Author: Backstory
Title: Sandra's Submission 03: One Phone Call
Part: Chapter 3
Universe: Sandra's Submission
Summary: Sandra struggles to decide whether she should call James, and eventually decides she will - the most terrifying and exciting decision of her life.
Keywords: MF, cons, bd, rough, oral, toys

by Backstory
will.backstory@googlemail.com

Chapter 3: One Phone Call
(MF cons bd rough oral toys)

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!
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This story is intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of situations are real, or even based on any real people or events.
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Chapter 3: One Phone Call (MF cons bd rough oral toys)

"Let's just say I can still taste his cum, a little bit."

"Holy shit, so you sucked his dick?  What, right there in the coat room?"  Sandra had met Laura at this Starbucks, but was suddenly wishing they had met somewhere a little more private.

"Yes, I mean, it wasn't my idea - he made me do it."  She saw Laura's expression change, and she quickly added, "Not like that, I mean, I let him make me do it."

"No that's good."  Her friend was nodding her head in something like amazement, or maybe even envy, "So when do you see him again?"

Sandra sighed.  "That's just it.  I don't know."

"You don't know?  Did you give him your number?"

"He gave me his... he could tell I was confused and hesitant after... after we were finished, and he told me to call him, if I wanted to."

"This may seem like an obvious question, but do you want to?"

"I think so..."

Laura looked at her as though she weren't understanding a simple math problem.  "Yes, Sandra, the answer is yes.  Your brain just hasn't caught up to what your body's already figured out.  You followed him when he left the table, you let him stick his finger in your pussy and make you cum... Jesus Christ, you got on your knees in a public place, sucked his cock, and swallowed his cum.  Bitch, you want to call this man.  Fuck, it's getting me hot, just talking about it."

"I know.  I'm just really, really scared about what's going to happen to my life if I give in to this."

"Here's what I think.  And it's just what I think.  Go with what you feel in you gut.  Your brain will figure it out, eventually."

"My gut, huh?"

"Yeah.  Fancy word for your pussy."

"Ha ha.  So you think I should call him."

"Am I stuttering?  I think you NEED to call him, Sandra."

"God, I'm just so scared that I'm going to make the wrong choice here and regret it."

"You know what, I'm gonna just tell you what's going to happen.  First, I am going to take you out shopping for some nice sexy underwear, then you are going to go home and put on something lacy and sexy, and you are going to call James.  When he answers the phone, you'll tell him that you want to see him, tonight if possible.  How does that sound?"

"I don't know.  Wonderful?  Terrifying?"

"Oh, you're impossible.  Will you come with me?"

"Yes."

***

As Sandra arrived back at her home, she closed and locked the door and sat down in her living room with the large Victoria's Secret bag.  She had never really owned anything much sexier than the plain cotton panties and bras that currently filled her top dresser drawer.  

She tried on several of the outfits that she had bought with Laura, looking at herself in the mirror, imagining what James might think of them.  She settled on a dark, lacy set of panties and bra, then picked up her phone, and the card James had given her.  She settled onto her bed and opened her phone.

She turned the card over and over in her hand.  What was she supposed to say when he picked up?  Was he going to do all the talking?  Was she supposed to tell him that she couldn't stop thinking about his cock, or how much she wanted to feel it in her pussy?  Could she even do that?

Slowly, she closed her phone and put it onto the bedside table.  It was getting a little late - she could always call in the morning.  It was an excuse, and she knew it, but she was just too afraid to call now.  She turned on her side and held the business card up to read it again.

James.

She stared at the name, remember the feeling of his hands on her head, and his warm cock pushing down into her throat.

James.

She remembered the feeling, and the taste of his cum, as he filled her mouth with it.

James.

