Exploring Her Submission: Nisey © July 2012 by Dakota Trace
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We hope you enjoy Exploring Her Submission: Nisey. This was a spin off story of Dakota Trace’s Doms of Chicago, featuring the main characters from Nisey’s Awakening. Broken down into four parts, Dakota originally published this entirely on the Red Lipstick Journals erotic blog. Now that the blog is no more, Dakota has opted to publish this independently. As a thank you to her readers, she’s including an additional deleted scene and the letters from Nisey to Kalinda, which were featured on her site during the duration of this serial as a special gift to her readers.
Content Advisory: The below piece of fiction contains adult themes, explicit description of sexual situations, genitalia, and references to alternate lifestyles.
About Exploring Her Submission: Nisey
In the short, Exploring Her Submission: Nisey, Nisey Richardsen from Nisey's Awakening has been whisked away by her Dom, Caelan Doherty, to exotic world of BDSM in Japan. Follow in Nisey's footsteps as she confronts her fears and tries to be a submissive that Caelan will be proud to claim as his own.
Dakota offers a chance to explore the vast world of shibari bondage and this short also includes never seen material in the form of a deleted scene and letters from Nisey home to her best friend, Kalinda.
Exploring Her Submission: Nisey
A Serial Story from
By
Dakota Trace
Part One: Her Surprise
Dear Kalinda,
I’ve been floating on the clouds since we got here. So far I’ve visited the temples and I’m promised if I’m good, Caelan will take me somewhere special tomorrow. I can’t believe that your brother sprung this trip on me. It isn’t even my birthday. I’m hoping that while we’re here, I’ll have a chance to meet his old mentor, Master Yangchi. He speaks so fondly of him.
Anyway, I’ve got to get ready for dinner, and Máister has told me I have less than two minutes to finish this and get dressed. Gotta scram, but remember I love you and damn girl when are you gonna come back from L.A. and visit me? I miss you.
Nisey
“Present, slave.”
Nisey Richardsen stilled and her heart raced. I know with my acceptance of his collar I promised to obey every command but this is the last thing I expected. After her new Master and lover, Caelan Doherty had whisked her half way around the world to Tokyo from Chicago, his command was unexpected. Mouth drying, she looked up into his amber eyes, expecting to see something, anything other than determination. And arousal?
“Máister?” The Gaelic word for master was barely audible in the dark but airy warehouse.
“I didn’t stutter, slave. “ His arms crossed over his wide chest. “Present, now!”
Ignoring the fact they were standing in front of an older Japanese man wearing faded jeans and pullover and his companion, the most extraordinarily beautiful naked Japanese woman she’d ever seen, Nisey reached for the buttons on her sweater. Slipping them through the holes, she couldn’t help but be aware of all the eyes focused on her. To stall for time, she neatly folded the sweater. Fingering the edge of her turtle neck, she slowly edged it up and over her head, ruffling her dark auburn hair. A shiver raced down her spine as her long hair caressed her back. After placing it on top of the sweater, she reached behind her, unhooking her bra. Letting it slide down her arms, she fought a blush. It was taking all of her gumption to slowly strip as was custom. Her Master loved a slow sensual strip above a quick removal of her clothing. It heightened his anticipation. Or so he claims.
“Your slave is slow, Master Caelan.” The man’s voice was full of censure.
“At my request. Anticipation is half of the pleasure. I want her to tease me. It’s like opening a package at Christmas.”
The rasp of his voice had her nipples tightening in anticipation. She dropped the bra to the floor, letting the cool air caress her breasts. In the dim lighting, the silver piercings adorning their tips gleamed. Licking her lips, she let her hands drift down her stomach. Her finger tips teased her own flesh until it took all off her control not to whimper. Flicking the button on her well worn jeans, she opened and then slowly lowered the zipper.
The sudden intrusion of hand in the back of her waistband had the whimper escaping her. She fought to not press back into the warm palm now cupping her ass cheek.
“I didn’t tell you stop, slave. Continue.” The warning was clear in his voice.
“Yes, Máister.” Giving a seductive shimmy of her hips, she allowed the jeans to pool around her ankles. Kicking her legs free, she sank to her knees to assume the familiar position of kneeling with her hands resting on her thighs, palm up while her legs were widespread.
“The underwear, slave. Remove them!”
She froze. Surely I haven’t heard him right. He never commands total nudity in front of others.
“That’s one, slave.”
“But Máister…” She darted a quick glance up at him. His face was blank. What the hell is going on?
“Shall I make it two?” His expression never changed. He still looked determined to follow through with whatever plans he had.
She shook her head. “No, Máister.” Hooking her thumbs under the elastic band of her silk thong, she wiggled out of them, never leaving her knees.
“Now present them to Master Yangchi. I will deal with your punishment later.”
