Her Submission: The Boxed Set

by Aya Fukunishi

  "Yes Master. Thank you, Master." She felt a little silly calling him by his title now, and it took a moment to realize that this was the first time she'd called him that in company outside the club.

  "Goodnight, Master," said Amelie, smiling broadly. "Please don't hesitate to call if you need me." She stooped slightly to kiss the back of his hand as he presented it.

  With that Master paced from the room, nodding curtly at them both. Amelie tugged her skirt back down, scooted over to the dressing table and hopped up onto the corner. "Hi! I'm Amelie! It's great to meet you!"

  Every word from the girl's mouth deserved excessive punctuation, and every moment she wasn't speaking her cute, peppy face split in two with an enthusiastic, toothy grin, as if she'd just heard a funny joke.

  "Hi," replied Kathryn, chuckling a little at Amelie's hyperactive demeanor "It's nice to meet you." She glanced around at the door to make sure Master wasn't still there. "Why did you do that when you came in?"

  "Do what?" Amelie's brow knitted in confusion.

  "You, y'know, went into position two and opened your mouth wide. What's that about?"

  Amelie giggled. "Oh, it was just my task for the night! Master wasn't sure he'd find what he was looking for tonight, so the moment I saw him he wanted me to present for him. I mean, show him my pussy and my mouth so he could use me if he was horny. I was kinda hoping he wouldn't find a new girl, actually." She blushed. "Sorry, no offense! I was just looking forward to drinking his come for supper. Tonight's going to be hell. I'm not allowed to come, you see. My pussy is screaming for it!"

  Kathryn was shocked to hear such words coming from the mouth of a girl so cute and diminutive. Amelie looked like she should have been selling Girl Scout cookies door to door, not presenting her body to be fucked by her Master. Kathryn's expression must have betrayed her thoughts, as Amelie giggled and slapped her lightly on the shoulder.

  "Come on, Kathryn!" she teased. "You'll have to loosen up if you want to serve Master. You might have noticed that sex is a pretty big part of being kept by him! There's no need to be all prudish about it!" She picked up a comb and began playing with her tufts of hair, studying herself critically in the mirror. "So, fill me in on the juicy details. What did he do to you?"

  Kathryn glanced once more toward the door, suddenly wary. "I... am I allowed to talk about this?"

  "Uh huh. You can say anything unless Master says you can't. We're all family here. Come on, spill the beans!"

  Kathryn smiled weakly, feeling her mood slightly lifted by the endless energy pouring from the girl. She'd just met the girl, but Kathryn decided she could trust her. "Well, he... he, er, he told me all about what it's like to be a submissive, and then he put a butt plug in me. Then I went down on him. Then he... er, he fucked me in the ass."

  Another slap to the shoulder. "Oh, you lucky girl! Christ, I'd do anything for a little anal!" She dropped the comb to her chest and began scratching the teeth across her bare breasts, raising tiny pink lines on her tanned skin as her nipples hardened at her touch. "Come on, don't spare the details. What did it feel like? Did he call you a dirty little come slut and spank your ass pink?"

  "No! I mean... well, he said some things, but he was very gentlemanly."

  Amelie grinned, absently digging the teeth of the comb deep into her skin. "So how did it feel to, y'know, be with him? This was your first time as a sub, right?"

  Kathryn blushed and averted her eyes. She didn't know quite how to reply, but she needed to talk to somebody about it. Holding in the experience was burning a hole in her soul. "Well... oh, I don't know. I've never felt anything like that before. I can't explain it. I always thought you guys were a little weird, but when I was with him... I don't know, it just felt right. It felt like this was how it should be. I felt safe when I gave myself to him, and it was incredible."

  She felt the prick of tears at her eyes, immediately followed by a pang of shame at welling up in front of a stranger. "Now... now I don't know how I feel. I feel like I was drunk when I was... when he was doing those things to me, and now I've sobered up I can't help but cringe when I remember it. This isn't like me. I don't do this stuff. I don't know what I'm doing here!"

  Amelie slid her butt off the table and leaned in to hug Kathryn. The physical contact felt wonderful, and Kathryn was surprised at herself when she buried her head in Amelie's shoulder and began to sob. Great gasps of confused anguish flowed from her, and she couldn't even explain why she felt this deep, dark sadness.

  "It's OK, baby girl, it's OK. Come on, cry it out, you'll feel better soon." Kathryn pulled away from the hug and grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the table. Amelie laid her hands on Kathryn's knee and waited for the sobs to subside, smiling sympathetically.

  "Oh, you poor thing. I haven't seen sub-drop this bad in years."

  Kathryn sniffed. "Sub-drop?"

  "Yeah. Don't worry, darling, it's perfectly normal to feel this way, especially when you're just starting out and you haven't learned how to process your feelings. Now listen. You've just experienced submission for the first time, OK? You were in a place you've never been before, and your body responded by flooding you with all sorts of endorphins and crazy chemicals. Your pain threshold increased. Your nerve endings tingled. You were completely under Master's control, and it felt perfect. I bet it felt as if you were having an out of body experience when it got really intense, right?"

