The Submissive In Her. M/f. Part 3 added
Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2020 7:50 am
Well I know so many of you are eagerly awaiting the next update with regards to my tale of Susan and her birthday surprises but this is an idea I’ve had bouncing around in my mind for a while now. So please take the time to read part one, to express your thoughts and ideas. But most of all, tell me if it’s an idea, a story you’d like me to continue.
Thanks
Bandit666.
The submissive in her
part one……..
It had been a bitterly cold day, and now the heavy frost was settled over the northeast of England. Looking up at the clock as I warmed myself by the fire I’d been shocked to see it was already approaching 11.30. So engrossed in the latest Clive Cussler novel as I had been, three hours had passed by so quickly.
Laying the book down on the small table next to my black leather sofa, I yawned, and stretched. Standing I prepared to retire for the night when my thoughts were interrupted by the incisive chiming of my iPhone.
Looking down it was Michael, my best friend since our school days. “Oh no this isn’t good”, I thought to myself as I answered. For the hour was late, and I knew his marriage had been on the rocks for many a month now.
“Hello my friend”, I responded upon answering, hoping I sounded cheerful, but not overly so. As I knew it would be wrong to let my expectations show. “What really, right now?”, I inquired. Just a little shocked when he asked me to come over as quickly as possible.
“Err, well sure no problem”, I replied. For I was able to tell by his tone it was urgent, and couldn’t wait till morning. “I’ll be there as soon as possible”, I remarked. While already reaching for the keys to both my 2018 Mustang GT and home.
Now the journey to Michaels wasn’t a long one. 10-15 minutes at the most. But that night it might well have been 10-15 hours.
It appeared to take an age for the windscreen to de-ice, for the leather seat to warm up. And all while my mind raced.
“He’s finally snapped, told her to get out and never return”, I considered silently as I entered the A1M heading towards Durham, travelling just a little quicker than I should.
“No he couldn’t have”, I told myself while taking the Chester-Le-Street exit at a little over 100mph.
“He just needs to talk, to let off a little steam, yes that’s what it is”, I thought, trying desperately hard to convince myself that was the case.
“Yes that’s it, it’s got to be that”, I decided, as I cut through the old market place. Still rather faster than I should.
“You’re just reading to much into it all”, I reprimanded myself while heading up the short but surprisingly steep bank towards his home.
But then, upon entering his street, as the rear end of the Mustang skipping out on an especially icy patch, my headLights picked out the fact he stood waiting in the doorway of his home.
Naturally my heart sink, at the thought of what lay ahead. And yet as I pulled over to a stop, there was no sign of sadness, no look of shattered dreams.
“Hello son”, I said my Geordie accent and dialect just as strong as always. “So what drags me out here at such a late hour”, I asked, trying to keep the tone light, and we clasped hands in friendship.
“Oh, that will become obvious”, he replied, his tone relaxed and none to stressed. “But first come in out of the cold”, he continued stepping to one side. “You’ll find Charlottes in the living room waiting for us”, he added with a rather unnerving smile.
“Hello Charlotte”, I offered in greeting, as I entered the room. Whilst doing my best not to show my natural disliking for the normally, arrogant, self righteous, obnoxious, cant do anything wrong brunette my friend called his wife. Before falling silent.
“No you’re not seeing things”, Michael told me. No doubt sensing my shock, my total disbelief at the sight that greeted me. “But I can explain”, he added. As I took a moment or two too take stock of what lay before me.
“I’m sure you can”, I replied. Watching as Charlottes face took on almost the same shade of pink as the lace panties and matching bra she wore.
“As I certainly wasn’t expecting to see this when you asked me over”, I continued. While admiring how securely her wrists and elbows had been bound together.
“But then I’m sure you have your reasons”, I added. Although I couldn’t help but admit to myself how wonderful his wife looked placed in a tight hogtie. How wonderfully well the ball gag packed her normally obnoxious mouth.
“Yes I guess we owe you an explanation”, he responded, as he took a seat.
“As you know we’ve been have problems with our relationship for quite some time”, he said with a loud sigh. Although that in its own right wasn’t an explanation, nor a huge secret.
