A Natural Submissive

Part Two

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We go further, and I learn more about her

As we drove to her apartment, I could see she was nervous and yet a hit at ease. This woman really hadn’t explored the feelings and urges she had her whole life long, and I just gave her a peek behind the curtain. I wondered it was the time to offer her some encouraging thoughts and begin to create her confidence as strong as her false persona was. She was in a state where she was a clump of clay just waiting to be molded into that gorgeous creature, I had assured her she was inside

“Missy, when was the last time you sat in a car mostly naked with your lower portion fully exposed to anyone who would look down in the car?”

“Never Sir, I drive with my skirt pulled down to my ankles.”

“Then tell me what you’re feeling right now as you sit with your pussy on full display.”

“I’m not sure Sir.”

“But of course, you know what you’re feeling deep inside Missy.”

“To be truthful Sir, I am frightened more than I ever have been in my life.”

“Do you think I am going to harm you, Missy?”

“No Sir, I’m not afraid of you, I am afraid of being seen or caught.”

“Don’t you know you can bunch up your dress over your pussy if necessary?”

“Yes, I know that Sir, But by that time someone would know what I was doing.”

“Tell me how that would harm you?”

“It’s hard to explain Sir, it wouldn’t physically harm me I don’t think but it would certainly cause me distress.”

“If it wouldn’t physically bring any harm to you then the harm that you perceive is all in your head. It is psychological not physical.”

“I guess that makes sense Sir.”

“Are you aware that other women go out to clubs, show of their bodies, and even have sex in public?”

“Yes Sir, I’ve heard about that happening.”

“And did you hear of anything bad happening to them?”

“No Sir, I didn’t.”

“Then It was a perceived fear that didn’t come to be?”

“Yes sir, I think so. May I ask a question Sir?”

“Of course, go right ahead. I want you to learn.”

“Why do you want and have ne sitting her mostly naked when someone could see me Sir?”

“Missy, I’ve found an absolutely beautiful woman with a beautiful body. What would I want to hide that from the rest of the world. Throughout time Sculptures and other artists shared their beautiful women with the world. It would be wrong to hide you somewhere. Plus, I want you to appreciate your beauty as well, so you must get used to not burying it under tents and tarps.”

“Thank you, Sir for explaining that to me and thank you for the compliment as well.”

“Now I have another question for you Missy. Do you play with your pussy when you’re home alone?”

“Rarely Sir.”

“Please explain yourself Missy.”

“Well Sir, I do it sometimes, but I feel sorry and guilty afterwards, so I go a long time until I do it again.”

“If its Dirty and wrong, why do you do it again?”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.”

“No, it’s not Missy, you do it again because it feels incredibly good. It’s something that is normal for your body, and you like it no matter how long you tell yourself it’s wrong.”

“I guess you’re right Sir.”

“Then this is what I want you to do. Play with yourself as we drive and keep doing it until you climax.”

“Sir, I couldn’t do that, I Just couldn’t.”

“Missy, you either do it or I will take you to an adult theater, strip you naked, and I’ll do it to you in front of everyone there, and then who knows what those horny Men will do?”

“Sir, please don’t do that, I beg of you?”

“Then do as I instructed you to. Get started now Missy.”

She reluctantly started playing with her pussy and very quickly git into it full on, and this shy little woman turned into a very vocal sex matching. At the same time her body started flinching and spasming from her actions, building to more physical movements and all I could think is that this woman must be one physical fuck. But just listening to her was erotic as hell, so, I pulled over in a parking lot and she never noticed I stopped driving and was just watching and listening to her.

“Oh no…It’s going to happen again. I can’t stop it. You dirty little bitch you.”

She went from rubbing herself to slapping her pussy over and over, then rub herself just to begin the slapping her pussy again.

“Oh Yes, it’s happening. You filthy bitch, you’re going to make yourself dirty again. You fucking dirty slut, make yourself messy again, go ahead and make yourself a nasty little bitch.”

By this time, she was furiously rubbing her clit, then would use two fingers to hold herself open to really punish her clit by pounding it with her other hand. She was a woman possessed in her coming orgasm.

“Fuck…fuck yeahhhhhh. Make a mess, go ahead you dirty bitch. Fucking make your cunt spew. Ahh, oh, shit, it’s happening!”

