Prisoner of Submisson

Out And About

We were on our way to Washington for an industry meeting. As we were flying I was able to think back on my Monday shopping with Karen. Karen was a couple of rows away and I had a window seat so I could spend some time looking out the window daydreaming. At the end it seemed to be a whirlwind of activity but actually it took quite a while. My body could remember the pain of the breast and pussy clamps. The thought of them made my nipples harden beneath my bra. I felt a mild dampness inside of me as I remember the clamps squeezing on my pussy lips.

I distinctly remember when she pulled my face between her legs and used my tongue as her personal dildo. I knew I had pleased her as she came very violently ramming my rigid tongue in and out. My face was a mess afterwards covered in her sexual scent. The worst though was when Mistress needed to cum and she pulled the clamps off of my nipples. That hurt so much and it felt like I had been pinched hard enough to draw blood. My nipples were aflame and red once they were suddenly released. I now remember the inner turmoil and shame I felt as I enjoyed the combination of my deserved pain and humiliation with my sordid wanton pleasures. I could still intensely feel it even now as I reminisce.

The feeling inside me was one of desperation, yearning and joy all rolled together it is so hard to describe. The remembered pain of my nipples tells me of my shame at yearning to be her doggy slut and the exquisite fulfillment that comes from that dirty desire. I now know that I must be punished over and over so I will recognize my inner self and strive to please my Mistress no matter what she desires.

As I vividly remembered that excruciating pain radiate from my nipples I felt an intense stab of pleasure extend forth from my clitoris. I placed a magazine over my lap and pulled the table down so I could cover my lap. The person beside me was talking to the person on the aisle. Neither of them was looking towards me. I put one hand under the magazine and pushed down on my slightly open crotch fighting back a moan trying to escape from my throat. As I felt the pain I pushed harder and whimpered so no one could hear me. My whimpering became a recital of one whispered word over and over again “please.” My face turned down and away towards the window and my free palm covered my mouth as my body grew rigid and the flat of my other hand pushed hard onto my slit. I felt myself cum in the seat, my loins palpitating and I felt blissfulness inside. I savored the pleasure and then feel asleep until we landed.

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We had picked up our rental car once outside the terminal building and went to the Marriot in the park near the National Zoo. As we drove to the hotel Karen and I discussed the upcoming meeting and the position our firm was going to take on industry issues. Upon arriving at the hotel she parked the car, after much searching for a spot, and we checked in. Our rooms were on the same floor and adjoining as she arranged. Once in my room I began to unpack as there was only a short time before we were going to dinner. It would just be Karen and I for the meal as there were no client meetings until tomorrow early in the morning so we also could not stay out late either.

I had just finished hanging up my outfit for tomorrow. I had not brought any different outfit for tonight anticipating a working meal most likely preparing for tomorrow. I knew we might do something upon our return to the room later tonight, or at least I hoped so. As I closed the closet door I heard a rap on the connecting door for the adjoining room. It must be Karen I thought so I rushed over to open it. As I pulled it open there was Karen still dressed in her traveling clothes but she held some clothes in her hands with one inside a plastic garment protector. Smiling she handed me a pile of clothes with a pair of black stiletto heels on top, higher than I would wear, and the garment protector with its contents. All she said was “Be ready in 30 minutes Pet” as she turned and closed her door leaving me looking at the items.

I went back into my room and closed the door also. I put the clothes on the bed to look at them. There was a pair of the black thong panties she had bought when we were shopping along with the miniscule bra, black stockings and the matching garter belt. Inside the bag was the sensational pants outfit she had bought for me. A small bag was attached to the hangar of the garment bad and so I took it off and opened it. Inside was another black velvet choker except this one had a clear gemstone attached to the center. Also I found a tube of flashy red lipstick, black eyeliner and a matching set of gemstone earrings, part of a fine costume set no doubt. I put it all down and then took off my work clothes and went for a shower.

The shower was the thing I needed now. It gave me a feeling of relaxation without taking away from my excitement at Mistress dressing me as her date for the night. What was truly wonderful was the acceleration of tonight's rendezvous so that meant it would last a good period of time. I made sure I shaved all the proper places so that I would be as smooth as silk for her touch. Once having cleaned up I made sure how much time I had left. I proceeded to apply my makeup with her substitutions. The lipstick made me look sensual and erotic yet conservative.

