Prisoner of Submisson

Tuesday Before

Ah the sound of the traffic helicopter in the morning. The alarm had gone off and I got up and out of bed. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and put on my robe. Last night I wore a school t-shirt sized for my husband. When finished I went around to my husband’s side of the bed and kissed him on the cheek telling him it was time to rise. I then went and got the children up and when finished proceeded to the kitchen to ready breakfast. As I was walking down the hall to the kitchen I could feel pressure from my bladder wanting me to pee but I had other ideas today. Thinking of what I wanted to do made me feel warm inside and fantasizing about Karen watching me just enabled the wetness to come inside.

With the thought of Karen came a feeling of contentment but also a slight worry about yesterday late in the afternoon. I had gone to the ladies room and when I returned I found a Christmas present and card on my chair. The present was wrapped in gold patterned paper with a gold sparkly ribbon. Its small rectangular shape nearly overwhelmed by the bow itself. The card was in a plain white envelope that had ‘Sexy Sue’ written across the front. I opened the card and it was Holiday humor card showing a office party with one female in her bikini underwear. Inside the card said something about wishing good cheer and such to a co-worker and not to party too hard but what caught my eye was the request to have lunch together on Christmas Eve just below Karen’s signature. I let out a burst of air as I did not realize I was holding it in having read the request. My vision wandered and I must have caught sight of the monitor for then I got worried Karen would see that I was chatting online for I had found a way to avoid the company IT folks from snooping. I went over to the keyboard and was relieved to see that I had collapsed the window and even then when expanded it only showed the main chat entrance menu and not any particular chat room therein. I felt so much better like a burden had been lifted for a moment. I guess I was just really worried that she would see that I was chatting in the ‘Married But Looking’ and ‘Lesbian’ rooms. However I had only gotten to the main page after visiting the Library, as I liked to think of it, to see if any new stories were available. Karen was single but she knew I was married and I could not have rumors starting about me at work. I did not think Karen traded in gossip but really did not want her to know for then she might find out I had these lesbian submissive fantasies that were becoming somewhat perverted. No sign was visible that Karen had disturbed my PC and since nothing incriminating was showing now I felt so much better.

I then picked up the present and shook it slightly to discern what was inside. Nothing seemed to shift in weight so I opened it up. Inside was a certificate for a free dinner at a very fashionable and secluded restaurant a few miles away. I noticed it was good this year and all of next. What a nice gift from Karen. I definitely could use this with my husband who rarely was taking me out anymore without the children to inject some romance. I also thought of taking Karen to dinner and seducing her using my fantasy-conjured submissive charms. Thinking of her keyed the memory of the gift certificate to Netflix, the online blockbuster competitor, as I knew she liked very artsy types of movies which were normally never available at the local video rental stores. The final comforting thought of both being equal gifts happened to leave me as I entered the kitchen.

I got the breakfast ready as the rest of the family readied themselves for the day. I did not rut myself against the counter today as it might make me want to pee right then and I was trying to hold it in for my shower. I could feel the pressure increase while the sensations of wetness grew. It felt so exhilarating together. I then thought of yesterday afternoon after I had opened the presents. I sat down at my computer and then entered the ‘Married But Looking’ chat room as beachgal63. There were a few people there with names I recognized but no one I had chatted with before extensively. I had then moved over to ‘Lesbians’ and a conversation was started up by Amy whom I met before.

We did the normal chit-chat back and forth about the days events and then she just blurted out a question which threw me for a bit. She asked if had ever had cybersex. I answered I did not. Previously I had told her I had bi-sexual experiences back in college even though I had not but she did not seem to have caught me in the lie. She asked if I wanted to and I said yes but that I was at work. She said that was not really a problem and asked where I was sitting and what access was there to it. I told her I was in an office by myself and she thought that would work just fine and asked me to close the door which I did. She then told me to join her in a private room which she called SEX and I did so. This was my first time in a private room and I remarked on it to Amy who said no one else could see what we were typing to one another. She then asked what I wearing and I told her. She had me spend some time describing my lacey bra. I had enjoyed that as she kept chatting about how beautiful she imagined me. She had asked me to rub my fist in my crotch and I did so and if felt so wicked and good. Right then I got a call and so I had to end the chat with Amy as it was a end of year billing question and it was going to take some time to explain to the accountant.

