From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  She was relieved to find that it still fitted perfectly and wondered how he would respond to it.

  Although a little self-conscious, she strode towards his door with as much confidence as she could muster. As she approached, it swung open and she hesitated before entering, expecting to see Sir James sitting at his usual place at the table. The door swung closed behind her and as she heard it click shut, both her elbows were grabbed, and her arms were pulled sharply back behind her and pinioned in place. As she gasped in surprise and tried to quell her initial feeling of panic, she felt the warm breath on her neck.

  “Welcome, Natalie. I am so glad you could make it back this evening. I have so much planned. I have to tell you that you look absolutely stunning in that jumpsuit. It will almost be a pity to watch you peel yourself out of it. I am heartened though, as you have confirmed just how amazing you will look when you are fitted for your translucent latex cat suit.”

  As Natalie was trying to regain her equilibrium from the surprise entry, still dealing with a niggling doubt about Sir James and his personality, she was shaken further as the mental vision of a translucent latex cat suit filled her mind. Maybe this was one of the fetishes that Jo had talked about.

  “Th… Thank you, Sir James. I have been looking forward to being with you again,” she said hesitantly.

  “Did you follow my instructions?”

  “Yes, Sir. To the letter.”

  “Good girl. You know how impressed I am with you when you acquiesce to my particular– some would say peculiar– needs.”

  He walked her over to her now familiar place in the living room and released her arms. “Stand in your usual pose, Natalie, but I want you to look down at the floor. You are not to look me in the eye without my permission.”

  “B… but, Sir?”

  “Do not question me, Natalie. All will become clear in time. It is part of your training,” he said quite pleasantly.

  She obeyed him— her mind in turmoil. As he walked away, she could see with her peripheral vision that he was wearing the familiar leather trousers, but she was unable to see above his thighs. Latex cat suits, training, do not question, do not look him in the eye— what the hell is he playing at?

  After standing there for a few minutes and being very careful to keep her eyes down knowing he was looking at her closely, she heard, “Stunning! Simply stunning. I don’t know how you can take such a simple cotton jumpsuit and turn it into such a masterpiece of erotica as you stand there in your heels.”

  Natalie thought her heart was going to burst through her chest as she absorbed his words. She had worked hard to look after herself over the years, and although her body was not perfect in her eyes, she knew it would hold up well against most women. She could feel herself blushing, and she shivered a little as she felt the familiar twinges of excitement that were so common when she was in his presence. “Thank you, Sir.” She could not help but smile as she looked down at her feet.

  “Take the jumpsuit off, Natalie.”

  She hesitated and nearly looked up at him but she managed to check herself in time. “Sir?”

  “You heard me, Natalie. I do not like to repeat myself.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered as a little rush of excitement ran through her, increasing the moisture in her already well lubricated pussy. She wondered if it would be showing through her panties as one hand came up to her neck and took hold of the zipper. Slowly she drew the zipper down over her breasts, pausing when she reached her waist before slowly continuing down past her crotch to its stop which was well down between her legs.

  She then started to peel it off her shoulders, drawing it down her arms until her breasts came clear. Pausing for a few moments, she then started gently swaying her hips and slowly drew the flimsy cotton garment down over her firm butt. She released it and let it drop to the floor around her ankles. She then stepped out of it to one side and stopped, awaiting further instructions.

  As she stood there, the silence was deafening but it served to heighten both her senses and her imagination. Would she feel the cold hard restraint of his handcuffs again? Would his riding crop once again tease her and hurt her? Would she leave here tonight with more welts and bruises than before? She had enjoyed the attention she had received during the previous visit, and although she did not like the welts from the crop when they were delivered, they became like a badge of honor afterwards. She was in two minds. On one hand she didn’t want any more, but somehow on the other hand she craved them.

  What was Sir James doing to her mind, or more to the point, what was she allowing to happen to her mind? The possibilities were running through her brain and her excitement continued to build. He was approaching her once again. As he came close, she could see that he had a gift wrapped box in his hands. It was about 8-inches square and about 2-inches deep. She could see that the wrapping paper had figures of scantily clad women, whips and handcuffs all over it, and there was a white ribbon neatly tied up with a bow to finish it off. She did not move.

  “I have bought you a gift, Natalie.”

  Again her heart was a flutter. “Thank you, Sir.” Her hands moved from behind her back to take it.

  “Did I tell you to move your hands, Natalie?” She stopped instantly and put them back behind her back. She was confused.

  “N… no, Sir… But I…” His face was again beside her neck, the warm breath and the husky voice.

  “Natalie, if you are going to serve me properly, you must learn to follow instructions. The present will be here waiting for you later when we finish playing.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Again that little rush, but her mind was reeling. His presence was intoxicating, but all this talk about ‘serving him properly and learning to follow instructions’ had raised her ire. What an arrogant prick, she thought to herself, but still she did not move and did not say anything aloud.

  “Natalie, I’ve told you before. Don’t pout.” He stepped away again, returning a few seconds later without the package in his hand. Again he pinioned her arms. “Now we shall go into the play room and see what we are going to do for the rest of the evening, my little Valentine.”

