From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  “Oh yes. We are going to have some fun with you tonight, my helpless little pain slut,” Jo-Anne said as she released her nipples and gave her yet another slap on her taut butt. Clair hardly moved but then Jo-Anne slipped a finger between her labia and gave a single wipe.

  “Awww. Yesssssssss,” came the distant response.

  Jo-Anne immediately delivered a hard slap to each of Clair’s butt cheeks and just as she was drawing it back for another, Clair blurted out, “Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

  “That’s a little better. We don’t want to forget our manners, especially in the company of guests.”

  “Oh no, Mistress. I am so sorry,” Clair replied, suitably chastised.

  While Jo-Anne moved off to gather some other items for use in her dealing with Clair, Natalie took the opportunity to look around the dungeon. In one corner she could see a large wooden cross with cuffs hanging from it and a range of eyebolts and hooks attached. Another corner had a sling which was quite similar to the one at Sir James’ and she briefly closed her eyes as she relived her experience in it. She was already dripping wet, with her arousal commencing during the initial discussions outside, enhanced by the appearance of Marc. By now she knew her juices would be flowing freely.

  What red-blooded woman wouldn’t be turned on by the sight of a well-built man on his knees, partially dressed, who kisses one’s hand in greeting, she reasoned to herself? And there was something about the chastity device and the stripes on his butt that ratcheted up her arousal level. Is it him that she envied or was it Jo-Anne…or was it Clair, she wondered? Although she was not quite sure of the answer, she suspected it might be an equal level of both Marc and Clair although she felt she could also enjoy being in Jo-Anne’s place as well.

  On one wall was what looked like a tiny jail cell or a cage. It looked big enough for someone to stand inside and was made of metal bars. The door was open and Natalie could see two open padlocks hanging from the locking hasps on the frame. Next to it was what appeared to be a horizontal cage or cell with a padded top. She could see there was padding and bedding inside the cell. It must be a cage for longer term confinement, she thought to herself. The walls were adorned with all sorts of boots, hoods, ropes, cuffs and other things that she could not even identify. There were wooden beams up the walls and across the ceiling. Some of the wall beams had winches fitted to them. Cables ran over pulleys on the ceiling beams and ended with hooks or eyelets for attaching to other items that Meredith could hardly even begin to imagine.

  There was a soft knock on the door. Jo-Anne hardly paused from her activities.

  “Wait!” she said loudly. “Natalie, unlock the door.”

  Natalie turned and stepped over to the door, turning the lock. She then opened it to find Marc standing there, or at least she assumed it was Marc behind the latex hood. She couldn’t even see his eyes as the latex simply had a whole range of tiny holes over the area where his eyes would be, making him look like some sort of alien. His head was bowed, just like she had been told to do by Sir James. The door swung open and he stepped into the dungeon. Jo-Anne simply pointed to a spot on the floor behind Clair but off to one side and Marc immediately stepped over to it and dropped to his knees, holding both hands out horizontally from his body.

  Jo-Anne was looking at a selection of canes that were poking out of a stand, removing each one in turn and taking a few practice swings. Natalie was in awe at the power behind each swing and shuddered at the thought of what it might be like to be on the receiving end of such an action. She was also amazed at the high pitched whistle the canes made as they swung quickly through the air. Once again she could feel her excitement continuing to build and she was thankful she was wearing panties. Surreptitiously she moved her right hand down to her vulva and quickly confirmed that the silky material was already wet. She didn’t let it linger as she remembered the instructions she had received from Sir James the previous evening.

  When Jo-Anne decided she liked the feel of a particular cane, she would place it across the outstretched hands of Marc before checking the next one. Natalie had no idea what criteria she was using to decide which ones to use and which ones to return to their holder. When she had finished, she had a selection of five different canes for use. Moving up to the end of the horse, she draped her latex clad body over Clair’s butt and thighs, moving herself such that the latex was sliding over Clair.

