From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  Eventually it was time to leave and she had to ensure she reached the bar and set up the drinks as instructed by Lady Jo-Anne by her allotted time. She was thankful that it was Friday and so whatever happened tonight would not impact her next working day. She would be able to sleep in and consider her position over a relaxing weekend, depending on if, and or when, she heard from Sir James. On entering the bar she selected a booth in the corner as far away from the mainstream clientele as she could. Whilst she was not expecting anything outlandish to happen with Jo-Anne, she was going to be prepared just in case. She bought four glasses of wine, sat down and waited.

  At ten minutes after five, she noticed Jo-Anne enter the bar, followed by Clair, with Marc bringing up the rear. She immediately noticed that Jo-Anne was dressed in leather. Tight leather trousers that she looked like she had been poured into, and a leather vest. Her hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail and she was in high-heeled ankle boots. She exuded a confidence and presence that turned a number of heads as she made her way towards the table. Natalie’s heart skipped a beat when she took in the view, wondering what was going to happen but at the same time having an undeniable belief that it was going to be a memorable evening.

  Marc and Clair were dressed more conservatively although they both had collars on that were clearly visible. It wasn’t until they reached the table that Natalie could tell Marc was wearing a latex top. It looked like a normal shirt from more than a few feet away but it was actually skin tight latex and she could now see his nipple rings pushing against the thin shiny rubber.

  Natalie got to her feet to greet them but immediately found herself tongue tied. When she thought about how Jo had signed off the message this morning, she wasn’t quite sure how to address her. Jo-Anne took the decision out of her hands, instructing Marc and Clair to take their seats in the booth. She held her hand out for Natalie, holding the back of her hand uppermost. It was obvious to Natalie without being told that she was expected to kiss it, which she duly did.

  “Hello…” It was all Natalie got out as Jo-Anne filled the pause in her speech.

  “Lady Jo-Anne. It would most appropriate to address me as Mistress or Lady Jo-Anne,” Jo-Anne said, saving Natalie from any further awkwardness as she took her seat. “Natalie, go to the bar and get us all some peanuts and a pitcher of water. When you return, I will explain what else I expect of you.”

  Although Natalie had been expecting the unexpected, this still took her by surprise. Nonetheless, she felt the thrill that was becoming oh so common run through her body as she took stock of her situation. She lowered her eyes and replied, “Yes, Mistress.” As she moved off towards the bar, she reflected on how good it actually felt for her to say that and she appreciated the assistance that her friend was giving her in understanding her developing relationship and the mindset that was required to go with it.

  When she returned to the table, she had a tray with a pitcher of water and four glasses along with four bowls of peanuts. She transferred them all to the table and as she bent over, Jo-Anne slipped her finger through the ring on her collar and pulled her head sharply over towards her. Natalie gasped as she looked at Jo-Anne with surprise tinged with shock, her eyes open wide. Jo-Anne smiled.

  “Good girl. Now return the tray to the bar and come back here so that I can explain what is going to happen.”

  Natalie’s nipples had hardened at the power of the exchange and she felt the increasingly familiar rush of fluid as her body responded accordingly.

  “Y… yes, Mistress,” she replied as she regained her composure, glancing quickly at Marc and Clair before heading back to the bar. She realized she was shaking and she noticed a middle aged couple staring at her. They must have witnessed the whole exchange, she thought to herself. She turned slightly to squeeze past them not meeting their gaze.

  “Nice collar my dear. Your Mistress obviously knows how to put that ring to good use. I might have to chat with her and find out where she got it as I am looking for one for my husband,” the woman said. Natalie looked up, turned beet red and gave a weak smile, totally lost for words. She noticed the man was standing with his head bowed, saying nothing. Eventually, she replied, “Th… thank you. I will let her know you are interested, Ma’am.”

  Natalie returned to the table and was about to slide into her seat, having completed Lady Jo-Anne’s instructions.

  “Kneel down beside me for a moment, Natalie.”

  Natalie was initially mortified as she knew the couple near the bar would be watching her. Her fear was confirmed as she turned to glance their way. She complied with the instruction nonetheless and as she did so, in a twisted sort of way, she actually felt proud to be doing so. The couple watching obviously understood what was happening and in kneeling beside Lady Jo-Anne, Natalie was demonstrating her willingness to acquiesce to the requirements of her Dominant.

  “I told you I was going to give you some real time experience, Natalie. Should you choose to accept my offer, I am going to provide you with some experience to act as my slave. You are obviously getting very close to being asked for some level of commitment from Mr. James, or Sir James, or Master James and I can tell by your demeanor that you are still confused about what to do. We explained some nights back what we believed the differences were between submissives and slaves, not that there are any hard and fast rules. You will be treated much like Marc. You will have no rights and will be available at my whim and for my pleasure, to do with as I choose.”

  She paused before continuing, giving Natalie the opportunity to absorb what was being said. “There will be no safe word or stopping for a break. You will be under my total control until I release you. I will not harm you in any way before you are released, but you will experience what it is to have no rights or control whatsoever. That way, you can work out if that is what you are seeking, or at least prepared to accept from your suitor. If you reject my offer, we will still chat and try and work through your different concerns and I will not think any the less of you in the future. I still value our friendship greatly. Do you accept?”

