Laura's Submission: The Whole Story

by Alex Carlsbad

  "I learned another lesson on the impermanence and transiency of things, master," Laura said her voice edgy and broken with sobs. "I had always considered my place of work, the classroom where I teach, to be beyond anything despicable or bad. I had always considered it to be a place of light and learning, but today I experienced its transformation into yet another example of a universe of darkness on account of your presence, master.”

  The silence that followed her indicated the consideration her master was giving her words. Finally, she felt him finish and slowly pull out.

  Immediately he placed a hard object where his cock had been before and slowly started pushing it forth.

  "You do have a way with words, slave," the man said as she felt him apply ever-increasing pressure on her butt as the awkward object forced its way past her sphincter. "You have earned yourself another commendation today and I will make sure I deliver it personally tonight in your own bed when I visit."

  She felt a gut-wrenching twisting motion and almost screamed but found the presence of mind to clamp her mouth shut with her hands stifling the scream at its source.

  “This here is Mister Carlson nuzzling his way up your tender derrière, sweet slave. You might be wondering why it is that he is so uncomfortable? Unlike the previous two anal expanders, this one is not only a bit longer and wider, but also shaped differently. Where the other ones were cylindrical in shape, this one is actually a rectangle around. Probably what you're feeling right now are its edges as they force themselves across your intestinal walls. The only circular part of this dildo is its flange that will accept your sphincter muscles thus locking the dildo in place. I will let you know when you will be allowed to take it out again."

  Once done, he walked over and picked up her panties from where she had dropped them and used them to unceremoniously wipe his cock clean from the unwanted materials it had picked up on its voyage through her nether passage.

  “Okay. I'll leave you to dress and clean up,” the man said. “Don't forget to tell the staff to clean the room for you. It is Friday after all and that should be enough time for the place to air out before Monday. I will wait for you in your Honda Civic. Don't worry, I have the keys,” he chuckled walking out of the oppressive atmosphere of the 2nd grade classroom.

  Cuming and Going

  Carter Garrett opened the door to the small car, seated himself and pulled out his cock that he started stroking leisurely as he patiently waited for the docile brunette. He stroked himself and the 9 inches of languid muscle slowly hardened into a 12 inch mast of angry flesh. He had to move the seat in the small car all the way to the back so he could fit in the confines of the Civic.

  Big in every way, Carter Garrett also counted himself among the ten richest people in the world. However, he took particular care that under no circumstance would his name happen to end up on some list of billionaires. He simply enjoyed the benefits anonymity had to offer too much.

  One such benefit was the freedom to act out any and all his darkest fantasies.

  He had big plans for cute Ms. Laura. For the first time in his entire career as a dominant, Carter Garrett was going to take a new girl-in-training as far as he was planning to lead the cute and impressionable Ms. Laura this weekend. Whether it was because of her innate charm, or his increased confidence, he wasn't sure but he was going to seriously push the bounds of where a young barely indoctrinated slave was expected to go.

  Finally the door opened and the flustered brunette seated herself in the driver seat by him. He could see she had a lot on her mind and appeared to be extra anxious. He put a possessive hand on her knee pulling back her skirt so that he could have access to the inside of her thigh. "I can feel that you put some perfume on. That is very good, I commend you on your choice, slave."

  Suddenly he dug his fingers into her thigh and then lifted his hand and brought it back onto the sensitive flesh with a loud smack. She yelped, and delighted he noticed tears form in her brown doe-like eyes.

  "Drive,” he ordered and as she put the car in gear slowly taking it out of the school parking lot, Carter luxuriated in the feel of her soft flesh as he moved his hand higher up her thigh.

  "You chose to leave your soiled panties in the trash?" He asked.

  She nodded a tight whimper escaping her throat. "Tears are okay but be careful that you can see the road. I will be really dismayed if you get us into an accident,” he said lifting his hand and smacking her thigh strongly. The angry red print of his hand was a good two inches closer to her nether lips that he was slowly but surely making his way to.