She slid a hand down her new, sexy panties and began to rub her clit, remembering his rough fingers touching her there, and inside her.  She pushed two fingers into her pussy, her thumb moving to her clit, then put the little white card down on the bed next to her and ran a hand over her breasts.  In her mind, the fingers inside of her pussy, and the hand groping at her breasts were James's hands.  Very slowly, she brought herself to orgasm.  When her spasming body began to relax, her eyes focused again on the little white card.

James.

"Tomorrow," she whispered to herself, as she drifted toward sleep, "I promise."  She fell asleep then, her hand still in her panties, pressed against her pussy.

***

The next morning, she took a shower.  Her body was literally trembling because she knew that she was going to call James that morning.  When her shower was done, she stepped out, dried herself off, and stepped naked into her bedroom, dropping her towel onto a chair along the way.  She was acutely conscious of her nakedness - feeling her naked body as a sexual thing.

She grabbed her phone and his card, then laid down, naked, on the bed.  Without letting herself think, she dialed the number on the little white card.  After a few rings, he answered.

"Hello?" 

The sound of his voice increased her nervousness, but she managed to speak evenly.  "Hello James.  This is Sandra."

"Oh, Sandra," His voice was warm.  "I didn't recognize the number, and I thought it might be you.  I'm glad you called."

"Yes, well..." She paused for a long time, not knowing what she should say.  She thought he would speak, but apparently he was waiting for her to finish.  "I'm sorry... I'm a little nervous.  I don't know what to say."

"Well, why don't you tell me why you called?"

"I... well, I want to see you again.  I thought maybe today, if you're free..."

"Sandra, I want you to tell me, very plainly, what you want from me."

She took a deep breath.  No sense being coy.  "I want you to fuck me, James."

"Good."  He paused.  "I'll tell you what.  We can get together today and talk about what you'll need to do to earn that."

"Um... okay..." That took her by surprise a little bit.  Earn it?

"Good.  Would you like to come to my apartment, or would you rather I visited you?"

That was a good question.  Maybe best to be safe and have him come to her apartment.  He agreed and she gave him the address.

***

He arrived twenty minutes later, knocking loudly on the door.  She checked her dress in the mirror.  As good a dress as any to lose your virginity in.  She adjusted her breasts slightly, then went to the door.  After steeling herself, she opened it, and saw James, dressed nicely, carrying a briefcase.  She wasn't sure what to expect, but he didn't seem like he was about to fuck her right there in the hallway, so she tried to relax.  They regarded each other silently for a few moments before he spoke.

"Were you going to invite me in?" He asked, startling her.

"Oh, yes, of course, come in, please."

"Thank you." he said, coming in from the hallway and closing the door behind him.

"Did you find this place, okay?"

"Yes, no problems.  I have this coat, if you could take it for me."  He started removing his coat.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, yes, please, let me take it for you."

"Thank you," he said, handing it to her.  She carefully hung it in her closet, aware that he was watching her every move.  She led him into the living room, wondering what it was she should be doing next.

He sat down in a chair, putting his briefcase beside it, and looked up at her.  "Why don't you get me a drink?  Do you have any beer?"

"Um... no, I don't...I have..."

"Just water then."

"Okay."

She brought him a glass of water from the kitchen and he took a long sip, then put it carefully down on her coffee table, on a coaster.  She had a terrible sense that she was failing at something.

"You look nice."

She started to sit on the couch, opposite him.  "Thank you, I..."

"No, don't sit."

She stopped herself, then looked at him, totally at a loss.

"Take your panties off, please.

"I... okay."  Butterflies in her stomach again.  She wondered if he could see her body shaking.  Slowly, she reached her hands up under her dress and slid the new, black, lacy panties down, and stepped out of them.

"Good.  Now you can kneel here."  He pointed to a section of floor in front of the chair, next to his legs.

She bit her lip, then slowly sank to her knees and knelt next to him.

He picked up his briefcase, laid it on his lap, and opened it, then looked up at her.  "Sandra, I want to lay out some ground rules so that you can feel safe.  I want you to know that you can trust me.  As a symbol of that trust, I'm going to give you a safeword.  Do you know what that is?"

