From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  “No, thank you.”

  The waitress smiled, looked back towards Natalie, and departed. Natalie, who was still struggling with her composure, eventually glanced around. Luckily there only seemed to be one couple who had noticed what was going on. The man was smiling and the woman looked a little shocked. Natalie shifted her gaze back to Sir James.

  “Oh my God. That has never happened to me before. Oh my God.”

  “When you think you can stand up, go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up my dear. On your way back, please bring us a plate of appetizers to share.”

  The restaurant had a buffet style servery that allowed patrons to select their food from a wide range of countries and cuisines.

  “Do you have a preference, Sir?”

  “No. I trust your judgment, Natalie.”

  She stood and walked away a little shakily to find the bathrooms. Just as she saw the sign, she also saw who she thought was Jo-Anne sitting at a table across the restaurant.

  When she had finished taking care of herself, Natalie exited the cubicle and was surprised to find their waitress, Mary, standing there. Mary smiled and handed Natalie a note.

  “Sir James asked me to come in and make sure everything was all right.”

  Natalie unfolded the note and read it. I have asked Mary to come and ensure that you are ok. I have also asked her to check that your toy is still in place and is working properly, but she will be waiting for you to ask her. Ask her to check, then stand with your legs apart and lift the front of your skirt. SJ

  A look of horror came across Natalie’s face as she screwed the note up. The hell I will, she thought to herself. She could also feel her face flushing as she looked at Mary. “Do you know what the note says?” she demanded.

  “No. But I have a fair idea of what it might say. Nothing would surprise me. I have known Sir James for quite some time.” She had a sympathetic smile on her face. “There are at least three women in this restaurant tonight, including me, who would happily throw in their job and swap places with you in a heartbeat. He has some… let’s say interesting needs, but he is always the perfect gentleman and, as you know, he is just oh so hot! I can see that you are already head over heels in love with him. He is not in love with you and that is the way you want it to remain. He obviously cares a lot for you, and he wants the very best for you, but if he falls in love it will alter the whole dynamic and the magic you share at the moment will evaporate.”

  “How do you know that? How could you possibly know?”

  “You will just have to trust me on this one. I know,” Mary replied with a note of finality in her voice.

  Natalie’s mind was racing as she tried to work out what she was going to do. “You don’t have to do anything you are not prepared to do, Natalie,” was the statement from him that kept coming to the front of her mind.

  “My guess is that he has asked you to say something to me or do something with me knowing full well that it will unsettle you, which I can see that it has. Although you genuinely do not want to do whatever it is that he has asked, you feel tortured about it. He knows that as difficult as it is for you to comply, when you finally do, you will actually find it arousing in a kinky sort of way. I also think you know he is right, but you are still struggling to accept it because it is some sort of act of submission that will bring you further under his control. He is still testing you, and if you fail the test by refusing to comply, he will know that you are unlikely to be ‘The One’ for him.”

  Finally, Natalie took a giant leap of faith, turning to face Mary she stood with her legs spread.

  “Sir James gave me a gift that I am wearing. It is quite an intimate gift and I would like you to inspect it and make sure it is still positioned correctly.”

  Mary smiled. “Of course I will be happy to do that for you. And although I didn’t say anything before, I have to say now that you look absolutely stunning in that fabulous corset. I have heard more favorable comments on you and your outfit this evening than I have in quite some time.”

  Natalie reached down with both hands and lifted the front of her skirt. Mary looked down and nodded slowly. “And that accounts for the spontaneous orgasm, you lucky thing,” she said. She squatted in front of Natalie. Reaching over, she played with the straps a little then moved the plastic to ensure it was still imbedded between Natalie’s labial lips correctly. Natalie let out a little moan. They heard the outer bathroom door open and as Mary stood up, Natalie dropped her skirt down, quickly smoothing it out as Mary turned to wash her hands.

  “I can confirm to James that all is in order. Are you sure you do not wish to swap places with me,” Mary pleaded.

  Natalie’s expression softened as she turned back to face Mary. She smiled. “It’s a heavy burden I bear, but someone has to do it.”

  She followed Mary out of the bathroom and found much to her annoyance that Jo-Anne, if it actually was Jo-Anne, was gone.

  As she was selecting a range of appetizers, she felt a new sensation between her legs and she had no idea what it was initially. There were no vibrations, and initially it simply felt like a small prick, as if someone was touching her with the point of a pin on her labia. The intensity increased and she realized she was receiving small pulsating electric shocks. They were causing her muscles to contract slightly each time they hit, and it actually felt like she was being fucked as she walked. Had she not known better, she would have sworn there was something moving in and out of her while she went about her business and she found it quite disconcerting.

  Looking around, she was sure that anyone who was watching her would be able to tell exactly what was happening beneath her skirt, but she was relieved to see that nobody was paying her any attention whatsoever. She made her way back to the table, placing the plate in front of Sir James. She looked at him and noticed a slightly bemused smile on his face. “Sir, I have no idea how you are doing it but it may please you to know that I have never before experienced the sensation of being fucked while I have been making my way along a servery bar. It was quite an amazing experience that I am still having as I sit here with you. I am, however, unlikely to orgasm again at this stage, regardless of what sort of sordid manipulations you achieve.”

