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Saved by Submission

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by Laney Rogers


  “Remember that you have a safeword, and I expect you to use it if anything gets to be too much. Everything will stop immediately, and we can talk about how you’re feeling. Do you understand?”

  Megan nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Her reply had been instant, but her body trembled, with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

  “I want the absolute truth, Megan. Do you have any medical conditions that I need to be aware of before we begin; any problems with your body, whatsoever?”

  “No, Sir, I’m fine.”

  Jacob smiled at the little sub standing in front of him, her body trembling, but showing such bravery in letting him do this. He raised her wrists, and clipped the D-ring on her cuffs to the clip on the end of one of the lengths of chain.

  The chain was high enough that her arms stretched vertically above her head, pulling her breasts upwards at the same time.

  Jacob stood closely in front of her and checked the tightness of the cuffs. When he was satisfied, he bent his head and took her lips with his own, letting his hands wander over her nakedness. He massaged her bottom, and then moved upwards, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they stiffened into peaks once more.

  He replaced his thumbs with his lips, taking each bud in turn, sucking and tonguing them.

  When he stepped back, she only just managed to stop herself from complaining at the loss of his mouth on her. Then she watched him walk to the nearest wall and remove what looked like some kind of metal pole with cuffs at either end.

  “Oh my God, it’s a spreader bar, just like the one I read about on that website. Oh, I don’t think I can do this. No way, I can’t. I’ll have no control at all and he’ll hurt me.”

  Panic began to set in, and by the time he had walked back to stand in front of her, her hands were grabbing the chain, frantically pulling on it.

  He put the spreader bar on the floor beside him, and held her lower arms, just above the cuffs, stilling her.

  “Take a deep breath, sweetheart.”

  Megan focused on his face, so close to hers, and did as he said.

  “Now, do you need to use your safe word, or can you put your trust in me, Megan?”

  She took another breath and mentally pulled herself together.

  “No, I don’t need to use it. I’ll be fine, Sir.”

  Jacob took in the determined expression on her face, and brushed a finger down her cheek. “Good girl. I’m proud of the courage you’re showing.”

  He reached down and picked up the bar. “Spread your legs for me.”

  She spread her legs, about the width of the spreader bar, and felt her arms tighten on the chains.

  Her body was open and exposed to anyone who cared to glance her way. And strangely, now she had calmed down, standing there feeling Jacob attach the bar cuffs to her ankles, the fact that she was naked, in public, caused waves of arousal to pass through her body.

  Her senses seemed sharper, more heightened, and as he knelt in front of her, his hands running up her calves and then her thighs, she quivered with anticipation.

  His fingers ran through her slick folds, and she gave a small gasp when he thrust one of them up into her pussy.

  “You’re so wet, sweetheart. I think your body has won out over your mind.”

  He let his finger slide in and out of her, and then brush over her clit, and her legs tensed; an erotic kind of burn spreading through her entire body. When he took his hand away and stood, she felt the loss, and gave a small whine of frustration.

  He gave a deep laugh. “Patience, sub. This is only the beginning.”

  His words started a throbbing deep inside her core, and her eyes never left Jacob’s face as he stood and raised his hand in front of her.

  “Lick my fingers clean, sub, and then we can begin.”

  Their eyes met, and after just a second’s pause, she bent her head and took each finger, in turn, deep into her mouth, sucking her own juices from his hand.

  When she’d finished, she raised her head, and he replaced his fingers with his lips, plunging his tongue inside her hot, wet mouth, tasting her arousal as he did so.

  He released her, and she watched him walk back towards the wall, this time stopping at a small table to choose a flogger from the selection that had been left there for the patrons to use. It was as if there was no one else in the club. Her mind and body were completely focused on Jacob.

  When he returned to stand right behind her, she jumped when the fabric of his jeans touch her bare bottom.

  He swept her hair over her shoulder so her back was entirely exposed, and gently kissed the back of her neck, making the tiny hairs there stand up on end.

  Megan sensed him taking a step back, and she tensed, waiting for the implement of torture to connect with her skin, sure that it was going to hurt, but determined to stick it out.

  But she was wrong. The falls of the soft, deer-skinned flogger were like a caress, moving so lightly over her sensitive skin, that it made her shiver with delight, up and down her back, and then over her bottom.

  Jacob let the flogger tease and stroke her, and he saw her visibly relax and let herself go to the rhythm he was creating. He used a figure of eight technique, and after just a couple of minutes, she could feel her skin start to warm into a light pink.

  He concentrated on her bottom, her own arousal growing in intensity when she pushed her ass out, discovering her need to feel the touch of the flogger.

  His strokes grew harder, and Megan hitched a breath; the falls thudding harder onto her skin. But, amazingly, after a minute, the pain seemed to cross over into a kind of pleasure, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations she was feeling.

  Her pussy throbbed with increasing desire, and her muscles seemed to tighten with the anticipation of where he would flog her next. Jacob moved from her back to her front, and when the falls came down lightly on her breasts, Megan moaned, her eyes still closed.