  Quickly considering the offer and figuring this was far too valuable an opportunity to pass up, Natalie again glanced first at Clair, then at Marc before returning her gaze to the floor. “Yes, Mistress. I accept.”

  “I’m sorry, Natalie. I didn’t quite catch that,” replied Jo-Anne sternly.

  “Yes, Lady Jo-Anne. I accept your offer. Thank you, Mistress,” Natalie said in a much clearer voice, loudly enough to be heard well beyond their table. She then continued, “There is a lady and man observing us at the moment and she expressed an interest in chatting with you about controlling her husband.”

  Lady Jo-Anne slipped her finger through the ring in Natalie’s collar and lifted it. “Oh, how fun. This will be a very valuable night for all of us, I’m sure. Come. Sit with us at the table.”

  Natalie did as instructed, looking over to the couple near the bar to see the woman smiling and nodding while the man looked like he wanted to be anywhere except where he was at that moment. Natalie could not work out why, but his predicament caused her to smile as she considered what she may be about to experience.

  “Rule number one, slave. If you wish to say something, you should request permission to speak first. If permission is denied, stay silent. If you are asked a direct question or instructed to speak, you may answer or speak without further asking permission.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “That is one demerit. You were not asked a question, nor were you given permission to speak. Listen to the instructions. If you continue to speak out of turn, apart from being punished later, you will be gagged,” Lady Jo-Anne said curtly.

  Natalie was taken aback by the rebuke, especially as she was trying to be good and not be caught out. She felt herself blushing and her anger was rising. She opened her mouth to reply but quickly pulled herself up. What had just happened was not fair and she found it very hard to ignore the injustice.

  “Rule 2. There is
a hierarchy of authority in my domain. After me comes Clair, followed by Marc and finally, you. Do you understand?”

  Natalie was trying to comprehend what had just been said and work out whether she should reply or stay silent. She did not want another rebuke. Eventually, she replied, “Yes, Lady Jo-Anne.”

  “Good girl. See, it’s not hard,” Lady Jo-Anne replied pleasantly as she reached over and stroked Natalie’s face.

  Natalie felt a flush of both joy and arousal this time, knowing that she had pleased her Mistress. She was amazed as she realized she was already experiencing the same emotions as she did when she was with Sir James; the main ones being anger, pleasure and arousal. With them came submission, which was needed for her to thrive in this role. What a complex web she allowed to be woven around her.

  Jo-Anne then explained that they would all be heading back to her place for dinner and she asked Natalie if she had any questions. Natalie mentioned her car being near Sir James’ and requested permission to retrieve it.

  “Give Marc your keys and describe the car to him. He will go and collect it and bring it to my place. You will be riding with me.”

  They finished their drinks and got up to leave. As they did so, Lady Jo-Anne glanced at Natalie and said, “Carry my bag please, and ensure you walk behind me but closely enough that I do not have to wait for you should I need something.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Natalie replied as she gathered her own belongings and took those of her Mistress.

  As they were leaving, the woman who had commented to Natalie earlier said to Jo-Anne, “You have wonderful control over your entourage, especially this one.” She nodded towards Natalie then went on. “I bet you could teach me a thing or two about better controlling my husband.”

  Jo-Anne stopped and smiled at the woman. “Thank you for noticing.”

  The woman quickly added, “My name is Donna, by the way.”

  Jo-Anne put her hand out and said, “Natalie… my handbag.”

  By this stage, Natalie was actually feeling excited about her new role and decided to play it up a little. She replied, “Yes, Mistress.” As she handed Jo-Anne her bag. Jo-Anne withdrew a business card from her purse and handed it to the woman.

  “I am known to people in my circle as Lady Jo-Anne. However, please feel free to address me simply as Jo-Anne if you desire. Please call me. I am more than happy to help out with recalcitrant males and make them see both the error of their ways and what their place in life should always be – under the control of a good woman.” She looked over at Donna’s husband before returning her attention to Donna and said, “I will take great pleasure in giving you some pointers if you need them. I am also not averse to delivering some more physical guidance with the strap or the cane if you believe it is more appropriate.”

  Returning her gaze to the husband, she continued, “There are few things I enjoy more than watching a bound and gagged male as he takes each stroke of my cane, slipping further and further into submission as his tears begin to flow.”

  Natalie thought he was about to wet himself as he absorbed Jo-Anne’s words, knowing that she was speaking directly at him even though he was unable to look her in the eye. She smiled before handing her handbag back to Natalie, turning on her heels and walking out of the bar. This time Natalie caught the eye of the woman’s husband, giving him a wink and a smile as she walked away. He looked askance, and Natalie saw what looked like a spreading wet patch in his trousers but she could not be sure.

  When they arrived back at Jo-Anne’s, Jo-Anne said to Clair, “Take slave Natalie into the closet and help her change into something more appropriate please.”

