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First Submission


Carrie hesitated before knocking on the door. She had agreed to meet him
here, in this hotel room, to go
out to dinner and return for play, but now all her doubts and second
thoughts rose to the surface of her
mind, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. But if she turned back
now she would never know what she had
missed, and the need pulled at her with a strength she could not deny.
Her hand reached out, almost of its
own accord, and she rapped timidly against the panel.

They had reached each other through her personal ad on the net, and
corresponded through e-mail for quite
a while. She was a novice, with dark fantasies she'd never thought would
come true, and never dared to tell
another soul. He was an experienced initiate, who had patiently educated
her in the ways of dominance and
submission. After many messages back and forth, in which he had directed
her education and commanded
her to do a number of things, including several self-bondage adventures,
they had finally met. At that first
meeting, he had gently introduced her to bondage at his hands. Now,
though her pulse raced and she
trembled slightly, she was eager to experience it again.

"Come in." The voice of her Master, bidding her enter.

She entered, and shut the door behind her. She clasped her hands
together in front of her, and lowered her
head submissively, as he had taught her. She shyly looked up at him
through her lashes. "Your slave is
ready for your commands, Master", she said softly.

Her Master strode across the room, reached out and took her gently by the
shoulders. Pulling her to him, he
kissed her on the lips. She melted against him, lips parting to admit
his questing tongue. She moaned with
pleasure, briefly losing all sense of herself. Then he was gone, and she
blinked in surprise, finding him
standing a few feet away, watching her.

"Welcome, slave", he said. "Now strip, and assume Position Two. You
have one minute.

"But", she stammered, "I thought we were going out to dinner." Her
trembling began again.

"We are, slave. But we have a few things to do first. You now have
forty five seconds." He looked
pointedly at his watch.

Carrie, hands trembling, quickly began to take off her clothes. She
pulled them off hurriedly, and then
dropped to her knees. 'Position Two' she thought. She closed her eyes
and crossed her wrists behind her
back, lips parting slightly.

"Wider, slave. And you were too slow. You will be punished for that."
She heard him move around the
room. She thought of opening her eyes, just a crack, to see what he was
doing, but knew she didn't dare.

A blindfold was slipped on her. Then she felt the cold metal of
handcuffs on her wrists. The click as they
locked on sounded impossibly loud to her. Then something was shoved
roughly into her mouth and a strap
buckled tightly around her head. The penis gag, her tongue told her, the
thick latex dildo filling her mouth
and stifling any protest even before it could begin. Her heartbeat
thundered in her ears, and her mind reeled,
as she wondered what would come next...

To be continued...

Chapter 2.

Carrie was on her knees. Naked. Hands cuffed behind her back. A
blindfold kept her in darkness. The
big penis gag in her mouth kept her silent. She was totally at the mercy
of this man who was her Master.

"Stand, slave", said her Master.

She stood, and then felt his hand on her arm. He pulled her toward him,
then pulled her down, across his lap
-- he was sitting on the edge of the bed, she realized. Now she was
across his lap, and she knew what would
happen next.

SMACK!

She cried out involuntarily at the first slap of his hand on her
vulnerable behind, but the gag turned the cry to
a low, muffled grunt. "MMMPPHH!"

SMACK! SMACK!

He spanked her several times, and each time she cried out, but the gag
effectively silenced her. She lost
track of the number of times, but it probably wasn't many. Nonetheless,
her bottom was warm and stinging
when he stopped.

He pulled her to her feet, and led her a few steps from the bed -- but
her disorientation was complete, and
she had no idea where in the room she was. "Position Six, slave. The
table is right in front of you." He
guided her down to the table's surface, her bare breasts lying on the
cold tabletop. Then he began caressing
her body, rubbing her bottom, soothing it...hands tracing lightly over
her back, her thighs, spreading
them...running fingers through her hair, rubbing her arms. She moaned
and purred into the gag, like a
satisfied kitten. He began to kiss her as well, on her back and her
neck. Then she felt something cold at her
puckered rear hole -- his lubed finger, sliding its way in. She
stiffened.

