Vol. 1 SS 9 – R18 Submission of Mariette
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"There are few things more arousing to me than sinking my strap-on into a slave's ass to the hilt and watching her resistance break and submit to me."

Unknown Origin

 

"

Sisters! We all know this.

Some of them want to use you.

But some of them want to get used by you.

And some of them want to abuse you.

Also some of them want to be abused.

 

Our sweetest dreams are made of this.

And our Mistress agrees."

Sister Eva, indoctrinational class at the academy, interpretation of Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

 

 

 

 

Since the day I met Milady in the palace a few weeks ago, I felt this strange attraction to her. I longed for her presence, where I felt safe.

 

The other maids were always tearing their mouths apart when one of us had to "assist" a lady. Although I was never chosen, I was curious about what it must be like. My experiences with the men in the palace were terrible.

 

Until I met Milady. And Milady took me into her service. Already on the first evening she opened my eyes. Never had I been so ashamed. And never had I felt so good.

 

The first days were a flicker of meetings during the day and long love sessions at night. Milady wanted to reward me personally. It was so shameful. And I felt naughty. But every time I was rewarded I felt so proud. Looked after. Valued.

 

When Milady looked at me, it sent chills down my spine and hot. It was as if I felt Milady sizing me up with her stern eyes, undressing me, and then subjecting me to the most delicious torture I couldn't imagine.

 

Sometimes I watched her innocent smile transform. At those moments I wanted to throw myself at Milady's feet. It was as if a sinister aura of power surrounded her. And I wanted to be at Milady's service, as a good maid should be.

 

Since Milady has been playing more intensively with the slave girls, it has been my task to observe everything closely. Watching the other women being "ridden" and "dominated" by Milady as she says and me just feeling her hands and mouth on my body is a bittersweet torture.

 

My task was to spoil Milady with my tongue and lips. I was never allowed to do more. Only my mouth served Milady.

 

I didn't know exactly why, Milady never explained, every night now ended with my wrists tied above me, preventing me from releasing my ever growing tension myself. She would not allow me to stroke myself.

I allowed myself to be bound and gagged in her bed. I suffered from the torture. And I blossomed under her attention.

 

During the day when we were out, I had to consciously remind myself not to rub against Milady. I told Milady about it, and she ordered me to stay as close to her as possible from now on. She wanted me to have an incentive to draw "attention" to myself. It would be good for my discipline.

 

If I hadn't been lying with Milady every night, I might have given in long ago and publicly shamed myself.

 

I was in love. With mistress. But only the slave girls called Milady that.

 

At first I was only sure that it had to be lust. That I was confusing my feelings with love, because I had never felt either emotion for a real flesh and blood human being. But it fit. When Milady and I made love, that was hot. That was lust. On the other hand, when we weren't having sex, we were together so naturally. She insisted on following a certain protocol, of course. During our conversations in bed, I had to remember to always address her as "Milady."

 

I wanted to subordinate myself to her interests. Jokes. Feelings. Intimacy. I was completely devoted to Milady.

 

I kept it to myself, of course. I was sure that any confession of this kind would be met with ridicule. What could a silly 19-year-old maid know about love? A girl crush, that's all Milady would think it was. Milady would laugh and decide that maybe I wasn't ready for such a relationship after all.

 

So night after night I "served" Milady or watched her. I made her come by any means she chose. And she rewarded me when I pleased Milady.

 

  

And then came that special evening. I had confessed to Milady in tears what I felt. Full of fear she would throw me out the door, even Virga's chastisement would not be so bad.

 

When Milady took me in her arms I was so relieved. Everything just bubbled out of me. My feelings towards Milady. How I suffered from not being treated like the other women. The fear of not being good enough.

 

Milady cradled me and explained " A true slave chooses her mistress. It is not the other way around. Even if it seems like it. The other girls had no choice. They were already enslaved."

 

Her piercing eyes bored into my soul.

 

"But you, Mariette, you have a choice. I cherish you no matter what you choose. But you can choose to be my slave willingly."

 

My heart was pounding. Milady allowed me to become her slave.

 

"But before I allow you to submit to me. There are a few things you need to know. Listen carefully before you decide and answer."

 

I nodded excitedly. Eagerly.

