From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  Said the spider to the fly, thought Natalie.

  Natalie felt like a nervous little school girl, and as she stepped inside she blurted out, “I didn’t think anyone was home. I rang your intercom and there was no answer.”

  Speaking without emotion, he said, “What time did I tell you to be here?”

  “8pm.”

  “What time was it that I allowed you to enter?”

  “8pm.”

  His voice lightened up further as he said, “I am struggling to see what the problem is. I am confident you are more than capable of following simple instructions.”

  Natalie caught herself before she said anything else.

  Rubbing a little salt into her wound, he added, “Do you always speak to people so petulantly when you have made an error?”

  Natalie thought quickly and realized she had rung the intercom early. Although he may be a control freak, she had to acquiesce to him on this point. She would be careful not to let it happen again. She wanted to try and salvage whatever she could from this evening, but she knew from experience that she would struggle to let this go.

  “I…I’m sorry James…Mr. James.” Her voice was dripping with anger, and she knew she had not masked it very well at all.

  He smiled with that disarming smile that sent butterflies coursing through her stomach. “Don’t worry, Natalie. You are forgiven…this time. Come in and take a seat.”

  They spent some time making small talk over a couple of glasses of wine– Chablis naturally, which helped Natalie relax. She was very conscious of the amount she was drinking, not only because it would affect her ability to drive home, but also because she did not want to allow herself to get into a position where she could be manipulated by her host. Although she knew it would eventually be self-defeating, she found herself trying to stay angry at him, but his disarming mannerisms and conversation skills were rapidly breaking down her defenses.

  Just as she was warming to him once again, and during a pause in the conversation, he looked her in the eye and said simply, “Why did you come here tonight, Natalie?”

  She was as shocked as she was disarmed at that point. The prick had done it again. “I… er… I felt… ahh… you told me to.” She could feel the anger rising again.

  He continued to gaze into her eyes as he sat impassively, his fingers clasped with his forefingers steepled. “Yes I did. And I am very pleased that you acquiesced to my wishes. But there is more to it than that. Why did you really come here tonight?”

  That did it. “You have a cheek. You invite me to your home– actually tell me to come. You play games when I arrive and then smile sweetly before chastising me like a little girl. What is it with you, you smarmy bastard?” She was about to get up and storm out, but she was determined not to let him have the upper hand.

  His position did not change and he continued to gaze into her eyes. She was seething, and tears were welling in her eyes. He said evenly, pleasantly actually, “Smarmy bastard eh? I have been called many things, but I think you have achieved a first this evening. That is not a term I’ve had hurled at me to date. Well done. That calls for a toast. I could see that you are both intelligent and articulate with a sharp tongue. But you still haven’t answered my question.”

  Natalie realized she was no match for him– not yet anyway. She lowered her eyes and stared at the table. “I… I found you fascinating to be with when we met. I could not believe how you treated me but more so, I could not understand why I allowed you to do it. I had to find out more so… here I am, in the belly of the beast, so to speak. I was also fascinated by your business card.” As she mentioned his business card her face softened and a brief smile appeared. She quickly wiped it and then looked up at him, feeling sure that he must have seen it.

  “Thank you, Natalie. You must understand that if we are to have any sort of relationship, we must be totally honest with each other. The sorts of things I enjoy doing with my partners make that essential. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes…?”

  “Yes… Mr. James. Oh why do you make me do that?”

  “I don’t make you do anything, Natalie, and I never will. You will only do things with me that you choose to do. I will try to make clear what I expect. You will then decide whether you wish to obey– or acquiesce– or not. It is up to you.”

  “Well, what about the handcuffs and the riding crop?” she blurted out without thinking.

  “Ahhhhh. They are simple little examples of the things that I enjoy playing with when I am in the company of special friends.”

  “And do you see me as a special friend?” She immediately regretted asking that question as she was not sure she wanted to know the answer.

  “No. Not yet. But I am sure you can be, should you choose to be. I would like it if you were a very special friend.” He smiled at her, and she could not help but return the smile as she felt herself blush. She immediately lowered her eyes as she absorbed his words.

  “Do you have handcuffs and a riding crop here?”

  “I have a variety of them, along with a multitude of other items that I use to play with my special friends.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Natalie at that news. “You may see them if you wish.” She hesitated. She did not like the idea of being in a room with handcuffs or any other sorts of restraints with a man she hardly knew.

  “I have taken the liberty to lay a few of my favorite toys out on my spare bed. I intend to sit here and finish my wine. Feel free to go and have a look at them if you wish. Take the passageway, and it is the first door on the right past the bathroom. I will be awaiting your return.”

  Again she hesitated. She looked up and met his gaze. Slowly she arose from her chair and hesitantly turned and headed off towards the bathroom, heading past it and pausing at the door to the spare bedroom. Turning on the light, she gasped at what she saw.

