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   None of the events described herein ever happened in the real world and
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real events and people is completely coincidental.



   Green River Submission

   M/F D/s

   The narrator of this story lifts the plastic dust cover up and over his
ancient record player, presses a button, and carefully lowers the needle to
the record.  After some crackling and popping, the musical genius of John
Fogerty's voice fills the night air....

   "Well, take me back down where cool water flow Let me remember things I
love Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite Walkin' along the river road at
night Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight..."





   Daylena dances in the moonlight by the river, unaware that Tom watches
intently in the dark shadows of the forest.  From somewhere far off there
is the sound of music, soft, elegant music that she moves to.  He watches
her dance around the fire, and notices the moonlight seems to dance with
her in its reflection up on the river.  She is agile, her movements like
those of the water flowing just beyond.  He gazes at her intently, watching
her every movement.  Dressed in a sheer silken tunic that does nothing to
hide her body from his gaze, she dances.  Her tunic has a soft silken cape
that flows around her body as she moves, and her shadow in the firelight
looks like a small dragon unfolding it's newly formed wings.

   He is an experienced man, and he understands her movements, more so than
she understands them herself.  He smiles to himself as he thinks of the
many women he knows, has known in his life.  There are those that are
'equal' in desires and needs, and ability to express them.  There are those
who need to 'command' to be the aggressor in desire.  There are those that
are frigid and no amount of desire ever reaches their hearts.  And
then.....he smiles again as he thinks of the last type of woman....there
are those whose needs are so great that they can not control them, and do
not know how to express them.  These women give that control to another,
they are 'submissive'.  The lovely bitch that danced by the firelight had
all the movements, all the grace of a true submissive.

   After a while he slipped out of the darkness and watched her boldly.  At
first she did not see him and continued her dance.  Then she does see him,
and in one ungainly moment she nearly trips in surprise.  He caught her
before she could injure herself and set her right.  She smiled timidly and
whispered, "Thank you kind, Sir".

   He smiled at her and told her, "Dance for me." She looked at him unsure
and he repeats sternly, "Dance for me!" She timidly begins to move and sees
his smile.  Her previous grace returns and she is once again lost in her
dance.  As she dances he sees the tell tale signs of excitement.  Her
nipples harden and press against the sheer silk fabric of the short tunic
she wears.  Her hands caress her body as she moves, her palms running over
her nipples, over her hips and down her thighs.  She dances until the far
off music ends.

   "Sir", she begins.....

   "Silence!" he says as he walks up to her.  He stood before her, gazing
at her lovely form.  "What is your name?" he asks her.

   She replies, "I am called Daylena".

   He shook his head as he knelt before her and said, "No, from this time
on your name shall be 'Dragyonfyrebytch' and you are MINE!" His hand
grabbed her hair tightly and pulled her lips to his.  He could easily have
crushed her small head in his hand, instead his lips demanded response from
her.  He slid his hands up under her tunic and lifted it over her head and
dropped it to the ground.  His fingers caught her nipples and he tweaked
them.  He heard her gasp, felt her nipples grow still harder.  He kissed
her again, then put his hands on her shoulders.

   He pushed her down in the tall grass before him, then unstrapped his
breeches and let them drop.  He stepped out of them.  In the fire light she
saw his cock hard, the veins pulsing.  He put a hand on her head and pulled
her mouth to him.  Willingly, she took him deep inside her mouth, and he
moaned at the warm wetness within.  She seemed eager, and it was obvious
she was into sucking, and definitely enjoying this!  He was in heaven
watching his cock slip in and out of her soft lips.  He held her hair
gently in his hands as her head bobbed up and down on his nearly exploding
member.  Yet he had to prove to himself that she was truly submissive.  He
withdrew his cock from her mouth.  She knelt before him, gazing up at him.

   "Ask me, ask to suck my cock," he said to her.  She knelt there,
confused and he reached down and tugged her hair.  "Ask to pleasure me, ask
me to let you suck my cock", he repeated.

   "Pllleas--sse Sir.  Let me pleasure you!"

   He released her hair and smiled at her.  He said, "NO".  Her eyes opened
wide in surprise as he turned and walked nearer the fire.

