Fiction: Submission

m55uk4younger · 11-04-2021, 04:10 AM

"Are you totally sure you need and want this?" He asked as he stood holding the written contract, a pen and scalpel and he waited for an answer.

The young woman raised he head slowly to make eye contact, her nerves getting the better of her as she shook slightly.

"Yes Sir" she said clearly.

The woman took the contract, she had been allowed to read it several time, she signed it with the pen, then took the scalpel blade, slid it across her thumb and placed a blood stained thumb print onto the contract after her signature.

She handed the signed contract, pen and scalpel back to her now Sir and began to remove her clothing item by item handing each item to her Sir, item after item.

The last thing she handed her Sir was her panties, wet panties, very wet from her vaginal fluids that her body had produced in her highly aroused sexual state. She stood totally naked, her nipples were hard to the touch and she now felt her fluids running down her inner thighs, no panties to contain them any longer.

Her Sir now stepped closer to her, she could feel his warm breath on her face as he fastened a leather collar around her bare neck. She shivered slightly as her Sir ran his hands over her naked body, cupping each of her breasts and squeezing them hard. Then without warning her Sir spat in her face, a thick slimy gob rolled down her face and dripped on the floor as he uttered "Fucking dirty slut!" followed by her Sir sliding two off his fingers deep inside her dripping vagina. "What are you?" her Sir asked.

"A Fucking dirty slut" she replied slowly her head bowed. The fingers inside her made her more aroused and she hated her body for doing so, but her body was no longer hers, she had signed it over to her Sir. He decided if her body got pleasure or pain.

Sir removed his fingers and placed them by her mouth, "Clean them!" Sir ordered. The slut opened her mouth and sucked at his fingers as her vagina dripped more fluids down her inner thighs.

Her world went into darkness as her eyes were covered. She felt herself being led by the hand and pushed face first over something exposing her naked bottom to full view. Searing pain filled her brain and the smell of burning flesh filled her nose as a hot branding Iron was pushed into one for her buttocks causing her to expel all the air from her lungs in a deep scream.

The word OWNED now glowed red and angry on her buttock for all to see, then a deep throbbing pain started replacing the sudden sharp pain in her brain. She knew this would happen to her, it was all written into the contract that she had signed earlier.

Her Sir applied a sterile dressing to her burn, healing would take time but the word would take years to fade, if ever.

Still in darkness she was led from her bending position to a somewhere else, she heard a door slam shut with a bang. Slut stood waiting, listening as her body shivered with cold, she reached up and removed the blindfold.

Her eyes slowly began to work, she was in a small room with a bed, the bed had a pillow and duvet and a toilet was the only other item in the room, no window just a large solid door and the overhead light dazzled her eyes.

Her new life had begun, the contact lasted for a year before any review was allowed.

Fuck, she thought!

To be continued . . . . . . .

m55uk4younger · 11-05-2021, 04:24 AM

Fuck, fuck she thought.

It was nothing like her fantasy, nothing at all, being an owned sex slave, now with a searing burn on her arse for all to see. She lay on the bed on her belly, cold but even the weight of the duvet increased her pain.

Nobody knew, all my close friends thought I had taken a year out to go travelling, I had quit my job as they wished me well on my travels, then I signed this fucking contract for a whole year! My pussy was ruling my brain for sure.

Sleep was hard, the light filled the room, food, what food, as for water, she cupped her hand and flushed the toilet and drank, disgusting but better than thirst.

Time, she had no idea of time, did it matter, escape was futile, her only escape was sexual orgasm and that had deserted her, she had rubbed herself sore, yet nothing in return.

Submission and sexual slavery had seemed such a great idea when she answered a post online all those months ago, now reality was kicking in and it seemed very scary. Her arse hurt so much, it throbbed in constant pain, a pain that only would be healed in time. Time she had lots of!

The door opened and a tray of food was slid along the floor then the door banged shut again with a slam, a bowl of something gloopy, no spoon, so she eat using her fingers, then her world went into blackness.

She woke to find her nipples now in pain, pierced and connected by chains to her neck collar. worse still her access to any sexual pleasure was now covered in a locked metal contraption, a steel plate covering her vulva, she could piss and shit but nothing else, fuck she thought, fuck.

She counted the food trays as a way of marking time, so far nineteen, the fire in her buttock was decreasing and she could sleep with the duvet on her body. Her one luxury a soft toilet roll had been provided, she was so glad of that!

The tray count got to twenty six, was that twenty six days she thought, she had no concept of time. She washed herself using the water in the toilet, that being her only source of water. Solitude was the hardest part of her life now, she began to talk to herself and answer her own questions.

The door opened, a large screen TV was wheeled into the room and leads run under the door, before it slammed shut again. The TV burst into life, pornography filled the screen, a young woman about her age getting fucked in her mouth, cunt and arse, no sound but she could feel herself getting very moist as she watched and in a way she wanted the woman to be her, more so if the woman was allowed to reach sexual orgasm. Fuck, she thought, she could not even touch herself!

This was torture not pleasure watching and somebody knew this for sure.

To be continued . . . . . . . .

11-04-2021, 04:10 AM	#1
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Submission "Are you totally sure you need and want this?" He asked as he stood holding the written contract, a pen and scalpel and he waited for an answer. The young woman raised he head slowly to make eye contact, her nerves getting the better of her as she shook slightly. "Yes Sir" she said clearly. The woman took the contract, she had been allowed to read it several time, she signed it with the pen, then took the scalpel blade, slid it across her thumb and placed a blood stained thumb print onto the contract after her signature. She handed the signed contract, pen and scalpel back to her now Sir and began to remove her clothing item by item handing each item to her Sir, item after item. The last thing she handed her Sir was her panties, wet panties, very wet from her vaginal fluids that her body had produced in her highly aroused sexual state. She stood totally naked, her nipples were hard to the touch and she now felt her fluids running down her inner thighs, no panties to contain them any longer. Her Sir now stepped closer to her, she could feel his warm breath on her face as he fastened a leather collar around her bare neck. She shivered slightly as her Sir ran his hands over her naked body, cupping each of her breasts and squeezing them hard. Then without warning her Sir spat in her face, a thick slimy gob rolled down her face and dripped on the floor as he uttered "Fucking dirty slut!" followed by her Sir sliding two off his fingers deep inside her dripping vagina. "What are you?" her Sir asked. "A Fucking dirty slut" she replied slowly her head bowed. The fingers inside her made her more aroused and she hated her body for doing so, but her body was no longer hers, she had signed it over to her Sir. He decided if her body got pleasure or pain. Sir removed his fingers and placed them by her mouth, "Clean them!" Sir ordered. The slut opened her mouth and sucked at his fingers as her vagina dripped more fluids down her inner thighs. Her world went into darkness as her eyes were covered. She felt herself being led by the hand and pushed face first over something exposing her naked bottom to full view. Searing pain filled her brain and the smell of burning flesh filled her nose as a hot branding Iron was pushed into one for her buttocks causing her to expel all the air from her lungs in a deep scream. The word OWNED now glowed red and angry on her buttock for all to see, then a deep throbbing pain started replacing the sudden sharp pain in her brain. She knew this would happen to her, it was all written into the contract that she had signed earlier. Her Sir applied a sterile dressing to her burn, healing would take time but the word would take years to fade, if ever. Still in darkness she was led from her bending position to a somewhere else, she heard a door slam shut with a bang. Slut stood waiting, listening as her body shivered with cold, she reached up and removed the blindfold. Her eyes slowly began to work, she was in a small room with a bed, the bed had a pillow and duvet and a toilet was the only other item in the room, no window just a large solid door and the overhead light dazzled her eyes. Her new life had begun, the contact lasted for a year before any review was allowed. Fuck, she thought! To be continued . . . . . . .

11-05-2021, 04:24 AM	#2
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 956	Fuck, fuck she thought. It was nothing like her fantasy, nothing at all, being an owned sex slave, now with a searing burn on her arse for all to see. She lay on the bed on her belly, cold but even the weight of the duvet increased her pain. Nobody knew, all my close friends thought I had taken a year out to go travelling, I had quit my job as they wished me well on my travels, then I signed this fucking contract for a whole year! My pussy was ruling my brain for sure. Sleep was hard, the light filled the room, food, what food, as for water, she cupped her hand and flushed the toilet and drank, disgusting but better than thirst. Time, she had no idea of time, did it matter, escape was futile, her only escape was sexual orgasm and that had deserted her, she had rubbed herself sore, yet nothing in return. Submission and sexual slavery had seemed such a great idea when she answered a post online all those months ago, now reality was kicking in and it seemed very scary. Her arse hurt so much, it throbbed in constant pain, a pain that only would be healed in time. Time she had lots of! The door opened and a tray of food was slid along the floor then the door banged shut again with a slam, a bowl of something gloopy, no spoon, so she eat using her fingers, then her world went into blackness. She woke to find her nipples now in pain, pierced and connected by chains to her neck collar. worse still her access to any sexual pleasure was now covered in a locked metal contraption, a steel plate covering her vulva, she could piss and shit but nothing else, fuck she thought, fuck. She counted the food trays as a way of marking time, so far nineteen, the fire in her buttock was decreasing and she could sleep with the duvet on her body. Her one luxury a soft toilet roll had been provided, she was so glad of that! The tray count got to twenty six, was that twenty six days she thought, she had no concept of time. She washed herself using the water in the toilet, that being her only source of water. Solitude was the hardest part of her life now, she began to talk to herself and answer her own questions. The door opened, a large screen TV was wheeled into the room and leads run under the door, before it slammed shut again. The TV burst into life, pornography filled the screen, a young woman about her age getting fucked in her mouth, cunt and arse, no sound but she could feel herself getting very moist as she watched and in a way she wanted the woman to be her, more so if the woman was allowed to reach sexual orgasm. Fuck, she thought, she could not even touch herself! This was torture not pleasure watching and somebody knew this for sure. To be continued . . . . . . . .