'The Ways Of Submission' by Ed Edas
Ed Edas brings us three sadistic, detailed, exciting accounts of extremely realistic consensual submission.
These three stories are all based around consensual s/m.
‘The Night Out’ describes the visit ot an S/M club in Holland of a man and wife, master slave couple. She is subjected to whipping, torture, used sexually, and humiliated in front of an audience of fifty or sixty people. Some members of the audience also take part in her treatment. Scenes of both m/f and f/f sex are also involved.
‘For the Love of Mistress’ is a tale involving a Dominatrix her long standing female slave, and a male slave who has agreed to a ‘no limits’ all night session. Both he and the female are subjected to increasingly harsh whipping and torture in order to prove to the Domina that fem sub is still worthy to be her slave and that he is strong enough to become a full slave. The end is stunning.
‘A Dream come True’ follows the events leading up to and the night where a beautiful young submissive is subjected to whipping, torture, humiliation and ‘gang bang’ sex by her Master and five other men who he has specially recruited to assist him. Scenes of heavy torture while being used for vaginal, anal and oral sex by two or more men at a time
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EXCERPT
She was nervous now, as Max parked the car, it always happened and it always surprised her. It wasn’t as though she was a novice, tonight wasn’t her ‘first time’. It wasn’t, she thought with the mental equivalent of a giggle, even her one hundred and first time. She also felt her body responding she was, she could feel, becoming aroused; going, as Max would put it, into ‘slut mode.’ He switched off the engine and turned to her.
“Stay there, I’ll have to come and let you out.” he grinned at her, “but of course you know that anyway.”
He opened the door of the Mercedes and stood up, she looked at him. He was a big, handsome man in his mid forties. Dark wavy hair with just a tint of grey, gray/blue eyes, a square clean shaven jaw. His powerful shoulders moved under the black leather jacket, when he stood and turned she could she the outline of his buttocks, firm under the black leather trousers.
God, he’s still so gorgeous, my man, my lover, father of my kids, and my Master. I love him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Max opening the rear door on her side of the car, there was the clink of metal on metal and she pulled her arms forward as he released the clips on the broad leather straps around her wrists which had been attached to a length of chain running across the back of the car seat. Max opened her door, she turned and swung her legs around so her shoes rested on the pavement, he held out his hand, she took it and he pulled her to her feet. He caught her in his arms as she rose and he kissed her, it was a long lingering kiss, as he did it he pushed a leather clad thigh between her thighs and ground it on her naked sex. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues twined together, suddenly he stood back leaving her flustered and so very horny.
Max looked at Karen, reading the tell tale signs of her lust he looked down at the leg of his leather trousers, the leg he had thrust between her thighs. There was, as he had known there would be, a moist patch on the thigh. He ran the tip of a finger over it and then held the finger to his nose and sniffed.
“Hhhmmm, I smell aroused little slut. You really have no self control have you slave?”
She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the pavement and her head pointed down. It wasn’t just being a respectful slave, she didn’t want him to see the smile in her eyes and the slight upturn in the corners of her mouth.
“I’m sorry Master, yes I am a dirty little slut, and I deserve to be punished.”
“Oh slave you will be punished, very publicly, and very firmly. Now turn round face the door. ”
Uhhmm it’s starting already, I feel so deliciously wicked, I bet there’s juice leaking down my thighs.”
She turned away from him, and felt the breeze across her buttocks as he raised the leather calf length cape that was covering her nudity.
“Hands behind your back.”
She obeyed silently, there was a click and her wrists were secured behind her. He held the back of the cape up for a further few seconds, his free hand traced the smooth firm globes of her buttocks. Dropping the cape Max leant forward until his head was alongside hers. She could smell his aftershave and then shuddered as he kissed her neck, a wave of arousal, triggered by the smell and the kiss, welled up through her body. He whispered into her ear.
“That’s a beautiful unmarked arse you have slut, but It won’t be unmarked much longer.”
She shivered at the thought but her lips parted with a hint of a smile.
“Turn round let me have a look at you, and get your lead on.”
‘Lead’ he’s going to lead me by the collar in public, in daylight!
