Fifty Shades of Submission

by Loris James

  It is futile to protest, she will only devise other means of punishing me. There are a number of ways that she exercises control over me. Sometimes she starves me for days, or locks me in my room or, in severe cases, locks me naked in my father’s closet in her bedroom, leaving me there for days. And when the ‘punishment’ is over, she makes me kneel before her, naked, and kiss her vagina and beg her forgiveness for my ‘wicked thoughts and wicked ways’.

  It has become a way of life for me and I have learnt to accept it. I know that she spies on me through the peephole in my door all the time, and she is always going through my things in my room, looking for dirty magazines and other ‘filthy smut’.

  She is more obsessed with sex than I am.

  “Bend over!” she commands. “I want to get inside your rectum.”

  With heart racing, I do as I am told and bend over the trestle, presenting my buttocks and anus to her. It is uncomfortable, the wooden cross-bar bites painfully into my midriff.

  She inserts the douche tube up into my anal passage and my rectum fills and expands with water. It is a curious, not unpleasant sensation and I feel myself getting aroused.

  When the douche is over, she says, “Now I am going to milk your prostate by stimulating it to see if it is working properly. Do you know what a prostate is?”

  I shake my head. “No, mother.”

  “It is a gland in your anal canal below the urethra and is responsible for producing semen in a man.”

  “Please don’t,” I manage to say pleadingly.

  She pauses. ‘Don’t what?”

  “Don’t touch me there, mother. Please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

  She laughs and I feel her apply lubricant inside my rectum and feel two latex fingers penetrate all the way up my anal canal.

  “Relax,” she says tersely. “If you fight it it will only hurt.” She begins to move her fingers in a rapid thrusting movement inside me, penetrating then removing her fingers in a steady rhythm. I begin to experience a remarkably pleasurable sexual sensation. My cock is already rock hard.

  To my surprise, semen begins to flow from my penis in a clear liquid, ejaculating in a steady stream as she ‘milks’ my prostate. My excitement begins to build up into waves of explosive pleasure that starts in my anus and spreads to my cock and then rushes up throughout my whole body. It builds and builds until I can’t hold it anymore and finally every fiber of my body explodes with a roaring orgasm. I cry out with unbelievable pleasure.

  My stepmother withdraws her hand from my rectum and begins to beat my naked buttocks with her ruler, stimulating and feeding my orgasm until I cry out again and again, swept away insanely on a tide of intense pleasure and pain. My legs buckle and weaken, and finally I slump forward, completely spent.

  It takes a while for me to regain my breath and my senses. She grabs my hair and jerks my head back to look up at her. She has a strange look in her eye that I have not seen before.

  “Now that you’re a man it’s time to put your cock to good use. From now on, I will require you to service me daily in the absence of your father. You will come to my room at midnight every night and you will mount me without a word. You will fuck me and you will not say a word. You will not kiss me or touch any part of my body other than penetrating my cunt with your cock. You will fuck me and as soon as I come you will withdraw your cock. I do not want you to come inside me and squirt your semen inside me. You will go back to your room and you will masturbate to relieve yourself.”

  “And when my father is home?” I say dully, repulsed, yet at the same time incredibly aroused and excited.

  “When your father is home I will come to your room and you will fuck me there.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “No kind of sensation is keener or more active than pain. Its impressions are unmistakable.” Marquis De Sade

  The next few days with Saskia were the best of my life. We spent marvellous days together, taking long walks in the forest and packing picnic baskets and hiking into the mountains. We read books and classic love poems to each other – Byron, Shelley, Elizabeth Browning - and held hands and made love on the pine needle floor of the forest, and out in the open meadow and beside mountain streams. We made love in the meadow at night, naked and writhing and sweaty in the cold wintry moonlight beneath the stars, and we made love up in her room on the rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. And gradually our lovemaking became more adventurous and intense.