“Well tonight, it got a little out of hand, the yelling, the shouting, the words that were exchanged”, he stated, sorrow in his eyes.
“And then something just snapped, something Charlotte admitted hit home”, he continued his expression serious, almost grave.
“In fact it got so bad I told Charlotte if she didn’t agree to become more submissive, more respectful of my thoughts, of those from people I respected it was over”, he added, while with great difficulty Charlotte rolled onto her side so she could face us both.
“And well, this is the result”, he told me gesturing towards his helplessly bound and gagged wife.
“I see, so where exactly do I fit in to all of this”, I asked, although, secretly I knew the answer. I knew Michael was aware of my past experiences. That he knew about the time I’d spent training submissive women for others. The time I spent training submissive women for myself. Knew about my relationships with more that one partner.
“Err, well, umm, that’s pretty simply really”, his explanation began.
“You see Charlotte has two weeks off work, starting this evening”, he continued looking me directly in the eye. As if searching for a glimmer of acceptance.
“and we know you are available too”, he added, before falling silent. Clearly waiting for my response.
“Well that’s true, I do have some time owing”, I acknowledge, having taken a deep breath.
“So we were, well, emm, hoping you would be agreeable to taking her into, Err training”, he continued. Just a little flustered by the direction he was taking the conversation.
“I see, and Charlotte is completely agreeable with what you’ve just said”, I asked a little sceptically considering her past behaviour.
“Oh yes, in fact it was her idea”, Michael informed me. Looking over towards his bound and gagged wife. Who simply nodded.
“Well, I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t expecting this when you called me”, I responded with a deep breath.
“And there will be rules, some of which neither of you may particularly like”, I continued. While looking between my friend and his wife.
“Yes, yes of course”, Michael replied. While once again Charlotte just nodded.
“For a start, should I agree to take Charlotte away with me tonight for training, it will be the last contact you have with one another until I’m finished”, I stated. Watching for a reaction
“Okay, I understand”, Michael replied. Seeming rather unconcerned.
“But what if there’s an emergency of some kind?”, he understandably asked.
“Good point”, I acknowledged. “In such a situation you can simply call me, and we’ll discuss if it warrants her temporary release”, I informed.
“Release?”, he asked. Looking a little puzzled.
“Yes release”, I answered. “As that’s rule number two. Charlotte has to understand and accept that she will spend large amounts of time restrained and gagged”, I added. Looking down towards his helpless wife.
“Ah, yes, I never thought of it that way”, my friend responded.
“Do you accept that, Lottie?”, he asked of his wife.
“Mmmm, mmmm”, she answered passed the ball gag. While nodding her head.
“Good, then we are heading in the right direction”, I continued. Doing my best to disguise the fact I was getting all the more interested in changing Charlottes demeanour.
“But then you must also understand, and accept rule three, especially you Charlotte, that I decide if any punishment is required, if any misdemeanour has occurred”, I when on to state.
“What sort of punishments?”, Michael enquired. No doubt on his wife’s behalf.
“Oh they can be as simple as a good hard spanking, or cold shower”, I responded.
“Through to receiving the cane, paddle or flogger”, I continued. Pausing not only for them to absorb what I’d just stated, but also for effect.
“As well as things more intimate and sexual”, I added. Rather bluntly, rather matter of fact.
“Sexual?”, Michael interjected. His eyes wide open. His tone one of shock.
“Yes, sexual, and no, before you ask, I will not under any circumstance be getting into bed with Charlotte”, I informed.
“But that is rule four, the biggest rule of all”, I continued.
“You must both accept that I will, with the use of sex aids control Charlottes urges, use them to train her, to punish her, to change her into being a true submissive”, I added. Before falling silent.
“Well I wasn’t expect that part”, my friend stated. After a short, but slightly uncomfortable silence.
“Could you maybe, give us a minute or two to discuss what you’ve told us thus far?”, he asked of me.
“Yes, yes of course, I will wait in the car”, I replied. Wondering if maybe I should have left that part out of my statement of acceptance.
