The Interview [submissive female(s) needed]

FaveGirlFriday said:

The confidence that I feel walking into the hotel lobby should come from the fact that, tonight, I look pretty fucking hot. It's amazing what a girl can do with 4 hours and a desire to please. But that's not the reason.

I'm feeling particularly stellar because of the sweet little red number gracing my neck. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that it has a meaning. It's significant.

I vere to my right and approach the concierge desk.

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Dr_O said:

The concierge looks up and smiles as you approach. She reaches under her desk and hands you a small envelope.

"And there you are, the woman in the red choker necklace, just as he described you," she says, a strange look on her face. It might be envy, or just curiosity. "Have a wonderful evening."

You open the envelope, and inside is a plain white card key and a plain white card. It reads:

"Take the elevator and scan your key, then press the unmarked button just above 22. The doors will open to the penthouse suite on 24. Come in."

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FaveGirlFriday said:

I follow Sir's instructions to a T, all the while feeling very covert and Bond Girlish. When the doors to the elevator open, I suck in my breath. The view alone, which yes, I can see all the way from the entrance, is simply awesome. The room has a contemporary Art Deco flavor, and there is an abundance of cut flowers on almost every surface. I quickly scan the room for any sign of Him.

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Dr_O said:

You take a moment to look around and enjoy the moment, but it seems quiet. Still. You can hear the whisper of the air through the vents. It feels like you are alone.

You walk around the main room, but he is clearly not there. You wander in the kitchen and look in the fridge, which is fully stocked with all kinds of food and drink. You close the door and make your way into the bedroom, and stop. The master suite is magnificent, dominated by the regal king size bed in the middle of the room and the sweeping view of the city from the panoramic window. But again, you are alone.

You are wondering what to do when you notice something on the bed. Walking closer, you see another card, just like the one in the concierge's envelope. You pick it up and read:

"Welcome. Take off everything but the choker and walk into the bathroom."

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FaveGirlFriday said:

I read the card and a small smile touches my lips. I undress slowly, luxuriating in the feel of fabric gliding across my skin. I debate whether to leave my heels on, but he was very explicit. Once my shoes are sitting next to my small pile of folded clothes, I make my way towards the bathroom.

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Dr_O said:

You walk into the bathroom and feel warmth under your feet. The floor is heated. You turn to your left and see a long marble vanity to your left, a massive sunken jacuzzi tub to your right, and at the far end, the largest walk-in shower you have ever seen. It spans the full width of the bathroom, perhaps 15 feet from left to right, and is at least 10 feet wide from the door to the far wall. There are large bench seats built into the walls at either end, and with just a casual glance, you see at least six different showerheads, at least one on every wall. Yet once again, there is no one else in the room.

You walk toward the shower, looking at the reflection of your naked body in the mirrors to your left. You look down into the jacuzzi tub and estimate that at least six people could bathe comfortably in it at the same time. And then, you see another white card, hanging at an angle on the clear shower wall. You pull it down and read:

"Make the shower nice and hot. Make yourself nice and wet."

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FaveGirlFriday said:

So much for the hair.

I take a moment to remove the pins that I had inserted into my up-do. When my hair is cascading freely down my back, I step into the shower. I can feel the tingle of anticipation between my legs now. I turn the shower heads on and adjust the temperature until it is hot enough to satisfy Sir's request.

I lean back underneath one of the streams of hot water and groan my satisfaction. I begin to imagine his hands on my body. Fondling my breasts as before, pulling me in for another kiss. The temptation to touch myself is strong, but being all too familiar with Sir's punishment's, I refrain.

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Dr_O said:

You lean your head back under the main shower head, letting the hot water pound against your scalp and course down your nude body. You close your eyes and push your wet hair back from your forehead, letting it fall between your shoulders.

Suddenly you feel warm, strong hands pulling gently on your back. You snap open your eyes and there he is, his face close to yours, his arms circling your waist, his hands resting just above the swell of your hips. He is naked for the first time in your presence. His hair is neatly trimmed; his body is lean and strong. Efficient.

He smiles and kisses you full on the lips. As your tongues meet, his hands slide down your back and caress your bottom. He smiles and squeezes your ass; it feels comfortable, familiar. He pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, and at the same time, he pulls you closer, pressing his hips against yours. You can feel his cock beginning to rise between your legs.

The water thunders in your ears.

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FaveGirlFriday said:

When his body finds mine from behind, a warmth shoots up my spine. He kisses me like a lover, and I am surprised to find that that feels right. His cock has been in my ass, his dick in my mouth, but we have never been this intimate before. My body wants to make demands of his, but I don't know that Sir will allow that. I relax into our kiss.

