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Subject: Story: "Ruthie's Submission" (pt1) By Sybian (M/f, D/s)
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Ruthie's Submission
By Sybian

After so many months of anonymous e-mailing to one another, they would meet
tonight. She had selected the place, the most public place in the world, Times
Square in New York. It was a fall evening, severe clear and warm for November.
He hurried through the crowded streets, his thoughts ablaze with images of her.
The photos she sent showed a vibrant, mature woman full of sparkle and life.
All along he half held his breath this moment might never come.

He had told her how to dress - commanded her was more like it - and she soaked
up his orders like a thirsty traveler in the desert. She so much needed to be
liberated from her freedom, he thought to himself as he jostled past the
crowds, half running, on fire with anticipation. He had ordered her to wear a
black pleated skirt, short, but fashionably so, no need to have people staring.
She was to wear suntan thigh high hose and black patent leather shoes with the
highest heels she could find. She had written that she had a pair with 5"
heels. That would be sufficient to hobble her, to remind her of her
subjugation. A white, just a bit too tight silk blouse would serve to show off
her breasts without being too conspicuous. A black satin choker around her neck
would mark a good beginning for one about to begin the journey he had planned
for her. Finally, he had ordered her not to wear underwear and to insert a butt
plug firmly in her sphincter. She complied willingly, eagerly. She was Vice
President and board member of a Fortune 100 firm. She had expressed in her
letters that she was tired of always being in charge and desperately needed to
submit to someone stronger, to go to a world where someone else would be
responsible for her pleasures, where she would be dominated. He could take her
there if that's what she wanted, he had those skills. He would gather her up in
his big arms and allow her to become whole.

As he raced across 46th Street he spotted her. She was magnificent, all he had
hoped for and more. His breathing quickened at the sight of her, the long,
shapely legs, the slender body, the flashing eyes, just as her photos revealed.
He rushed up to her just as she turned to meet his gaze. He drew himself up to
her and hoarsely whispered, "I'm Steven, your Master. I've come to rescue you."

"Steven," she answered demurely, her eyes glistening when she looked at him. "I
am so pleased you are here." He took her expertly made-up face in his hands,
the paint just a little too heavily applied, revealing to his trained eye the
whore that lurked inside her, soon to be liberated. He brought her face down to
his, for in the 5-inch "fuck-me" heels she wore, she was taller than he, and he
raped her mouth with his, his tongue exploring almost down her throat. He
released her and stepped back to admire her, this tall, blonde gorgeous woman,
teetering on those heels, the supple flesh of her thighs so thoroughly encased
in nylon. What a sight she was! And tonight she would begin the journey that
would leave her, at its end, reborn.

"Ruthie, I am so pleased that you have followed my directions that I am going
to reward you. Come, my dearest, I've taken a suite for us." He took her hand
and led her into the Marriott Marquis behind them, quickly past the pre-theatre
crowd gathered there, the stares of the men examining her ample breasts and the
women envious of her because of the man holding her hand. He pressed the
elevator button and the door closed and as it did Steven lifted her skirt and
caressed the mounds of her naked ass. She moaned softly. "God, your ass is
magnificent," he hoarsely whispered into her ear. She didn't even remember the
walk to the room, so on fire with passion was her mind.

The next thing she remembered was being thrown to her knees on the floor, her
head resting on the bed as Steven knelt behind her and lifted her skirt. He
worked the butt plug free as he said, "You will always be rewarded when you
listen.... and punished when you don't." With that he spread her ass cheeks
apart with his strong hands and plunged his face between them, working his
tongue into her asshole. She shivered with delight, a small pool of her wetness
now forming on the floor beneath her cunt. He fucked her ass with his tongue
like the expert that he was as her hand impulsively reached down, found her
clit, and started to rub the now erect little member. THWACK! THWACK! Suddenly
two hard slaps stung her ass flesh as he stopped his ministrations to her
sphincter and rose to his feet; "Don't you ever touch your cunt without my
permission! I own it now, it's mine, bitch! You'll cum when I allow it!" He
grabbed her and forced her to her feet, took her face once again, and kissed
her deeply. "Yes, Master, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again," she whispered,
the fear and excitement evident in her voice.

