Submission Revealed

by Diana Hunter

  Sarah nodded. Phillip was leading her somewhere and Sarah followed willingly, being open and honest with him.

  “But isn’t that also the boundary between both parts of your brain? In this cottage, you listen to only one side. Only when you leave again on Monday does the other side become predominant.”

  “So why am I having trouble this weekend?”

  “Because in a few weeks’ time, my dear, that door will no longer be your boundary and your mind knows that.”

  Sarah thought about that for a moment, then sighed. “So it looks like I need a new boundary, Sir. A way of knowing when I’m Sarah Independent and when I’m Sarah slave.”

  “In time, the front door will become the boundary again and you will totally submit to me when you come home each night. But you’re right. There needs to be an in-between time for the two of us. A time for us to get to know and anticipate each other’s needs.” He paused, looking out over the room as he considered. “Let me think about this some,” he finally told her. “Tonight we have other activities.” His grin was wicked and Sarah’s stomach fluttered.

  “We do?” He raised an eyebrow. “I mean, we do, Sir?”

  “Yes and you need to dress. We’re meeting Master Will and Lady Aleshia for dinner.”

  Sarah smiled. “And Jill and Anton too, Sir?”

  Phillip took on an imperious tone. “I do believe they are bringing their slaves with them.” He looked down at her, all mirth gone from his gaze. “As I am.”

  Well, there was a boundary if ever she saw one. Shutting Sarah Independent back into her closet, slave Sarah slid to her knees before her Master. “Yes, Sir, you are.”

  “Then go take a shower, slave. Your clothes will be on the bed when you finish.”

  * * * * *

  Combing out her wet hair, Sarah eyed the clothes with some misgivings. So far, every outfit he’d chosen for her had shown excellent taste. This one, too, was tasteful, though skimpy. She hadn’t worn a skirt that short since high school. The push-up bra she was getting used to but the plunge of the zippered blouse left little to the imagination. No stockings were on the bed and no panties. Just the skirt, the blouse and the bra. Lace-up heeled sandals sat at the foot of the bed.

  Once dressed, she stood before the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. The skirt flared out just below her hips, the hem coming to just above her knees. Not as bad as she had feared when she’d seen it on the bed. At least it’s not a miniskirt, she mused. The blouse, however, lived up to all her expectations. With the white push-up bra underneath, its demi-cups barely hidden by the fabric of the blouse, there was no doubt where men’s eyes would be. Deciding the outfit made her look naughty but not slutty, she went to find Phillip.

  At his wolf whistle when she walked into the living room, Sarah slung out her hip and put her hand high up on the archway frame. “Hey, big boy, looking for a good time?” she joked.

  He unfolded his lanky frame from the couch, standing and giving her a once-over. Making a gesture with his hand, he instructed her, “Turn around and let me see it all.”

  Throwing her hair over her shoulder in what she hoped was a sexy move, Sarah turned and modeled the outfit. When she faced him again, she leaned forward and shimmied.

  “Just like a true vamp,” he laughed. “Here. Let me retie this and we’ll be ready to go.” Phillip gestured to her leather going-out collar that now hung a bit loose. Turning around and lifting her hair, she waited patiently while he fixed it so that it lay snug against her skin. Would she still wear it when her permanent collar was attached? Permanent collar. The words gave her a shiver.

  “Cold, slave?” Phillip’s hands ran down along her arms.

  “No, Sir.” Sarah shook her head. “Just thinking.”

  “Naughty thoughts? Or misgivings?”

  Phillip gestured toward the door and Sarah sauntered toward it, her hips swaying provocatively. “Naughty thoughts, of course.”

  Phillip stood back a bit, watching her walk out the front door before following her and locking up the cottage. Did the woman have any idea how innately erotic she was? All the clothes did was accentuate what she already held deep inside—a wish to be sexy. She looked every inch of what she was becoming—a woman comfortable with her own sexuality. A true rarity in Phillip’s experience.

