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Are you man enough to make me your cumslut?
Your instructions were very clear: collect my luggage and once I cleared customs there will be a driver waiting for me; do not speak to him; there will be further instructions awaiting me in the car.

I am nervous as I follow the silent driver to the curb where a sleek black limo waits. It is a good kind of nervous because I totally trust you and am anxious to please you as you are the only man to ever understand me and accept me for the submissive toy I long to be.

After months of online role playing and deep phone conversations on multiple topics I have traveled to another country and will finally get to live out my fantasy of being a submissive cumslut, a fuck toy, your slut. I tingle with excitement and happiness.

The driver silently closes the door behind me and as he loads my bag in the trunk I notice the folded parchment sealed with red wax, my name scrolled across the front. Beneath it is a small black box. With shaky hands and a wicked grin I read your note:

My pet,

Remove all of your clothing and jewelry. You are to present yourself to me wearing only what is in the box. Do not open the box until you are completely naked. Put your belongings in the black bag inside the box then adorn yourself with my gifts. Once you have done this lie on your belly with your hands behind your back. Do not move until you are told to.

Your Prince

I do not hesitate to carry out your orders. You have gone through a lot of trouble to plan your pet’s arrival and it makes my heart swell knowing the love that went into your careful plan. I quickly remove my dress, heels, panties and bra. I remove my silver bangles and necklace. I open the box and remove the black bag; under which is red tissue paper preventing me from seeing your gift. I carefully place my things in the bag and set it aside.

My nipples are hard, my hands shake, and I feel a growing wetness between my legs. I wonder briefly if your driver can see me through the privacy screen, and that possibility makes me even wetter. Dismissing the thought I remove the tissue paper.

Inside are four items: a black silk blindfold, a black ponytail tie, a pair of blood red platform stilettos, and a ruby and diamond collar. I pull my hair into a tight high tail, slip on the heels, and secure the collar at my neck before shutting out the world with the blindfold. Quivering with anticipation, my pussy, thighs, and ass coated in my hot juices, I assume my position: head towards the roadside door, flat on my belly, arms folded behind my back.

I wait and wonder how I will receive my next set of instructions. Will your driver open the door and see me in this state of helpless nudity? Will someone else deliver them? Will you finally join me? I fight the urge to touch myself. I know that you will be disappointed if I were to release the molten pressure building inside of me. It is damn near impossible to lie still and not rub my thighs together as the limo glides through the streets of this unfamiliar city. I feel the leather seats warming beneath my skin as goose bumps begin to form.

What seems like hours later the car comes to a stop. The passenger door opens; I feel the cool air, the dampness from the spring rain wash over my naked flesh. I can hear someone climb in and take a seat on the opposite bench seat. I hope it is you but I cannot tell as my companion doesn’t speak a word. I do not know if I have been joined by a man or a woman; you or a stranger. A spicy cologne tickles my nose leading me to believe my companion sitting so close to my naked form is a man.

I shiver visibly. Is it you, my Prince? I bite my lower lip to prevent the question from escaping my lips. My shivering increases and a slight barely audible whimper escapes. I hear a deep soft chuckle and instantly know it is you having heard that sexy sound in my ear for months. But my excited shivering doesn’t abate, knowing you are so damn close and not touching me, nor I touching you is beyond torture. I can tell you are grinning, knowing the affect this game is having on me.

Suddenly I feel you grasp my wrists and bind them with some sort of cuff. My entire body responds to this simple non-sexual touch with a violent shudder. I can’t help but moan aloud. Every fiber of my being aches for you. Your hand trails down my spine, over my ass, down the crevice between my legs. Another moan escapes followed by a sharp SMACK on my ass. I jump and am punished with another harder slap. S.M.A.C.K!

Finally you speak, “My pet needs to learn patience and obedience,” your voice firm, deep, and soft. I can’t help but shiver again. You caress my stinging cheeks and I must bite my lip hard. I do not wish to displease my Prince, even if I do enjoy his punishments. You reward my silent stillness with a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. “Such a good pet.” I hear you sit back into your seat. “Come, slut, kneel before me.”

It isn’t easy being that I am blindfolded and my hands are bound behind my back, but I manage to sit up and slide off my seat and onto my knees.

“Very good, slut.” The car comes to a stop. Your hand caresses my face. “Do you like my gifts?” I nod yes. “You may speak, pet.”

“Yes, my Prince, they are beautiful. Thank you.”

“Hmm, there seems to be one thing missing.” You roughly rub your thumb across my lips; I can feel my juices sliding down my thighs. “Would you like another gift, pet?” You ask as you rub harder, pulling my lower lip down.

“Yes, my Prince, if you feel I am worthy,” I answer breathlessly.