 

"I am a harsh and strict mistress. My pleasure comes first. Always. You will be humiliated and shamed by me. When and where I decide will be at my whim. Although I do not like to inflict injury, I will cause you pain and torture you in a variety of ways for my pleasure."

 

She enumerated "I expect the following from you:

 

1. honesty,

2. loyalty,

3. obedience,

4. submission.

 

Do you understand?"

 

I nodded seriously.

 

"My favorite way to dominate a slave into submission is to fuck her ass until she gives in. Once you feel me up to the hilt in your bowels you will understand what it means to be mine."

 

My head was spinning. I was proud and excited. And ashamedly, I realized I was also wet and aroused.

 

"You've been a good girl this week," Milady said, stroking my back with the fingers of her hand. I got goose bumps with a shudder.

 

I was lying on the bed, on all fours. Leather cuffs from all four corners of the bed were attached to my ankles and wrists. I had some leeway to move, but I couldn't move far from my position. I fidgeted excitedly, eager to get going, but afraid that I would be denied sexual release.

 

"You've been so good, you and I are going to try something different tonight." She gave me a playful slap on the butt. That went through me like a lustful bolt of lightning.

 

She walked over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. I had noticed that she kept a number of "toys" there. Some painful, some pleasurable. I was not allowed to look inside. Perhaps she didn't want to spoil any surprises. But I had already seen some in use.

 

She made her selection and brought them to the bed. Milady laid each item on the bed one by one before my eyes. A bottle of slippery liquid. Small stoppers in three different sizes, with tapered ends and wide, flat bottoms. Finally, she laid out her "special" belt. I recognized the belt. Virga, meanwhile, sighed every time she saw it.

 

 

"You may have already guessed tonight's game," Milady said, "I'll explain it to you if you don't already know. Tonight we're going to start training your ass. We'll work our way up from the smallest plug here to the biggest, then I'll stuff your pussy while I fuck your ass with my strap-on. We may not make it through all the sizes tonight. It's normal that you need time for your ass to adjust. That's why you'll be talking to me the whole time. As soon as it starts to feel like too much, you're going to tell me right away. Got it?"

 

I nodded. "Yes, milady," I said. My voice was trembling. She was going to train my "dirty spot"? What did a woman get out of doing that? But what did a woman get out of spanking another woman?

 

Milady climbed into bed beside me. She put her face close to mine and stroked my hair. "You need to relax, dear," she said, "It will feel better if you relax. You'll be safe, I promise." As she spoke, she guided me to lay my head on a pillow so that my bottom was up in the air. 

 

I bit my lip and nodded. "Yes, milady. Thank you, milady." I inhaled in long, deep breaths and exhaled slowly. Between her soft words and my own slow breaths, I felt my shoulders relax.

 

Milady disengaged from me and retrieved the slippery liquid from the bed. She squirted some on her fingers and rubbed her fingertips together. "Let's warm you up," she said. She slowly circled my anus with her oiled fingertips.

 

 

It was a pleasant feeling so far. No different than the first night when she had massaged my buttocks. It helped me relax even more. I trusted her not to give me more than I could handle. I had learned her moods since our first night. Sometimes Milady was in "bitch mode," as she called it. When she was in that mood, she would get rough with all of us, but she never really went too far. Once Cheval was in bed with us and that had made me realize that there were distinct differences in Milady's slave girls. Cheval really blossomed the harder Milady took her. The comparatively gentle spanking on my ass had brought tears to my eyes, but it had also helped me learn where I stood with her. In that moment, as she massaged her fingers over and around my "muscle", it was the gentlest and most loving mood I had seen her in yet. I felt so grateful for Milady's attention in that moment.

 

 

In my mind I went through all the terms Milady had forced me to learn for my "dirty place" and recite them aloud. Anus. Butthole. Rear entrance. Asshole. I felt so deliciously naughty and dirty doing it.

 

I felt a pressure as she began to insert a finger into my ass. I gasped and tensed involuntarily. Milady's finger paused where it was, massaging my buttock with her other hand, making me moan. "Calm down, honey," Milady said, "just enjoy it. Relax and breathe in."

 

I took a quivering breath, then slowly released it, consciously relaxing my butt hole as I expelled it. Milady worked the finger down deeper as I took deep, concentrated breaths. When the finger was all the way in, she began to withdraw it. When only the tip was left, she pushed it back in. This felt so depravedly good.

