A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  I moaned and nodded.

  “That’s not good enough sweetheart,” he said in a low, growling voice.” I need to hear you ask my permission. Come on Liza, what do you want? Tell me what you want right now. And the proper address in this situation is ‘Sir.’”

  He withdrew his hand when I failed to answer him and I cried out in desperation.

  He slapped my ass and put his head right next to mine.

  “Well?”

  “Pl…Please, Sir, please may I come now?” I was begging him. I couldn’t fight the intensity and depth of my need; it was going to wrench away any control I had in seconds.

  “Much better. Yes, little Liza, you may.”

  Immediately my body started to shudder, and I cried out as wave after wave hit me. I closed my eyes, drowning in the sensations I was feeling.

  “Oh my God,” Helen gasped.

  Steve turned to her. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

  “Please, Sir, may I come now as well?”

  “Yes, Helen, you may.”

  Her body shook as she came right beside me.

  Steve slowly withdrew his hands and stood up behind us. I wondered if this was the punishment he had been talking about. But it couldn’t be. I could hardly describe what had just taken place as a punishment of any kind.

  I didn’t have to wait long to get an answer to my unspoken question.

  “Stand up, Liza, and turn around. Helen, you stay as you are.”

  My robe fell back around my legs as I stood up and turned to face him. Shit, he really was an intimidating man, but even so, I wasn’t frightened anymore as I looked up into his blue eyes. He had a fair amount of stubble and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like rubbing against my thighs as he lapped at my aching cunt.

  “Go and fetch two pieces of rope and a belt from the chair in the other bedroom,” he instructed.

  I hesitated. Oh shit.

  “Now, Liza. I don’t like having to tell my submissives twice.”

  I left in a hurry and opened the door to the second bedroom. This room was obviously more than just a guest bedroom. Besides a bed, chest of drawers, and a large leather chair, I spied a shelf with assorted sex toys and other bondage implements, some of which I didn’t even recognize.

  As I passed a full length mirror, I did a classic double take and backed up to take a second look. I saw flushed cheeks and glittering blue-gray eyes staring back at me, and my thick copper hair was a mess of tangled curls tumbling down my back.

  As I studied my reflection, I realized that I had never seen myself this way. I had been stumbling along with life for far too long. I was bored with the direction I was going in and I needed to change my whole way of thinking. I didn’t want to be a good girl anymore. I wanted to push boundaries. I no longer wanted to be held back by society’s rules and restrictions.

  Regular sex with a typical guy was…boring. Just plain uninspiring. Steve could be brooding and dangerous, issuing orders and making demands. The next minute he was kissing me and showing a much gentler side that made me feel protected, and cared for. The unpredictability was addictive, and the truth of it was, I wanted more. A lot more.

  I opened my robe and touched my nipples, feeling their taut buds, wishing it was Steve’s hands and not my own.

  With a start, my mind jumped back to the present and what I was supposed to be doing. I spotted the ropes and belts hanging on the back of the leather chair and picked up two soft pieces of rope, about three feet in length. There were four different belts to choose from, and I wondered what each would feel like on my ass. My clit began to throb just thinking about it and after a couple of seconds, I chose a thin, black belt with a small brass buckle.

  Opening the door back up, I was met with an unexpected scene. Steve was sitting on the chair, and Helen was naked, lying over his knee, ass tipped high in the air.

  “We’ve been waiting, Liza. How long does it take to fetch rope and a belt?”

  “I’m sorry.” It was all I could think of to say.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  His eyes bore into mine and instinctively I peered down at Helen, lying there: silent, expectant.

  “Don’t look at Helen; look at me!”

  I slowly raised my eyes to meet his and said, “Sir.”

  “I was going to let you wait in the other room, but now I think it would be better for you to watch and learn how you should be behaving,” he explained. “Take off the robe and come here.”

  Immediately I untied the belt and let it drop to the floor, walking as I did so, not wanting to irritate him further.

  “Take one piece of rope and tie her hands together in front of her.”

  He took the other rope and belt as I gulped and looked at Helen, bent over his knee, quiet, submissive, waiting for her punishment.

  “Do. It. Now, Liza.”

  I quickly crouched down and tied the rope around Helen’s hands, making sure it was not too tight, a feeling of guilt washing over me for being a part of her upcoming pain and humiliation. I stood up and took a couple of steps back, my hands automatically moving to protect my modesty.

  Steve shook his head and crooked his finger at me, signaling for me to come back over to him at once.

  “Turn around,” he ordered, motioning for me to comply. He grasped my hands and, before I understood his intention, had my wrists securely tied behind me with the other rope. He nudged me back around. “Don’t move.”

  I stood frozen in place and watched with morbid fascination as he trailed the belt slowly down her back.

  “Do you have anything to say to me, Helen?”

  I figured she was going to say she was sorry and beg him not to use the belt.

  “Please teach me to remember to ask your permission first, Sir. I just wanted to give you a nice surprise, but I know now that I should have waited.”

  “I’m happy to teach you because I know how much you want to please me.”

  The first crack of the belt on soft skin made me jump and gasp. I waited for her to cry out in pain, but instead her ass tipped even higher and she moaned in what was obvious enjoyment.

