A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  It had been a very long time since my stomach had actually churned in anticipation of the night ahead. I could imagine those big hands of his on my body, and his large frame pressing down on top of me. I couldn’t even imagine what being dominated by this man would feel like, but there was a big part of me that definitely wanted to find out. Yes, I was nervous, but that only added to the adrenalin pumping through my body as I thought about what was about to happen during the next few hours.

  I entered the apartment and slowly closed the door. The last time I had been there was for an erotic underwear party Helen had thrown, about three weeks before. Steve had not been there and the place had been crowded with laughing, slightly drunk women trying on crotchless panties and comparing enormous, brightly colored vibrators.

  I walked down the hallway, passing a good sized bathroom on one side and a couple of bedrooms on the other. The kitchen was on the left, next to the bathroom, and as I glanced inside, Helen appeared, glass in hand, out of the second bedroom. Quite small, slim, with big, brown eyes and long, dark hair, she was dressed to kill in a pair of straight black jeans and a tight, cream top.

  “Hey Liza. You look amazing.” She smiled and gestured for me to follow her into the sitting room.

  It was large, with a brick fireplace, rugs and two big couches dominating the room.

  “I’m sorry about Steve disappearing like that. It happens quite a lot, with him and his businesses. This deal he’s working on seems to be very hush-hush, but he shouldn’t be long. Here, try some of this, it’s really good.” Helen poured a pretty large measure of vodka into a glass, then added some orange juice and a couple of ice cubes.

  I thanked her and we both sat down on one of the couches.

  “I’m glad you’re here. I thought you might change your mind.”

  I realized I hadn’t actually said anything constructive since Steve had appeared in the doorway. Pull yourself together for God’s sake, I thought. She’s going to think you’re a complete idiot.

  “I did think twice about whether it was a good idea, but here I am.”

  Glancing around the room, I spied a really great collection of music. As my nerves about the night ahead seemed to be getting the better of me, I decided to get back up and walk over to the packed shelves. I started to look through them, and I felt, rather than saw, Helen come up behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood as she leaned really close and picked out a couple of CDs.

  “Drink up,” she said, sliding the CD into the player. Def Leppard filled the room from every corner. “Steve loves all this old rock. I guess I do too, now.”

  “That makes three of us,” I said. “I listen to all this stuff way more than chart music.”

  We sat back down and I took a few more sips of vodka to relax. The two of us spent the next half an hour talking and laughing about music, the clothes we’d worn when we were teenage teenyboppers, stupid pranks we’d got up to in school, and old boyfriends. The vodka kept flowing, and I began to enjoy myself in Helen’s company.

  “Let me tell you what I learned from my last relationship,” I said, mock-seriously. I paused for a few seconds, frowning and staring off into space. “Wait a minute…I nearly had it then.”

  We looked at each other and cracked up laughing. When we both finally stopped laughing, Helen stared at me quite seriously and picked up a strand of my long red, wavy hair, gently curling it around her finger.

  “Liza, you do understand what kind of relationship Steve and I have, don’t you? I mean, exactly the roles we both have when we’re together.”

  I studied her intently, the fun all but forgotten with the question she was asking and where she might possibly be going with this. “Only what you mentioned at the café. You let him take charge. I mean you are...submissive. That’s the word you used earlier today, right?”

  “Yes, he’s my Dom and I belong to him.”

  I gulped down the last of the alcohol in my glass. “You asked me here to join the two of you for the night. I mean, not like his girlfriend or anything, but just for some fun, right?”

  She smiled. “Yes, just for some fun. But let’s not worry about what comes after that, okay?” She dropped the lock of hair and stood up, still smiling. “Will you go to bed with me?”

  For a second, I thought I had imagined it. The words were almost innocent-like when she’d said them, spoken in a soft, inviting tone.

  “Well, pass me the bottle and I’ll let you know in a few minutes,” I laughed lightly.