Walking into the bedroom I pulled on the thong panties. Immediately the crotch piece found its way into my slit. I adjusted it so it would not do it. I pulled up the stockings after putting them on my feet and then placed the garter belt around my waist and snapped it into place. I did look so lovely in it. Attaching the stockings to the garter I then preened in front of the closet full length mirror. I did look cute like Mistress had remarked. I felt so happy and alive. I put on the bra and felt immediately naughty as it was so small. It barely covered my areoles. I proceeded to do a sexy dance like I was doing it for her. It was so much fun I decided I would do a dance for her amusement tonight.

I proceeded now to the outer wear. I took the outfit out of the bag and removed the pants. Pulling them on I marveled at the smoothness of the fabric against my skin. When they were completely on I modeled them also noting how nice they clung to my form but at the same time did not make me look too skinny. I felt very alluring at this moment. I now took the jacket which functioned as the only top. I put it on and started buttoning the front and then it hit me. This jacket did not button up very far, in fact only to the bottom of my breastbone. Having buttoned it I could clearly see the front of my slinky black bra right out in the open. It was not me at all. I felt a crushing wave of embarrassment run through me thinking about people looking at me this way. A fear now clung to me. I had to wear a different outfit but how.

I decided my best approach was just to ask Mistress politely and maybe she would see my predicament and relent. I went over to the connecting door, opening my side and then knocking on hers. I had to wait a few seconds but then the door opened and Karen was stunning. She had on a pair of tight black slacks and a form fitting turtleneck black sweater. She smiled at me as she saw the front of the bra visible through the front of the jacket opening. I blushed and stammered out “Mistress the strap is visible, can I please change into a different outfit as this one is too revealing?” Still smiling she replied “Well Susie it is your choice whether you want to wear the bra or not but you need to decide soon as we have five minutes before we leave.” With that she closed her door and left me there to decide for myself although this is not what I wanted to decide at all.

I closed the connecting door and just stood there trying to decide. Time kept passing by and I looked at my watch and saw I had only a minute to go. This was so mortifying for if I wore the bra I would look like a slut with the center part of the bra highly visible and if I didn't then my chest would be visible, and in turn my breasts if I leaned one way or the other. I decided the best was no bra and so I took it off. I made sure I had everything for dinner and my hair was ok. Looking at myself in the mirror again I thought I did look a little attractive like one of those skinny models although a bit too risqué. The other embarrassing thing that entered my mind was that everyone would get to see how close to flat-chested I was but I thought that as long as Mistress did not mind I should not. So I quickly got a pin from my small set of emergency sewing supplies and pinned the jacket lapels together just right below mid-chest so I would at least look a bit more modest. Right then I heard Mistress at the front door.

I went over and opened the door. The black outfit complimented her physique quite well, giving her an air of subtle authority. She scanned me slowly from head to toe and I could not help but cast my eyes downward under her dominant gaze. When she finished inspecting me she said “Pet take the pin out of the lapel.” I immediately pleaded with her saying “But Mistress I can't walk around like that.” Mistress looked at me and then reached out a hand and backed me into my room, closing the door behind her.

Once the door was closed her left hand struck my right cheek hard bringing tears instantly to my eyes and pain to my face. I cried out my hands reaching up to protect my face. Mistress forcefully said “Listen bitch you are mine and you never argue with your Mistress you got that slut?” I was stunned and could do naught but whimper. Her hand reached up again, ready to strike, and she yelled “Do you got that slut?” I blurted out “Yes Mistress your slut understands,” crying as I tried to speak in a normal tone but could not. My hands were covering my red and painful cheek. Mistress yelled again “Take it off you stupid cunt” and I complied although in a fumbling manner.

The jacket not stood open the way the designer intended and the middle of my nearly flat chest was visible. She chuckled at my reticence saying how wonderful I looked. Looking directly in my eyes as I had looked up at her smiling at the remark, she said “Now kiss my shoes to show your Mistress how sorry you are.” I could not break her penetrating gaze and so began to kneel before her. In a kneeling position I leaned my head down just above the top of her left shoe. I could see the glean and grain of the leather. My head reached out further and I planted a loving kiss on the top of the toe of the shoe. I felt all tingly inside. I then leaned to the left and did the same to her right shoe. Finished I knelt bowed over between her feet, my eyes closed.

Mistress commanded me to stand and I did so, eyes downcast. She then told me how she wished for me to present myself to her when standing. I was to lock my forearms in my hands behind my back. My legs were to be spread to the edge of my shoulders. My body was to be erect so that my chest and loins would stand out and be accessible to her. I was to look at her unless she said otherwise. This was important she said for me to realize the depth of the humiliation she would show me. I cringed at that yet my body reacted with a feeling of needles piercing me all over. I thought I would momentarily faint from the sweet sensation.

