Willing Submission

"Yes ma'am," was my answered, returning her gaze. I didn't know if this was in any way smart but the wet spot in my panties and the excitement that filled me was enough to sway my answer. Amanda smiled at my response, and how easily I had submitted to her. Her lips were amazing and I had to fight to pull my eyes off of them.

"Good girl," Amanda's voice sounded like a purr as she praised me. We stood there in the center of the room just holding each other, as Amanda's lips and fingers explored every inch of my flesh. My flesh, but it now belonged to her. After she'd had her fill for the moment, she leg go of me and turned me towards her desk. Sitting on it was a small wooden box the color of midnight. Though it was short in height, it looked like it was several inches across. In sparkling golden letters was my name. I looked at my new mistress, unsure of what to do.

"It has your name on it," she said smartly as if that was what I was confused by. "Melissa," she cooed in my ear in a voice so seductive my knees almost gave out. "Go get it and bring it back," she commanded. I did as she said and grabbed the small black box from her desk and returned to Amanda.

"On your knees," she ordered and I obeyed. I presented the box to her. Instead of taking the box, she simply popped the latch on it and the box's lip flipped open. I couldn't see what was inside of it from here but it was only a few pounds at most so it couldn't be something very heavy. Amanda's hand reached out and vanished into the box for a second before coming back out with a strip of black leather with little pits of pink on it. She held it end to end as it was stretched wide and easy to read. The leather had pink letters with white boarders that read Yes, Mistress.

"This is how you are to answer me at all times, either 'yes, Mistress', or 'no, Mistress'," she elaborated. "Do you understand?".

"Yes, Mistress," I answered back dutifully. She smiled and told me I was a good girl yet again and it felt like my whole body was about to melt into a puddle of heat. She stepped forward with the collar in hand and began wrapping it around my throat. She started speaking as she worked and told me to repeat what she was about to say.

"With this collar, You sign away your freedom to me. You hereby agree to bind yourself to me forever and always. You are mine to use as I see fit," she dictated.

"With this collar, I sign away my freedom to you. I hereby agree to bind myself to you forever and always, Mistress. I am your's to use as you see fit," I answered her. Reaching down into the box again, she produced another strip of black, but this time it didn't look any different than cotton. Again, Amanda came to me and began wrapping it around my eyes like a blindfold.

"This blindfold symbolizes your blind trust in me. Even if you don't know what I'm doing or planning, you swear to trust me implicitly," came her voice as she finished the blindfold and stood back up.

"This blindfold symbolizes my blind trust in you. Even if I don't understand what you're doing or planning, I swear to trust you implicitly," I replied. I could hear Amanda stooping down and reaching into the box again and came back up explaining what was the next item.

"With this ball gag, you agree to never speak against me. You swear to never raise your voice to me, or to tell me 'no'. Do you understand?" she asked. Once again I repeated her words.

"With this ball gag, I agree to never speak against you. I swear to never raise my voice to you, or tell you 'no'," I decreed and opened my mouth wide to accept her gag to show her that I meant what I had said. After I was finished Amanda dolled out another round of praise as she affixed the gag into my mouth and around my head.

"You now belong to me, forever and always," was the last thing she said to me before making good on her vow to fuck me. As soon as the words left her mouth I felt her hands hastily removing my clothes as if opening a Christmas present she had been waiting months for. Her present was a brand new bitch.

With my clothes removed one by one, I felt more and more **** to the world but increasingly safe with my new mistress. I swore to trust her implicitly and I planned on keeping those vows. As soon as my panties were removed from my legs, I felt Amanda's finger run up and down my slit and I said a silent thank you to my earlier self for shaving before coming to college today. I could hear her move up to my upper body and felt her hands on my wrists. Amanda put my wrists together over my head and began tying them with a soft wet material that I soon figured out were my panties. The thought of being tied up with my own dirty panties excited me by the sheer idea of how kinky it was.

Amanda moved by down to my lower body when she was done binding me and spread my legs until there was enough room for her to lay in between them. Without another word Amanda laid into my pussy, softly at first but soon she grew more and more intense. Her tongue was like magic as it brought wave after wave of pleasure with each lick of my pussy. When her mouth was tired, she used her fingers and pumped my leaking snatch to orgasm after orgasm. Truthfully, I had never cum so many times in one day, much less one sitting. My old record of three was easily shattered as Amanda mercilessly tongue fucked me until I was a quivering, squealing mess of sweat, saliva and my own secretions. Even through my new ball gag, I had to be making quite the commotion. I couldn't even ask her to slow down or stop with the obstruction in my mouth. Soon the word asking wasn't enough and it turned to begging. My pussy was on fire and I didn't know how much I could take, but Amanda was having too much fun to listen to my muffled pleas. Every time I came I was reduced to a squealing mess again and again and I feel like she would have stopped a long time ago if she didn't find it so great to listen to me moan and scream. Finally, she relented from my tired pussy and laid down on my heaving chest as I recovered from another mind shattering orgasm.

My mistress laid there cuddling me back down from what ever galaxy I was now in after all of those orgasms. I had tried to count but after a while I couldn't keep track. They just kept coming, one after another. I couldn't keep up after 6 but it had to be at least double that. I had no idea that any one person could cum so many times in a row. When she was done, she popped the ball gag out of my mouth to help me catch my breath a bit more easily. When it finally returned to a more normal pace, Amanda kissed me quickly on the lips.

"Ready for round two?" she asked. ROUND TWO, my mind shouted but I held my tongue, remembering my earlier promise. Instead I decided to play it a bit more safe.

"Round two?" I asked in a tired tone. "There's still a round two?"

"And a round three and four and five, depending on how good you are," Amanda answered back. If it goes to five rounds I'm going to be six feet under, was my only thought on her latest declaration.

"What do you say to me for letting you cum so many times?" Amanda coaxed.

"Thank you," I said heavily, still trying to get back to a calm rate of breathing. I was met with a sharp pinch to my nipple and a slap on my inner thigh.

"Were you always this dense, or did I just fuck your brains out?" she taunted.

"Thank you for letting me cum so many times, Mistress," I corrected myself with the proper answer to her question.

"Good girl," Amanda said smoothly and my heart did another flutter at her words. "Since it's your first night as my new sex toy, I'll let you pick where this big rubber toy goes," she finished. I had totally forgot about the strap-on that's been between her legs this whole time.

"So which is it? Are you a buttslut or is that pussy not worn out yet?" my mistress purred in my ear with a predator look that made me both excited and afraid all at once.