  She noticed that her plate and cutlery was gone and correctly assumed that he was going to go through the ritual of feeding her once again, morsel by morsel. As much as it brought back pleasant memories of the night they met, she adopted a slightly stony faced expression. Sir James looked at her.

  “Why so glum, Natalie? If it was a simple pout, I would scold you but I can see there is more to it than that. Was it what I sent Mary in to do?”

  “That is only part of it. That by itself probably would have resulted in a simple pout.”

  “Well, what is the rest of it?”

  “The woman who I mentioned earlier who I said I thought I knew.”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I saw her again, but she had disappeared when I came out of the bathroom.”

  Sir James looked at her, raising one eyebrow. “Describe her.”

  Natalie proceeded to describe Jo-Anne including what she was wearing and where she had been sitting. “Her name is Jo-Anne.”

  “Ahhhhhhhhh.”

  “You know her?” Natalie demanded.

  “I know of her. So Jo-Anne is her real name? I have only ever heard her called Lady Jo-Anne, but I had assumed her name was not real. I thought she looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place her.” He looked at Natalie thoughtfully.

  “Lady Jo-Anne? What the hell? She is Jo-Anne. We have been friends and confidantes for years,” Natalie said with a mixture of shock and surprise in her voice.

  “Obviously not the confidante you thought, my dear. She and I move in some of the same circles. In those circles she is known as Lady Jo-Anne. She is an experienced dominatrix with a particular penchant for tight fitting latex. She has quite the reputation for being both sensuous and for being sadistic. She revels in building the excitemen
t level of her subjects and gradually pushing their boundaries. She is sweet and quite sensual as she tortures her subjects. And virtually all of them clamor for more. I would actually like to see her in action. She has quite the following and it is said that she enjoys dominating women and men alike.”

  Natalie was stunned. Her close friend was a latex clad dominatrix. Really? Now some of the parts of the puzzle fall into place, she thought to herself. That is obviously part of what she saw in her in the wine bar.

  “I can tell by the look on your face that there is more to this than you are telling me, Natalie. What is it?”

  “Oh… It’s nothing…”

  “Natalie!” His tone was sharp without being harsh. She was being chastised after being caught out.

  “It is just that I experienced some of Jo’s dominating behavior a day or two ago after telling her about some of the things we had been doing together. I had never seen that side of her before.”

  “And did it excite you?”

  Natalie paused in thought. Finally, she replied, “Yes, Sir. It excited me more than I would like to admit and I cannot figure out why.”

  “Natalie, it excites you to totally give up control. You are in control in your normal life, you have control at work, and you are a competent and confident woman. But it turns you on to have that control taken from you and to be ordered around, to be forced to do things that you would normally never allow. You don’t like hearing what I am saying but even being forced to sit there and listen is exciting for you. Isn’t it?”

  Natalie looked down at the table. In a subdued voice she replied, “Yes, Sir. It is.” As she said it, the buzzing started and it caused her to startle. An involuntary “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh” came from her lips. The buzzing stopped and as she looked up, Sir James was offering her a selection from the plate of appetizers. He held it in his fingers and she was forced to lean forward and take it from him. As she took it, he followed with one finger, forcing it into her mouth, moving it around.

  “Lick it clean, Natalie.”

  Natalie responded by sucking Sir James’ finger before clamping her lips on it and running her tongue over it before he withdrew it. She looked him in the eye and licked her lips before smiling. Her reward was to feel the buzz of the vibrator once again, operating at a higher setting. Her eyes rolled back in her head before her head tilted back as she enjoyed the intensity of what was happening between her legs. Sir James then ate a piece before turning the vibrator off once again.

  This little ritual was repeated time and time again with small variations and varying electric shocks throughout the rest of the evening. Natalie was particularly fascinated by the electrical connections because the sensation of being fucked was being felt without the accompanying irritation and abrasion that can sometimes happen over time. I wonder if he will give me the controls to this thing, she thought to herself. It could even make Big Black redundant.

  For Natalie, the whole evening had been surreal. She had been a willing and sometimes not so willing player in this sexually charged game being played by Sir James. He was pushing the boundaries of behavior in public places, and she was so turned on by this sordid activity she could hardly think straight. She looked around, wondering how many other women here might have experienced anything close to what she had been subjected to tonight and she decided that the answer was nearly guaranteed to be zero, although Mary had obviously had some involvement in the past, at least on the periphery.

  Eventually, it was time to leave. The Maître d returned to their table and Mary was standing behind him. He addressed James.

  “I hope everything was to your satisfaction this evening.” James assured him that everything was superb. He then turned to Natalie and said, “I hope your evening was both exciting and informative.”

  “I do not know how it could have been more so.” She then addressed Mary privately while Sir James and the Maître de chatted briefly. “It was most pleasant to meet you and so valuable to chat. Thank you for your advice and for your wonderful service.”

