The Limitless Submissive's Story, Part One
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ENDLESS - THE LIMITLESS SUBMISSIVE'S STORIES - STORY ONE
She had entered the presence of her Master precisely as instructed
and trained; naked, cleaned inside each orfice and over her
entire body with meticulous care (and expectations), head
lowered, and backing toward Him, the seven gold rings shined and
in place, the eighth in her clenched right hand.
As she turned toward Him, head lowered, just within His reach,
she lowered herself to her knees, spread them wide and settled
her soft, clean naked nether cheeks to the cool floor; then
carefully placed her hands upon her thighs, palm up and exposed
the gleeming eighth ring in her right hand, centered in the now
Silence........a long and trying silence that sent shivers of
fear and expectation coursing through her body. Looking downward,
she could see HER MASTER'S bare feet before her and the leather
legs of HIS "special" pants. She KNEW he stood towering above her,
bare from the waist up, poised but relaxed and ready to begin
with her, once again. As the silence grew longer, she could feel
the wetness building in the "valley of her Master's ultimate
pleasure" and then, after more silence and time passed she could
SEE the shaved lips begin to glisten with her "raction" to HER
MASTER.....a reaction that required no words spoken and no
physical contact of any kind......the preparation and the
position, HER MASTER'S prefered "POSITION ONE", were always
sufficient to start her into her sexual climb where the
difference between pleasure and pain did not exist and
everything drove her upward, ever upward to float and absorb more
and yet more........
There to learn....and to beg and plead with HIM for more and
still more........there to exist in the most fearful of
realms...AND THE MOST SATISFYING...FOR HER.
Finally, she saw HIS hand lower and retrieve the eighth ring from
her quivering palm. She did not look upward to see where HE had
placed it, for that was not permitted....YET. She was not 'ready"
to bath HIS eyes with her fear and pleasure filled, clouded eyes,
nor was HE. She wondered if HE would insert the eigtht ring in
it's rightful "hole(s)" as she had the other seven in her nether
lips, nipples, ears and nose. The thought made her shiver, still
more, with expectant, delicious and all consuming fear and its
resultant total sexual hunger.
One leather encased leg and it's bare foot advanced and settled
between her knees. The soft but deep voice commanded her to begin
the "ritual". Bending at the waist, she lowered her lips to the
top of HIS bare foot and began to lave HIM with her quivering,
flicking tongue. The foot retreated and the other replaced it.
The ritual was repeated aknew. When the second foot retreated,
she remained in the position, bent forward between wide spread
legs, kneeling, totally humble and totally submissive to HIM and
for HIM.......HER MASTER.
She heard him retrieve objects from the open large trunk in this
special room where she had been trained to serve HER MASTER and
sing her submissive "songs" to HIM as HE "played" with her in THEIR
WAYS.......ways they often discussed in the other realm but never
discussed here.....here they performed them. HE did not always
tell her everything in their discussions, a fact that multiplied
her fears and her pleasures a hundred fold and more as HE
introduced her to another unknown realm and raised her through
yet another limit, never to do permanent damage to mind or body,
though she was often hard pressed to discern the difference had
it ever gone that far. It had not....EVER....AND WOULDN'T....for
HE *LOVED* her, in all realms and would NEVER damage her. This
she knew without question. THAT IS WHY HE WAS HER MASTER AND SHE
HIS SOLE AND ONLY SLAVE AND POSSESSION.
The leather collar slipped around her neck and was fastened
behind by experienced, expert and very gentle but sure hands.
The heavy, padded, black, leather cuffs were placed tightly on
wrists and ankles that HIS POSITION ONE so expertly and
helplessly exposed. Once she had learned the "ritual" and the
position she had understood its effect on both of them and
understood it well. She had argued with HIM outside this room and
realm about how much she hated the position and how uncomfortable
it was for her, but HE had carefully explained to her that she
would grow accustom to it in time and even grow to like it.
Now, she most definitely did, as the flowing juices of her rising
passions and fears readily proved beyond any doubt.
