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Of mice, men and submission (1)

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

No panties. “I don’t get panties?” I asked, in the slightest hope they had been forgotten or fallen out of the bundle. “No panties,” he answered. “Full access at all times.” I got dressed. Everything was my size; this had been planned in detail. The thought was scary. I hadn’t seen anything coming. Being dressed was good, but having no panties, being on “full access” as he called it, felt dangerous. Freckles brushed through my hair again. Then they made me look at myself in the mirror. I hardly recognized myself. My dark hair fell in long and soft curls over my back; the black dress was well cut and suited me, revealing the fullness of my breasts and my small midriff. It was short, and the black, stiletto heels went well with it. I looked – different. Sexy. Classy. Freckles powdered my face and then put some make-up on my eyes and lips, all very quickly and without hesitation. I looked at myself again. My eyes were now beautifully made-up and shone large and dark. My skin looked healthy and shiny. My mouth spelled sex through its lipstick. I had never yet seen myself like this. A good-looking, sexy woman, there was nothing grey about her. I looked on the floor, where I saw my grey sweatshirt in a corner. I wanted it so badly. Didn’t want it. Wanted it. “You should say thank you to Andrew,” said Blondie. “You look amazing.” His words almost made me burst on the inside. I was impressed by how I looked and felt very emotional all of a sudden. But I wasn’t going to say thank ... you to somebody who had “taken” me, as they called it and who had slapped and humiliated me. “It’s easy enough,” said Blondie. “And it’s an order. You’re expected to say, ‘Thank you, Master Andrew.’"I looked at him. I wasn’t going to do it. Even less now that he had added the ‘Master’. I wasn’t going to call anybody Master. Or so I thought. “You will learn to keep your eyes down and look at us only when we require you to. But that’s not the point right now. This is your second warning. You know what I have requested.” I felt as if I had gone back to my schooldays and was being scolded by my teacher. But I wasn’t a schoolgirl anymore. I looked down, since that was what he wanted. And I gritted my teeth. “Alright then. This is the third time. If you don’t obey right now, it’s too late.” I looked at him. He was grinning. For a second, he looked like a young boy, but then the impression vanished and I saw the man come out again. Dominating, passionate and direct. I felt scared. Maybe I should have simply said it. They told me to turn around. I didn’t move. They made me move. I was at a point where I wouldn’t obey at all anymore. I had seen a woman I hadn’t known until now in the mirror. Not a grey mouse. They had stopped me from hiding. But out in the open, fully vulnerable and accessible, I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. I made that promise to myself as I felt them pulling my arms on my back and tying a rope around them, several knots one by one down to my wrists which ...