A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  I sat rigidly, until he stroked my inner thigh. Then I melted, easing my body back against him again, listening to one side of the conversation with interest.

  “You got to be kidding. Tomorrow? Where’s Tiny? Oh shit, okay I’ll be there. Yeah, yeah, stop kissing my ass, I said I’ll do it. Okay I’ll tell her you said sorry about interrupting. See you tomorrow.”

  He clicked off the cell and sighed. “I have to head up security at a two-day conference in Bloomington, sweetheart.” He frowned. “Fuck, this changes everything. I’ll be away for a couple of nights, and I’ve got builders arriving at the club on Monday to start renovating the bar.

  “I could go to Traders and oversee the work,” I said. “I mean, if I’m going to be assistant manager, it’s part of the job, right?”

  We sat in silence and I watched Steve’s face as he thought about my offer.

  “What about finishing your two-week notice?” he asked.

  “Screw that. I’ll call my boss on Monday morning and tell him I’m on sick leave ’til Friday. I’ll go in and clear my desk then. He’s a good guy, and after what happened, I know he’ll understand if I don’t want to be there anymore.”

  “You’ve made up your mind then, for sure?”

  “Yes, I gave in my resignation on Monday.”

  He kissed me on the top of the head. “Okay, consider yourself on the payroll from Monday. I guess you’ve earned a reprieve, for right now, as far as being butt naked is concerned.”

  “I have?” I asked, wondering what he meant.

  “Well, we’ll have to go over the plans at the club today so you can see exactly what I want.”

  “If that’s what you think is best, Sir.” I grinned and he laughed.

  “We’ll have to be back by about four. Our guests are arriving at five.”

  The grin disappeared from my face. “Guests?” I felt a knot in my stomach. People were coming to his house and he said he’d wanted me naked when I was there.

  “Don’t look so worried. Seb and Helen are coming down for a meal, and they’ll probably stay the night, that’s all.”

  I swallowed nervously. “Do I have to be naked?” I asked in a small voice.

  He glared long and hard at me. “If I say so,” he replied.

  I bit on my bottom lip. Oh shit, naked in front of my old boss. Still, I trusted Seb; he had always been one of the good guys. And it was certainly better than having a complete stranger see me naked, like Alec almost had. It would be really weird though; I had worked for Seb, and the thought of standing in front of him with no clothes on, being submissive to Steve, blew my mind. But, the expression on Steve’s face said that now was not the time to argue my case.

  Steve tapped the side of my head with his index finger. “That brain of yours is going to spontaneously combust with all that worry. Focus on the here and now, baby. Go and get dressed.”

  I sighed and stood up. Laughing, he swatted my ass. “Hurry up. It’s nearly eleven already.”

  Chapter Nine

  Stepping into the bathroom, I hurried and washed my face, put on some moisturizer and applied mascara and liner. I studied myself one more time. Clean blue jeans, a black shirt and black suede ankle boots. I put in my favorite silver hoop earrings. It would have to do.

  Steve stood in the foyer, smiling as he watched me rush down the stairs. At last, I came to a halt, out of breath, in front of him. “Okay, I’m ready,” I said.

  “Very nice,” he commented, lingering on the tight, black shirt that showed the swell of my breasts where the fastened buttons ended.

  Getting in the car, we began the drive to Traders. The day was unseasonably warm and he opened the windows, letting in a breeze. “It’s so warm, you should be able to swim later,” he commented.

  “You have a pool?” I asked, surprised.

  “Yes. I keep forgetting, you haven’t seen around the back of the house yet. Do you like to swim?”

  “Yes, but I didn’t know to pack a swimsuit,” I replied.

  “Oh, you won’t need one, sweetheart.” He turned and grinned at the expression on my face.

  We parked at the back of the club and Steve unlocked the large, black, staff entrance door. It felt strange, being back again. Everything looked just the same until we entered the public area. There, I saw at once that the bar was gone, together with all the tables and chairs. Only the dance floor remained, on two levels, with a stage on one side for the live bands that played there regularly.

