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<title>Mental Submission (part one)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[(docporno suggests music, wine and mood lighting to go along with this tale...)
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Cynthia sat in her car, looking at the entrance to the hotel.

All morning she had told herself she wasn't going to do this, that it was crazy-yet here she was.

At just that moment, her iPod shuffled to the song Slave To Love by Bryan Ferry and she couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Appropriate, she thought, as she began to recall what had led her to this moment.
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A few weeks ago her best friend had sent a link to a local adult web community called NoirHookupz to show her the profile of a co-worker of theirs. The woman in question was a meek and timid field mouse on the job, but on her profile they discovered she was also know as Mistress Chaos and had pictures of her spanking, teasing and disciplining men. There were also images of men masturbating on her feet and on her breasts.

Cynthia was at first shocked by what she saw, then mildly intrigued and finally found herself surprisingly impressed with her previously underestimated colleague. She then noticed one of the friends on the page. It was a man dressed in a black suit, the image cropped above his lips. On his finger he dangled a pair of handcuffs. 

His user name was Sir313.

She was struck by the image: it looked professional yet had a rawness to it. The contrast of the shiny handcuffs against the dark clothing appealed to her personal aesthetic. She clicked on it and read his profile.

Then read it again. 
Then she looked at his photos.
And read it again.
Before she realized it, she had created a profile of her own and requested him as a friend.
She then went to bed and dreamed about what she had discovered.

Sir313 was a unique dominant. He was only interested in meeting women that were curious about submission but hadn't actually tried it: he wanted to be their first. He had done this many times before as the comments on his page were filled with glowing testimonials, and he firmly stated that he would only do this once with the woman in question unless she agreed to become his.

That fascinated Cynthia. Not his "slave" or his "bitch", but to become "his".

The days passed and Cynthia went about her routine as usual, but each night checked to see if he had accepted her friend request.

At work, she would often find herself getting distracted. She began to have thoughts and images appear in her mind's eye: the feeling of cold steel around her wrists, an authoritative voice telling her to kneel, a firm hand slapping her ass unexpectedly.

She had had these feelings before but few and far between...and never so iintensely. One day she caught herself sliding her hand between her legs while at her workstation. She thought about how bad it would be of her to do this-someone might catch her. 

They might even punish her.

It took her a minute or two before she decided to stop.

What is happening to me, she asked herself.

A week later she found an email waiting in her NoirMail-it was from Sir313.

"I did not respond immediately because you needed to reflect on what you are committing to. Your picture and profile impress me but I do not add friends so easily. I need to know you are serious and ready for this experience. You will go to your bathroom right now and take a picture of yourself naked in the mirror. YOU WILL SHOW YOUR FACE IN THIS PICTURE. If you are ashamed of your body and your natural beauty then you will not be able to handle what I can do for you. After you send me this picture, you will receive an email with directions to a cell phone I will have waiting for you. I will call you on it and you will, when I tell you to, masturbate for me. Then you will be my friend and we can proceed."

She stared at the email, incredulous. What the fuck is this, she thought. This guy is crazy. Who the hell does he think...?

She then noticed the picture he had attached. 

It was a close-up of a woman's face. 
She was blindfolded.
She appeared to be bound.
She had Sir313's finger in her mouth.
She was in obvious ecstasy.

The image captivated Cynthia. She felt shivers down her spine as she arched her back a little. Little goose bumps formed on her areolas and she could feel herself getting wet.She stared at the picture: she wanted to feel like that.

It took her less than 5 minutes to take the picture and send it to him.
The directions to the cell phone arrived 10 minutes later, she got it later that day.

That night, she placed the phone on her nightstand and waited.
Would he call? 
Would she pick up? 
Was she insane for doing any of this?
The minutes seemed like hours and she found herself yearning for the phone to ring.

She realized the anticipation was turning her on.

At exactly midnight, the phone rang. She sat up quickly and answered. His voice was not what she had expected. It wasn't as deep as she predicted it would be, but it was melodic. His words were carefully chosen, rolled off the tongue lyrically and he knew how to use his voice firmly.

"Hello?"
"You know who this is. Are you alone?"
"Yes."
"I need you to listen to me very carefully. If you wish to proceed, you will have to do everything I say in our next conversation without hesitation. I won't hurt you and I won't cross your boundaries but you have to trust that everything I say and everything you do has a reason, and you must address me as Sir at all times. I will give you 5 minutes to decide if you can do this and I will call you back. If you can't, just don't answer."
"But..."

Click.

She lay back on the bed. She had been so unsure before if she would answer the phone, now she found herself frantic to hear him again.

After what seemed like an eternity, the phone rang. She answered on the first ring.

"Hello?"
"You answered the phone, which means you've decided. Until I hang up, you belong to me. Do you understand?"
"...yes."
"Completely. I will control everything you experience until I am done. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Close your eyes."

Cynthia did as he said.

"I want you to slide your fingers up and down your body. Do it lightly."

She lightly brushed her fingertips down her chest, stomach and thighs, then slowly slid her hand back up.

"This body is mine-you are pleasing it for me. I want you to rub your nipple now, slowly. I want you to circle it, tease it, slide against it."

She did as he requested and was shocked how sensitive her nipple had become.

