Submit Ch. 01

ONE

i'm home

alone

cleaning

doing chores

uneventful

another day - but lovely

the sun is out and the sky is clear

warm but not hot

shorts weather

drinking coffee with my feet up and the doorbell sounds

i open the door and there is no one there

i look across the street and down the block in both directions

and there is no one

i am alone

but

there is a wooden box at my doorstep

it's lovely

smooth like alabaster

but wood

crafted perfectly

like by an ancient artisan who has honed his craft over a lifetime

no seams are visible but there is a top

it comes off

and inside

it is lined with velvet

red

skocking red against the green of the grass and the blue of the sky and the brown of my life

and agsint the shocking red

is a card

perfect again

and i open it as i go inside

inside

because this is too much

too secret

this - i know is not for the world to see

inside where i can be alone with this exquisite box and the card from no one

and inside i clear the table

so the box is alone

alone with me

and i open it again

and the card is there and i open it

the card reads....

midnight tonight

only that

and i flip it over

and there is only one word...

submit

*

TWO

the time draws nearer

all day i wonder who

who sent this?

i have suspicions

i wonder

what is it?

i wonder what the future will hold

as i clean and busy myself with my daily tasks so i don't have to wonder

yet i only wonder more

and my imagination runs on and on

and the time draws nearer and i'm at a loss

what do i wear?

to submit?

do i go?

to submit...

i don't want to admit it, but i'm so curious

but

it's real

and i'm nervous

i want to...

i don't know

what do i want?

and the time draws nearer

and the sun dips in the sky

and i wonder

and i wonder

and this is worse than anything that could happen

so i dress casually and neatly like for job interview

but this wil be no interview

the note said submit

submit

to whom?

how?

my heart pounds in my chest

make up?

i'm so nervous

i slip into nice panties

and look at myself in the mirror

god and i doing this?

am i really going to go

i change the panties to my t-top g-strings

and my bra

the nice one that give me cleavage

i slip on my dress and head to the window

and the time draws near

and nearer

and then the phone rings

i cross the room to answer it

hello

nothing

my heart pounds

click

silence

and there is a knock at the door

this is real

my legs tremble as i cross the room to my door

am i doing this

in a way, am i already submitting?

is this enough?

my heart pounds and my breath is short

i stop with my hand on the knob to control my breath

to slow my heart

and i open the door

a chauffeur stands there

neatly dressed

professional

i'm here to escort you ma'am

of course

my voice cracks as i say it so i repeat it

of course

the man goes to the curb as i lock the door behind me

he opens the door to his limo

black and long

luxurious

for me?

i think and chuckle to myself

as i get to the car, he removed a small wooden box from his coat and gives it to me

i go to get in and he stops me

no ma'am, you must open it now

so i do

it's the same boxmaker as before

clearly

it's beautiful and seamless

thin as a wallet and light

i pop it open and inside there is a blindfold

i look at the driver and ask if i must wear it

he explains

you're not to know where we i take you

will i be hurt?

i've told you all i'm allowed

and so....

i bind my eyes

and i enter the car

the door closes

the motor hums

and we start to move

and i'm no longer wondering as i was

i'm strangely calm

trusting

safe

i feel now that i have already done what the letter told me to do

submit

but

there is that sense of nervous....

excitement

and wonder

yes wonder

of what lay ahead

THREE

the ride is smooth

languid maybe

if a car ride can be languid

i think that it's a waste to be blindfolded in a car with all this room

isn't the point of the limo to be in a car with all that space?

as quickly as i think this, the answer comes to me

the answer is in the blindfold

yes

the limo is a thing of opulent space

and the blindfold is there to deny it to me while at the same time i'm there in the space

and suddenly...

i'm a little nervous

i don't know where i'm going

and whoever has arranged this has thought this out completely

this experience

this night

the day

all of it

it's working itself into the core of me

affecting me at a deep psychological level

and even as i think this

i realize...

i'm thinking too much

and the smooth ride

the humm of the motor and the faint sound of the tires on the pavement and the slight vibration on the floor of the car

the motion

the movement

the going forward

it's all calming

and i flow with it

i relax myself with it

and i enjoy it

not just the ride

not just the luxury of the car

but

and almost more

the denial of it

and though nothing has happened

no pass has been made and the driver never looked at me or said anything to inspire this

i find myself geting turned on

the softness of the blindfold pressed cool and firl to my eyes

the darkness

completely enveloping

and the motion of the car

and then

after what must have been an hour of driving we stop

i hear the driver open his door and walk around to mine

he opens the door

i ask him

may i remove the blindfold now?