  The first thing that caught her eye was the riding crop carefully placed along the edge of the bed. Directly above it was what she thought was an eye mask. Actually, when she looked closely, she could see that it had no eye holes in it, making it a blindfold. That sent a little shiver through her but it was not of fear but rather, excitement. Beside it was a pair of handcuffs, just like she had seen on the business card. Above that there was a leather collar, not dissimilar to a dog collar, she thought. Beside that, although not attached, was a chain leash.

  There were all sorts of other items placed carefully around the bed, some of which she had no trouble identifying and many others about which she had no idea. There was a coil of colored rope lying at one end, and next to that there were some leather bands that looked like they might fit around one’s limbs. They were padded and were tightened by a roller buckle and they had ‘D’ rings attached to them. There was a range of clothes pins, electrical clips and a pair of shiny metal clamps that were joined by a chain. The other things faded into the background as she initially focused on the handcuffs.

  Her body was covered with goose bumps as she turned around to see if Mr. James was standing behind her. Timidly, she reached out and picked the hand cuffs up, surprised at the weight of them. They were polished metal, and she ran her fingers over the surface. There were no sharp edges on them. As she ran her fingers over them, she wondered what they would feel like on her wrists. She pulled at the chain that joined them and realized these things were not toys, and if she was wearing them, there would be no escape. She rested one of her wrists in one of the cuffs, being especially careful not to close the top half. Another shudder went through her, and she could feel herself getting wet with arousal.

  She removed the cuff from her wrist and then pushed one of them closed. As she heard the first click of the ratchet, she tried to pull it back open to no avail. She then kept pushing it closed, each click sending yet another shiver through her as she imagined her wrist inside the cold hard steel. She kept pushing and was relieved to see that eventually the locking arm simply went all the way around and the cuf
fs were open once again.

  Replacing them on the bed, she picked up the mask. It was leather, and it was padded with two elastic straps that also had buckles to pull them tight. The leather was soft and buttery, and there were raised pads inside the mask and a cutout for the wearer’s, or was that the victim’s nose? She held it up against her face without putting the straps over her head. As she gently pushed against her eyes she realized that the raised padding actually pushed against her eye lids and held them closed. Her fingers were trembling as she returned the mask to the bed.

  She startled to realize that Mr. James was behind her. She had not even heard him approach. As she spun around, ready to… she didn’t know what she was ready to do, he was holding her phone out to her.

  “It rang and I did not feel it was my business to answer it. It is probably your safe call so I thought I’d better bring it to you. I would hate to have the police breaking down my door. I have no doubt they would ask a range of embarrassing questions and there would be humiliation all round.” He paused before adding, “Some people are into humiliation but it is not something that grabs me. I wonder if it might excite you, Natalie.”

  She took the phone. “I don’t think so,” she snapped.

  He looked at her. “I wouldn’t be so hasty to pass judgment. You might be surprised. You might find it exciting to be on your knees, wearing my collar and being led around my apartment on a leash.” He then turned and returned to the living room without giving her a second glance.

  “In your dreams,” she said loudly. Natalie then quickly called Jo-Anne. When the phone picked up, she whispered, “Jo, this is one strange place but amazingly strange at the same time. Everything is apples. I’ll tell you all about it soon.”

  As she hung up she looked around to make sure Mr. James was not there before returning her attention to the items on the bed. Finally, she picked up the crop. Running her fingers over the shaft, she then felt the soft leather tip. She wondered how much that could actually hurt. She held it and flicked it back and forth a few times to see how it moved before carefully replacing it on the bed.

  Turning to return to the living room, she felt weak at the knees. Taking a few deep breaths, she straightened herself up and strode confidently back to face Mr. James once again. She was relieved to see that he had not moved. He was still holding his wine glass, swirling the liquid around, seemingly lost in its motion. As she approached the table, and without even looking up, he said, “Stop right there, Natalie.” Shocked, she froze on the spot.

  “W…Why?”

  Looking up, he replied, “Because I want to admire your beauty for a moment. Those jeans fit you perfectly and you have beautiful legs.” He rose and took a few steps towards her. She found herself trembling, but it was not with fear. He came up beside her, and she could feel his warm breath on her ear. “You are aroused, Natalie. Aren’t you?” She didn’t look at him as she wondered if it was that obvious.

  “N—” He cut her off.

  “Natalie, I want you to be honest with me.”

  She paused, thinking about how she should respond. “Yes… I am aroused,” she shot back in a soft, resigned voice. “I was intrigued by some of your things in the bedroom.”

  He was moving slowly around behind her. She could pick up his faint natural smell and sense his closeness. She did not move. Closing her eyes, she longed for his touch. Despite her promise to herself that he would not be getting into her panties, she knew she needed something in there. It had been some time since she had been with a man, and she had never been with one like Mr. James. His voice was soft, slightly husky.

  “Natalie, go back and fetch the mask for me. Bring it back here.” He stepped back to the table and sat down again. Natalie did not reply to him, but he watched as she turned and tentatively walked back towards the bedroom.

  Picking up the mask, her excitement increased as she felt the soft leather once again and wondered where this was going and how far she would allow it to go. The real question, she knew was: How much control would she have?

  Returning to the living room, she stopped in the same spot she had been in before, holding the mask in both hands as she fingered the soft leather and looked at Mr. James.