"Mmmpp, nmmphh!" She tried to speak, to plead with him not to do that to
her, but the gag kept her voice
unintelligible. His finger probed in, lubing her rear passage well. His
other hand began to rub her pussy,
probing inward, and fingering her clit. She began to relax again. Then
his finger left her ass, and she
breathed a sigh of relief. Her respite was short-lived however, as she
felt something else suddenly at her
anus -- something that slowly, gently, but inexorably forced its way
inside.

She protested again -- she knew it had to be that butt-plug, and she
didn't want it -- but to no avail. "Quiet,
slave. This is your punishment. Get used to it, and you may actually
enjoy it." After the first few seconds, it
didn't hurt anymore -- but it was such an odd feeling, such a strange
fullness. She didn't think she'd ever get
used to it. She certainly wasn't going to forget it was there.

He pulled her to her feet again, and once more began to caress her, all
over, and kiss her neck and her
shoulders. His hands cupped her breasts, and pinched her nipples gently.
She moaned again, not sure
whether in pleasure or pain. As he held her, she felt so helpless, yet
so safe in his arms.

He turned her around, then released her. "On your knees, slave," he
said. "Position Two."

She carefully lowered herself -- not such an easy task, blindfolded and
with hands cuffed behind her -- but
she sensed his presence close beside her, and knew that he would not let
her fall. She assumed Position
Two, as best she could. Then he unbuckled the strap of her gag, and it
slid out of her mouth.

She worked her jaw a couple of times, and swallowed some saliva. When
she was ready to talk, she said
"Master, do I have to wear the plug?" She could feel it there, with
every movement.

"Yes, slave, it's part of your punishment. Don't question your Master's
wishes. Now, are you ready to taste
your Master's cock?"

"Yes, Master," she said, and opened her mouth wide. She felt the head of
his penis touch her cheek, and she
reached for it with her mouth -- but was stopped short, by her Master
holding her by the hair. He wouldn't
let her move her head, so she reached out with her tongue, managing to
touch the head of her Master's
penis. She licked it as best she could, and pulled against the grip on
her hair, trying to get her mouth on it.
After a few seconds of this, her Master pulled her head forward, at the
same time pushing his cock fully into
her mouth. The head pressed against the back of her throat, and she
gagged for a moment, but then began
to suck, moving her mouth up and down the shaft.

After a few minutes of this, Master pulled free of her mouth. "That's
enough for now, slave," he said. "We
have other things to do." Her blindfold was removed. She blinked
against the light, then looked up. Her
Master stood over her with a strip of black leather in his hands. It had
a buckle, and looked like some kind
of short belt -- or, she realized, a collar!

Master knelt down directly in front of her, so that his face was only a
few inches above hers. She met his
direct gaze shyly. He brought the collar to her neck, and buckled it on.
"Now, slave, you are mine, and that
collar will remind you of it -- and proclaim it to any who see it."

He stood, and motioned for her to rise. He stepped behind her and
removed the cuffs. Then he told her to
get dressed, and to use the bathroom if she needed to -- but to leave the
door open, and that if she removed
the plug, she had better put it back in.

She did as he told her. Her protests had no effect on him. He simply
said, "Slave, the plug is your
punishment, and, along with the collar, a reminder of your status.
During dinner, you will not forget you are
my slave, even in public. My belt is also a reminder for you." Her
Master was wearing a wide, black leather
belt. "If you disobey or make too much fuss during dinner, I may spank
you with this. If you are bad
enough, I just might take your panties down in the restaurant, and spank
you in front of everyone." She
gasped. 'He wouldn't really do that -- would he?' carrie thought.

After she was fully dressed, they went down in the elevator. As soon as
the elevator doors closed, her
Master grabbed her, kissed her hard and forced his tongue deep in her
mouth, as his hands grasped her
breast and reached under her skirt to stroke her pussy. Then the
elevator stopped, and he released her, but
put his arm around her waist possessively. An older couple got in, and
the elevator began to descend again.
Suddenly, his hand reached under her skirt from behind, and wiggled the
plug in her ass. She had to bite
back a squeal, and the old couple looked at her for a second, then
returned to their own conversation.