I was having trouble recognizing myself. In particular Mistress came over to me when I was in her intended position. Her hand reached down and palmed my crotch, squeezing, her fingers pushing into the rear of my slit. I gasped but my arms stayed locked together. I thought I would try to escape but instead my pelvis pushed out to give her better access. I knew my face flushed then and my eyes ried to avert hers. Her other hand shot up and gripped my chin in her fingers. Pointing my face towards hers, our eyes now locked, she smiled coyly and said “Look at you Susie, such a wet slut, don't you feel so ashamed of yourself, don't you want to hide.” Her words were likes knives that after the initial stabbing pain left behind pleasure instead of lingering distress. I could no longer fathom what I was.

My pelvis started to grind on her palm. I moaned more loudly. My tongue came out of my mouth and licked my lips. My nipples were hard and my heart was beating frantically. At that moment she withdrew her hand and said it was time for us to go once she retrieved something she forgot. My pelvis continued to rut slowly as I watched her leave. I heard her enter and then a couple of minutes later leave her room. I had continued to slowly grind the air between my legs. I heard her yell for me to come to her. It took me a moment to recover my composure and once I did, opening the door and seeing where she was, I had to jog to catch up to her down the hall.

We caught an elevator and made our way down to the lobby. She had a small overnight bag she was carrying in addition to her purse. Once we reached the lobby we went to find the garage elevator making our way to her car. Upon getting to the car she put the overnight bag on the back floor and motioned for me to get in the passenger side which I did. We then drove off to a very upscale restaurant in Georgetown.

Once we reached the restaurant she opted to park by herself. Upon turning off the car she turned to me and using her hand pulled my face close to hers so we could kiss, her tongue exploring my willing mouth. Her hand reached up inside my opening in the front of the jacket, feeling then twisting a nipple. My mouth opened wider upon her assault. I could feel the outer part of my slit becoming wet. My back arched, legs spreading wide to invite her, and then she breaks off the kiss and whispers “Later Pet.”

We enter the restaurant and get a wrap-around booth table. She looks for me to sit first and then she gets in the other side but moves close to me. It is dimly lit and so during the meal her hand would inevitably reach over at various times. Each time it would either squeeze or stroke my upper right thigh. Because the table height was a bit high she sometimes would insert her right hand into my jacket and feel my left breast and no one was the wiser although I constantly felt like they were all watching the slut enjoy herself. For each time Mistress would play with me I would have to stifle a moan and each time it was getting much harder. This constant game had me eventually leaking.

One time during the meal, after we had finished dinner and were awaiting dessert, I had to go the Ladies Room in order to prevent my slacks from getting too wet in the crotch. I excused myself and she accepted. Once inside I could see that it was empty and so I went inside the one stall and cleaned myself up. I even had to ball some tissue paper up and stuff it somewhat into my pussy to mop up the emerging juices. The little thong panties were now wet and so all I could do there was blot them some. Completing all I could I emerged from the stall as Mistress came in. She immediately took me in her arms and her tongue found its way into my awaiting mouth. A hand snaked inside my jacket cupping a breast, nipple hardening. A sigh escaped from my throat.

My body molded to hers. A dark desire was overcoming me. My breathing increased and became shallow. Then she stopped and told me to return to the table, smiling and blowing me a kiss. I returned to the table, my pulse still racing. A frustration began to take hold of me.

We finished our dessert and then left the restaurant. I now noticed that people were indeed looking at us and in particular me. Men seemed to be undressing me with their eyes, although that was not hard to do considering the outfit I was wearing. Women mostly looked at me with that ‘tsk, tsk' stare but sometimes there would be one who would smile and seem to lick her lips. In every case each of these would make me get even more mortified and so the flushing of my face and upper chest became even more red and pronounced. This in turn gave me an unusual countenance, with my upper chest between my breasts being flush with blood. All of this attention in turn made me wetter faster, it caused my clit to enlarge, my nipples to harden, a need to cum slowly but surely consuming me.

Finally we were outside the restaurant and I could catch my breath. She held my hand as we walked together, like two divas out on the town together, enjoying the world about them.

When we got to the car, I went to go around to my side but she held my hand and pulled me close to her. Looking into my eyes she said with a smile on her lips “Susie was not such a good girl earlier tonight and needs to try harder to please me don't you think so slut?” My eyes dropped down immediately as I stammered out “Yes Mistress.” She cupped my chin bringing my lips up to meet hers as she whispered “I am pleased Susie.” My heart melted inside me and a deep sigh escaped me.

