From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  The drive home was uneventful although Natalie was so bound up in her thoughts of recent experiences and Sir James, that the trip was really a blur. Going inside, she was suddenly overcome with a level of tiredness that surprised her. As she sat back on her bed and thought about what she had gone through over the past couple of days and the type of sleep she had while she was locked away in the cage, it didn’t really surprise her. She lay down and dozed off to thoughts of Sir James and Lady Jo-Anne filtering through her mind.

  She was awoken by the sound of a text message arriving. She fumbled with her phone before seeing the message appear on the screen. It read: Wear some of your new lingerie tomorrow night. SJ.

  Checking her bedside clock she realized she had been asleep for nearly an hour and a half. Feeling remarkably refreshed, she arose and began preparing for the following day. She checked her work clothes and completed the routine tasks that had been missed since she became the slave of Lady Jo-Anne. Dang! Sometimes she could do with a slave here, herself. Hmmmmm. Maybe that is not a bad idea, she thought to herself.

  An hour or so later, she heard the trill of her phone as another message was received. It read: Wear jeans.SJ.

  She felt the familiar little buzz that came from any communication with Sir James and it was a nice feeling to have her wardrobe dictated to her, at least occasionally. After dinner, she sat down to relax in front of the TV for a while before retiring for the evening. Another message arrived. Opening it, she saw the words: High heels. SJ.

  She smiled at the game he was playing but she was also impressed as with every message she received, she got a little hotter and yearned for the sight of him just that little bit more.

  The television bored her somewhat and she found she wasn’t really concentrating on it anyhow. She had one thing on her mind and she realized she needed to do something about it tonight or she would just be working on a hair trigger tomorrow night. She wondered how he would react if he opened the door and she spontaneously orgasmed as she was standing there. “Conceited prick! He would probably get off on it," she said out loud and smiled. Come to think of it, she would probably do the same if their roles were reversed, especially if he was wearing that gorgeous soft black leather that he seems to enjoy.

  After showering and climbing into bed, she set her alarm for the morning. Then, without giving it a second thought, she reached into her bedside drawer and felt for Big Black and her vibrator. She knew she would never sleep unless she was relieved by her favorite toys before she fronted her own real version of “Big James” tomorrow night. She chuckled when she thought of him like that, but as she held Big Black in her hands, she was thinking about Sir James, wishing he was here right now. He wouldn’t have to cuff her or blindfold her. She would just mount him where he stood. Again she found herself smiling at the thought of it noticing how tight her nipples were feeling all of a sudden.

  As she slowly rubbed Big Black up and down her labia, it wasn’t long before the lips parted of their own accord and her juices lubricated her favorite toy. She knew she was not going to need her vibrator this evening and hence just concentrated on the sensations imparted by her large but surprisingly realistic dildo. Again she heard the trill of her phone as another message arrived. She was on the verge of ignoring it but then she wondered if it was from him. She would never be able to concentrate until she knew. The message read: I hope you are enjoying tonight. Please feel free to make the most of it. MJ

  Natalie was shocked. It was as if he was in her room, watching her. How does that prick know what she is doing right now? Is it just a lucky guess or is he really right inside her head? Is she that transparent, she wondered? She immediately noticed the change of signature from SJ to MJ. The subtle change sent little shivers through her and she knew that Big Black’s entry would be easier with the extra little flush of lubricant that the last message had produced.

  As she continued rubbing herself, her eyes closed and a vision formed of him standing between her parted legs, looking down upon her helpless and bound body. She could see him smiling, his turgid cock in his hand as he approached. “This is what you really want, isn’t it, Natalie?” She felt the head of Big Black brush the entrance to her pussy. Like magic, her lips parted and the head of it was inside her. She gasped, the picture of a smiling Sir James still vivid in her mind.

  “Oh yes, Master. Oh yes, please,” she heard herself say aloud as she eased Big Black into her welcoming pussy. She groaned as she felt it filling her totally, worried that she would be unable to take it all but knowing from previous experience that she could. She enjoyed playing the helpless and innocent damsel in distress sometimes and despite having her hand on the big silicone cock, she did not recognize her own control over it. She pictured him looking down at her and grinning as he thrust himself hard into her welcoming pussy and she grunted as the big artificial balls hit her perineum.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Give it to me harder. I deserve to be fucked by your big hard cock, Master. I deserve to be used as you see fit. I need to be used and controlled by you,” she said out loud as the vision she had of him remained clearly on her mind.

  That was all it took as she felt herself erupting from deep down inside. As she pulled the dildo out, her pussy lips closed. She immediately thrust it all the way back in. The first wave washed over her and she squealed. Her nipples were hard buds, yearning for his touch as with her legs spread wide, she imagined him thrusting into her again and again. The smile not leaving his face as he demonstrated his power and control over her helpless sexually charged body. This was what she needed and she knew it as she squealed every time the dildo filled her up again.

