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Submitting Evelyn

Chapter 1

Submitting evelyn (MF, D/s)


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Synopsis: A young Asian business woman gives in to her primal instincts on a flight from San


Francisco to New York.




Part One


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She dressed as he ordered.  No bra, sheer black thongs, the shortest skirt allowed on a


commercial airline flight, light blouse, top two buttons opened to direct the wandering eyes of


any man towards her unsupported 34B breasts. 



They had been communicating via email on and off for over a year.  she met him through a


friend, and had enjoyed his writings on a bdsm fiction website.  His writings had shown erotic


passion and a deep understanding of women's feelings.  In fantasy, he had enflamed her hidden


passions, a desire to serve and be enslaved to a powerful man, her Master.  



Twenty five years old, she had only been married for a year, but her husband, though kind and


gentle, did not understand her need to be punished, bound, restricted, even humiliated.  When


they had sex, she imagined she was being raped by pirates, or other similar adventures.  She


came hard and often.  Her husband was sure it was his lovemaking skills, but it was not.  She


told him of her fantasies, and he laughed them off.  She was loved, but not sexually fulfilled.



And then she read the stories of bondage, of blackmail and humiliation, of collared and pierced


slavery, of total submission, and her juices ran wildly.  She emailed, and submitted more and


more to her Master, the man who knew her heart and soul better than her own husband. Deny


herself as she tried, it was he who knew her deepest needs, who taught her to accept her true


nature. 




Night after night, it was her Master in her mind who was the pirate or slave-trainer that made her


orgasm when her husband was fucking her. In confessing this to her Master, she knew her own


liberation. Her deepest desire was to submit to Him, to know what it felt like to be under his


absolute control. There was no denial anymore. It became her secret routine, to read the emails


from Him just before her husband got home, and she would beg to be fucked on those nights just


recalling her Master’s words.




Eventually, she took pictures of her intimate parts and sent it to her Master, because she knew it


would please him to see the cunt that he owned, and more importantly, sharing a closeup


photograph of her bare ass and slut pussy to the man she never met gave her a secret thrill down


her spine, a thrill that she re-lived frequently at her workplace. She recalled clearly that the first


picture she sent him was of herself in a submissive position, on all fours on the bed, presenting


her naked back and thong-covered ass to him.




[photo 1 removed]




Just two days ago, she had emailed him, “In keeping with your order, i dildo fucked myself about


2 this afternoon, laying on my back, naked, collared, leashed, on my bed, legs spread, and


dreaming of you, my mysterious Master.”




She traveled quite a bit for her job as a <women’s clothing designer> in the San Francisco Bay


area, so when she told her husband she had to fly to New York, to the garment district, he


understood.  In fact, she was on her way to meet her Master in person for the first time.





Part Two


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The airline was quite booked when she made her reservation, so she found herself in seat 56B. 


She hated to be in the middle of three seats, but there was no choice.




With her head of silky black hair that reached up to her ass, she had her share of attention from


the men on the flight when she boarded the plane and made her way down the aisle. The moment


she saw who was sitting next to her, however, her heart skipped a beat.  She had been given


orders by her Master.  She had never considered who she might be sitting next to on the flight.



56A was a young, athletic-looking, black man of college age, reading a sports magazine.  56C


was a white guy, perhaps a few years older than her. He was reading a book.



"Excuse me, Sir," she said politely, and both men looked up.  She made eye contact for only a


moment.  She had been taught by her Master not to look directly into the eyes of any man.



"Sure," smiled the white guy, as he got up from his seat. 



"Thank you, Sir," she said as she slid into her seat.



Both might have been disappointed that the seat would be occupied, leaving them less space, but


the gleam in their eyes, seeing this Asian girl, with a short skirt that revealed a pair of legs that


never seemed to end, sandals with 3 inch heels strapped to her ankles, large hoop fuck-me


earrings, and partially unbuttoned blouse, conveyed that they both believed this was their lucky


day.  When she sat down, the skirt inched up her thighs, revealing more than she wished.  She


tried to pull it down, but then just took the blanket and placed it on her lap.