Letting my chin go, leaving me on my toes kissing the air, she finally let go of my hand and said “Good Susie for tonight you will be Susie for me, get in the back and change into the clothes in the bag, we are going out for a bit.” I was dumbfounded for a moment, trying to understand what she just said, but then I gathered my wits and realized this was an opportunity to truly please her and I felt this compelling urge which made me get into the back seat of the car and open the bag. She stood outside looking away from me, giving me some privacy and hopefully acting as a lookout.

I now realized that earlier on when I had disobeyed her and used the pin is when she went back to her room to get this bag. I opened the bag to inspect its contents. My heart sunk at what I found. It was a high school girl's uniform for one of our local private schools. It consisted of a white cotton front button blouse and a dark green and red plaid wool skirt with a brown leather belt. There were a pair of knee high white socks and a pair of white tennis shoes. For underclothes there was the white set of what I was wearing in black now, a g-string like thong and almost a lace bra that almost wasn't. There was also a black leather collar that had ‘doggy bitch' imprinted on a silver plate attached to it. My heart sank and a drop of my wetness slide down the outer part of my slit.

She must have picked this up Monday when we were shopping I thought to myself. The size she obtained from our other shopping my mind continued. My hands began to take off my current set of clothes. I removed them all, folding them on the seat. The panties were wet so I put them aside for a moment. I took some Kleenex from my bag and wiped myself. I then put on the bra and panties first, followed by the knee socks. I now put on the blouse and buttoned it up so it looked prim and proper. Once on me, it became apparent it was a size too small. The blouse complimented me by showing the roundness of my breasts but also it showed how small they are, thus nurturing the image of a young teen Susie. The plaid skirt did not help at all as she had shortened it just like the young girls do to show off their young and nubile legs. I put on the sneakers and belt. Here I am, a middle aged married working mother of two dressed as a school girl slut, was all that entered my mind as I took the collar and placed it on my neck. A slight gasp emanated from my mouth and my loins were warm when I completed the buckling of it. I then got out of the car for her inspection.

I presented myself to her, legs slightly spread, and forearms locked in my hands behind my back, eyes downcast. She walked around me, complimenting me on how I looked for her, and how I pleased her. Her hand brushed my neck and my head tilted towards it as I purred for her. I stood before looking very much the school girl except for my age, but my body held the illusion quite well and my pussy recognized it by its continued reactions.

She had me then put my coat back on, which I was thankful it was calf length, and also the scarf I had brought. This acted to cover the collar as we drove around and I was very thankful for that and told her so.

As we drove she told me we would be going to a D/s Club called the Black Rose. Some of the sights, she said, would seem a bit outlandish and I was not to stare or say anything at all unless she told me to. She also said for me to stay with her always.

When we arrived we found a street parking no more than half a block away. We got out of the car and walked toward the club. I was glad for the scarf and long coat now. I had my arm wrapped through hers staying close at her side. We arrived at the club and went inside. She took my jacket and scarf in a dimly lit area where the coat room was located. I was also glad for that and the clerk did not seem to give notice to my decadent outfit at all.

She took hold of my arm and led me through another door. In this next room was the club which was a large dark paneled affair with a bar at one end and tables, chairs, booths and a dancing and DJ area at the other. There were quite a few people here already and the DJ was playing music with some people dancing. It was dimly lit though so I could not make out much and nor did I want to so I kept my eyes downward cast and let her lead me.

She took me up to an open space at the bar where she ordered us drinks. I got to look around some and saw a real mixed clientele. Some were in suits and skirts and others were in leather and denim. For those that I saw they looked well to do. I felt much more comfortable now, at least from worrying about violence, but now I seemed to worry even more about my outlandish garb and what they all would think about the schoolgirl slut.

Once she had our drinks she handed me mine and then started looking for a place to sit down. She spotted a booth where the people were looking to leave. Karen reached in her shoulder bag and took something silver out. I could not hear anything due to the loudness of the music at the moment. The next thing I notice is that her hand reached up and attached something to the front O ring on the collar. My eyes catch sight of a silver rope hanging down from my neck and then it occurs to me that she has brought a leash. With that she pulls the leash as we move towards the booth. I am totally mortified. My head sinks down on my chest and my shoulders hunch over. I can feel an intense flushness over my face and I feel lightheaded. My loins are now starting to ache and as they do, I feel even more ashamed of my condition and tears appear in the corner of my eyes.

We arrive at the table, her having to tug me along every once in a while. She has me sit on one side and scoot in. Mistress then follows after me so she is sitting right beside me, our bodies touching along the length. I feel her press her leg against mine and her right hand rests on my thigh at the hem of my short skirt which has ridden up further. I moan softly at her touches. She lays the leash on the table in front of me while it is still attached to my neck. Mistress is showing everyone that I am her doggy bitch. The thought of my predicament starts the cycle of wetness in my loins with a strong dampness forming.

