EXTRACT FOR
The Submissive:1
(Rachel Roberts)

     With a dry mouth, Rachel's hand softly touched the very edge of her white, skimpy pants, feeling the fine thin lace and feeling the warmth of her smooth naked skin. The more than eager hand forced an unstoppable finger under the delicate material and the lucky, long, thin finger stroked and toyed with her curled mass of red pubic hair.

     Soon, there were two excited fingers, reaching, desperately searching, and then touching, just slightly at first, her impatient super-soft pussy lips. Feeling her own delicate skin and her yielding folds of slippery, lubricated flesh, she opened, explored, and so, so gently, pushed little by little inside. Immediately, floods of exquisite sensations caused Rachel's breathing to become irregular and erratic. Her heartbeat raced. Her head bobbed slightly back and fore, those fingers delving and exploring deeply inside. Then expertly, she patiently and tenderly glided her juice, wetting and rubbing at her hood, touching and feeling, just softly slipping over her now moist, shiny and eagerly responding clitoris.

     Rachel's head fell back gently against the headrest, as she exhaled a long, long sigh of satisfaction.

     "What now, Master?" Rachel murmured. "Tell me what you want to make me do next. Tell me you want to tie me up. Tell me you want me to expose myself to you. Tell me you want to thrash me. Tell me to make you cum. Tell me Master!"



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     Mr Anderson gazed endlessly at Rachel's long and shapely legs. Never once did he remove his fixed stare. She could feel him touching her. He raked his incredibly dreamy black-brown eyes all over her bare, vulnerable, and exposed flesh. He touched her skin from her dainty slim ankles to her thighs, across the tops of her legs, to the gusset of her hapless knickers, where her pussy bulged into the pathetically damp, thin material that barely managed to withstand the strain and to Rachel's horror, where she tingled and burned.

     Rachel's fidgeting was endless. A look of sheer agony spread across her face, as her mind desperately tried to think of what to do to save herself from this unstoppable onslaught. She felt her body was no longer her own and in one single solitary word, in one simple statement, in just one command, her body without question, was his.

     Rachel felt a tear fall to her cheek and pathetically dribble to the corner of her mouth, her misery highlighted by the fact that it was trembling uncontrollably. She was overwhelmed and began to feel how she felt when she was reading that book. It was the same, excited and afraid, both at exactly the same time. In fact, everything was the same as her unending obsession with the book. The tall handsome dark stranger was the same. The chair was the same. She was even wearing a red dress. There was no way this was ever going to be the same, just no way.

     Mr Anderson stared at Rachel's face. His look penetrated deeply into her eyes. Make-up ran down her cheeks. He had no expressions at all. This was clearly very serious. Without question, this was something to obey. Whatever was coming next, it wasn't going to be a request. It was going to be another command. Rachel stopped breathing. He simply said.

     "OPEN YOUR LEGS!"

     Rachel froze. Every muscle in her trembling body clenched tightly like a clam. Except that is, her jaw, which instantly fell wide open. Disbelief spread across her agonising face.

     "This? This? This?" She wanted to desperately think of a reply, something; anything at all, but she couldn't. Her mind was blank, numb, and simply empty.

     Truly rooted in the moment, she couldn't go forward and she couldn't go back. There was no going back, not now. There was only fear and excitement at the same time. There were only the vibrations in her body that made her shake and tremble. There was only Mr Anderson, the 'oh so handsome and dreamy' Mr Anderson, impatiently waiting for her to submit and comply with his command.

     Mr Anderson leaned slowly back in his chair and with almost arrogant calmness crossed his legs and brought his hands gently together.

     "MISS ROBERTS, I WILL NOT TELL YOU AGAIN! OPEN YOUR LEGS!"

     Overtaken by fear, but knowing full well that she was desperate to know what it would be like to be submissive and do, without question, what she was told. Knowing full well, that at any moment she would be sick. Her shaking leg obeyed and slowly, but surely, did exactly as it was commanded to do.

     "Stop! Oh Rachel! Stop!"

