Learning To Submit Ch 07

Author's Note - Hi everyone! Hope you've enjoyed the story so far! If you're just jumping in here, it's best to start from Chapter 1 so you understand the story and characters. Feedback is welcome! Thanks as always to ftw752 for his editing help!

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I woke the next morning to my alarm and shut it off groggily. As I stood and stretched, I could feel evidence of last night's activities everywhere. My ass and breasts were sensitive, especially my tortured nipples. My pussy was still wet, and there was a combination of our fluids leaking down my legs. I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water, sighing as it relaxed my muscles and washed away the stickiness between my legs.

I reluctantly got out of the shower and walked over to the dresser. There was a note. 'Of course there is." I thought, picking it up. Just seeing it had already ignited a warm glow in my centre.

Kitten,

You were so good yesterday and last night. I'm so proud of you and loved seeing you cum so explosively last night.

For today, please put your kegal balls in that lovely pussy of yours, and wear a pair of sexy underwear. Put on the shortest skirt you have, and a nice pair of heels. Wear a sexy bra, ideally that matches your underwear. I know you have some sets. You may wear a heavier shirt today, but it must be lower cut. When the men in your office get distracted by your chest, remember that your tits and the rest of your body belong to me, but I love knowing you're squirming while other men are admiring your body.

Go online today and buy a couple more underwear and bra sets. Something lacy or sheer. NO lining in the bra.

On your lunch break go online and look at pictures of submissive women. Imagine yourself kneeling as they kneel, bound and helpless at the feet of your Master.

I look forward to continuing to make you mine this evening.

Master

By the time I finished his note my pussy was already leaking again, and my nipples had pulled into tight points. I wanted so badly to caress them, but remembered his rule that my body was his to play with, and forced my hands to my drawer to find some clothes. I pulled out a black lace bra and a matching thong and slid them on. I checked myself in the mirror and grabbed the Kegel balls off the counter. He had washed them and set them out, so I pulled the underwear aside and pushed them in. 'Fuck that feels good!' I thought, as the balls started rolling around as I continued my morning routine. By the time I was done my makeup and hair, my panties were already very wet. It was going to be another long day.

I dressed quickly as he'd asked, and headed out the door. As I got in my car, I noticed a small package gift wrapped on my passenger seat. There was another note.

Open this at the end of your workday. I expect you to be wearing this when you arrive home.

M

My pussy clenched around the balls and I wondered what could possibly be in the package as I drove to work. Thoughts about what it could be kept my mind distracted as I slowly made my way through the morning traffic.

My morning dragged on, through meetings and normal daily monotony. Every time I moved, the balls rattled around softly, keeping my pussy clenching and dripping. My lower cut top didn't go unnoticed, and I caught several guys sneaking looks at my chest. I could feel my cheeks heat and my centre tug every time, thinking of how my Master wanted me to endure this. 'At least my nipples aren't showing!' I thought, worried about his demand that I purchase some unlined bras.

As lunch approached, I signed off my work a few minutes early and pulled out my phone. I didn't want any of this showing up in my work search history. I started with the lingerie shopping. It wasn't hard to find what he'd asked for, and I quickly chose a couple sets, one blue and one red, that were sexy and thin, and would show everything off for him. I spent the next 30 minutes trying to take a few bites of my lunch as I flipped through image after image of women bound in every position imaginable. Some had their Master in the picture, looking down on them hungrily as they looked up in total submission. In others, the girls were looking directly into the camera, silently begging for release from the torment. In this case I figured release was about an orgasm, not being let out of the bondage.

I imagined myself, bound as they were bound, looking at my Master with those pleading eyes. I felt the tug in my centre and the pool of wetness hitting my panties as I felt their sexual hunger while I continued looking through the pictures.