  Although it was a totally unnecessary gesture, Clair slipped her finger through Natalie’s collar and without saying anything, she turned and stepped off giving Natalie little choice but to follow. When they arrived at the large walk-in closet, Natalie was amazed to see racks of different types of clothing and footwear, along with various restraints.

  “Hmmmm. I think a simple harem outfit will be fine for this evening. If Mistress wants something more elaborate later, I have no doubt she will let us know. Take your clothes off and hang them in here,” Clair said, waving her hand loosely towards a corner of the closet.

  Natalie obeyed the instruction and when she turned back, Clair was holding a pair of loose fitting and nearly sheer white pants. As Natalie watched, Clair also picked up a number of shiny steel shackles. Taking the pants, Natalie immediately put them on, then Clair bent over and fitted a shackle to each of Natalie’s ankles and then to her wrists. The shackles all had a ratcheting locking mechanism and they tightened firmly around Natalie’s limbs. They were relatively comfortable and she could not help but admire their feel and appearance.

  As she was admiring them, Clair grasped her wrists and pulled them firmly behind her back and joined the D-rings with a small lock. She then selected two burnished metal nipple shields. Hardly needing to touch Natalie’s nipples before they were standing out proud and hard, she slipped the shields over them and the spring clamping mechanism gently closed against them. Natalie noticed the pressure was not such that they would be painful, but there was sufficient force there to ensure her nipples would remain erect until the shields were removed.

  “Now go out to the living room and kneel at the foot of Mistress and await her instructions.”

  “W…What about a top?” Natalie asked without considering her earlier instructions.

  “Natalie, you need to pay attention to rules you were given earlier. That’s another demerit. Open your mouth.”

  Clair had a gag in her hand and Natalie noticed that it was shaped like a short, albeit erect cock. She had little choice but to open her mouth as Clair forced it between her teeth. The cock filled her mouth but it was not quite long enough to cause her to gag on it. Clair quickly brought the straps around her head and buckled them up at the back. Another strap went under her chin and that was cinched up before the final strap that framed her nose before going up between her eyes and over the top of her head, was joined to the other straps and snugged up.

  As humiliating as Natalie found it to be gagged like this after being verbally chastised by Clair, she also found the whole process to be quite arousing. As her tormenter tightened each strap, Natalie found her excitement level rising. She had given herself over to another woman and it scared her a little to realize how much she was enjoying this experience. As she walked out to her Mistress, she realized she was trembling slightly as she wondered what was going to happen next.

  On entering the room, she found Lady Jo-Anne sitting in what could only be described as a throne like chair, looking at Natalie quite imperiously. She pointed at a spot on the floor just to one side of her and waited while Natalie took up her position, her head bowed.

  “Hmmmm. Obviously, the rules have not yet sunk in, slave,” she said as she reached over and ran two fingers of one hand gently down the side of Natalie’s face, her nails trailing little red lines as she went. She then grasped Natalie’s nipples, rolling them gently in her fingers. Natalie could not help releasing a little moan of pleasure, closing her eyes as she felt the familiar rush of pleasure between her legs, hoping that it would not show. She could not believe her own level of arousal as she was treated like this.

  Lady Jo-Anne held Natalie’s nipples now, increasing the pressure and lifting her breasts, forcing Natalie to look up at her. As she looked intently into Natalie’s eyes, she said without the trace of a smile, “Now the real work can begin.”

  Natalie winced, the pain showing clearly in her eyes as her Mistress pulled up on her breasts eventually eliciting a squeal from Natalie around her gag. With her arms secured behind her back, her breasts were proudly jutting out and with no way of protecting herself, she was at the mercy of her Mistress. Lady Jo-Anne smiled, and Natalie thought she saw a little shiver of what was obviously pleasure pass through her Mistress.

  “Oh yes, slave. It turns me on so much to see you like this, hurting for m
e but at the same time reveling in my attention.” She quickly removed the nipple shields and took her nipples again, squeezing them even harder. “Do you want me to stop, slave?... Do you?... Do you want me to let you be, you fucking slut?”

  Natalie was still expressing muffled squeals around her gag, her face contorting in pain as she looked her Mistress in the eye. Her head was spinning with the excitement of her nipples being tortured at the same time as being addressed as a fucking slut. Ordinarily, she would respond angrily to anyone who displayed the temerity to address her like that, but this was no ordinary occasion. Despite the pain, she shook her head. Lady Jo-Anne then released one nipple and immediately put her hand down between Natalie’s legs, slipping two fingers straight into her wet pussy. She moved them in and out a couple of times, fucking her quite firmly before she withdrew them. She held them up and Natalie could see them glistening in the light before her Mistress wiped them across Natalie’s nose.

  “Here, slave, smell your own excitement. You are my willing slut and slave, aren’t you?” Lady Jo-Anne almost spat at her helpless captive.

  Natalie nodded vigorously and a garbled, “Yeth Mistnnggthh,” came from around the gag. Lady Jo-Anne then released her remaining nipple, lowering her head and taking Natalie’s nipple between her lips and commenced gently sucking it as Natalie’s noises turned into instant moans of pleasure as she tried to will her Mistress to continue.