Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series Read Online Free
Author: Cordelia Caldwell
climatically inappropriate clothing and “snuck” as best she could to the door to try it again, fully expecting to find it locked.
It was not.
It opened with a silent turn of the brass knob and Francine entered the hallway on her tippy toes, cringing at the possibility of the dull wooden floor to giving her away with a creak - it did not. Whoever it was was still down the hall in the kitchen a short distance away cooking breakfast, it smelled wonderful , and her empty bellow bubbled in response. She put her hand over it trying to hush it, but hunger rose like an angry serpent. Was there nothing more tempting to an empty stomach than bacon? Unfortunately yes, that thing was freedom. The front door of the cabin was right there and so was she; she could sprint for it. She had been ready to spring for it without a stitch on before her shower if she had to and now she had the empowered feeling of the provided clothing, even if it was grossly inappropriate for the elements.
Gosh that bacon smelled sooo good, (focus Francine!) stealing her resolve she quietly turned the lock on the front door and was out the open door and across the porch.
Chapter 4
Once outside she crept off the short porch & down the stairs her heart beating rapidly as she carefully crossed the snow her flip flops; crunching the soft firm mush on her way to the drive, wondering if she should risk entering the woods in her despite her foolish footwear for additional cover or not. So far it had been all too easy. Just run Francine her inner voice screamed with panic inside her.
She trotted for several minutes before eventually resorting to a brisk pace. As she walked already beginning to shiver with the cold, her nose began to run. She didn’t have any tissues and she began to worry there might be even more snow where this snow came from. She thought about what her mother used to say about snow, that when it was plentiful and stuck around it was surely just waiting for some more, and this place was pretty barren. Well, she had no choice, she would simply have to hope the weather held until she found someone - anyone who could help her.
She began to feel exposed like all eyes were on her, out there in the wilderness, but she told herself that was only because again, it had been so easy! She had just opened the unlocked door! Not very bright thus new "Master" of hers, and probably ugly as a pig, she thought again, and slow as a slug she thought, suppressing a giggle.
As she moved further away from the cabin her confidence grew, as her ruminations took a superior turn. What kind of name was "K" anyway? Well, no matter, this whole ordeal would be over soon enough. She was in decent shape, if she did say so herself. She could walk to a neighbor’s & have his sorry butt tossed in jail, she thought, doing the best she could in her awkward footwear. Eventually her still sensitive nipples began to harden uncomfortably inside the soft bra inside the thin t-shirt. Surely she should have come across a neighbor by now? When would she even reach a main road? This drive seemed to go on forever.
It was rapidly getting colder and now so was she and goose flesh appeared on her arms no matter how much she tried to rub them down. Her teeth began to chatter & soon her mind became obscured by thoughts of nothing except the incredible cold that seemed to numb her legs. How long had she walked? It seemed like miles. Eventually she fell, falling for what seemed like forever towered the frozen ground.
Eventually she felt herself being lifted off the ground by an unseen, unheard force. They were strong arms, very strong arms, holding her close to a muscled build. She felt herself let out a hopeless but requisite yell of protest, but by then even she knew her "escape" was doomed. With defeat she saw the same damn cabin coming up in the distance before she closed her eyes again in weary defeat. Before losing conscious again she realized that without
It was not.
It opened with a silent turn of the brass knob and Francine entered the hallway on her tippy toes, cringing at the possibility of the dull wooden floor to giving her away with a creak - it did not. Whoever it was was still down the hall in the kitchen a short distance away cooking breakfast, it smelled wonderful , and her empty bellow bubbled in response. She put her hand over it trying to hush it, but hunger rose like an angry serpent. Was there nothing more tempting to an empty stomach than bacon? Unfortunately yes, that thing was freedom. The front door of the cabin was right there and so was she; she could sprint for it. She had been ready to spring for it without a stitch on before her shower if she had to and now she had the empowered feeling of the provided clothing, even if it was grossly inappropriate for the elements.
Gosh that bacon smelled sooo good, (focus Francine!) stealing her resolve she quietly turned the lock on the front door and was out the open door and across the porch.
Chapter 4
Once outside she crept off the short porch & down the stairs her heart beating rapidly as she carefully crossed the snow her flip flops; crunching the soft firm mush on her way to the drive, wondering if she should risk entering the woods in her despite her foolish footwear for additional cover or not. So far it had been all too easy. Just run Francine her inner voice screamed with panic inside her.
She trotted for several minutes before eventually resorting to a brisk pace. As she walked already beginning to shiver with the cold, her nose began to run. She didn’t have any tissues and she began to worry there might be even more snow where this snow came from. She thought about what her mother used to say about snow, that when it was plentiful and stuck around it was surely just waiting for some more, and this place was pretty barren. Well, she had no choice, she would simply have to hope the weather held until she found someone - anyone who could help her.
She began to feel exposed like all eyes were on her, out there in the wilderness, but she told herself that was only because again, it had been so easy! She had just opened the unlocked door! Not very bright thus new "Master" of hers, and probably ugly as a pig, she thought again, and slow as a slug she thought, suppressing a giggle.
As she moved further away from the cabin her confidence grew, as her ruminations took a superior turn. What kind of name was "K" anyway? Well, no matter, this whole ordeal would be over soon enough. She was in decent shape, if she did say so herself. She could walk to a neighbor’s & have his sorry butt tossed in jail, she thought, doing the best she could in her awkward footwear. Eventually her still sensitive nipples began to harden uncomfortably inside the soft bra inside the thin t-shirt. Surely she should have come across a neighbor by now? When would she even reach a main road? This drive seemed to go on forever.
It was rapidly getting colder and now so was she and goose flesh appeared on her arms no matter how much she tried to rub them down. Her teeth began to chatter & soon her mind became obscured by thoughts of nothing except the incredible cold that seemed to numb her legs. How long had she walked? It seemed like miles. Eventually she fell, falling for what seemed like forever towered the frozen ground.
Eventually she felt herself being lifted off the ground by an unseen, unheard force. They were strong arms, very strong arms, holding her close to a muscled build. She felt herself let out a hopeless but requisite yell of protest, but by then even she knew her "escape" was doomed. With defeat she saw the same damn cabin coming up in the distance before she closed her eyes again in weary defeat. Before losing conscious again she realized that without
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