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Of mice, men and submission (1)

Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Chasingshadows, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

decided. “Use the word!” another voice said. I shut up. I didn’t want to use it. I really didn’t want to. Uncomfortable, comfortable, known bounds around my wrists and ankles, it made me feel good. It made me feel safe. I didn’t want it to stop. I didn't want to stop fighting, but it didn't want it to stop. It had been so long since I had been led into safe submission. The gag was put back over my mouth. I kicked my feet in response. I received a hard slap on my bottom. "That’s exactly what Tom said you’d do. Don’t worry, we can take it. By the way, I’m David, and there are also Josh and Andrew. Nick is driving. I wonder though how much you can take. We’re quite prepared to take you on, are you prepared to give in to us?” I raised my head as much as I could and hit his hand with it. Better than nothing, even if it only made him laugh. “Tom said you were an angry fighter, now I know what he means. Listen, this is important. You can use your safe word any time. If you’re gagged, you can go like this ‘hmm, hmm, hmm’ three times; and we’ll listen to what you need. It's ok to use this if it gets too much or need anything, like going to the bathroom. You can also tap your feet to the ground twice and we'll listen and take care of you. I need you to nod to be sure you got that even though you're still angry.” I nodded. There was no point in messing up this part. And then I just lay there. Tied up, with very little space to move. Hands caressing my body, skin, hair, feeling up my ... tits or my ass. I wasn’t scared, but felt very nervous. Where were we going, what was next? After a long ride, the car stopped. There was nothing I could do. I heard the doors open, heard them say, “Well, we made it alright!” and then their hands sitting me up and undoing the ropes that held my legs. “If you try anything silly, we’ll tie them again and simply carry you, understand?” said one of them. I nodded. I felt exhausted and sore, and I knew it wouldn’t help. “Good girl,” I heard again. I hated being called a good girl. I didn’t know back then how often I was going to hear it. And how I would learn to rejoice when I would hear it. I was made to walk between them and guided. Then, we seemed to have arrived where they wanted to go. “I’m going to take off your blindfold. The light will hurt you at first. We’re in a bathroom, we’re going to untie you and you can take a shower and we will get you ready. No funny stuff. There are two of us, and only you; the door is looked and you don’t know where the key is. Better play along. If you don’t, you’ll pay for it.” And with this, they pulled off the blindfold and the gag for which I was extremely grateful. It was as they had said. Bathroom, a big shower, chairs, a massage table… the whole room was huge. Dark Guy wasn’t there; these were two of the other ones. One of them was busy undoing the ropes that held my hands. “There you are,” he finally said. “I love your wrists, they are so delicate. I’ll have the greatest time tying you ...