The Beginning

 

 

 

            The sound of the planes wheels awoke Grace from her sleep.  She would arrive in Houston in just a few minutes.  Nerves began tingling in her belly.  This was so wrong, why was she here?  Her yearnings plagued her for years- to submit- to be under the control of another.  An affair with a college professor awakened her to her need and although it lie dormant through law school, marriage and two children, she always felt  the desire.  She met Michael, in a chat room, of course doesn’t everyone, as their chats became regular he offered to meet her.  They met she liked what she saw, but to be careful she checked him out.  A former college sports star, an entrpaneur, the creator of a clothing company that grew into a spot in the Fortune 500, until he sold it to become a consultant and lecturer.  He offered her instruction. She agreed to a four day weekend.

 

                His instructions were simple. Dress normally for a business trip except sexy underwear thigh highs or garter belt and heels were a must.  She was to shave her pussy.  His driver would meet her at the airport.  She made arrangements, an annual meeting to attend she told her husband, back in just a few days she told the girls.  She waited until the day before the trip to buy matching bra panties and thigh highs, and shaved herself that morning after her husband left for work.

 

            As the plane touched down she began having second thoughts.  Still, curiosity, the excitement in her loin, and her deep desire served to carry her off the plane.  An older man approached her. “Are you Grace” he asked, “yes” she replied. He introduced himself as Fred, Mr. Johnson’s driver.  Taking her hand he led her a few steps away from the crowd at the gate and asked her to lift her skirt and show him the tops of her stockings.  When she hesitated he told her that unless she did as instructed he was to leave her at the airport and return alone.  As inconspicuously as possible Grace lifted the hem and showed him the top of her stocking.  “Grace, I also need to see that you are shaved.”  “Must we here?” she asked.  “Yes” came his reply, “or you cannot accompany me further.”  Putting her bag down, Grace again lifted her skirt, this time using her free hand to pull the front of her panty so Fred could see the results of the morning trim.  “Acceptable” was his comment, then taking her bag and he led her of the terminal to his waiting limousine.  Opening the door for he handed her an envelope.   Once inside the car she opened it and read;

                       

                        Dear Grace:

 

If you are reading this you passed your first tests.  You have a long ride ahead of you so please make yourself comfortable.  The bar is open to you for feel free to make yourself a drink.  Your drive worked hard for you today so please reward him.  Once the car pulls away from the airport begin masturbating for your pleasure and for his.  If you so desire, toys are available in the container next to the bar.  Keep you panties on while you masturbate and make them wet with your juices.  Continue playing with yourself until you arrive at my home where you will let yourself out of the car walk to the driver’s door and thank Fred for the ride.  To further show our appreciation to him you will turn around and face away from him and bend over, lift your skirt, remove your panties without bending you legs and present them to Fred as a gift.  Fred will give you the keys to the house and you will let yourself in. 

 

If you are unwilling to do these things for me, please tell Fred and he will return to the airport.

 

                                                Michael  

 

            Well, Grace thought, this isn’t difficult, just fun exhibitionism flashing an old man. Still, as excited as she was and as nervous, she first looked into the small refrigerator to find a bottle of freshly opened champagne.  As the car pulled away from the curb, she poured a glass took a couple of sips, quickly drank the rest and poured another glass.  “Is there anything you want to tell me?”  Fred asked.  By now the alcohol had begun its magic and she smirked while sliding over to the middle of the seat.  Leaning back she splayed her legs open, took another sip of champagne and began fingering her clit through her panties.  The pent up excitement from the day, the champagne, and the presence of a stranger, combined to make her come almost instantly and to ignite in her hunger for more. She finished the second glass, poured more, unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her bra and began pinching her nipples.  After taking a drink, she opened her legs wider still and placing the cold champagne flute between her legs rubbed it against her clit, using it to raise her excitement.  Looking up she saw Fred’s eyes on her in the rearview mirror.  She came again, bucking and spilling champagne on her thighs, spilling more between her breasts.  Still she found herself unsatisfied.

 

            She opened the container and found in it several dildos and vibrators and taking a penis shaped soft plastic vibrator she placed it first in mouth her sucking it, wetting it and licking it, watching Fred as he watched her.  Placing is tip at her engorged hole; she slid it past her panty and pushed it in while simultaneously pushing her hips into it.  Leaning still further back she sucked down more champagne while slowly fucking herself to orgasm.

 

            Fred drove on, glancing as often as possible in the rearview mirror or checking the small TV. monitor at the bottom of the dash.  Mr. Johnson and Rusty will like this one he thought, she was an enthusiastic fuck, and what’s more she obviously was putting on a show for Fred.  Looking back one more time he saw her plunge the vibrator deep within her and start bucking her hips and legs in yet another orgasm, until she lay over into a fetal position the end of toy sliding partway out as she softly moaned in ecstasy.   “Grace we will arrive in about five minutes and Mr. Johnson expects a neat appearance on arrival.”