  We made love several times a day. She was as passionate and insatiable as I was. I was allowed to explore and get to know every inch of her perfect body. Our lovemaking sessions were pleasurably protracted and indescribably exciting. She allowed me to penetrate her from the front and the back. Sometimes she would lie on her side and offer her buttocks to me and I would take her from behind, piercing her vagina with rapid and powerful strokes of my penis.

  On one such occasion, after we had both come and lay sweating and exhausted in each other’s arms, I murmured in her ear, “Have you practised some of the more adventurous sexual positions of the Karma Sutra?

  She laughed. “Some. What do you know of the Karma Sutra you young rascal?”

  “I have studied it intimately.”

  She looked down at my once more erect penis and smiled. “Intimately? Very well, then show me.”

  “We will try the Kshudgaga.”

  “What does Kshudgaga mean?”

  “Striking.”

  I showed her what I wanted her to do and we both sat on the bed facing each other with our knees drawn up and I placed her feet on either side of my waist. I made her hug her knees to her breasts so that her vagina offered itself up to me like a budding flower. I penetrated her while simultaneously raining hard blows all over her body, especially on her breasts. I hit her with the flat of my hand on her breasts and buttocks just hard enough to hurt her, but not hard enough to cause bruises. Her eyes widened in surprise and then her shock transformed to excitement and I simultaneously beat her and fucked her harder and faster until she threw her head back and howled in a crescendo of exquisite sexual ecstasy.

  “Teach me more about the Karma Sutra,” she murmured with lips parted. She was lying naked on her back on her bed and I was standing over her with a full erection on display.

  I smiled. “Do you want me to show you the various blows that may be struck with the penis during sexual intercourse according to the Karma Sutra?”

  Her eyes blazed with excitement. “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Open your legs.”

  She opened her legs and I mounted her. “The first is the Upasripta,” I said. “This stroke results in full clitoral stimulation. It’s a gentle forward stroke which is varied in speed and depth with a subtle, rhythmic spontaneity, designed to stimulate your little flower bud. I will demonstrate it but you must promise not to come until I have shown you all the blows of the penis.”

  “I promise,” she whispered, opening her legs wide to receive me, her long nails biting into my back.

  I penetrated her and demonstrated the stroke, the shaft of my penis gliding smoothing over her clitoris. I heard the sharp intake of her breath in my ear.

  “If you continue to do that I’m going to come,” she groaned in my ear.

  “Bite down on my shoulder,” I advised.

  She did as she was told and I felt her teeth sink painfully into my flesh. The pain aroused me to new heights.

  “The second penis stroke is known as Manthana, or churning. That’s when I grasp my penis and move it inside your yoni like this, in rhythmic circular motions.”

  “Yoni?”

  “Vagina. My penis is called a linga. When I strike down sharply into your vagina like this it’s called Hula - the Double-edged Knife.” I demonstrated by piecing her yoni with a singular and powerful thrust, ramming my penis hard down inside her. She gasped and bit down on my shoulder once more.

  I held my penis in my hand and pressed it hard into her, holding it there. “This is Pidit
aka,” I murmured. “Known as pressing.

  “And if I withdraw my penis completely - like this - and then strike down violently into your womb, like this, it’s called Nirghata - the Buffet.” She gasped once again as my cock speared into her.

  “Continuous pressure with my penis on one side of your yoni, like this, is known as Varahaghata, the Boar’s Blow. And if I thrust wildly in every direction - like this – it’s likened to a bull tossing its horns and is called Vrishaghata, the Bull’s Blow.”

  She was beginning to moan and writhe under me. I held her hips firmly, preventing her from moving and pleasuring herself against my cock inside her.

  “Lie still! You promised not to come until I finished the demonstration.”

  “You’re torturing me,” she murmured, eyes half shut, her breathing shallow and rasping. She was balanced on the exquisite, tormenting brink of orgasm.

  I smiled. “Now, to continue your lesson. If I were to raise your hips on a pillow and strike a rising blow with my penis, that’s known as Avamardana - rubbing. But we’ll forgo that for the moment.”

