This story is purely fiction, all characters and events are fictional, any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. This is also my first story, I have no experience in story writing, so please be nice. The story contains Dom/sub themes and chastity.
Just to be clear, there's no sex in this story, it's about relinquishing control and submission. This story is part of a multi-part series. Enjoy.
Previously, two timid Asian friends, Lillian and Brandon, were on a hike in a secluded valley. A large white man and his cameraman showed up and coerced them to strip and fuck each other on a nearby grassy patch. After making them have sex and recording everything, the two men left, leaving the two naked friends to figure out what to do next.
Perplexed and not knowing if they're still safe or being recorded, Lillian slowly got off of Brandon and the rock. She saw a white note on the ground nearby and walked towards it, only to be pulled back because of the handcuff she was tethered to.
"Shit, we're still tied up together," said Lillian tugging on Brandon.
"And our clothes are way back at the ledge."
Brandon got up and they both walked towards the note. On it it wrote:
"Keys to your handcuffs are by your clothes on the ledge. Go back and get your stuff."
"So are we done with this ordeal?" asked Brandon.
"Let's go back to the ledge and find out."
Both of them naked, sweaty, tired, and spent, trekked 10 minutes back to the ledge where they left their belongings. The large man and the cameraman were also nowhere to be found.
Hmm that was strange, both of them thought.
"Was that it? Did he just want to use us to film a dirty porno in the woods?" said Brandon.
"I hope so, I hope that's it, I was scared for my safety at first but I guess the guy was true to his words, he didn't touch us and looks like none of our stuff was stolen. But I feel so used and dirty even though I came 3 times," Lillian said. "Now where's that damn key, I want to get out of these cuffs and get my clothes back on."
Brandon who was still horny was secretly hoping she would stay naked with him for a while longer. He took a long look admiring her pale naked body and said, "I kinda like being naked out in the open, feels free and liberating."
"Oh stop being a pervert, you should be a bit more modest, what we did, what we're doing now, it's just so embarrassing..." said Lillian still clinging on to her prude self.
"Embarrassing? It's what we secretly wanted and desired for so long. We got to make love, we both got to cum, and..."
"Hey look," she interrupted, "there's a key attached to a black bag over there."
They walked over to the mysterious black bag and tried the key. It worked, it unlocked the cuffs.
"Wow, kudos to this guy for sticking to his word. I wonder what else is in this bag," said Brandon.
"Let's get dressed first then see." Lillian said.
Brandon was more curious and unzipped the bag. In it they found a sealed envelope labeled: to my submissive couple, a box of morning-after pill, and a large brown box. Lillian grabbed the box of morning-after pill and told Brandon to open the envelope. He opened the envelope and both read the letter.
[Letter]: "You have done well my submissive couple. You have exceeded all my expectations and I hope you also enjoyed it. You might think this is some sick joke or some prank, but I assure you it is not. I'm a trustworthy Master and I've trained a lot of sub couples before and none are like you, the moment I saw you and the moment you followed my instructions, I knew the both of you were meant to serve superior dominant figures such as myself. Both of you have a crave to have someone else control your life and you're willing to submit yourselves to satisfy others.
Think about it, if I didn't force you two to get naked and fuck each other, would you have waited for the rest of your lives? Would either of you even take the first step? I don't think so, given your submissive, obedient, and prudish behavior. You are both physically and sexually submissive, a relationship with just the two of you would not work. That is why I'm here to offer you a lifestyle, a full-time job, an opportunity of servitude, granting you the wish you so desire.
You have two choices:
1) You can pretend none of this happened. Put your clothes back on and get on with your crummy helpless lives yearning for each other or someone who understands you. Heck you can even try calling the cops to find me (remember, I didn't touch you or take anything from you). I also have everything recorded, maybe you'll end up seeing yourselves on the internet one day.