She said nothing, but within a moment, the black man spoke, asking her the purpose of her


flight.  She responded that it was a business trip.  He engaged her in more conversation, asking


about her job.  She answered politely, including the word "Sir" in most of her sentences.  When


he realized she was showing no interest in him, he gave up on the conversation, deciding to wait


until later and not seem too eager.



The other man had not said anything, and seemed to be resting before take-off.  She pulled out


the airline magazine, and aimlessly flipped through the pages.  Her eye caught one page, with a


cute male model standing next to a blond, advertising jeans.  Her pussy was already active and


juicing, sitting next to these two cute guys, and knowing that at the end of her flight her Master


awaited.  She stared at the photo ad, and her almond eyes blinked rapidly twice, as she focused


on the male model’s crotch.




Her heart beating fast, she remembered her email exchange with her Master that his slut would


hold his cum in her mouth all night if they ever met up for the first time.




These fantasies fueled her obsessions, but they remained exactly that - fantasies. Until now. She


told her Master of a recent vacation trip she took with her husband, to try to rekindle the spark in


their marriage, to spice up their sex life. But she had failed once again. Unable to escape from


the fantasies of Domination and submission in her mind, even during the trip with her husband,


she could not control her urge and found herself making a purchase which she kept secret from


her husband. Afterwards, she had confessed to Him, “Master, i am not sure it is possible to be a


vanilla wife to my husband and a bondage slut with you.  i do have to confess though that on the


trip with my husband last week, i bought myself a dog collar and leash, imagining exactly how


you would have done it. and just as soon as my husband left this morning, i stripped and collared


and leashed myself, which is how i sit now.  And your cunt is dripping like a river.”




She was now on this flight, wearing the clothes He chose for her, bra-less, her collar and leash in


her bag.




Sighing silently, she turned the page.  She wondered what the two men beside her would think if


they knew that she had sent a picture of her shaved cunt to the man she was going to meet for the


first time at the airport they were bound to. For that matter, how would they react, if she turned


the page, and they saw that very photo of her in that magazine on her lap?




[photo 2 removed – face hidden, taken in shower area, one leg on floor, other leg lifted on wall,


widespread thighs with hand pulling cunt lips apart]









Part Three


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The pre-flight routine was done, and it was time to buckle up.  She found the female portion of


the left belt without a problem, but the right side was not under her ass, and she realized the cute


white guy was sitting on the male portion.  And his eyes were closed and he had not moved for


some time.  She could see the attendant making her way up the aisle, knowing that she had to


retrieve the missing part of her belt.  She tugged lightly, and finally, quite embarrassed, pulled


sharply.  The white guy immediately opened his eyes, feeling some movement under his ass.



“i’m _so_ sorry, Sir,” she cooed.  “But you were sitting on the other part of my seat belt.”



He looked at her, then at the portion of the belt she had retrieved, and finally directly into her


eyes, and smiled slightly.  “Sure,” he responded, just as before.



She could not hold his stare, which seemed to bore right through into her very thoughts.  she


buckled her belt over the blanket, sighed slightly, knowing he was still staring at her, and tried to


refocus on the entertainment section of the inflight magazine.



When she felt his gaze depart, she looked up to the television screen, primarily so she could


check using her peripheral vision if he had indeed stopped staring at her.  He had.



The flight took off, drinks were served a few moments later, all three getting a coke.  The movie


began soon thereafter, and both guys pulled out their headsets to watch.  She considered doing so


also, but knew that she would need some rest, so she actually tried to sleep, knowing that within


two hours she had a task to perform for her Master. 




Before she drifted to sleep, she recalled that just the week before, on His instructions, at the


C******* shopping mall she had clipped on her leash, and let it hang into her blouse, and in


fact, below her waist, into her skirt. The memory of her email report to Him afterwards made her


blush, for she wrote that “she was a chained and leashed animal, being led by her natural desires


to cum and masturbate, to be fucked and beg to be fucked, to kiss, to be used and used again, to


kneel with legs wide, to rock back on her back, spreading her pussy lips for her Master to


see.”  She begged her Master to fuck his slutgirl.