When she erupted, she squirted all over the dashboard, her body convulsed in a way I worried might hurt her, drool fan down her chin, and she about wiggled out of that partially unbuttoned dress. She certainly was a mess just like she screamed she would be. She was panting and moaning when she spoke again.

“Give me some napkins or something, I need to clean myself up.”

“No Missy, you stay just as you are.”

“But…I Need to, please Sir?”

“Missy, you have never looked more beautiful or sexy than any time I’ve ever seen you. You just lay your head back, relax and I’ll take us to your place.”

She laid her head back against the rest and she quickly drifted off into an exhausted nap. I took a pair of scissors from the armrest and cut all the buttons off her dress except for one that would fall just below her waist, then drove off.

After we got to her place, I lightly woke her and for a moment or two she didn’t even know where she was. Then she looked down to see her chest covered in her own drool and her bush matted with her own cum. She went to button her dress and discovered it had none.

“How am I supposed to get from the car to my apartment Sir?”

“Standing straight up and walking with confidence, and NOT pulling on your dress, that’s how Missy.”

I went around to her door and opened it. She looked at me again with that look of fear, but I squelched that immediately.

“Missy, it is time to be the real you that’s been hiding inside. That beautiful you, that sexual you, that part of you that you’ve kept in a cage all these years. Now, get out of the car, stand up straight, and walk with me and let the world see the true Missy.”

She grabbed her purse, got out, and walked like royalty from the car to the apartment on my arm and I knew I had unlocked the slut deep inside of her. We got to the door of her building, and I opened it for her to walk in, and inside I stopped her and asked this question.

“Well, how do you feel having made yourself cum in my car and walking across the parking lot with your dress mostly open?

“I was mostly scared Sir.”

“But that wasn’t everything you felt, was it?”

“What do you mean Sir?”

I reached under her dress and pulled out two fingers soaked in her fresh fluids. I put my hand to her mouth and forced those fingers deep inside for her to taste.

“You were excited about being mostly naked where someone might see you, weren’t you Missy!”

“Sir, please don’t make me say?”

“Missy, you will say because I asked you, now answer me.”

“Yes Sir, sometimes it tingles and drips and makes me want to do filthy things I shouldn’t do.”

“In the car you were screaming that you were a dirty fucking slut. Is that what you’re hiding under all those clothes Missy?”

“I guess so Sir. It gets dirty when people look at me a certain way, and my clothes stop them from looking at me like that.”

“I told you the phrase “I Think So” is not an answer, it is either yes or no.”

“I don’t know Sir; I’m so confused right now.”

“Well then, don’t you think we should understand the answer?”

“Yes Sir, but I’m so afraid right now.”

“Missy, I told you that when you’re with me that I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, so we are gonna understand. How far to your apartment from here?”

“It is up two flights and sixth door down the hallway, Sir.”

“Fine, Missy hand me your purse.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Now unbutton that one button, take off your dress and hand it to me.”

“But Sir?”

“Do it Missy, do it right now.”

“Yes sir.”

After she handed me her purse and dress, she started to walk up the first flight of stairs and stopped halfway and turned to me.

“Sir, what if someone is in the hall?”

“Then they get to see your naked body, you begin to feel that tingle, and you drip down your leg again. You’ve done that twice in the last 30 minutes. But the longer you just stand here on the steps, the better chance someone will come out and see you. Would you like to spend the rest of the night out here naked?”

“No Sir, not at all.”

“Then you had better get moving. And Missy, stop covering yourself with your hands and stand up straight when you walk. With that forest you have growing down there, no could see it with a telescope.”

From there on, she walked as she should and held her head up, which pleased me to no end. We eventually got to her door, and she asked me for her purse which I handed to her to unlock the door. When we walked in, I told her to stop and remain in place standing proud.

“Missy, I want you to lay down on the carpet, spread your legs as far as you can, and do what you did in the car.”

“But Sir, I already did that today?”

“And I want you to do it again, or I could drag you into the hall outside, sit on you and do it to you myself. But with the way you scream, somebody will come out to check.”

“Yes Sir.”

