An American Submissive in Britain

by Laney Rogers

  At seven thirty, Becky walked down the stairs, and Gina smiled up at her friend. “Oh…My…God…you look amazing” she said, and it was true.

  Becky’s petite form looked incredible in the sheer gown, her large high breasts clearly visible while her curly blonde hair hung in ringlets down her back, making her look like some kind of erotic angel.

  When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Becky took in Gina’s outfit. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, grinning at Gina.

  “You could say that,” Gina replied. The boned corset was in a deep red velvet material with black piping around the edges, and Gina’s ample breasts spilled over the top, while the skirt, if you could call it that, was in the reverse color scheme, black with red piping, and came down to cover about two thirds of Gina’s ass.

  “I guess you’re quite a bit taller than I am, because that skirt actually covers a lot more of me, than it does you,” Becky said.

  “Yeah, well I’m not even going to look in a full length mirror before we leave, because if I do, you’ll probably end up going by yourself tonight.”

  “Oh no, we’re going together, right now.” Becky grabbed both their bags and handed Gina hers. “It’s a good job we’ve both got fairly long coats,” she commented, gathering those up as well.

  “Yeah, for God’s sake, don’t get stopped for speeding, or we are in a whole lot of trouble.”

  Driving to The Manor took almost twenty minutes, and it was nearly eight o’clock by the time Becky parked the car. She explained that the club was located at a beautiful old Jacobean manor house just outside of Newmarket.

  Isaac, a friend of Guy’s and Andy’s, had bought the building when it was in quite a bad state, just a couple of years before Andy had started renovating The Red Lion. Now Isaac lived above the club, which took up the entire ground floor of the impressive manor house.

  Gina felt her nerves begin to build, as she took in the impressive medieval looking wood doors. A female member of staff greeted them, checked their names on a list, and then took their coats, shoes and bags, securing them in two lockers behind a large desk in the hallway. Then she pressed a button on the desk, and within seconds, a second member of staff, dressed in just a black lace thong and matching black cuffs, appeared from the doorway at the back of the room.

  “Hi Becky,” she said. “Wow, you look amazing.”

  “Thanks, Michelle. You don’t think it’s too much with the hair and everything?”

  “God, no, it’s perfect.”

  Michelle turned to Gina and gave her a welcoming smile. “Hello, you must be Gina. I’m here to escort Becky to the stage, and then your Dom has requested that I take you to him to be seated, ready for the ceremony.”

  “Oh…thank you.” Gina followed Becky and Michelle nervously. It was much more formal than she’d thought. Michelle was obviously a submissive, but worked here as well. Gina hadn’t really thought much about what the club would be like. The only ones she had known about, back home were just kink clubs in the city, and she’d never plucked up the courage to try any of them.

  This one was obviously very select, and when they went through the doorway and into the club itself, Gina was immediately hit with the incredible atmosphere.

  The huge room was lit only by old-fashioned lanterns attached to the walls, under which were placed leather couches and chairs. There was a bar up at one end, with tables and chairs set around it, but the rest of the room was dedicated to BDSM.

  Whips, paddles, canes and some implements that Gina didn’t even recognize hung from the walls, just the same as in Guy’s smaller dungeon, but this room had everything from spanking horses and benches, to St Andrew’s Crosses and spider webs, to padded examination tables with stirrups attached.

  There was a corridor that led off the main room and Gina could see two or three doors on each side that were obviously used for more private scenes. The far side of the room was sectioned off for whipping scenes, and Gina shuddered at the mere thought of Guy using a whip on her in private, let alone in front of a room of people.

  She was just trying to work out what the strange wooden frame was to the left of the spanking horses when Becky turned to her and Michelle.

  “Okay, this is it. I have to wait in that little room there until the ceremony starts, so I’ll see you afterward.” She pointed to a door just ahead of her.

  Gina gave her a quick hug. “Just remember, if you forget the vows, you can always use the backup.”

  Becky frowned. “Backup? What backup?”

  Gina’s attempt at a Scottish accent was even worse than Becky’s had been, “Even if I can’t understand a bloody word you say, I’ll still give myself to you, body and soul.”

  They took one look at each other and burst out laughing.

  Michelle glanced at Gina as she escorted her back across the main room to a pair of double doors leading off a side wall.

  “I guess you had to be there, right?” she said.

  “You sure did,” Gina replied with a grin.

  The grin died on her lips when she entered the room behind Michelle. It was full of people.

  Gina could tell the Doms and subs apart purely by the seating plan. Every submissive seemed to be on his or her knees by their respective Dom. As they navigated the throng, just about every head in the room turned their way.

  Blushing to the roots of her hair, Gina walked quickly over to Guy who was sitting at the front of the group.

  Copying the other subs, Gina knelt next to him and spread her legs a little, putting her hands on her thighs the way Becky had shown her. She was acutely aware of how short her skirt was, especially when her heels rested on her bare ass.

  Looking carefully around, so as not to draw attention to herself, she saw that many of the subs were more scantily dressed than she was. In fact, quite a few of them were completely naked.