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Dr_O said:

After a few moments, he breaks the kiss, but keeps his hands on your ass. He whispers in your ear. "You please me very much, Friday," he says. "Your face is lovely and your body is beautiful, but what pleases me most is how you gave yourself to me. When I told you to take off your panties and bend over for me, you obeyed. When I instructed you to get on your knees and suck my cock, you obeyed. When I told you to spread your ass apart for me and hold it while I fucked your asshole mercilessly, you obeyed. And then, when I pulled my cum from your ass and told you to eat it, you obeyed. You were willing to debase yourself for my pleasure, to do anything I asked simply because I asked. You are beautiful."

He kisses you again. "I know I made you feel used, degraded, and dirty at times, Friday. I may do it again. But tonight, right now, I want you to feel clean. I want to make you clean. That is my gift to you, to thank you for what you have given me."

"Wet your hair for me again, Friday, so I can wash it."

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FaveGirlFriday said:

When he begins to whisper in my ear, making me relive the events from the other night, I clutch to his shoulders, and am terribly thankful that he cannot see my face. I don't know why he wants to revisit my shame, he and I both know all about how dirty I am.

But then he promises me absolution. Sir will make me clean again. I am loathe to leave the comfort of his embrace, but I follow his instructions and turn to wet my hair again under the spray.

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zoelikesjam said:

Fear and Dread surge through my body. I feel like I am in shock.
I try to turn on to my side, but the chains fastened around my ankles are keeping me on my stomach. They make a jingling sound as I pull first my left then my right legs.
My shoes have been removed, I realise with a sudden jolt of trepidation, and as I wriggle my toes, I note with a sigh of relief, that my stockings are still on.

My head is pounding. I feel like I've been hit over the head with a hammer. Inside my mind feels like cotton wool. I have no recollection. I have no idea what the hell has happened. I knew I had been in pain. And knew I had then invited out on a date with Mr Dom.

I'd been drinking during the day, but tried to sober up to go and meet him. I was mostly sober by the time I got to him. Not to mention I only had one drink at the bar, so it couldn't have been alcohol that landed me here I thought with an alarming shudder.

I remembered asking the bar tender for a glass of water so I could take some pain killers. From that moment, I remember nothing until now. Fright washes over me once more and nausea floods into my stomach. I heave. I desperately try to get my breathing under control in the hope that the nausea will disperse.

I must be dreaming. Must be having a nightmare.

My mouth had gone bone dry, and in stark contrast my palms are sweaty. I try to lick my lips to moisten them, but my tongue seems to be glued to the roof of my mouth, so I settle for chewing my bottom lip again.

I try to move my Right arm again, pulling much harder this time. And then try my left arm. Crossing my arms together, I pull down hard, and as the chains rattle, they bite deeply into my wrists, at which I yelp from the pain.

Pain. Yes PAIN! I was in pain, at the bar, on my couch. Where had that pain gone? Its was like someone had magically removed it. The pain that was biting into my wrist's was now at the forefront of my mind. The terror and alarm I am feeling kick in my survival instincts.


I scream then. I flail and kick as much as I can, and the restraining chains are jingle-jangling against the metal bed frame. I scream and scream, screaming so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I give a voice to my terror.

Realisation hits me and I start to shake violently from the horror of the situation and the thoughts that are going through my mind, which I know are true.

All my power has been stripped away.

I feel can feel the tears that are spilling over my eyes, mostly absorbing into the blindfold, however I feel a few stray tears that have managed to escape and slide down my cheek. For some reason this makes me cry more.

There are beads of sweat above my eyebrows.The front of my dress is damp and clinging to my chest, from perspiration. From Fear.

At that thought, I start screaming again, my screams reaching a terrifying crescendo.

But my screams don't last for long-
My lungs are working to hard. I can feel the excess oxygen flowing rapidly into my blood stream and I start to Hyper-ventilate.

I am hysterical now, screaming, coughing, breathing erratically, my heart feels like its going to explode and the tears are freely running down my face now.

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Dr_O said:

He takes a generous amount of shampoo and works it between his hands. When you turn back to face him, he reaches up and begins to work it into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. When he reaches around to wash the long tresses hanging down your back, he has to step closer to you, and his chest grazes against your breasts lightly. He looks into your eyes as he caresses your head, then directs the spray to rinse the shampoo from your hair.

Next, he fills his hands with a liquid moisturizing soap and begins to rub your neck. He works his fingers against your skin, kneading your muscles as he works the soap into a rich lather. He sweeps his soapy hands down your shoulder blades and back, then up again to your shoulders and onto your upper arms. He smooths the soapy lather all the way down each arm, one at a time, caressing your forearms, hands, and fingers.

