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Of mice, men and submission (1)

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

“Don’t hide. No more hiding. Let us see your tits. Now.” I hesitated. I felt so vulnerable I could have cried. “Do it. Now. Or I’ll help you do it.” I lowered my arms. Slowly, feeling helpless. I stared at the floor. “Good girl. Nice tits you got. You should be proud of them, not hide. Undo your hair.” I undid my braid. My hair must have looked a mess. And then I pulled down my jeans, pushing my legs together as soon as that was done. “Take that pantie off,” Blondie said. And I did. And then I was standing there naked in front of them. Shame and fear were washing over me. But also something else. They both got up and closer to me. I was cornered again between them. Naked, naked, naked… my mind was racing. Blondie was behind me, examining the tattoo on my shoulder blade, brushing my hair aside to see it clearly. “I like it,” he said. “We’ll need to decide later on where we’re going to put your new one.” “I don’t want another one!” “You’ll find out. Maybe you’ll end up wanting it. Our sign on you. To show that you’re ours.” “I’m not yours!” I yelled. Freckles slapped my face. It hurt. It made me even angrier. He stared down into my eyes. “You are allowed to shut up. You’re allowed to disagree politely until you know better. You are allowed to use your password, either to get out or to get a break. You’re not allowed to show any lack of respect to any of us, have I made myself clear?” His voice was calm, but his eyes scared me. My cheek was on fire. I looked down. “Alright,” ... the other one said. “You’re very pretty, we’re going have fun. Your tits are nice and full, your skin is too dry and we might get you a better haircut, but your hair is nice. I like the tattoo as well. Now let me see your pussy – “ and with this, his hand went down to my pussy which I had tried to wriggle away from them, out of touch, out of reach. They wouldn’t let me get away with it. “Nice and smooth!” he stated. “Did you just shave or is this permanent job?” As I didn’t answer, he slapped my ass. “Laser removal. Permanent,” I said. “When and why did you get it done?” “For a boyfriend. Avoid the shaving. Two years ago.” His hand was still down there and was now moving lower, on the inside. Both my cheeks were burning, and not because of the slap. “Somebody is very wet here,” he stated. His fingers went on and on, pushing into the inside, adding to the mixture of fear, shame, confusion and the excitement I was feeling. I hated being there. And yet… as he went on fingerfucking me slowly, I knew I also loved it. He removed his fingers from my pussy and stuffed them into my mouth. I hated my own juices and had always done so. I shook my head and tried to get him to release me. He wouldn’t have it. Blocking my head against his shoulders, he forced his fingers into my mouth. Freckles stopped me from using my hands to push him away. “Part of the deal,” he said as he pushed my hands down. I felt tears shooting into my eyes. Not me, not myself, don’t make me do this. I can sleep with ...