She knew better than to protest and simply turned to face him, he smiled as he took in the picture of docile femininity in front of him. Karen was a metre seventy two in height and weighed sixty kilos, a slim, trim, thirty eight year old mother of two that worked out every day in their home gym. Her wavy chestnut coloured hair, was cut so that it swirled just above her leather covered shoulders. The face, that had first attracted him nearly fifteen years ago, was as lovely as ever, high cheekbones, sensuously full curved lips and two sparkling amber coloured eyes. She kept those eyes averted as his gaze travelled down her cloaked body, past the slender neck adorned with a broad leather collar. It was fashioned of soft black and red leather, studded with chromed metal rivets which held the large chromed ring for attaching the lead which he had pulled from his jacket pocket. His eyes took in the long luxurious leather cape, the slim lower legs which ended in two ankles which were also adorned in matching five centimetre black and red leather cuffs. Her shoes were also black and red, the main part of the shoe in black with twelve centimetre stiletto heels topped with red metal studded ankle straps which circled her ankles just below the ankle cuffs.
Satisfied with his inspection Max clipped the lead to her collar, and then pulled on it gently, she stepped towards him and he pulled the car door shut behind her before locking it with a fob. He didn’t speak again but simply turned and pulled on the collar, she followed just behind and slightly to one side of him. It was difficult to walk in such heels with her hands behind her back but it had, she thought as she looked down at the pavement, one great advantage.
At least I’m not having to look at anyone watching me being led along like this.
It wasn’t a long walk, possibly fifty metres along the side of a street in a quiet residential district of the town. Max stopped in front of the large front door of a building on the corner of two streets, he pressed the bell push. Karen stood behind and to one side of him with her head down as befitted her status of ‘slave slut’. The door opened inwards, Max tugged on the lead and Karen, taking great care as she ascended the two steps into the building, followed her Master. The door closed behind them and they were in a large softly lit hallway. The person who had opened the door stepped past Karen and approached Max. He was of medium height but very broad, clad in a white linen shirt of very full cut, soft baggy black leather trousers tucked into ankle height boots with a red leather sash around his waist. Karen noticed that he had lively intelligent eyes that took her in very quickly before switching to Max.
“Good evening welcome to ‘The Club’, are you a member?"
”No my name is Max James I called yesterday and spoke to a man who said we could take out membership on the night.
“Ahh....yes I remember, you spoke to me. There were, I recall, some other arrangements you wanted.”
“There were, but I would prefer to discuss them in private and not in front of my slave.”
“Of course, let us go to the office, you can leave her with one of the house slaves while we talk. Would you like her to be given a drink or anything?”
“Drink, uhmm.....Yes, ok just one glass of champagne and then I want her blindfold, and placed in position.”
In position? Oohps girl, I think you’re in trouble. The champagne sounds good, and the thought of what might follow is positively cunt clenching.
“That is no problem. Celine come here.”
Karen heard the click of heels on the tiled floor and a beautiful young black woman appeared. She was naked apart from a studded leather thong, wrist straps, ankle straps and a very deep leather collar which forced her head up. Her skin gleamed in the soft lighting, Karen, who was bisexual, admired the lithe figure with it’s firm cone shaped breasts. She was especially attracted to the long nipples each pierced with a gold ring and the gold ornament which pierced the girl’s navel.
I wonder if her pussy’s pierced as well. Hope I get the chance to find out, especially with my tongue.
“Celine take Master Max’s slave to the bar, give her a glass of champagne, leave her with one of the other girls, she is not to mix. You understand? When you have done that come to my office for more instructions.”
“Yes Master John. Come with me.”
She took hold of Karen by the elbow and went to lead her away. Max stopped them both.
“Wait, something has been forgotten. You are forgetting your manners slave, and you don’t need this anymore.”
He stepped forward, undid the three cross straps holding the front of the cloak together and, with a theatrical flourish, took it from Karen’s shoulders. She checked her legs were properly spread and held herself proudly while Master John, at Max’s invitation, carried out a thorough inventory of her body. His hands cupped both of her breasts, they squeezed the pierced nipples before he caressed her buttocks, the flat hard muscles of her belly, and her thighs, finally he gently stroked and probed her, by now, sopping wet sex. He looked at Max.
“She is delightful, but I think,” he raised a finger to his nose, “she has very little self control.”
“You are quite right, that is something I wish to correct tonight, but before she goes she must pay her respects. Slave show Master John your respect.”