“Should you agree to those rules, simply pack all of Charlottes clothes into a case and fetch that along side her, still bound and gagged to the car. If you don’t I fully understand and our friendship will never change”, I added while standing………………………….
Thanks
Bandit666.
The submissive in her
part one……..
It had been a bitterly cold day, and now the heavy frost was settled over the northeast of England. Looking up at the clock as I warmed myself by the fire I’d been shocked to see it was already approaching 11.30. So engrossed in the latest Clive Cussler novel as I had been, three hours had passed by so quickly.
Laying the book down on the small table next to my black leather sofa, I yawned, and stretched. Standing I prepared to retire for the night when my thoughts were interrupted by the incisive chiming of my iPhone.
Looking down it was Michael, my best friend since our school days. “Oh no this isn’t good”, I thought to myself as I answered. For the hour was late, and I knew his marriage had been on the rocks for many a month now.
“Hello my friend”, I responded upon answering, hoping I sounded cheerful, but not overly so. As I knew it would be wrong to let my expectations show. “What really, right now?”, I inquired. Just a little shocked when he asked me to come over as quickly as possible.
“Err, well sure no problem”, I replied. For I was able to tell by his tone it was urgent, and couldn’t wait till morning. “I’ll be there as soon as possible”, I remarked. While already reaching for the keys to both my 2018 Mustang GT and home.
Now the journey to Michaels wasn’t a long one. 10-15 minutes at the most. But that night it might well have been 10-15 hours.
It appeared to take an age for the windscreen to de-ice, for the leather seat to warm up. And all while my mind raced.
“He’s finally snapped, told her to get out and never return”, I considered silently as I entered the A1M heading towards Durham, travelling just a little quicker than I should.
“No he couldn’t have”, I told myself while taking the Chester-Le-Street exit at a little over 100mph.
“He just needs to talk, to let off a little steam, yes that’s what it is”, I thought, trying desperately hard to convince myself that was the case.
“Yes that’s it, it’s got to be that”, I decided, as I cut through the old market place. Still rather faster than I should.
“You’re just reading to much into it all”, I reprimanded myself while heading up the short but surprisingly steep bank towards his home.
But then, upon entering his street, as the rear end of the Mustang skipping out on an especially icy patch, my headLights picked out the fact he stood waiting in the doorway of his home.
Naturally my heart sink, at the thought of what lay ahead. And yet as I pulled over to a stop, there was no sign of sadness, no look of shattered dreams.
“Hello son”, I said my Geordie accent and dialect just as strong as always. “So what drags me out here at such a late hour”, I asked, trying to keep the tone light, and we clasped hands in friendship.
“Oh, that will become obvious”, he replied, his tone relaxed and none to stressed. “But first come in out of the cold”, he continued stepping to one side. “You’ll find Charlottes in the living room waiting for us”, he added with a rather unnerving smile.
“Hello Charlotte”, I offered in greeting, as I entered the room. Whilst doing my best not to show my natural disliking for the normally, arrogant, self righteous, obnoxious, cant do anything wrong brunette my friend called his wife. Before falling silent.
“No you’re not seeing things”, Michael told me. No doubt sensing my shock, my total disbelief at the sight that greeted me. “But I can explain”, he added. As I took a moment or two too take stock of what lay before me.
“I’m sure you can”, I replied. Watching as Charlottes face took on almost the same shade of pink as the lace panties and matching bra she wore.
“As I certainly wasn’t expecting to see this when you asked me over”, I continued. While admiring how securely her wrists and elbows had been bound together.
“But then I’m sure you have your reasons”, I added. Although I couldn’t help but admit to myself how wonderful his wife looked placed in a tight hogtie. How wonderfully well the ball gag packed her normally obnoxious mouth.
“Yes I guess we owe you an explanation”, he responded, as he took a seat.
“As you know we’ve been have problems with our relationship for quite some time”, he said with a loud sigh. Although that in its own right wasn’t an explanation, nor a huge secret.
“Well tonight, it got a little out of hand, the yelling, the shouting, the words that were exchanged”, he stated, sorrow in his eyes.
