From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  His words alone were enough for another gush as Natalie’s arousal increased yet again. She wondered if it was possible to just spontaneously orgasm without being touched. She had read somewhere that people could be trained to do it, and she thought she was in danger of reaching that point herself. He brought himself up against her, rubbing his erect cock against her. There was the layer of wet cotton of her panties and the leather of his thong that separated them, but the stimulation was still driving her wild. It wasn’t long before she was wantonly licking her lips and panting while trying to force herself back against him as he continued to tease her. He was smiling down at her, his sparkling blue eyes showing the pleasure he was deriving from the lusty game he was playing.

  “What is it you want, Natalie?” His hand came down and grabbed his hard cock. “Is this what you want, Natalie?” She was groaning as she licked her lips and nodded, her eyes wide with lust. He let his cock go and continued to rub it up and down her labial lips.

  It was then that she saw the scissors in his hand. Her eyes widened in surprise, tinged with a little bit of fear. He reached down with his left hand, lifting the waist band of her panties and slipping the scissors through the right leg, he snipped them closed. The right side of the panties sprung apart and as the material come to rest, it half exposed her freshly shaved vulva. He repeated the procedure with the left and taking hold of the crotch gusset, he ripped the panties out from under her and cast them off to the side. Now she was totally exposed, and for the first time he could see her glistening pussy, quivering with arousal. He then reached up and snipped the connecting strap between her bra cups and the material fell away, exposing her breasts, the firm angry buds that were her nipples craving attention. Fully naked in front of him for the first time, Natalie was way past the point of feeling shyness or humiliation. All she was experiencing was wanton lust, but still she was at his mercy.

  “Tell me, Natalie. Tell me what it is that you want me to do to you.” She groaned and shook her head. He reached over and grasped her nipples, playfully rolling them between his fingers. His face was closer to hers, and he continued to gaze at her.

  Releasing her nipples, he then stood back and removed his thong, exposing for the first time his throbbing erection. Producing a condom packet he ripped it apart and carefully put the latex sheath over the top of his circumcised cock and began to slowly roll it down his shaft. Natalie was nearly beside herself as she gazed at his cock. She estimated it was 6 – 7 inches long, but his lack of pubic hair made it seem longer. She so desperately wanted it inside her. He brought it to rest with the shaft splitting her labial lips and then he began to slowly slide it up and down, carefully bringing the tip up inside her clitoral hood after every couple of moves.

  He then reached down and took her nipples once again, this time squeezing them firmly.

  “Come on, Natalie. Tell…”

  “Fuck me! Oh please, Sir James, please just fuck me. I beg you…,” she almost screamed at him.

  The words were barely out of her mouth as he released her nipples and impaled her. She let out a loud groan of pure lust-filled pleasure as his thrust swung the sling away, nearly resulting in him withdrawing from her completely. The sling then brought her back once again and she grunted as he re-entered her fully, his balls slapping against her perineum. This time he grasped her legs and held her hard against him and holding his cock deep inside her, gave extra little pelvic thrusts as she squirmed and moaned.

  “Yessssss. Oh fuck yes… yes… yes… yes.”

  He stopped moving until she calmed down a little and then commenced a slow rhythmic thrusting, pushing her away until the head of his cock was just slipping outside her pussy before he pulled her back in again. Her eyes were closed as she lay back helplessly, accepting the thorough fucking she was receiving without being able to do anything in return. Her thoughts were totally inwardly focused as her excitement continued to edge up. He was watching her closely and every time he could see her excitement reach a certain point he would stop until she came down a level or two. They both knew she would reach a point where there would be no stopping her and he was planning for that eventuality.

  Producing a pair of wooden clothes pins, he attached them to her nipples between thrusts. He continued to pump her. Her eyes were closed and she was doing everything she could to move against him, maximizing every touch, every contact.

  There was a rumble from deep down inside her as her initial orgasm hit. It turned into a guttural moan mixed with a series of grunts and squeals as her body was overcome with the sensations washing through her. After the first wave, he reached out and removed the clothes pins from her nipples and without exerting much pressure, rolled the nipples in his fingers as he said, “Now come for me properly, Natalie. Come now, and don’t stop until I give you permission.”

  That did it and Natalie screamed as the next wave of pleasure swept over her. The speed of his thrusting increased as his own climax built. He held her legs as he pulled her hard against him, driving his latex covered cock into her as she continued to buck and struggle.

  Before long she was vaguely aware of a loud, “Uunnnggghhhhhhh. Oh shit. Yesssssss.” As his thrusts got even more urgent. A few seconds later his thrusting eased as he slowed down, eventually stopping with his now softening cock still buried deep inside her.

  By this stage, Natalie was limp. Her eyes were closed and she was emitting very quiet mews as her pleasure subsided. Her body was still twitching and trembling and as he pushed against her one final time, her eyes opened and she let out a single long groan as a tired smile lit up her face.

  “You may come down now, Natalie,” he said as he reached up and released one of her wrist cuffs, then the other. The spasms that were running through her were diminishing. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, seemingly determined to never let him go.