I begin to squirm in the seat, rubbing my slit by pressing my legs together and rocking my pelvis slightly. Her hand moves up my thigh under the hem of the skirt. I moan louder and my breathing increases. Right then she pulls her hand away and says “Stop trying to cum my little schoolgirl, spread your legs some so you stop rubbing them together and making a spectacle of yourself.” I immediately stop the rubbing and open my legs slightly. The flushing gets hotter as my mind reacts to what she had said about her schoolgirl slut. I am shaking in the seat trying to get control of my body and emotions.

For quite a while we talk about the lifestyle and the people around us, her giving me insights of her experience. She orders drinks in a paced manner so we do not get too tipsy and nor are we sober. She is mindful that she still has to drive but makes sure I am taken care of. As we sit there and chat she continues to play with my body, and particularly my inner thighs, off and on, each time eliciting a deeper moan from me before she breaks off her attentions. I am now wet and the crotch of these lurid panties are soaked. I can feel that the back of the skirt is also now slightly wet but it is fortunate that this place is dark and my skirt is dark also.

Despite my bashfulness at the surroundings and my pleasure-filled shame at my attire, I seemed to have a good time being able to chat and have her play in public almost. I was becoming more comfortable with my situation as time passed and she must have sensed that. Mistress leaned over to me and said into my ear that maybe we should dance. I grew immediately fearful and both of my hands immediately balled up into fists and rested forcefully on my upper thighs as my legs drew together. Her hand rested on my forearm and stroked it getting me to relax. With her soft voice and ministrations, I was able to get rid of most of the tenseness.

Mistress picked up the leash in her hand saying “Get your purse.” The DJ had just put on some slow song and dimmed the lights further so that you could see people but not their details. I grew tense, one hand reaching for the purse and as the other reached up and grabbed the chain, my facial expression pleading with her as I voiced a silent “please.” She smiled and continued to pull the leash and I had to scoot around the booth to make it so I was not disobeying her in public. I had reached the edge of the booth and she continued to pull the leash upwards. I stood trembling, my hands reaching out to the booth furniture to steady my ascent. Mistress continued to pull my leash, watching me with her penetrating eyes, leading me onto the dance floor. Finally we reached a place out onto the floor where she stopped and pulled me right up to her. She then undid the leash and put it in her bag which she had brought with her. She held out her hand and took my purse from me and also put that into her bag and set it aside on the floor by her left foot.

Her arms reached around me as she cuddled me in. She began to move, softly swaying in a sensual slow dance. My body molded itself to hers, feeling her warmth. I tilted my head under her chin, resting the side of my face on her upper chest, my hand in hers feeling the pressure of the softness of her breasts.

Her right leg now moved between mine. Her right hand tracing down the back of my blouse until it reaches the top of my hip. The hand now reaches around my hip and pulls me closer to her, my crotch now making contact with her upper thigh between mine. I gasp slightly. She reaches down and kisses me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I whimper at the onslaught. My hips are being moved so that I rut against her thigh.

I take on some of the initiative myself, loosing my inhibitions in the electricity of the moment, rhythmically gyrating my pelvis over her thigh placing more and more pressure on the space between my legs. I let her tongue fuck my mouth while I feel her place my arms around her neck.

I now have more leverage and so begin to hump her thigh. Her hands reach down and undo the buttons of my blouse. They pull the blouse out from the waistband of my skirt. They open the blouse so it hangs free from my arms and then they reach in and feel for the lacey bra. Her hands move the bra over my breasts. Her fingers begin kneading them paying special attention to my hardened nipples. I begin to gasp for breath, my humping growing harder. Her lips reach down, head turning sideways to catch a nipple in her mouth, sucking it so all could see. I moan.

Her hands reach behind and pull me in close as I begin to loose my balance. She has me lean back in her arms, my pussy rubbing the slacks covering her thigh. Pushing down hard on her thigh I feel my wetness on my upper thighs. I know I am leaking my juices on her slacks but I cannot help myself. Her head leaves my nipples and she faces me. I hear her whisper to me “Cum.” My thighs lock around my Mistress's leg and I feel an incredible release throughout my body as I shake from head to toe. The song finishes with me holding on to her and her to me. I am whimpering, tears flowing down my cheeks, a tired smile of pleasure on my face.

I could not look up as she led me to get our coats, her arm around my shoulders to keep me up. Once we had retrieved them she put mine on me with the scarf and led me to her car, arm in arm. We got to the car and she helped me sit inside and then we drove away back to the hotel.