DA Submission

I couldn't believe that I was finally here, walking up the tree-lined street towards the address that Master T had e-mailed me, along with my instructions of what to wear and what to bring in my small carry-on bag. I had flown halfway across the continent to be a submissive to a kinky couple I'd met on deviantArt. We had become on-line friends after liking each others stories and images, yet we hadn't even spoken on the telephone to each other! They were married and were switches, with the female being the more dominant of the two, although both seemed to enjoy being either submissive or dominant.

It had been during a late drunken evening, when the erotic, teasing messages had been flying between us, that I had asked if they would be interested in using their dominant sides to teach me how to be a true submissive, to which they quickly agreed!

We decided that a long weekend would probably be the perfect time to introduce me into the world of a submissive.

I had done some solo shiabri and bondage modelling, so was no stranger to nudity and ropes. I had also written several short erotic D/s fantasy stories, but was yet to experience the real thing!

However, I was now seriously doubting my sanity as I walked up the steps leading to the door of the old brownstone building where Master T and Mistress L lived.

There was an envelope taped to the front door with the word 'slave' written on the front in bold letters. I had been instructed to open it and do whatever was written down.

With trembling fingers I tore the envelope open and unfolded the single sheet of paper inside.

The message, written in the same bold script, was very clear!

'Open the mailbox. Inside you will find a brown paper bag. Remove the contents and then strip, placing your clothes inside the bag. Shoes and socks first, then pants and underwear and finally your jacket and shirt.

Place the collar around your neck and lock it with the padlock. Then ring the doorbell and kneel on the top step with your hands on your head'

I couldn't believe what I had read, and scanned through the note again. Nervously glancing up and down the thankfully empty street, I began to follow my orders.

I knelt down and removed my shoes and stuffed my socks inside before placing them at the bottom of the bag.

I undid my belt, and with another glance around me, swiftly pulled off my trousers and underpants, folding them hastily and putting them on top of my shoes.

I was now trembling, not so much from the cool afternoon air as from the sheer nervousness of what I was about to do.

I slipped off my jacket and after casting another quick glance along the street, unbuttoned my shirt, stuffing both items in the now full grocery bag.

I knelt down, hoping that I would not be seen so easily, before fastening the thick leather collar around my neck, clipping the small padlock into place.

I would be unable to remove it until I was released or given the key.

Self-consciously, I stretched up and rang the doorbell, waiting for someone off the street to shout at me at any moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than a minute, a beautiful Asian woman dressed in a tight, black leather cat suit, that left little to the imagination, opened the door. Despite the fact that she was not very tall and also barefoot, she seemed to tower over my kneeling, naked form and smiled down at me.

"You must be slave E," she said, in a husky voice, "you may lower your hands and crawl into the house."

I did as I was told, seeing her pick up both my flight bag and the brown paper sack containing my clothes before closing the door.

"Wait there a moment," she commanded, opening my flight bag and removing the toilet bag I had been ordered to bring.

She then placed the paper sack into my bag and zipped it up.

"You won't be needing this while you are here," she said, placing the bag into a cupboard in the hallway before locking the door with a key which she then placed somewhere on her person.

"Follow me!'" she ordered, and turned on her heel, padding quietly down the hall to a door at the end. Opening it I saw that it lead down to a cellar or probably, more appropriately given the circumstances, a dungeon!

She went down the steps, her bare feet slapping on the cool stone and I followed slowly, working my way down on my hands and knees and hoping that I wouldn't slip and fall on top of her!

Thankfully I made it safely to the bottom and looked around me in fearful anticipation, as the cellar had indeed been converted into a dungeon, with a wooden pillory in the middle of the room.

"Stand up and place your head and wrists in the holes," she ordered.

I got up off the stone floor and bent down, placing my collared neck in the semi-circular dent in the wooden crossbar. Raising both wrists I placed them in similar smaller dents that were at each end of the bar. The woman, who I assumed was Mistress L, placed the top half of the beam over my neck and wrists so that it fitted into place, before securing it with a padlock at either end.

L knelt down next to my right ankle and I felt her attaching a leather cuff around it, before fastening another one to my left ankle. She then kicked my feet as wide apart as I could get them before attaching a spreader bar to each cuff.

I was now bent over from the waist, my upper body parallel to the floor and my legs opened and fastened wide apart, leaving me feeling very exposed to my hostess.

She ran her small hands over my taut buttocks and across my back.

"You've got flawless skin," she murmured, you've obviously never been spanked or whipped before have you?"

"N.. n.. no," I stammered, receiving a sharp, stinging smack on my backside for my answer.