“And then something just snapped, something Charlotte admitted hit home”, he continued his expression serious, almost grave.
“In fact it got so bad I told Charlotte if she didn’t agree to become more submissive, more respectful of my thoughts, of those from people I respected it was over”, he added, while with great difficulty Charlotte rolled onto her side so she could face us both.
“And well, this is the result”, he told me gesturing towards his helplessly bound and gagged wife.
“I see, so where exactly do I fit in to all of this”, I asked, although, secretly I knew the answer. I knew Michael was aware of my past experiences. That he knew about the time I’d spent training submissive women for others. The time I spent training submissive women for myself. Knew about my relationships with more that one partner.
“Err, well, umm, that’s pretty simply really”, his explanation began.
“You see Charlotte has two weeks off work, starting this evening”, he continued looking me directly in the eye. As if searching for a glimmer of acceptance.
“and we know you are available too”, he added, before falling silent. Clearly waiting for my response.
“Well that’s true, I do have some time owing”, I acknowledge, having taken a deep breath.
“So we were, well, emm, hoping you would be agreeable to taking her into, Err training”, he continued. Just a little flustered by the direction he was taking the conversation.
“I see, and Charlotte is completely agreeable with what you’ve just said”, I asked a little sceptically considering her past behaviour.
“Oh yes, in fact it was her idea”, Michael informed me. Looking over towards his bound and gagged wife. Who simply nodded.
“Well, I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t expecting this when you called me”, I responded with a deep breath.
“And there will be rules, some of which neither of you may particularly like”, I continued. While looking between my friend and his wife.
“Yes, yes of course”, Michael replied. While once again Charlotte just nodded.
“For a start, should I agree to take Charlotte away with me tonight for training, it will be the last contact you have with one another until I’m finished”, I stated. Watching for a reaction
“Okay, I understand”, Michael replied. Seeming rather unconcerned.
“But what if there’s an emergency of some kind?”, he understandably asked.
“Good point”, I acknowledged. “In such a situation you can simply call me, and we’ll discuss if it warrants her temporary release”, I informed.
“Release?”, he asked. Looking a little puzzled.
“Yes release”, I answered. “As that’s rule number two. Charlotte has to understand and accept that she will spend large amounts of time restrained and gagged”, I added. Looking down towards his helpless wife.
“Ah, yes, I never thought of it that way”, my friend responded.
“Do you accept that, Lottie?”, he asked of his wife.
“Mmmm, mmmm”, she answered passed the ball gag. While nodding her head.
“Good, then we are heading in the right direction”, I continued. Doing my best to disguise the fact I was getting all the more interested in changing Charlottes demeanour.
“But then you must also understand, and accept rule three, especially you Charlotte, that I decide if any punishment is required, if any misdemeanour has occurred”, I when on to state.
“What sort of punishments?”, Michael enquired. No doubt on his wife’s behalf.
“Oh they can be as simple as a good hard spanking, or cold shower”, I responded.
“Through to receiving the cane, paddle or flogger”, I continued. Pausing not only for them to absorb what I’d just stated, but also for effect.
“As well as things more intimate and sexual”, I added. Rather bluntly, rather matter of fact.
“Sexual?”, Michael interjected. His eyes wide open. His tone one of shock.
“Yes, sexual, and no, before you ask, I will not under any circumstance be getting into bed with Charlotte”, I informed.
“But that is rule four, the biggest rule of all”, I continued.
“You must both accept that I will, with the use of sex aids control Charlottes urges, use them to train her, to punish her, to change her into being a true submissive”, I added. Before falling silent.
“Well I wasn’t expect that part”, my friend stated. After a short, but slightly uncomfortable silence.
“Could you maybe, give us a minute or two to discuss what you’ve told us thus far?”, he asked of me.
“Yes, yes of course, I will wait in the car”, I replied. Wondering if maybe I should have left that part out of my statement of acceptance.
“Should you agree to those rules, simply pack all of Charlottes clothes into a case and fetch that along side her, still bound and gagged to the car. If you don’t I fully understand and our friendship will never change”, I added while standing………………………….