  “Oh, no, my dear,” she smiled. “I need you fairly clearheaded for this. Are you up for it?”

  I regarded her, checking for any signs of insincerity, but all I could see was a small smile that definitely reached her eyes. I had thought if anything happened at all, it would be with the three of us. But Steve was MIA, and here I was, wanting something new and different in my life. I wanted a little excitement. I needed to let go completely and see what would happen when I did.

  “Yes.” The word came out as a soft croak, but before I could take it back, Helen removed the glass from my hand and put it on the wooden coffee table in front of us. She took my hand and led me out of the sitting room and down the hall to the bedroom I’d seen her come out of when I first entered the apartment.

  The room was decorated in deep reds and creams, with a large dark wood four poster bed, dominating the room on the far side. Two big mirrors on the walls faced each other either side of the bed and a dark wood dresser stood against the wall opposite the bed.

  I could still hear the music coming from the sitting room as the door stood ajar. Helen turned to face me and gently kissed me on the lips, caressing the back of my neck as she did so.

  “You haven’t done anything like this before, have you?” she asked.

  I flushed at my obvious lack of experience and turned my head slightly.

  “Don’t turn away. I love that you trust me enough to do this. Come and sit with me.”

  The bed was high and I practically had to jump to sit with Helen on the end. I’d had enough to drink to tell myself to stop being such a little prude and get on and have some fun, so I looked at her and slowly ran my fingers over her lips, replacing them with my own after a couple of seconds. When her lips parted and I slowly sucked on the lower one, Helen made a small noise of enjoyment, and I felt my courage grow.

  Helen undressed me, pulling the straps of my tight, black dress down until my breasts bounced free from the fabric. She smiled and stroked my cheek, then reached up and undid her shirt, letting it fall to the floor, with her bra and jeans following quickly after.

  I stood up and slid my dress down the remainder of my body, stepping out of it and kicking it to one side.

  Helen stood up, and when she reached out and ran her finger down between my breasts, I shivered. She cupped them, one by one, kissing and caressing each nipple with her tongue then gently pinching them between her fingers until they jutted out, aching for her mouth again.

  A deep tremble of arousal worked its way through my body as her fingers left my tits and traveled down toward my black, lace panties. I felt my pussy throbbing, getting wetter by the second. When she slipped her finger under the fabric and stroked my hot, wet folds, I moaned, arching my back, my breasts grazing hers and my legs spreading slightly in anticipation.

  Two seconds later, the front door opened and I froze. Shit. I looked at Helen, eyes out on stalks, expecting her to stop immediately and move away from me. Instead, she smiled warmly.

  “Well, this should be fun. Steve has no idea that you and I getting to know each other in an intimate way is on the agenda.”

  I was horrified. “Oh my God, you didn’t tell him anything about our conversation?”

  “It’s okay, Liza. Just relax, everything’s fine. Honestly.”

  Part of me was feeling really exposed and vulnerable, but if I was really honest with myself, a greater part definitely did not want her to stop. I was already missing her mouth on my breasts and feeling he
r finger gently pushing into my aching core was driving me crazy.

  Fuck it, I thought. I’m in it this far, I may as well settle down for the ride.

  Just as Helen slid two fingers into my wet pussy and I groaned with pleasure, Steve walked in.

  I could see him taking in the situation slowly, silhouetted just inside the door, with the hall light behind him. He looked menacing, standing there with a beer in his hand: big, silent, and shoulders not much narrower than the doorway itself.

  Helen stopped what she was doing, and I let out a sigh of disappointment as she turned to face him. He moved toward her and opened his mouth to say something, but she put a finger to his lips and, holding his arm, she led him to a big, comfy chair next to the dresser. She said just one word. “Watch.”

