Prisoner of Submisson

My Own Cross

Upon arriving home Friday night I was very happily tired. My husband wanted to make love and I was more than willing, cumming again. It was so delicious feeling his warmth inside of me, such a different sensation than the dildo.

The next morning Karen called to ask if I wanted to go shopping with her on Monday as it is a company holiday. She also reminded me of the Industry Meeting at the end of the week for Thursday afternoon and all day Friday in Boston. After checking to make sure my husband would not mind to my ‘Monday shopping’, I agreed and began to fantasize about what my Mistress might have in store for her little Susie slut.

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I arrived at the Mall’s east entrance parking lot and found a space a little bit away so I could see when Karen drove in as I was a bit early. I had butterflies in my stomach thinking about seeing her again and hoping that sometime during the day she would take on the Mistress persona. I had decided to wear under my gray and brown wool car-coat, my tight light brown corduroy ‘jeans’ with a beige heavyweight ribbed turtleneck sweater. Underneath I wore black lace bikini briefs and a slightly padded matching lace bra giving me more of a B cup. The briefs were of a lace see-through pattern except for a solid fabric patch which happened to just cover my trimmed bush so giving the impression that I was shaved. The sweater was too opaque to show any hint of the color of the bra. I also had on a beige pair of ankle socks and a pair of one inch heel dark brown leather loafers with a matching over-the-shoulder small bag. I had the choker in my bag as she told me to bring it with me so this piqued my curiosity trying to determine what she might have in mind.

I rechecked my makeup to make sure I was not overly made-up and that I had used was still in good order. I particularly took time looking at the bright red lipstick on my lips as I wanted them to stand out for her. I had just looked away from the mirror when I saw her car arrive and I got out of mine, stood by the door and waved to get her attention. She saw me and was able to drive up and park beside my car’s driver side, where I was standing. Karen smiled and motioned for me to get in the passenger side of her car which I did after locking mine.

I slipped into the passenger seat of her car. Once I had closed the door, I turned to say hello but before I could she one hand behind my head directing my lips towards hers. Her other arm slipped around my waist and held me in a close embrace. Karen’s tongue inserted itself into my mouth as soon as our lips met. Mine reacted immediately by trying to encircle her tongue and my lips opened into an ‘O’ so that I could suck it for her. My body started to tremble and I felt my face flush as were outside but my soul yearned out for her and I could not break away. She fucked my mouth with her tongue ramming it down my throat, holding me in a deep embrace.

Finally she let me go and as fast as her tongue found the inside of my mouth was a quick as it left. I was left gasping for air. She smiled at me, and my discomfort, saying “Well my pet princess should now be ready for a good day of shopping.” I just merely nodded affirmatively and returned a flushed attempt at a smile.

We got out of the car and walked to the mall entrance. This mall was not normally the one that I would go to but then she was in charge of this trip. I followed along at her side having to walk a bit faster than normal to keep up with her. She was wearing a knee length black leather coat, blue jeans and a tight stretch long sleeve white blouse which tended to show off her gorgeous figure. She had wrapped her left arm through my right almost like a man would do and led me inside. I just meekly followed her lead most of the time with my eyes downcast. I felt self-conscious and so started to tremble ever so slightly.

Once in the mall as we walked forward some I began to feel a bit more at ease. I had convinced myself that no one would think anything other than we were close friends or relatives walking arm in arm. For men this would not be the case. We got to a major intersection in the mall and she came to a halt just near the middle of this intersection. Karen turned to me and said softly “Susie do you have underwear on?” I, looking a bit startled by the question here at this place, replied “Yes Mistress” but she waved away my using the salutation and quickly murmured that we would dispense with that while in the mall. I smiled at her for allowing that difference and I felt much more at ease now thinking this would not be a bad thing to here with her in public.

Mistress then looked at me directly and said softly “Susie take off all of your underclothes in the little girls room other there and bring them back to me if you would and put on the choker while you are there as you look so nice and becoming in it.” I became flustered immediately and began to stammer. She would have none of it and told me to desist. I tried to talk again and she placed her crooked index finger under my chin saying “Look at me Susie!” My eyes moved up so I could look at her eyes and once done she forcefully said “Do not make it worse pet princess so go now and do as I told you.” I just stared into the abyss of her eyes and finally whimpered “yes”, turning and walking to the girls’ room. I knew that the entire journey was being scrutinized by her. When I got to the entrance to the public bathroom I felt relieved.

