A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  The car sped up again and he glanced over as I slowly pulled the dark red, lace panties down, my heart pounding. The scrap of lace lay with my pants and I sat on the warm leather, completely naked.

  I felt so exposed and vulnerable with Steve fully clothed beside me, but strangely this aroused me, and I felt the need to yield to whatever he might desire. Every nerve was on edge and I craved for his hands to touch me again.

  “Open your legs.”

  I complied instantly. His right hand slid between the soaked folds and lightly grazed my clit. I gasped with pleasure as his thumb rubbed over it twice more, then he slowly removed his hand and licked his fingers. I sat, frustrated, wondering why he’d stopped so soon.

  “You taste real good, sweetheart, but now it’s your turn. Make yourself come for me, Liza.”

  I froze at the request, my hands gripping the seat, and I sat there, feeling stupid, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  He frowned, eyes still on the road. “What, Liza? Tell me what it is, right now.”

  I knew it was an order. I was embarrassed, but he was my Dom now and that meant no secrets.

  “My mother,” I spluttered. His look of annoyance was replaced with one of surprise. “She…caught me, when I was a teenager, you know—masturbating,” I confessed, humiliated.

  “So she told you it was dirty and disgusting, right?”

  “And I’d go to hell if I ever did it again,” I whispered.

  “And have you done it since she walked in on you that time?”

  What was this, twenty questions? I really didn’t want to talk about any of this, but I knew he would be relentless until I answered.

  “I know it’s pathetic, but I’ve had a sort of hang up ever since. Not on anything else—just that. The few times I tried, I just felt ashamed, and my mother’s words haunted me. It ruined the whole experience.”

  “Not anymore. I told you I’d push you, and I meant it. We’re going to get past this problem, okay?”

  The “we” part of that statement made me feel better.

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied.

  He looked over and smiled, causing a warm feeling to spread through me, like coming out of the shadows into sunshine. I had never wanted to please a man like this. It was a new feeling and I found I liked it.

  Putting his large hand over mine, he placed it on my mound. Then taking two of my fingers, he slid them down between my legs. I tensed as I felt my own fingers gently begin to stroke my pussy, under his guidance.

  “You are beautiful, Liza. Nothing you do could be dirty or disgusting. I want you to believe and accept that.”

  His hand being right over mine was so reassuring, and though I heard his words, I had become so caught up in the sensations my fingers were creating, I forgot to answer.

  His hand led me to my clit and I felt it swell as I rubbed gently back and forth. A soft moan escaped my lips and then I gasped as his fingers took control again and pushed mine inside me, reaching deep inside then back out to caress my swollen nub once more.

  The need to pleasure myself became overwhelming and I took control, plunging my fingers inside, picking up a rhythm as my other hand reached for my taut nipples that ached to be rubbed and pinched.

  Steve’s hand released mine, but I barely noticed, my need to come growing stronger every second. I could feel my climax getting closer, my legs rigid as I strained against the seatbelt.

  “Good girl, sweetheart. Come for me, Liza.”

  “Oh!” I shouted, my eyes squeezed shut. “Oh God, yes.” My hips jerked uncontrollably and I cried out as my body shuddered with an orgasm that sent ripples of pure pleasure surging through me.

  It took a few seconds for my surroundings to come back into focus, and my body to relax back against the seat. My breathing slowly returned to normal and I looked over at Steve, self-consciously, when I realized how loud I must have sounded as I’d cried out.

  “I’m proud of you, Liza. I think that’s one ghost that’s on the way to being laid to rest.” I smiled at his praise. “However, I don’t want anyone else seeing that lush body of yours right now.” He gestured toward my window.

  I shrieked as I saw traffic slowing in front of us and frantically looked for my coat. Steve reached around and grabbed it, putting it over my body in one swift movement.

  After we picked up speed again, he nodded toward my pants on the floor at my feet.

  “We’re almost back now. You have my permission to get dressed.”

  I obediently slipped the panties and pants back on, just in time for the next set of lights. I pulled the coat tightly around me and Steve laughed as he steered the big car onto a side road. Suddenly, I realized where we were.

  Disappointment hit me hard as it became obvious that the evening had come to an end. We turned into the parking lot and, a couple of seconds later, he slid the car into the parking space allotted for my apartment.

  I gathered up my halter top and bra, undid my seatbelt, and started to get properly dressed.

  “Don’t bother with the bra or blouse; you won’t be needing it. I’ll help you with your coat, seeing as you’ll have to walk a little way to the door.”

  “You mean you’re coming, too?” I asked, not able to keep the hope from my voice.

  He smiled that big, lazy smile again. “If that’s okay, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, it is.” I smiled back, feeling shy once more.

  He helped me with my coat and I slipped on my shoes, stuffing the bra and shirt in my bag.

  He put his hand under my chin and turned my face to his. “Let yourself in and leave the door ajar. Go to the sitting room and take off your shoes and pants. Bend over the table, pull your panties down and wait there in silence. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered. My whole body tingled as waves of excitement pulsed through me.

  He gave a smile. “I have a surprise for you. I hope you like it. Now off you go.”

