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Of mice, men and submission (1)

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

down, doing full bondage, making you fly…” He stepped closer to face me. He still held my hand, looking at my wrist. He was a dark blond guy with a strong build. I saw a long red mark on my wrist. His finger drew along it. “If you learn not to struggle, there’ll be fewer marks. Accepting your bonds is part of this.” I really didn’t understand what he was talking about. I pulled my wrist out of his hand, feeling anger, shame and fear at the same time. I didn’t know where to look. He seemed to guess. “Don’t worry. You’ll learn.” “I don’t want to learn anything!” I almost yelled at him. “Then you’ll learn in spite of yourself. Now, here are the rules for right now. You better obey, or there will be consequences. No questions. You will be able to ask questions afterwards, not now. When we ask you something, you answer. Straight and to the point. No smart-assing, you get me? You have the choice every time. Either you do what we tell you to, or we’ll make you do it. Have I made myself clear?” I looked at him. I felt so angry again. Who did they think they were? And what the fuck was I doing here? I wasn’t able to resist the way he stared into me, my eyes. I lowered them. The other guy was standing behind me. He hadn’t said a word so far, but all of a sudden, he grabbed my braid and pulled my head towards him. “I haven’t heard your answer. Yes or no?” I struggled. “It’s easy. We ask, you answer. Understand? It’s a Yes or No question.” “Ok!” I finally let out, his hand hurt me. He ... let go of my hair. “That’s good enough for now. You’ll better learn soon.” I was angry and felt humiliated. They were so close to me. I tried to back away, but couldn’t. My mind was racing. Say the word and leave? “Alright, sweetheart. Undress.” I looked at the guy behind me who had given the order. Brown hair. Tall like the other one. Freckles. I like freckles. I don’t know why my mind would fix this kind of detail all of a sudden, but it did. He had freckles. Not too many of them, just a few, sprinkled over his face and cheeks. Green eyes. “You hear me. Get undressed. Or we will do it for you.” I took a deep breath. I didn’t want them to undress me. And that's what would happen if I refused. “Can I get some space?” I said, while pulling my sweatshirt over my head. My brother’s sweatshirt. Too big, too long. I felt comfortable when I wore it. I could hide inside it. Nobody noticed me in it. It almost hurt to take it off. I was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, an old green shirt. Both of them smiled, seemingly pleased. "Good girl. Remember, no questions, no requests. But you do get some space. Go ahead.” With this, they both pulled the chairs next to the wall closer and sat down, watching me closely. I pulled the shirt over my head. My black and sweaty sports-bra. I felt ashamed, hot, and uncomfortable. Their eyes were on me. Shame was washing over me. I had never liked my body. “Take off your bra,” Brown guy said. I did and then instinctively crossed my arms over my breasts. ...