"I think so..."

"It's a word you can use at any time to stop anything that is making you uncomfortable, or hurting you.  If you say your safeword, no matter what we're doing, I'll know that we need to stop immediately.  It doesn't matter what the word is - it can be anything that is unrelated to the kinds of things that go on in the bedroom.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to be your safeword?"

"Oh, I don't know."

"It's not important what it is, just that we both know it."

She shook her head, "I don't know... soda?"

"Okay.  Soda.  You can use your safeword any time you want to, but I ask that you please never use it, if you can help it.  I promise that I will take care of you."  He closed the briefcase as he said this, and she saw that he held a velvety, black blindfold.  "I think I'm ready to get started with you.  Lean over here, please, so I can put this on you."

She leaned forward, putting her hands on his leg, and he carefully put the blindfold on her.  It was comfortable, and very effective.  She couldn't see anything.  She heard, and felt him stand up, and pull his pants down.  After a moment he guided her to her left, in front of him, and then sat back down.  She realized that she was now kneeling between his thighs.

"Sandra, I want you to take some time with my cock.  Use your hands and your mouth and get familiar with how I feel.  My size, my shape... this is your cock now, and it's going to be a big part of your life."

She reached forward, tentatively, and took him in her hands.  He was partly hard, but not as big and hard as he had been the day before, when she'd sucked him in the coat room.  She stroked him gently, feeling how soft he was, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.  She felt him expanding in her mouth, and started moving her head up and down, almost instinctively.

"This is not about sucking my dick, or making me cum.  Just spend some time exploring with your mouth and your hands."

She stopped sucking, and pushed her tongue against him, sliding it against his shaft, and up to the head.  She let him fall from her mouth and wrapped both of her hands around him, feeling the bulk of him.  She licked at the head of his cock, letting her tongue move over its edges and curves, then lifted his dick upwards, exposing his balls.  She tentatively licked him there, then opened her mouth and gently took one of his balls, gently sucking it.

She continued exploring him like this for some time, until he gently pushed her back, and stood up, taking her hand as he did so, pulling her to her feet.

"I'd like to take you to the bedroom now.  I think I can see where that is.  Come with me."  He led her through her own apartment, then laid her down on her bed.  She heard the snap of his briefcase opening again.  "Please put your wrists together in front of you."

She did as he said, and soon she felt coarse rope being wrapped around and around her wrists.  After a minute or so, the rope pulled her hands upward, above her head.  A few moments later, she felt his hand on her cheek, then her shoulder, then her breast.  Almost instinctively, her hands started to move downward, but the rope held them securely above her head.

She felt something cold and metallic against her neck, sliding downward toward her breasts.  He lifted her dress slightly, and the metal slid under it.  She realized that it was a pair of scissors when he began cutting her dress down the middle, all the way to the bottom.  She felt the air on her body as he opened her dress up.  He cut the center of her nice new Victoria's Secret bra as well, exposing her breasts.

Rough hands moved across her body then, from her stomach, up to her breasts.  He grabbed one in each of his hands, and squeezed them, not at all gently.  In fact, she found herself squirming away from him as he began to really squeeze and maul her little tits.

"Sit still." he said forcefully, "Don't try to pull away from me."  She grimaced, but resisted the urge to shrink away as he rolled and mashed her breasts in his hands.  Despite the pain, she was starting to get really turned on.

After a few minutes abusing her breasts, James' fingers found her nipples and began to squeeze and tug on them.  He started out relatively gently, but it soon felt like he was trying to lift her off the bed by her nipples.  She knew she could stop him if she needed to, but she was determined not to use her safeword unless she really felt like she was in danger.

After what seemed like an eternity, he released her nipples, and put his hands over her breasts, rolling them around in little circles, much more gently.  She felt his breath on her face, then felt him gently lick and kiss her lips.  His right hand left her breast, and slowly made it's way downward, while in his left hand, he gently held her neck and jaw, as he kissed her.