  I stood tense, holding my breath, waiting to see if Steve was going to do as she said. Apparently, he wasn’t used to being told what to do, and he glared down at her for a long moment before slowly lowering himself into the chair. Helen hesitated for just a fraction of a second and in that time, he gave her a slight smile, leaning back and taking a sip of his beer. She sauntered back to the bed and climbed up on it, giving Steve a good view of her butt sticking up in the air as she did so. I instinctively followed her lead, knowing the time had come to step it up and be a real part of this.

  We knelt on the bed, facing each other. The kisses were deeper this time, my tongue exploring her mouth, suckling both lips and then moving lower and lower until I found her nipples, returning the sensations she had given me, teasing and pulling the buds until they stood hard and erect. Helen sighed with pleasure and the sound gave me more confidence, my hands reaching out to cup her ass and pull her toward me.

  My hand slowly moved to the front and slid between her thighs, and I copied her earlier action, sliding two fingers into her soaked pussy. Her sigh turned into a low moan. She began to move back and forth against me in a steady rhythm as I moved my head level with hers. She kissed my mouth, pushing her tongue in and out. My thumb found her clit and I rubbed it gently, moistening it with her own wetness as I slipped another finger into her soft, wet cunt. We moved faster and faster, and I realized, amazingly, I was about to make a woman come for the first time in my life. I felt her climax against my fingers, her pussy throbbing, head thrown backwards in pleasure.

  Slowly she lowered her head until she was looking straight into my eyes. Smiling, she kissed me and took back control of the situation. I allowed her to push me back onto the bed, where she knelt beside me. Glancing over, I saw that Steve had hardly moved. He was sitting back in the chair, watching quietly, an unreadable expression on his face as we came together before him.

  Helen reached over and spread light kisses down my abdomen, circling my belly button with slow warm licks and moving in a trail toward my aching center. Moving to my thighs, she started the trail again, this time moving up as my legs, tensed in anticipation.

  I moaned quietly as she found what I needed her to touch so badly. Her lips flicked my clit, and I gasped and gripped the covers, hoping that I wouldn’t come too soon and end the incredible bliss I was feeling. Instead of feeling self-conscious that I had an audience, I felt liberated. I wanted him to get hard just seeing my intense pleasure.

  Just as her mouth took complete control of my body, Helen moved on top of me, ass in the air, and slid a finger into my pussy. Groaning, I writhed on the bed, and when she added another finger, stroking and teasing, I whimpered, knowing that I was going to come, completely out of control and absolutely loving it.

  I moaned as wave upon wave of pleasure hit me and my body rocked against her mouth and fingers.

  When Helen raised her head and smiled at me, I felt like a million dollars. I had never been so free of inhibitions. As she sat beside me on the bed, I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, tasting myself on her lips.

  Both of us turned in Steve’s direction at the same moment. He looked at each of us in turn and then stood up, putting the empty bottle on the dresser as he did so.

  Chapter Two

  Crossing the room, Steve seemed to grow larger with every step he took and, for the first time that evening, I began to feel scared, not having any clue what would happen next.

  He loomed over us as we sat on the edge of the king sized bed and I suddenly felt exposed. My skin flushed under his intense regard. I searched for my clothes, but they were scattered on the floor.

  “It’s a little late to worry about modesty now, sweetheart,” Steve said. His voice was deep and sexy, with a slight sarcastic edge to it. He took a step back from the bed. “Stand up, both of you.”

  We both immediately did as he ordered.

  It was obvious that Steve was well over six feet tall; my eyes met with his chest. I was taken by surprise when he leaned down and kissed us in turn, then in a soft tone, told Helen to fetch two robes from the closet. After we put them on, he gestured for us to sit, making me feel even smaller and more vulnerable.

  Turning to Helen, he looked deep into her eyes and said quietly, “Thank you for entertaining me. However, I am going to have to punish you for doing this without my permission.”

  My head snapped up in attention, wondering just for a second if he was joking. When I saw his expression, a light clicked on inside my head and everything that Helen had hinted at in the past began to make sense. A small thrill of excitement tingled inside my body, and my nipples hardened again at the thought of what was about to happen next.