  “Count out loud, Helen. We will stop at ten.”

  Each time the belt connected with her ass, she counted. I watched, riveted, rooted to the spot. My nipples became hard and my pussy throbbed as the spanking went on.

  Helen moaned with an obvious need and started to writhe around on Steve’s lap. He stopped immediately.

  “Did I say you could move?”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. Please, please don’t stop.”

  “You will not come until I give permission. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, I promise... Please, Sir.”

  Her voice sounded desperate and I realized that, although this was supposed to be a punishment, Steve dominated her while allowing pleasure, as well. I was beginning to learn.

  He stroked her ass cheeks gently for a few seconds, then ran the belt slowly across them. She quivered slightly, before becoming completely still again.

  “Good girl. That’s better.”

  Raising the belt into the air, he brought it down again with renewed vigor. I watched as angry welts formed on her skin, but still he carried on strapping her. After what felt like an age, she gasped out the number ten and he lowered his hand, dropping the belt on the floor.

  “Are you ready to come for me, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

  “Open your legs.”

  She immediately complied with his order. His hand disappeared between them and within seconds she cried out, her body shuddering over and over.

  When she finally became still again, he gathered her from his lap and into his arms and carried her to the bed. After he untied her wrists, he tenderly covered her with the comforter.

  As I stood there, taking it all in, I grew wet with desire and wanted nothing more than to have Steve pull me over his knee and mete out my punishment as he saw fit.

  He
kissed Helen like a loving husband. “Thank you for taking your discipline so well, sweetheart. You know I only want to reaffirm the need for obedience.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She reached up and kissed him again

  “Go to sleep now, baby. I’ll see you in the morning.” He left the bed and, as he passed, grasped my upper arm and marched me to the door. “Come with me, Liza; I haven’t finished with you yet.”

  I began to tremble as he pulled me down the hall and into the spare bedroom. Panic, excitement and desire all warred within me. Damn, I wanted whatever he was going to dish out; my whole body was on fire for it, but I was also apprehensive—what plans did he have for me? It was going to be just me and him. Alone.

  With a gentle shove, he propelled me inside and closed the door behind us. He turned and looked long and hard at me. My knees shook and my palms were sweaty. I fiddled with the rope binding my wrists behind my back.

  “I think you enjoyed watching me punish Helen, and I think your eyes are being opened to all the pleasure I could bring you.”

  A warm flush crept over my face.

  “Do you want to show me how much you need this, Liza?”

  Eyes on the floor, I gave a hesitant nod.

  His hand moved under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Answer me properly.”

  “Yes…Sir,” I added, a thrill passing through me at his obvious desire to dominate me.

  “Then kneel down and show me.”

  I took a deep breath and, struggling not to topple over, lowered myself to my knees. My hands, still bound, upset my balance, but he made no move to help as I dropped down hard. Even so, arousal and trepidation rushed through my veins.

  I peered up at him, awaiting his next command.

  He unzipped his jeans and his hard cock sprang out in front of my face. I let out a small gasp.

  Steve laughed softly. “It’s all yours.”

  I leaned forward and took the long, thick shaft into my mouth, sliding my lips over the warm flesh. I skimmed the ridge with my tongue and heard him groan with pleasure.

  Running my tongue up to the slit, I did the same, flicking the sensitive tip. He juddered and I licked up the pre-cum greedily.

  I closed my mouth around the head of his cock and then took him right to the back of my throat. Sliding my lips back and forth along the shaft, I sucked his hard length, knowing I was pleasing him. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and began thrusting harder and faster between my eager lips.

  My knees spread wider to keep my balance and I moaned with anticipation as I imagined him thrusting into my aching cunt over and over until I was screaming with pleasure.

  I felt him shudder and he groaned. His cock pulsated in my mouth and he came with a shout, shooting hot semen down my throat. I swallowed it all, loving the fact that he’d come and I was responsible. I licked him clean, his cum tasting wonderful: warm and a little salty.

  He reached down and helped me back to my feet. Untying my hands, he threw the rope on the floor and lifted me into his arms.

  “I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart. You need to know that you answer to me now, and only me. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said in a stronger voice. My confidence was growing now that I’d learned what he wanted to hear.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I want you to have a safeword. If anything becomes unbearable, or you start to panic in any way, I want you to use it. Okay? You need a word familiar to you, one you can think of quickly.”

  “Rose; it’s my middle name,” I suggested nervously.

  “Elizabeth Rose. It’s a beautiful name.”

  “Rose was my grandmother’s name,” I said, a touch defensively. It was not easy to forget the teasing I’d endured at school about how old fashioned it was.

  At the frown on his face, I changed my tone. “I’m glad you like it, Sir.”

  He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. He walked across to the bed and put me face down on it, spreading my legs wide. “Don’t move.”

  I pressed my forehead into the soft sheets, acquiescing to his control. He was in charge now. His tone did not allow for argument.