"When you speak you will address me as Mistress, is that clear slave?" she hissed in my ear.

I tried to nod and quickly said "Yes, Mistress!"

"That's better. Now I have a couple of toys to keep you amused until the Master comes home from work," she said with a smile in her voice as she reached down and twisted my left nipple. I gasped as I felt her attach a nipple clamp to it, and gasped again as she clamped another onto my right nipple. As she let go of the chain that joined them I felt the clamps tighten on my sensitive nipples and choked back a cry.

"Dear, dear," she laughed, "we haven't even begun yet! Maybe we need to give you something so you won't be tempted to cry out."

I knew that that probably meant a gag but was unprepared for the penis gag that she forced between my lips and filled my mouth with.

"That's one end taken care of, now let's do the other!"

I felt her small fingers examining by thickening cock and scrotum, puling down on it hard enough to make me moan. Then she slipped a cold metal ring over my cock and balls, before slowly sliding another smaller ring to the root of my cock.

"Those should help to get you hard," she said, "now let's loosen you up a little!"

I grimaced at what was I thought coming next and felt my buttocks tightening as she began to coat my anus with a cold lubricant, before slipping one slender finger into me. She moved her digit in and out, then inserted a second one, stretching my hole even more as she pushed a third finger inside of me.

I moaned into my gag, already feeling the drool running down my chin.

"Just relax and it will make things a lot easier for you," she cooed into my ear.

I tried to remain calm as she removed her fingers, then brushing the tip of the plug against my virgin hole.

I tensed myself, earning another couple of hard slaps to warm my buttocks, as she pushed the plug slowly in, until it was in all the way to the flared base.

I grunted into my gag, feeling plugged at both ends for the first time in my life!

"There now, all done, but we'll give it a little test drive to see how you respond."

NO!!! It was a vibrating butt plug, and after she turned it on I felt myself immediately starting t get hard.

"Oh good, it looks like it's working okay, we'll leave it on as the Master should be home soon and I'm sure he'll want to see how you've reacted to your first test.

I'll leave you for a while to let you think about what else we have in store for you, I'm sure you can see from the toys we have out the fun we're going to have this week!"

I heard her feet slapping back up the stone step and groaned into my gag, feeling myself sucking on the thick silicone in my mouth.

"What I had I let myself in for?" I thought, as my mind began to enter my first real experience of sub-space and my bound body was becoming aroused as I had never been before!

I couldn't believe that I was finally here, walking up the tree-lined street towards the address that Master T had e-mailed me, along with my instructions of what to wear and what to bring in my small carry-on bag. I had flown halfway across the continent to be a submissive to a kinky couple I'd met on deviantArt. We had become on-line friends after liking each others stories and images, yet we hadn't even spoken on the telephone to each other! They were married and were switches, with the female being the more dominant of the two, although both seemed to enjoy being either submissive or dominant.

It had been during a late drunken evening, when the erotic, teasing messages had been flying between us, that I had asked if they would be interested in using their dominant sides to teach me how to be a true submissive, to which they quickly agreed!

We decided that a long weekend would probably be the perfect time to introduce me into world of a submissive.

I had done some solo shiabri and bondage modelling, so was no stranger to nudity and ropes. I had also written several short erotic D/s fantasy stories, but was yet to experience the real thing!

I was now seriously doubting my sanity as I walked up the steps leading to the door of the old brownstone building where Master T and Mistress L lived.

There was an envelope taped to the front door with the word 'slave' written on the front in bold letters. I had been instructed to open it and do whatever was written down.

With trembling fingers I tore the envelope open and unfolded the single sheet of paper inside.

The message, written in the same bold script, was very clear!

'Open the mailbox. Inside you will find a brown paper bag. Remove the contents and then strip, placing your clothes inside the bag. Shoes and socks first, then pants and underwear and finally your jacket and shirt.

Place the collar around your neck and lock it with the padlock. Then ring the doorbell and kneel on the top step with your hands on your head'

I couldn't believe what I had read, and scanned through the note again. Nervously glancing up and down the thankfully empty street, I began to follow my orders.

I knelt down and removed my shoes and stuffed my socks inside before placing them at the bottom of the bag.

I undid my belt, and with another glance around me, swiftly pulled off my trousers and underpants, folding them hastily and putting them on top of my shoes.

I was now trembling, not so much from the cool afternoon air as from sheer nervousness of what I was about to do.

I slipped off my jacket and after casting another quick glance along the street, unbuttoned my shirt, stuffing both items in the now full grocery bag.

