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From: Jaggery@twilight.demon.co.uk (Jaggery)

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Subject: Story: Silent submission.

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Date: Mon, 30 Jan 1995 19:47:20 +0000

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Umm.. I'm really sorry about this story, truly I am. But 

sometimes, if you get a story in your head, ya just gotta 

write it. But even I'm a tad embarrassed about this one..

 

Usually copyright notice stuff I suppose; electronic 

distribution is fine as long as you keep my attribution, but 

ask me if you want to use it in any other medium. Though 

given the content of this story, you'd be a sick puppy if you 

wanted to!

 

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			Silent Submission.

 

I looked at her lying there on the bed. She was, of course 

totally silent. It's not in her nature to talk, but in any case, I 

had trained her never to make a sound. And she was very 

good at it - I could do exactly as I wished with her body, 

causing her pain that would make any other woman scream 

aloud, beginning for mercy. But from her - not a word. She 

would just look at me with her eyes wide open, out of terror 

or sometimes trust, and I would do exactly what I wanted. 

Sometimes it would be pretty straight vanilla sex, at other 

times, I'd twist her arm up very high behind her back, and 

whisper obscenities into her ear. At other times I'd put 

nipple clamps on her, very very tightly, much tighter with 

her than I'd ever been able to do it with anyone else. Or I'd 

take clothespins and place them all over her body - down 

her legs, her arms, face, breasts, between her legs at her sex, 

then pull them off slowly or quickly, depending on my 

mood. And my slave would just lie there, allowing me to 

pleasure myself exactly which ever way I wanted to.

 

I lay down next to her on the bed, turning her face towards 

me. I've taught her to only look directly up at the ceiling 

when she's lying on the bed you see. She goes so deeply 

into submission that I have to grab her hair and physically 

twist her head to look into her eyes, if I'm lying next to her, 

rather than on top of her. I stroked her body slowly, 

enjoying the sensation, and then I took one nipple between 

thumb and forefinger, and twisted it viciously. Her body 

arched, but good little slave that she was, she managed to 

remain silent. I whispered into her ear 'I've got a suprise for 

my little slave... and she's not going to enjoy it...'

 

I got up from the bed, and unwrapped my new purchase. It 

was a very large dildo - even I wasn't sure that she'd be able 

to take it all, but I was determined to try. I knelt between her 

legs, looking up at her, and waved the dildo, so that she 

could see it. Her eyes were wide open as she looked... I 

wondered what terrified thoughts were going through her 

mind; but quite frankly, the thought only lasted a moment, 

since I wasn't really that concerned about how she felt. I 

held her down firmly with one hand pressed hard against 

her thigh, then brutally rammed the dildo up into her sex. 

Her body arched upwards, but good little slave that she was, 

she made no sound - only her body gave me any indication 

that she was struggling to accommodate the dildo. I looked 

down, between her legs, and saw that she was stretched very 

widely; I was amazed that she'd managed it, but of course, I 

wasn't about to tell her this - this session, as all sessions 

with her, was just for my pleasure.

 

I left the dildo in place, and walked around the room, 

looking at her lying there, with this monstrous thing pushed 

up deeply into her, and I marvelled that after the initial 

movements of her body as I pushed it in, she didn't move. I 

lit a cigarette; I was very hard and excited by this time, and 

I wanted to torment her some more. I sat on the edge of the 

bed, and caught her attention by waving the cigarette close 

to her.... and then a thought struck me... I leaned closer to 

her, and whispered once more.. 'Ever wondered what it 

would be like to feel a cigarette being burned against you, 

slut? Ever thought how painful it would be?' I was getting 

highly aroused by this - I'd never thought of it before, but 

now I had... well.. the thought was there... and I had to try it. 

I yanked the dildo out of her, and pulled her into a sitting 

position, so I could better watch. Her eyes never left the 

cigarette and I held it close to her body... stroking it over her 

breasts (though not that close - I didn't want to spoil the 

moment), over her arms, and down over her legs. Finally, I 

held it really close to her clit... and looked up at her - her 

mouth was open in a wide 0 of fear..... and I decided that 

now was the perfect time..... I shouted 'Suffer, bitch!' and 

ground the cigarette out against her sex....

 

There was a gasp as she finally made a sound, and then I looked up, 

aghast at what I'd done. I'd finally gone too far, god help me... I'd pushed 

her further than I'd ever done before and had truly found her 

limits. Then I shrugged.. she was only a cheap little slut, and 

I was pretty sure I could find another one. But then I sat bolt 

upright, and an awful thought occurred to me: Where the 

HELL was I going to be able to buy another blow-up doll at 

*this* time of night?

 

-- 

 

                       Jaggery the Rascal.

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."

         "I am a rebel soldier, and far from my home."