  Her nipples bunched and turned a rosy red, and when he moved down her body, flicking between her open legs, she gasped, her clit burning with a need so strong, she thought she might come right there, in front of him.

  Jacob lowered the flogger and took a step closer to her, standing with her eyes shut, so obviously lost in the moment.

  He bent his head and whispered in her ear. “You look beautiful, all pink and aroused. I think you are wrong, sweetheart. From what I can see, you enjoy a little pain.”

  When she opened her eyes they were glazed, but she gave him a contented smile.

  “I…I didn’t know it could feel like that. Everything felt so… amazing…” She stopped in mid-sentence, not quite knowing how to describe what she had experienced.

  “Well, we haven’t finished quite yet, little Megan.”

  With that, he tossed the flogger on the floor, and knelt down in front of her. His hair tickled her lower stomach, and then her thighs.

  Suddenly she became acutely aware of the other people close by. “Oh God, surely he wasn’t going to go down on her…not right here, in front of everyone.

  Before she had time to think any more, his hands opened her labia wide and he ran his tongue right through her folds, and up over her clit.

  The chains rattled, her body shuddering with need and a groan escaped her lips. If he did that many more times, she knew she wouldn’t be able to control the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her, other people or not.

  When he moved his mouth away, cool air brushed over her pussy. His hands moved behind her and held her ass firmly, and then his mouth returned to her once more.

  This time, his lips closed around her swollen nub, and he sucked firmly.

  Megan’s senses went into overdrive, and she screamed, her orgasm breaking over her in long, shattering explosions of pleasure.

  Her hips bucked, and his grip on her bottom tightened. He gave her no time to recover; his tongue flicking over her engorged clit again and again. Every muscle in her body was taut, and her screams echoed around the room while he broug
ht her over the edge twice more.

  When he finally knelt back, Megan’s body went limp and her head hung forward. Jacob grinned, and then released her from the chains and the spreader bar. She stumbled when she tried to move away from the frame, and he stepped forward, quickly, scooping her up into his arms and walking over to a comfy looking chair in a quieter area of the club.

  He sat down and arranged her in his lap, and reaching over, he grabbed a blanket from the low table behind the seating area and wrapped it around Megan.

  She had seen Doms do this dozens of times when she had been working, but experiencing it for herself made her feel like a child. Even though her body was spent, and she felt emotionally exhausted, she struggled to stand up.

  Jacob pulled her back on to his lap, in one, swift movement.

  “Stay where I put you, sub,” he said firmly and smacked her ass just hard enough for her to yelp.

  She glared at him, and he chuckled.

  “Frowning at your Dom like that usually results in a good, bare-assed spanking, sweetheart. Is that what you’re aiming for?”

  “No…Sir,” she added quickly.

  “I’m glad to hear it,” he replied; “because right now, what you need is some aftercare. Some subs deal with their emotions after a scene, quite easily, and some need a lot of care and attention. So we’ll sit here for a while until I’m satisfied that you’re completely okay.”

  A waitress appeared, and Jacob ordered a bottle of water for Megan and a beer for himself. When it arrived, Megan drank thirstily until almost half the water was gone.

  She had to admit, her legs were still a little wobbly, and even though she was naked, being warm, and so close to Jacob made her feel special, and cared for, which was something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

  Instinctively, she snuggled closer to him, and Jacob relaxed, his sub was a nice handful to have against his chest. It was a long time since he had been able to give someone aftercare. The subs that he had played with, and there hadn’t been too many of those recently, had not wanted to be that close after a scene. Not like the warm, satisfied woman he was holding right now.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I’m very proud of you, Megan. You are so beautiful and brave, to trust me like that. Thank you, sweetheart.”

  Megan didn’t answer as, horrified, her eyes began to burn and tears threatened to spill over. What the hell was the matter with her? She never cried. For years she had taught herself to be strong, and not let her emotions get the better of her; not to show weakness, and here she was, starting to cry like a baby.

  Jacob, however, realizing her body had tensed up, knew what was happening, and when she tried to hide her face, deep into his chest, he pulled her gently away from him.

  “You know, what just happened between us was an emotional experience. It makes everything you’re feeling more exaggerated, just for a while. Right now, I would guess that would be vulnerable, maybe a little lost; and that’s okay. It’s better to let it out, and have a cry, baby.”

  Megan managed a watery grin as the tears ran unchecked down her cheeks. “Did you just say I’m just a crybaby, Sir?”

  Jacob gave a deep laugh. “Strike two, sub. First the glare and the frown, and now you’re trying to accuse your innocent Dom of calling you a crybaby. I think you must really want to go over my knee.”

  Megan smiled while she wiped the tears from her face. “Oh, no, Sir, I promise you, I don’t want that.”

  She snuggled back against him, and they sat, for a minute or two, quietly, both enjoying the closeness of the other.

  Then Megan broke the silence. “I think part of the reason I got so upset was that it’s a very long time since anyone said they were proud of me.”

  Jacob heard the sadness in her voice, and knew there was a lot more behind those words. However, this was not the best time to push her, emotionally.

  He tightened his arms around her curvy body. “We all make bad decisions, now and again.”