  Kathryn nodded, sniffing.

  "You were in fight or flight mode when he fucked you, and now you're coming down from that high as all those endorphins are leaving your system. You're crashing. You're physically and mentally exhausted. That's sub-drop."

  Kathryn took a deep, ragged breath, wiping away the last of the tears. "You mean I'll feel this way after every time I... I do that again?"

  Amelie patted her on the knee. "No, not at all. It'll be easier the next time, and soon you'll learn to control your feelings after a scene ends." She grinned. "You see how powerful it is now, right? I bet you're beginning to understand why we love this life so much, when your Master can make you feel something so intensely that your body reacts as if you're fighting off a bear."

  She sighed. "Master dropped the ball on this one. He should have been prepared for it, he should have stayed with you to make sure you were OK. Don't worry, he'll get better at understanding your needs as he gets to know you. Now, though, you need a good night's sleep and a solid breakfast when you wake up." Amelie stood and offered her hand. "Come on, baby girl, let's get you tucked up in bed. Tomorrow will be a busy day."

  Chapter Two

  Amelie was right. When the sun began to stream in through a gap in the thick blackout curtains covering the window Kathryn awoke positive and energized. She lay quietly for a while, holding still to avoid waking Amelie still sleeping soundly beside her in the wide bed, and looked around the room with interest. It was small and bare, without a scrap of anything resembling personal possessions to be seen. Amelie later explained that she had taken what amounted to a vow of poverty when she committed herself to Master. He provided for all of her needs, and she didn't need trinkets and keepsakes when he offered so much else.

  Several times before Amelie awoke Kathryn had to stifle a giggle as she once again wondered what she was doing there. It all felt so surreal, as if the previous night had been nothing but a confusing dream. She still didn't feel she was submissive material, but as Amelie snored quietly she decided she'd stay a while, be brave, and see if she could recapture the wonderful feeling of freedom she'd felt in Master's presence.

  Amelie stirred and stretched, her toes poking from beneath the blanket and wiggling as she awoke. "Good morning," she moaned happily, stifling a yawn. "How did you sleep?"

  Kathryn smiled warmly. "Very well, thank you. And you?"

  "Oh, I always sleep like the dead. It's lucky, too, because you were tossing and turning all night long. You must have had some crazy dreams."

  Kathryn smiled. "I was dreaming of last night,
only we were in the main bar rather than the private suite. Master called everyone in to watch us on the stage. Then it turned out the club was on a space station and my Dad was the captain," she chuckled, "but I don't think that part meant anything."

  Amelie rolled out of the bed and stretched on her tiptoes. "God, I wish I could have taken a peak at that dream. There's nothing I love more than watching Master play with his subs. Well, there is, of course, but he won't do it to me." She grinned, patting her pussy playfully with the palm of her hand. "So you feelin' better this morning, baby girl?"

  "Yeah," replied Kathryn. "I feel... well, I'm feeling great actually. Thanks for putting up with my little freak out last night. I don't know what came over me."

  "It happens to the best of us, newbie. When Master first took me in I spazzed out after three days and moved back in with my parents. I had to beg him to take me back when I realized what a huge mistake I'd made, and he made me wear a diaper for a month and ask permission when I wanted to go number two."

  Kathryn grinned in disbelief. "You're kidding."

  "No, not a bit. We went through a whole six month period of age play when he saw what a Mommy's girl I was. Mistress Victoria used to change my diaper twice a day, and she simulated breastfeeding with me once or twice. God, it was kinky as hell. Master let me suck his cock like a pacifier sometimes. I still dream about it today."

  Kathryn stared at Amelie open mouthed, realizing there was so much about this life she didn't understand. Now she thought about it, though, she couldn't help but think it'd be pretty hot to be treated like a baby.

  She shook the thought from her mind as she remembered the question she'd wanted to ask Amelie, before her embarrassing crying spell began. "Last night you said you weren't allowed to come. What's with that?"

  "Oh, it's my fault," Amelie sighed. "Master caught me playing with myself last week while I should have been cleaning my room, and now he's gone on an orgasm denial kick. He's been teasing me all week. He had Mistress Victoria go down on me every morning for five days, and the moment she felt my orgasm approaching she flogged my ass. Look at these marks. They won't heal for weeks." She turned and lifted her perky ass, and Kathryn was shocked to see bright red rectangular welts on both cheeks.

  "That just makes it worse, of course. I'm a pain slut, you see. He knows I love it, but he won't let me enjoy it properly. I gotta come, Kathryn. I'm going crazy here!"

  Kathryn couldn't think how to respond. The experience of chatting with a girl who got off on painful spankings was completely alien to her. Instead she tried to change the subject. "Who's Mistress Victoria?"

  "Oh, she's in charge of training us subs. She makes sure we stay in line, She's a switch."

  Kathryn had heard the term before, but she'd never asked asked the meaning. "What's a switch?"

