A New Submission (Part 1)

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A New Submission (Part 1)Samantha sat on the train heading into London and staring out the window. She tried to keep her composure but inside she was shaking with nerves, this was going to be a day she would never forget.To set the scene correctly, Samantha is 22 years old, a petite 5’1” and weighs just 49 kilos. However despite her small frame she has a more than ample 34D chest that certainly gets some looks! Her hair is long straight and brown and she has a very pale complexion. Her white skin on this day is striking against the dark eye makeup and red lipstick she chose to wear.Her journey to London had really started some weeks before. She had started discussing online submission scenarios with an older gentleman with experience one evening and he had stirred in her the darker side of her personality and she wanted to feel for real what she had been dreaming of after they talked. These conversations developed into a plan, a plan that was going to be acted out today.She’d followed the instructions to the letter and was already shaking with nerves, before leaving home she had dressed as instructed, and then taken the big step… closing the lock on the collar she had been posted. Unless she wanted to have an awkward conversation with someone locally, she had to go to London to retrieve the key. A few days before she had waxed herself smooth (She didn’t want to do it too close to the day and look like a plucked chicken!) and been out to buy a new pair of seamed silk hold ups and found an old coat in a charity shop. This combined with her heels and makeup was all she had on now looking out of the train window. As she thought about this process again of preparing she moved awkwardly very aware of the heat and damp between her thighs, and also very aware that the tops of the hold ups were so nearly showing under the coat. Her final act of self submission in the build up was her decision to not bring her phone or purse, and just enough money for the ticket one way to London. There was only one way to go.The train shuddered to a halt at the platform of Kings Cross station, the sivas escort carriage became very busy with everyone around gathering their belongings and making their way to the doors. As the throng of people subsided, Samantha stepped out of the carriage and onto the platform, very uneasy in her heels. The platform seemed to be swimming and she looked up to the arches glass roof and really started to wonder what she was doing. A cool breeze was blowing along the platform and this quickly bought her mind back to the wetness between her thighs. “Well this is is, not turning back now” she thought to herself, as she tentatively walked towards the ticket barriers, almost immediately seeing a gentleman waiting and watching her from the other side. A first impression is always important so she quickly changed her walk to one where she crossed her feet a little, stood a little taller and smiled although this was the last thing inside she felt like doing.“Samantha I presume” he said and without waiting for a reply, placed his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek which she reciprocated. From that first moment his touch was firm and left her in no doubt he was in control from here on. “You wore the collar, I’m pleased” he said, and without another word clicked a lead to the ring connector. Her body almost convulsed with she excitement, fear and panic at the same moment. “Here?!” was the only word she could get out of her mouth in sheer shock as he turned to walk with a gentle pressure on the lead to be clear she was following. Samantha followed obediently.He lead her out of the station and out into the busy streets, her heart was racing and it seemed everyone was looking at her and the fact she was being lead. The reality was probably nobody cared but that wasn’t how she felt inside. “Just walk normally” he said, “no one cares” as if he was reading her mind and he walked on a quite a pace. Samantha was trying to walk fast but in the heels she had worn it wasn’t easy, especially whilst concentrating on keeping the coat pulled down and closed as well.After about escort sivas five minutes without another word being spoken, they stopped at a bus stop. Samantha’s heart was thumping in her chest more than she ever knew was possible. It was frightening walking through London like they had been, but that now seemed easy compared to standing still at a bus stop while others walked by looking! “Just stand upright, shoulders back and leave your coat alone” he said to her in a low but demanding voice. She did as she was told and was immediately aware than standing like this just lifted the hem of the coat a centimetre or two more and the hold up tops were clearly visible. Again like a mind reader before she moved, he said “Do not adjust the coat, stand still”. As she stood there, she became again increasingly aware of her bare, wet pussy exposed to the outside air and this excited her.The seven minute bus journey to Camden market was itself uneventful. Not a word was spoken between them and Samantha stared out the window in a daze. Her coat had opened up and the lacy tops of the hold ups were on show for all to see, she didn’t make an attempt to cover, she knew she would be told not to again. As they left the bus, he leaned into her and praised her, he’d known she wanted to cover up and also knew she was learning to accept her situation.Once off the bus, again she was quickly being led again this time a little more upright and a little more accepting of her surroundings. He led her to a public toilet, popped the coins in and the door slid open before leading her in. Before the door even started closing, he was unzipping her coat and if anyone had been watching they would have seen the coat drop to the floor and Samantha being left standing totally naked. He worked quickly as these toilets automatically open after a set time. From his backpack he produced a chastity belt with an electronic stimulator attached. Without a word being said he set about having Sam step into it, lift it up her quivering legs and with a little adjustment push the stimulating part inside her. She sivas escort bayan gasped as it was buried up inside her burning pussy, the cold metal certainly was a shock. He told her to breath in and he set about securing the belt in place. It was extremely tight fitting and clear that there was no taking this off without the removal of the locking mechanism. He looked her in the eyes and said clearly, “I do not have the keys for this lock, so if you close it you understand there is no removing it until I get the keys for you?”. Samantha didn’t say a word, she just took hold of the padlock and closed it before she changed her mind. With that he picked up her coat again and handed it to his slave. While she was putting it on the door to the outside world slid open once again.At the end of the lead, she walked into Camden Market, he took her from stool to stool looking at an array of Gothic and adult orientated dresses. Although not electrified, the device inside her was stimulating her and the belt was applying pressure to her clit, she was desperately trying to keep her composure, but was losing the battle fast. They stopped at a stool and he held up a little black dress with a pleated hem, it looked incredibly short to Samantha. He held it up to her and said I think this will be just what we need, passing it to her, he turned to the lady running the stool to pay and in a very “like it was nothing” way said, put it on Samantha. Her heart missed a beat! As she opened her mouth to object he put his hand in his coat pocket and pressed the button on the remote. The e-stim send an electric shock through her pussy that nearly knocked her to her knees in shock. Not a word was said, she knew this was a warning and knew better than to continue to say a word. The coat came off and she was naked apart from the belt and hold ups, and she quickly set about lifting the dress over her head and covering her body. It was clear immediately there was going to be a gap between the hem line and the stocking tops, and it was debatable that even the chastity belt was totally hidden. She knew she wasn’t to say a word and just waited for him to pay and then turn to zip her up at the back. As he did he took the old coat from her hand, passed it to the stool owner and said “Throw this away will you” as he turned and lead her away.

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