Fifty Shades of Submission (17 page)

As long as I have my cock and my hands I
’ll be sexually okay
, I thought.
I don’t need anybody to fuck if I can fuck myself.

I
laughed softly and closed my eyes and fell almost immediately into a peaceful and relaxed sleep in the chair.

At nine o'clock the next morning I was packed and ready for departure. I felt refreshed and sexually invigorated but I was almost reluctant to leave. The old country hotel had become like home. I would always remember it with fondness as the place where Saskia and I met – the place where I fell in love for the first time in my life.

Mrs
Wilson seemed glad to see us go, although she invited us to come back any time - in or out of season. I wondered whether we would ever return.

Saskia was waiting for me at her car. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. “Yes, mistress.”

She smiled at my reply. “
Very well then, slave, let’s be off!”

We
drove off with the Porsche’s top down. It was a cold winter’s day and an icy chill swept through the open car. 

I
knew that the most interesting chapter of my life was about to begin. Where it would lead, I had no idea.

Saskia seemed in good spirits
and chatted amiably, as though she were embarking on a pleasant journey with a close friend. She fed me chocolates and ran her fingers playfully through my hair from time to time, and flirtatiously squeezed my thigh. She even leaned over and gave me a kiss, briefly taking her eyes off the road for a moment. Her cold lips tasted fresh and frosty and deliciously fragrant. Despite this strange and unusual life we were embarking on, my heart welled up once more with sheer joy at the overpowering love I felt for this beautiful woman.

“Did you masturbate last night after I left you,” she asked suddenly.

I was embarrassed by her question and shrugged. “I did what need to be done.”

She laughed. “
You enjoy masturbating, don’t you, slave?”

“I enjoy sex
, mistress.”

“
Do you masturbate often?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Every day?”

“Most days, mistress.”

“More than once?”
I shrugged. “If I don’t have a sexual partner I masturbate every morning when I awake and every evening before going to sleep. And sometimes during the day if I am aroused.”

She laughed. “Which is often?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You’
re quite a sexual animal, aren’t you?”
“Yes, mistress, sex is very important to me. I enjoy my penis.”

“Which do you enjoy more, slave? Sticking your penis into ladies or pleasuring yourself?”

“I enjoy both equally, mistress.”

“Have you ever fucked a man?”

“No, mistress.”

She laughed. “You should try it. I think you’ll enjoy it. I have the feeling that you’re a repressed homosexual. Perhaps I’ll arrange to have a young boy brought to you
room one night soon for your pleasure.” She was mocking me. “Or do you prefer older men?”

“I prefer women, mistress.”

“Why?”
“I like the fact that women are physically weaker, and I like a woman’s cunt. It turns me on, mistress.”

Her eyes glinted with excitement. “
You’re
beginning to turn
me
on, slave. If we continue to talk in this way I’ll have to stop the car and you’ll have to fuck me.”

“That will be my pleasure, mistress.”

“Do you want to fuck your mistress, slave?”

“Yes, mistress, very much.”

“Tell me what you want to do with me,” she said, suddenly very excitedly.

“I want to rip your clothes off and ram my cock deep inside your cunt, mistress.”

“Do you want to rape me?”

“Yes, mistress, if you fight me I will take you by force.”

Her lips parted and she was breathing fast. Suddenly she swung the car off the highway and down a quiet country lane. She pulled over on the grass verge, turned off the engine and looked at me.

“Fuck me,” she said.

In a fever of excitement we both tumbled out of the car into the tall grass on the side of the road and ripped the clothes off each other. She lay naked on her back and opened her legs and lifted her thighs up and wrapped them around my waist. I mounted her like a raging bull. We both came within minutes but I was careful not to ejaculate, hoarding my sexual power like a miser.

Saskia r
egained her senses and began to push me away. “Get off me.”

I
grabbed her wrists and held them in an iron grip. “No mistress, I’m not finished fucking you yet.”

Her eyes narrowed.
She was taken aback “Get off me! At once!”

She began to struggle under me and I swatted away her flailing hands with ease and rolled her roughly over onto her stomach.

“Let me go!” she shouted angrily as I pressed her breasts into the grass and mounted her once more from behind
and penetrated her. She struggled throughout as I fucked her first in the vagina, then in the anus.

“
You bastard!”
she screamed. “You filthy perverted bastard!”

“I warned you I would rape you, mistress,” I said calmly, while mea
suring the depth and power of my strokes to give myself the utmost gratification. I took my time. Over the next two hours I fucked her several times, until I was fully satiated at last and collapsed on top of her, smothering her body with my weight. She stopped struggling and lay pinned under me. There was blood on her lip from where she had bit down on it through her ‘ordeal’. I smeared the blood away with my thumb and purposefully stuck my thumb into her mouth, moving it around her tongue. She began to suck it dutifully.

“Remember, mistress,” I whispered in her ear. “I can only be your dutiful slave if you cooperate with me in every way.”

I turned her over and kissed her neck and massaged breasts roughly and then slipped my hand between her thighs.

“Open your legs, for me, mistress,” I commanded.

She obeyed without a word and parted her thighs and I fucked her again.

We stopped in a town along the way. Saskia had not spoken to me for hours. She was angry and dishevelled and there was dried grass in her hair and on her clothes.

