Sarah’s Submission: Ch 02 – Indoctrination (1)

This is a 28 chapter story that has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. To excise if from constantly buzzing around my head, I decided to put it on paper. I enjoyed how the story unfolded and grew as I wrote. I hope you will enjoy my effort. Like all authors, especially newer authors, I would appreciate any feedback and comment. I will publish new chapters every few days. All are written and only require the tenth edit to finish. Lol.

Everything changed the following week. She came inside in another slutty little outfit ready to tease and send Mr. Michaels off to his game as usual, but he did not look happy to see her. He told her to come in and sit down on the couch. Billy was nowhere to be seen. She could even see that Max had been put outside onto the deck and waited at the glass doors.

She sat down suddenly nervous and asked, “What’s wrong?”

He stared daggers into her for what felt like minutes without responding or moving. She shifted one way and then shifted back while she waited, only able to sneak peeks at his glare before having to look away. Had she pushed the teasing too far? Had she done something wrong with Billy? Had he noticed the missing money? The last one raised the biggest fear. Her mind raced and a sick feeling started in the bottom of her stomach.

He moved at last. He turned and pointed the remote at the TV. There on the screen she watched herself reaching into the drawer in his room and carefully counting out several bills. The date stamp in the lower corner showed it to be five weeks prior and she knew he had a video of the first time she had taken money. She watched herself tuck the money in her pocket and then shut and lock the drawer. After a brief pause, the video continued with another date in the lower corner showing it to be the following week with the same result of her taking the money out of the drawer. She even counted the money out bill by bill in front of her. No doubt it came to $150, and she even kissed the small stack and had a huge smile on her face. It continued with every succeeding date that she babysat and helped herself to an extra ‘tip’. The camera angle changed a couple of times, but each time, there would be no doubt it had been her.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he demanded in a stern voice. He sounded like a father scolding a very misbehaving child. She had gone pale, and the sick feeling had become a sharp pain. She felt like she might throw up. Tears had welled up in her eyes. The shock of being exposed as the clear thief she had become made her unable to even respond.

“Do you understand that it is a FELONY to steal over $1000? And that you could be sentenced with up to eighteen months in prison as well as a big fine?!” he continued. Again, he just stood there silently, and she sat stone still. Prison? Fine? Her whole life could be ruined. College would be gone. Her scholarship gone. Hell, even getting a shitty job at that point would be the best she could hope for. She would have to tell everyone for the rest of her life that she was a felon. And prison?! She couldn’t go to prison!! She just turned 18. Supposedly the best part of her life. What the fuck was she going to do? She sat too stunned to even respond.

“And that’s not all,” he finally said breaking the silence.

“Not all!!” she screamed inside her head. “What the hell else was there?” she wondered. He had pressed play again and she saw herself, leggings pulled down and hanging off one leg, her moaning and pinching her nipple while her hand rubbed her pussy in a blur until she reached a loud orgasm. She couldn’t move or speak. Humiliation stopped the tears and her breathing. The video mercifully stopped, and he looked back at her with his arms crossed waiting for an answer.

“Mr. Michaels…..what can I say….I’m so so soooo sorry!” she stammered. “Please, please, you can’t call the cops. I…I…I’ll give you all the money back!!” She started to feel frantic. “I’ll give all the money back and all the money you gave me for babysitting and…..and…..and my birthday.” She reached over to touch his arm. “Please Mr. Michaels. This would ruin my life.” Her eyes pleaded to him.

In his continued silence and stare, she searched for something else to say. “I’ll babysit from now on for free. You don’t have to pay me anything. Please, just don’t have me arrested. Don’t show those videos to my parents!” she begged.

Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt hot and faint. “I’d be ruined. I’m so ashamed. Please, what can I do?!” she begged again. The video of her naked and masturbating had been humiliating to watch. If it ever got out, she would be a laughingstock. But that didn’t begin to compare to her blatantly stealing. She couldn’t believe she had done it. How could she have done that? She had always been a good girl. She wasn’t the type to steal. But she did, didn’t she? She had gone into that drawer and had taken the money. She did steal. “What an idiot! What was I thinking? How could I do that?” she said over and over in her head. She actually fell off the couch at his feet and grabbed his leg. “Please don’t report me Mr. Michaels and ruin my life,” she begged again and cried against his leg.