   "Sir?" she questioned.

   His cock still raged hard as he turned to face her.  "I don't believe
you mean it.  Prove to me you wish to pleasure me.  Crawl to me on your
hands and knees.  Crawl to your new master and service him." Draygonfyre
hesitated only a moment then began to crawl to him.  The grass was soft and
dew had begun to form.  The dew clung to her body as she moved through the
tall grass.

   Kneeling before him she reached to take his cock into her hand and he
stopped her.  He grabbed her hand and said, "You did not ask permission to
touch me!" Tears welled in her eyes as she begged,

   "Please Sir!  Oh please, let me touch you!  Let me pleasure you!"

   Tom smiled.  His instincts never failed him, she was a true submissive.
"You may pleasure me," he told her.  Draygonfyre captured his cock in her
hands and began licking up and down the long hard shaft, down around his
heavy balls, and back to the tip.  He moaned as she slipped her warm wet
mouth back down over his cock and sucked.  His hands rested on her head as
he began to move, to thrust his cock into her sucking mouth, loving the
feel of her tongue as she tasted his glans.

   The firelight danced around them, throwing their shadows on the long
grass at the edge of the forest.  Tom moaned as his new slave earnestly
pleasured him with her soft lips and warm mouth.  He held her head tighter
in his hands and began to move, to thrust into her mouth.  "Yes!  Yes, my
lovely bitch!  Swallow my desire for you!  Drink of my heat!" he moaned as
he began to spew his hot man cream.  She sucked him harder, as if eager to
receive every drop of his cream, as if she could suck him dry.  He groaned
and gave her all that she desired, all that she had pleaded for.

   He withdrew his softening cock from between her lips and pulled her to
her feet.  He thrust his hand between her thighs.  She gasped as he
captured her pussy in his hand, a finger driving into her deeply.  She was
hot, and oh so very wet!  He removed his hand and placed his fingers to her
lips.  "Taste of your own desire my lovely bitch!" he told her.  He watched
as her tongue slipped from between her lips and licked his finger.  He
pushed it into her mouth and she sucked on it, just as she had his hard
cock.  He pulled his finger free of her lips and led her to a fallen log
and sat her down upon it.  Her soft eyes gazed up at him as he leaned down
and fondled her round full breasts, playing with her still hard nipples. 
Then he stood and told her, "Pleasure yourself for me.  I wish to watch you
do this."

   Draygonfyre hesitated, "Sir, I-I-I...please Sir!  No!"

   His hand wrapped in her hair and he pulled her to her feet.  He stared
into her eyes and told her, "I have claimed you as my own!  You are MINE!
As such you will do EXACTLY what I tell you to do!" He pushed her back down
upon the log and said again, "Now bitch, pleasure yourself for me or feel
pain when I punish you!" Draygonfyre, eyes shining, began to run her small
hands over her body.  She closed her eyes and imagined the music was
playing again and she moved to her own touch.  Tom sat near the fire,
watching as the lovely Draygonfyre began her solo dance of pleasure beneath
the moonlight.

   He absently stroked his cock as he watched her fingers slid in and out
of her slit.  He could see by the flickering firelight that she was wet,
her pussy glistening in the light of the flames.  He could hear her sigh,
see her nipples harden, and stand taller upon her firm tight tits.  Her
hips began to move, to thrust onto her own searching fingers.  Tom rose and
went to her.  He roughly pulled her up into his arms, kissed her hard,
demandingly, then pushed her down.  He turned her to face the log and
forced her to bend over it.  He appreciated the sight of her tight round
ass, and his fingers gripped each cheek pulling them wide apart.  He thrust
his cock up to her anal opening.

   "Noooo!  OH PLEASE NO!" Draygonfyre begged as she felt his intention. 
Her juices had run down to her asshole and made it hot, slick, wet.  He
pushed against that lovely brown asshole.  "Noooo!" Draygonfyre cried out
again as he pushed still harder and his cock entered her asshole. 
"ARRRRRGGG!  It hurts!  Please stop!  It hurts!" she cried out.