  Guy smiled at her, and rubbed her shoulder affectionately, kissing her lips when she turned to him.

  In front of them was a small carpeted stage lit up with the same lanterns, only much brighter, and Gina realized at once that Becky’s dress would be transparent when she stood under them. A small ornately carved wooden table stood a little to one side with several things laid out on it, including a cane and a paddle. Gina also saw a black box with gold writing on it, and she knew that it contained the collar Becky had wanted to wear for so long.

  She had read quite a bit about collaring ceremonies, and several accounts had told of a spanking, or caning of some kind as part of the ceremony. Gina wondered if Becky knew what was in store for her, and realized that she actually felt nervous for her new friend.

  Two huge columns stood at the back, one on each side of the stage, and at the front were two smaller, shorter ones with vases of deep red roses placed on top.

  The room stilled when a tall, middle-aged man walked on to the stage and smiled at the group.

  “Good evening everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Isaac and I am the owner of The Manor. Tonight, we are here to celebrate the collaring and commitment vows of two good friends of ours, Andy and his submissive, Becky.

  “This is a celebration of their relationship and the commitment that they wish to make to each other, in front of their friends tonight. After the ceremony, the couple would like to invite you to play in the dungeon and enjoy the buffet that will be set out in the dining room.”

  Isaac left the stage and sat on a vacant chair on the end of the front row.

  Andy walked out on to the stage, and stood in front of the table, looking handsome and huge in a black suit and shirt and a dark red tie. A few seconds later, Becky walked out from the other side of the stage and made her way slowly to her Dom.

  Andy’s expression when he saw Becky almost made the need for words obsolete. Every person in that room could see the love he had for her.

  When she reached him, she smiled shyly and knelt before him, her head bowed in submission.

  Andy spoke first, telling the g
roup why he had chosen her as his own submissive, and promising to love, cherish and instruct Becky for the rest of his life.

  Then Becky spoke her vows, explaining what she wanted to achieve as the submissive he had chosen to collar, and how she promised to love and serve Andy for the rest of her life.

  Andy then helped Becky to her feet, and she undid the dress, letting it slide down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it, bowed her head, and knelt again at Andy’s feet.

  He opened the box on the table and took out a silver Celtic-styled collar made of interlocking pieces, which looked right at home in the medieval-type atmosphere. He bent and fastened it around Becky’s neck, and then leant down and kissed her gently on the lips.

  Returning to the table, Andy’s hand hovered over the paddle and cane, and after a second’s hesitation, he picked up the latter. He walked back over to his submissive and stood right behind her. Instantly, she bent over on all fours, leant down on her elbows and arched her back, offering Andy her lush full ass.

  Andy began to cane his sub, gently at first, and then bringing the thin strip of wood down harder on her soft cheeks.

  Gina heard the swish of the cane and flinched as it connected with Becky’s round ass.

  Guy began to rub the back of her neck as she watched, and it helped soothe away the tension she had been feeling, especially now that Becky’s behind was showing a mass of pink welts that ran from the top of her ass to halfway down her thighs.

  When he had finished, Andy dropped the cane where he stood, and helped Becky to her feet. There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling happily, and he held her close to him as they both walked to the front of the stage and down the few steps to join their friends.

  Everybody stood and gathered around them, the Doms shaking Andy’s hand, and after he nodded his approval, kissing his newly collared sub.

  The subs, including Gina, were allowed to hug their friend, and everyone admired her stunning new collar while Becky stood close to her Dom, his hand protectively around her waist.

  After a while, people started to filter into the dungeon, and further on, to the dining room to sample the Indian buffet that had been laid out for them on a magnificent oak dining table.

  Guy took Gina into the dungeon and sat down on one of the leather sofas. Gina knelt before her Dom and spread her legs, placing her hands on her thighs.

  “Gina, I have a present for you,” he said, taking a small silver bag out of the pocket of his black shirt. “Give me your wrists.”

  Gina felt a nervous flutter in her stomach as she held out her wrists to him.

  He presented the contents of the bag so she could see, and there, in the palm of his hand were two soft, kid-leather cuffs in a deep red color with a little gold clip on one and a gold ring on the other.

  Guy put the cuffs onto her wrists, and then clipped them together so her hands were cuffed in front of her.

  “They’re beautiful, thank you, Sir.”

  It felt to Gina like Guy had claimed her as his own, and this made her feel a lot more secure. Warmth spread inside her, and the need to tell him how she felt burned in her heart.

  When he brought out a leash, however, Gina expression of happiness changed immediately to dislike.

  The words were out of her mouth, before she could stop them. “A leash, like a pet dog?” she asked, not wanting to believe that he would clip that thing to her and lead her around.

  “Are you questioning my actions, sub?”

  His voice had changed as quickly as her expression, and a knot of uneasiness appeared, overtaking the warm feeling she’d had just a minute ago.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, it was just that—” She stopped at once when she saw the look on his face.

  “Maybe we’ll play for a bit before I take you to the buffet,” Guy informed her. With that, he got up, clipped the leash to her cuffs, and walked over to the equipment.

