Laura's Submission: The Whole Story

by Alex Carlsbad

  "No, sir," Laura replied in a husky whisper her eyes traveling down to her toes. A deep blush settled over her cream-and-peaches complexion. Mr. Garrett wondered if the redness went all the way to her chest or was only limited to her neck and face. He gently tugged on her hand stopping her so that she now faced him. Laura looked up at the wolfish grin of Carter as he towered more than a foot above her.

  “I see you blush when we talk about your butt and what I put there. I love the innocence that this indicates. Please tell me, when you normally blush, does the heat reach all the way down to your chest?”

  “I—, I’ve never given it any thought, Sir.”

  Why am I so docile with the asshole?

  “Lovely, I usually put off indoctrinating my submissives in the proper way to address me until later in their training. I see, however that you are instinctively taking to your inmate nature. Good girl,” he caressed her face with a slow, deliberate motion stroking her from temple to chin with two fingers. He then repeated the motion on the other side of her face.

  Her blush deepened.

  “Strip for me,” he calmly said his voice a gentle hum that she felt with her body rather than heard with her ears. “I want to check your skin on your chest. Just unbutton your sweater and drop it to the ground. Pull out your shirt from the hem of your skirt and unbutton the front.”

  Laura Begins Her Transformation

  He waited patiently as she eventually did exactly as ordered and slowly, with extreme deliberation, followed through on his instructions.

  Carter looked on as Laura finally unbuttoned the last button of her modest white shirt revealing her simple cream-colored bra to his hungry stare.

  “Reach behind and unclasp this ugly excuse for a bra. I will punish you for choosing to wear something so ugly tonight. From now on, I do not want you to wear any bra in my presence. Even if you happen to see me coming to pick up Billy from school, I expect you to take a minute in the restroom and take off any bra you might be wearing that particular day. My personal suggestion is that you avoid the undergarment altogether. Your boobs are firm enough to not need it anyway. If you feel embarrassed that someone might notice your tits flopping under your shirt, take it as but a small step on the journey you have commenced. Understood?”

  “Yes—,” Laura replied and Mr Garrett noticed with delight the first tears form in her eyes. Decades of experience had taught him the importance of tears when a woman was learning to submit. They were the clearest indicator of progress.

  “Drop the bra to the floor by your feet.” Now Laura was standing seminude in her gray skirt from work and black leather boots on half-inch heals. She was still wearing her white shirt but now that it was opened in front, it was in fact even more revealing in a demeaning kind of way than if she had simply taken it off too.

  “I love your silver crucifix that so erotically points at your cleavage. It will be the last item from your previous life that I destroy.” Carter gently caressed her flaming chest allowing his fingers to linger around her crucifix without touching it.

  “Yes, for your information, your blush travels all the way down your neck, to your chest, your boobs and even your abdomen, almost all the way to your navel. Exquisite!” He accompanied his words with a gentle brush as he passed his long fingers along the beautiful skin of the woman as she humiliated herself for him. He deliberately ignored playing with her beautiful breasts making mental notes for the near future.

  Perhaps the most important key to the proper training of a submissive was patience. It was all about mind games and as such being a dom master required preternatural knowledge of human nature. Carter Garrett knew that he was usually aware of a trainee’s next thoughts well before they crossed her own mind.

  The poor girls never stood a chance with him. Having taken the first step on her voyage of surrender and subjugation, he had no doubt he would guide and challenge a submissive all the way to where he wanted her to go.

  In the case of the cute little teacher here, Mr Garrett suspected the destination was going to be very remote indeed from her point of departure.

  Poor Laura.

  "Tell me and about your weekend, Laura and please look me in the eyes when you do," Carter gently ordered her. “It must have been very uncomfortable going about your weekend holding a large piss enema up your butt which was itself capped by a diamond-studded anal plug.”

  Even though still mostly clothed in her business attire that she had worn at school that day, the young Ms. Hancock was exuding such powerful vibes of sexual frustration and fragility that he could almost breathe in the energy emanating from her shivering form.

  Carter lived for moments such as these. At sixty-three he had conquered the heights of his profession and more than tripled the billions that he had inherited from his parents. Through meticulous trial and error Carter Garrett had come to the conclusion that the only thing that made life worth living for him was the ability to break down and demolish the personalities of young, beautiful and impressionable women such as Laura Hancock.

  However, it was their journey from the depths of depression and solitude that was the real spice of it all. It started at the precise moment of abject surrender to his domination, when a woman gave up herself to the total control of her master.

  This moment was far away in the future for Laura, Carter knew. But her journey had already started.

  Seeing a woman lose her old prudish self and transform into a vapid sexual creature of pure lust and desire was better than sex, food, water or even air, for the vampire of sadism that was Carter Garrett.

  He sometimes wondered if he actually didn’t feed on the energy that a woman’s genuine submission exuded.