  “Oh, yes, Sir,” she whispered back as she felt her knees buckle slightly.

  He pulled her around 180 degrees and while holding her arms and supporting her, gently walked her back around to the spare bedroom she had seen on her first visit. When they got to the door of the room, they stopped. “You may look.” She lifted her gaze and was amazed at what she could see. The room was dimly lit, with a number of candles giving it a somewhat romantic ambience, if one could equate the chains, leather, ropes and other implements as romantic.

  The bed had been moved to one side of the room. It was still covered in all sorts of items like before, but the thing that got her attention was hanging from the ceiling over to one side of the room. There were four chains coming from the ceiling and they were attached to what looked to her like a large piece of leather that was shaped like the letter ‘H’. Although she did not know what it was, it was obvious to her that it was going to be the main focus of their activities over the rest of the evening.

  He tightened his grip on her, bringing his free hand around and cupping it under her chin and holding her jaw firmly. She responded with a sharp intake of breath. “Welcome to my playroom, Natalie.”

  She did not respond verbally but once again she could feel her nipples stiffen and push against the material of her bra, and this time she was sure the rush between her legs was going to be showing through the cotton gusset of her panties.

  He then moved her inside and over to the edge of the bed, where he released her. Bending over, he retrieved two leather cuffs from the bed. Natalie could see they were thick pieces of leather with roller buckles on them and a shiny spring loaded clip attached to each one. “Give me your left wrist please, Natalie.”

  The dichotomy of the no nonsense order combined with the ‘please’ at the end of it sent another rush of excitement through her. She knew
she could refuse, but on the other hand she knew she was incapable of refusing. It was like he had her in some sort of spell, leaving her no control over herself.

  She held out her arm and watched as he placed the cuff around it, threading the securing strap through the buckle and pulling it tight. Natalie found the snug feeling of the leather on her bare skin to be quite erotic. “Now your right.” He repeated the process and again, Natalie enjoyed the feeling of soft leather on her skin. Stepping behind her, he then pulled her hands back and clipped the cuffs together.

  Natalie tried to move her arms and found they were quite secure. The cuffs felt much less severe than the steel ones she had been locked in a few nights before, but they held her just as securely, her instant helplessness sending another little rush of excitement through her. She knew it was going to be obvious to Sir James, but she could do nothing about it. Do I want to do anything about it, she asked herself? She knew the answer, and so she simply closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling.

  She felt the blindfold slip down over her eyes, and before she could even think about opening them, the elastic straps were cinched up. The padded eye pieces pushed ever so gently on her eyelids and very effectively stopped her from opening her eyes. This was followed by a band of leather around her left ankle and then her right. She assumed correctly that these cuffs were very similar to the ones on her wrists.

  “Natalie, I have clipped your ankle cuffs together. You will have limited movement and you will be unable to take full steps, so please be mindful of that, otherwise you may fall flat on your face. As much as I am going to enjoy causing you some pain, that sort of pain is what we call bad pain.”

  Her mind was moving at one thousand miles an hour as she felt and tested these restraints and took in what Sir James had just said. She wondered to herself, so what the fuck is good pain? Her mind went back to the crop and her love/hate relationship with it and the idea of good pain started to become clear to her, at least in a rudimentary way. Just as her mind was coming to grips with those thoughts, another leather band enveloped her neck, and she heard the metallic sounds of the roller buckle as it too was drawn snugly around her neck. She felt his breath warm against her neck before he whispered, “Now Natalie, I am going to lead you over to the sling. Just follow my lead and don’t panic. I will not let you fall, and I will not let you hurt yourself. Do you understand?”

  “Oooh. Yes, Sir.”

  She felt the tug on her neck as he pulled on the leash he had attached. She took the first tentative step, trying to remember the layout of the bedroom, and at the same time testing the limits of her ankle cuffs. She found the restrictions on her movements, her loss of sight, and her total loss of control to affect her own movements to be quite disconcerting but quite exciting at the same time. She was being forced to put her total trust in Sir James and she was hoping it would result in the most memorable St Valentine’s Day that she had ever experienced. It was only about 15 hobbled steps until they halted. She then felt his hands on her arms as he turned her around. Reaching behind her, he unclipped her wrist cuffs. She luxuriated in his closeness, savoring his strength and power and the warmth of his body.

  “Now Natalie, I am going to ease you back. You will feel the edge of the leather on your butt and you will lay back into it with my guidance.” He did not wait for a reply. She was being gently pushed back, albeit while he continued to hold her arms. She reached a point where he said, “Now just relax and let yourself go.” She had little choice, and as her body lay back into the sling, she gave a little involuntary gasp. She found herself enveloped by the cool leather of the sling as it swung back and forth on the chains that attached it to the ceiling. Her heart rate had increased and her emotions were running wild as she experienced yet another new sensation.