  For the first time, I felt nervous entering my own apartment. Leaving the door slightly ajar, I took off my coat in the hallway and dropped it on the floor with my bag.

  Chapter Five

  Following his instructions, I went straight to the living room, removed my shoes and pants, and bent over the large table at the side of the room.

  I slowly pulled down my lace panties, leaving them halfway down my thighs. The cool air caressed by bare ass as I waited. Wetness formed between my legs, and every part of my core ached with anticipation.

  Finally, I heard my front door close and his footsteps walking down the hallway. My hands grasped the edges of the table as the sitting room door closed and I felt, rather than saw, him walk up behind me.

  He placed something on the floor beside the table, and I jumped as he leaned over me, putting his face close to mine.

  “Good girl, sweetheart. Now, spread your legs for me.”

  I did as I was told and was rewarded with warm hands that stroked my ass cheeks. My body began to relax and he let a hand run lazily across toward the crease. He slid his fingers down between my cheeks and I gasped and tensed as one finger ran over my anus.

  “No!” I instinctively tried to stand up, but a rock hard arm came down on my back and held me in place.

  “Be still, Liza. Stretch your arms out in front of you and keep them there, unless you want me to bind them.”

  I complied after a second, although my body was trembling, and not in a good way.

  Steve went back to stroking my cheeks, until I relaxed and then let his hand travel down and into my pussy, exploring my wetness and then teasing my clit, rubbing then softly pinching until I gasped with pleasure.

  “I want you to tell me what happened to make you react that way, Liza. Did someone force you to try something and then hurt you?”

  His hand moved back to my ass and set up a rhythmic pattern across it. It was so calming that after a minute, I felt able to talk.

  I sighed. “No, not exactly. A guy I was seeing wanted
to have anal sex, and I agreed just to see if it was something I could learn to like. He pushed so hard and it hurt, and when I cried, he felt terrible. We split soon after that.”

  “I’m sorry that happened, baby, but I want you to put all your trust in me and believe that I won’t hurt you. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, gaining strength from his words. I had come this far, and nothing bad had happened. My body craved more and this would prove that I was stronger than I had thought.

  “My brave little Liza.”

  He released his arm and I lay still, over the table. I heard him open what sounded like the zipper on a bag, and after a couple of seconds I felt a cool sensation around my most private place.

  It didn’t feel too bad until something small and hard pressed against my anus, and the muscles there instinctively pushed against the intrusion. I bucked, but he held me in place, and to my horror, slipped the smooth object in. The nerves there sprang to life as new and unfamiliar sensations whipped through me. I couldn’t decide whether it was pain or pleasure.

  I continued to fight against the arm holding me in place and he smacked my ass with his free hand. “Stop!” he commanded.

  I froze at his tone.

  “Are you in pain, Liza? What do you feel? Tell me the truth.”

  I thought for a second. “No, not painful; it feels different, but okay. And I’m embarrassed,” I added, annoyed with myself for being so weak.

  “Your body is beautiful. All of it.” He stroked my back and ass. “I love it when you quiver under my touch.”

  Letting his free hand slide between my legs, he slipped two fingers into my pussy and pushed against the anal plug. Every muscle there contracted and my breath drew in sharply as I felt an instant arousal. He let his fingers slide slowly in and out of me, each time pressing against the plug. I moaned as I felt myself begin to climb toward an orgasm.

  “You will not come without my permission, Liza.”

  The intensity of the double penetration had me squirming fitfully beneath his hand. When he stopped and removed his fingers, I almost whined with frustration. I felt him slide my panties down even further.

  “Step out of them and stand up.”

  I managed to do as he asked, even though my body ached for his fingers to continue what they had been doing, and stood before him, looking up at the hard contours of his face.

  “I said I wanted to explore all of you. The plug will stretch that area and it can heighten your pleasure, if you relax enough.” Picking up his bag, he placed it on the table.

  Now what? I thought.

  “Give me your wrists.”

  My pulse quickened as I held my wrists up to him. He reached in the bag and pulled out a roll of tape. It was black and shiny, and he bound my wrists together efficiently, testing to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

  “It won’t rub or chafe you; it’s bondage tape,” he explained.

  Anger flared up suddenly at his words as embarrassment made me defensive. Here I was, in my own sitting room, wrists bound, ass plugged, and apparently I should be thankful my skin wouldn’t chafe.

  “Oh. Well, as long as my skin stays soft and supple and my asshole stretches to the desired width,” I snapped sarcastically.

  The second the words were out, I regretted opening my mouth. Steve’s face hardened into lines of anger, and his eyes bored into mine until I took an instinctive step back.

  “Oh no, sub. You don’t get to speak to me like that and then step away.”

  In one swift move, he picked me up off my feet and swung me over his shoulder. Grabbing his bag, he marched out of the room. He then kicked open my bedroom door, flicking on the light as he entered. Striding to the bed, he threw his bag on the floor and sat, pulling me face down over his knee.

  He held me fast with one arm and reached into his bag. I struggled with all my strength when I saw the large paddle he took out.

  “I’m sorry. Really, I am. Please—don’t.”

  “You need to learn how to be silent. That mouth has earned you a punishment and you know what will happen if you struggle.”