  “It hurt, sir,” Laura started. “It still still does. I have cramps almost constantly. That first night when I went home, I barely got any sleep. Thank Goodness it was Friday night, so I could stay home Saturday and recover as best I could. I came so close to going to the commode and unplugging myself.”

  “But you didn’t.” Carter said.

  “No. I didn’t,” Laura replied.

  “I think you might have earned yourself a commendation. At the end of each session with me, sweetie, we will devote time to punishments and rewards,” her master added. He took the girl's forehead in his palm as if to soothe her but merely brushed her hair back so he could stare in her eyes. “You shall learn that the human body in general, and the female one in particular, is a very fine instrument indeed. In proper hands such as mine, I will play you not unlike a grand piano at a concert. Your training is merely the tuning required to bring out your true potential.”

  He saw in her eyes that she understood.

  “You might be surprised to learn that societies exist in the world where people such as me get together to perform on their instruments. I do wonder what music you shall make, sweetie. But we're getting too far ahead of ourselves here. Go on, tell me more, you didn't sleep the first evening. What else?” he inquired.

  “I haven't eaten very much the last three days,” Laura said meekly.

  “Was that because of the cramps from my piss?”

  “Yes,” she said still looking him straight in the eyes. A small hiccup of worry making her voice break but then she steeled her nerves and continued, “Once I got through that first night, I told myself that it would be a shame to surrender at that point, after having gone through so much pain to make it this far.”

  Silently Carter Garrett smiled to himself in the darkness of the room. This last statement indicated all by itself how right he had been in selecting Laura to be his next trainee. He was very pleased with Laura. She was an exemplary student.

  “Come,” Carter gently interlaced his hand in hers and guided her to the examination table.

  Laura Learns to Present

  “I have always found it best that no surprises compromise the purity of a relationship such as ours. A submissive ought to trust her master implicitly. Do not confuse that to mean that I'm a nice person. I
am not,” he smiled thinly. “Ask me what are my plans for you tonight?”

  “What are your plans for me sir?” Laura asked unable to suppress a whimper that crept into her shaky voice.

  “Tonight will be all about your future. If you do well, I will let you cum, not once but twice. You will learn that orgasms are better than currency in our relationship and I am the bank. If you behave, I shall enjoy providing you with an open credit every now and then.”

  “An important order of business will be to remove Albert and replace him with Benedict. You will find Benedict much easier on your sphincter as he is not quite as fat at the base as Albert. Unfortunately for you, however, Benedict is a good six inches long which would mean that he'll travel three times the distance in your butt. Once inserted, you are not to remove him until I say so. Understood?” He looked at her sternly and saw her nod her comprehension.

  “Also what we'll do is you'll climb the table here and I will drain the sewage from your ass onto the floor.” He caught her look of consternation as she scanned the clearly expensive thick Persian carpet at their feet. “Don't worry about the rug,” he said. “You shall eventually learn about transiency in life. The rug will be gone and replaced with an identical new one next time you are here. Yes, I can see you wonder how much that will cost me. Don't worry your mind about that but concentrate on your own plight, okay?”

  "I will leave you now for about an hour during which time I want you to take off all your clothes and prepare yourself to be collared. During the sixty minutes I am gone you are to stand straight and not lean on anything here. You are to wait for me patiently and dwell on your choice to become my submissive. When you hear me come back you are to remain as you were facing forward and stay silent unless granted permission to speak. From now on you are a new person, with no rights, with no will of your own. You will be a woman whose only value in life comes as a result of her master's appreciation for her."

  And just like that, he was gone! For an excruciating second of paralyzing terror Laura considered her options. Yet the voice of reason was drowned out by the submissive that was coming more and more into her own. She meekly took off her shirt and then slid the black boots from her feet. They were soon followed on the ground by her hose and panties. In less than a minute she was naked and realized how cold the air in the basement of her master's house was.

  "Very well, I see you are ready, sweetheart," Carter Garrett said as he returned to the basement room. She heard a disquieting jingle of some sort accompany his steps but dared not look back for fear of punishment.

  “Your submission requires a token of your commitment. In your case, it will be represented by a collar around your neck. At first, you will probably find it somewhat uncomfortable and perhaps even humiliating to wear in public, but with time you shall grow to appreciate its significance and value. Cherish every sensation, and worship every thought you have when you feel the collar first squeeze your neck. The memories of this moment will give you strength throughout the rest of your life. Most people you meet day to day will probably think the collar to be an odd piece of jewelry and you are not to dissuade them from their assumptions. With time and perseverance you might even earn the honor of trading the collar around your neck for a spiked belt around your thigh. It is called a cilice. But this will not happen until years from today. I usually offer that honor to the women who accept to bear my children. Yes I see by your look that you are surprised. Sweet Laura, you have so much to learn," he caressed her cheek almost tenderly. "Jillian, Billy's mother is one of many wives I have."