She did as I instructed and just watching I was once again amazed. In a very short time after starting, she was so immersed in what she was doing, she would convulse, shake and tremble just from rubbing herself. This time I was going to get a good view of her body orgasming, and she was Intense. Before long she was rubbing her clit like she was trying to scrub a stain out of a carpet. Either she liked a little pain, or she just didn’t feel any the way she was abusing her own clit. Then the vocals started, and she didn’t hold back, she was screaming.

“You dirty little bitch. You’re nothing but a filthy fucking slut, a whore that would do anything.”

Again, spanking her clit, yelling out insults about herself, and abusing her clit, it was much more than I could handle. I stripped and moved between her legs with my hard on pointing the way. I put one hand under each knee, rolled her up onto her back, lined up with what I had been dreaming about and plunged in. Now, she wasn’t a virgin, but she was tight as hell, tighter than most anal sex I had. But I pushed on until I was into the root, then slowly pulled back until only the head was still inside her. Between her panting and cursing she said, “No, you cannot do that”.

“Missy, I can, and I will, so lay back and enjoy it.”

I started fucking her like some kind of animal, just fucking for the pleasure of fucking, and she couldn’t rub her clit as she was due to me pushing in all the way I could. So, she just grabbed her clit between her thumb and forefinger and started yanking and pulling on it. She had obviously done this before, so I kept on going, trying to get deeper on each stroke. That’s when she really got going along with her language.

“Come on you filthy whore, you know you want to do it, make a mess, and spill all over yourself.”

“That’s right you fucking whore, shoot your cum from me fucking you.”

“Oh…Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s happening again!”

To say she squirted when she came would be an understatement. She shot her cum like she had a small firehose for a clit. Her tight cunt clamped down on my cock so tight, I thought she might break it off. Her pulsations caused me to erupt like a small volcano, and my cum shooting up inside her made her convulse even more.

She lay there convulsing, quaking, shaking, shuddering, quivering, trembling, and any other word I could use to describe her state. She milked at least ten strands of sticky cum out of me and into her. I collapsed on top of her, holding her close as she continued to orgasm, then stroking her hair off her face and cupping her face in my hands. When her eyes opened I gave her the most passionate kiss and she responded with holding me tight.

After she finally recovered, she spoke to me.

“You shouldn’t have done that Sir.”

“No Missy, I should have done that long ago, and now I’m gonna do it often. And not only will you enjoy it, but you will also enjoy it anytime, anywhere, and in any manner, I wish. Do you find out that?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Now listen to what I’m gonna tell you. You pulled a lot of cum out of me, and when I pull out of you, it’s gonna come gushing out. I want you to cup tour hand and catch it all, then bring it to your mouth to lick and swallow it. Do you find out me, Missy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Now, I’m gonna pull out and you make sure you lick and swallow every drop.”

I slowly backed out and she had her hand there ready to catch my cum, and she brought each handful to her mouth and slurped it up. She let me know when she was finished, and I had her come kneel between my legs as I sat on the couch.

“Now, you’re gonna use your mouth and your tongue to make me clean again. Don’t miss a spot.”

I can’t do that, that is the filthiest thing I ever heard of.”

“You can and will do that Missy. I’m going to teach you much nastier things that that, and you’ll do them too. Now get started.”

She started reluctantly and slow, but she picked up in it quickly. I couldn’t believe this was the first time she cleaned a man’s cock with her mouth, but I was learning new things about her every minute. Being half erect, she was able to get a bit more than half in her mouth without gagging, but she figured out how to tongue the whole thing to get it clean. When she was done, she pulled off my cock and remained kneeling and sitting on her heels.

“Now I want you to stand up in front of me, legs spread the width of your shoulders, and your forearms in the small of your back.”

“Yes sir.”

I picked up my phone and took a few pictures of her with my cum matted on her bush, my cum smeared on her lips and face, mascara running, her hair in a horrid state, and she never look more gorgeous to me.

“Now, I want you to go take a long bath, making sure to clean yourself inside and out. Don’t be afraid to push the washcloth up inside of you to make sure you’re clean. When you’re done, I want you to come right back her to me, no going to your bedroom or anywhere else. Now go and get clean my sweet slut.”