I finished up the breakfast preparations and said Good Morning to each family member as they entered and then I went off to get my shower. Now I just had to burst with pee as I had started to drink a cup of coffee when I started making breakfast. Also I could feel a drop of wetness that had rolled down my thigh until reaching midway when I pulled my legs together which stopped it from rolling further but made my inner thighs wet over a larger area. This made me shiver all over while warmness spread from my lower body. I got to the bathroom and closed the door, quickly disrobing. I pulled the nightshirt over my head and caught a glimpse of my naked form in the mirror. I turned and looked closer being pleased by how I looked and thinking of myself as ‘Sexy Sue’ as Karen called me. I could see a glistening from one of my inner thighs and then thought of myself as ‘Sexy Slutty Sue’ and smiled to myself while running the palms of my hands over my breasts and down to between my legs. It felt so wonderful and full there. I got in the shower and turned on the water and put one hand under the spray to feel the temperature. The other hand went between my legs and I could feel a finger probing into my wet slit. I moaned slightly as it went inside and I adjusted the water to make it hotter. I then got under the shower and two fingers went inside. I spread my legs slightly wide and pushed the two fingers up and down in my pussy. My other hand clasped a breast and squeezed the nipple between my fingers. I kept saying to myself “Fuck me with your hand Karen, fuck your slut” and this made me ram the fingers in faster and harder. I felt like her bitch and I wanted to cum so badly. The fingers kept pushing in and the knuckles of my hand were impacting my lower pelvic bone harder and harder. I thought of her punching my pussy and that made me so hot that I started to cum and with that I peed. The pee ran all over my hand and down my legs as my fingers kept fucking me. I pinched as hard as I could my erect nipple and just kept thinking ‘SLUT’ over and over. I came with such passion that my legs were wobbly thereafter and I had to balance myself against the wall. My fingers stayed embedded in my leaking pussy and the warmness of my pee was felt up and down my legs. My body had spasms every so often as the waves of pleasure grew less intense. They finally subsided and I realized what a slut I was and grew a little ashamed but I remembered the joy that came with it. I finished my shower thoroughly washing my hands, legs and feet.

Upon turning off the water I felt thoroughly refreshed. I then towel dried off and then made sure my bush was nicely trimmed. I went into the bedroom and took out the clothes for the day. I had picked out a nice thickly knit mostly off-white sweater that was very form-fitting. With that I would wear a pair of brushed denim dark brown jeans that fit me like a glove. I had never worn these to work before but today would be a special day in that the Holidays were fast approaching so dress codes were relaxed somewhat. The jeans were tight enough that it became noticeable that my thighs did not come together near the top and so there was a space from my crotch to down about mid-thigh. I thought this gave me a very sexy look while also pressing against my crotch while I walked or sat a certain way. Underneath I decided to wear thigh high white stockings with a bust enhancing bra with no padding. Because the sweater is form fitting my breasts would be more than sufficient to give me that alluring look. I decided not to wear panties today in order to let the jean seam in the crotch to rub up against my slit. I wanted to be a naughty girl today. I made myself up in a good business-like fashion so on the outside I would look very prim and proper. This made it so much more exciting and my clit was already beginning to stir again. I finished up and then said my goodbyes while grabbing my things to leave. Getting in my car I thought of the fun I might have today and after starting the car, I put it in gear and drove away.