   "You are MINE bitch, and I will have you any way I please!  Stop that
whining and fuck me!  Come on, move your ass and fuck me!" he told her.  He
raised his hand and brought it down to sting her ass cheek.  She moaned,
but she began to move, to ride his hard pulsing cock in her ass.  He
groaned in pleasure, her asshole was so tight!  He pounded into her ass,
his fingers digging into the fleshy mounds of her ass cheeks.

   He groaned and told her, "Play with your pussy!  Make yourself cum!"

   Dragyonfyre reached down and fingered her own clit as he continued
slamming into her tight ass.  She moaned, the pleasure mounting in her
pussy, and in her ass!  Suddenly her body trembled and she moaned low in
her belly.

   Tom grinned and fucked her ass harder still, telling her, "Cum for me my
lovely bitch!" She was bouncing her ass up and back on his cock, fucking
him hard.  Tom could not resist cumming any longer.  He grabbed her hips
and held her still as he jammed his cock into her ass deep.  His cock
throbbed and burst, washing her insides with his hot sticky sperm. 
Draygonfyrebitch groaned, shuddered, and a sigh of pure pleasure left her
lips as her pussy spasmed and she too came.

   He withdrew from her ass and smiled as she turned over to peer up at
him. He stepped aside and picked up her tunic.  He tossed it to her and
said, "Get dressed, you are coming with me."

   "Sirr-rr-r-r?" She questioned.

   As he tucked his manhood back into his pants he told her, "I've said you
are mine, and so you are.  Get dressed and follow me.  Do not lag behind
me, I would have to punish you!" Draygonfyre nodded, and drew her tunic
over her head.  Tom was already far along the path, his long lean legs
carrying him quickly.  She had to hurry to catch up to him.  He glanced
over his shoulder to see her following as commanded.  He smiled, thoughts
of many pleasure filled nights ahead teasing his mind.

   part 2



   Tom sped up his pace, now and then looking over his shoulder to see if
Draygonfyre still followed him.  She did, but at a distance that made him
frown.  She was not trying hard enough to keep up with him.  He resolved
he'd have to punish her, just to teach her a lesson.  He smiled as the
thought crossed his mind.  Having a submissive was not new to him, but he
would enjoy teaching this lovely young woman what the meaning of being
'submissive' really is.

   He arrived at his cabin, went inside and lit the candles, tossed the
blankets aside on the cot.  The cabin was only one room, with a well a few
paces to the side.  His furnishings were few, a table and chairs, a cot, a
book shelf.  He liked this way of life, it suited him.  There were a host
of cats that ran in and out of the cabin at their will.  He had a fondness
for the furry creatures.  he frowned as he waited for her, for perhaps
another 3 or 4 minutes.  Too long to his mind.

   He waited, arms folded across his chest.  Finally she came through the
door.  "Draygonfyre, you dawdled behind me.  You should have kept up with
me.  You disobeyed me!  Strip off that tunic NOW!  Prepare for your
punishment!" Draygonfyre's eyes shone with the start of tears.  She had not
meant to displease him.  She'd been lost in thought, as she considered this
strange man who claimed her as his own.  She drew the tunic up over her
head and held it in her small hand.  He reached out and took it from her
and tossed it aside.

   "Get up on my cot, lay down and spread you legs." he told her.  She
hesitated and he grabbed her arm and pushed her to the cot.  "Lay down and
open your legs as wide as you can!" He commanded her.  She trembled but did
as he commanded.  Now her pussy was open and exposed to his every whim.  He
picked up a large wooden spoon used for stirring his deer stews and raised
it over her mound.  "This is for not obeying me!" he told her as he slapped
her pussy with the spoon.  "OH NO!  PLEASE, SIR, NO!" she cried out as the
spoon stung her outer lips.  He grinned and slapped her pussy again, and
she tried to close her legs.  He slapped each thigh with the spoon, causing
red welts as he demanded, "Open your legs and take the punishment, or I
shall punish you harder, and longer!" Draygonfyre cried, but opened her
legs wide.  Tom slapped her most tender place just once more before setting
the spoon aside.  "Do not move." He commanded her.  Draygonfyre lay
completely still on the cot as she watched him move about the room.