I went into the bathroom and was immediately overpowered by that sanitary chemical smell. The room was well lit and there were three stalls against the wall across from the sink and counter area with a long mirror above them. The stall at the far end was occupied and I didn’t really want to be beside someone as I striped out of my underwear so I took the closest stall. Going in and closing the door behind made me realize that my feet would be visible as I did this for my stall was out near the center of the room and one side was exposed. I felt naughty and embarrassed for what I was going to do and this resulted in a tingly feeling in my loins. I knew if I stayed here too long I might be overcome and Karen would wonder what had happened.

I unzipped my pants and then took off my shoes pulling my pants down right after. I pulled my panties down to my thighs and then sat down and took them the rest of the way with my legs elevated so no one could see my feet. I quickly donned my pants again. I took the bra off without having to remove the sweater, at least feeling good about that. I then became flustered when I realized the bra had padding inside to make me a ‘real’ B cup. I thought of taking it out but then she said she wanted everything so I did not. Putting on my shoes I put the bra and panties into my bag and left the stall intending to depart the bathroom quickly. I realized I had forgotten to put on the choker and went over to the mirror making sure no one was staring at me. I put her brand around my neck and then left.

Walking back towards the intersection I did not see Karen immediately. This had me worried that I might have taken too long. I saw her then sitting on a bench in a common area. She saw me and motioned me to come over and sit beside her which I did. Leaning over she asked me for the items. I could not believe she would make me do this. I became flustered and highly agitated. A trembling seized me and my eyes could only focus on the floor in front of me. My pussy was damp and I felt warm.

Mistress moved over slightly more so her body touched mine and I knew she could feel my trembling. Leaning over, her lips near my ear, she softly says “My pet princess seems a bit flustered, all you need do Susie is take each item out and hand it to me, it can be folded up, and then I will put it in my purse for safekeeping.” I felt a little better with that explanation but it did not relieve the high level of agitation I felt throughout me. I found out she knew that as she continued “But now you are Susie-slut so by making you do this we both know you will feel mortified and wet all at the same time.” My face must have turned crimson and my field of visual focus became a dot on the floor as what she said began a period of self-realization for me.

I placed my bag on my lap; both feet planted firmly on the ground, opened it and removed the folded pair of worn panties in my downward facing palm. I moved my hand over to her lap and calmly took her time placing her bag there. When ready she took the panties from me and placed them in her bag and then proceeded to look at them and fondle them while in the bag. I felt both relieved and more agitated for at least no one could see what she was doing right now but at any moment they might. What would everyone think of me?

She told me how adorable they were with their see-through lace pattern. Mistress also marveled that they still held my warmth. My face felt hot and I put my hand through her arm, holding onto it to steady myself. I watched in fascination, my eyes following her hand but my face frozen downward, as the now balled black bikini panties were raised to under her nose where she inhaled them deeply. I could hear her let out a pleased sigh when she was done saying “My cute Susie does smell very sweet and here she dressed like a cute slut for me, how delicious.”

Mistress placed the panties back into her purse and held out her hand. I slowly, with some reluctance, reached inside my bag and pulled out the folded bra. I could see my hand shaking now as I brought it over to her hand where she took it from me. I brought my hand back and grasped it with the other trying to calm myself. As before she moved the item into her bag and then began to examine it. Leaning over she whispered to me “Even padding yourself for your Mistress, how sweet, but I think today I like you flat like a schoolgirl.” I felt a warm spasm in my loins turning into a smoldering fire as I pictured being her schoolgirl Susie slut. I shook visibly at the thought. Mistress responded to my reaction asking “So being a schoolgirl slut excites my doggy bitch?” I barely whimpered “yes.” Clasping my hands with hers she said “Good.”

She pulled me up by my hands and motioned the direction we would start walking. I could barely walk at first but she held onto the arm in hers to steady me. Finally after a few steps I felt much better and was able to walk without her assistance. My legs were still weak and I could feel how damp I had become.

We stopped first in racy intimate shop where she proceeded to buy me one each of white, black, beige and red colors a thong that was not much more than a glorified g string, a string bra that covered very little, a wide lacy garter belt, matching stockings and very tall slipper pumps. I was so embarrassed by the items she picked out that I could not get rid of the flushing that had long ago overcome my countenance.