Releasing her and gently placing her sitting on the bed, he said, "I'll be back
in a few minutes. Use this time to reflect on what has already happened and on
what is about to take place." Reaching into one of the drawers he took out a
black leather corset and tossed it on the bed. "Put this on. It pleases me." He
turned and left the room. Without thinking, she climbed into the black girdle.
Staring into the mirror she enjoyed the image staring back, the nearly wasp
waist. She felt sexy and seductive until she realized that she was now in his
power... he would control her as he desired. This was reality... both new and
scary. She sat down on the bed, thoughts whirling in her head. She felt herself
shiver. What had she gotten herself into? Was her lust such an overwhelming
force that it had driven her to a stranger's hotel room, moving her beyond all
reason? No... she trusted him implicitly... no need for fear. For the first
time she became aware of the soft music playing in the background and the lit
candles he had placed around the room. She was in a place of comfort and trust
with the one man who could bring her to the dark reaches of her soul. The sound
of the door opening woke her from her reverie.

He stepped through the door, still dressed in his black Armani suit and black
silk T-shirt, his leather gloved hand holding a bundle of roses, a dozen each
in red, yellow, and pink. He also held a small leather satchel, similar to a
physician's bag. She rose from the bed and faced him, breathing, breathing,
trying to catch her elusive breath. "These are for you, sweet Ruthie. Come take
them," he bid her. She moved slowly forward and reached for the proffered
flowers. There was a card attached, she saw. "Sit on the bed and enjoy your
roses, Ruthie," he told her. She opened the card: "The red is for your
submission, the yellow for the depth of our trust, and the pink is for your
desirous flesh." They were lovely and she wanted to cry.

He stripped off his jacket and hung it in the closet. She watched the muscles
of his massive chest and arms ripple with his effort. She placed the roses
gently on the bed beside her and watched as he draped a sheet over one of the
room's easy chairs. On the floor near the chair he placed a large cushion from
the couch. Now she could hear him in the bathroom washing his hands. When he
emerged, he stood by the dresser snapping on latex gloves. He sat down on the
sheet-draped chair and motioned her to join him. Knowing her place, she readily
knelt on the cushion at his feet, her head bowed. He laid the black satchel on
his lap and reached into it, pulling out two sterile wrapped surgical needles,
an aerosol container, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He also removed a small
black velvet box. "The ceremony will be short, dear Ruthie, but you will
remember it forever. Move closer." He put his fist under her chin and lifted
her head. "What I am about to do will cause you no pain. I want to remind you
that I take no pleasure in inflicting pain. That is not me. I will punish when
there is a need but I do not bring pain for pain's sake. Understand?" She
nodded, starting to tremble now. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

He snapped open one of the steel needles and its silvery finish glinted in the
candlelight, the swelling music now a proper accompaniment to his actions. He
dipped it in the alcohol and said, "Lift one of your breasts to me, darling, so
I may see the nipple." She did as she was told, using both hands to lift one of
her heavy udders towards him. He sprayed the nipple with the ethyl chloride,
completely numbing it. He moved the needle towards her nipple and in one swift,
practiced motion, pierced it laterally. She moaned softly, her eyes widening
with a strange elation. "Now the other, my lover," he said in a businesslike
tone, though now grinning slightly at his poem. He sprayed, and in an instant
was done, her other nipple completely pierced through. "Now lift them both to
me," he said. She complied, her eyes still wide. He opened the velvet box to
reveal two tiny 22kt gold rings. "These are the badges of your submission,
souvenirs of this night. Do you like them, baby?" he asked.

"Yes Master, they are more than I deserve," she answered, still holding her
tits up to him. He snapped them into place and admired his handiwork. They too
gleamed in the candlelight. He sat back in the chair and just stared at her.
"Come now, remove my cock from my pants, and suckle me. It's the least you can
do to say thanks for the gifts I have showered on you this evening." He hugged
her now and kissed the top of her head. "Stand up, Ruthie, let me look at you."
She did as she was told, hoisting her long body up with the help of the chair's
arm. She stood before him in the black leather corset, the black patent
leather, 5-inch stiletto-heeled "fuck-me" pumps, and the black satin choker.
"Walk for me, across the room." She walked slowly, feeling his eyes inspecting
her. She turned this way and that, giving him a full view as he worked his
steel hard cock with his fist. Suddenly darkness crossed his countenance and
she grew frightened. "Ruthie, it seems you have forgotten something," and right
away she knew.... the stockings. "You know my only fetish is my love for a
woman dressed in nylons and heels. Why have you forgotten?"