Swallowing roughly, she went to stand when Caelan’s hands landed on her shoulders.
“No. Crawl, in this club slaves only walk when on a leash.”
“Yes, Máister.” Moving slowly across the floor, she laid the small white thong at the man’s feet. Keeping her head bowed she waited for him to accept her offering. After several tense moments there was a sharp bark of Japanese before the woman next to him retrieved the underwear. Holding her breath, she waited for Master’s next command.
“Thank you, slave.” Master Yangchi voice was cool. With her head bowed she assumed the woman had given him the thong. A moment later, she felt pressure against her collar and a resulting snick.
“Come, slave.” A slight tug on the leash had her rising slowly to her feet. Uncertainty filled her. Where is my loving Máister at? Why is he being so cold? Following her tall, dark Master and the other couple, she kept her gaze focused on the floor, trusting Caelan to
keep from running her into any objects.
When they finally came to a stop, she peeked through her eyelashes. A gasp escaped her. In the middle of the room, there was a raised platform. In the center, a man was in the process of securing a woman with thick ropes. She was suspended several feet above the ground. Her body was arched back in sensual curve reminding her of the long ago picture she’d found on Caelan’s camera.
“Beautiful.” The low rumble of Máister’s approval had her flinching.
Damnit! I should’ve realized he wouldn’t let this issue rest. Even though she knew he’d never hurt her, she’d freaked each time he’d tried to suspend her. It’d gotten so bad, she’d begged him to let Sara, his former volunteer, replace her in the advanced shibari classes he was preparing to resume once they returned from their trip. It’d torn her up to offer but her fear consumed her every time her toes had left the floor.
“Come on, slave.” Another tug on the leash had her moving closer to the platform. Standing a few feet behind him, she barely noticed the scattered pillows around the platform until she was tugged forward. A sigh of pleasure escaped her while she watched him sink gracefully onto one of the long and thickly padded silk pillows. Even upset with him, he’s still the most graceful and beautiful man I’ve ever met.
“Down.”
Before he could tug again on the leash, she sank to her knees on the hardwood floor next to him. Keeping her head lowered, she missed his frown until he lifted her chin. “No, not there.” A flush built as she finally noticed that the other slaves were propped on the pillows with their Masters. Scrambling quickly up next to him, she missed the look of contempt from the slave with Master Yangchi.
“Good girl.” His hand brushed over her bowed head. When she continued to gaze at the floor, Caelan frowned. “Relax, grá.”
My love. Anguish filled her as his pet name for her hit her ears. “I can’t, this reminds me of how I’ve failed you, Máister.”
His hand abruptly lifted her chin. When her dark green eyes met his amber ones, her heart stopped before resuming a hard beating rhythm. “You haven’t failed me. If anything I’ve failed you. We came here to see if Master Yangchi could guide me in helping you get over your fear of suspension.”
Her heart melted as she witnessed the love she knew he possessed for her. “You did this for me, Máister?”
“Of course.” He nuzzled her head. “Master Yangchi is a very disciplined and experienced Master. I learned everything I know about shibari from him. If there is anyone who will be able to help us, he’ll be the one.”
She opened her mouth to ask another question when a sudden hush fell over the crowd. Glancing back to the platform, she realized the other Master and slave were now gone. In their place were Master Yangchi and another incredibly beautiful woman, this one clothed in a white satin robe. Whether the silence was because of the Master or woman, Nisey wasn’t sure. The woman looked vaguely familiar, even though she couldn’t place her. Who is she?
A sultry pitched voice echoed through the room. At first the woman spoke a static spurt of Japanese before speaking in near perfect English. “Tonight we have a special treat. Super model, Anya has graciously returned to our midst and has agreed to let Master Yangchi to bind her in the classic side suspension.” A smattering of more Japanese was followed by, “Anya please requests that no pictures be taken. Master Yangchi the floor is yours.”
Pleasure dawned on Nisey. Why she’s the model in the various bondage books Máister has back home.
“We’re in for a treat tonight.” Caelan shifted a bit next to her.
“Máister?” She idly wondered if he was uncomfortable but was distracted when the woman dropped her robe to the floor. Naked her dusky skin gleamed under the lights. She’s beautiful, even more so than the woman earlier with Master Yangchi. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other slave sink on a lone pillow by herself.
She was startled out of her thoughts when Master Yangchi’s voice carried over the crowd. “Anya requests that another attend her.” He paused for a moment as he scanned the area. Her breath caught when his eyes finally landed on her and Caelan. “Master Caelan, if you please?” He gestured to the stage.
“Máister?” Panic washed over her. If he went to the stage, I’ll be here by myself.
“Relax, grá. This happens. You will be fine here. No one will touch you.” He gave her a quick grin before brushing his lips across hers. “Besides, I know how hot it makes you to see me perform. Have a little patience and I’ll reward you when we get back to the hotel.” He stood and began to move towards the stage before stopping. “And no coming, slave or the punishment you received at Gabriel’s will seem like a cakewalk.”