And so she slept, not deeply, her pussy already beginning to tingle in anticipation. Being the slut


she was, her head were filled with images of her being made to spread her legs wide and display


her shaved cunt to the men seated on both sides of her, just like in the photo she sent to Master.




[photo 3 removed – ass and cunt shot from back, face looking back, eyes hidden, tongue licking


finger]







Part Four


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The dream was black and white.  It was not a movie, not a consecutive series of events.  Just


feelings.  Just emotion.  Just satisfaction.  Just sexual satisfaction. Perhaps from her act of


submission and permitted orgasm this morning.




She had to wait for her husband to go to the market to obey her Master fully. She took her


clothes off, totally, and folded them neatly and put them beside the computer which she used to


email her cum-reports to Him.  Then taking her dildo, she knelt, placing her forehead on the


floor, as she would greet her Master in person.



In her mind, she waited until he would probably have released her from this position, and


straightening her back, with knees widely spread, she took the dildo in her left hand, and used


her right hand to play with her shaved pussy - His shaved pussy.



She imagined her Master, holding a picture of his shaved cunt, taking her out to dinner, dressed


as she was at the shopping mall.  She knew that he would show the photo to anyone, if she in any way


displeased him, but she had only the desire to obey.  Her cunt was juicing as she knelt there


dreaming.  She was the center of attention, but she loved this, and she felt the juice running down


her thighs.



She began to pant, feeling the building orgasm, knowing that the dildo was to be used only at the


last moment, to symbolize his cock.  And then she screamed, "Master, please use this one's


mouth so that she may cum."  She pushed the dildo into her mouth, deeply carressing it, his cock,


her right hand moving even faster, and then she exploded, unable to contain the volcanic orgasm,


the dildo deep in her throat stifling her scream.



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She awoke with a start, as though someone had touched her.  Had caressed her pussy.  But when


she looked around her, nothing seemed out of the normal.  The black man on the left had given


up on the movie and seemed to be asleep.  The white guy on her right had awakened and was


reading a magazine.  The shades were still pulled on the windows.  The flight had about one and


the half hours more to go.



She reached under her blanket to feel herself.  Through the thin material of her sheer black


thongs, she felt her wetness.  She leaned back in her seat and smiled.  mmmmmmm.



The guy to her right moved, adjusting his position.  she opened her eyes and met his.  He knew! 


How could he?  But she could see it in his eyes as he looked directly into her soul, without


smiling.  He knew!  she smiled slightly and redirected her gaze to the seat in front.



Impossible!  He was just looking.  No way he could know.  Could he?



She quickly pulled her fingers from her cunt, wiping them on the blanket as she placed both


hands on top of the blanket, folding them as though in prayer.  She shut her eyes again, trying to


relax.  She thought of her Master, waiting for her miles ahead.  She thought of his assignment. 


she had another half hour before she had to obey his command.  She smiled.  She loved to obey


her Master.




Suddenly the guy next to her got up, heading towards the toilet.  The movie was winding down. 


The shades were slowly being raised, letting in the light.  It was a though spotlights were coming


on all around her.



Several minutes later, he returned.  Instead of sitting, he just looked at her.  "Would you like to


get out?"



He knew!  He knew she had a job to do.  NO!  He was just being polite.  Wasn't he?



"Yes, Sir," she said, lifting the blanket, sliding out of her seat into the aisle.  He barely gave her


room to pass.  she felt his presence, his nearness, his manliness.



She had a task to perform.









Part Five


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She went to the toilet, and after peeing, did as her Master had ordered.  she removed her now


very wet thongs, evidence of her arousal at the hands of an unseen Master. She sucked on the


soaked crotch panel with her mouth, tasting her own juices, like He wanted. “Look at you, what


a cunt slut,” she could imagine Master telling her with disdain, “creaming your thongs at thirty-


thousand feet on a commercial flight full of people.”