He takes more soap and rubs it on the top of your chest, then moves his hands down to your breasts. He makes slow, deliberate circles, letting his fingers glide across your firm, full breasts. He rubs tiny circles around your nipples, teasing them erect with his soapy fingertips. He watches you as he does this, a little smile playing on his lips.

Then he moves lower, rubbing the soap on your stomach, down toward your hips. He slowly kneels in front of you, reaching behind you to spread the soap on your bare bottom, making more slow circles with his hands on your ass. Then he circles your legs, working his soapy hands around to your inner thighs, then lower, to your knees, your calves, and your feet. You feel the lather all over your body as he stands and kisses you again. He steps back to admire you for a moment, then moves the showerhead back to rinse you off. The hot water courses down your naked body, sending the soap suds down your legs and on to the shower floor.

He takes even more soap in his hands and faces you, standing very close. He leans toward you and whispers in your ear:

"Spread your legs just a little bit, Friday."

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Dr_O said:

In a few minutes, you calm yourself enough to stop screaming and crying. You need to keep your wits about you, figure out what you are going to do. How to get free. You try to breathe slowly, try to relax.

Then, suddenly, the blindfold is pulled away from your face. You squint in the blinding artificial light. You look around wildly, trying to take in your surroundings. You are face down on what seems to be a large mattress, but it is covered in some sort of vinyl or leather, like an oversized massage table. Your arms are secured above your head at each wrist, one at each corner of the table. You can't see your feet, but you can tell that each ankle is also bound and tied to the foot of the cushioned table. You cannot lift your feet at all, but you notice that you can open and close your legs horizontally. You close them quickly, pressing your feet together.

You can't see who removed your blindfold, can't see anyone else in this small, windowless room. Where are you? you wonder. You take a deep breath and are about to start screaming again--

"Hello, Mia."

It is the man from the interview. You can't turn your head to see him; he must be standing at the other end of the table at your feet.

He waits a beat, then speaks again.

"This is what I had planned for tonight."

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FaveGirlFriday said:

When he is working, washing my body, I slip into some kind of euphoric trance. I watch him, I'm aware of his movements, but my mind enters a different space. My emotions swell at the sight of him tenderly caring for me. I tense a little when he tells me to spread my legs, but then he's crooning my name, and I love to hear the sound of it drip off his tongue. I spread my legs for him, this beautiful Sir.

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Dr_O said:

He rubs the soap between his hands, making still more lather. Then he steps to your side, just to your right, and slides his left hand over your round wet bottom. He cups one cheek, then the other, rubbing the soap in circles around your tight little ass. Then, at the same time, he places his right hand on your stomach, below your belly button. He works his hand from side to side, down on to your hips and pelvis. As he soaps up your ass with one hand, he slides his other hand even lower, now sliding his fingers through the wet curls of your pubic hair.

His soapy hands keep moving lower. He begins to work his left hand between your ass cheeks, sliding his fingers up and down as they push deeper, and lower. The fingers of his right hand drift downward, between your legs, beginning to curl underneath.

He pauses for a moment. Then, looking in your eyes, he slowly pushes two fingers over your clit and on to the delicate lips of your pussy. At the same time, he slides one soapy fingertip forward across your asshole. He holds his fingers there, and then, so slowly it is almost imperceptible, he begins to rub his fingers over your cunt, gently pushing his soapy fingers over your clit, the folds of your pussy, the outer and inner lips. Simultaneously, he begins to stroke your asshole, one fingertip rubbing the gentle soap forward and back, forward and back against your delicate puckered hole.

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zoelikesjam said:

"You Bastard" I scream totally terrified. The nausea is back again and I gag trying to stop myself from heaving everywhere. I can feel my body start to shake with utter fright "Let me go, please please let me go" I start sobbing again "please" I beg "why are you doing this? I would have done anything you asked, you didn't have to do this. Please let me go"

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FaveGirlFriday said:

I revel in the feel of Sir's talented hands. I didn't know, never expected, that he would be like this. I become nervous when his fingers move in the direction of my ass. He commands my gaze however, not allowing me to become overcome by my fear. He understands my apprehension, and he is soothing me through our connection. Sir is silently willing me to give him my trust, and right now i find it easy to grant his request. I begin to enjoy the sensation of Sir's finger delicately skirting my asshole. I lean my head back, and with a sigh, lay down my burden.

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choklatekoneko said:

She smiled as he nodded-when she had thought about it, she'd always loved approval. Craved it actually-from teachers,parents, boyfriends. It her feel better inside knowing someone else was pleased.