  "Thank you for taking me home tonight, slave." The dominant master said and after a few moments of silence, dug his hand viciously into her muscled leg. A scream split the silence of the car. "What happened to your manners, girl? I was just nice with you."

  "It is my pleasure, sir," she whimpered.

  “Sweet stupid slave," he slapped her again, this time she jumped and the car jerked as her leg danced on the pedals.

  "You need to learn to concentrate and maintain you cool regardless of the distractions around. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  “At the next stoplight, I want you to lift your skirt up and around your waist so that your butt rests naked on the seat.” He ordered.

  “Yes sir” she said this time eliciting a smile from her master. They drove a good couple of miles before his hand finally completed its journey all the way up to her labia that he deftly spread eliciting a groan from her. Laura blushed violently as he found her bud of pleasure that he then viciously attacked with a series of blistering motions gathering it up into a blur of speed eliciting deep guttural moans from the young woman as he frilled her clit.

  “I promised to let you cum tonight. This is your opportunity. I want you to gush and squirt when you do. Don't bother with messing up your interior. I will get you a new one later.”

  He smiled when he saw her bewildered look. “Yes, I do mean car, not just interior silly girl.” He suddenly accelerated his strokes, this time making her pelvis virtually flutter off the seat as she planted both feet firmly on the floor of the car as she desperately attempted to maintain a constant speed. Her bottom flitted up and down in spasming contortions at the incessant attention of her master's fingers.

  “Ugh,” she moaned as liquid started squirting between her legs and through his fingers sprinkling the dashboard in transparent streams.

  "There you go girl. I knew you were a squirter,” he said never slowing his rubbing until a good couple of minutes later when the vibrations of her body subsided and he finally let go of her clit. He wiped his fingers in her dressy sweater making sure to cop a forceful grope of her boobs that lay beneath.

  “Here, take your right hand and stroke my cock while you drive.” She immediately did as ordered and pulled over into the slow lane as she wrapped her right hand around the massive girth of her master's cock. He smiled when he saw her bite her lower lip as she slowly started pumping up and down.

  “Ask me about my wife, slave,” he saw her surprise at his order but she obeyed, "How did you and Mrs. Garrett – "

  “Call her Jillian, slave," he barked and her whole body trembled in response.

  "How did you and Jillian meet?"

  “Online,” he said spreading his legs wide and pulling down his trousers so that his prominent and big balls covered in gray hair materialized above the dark hem of his dress pants. “Massage my balls and make sure to frill my asshole with your middle finger,” he ordered and Laura immediately proceeded to do as told.

  "We met online, Jillian and me,” he said. “She's from Russia, you know. Anyway, she's a small-town girl and wanted out of the misery, or so she said. Personally, I think she was a closet submissive in search of a dominant daddy. I agreed to help her out and in return she agreed to have a child."

  Laura's pumping motion on his cock sped up. "A child, sir?"

  “Yes. She agreed to get pregnant and have my baby. Being as rich as I am, you fa
st come to realize the importance of diversifying your assets. Please make sure you wiggle in a finger and tickle my prostate until I cum. When I do cum, do not swallow or spit it out, Laura! You're not allowed under any circumstances to spit out your master's cum, ever, understood?”

  Carter enjoyed the deep redness that had again crept up Laura’s cheeks. “I want you to hold my seed in your mouth and keep it there until I give you permission to swallow. I want you to get used to the taste. From now on you will be having a lot of cum in your mouth. Every man's sperm tastes different, I am told. I want you to move my load around with your tongue.”

  She nodded again.

  They had barely arrived and parked when she felt him grab her long black hair and jerk her head into his lap. She remembered to continue massaging his balls with one hand as he lifted his ass so that she could wiggle a finger up his butt hole. She had never done that before and it felt terribly awkward. His cock had grown to an impossible size when she suddenly felt him explode in her mouth. He blasted her tongue with jet upon jet of hot cum.