Several of the girls had nipple clamps, gags, and blindfolds, and I found myself desiring this total feeling of helplessness that I saw mirrored in them. I looked at one picture in particular that caused my pussy to contract with desire. The girl was about my size, standing spread eagle. Her arms were locked together with soft cuffs, and attached to a chain over her head, stretching her body. Her legs were attached to a metal bar, cuffs at both ends. She would be helpless to bring her legs together. Her blouse was clearly ripped open, buttons hanging. The straps of her bra had been cut, and her breasts were pulled out of her bra, which had been pushed very slightly down, keeping her soft globes lifted in offering to the person who had removed them. Her underwear and short skirt were pushed to just above her knees, and her pussy was glistening. She had what looked like a horse bit in her mouth, secured behind her head. Off each side of her mouth were chains, which attached her mouth to cruel looking alligator clamps on her nipples.

Her Master leaned casually against the wall, holding a flogger in one hand and caressing the strands with the other. Beside him was a table with a variety of crops and paddles. He looked like a wolf, eyeing his prey. She looked back at him with big eyes, silently pleading him for the pain and eventual release she knew he would give her.

The vulnerability I saw from her and the power I saw from him in that still moment almost took my breath away. Before I could stop myself, I was imagining this scene playing out with Pat. Having him tie me up like this, so I was completely helpless, clamp my nipples, bare my body without fully removing my clothes. And then play with my body how he pleased with floggers and crops. I couldn't contain the moan that escaped my lips at the thought. I was lost in the fantasy when my phone dinged with a new message from Pat.

Hi Honey,

I have set something up to make communicating during the day a bit easier. Please go to the following link and log in. The password is C-Kitten. You can change it if you wish.

M

'What is he up to now?'

I quickly clicked the link he'd sent and entered the password. It was a new email account with the username "Kitten-C". There was an email in my inbox titled "Read me now please" from "Master". I squeezed my legs together as an ache started growing, and clicked the message.

Kitten,

I have created this email so we can communicate freely while we are at work without fear of someone seeing our words or fear that something we don't desire being common knowledge will end up on a company server.

I would like you to come up with a short pledge of devotion to me which you can send every morning (starting tomorrow) when you get to work. During the day I would like at least one update on how you are feeling and how my tasks are affecting you. Please be specific. As much as I like reading the detail, I believe you will enjoy writing it even more. I expect an update once you have read this.

Call me when you get to your car, before you open your package.

Master

I finished reading and closed my eyes for a minute to shove down the desperation that was building between my legs. Lunch was almost over. I could make it to the end of the day without touching myself. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and clicked reply.

Master,

Thank you for this. I appreciate having a way to communicate with you about how I am feeling, although I expect you are right about how writing the detail will affect me. Just thinking about it is making it really hard to figure out how I'm going to make it to the end of the day. It has already been a struggle to not touch myself or seek my own release.

I have followed all of your instructions so far, and I am extremely wet and horny for you. I found one picture when looking at submissive women that left me gushing and breathless. I imagined the scene between us that would put me in that position, and it is making it very hard to focus on anything else. My underwear is completely soaked and I'm starting to worry that I will leave a wet spot on my skirt and anywhere I sit this afternoon.

I have ordered some new bra and underwear sets, as requested.

Thank you for continuing to demand my submission.

Kitten

After hitting send, I changed the notifications on my phone so I would be alerted anytime a new message came from that account. It only took a couple minutes before the reply came through.

Such a good girl. I love having you so horny and wet and frustrated for me.

Save a copy of that image on your phone so you can show me later. I want you to look at it a few more times before the end of the day. On the way home I will ask you to describe the scene to me, and tell me what you like about it and how each part makes you feel. I look forward to speaking with you soon.

Master

My pussy clenched again as I quickly switched to my web browser and saved the photo before closing the tabs I'd been looking at. Time to get back to work. I sighed loudly as I tucked my phone away and turned my monitor back on, doing my best to get something done for the rest of the day.

At the end of the day I packed up quickly and started the walk out to the parking lot. I couldn't remember ever being this turned on before, even the day before. Thank God it was Friday. I desperately needed some quality time with my Master. As I was walking to my car, I realized the temperature had been steadily dropping the last few days, and even with a coat on, I was still in a pretty short skirt. The cool breeze blew between my legs as I walked, teasing at the wet fabric of my panties.