Karen sank to her knees and bent her head down until she was kissing Master John’s booted feet. Her tongue licked out along the leather, and Master John, who knew how difficult it was to kneel down gracefully with your hands attached behind your back, gazed down at the perfect globes of her bottom and then raised his eyes to Max.
“She is well trained.”
“Yes but not quite well trained enough. Take her to the bar. Stand up slave, and go with the house slut.”
He handed Celine the lead.
“Now sir, lead the way to your office, and we will talk.”
Celine tugged on the lead, Karen rose smoothly to her feet, a feat that did not go unnoticed by Master John. Karen followed the long limbed black beauty revelling in her uninterrupted view of two perfect legs topped with the equally perfect chocolate mounds of Celine’s buttocks which were split by the thin leather lace of the thong.
God she is making me even more horny, I’d just love to get down on my knees and stick my tongue in that crack. Maybe I’ll get the chance later, I know Max likes black bodies.
They arrived at the bar, it was off to one side of the main club room, a couple of other attractive young women, dressed in the same way as Celine, were sat on high stools. Another, a tall raven haired beauty, who looked to Karen to be of East European origin, was behind the bar. She like Karen and Celine had pierced nipples but in her case the rings had been attached to two chains which led up to and were attached to her collar. She also wore a leather harness which crisscrossed her body, supporting and raising both her magnificent breasts before crossing her belly and vanishing between her thighs. Celine ordered Karen’s champagne, and as the bar girl turned away to serve it Karen saw the heavy iron links hanging down from the rings piercing the young woman’s labia. She also saw the clear mark on her left buttock. It was deeply indented and there was no doubt in her mind that the letter ‘J’ was a brand.
My oh my! Is that what I’m here for? Is that what he wants to do to me?
She sat on the bar stool given to her by Celine, who had unclipped her wrists and then left telling Karen to stay where she was and talk to no one. Karen’s brain was racing with the possible implications of the brand as she sat sipping at the champagne. She was nearly finished the drink before she took in the rest of the room. It was quite large, furnished with black leather covered couches and chairs covered in the same material. She counted some twenty tables, mostly they were tables of two but some, nearer the back of the room against the wall, were for four people. As she watched most of the tables were being taken, mainly by couples, there were two or three single men and a couple of tables taken by women. The clientele were, in the main, of her age group or a little older, well dressed and clearly very relaxed about the sight of the naked young women who made their way between the bar and the tables carrying trays of drinks and snacks. One man approached the bar, Karen, hornier than ever, eyed him up.
Uhmm.... he’s a bit tasty. Careful girl you’ll be raping every man in the place before long.
He moved towards Karen as though to speak to her and the bar slave intervened.
“I’m very sorry sir but she is not allowed to talk to anyone at all. If you want a slave girl I can arrange one, but this one is private property.”
There you are, saved from yourself by a fellow slave.. I wonder what happens next? I hope something does soon or I’ll have to go to the loo and frig myself! No chance, I bet Max has thought of that, he would probably have told them to watch me pee. Now there’s a thought! God you’re outrageous woman, behave.
She smiled inwardly at this mental exchange and then, as she finished her champagne, Celine returned. She was holding a leather blindfold, a ball gag and a pair of earmuffs.
“You’ve finished your drink, good.”
It wasn’t a question it was a statement. She had, Karen thought, a lovely accent, Caribbean, maybe one of the French islands.
“You are to wear these. I will fit the gag first, stand up please.”
Karen stood, both women were about the same height. Celine raised the gag to Karen’s mouth, she dutifully held it wide open and Celine pushed the rubber ball into place. Karen turned away from her and Celine’s nipples brushed her arm before being pressed firmly into her back as Celine reached up and tightened the gag strap around the back of Karen’s head. Karen shuffled her back against the soft mounds and was fairly sure that they were pressed a little harder against her back in response.
“Face me again please.” Karen, was by now eager to find out what Max had in store for her, she turned and faced Celine who held up the blindfold. She placed it carefully over Karen’s eyes and then put her arms across Karen’s shoulders to pull the elasticated strap down over the back of Karen’s head. This time there was no doubt in Karen’s mind at all as Celine’s ringed nipples came into contact with her own.
Mmmm.....this is a hot little lady that likes girls, and this girl likes......
It was, therefore, only a confirmation when Celine whispered in her ear.
“You like black tushy girl? Maybe we try later, before that your Master goin’ to give you some lessons I think.”