As his hand crept closer to her pussy, she realized that she had been rhythmically moving her hips for she didn't know how long.  He broke off their kiss, and she took in a sharp breath as his fingers touched her clit.  Two fingers easily slid between her lips and into her, and she was amazed at how wet she was.  She arched her back and let out a soft, low moan as he rubbed the sensitive area up inside of her.

"You may not cum until I tell you to." he said.  She let out a disappointed little noise, wondering just how she was supposed to stop herself if he kept up what he was doing.  Thankfully, he only fingered her for a few seconds more, and then removed his fingers and put them to her lips.  She opened her mouth for him, licking his fingers, and tasting her pussy.

He let them slip out of her mouth, then kissed her again.  After a moment, he broke away, and she heard the briefcase again.  he wrapped rope around each of her ankles, in turn, and tied the ends to her headboard.  When he had finished, her legs were spread far apart, and pulled back far enough that her ass was lifted off of the bed.  Her arms were still tied up over her head.  She had never felt quite so exposed and helpless.

She felt him settle on the bed, between her legs, but he didn't do anything with her for a minute or more.  Suddenly, she felt his breath on her pussy, and she knew what was going to happen just a moment before it did.

The feeling of his tongue on her pussy was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced.  She had always imagined that oral sex would be like a dog licking her, but that wasn't at all what it was like.  As deeply and as passionately as he had kissed her mouth earlier, he now kissed her most private opening, his tongue sliding down into her, and then up and out, to flick playfully at her clit.  Her breathing increased, and she began, almost involuntarily, to grind her pussy into his face.

He drew back and said, "You man not cum." before pressing his mouth once more against her pussy.

"James, I can't... I can't stop it..."  She tried to pull away from him, but he stayed right with her.  She began gasping and making little whining noises, trying to stop the inevitable, as his tongue flicked up onto her clit until his entire mouth found it and he started sucking and licking her sensitive little button.  This sent her over the edge, and her entire body began to spasm with a powerful orgasm.  He did not stop licking her as she came.

It lasted much longer than the orgasm he had given her the day before, in the coat closet, but she was ashamed that she had not been able to hold herself back.  As her orgasm subsided, James slowed, then stopped licking her.

"Did I give you permission to cum?"

"James, I'm sorry..."  He slapped her ass, quite hard.

"I asked if you had permission to cum."  He put his hand to her pussy, which was wet with her cum and his saliva, and rubbed her there.

"No, James."

"Then why did you cum?"

"I don't know."  She let out a cry of pain as he slapped her ass again, this time on the other cheek.  His hand returned to her pussy, softly rubbing her.

"Don't tell me you don't know.  Why did you cum without permission?"

"Because..." she paused, her mind racing.  After about five seconds, he lifted his hand from her pussy.  "Because I couldn't stop it from happening."  She blurted.  His hand returned, gently, to her pussy, and her entire body relaxed.

"That's right.  You will have to learn much better control of your body, if you want want to feel my cock in your cunt.  Do you want that?

"Yes.  Please, I do."

"Say it."

She struggled with her own inhibition for a moment, then spoke.  "I want to have your cock in... my cunt."

"Are you willing to work on controlling your body, so that you can stop from cumming without permission?"

"Yes, I am." she said.

"And you're willing to give control of your orgasm to me?"

"Yes."

"Good.  We'll work on this together.  But that's just one of the rules I'll need you to accept if you want to serve me, Sandra.  I'm going to go through your other rules, and I need you to tell me if you accept them or if you have a problem with any of them."

"Okay."  He continued to rub her pussy and clit, gently, and had started sliding his finger in and out of her every now and then.  She tried to keep her mind off of this attention, so she wouldn't get into a state she couldn't control.