  Of course, Sarah hadn’t been comfortable when he had first met her and yet he’d seen something in her that had gotten his hopes up. And then that first night, when he had brought her back to the cottage and showed his true dominant nature? Not only had she not run away but she had challenged his ideas, making him a better Dom than he’d ever been.

  Helping her into the car now, Phillip noticed how she kept her knees together like a lady should, picking up her feet together to swing around and sit comfortably in the front seat. He liked that demureness that promised so much more. He also liked toying with it, pushing her to show more than she intended.

  “So where are we going?” she asked as he pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the city. He noted her surreptitiously checking her cleavage. Was she making sure it was straight? Or was she nervous about showing so much? Too bad if it was the latter. He was counting on Andy to not be able to take his eyes off her tits all night long.

  Mentally he ticked off the people who would be gathering at the restaurant. Master William and his slave, Jillean, for sure. Lady Aleshia and Anton, her slave. The five of them, Will and Jill and Aleshia and Anton and he, had been friends for years. In fact, when Phillip had first acknowledged his need to dominate women sexually, Will was the person he had turned to. Over the years, Will had mentored Phillip in more ways than one, even though he was only a few years older. Will and his slave, his wife of many years, had seen him through not only the two failed relationships but several other false starts. Now the two were happy for him that he’d finally found the woman of his dreams. Jill and Sarah had met a few times for lunch and Phillip was glad the two were becoming friends.

  But there would be others at the restaurant she hadn’t yet met, including Andy, who styled himself “Master Andrew” and had yet to even play the role of Top with a woman, much less Master. They tolerated him because these were open meetings and Will always felt it better to include the clueless and attempt to teach them something than to exclude them and release them on the unsuspecting. Andy’s lewd comments had gotten him in trouble with the female members of the group more than once. Tonight, Phillip counted on the fact that Andy hadn’t learned his lesson.

  All told, there were twelve who would make up the participants in tonight’s bunch. Just a gathering of friends who shared a common interest. Not much to differentiate between the gathered and any other group that got together to socialize over dinner. Andy would leer but otherwise the conversation would remain on neutral topics all through dinner.

  No, dinner would be pleasant. Phillip grinned in the darkness of the car. It was the after-dinner get-together with Master Will and his slave-wife where he intended to expose Sarah to a deeper and darker level of submission.

  Sarah sat demurely, murmuring polite hellos to the people she didn’t know and smiling more broadly at those she did. Shy by nature, these types of events always made her a little nervous. At least here she could fall back on the role of slave to keep her from having to hold up a conversation with total strangers.

  One man, however, didn’t want to stay a stranger. Phillip introduced him as Master Andrew but it was pretty obvious even to her untrained eye that he didn’t fit in with the rest of the crowd. For one thing, he didn’t take his eyes off her boobs. Even when Phillip was standing right beside her outside the restaurant, the man’s gaze had been fixed. She could have sworn he was almost drooling.

  It wasn’t as if she was the only one with cleavage showing. Jill’s blouse was cut fairly low, though granted, not as low as hers. Lady Aleshia wore a beautiful sweater that clung to her figure but showed no skin. And Tammy, the only other woman of the group, wore a low-cut tank top w
ith a long-sleeved see-through blouse. So why was this guy fixated on her?

  The restaurant was one of the chains that catered to noisy crowds. The maître d’ led them to a large, round table in the corner with a booth along two sides and chairs for the rest along the outside. Phillip leaned in to whisper in her ear as she prepared to slide into the center of the booth. “Lift your skirt before you sit down, slave. I want your bare ass on the vinyl.”

  Blushing, Sarah glanced around the table to make sure no one heard him. In the bustle of getting seats, no one paid any attention to them. Sarah slid along the seat, dismayed to see Andrew sliding in from the other side. Glancing at Phillip, her eyebrows asked if she really had to. His stern gaze gave her the answer.

  Trying to be unnoticeable, she lifted her rear end from the seat and pulled her skirt up quickly. She sat again, realizing the hem was still partly under her. Another shift and the skirt came clear, allowing her ass to meet the seat with no interference. Her cheeks a bright red, she chanced a glance sideways to see if Andrew noticed, fervently hoping he hadn’t.

