Chapter 3 part 4 A Submissive Female Of New York City

Chapter 3 part 4
A Submissive Female Of New York City

She was breathing hard. Agreed, was all she said.

But I can't operate without limits. I can't. So, nothing illegal. No other people. Nothing unsanitary. No physical pain.

Sue managed to look relieved and disappointed at the same time. "None?"

No. And we'll need a safe word. If there's anything that you truly don't want to do, even if I want it, you say the word and I stop.
It has to be something you'd never say by accident. Not something like 'no' or 'stop', I'll just ignore those—"

"Amarillo," said Sue.

"Amarillo?"

"It's my hometown, in Texas," said Sue without further explanation.

If something is in your mouth—he leered, making clear what 'something' was— and you can't talk, make the Spock V-sign from Star Trek with at least one hand, and that will be the safe word. You should always have fingers free. Can you do that?

She nodded.

You will remain a slave until I cum. After I've cum, I'll revert to being a normal man and we can talk about what you liked and didn't like. But until then, it's all about what I like. Do you agree to these conditions?"

Sue looked very excited. "Yes."

"Good," said Phil.

"You are now my slave. Starting right here in the pizzeria. You will address me as 'my lord', or 'master'. Never by name."

"Yes, master."

"You do not have a name. I will address you as 'slut', 'whore', 'cunt', 'slave', or... or..."

"Bitch, my lord?" she queried helpfully.

"Uh...yes, yes. Bitch." Sue never lost her power to shock him. He'd already been astounded at how quickly she'd agreed to his terms. He had expected to have to negotiate.

He put the leash back on her and held the handle most of the way home. He made her carry all the bags they'd bought, putting the hardware and pet store bags inside that of the sex shop. Every so often he'd stop, and make out or feel her up.

"Tie my shoelaces," he ordered at one point.

"What?"

"Address me as master."

"Yes, master."

And there she was, in full public view, bent low on the ground, her ass in the air. He smirked triumphantly at passersby. This babe is at my feet!

As they entered the hotel, he knew she'd look more like a prostitute than ever. He was literally leading her with a leash, and she was carrying a bag with a racy-looking lipstick logo.

Phil noticed a young woman looking at them with a grossed-out expression on her face.

"Do you see that girl? She thinks you're a whore."

"She's right, master."

"She looks down on you."

"The feeling is mutual, my lord."

"She thinks I'm a pig."

"With all due respect, you are a pig, master. That's why I want to serve you."

It was small and mean of him, but Phil felt rebellious. He pulled Sue towards him with the leash and stuck his tongue into her mouth, letting his hands roam freely on her tits and ass. Sue gave a thumbs-up sign to the girl, who looked away in disgust.

"When we're in the elevator, unzip your dress," he told her.

There were three young men in the elevator with them. They were already gazing at Sue's bare legs and tight outfit when she pulled down her zipper, twirling around for Phil to admire. He had let the leash go, but she was still wearing it.

They reached their floor. Sue blew a kiss at one of the men as they headed out.

Phil sat down on the armchair by the elevator.

"Now, girl, take off the dress, but leave your underwear on. Right here in the hallway. And...do not use your hands."

She was smiling, her eyes looking at him with affection. She pulled her arms up through the neck opening. Seductively, she shook her body from side to side. The dress was tight, but slowly it descended. Phil could see her bulging tits straining against an alluring white lace bra. He could see her waist, chunky but still in an hourglass shape. He could see the tiny thong she had on, and the wetness already starting to soak it.

"You chose that underwear just to show to me, didn't you, girl?"

"Yes, master."

"It's a very whorish outfit. You have a beautiful body. I'm going to use you like a whore." He took the leash and led her to their room.

A man was heading in the opposite direction when he saw Sue. He was agape. There she was, a willowy blonde woman dressed in sexy lingerie, a sex-shop bag in one hand and a discarded dress in the other, led by a leash. The man just froze there in the hallway and stared as they approached. As they passed him, Sue impulsively gave him a kiss on the cheek too. He turned around and gazed at her until they reached their door.

As he pressed the key to the lock, Phil muttered a command, then entered by himself. Sue turned to face the man. Wriggling her body from side to side, she discarded first the bra, then the panties. She waved at him before joining Phil.

She faced Phil boldly, proudly, totally sure of herself. Her nipples were visibly hard. He had to mentally remind himself that he was master now, and she was fuck toy.

"There was a reason we went to the hardware store instead of just getting chains at the sex shop."

"Why, master?"

It was a comic I read as a kid. Wonder Woman Faces the Menace of the Mole Men.

You want me to be Wonder Woman, master?

In the comic Wonder Woman had to rescue these women being kept as slaves. They wore chains in a specific shape. That's what you're going to wear.

To be continued