Free Devious Submission - Episode 1 (An Erotic Thriller) by Marlene Sexton Page B

intention.
    “Yes, they still live there,” I answered.
    “I bet they’re proud of their little girl. How old are you? Twenty-three? You’ve got a good job and you’re on your own. You know how to take advantage of an opportunity,” Nate said. I wasn’t sure if he was being genuine or not. I don’t think my mom and dad would be proud of me right now. I was going to submit to this man for money. Granted, it was a lot of money, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a whore. It just meant I was an expensive whore.
    “I guess they would,” I answered feeling even more unbalanced.
    “Lean back for me and spread your legs. My god, you’re beautiful Kimmie. Yes, just like that,” Nate directed. I did as he asked, one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor as I reclined against the padded arm of the sofa. He said I was his type when he propositioned me. He liked women like me, thin but shapely, long dark hair and big breasts. Most of all, I think he enjoyed the idea that I was young and easily manipulated. I hoped he was wrong and I would be able to manipulate him.
    “Mmm, beautiful! I love my girls bare down there, but that little strip of hair is sexy. Touch yourself for me,” Nate said and I slipped my free hand between my legs and stroked myself softly. It felt so good and my body erupted in goose bumps. This was nerve-wracking, but I was so aroused. Being nude in the parlor, touching myself for him was so exciting. Even more exciting was doing it all with Muriel just upstairs. It all seemed so dirty.
    “Very nice! You’re stunning. Slip a finger inside for me,” Nate said. I did and the urge to furiously pump my finger and climax was hard to deny. He was teasing me. I knew this was just the beginning. Nate didn’t tell me what he had planned, not in any detail anyway. I had heard what he enjoyed, however. I knew he was going to make me submit to him. I’d heard he had a room, downstairs where he took girls like me. I knew he liked to dominate them, but it seemed no one but Nate and his girls knew exactly what happened in there. That both scared and thrilled me.
    “Is this what you wanted,” I asked as I slid my wet finger out of myself and ran it over my hardened nub and back through my velvety folds before slipping it back inside.”
    “Yes Kimmie. Yes,” Nate said and then he reached down beside his chair and produced handcuffs and leather ankle cuffs. He tossed them on to the sofa. “Put those on,” he ordered. His voice was less gentle than before and it made me shiver.
    I removed my hand from between my legs and took the leather cuffs. I locked them around my ankles, careful not to snag my stockings. Then I took the handcuffs and after locking one end around my wrist, I put my hands behind my back and locked the other end around the other wrist. I sat on the edge of the sofa and waited for direction.
    “Good girl. Now stand,” he directed. I got to my feet and Nathan retrieved a ball gag, leather collar and a dog leash with a leather strap. He stood and came to me. I suddenly felt so exposed and helpless. He fastened the collar around my neck and then attached the leash. Then he put the bright red ball into my mouth and fastened the leather strap around my head. He smiled smugly. “Come, my pet,” he said and began to walk.
    I shuffled along as quickly as I could, the chain between the ankle cuffs making walking in my heels difficult at best. I was terrified. I’d never been bound like this and though I found it exciting, the fear was palpable. I was now truly at Nate’s mercy. Not in the general sense. Of course, this man held my livelihood in his hands and could buy and sell me at will, but now I was at his immediate mercy. He could do anything he wanted with me now. I wondered if I’d made a mistake agreeing to do this.
    As we entered the foyer, I looked up and Muriel was standing at the top of the stairs. She watched as Nathan led me to my fate as I looked at her. In that moment I felt