Leaving that store we went to a Department Store into the women’s evening wear section. She picked out a beautiful black pantsuit where the jacket doubled at the blouse. The jacket was meant to be worn buttoned only to the bottom of the breastplate and thus would reveal the space between ones breasts. She had me try it on.

I went to the dressing room and took off my clothes. Now I was naked and I felt so ashamed. I quickly put on the new outfit. It fit me perfectly although the pants were cut tight. I wore it out to show her. She smiled very broadly on seeing the way it was open in the center. I was just mortified. She waved me to change back and I did so as fast as I could. Taking off the outfit I noticed that I was starting to leak some. I took a tissue and cleaned it up feeling a charge whip through my body upon my hand rubbing my slit to dry it. I put on my clothes not daring any further contact.

I brought the outfit out to her and she purchased that also saying it would do when we went out on the town. It seemed like I could go no more than a minute or so before she found a way to make me feel embarrassed and this had an immediate dirty reaction each time.

We left that store and were heading back to the way we entered the mall when she stopped and said she needed to pick up something for a neighbor for her daughter. She gave me the packages and said she would be right back. I waited and watched as she headed down a short corridor to the left and disappeared out of view. About 10 minutes later she returned carrying an outfit inside a solid white plastic covering bag like dry-cleaners use. She walked up to me smiling saying she had promised she would pick up the girls new uniform that had just arrived saving her friend the trip. I thought nothing of it as we walked out of the mall, oblivious to everything around me except for the floor in front of my walking feet, not even noticing a small dark wet patch on the front of my pants.

We got to her car and she motioned for me to get inside which I did. It was then I noticed my pants had a wet spot. Mistress noticed too and said “Slutty Susie should be more careful in the future.” She went on to say we would go to her house first and she would bring me back for my car later. I nodded agreement not knowing what else to do and so we drove off in her car.

Upon arriving at her house she had me carry the packages inside. Directing me to a back extra bedroom that was not used, even for guests, she had me unpack the items and put them away in the dresser and closet saying this would be my room when I stayed with her. Once I had completed she instructed me to undress and meet her in the living room as she left to change herself.

I took off all my clothes and went to put them on the dresser and saw a new item had been placed there. It was a black leather collar like the previous one I wore but this one had a silver plate on the front inscribed with ‘doggy bitch’. A note underneath the collar had “For Pet” written on it. I took off the choker and put on the collar in its place. I adjusted it so the words were centered in the front. My thighs squeezed tightly together as I read my name again.

I broke away from the mirror image of my sleazy self and went to the living room to wait. I could feel the cool air brush over my exposed skin causing goose-pimples to form. A few minutes later she appeared wearing a long silk robe. I could tell she had leather boots or half boots on. She smiled at me and remarked on how well the collar looked on me. This had me wanting to avert my eyes from her but I could not. She then directed me to follow her.

We went down to the lower level and through an entertainment room into the other half of the below ground floor. We entered a small hallway which had three doorways leading off of it, one to the left and two to the right. We took the first to the right. This room was exquisitely paneled inside with real wood panels. The floor was lushly carpeted in white pile. Around the room were various stylistic wooden cabinets and dressers except for in one corner where there was a large wooden cross in the shape of an X with various holes drilled in it. This cross was attached to each of the walls running out from that corner. On the floor in front of the cross were small wooden stands about 6 inches off the ground. She motioned me to come in and she closed the door behind me. She turned on some soft background instrumental music and made the indirect lighting softer.

She had me stand in the center of the room while she retrieved various leather cuffs and what looked like some kind of cuff belt. Taking each of my arms she put a cuff on both the elbow and wrist. Then she put one of each of my mid thighs and ankles. Finally she put the belt around my waist and fastened it. Retrieving some metal object with a short chain between different types of end connecting pieces she had me stand one foot each on the wooden stands in front of the cross facing outwards. I trembled at her continued touching as she bound me ever further.

Mistress proceeded to attach each cuff to one end of a metal piece and then put the other end through the closest hole in the cross and threaded something like a wing nut on the other side adjusting it until the chain tension was tight. She did this for every cuff and even the belt. I was now attached to the cross as her victim. She suddenly began pulling the stands from under my feet until they were free. I got frightened but found I was stuck in my lewd posture with all my limbs spread out making me fully accessible from the front. I was left to hang on the cross suspended in her bondage. My nipples were now hardened and I could feel the wetness inside my slit trying to escape.