  “Put it on, and pull the straps up snugly enough to hold it on your face. I then want you to stand with your legs slightly spread, and clasp your hands behind your back.”

  She looked at him, her eyes open wide, trying to decide whether to obey him. She did not reply but instead slowly lifted the mask, putting it over her eyes. After pulling the elastic straps over her head, she pulled them until it was snug. She had just cut off her own sight, and her trembling continued as she parted her legs and put her hands behind her back. She clasped her hands tightly as she waited there in silence, hoping her arousal was not as obvious as she already knew it was.

  Natalie’s mind was spinning wildly. Acutely aware that with her hands behind her back, her breasts were pushed out proudly and she was sure that her painfully erect nipples would be obvious to any observant person. She knew that Mr. James was nothing if not observant. She also knew that there was nothing binding her in her current position. She was free to move at any time she wanted– or was she? She had heard that when one lost a sense, such as sight, the other senses made up for the loss by becoming more sensitive.

  She was listening– trying to hear if Mr. James was moving around. She was glad that she had been sensible with her choice of clothing tonight as even though he would see her nipples, she reasoned he would have no idea of what was happening inside her jeans. She could feel the moisture and could not remember feeling so aroused in her life. She yearned for his touch, but she had no idea of where he was or what his intentions were. How would she react if he touched her down there? Would she try to stop him; try to resist?

  He sat for a number of minutes, observing her. Her head would turn slightly or tilt a little as her ears strained to pick up every noise in the apartment, real or imagined. Eventually, her movements all but ceased. She could not hear anything and nothing had happened to her in… how long? He then took a short leather strap and snapped it against his table. Natalie startled, and he heard an audible gasp as she straightened up, all her senses on high alert- her arousal back up to fever pitch. Then there was silence again.

  Gradually she relaxed once again as she waited for his next move. She was beginning to get annoyed. Just as she was falling under his spell he would invariably do something, or in this case not do something, that would raise her ire. She was tempted to remove the blindfold and ask him what the hell he was doing. Just as she pondered that thought, an arm slipped through between her arms and her back, and a hand came around and grasped her at the top of her chest, just below her neck. She startled, a gasp leaving her mouth, followed by an “Ohhh.” How had he approached her so silently? Why did she not sense his presence? He was standing behind her, his arm locking hers in place, and as he pulled her body back just a little to put her slightly off balance, she felt his hot breath in her ear.

  “You looked bored, Natalie. Now, what shall we do?”

  His hand could also feel the beat of her heart; the rapid beat signifying a fight or flight response. His hand slowly moved down between the cleft of her breasts, moving firmly across her torso just beneath them, being very careful not to touch them. She struggled a little; not wanting him to do anything she had not invited, at the same time disappointed that he was not taking liberties. Her movement was actually a semi-conscious effort to encourage his hand to at least brush her, although she was still unsure what she would do if her actions yielded results.

  After ensuring she had regained her balance, he released her. She stood there gasping a little as she calmed herself down. When he saw she had control over herself, he picked up an ice cube, sliding it across her red lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth but the ice did not go inside. He rubbed it across her bottom lip before repeating the process on the top one. The melting ice dripped down her chin, and her
tongue came out to try and catch the drips while Mr. James skillfully avoided her tongue, watching it chase around behind the ice. He moved the ice, now brushing her throat. She gasped as it was dragged softly across her skin; a drop running down her chest through the cleft of her breasts.

  He followed the ice with an hors d’oeuvre, a small piece of ham and cheese on a saltine cracker. As she felt it on her lips, she opened her mouth expecting him to push it all the way in, but he held it half way until she was forced to bite it in half. As she chewed, he ran his finger down her neck, the fingernail lightly scratching her skin and leaving a faint red line. He then held her wine glass up to her mouth, tilting it just enough to give her a sip of wine.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Again there was no touch, but she felt his warm breath in her ear as he replied in a husky whisper, “Pleasure.”

  This continued for a period; she had no idea how long, as she experienced a range of tastes; some savory, others sweet; some spicy, others bland; some cold, others hot. When he was finished with the food, there was a break where nothing was done and not a word was spoken. But then without warning, the arm slipped back over hers once again, and she was trapped in his embrace. She listened as his deep, steady breathing and his warm breath indicated how close his mouth was to her. She longed to feel his lips on her skin; tilting her head back slightly and exposing her neck. She prayed that he would take the hint, but fully expected him to ignore it.

  He had gently eased one of his knees through her parted legs, preventing her from closing them. She was stumbling a little trying to regain her balance while he was maintaining his hold and keeping her slightly off. As he was holding her, his crotch was pushing against her butt, and she was sure she could feel his powerful erection through the layers of clothing that were separating them. As she felt him pressing against her, she was pleased to know she was not the only one getting hot as this game played out. With his free hand he then grasped her pony tail and pulled her head back, tilting it to one side. His hot breath tickled her ear once again as he whispered, “Ooooh yes. It’s a little bit scary isn’t it, Natalie?”