  "Oh you're good," the man exclaimed and as she slid her lips down over the soft skin that covered the large head of his beautiful cock, Laura shuddered as she realized that she actually liked the way it tasted and smelled. Laura took as much of her master's cock into her mouth as she possibly could which wasn't much. With his cock touching the back of her throat there were at least another 9 inches left over.

  She wrapped her lips around the head and moved her hand that much quicker as she heard him gasp, "Oh yeah bitch, that's perfect!" Inexplicably the young teacher found herself enjoying the idea that she was now his bitch but she had a little time to dwell on the moment as soon her mouth was flooded with spasm upon spasm of her master's hot sperm. There was so much of it and she was so terrified that she might spill some, that she almost gagged at first.

  Fortunately she managed to control herself and continued to gather his cum as she masturbated him into her mouth. She kept doing that until he reached down and put one big palm on her hand holding her pumping fist across his girth still.

  She looked up at his face through the tears in her eyes and saw him smile down as he said, "That was actually very good, Laura. Thank you!" She felt his cock begin to slowly grow soft. "Gently slide your lips off and sit up now." Laura carefully slid her lips off his cock and felt a measure of gratification as he shuddered when her mouth came away.

  She sat up and for the first time in her life actually took a moment to truly experience the taste of a mouthful of cum. She felt wet and excited like never before. Her master had just filled her mouth with a prodigious amount of his sperm. Laura forced herself to concentrate as she began to savor its taste. Surprisingly she found it not at all unpleasant. Perhaps a bit thick in consistency, its aroma was complex and nicely complemented the musky scent of her master's crotch.

  Her master shifted around so that now he was leaning against the door as he gently reached and pulled up her dress shirt so that he could play with her naked breasts while she learned to enjoy the taste of his cum.

  Finally he ordered her, "Okay slave, swallow."

  Laura shivered her brow furrowed in concentration and obeyed. She had to swallow more than a couple of times to get the thick substance all down. Then she ran her tongue around her mouth making sure that none was left. Her master watched her for a few more moments before asking, "How did you like it?"

  She arched her eyebrows in concentration not sure if her man was asking about the blow job or the taste of his cum. "The taste is very complex. The thickness of the consistency goes a long way to hide the underlying musk of your essence, master. I don't think I have experienced anything like it before." Her master smiled and nodded.

  Laura found she deeply enjoyed his encouragement. "It tasted almost sweet with a hint of sudden sharpness.” Laura said lowering her eyes timidly unsure if she hadn’t been too candid.

  Carter reached over and gently caressed her cheek, "I have never had my cum be described that way.”

  Finally he released her breast and indicated her to try and arrange herself so that they could leave the car and go to her place.

  Once inside, he barked an order and she immediately undid her skirt sliding it to the ground where it was soon followed by all her clothes. In moments she was completely naked except for her leather collar.

  “When we're alone from now on, you are always to be naked in my presence. Also, unless I have you doing something else, I want you to either kneel at my feet with your head bowed in submission looking at the floor and thinking how to better please me, or you may cuddle up in my lap. Make sure that I have easy access to your lower body, tits or mouth. Whatever your position, I do not want to ever see you watching TV or otherwise distracting yourself. In my presence you are only allowed to dwell on your existence as my sub. You may quietly hum your mantra to help yourself stay concentrated on the task.”

  He waited patiently until he saw in her eyes that she understood.

  “Do you have anything to eat?” He asked after a while.

  “Pizza,” she said.

  “Very well. Warm it up and bring me a beer if you have any. If not, give me a glass of wine,” he said.