  Returning her hug, he said, “Natalie, you did so well. I am proud of you.”

  She softly sobbed as she nuzzled into him. “Oh, Sir James… I lo… Oh Sir James, oh Sir James.” He continued to hold her in the post orgasmic afterglow she was experiencing.

  Gently breaking off the embrace and reaching up to release Natalie’s ankle cuffs from the chains that had been securing them, he gently lowered her feet to the floor. He joined the ankle cuffs together, which would once again allow Natalie to hobble slowly. Reaching out, he took her hands in his and gently lifted her out of the sling and onto her feet before hugging her once again. He then pulled back a little and gently wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled at her without saying a thing. Taking her left wrist, he removed the leather cuff and placed it on the bed before repeating the process with the right. Slipping a finger through the ring on the front of her collar he said, “Let us go out and celebrate.” He turned and stepped off, giving Natalie little choice but to follow. She did not protest about her limited ability to move and he took it slowly. When they reached the bathroom, he stopped and said, “You may go in and clean yourself up if you wish, Natalie. There is a gown in there should you wish to cover up, or you may feel free to return naked. I will see you back in the living room.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you,” she said somewhat dreamily.

  Entering the bathroom, she studied herself in the mirror. She was feeling things she had never before experienced and was on a high. While she still had some conflicting thoughts, she had pushed them to the back of her mind to be dealt with later. Right now she was just going to enjoy the moment. Peering into the mirror, she closely studied the collar that Sir James had placed around her neck. It was about an inch and one half wide and was made of soft leather. It was black and fitted with a chrome buckle and a chrome D-ring which was what he had used to bring her to the bathroom. He had removed the wrist cuffs but not the ankle cuffs or the collar. She wondered if there was a reason for that, but she decided it was not her place to remove them.

  As she fingered the collar, she felt a warm flush and a feeling of security, maybe even�
�� love. She had nearly said it to him in the throes of passion a little earlier but had just managed to stop herself. She liked both the look and the feel of the collar on her and at some level, that disturbed her, but she knew she needed time to assess. She knew she had to carefully consider their relationship, such that it was, in the cold hard light of day and that she would need to talk further with her trusted friend, Jo-Anne.

  When she finished cleaning herself up, she donned the silk dressing gown that was hanging on the back of the door. It was a deep, nearly electric blue and came half way down her thighs, and as she moved, she felt it caressing her skin. After checking her appearance one final time, she made her way to the living room. At the table she could see Sir James had also dressed in a burgundy gown made of what looked like fine cotton. There was a pillow on the floor beside his chair and two glasses of wine on the table in front of him. Before Natalie had time to process the fact that no other chairs had been prepared for her, he beckoned her over, waving his hand casually towards the pillow and said simply, “Come and kneel beside me, Natalie. I want you to be close to me.”

  Her automatic reaction was to think, ‘Well, why doesn’t he simply pull up a chair beside himself for me?’ She felt her annoyance building but immediately suppressed her feelings as she was reminded of the restrictions of the ankle cuffs and the comfortable and secure feeling they were transmitting to her brain.

  She complied with his instruction, and he slipped a finger through the ring on her collar and with his wrist pressing up under her chin, lifted her head so she was forced to look him in the eye. “Don’t pout, Natalie. You know how I like it when you acquiesce to my sometimes quirky demands. Thank you my darling. I appreciate it.”

  The last few words simply melted her heart. Thank you my darling. I appreciate it. Without waiting for a reply, he released the ring and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently against his thigh. Automatically she snuggled into him, reveling in the feeling of closeness and intimacy. She realized they would have struggled to achieve this if she was on a chair beside him and so somehow it felt right. He was taking charge of the situation and organizing things in such a way that always left her feeling cared for and safe. Lots of women sit at the feet of their lovers, she thought to herself as she rationalized the situation.

  He passed a glass of wine which she took gratefully. “I would like to propose a toast, Natalie. To acquiescence and to us. May our relationship continue to flourish.” She raised her glass and they clinked together.

  “To us, Sir.”

  After taking a sip of the cold, crisp Chablis, she knelt there just savoring the moment. It was Sir James who eventually broke the silence.

  “Natalie, you may now open the gift I showed you earlier and another special one.” He passed the first one down to her and she began to remove the bow and carefully remove the wrapping paper. When she lifted the lid, she saw a beautiful skin colored lingerie set comprising satin panties and bra, both with lace trim. He has lovely taste, she thought to herself.

  “Oooohhhh. Thank you, Sir. They are beautiful,” she said as she held them up to study them properly.

  “My pleasure, and once again, Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope you think of me when you are wearing them. I would hate to think of you getting around in those old cotton things. You deserve better than that, regardless of whether you are in my presence or not. Now I have another gift for you.” He handed her down another larger box.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, but I have nothing for you in return,” she said as she gently laid the box on the floor beside her.

  “Natalie, what we did together tonight was very special to me and more than makes up for these gifts. Just having you on your knees beside me and seeing the pleasure on your face is a gift that I treasure above all else.”