  Gina walked a pace behind him, scowling at the leash, and the fact that she was unable to pull down the too short skirt that had now ridden up to expose the vast majority of the ass.

  Guy stopped in front of the piece of equipment that Gina had been wondering about earlier. Now she was right in front of it, she suddenly realized what it was used for, and she took a step back in dismay. The leash tightened.

  Under the frame that she’d seen before, there was a padded wooden table with metal hooks placed at intervals down its length. The wooden frame stood about four feet above the table with short chains attached to it that hung down, each chain with its own cuff.

  “I think we’ll start here,” he said, motioning toward the leather-covered table.

  “No, I can’t. Please, Sir, couldn’t we use the spanking horse or something like that? I really don’t think I can…”

  The words died on her lips. She had complained to him and then said no to him in the space of about two minutes, and to top it all, several Doms had obviously overheard her disobedience, their conversations coming to a halt as they watched to see what would happen next.

  She knew immediately that she’d gone too far. This was a BDSM club and he was the one in charge. When had she taken the stupid pill and decided that she could argue with him?

  Guy led her over to the group of Doms and then turned to her, nodding at the floor. She sank to her knees, her heart beating on overtime, as she waited to see what he was going to say.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Gentlemen, I wonder if you could spread the word for me. My submissive is quite new to the scene, and I think it would benefit her to learn that every Dom here expects their submissive to serve his or her master without question. I was going to play right here, but now, my sub will be in the stocks, and any Dominant, who wishes to, may spank or paddle her ass, two swats each, until I feel she has learnt her lesson.”

  “We’d be happy to spread the word, Guy.”

  Gina realized that the man who had spoken was Isaac, the owner of the club. Shit, could this get any worse? She was horrified at the thought of all of them spanking her, but there was nothing she could do.

  Guy tugged on the leash and Gina stood. He led her over to the large wooden stocks and positioned her behind them.

  “Please, I’m sorry, Sir.”

  Guy put a finger under her chin and raised her lowered head until she met his gaze.

  “I know you are, but you will take your punishment as a reminder for the future. Now, you look gorgeous in that outfit, but I think the top can go.”

  He unclipped her cuffs and her hands dropped to her sides. Then he undid each hook and eye down the front of the corset until her breasts burst free of the material and the garment fell to the floor. Gina flushed, knowing that several more Doms were watching.

  Guy opened the stocks and nodded for her to place her hands and head in the holes. He made sure her hair wasn’t caught as he closed the wooden section, locking it in place. Then he lowered the top section of the frame until she was bent at the waist and her breasts hung down, full and heavy.

  Gina tested the holes, panic rising up in her at the feeling of being trapped. It was so different than being tied to a bed or bent over a spanking horse.

  She gasped as Guy lifted her skirt and exposed the whole of her lower half to the room. She might as well be naked, and the humiliation washed over her as she stood there bracing herself for the first swat.

  Guy saw her preparing herself, and hunkered down so she could see his face. “There’s just one more thing, little sub; spread your legs for me.”

  Gina looked at him, knowing that she had to take this, to prove that she could be a good sub for him, but the humiliation threatened to overwhelm her and tears filled her eyes.

  Guy wiped them away when they began to fall, and she spread her legs for him, determined to get through this.

  He secured a spreader bar, with ankle cuffs, to her, and then spoke softly so only she could hear. “I’ll be right here the whole time, and when it’s over, we’ll go and eat some more of t
hat Indian food you like so much.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  He stood up and moved to the side.

  Secured in the stocks, her ass and pussy on full display, Gina braced herself again for her punishment. She knew the first Dom was behind her when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. His two swats were not so bad, considering that when she caught sight of him walking away to her left, he appeared to be at least six and a half feet tall.

  She hitched a breath as the next Dom took his turn; his spanks were a lot harder, and her ass began to sting.

  The following Dom picked up a paddle and when he brought it down on her bottom, she let out a yelp, her cheeks burning instantly. When the Dom came to stand in front of her, she recognized the bottom of the red tie he was wearing and was instantly mortified.

  “In trouble again, pet? Never mind, it’ll soon be over.”

  Chuckling, Andy walked away, and Gina stood there, thinking of every bad name she could for him until the next swat hit its target.

  It wasn’t long before most of the Dominants had taken their turn. Gina could do nothing about it, apart from grit her teeth, and try not to cry.

  Eventually the tears won out, and when Guy crouched down in front of her, she prayed that it was because he was going to stop the spanking.

  “Have you learnt your lesson, sweetheart?” he asked her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she sobbed. “I won’t ever say no to you again.”

  He smiled and wiped her tears away. “That’s a tall order, but hopefully you’ll think twice about it, the next time you disagree with my decisions.” He stood and unlocked the stocks.

  Taking her hand, he helped her to stand, and then released her from the spreader bar before lifting her up into his arms. She gasped as his hand touched her bottom. He strode over to one of the sofas and sat down, cradling her to him while she got her tears under control.

  A submissive approached Guy and handed him a soft blanket and a bottle of water.

  Guy smiled at her. “Thank you, Megan, and please thank your master for me.”