Book One: "Chained Submission"

 

Part of me wanted to rebel...but most of me wanted desperately to stroke my pussy. Staring right into the mirror, eyes glazing I reached down and began to finger my slit and my clitoris. A deep sigh, part satisfaction, part frustration escaped my slightly parted lips.

 

The car finally began to move.

 

Grateful that Claudette had to watch the road some of the time, I kept up a slow steady rhythm on my clit. When we paused for red lights the driver's bewitching eyes caught mine. Each time I slid two fingers down and into my soaking pussy. It was so hard not to cum...especially when I saw those eyes crinkle with laughter at my growing shame.

 

At last we reached the restaurant. Pulling up before the portico, I was grateful for the tinted windows of the limousine.

 

"Lick your slutty fingers clean," Claudette snapped. The driver didn't move but kept looking intently as I obeyed her...slowly and sensually sucking each finger dry.

 

"Guess you'll get dinner after all!" I smiled. "Pull your coat closed."

 

Claudette climbed out and came around like a good chauffeur politely opening the door for my graceful exit. Despite my best efforts, the long coat's tail caught on the seat exposing my bright red heels and bare legs almost to my pussy. I reached to tug it closed.

 

"Un-uh!" smiled Claudette. "Get out the way you were and I'll fix your coat." There was command in her voice, steel under the velvet facade. I knew my mistress wanted me to obey, so I did. When standing I didn't feel quite as naked, but almost.

 

Claudette stepped up to me and tugged the coat closed and retied the belt...but only with a single loop. Just a little bit of friction would loosen the tie and leave me exposed once again.

 

Claudette leaned in close bringing her sensuously perfect lips next to my ear. Almost sighing she whispered, "You're a gorgeous little slut... so obedient! I can see how you want to say, 'No' but just can't quite do it, can you? You ARE a true submissive, aren't you? I do hope your Mistress let's me play with you sometime.

 

"It's time to go meet her. Go inside and give the maitre d' her name....and keep your hands by your sides, no matter what happens. Your Lady awaits."

 

 

Book Two: "Collar and Cuffs"

 

I then took a chance, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, looking into her eyes....and she didn't pull back.

 

"It's just that I've been under a lot of stress lately.."

 

"Yes, I've noticed.." she smiled

 

"I really don't want to get sexually involved with someone who would want me to make all the moves and decisions... I need someone who can take the lead and, if you like, someone I could submit to, but only in a sexual way..."

 

Diane blushed again as I poured out my heart to her.

 

"I'm sorry" I pulled away, "I shouldn't have mentioned it... I'll go and wash the cups and put them away..."

 

She leapt up and followed me into the kitchen. Standing behind me, she wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly.

 

"If submission is what you want, then I'd gladly be the one to teach you.." She whispered into my ear.

 

I turned around to face her.

 

"Only if it's what you TRULY want..." I said.

 

"Believe me," she smiled, "Nothing would give me greater satisfaction!"

 

She grabbed my long hair and pulled my head back slightly. Her lips met mine and her tongue parted them, seeking out mine in a passionate kiss.

 

I heard the jangling of keys, and as I opened my eyes, she held them up to my face.

 

"In my car," she grinned, "under the rug on the floor in the back is a black bag. Go and fetch it, please!"

 

My head was turning... Had she come prepared for an overnight stay? Was it a present? I was beginning to think that she wasn't the shy, introverted person that I had thought she was.

 

Book Three: "Blindfolded"

 

Suddenly, I felt her warm lips against mine and pushed up to her only to be pushed back. As I opened my mouth to say something my mouth was immediately filled with the taste of new silicone rubber.

 

She buckled the gag behind my head, gently moving my hair away from the catch. "Ah peace, at last." I knew that chuckle, it was a chuckle that told me she knew I was glaring at her even through a blindfold and I was.

 

I had lost her in the room again, I felt her pick up the nipple clamps as the chain had been lifted from my foot, jumping as her fingertip suddenly touched my breast, circling one nipple, I moaned softly from behind my gag. Her touches became more insistent circling tight on my now hard nipple. As I felt her secure the first nipple clamp, my breath caught in my throat caused a gasp.

 

Her movements were deliberate as she strode back around, my right nipple already aching for her touch., Her first touch caused my hips to rise off the bed, her hand firmly pressed me back on to the bed as she secured the second clamp, the cold chain was draped between my full breasts.

 

She leaned in and whispered softly in my ear, "You are beautiful." Her tongue glided the length of my ear before nipping my earlobe causing me to squirm and trying to thank her through my gag.

 

She clapped her hands together once, "What's next pet? I guess I'll have to decide."

 

I had been listening to her pace for what seemed like hours, I was sure she knew what she wanted to do, she was smart and she'd have planned every moment by then but this was torture, and she knew how to test me. My patience was my weakest quality and she pushed it a little more with each moment.

 

My breath was coming out in short pants, the combination of the nipple clamps and the gag made it hard to take deep breaths. Although the room was cool I could feel a light sheen of sweat coming up on my body as my internal heat rode with the anticipation.