  “My pleasure. I wish you the very best and hope to see you back here again,” Mary beamed.

  James stood and held his hand out. Natalie took it and stood. As she did so, she could not help but notice that Sir James had left a very sizeable tip on the table. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

  “It is a shame you are not wearing your collar. I would take great pleasure in leading you out of here.”

  He squeezed her hand and then the buzzing commenced again. She twitched almost imperceptively, but then maintained her composure as they departed the restaurant. When the elevator doors closed, Natalie was literally dragged around in front of Sir James. Without preamble he lifted her skirt and thrust his hand down between the vibrator and her dripping pussy, slipping two fingers deeply into her. Her legs buckled somewhat as she let out a long moan.

  “Oooooooohhhhhhhhh, yes.” She thrust her head back and looked up at the closed circuit security camera, briefly wondering if any bored security guard would ever see this on the panels in the control room before rolling her eyes as the excitement of the moment enveloped her. His mouth was beside her ear. He nibbled her earlobe playfully before biting it with a little more force, just enough to take her from pure pleasure to that borderline area of pleasure and pain. His voice was low and husky.

  “If you can come before we reach the ground, please feel free.” His hand was tilting back and forth. He had parted her labia lips and his fingers were moving back and forth, fucking her slowly but firmly. She was thrusting down against him, her pleasure rapidly building. She could feeling the elevator racing towards the ground and could sense the changing air pressure. She knew she was about to explode but just before her orgasm took hold, the elevator came to a halt. Sir James immediately removed his hand and adopted a totally innocent pose as the doors opened. Natalie groaned inwardly and tried to look composed but she knew that anyone who looked at her closely would see she was far from it. As they stepped out into the lobby, Sir James walked her towards a cab.

  “That was a shame you didn’t quite make it. I do not want you to touch yourself again until next time we meet. Message me to confirm you have gotten home safely. I will call you.” As the cab drew away from the curb, he could see her looking out at him. She was pouting. In the solitude of the cab she realized that she did not even know what Sir James did for a living. Although she had wondered, it was a subject that had never come up as he had a remarkable way of turning the conversation around to focus on her. When he said he would call, did he mean tomorrow, or did he mean next week? She had no way of knowing, but she was hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

  Natalie unlocked her front door and stepped inside, suddenly realizing just how tired she was. As exciting as the night had been, it had also been quite intense and she needed a good night’s sleep to get over it. She also had a lot to think about, as was always the case when she spent time with Sir James. She undressed, taking great care to put her corset away properly. She then carefully removed the vibrator and took it into the bathroom to ensure it was properly cleaned. As she held it in her hands, she was amazed that such a small device could deliver her so much pleasure and yet she still did not know how Sir James managed to turn it on and off.

  As she took care of her preparations for bed, she realized she was a little bit tender. Sir James must have been a bit rougher with her in the elevator than she realized although it certainly didn’t feel that way at the time. After carefully peeling off her body stocking, she fell into bed with only a vague idea of what she planned to do the following day. It wasn’t long before she fell into a deep sleep.

  The following day she sent a message to Jo-Anne. It read: We need to meet again. There is so much to talk about. The usual place at 5pm?

  After about 30 minutes, she received a reply that read: We will meet at my place at 5:15. Bring a bottle of wine. I will supply everything else.

  For Natalie, the reply was no surprise and
in some ways it was a bit of a relief. She had been reflecting on their last meeting. The dynamics of her relationship with Jo-Anne had changed markedly. No longer able to trust her own reactions, she had decided it would be better for them to meet in a more private setting. Despite having some misgivings about what meeting in private would expose her to, she was glad that Jo-Anne had taken the initiative to suggest it. When she looked back over the text, she formed a slightly different opinion of her friend’s message. “She didn’t suggest anything. She is telling me where she wants me and under what conditions,” she said aloud. This is the dominatrix exposing herself. As she thought about the symbolism of this, a little thrill, or was it a shiver, ran through her. This might be quite an interesting meeting.

  Chapter 7 – Lady Jo-Anne

  Jo-Anne lived on Coronado Island, which is not really an island at all as it remains connected to the mainland by a thin strip of land. On the western side is the cold, blue Pacific Ocean with San Diego Bay to the east. The southern end of the bay is not far from the Mexican border at Tijuana. About two thirds of the island is taken up by the North Island Naval Air Station and much of the remaining area is populated by retired Naval Officers, well to do people, and tourists. The world famous Hotel Del Coronado is situated on the western side of the island.

  The main method of reaching it is via a large bridge that connects Coronado to down town San Diego, cutting the trip down to a few minutes when travelling outside the rush hour. There is also a regular ferry service that operates between the two and Natalie considered catching it and walking to Jo-Anne’s. She decided that driving would be a better option and before long she found herself on the freeway taking the turn-off to Coronado. As Natalie drove over the bridge, she noticed the sign that read ‘Welcome to Coronado’ and she wondered what sort of welcome she was going to get when she arrived at Jo-Anne’s, or was it Lady Jo-Anne’s?