I stifled a groan of desire as Mike jogged up beside me.

"Hey Christy"

"Hi Mike," I said a little breathlessly, hoping this conversation would be as brief as yesterday's.

"You seem a bit more rested today. You have a bit of a bounce in your step. Feeling better?" I swore there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and I suddenly felt like he knew all of my secrets. My insides twisted and a fresh gush of liquid burst out of my pussy around the balls.

"Yes, thank you." I said, a little more quietly than I meant.

"Good to hear. By the way, I like your outfit. Not your normal style but it suits you."

"Thank you." I managed to stammer out, reaching for the handle and the safety of my car.

"Well, have a good weekend!" He said, heading for his own vehicle. I shook my head. He couldn't know. He was just being friendly.

As I sat in my car, I contemplated opening the package right there, but decided to drive a little and find somewhere a bit quieter. I started driving and used my Bluetooth to call Pat.

"Well, hello my little Kitten. On your way already?"

"Yes Master."

God, he sounded so sexy. I was pretty sure he was as turned on as I was.

"Did you open your package?"

"No Master. I didn't want to open it in my company parking lot."

"What were my instructions, Kitten?" His voice sounded darker. Uh oh. I swallowed heavily before answering.

"To...to open it at the end of my workday, Master."

"Yes, Kitten. And although I appreciate you calling before opening it, next time know that 'at the end of your workday' means before leaving your parking lot."

"Yes Master." I said, frowning. He sounded disappointed, and that sucker punched me right in the gut. I was shocked how upset I was that I let him down. "I'll do better next time, Master. I promise. I'm sorry for disappointing you."

"Pull over in the next parking lot you see, and open the package."

There was a coffee shop up ahead. Not super busy, thankfully. I pulled in and parked as far from the building as possible. I slowly picked up the package and began to tear the paper.

Inside was a little box, and when I opened it, there was a fairly small teardrop shaped metal plug, with a red gem on the end. It was cool outside these days, and as I touched it, I felt how cold it was from sitting in my car all day. I shuddered thinking about what was coming next, as I recalled the note saying he expected me to be wearing this when I got home.

"What do you think of your gift Kitten?"

"It's pretty Master. I know you want me wearing it when I get home. I assume you want it in my ass, Sir?"

"You assume correctly. Leave it in the box for now, I want it nice and cold when you put it in. Use two fingers and slide them under your skirt. Caress your wet slit and spread some of that liquid all over your ass. Push some inside as well."

I did as he asked, cooing as my fingers finally made contact with my pussy.

"No playing, my little slut. You have a job to do."

"Yes Master!"

I quickly lubed my fingers with my pussy juice and spread it around my ass as he'd requested, pushing first one and then two fingers inside the edge of my ass to lube my little hole.

"Are you ready, slut?"

"Yes Master." I was breathless now, lost between the fear of the cold and the stretch and doing all of this somewhere I could get caught while also realizing that my pussy was continuing to gush out more and more liquid, and my clit was throbbing with need.

"Take that plug and run it once through your pussy opening to make sure the tip is nice and wet. Don't push it in at all. I'm sure your pussy is more than wet enough outside to get the job done. Once the tip is wet, slide it to your asshole inside your panties and then sit down on it. Feel the cold burn as it penetrates your asshole, stretching you open for me."

His words set a fire in my body and I immediately complied with his instructions. I hissed as the cold plug toughed the heat of my core, and groaned as I slowly sat on it, feeling it stretch and burn while also sending its chilly temperature through my ass.

"Such a good girl. I loved hearing all those little noises as you pushed it in. I am going to enjoy playing games with your asshole and watching and listening to your reaction when I do. Now grab the wipes from your glove box and clean your hands and then get that perfect ass home to me."

