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| Fall and Submit - New Story! |
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| Written by Marquesa |
| Tuesday, 15 June 2010 16:10 |
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By Robert Flannerie Isaac frowned. He had spent a full ten days at the motel, three more then planned, and still just couldn't catch a plane flight back to Chicago. He had originally planned a week long vacation to New York City. He hadn't been there for ten years, and decided it was just what he needed after his rather nasty break-up with his girlfriend of three months Kelly. He never spent enough time with her, she was too unsupportive, he had too much work, she had too many old boyfriends, etc, etc, etc. He sighed and took another sip of his coffee at the café across the street from the motel. For a motel, it was surprisingly clean, and, well, not seeming to be a place for serial killer to hang out at. Isaac had always thought of motels as creepy, run-down places full of drug dealers and rapists, but this one was different. As he bit into his croissant, he looked across the street to the motel door and grinned like a crazy person. That lovely black-haired beauty from a few doors down was leaving the motel, wearing a revealing miniskirt, which showed off her long, voluptuous legs and the beginnings of her delicious, undulating bottom. She as also wearing a tank top that barely covered her full, round, magnetic breasts. His eyes followed her involuntarily until she turned the corner, off to wherever it was she went. Perhaps she was a good reason for staying, he thought. She'd have to be the last attraction of his vacation to visit, before he finally managed to catch a flight. That Evening The grin was still glued to his face. Isaac couldn't believe how lucky he was! He had finally gotten up the courage to ask out the beautiful girl (whose name, he discovered, was Yana) out to dinner, and she accepted. It seemed absolutely crazy to him, but hey, he wasn't about to complain. He met her outside the motel and they hailed a taxi. On the taxi ride there, they talked, and he just couldn't stop looking at her beautiful eyes. Her cheekbones were high and her skin tone and slight accent strongly implied she was from somewhere in Eastern Europe, which only made him even more aroused in her presence (something about Eastern Europeans just got him so turned on). "So, Isaac, I suppose you want to tell me more about yourself?" "Huh?" Her smooth, sultry voice snapped him out of his dreamy state and he began stuttering and stammering out his reply. "Oh, um, sorry. Well, I was born in a suburb near Chicago, and-" Her giggles cut him short. "What?" he asked. "Oh, Isaac, I'm not looking for your life story." She leaned in close, her face almost touching his, her beautiful, green eyes staring devilishly into his as her full, seductive breasts teasingly pressed against his chest, her legs running up and down his. "I want to know what gets you hot. I want to know what makes your blood pump." He was dumbstruck, but before he could answer, the taxi came to an abrupt halt. I hastily paid the fare, and got out, still a little dazed. Yana seemed slightly annoyed, as much at me as at the taxi driver. She pulled at my arm and I snapped back to reality, walking towards the restaurant. We talked and laughed over the candlelight, at a secluded table. Eventually, after they had both eaten, they got a ride back to the motel. Isaac couldn't believe his luck when she made a seductive beckoning motion for him to come into her room. It took his brain a while to process this, but soon, he stumbled, zombie-like, into her room and sat down on her couch, unable to look at anything but her. She sat down next to me, and I caught a strong whiff of her perfume, which was a sweet, seductive scent that sent shivers down his spine and blood pumping into his cock. She leaned in close again, just as she had in the taxi, and whispered teasingly, "What makes you hot, Isaac? Do my beautiful breasts send your blood pumping?" He found himself instinctively look down to her gorgeous cleavage, his cock indeed hardening at an alarming rate the more he watched. She sat so her breasts were fully facing him, and she began to fondle them, gently swaying them back and forth, to and fro with her hands, occasionally giving the lovely pillows of pleasure a gentle squeeze. "It feels so good to drift down into my cleavage, doesn't it, darling?" She nodded for him, as though his actual response meant little. "Yes, of course it does, baby.. just keep staring, keep looking, deeper and deeper, farther and farther.." At this point, he knew he was being hypnotized, but there was little he could do about it. His muscles had turned to jelly, his cock was throbbing uncontrollably, and his eyes were wide open and teary. However, somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, a burst of resistance came unceremoniously crashing out of nowhere, causing him to close his eyes shut and begin panting with the exertion of doing so. He immediately felt two soft, smooth breasts press powerfully against his face, absolutely coated in the perfume she used. He felt like he was going to faint with the strain. Then her lovely lips opened again, and he knew all would be well. "You can't resist your Mistress, Isaac. Open your eyes and stop being silly. Just fall and submit.. fall and submit.. fall and submit.." Every time she said, "fall and submit", he could feel his mind drifting deeper into a sea of relaxation, carried away helplessly by Mistress Yana's words. He suddenly felt a great emptiness in his mind, like there was simply nothing to command his body. Then a warm, strong, soothing presence drifted in to fill the void, and he realized that Yana had taken over the control center of his body while his mind and my free will were consumed by the waves of pleasure. "Open your eyes, slave." His eyes snapped open obediently, and he looked around. I guess I should say that his body looked around, since Mistress Yana was the one actually controlling him. He was naked on the bed, his hands and feet tied to the bedposts. He also had the largest erection of his entire life. Mistress Yana was standing over him, completely naked, smirking at his helpless state. He merely looked up blankly, awaiting command. "Okay, slave, I want you to cum when I say, "cum", all right? And not a moment sooner. I want to have some fun." With that, she kneeled down and took his cock in between her huge, firm breasts. She grinned up at him while she worked, his face contorted in pleasure. "Okay, Isaac, let's recap. After you cum, you'll walk calmly back into your room and go to sleep. When you awake, you'll remember nothing of this. Then, the next day, you'll sleep in and miss your flight. You'll be annoyed by this, but only for one more day. You'll see me leave the motel while at the café, and later, ask me out. Tomorrow will be your last day of free will, so enjoy it while you can. After tomorrow, I'll keep you forever! Now cum!" She let out a high-pitched, triumphant laugh as his cock pumped and shot out all of its hot, sticky releases. The Next Morning Isaac frowned. He had spent a full eleven days at the motel, four more then planned, and still just couldn't catch a plane flight back to Chicago. |