She prayed for sympathy, but she got none. “Get up right now and sit on that couch and stop this bullshit crying!” he yelled. She jumped at his anger and trembled in fear, but did as instructed and got on the couch. His yelling scared the crying right out of her. She gulped in a big breath and held it. She looked up at him and forced herself to be as silent as possible, but remained unable to completely stifle her sniffles.

“You stole Sarah. You have to be punished. I can’t just turn my head and ignore it. How many other people you have stolen from?” he accused.

“NO ONE! I promise. I’ve never done anything like this before,” she protested. “I promise. And I’ll never ever do it again.”

He seemed to calm down and visibly took a couple of deep breaths. “Sarah, I want to believe you, but I can’t just ignore this. There has to be a consequence. I can’t just let this go,” he stated in a much calmer voice. Again, there was a long pause as he just stared at her.

“I’ll clean your house too. Maybe cook some dinners, or…or…wash your car….there has to be some way I can work this off. Something I can do for you other than go to jail….what can I do?” she pleaded again.

“I don’t need or want any of those things,” he responded and then let the silence fill the room again.

The way he said it, she got the idea that there had to be something she could do. She just hadn’t found the right thing. There had to be something she could offer. “Think, think…,” she said to herself. The answer came in a flash and seemed so simple. She looked up and said in a meek voice, “I’ll have sex with you.”

She had been teasing him for months. And being 18 and attractive, surely a chance for an older guy to get a young barely legal girl had to be of interest. Offering her body seemed an obvious choice. And preferable to watching her life get turned upside down.

“I’ll do anything you want,” she continued. “I’ll give you a blowjob, and.., and you can have sex me….anything just please don’t ruin my life,” she added feeling slightly more confident. He hadn’t responded, but he hadn’t shut her down either. She sat quietly waiting for his reaction. She could see him considering as he slowly rocked his head from side to side. She reasoned that every second that passed had to be good for her. Finally, he seemed to soften and sat down on the couch next to her.

The wait was interminable. “That is something I want Sarah. It is something I’ve wanted to a long time,” he admitted slowly. “But I want to make sure you understand what that would mean. I don’t want a girl that I am forcing to have sex with me. It would have to be consensual. More than just consensual. I am a very dominant person. I like to be in charge during sex and I like women to be submissive,” he explained further. “Willingly submissive. Actively enjoying pleasing me. And willing to do anything they are told to do without question. Are you sure you are prepared for something like that?” he asked.

Now she took a turn to be quiet for a minute. Her thoughts went to the cuffs and rope she found in his bedside table. “He means really submissive,” she thought to herself. Was she really prepared to do this? Have sex with a man old enough to be her father? And kinky sex at that? Maybe be tied up? On the other hand, an older man would probably be a lot better at sex than the boys she had been with. Maybe he could show her things she didn’t know about. Just the thought of being submissive to this man made Sarah’s pussy tingle with new expectation. Being submissive to anyone. A part of her really wanted this. But there would be no turning back if she agreed. She could just take her chances with admitting to the crime and dealing with the consequences. The internal struggle pulled her back and forth.

She took a deep breath and said with as much strength as she could muster, “I want this. I understand what I am getting into, and I am willing to be your…” she searched for the right word, “submissive.” Her words felt like someone else saying them while she listened. She felt out of her body. She had just told a man, a much older man than herself, that she would be his sex slave. “What have I done?” echoed in her head.

Mr. Michaels nodded and took a few minutes to let it all sink in. “Once this starts Sarah, there is no turning back. You are mine until I tell you that you that you have paid your debt. You don’t get to say yes to some things and no to others. You are putting yourself in my hands and agree to follow all of my directions. Do you understand?” he questioned.

“I understand.”

“I understand… SIR!” he corrected.

“I understand Sir!” she parroted back. With the emphasis on sir. He meant this to start immediately.

Mr. Michaels pulled out his phone and stated, “We are going to start by you putting on video that you are offering to be my prostitute for money. That you will have sex with me for cash.”

She looked at him blankly for a second. “Why?” she finally asked.

“I am not going to have you jump into bed with me only to turn around the next day and claim that I forced you or raped you. I want to have it clear on video that you are offering yourself to me and doing this willingly. That you are the one propositioning me. Which is the truth, correct?” he finished. She had to admit that it seemed logical.

He pointed the phone at her and started recording. “I am willing to have sex with you. For the money I….,” she paused, “for the money you paid me….,” she corrected, but stopped when she saw he had already lowered the phone. “What’s wrong?” she asked feeling confused.

