Undercover Submissive by Michelle Hughes Page B

her get over her fears with this would start her on the road to recovery.  It was strange to him how many submissive's he had met in his life that seemed to find this lifestyle after such a life occurrence
    She hadn't allowed herself to think about it consciously in years.  Before she could change her mind she told him her story quickly.  She'd only been fifteen the year it started, in the beginning he had snuck into her bedroom and fondled her when she was asleep, but that had gradually turned into something more.  She recalled that first night with a terror that had her body tensing again.
    She had awakened with his hand covering her mouth and him in between her thighs, forcing himself into her.  She remembered the pain and the feeling of suffocation as his hand pressed again her mouth.  Tears fell down her cheeks at the horrible memories.  He had told her if she told her mother he would kill them all and she'd believed him. 
    He didn't stop with her, and she found out months later that he'd been doing the same thing to her sister.  Both of them were convinced by his lies that no one would believe them and how they deserved what he was doing, so they didn't tell their mother for a year.  Instead they worked together and tried to make sure they were never alone.  They had discovered he wouldn't try anything if they were together. 
    The last time it had happened Cait had been beaten so badly after she refused him that her mother hadn't believed the countless lies they made up for various bruises he had left on their bodies and she called the police.  The truth had finally been revealed.
    He listened to her story and shook his head in disgust.  "He doesn't deserve to walk this earth!" He had never understood how someone could hurt a child in such a way and it sickened him.  "Thank you for sharing your story with me girl."  He knew that now their training could truly begin.
    For reasons she couldn't understand, telling him about her past allowed her to relax.  That and the feel of his hand lightly massaging her rear had her body feeling almost languid. His fingers were kneading the flesh of her rear and she moaned softly at the sheer bliss of it.
    "Did he ever enter you here?" His finger slid between the cheeks of her ass and a single digit pressed against the tight orifice. 
    Her body tensed and she shook her head slightly.  "No, S-sir,"
    "Has anyone ever touched you this way?" He slowly pushed his finger inside aware of how tense she was now.
    "N-no S-sir," she really didn't like the feeling, it felt so foreign and intimate to her.
    "Relax for me," he spoke quietly knowing she would need to get used to this because all the girl's he trained wore plugs in public.  It was a technique he used in training because it taught the submissive to be humble in his opinion. As he began to work his finger slowly in and out of her tight chamber she tensed and he withdrew.  His hand landed on her ass with a firm slap.
    "We're going to try that again, and this time you're going to relax."
    His finger slowly inched back inside her, and he was pleased to see her attempting to not fight the invasion.  After several long strokes he added another finger and she gasped and tensed again.  "Relax," he demanded firmly.  Waiting as she complied he continued the gentle assault with his fingers, stretching her.  Her body had sufficiently lubricated itself and he was pleased.  It proved that she was not completely rejecting the act even if her mind balked at it. Pulling his fingers from her he stood and walked over to the chest.  Finding a small butt plug he walked back over and slowly spread her cheeks.  It was a little larger than his two fingers and he had to work it in with patience.
    The sensation was odd, and she felt rather full but she didn't attempt to push it out.  She was rewarded with a soft caress down her back and felt like purring.  This was one of the things on his list and she had mentally prepared somewhat,