 

"Good girl, Mariette," she said, "you're doing such a good job. Let yourself go and enjoy it." Soon she began to find a rhythm, moving her finger up and down. As I got into it, the sensation became more and more pleasurable and I could feel how much it was arousing me. I began to sigh and moan softly, but to my frustration Milady withdrew completely.

 

 

She gripped and kneaded my butt cheeks in each hand while complimenting me for doing so well. "It's time for the first plug," she said. She took it in her hand and prepared it by slathering it with fresh lube. She made sure every millimeter of the part entering me was fully lubricated, then positioned it at my rear entrance. "Take a deep breath," she reminded me. Then she slowly pushed the plug inside me. She didn't pause, as she had done with her finger. I whimpered as my anus expanded to accommodate it. Then the discomfort subsided as it landed in place and the muscle of my "dirty back entrance" tightened around the neck of the plug.

 

 

I shuddered at the intrusion. The pain had subsided, but the discomfort remained. There was no way to ignore that there was something in my ass that didn't belong there. I remembered that there were two more and whimpered anxiously.

 

Milady touched my clit with one finger. "I'm so proud of you, Mariette," she said, "you're getting so good at this."

 

Her touches and her words ignited a heat in me. My arousal, which had never quite stopped, had faded into the background while she concentrated on my buttocks. Now it flared up again, more intense than before. I gasped my appreciation as she slid her thumb into my pussy. She stroked my clit with her middle finger. Then she worked the butt plug with her other hand, not withdrawing it, just twirling it so I wouldn't forget it was there. In a short time I was dripping wet from her attention. I was so ashamed and at the same time I was the proudest woman in the room.

 

She withdrew her hand from my pussy and began to remove the butt plug. I winced as the plug was pulled out with a soft plop. Time for the next one. The awkwardness was stronger with this one, but at least I had an idea of what to expect. This time, as soon as the intruder had taken its place inside me, Milady inserted two fingers of her other hand into my womanhood and began pumping them in and out as she worked the plug. Each time my pussy contracted around her fingers, my anus contracted around the plug. After a short time, I began to merge the sensations. The plug began to feel good to me. The sensations of discomfort turned to pleasure. I could feel myself being pushed closer and closer to the edge of climax. "Please milady, may I come?" I moaned deeply.

 

 

She withdrew her fingers and pulled out the plug. I whimpered in disappointment.

 

"You are making such good progress in your education," Milady said, "I think keeping you desperate and needy to come has a positive learning effect on you. It helps your obedience, your general attitude, and your pain tolerance. I wonder what would happen if I kept you like this forever. What do you think, Mariette? What if it was your last orgasm in my bed?"

 

"Please, no!" I pleaded. "Please, milady, I don't think I could stand it!"

 

She wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head up just enough so I could look into her eyes. "What if I want you like this?" she asked, "What if it would make me happy to never allow you to orgasm again? What if I ordered you to never come again, right now, what would you say?"

 

I began to cry, even as my arousal skyrocketed. "I would say yes, Milady." My voice trembled. Hot tears streamed down my face. "If it makes Milady happy that I may never come again, I will, because I love Milady. I will do anything Milady asks of me."

 

 

Milady kissed me and smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear," she said. She put my head back down and let go of my hair. I sobbed as she began rubbing slippery liquid onto the last plug in front of my eyes.

 

In my heightened emotional state, the last plug was more painful than anything else. I no longer heard Milady's whispered encouragements. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had just given up. I would do anything to make her happy, but that didn't mean I would cheer my sacrifice.

 

Moments after the big plug filled me to the limit, I felt the powerful tip of the strap-on in my pussy. I moaned with pleasure, even though I knew it was useless. I was so agitated at the thought of never being allowed to come again, but there was still a small part deep inside me that found the permanent denial of my pleasure irresistibly arousing. Even through the smoke of all my conflicting, confused feelings, I recognized the irony.

 

 

As Milady drove her big cock into me, I began to accept my new reality. If Milady was happy that I was a horny, needy piece of mess, then I would be a needy, horny mess to her. I moaned loudly and braced myself for Milady's cock as she thrust it into me. I was like the horniest bitch in heat. Each hard thrust brought me closer to the abyss, but I wouldn't let myself go down. If Milady wanted me to starve to death up here on the ledge, I would wait here forever.