  “Teach me some more,” she panted.

  “Quivering inside your vagina is known as Chatakavilasa - Sparrow Sport,” I murmured in her ear. “This usually heralds orgasm.”

  “What is orgasm called,” she moaned.

  “The involuntary shuddering and trembling of orgasm is called Samputa, the Jewel Case. Now we will practise the Sacred thread – Upavitika. In this position the woman has one foot on her lover’s heart and the other on the bed. According to legend, bold and saucy women adore this posture when they take on the man’s sexual role while the male is submissive. Do you want to try it?”

  “Stop tormenting me! I need release!”

  I lay on my back and told her to sit astride me and impaled herself on my penis. She did as she was told, gasping as I entered her, and I placed her foot on my heart and she began to move her hips rhythmically, pleasuring herself against my rigid shaft. Her breathing soon turned to gasps of ecstasy and she bent down and kissed my lips and her hardened nipples pierced my chest deliciously. As her hips began to churn she flung her head back with pleasure and then threw her head forward and began to bite my neck and scratch my chest and pummel me with her fists - doing to me what I had so often done to her these last few days. Her red hair cascaded all over me and her green eyes were wild with desire and she instinctively used the Mare’s Trick – a Kama Sutra method of gripping the penis in a vice-like grip with the vagina and squeezing pleasurably.

  We both came almost immediately. Finally her passion ebbed and she rested by bending forward and laying her forehead upon mine without withdrawing my penis from her. It was wonderful resting like that with my shaft still deep inside her, our bodies still joined in sexual union. I knew it wouldn’t be long before desire stirred in me again.

  How I loved her, I thought deliriously. How beautiful her face was! How I loved to watch her face contort with the agony of passion each time I brought her to an orgasm.

  Chapter Eighteen

  It is strange how every relationship in life takes on a different form as soon as a third person enters the equation.

  Everything changed the day Saskia’s friend from the city arrived at the hotel to stay for a while. Katherine was about the same age as her friend. She was a confident, sophisticated, well-groomed woman with long blond hair and expensive clothes.

  Her influence on Saskia soon made itself felt in every direction.

  Saskia almost immediately began to display a certain impatience with me in front of Katherine. They soon fell into excluding me from their conversations and began to take long walks without me.

  When she saw me sulking she laughed and tousled my hair. “What do you expect, darling? Of course I’m going to spend a great deal of time with her – we have lots of girl talk to catch up on. You’re so cute when you’re acting the jealous lover. Annoying, but cute.”

  I cannot help but begin to doubt Saskia’s feelings for me. She hasn’t let me touch her since Katherine arrived.

  Has she stopped loving me? Is she tired of me already? Has she grown bored with the sex? Had I demanded too much sex from her? Lately she was often spent and satiated while my own bullish appetite remained strong and unquenched and she would let me fuck her while she lay unresponsive, offering her vagina to me as a mere receptacle for my cock. This had been happening more and more lately but in my unbridled lust and craving I couldn’t keep my hands off her– whether she was a willing participant or not.

  Ever since puberty I have possessed a herculean sexual appetite and usually I pleasured myself, but now that I possess this beautiful woman I simply cannot get enough of her. Even after orgasm, I make sure that I fall asleep with my cock inside her, so that when I awake I am instantly aroused and ready to have sex with her once more.

  Perhaps I had coerced her too many times in the past week to have sex with me. Perhaps she had invited her friend Katherine down here for moral support to help her get rid of me?

  The days roll by and Katherine is still here. For almost two weeks this unbearable restraint has lain between Saskia and I. Katherine is with her every waking moment and we are never alone. My lover has begun to treat me like a stranger in the presence of her friend. We have not kissed, not as much touched, since her arrival.