  Reaching to the top of Clair’s back she then raked her fingernails slowly and with some force all the way down to her butt whereupon she drew both hands back and delivered a single hard slap to both cheeks. Clair grunted with the impact as Jo-Anne rubbed her hands gently over Clair’s butt. Then, turning her fingers out, she dragged her nails between Clair’s legs right up to her labial lips. Natalie could see Clair’s muscles clench in anticipation as Jo-Anne gently slipped a single finger deep inside her before running it between her lips, drawing it back down until it brushed her clit. Clair exhaled audibly and Natalie could see her trying to move her dripping pussy back to follow Jo-Anne’s hand as it was withdrawn.

  Just then, some music began to play. It was by Enya and it had a soulful sound with a relaxing and somewhat hypnotic beat to it. Jo-Anne began to spank Clair to the beat of the music. Natalie could see that each spank was quite firm and resulted in a resounding ‘thunk’ as it made contact with Clair’s taut butt. Before long, Clair’s butt was beginning to move with what little latitude she had to try and avoid the spanks. As each one landed a low, “Ooohhhhhh,” escaped her lips. Periodically, Jo-Anne would pause and feel Clair’s butt, running her fingers over it and occasionally letting them slip across her labia. After one round of spanks, Jo-Anne said, “Natalie, come and feel how hot Clair’s butt has become and how excited she is.”

  As Natalie stepped forward and put her hand upon the reddened globe, she was surprised at exactly how hot the skin felt. At the same time she was doing this, Jo-Anne had moved back around to Clair’s head and was crouching down once again as she reached forward and grasped Clair’s nipples, pinching and rolling them quite firmly. At the same time Clair’s butt moved slightly and without conscious thought; Natalie’s fingers brushed her glistening labial lips.

  Noting her level of heightened arousal, Natalie cupped her whole vulva and rubbed her hand up and down, using her middle finger to slip inside Clair’s welcoming pussy. While Clair tried vainly to thrust against Natalie’s finger, Natalie withdrew it, holding her hand up to see it glistening in the dim dungeon light. As she thought about it, she could not believe what she had just done. She was not viewing Clair as another woman but more so as a canvas upon which to practice the art of delivering pain and pleasure.

  Jo-Anne was aware of what had been happening and said, “See. She is such a pain slut! Oh, and Marc will be happy to lick your hand clean. I like to give him a little reward every now and then.”

  Natalie put her hand out for Marc to deal with Clair’s juices and he willing licked and sucked her fingers with gusto until they were clean. As he did so, Jo-Anne retrieved the clamps from the floor beneath Clair and attached them to each of Clair’s nipples and hung a weight off the chain that joined them. She beckoned Natalie over to look as she played with the clamps.

  “I’m not sure you have been exposed to these but they are called Japanese clover clamps. The beauty of them is in their ability to increase their clamping pressure as you put more load on them.”

  Natalie watched in fascination as Jo-Anne pulled down on the chain attached to one of the clamps and she could see Clair’s breast being stretched and the nipple distending as the pressure increased. As she pulled harder, the clamp continued to hold and Clair’s moans became louder and more highly pitched. She then came back around and selected a cane from Marc’s outstretched hands.

  As the music continued, she positioned herself behind and to one side of Clair and began delivering relatively soft but very rapid strokes with the cane.

  “These are just designed to continue the warm up
process,” she said to Natalie. “You may have noticed that Clair responded very little to what I was doing to her breasts and even to what you did with your hand. This tells me that she is well into sub space right now and she is ready to take the cane. In time to come, you will be in a position like Clair and you will understand exactly what I mean. I wonder if it will be Sir James or I who is wielding the cane.” She looked at Natalie with piercing eyes and just a hint of a smile on her face. Natalie returned her gaze, asking herself the same question.

  Natalie was trembling at the thought of what she had just heard but despite her shock she was fascinated at the very thought of it. She watched in amazement as Jo-Anne wielded the cane. Periodically the music delivered a heavier beat and with each heavier beat, Jo-Anne delivered a heavier stroke with the cane before reverting to the softer more rapid beats in the interim. Initially, Clair responded to the harder beats by groaning but as time went on her responses became more muted even though Natalie could see that Jo-Anne was increasing the intensity of the strokes.

  She continued the routine of delivering strokes and pausing to inspect Clair’s butt and to tease her a little, at one stage inserting a dildo into her and leaving it sit in place while the caning continued. After one particularly hard stroke, Clair moaned loudly and Natalie was shocked to see her butt cheeks clench noticeably as the dildo was ejected from her wet pussy and fell to the floor.

  The music continued to play, and Jo-Anne beckoned for Natalie to approach her. She whispered, “I want you to go around and hold Clair’s hands to give her support. I am going to deliver four more stokes. As I deliver the last stroke, you are to let go of her hands and instantly remove the nipple clamps from her. Do you understand?”

  Natalie nodded and immediately moved around to comply with Jo-Anne’s instructions, squatting down and grasping Clair’s hands. Clair responded in turn, returning the clench quite strongly. Jo-Anne’s voice then cut through the music.

  “Slave Clair, I am going to give you four more stokes. After the last one is delivered, you are to come. Do you understand?”

  It took a second or two for Clair to respond but in a very distant and dreamy voice she replied, “Yes, Mistress.”

  Jo-Anne then selected a slightly thicker and stiffer cane than she had been using. She swung it back and delivered the first blow, landing it near the top of Clair’s butt.

  “One.”

  Clair moaned loudly as the pain from the blow cut through her consciousness. She clenched Natalie’s hands harder. Jo-Anne swung the cane again.

  “Two.”

  This elicited a higher pitched moan— almost a squeal. There was a longer than normal pause as Jo-Anne prepared to deliver the next stroke. She drew the cane back and delivered two blows in quick succession.

  “Three... four... now come for me my pain slut.”

  Clair screamed and Jo-Anne thrust the cane to one side and quickly started finger fucking her. Natalie wrenched herself free from Clair and removed the nipple clamps, letting them drop to the floor. This elicited another squeal from Clair who now exploded into orgasm. Her body began bucking and writhing within the confines of her bonds and her squeals turned into repeated moans as each wave washed over her.

  As Jo-Anne fucked her with two fingers, she hooked them down to her G-spot as they slid in and out. After every couple of thrusts her fingers would come all the way out and slide down around her engorged clitoris. Natalie could not resist the urge to grasp Clair’s nipples and roll them gently in her fingers. Spurts of clear liquid gushed out as her body writhed as much as she was able against the bonds that held her so strongly.

  Clair was repeating, “Oh God,” over and over again as her orgasm continued. Eventually, her voice became softer and the incantations grew further apart. Jo-Anne motioned for Marc to release Clair’s bonds while Jo-Anne draped herself over Clair and hugged her tightly.

  “You did so well to take that from me, slave.”

  When Clair was untied, Jo-Anne pulled her from the horse and laid her down on the bed on top of the horizontal cage, cuddling her and soothing her. Marc laid a blanket over them both and motioned to Natalie to follow him. They exited the dungeon and Marc took her back to the living room.

  “Let me get you a drink, Ma’am.”

  “Thank you, Marc. I think I need one after that.”

  Marc left the room and Natalie realized how much she was shaking. She had never seen anything so intense in her life and she could not help but picture herself in Clair’s position with Sir James wielding the cane. She wondered if that was her future. She ran the evening’s events through her mind as she awaited Marc’s return with her drink. She could not help but feel that she had been part of something very special and very beautiful and wanted to explore it further. Her excitement had been building since Marc was first summoned and she felt that she had learned so much.

  She was grateful that things had not developed to such a point where she would have been further involved in the activities, especially on the receiving end. As aroused as she was, it would have been extremely difficult for her to comply with the instruction Sir James had given her not to touch herself. While she might have been able to explain it away by having someone else doing things to her, she still would have felt guilty by playing with the semantics.

  Marc returned with a cold crisp glass of white wine and placed it down in front of her. He put the wine in an ice bucket then went and stood by the door, hands behind his back and waited.