  His head turned toward me and my heart jumped into my throat. At that moment, it became apparent what ‘fight or flight’ meant, and just for a second, I actually toyed with the idea of making a run for the door.

  “If you really want to leave, that’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not into forcing someone to be where they don’t want to be.”

  Steve smiled, and I was shocked that he had read my facial expressions quite so easily.

  I weighed his words. Something my grandmother used to say suddenly came into my mind. “If there’s no missed opportunities, then there’s no regrets.” I wasn’t sure if this particular situation was what she had in mind, but hell, it worked for me.

  I took a deep breath. “I’d like to stay,” I whispered.

  Steve stroked the side of my face with large, slightly rough fingers and then kissed me where the fingers had been. More tingles swept through my body and I quivered with anticipation.

  “Turn around, both of you, and bend over the bed.”

  The gentleness he had shown only a moment ago had been replaced with a stern sexy drawl.

  Was he kidding? He wanted me to bend over as well? I thought I would have to watch, or something. I mean, Helen was the submissive one here; she had explained that to me earlier. I didn’t know he would want to punish me like I belonged to him as well.

  Helen had already bent over the bed, and I looked up at Steve. I had to do something about the predicament I was in.

  “Look, I didn’t realize exactly what you meant when you asked if I wanted to stay. I’ve never done this before and I don’t know…”

  The words dried on my lips as he shook his head and put two fingers over my mouth.

  “Do you want to learn about being submissive, Liza? Your eyes, and the way your body is trembling, tell me that you do. However, I’ve already said I’m not into forcing people against their will.”

  I knew deep down that I wanted to learn more. Wetness gathered between my legs, and the thought of Steve spanking me, or whatever it was he had in mind, thrilled me right to my core.

  “I do want to learn,” I whispered.

  “Good girl for being honest with me, and yourself. Helen is waiting for you. Go and bend over the bed.”

  I obeyed him and bent over the end, heart thumping, feeling the fear and arousal spread through my body as I waited for what was coming next.

  I sensed him getting closer to us, and I jumped slightly when he spoke right next to my head. “It’s time I took back some control after your little
exhibition.”

  I lay with my face turned away from Helen. Every muscle in my body was tense, waiting for the crack of his hand on my rear. My nipples were hard as rocks as they rubbed against the fabric and pressed into the bed with every breath I took.

  I felt the bottom of the robe being lifted and cool air caressed my ass.

  Instead of his hand smacking down on my bare skin as I expected, his fingers slid down my ass and up into my pussy, which was still throbbing from Helen’s attentions. My body flinched, and he gave a rumble of laughter.

  “Spread your legs, Liza.”

  I immediately obliged, gasping as another finger slid inside, the first caressing my clit, teasing until I groaned with delight. Turning my head, I watched Helen and it dawned on me that Steve was doing exactly the same thing to her.

  His fingers stroked from one end of my pussy to the other and heat spread through my body, my ass bucking each time he stroked my throbbing clit, and I realized he had complete control over me—a feeling I had never experienced before.

  Knowing that Helen was right next to me, totally under his spell as well, hearing her cries and gasps mingle with my own, made me almost lose it. But I knew I had to hold back as long as I could.

  I felt my hot juices begin to run down me again and my cries grew louder as two fingers rubbed my clit in torturous circles that made me want to explode with delight.

  My legs spread wider as he began to finger-fuck me, gradually getting faster as he probed deeper and deeper into my aching core.

  “You both belong to me tonight. Don’t forget that.”

  Both of us were sighing and groaning, almost in unison, and I saw that Helen was gripping the bed covers as hard as I was. I knew I was going to come at any second.

  My muscles tightened around his fingers as they fucked me harder and harder.

  “Do you want to come now, baby?” Steve was leaning over, his mouth near my ear.