She parked
the car and flicked a switch and the soft top came up electronically and sealed shut.

She turned in her seat and looked
at me. “
If you ever fuck me like that again I’ll kill you! Do you understand?”
She slapped me viciously across the cheek, jolting my head back. “I am your mistress!” she snarled, nostrils flared and green eyes blazing. “Don’t
ever
expect your mistress you again!” She spat the words out with such force that flecks of spit shot out of her mouth.

“Your function is
to serve, obey and worship
me
! You only exist only for
me
!
You will never put your cock in me again as long as I live!”

She
ripped open the glove compartment and withdrew what looked like a thick stubby rubber bullet about three inches long, with a separate small electronic control.

“I
nsert this in your anus, slave!” she spat.

“Now?”

“Of course now! From now on you’ll wear it at all times - unless I order otherwise. I will keep the remote control with me and will switch it on when it pleases me. Just as a reminder that you are now
my
property and subservient to
me
! Go on, put it in!”

I looked around
. We were parked in a busy street. People were milling about on the pavement outside, going about their business.

She
looked at me and laughed. “What’s the matter? Are you nervous someone will see you pull your pants down? They might just enjoy seeing your cock.”

I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans a
nd underpants down below my knees. I turned my back to the car window, shielding myself from onlookers as best I could. I lifted my buttocks and pushed the rubber butt plug deep into my rectum. As I pushed it in my cock started getting hard.

She
scowled at my erection. “Is there
ever
a time when you
don’t
have a hard on?
For god’s sake, try to control yourself!
And take off your underpants. From now on you will no longer wear them. I want to be able to open your zip and look at your cock any time I want to. Even in public. I might even leave your zip open permanently and leave your cock hanging out all the time when I’m at home with my friends.” She laughed coldly. “Go on. Underpants off and jeans back on.”

I did as I was told
. I shed my underpants and pulled my jeans back on, irritated that my huge erection was still there and refused to subside.

Saskia
glared at my penis. “I bet you’d love a blow job.”

I nodded
. “Yes, mistress,” I said hopefully.

She
glared at me. “No chance! From now on you will only have orgasms at
my
bidding. Don’t worry, I’ve already got something lined up to tame that cock of yours. That’s a surprise for later.”

I
zipped up my fly, and buckled my belt.

“
Let’s see if this works,” she said, flicking the switch on her remote control. My anus came instantly alive as the butt plug shot vibrating pulses into my rectum. My erection swelled up instantly.

Saskia
smiled with cold satisfaction. “I’m glad to see that works. Now, let’s go shopping. By the way, now that you are my slave, you will no longer walk next to me. As my servant, you will walk respectfully a few paces behind me. You will open and close doors for me. You will pull out chairs for me and you will carry all my parcels like a dutiful, devoted servant. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“If you deviate from any of my instructions you will be severely whipped later on, is that clear?”
I nodded.

“Good. Let’s go!
”

She did her shopping and
I follow at a respectful distance as ordered. She soon ladened me down with parcels and I carried them like a subservient pack mule. Then she decided it was time for a late lunch and she chose a rather upmarket, expensive restaurant. Once seated, we placed our order and just before the food arrived she switched on my butt plug at full power. Without warning my anal cavity vibrated once again and my penis immediately responded. My face burnt with embarrassment. We were in a public place and the restaurant was crowded with lunchtime traffic.

She smiled at me wickedly from across the table.

When the food came she shook her head at the waiter. “My friend is no longer hungry. You can take his away.”

“Should I charge it to Madame’s bill?”
the waiter inquired.

She nodded
irritably. “Yes, charge it to me and throw it away.”

When the waiter had gone, she said, “Are you hungry
, slave?”

“Yes
, mistress.”

She smiled. “Too bad. I
t’s no longer possible for you, my slave, to eat in your mistress’s company. When we are alone at home you will always wait until I have finished eating. You will stand next to me and serve me. Only when I have finished eating and have dismissed you may you go to the kitchen and eat.”

She ate slowly and with relish while I watched. My stomach growled but I
tried to ignore it. I had suffered far worse deprivations as a child at the hands of my stepmother. If Saskia wanted to play this game I would show her I could play it just as well as she and definitely outlast her.

When she had finished eating she pushed away he
r plate and smiled at me. “It’s time for dessert.”

She moved her chair closer to m
e and put her hand under the table and unzipped my jeans. At the same time she switched on the vibrating butt plug again. Once my jeans were open my cock sprang out and stood tall and erect under the table.

She laughed softly. “I thought you might like d
essert, seeing you haven’t eaten.” She started to massage my cock firmly and deliberately under the table.  Her expert ministrations and the vibrating butt plug up my ass soon began to drive me crazy. The restaurant was packed and I tried to keep a passive face. I squirmed in my chair uncomfortably, heart pounding, feeling that all eyes in the room were on me. My erection began to wither but she brought it back with her expert fingers. Finally I could no longer fight the sweet agony and I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands as my body surged along a tide of unbridled pleasure. I bit down hard on my lip to prevent myself from groaning audibly. The orgasm washed through me like a forceful wave and finally I was spent and I opened my eyes, breathing hard and fast and saw our waiter staring at me.