  Her legs were hanging down, still attached together when she felt them being lifted past horizontal and up into the air. She then felt the firm body of Sir James against her feet. “Just rest your feet against my chest for the moment, Natalie.” Her ankles were unclipped and she felt her right leg being drawn up nearly vertical and then being spread. She heard the click of the clip and he released her foot. Her leg remained in position, attached to the chain from the ceiling. He quickly repeated the process with the other leg.

  Natalie had never felt more exposed in her life as she lay back on the leather sling with her legs spread and held high in the air. The only thing protecting her and providing a modicum of modesty was the thin film of her cotton panties stretched across her crotch. She could feel them clinging to her labia lips, knowing there would be a spreading patch of wet, signaling her excitement to her captor.

  “Now, Natalie, what shall we do from here?”

  She lay there, wondering if Sir James’ question was rhetorical. She knew what she wanted but she wasn’t sure he was going to give it to her, especially as she was secured in this leather sling and she was still in her underwear. She thought about what he would be able to see at the moment and how obvious her level of arousal would be to him.

  He pushed the sling and let it swing back and forth on its chains as he moved around to Natalie’s head. Grasping her left wrist, he raised it as high as it would stretch and clipped it to the sling support chain. He then repeated the process with the right. His voice in her ear again sent another shiver of excitement right through her body as he whispered in that husky drawl that she had grown to love, “Now you won’t be going anywhere until I say so.”

  Her mouth felt dry. “Oh, no, Sir,” she responded in a half whisper.

  She could feel his head beside hers as his hands reached over and gently took her breasts, teasing the nipples through her bra, and watching them instantly respond to become the hard buds that were so common place when she was in his presence. “Oh that is such a lovely response, Natalie,” he whispered.

  Just as she was about to reply, his fingers tightened. She cried out, more in shock than in actual pain, and he eased off and continued to just gently play with them, keeping them hard and increasing Natalie’s arousal level.

  Natalie then sensed something enveloping her whole head. As she was processing the feelings, she felt the unmistakable feeling of bare skin on either side of her head and leather on her face. There was pressure on her head as she came to the realization that Sir James was straddling her head and squeezing it with his legs. The leather she felt on her face was covering his erect cock as he moved it around, making her feel it— teasing her. The pressure on her nipples increased markedly and she tried to cry out, but as she did so, her cry was smothered as she realized she was being effectively gagged by Sir James as he lowered himself onto her face. He then rolled her nipples harshly between his fingers as he held her head in his vise-like grip while she bucked and twisted in pain. She was struggling to breathe as she tried to get away from the pain. Then it stopped and her head was freed once again. The voice was back in her ear, “Oh Natalie, you did so well to take that from me.”

  She was gasping for air and still trying to gather her thoughts as his lips closed against hers and he kissed her deeply. In an automatic response she responded in kind, savoring the sweet feel of his tongue as it gently but forcefully explored her mouth. As she was relaxing into this show of passion, she felt his hand slip beneath the band of her panties and immediately a finger slipped deeply inside her as the rest of his hand clamped over her labia. She groaned as she felt his finger move around inside her, gently rubbing her G-spot before withdrawing. She automatically raised her hips, thrusting after him, trying to get him to put his finger back, or to stimulate her wet pussy further, but the hand was gone, just as he broke off the kiss.

  “Ooooohhhhhh. Don’t do this to me, Sir, please… please put it back… don’t leave me hanging like this.”

  There was no response. No movement. No sound. She struggled in her bonds, lifting her body off the sling and twisting her legs within the limits of her bonds. “You bastard,” she spat.

  Then she felt the straps of the blin
dfold being loosened and it was gently removed from her head. She opened her eyes and took a second or two to focus, expecting to see Sir James but he had withdrawn out of her eyesight range, given her limited ability to move her head. Before long her body visibly relaxed, as much in frustration as to conserve her energy. She took the time to gaze up at her wrists, her hands poking out the top of the cuffs and the cuffs attached to the chains. Every time she moved she was fighting against her own body weight that was working to hold the chains taut. As she twisted her wrists, she could see that she was not going to be able to free herself. She twisted her head around as far as her position would allow, to try and see Sir James and what he was doing, but it was all to no avail.

  “You look so cute and so helpless as you struggle in your futile attempt to escape my bonds, Natalie.” He came back into view and she was stunned at what she saw. As he moved around her and came in between her legs to look down at her, for the first time she could see his naked chest. He was well built, just as she had expected. His chest was hairless and his pectoral muscles were sculpted although with a thin layer of fatty tissue overlaying them, as she would expect from a man of his age. She liked that look more than men with pure muscle and sinew anyhow. While she tried to meet his gaze, she could not help but lower her eyes to see that he was wearing nothing else but what looked like a leather thong, the size and hardness of his erection clear to see. Without being conscious of it, she licked her lips at the sight. Then she took a deep breath before exhaling it in surrender.

  “Do you really want to escape, Natalie, or do you just want to confirm to yourself that you can’t escape? Please be under no misapprehension, you will not be free until a time of my choosing. In the meantime, I will do to you, and with you, as I see fit.”