  I became still instantly, remembering the extra spanks I’d received when I’d moved the last time he’d punished me.

  I was relieved when he gently removed the plug from my ass, but then realized why he did. Before I had time to prepare for what was coming, the paddle came down on my ass cheek and I let out a yelp. It stung and the pain had only just diminished when the paddle descended again, this time on the other cheek.

  Oh, my God, part of me actually liked this. Little sparks of arousal shot through my core every time the paddle struck.

  But four more hard swats and the pain started to outdo the pleasure. I cried out and begged him to stop.

  He did.

  “I’m very sorry, Sir,” I said in a small voice. “I promise I won’t be rude again.”

  He dropped the paddle into the bag and, to my dismay, reinserted the anal plug before setting me on my feet.

  “Seb was right. You’re going to be trouble, mouthy sub. And just to let you know, I’m going to be right there, every time, to correct you. Now, turn around.”

  I turned, flinching when his fingers ran over my sore bottom. After he’d rubbed both cheeks a few times, he spread them. I just managed not to squirm away from his touch.

  “Good girl, you learn fast.”

  With that, he pushed gently on the butt plug and I gasped, as the pain I’d expected was actually pleasant, making my pussy throb and little jolts, like electricity, flow through me.

  Steve came to stand in front of me, cupping my chin with one hand and stroking my nipples with the other. Immediately they stiffened to hard nubs and he smiled.

  He reached down into the bag and took out the shiny, black bondage tape again. My stomach lurched as I wondered what was in store for me.

  “Lie down on your back and spread your legs,” he commanded.

  I walked to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, swinging my legs up. Not being able to use my hands, I shuffled to the middle, lay down and parted my legs nervously.

  Taking each ankle in turn, he taped them to the small posts at the corners of my bed. After testing each one for tightness, he reached across, grabbed my hips, and scooted me down toward him. My knees bent as my ass reached the edge and I felt myself blush when I saw that I was totally exposed, right there, in front of him.

  As I lay there, my breathing sped up and I started to panic. I was completely trapped. Before, it had just been my hands that were bound, but now, my feet pulling against the tape, I was at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted, even if I hated it, or it hurt. What was I doing, putting myself in this situation?

  “No, Steve, I can’t. Take the tape off. I’m scared. Please take the tape off.” My voice had risen to a shrill and I pulled frantically, trying to get free of the tape that was clearly not going to give.

  “Liza, look at me. Look at me now!”

  I managed to focus on him beside the bed, his face close to mine.

  “Breathe, baby. It’s all right, just breathe. I promise you you’re safe. This is the first time you’ve been completely bound, right?”

  I kept my eyes on his and nodded, my breathing slowing a little.

  “Remember you have a safeword. What is it, Liza?”

  “Rose,” I whispered.

  He leant over and kissed me deeply, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Do you want to carry on? Tell me the truth.”

  I thought about how it had felt to be over his knee, and how my body had reacted to him, at his house, when my hands had been tied and he’d taken me hard and fast to heights I’d never been even close to before.

  “Yes, Sir, I do.” My heart was pounding, and I felt a little shaky, but I wasn’t a quitter. “I just panicked for a minute. As long as it’s you, I’ll be okay.”

  He smiled and kissed me again, then stood up and went to the bedside table, turning on the lamp. Crossing the room, he tu
rned out the overhead light, and the room was filled with a soft glow that began to relax me. He returned to the bed.

  “You look so gorgeous lying there, open and ready for me,” he murmured.

  Kneeling down, he ran his fingers slowly over my slick folds and my body instantly became aroused with a hot, pulsating need that went right through me. Even though I had lost my nerve for a minute, my body was showing me that this was exactly what I was craving.

  One finger grazed over my clit and my thighs trembled with excitement that grew every time he slid a wet finger across my sensitive clit. When he stopped, I didn’t have time to register any disappointment because the finger was instantly replaced with his hot, wet tongue.

  I gasped and one of my bound hands gripped the sheet above my head. He first circled and then flicked my clit expertly, sending sparks shooting up and down my body. His warm breath caressed my folds, and the need to come grew with every passing second.

  I tried to keep still, but my legs fought against the restraints, my hips trying to lift off the bed. His finger pushed against the plug, and I thought I would lose all control, my body jerking uncontrollably, each time his tongue flicked over my soaked pussy.

  I groaned in frustration when he decided to stop. He chuckled and I heard him pull something from his bag. A second later my whole body jumped in surprise as I felt cool plastic push against my hot, swollen labia.

  My taped wrists instinctively came down over my head and tried to reach the intrusion.

  “Put your hands back above your head, or I may decide to keep you tied down till morning.”

  I obeyed with difficulty, knowing that he meant what he said. When they were back above my head, he slowly pushed what was obviously a vibrator into my over-sensitive pussy.

  “Ohhh…” I moaned, feeling so tight and full with the anal plug in as well.

  Suddenly, the vibrator came to life and incredible sensations traveled through me, taking me straight back to the edge. When I managed to open my eyes, Steve was studying my face intently.

  “Not yet, Liza. Not until I say so.”

  “Oh, please, Sir. Please let me come.”