Now standing before me she took off her robe. She was wearing a black leather bustier with garters holding up black fishnet stockings and thigh high black leather boots with stiletto heels. Mistress was not wearing panties so I could see her beautiful slit. She looked like an Amazon.

Her left hand reached out and her fingers ran along my slit causing me to shiver in delight. I gasped at her cool touch. Her index finger found its way inside and pushed past the entrance to my hole. I moaned. Taking her wet finger out, she held it up to my lips and looked at me. My tongue reached out and licked her finger clean.

Turning she went over to a dresser to the right and opened the top drawer. She took at two small metal devices and brought them over to me leaving the drawer open so signaling there was even more than this. She held one of the items up before me and told me it was an adjustable nipple clamp. I moved my arms involuntarily trying to escape and she giggled at the futility.

Putting the clamps in one hand she proceeded to massage my right nipple until it was very hard and erect which did not take long. Holding the nipple she placed the clamp over it and then proceeded to adjust the force before letting it clamp down. It hurt and I yelled out. Repeating herself she did the same for the other nipple. I tried to move away but she would not let me by holding my erect nipple tightly until the clamp was in place. The pain was excruciating. Tears started to come to the corners of my eyes.

Going back to the drawer she returned with what looked like metal clothes pins but were actually adjustable clamps like the nipple ones just bigger. Her hands reached down and grabbed hold of the right lip of my slit and quickly placed the clamp in place. I screamed in pain and surprise. She then did the other before I could fight her. I was now crying from the pain and now humiliation of being used this way. Her hands now started exploring my breasts and thighs, my body reacting to her menstruations.

She felt me for quite a period of time and so the pain was partially replaced with the pleasures of her touch. I was now dripping down my thighs and she said I was now ready. She went over to a different dresser and opened a larger drawer. Out of this she took the 9 inch strapon with harness she had just used recently. She put it on taking good care to get the inner part inserted correctly over her clit.

Walking up to me so our bodies touched she proceeded to lick my lips and face and kiss my neck. I could naught but moan in response. I felt one of her arms brush my body as it lowered itself in front of her. The next thing I felt was her cock pushing against my now open slit, the head now rapidly passing through my soaking hole and implanting itself inside me. By having me suspended a few inches off the floor she could now fuck me without bending her legs at all, thus just using her hips to push it in and out. It was so wonderful to be fucked by her while suspended in bondage. My body tried to meet her thrusts, my hips trying to grind against her, my pussy wrapping itself tightly around her cock.

She kept pushing it up and into me over and over again. I was moaning in pleasure which had now begun to fully overcome the feelings of pain. My juices were running down my thighs to my knees now. My tongue was reaching out to touch hers. My chest heaved under the heavy breathing.

Her bucking finally stopped when I began to spasm in preparation to cum. My pelvis continued to rock wanting to be filled. After removing the harness from her waist she placed the wooden blocks under my feet again and proceeded to quickly detach me from the cross. She had me step down from the boxes and get on my knees before her. She pulled up an armless chair and sat down before me legs spread. Her hands reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to her inviting pussy. I heard her say “Finger fuck yourself slut” and my fingers eagerly found their chore. Holding my head firmly she had me fuck her with my tongue. She moved my head back and forth like a body attached to my tongue the cock. I could hardly get a breath as she rammed my tongue into her wet cunt. I sucked eagerly when I could. My fingers were inserted into my hold grabbing my clit and squeezing it.

I wanted this experience to keep continuing but I felt the impending release. She must have already reached there for all of a sudden her hands reached down and released the nipple clamps all at once by pulling them off and tossing them aside. Her hands then quickly went again behind my head and drove my tongue deep inside of her, my face pressed squarely against her slit. Yelling at me “Cum NOW bitch” was all I then needed and I started to shake violently my fingers impaled inside me as I came with her. It was so wonderful.

When we were spent from our pleasure she had me clean up and get dressed to take back to the mall. I spent quite a bit of time in her parting embrace as I so adored her. She told me our next meeting out of the town the end of the week would be fun and I nodded knowingly with a bright smile on my face.