“If you are not serious about this, then let’s just drop it and go to the police station now,” he stated as he started to stand up.

“No, no wait! What did I do wrong? Isn’t that what you wanted me to say??” she pleaded.

“You looked like a frightened kitten. Nobody would believe you weren’t being coerced. I want you on video WILLINGLY offering yourself as a prostitute. You need to look willing and slutty. You need to make me believe it!” he explained harshly.

“Let me try again. I get it. I can do this. Please, one more try,” she begged. He reluctantly sat back down while she composed herself.

“Mr. Michaels,“ she began in a more confident tone with a sexy edge, “I have always wanted to be with you and have sex with you. I will be your prostitute for money and do….,” she stopped again when she saw the phone come down.

“This just isn’t going to work. You don’t look like you are offering me sex. You look like you are trying to sell me girl scout cookies!” he said exasperated. “This is your last chance. Either get this right or we are done and you can deal with the district attorney.” His look of disgust made her efforts feel pathetic.

She nearly panicked, but managed to get control after several deep breaths. “I can do this. I promise,” she stated with more determination than confidence.

“Why don’t you stand up and give it one last try,” he suggested.

Sarah stood. She thought about what she needed to say and psyched herself up. She could do this. She could be sexy. She could be confident. Hell, deep down she even really wanted it. She just had to be convincing. She put on her sexiest smile and tilted her head to the side just a little. “Tony, I know you want me and I sure as hell want you. I will fuck your brains out. I will suck your dick. I will be your very willing little sex slave,” she stated letting her true slutty self out from it’s hidden corner.

She started to run her hands up her body and cupped and slowly squeezed her tits while she continued, “My body will be yours to grab and squeeze,” she pouted and squeezed her nipples letting out a little moan. “This pussy will drip for you,” fell from her lips as her hand slide down her stomach and pressed against her pussy. “All I need is a little cash,” she finished coyly. “Surely a hot piece of ass like this is worth a little money, right?” she finished with her best sex kitten look on her face.

Mr. Michaels smiled for the first time since she had walked through the door. Sarah knew she had finally made him happy. She had to admit, it had been fun to be that slutty. She had never said anything like that before. She had never tried to be that aggressive before. And seeing him smile actually made her feel good. She knew she had pleased him and for some reason that actually felt like a release to her. Maybe it was just the relief washing over her that her life might not be ruined. But she also felt free in that moment.

“Very good my pet. That was much more like it,“ he praised. “You are a very hot piece of ass.” He paused and settled back into the couch and for the first time that night, started to look relaxed. “I think it is about time I see what I am buying. Take your clothes off. Slowly,” he ordered.

It became very real for Sarah all of a sudden. Taking her clothes off in front of a basic stranger. And she fully expected that the night would end in the two of them fucking. She had imagined having sex with an older man. Fantasized about it countless times like most teenage girls. But she had never expected it to become a reality.

Mr. Michaels still had the phone pointed at her to record her striptease. She felt excited and terrified. She ran her hands over her body again. She really didn’t have a lot of clothes to take off. She had on a tight t-shirt that hugged her chest, cut off at her midriff and a pair of jeans with more holes in them than material. Her ass checks hung through the big sections of denim missing right below the back pockets. She had made those sections bigger that afternoon to let Mr. Michaels see her ass checks as they hung down through the holes.

She grabbed and slowly squeezed her breasts. Then brought her hands down to grab the bottom of her shirt and inched it up over her head slowly. Here tits stood out defying gravity with her nipples fully engorged. She pinched her nipples again, taking a minute to twist them one way and then the other. She moaned loudly at the intense energy released by her fingers. She started swaying her body to nonexistent music.

Her hands dropped to the button on her jeans, and she pulled them apart, lowered the zipper and then slide them down her legs, bending at the middle to take them all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of the jeans and then turned with her ass pointed at him. The only thing she had left was the thong riding up between her ass checks. Without standing up and her head still down by her ankles, she closed and crossed her legs and reached up to slide the panties down her legs. She knew she lowered them slowly, but it still felt lightning quick with her heart beating a mile a minute.

Her pussy had so drenched the thong that it clung to her pussy lips as she tugged them down stretching the thin material. It finally released and fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and raised herself back up, bringing one hand to cover her pussy and the other hand and arm to cover her tits. She turned back to Mr. Michaels and continued to sway back and forth for several minutes before dropping both hands to her side.