  Pausing for a time, her eyes remained clenched shut as she imagined him standing there, his hard cock still at the entrance to her gaping pussy. She gasped again. “Oh fuuuck. Here it comes again,” she wailed as the second orgasm struck her and she tossed herself around the bed as its powerful sensations overcame every part of her being. She thought she was going to pass out as she withdrew the dildo and cast it aside, slipping her hand back between her legs and holding her vulva tightly as she gasped for breath, afraid to open her eyes.

  Eventually, she started to settle down and post orgasmic warmth washed over her. Her breathing changed from rapid gasps to a smooth and even flow as she basked in the afterglow. Eventually, she dozed off and it was hours later before she stirred and put herself fully into bed, sleeping peacefully for what remained of the night.

  Bouncing out of bed in the morning, she breezed through her routine tasks and found herself arriving at the office on time. She had been at her desk for about 15 minutes when Doreen knocked. Natalie looked up to see her holding a bunch of flowers and a small box. She had a big grin on her face.

  “It looks like someone is going out of their way to woo you. Maybe I’d better get a larger supply of pillows in for your chair,” she said jokingly.

  Natalie returned her look and replied, “That might be a good idea,” winking as she took the gift from her. That caused Doreen to blush as she left the office as Natalie counted the flowers - 12 red roses and the box but no accompanying note. She sat down, staring at the box, wondering what might be inside. It was too small to be a collar, and she was still wearing her first one anyhow. Her fingers were trembling as she removed the red ribbon and gently removed the top to see a selection of shiny metal rings. A little tag inside said, ‘Surgical steel’ and she knew what they were for. She looked into the lid of the box and there was a note. It simply read: Tonight… maybe. MJ.

  Needless to say, Natalie clenched her legs together as she felt the customary flush of arousal pass through her at the thought of where this might lead. Her thoughts were never far from this for the remainder of her working day.

  As she prepared herself that night, she took care to ensure she was clean, both inside and out as well as being freshly shaved. She was determined to present herself in the most positive and alluring way she could, noting the dress instructions she
had been given. Leaving home with plenty of time to spare, Natalie was alarmed to see the traffic on her way to his home. There was an accident and there was almost gridlock. She watched the time ticking by, becoming increasingly alarmed by the minute and realizing there was nothing she could do to change her situation. She sent him a message, briefly explaining the situation. She received a reply that read: Remain calm. We can address your tardiness when the time is right. MJ.

  Natalie slammed the phone back down into her handbag, furious. “Tardiness… Tardiness… Oh you sanctimonious son of a bitch,” she said out loud as she thumped her steering wheel. At any other time she would have turned around and gone home but she knew she was in far too deep to do that. He had her and he was playing with her, slowly reeling her in. Again her body reminded her of how exciting it found this, even though her conscious mind was generating opposing signals. She continued on.

  Chapter 17 – Surrender

  Finally, she arrived at the building and she was buzzed inside. As she approached his front door, it opened slowly, almost eerily. He was nowhere to be seen. Tentatively she entered.

  “Take your position on the floor in the family room. Fit the blindfold and handcuffs and wait.”

  The voice was firm and even but not as warm as she had come to expect. Despite this, the combination of his voice and his specific instructions made her nipples immediately firm up in anticipation. She could not see him and she was a little let down by this unexpected turn of events. Was he annoyed at her lateness? Probably, but it was not her fault. As she walked nervously into the apartment and entered the dining room, she could imagine how her butt would have been swaying with each step in her high-heeled pumps. She wondered if he was watching as she heard the door close gently and the distinct click of the lock as it sprung into the locked position.

  Arriving at her spot, she saw the handcuffs and the blindfold. Just as she was about to pick them up she glanced over to where Sir James traditionally sat at the table. There was a single glass of wine sitting there and beside it, to Natalie’s shock and horror, was what she now knew was a chastity belt. It looked just like the one she had been locked into by Lady Jo-Anne. Natalie stared at it. Noooooooo. It can’t be, she thought to herself. It must be some sort of weird coincidence. This time she knew the flush of excitement, or was it fear, would definitely have caused a damp spot in her panties. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she hadn’t wet herself slightly with the shock of seeing what was there.

  She returned her attention to the handcuffs and as she studied them to ensure she could fit them correctly to her wrists while she was blindfolded, she realized she was trembling slightly. Closing the handcuff down over her first wrist, she slowly clicked the ratcheted locking mechanism down until it touched her skin, each click signifying her voluntary transfer of control.

  Pulling the blindfold down over her eyes, she snugged the elastic strap so it was sitting firmly against her eyes but not so tight as to cause her discomfort. Then, taking a deep breath, she put her hands behind her back and with her free wrist, felt for the loose cuff. Slipping it over her wrist she then held it against her butt and manipulated the top cuff and heard the first locking click signaling that there was no backing out. She would only be free when he chose to free her. She then gently and slowly compressed the cuff, a little chill passing through her with each click.

  Taking another deep breath, she spread her legs to about shoulder width and waited. It seemed like forever but it may have been as little as a few minutes. She couldn’t hear anything but her heightened senses told her there was something or someone nearby. Maybe she was picking the faint scent of Sir James, or maybe it was just a connection she felt. Just as she recognized it for what it was, she heard and felt something click onto the D-ring of her collar. Immediately she was being pulled down into the kneeling position. She then felt herself being pulled forward and she had little choice but to follow, shuffling along on her knees.