They reached his car without further incident. When she sat down in the
car, the plug was forced further
into her ass, causing her to squeal again. Once safely inside the car,
he produced another belt and the
handcuffs. He wrapped the belt about her thighs, just above the knees,
and buckled it tight. He then cuffed
her hands together, with the chain of the handcuffs around the belt, so
that her hands were held down at her
thighs. Then the seat belt went around her, making her bondage even more
secure.

"Now, slave carrie," he said, "I'll give you a choice. Which do you want
to wear on the drive to the
restaurant -- the ball-gag, or the blindfold? If you pick the right one,
you will wear it. If you pick the wrong
one, you will wear BOTH. So which do you choose, slave?"

Carrie thought for a second, then blurted out her choice. Her Master
smiled, and said "Wrong, slave." He
then quickly pushed the ball-gag between her lips, buckling it tightly
behind her, and the whole world
vanished as he added the blindfold. She shook her head and grunted,
trying to plead with him not to do this
to her. As He started the car, she could only wonder, 'How many traffic
lights are there between here and
the restaurant?'

To be continued...

Chapter 3

Carrie moaned into her gag. Her wrists were cuffed, and the cuffs
secured to the belt binding her thighs
together. The seat belt was buckled tightly around her, increasing her
helplessness. The blindfold hid the
world from her, but at least gave her the feeling that she was also
hidden from the world. Intellectually, she
knew that was not the case, but she was living in a world of feelings and
emotions now, not the rational
world she had been in before tonight.

They were driving. She knew that, but she knew nothing about where they
were or where they were going.
She only knew that she was totally at the mercy of this man, who had
taken her fantasies and made them her
life. He was in control, and she could do nothing but go along for the
ride.

The illusion of invisibility the blindfold had given her was dispelled at
the first traffic light, when she heard a
voice say "Hey, look at that!", and then whistles and a horn blowing, as
they sped away. She blushed from
her head to her toes, but she also felt the heat rising in her loins.
Tonight was a night when all her secret
fears and desires would come out to play.

As they drove, from time to time she felt a sudden touch -- at her
breast, or a stroke along the inside of her
thigh, a touch upon her cheek. They stopped at two more traffic lights,
and each time she held her breath,
certain that someone was going to see her, but she heard nothing but the
sound of her own heartbeat --
which sounded, to her, louder than anything she had ever heard.

And during the whole trip, her Master never said a word.

They reached their destination. The blindfold was removed, and the first
thing she saw was her Master,
gazing directly into her eyes, a slight smile on his face. He stroked
her cheek and smoothed her hair, and his
eyes never left her face. For her part, she could not have broken her
gaze from his eyes if her life had
depended upon it.

"You look beautiful gagged, slave carrie", he said, softly. "It brings
out your eyes." He looked away for a
moment; when he looked back, his face was stern. "When we are in the
restaurant, you will of course not
call me Master. I will call you carrie, but it will mean "slave"; you
will call me by name, respectfully, and
you will mean "Master". You will wear your collar and plug; they will
keep you from forgetting your
status." He unbuckled the seat belt, and removed her cuffs and the belt
around her thighs. Lastly he
removed her ball-gag. "And, slave," he said, patting his belt, "Do not
forget what I promised to do if you do
not behave yourself. Do you understand, slave?"

She swallowed. "Yes, Master," she said, submissively. Her lip trembled.
She could not believe she was
actually doing this. For a moment, she had the wild urge to flee. She
almost called it all off, right then, but
she knew that he would be displeased if she did that. And she so wanted
to please him.

They entered the restaurant, hand in hand, looking like any other couple.
She was sure that everyone could
see; that her status had to be as plain to them as it was to her. But no
one reacted...no one looked their way,
or stared, or pointed. A waitress seated them, and her Master ordered
them each a glass of wine.

Throughout dinner, she could not concentrate. The plug kept stirring
inside her with her every movement;
she was certain people were staring at her collar. In truth, the only
one who seemed to notice it at all was
the waitress. The buckle was hidden by her hair; it could appear to be a
simple choker. She thought the
waitress realized what it truly was, but she could not be sure.

She had two or three glasses of wine -- her Master kept having her glass
refilled. She was feeling the effects
when they left the restaurant. At least, she thought, she had managed to
avoid being spanked in the middle
of dinner.