  Leaning over me, he stretched out each arm toward the small bedposts, and I felt cold metal surround my wrists. Shackles held me fast as my breathing quickened and my pulse raced uncontrollably. I was at his mercy, and I loved that. However, the vulnerable position—naked and spread eagle and shackled to the bed—frayed my already tense nerves. The contradiction between the two extremes left me breathless.

  I turned my head to view the man who wanted to own me so completely. Lust pounded through me, every nerve on edge as I began to understand just exactly what I’d been missing all this time. I looked at his body, muscle rippling under skin as he threw the last of his clothes to the floor, and I saw that, even though he had just shot his load so deliciously in my mouth, his cock was growing hard again.

  He walked out of view and I felt two hands on my hips, lifting my ass up into the air.

  He leaned down, his breath warm on my neck and spoke in a low, soft voice, “Tell me what you want, Liza. Tell me right now.”

  I hesitated, self-conscious, too embarrassed to say the words.

  He spanked my ass, the sting making me yelp with surprise.

  The throbbing inside me intensified as my cheek smarted from his hand. “Please, Sir,” I gasped. “Fuck me. I need you inside me so badly.”

  My ass bucked as a finger ran over my clit. He pinched the swollen nub. “So wet, sweetheart. It better be just for me from now on.”

  When I didn’t respond, he spanked me again, harder.

  “No, don’t! It hurts!” I protested.

  “Answer me now, or it’s going to hurt a great deal more.”

  “It’s only for you, Sir,” I promised.

  My ass cheeks were burning, but then the feeling of pain turned to one of sweet pleasure and my pussy pulsed with a new kind of longing. I wondered if maybe his punishments were something I could learn to like.

  He knelt behind me and pressed his hardness between my spread legs, running the smooth shaft between my soaked, aching folds. Helplessly, I pulled on my restraints, desperate to free my hands and take back some control.

  He chuckled. “Oh, no, Liza. I’m the one in charge here. And you don’t come until I tell you to. Remember that.”

  I cried out as he drew me toward him and slid his long, rigid cock inside me in one hard thrust. My muscles clamped around his length and he let out a groan, pulling out then burying himself deep into my tight pussy.

  “You’re mine now,” he growled. “Do you understand that? I want to hear you scream when I make you come. This sweet pussy belongs to me, and I’m going to fuck it again and again.”

  His hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples as he pounded in and out of me, his cock ramming harder and deeper than I’d ever experienced before.

  I pushed back against him, not wanting him to hold anything back. I could take everything he had to give. The pleasure and the pain…

  I moaned in protest when his hands left my nipples, but seconds later, two fingers found my swollen clit, pinching and circling it until I thought I might lose my mind.

  “I’m gonna make you come now, Liza. Is that what you want?”

  “Oh, God, yes. Please, please, Sir,” I begged.

  His hands moved back to my hips and, gripping them hard, lifted my ass even higher. He plunged full on, plowing into me until I threw back my head and screamed out in sheer ecstasy as wave upon wave of pleasure shot through me.

  Steve groaned and shuddered, exploding inside me, leaning over my body and pumping every last drop of his seed deep into my core.

  A few seconds later, while I still trembled from my orgasm, he released my hips from his grasp and slowly pulled out of me. He kissed my shoulder tenderly then leaned back, letting me ease myself down on to the bed again. Getting up, he went to my hands and remo
ved the shackles. As I knelt up, rubbing each wrist in turn, he took them both in his hands, gently massaging them to return the circulation.

  “Is that better?” he asked.

  When I nodded, he turned and walked across to his clothes. He pulled his jeans back on, not bothering to fasten them, then picked up his white tee shirt from the floor. He came back and slid the soft material over my head. Putting my arms through, I could smell his warm, fresh scent. I looked up at him, loving the way he was so forceful one minute and so gentle the next.

  He pulled me upright and his tee shirt brushed the tops of my thighs. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he leant down and brushed my lips with his own. His hands ran down my sides and he slid them under the material, caressing my warm ass with his large, rough fingers.

  “You’re beautiful, Liza. Thank you.”

  “What for?” I stared at him, confused. Shouldn’t I be the one thanking him for the best sex of my entire life?

  “You trusted me, sweetheart. You put yourself in my hands without question. Not many people can do that right off the bat.”

  I felt warmed by the compliment because for once, I was being myself. In the past, when I tried to explain any desire I had for my partner to be more kinky in the bedroom, my admission was either met with an awkward silence or, worse, laughter.

  Putting a hand under my chin, he lifted my face up to his.

  “Always tell me what you want, Liza. There’s no judgment here. All I want to do is satisfy you in every way I can. The deal is that you’re mine now. You belong to me.”

  But that was not what Helen had offered, my heart cautioned.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me hard. “Are you okay with that?” he asked.

  I looked him straight in the eyes and knew I had fallen for this huge, tough man, who was able to make me feel more cherished and sexually satisfied than I’d ever been.

  “Will Helen be okay with that?

  “Knowing what I know now, yes, I think she will be.”

  Even though I wondered what he meant by that, his words elated me.

  “So,” he repeated, “Are you okay with that?”

  “Shockingly, yes. I’ve never felt so okay about anything in my life. I don’t think I could keep away from you if I tried.”