  She glanced up at him. This would be a good time to ask him about his life, and deter him from trying to find out more about hers. She seemed to have made such a mess of it up till now, and she knew he’d think a great deal less of her if he found out about how she’d screwed up so spectacularly back home, and then left to become a stripper in the big city.

  “So, you’ve made some mistakes along the way then, Sir?”

  Jacob grinned. “Nice try at changing the conversation around to me. But, I’ll go with it. For now.”

  He shifted in the chair, and stretched his legs out, getting more comfortable. “Let’s see. After my dad walked out when I was thirteen, I went wild for a few years. Got in a little trouble with the law, nothing too serious, but enough to upset my mother, who, I think was more worried about what her friends and the neighbors would think, than anything else.”

  He paused, and then gave her a grim smile, before continuing. “My mother was not exactly the loving, caring type, to say the least. So when I was sixteen, I just packed up my stuff and left, moved in with my grandmother, and got back on track.

  “It took me a few years, but I finally managed to start my own small haulage business, and after a while, things really took off.

  “Of course, my next big mistake was a woman. Or girl, I should say. She was cute, sassy, and both of us were way too young. It lasted less than three years, before I walked in from work one evening, earlier than usual, and found her kneeling in front of her boss, in the middle of the living room, with his cock in her mouth.”

  Megan sat up and took in the grim look on Jacob’s face. “I’m really sorry,” she said, softly. “That must have been awful.”

  His voice was a growl, “It was worse for him by the time I’d finished with him.”

  Jacob pulled her to his chest and wrapped his large arms around her again. “Anyway, after I divorced her, I lost just about everything, including my business, so I got a job long-distance trucking, and finally saved enough for a down payment on my own rig.

  “I’ve had my own company for the last five years, which means I can take care of my grandmother now, as a thank you for all the years she did the same for me.”

  “She must be so proud of you,” Megan said, smiling up at him. “Um…I was thinking…, well, speaking of taking care of things, you took care of me so well, and I was wondering if I should…you know, offer to take care of…you.”

  She blushed furiously, and Jacob chuckled as her meaning became clear.

  “Little Megan, I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything in return for what we did earlier, but I admit, I would love to see, and feel your lips around my cock.”

  He took the blanket from around her body, and tossed it onto the chair next to him. “Climb off my lap, and kneel in front of me, sweetheart.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was grateful for the quietness of the area they were in. The rest of the club pulsed around them, the music adding to the atmosphere, and she was aware of the noises of BDSM around her: the sound of leather on skin, moans of desire and screams of release.

  She knelt as gracefully as she could, suddenly nervous. It was a long time since she had given a blow job to anyone, let alone a person like Jacob, who probably had women falling at his feet on a regular basis, to service him.

  “Look at me, sub.” His voice was gentle, yet firm enough that she lifted her head at once.

  Obviously her nervousness had not gone unnoticed.

  “It’s been a while since you did this.”

  It was a statement, not a question, and she nodded. “I’m sorry in advance if I’m no good,” she replied.

  “You are a lovely, sensuous woman, and I admire you for giving your control to me and submitting to me so bravely.”

  His words gave her some of the confidence she had been lacking. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. “Now, undo my jeans and take me in your mouth, sub.”

  Megan reached up and undid Jacob’s
zipper. His shaft sprang free, large, and very erect. Obviously not one for underwear, Megan thought. She seriously hoped so much that she could pleasure him, but only too aware of her last boyfriend’s scathing remarks about her ability in that department.

  She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around the base of his penis. It was hard as a rock, but the skin itself was soft with a velvety feel to it.

  With trepidation, she took just the tip of him in her mouth and sucked gently. Then she let her tongue swirl around the rim of the head. When she flicked over the end, she tasted his pre-cum, and her confidence grew at his obvious enjoyment.

  She put her other hand around him, and then took him much deeper into her mouth, hearing him give a sigh of contentment.

  Megan licked him up one side and then down the other, and then sucked the whole length of him, pulling him further and further into her mouth until the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat.

  When she heard his sharp intake of breath, she quickened her pace, and then jumped, when his hands become tangled in her hair.

  After a minute or so, he pulled her head gently away from him, and she looked up, in confusion. “Did I do something wrong, Sir?” she asked, dismayed.

  He grinned down at her. “No, sweetheart, just the opposite.”

  With that, he stood up, his hands still buried in her copper curls. His balls were freed by him standing, and Megan instinctively knew what he wanted her to do.

  “Put your hands behind your back, sub,” he commanded.

  She did as she was told before taking each of his balls in turn, into her mouth, and sucking on them.

  His hands tightened their grip and her nipples hardened as they came in contact with the rough material of his jeans. She wrapped her lips back around his thick shaft, and sucked him deep into her mouth again.

  Jacob’s hands dictated the speed at which he wanted her to go, and when she sensed his body stiffening, she knew that her Dom was about to come.

  He gave a loud growl of satisfaction and then came, his hot cum exploding into her mouth. Megan swallowed it all, forcing her hands to stay where he wanted them even though she longed to hold onto his body.

 

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