In the car, her Master returned her to her former state -- bound, gagged,
and blindfolded. On the way back
to the hotel, he suddenly swore softly, and slowed the car, pulling over
and stopping. "The police", he said.

Carrie's heart skipped a beat. He had to be fooling her. She'd just die
if they were discovered. She was
almost sure that he was just toying with her, when she heard a voice that
was not her Master's say, "Good
evening. What's going on here?"

There following some rapid explaining, which required the removal of her
gag and blindfold. Her Master
showed the policeman his ID and hers. The policeman asked if that was
who she was, and if she was sure
she was all right. She assured the policeman that she was not being
kidnapped. Once the policeman was
sure everything was all right, her Master commanded her to ask the
policeman if he would like to put her
gag back in. Nervously, she did so, and the policeman smiled, took the
gag, and awkwardly put it into her
mouth and buckled it behind her head.

They reached the hotel without further incident. She was freed from her
bondage, and they went in, and got
into the elevator. Once alone in the elevator, her Master produced his
handcuffs. He quickly cuffed her
hands behind her back, and then kissed her tenderly. His hands began to
caress her breasts, her thighs, her
buttocks. She was pressed against the wall of the elevator by his body;
his tongue was probing deeply into
her mouth. Then the elevator stopped, before reaching their floor. Her
Master released her, but her hands
were still cuffed behind her! The doors opened, and in walked the same
elderly couple that had walked in on
them before -- getting in on the fifth floor, going up! Her Master rolled
his eyes, and carrie held her breath,
trying to keep her handcuffed wrists out of their view.

Fortunately, they never noticed. When the elevator reached their floor,
they got out, leaving the old couple
arguing in the elevator, headed back down to the lobby.

She was still handcuffed, as he led her to his room. Her heart was
pounding; any minute she expected
someone to step out of one of the rooms and see her. They reached his
door, and he opened it with his key.
Before leading her inside, he took her in his arms, and kissed her, then
whispered, "Dinner is over, slave.
Now comes dessert..."

To be continued...

Chapter 4

Her Master led carrie into the room. Her hands were still cuffed behind
her. She still wore her collar, and
she still had that butt-plug in her ass. The room was softly lit by a
single lamp. Her Master shut the door
behind her, after putting the "Do not disturb" sign on the knob, and
locked the door.

He removed the cuffs from her wrists. He told her to use the bathroom if
she needed to, and to be naked
when she emerged. She got a little respite from the plug for a few
minutes while she was in the bathroom,
but when she was done, she knew that she had to put it back in, or he
would be displeased.

She returned to the room, wearing only her collar. Her master stood in
the center of the room. He grasped
her shoulders, and turned her around gently. He then placed the ball gag
in her mouth, and buckled it in
tightly. "On the bed, slave carrie. Position Five," he said. She
obediently got on the bed, on her hands and
knees, and lowered her face and torso toward the bed, leaving her ass
sticking up in the air. She felt so
vulnerable and humiliated in this position. It was so lewd -- nothing a
good Catholic girl should ever be seen
doing.

He repositioned her knees, spreading them even further apart than she had
had them. She whimpered at this,
unsure of what he intended. He ignored her complaints, reaching forward
and grasping her arms, he pulled
them back between her knees. He cuffed her wrists together with his
steel handcuffs. He then took a cloth
tie, and tied it first to one of her ankles, then ran it through the
chain of her handcuffs, and then tied it tightly
about her other ankle. She was now in sort of a reverse hog-tie -- on
her knees, ass in the air, leaning
forward on her breasts, chin, and bound arms, wrists bound to her ankles.
Her arms were in front of her,
below her belly, cuffed together between her knees. She whimpered again.
Never in her life had she been in
a position this vulnerable. She could move, a little -- enough to wiggle
her ass in a lewd display.