“Well, you need to show me your worthiness.” I hear the clink of your belt buckle and the rasp of your zipper. Your hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me forward. Your wet cock head rubs across my lips before forcing its way into my mouth. You do not give me time to adjust to your girth or length as you shove your rock hard cock into my throat. I gag and drool all over your massive cock. I can’t control my own climax as you forcefully fuck my mouth. I try to relax and take your cock fully into my throat while sucking you. “Oh yeah, that’s it! You are hungry for this cock aren’t you, slut!” You don’t ask it and you don’t expect more of an answer than my continuing to suck you off. Your other hand grabs me and pulls me down so that my lips meet your balls as your entire cock fills my small mouth. It hurts to be filled so much all at once and tears fall down my cheeks, smearing my make up, but I love it! I love that you treat me like a dirty whore. I feel your cock twitch and pulse as you shoot rope after rope of hot cum down my throat and I swallow it like a greedy whore.

When you have finally spent your load, you slip your still hard cock from my mouth, loosen your grip and lean down to kiss me deeply. “Hmm, I love the taste of my cum in your mouth, slut. You have certainly earned your gift.” I hear a click and feel a small tug at my throat and realize that you have given me a leash. “Pet, did you cum while I fucked your face?” Shyly I nod yes. Again you chuckle, “Such a naughty little whore. Come, it is time to go inside.”

As you say this the door opens and again I am covered in goose bumps from the damp cool air. You gently but firmly pull on my leash signaling me to follow you from the warm shelter of the limo. I have no idea who is around who can see me being lead naked and smiling from the car on a leash and I don’t care. I am so proud that you want to display your slut to the world, your world. I walk behind you with total trust, my smile lighting the world, my head help a bit too high for my position.

I marvel at how my body reacts to being led like a good pet through the street, like every sensation is amplified: the light rain dancing off my hot flesh, the gasps of bystanders, my heels clicking on the cobble stones, my nipples so hard they ache, total darkness. I stumble as my body begins to tremble. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You stop, obviously turning to face me.

“Being displayed excites you, doesn’t it?” I can barely nod, fighting to hold off my climax. “You need to cum again, slut?” Again a barely discernable nod, my teeth sink into my lip. “If you cum again without my permission I will be forced to punish you on the spot,” you warn. I can’t help but picture how you might punish my disobedience and this causes my knees to almost buckle. “Do. Not. Cum. Slut.” You warn me. I fight a losing battle as my juices visibly seep down my leg. You step closer to me. I can hear others walking around us. Whispers and gasps; chuckles and lewd comments. Your close proximity, the heat from your body, the brief touch of your leather coat on my skin that is both hot and cold, as you lean in, your hot breath caressing my ear as you whisper, “Do not cum, whore.”

It is as if a dam breaks loose and I fall to my knees as the first wave of cum washes over me. I have lost all control and kneel with my legs spread, my juices squirting from my quivering pussy in a steady stream. A load moan emits from my throat, purely animalistic. When finally my orgasm abates, my spent naked body collapses onto the cobble stones. Through the fog in my brain I hear you tapping your foot. I know I will be punished and I struggle not to giggle at the thought.

“Stand up, whore!” you command firmly. I struggle to my feet and stand before you, my head hanging low, not from shame but to hide my coy smile from you. I have displeased you, for that I am sorry, but I am not sorry that I will be punished by you. I know you do it out of love. And I know that you loved the spectacle of my writhing and squirting on the street for all to see. So I know this is just a formality. But still I relish what is to come.

And you do not disappoint as you roughly lead me on a shortened leash. You un-cuff my wrists only to quickly rebind them but know with the cold steel of a lamp post between me and my hands. You press your clothed hard body against me so that the steel digs into my flesh. “Spread your legs, slut.” I do so and feel you reach down and pinch my clit roughly. You whisper in my ear, “Do you remember your safe word?” I nod. “Tell me.”

“Sailboat,” I whisper hoarsely. You release my clit and step back. I can barely breathe.

“You, sir, would you like to help me punish this whore for her disobedience?” I hear you ask a passing stranger. He stammers as he asks what you mean by punish. “Simply pinch her nipples. Don’t be gentle. She needs to learn her lesson.” The man must hesitate. “Slut, tell him.”

I smile as I say proudly, “I am a bad slut and must learn to obey. Please, sir, punish me.” That must have been all the encouragement he needed. He roughly grabbed my tits with his calloused hands, kneading them, pulling them, before taking my hard nipples between his finger and thumb pinching and twisting them. It hurts and I whimper. He pulls them down adding pressure. He growls in excitement and gives my tits a hard tug. You must sense that he is getting too excited so you thank him for his assistance and send him on his way.

You recruit a new assistant. This one a woman; she sounds older, with a rough gravelly voice. She does not hesitate when asked to punish me. I feel her strong hands slap my tits, making them sting as they bounce. Over and over she slaps my tits. Finally, when they must be glowing red, you thank her and send her away.