  “Do you remember when you first visited my apartment and I suggested that you might find it exciting to be on your knees being led around my apartment while wearing a collar and leash?”

  “Y…yes, Sir,” she replied hesitatingly, knowing where this was going.

  “Do you remember how you responded? You told me it would happen in my dreams. Well, it appears that I am now in the beginning of a delicious dream. Tell me how it feels to be part of my dream, Natalie.”

  Natalie could feel herself getting wetter with every shuffle she took on her knees. The voice…the helplessness…the control were all contributing to her increasing arousal. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was going to drag this out at his leisure.

  “I…er… Sir… please don’t make me say it,” she pleaded.

  The tension on the leash disappeared and she stopped. The blindfold was lifted and she found herself looking directly into his leather clad crotch. He was wearing his black leather trousers. The soft buttery leather sent a thrill through Natalie every time she saw it. The thought of what it represented took her breath away and she yearned to see what lay beneath the outer layer. She felt his fingers on her chin as he tilted her head up and peered deeply into her eyes. It didn’t matter that she was still fully clothed. She felt as naked and exposed as she had ever felt in her life. She felt he could see every part of her. He could see right into her soul.

  “Natalie, tell me how it feels to be helpless, on your knees and being led around by a collar and leash,” he said evenly.

  She looked up at him. Tears welled in her eyes as she spat, “You bastard.” She knew this was going to be a crucial point in their relationship and she paused before going on, lowering her eyes. She managed to control her anger before she replied with genuine feeling in her voice “Master, you know that I love it. You know that I need it. Oh God!” she said with obvious emotion but remarkable calmness in her voice. It was a voice of surrender, a voice of love and devotion.

  “Hmmm. We shall see, Natalie. We shall see.”

  The blindfold slipped back down over her eyes and she was back in her dark world as the pull on her collar told her to obey. She did not want the blindfold replaced. She wanted to soak in the vision of Sir James as he led her and she shook her head as he pulled it down, trying to shake it free or to at least have a glimmer of light coming through. She should have known better as he was much too thorough to allow that to occur.

  They continued their little parade with him leading and her shuffling along behind, responding to the force imparted on her collar from the leash. Natalie felt they had simply moved in a circle and when they stopped, she was fairly certain they were back where they had started. The tension on her collar disappeared once more and she was thankful for the rest as kneeling with one’s hands cuffed behind one’s back was not an easy position to move around in.

  “Remember on our first evening when I spoke to you about special friends and that I hoped you would become one?”

  “Yes, Master, I do,” she said in anticipation, licking her lips subconsciously.

  “And do you remember calling me arrogant, a prick and smarmy?”

  “Yes… Master. I do,” she said much more hesitantly.

  “Well, despite those questionable terms of endearment, I have decided you are to be one of my special friends. I intend to do things with you, and to you, that you can’t even imagine. Together we will experience the agony and the ecstasy. We will climb walls of pain and pleasure, servitude, humiliation and objectification. I will control you and push you right to the limits to which you wish and need to be controlled.”

  Natalie’s breaths were coming in short little gasps. She felt like her heart was going to break free from her chest, it was beating so hard. A bead of perspiration had formed on her upper lip and she was squeezing her legs together quite hard to try and avoid any unexpected fluid reactions to his words. She felt the blindfold being lifted once again. She saw that he had removed his trousers and was standing in front of her in a pair of shiny latex short
s, his excitement obvious to her. He also had on a latex vest which hugged him like a second skin. She gasped at this vision, all at once glad her legs were clenched as the shock had its effect on her. He bent over and again lifted her chin to look him in the eye.

  “When you are ready to beg to be my submissive or slave, I will happily consider the request,” he said evenly.

  He bent over and kissed her on the lips as he pulled the blindfold back down before Natalie even had the opportunity to reply. He then grasped her firm nipples and she did not know whether to brace for pleasure or pain. She was totally off balance as her anger had flared again at his overt display of arrogance which was then countered by his kiss.

  She was not aware of her expression but he was watching her closely and enjoying the obvious turmoil his comments and actions were putting her through. Now, as he had her nipples, she was even more tortured and an extreme move either way could have put her over the top. She could not get the vision of him in the shiny latex shorts out of her mind. She yearned to feel the bulge of his arousal but it was obviously not yet to be. He continued gently playing with her nipples as she swayed back and forth, her pleasure building.

  The playing ceased and she heard some movement. As she wondered what it was that he was doing, she felt the tape cover her mouth and get drawn around either side of her face. She felt him rub his finger over her top lip and her chin, pushing the tape against her skin and ensuring it had adhered properly. In a panic, she tried to speak and found that she couldn’t make any sort of meaningful sound. She tossed her head around, trying to make noise and willing the tape to come loose. It was all to no avail. Her heart was racing and she tried desperately to keep her rising panic from overcoming her logic. She tried to rise but found the leash was preventing her from getting up.