  We spent a couple of hours in Seb’s old office, pouring over the plans as Steve explained exactly what he wanted from the builders. I asked questions and threw my own ideas in the mix—some of which he really liked. We didn’t agree on everything, but he listened to my point of view and made me feel as if my input was relevant; even conceding that I was right and he had been wrong a couple of times.

  There was no sign of dominant and submissive in the work place and I was grateful for that. It was important to me that we were completely equal in that capacity, and it became apparent that we were going to enjoy a good working relationship.

  We finished our first business meeting at just after three, and after locking up the club, Steve drove to a nearby restaurant and we indulged in freshly ground coffee and sandwiches.

  “You have a good eye, Liza. It’s going to be fun, getting the place ready to re-open, with you.”

  I smiled warmly at him. “It’s so good to be back there. I really missed the club and the people.”

  “Most of them are staying on. One or two left when they figured the place was going to be closed for a while. So I’ll need you to advertise for a couple more bar staff. Okay?”

  “That’s fine. I guess you won’t have a problem if you need extra security or cleaners, right?”

  He chuckled. “Actually, one of my guys will be heading security when we re-open. You’ll meet him next week.”

  We chatted for a while and then headed back to the car, Steve’s arm around my shoulders, holding me close at his side. I felt happy and relaxed as we drove back to his place and I suddenly realized that I hadn’t thought about Mike for hours.

  Steve parked close to the house and took my hand when we got out of the car, leading me round to a tall wooden gate attached to the side of the garage. He unlocked it and led me through to the back of the property.

  High fencing ran down both sides of the large back yard and at the end I saw what looked like fairly dense woodland.

  We walked over to a patio, with a path that led down to a large pool, and I was impressed at how much care had gone into the whole back yard.

  Young fruit trees had been planted around the patio area, and there were several pots with spring flowers arranged by the pool. Rockeries and flowerbeds had been dug in front of the fencing. Someone had evidently spent time landscaping the whole area.

  “Wow, this is beautiful,” I said.

  “I’m helping Alec and a friend of his with their landscaping business,” he explained. “They come round a couple of times a week, and in exchange, I let them photograph the yard so they can put a brochure together.”

  “That’s really nice of you. It’s a great back yard; I love it.”

  He looked at his watch. “Come on; let’s get you upstairs and unpacked properly.” We walked back around to the font of the house, his hand on my ass. We entered and he steered me toward the stairs. “I’ll be in the kitchen, organizing some drinks.”

  As I walked up the stairs, he called up to me, “Make yourself at home up there. You know, spread all that female stuff you women use, all around the bathroom.”

  I laughed, and when I unpacked my overnight bag, I was careful to put any toiletries neatly in one spot on the bathroom counter top. “Jerk,” I thought, with a smile. However, it felt good that he wanted me to make myself at home.

  After taking out the clothes I’d brought, I decided on a short, black and red dress. The temperature was up in the seventies, and I was glad to get out of my boots. I slipped my
feet into a pair of black, pointed heels and re-touched my make-up, applying a darker shade of red lipstick.

  Somehow, dressing provocatively gave me confidence, and when I reached the kitchen doorway, I took a deep breath and entered.

  Steve was taking cold beers out of the fridge. He straightened up and turned around, his eyes taking in my appearance, checking me up and down.

  Putting the bottles on the counter, he beckoned to me, grinning. I went to him and he kissed my lips, then murmured, “You look good enough to eat, so maybe I will, right now.”

  He slipped a hand under my skirt, then stopped, a frown on his face.

  “Panties, Liza? Are you kidding me? Take them off immediately.” He held his hand out, and I slipped the blue satin off, putting them in his outstretched hand, wondering just how angry he was. He stared at me, and then threw them in the trash.

  “Hey, what are you…” His expression stopped my words midstream.