  His fingers tenderly swept up the free flowing hair from around her neck and gathered it up in a ponytail while he wrapped his other hand around her neck.

  He heard her sharp intake of breath and he noticed her shiver when he pressed his icy fingers along that place on her neck which would soon be covered forever. She felt his fingers as they licked out to touch her skin. A trail of goosebumps appeared in the wake of his grasp as his hand left her neck.

  “I love how sensitive and responsive you are to being handled,” he said.

  "This particular collar is a dog collar that I bought online at discount," he smiled an evil glint reflecting off his wolfish teeth. "I did this intentionally to illustrate to you the irony of how the most important item in your life from now on, is also the cheapest. I have had my expert craftsman in Europe retrofit the collar with a GPS device that transmits your location to me constantly. It gets the power it needs to do this from the energy radiating from your skin."

  "You may feel troubled that you shall have no privacy from me from now on. But recognize that this is only the first vestige of many from your old life that will eventually lose their meaning to you. Try and get accustomed as fast as you can to the notion that I will know everything about you, and your whereabouts."

  "Now, kneel on the floor by my feet. Face me the way you did when I made you warship my cock on Friday," he instructed Laura. "This time however, I want you to spread your knees as wide as possible to the side. Stand straight so that your butt rests on the heels of your feet. Your toes should be touching the carpet so that your soles are pointing upwards and available so I can spank your feet if I wish.” He waited patiently for Laura to assume the presenting position for the first time in her life.

  She looked marvelous and he felt his twelve inch cock stir in his pants as he admired the young woman go through her paces of submission for the very first time in her life. "Arch your back forward so that your boobs are prominently displayed and place your hands palm upwards on your knees. Good. Now look me straight in the eyes and gently part your lips. I want to see a hint of your white teeth without noticing the inside of your mouth. Concentrate on breathing through your nose in a steady manner. From now on you should remember this position. It is called the presenting position."

  "This shall be position number one in your repertoire. It provides me with access to many of the sensitive areas on your body. In the future I will sometimes punish you in that position and perhaps even reward you as well. I can access the soles of your feet, the palms of your hands, your boobs, your back, your belly and your butt easily with a cane. If I so choose, I can even use a long bullwhip on your back and thighs."

  "Now, I want you to repeat the following mantra. "Service is pleasure. Pleasure is submission. Submission is my life. My life is service." Please repeat it and do not stop until I tell you to do so."

  Her voice started off husky and almost in a whisper but gradually grew in strength and resolve, "Service is pleasure. Pleasure is submission. Submission is my life. My life is service." She kept at it while looking straight into his eyes. He was surprised at how easily she remembered the words of her mantra and was delighted to see two large tears roll down her cheeks dripping onto her pointed nipples from where they trickled down her abdomen into her navel.

  He left her alone in the semi dark basement of his house chanting to herself. He was careful to keep the microphones he had there turned on so that he could hear if for any reason she stopped her chant or broke her position on the floor.

  When he came back more than one hour later, he was gratified to find her presenting herself to the darkness of his basement still chanting: "Service is pleasure. Pleasure is submission. Submission is my life. My life is service. Service is pleasure…"

  He tapped her head like as if she was a dog, "Very well, sweetie. You are a very good girl." For the first time he noticed her face relax in the glow of his appreciation.

  "Repeat after me," he commanded. “I, Laura Hancock submit myself in body and spirit now and until the end of days to the wishes and domination of my master Carter Garrett." He saw her eyes grow large at the significance of his words but then meekly repeated them all the while looking straight at him.

  "I Laura Hancock submit myself in body and spirit now and until the end of days to the wishes and domination of my master Carter Garrett,” the naked woman said.

  He took the black leather dog collar lift
ed it up in the air above her head and said, "With this collar I enslave you to be mine in body and spirit until the end of days."

  A loud click reverberated through the eerie silence of the semi dark basement as the little buckle snapped into place.

  "I know it probably feels tight at first but both you and the leather will adjust in time. If you ever cut it or somehow remove it, I shall know immediately that our contract is void. I want you to acknowledge your understanding of this fact now."

  "I understand, master," she said.

  "I see in your eyes you wish to ask me a question. You have permission to speak. But be brief, I warn you,” he commanded.

  "What if my collar is too tight and I cannot breathe?" She quickly asked.

  "That's a stupid question, slave. Your collar is the perfect size for your neck. Your master has made sure of that.”

  "Now stand up and kiss me," he commanded her. "I want a nice open-mouth kiss during which you are to press your boobs and body into my chest rubbing yourself into me. I want to see you demonstrate how grateful you are to be taken into service."

  Laura is Unplugged

  Her kiss was deep and long. He luxuriated in in it enjoying his first and last kiss with the woman that used to be Laura Hancock and was about to become his ardent and submissive slave. He stood as immobile as a statue merely allowing her to warship his mouth with hers as best she could. He used this opportunity to take a measure of what her lovemaking skills at base level were.