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On arriving at work I plugged my laptop into the base and proceeded to get organized at my desk. Once I was able to log onto the company network and read my mail I then decided to see if anyone was on the chat site this early. I sat forward in my chair and the jeans pulled into my slit as I thought earlier they might. This felt so good that I pulled forward some more. A feeling of pleasure started to forcibly emanate from my cunt. Yes now I thought of it as my cunt and even more I would be a cunt for a beautiful woman like Karen in my fantasy. I entered the ‘Married But Looking’ and was immediately PM’d by a man and so did not answer and put him on ignore. I looked over the females and prettybibabe, a new name in the room. I pulled up her profile and all it said was she was from Northern Virginia so somewhat close to me with my being in the Crofton, Maryland suburbs. I wrote a quick hi to the room and some responded back including the newbie. I thanked them all for responding and decided to strike up a chat with prettybibabe. Our chat started out harmlessly enough and I found out she was new to this site and chatting. We chatted on and on about nothing in particular although once and a while she would make some type of sexual innuendo. She asked me for a description and I gave it but not as lewdly oriented as I felt and then I asked for hers. She said she looked kind of average and was not that descriptive overall. She then turned the conversation to bi sex and asked me if I had experience. I said I did not and was just looking into it. I really do not know why I told her the truth but she seemed very honest and real. She said she liked domination and submission at times taking either role which she called a switch. She went on to point out that one could find out more and even experiment some at a site called www.bondage.com. We continued chatting some more but then she had to go to a meeting she said and left. I left the chat service and visited the site she recommended.

I got to the site and then entered as a guest. It really was overwhelming finding a site devoted to bondage, domination and submission. I wandered through the features and decided to create an account as it did not seem to cost anything. I named the account SexySue after Karen’s card. The number of questions asked about likes and dislikes was a bit intrusive so I did not fill it all the way out. I did setup a new account on yahoo under the identity SexySue4U and established both a messenger and email account under that name and used them here for contact information. I finally gained admission to the site and after verifying the email and messenger accounts I created a short profile just saying I was new to this and just looking around. I did use my zip code so I would be able to easily find others in my area.

I started searching for females within 50 miles of me that used this site recently and who were dominates just to satisfy my curiosity. I found a few but some were way too big for me and too old or young. I refined the search and a page full of names showed up in order of last appearance. I started to read the profiles top to bottom and found them so fascinating. Some had pictures of the Domme, as they are called, and they looked quite sexy and attractive. I particularly liked one dark haired woman who had on a black corset and was holding a cat ’o ’9 tails. She was a little fuller figured than I would like but her long wavy hair and perfect smile made me shiver with delight. My right hand which was resting on my lap moved over to the top of my crotch and pressed down sending a rush of pleasure through me. The seam was now firmly embedded in my slit so I could rub it up and down against the inner lips of my cunt. I imagined her holding the cat and threatening to lash me with it if I didn’t rub harder and make myself cum. On imagining that scene, I just abruptly came while pressing against my cunt. I shook for a moment and was dumbfounded that it occurred so quickly this time. I quickly looked out my office door but no one was there so no one saw me be such a slut. I could feel a sticky wetness on the inside of my pants rubbing against me. My gaze went down to my crotch to make sure nothing showed through and I was relieved that it nothing did. I could tell my face was flushed and nipples felt very sensitive. I decided to stop looking at the profiles even though there were a few more with pictures and a number with none that I had not read at all. I then logged off the site and went to the restroom to clean up some.

I entered the ladies room and noticed no one was there and so took the end empty stall against the wall. This way someone would not walk in front of me most likely as I did not want the same thing to occur that happened yesterday. I pulled down my jeans and sat on the seat. I reached down with my right hand and put two then three fingers inside of my wet cunt. They moved in easily and I started fucking myself. My other hand reached up under my sweater and started feelings my breasts through the bra. I could feel another orgasm coming on and I thought again of that woman lashing my ass with the cat and her calling me her cunt slut. I just felt so electric and I was humping my hand now and came. As I came my thighs squeezed my hand in place as if I wanted to suck it inside. It was so delightful. I felt so good after yet so wicked and naughty being a slut for a Domme, even a fantasy one. I finished up and then got cleaned up and went back to work.