"Pinch it."

How did he know...?

"Pinch it Now!"

She did. A charge of intensity shot through her body.

"Pinch it harder. Harder!"

She squeezed her nipple hard, up to the very edge of pain. She had never done this before and the feeling caught her by surprise.

"Tell me what you're doing for me."
"I'm...rubbing my nipple."
"You must call me sir or I will hang up and never call again."

She froze for a moment. Did he actually say that? She felt like she should be offended-but she wasn't. All she could think of was him hanging up and not wanting that to happen.

"Now, what are you doing?"
"I'm rubbing my nipple, sir."
"For me?"
"For you, sir."
"Very good, but do not ever do that again. If you do, I will disappear and you will never experience what I can teach you."
"Don't sir, I'm sorry."

She was barely aware she had said it. Did that come out of my mouth? She tried to question it but then realized...it FELT right.

"Do you want to learn what I can teach you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you have a mirror on your wall?"
"Yes, sir"
"Go over to it."

She got out of the bed and stood before her mirror.

"Look into your eyes"

She did as he said.

"Those eyes are mine now. I want you to imagine that your reflected eyes are me watching as you do this."

She felt a chill again. She couldn't believe how much this was exciting her. Why was this so arousing?

"Show me your pussy."

Cynthia spread her lips wide for the mirror.

"Rub your clit for me"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me what you are doing."
"I'm rubbing my clit for you, sir."  

She didn't even have to think, it came out effortlessly.

"Are you showing me your pretty pussy?"

She looked at her reflection, tickling her clit in the mirror.
 
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me."

This time she could barely wait to respond. 

"I'm showing you my pretty pussy. I'm showing my pretty pussy and rubbing my clit for you, sir."
"That excites me. Thank you."

The words were like pulling a trigger in her mind. She had done everything he had asked without him giving the slightest hint of gratitude, yet hearing him thank her sent a rush a pleasure through her unlike any she had felt before...then it hit her.

He was making her earn it. She would have to give in completely to get his approval, his respect, his desire.

And she wanted to earn it.

"Ohhh, I'm doing it for you sir. I'm rubbing my pretty pussy all for you, sir."
"My pussy. It's my pussy now."

She quivered-he was taking her now, making her his.

"Tell me."
"It's your pussy, sir. It's all yours."
"Look at me."

Cynthia looked back into the reflection of her eyes.

"Fuck my pussy. Keep looking at me and fuck my pussy till it cums."

The words echoed in her mind. It made her feel so nasty the way he spoke...and nastier to do what he said. It also felt so fucking good. 

She slid a finger inside her pussy. She was shocked how hot and wet it was.

"Fuck my pussy. Tell me."
"I'm fucking your pussy, sir. I'm fucking that pussy for you."

She started to slide it in and out, gaining speed.

"Don't look down-look at me."

She looked back at her face in the mirror.

"I want you to see this. I want you to see how beautiful you are now that you're mine. I want you to show me the look on your face when you cum for me."
"Oh, sir...thank you"
"Cum for me."
"Yes."
"Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum for me"
"Yes!"

She thrust her finger in and out, getting her rhythm where she needed it. She could see her shiny fingers reflected in the mirror. She liked seeing them slide in and out of her body.

"Cum for me baby, let me hear it."

She could feel it starting. Her thighs began to tighten, her toes curled. She arched her back and ground her thrusting hips onto her fingers.

"Sir, I'm gonna..."

She felt right on the edge…and then he said:

"Cum for me NOW!"

It hit like a thunderbolt. She jammed two fingers in as far as she could and her lips clenched around them. She felt waves of heat flowing all throughout her body. She started to moan in ecstasy.

"Oooh, I'm cumming sir, I'm cumming for you, sir. Oh shit. Oh shit!! OH SHIT!!! AHHHHHHH...."

She collapsed on the floor, panting. It felt like electricity was pulsating through every nerve ending on her body. She dug her hand into the carpet as her pelvis twitched again and again. She closed her eyes...

After about a minute she picked up the phone.

"Sir?"
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. When is the next day you have free?"
"Um, Saturday, sir."
"Perfect."

Click.

NO! 
No, no, no.
Call back. Please call back, sir.
Why? 
Why did he do that?

She laid there, speechless. She felt as if she had just lost something so rare and special she would never find it again.

Then the phone began to vibrate.
It was a text message:

Hotel Avalon
Saturday-4pm
Ask for room 313
Wear a white blouse, black skirt, garters, black stockings and a lace thong
Bring your favorite leather belt
Text me when you're at the door

You must do this and you must trust me
Or you'll never hear from me again
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Slave to Love stopped playing on the iPod, the silence breaking Cynthia out of her flashback.

She looked out the window again at the hotel.

She made her decision

10 minutes later, she got off the elevator and walked down the hall to the end.

Room 313.

She texted him. He responded in kind:

Come in.

Cynthia put the phone away, took a deep breath and steadied herself. 

She then opened the door and went inside...
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This Technorotica Tale continues in Part 2, posting next week to Rude Stories. 

In addition:
 -this story is inspired by actual events
- yes, docporno IS sir313
-and yes, he does do this…but only if you’re worthy and you give yourself to him
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