SOLD INTO SUBMISSION
"SOLD
INTO SUBMISSION” An Explosive New Novel of Bondage and Submission
from the #1 Bestselling Author, Powerone. In this one-of-a-kind
tale of domination and surrender it's the 1930s in the midst of the Great
Depression. A mother and her nineteen-year old daughter, left on their own in the world, discover that their only hope of
survival is to barter their bodies.
Wealthy men who live to dominate are willing to pay the pair well for the right
to become their masters for a year. At first, both women are
convinced that they will loath their new lives. But they soon find
that submission is not without its rewards. And pleasures.
Powerone is the author of the #1 Bestselling novels "Taught to Submit" and "Teaching the Au Pair To Submit,"
as well as the collection "Tales of Bondage and Submission" and
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EXCERPT
It was already snowing, an early winter making life on the street that much more difficult. Marie barely had time to celebrate graduating from high school before tragedy struck her family. Her father, barely forty, died from black lung disease, his body ravaged by the fast-moving ailment. Too many years underground digging coal in the Appalachian hills had taken its toll on his youthful body, in its prime. The depression had already struck the country, making life very difficult for families with one breadwinner working. Life was now almost impossible for Marie’s family. Her mother, Brenda, now a widow, was all alone with her nineteen-year-old daughter Marie.
With the little
money they had, Marie and her mother moved to
Then tragedy struck again. The relatives Marie and her mother were staying with had to leave town when Camilla’s mother had a heart attack. Marie and Brenda were left in the small, cramped apartment for the balance of the month. They were soon evicted, of course, for Brenda’s pay was not even sufficient to cover the monthly rent.
They had been on the street for two weeks now, living in one of the Homerville’s that were sprouting up all over the cities and towns, places where families could pitch a tent, or build a shanty to keep them somewhat dry from the rain and the snow that was coming. Crime was rampant, your possessions gone before you even realized it. Theft of meager food rations was enough to warrant violent attacks, dangerous enough for a family but more than hazardous for two females alone without protection.
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Some of Bill’s clients had eccentric tastes. These men indulged in perverse pleasures and the pimp was paid handsomely for providing his clients with young girls to bind tightly in their beds. Bill enjoyed his work, and he scoured the Homerville’s regularly to acquire fresh flesh. Just imagining a virgin bound and spread, with each innocent orifice ready to be probed, made his cock throb. Bill was the city’s largest pimp. He appreciated the perversions he catered to and he was paid well for his job.
“I could find you a way to make money. A lot of money. You could have enough to find a nice place to live and take care of your mother.” He waited, looking into her eyes, seeing the desperation. He had seen that hundreds of times. Lovely young girls with no choices in life. Their bodies their only asset, the worsening depression giving them no option but to sell their virtue to the highest bidder. That is where Bill came in.
“I know what you want me to do. You want me to become a prostitute for you. I can’t do that. I couldn’t sell my body to a long list of strange men each night, pretending to like them as they took me. You’d have me looking old and haggard in a couple of years and I would still not be any better off.” Marie looked at him defiantly.
“You know Amy, don’t you? You’re both about the same age. She went to work for me last month. Her mother and she are living in the commons. They have a nice apartment in one of the brownstones. A nice safe neighborhood. She dresses well, has plenty of food and her mother doesn’t have to work.”
So, Amy went to work for Bill. “I still couldn’t do that with a bunch of strange men. A life that would never end.”
“What if it wasn’t like that? What if it was just for a period of time? And, only one man?” Bill looked to see if she showed an interest. Her eyes seem to lighten up a bit.
“I have one particular client in mind. He would love you, if you were willing of course. I could find a nice apartment for your mother to live in and a full time job with a nice family. At the end of a year, you would be paid the sum of $1,000, a sum of money that could buy a nice house for you and your mother and still have money left over. For college maybe.” He wanted her interested.
She never thought of it that way. After a year, free to go with enough money to move away. Maybe go back home and buy a house. To forget all of this and start fresh again.
“My client, Michael, wants a mail-order bride for a year. Not a typical girl that he would marry forever. No, he wants someone to submit to him for a year. And, he wants a fresh girl with no sexual experience who he can train.” He waited, not wanting to give her too much information at one time. Let her acclimate to it a bit at a time.
“There are many perversities that my client enjoys. Bondage, spanking, oral and anal sex. Michael wants a submissive girl who will cater to his needs. She would have to be willing to let him have his way with her body in any manner that he sees fit.” He waited to see her reaction, her eyes opening wide at the range of perversities, sure that she had never even thought of them before.
“Bondage? You mean he
would tie me up? Anal? Oral?”
Why would anyone want to do such
things? She thought about being bound
again, unable to stop the stripping of her body, unable to stop the person from
sexually using her. And
her mouth and butt. She already
had felt fingers touching her backside, what else would be required?
“Many men have the desire to tie up a girl and force her to submit. It is very erotic to bind a female in an interesting and provocative display, to keep her held open, so she can only struggle as she is fondled at will. Some females find this very stimulating, Marie. A way to experience new sexual experiences without having consent. And very sexually gratifying. The female body can be forced to climax while bound, often numerous times.” Bill enjoyed Marie’s response. Her eyes going wide as she blushed hard and looked down. He would love to have a chance at her body, to force her to feel orgasm after orgasm.
“I would be too embarrassed to face my mother after all of that,” she said in a hushed, trembling voice.
At least she was still considering it. “There is another part of the agreement to take care of that. Your mother is still a very attractive woman. Once you have passed the physical examination, you mother would have to submit to my client, submit sexually while you watch. It is difficult to fault the things that you will have done if she has done the same things. She will be bound, stripped naked and her body sexually used by my client. I’m sure Michael will enjoy the added pleasure that your mother will give him. And the humiliation of having to perform in front of her own daughter will be priceless, forever silencing any outrage over your actions. After all, she would be getting a better life because of you; she should also have to give up something in return.”
“I’ll be frank with you, Marie. I don’t think you and your mother will survive much longer. Winter is coming quickly and you barely escaped being raped once. I don’t think you will be so lucky next time. If you are going to give up your virginity, it might as well be worthwhile. This depression is still getting worse. You at least have your body to barter with. Do it while you still can. You think about it and talk to your mother. But hurry, I will take the first girl that my client is agreeable to. There are many other girls just like you, some more willing to agree.”