As she shuffled off to the bathroom, I couldn’t help but noticed how slutty and gorgeous she had become in just a few hours, dried cum all over her body, eager to let me take her new places, and what a secret whore I had stumbled onto. The other wondered in my head was of all these things we were doing were one-time occurrences, she could go right back to her old methods. In one weekend she needed to become comfortable and ordinary with the things we were doing, and the things we were yet to do. I wanted her to be a full-on slut and whore before Monday morning, and take her in and show my friend and her boss what a change came over her.

After she was in the bath for ten minutes I walked in still naked and told her to wash my cock, which she did without question. This woman who wouldn’t even look a man in the eyes just short hours ago had now sucked me clean and was now gently washing my cock. How far could Intake her in one weekend? Would she fair well or would it restart the early trauma she endured early on in her life that made her this way?

“Listen my sweet whore, I must go to my car and get somethings from the trunk. Stay in the hot water and relax, you’ve had one hell of a night so far.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the head and gave her a little hug, then left to go to my car. I had some very short and revealing dresses I had bought must for her in there, and with misjudging her bust size, they were gonna be even more revealing. I also had a tote bag with some toys and surprises for tonight. I got back in the apartment and started to set things up.

I spread two towels out on the floor, set out a new hand razor, an electric razor, scissors, gel shaving cream, a magnifying glass, tweezers, and some lotion. In the tote right along side of that I had the toys. I went to her bedroom and grabbed two pillows and now I was set.

“Come on out Missy.”

Within a minute, she showed up naked and clean but was startled by the sight in front of her. She didn’t expect grooming, but she didn’t expect riding home totally exposed or walking through the halls of her apartment building completely naked either. So, I was confident she wouldn’t be too terrified of this.

“Sir, what is all of this?”

“It’s to remove that forest you have growing between your legs Missy.”

“But Sir, I’ve never been bare down there.”

“You were when you were a young girl, Missy.”

“But that’s back when…”

“Continue Missy, tell me.”

“I can’t Sir.”

“Missy, sit down here on the floor with me.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Missy, you can tell me, and you will tell me. I can’t look out for you and protect you if I don’t know everything about your past and your fears.”

“But Sir, I’ve never told anyone about that.”

“Missy, you Will tell me and tell me in detail. So, get started and don’t leave anything out.”

“Please Sir, don’t make me tell?”

“Missy, I’m not going to tell you again. Now tell me what is wrong and why.”

Her eyes swelled up with tears and she began to cry uncontrollably, I Just held her close and calmed her, but she was still fighting me on telling me her story. I was unsure if I should be more forceful or be gentler. I figured I would begin with general and become mor forceful later if I needed to. I laid down and pulled her to me wrapping my arms around her as she did the same, burying her head against my chest and whimpering.

“Now my sweet Missy girl, just take it slow and tell me so I can help. I need to know what’s bothering you, so just let go and tell me.”

She stopped whimpering sat up facing me with her eyes towards the ground. I took one finger, raised her head to look at me, and used both thumbs to wipe her tears from below her eyes.

“Go ahead my sweet girl, tell me all about it.”

“Well, it all started years ago when I wasn’t old enough to do anything about it. I knew something was different about me and so did some of the boys in my town. For some reason when they ordered me to do something, I couldn’t never say no. It started with them just ordering me to lift my shirt and it moved on to them making me pull down my pants. They would make fun of me not having a chest like the other women did, saying I was deformed, and they would make fun of my cotton panties, but it didn’t stop there, it got worse.

There was this one boy named Daniel and he was cruel. He had a reputation for bullying anyone who got in his way or didn’t do what he told them to. I was frightened of him as far back as I can remember, and he at all times had other boys with him like a traveling gang. I tried to hide from them but they at all times found me. They other boys would walk up behind me and along side me and tell me that Daniel wanted to see me. I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it, but I was afraid to say no. He would have the boys take me to the woods or behind the train station and he would make me strip down to my panties, then make fun of me because I didn’t show any sign of having Boobs. Most Girls wore bra’s and stuffed them with toilet paper to make them look bigger so they wouldn’t get teased. I asked my mom for some bras, but she said I would have to show signs of growing in my chest before she would buy them. I never told her about what was happening to me.