I knelt down, hoping that I would not be seen so easily, before fastening the thick leather collar around my neck, clipping the small padlock into place.

I would be unable to remove it until I was released or given the key.

Self-consciously, I stretched up and rang the doorbell, waiting for someone off the street to shout at me at any moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than a minute, a beautiful Asian woman dressed in a tight, black leather cat suit, that left little to the imagination, opened the door. Despite the fact that she was not very tall and also barefoot, she seemed to tower over my kneeling, naked form and smiled down at me.

"You must be slave E," she said, in a husky voice, "you may lower your hands and crawl into the house."

I did as I was told, seeing her pick up both my flight bag and the brown paper sack containing my clothes before closing the door.

"Wait there a moment," she commanded, opening my flight bag and removing the toilet bag I had been ordered to bring.

She then placed the paper sack into my bag and zipped it up.

"You won't be needing this while you are here," she said, placing the bag into a cupboard in the hallway before locking the door with a key which she then placed somewhere on her person.

"Follow me!'" she ordered, and turned on her heel, padding quietly down the hall to a door at the end. Opening it I saw that it lead down to a cellar or probably, more appropriately given the circumstances, a dungeon!

She went down the steps, her bare feet slapping on the cool stone and I followed slowly, working my way down on my hands and knees and hoping that I wouldn't slip and fall on top of her!

Thankfully I made it safely to the bottom and looked around me in fearful anticipation, as the cellar had indeed been converted into a dungeon, with a wooden pillory in the middle of the room.

"Stand up and place your head and wrists in the holes," she ordered.

I got up off the stone floor and bent down, placing my collared neck in the semi-circular dent in the wooden crossbar. Raising both wrists I placed them in similar smaller dents that were at each end of the bar. The woman, who I assumed was Mistress L, placed the top half of the beam over my neck and wrists so that it fitted into place, before securing it with a padlock at either end.

L knelt down next to my right ankle and I felt her attaching a leather cuff around it, before fastening another one to my left ankle. She then kicked my feet as wide apart as I could get them before attaching a spreader bar to each cuff.

I was now bent over from the waist, my upper body parallel to the floor and my legs opened and fastened wide apart, leaving me feeling very exposed to my hostess.

She ran her small hands over my taut buttocks and across my back.

"You've got flawless skin," she murmured, you've obviously never been spanked or whipped before have you?"

"N.. n.. no," I stammered, receiving a sharp, stinging smack on my backside for my answer.

"When you speak you will address me as Mistress, is that clear slave?" she hissed in my ear.

I tried to nod and quickly said "Yes, Mistress!"

"That's better. Now I have a couple of toys to keep you amused until the Master comes home from work," she said with a smile in her voice as she reached down and twisted my left nipple. I gasped as I felt her attach a nipple clamp to it, and gasped again as she clamped another onto my right nipple. As she let go of the chain that joined them I felt the clamps tighten on my sensitive nipples and choked back a cry.

"Dear, dear," she laughed, "we haven't even begun yet! Maybe we need to give you something so you won't be tempted to cry out."

I knew that that probably meant a gag but was unprepared for the penis gag that she forced between my lips and filled my mouth with.

"That's one end taken care of, now let's do the other!"

I grimaced at what was coming next and felt my buttocks tightening as she began to coat my anus with a cold lubricant, before slipping one slender finger into me. She moved her digit in and out, then inserted a second one, stretching my hole even mmore as she pushed a third finger inside of me.

I moaned into my gag, already feeling the drool running down my chin.

"Just relax and it will make things a lot easier for you," she cooed into my ear.

I tried to remain calm as she removed her fingers, brushing the tip of the plug against my virgin hole.

I tensed myself, earning another couple of slaps to warm my buttocks, as she pushed the plug slowly in, until it was in all the way to the flared base.

I grunted into my gag, feeling plugged at both ends for the first time in my life!

"There now, all done, but we'll give it a little test drive to see how you respond."

NO!!! It was a vibrating butt plug, and after she turned it on I felt myself immediately starting t get hard.

"Oh good, it looks like it's working okay, we'll leave it on as the Master should be home soon and I'm sure he'll want to see how you've reacted to your first test.

I'll leave you for a while to let you think about what else we have in store for you, I'm sure you can see from the toys we have out the fun we're going to have this week!"

I heard her feet slapping back up the stone step and groaned into my gag, feeling myself wantonly sucking on the thick silicone in my mouth.

"What I had I let myself in for?" I thought, as my mind began to enter my first true experience of sub-space and my bound body was becoming aroused as I had never been before!