yes ma'am

so i do

and i see before me a mansion

looming in flickering torches in the moonless but star-lit night

cauldrons of flame line the stairs that sweep up to the main entrance

an enormous door of dark wood open enough to see the light inside

there is no one there

there is no music but for the wind - gentle and slight and cool

do i go in there?

yes ma'am

i step away from the car and onto the first step

the driver walks around to the driver's seat

gets in and drives away

and i'm completely alone

the lights of the limo disappear into the darkness of the night

and i look back at the house

and my heart starts again

but i've come this far

so i go

i move up the steps

past the flaming cauldrons

up to the door

and i peer in

hello?

hello!

nothing

i touch the door and i swings silently on its massive hinges

and

and i enter

i'm in a hall

and entrance lined on either side with rack after rack after rack of clothing and enormous mirrors spaced throughout

hello!

i'm here!

hello?

i call out as i walk forward looking atthe outfits

they are extrordinary

not for any one singular outfit's extravegance

but for the fact that they are so wildly varried

all in my size

there is a wedding gown

a man's suit

a school girl outfit

a cheerleader's costume

jeans

leather

t-shirts from every band i ever heard of

shoes

oh

the shoes

from nine-west to new balance

i go to the end of the room and try the door

it won't open

i look back across the room towards the door i came though

and it has closed

i never heard it move or sensed it at all

yet there it is

closed

and i try the door again

nothing

the clothes are for me

i know it

so i take a deep breath and pick something out

it's black and long and stretchey

not tight

but it fits like paint

and it is tight around my neck

holding my breasts tight

no bra

because the back plunges down below the small of my back

and i look at myself in the mirror

and i know

i know how hot i look

the dress drags out on the floor behind me as i move

and

and i love it

i go to the door and try it again

closed

but i know why this time

there is still something i've not shed

my panties

i slip themoff under my dress

i touch the door

and it opens

it opens to a room that takes my breath away

round

perfectly round with perfectly identical doors all around it

with a ceiling too high to be seen in the light given off by the thousand candles that light this room

and in the center of the room is

a wooden box

i go to it and as i open it i hear something behind me

and

the door has closed

i spin around

alone

with a new note in my hand

lost

alone

in a room of doors

and the note reads:

choose

i flip it over:

submit

FOUR

i spin around

enjoying

yes enjoying the dress dragging behind me

feeling its slight tug at my hips when i move as it slips along the floor behind me

this distracts me from my previous thought

submit?

again

submit

to what?

to whom?

what is this?

and again the dress pulls at my body as i move and pace and think

and then i pace more

now to feel the dress

and feel its tightness

i'm not being hurt

no one has threatened me

i feel safe

confused

but confused like being one drink past where i should be

yet not drunk at all

lost in the moment

and living each moment from feeling to feeling

i look down at the dress as it pulls taunt against my thighs as i move

i think about how my ass must look

and i walk the length of the room enjoying the image in my mind of

me

and i turn and walk back

avoiding the doors

knowing i'm avoiding the doors

and as soon as i'm aware of the truth of what i'm doing

i stop

and again

i feel my heart beating

all the doors are the same

but i go to one and listen

nothing betrays what may be on the other side

i test another

and clearly there is no way to know

but i try another and another

so

i go back to the center of the room and spin around with my eyes closed and my finger pointing

i stop pointing at a door

like all the others

except

this is the one

so

i walk

and now i'm not aware of the dress oor anything other than the pounding in my breast

my heart thuds like mad as i touch the doorknob

and i hesitate

so long

so long

it only makes it worse

i take a deep breath

and turn the knob

there is no click

nothing but the silent swinging open

it is dark in there

and i can hear my heart inmy ears

pounding

my god

am i doing this?

and before i can answer i'm walking

stepping

in

into the darkness

and the door closes behind me

and i'm in the dark

alone

but only for a moment

one last moment of being alone

hands

strong and firm

big hands close around my wrists

there is more than one person

men

the hands are too strong

not hard

but strong and firm

and the hold my wrists

who are you?