She felt the same high she felt last week while performing her task for Him. She had dressed as


per his instructions to visit the shopping mall near her workplace. Except for the collar and


leash in her purse, the no-bra look, and the highest heels she owned on her feet, she looked every


bit the young, yuppie Asian businesswoman.  she walked around the mall, enjoying the stares she


got, swaying her ass more than usual.  Who would have thought she was a married woman.  she


looked the whore, her lips slightly parted, the same smile that was probably on her face now that


she was obeying Master’s wishes, submitting to his whim and fancies.



“Oh, no,” she thought.  she had forgotten to take her purse, in which to put her panties.  “Now,


what?”  she didn’t want to return to her seat for her purse, act like a silly school girl having her


period, ask the man to reach for her purse, then return to the toilet.  Her thongs were just a little


too large to hide in her small hands.  She finally decided there was no choice, so scrunching the


black thongs in her hand as tight as possible, she exited the toilet and headed back to her seat.



As she neared the seat, he look at her coming down the aisle.  Not at her face, but at her hand. 


He knew!  He smiled!  And he hesitated getting up to let her past.  Finally as though sighing, but


actually breathing deeply, as if hoping to smell the juices that came from her panties, he rose,


saying not a word.



“Thank you, Sir.”



She passed him, once again with very little space, their chests touching, her hair brushing his


chin, and she quickly sat down, pulling the blanket over herself, releasing the hold on the panties


so that they fell onto her lap.



“Are you ok?” he asked, looking at her.



“Yes, why?”



“You just looked a little uncomfortable, or nervous.  Just checking.”



“i’m ok, thank you, Sir,” she replied, and shutting her eyes again, tried to relax, tried to regain


her composure.  But she could not rest for long.  she had a job to do, for according to her orders,


she was now to masturbate, to play with herself, to bring herself off, to juice like a bitch in heat.


As if she wasn’t already a bitch in heat. But now she had to lower herself, give in to her primal


instincts, and behave like what a bitch in heat really needs.



And this she proceeded to do.





Part Six


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With her eyes closed, she obeyed her Master.  she masturbated and fantasized, imagining. He


was fucking her with deep thrusts, filling her needy pussy.  “This animal bitch is submitting to


you Master,” she said softly to herself. her fingers were soon covered with her juices, and still


she continued, slowing when she neared orgasm, knowing she had been ordered not to cum.  she


was lost in another world, a world of pure ecstasy, of total release.



And then she felt the right side of the blanket lifted from her legs, and another hand joined her


beneath the blanket!  His hand!  The guy next to her.  He knew.  He really knew!  And his


fingers slowly replaced hers in her pussy.



her eyes shot open and she looked to the right.  He was pretending to read a magazine, but there


was a slight smile on his face.



“What are you doing, Sir!” she exclaimed, as quietly as possible.



He turned his head to the side and looked directly into her wide eyes.  “Shhhhhhh,” he said.  “Put


both your hands on top of the blanket and lock your fingers together.”



she couldn’t believe what was happening and what she was hearing.  “But…”



“Now,” he ordered forcefully.  “And lean back and shut your eyes.  And enjoy it.”



And she knew she had no choice, so she obeyed, as though the orders had come from her Master. 


His fingers caressed her lips, and eventually ventured deeper into her depths.  His nail scratched


her clit, and her eyes shot open and her body jerked.  she looked at him again, and the smile was


wider, knowing he was nearly driving her crazy with desire.



She needed to cum.  she wanted so badly to come. Like a bitch in heat needs to be fucked.



“Please,” she begged.



“Please, what?” he teased her.



“Please, Sir, please,”



“What do you want?  Do you want me to stop?”



“No,” she admitted.  “Yes,” she changed her mind.  she had been ordered not to cum.  If he


continued, she would have no choice but to experience an involuntary orgasm at his fingers. 


“Yes, please stop.”



“Make up your mind.  Yes or no.”  But he continued stroking her cunt, tugging on her lips, as if


little weights had been attached.



“Yes, please stop.”



“Why,” he asked, “Why should I?”



“Please, Sir. i am not allowed to cum.”



“I can’t hear you.  Say it louder.”