   Tom gathered his shaving mug, his straight razor and the strop.  He
stood beside her and her eyes opened in fear as he sharpened the razor, up
and down the strop.  He smiled at her and said, "There is no need for all
that hair on your mound.  It impeded my punishment of you."

   He sat down beside her, took his lather and brush and caused a thick
foam to rise in her pussy hair.  "SSs-sir?" she questioned.  He smiled and
said, "Do not move.  I would hate to nick a most important part of your
anatomy." Draygonfyre almost shivered, but he had lain the razor on her
mound and was beginning to draw it down.  She did not shiver, she did not
move.

   She felt his fingers spread her wide, felt the cold steel of the razor
as he carefull shaved her completely.  When he was satisfied he told her,
"Go to the well and draw some water.  Wash yourself of the lather, make
yourself clean for me!" She did as he told her too, and now she shivered.
Her fingers touched her now hairless mound and she could only wonder at
this strange man who claimed her as his own.  She washed slowly, beneath
the light of the moon, under which just a short time ago she'd been
dancing. As her hands caressed her body she moved, as if once again hearing
the far off music.

   Tom came to the door of the cabin and quietly watched the lovely young
woman.  She was almost dancing once again, her hands running over her body,
caressing each tender, yet hard nipple.  He saw her shiver in pleasure then
called out to her from the cabin door, "I did not tell you to stand there
and daydream!  Get to it woman, then get in here!" She opened her eyes and
realized where she was, saw that he was watching her intently.  She blushed
and quickly finished her washing and ran back inside the cabin.  "I'm sorry
sir!" she pleaded.

   He said nothing only pushed her down on the cot, pushed her legs open
wide and lifted them over his shoulders.  His hot mouth covered her now
hairless mound, his wet slippery tongue flicked over her slit.  She tensed,
and he drove his tongue between those soft velvet pussy lips to lick her
clit.

   Draygonfyre moaned in sweet pleasure as he lapped at her pussy.  Her
toes curled as he fucked his tongue into her deeply, tasting the sweet flow
of her woman juices.  His thumbs held her pussy lips open, allowing him to
drink deeply from her.  She sighed and began to move, to respond to his
lapping tongue.  He stopped and looked up at her and said, "Do not cum
until I give you permission." She moaned louder, her body tensed as his
tongue once more found her secret center.

   She tried, tried so hard to control herself, to not give in to the
pleasure he was giving her.  Ever so slightly she began to move, to thrust
herself upon his tongue.  His lips still against her hot wet flesh he told
her, "DO NOT cum." Then he closed his lips over her clit and sucked.

   Hard as she tried she couldn't NOT cum.  She clenched her hands into
fists, she bit her lip, her entire body tensed and he sucked harder, then
pushed a finger up to her entrance and teased her with it.  Barely pushing
into her hot wet pussy, just teasing.

   Draygonfyre lost control of herself and moaned out loud and thrust her
ass down hard, impaling her pussy on his teasing finger, and at that very
moment she screamed, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH I CAAAAANNN'T MASTER!  I CAN'T NOT
CUM!" He ignored her cries, sucked her clit and let her fuck herself on his
finger.  Her nipples were rock hard, goosebumps caressed her soft skin, and
she reached down and grabbed his hair, pulled his face tighter to her pussy
and came...

   "OOOOOOOHHHHHH MASTERRRRR!!!" she screamed.  He allowed her to cum
completely and when she lay exhausted upon his cot, only then did he raise
his eyes to her and tell her, "You disobeyed me.  Now you will be
punished!" Draygonfyres eyes shone brightly as she begged, "Please sir!  I
couldn't help it!  You made me feel so very good sir!" He shook his head as
he reached out and caught her hair in his hand.  "You still don't
understand do you my lovely?  You belong to me now.  I say IF, WHEN, WHERE
you may have your pleasure.  I will punish you each and every time you
disobey me until there comes the day when you will know what I wish before
I even command it!"

   Draygonfyre's bottom lip trembled as she nodded, then asked, "Sir?  What
is my punishment to be?" Tom grinned at her and told her, "you will have to
wait until tomorrow to find that out.  For tonight I am tired and we must
rest." He pulled her into the cot with him and within seconds was sound
asleep.  Draygonfyre lay awake a long time, wondering what her punishment
might be.