  Natalie felt her eyes tearing up once again, but she knew that he would not see it. She continued to unwrap her present and on lifting the lid and moving the top layer of tissue paper she gasped as she laid eyes upon the most beautiful corset she had ever seen. She carefully lifted it from its box and held it up. It was a deep red with clips down the front and laces in the back. It was nicely boned and she knew it would give her a beautiful hourglass figure. How did he know that she loved wearing corsets and other figure altering garments? She could feel her excitement building just as she was inspecting it, feeling the smooth satin material with the underlying strength and stiffness of the stays. It was not unlike Sir James in some respects. Smooth on the outside with an underlying steeliness, and it would control her in quite an intimate way, just as he was.

  “Oh, Sir, it is beautiful. Would you like me to try it on for you?”

  “Not at the moment. When next we meet, you will be accompanying me on a dinner date, and you will wear it then. In the meantime, you will need to identify a skirt to go with it because I want you to turn heads when you are wearing it.”

  Natalie felt the familiar little thrill course through her body as she thought about being out in public dressed in this beautiful garment. She was usually more conservative, but somehow the thought of dressing like this when in the presence of Sir James filled her with excitement. There was certainly nothing lewd or particularly revealing about it and providing she had the right outfit to go with it, she knew it would be the real head turner he wanted it to be. She knew that the outfit would include her new panties as well.

  “I am sure I will be able to come up with something suitable, Sir.” She smiled up at him.

  “Good girl.”

  They continued drinking and making small talk until eventually Sir James made it clear the evening was drawing to a close. He ran his fingers over Natalie’s collar, lightly touching her neck. “My collar suits you, Natalie.” A shiver of both pleasure and trepidation ran through her, but she said nothing. The pleasure was from his touch and his words, the trepidation from the wearing of his collar and the conflicting feelings that it invoked in her. She could not help feeling that it was a visible sign of submission and subjugation, but at the same time it felt so right. She needed time to think about it and work things out in her mind. He reached down and removed her ankle cuffs and again she had a brief feeling of nakedness without them. Leaving the collar in place he said, “You may go and get dressed.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said as she tried to hide her disappointment. Gathering up her clothes, she was about to head to the bathroom when he spoke once again.

  “Natalie. Please get dressed right there. I want to savor the sight as you rob me of the pleasure of admiring your naked skin and instead turn your delightful form into the alluring beauty that I enjoy so much.”

  She hesitated as she considered his instruction. Without being overtly erotic she untied her gown and using her hands, eased it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor around her feet. As she brought her hands back down, they gently brushed her nipples which responded instantly just as she knew they would. Holding her new panties up, she eased firstly one leg and then the other into them and drew them up her thighs. As she pulled the waist band up to her waist, she ran her hands over her firm butt, turning slightly as she did so. The satin felt cool and sexy as it pulled against her smooth skin.

  She then turned to face him, nonchalantly ensuring that he received a good view of her vulva pushing against the skin colored satin. She then donned the bra, taking great care to ease her breasts into the satin and lace cups, gently teasing her nipples through the material as she ensured they were sitting correctly. Finally, she pulled the jumpsuit back on, again taking her time to draw it up and gently ease herself into it. Grasping the zipper and drawing it slowly up, she licked her lips as she did so. Finally, she put her shoes back on and was ready to leave.

  “Bravo! There is no finer sight across the land.” Sir James was smiling and he had a twinkle in his eye. “I will be in touch. Thank you for this evening. It was very special to me.” He arose and approached her, taking her hair in one hand and pulling her head back before kissin
g her deeply and passionately. Finally, he removed the collar and opened the door.

  As she rode the elevator down, her thoughts were filled with what might come when next they met. She smiled to herself as she walked towards her car.

  Chapter 5 – Reflections

  Natalie had no idea just how late it was as she opened her apartment door and stepped inside. When she realized it was well after midnight, she threw her shoes in the corner, peeled herself out of her jumpsuit and completed some perfunctory ablutions. She took her new corset from its box and propped it up on a chair at the foot of her bed before flopping down and relaxing. Not wanting to remove her new lingerie, she still had a tangible connection with Sir James. She knew that sleep would not come easy as she was still absorbing everything that had happened to her during this special St Valentine’s Day date in his home.

  She lay there admiring the corset, reflecting on her emotions she had felt as she opened her gifts- thinking of how they made her feel. She looked at one of her wrists, picturing the leather cuff that had been holding it so snugly a few short hours before. As she did so, her other hand idly stroked her vulva through the satin panties he had given her. She could not remember a time in her life when she had felt so alive… so aroused… so besotted with someone.

  She was like a school girl experiencing love for the first time and in many respects she realized that feeling was quite apt. She was experiencing a different kind of love— the type that she never really knew existed before her chance encounter with Sir James. To think that in such a short time after meeting this handsome, self-assured and totally controlling man, she would revel in the feeling of being tied up and fucked while wearing a collar was still somewhat beyond her comprehension. Then to consider that she did not want it to end was even further beyond her. As she held her hand tightly over her vulva, she asked aloud, “What is this bastard doing to me?” She seemed to be asking this question quite often lately and she shuddered but it was not in fear— it was in pure joy.