She trembled with fear, so ashamed of her selfishness. He asks so little of me,
she thought. "I, I, didn't... think...," she stammered. "Poor, distracted
Ruthie. I have something for you, another gift." He reached in the satchel and
brought out a flat package. "Here, put these on, Christian Dior, in your size,
they'll stay up without garters, too." She took the package from him, kissing
his hand as she did, her ample breasts hanging obscenely as she bent, the rings
glinting. "I'm so sorry, Master, please do what you must."

"Nonsense Ruthie, this is an exciting day for you. It's understandable that you
forgot." He was so good to her, she thought. She would try to bring him special
pleasures this night. She sat on the bed and slipped into the hose, then stood
up to model them for him. "Are you pleased, my Master?"

"Yes Ruthie, they fit you well. You should always wear them. They add
definition and shape to your legs." Again he stroked his engorged member up and
down as he examined her. "Turn around," he commanded and she complied, her
backside now facing him. "Bend over and spread your ass for me." She did as she
was told, her heart happy that he seemed pleased. "Ruthie, before we move on, I
think you will need to have your insides cleaned." He stood up, taking the
large enema bag off the dresser. "Take this into the bathroom and prepare it
for me. I will be along shortly." She took the bag and teetered on her high
heels toward the bathroom, so happy that she would soon be filled with warm,
soapy water and all the joys it always brought her.

As he watched her disappear into the bathroom, he had a moment to reflect. His
heart was glad that she had chosen him to hold the lamp for her as she walked
this difficult path. The chance online meeting, the months of anonymous
e-mailing had led them to this room and her "submission." He so wanted to lift
her burdens, the need to control she felt. She was exhausted from her toilings,
and he could sense that. He wanted to peel the layers of flesh from her and
reveal the woman he was now seeing. Passionate, full of desire, eager to
please. But he was still confused about exactly what she wanted from him. All
the props of her passion, yes, he was highly skilled in their use and would
bring her to orgasm after orgasm, but he was sure his dear Ruthie yearned for
something else. She called it "her submission," but what was that exactly? He
knew he would know soon, the chimera of her true desire would be revealed to
his sharp eyes within hours, he was sure... maybe as he poured the warm water
deep into her bowels and gentled her luscious breasts. He would know soon.

When she emerged from the bathroom, he told her to place the filled enema bag
on the dresser and lay face down on the bed. She readily complied. He could see
her back muscles tense, not knowing what he would do next. He spread her legs
and she jumped slightly from his unexpected touch. He reached for the scented
juniper oil, poured a few drops into his hands, then rubbed them together for
warmth and aroma. His hands, strong from years of weight training, yet skilled
for he was also a guitarist, worked every muscle of her back. He kneaded the
scented oil into her flesh, pressing and pulling the individual muscles as he
found them. First her trapezius, relaxing her neck, then triceps at the back of
her arms, sending a tingle down her spine, then the latismus dorsi of her back,
until finally he made his way down to her broad, sweet ass. This was the
special pleasure a woman held for him, for he was a lover of woman's behinds in
all their varied shapes and sizes.

He worked the oil deep into her ass, drizzling it between her cheeks, massaging
the mounds of pink flesh. "On your knees now, baby," he softly whispered,
helping her gain this new position. In a momentary loss of control, he reached
his greasy hands underneath her and grabbed her tits, squeezing them with his
oiled hands, rubbing the now wounded nipples, enjoying the feel of her flesh.
She purred at his ministrations as the music pulsed around them, the English
guitarist Bill Nelson weaving futuristic, ambient, sonic magic just for them.

He stood, removed his robe, and threw it across the room. Now clad only in
black leather briefs, his bulge obscenely displayed, he reached into his bag
and produced a large double Bardex nozzle and clamped white tubing, which he
attached to the enema bag. He again snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He
affixed the nozzle to the white tubing and tested it, first inflating the outer
balloon, then the inner. Satisfied he knelt behind her quivering ass. "Darling,
it is very important that I make you clean, do you understand?" he whispered.
"Yes, my Master, please clean me of my sins, I'm such a dirty girl, please,"
she pleaded. He poured more oil into her ass crack and placed his gloved hand
there until his fingers found her asshole, the gateway to her center. He slowly
caressed the outer muscle of her sphincter until he began to feel it yield. He
eased his slimy middle finger into the opening, slowly, very slowly, all the
time whispering his encouragement.... "easy, baby, relax, c'mon lover, that's
it, that's my girl, let me in...." and his finger finally worked its way in,
filling her rectum with pleasure. He reached his other hand underneath her
until he found her clit and his knowledgeable hand went to work there too. She
moaned softly now, rocking to his motions on her knees, softly rocking,
whimpering now as he worked her two pleasure centers. He withdrew his middle
finger from her ass just enough until he could give it a companion, then he
eased both fingers back into her bowels and slowly turned them, deep in her
ass. She was moaning now, shaking with lust, his pressure on her clit
unyielding, and he knew that it was now time to fill her, to cleanse her very
soul.