She grinned at his blatant reminder. As if ten swats was a punishment. All it did was made me hornier. “Of course not, Máister.”
“Be good,” was his last warning before he made his way up onto the stage.
“Can I sit with you?” The soft voice from her right had her glancing up. It was the woman from earlier. Nisey shrugged. “Please? Our Masters will be busy for quite some time with Anya. There is no sense in either of us sitting by ourselves and being lonely.”
Hearing the pleading tone in the other girl’s voice, Nisey patted the still warm area next to her. “Sit. I’m sure Máister, won’t mind.”
Watching as Caelan joined Master Yangchi, she shifted. She knew the moment she witnessed him wrap ropes around Anya, her libido was going to go crazy. Mistress Olivia, the woman who’d dragged her away from her first demonstration had said it correctly. “For some it’s watching a sub get flogged but for you my dear it’s bondage.”
“I’m Airi.” The girl settled down next to her and jerked her out of her thoughts.
“Nisey.” She bit down on her tongue as she watched Caelan begin the traditional box tie, weaving the hemp rope over, around and under Anya’s breasts. To her own mind she could feel the brush of the hemp against her skin. Her nipples peaked.
“You too must be a lover of bondage?” Airi babbled next to her.
She barely nodded as she watched her Máister finish off the box tie at the base of the woman’s back. Anya turned to present her back to the audience and a low moan forced its way past her throat. Dear lord, his work is impressive. The white hemp crisscrossing Anya’s back was a beautiful contrast to her skin. While it didn’t look painful, Nisey knew from experience how snuggly the roped hugged. So tight. So sensual. Do I look like that when he binds me?
“So how long have you been with your Master?” Airi was still babbling and beginning to annoy Nisey. She almost wished she hadn’t agreed to let the talkative slave sit with her.
“About a year and half.” Nisey dug her nails into her palms when Caelan moved onto the Gunslinger’s harness. The name had humored her the first time Caelan had explained in class but was very apt. When finished, it looked much like a gunslinger’s belt around the slave’s waist and upper thigh. Seeing him brush fingers across Anya’s tender inner thigh had her womb clenching.
Before they had known of Nisey’s fear of the suspension, he’d placed that particular tie on her while preparing her for her first suspension. She’d been dripping with desire until her toes had left the floor. Fear had her fighting him for the very first time in their relationship. I don’t understand it. I’ve always found solace in the ropes, never fear. I trust him, so why am I scared? She asked herself that question a million times and still had no answer. Sometimes she worried if she didn’t overcome her fear, if Caelan would move on. Shibari was as much a part of her handsome Master as breathing was.
As Master Yangchi and Caelan worked together on Anya, she was suspended in no time. Closing her eyes, Nisey tried to imagine what it would feel like to have the feeling of weightlessness along with the snugness of the bonds around her body. Her tongue darted out as she replaced Anya with herself. With her leg extended above her head, while the ropes supported the rest of her body at a right angle, it left her wet bare pussy open to
her Máister’s fingers, mouth and cock. He’d be able to sink anything he wants inside of me. A gush of juices now coated her inner thighs and she could feel the brush of the air against her naked folds. Does everyone know how aroused I am?
Still wrapped up in her fantasy, she imagined Caelan running his fingers down her up-stretched thigh to her aching pussy. She could feel the eyes of the others on her as his fingers dipped inside and found her slick moistness. When he pulled them free to show everyone their glistening wetness as if to say, “see how wet my slave gets from this? She’s a true Shibari slut. She’ll do anything to feel the ropes around her.” She gave an audible moan as her clit pulsed and she fought the urge to come. She could hear the words in her ears as she swayed with the thrust of his fingers back inside of her. “You want to come don’t you, grá?” The dream Caelan asked his Irish brogue thick with desire.
“Yes, please, Máister.” Her soft plea was barely audible as she lost herself to her fantasy.
“Nisey?” Airi’s voice intruded harshly into her fantasy, jerking her back from the edge of orgasm.
Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Caelan brushing a kiss across Anya’s forehead before he released her. Hurt ran through her. He’d actually kissed another woman! Taking deep breathes she tried to reason with herself. It’s his way of showing gratitude.
Her world was shattered though at Airi’s next words.
“He obviously still cares for her. Master Yangchi told me, she was once your master’s sub.”
Part Two: Jealousy
Dear Kalinda,
I actually got to meet Master Yangchi. He’s not what I expected, nor is the club we went to. It is nothing like Olivia’s back home. In fact, I about had a coronary when your brother put me on an actual dog leash. I’m so glad we don’t have that back home. Honestly when we came over here, I thought I was ready to face your brother’s past but now… I’m not so sure.
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