"Rule number one is that you must do what I tell you to do.  This is your most important rule, and all the other rules, and really this entire relationship, depend on your dedication to this rule.  You may use your safeword if what you are told to do is truly unacceptable to you, though I hope you will rarely or never feel it necessary.

"In return for your acceptance of this rule, I promise that I will take care of you, and also, I will never endanger your career or other aspects of your life, outside our relationship.  Will you accept this rule?"

"Yes, James."  His finger was spending more time rubbing at her clit now, and when he pushed into her, he would press against that sensitive area inside of her pussy a few times before sliding out.

"Good.  The second rule, you've already agreed to - that you will not cum without my permission.  This applies twenty-four hours a day.  If I'm not with you when you want to cum, you can call me, or text me to ask permission, and I will give you an answer when I can.

"Obviously, I have to trust that you will keep this rule.  If you ever cum without my permission, I expect that you will tell me.  In return for your accepting this rule, I promise that I will take my responsibility for control of your orgasm seriously, and when I deny you permission, it will be in the interest of increasing our shared pleasure, in the long run.  Is that okay with you?"

"Yes."  She was beginning to seriously squirm from the attention to her pussy.  She swore to herself that she'd control herself better this time, though.

"The third rule we've already talked about as well.  You are responsible for taking care of my cock.  There should be nothing more important to you than this - not even your own desires or pleasure.  In addition to this, when I cum, it is your responsibility to swallow it.  If I cum in your mouth, this should be automatic.  If I cum anywhere else, like on your tits, you need to get as much of it into your mouth as you can, to swallow it.  Swallowing my cum is a very important responsibility, and you should do your best not to waste any.

In return for your devotion to my cock, and to swallowing my cum, you may consider my cock to be for you alone, as I will look to you, and only you, to fulfill my sexual needs.  Do you accept this responsibility?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Do you understand the seriousness of this responsibility?  There are a lot of cunts out there.  If I am to entrust the care of my cock, and of all my sexual needs to you, I need to know that you will devote yourself, completely, to the task."

"Yes, James, I will.  I promise."

"Good."

"James?"

"Yes?"

"May I please cum?"  His attention to her pussy, and the topic of conversation were proving to much for her, and she could feel an orgasm coming.

"No, you may not."  She squinted her eyes in concentration under the blindfold, but thankfully he eased off of her clit, and began stroking her in a way that was less likely to drive her to immediately orgasm.  "What are the rules so far?"

She thought for a moment.  "I will do what you tell me to, I will not cum without your permission, and I am responsible for your cock, and for swallowing your cum."

"Good.  The fourth rule is that when you are with me, you will give complete control of your body over to me.  I will do what I like with your body, and I will not ask permission.  I will take care of you, and I will not do anything that I don't think you can handle.  You will always have your safeword, if you need it.  I promise that I will always keep your pleasure in mind, as well as my own.  Again, I will not do anything that will endanger other aspects of your life, such as your work.  Will you agree to this?"

"Yes, I will."  She was becoming very relaxed, allowing the pleasure of the feeling of his hand gently working her pussy to wash over her.

"Good.  Your fifth rule is that you need to show appreciation, and always thank me when you are given something nice.  This includes when you are given an orgasm, when you are permitted to suck my cock, when I give you cum to swallow, or when you I let you have my cock inside your pussy.  This should be a simple rule, and I hope that I won't need to remind you.  Is this okay with you?"

"Yes, James."

"These are the rules that I have for you.  I may have more in the future, but for now, make sure you know your rules backwards and forwards, and that you follow them."

"Yes, okay."  He was starting to work her clit a little harder now, and it would soon be a challenge to keep herself from cumming.  She hoped that he might give her permission, now that her rules were laid out.

"Any time that you break a rule, Sandra, there will be a punishment, which I will decide on, depending on how serious the problem was.  Today, for cumming without permission, you will be forced to orgasm five times, without rest.  Do NOT fake an orgasm.  Now, or ever.  Are you ready?"