The cuffs tightly in place, HE lifted each hand from her thigh
and placed them behind her back where they were joined by the
shining gold link she had given HIM so long long ago. She could
almost see the date on the tag hanging from the link....11/19/87....the
day she had written HIM one simple word...."hello?". She shivered
as her mind raced from then to now, touching on all the things
she had experienced at HIS hands in the ensuing months and years
and all the secret glances they often exchanged "in public" and in
private. She shivered and quivered as the memories raced through
her mind and drove her still higher into their realm.
Now, the gentle but firm hands placed the leather blindfold over
her eyes and strapped it tightly at the back of her head. A large
hand wound itself into her now sweat filled hair and raised her
upright to sit as she had first done, between her outstretch,
kneeling legs, feet pointed straight back.
The deep soft voice spoke a single question to her attentive
"For what, my slave wench, do you live?"
The answer came involuntarily and with the speed of light:
"for MY MASTER'S pleasure, and ONLY FOR MY MASTER'S PLEASURE"
"I see. And my slave can have no pleasure?"
"That is TRUE, MASTER"
"Today, you shall give me pleasure without touching me, beautiful
slave......without touching your MASTER!"
"But....MASTER....that is not possible.......how can I please you
without touching you MASTER?"
She heard the sigh and the low chuckle as HE said:
"You will begin to please me as you always do with your lips and
tongue and with the valley of MY pleasures and the recepticle
therein....slowly and completely, but without ME therein in
either place. Picture it, savor it and ME and begin."
She started to plead with HIM, knowing NOW what HE meant and
knowing equally well that she would end up doing something she was
totally ashamed to do and perform.........she would climax for
HIM, before HIM, without HIM inside either exposed orfice.....
"NO MASTER!......pppllleeeaaassseee MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR! Not That!
I am ashamed. Please no Master...please??????"
"BEGIN!!! Let me see the rippling climax course through your body
and raise you to the place where I own you totally, slave! NOW!!!
As she tightened and relaxed the walls of the nether, now
thoroughly wet recepticle for HER MASTER'S PLEASURE and laved her
tongue over her trembling lips she began to croon to him:
"Empty, MASTER....so empty....come with me.....come WITH me, MY
And as she trembled in fear, shame and passion, rising steadily
upward all on her own she thought of the other simple command
that HE often used to shame her, and that drove her further up
and made her strain harder with the internal contractions HE had
made her practice before HIM for hours on end until she was
perfection supreme at it.
The thought of being seated upon the toilet before HIM and
commanded to relieve herself made her turn red with shame as she
now began to climax continuously and plead and beg HIM to "come
Yes, HE knew her shame and her secrets....well! She had learned
that after their first real fight some four months after they met.
Oh how well she had learned that night that she had told HIM she
had to go to the bathroom and instead of releasing her as before,
HE had led her away and made her perform the "relief" before HIM,
arms bound behind her back, legs spread on either side of the
seat, as HE watched.......and made her look into HIS eyes....and
told her HE OWNED HER COMPLETELY. After that, she believed it
without a doubt!
NOW, moaning, pleading, begging, sighing and floating ever
upward, she performed the other shameful act she feared and
wished he had never learned.....this one was the most demeaning
of all.........to have pleasure without giving pleasure was the
ultimate in humiliation and shame!
And as she continued to climax and float and beg and plead and
more, HER MASTER'S thumbs and forefingers gripped her rigid
heaving nipples and drove her into a long screaming begging
pleading entreaty to join her........
reduced to a hoarse, sobbing, shamed and pleading empty
recepticle, a hand left her nipple and shot quickly into her
soaking hair as she felt HIM step between her legs and place
himself within reach of the exhausted mouth and tongue and slide
them quickly over the long sought, rigid member that she
"pleasured" at HIS command, when HE and HE alone commanded.
She heard the words and shuddered anew with shame and with hunger:
"Now, exhausted, lonely slave of MINE, I shall feed you as ONLY
YOUR MASTER CAN.........you may BEGIN!!!"
The pressure on the nipple increased, the shaft slid quickly
from lips to the back of her throat and her tongue worked
feverishly to draw from HIM her "feeding".
(TO BE CONTINUED)
From the keyboard, mind and experiences of:
THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS