From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  “It can be a rocky and somewhat scary ride sometimes.”

  “But is appears that you, Marc and Clair have managed to see it through.”

  Jo-Anne put her hands around the heads of her slaves and drew them into her legs. “Yes, and I would not have it any other way. I treasure them both for what they give me. They are priceless.”

  “Well, there is so much more we need to talk about, Jo, but unfortunately my head is just about overflowing at the moment. I need time to process a lot of this.”

  “Of course. It will take time. You should go now. You probably need to get yourself home and give yourself a bit of relief.”

  “Oh, wouldn’t I love to do that. Unfortunately, Sir James told me not to touch myself before I see him again.”

  “Ahhhhh. If I had known, I could have done more to get your juices flowing,” Jo-Anne said with a wicked glint in her eye.

  “I somehow doubt that much more could have been done to make my juices flow, but I love the sentiment,” she replied playfully.

  “Hmmm. Be careful or I might take the bait.”

  A shiver of excitement passed through Natalie as she looked her friend in the eye and realized she was genuine.

  “Give me a call and we can get together again.”

  Natalie rose to leave and went to give Jo a perfunctory kiss good-bye. As she did, Jo-Anne grasped her with both hands and delivered her a deep tongue kiss, taking Natalie totally by surprise. She held the kiss, exploring Natalie’s mouth with her tongue. Initially, Natalie tried to pull back but before long her resistance melted. When they finally broke, Natalie said with a grin, “You meany! You knew what that would do to me.”

  “Panties wet again?”

  “What do you mean again? Just wetter!”

  “Good. Maybe I should put a collar on you and have you as a guest in the special overnight cage under my bed?”

  Natalie leapt up and made a beeline for the door. “Please don’t put suggestions like that into my head. I will never get to sleep.” She winked at her friend and beat a hasty departure.

  The trip home went by in a blur as Natalie had all manner of thoughts running through her mind. When she finally got to bed, she tossed and turned for over an hour before she finally gave in to temptation. Damn James, or Mr. James, or Sir James, or whatever he wants to call himself, she thought to herself. If she wanted to masturbate, who is he to tell her whether she can or whether she can’t? She will do as she damn well please. She was not his slave. As she thought about her last sentence, without even thinking about it she automatically added a “yet” to the end of it.

  Reaching over to her bottom drawer, her fingers closed around Big Black, her favorite dildo. Almost as an afterthought she grabbed her vibrating egg and the two clothes pins she had placed in there some days earlier. Closing her eyes, she put her knees up and spread her legs, just resting Big Black against her labia. Her thoughts initially went to Marc and what she thought when he removed his shorts. The combination of the manly body, harnessed and under Jo-Anne’s complete control made her quiver. As she thought about the chastity device he was wearing and the stripes that decorated his butt, she could feel her juices begin to flow.

  Bringing her hands up, she gently teased her nipples which took next to no time to harden up as she replayed the mental picture of Marc in her mind. His hairless body, the masculinity that was juxtaposed with his total devotion and submission to his latex clad Mistress. As she increased the pressure on her nipples, she closed her legs, clenched her dildo and squirmed around on the bed.

  She pictured the door to the dungeon opening, seeing Clair straddling the spanking horse. Her helplessness became immediately apparent as she was held tightly over the horse, stretched and exposed. She watched her friend and closest confidante, at least at a relationship level, rake her nails down Clair’s back and spank her early in the play. Fascinated, she then watched as Lady Jo-Anne balanced it off by the tender touching and concern for Clair’s reactions. She remembered the look on Clair’s face as she was tormented and the far away sound of her voice as she drifted off into what Natalie now understood to be sub-space. She envied Clair and wanted to experience similar feelings and emotions but she knew it would not be possible to achieve them without help.

  As she thought about her feelings when Lady Jo-Anne clamped Clair’s nipples, she attached the clothes pins to her own nipples, one at a time. The pain was intense and she did not think she would be able to take them for long. She wondered how she would respond if her hands were bound and she had no say in the matter? As she asked herself that question, her hand slid down, grasping Big Black and slid it up and down between her labial lips, gasping as it brushed her clitoris.

  She held the base of it and gently eased its bulbous head into the entrance of her pussy, feeling herself relax. She needed to feel it inside her and gave it a little thrust just to open herself up and prepare for it to fill her completely. Her nipples were hurting and she was very close to removing the clothes pins but she was trying her hardest not to do it. Pulling the dildo back out until her pussy closed once again, she then pushed it back in, thrusting a little deeper than before. She continued fucking herself with it.

  As the thrusting continued, she pictured Lady Jo-Anne pausing to select a new cane from the willing hands of her kneeling slave and then the sight as the cane met flesh in her delivery of the strokes to Clair. Natalie imagined how it must have felt for Clair to be so totally controlled by another woman— every sensation of pain or pleasure to be granted at the whim of her Mistress. The thought was highly arousing. She thought about her time in Sir James’ sling where she still had some limited movement. The loss of control was similar and as her excitement level rose, she yearned to experience more.

  Holding the dildo deep inside her, she manipulated its base. Turning it 180 degrees she pushed the ‘balls’ part of the base against her clit and then began moving it around. The movement went right through the length of the shaft, amplifying the movement deep inside her. In her mind it was Sir James with his hard cock buried deep inside her, counting down from ten, ordering her to come when he got to zero.

  She was arching her back and squirming around as the dildo caressed her, both inside and out. Her breaths were getting more rapid and shallow as her climax came closer, the countdown continuing in her mind. Her movements became more exaggerated as the numbers got lower until she got to zero. She quickly removed the clothes pins from her own nipples and squealed as she took one of her nipples and rolled it between her fingers. Hearing the voice of Sir James exhorting her to come, the first wave of orgasm washed over her and every time her fingers moved, another jolt passed down through her body as she writhed around the bed in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

  When she could take no more, she cast the dildo to one side and clenched her legs shut, holding one hand firmly against her vulva as she slowly regained her composure. Slowly her breathing returned to normal as the day’s events caught up with her and she slowly drifted off to sleep. Knowing it was well after midnight, she just wished she had someone beside her to share these moments with.

  Later that morning she received a text from Sir James: I would appreciate it if you would grace me with your presence tonight at 7pm. My place. I will provide food, drink and entertainment. She read the message and decided not to answer it immediately, trying forlornly to go about her work and not to give it a second thought.

  At about 2pm she typed her reply: Sorry to disappoint but when I hadn’t heard from you, I made other plans for the evening. Hopefully later in the week if that suits. Natalie XOXO

  As she pushed the send button, and despite not having other plans for the evening, she could not help but wonder how her spurned beau would react to this rejection. Somehow she felt that it would up the ante in their next encounter. She certainly hoped she was not miscalculating. She knew she would have to tell him the truth about the previous evening if he asked. She somehow knew he would.

  Chapter 8 �
� The gift

  The next two days passed very slowly. Nothing was heard from Sir James, and Natalie was worried that she had miscalculated. She considered everything she knew about him and in so doing, she wondered if she knew him at all. Had her rebellion put him off? She considered calling Jo-Anne to seek her counsel but decided to hold out for a while longer. She also considered calling Sir James but decided that would not be a wise move. Either she was worth pursuing or she wasn’t and maybe this was going to demonstrate her worth to him one way or the other.

  Despite yearning for him, she had not touched herself since her interaction with Big Black two nights before. She was trying to put her concerns aside and concentrate on work but a myriad of thoughts including James, Marc, Jo-Anne and Clair were all running through her mind randomly. The power…the control…the raw sexual energy that permeated every aspect of these people’s behavior. All Natalie knew was that she loved it and she wanted to experience more.

  Arriving at work on the third day, she greeted Doreen who was wearing an odd sort of smile, causing Natalie to wonder what was going on. As she approached her office she could see that the door was already open. As she reached it, she was greeted with the sight of dozens, if not a hundred or more red roses all over her office, far too many to count. On her desk was a package with a sealed envelope.

  Natalie went weak at the knees as she stepped inside, taking in the beauty of the moment. Smiling to herself like a giddy schoolgirl, she raced around her desk and ripped open the envelope. Inside was a card and as she opened it she could instantly smell cologne, and she recognized that the only time she had smelled this before was when she was in the presence of Sir James. The card was made of parchment and in the top right hand corner was a pair of handcuffs. The left hand corner had a coil of rope and a riding crop. The card had today’s date on it and read:

  To my dearest Natalie,

  I formally request the pleasure of your company at an event to be held in your honor. I humbly acquiesce to your requirement for sufficient notice to enjoy your presence. It is the only fair and polite course of action upon which to embark.

  Should you deign me worthy of your presence, you should be at my front door at 7PM sharp tomorrow evening. Please accept the accompanying gift and be wearing it when you arrive.

  SJ

  Untying the ribbon on the box, she carefully opened it to reveal a red satin lining, in the middle of which sat a black leather collar. Natalie felt a thrill go right through her body, or was it a chill, as she picked it up to study it. The leather was shiny but soft and it was about 3/4 inch wide. There was a chrome D-ring riveted in the middle of it and instead of a buckle, there was a locking hasp where one end of the collar plugged into the other. There was a keyhole in the lock, but when she checked the box there were no keys. If she put this collar in place, she assumed that it would only be Sir James who could remove it.

  Sitting down in her chair, she stared at the collar as she ran it though her fingers, wondering where this was going to lead. Whilst she was secretly thrilled that he had gone to obvious effort and expense to woo her, he was also quite overt in his plan to control her. The bastard! He has certainly upped the ante just as she thought he would. Now she had to decide if she was going to accept his offer. As she re-read the note, she realized it was not really an offer at all. It was a thinly veiled command. As she read it, she realized each word of his command was causing an arousal response in her and as exciting as she found the whole idea, she found herself trembling.

  Stepping over to the mirror she held the collar up around her neck being very careful not to push the two parts of the locking hasp together. It looks beautiful she thought to herself, so simple yet so symbolic. She was looking at it from different angles, wondering how it would look with her every day clothes or whether she would only be able to wear it on special occasions. How would that work? Realizing that it would generate a number of comments and questions from different people, she didn’t think it was so outlandish that people would read too much into it unless they really understood what it meant. She didn’t even realize what it meant.

  She sat back down, picturing herself kneeling in front of Sir James as he approached her with a leash in hand, reaching out to attach it to the collar. In her thoughts, she panicked wildly and tried to fend him off with her hands only to realize they were secured behind her back and offered her no protection at all. Subconsciously, she had crossed her legs and one hand had drifted down between them, exerting just enough pressure to keep her senses heightened. In her imagination she could feel herself being pulled in against him and another little thrill went through her as she imagined herself against his leather clad thigh.

  Deciding she needed to talk this through with someone, she decided to meet with Jo-Anne once again but this time they would have to meet in the wine bar again. She trusted neither herself nor Jo-Anne in another private encounter, and she needed to stay focused on Sir James. She gave Jo only a few sketchy details about what had happened and they arranged to meet after work. It seemed that the end of the working day would never come. Natalie’s thoughts were never far away from Sir James and every time she looked up from her desk, the roses decorating her office only served to remind her of the situation she had found herself in.

  She arrived at the wine bar on time as usual and bought drinks. Jo arrived about ten minutes later, which was customary for her. Natalie wondered whether this was a typical trait of dominant personalities like her and Sir James. Did they have to control everything around them? She was mulling that over as Jo sat down. Jo had a sly smile on her face as she greeted Natalie, making her feel a little self-conscious.

  “What…?”

  “Oh, nothing really. I just think you are looking more alive than I have seen you look for quite a long time. Your recent experiences have brought something out in you and it looks good. It suits you.”

  Nothing was mentioned about their encounter three nights previous and Jo simply said, “What is so desperately important that you needed to discuss it with me in a public bar?”

  Natalie looked at Jo-Anne, blushed and looked away.

  “Well, it is not that the issue is so important but it’s just that I… I’m not sure I could control myself in a private setting at the moment. Between you and Sir James, not to mention Marc and Clair, my mind is in a constant state of sexual tension. I am experiencing so much and it is provoking feelings inside me that I am not sure I can control any longer.”

  Jo looked at her with piercing eyes that seemed to reach her very soul.

  “Natalie, I think we need to go to the bathroom together – NOW!”

  Natalie’s eyes went wide as she started to shake her head.

  “Oooohhhhh. Please. Noooooo.”

  Jo-Anne’s face broke into a broad grin.

  “Oh settle down. I’m only joking.” Laughing, she continued, “Oh my! You are in a state, aren’t you? Tell me what’s been happening.”

  Natalie let out a sigh of relief and explained about the initial message from Sir James. Without going into all the intimate details of her interaction with Big Black, she also explained how she had responded. She then retrieved the box and the message from Sir James, putting them on the table for Jo-Anne to study.

  “This morning these arrived. There were red roses accompanying these, more red roses than I could even count!”

  Jo-Anne looked at Natalie and smiled, raising one eyebrow. She took her time to read the card before she opened the box. Natalie could see her pupils dilate a little before she removed the collar from the box and looked up.

  “Hmmmmm. This is an interesting turn of events. You tried to play a game of mental poker with a Master, and Natalie, he is a Master. He turned it back on you with ease. How does that make you feel?”

  “Oh, Jo, I just don’t know. I know I am playing with someone who is smarter than me and he is taking me into new areas and a new form of relationship that I have never experienced before. It is both exciting and sc
ary at the same time. Sometimes I feel like I am the mouse and he is the cat, just playing with me…teasing me.”

  “It is very obvious you love him and you certainly love what he does to you, both mentally and physically. But you are scared of where this will take you. You are scared of committing to him. You really want to, but at the same time you do not want to totally surrender. Your rejection of him shows that, and I believe it is a positive thing. I am sure he does not want a submissive who is a doormat, and I am equally sure you do not want to be his doormat. The big thing you need to understand is that you can walk away from it any time you wish. Despite the fact that you may become his submissive, even possibly his slave, you can always walk away. You may be hurt in the process. You will be hurt in the process, but the final decision on where you go is ultimately up to you.”

  Natalie snorted derisively, a look of defiance on her face.

  “I will never be anyone’s slave,” she said haughtily.

  Jo-Anne looked at her. “Be careful of what you say. I might remind you of that one day. I am sure that neither Marc nor Clair could picture themselves in their current positions either.”

  Natalie recalled her conversation with Marc and she shuddered. He had said the same thing. He did not set out to be a slave.

  Jo-Anne held up the collar. “It is a lovely piece. I am sure it would look beautiful.”

  “I can’t disagree. I have to admit to loving it when I held it up this morning.”

  “Let me see.” Jo-Anne held the collar up to Natalie’s neck, carefully circling it. As she felt the soft leather close around her skin, Natalie heard the locking hasp click closed.

  “Whoops!”

  “Oh shit! What have you done, Jo? You didn’t close it… tell me you didn’t close it,” Natalie shrieked, causing a couple of the other patrons to look around.