 

            Fred’s words stirred Grace from her bliss.  In a daze she sat up, straightened her skirt, configured her bra and buttoned her blouse.  Her legs, her arms, her pussy numbed her with pleasure.  Grace checked her hair and re-applied her make up as the car entered the gated driveway.  So far, although the airport embarrassed her, the demands of her dom had been easily met.  Tipsy as she was she felt her adventure had been almost sedate and even hoped for something more exciting once inside the house.  The limo stopped and Grace stepped looking at the biggest mansion she had ever seen.  She took two steps towards the house when Fred’s voice stopped her, “Aren’t we forgetting something.”   Remembering her instructions, Grace returned to the car walking up right next to Fred, turning around, she lifted the back of her skirt and bent over.  Setting her skirt on her back and keeping her legs straight she peeled her panties down her legs until they fell past her knees to the ground.  Stooping further to reach them with her hands while she stepped her feet our from them she suddenly felt Fred’s hand and a cold object touch her rear, she froze for a moment and Fred placed the object past her vulva and deep into her cunt before withdrawing his hand.  Stunned for a moment Grace grabbed her panties, stood up and turned to face her violator, until it dawned on her why she was here.  Composing herself, she thanked Fred for driving her and gave him her still damp panties telling them they were a gift from her to him.  Fred told her, “Mr. Johnson will want to retrieve that so don’t lose it on the way into the house.”   With that he pulled the car forward until the driveway disappeared behind the side of the house. 

 

            Grace felt unsteady.  Her legs were weary from sex, the champagne continued its effect and now she had something heavy and metallic feeling in her that threatened to come out, but was supposed to be removed only by him.   She walked as best she could toward the door keeping her legs close together and her sex muscles as tight as possible.  Ringing the bell she waited for the door to open.  Instead a voice on a speaker told her to enter and wait in the foyer.   She stepped into a foyer bigger than most living rooms with marble tiled floors and a tall chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was truly magnificent although also stark and cold.  Grace could hear noises emanating from the several rooms, the unmistakable sounds of someone having sex.  Thinking maybe she would be part of a threesome Grace stepped into the next room and quickly saw a wide screen television on it appeared Grace, in her mouth a rubber penis and her free hand inside her panties.  They Taped Me! she thought. “Hello Grace,” Grace spun around.  There stood Michael.  “Why” she said. “Shut up” Michael replied.  I gave you two chances to turn around, you declined them both.  You came here to serve me and I let you have your fun. “Now I own you.  You stay for the weekend and you submit to everything or this tape goes to you job, your husband and your mother.  All three will leave you and I doubt a divorce judge will consider child custody for you once he sees this.  Now come here.”

 

            Stifling the urge to vomit Grace approached Michael.  “Lift your skirt.”  She did as she was told he roughly put his hand in her and retrieved the object Fred had inserted minutes before.  “Look at this,” he said “A twenty dollar gold piece” Fred really liked you.   Sometimes he only puts silver dollars in there.”   

 

“Now my slave, some rules.  Rule number 1.  While under my control you will make yourself available to all males and all females of higher stature.  Rule number 2.  Obey me always.  Rule number 3.  As soon as a master or mistress is through using you, you will thank them, after which you will turn around and ask for a spanking. Rule number 4.  Speak only when spoken to or to offer yourself to a master.  Now take off your clothes.”

 

With that he sat down. Grace stood stunned. In the background she could her herself on tape “Ooooh Oooh fuck me, Ohh fuck me.”   Robotically, Grace unbuttoned her blouse, let it fall, unzipped her skirt, stepped out and removed her bra.  “Turn around” he said, bend over and grab your ankles.”  Grace complied.  “That is such a pretty view.”  “Now come over here.”   Grace walked over to Michael who produced a ringed dog collar which he snapped around her neck.  He then took her right hand placing on her thumb a clamp which he tightened almost to painfulness.  A short six or eight inch chain led from the clamp to a small lock and he locked the chain to the front ring of the collar.  Taking her left hand he attached another clamp to its thumb and also locked it to her collar.  Grace stood with her hands cuffed to her neck able to move them no more then the length of their chains.  “Please don’t”, she muttered “I want to go home” Instantly, she was spun around strong arms pulled her down and she was placed over his knee.  Then it began, ten times he struck her ass with his hand each time she cried out in pain.  “Remember your rules” was all he said.

 

Once he finished he stood Grace up again.  Taking another chain from his pocket he clamped one end to her left nipple hard so its teeth bit into it.  Grace winced, tears rolled down her face, but did not dare speak.  Threading the chain through the collar’s ring he attached the other end to her right nipple.  The chain was too short and the result gave the appearance of her breasts hanging from her nipples.  

 

Finished, he stepped back as if to admire artwork.  Pushing Grace to her knees, he said “Now let’s see how your mouth works.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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