     Opening her legs, only stopping when the steep sides of the old leather chair prevented her from continuing, caused the dress to rise up further and completely display the white, scanty, see-through gusset between her legs. The hopelessly see-through gusset that pushed tight to her swollen flesh, as it fought and strained to hold her in. The one that showed every outline and every contour of her ginger-red matted, damp pussy. The one that Rachel just knew showed her, all of her to him. Rachel closed her eyes and whimpered.

     "Oh god! What happens next?"

     She felt so dirty. But she had consented. She had not said no to him. 'No' had not even entered her mind. There was no, 'no' when you submit. There is no, 'no' when you allow yourself to lose control. In fact, she didn't feel dirty at all, she felt somehow different, somehow, more alive, released. She had never felt so excited, so very afraid and so incredibly wet. This was driving her insane.

     Rachel yelped and whimpered in surprise.

     Mr Anderson's new command cut her clean in two. It was so unexpected. It was an order that she knew she simply had to obey. Mr Anderson barked.

     "REMOVE YOUR UNDERWEAR!"

     Almost in a drunken daze and in shock, Rachel lifted herself slightly from the caress of the old leather chair. Unsure hands cupped thumbs into the delicate lacy material. In a dumbfounded trance, she pulled them slowly down.

     Slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch, they came down. They came down over her elevated naked bum and down over bony hips and slim thighs. Rachel gasped, almost in disbelief at what she was doing, but mostly she gasped at the sudden intoxicating feeling of incredible freedom. The moment was overwhelming, as the see-through, clinging damp gusset, suddenly released her grateful pussy and her impossibly tingling clitoris. Bursting instantly into life, her pussy pulsed and throbbed in the excitement of being free and exposed to a complete stranger in a public place.

     The delicate underwear continued its journey of abandonment, down toward her shaking knees and then inch by inch down to her feet. Her high-heeled shoes slipped off, all by themselves, and the ever so dainty, white, lacy, see-through pants; were gone.

     "OPEN YOUR LEGS!"

     Shaking uncontrollably, slowly, but surely unable to stop her body from obeying the unfathomable command. Unable to control the tears, as they endlessly fell from her face, Rachel, once again, did as ordered and without question, opened her legs.

     "Oh dear god, what am I doing?"

     The tall, dark man with smooth olive skin remained expressionless. He stared at Rachel's naked, juice covered and open pussy. She dared to take a quick look and nearly died when she saw clearly that her lips were full, shiny and hopelessly separated. Immediately her little bud pulsed and throbbed.

     "Oh god! My pussy feels as if it's gonna explode!"

     In each blissful moment, in each agonising minute, Rachel felt the stare of the stranger on her naked and burning pussy.

     Taking total control of each and every emotion she carried. Taking total control of each movement, she made. He violated her sanctity and silently ravaged her body. It was as if he had reached inside and gripping tightly, wrenched from deep within, all her feelings and all of her deeply dark cravings. Rachel was drowning in fear and becoming endlessly overwhelmed with excitement. She could feel him touching her, his eyes surrounding and engulfing her, he was everywhere, all over her, all at the same time. She couldn't stop him. There was just no way to stop him.

     Rachel began to sob. She knew she was his to do with as he pleased. Right now, he could do anything to her. She wanted him to. He was on her and around her. She could feel him inside her, fucking her very soul from four feet away. Put simply, Rachel had been caught by a superior prey; he was ready to feast and slowly but surely was drawing her to him, clawing away her resistance and sucking the very life from her. There was no question in her mind, he was eating her alive.

     After what felt to Rachel like an agonising never-ending eternity, the command was simple and brutal. It was so unexpected; it sent shock waves through the entire length of her body. 

     "TOUCH YOURSELF!"



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     Although almost crippled with pins and needles from kneeling for so long, Rachel leaped up from the settee, instantly shaking at the sudden change in Susan.

     "Take off your knickers! Now!' Another 'whack!' crashed into the armrest.