She nodded, her eyes opening to their big, doe-eyed innocence once again, and she listened intensely as she heard his words. She bit her lip, nervousness setting in once again as she realized what she was in for. She was nervous, yes, but something...she couldn't quite pinpoint it out yet-gave her an andrenaline rush thinking what he was saying. If her boyfriend found out-he wouldn't be happy, she knew, however, she knew-and didn't want to- turn back.

"Well..um, Sir. I would use my tongue ring..see?" She sheepishly stuck out her tongue, revealing the white dot, matching her dress. " I'll lick the head of your cock, like a lollipop, staring, moaning while I do it...I'll tighten my mouth around it and twirl my tongue against it. I've heard I'm very good at sucking dick...Sir."

She stopped once again, looking down, her fingers becoming the main focus once again

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Dr_O said:

"Very well," he says.

At that moment, you hear four loud clicks, and the cuffs around your wrists and ankles fall open. You are released. You sit up quickly, rubbing your wrists, looking at him, confused.

He walks around to where you can see him and leans back against the wall casually. He is wearing the same blue suit, white shirt and red tie he wore at the bar. You look down and you are wearing the same green dress.

"You are free to go, Mia," he says, nodding his head toward the only door in the room. "Through that door is an elevator that will take you up to the street, and my driver is waiting with a car to take you home, or wherever you want to go."

He leans forward a bit. "But the other night, when your legs were spread and your wet cunt was open for me, you told me what you think about when you cum. You told me how you crave to be tied down, dominated, fucked and used like a filthy slut. You told me that was your fantasy.

"Well, here it is. Reality is a bit different, isn't it? You're not at home in your bed, gently rubbing your pussy and daydreaming about what it might feel like to really be dominated and used. Right now, you have a chance to live your deepest, darkest fantasy -- for real. Do you know how many people ever get the chance to experience that? Not one in a thousand, Mia. Not one in a thousand.

"But you have that chance, tonight, right now. You can live out your ultimate fantasy. But first, you must acknowledge the situation. You have to trust me, completely, and put yourself in my hands. There will be no safe words, no limits, nothing I will promise not to do to you. You must submit to me totally. And this is what true submission means.

"You are free to go, Mia," he says again, leaning back against the wall. "Through that door is freedom. Control. Security. You can leave now and go back to your life, and you will never see me again." He paused. "But if that is not what you really want, then submit to me. Give yourself to me. Put your wrists and ankles back in the restraints, and lie back down on the table."

"It is up to you."

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zoelikesjam said:

"Okay" I whispered, my voice hoarse from the screaming. I wiped the back of my hand across each cheek but the tears continued to gently fall. "Tie me back up" I said closing my eyes

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Dr_O said:

He feels you relax and smiles, still slowing scrubbing your cunt and asshole with his soapy fingers. Then, you realize that his fingers -- two fingers -- are starting to spread your pussy open, starting to work their way inside your vagina. And at the same time, you feel his other soapy finger gently pushing harder against your asshole, his fingertip twisting gently and ever so slowly into your ass.

"Let me make you clean," he whispers. His fingers start to push deeper inside you.

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FaveGirlFriday said:

"Let me make you clean," he whispers. His fingers start to push deeper inside you.

"Yes, " I whisper, in supplication, in demand, wanting nothing in this world so badly, "make me clean."

My ass and cunt muscles clench, not with intent to expel him, but with the hope of pulling him ever further in.

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Dr_O said:

He steps closer to you, pressing his hard cock against your hip. He slides two fingers deeper in your pussy, then slowly pulls them out. Then he starts to finger-fuck your cunt, twisting his fingers as they glide smoothly in and out, in and out. His thumb presses against your clit on every stroke.

As he works those fingers in and out of your pussy, his other finger pushes a little further into your asshole. The soap on his fingers is gentle, soothing, and there is no pain, no friction, just the feeling of your asshole slowly stretching to accept his finger deeper and deeper. Your mind flashes back to the night of the interview, when he first pushed his finger in your ass, and the night of the restaurant, when he fucked your asshole relentlessly and then made you eat the cum from your ass.

Now his finger is settled all the way in your ass, his palm cupping your bottom gently, as he finger-fucks your pussy a little faster. He watches your face.

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Dr_O said:

"Very good, my dear," he said gently. "I knew this is what you wanted. I hoped you would have the courage to go through with it. But you must do it yourself.

"You must go through the physical act of locking the cuffs around your wrists and ankles, of chaining yourself to the table. Then you will know, and I will know, that you have submitted totally to me. And we will begin."

He waited, watching you.

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