A few hours later I decided to try out my new email account again found I had a message waiting. It was from the bondage site and said I had a new email waiting at the site for me from another person. I went to the site and logged it and found the message. It was from a MsK and the subject was just Hello. I looked at MsK’s profile and it said she was a Domme from New York. Her description was very similar to Karen’s and this made me rush through reading it to see how much more matched my desire. There was not much else there other than she was also married and wanted discretion. This would suite me well also. I then opened the message to read it. It read as follows:

“My dear sexysue,

I was very intrigued by your profile and you do seem to be very sexy! Your description is just what I have been looking for and I think you will make a very beautiful submissive. I see that you are very new to this and so thus maybe are desiring of training. I am also looking for a discrete encounter and maybe we can chat some and see where it leads. I will await your response.

MsK”

The note just floored me for a moment. Here was a beautiful Domme who would train me without fear of anyone really knowing what I was doing. I was still somewhat filled with trepidation of what the future may hold once I released my inner self from its bottle. My hands were now shaking for this would be a big step but then I considered I could just call it all off if I wanted with no one the wiser. I decided right then to respond. I wrote back the following in reply:

“MsK,

Thank you so much for writing me. I would like to chat with you and see where it leads. Besides my account here I have a yahoo account named SexySue4U for mail and chatting. Until later. Sexy Sue”

I then started reading her profile in more detail. In reading the activities she liked I became somewhat overwhelmed as she was very interested in spanking, lashing, caning and whipping. I wondered what they would feel like for real. I thought of being tied down and lashed across my breasts. This thought made me wince but also got me warm and wet inside. Right then I came to a decision that I would see where this would lead me.

About an hour later lunchtime started. I brought up my messenger account and there was a waiting confirmation for me to add MistressK to my contact list. The request just said MsK so I knew who it was. I thought about it a moment and then decided to proceed ahead and added her. She was not online at the moment thankfully as I do not know what I would do or say. Right then a window appeared announcing I had an email in my yahoo account. I activated the software to read it. The message was from MsK and she wrote she was glad I agreed to chat with her. She noted that I was new so she would take her time and not rush things. She ended by stating that I should address her as Mistress from now on as this was part of the training and that we should be chatting shortly. Just thinking of me calling her Mistress made me groan with anticipatory pleasure. I started rubbing my cunt again through my jeans and this made me hot. I logged off the site and went right then to the ladies room as I knew what I needed and I wanted it so badly.

Having played with my pussy again I felt relaxed and so continued doing work for most of the rest of the day. Near the end of the day I activated messenger and as it came up I noticed that Mistress was not online. I left it open and running and started to check my email. Just as I had entered the program a chat window appeared on my screen giving a Hello from Mistress who was online now. I just stared at it. After what seemed like a while another ‘Hello’ appeared with a question mark after it. I then typed in ‘Hi’ in response. I received back a ‘Hi Mistress! sue!’ I typed ‘Hi Mistress’ in response and my hands were noticeably shaking. My throat was now dry and I stared at the screen awaiting her words.

The next words that appeared shook me out me out of my catatonic like state.

‘Thank you sue, and how are you?’

‘Fine Mistress’ was my reply.

She then asked me to describe myself in more detail which I did including what I was wearing, and not wearing, today. She queried me about the lack of panties but I put it as it was more relaxing and sexual to dress that way. When she finished having me describe my outer form then she quickly did the same for herself. The description did come very close to matching Karen so this would be quite enjoyable I thought. She asked where I was at and I described my office to her. She then spent a bit of time chatting about the need for discretion which made me feel at ease. Mistress finally asked me why she should let me serve her. I was initially puzzled on how to respond but then it seemed to come to me and I wrote ‘because I will please you Mistress.’ She then asked ‘in everything sue?’ and I responded affirmatively not really sure what all I might be agreeing to do but at the time I was just so overcome with lustful desire thinking of pleasing Mistress Karen.

‘How many times have you cum today sue?’ I did not know what to answer. The question was so forthright that I knew I could not blow her off. I had to have an answer and I thought of all the times so far and the count was 3. To make matters worse one was while pissing on myself. I answered ‘Once Mistress.’ She then asked me when and where and I told her during my shower while having a fantasy about kissing and pleasing a beautiful dominating woman.

‘Will you please Me now sue?’ appeared on the screen. I typed ‘Yes Mistress’ to be followed by a request for me to find a marker which I did puzzling why. She then asked me to go the ladies room and put the marker in my pussy and come back. I was shocked and immediately afraid. I did not respond and was rewarded with the following question ‘did sue understand Mistress Yes or No?’ I typed ‘Yes’ in response to be followed by ‘Well are you going to fulfill My request?’ I typed ‘Yes Mistress” which was immediately met by ‘Go cunt!’ and then the MsK went off line.

On reading that last message I felt my legs turn to jelly and was not sure if I could stand. My right hand wrapped around the marker and it began to tremble. As I sat there thinking of what I should do I could feel my pussy begin to seep with warmth and my body moved forward of its own accord so the seam would run into my slit. A slight gasp escaped me. My body flushed all over with my nipples starting to become erect. I was becoming a prisoner of my body, of my submissiveness. I got up and went to the ladies room and breathed a sigh of relief that it was empty. I went in the last stall and pulled down my jeans. My slit was leaking wetness again. I squatted over the seat and took the marker in hand. I took some toilet paper and cleaned it off some and then put it up against my slit. I trembled in anticipation and I could feel wetness now leaking out of my cunt. I pushed the marker slowly inside feeling like such a slut. I finally got it all inserted and then pulled up my jeans. I left the stall and it felt so shockingly pleasurable to walk around with the marker inside. My pussy was now leaking as I could feel it on my upper thigh. The tightness of the jean kept the marker lodged except it kept moving it around which then hit against my clitoris off and on. I had to stop a moment to get my composure. After getting my body under control I went back to my office. As I was walking back I felt mortified thinking anyone looking could see the marker pushing down against the jean material in my crotch. However, luckily no one was walking around at the time, so I made it back to my office and typed a message to her saying I was back and done. I sat there and waited and could feel the marker really pressing inside me in an uncomfortable way but this made me even hotter so that I started slowly rocking on the chair so the marker would rub. A couple minutes later her icon went online and a message appeared stating ‘Very good sue.’ I felt a wave of relief and pleasure spread through me. The next message though took me a bit by surprise as it read ‘Is My slut’s cunt leaking?’ I responded ‘Yes Mistress’ and started trembling again. She then told me how beautiful a slut I was and gorgeous I probably looked in my distress. I had to agree I was in distress. We then chatted back and forth for a long while as she wanted to know how I came to this lifestyle. I told her the truth mostly but stayed away from the lurid parts as I knew what she would think. She would see me as a perverted and filthy slut and not worthy of her attention. It was just so embarrassing what I was now doing to myself yet I wanted more of it.

Finally after almost an hour of chatting she said we were done for the day and for me to take the marker out of my cunt. She wanted to know if I tasted myself since I told her I did not have a real bi-sexual experience yet. I told her I had not and did not desire to at all as it had no appeal whatsoever. She said that would change soon enough and we would chat again tomorrow. With that she went offline.

I sat there for a moment thinking about what she said. I told myself I would never do that. I decided then to think about that another time and instead go to the bathroom. I went in and there was another woman there but she did not look at me which was good since the marker was still pressing outward in such a disgusting display. I went into the end stall and pulled down my jeans. She left the room and now it was empty. With that I then held the end of the marker and started fucking myself with it. As I did this I rubbed the top of my slit with my other hand. My pelvis was gyrating with the motion as I just wanted to cum thinking of Mistress. I thought of her calling me her slut and I started to cum. I kept very quiet while cuming with the marker. I felt so exquisitely wonderful and thought maybe I might taste myself if she really wanted me to.