“Please, Sir. i am not allowed to cum.”  Surely she could be heard by those in the seats in front. 


she was totally humiliated and horrified at what was happening at 30,000 feet.



And just like that, he removed his hand, and brought it out from under the blanket.  He held it


before her, and she wondered if he was going to order her to lick his fingers clean.  But he didn’t. 


He got up from his seat and went to the toilet. 



She sighed deeply, so near to orgasm, yet now returning from the mountain top.  Who was this


guy?  How did he know?  What was going to happen next?







Part Seven


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He never returned.  He simply never returned.  The announcement declared that the passengers


should prepare for their arrival in New York.  she considered asking the stewardess about him,


but said nothing.



When he left to apparently wash his hand, he had said nothing.  she had not followed his


progress to the toilets, instead focusing on her own needs.  she had pulled her panties from


beneath the blanket and tucked them in her handbag.  she had taken a handiwipe from her bag to


clean her own hands.  she had considered following him to the toilet, but changed her mind.



More than once she thought it had been a dream.  Where was he?



The plane touched down at JFK and she followed the other economy passengers towards the


baggage area.  she could feel the cool air conditioning breezes on her pantiless and shaved cunt. 


she shivered with excitement.



Her Master had told her he would be there to meet her.  He knew her picture from her yahoo


profile, but she had never seen his.  she scanned the baggage area, looking for a man with a


collar and leash.  He had told her to expect this, that he would be waiting.



She was one of the last to retrieve her small bag off the carousel.  She bent her knees slightly to


reach for her bag.  she knew that to do otherwise would clearly expose her naked ass.  she tossed


the strap over her shoulder and turned.  Later she would claim that she felt his presence before


she saw him.  It was the man in seat 24C!  Staring at her, with his enigmatic smile, leaning


against a pillar.  With a collar and leash in his left hand.



Her legs quivered, but she managed to walk slowly towards him, nearer and nearer.  she stopped


about 1 meter from him, with her eyes lowered, and said, “It was you, Sir.”



“Closer,” he ordered, and she obeyed.



He reached out with his right hand, snaking under her dress, and inserting two fingers in her


dripping cunt, pulled her against him.  She gasped.



“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, and pulled his hand from under her dress.  “This time


you lick it clean,” and she obeyed, taking his fingers into her mouth, as the carousel, and time


stopped. 




He pulled his fingers from her mouth, took the collar and encircled her neck, locking it with a


small padlock. His eyes looked lovingly at the two engraved words – her first name and last


name - on the small polished brass nameplate centered on the collar, and he said, “my slutgirl :


evelyn ****”, before he gazed upon her fair face again.




With that, he lifted her chin with his fingers, and looked into her eyes.  “I had two seats on the


flight - one in first class, and the one next to you.  I had to be sure you looked like your profile,


and that you would indeed obey.  You have pleased me, my pet bitch.”



There were tears in her eyes – of joy or humiliation, she wasn’t sure herself.  He clipped the


leash onto the ring at the front of the collar, and led her from the terminal, as many pair of


curious eyes looked on at the grown woman, submitting herself to be treated like a pet.



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EPILOGUE




“Come with me pet, you have a full schedule this week already, living your new life as a canine


bitch from now on. There’s all these people in New York who wanted to see you after I posted


the story and your pictures to BDSMLibrary and to slaveregister.com.”






Slaveregister number:


537-120-***


Profile created on:


22 Jun 2006


Last visit:


** days ago


Location:


San Francisco


Country:


USA


Gender:


female


Yahoo ID:


****


Age:


28


Hair colour:


black


Eye colour:


brown




Height: 5ft 2"; Weight: 7st 6lb; BMI: 18.9; Collar size: 11¾"; Wrist size: 4½"; Ankle size: 5¼"




Shortest skirt: Micro mini.


Highest heels: 5 inches.


Frequency of masturbation on average: 6 times a week.


Quote: i am married, but convinced that my submissive nature can only be controlled under the collar of


a Master.




The Slave Register certificate for 537-120-*** records that the registrant has been a submissive


in service since 1st May 2006.











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