I opened my glove box, surprised to see a container of moist antibacterial hand wipes inside. I quickly cleaned my hands as requested and got myself back on the highway, while mumbling my agreement with my Master's instructions.

He switched the topic as I pulled into traffic to ask me about the picture I'd mentioned. As I described the scene and everything it made me feel, I could hear his breathing increasing on the other side of the phone. Clearly he liked it as much as I did. He chuckled a little as I mentioned the bar holding her legs open, and suggested that maybe we should look at getting one.

"It's called a spreader bar, little slave, and I picked one up today, as luck would have it. It's a favourite amongst Dominants, as once a sub is strapped into it, there is no closing their legs. It also allows for some other fun positions, like chaining your wrists to your ankles with the bar in between, for example, and others you will have to wait to learn about."

I could feel my ass and pussy clenching as he talked. The metal plug had warmed up, but it still felt heavy and full in my ass. I felt so naughty driving home stuffed with toys, talking to my husband about being dominated. I wondered if I was the only car in the heavy rush hour traffic with a desperate little submissive slut in it. The thought made me even hotter.

I told Pat when I was pulling into the driveway, thankful again for his company over the phone on the drive home.

"Excellent. I'm in the bedroom. Come upstairs and stand in the bedroom. Do not take off anything but your shoes and coat until I tell you otherwise."

The phone clicked off before I could finish my agreement, and I rushed to shut off my car and get inside. What did he have in store now?

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I dumped my shoes and coat in the mudroom and rushed upstairs and through the bedroom door. Pat appeared a moment later and let out a low whistle.

"My my. Such a slutty outfit to wear to work. I expect that got a lot of attention, especially with these beautiful ladies so nicely displayed." He gently caressed my breasts over my shirt, making me moan and fight to stay standing. I wanted to collapse into his embrace, but I stayed upright, barely. His hand danced along the hem of my skirt, which was closer to my ass than I generally liked. This wasn't a skirt I'd ever planned to wear to work, but his instructions this morning had been clear.

"Such a good girl. I think you deserve a treat. Remove your skirt and shirt, and do it quickly."

I scrambled out of my clothes, thinking about last night's "treat". I shuddered involuntarily.

"Stand up, and spread your legs. Put your hands together on the back of your neck, and close your eyes."

I did as he asked, feeling the cool air from the room dancing across the tops of my breasts and between my legs through my wet panties. I could feel him closer, could feel his warm breath caressing my skin near my neck. His tongue darted out and licked along my neckline making me moan loudly and sway towards him.

"Stay still, my little slave."

I held still and felt him fasten something small and metal around my neck. It felt like a slightly heavy necklace.

My pondering was interrupted as his hands slid down my front from my shoulders and dipped into my bra. He removed the soft globes and quickly took my nipples into his mouth, sucking them away from my body and grazing them with his teeth before biting them hard enough to make me whimper. I fought to stay still, the combination of pleasure and pain driving me crazy. As quickly as it started, it stopped, but his hands were back on one nipple a moment later. I could feel something near my nipple and braced for a clamp, but groaned as instead of the sharp feeling of a clamp I felt softer rubber sucking my nipple away from my body. He repeated the process on the other side, and I wondered what these magical little devices looked like. I could feel a slight tingle and tightening as more blood was sucked into my little buds.

His hand continued caressing down my body and slid into my underwear. He moaned as well as he felt my wetness on the outside of my lips and soaking the gusset of my panties.

"Such a hot and wet little girl. I think we need to take this underwear off for a minute."

He pushed my legs together and slid the thin lacy fabric down my legs. Once he was done he took my hand and led me to the bed, whispering only that I should keep my eyes closed as he led me there. I could feel the bed just in front of my thighs when his hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, bending me at the waist. He placed my hands on the bed, keeping my nipples from pressing down on the mattress. He left me standing like that, and I could feel as he secured a thick cuff to both ankles. The cuffs felt new and stiff, but not uncomfortable. I shivered thinking of the restraint that was surely coming next.