 

 

Milady began to pull the plug out of my ass and push it back in, and it nearly drove me insane. I clenched my teeth to keep control of myself. I would not let her down. She used the plug to stretch and contract my rear entrance as she fucked my pussy. Then she reached down with her other hand to my sensitive, loving pleasure pearl and it took everything I had not to come.

 

 

"You've been such a good girl, my pet," she said, "For being honest with me about your feelings, you deserve a very special reward." She began to work my gem more firmly with her hand, her fingers stroking my most sensitive spot over and over.

 

 

"I've decided not to just let you come. But not right now!" Milady ordered gruffly as she sensed my eagerness.

 

"You have to earn it. Listen to me carefully."

 

I was by now a quivering wreck filled to the brim with lust, a greedy slut who would do anything to come.

 

"You will address me as Mistress. You will beg me to be fucked in your hot ass. You will beg for it until you are about to orgasm. Then you will beg to become my slave and take possession of you. And if I get the impression you are not serious I will not accept you."

 

 

I moaned in gratitude. "Th-thank you, Mil...Mistress," I said. "Thank you."

 

The large head of the strap-on throbbed imperiously against my still open rear entrance.

 

 

"Please Mistress. Fuck me in my greedy little ass. Please. Make me your slave."

 

The feeling as Mistress's significantly longer cock entered my rear entrance was indescribable. If I had been filled by the plugs before, I was now fulfilled.

 

I didn't know how much longer I could endure this heat in my belly. Now that I was promised release, it was all the harder to hold back.

 

"Feels good?" she asked. Mistress laughed at her jest. I could do nothing but tremble with desire and squirm like a worm. My deep moans had almost degenerated into guttural, animalistic sounds.

 

"Please, Mistress, please fuck this slave hard in her no-good, naughty, dirty bottom. I beg you!"

 

The humiliation of having to beg for an ass fuck to be allowed to become the slave of my mistress only fired up my excitement even more. If I was ever sure about anything in my life, I WANTED to be her slave. Submissive to my Mistress.

 

"Mistress! PLEASE! Fuck me until I am worthy of being your slave. My ass belongs to you, my Mistress."

 

Then silence as she pumped her cock in and out of me. Her fingers continued to work over my desperate clit. My own desperation increased the closer my mistress pushed me to the precipice.

 

"My Mistress, I beg you. Ram your cock into my bottom and take possession of your slave. Please, my Mistress."

 

Breathing became increasingly difficult. I cried out because of the almost unbearable pressure that had built up inside me. 

 

My Mistress filled me completely with a deep thrust. She had become my life's purpose and everything.

 

 "Slave, you are MINE! I order you to come now!"

 

The command of my Mistress flooded my mind. My world exploded. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. The one I had had that first night in our room didn't even come close. My whole body shook and trembled. My ass clenched and unclenched on my mistress's cock, which felt more massive the longer my climax lasted. I was reduced to animalistic sounds, impossible to understand.

 

As I slowly came down from my climax, my mistress gently thrust in and out of me a few more times. I gasped as it brought me almost to the edge again.

 

"Your body will be more sensitive in the moments just after an anal orgasm," Mistress said. She reached out and pinched a nipple. My body twitched in response, and she laughed. "There is a lot of fun to be had in these moments, but that will have to wait for another day. I'll let you rest. This one time."

 

My Mistress pulled her strap-on completely out of me. I almost felt something like regret. Then she untied my wrists and ankles and pulled me into an embrace.

 

Her body was like a spoon around me. It was heavenly. She nuzzled my neck with her nose and gently nibbled on my earlobe. "I like you too, by the way," she said. My heart felt full as I pulled her arms tighter around me. I felt safe and warm in our bed and almost fell asleep in my mistress' arms.

 

She said in a soft voice that only I could hear, "Remember, my slave. You are the first one I allow to call me "My Mistress". From now on, you must ask my permission if you want to come."

 

Yes, my Mistress.

 

Astonishingly, the writing of the short story was a breeze. Maybe R18 is easier to write, idk.

Not sure, but if the next R18 goes as well there will be a second one this weekend. Or not. 

What's for sure, with the chapter, this would have just gotten too big together.

Anyway, have fun!

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