He stood, and walked around her, admiring the view from all angles. She
followed him with her eyes, as
best she could from her position. "Now, slave," he said, "what should I
do with you." He circled her again.
"Anything I want to, I suppose. You certainly can't get away from me
now, can you? No, not much you
could do to stop me." He reached out, and began to slowly caress her.
"I could, for instance, spank you."
The caresses continued, slowly. "Or perhaps I could whip you with my
belt. Or with that new flogger I
bought." 'What flogger?' she thought. His hand reached her pussy, and
began to rub the outer lips. "Or I
could," as his fingers entered her, "FUCK this hot little slavegirl. As
long and as hard as I want. Would you
like that, slave?" She could only moan into her gag. His fingers were
moving around, playing with her clit.
Her breathing quickened. "Or perhaps," he said, as he touched the
butt-plug, pressing it a little further into
her, "I could fuck your ass. What do you say to that, slave?" She
grunted muffled protests into her gag.

"What's that, slave? I can't hear you. Was that, 'Please fuck my ass,
Master'?" He smiled. "Somehow I
doubt it. I don't think you're ready for that, slave. For now, I think
you need a spanking." His hands had
stopped playing with her pussy and asshole. Now he was gently rubbing
her butt with one hand. It felt so
good...

SMACK! "Mmmpphh!" She cried out into her gag, as he began to spank her
again. She began to struggle,
but he put his free arm around her waist and held her in place, as his
other hand relentlessly spanked her,
over and over. "You've been a naughty girl, slave. Bad little girls
deserve a spanking." She grunted and
yelped into her gag as he spanked her. A few times his hand struck the
base of the plug, bringing an extra-
loud cry from her. Finally he stopped, and began to rub her ass gently
again, soothing it.

"There, there, slave. It's all over. You did very well. Good girl."
He untied her ankles, and unlocked one
of her cuffs. He helped her to her feet. She began to rub her ass
cheeks -- they were a little sore -- and
made some nonsense noises behind her gag. She then felt his hands on her
arms again, as he stood behind
her. He held them firmly, and fastened the cuffs again, with her wrists
behind her back this time.

She grunted a protest, which he ignored. He took a belt, pulled her legs
together, and fastened it just above
her knees, cinching her thighs tightly together. Another cloth tie or
something went around her arms above
the elbows, drawing them tightly together. Then he put the blindfold on
her.

He turned her to face him, and then she felt the bite of a clothespin on
her right nipple. "Mmmpp!
Nnmmpp!" she grunted into her gag. Then the other clothespin went on her
left nipple, despite her
continuing protests. Then she felt hands at her throat, adjusting the
collar -- and then a click, as something
was fastened to it. A leash, she realized.

He pulled on the leash, and led her across the room. She had to take
short, mincing steps, careful to
maintain her balance, because of her bound legs. He grasped her by the
shoulders, and turned her, so that he
was behind her, holding her close to him. He began to caress her, her
shoulders, her arms...reaching around,
stroking her breasts, playing with the clothespins on her
nipples...kissing her shoulders, her neck...blowing in
her ear...a hand stealing down to play with her pussy...She could feel
his hardness pressing against her naked
behind, and his bare chest ('when did he take his shirt off', she
wondered) against her bound arms. She
began to use her cuffed hands to try to undo his jeans. He wiggled the
plug in her ass, making her squeal.
He resumed playing with her pussy with one hand, as she continued trying
to reach her goal, struggling with
the zipper. She gasped as he removed the clothespins from her nipples,
kissing her neck, and then he
reached up and removed her blindfold...

Her breathing stopped for an instant as she saw herself, in the mirror he
had positioned them directly in front
of. She saw herself as a bound and naked slavegirl, helpless in the
strong arms of her Master, gagged,
collared, flushed with her own lustful desires, her pussy wet, breasts
heaving, nipples hard and erect, back
arched, baring her neck for her Master's kiss, her hands still seeking
the hard cock that she so wanted her
Master to fuck her with...

To be continued...


Chapter 5

"Do you like what you see, carrie?" her Master asked. "You see yourself
as a naked slave-girl, helpless in
your Master's arms." He whispered softly into her ear, "You're such a
slut, you can't even wait for me to
fuck you; you're trying to get to my cock already. Such a naughty little
girl."

He took a step back from her, still holding her by the shoulders. "I
think that'll wait for a while. I have a
few more things planned for now." He reached down, and freed her legs.
Then he turned her, and unlocked
the cuffs, and freed her arms. Now she was free of everything, except
the gag, the leash and collar, and that
plug still in her ass.