  “Strike one, sub. If you get to three, you go to my office, pick out a paddle, and your ass ends up in the air. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered. There was no way I was going to let that happen. God, the thought of Helen and Seb witnessing my punishment was too humiliating to even think about. So why did I suddenly feel damp just imagining it?

  I was saved from trying to work out my feelings by the doorbell. Steve took my hand and we walked to the door together.

  There were hugs and kisses all round, and then the four of us went, chatting into the sitting room.

  Seb and Helen were suitably horrified when Steve explained the wound on my cheek and my bruised arm.

  “Did you damage the asshole?” Seb asked.

  “Not enough,” Steve growled. “Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age.”

  “Not that I ever noticed,” Helen commented drily.

  “Still as lippy as ever, huh?” Steve laughed. “Is she running you ragged, Seb?”

  “Oh, I think she’s learning her place well enough,” he replied.

  Helen flushed a dull red and both men laughed.

  “Go and undress and then come and join us for a drink,” Steve instructed.

  Helen and I left the room and went upstairs. Once in Steve’s bedroom, she studied me carefully.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, nodding at my cheek. “I can’t believe some prick did that to you.”

  “I’m fine now. To be honest, I’m more concerned about getting naked.”

  “Oh, it’ll be fun,” she encouraged. “Don’t be shy around Seb. He’ll love your body. Maybe I should be worried,” she added, grinning.

  “Please don’t be. I can hardly deal with one pushy Dom, let alone two. So much for putting this outfit together; I’ve worn it for about ten minutes!”

  We laughed, and the feeling of camaraderie helped me to push my fears to one side as we took off our clothes.

  Just before we got to the sitting room door, Helen squeezed my hand. “Relax and have fun, okay?”

  I nodded, attempting a smile. I’d been naked in front of Steve and trusted him enough to put myself in his hands. Now I had to let him lead me further into his world. It was frightening, but this was part of a lifestyle that I wanted to learn about and experience. I had to do this. I’d thought endlessly about what it might feel like, to let other men see me as a submissive, and now I had to take the next step.

  I followed Helen into the room and both men turned and smiled as we approached them. Steve kissed me and rubbed my ass as he handed me a drink. I caught Seb’s eyes on me and blushed, but his smile was genuine.

  “I knew you’d be beautiful, Liza.”

  “Thank you,” I managed, trying desperately not to blush but failing dismally.

  Both men sat down, and Helen knelt at Seb’s feet. My mouth fell open. Was she kidding? Kneeling at my Dom’s feet was not something I’d envisioned having to do.

  Steve chuckled at my obvious shock. “Down here, Liza,” he said and nodded toward the rug

  I saw him raise his eyebrows as I hesitated. It was a warning, so I swallowed my pride and knelt down as well. Helen gave me a small smile of encouragement.

  The men talked and I drank my rum and coke quickly, feeling the alcohol warm my insides.

  Steve pulled me between his legs and rubbed my shoulders, while he chatted with Seb, and after a while, I relaxed. Here I was, naked in front of two men and a woman, kneeling between my Dom’s feet. Instead of my earlier feeling of humiliation, I felt arousal begin to burn in my core, as I thought of what was to come.

  As if on cue, Steve looked down at me. “Come up here, Liza. I want you on my lap.” I got up and he pulled me down on to him, settling me against his body.

  He continued to talk to Seb about the new club up north, but played with my nipple as he did so. Knowing that the other Dom had a full view of this, I blushed, trying to turn on Steve’s lap.

  “Keep still, Liza, or I’ll cuff your hands behind your back,” he warned. His hand moved down my stomach and on to my mound. I jumped and then clamped my legs together instinctively, not wanting Seb to witness Steve’s hand going between them.

  “Strike two, sub. Right now, in this house, you belong to me and you will do as I wish. Open your legs. Now.”

  Not wanting to go straight to strike three, I opened them, turning my face into Steve’s shoulder in embarrassment. His hand slid down and expert fingers stroked across my folds. I felt a rush of wet heat as he did so, and my pussy clenched in anticipation.