  Amelie wandered into the walk in closet in the corner of the room, answering over her shoulder. "Oh, it means she's both a Dom and a sub, depending on the situation. She subs for Master, but she likes to torment us girls when she gets the chance. Mistress runs the house when Master isn't here. You'll be spending a lot of time with her over the next few weeks, you poor thing. Don't worry, though," she grinned devilishly, carrying two pairs of shoes from the closet. "She's not as cruel as she seems. She just loves a good spanking. Who can blame her? Spanking is awesome!"

  Amelie dropped the shoes on the bed and slapped her ass with the flat of her hand. "Right, time for you to meet the Mistress. She'll want to whip you into shape before you see Master again. Here, put these on." She held out a pair of black strappy heels, higher than anything Kathryn would usually wear.

  "What about clothes. Do you have anything in my size?"

  Amelie giggled. "No, you won't be needing clothes. Mistress will want a good look at you, and she'd only tear off anything I gave you. Quick, hurry up. You don't want to be late or she'll give you a spanking. Hustle, baby girl!"

  Chapter Three

  The mansion seemed much larger than it had appeared the previous night. Dozens of doors led off from the seemingly endless corridors, and their route took them through two kitchens and an enormous dining area.

  "Jesus, how big is this place?" asked Kathryn, marveling at the extravagant furnishings of the dining hall. Her voice echoed in the cavernous room.

  "Sshhhhh!" warned Amelie, raising a finger to her lips. "No talking." The girl peeked into an open door before pulling Kathryn through, closing the heavy wooden portal after her. "Sorry, I keep forgetting you're new. Master doesn't like to be disturbed when he's busy, so in the public areas the rule is 'seen and not heard'. You walk quietly and quickly. He doesn't like us to loiter in the halls. Also, hold your hands behind your back as you walk, and keep your eyes to the floor. Master isn't all that big on punishment for minor infractions, but if Mistress caught us chatting in the halls she'd have us cleaning every toilet in the house for a month."

  Kathryn almost laughed at the absurd rule, but she noticed a rare seriousness in Amelie's tone. It surprised her that the spunky, cheerful girl seemed genuinely earnest, and she was about to ask why when Amelie began to speak once more.

  "Look, it's all about respect. Master is gracious enough to allow us to live here and serve him, and as a way of showing our appreciation we must follow protocol. We can't pick and choose the rules we want to follow. It's all or nothing. You need to understand that. If you choose to serve him you have to serve him completely, and that means following rules you might find a little silly. Now come on, the Mistress is waiting."

  Kathryn stepped back out into the dining hall, taking care to clasp her hands firmly behind her back and keep her eyes on the carpet. The two women walked out of the hall and into another corridor, seemingly identical to the last, before finally reaching an open door. Amelie pushed it wider and gestured for Kathryn to head through, offering a smile and a wink before she gently pushed her forward.

  "You're late," came a voice from within. "Well, come on in, girl. Don't dilly dally. Let me take a look at you."

  Waiting inside was a tall, slim, brown haired woman of around 35, dressed conservatively in a white blouse and tan slacks and speaking in the clipped, refined English tones of a BBC newscaster. Kathryn was taken aback by her appearance. When she pictured a Dominatrix she imagined a raven haired beauty clad in skintight latex and wielding a well used riding crop. This woman looked as if she'd just come home from the store.

  "So you're the new girl. Master's little experiment." She looked Kathryn's naked body up and down critically, as if inspecting a cut of meat. "Well, I can see why he's taken with you. You have quite the tempting form, don't you?"

  Kathryn remained silent, staring at the floor.

  "Girl, when I ask a question I expect a response. Say 'Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.'"

  Kathryn mumbled "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

  "That's better. Good grief, girl, I can see I have my work cut out with you. I understand you have no experience at all, is that right?"

  "No, Mistress."

  The woman sighed. "Well, Master does have his unusual fancies. I suppose we'll just have to muddle through the best we can." Mistress turned away from her, glancing over at a television in the corner of the room, and Kathryn gasped when she saw herself on the screen. It was clearly a video from the previous night at the club, taken from a high angle.

  On screen Kathryn kneeled on the floor in position two, her hands held tight behind her back. Master walked around her, studying her body as he went, before quickly reaching beneath her skirt and sliding his fingers into her pussy. Kathryn watched herself shiver with pleasure as Master touched her, then saw him walk around to her front and hold his fingers close to her face. The volume was turned down, but she remembered vividly the moment he ordered her to lick him clean. Her head bobbed down eagerly to his glistening hand the moment his lips moved.

  "Your posture is atrocious," chided the Mistress, breaking Kathryn's attention on the screen. "Look at your hands. See how much you
fidget. It simply won't do. Now, show me your version of position two."

  Kathryn immediately dropped to the floor, wobbling on her heels as she lowered herself. The knots in the wooden floorboards bit into her knees, but despite the pain she was determined to remain in position. She clasped her hands behind her back and remained still while Mistress watched her.

  "Eyes down, girl," she was ordered. "You're presenting yourself to your Master, not watching television. That's right, study the floor. Open your lips, and keep them moist. Straighten your back."

  Mistress stalked around her like a lion ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness, and with each new order Kathryn felt more and more uncertain of her appearance. She was doing so many things wrong, it seemed, she felt embarrassed at her performance.