She reached up to undo the gag, but he slapped her hand away. "A slave
never frees herself. That stays on
until I remove it." He unclipped the leash from her collar, and he sat
down on the bed. "Now, dance for me,
slave carrie. Show me how much you want me."

So she began to sway seductively before him, dancing for him as best she
could. She still wore the collar,
and the ball-gag. The butt-plug in her ass made its presence felt with
every movement. She swung her hips
back and forth, and wiggled her butt for him; she caressed her own body
with her hands, cupping her
breasts, running a hand through her hair, then a hand down to her crotch.


After a minute or so of this, he stood, and motioned her close to him.
"On your knees, bitch," he said. She
dropped to her knees, looking up at him submissively. "Now, get my cock
out of my pants and get me
ready."

Slave carrie reached out and finished pulling down the zipper of his
jeans, and then she freed his cock from
his pants. It was already hard as a rock. She stroked it with her
hands, and nuzzled it with her gagged lips
and her cheek. She looked up at him, as she stroked him, pleading with
him to let her do what they both
wanted.

He reached down and unbuckled the ball-gag. She paused only for a deep
breath and to work her jaw a
little, and then she wrapped her lips around his cock and got to work.
She moved her mouth up and down
the shaft, her tongue working the head. She felt his hands gripping her
head by the hair, and he began to
move his hips, fucking her mouth as she sucked him. She sucked harder,
and they began moving faster and
faster, their pulses quickening, her hands running up and down the backs
of his thighs, cupping his ass
cheeks, feeling the strong muscles there. Then he exploded into her
mouth, and she held him tightly, hands
on his ass, his hands still holding her by the back of her head and her
hair, as he shuddered and came.

He released her, and pulled out of her mouth. She licked her lips and
wiped her face, trying to catch her
breath. He let her rest for a moment, while he fastened his jeans again.
Then he picked up a gag, the penis-
gag this time, and approached her. He motioned her to her feet. She
rose, and looked up at his face. He
smiled, and then he took the penis-gag, and brought the thick latex dildo
to her lips. "Open your mouth,
slave," he said. She opened, and he slid the gag into her mouth, and
fastened it behind her head. "So you
can remember the feel of my cock in your mouth, slaveslut," he said.

He then showed her the blindfold, and put it on her. He left her
standing there a moment, blindfolded and
gagged, unbound but helpless, not knowing what was coming next. Then he
took her by the wrist, and led
her to the bed.

Shortly she was tied, spread-eagled, to the bed. She lay there, naked,
bound, gagged, and blindfolded.
Totally helpless, totally at the mercy of her Master. And that Master
proceeded to torment her.

For the next half hour or so, he teased and tormented carrie, as she lay,
bound and helpless on the bed. Each
time it was something different. Clothespins on her nipples. Tickling
her ribs. Gentle kisses on her breasts,
her stomach, her neck. Blowing into her ear. Swats of a ruler on the
soles of her feet. Strokes of an ice
cube, on her breasts, her armpits, her inner thighs, and the lips of her
pussy. A vibrator, on her nipples, her
clit, and once pressed against the butt-plug, so that the vibrations were
felt deep within her rectum.

Then gentle kisses and caresses. The clothespins removed, and his mouth,
sucking on her breasts, gently
nibbling on her nipples. His hand, at her pussy, fingers sliding in,
finding her clit. Then replaced, by his
mouth, his tongue. The whole time, she grew hotter and hotter, moaning
into her gag, sucking at it, pulling
helplessly at her bonds.

He was licking at her pussy now, sucking on her clit, playing with it
with his tongue. Her moans became
louder and louder, as she neared her climax. Then, his mouth was gone,
and an instant later, he entered her,
his cock thrusting in, in and out, her moans joined by his, as they both
got closer and closer, finally each
reaching their climax in their own way, at the same time, losing
themselves completely in their passion.

After a time, after they had relaxed, and some of their strength had
returned, he freed her, kissing her gently.
He removed everything, even her collar and the butt-plug. Then they
massaged each other, letting go of all
the built up tensions in their bodies.

After that, they cuddled together on the bed, in the dark, and talked
softly about the evening. As they began
to drift off to sleep, he told he that he had more planned for
tomorrow...


End of Story