  “Do you like what I’m doing, Liza?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, still hiding my face.

  “You’re wet, baby, even though Seb is right here, watching what I’m doing.

  “Oh God,” I groaned, not understanding how I could feel so aroused with another man and woman there, all of them watching how I responded to Steve’s touch.

  “Helen, bend over and spread your legs.” Seb’s command startled me and my eyes darted open. She had done as she was told, and Seb was parting her ass cheeks and inserting what appeared to be a lubricated anal plug.

  I wondered if Doms just carried that sort of thing around with them, but my thought lasted only for a second. Steve adjusted his position and then pushed me back, until I lay right across him, legs wide open.

  He slid two fingers into my pussy and I closed my eyes, a fierce arousal building inside me; my legs quivering and my body yearning for more.

  I heard Helen cry out across the room, then Steve’s thumb rubbed over my clit, making my hips thrust up toward him.

  “You’re so wet. You want me to make you come, don’t you?” he murmured.

  I didn’t answer him, and he instantly stopped.

  “No!” I exclaimed. “Please don’t stop, Sir.”

  “Then answer my question, sub.”

  “Yes,” I said urgently. “I want you to make me come, Sir.”

  With that, he lifted me to my feet so I stood facing him. “Open your legs and put your hands behind your back,” he ordered.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw Seb kneeling in front of Helen now, his head buried between her legs. Steve smacked my thigh, and I jumped, in shock.

  “Keep your eyes this way and spread your legs. I won’t tell you again.”

  I did as I had been told. He sat on the edge of the couch and plunged two fingers back inside me.

  “Oh!” I gasped, the intrusion sending sensations of desire shooting through me. His fingers plunged in and out of my pussy as he thumbed my clit, my legs shaking each time he pressed down on it, and I knew I was going to lose control as I stood before him.

  I heard Helen cry out to the side of me, just as Steve took my nipple in his mouth, nipping it gently then sucking hard, flicking the taut bud with his tongue. He thrust in and out with his fingers and then removed them, taking my clit between thumb and forefinger and pinching as his teeth grazed my overly sensitive nipple.

  “Ohhh! Oh my god!” Pulse after pulse of delight throbbed right
through me.

  My knees buckled and Steve caught hold of me, pulling me back on to his lap before I fell forwards. He kissed me hard, drawing my bottom lip between his, and then released it, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth.

  When he finally pulled back he studied my face, a serious expression on his.

  “You’re blushing again, Liza. Why is that?” he asked.

  “I…I shouted out in front of the others, Sir,” I whispered, feeling self-conscious. Seb and Helen were sitting together on the chair again, and I really didn’t want them to hear our conversation.

  “You trust me, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

  “I don’t usually let another Dom touch my sub, but I think it would help you get over any issues you may have with embarrassment.”

  I sat up at once, shaking my head in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious.

  “No, please Steve, I won’t be self-conscious or anything anymore, I promise,” I begged, but his face was resolute.

  “I’ve grown tired of you telling me no, Liza. Strike three.” He sounded really annoyed as I sat there, staring at him, in horror.

  He shifted his gaze to Seb and raised a brow. My eyes widened as I realized his intent.

  Seb nodded. “I’d be happy to discipline your sub for you, Steve.”

  “A sub needs to be punished when she cannot do as she’s told,” Steve said to me. “Maybe this will teach you who is in charge once and for all. Go to my office, fetch a paddle, and when you return, give it to Seb.”

  I climbed off his lap and walked out of the sitting room, not believing what was about to happen to me. I opened the door to the office and took in the display of floggers and paddles, hanging on the wall.

  I’d really blown it this time. Why had I kept on saying no to Steve? I wanted to submit to him; to give all control to him, but I couldn’t seem to stop arguing.

  I stood there, trying to work out exactly what I was feeling about Seb punishing me. I felt fear, but a small thrill pulsed deep inside my core as well.