He removed the fingers from her soft and inviting bottom and commanded her to
"stay there, don't move bitch." He then reached into the physician's bag and
withdrew a tightly rolled rubber sheet, which he spread across the carpeted
floor. He walked slowly to where the hose hung from the 5-quart enema bag and
coated the tip of the Bardex nozzle with Astroglide. He stood behind her, once
again surveying her trembling form and quivering ass flesh. "Get on the floor,
bitch... on the rubber sheet," he ordered. She moved quickly. "Now get up on
all fours and push your ass out for me." She was trembling now. "Spread
yourself," he ordered, and Ruthie immediately reached behind herself and pulled
the large globes of her ass apart for him. He knelt behind her and put the
jellied tip at the muscled ring guarding her back entrance. He slowly eased it
into her, enjoying the gasp of pleasure that escaped from her mouth. "Wider,
bitch," he commanded, forcing her to pull her ass cheeks even further apart for
his invasion. When the nozzle was fully in her, he started to pump the bulb,
inflating the nozzle within her and then that part outside her rectum. When
Steven felt the seal was tight, he returned to the bed and opened the hose
valve fully.

He surveyed his handiwork as the water slowly trickled into her. She knelt on
the rubber sheet, her stockinged legs bent, the toes from her "fuck-me" pumps
planted into the floor. Her heavy breasts hung down from her chest, the nipples
hard and long with arousal, the rings a perfect accent to her surrender, the
aureoles flushed, the black satin choker a blood black slash across her
alabaster throat. Her shaved cunt lips hung bloated with desire and he could
even see her clit pulsing with her steady heartbeat. The inflated Bardex nozzle
and white tubing protruded from her sphincter, rising at an angle away from
her. Magnificent!

He stripped off his leather briefs, now freeing his engorged member. Her eyes
went right to it and she playfully licked her lips and they smiled at each
other. Her Master took a small gold metal and black plastic vibrator from the
dresser top and turned it on. He knelt beside her and began to rub one of her
tits with his left hand while he inserted the humming dildo into her sopping
pussy with his right. She groaned with pleasure, the water still slowly
trickling into her colon, the peppermint he added earlier now starting to make
her insides tingle. He started to work the artificial phallus in and out,
slowly at first, then with quicker, piston-like strokes. On occasion he would
take it out and let the vibrator hum against the stalk of her clitoris,
rejoicing at the spasms that produced, the shaking of her flesh. Nice.

She was well on her way to total submission but he understood it was important
to her that she be an active player in the act. He took her left hand and
placed it on the dildo, urging her, "Make yourself cum, Ruthie. I'd love to
watch." She started to work it in and out of her fuck-hole with vigorous
strokes now, while he massaged her clit. The earliest spasm of her climax was
starting and he detected this, but allowed it to rise a touch longer, then
suddenly he yanked the vibrator from her hand and stopped his attention to her
clit. "I told you, no cumming until you were full," he stated matter-of-factly
as a groan of frustration escaped from deep in her throat.

The last of the soothing waters soon trickled into her, and as promised he
would let her climax. He handed her a larger vibrator and gave her permission.
"Go ahead Ruthie, fuck your hungry hole until you cum." She started to plunge
the black plastic rod in and out of herself with blurring speed and soon her
lusty screams filled the room. He stood above her, arms folded, watching,
smiling. "What a magnificent orgasm my baby had for her Master, but darling we
will have to work on your self control, your ability to linger just on the
brink, it will make your climaxes so much more pleasurable for you and teach
you about discipline." He rubbed her bloated tummy with his oiled hand, feeling
the water inside, watching her closely in her post-orgasmic heaving, enjoying
the sweaty sight of her in the candlelight.

sybian1@aol.com


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