  Laura’s First Proper Spanking

  They ate in silence while he watched TV and she crouched on the floor by his feet. He allowed her to finish off the pizza leftovers and even poured her a glass of red wine that he handed her himself. Careful to avoid getting caught up in whatever was playing on the screen, Laura's mind drifted and she started wondering if there would ever come a day when her master would allow her to remove her collar. She shuddered at the thought of what it would take. Would she ever be able to actually bear his child? She had even looked the meaning of the word up late one night and found that the cilice was an ancient device for self-mortification. It was usually placed around the thigh of the wearer and kept unseen from the world. It's only function was to keep its owner's thoughts on the straight and narrow.

  Laura almost screamed when the ding-ding chime of her phone alarm beeped from her purse. She had lost track of time and found herself cuddling her master's knee as if it were her mast in a troubled ocean.

  "Do you have to go?"

  "I can do my submissions here, sir," she replied. Carter Garrett smiled appreciating the speed with which Laura Hancock was taking to her new life of submission.

  "I know that you can, and you will, slave. That is not what I’m asking. I was curious, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Garrett Carter pointed at the beer bottle lying empty by the TV remote.

  Now that he had mentioned it, Laura realized that her bladder was quite full indeed and aching to be released.

  "From now on you are not permitted to use any of the toilets in your house or any other commodes, for that matter. They’re too good for a slave like you." Carter Garrett enjoyed the look on Laura's face when the consternation of his order set in. She looked at him, mouth agape in complete disbelief. All that Laura saw in his stern wolfish face was utter and complete disdain. "From now on you are only permitted to use the outdoors when you have to relieve yourself. This ban is only in effect when you're in my presence. If you are at work, or out with friends, of course you may do as everybody else. So now, again, I'm asking you – do you need to go?"

  "Yes, master," she whispered, her voice meek and docile.

  She was shivering like a leaf. Mr. Garrett didn't seem to mind the frigid temperature of her apartment. It was more than a couple of hours since he had turned down the thermostat. She groaned when she thought of how much colder it would be outside, never mind the danger of actually happening upon some random person she knew.

  "Please, sir, I cannot possibly –" she stopped herself when her master suddenly stood up and walked over to the dining room where he stood by her dinner table.

  "I simply cannot tolerate your insubordination. Not one bit. Come and lay your belly across the table. It is time for your first proper spanking. Go on, assume the positi
on."

  He waited patiently until Laura who had started sobbing uncontrollably walked over and first picked up the dinner plates and knives moving them to the side before gingerly laying herself down across the cold glass surface of her inexpensive table. She heard him walk over and moaned loudly when he roughly kicked at her ankles positioning them so that her legs were spread out at an obscene angle behind her body at the edge of the table where her butt hung precariously.

  "This is the first time I shall not use restraints on a new girl," she felt him grab hold of her wrist that he tightly squeezed arranging her hands so that she was now spread like a starfish. "You can scream if you want to, but remember to stay in position."

  She heard him unbuttoning his shirt sleeves. "Hold still," he told her caressing her oval cheeks in slow loving motions.

  "Do you have anything to say before I start?" He asked her.

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Garrett," she told him, her tone repentant and halting.

  Smack! came down the first slap with such violent force that she almost fell off the table.

  “If you do not count them out, I will simply keep going until you faint,” he said. “Either that or until you tell me your safe word.”

  “Resume your position, slave,” he ordered and she obeyed.

  Smack! came down the next slap making her cheeks quiver in pain as it slowly radiated across her body. "One, sir!" The slapping went on until tears started flowing freely down her cheeks and onto the carpet where a small puddle formed under the table.

  “Twenty! Sire,” she was hyperventilating and Carter knew she was mere seconds away from fainting.

  “Good. We're done for now. I want you to stand and thank me. Make sure you kiss me on the mouth and show sincerity,” he instructed. It took Laura the longest couple of minutes in her life to drag herself off the dinner table and stand quivering before master. She hugged him tight and made sure that he could feel her as she rubbed all surfaces of her body against his expensive suit before she kissed him. She almost screamed when he slowly placed a hand on each of her bruised cheeks and slowly rubbed her bruised flesh.