  I feel lonely and abandoned.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Today, Katherine drove into town to do some shopping and, surprisingly, Saskia stayed behind with me. I rejoiced as I watched Katherine drive away in her silver Mercedes Benz. Saskia and I immediately set off for a walk and it was wonderful to be alone with her again. I reached out to take her hand but to my surprise she pulled away.

  “Katherine is perplexed,” she said, frowning.

  “Perplexed?”

  “She doesn’t understand how I could love you. For a start, she thinks you’re far too young for me. She thinks all young men are callous and crude by nature when it comes to affairs of the heart – especially if they’re as handsome as you. She says that young men your age are only interested in sex. I had to admit to her that your sexual demands are rather voracious at times. I must confess I enjoyed sex with you in the beginning but your insatiable appetite has become rather onerous. ”

  “You discussed our sex life with Katherine?” I said accusingly.

  “That’s what women do, darling. That’s why it’s called girl talk. She has warned me that you will end up breaking my heart. She has advised me to stop burying myself in the country, and suggested I go back to the city and become fully involved in life once more. She told me to stop wasting myself on a sexually obsessed youth who is hardly a fully grown man.”

  “But –“ I began to defend myself.

  She placed her fingers on my lips to silence me. “But what good is her advice since I happen to be in love with you?” she said softly.

  Her words took my breath away. For a moment I felt dizzy and could hardly speak.

  She smiled at me and took my hand. Her glance was so radiant, so full of promised happiness, that in a moment all the doubt and torment of the past weeks were forgotten.

  She loves me! I could not believe it. She says she loves me!

  I threw my arms around her and began to kiss her ferociously but she pushed me away gently.

  “Not now, Julian,” she scolded teasingly. “We must get back. I’m sure Katherine is back at the hotel waiting for us.” She saw the crestfallen look on my face and her eyes travelled down to the bulge in my jeans.

  She laughed. “When we get back you’ll have to take a cold shower to get rid of that before showing yourself in decent company! Don’t sulk, darling man, there will be many opportunities later on to put your penis inside me, I promise.” She laughed and began to walk cheerfully back to the hotel.

  I followed in silence, moping.

  Chapter Twenty

  “Katherine has been complaining about you again,” Saskia said today.

  I shrugged.
“Perhaps she knows that I despise her.”

  “But why do you despise her, you foolish young man?” she said, pinching my cheek playfully.

  “Because she’s a hypocrite,” I said. “She pretends to be so worldly and virtuous and she’s not.”

  “What could you possibly know of her virtue?” she defended her friend irritably.

  “Last night during dinner she put her hand on the inside of my thigh under the table.”

  Saskia laughed. “Was I there?”

  “Of course you were.”

  Her smile widened. “Katherine has always been an incorrigible flirt. She doesn’t mean anything by it. Did you enjoy it? I bet you did! I bet it gave you an instant erection. Did it?”

  My cheeks burned.

  She laughed. “Do you want to fuck her, Julian? You can if you like, I shan’t mind. I could arrange it.”

  “Of course not!”

  “Are you sure? Men always think with your dicks. Unfortunately we women can never be as aggressively sexual as men, nor as spiritually free. Don’t be cross with Katherine – we’ve been best friends since we were children. We’ve even shared the same man on more than one occasion.”

  “I don’t care about her,” I said sulkily. “I just wish she would go away and leave you alone – leave us alone.”

  “You sound terribly jealous of her,” she said cheerfully. “Do you think that she and I have a sexual relationship?”

  “No, of course not!” I recoiled at the thought.

  Saskia laughed. “Are you a prude? Is that what you fear most – losing me to a lesbian lover?”

  “No!”

  She sobered up. “Let me warn you-never feel secure with the woman you love. Women are more duplicitous and dangerous by nature than you can ever imagine. Do not make the mistake of believing that all women are good and virtuous. No woman is all good or all bad - at any moment we are capable of the most diabolical actions as well as the most divine thoughts, emotions, and deeds. We are impulsive creatures by nature. Never feel secure with any woman you love.”