Some punishment!  "Yes, James, please may I cum now?"

"Good job.  Make sure you get permission before each orgasm.  Yes, you may cum."

With permission given, it only took her about ten seconds for her to reach orgasm.  She let the waves of pleasure wash over her as she came.  As her body finished spasming, and her mind became more focused, she realized that James' fingers had actually begun to work her clit harder as she came.  Remarkably, she was ready for a second orgasm less than a minute after her first.

"Please, James..." she took a deep breath.  "Please may I cum."

"You didn't thank me for your first orgasm."

"I'm sorry - thank you!  Please, may I cum?" her voice sounded desperate in her own ears, and she wouldn't be able to stop herself for much longer.

"Just a moment.  Next time be sure you thank me right away."

Her entire body was tense for several seconds as he made her wait, all the while continuing to work her clit.  

"Okay, go ahead." he said, and she gasped as she let herself start cumming.  This second orgasm was stronger than the first, and it seemed to go on for quite a while.  When it was done, she was out of breath, but she remembered to thank him.

After this, her body continued to twitch, almost like she was cumming without really cumming.  James was relentless, and his manipulation of her clit was starting to feel a little strange, almost painful.  She wasn't entirely sure she could have another orgasm, and wondered what he would do if she was unable to cum again.

As she was considering this, she suddenly heard a low buzzing sound.  James removed his hand from her pussy, and replaced it with a wide, flat, vibrating something.  It was slick, and James pushed it right up against her clit, moving it in little circles as it vibrated.

Unbelievably, she began to have another orgasm almost immediately.  "Oh God, please, James..."

"Cum." he said, and she let herself go again, her orgasm almost as much pain as it was pleasure.

"Oh God... thank you... thank you, James." she managed, when the orgasm ended.  Her body was far from relaxed, however, and she continued to twitch, involuntarily, as the vibrating tool worked her sore little clit.

"You need to cum two more times.  You have my permission for both of these."

It took quite a while, but inevitably, she felt herself approaching another orgasm.  As it rocked through her body, she knew why this was a punishment.

She thanked James for giving her this fourth orgasm, but he said nothing, and the constant stimulation of her clit was becoming extremely uncomfortable.  She pulled back, away from the vibrating tool that James was using on her, but with her arms tied above her, and her legs tied wide open, there was little she could do to escape.  He kept it pressed against her little bud, and her entire body continued spasming involuntarily.

"Please, James..." she said, "Take it off for just a minute, please."

"No.  You need to cum one more time."  He pushed the thing harder against her clit and she cried out, even as her body began to respond again.

She began to thrust her hips gently forward, rubbing herself against the vibrating thing that would not leave her pussy be.  She was whimpering with each thrust, practically crying as she tried desperately to get herself off one last time.  She felt her orgasm building and tensed her entire body, grinding her pussy violently against the source of the vibrations until it hit her.  She let out a choked little cry as it came, then simply moaned as pleasure and pain wracked her body.  The ropes tied to her wrists and ankles felt like they were cutting into her as her body twitched and spasmed.

When it was done, she barely managed a soft "Thank you." as James turned the tool off and lifted it from her poor, abused pussy.  If he had told her that she needed to cum one more time, she would have cried, but he didn't.  Instead, he stroked the side of her head gently.  After a moment, his hand moved to the side of her head, and he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

"Open your mouth."

She did as she was told, as heard him unbuckling his pants.  Soon his cock was in her mouth, and he began to slowly fuck her face.  In just a few moments, he tensed, and spilled his cum.  For the second time in as many days, she swallowed his thick, salty semen.

Her pussy was throbbing, and it felt like her body might never completely relax again.  She hoped that the experience would help her control herself in the future.  Slowly, James withdrew his softening dick from her mouth.  She felt happy with how quickly he had cum, thinking that he must have enjoyed her punishment.

"Thank you, James." she said.
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