     Rachel reacted so quickly that her G-string became a tangled mess around her ankles. The more knotted they became, the more anxious 'she' became. Until finally with a defiant kick, they shot across the room and nestled by the dining room table. Rachel didn't even wait to see where it landed, her head fully tilting downward and her hands nervously clasped together in servitude.

     "Oh god!" Rachel thought. "What happens next?"

     "Get down on your knees you little slut! You can beg for your fancy man to fuck you, but you can't touch your best friend?"

     "But Susan.."

     "Down you bitch and take off your skirt!"

     Rachel unzipped her short denim skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. Instantly, she fell to her knees, pushing her arms out across the settee. Rachel's yelp was pitiful. Pain surged through her body. The whip bit into her backside like a hot knife. Just one administration from Susan was like ten from Mr Anderson.

     "Take off the rest of your clothes!"

     Completely naked, tears pouring down her face, Rachel bent over the settee again. The cold leather against her breasts brought back vividly what she did in that chair, in front of the demanding Mr Anderson. Her recollection was very short lived. Rachel squealed like a wounded animal. Floods of tears erupted. Susan knew exactly how to use that whip.



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Rachel felt herself lifted up, and then lowered again. This time, instead of the cold hardness of the table, she could feel hot muscled skin beneath her. A pair of hands bent her knees and pushed them back. The body beneath her pushed its erection between her cheeks and swiftly pushed inside. The sudden intrusion forced her head back and her mouth wide open, immediately it filled with super hot, hard flesh. Seconds later, Rachel felt her pussy lips prodded at and entered, pushing deeply inside her. Every fuck violated Rachel's body, each erection, fucked her at a furious pace. It became difficult to breathe, the small holes in the mask insufficient to feed her rapid breaths.



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     Rachel thought she would faint. The shock, the unexpected surprise, the ferociousness and the intensity at which her backside became the target of the most incredible wallop, almost made her throw up. A strong and powerful sting spread across both cheeks, given to her with immense passion and accuracy. The whelp mark that instantly manifested was so narrow; a long, thin, flexible, whip-like stick could only have delivered it. The weapon flicked across each nipple in turn. They were already hard, but now pulsed with pain. 

     A soft and delicate hand rubbed lightly at her stinging bum. The hand was as smooth as velvet, touching her back, her stomach, her breasts, and thighs. This hand could only belong to a woman. Soft lips surrounded both her nipples. Tongues slipped over them, somehow replacing the pain with such exotic pleasure that Rachel murmured to herself behind her mask. Two hands separated her stinging bum cheeks, another soft and light tongue, delicately licked at the space between them. Three warm and fleshy tongues, deliciously lapped at her, their touch as delicate and as soft as rose petals.

     The lips and tongues vanished simultaneously, only to be replaced with a sickening blow to each leg only an inch below her bum. The stick attacked at will, delivering short, painful whack's to calves, ankles and feet. A hand, large with strong fingers slapped her backside, so hard; a thousand bee stings could not have hurt more. Weakened legs, forced by two sets of gripping hands, raised high into the air. Knees bent, pulled wide apart. The strain on her arms was so great, she thought they would tear from her shoulders. The stick attacked the soles of her feet, the hand continued savagely beating her backside, and it took all of Rachel's determination to make sure she didn't cum, when another besieged her openly displayed pussy, crashing directly onto her clitoris. 

     Within the darkness of her terrifying mask, Rachel whimpered in absolute submission, the pain excruciating, but even this was nothing compared to the agony administered by the returned delicate soft lips and tongues. They surrounded her. They kissed and licked at every sensitive spot, and there were many. The inner fold at her knees and elbows, the base of her neck, not an inch above the collarbone, the space between her big toes, and the lower fold at the base of her breasts, all were tortured without remorse. The unknown, unseen tongues seemed to know exactly where to attack. Then a super-soft tongue found 'that' place. The very one that drives her completely insane. The one place that only Andrew and Nikki know about suddenly was washed over, deliberately, and sadistically. Rachel screamed as a tongue, lapped at that small, smooth space of flesh between her vagina and anus, before delving deeply into her pussy, while another pressed as deeply inside her bum as it could go.