shhhhhh

is the response

and the lips are so close to my ear i can feel the breath of

this third man

shhhh

he says again

the hands hold my wrists

and i resist

shhhh

again the voice whispers in my ear

and in that moment fingers slip inside my dress

at my ribs

again

another man

the fingers are so strong

pulloing at the dress

don't-

i say

but

shhhhhh

is the response

it's so dark

so dark

and the lips

the man hushing me

i think him

he's kissing my neck

wet and soft

while the fingers reach up my ribs and to the side of my breast

and it takes my breath away

this stranger these strangesr touching me

the kissing lips at my neck undo the clasp at the nape of my neck

somehow

and i feel the dress falling

loosening on me

on my breasts

feeling the air rush in to my skin

while hands

more hands

god

is that possible

stroke my ankles

and gently

so gently like prince charming remove my shoes like glass slippers

and their fings run up my legs and stop to lightly

so lightly stroke the skin behind my knee

but that is only one of them

but i love it

while the kisses on my neck continue

and the dress slips away f4rom my breasts

and my hands

god

i can't move my hands

they're holding my wrists

and i want

i want to move them

but i can't they are like iron

and

oh

oh

oh god

yes

the kisses on my neck

as the fingers trace under my breast

my left breast to my nipplle

and stroke it

and the fingers at my legs don't stop

and they go

up

yes

and they both circle me

my sex

god

my pussy

they stroke my pubic hair

and my ass

the small of my back

and then the hand at my breast pinches my nipple

hard

too hard

i cry out

i want to cry out in pain

but what comes out is...

yes

and the dress is slipping to the floor

i'm barely aware of it

because the fingers at my pussy have found my clit

and they are taking turns

circling it

so lightly

so lightly and gently

it's maddening

and the pinch at my other nipple

yes

again

i cry

and the kissing mouth pulls my head around to his and takes my mouth

hot

in a kiss

and the fingers stroke my lips

i'm so wet

so

oh god

i can barely think as the fingers are in me

my pussy

my

yes

my

yes

and i'm sucking this man's tongue

kissing him

while the fingers work me

my hands

god

no

please let me go

let me hands free

but i can't

i want to

i want to touch these men

stroke their bodies

feel them

they are just fingers

and

oh god

now mouths

kissing me

now kissing my skin

the back of my thigh as the fingers press in me

and out of me

kissing

wet and soft on my belly

my breats

my tits

my ass

yes

their mouths and their tongues

oh

oh

oh on

yes

on

on my

yes

my

clit

oh

yes

my clit

kissing in

sucking it

nibbling

yes

nibbling

oh

oh

yes nibbling

and

and

a finger again

in me

in my ass now

slow

gentle

filling my ass

and again

i cry out

yes

and

oh

themouths

oh

yes

yes

oh

the

oh

my ass

god

yes

i'm feeling myself

coming

so close

so close

so close

building

building

yes

yes

yes

and then

they stop

all at once

leaving me panting

gasping

alone

in the dark

they pull away

even my wrists are free

my body

almost limp

standing nude

so close

my whole body throbbing

alive with sex and so close

so

so close

i stand their panting

lost disoriented

and i hear footsteps

coming closer

i catch my breath and a candle is lit

it is a woman

she's breathtakingly beautiful

the sight of her is almost enough to make me come

she's tall

fit

but not thin

wide hips

full breasts accentuated by her only article of clothing - a bustier

a bustier pressing her breasts up but not covering them at all

her hair is black and long and straight

her face round and soft

blue eyes

big eyes

full lips

she speaks

firmly

with an accent - swedish maybe - i can't place it

why are you here?

i answer

i.. i don't know

i was invited-

crack

the sound scares me more than the sting

at first

i've been spanked

hard

not by hand

a paddle

one of the men i guess - but i can't see them - they have receded to the shadows of the room

i try to catch my breath

she speaks again

i will ask one more time: why are you here?

my mind races

i try to think of the answer

i'm so nervous

my heart pounds-

smack

again

this time the sting is there

and i'm sore

it hurts

i can feel the blood rushingto the cheeks of my ass

slathered in kisses not two minutes ago - now sore and throbbing in pain

she speaks again

look at me

you will need to know the answer faster than that to avoid punishment

but for now

it will suffice as an answer to me to say:

to please you

i respond

okay

crack

again

and my heart jolts and i cry out

she steps towards me and puts a finger to my lips

shhhh

i will help you

shhhh

you are here to please me

and you will refer to me as ma'am

always

now

why are you here?

pounding heart and my pussy aching

and on the edge between coming and insanity

for despite myself and i have trouble admitting it

i have loved this

so i rely - quickly this time

to please you ma'am

and she kisses my lips

long and soft

she pulls away and says

then we may begin

to be continued....

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