I feel your body press against mine, your hand finds my aching pussy once again. This time you roughly plunge two of your large fingers inside of me and press on my g-spot, rubbing it as you whisper, “You will not cum again until I give you permission, is that understood, slut?”

“Yes, my Prince,” I whisper hoarsely fighting my body’s natural response to the magic your hands are working.

You release me from the lamp post and rebind my arms behind me before leading me onwards. Soon we enter a building. “This is my home, pet.” You lead me upstairs before releasing my hands and removing my blindfold. “This is my room and for the time that you are here, yours as well. Unless you displease me greatly, then you will be confined to a room downstairs, away from me.” You know how much I would hate that; it is a simple threat that will go a long ways towards my wanting to please you.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, now you lay down and relax while I get your bath ready. You will be rewarded for accepting your punishment so well, my pet.” I curl up on your bed, the down duvet enveloping my body like a cloud. The trans-Atlantic journey, the excitement, the body consuming orgasm, all suddenly catch up to me and leave me exhausted. I am not aware that I have fallen asleep until you shake me awake; whispering that it is time for my bath. I feel you lift me into your strong arms and carry me into the bath. You are also naked. Seemingly with ease you climb into the sunken tub, easing us down into the hot water, settling me against your body. I sigh in contentment.

“Thank you, my love,” I whisper quietly. Your lips press against my hair.

“You are so welcome, Baby. I am happy you chose me to give you this.” Your strong arms hold me close, our heartbeats becoming one. Soon I feel your hands freely roaming over my body as you wash away the grime of the street, the feel of strangers’ hands on my body, sweat and cum. As the water begins to cool you lift me from the bath and wrap me in a soft warm bath sheet. You lead me back to your bedroom and proceed to dry me. “You must be hungry.”

“Starved!” You laugh at my emphatic answer.

“I have a very special evening planned for you. You will find what I want you to wear in the armoire. Make yourself even lovelier for me, if that’s possible.” You kiss me lightly then leave the room.

I do my hair, again in a high tight ponytail only this time curled, and make-up while you occasionally return to the room to grab something or dress. Finally I am ready to dress. The dress you have chosen for me is the same color red as my new heels. It is a halter style that clasps behind the neck, front cowl, ultra mini barely covering my ample ass, with two slits up the sides. There are no panties left for me. On the bed lies my collar and leash.

You return to the room dressed in a tailored suit that makes me weak in the knees. I breathe in your spicy scent as you fasten my collar around my neck. You lift my chin and softly kiss my lips. “You are so beautiful, my pet.” My belly turns to molten lava.

“Thank you, my Prince,” I say shyly. You chuckle at this as it is such a contradiction to my earlier public performance.

“Are you ready for part two, slut?”

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Comments(15)

Fannyhunter
Posted 28 Jul 2013 02:13
Brilliant cliff hanger
Michael
Posted 01 Jun 2012 06:22
Deprived of sight the imagination provides all the images needed for sexual ecstasy. Combined with submission, punishment, and reward she still must learn to control her lust. Given such a stimulating situation, could any of us maintain any control?
Such a Sinful Sensuous Sexy Slut! Great Writing!
bloodyluvlife33
Posted 03 Mar 2012 14:57
perfect its a very well written 5
Coco
Posted 23 Feb 2012 23:00
Carefully crafted dominance and submission. Nice.
shizuyami
Posted 22 Feb 2012 07:22
i would totally invent a time machine to be able to read part 2 sooner >.<
VickieLynn1
Posted 22 Feb 2012 07:16
very stimulating.dont make us wait long you wicked girl
MoonlightSerenity
Posted 22 Feb 2012 07:05
I'm definetly ready for part two.... Amazing story!
bill11
Posted 21 Feb 2012 13:57
Ivy - ready for part 2, please do not keep me waiting
LauraLee_sugah
Posted 21 Feb 2012 10:38
heavens....... omg..... can't wait for the next one....
poizenivy
Posted 21 Feb 2012 09:56
Well...good thing I have already started part two....thank you all for the wonderful feedback!
Marley11
Posted 21 Feb 2012 08:36
Oh yes I'm ready!! Don't keep me waiting for part 2 please!!

playsit
Posted 21 Feb 2012 03:37
Well done Ivy. I'm looking forward to the continuation.
PhilAnders
Posted 21 Feb 2012 02:39
I'm ready for part 2 of this tantalizing tale of submission.
nazhinaz
Posted 21 Feb 2012 02:12
Great story of submissive sex. 5
CrimsonBlaze
Posted 20 Feb 2012 23:59
Baby, this is yet another example of your wonderful writing skills. You always keep me wanting more. Anxiously anticipating the next one!
 

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