  “That was quite an incredible experience in there,” Natalie said.

  “Lady Jo-Anne is quite an amazing lady, Ma’am.”

  “Marc, you can call me Natalie. The stripes on your butt were delivered in a similar scenario I trust?”

  “They were, Ma’am.”

  “How did you meet Jo-Anne… Lady Jo-Anne?”

  “It was at a party – a straight or vanilla party. I was taken by her beauty and her presence. There were men all around her, like bees to a honey pot I thought at the time, and I didn’t think I was even going to get a look in. At one point, as she was going to the bathroom, she paused by me and asked – actually she told me to get her a drink and wait for her return. Although a little shocked, I complied with her direction. She returned, took the drink with a smile and a wink then as she was walking away she told me to be there waiting for her at the end of the night.

  Initially, I was shocked at her arrogance…her sense of expectation and entitlement, but at the same time I was fascinated. I didn’t get the chance to chat with her again but towards the end of the evening she found me and gave me her card and simply said, call me. She left the party by herself and the following day, with much trepidation, I called her and the rest, as they say in the movies, is history.”

  “And you serve her and she beats you and you have become her slave?”

  “You make it sound so… so simple… abusive even. It is very much different from that. It is a relationship of love and beauty and devotion and we are lucky that my masochistic submissive nature dovetails well with her sadistic dominant needs. It didn’t happen overnight; we had a number of dates where I guess it would be fair to say that her actions became gradually more controlling.”

  He went on, “Firstly, she suggested I address her as Lady Jo-Anne which I though was a bit odd but kind of cute. It gradually became less of a joke and more serious as I was falling hopelessly in love, more every time I said it. I still chuckle as I think back to it. Every time she physically hurt me, I fell further in love with her. She would reach out and pinch my nipples through my shirt as she gazed deeply into my eyes. As my face contorted with pain, her smile would increase. Then she would put her hand down against my, by now hard cock, and say things like, Good boy, or, I love it when you respond like that. It wasn’t long before I was putty in her sadistic little hands.”

  Natalie could see so many parallels between Marc’s story and hers with Sir James. “Hmmmm. I think I understand that feeling,” Natalie said thoughtfull
y. “Had anyone else ever beaten you and dominated you before Lady Jo-Anne?”

  “No, of course not and I would have bet you the world that nobody would. I did not set out searching for this life, but now that I have found it, or more to the point it has found me, I wouldn’t swap it for the world. I am her slave now, not because she forced it upon me. I am her slave because I choose to be and she honors me by allowing me to serve. I love her dearly and am totally devoted to her.”

  “Do you think she loves you back?”

  “Yes she does, but on a different plane from the one where I love her. I think it would be correct to say that she loves me dearly but that she is not ‘in love’ with me. If the truth be known, she probably loves me like an owner loves their pet, if that makes sense?”

  Natalie did not respond immediately as she thought over what she had just been told. “Actually, it does make sense. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

  Just then the door opened and Lady Jo-Anne returned, sans latex. She was now dressed in track pants and a loose fitting top. Despite how she was dressed, she still exuded poise and power. She was leading Clair on a leash and as they joined Natalie, Clair carefully knelt down beside her Mistress, resting her head against her knee. Clair was wearing a pair of cotton harem pants and a leather strait jacket. Natalie could see that her mind was still a long way away and she had a look of satisfied bliss on her face that somehow greatly appealed to Natalie. It wasn’t a feeling of envy but rather a feeling that she wanted to share – a feeling of being owned and cared for. Marc immediately poured a drink for his Mistress, topped up Natalie’s glass then knelt down on the other side of his Mistress.

  “I hope you enjoyed sharing our little activity in there this evening, Natalie.”

  “It was totally amazing, unlike anything I have seen before…just amazing. I feel very privileged.” Natalie looked at Jo-Anne and smiled. “Thank you so much for sharing this part of your life with me and thank you for helping to educate me and giving me some inkling of where I might be heading with Sir James.”