  He had. His eyes glittered with lust as he made a pointed effort to try to see what the fall of the skirt still hid. Just knowing that only a small scrap of fabric covered her lap and prevented his gaze from seeing everything she owned made her pussy flood. Damn. And the evidence would be all over the seat when she got up. Clenching her legs together, she quickly unrolled her silverware from the cloth napkin and covered her lap.

  It took until the meal was delivered for her to forget about her naked skin on the vinyl seat. The food was delicious and the conversation fun. No mention was made of bondage or slavery throughout the entire meal and Sarah found herself forgetting all about their lifestyle choices. But then she’d get a glimpse of Andrew’s leer and she’d be reminded all over again. At one point, he reached across her for the salt, being sure to get his face good and close to her breasts. Sarah gritted her teeth and glared at Phillip, who didn’t notice. He was listening to Lady Aleshia tell a funny story and hadn’t seen the man practically drool down her cleavage. By the end of dinner Sarah was about ready to take the ice water the waitress had refreshed for her and pour it all over his lap. A decided bulge had been under his napkin all night and she was done with it.

  Getting out of the booth at the end of the meal turned out to be a sticky situation—literally. Phillip slid out his end and held out his hand to her. But when Sarah went to take it, she realized her skin was sticking to the vinyl, just like the backs of her legs did in the summer when she wore shorts. Being as unobtrusive as possible, she first lifted one cheek and then the other, her napkin in hand to wipe the seat as she left. The fact that Andrew’s eyes never left her ass during this entire process wasn’t lost on her.

  If anyone else noticed her discomfiture, they pretended not to, for which Sarah was grateful. If Phillip asked her, she knew she’d submit to Master Will or even Lady Aleshia or the nice Master Robert who’d joined them partway through dinner. They all held the same…presence that Phillip had. But Andrew just gave her the creeps. She made a point of taking Phillip’s arm as they walked out of the restaurant, giving Andrew the cold shoulder as she passed.

  Phillip handed her into the car, then went around to speak to Will for a moment before joining her. She watched Andrew out her window and sure enough, he was taking his sweet time passing the car, pausing by her window to try to see down her blouse. The temptation to open the door into his groin was a hard one to resist but resist it she did. Instead, she simply folded her hands demurely on her lap and stared straight ahead.

  Chapter Five

  Caught

  Phillip pulled Will aside. “Let Sarah’s performance tonight be Andrew’s parting gift.”

  Will nodded. “Oh, he’s definitely not invited to any more of these gatherings. He was over the top tonight, and this after repeated warnings. Why didn’t you say anything to him?”

  “I wanted Sarah to see the wannabes of the world for what they are. Figured at the least this guy isn’t dangerous. He’d look his fill but I knew he wouldn’t touch her.”

  “Something tells me that woman of yours could take on men like Andrew. When she was done with him, he’d wonder just where his balls had gotten to.”

  Phillip laughed. “Making her show her ass to a guy like that, a guy she’d normally ignore, was also part of my lesson for her tonight.”

  “Evening’s lesson number two coming up at my house?” Will grinned. “Jill and I cleaned all day getting the place ready for the two of you.”

  “Then after I take care of a few details, we’ll be right over.”

  Sarah obviously had questions for him when he got in the car. Her first one, however, surprised him.

  “Would you ever share me with a man like Andrew?”

  The question threw him. Every time he thought he had her pegged, Sarah managed to break out of the mold he tried to fit her into. He grinned. It was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her.

  “You’re smiling. Does that mean yes?”

  “No, it…” he paused to start the car as he decided how far to push her. “I was smiling because I didn’t expect you to hit the heart of the matter so quickly.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Phillip pulled the car out of the restaurant lot, stopping to let Andrew, in his car, exit first. Nodding toward the man who’d ogled his wife-to-be all night, he explained. “As your Master, I have the right to share you with anyone I want.”

  Sarah nodded, her fingers laced so tightly together, he could see the whites of her knuckles. He decided to push a little further.

  “In fact, Andrew is not the first to ask me for permission to use you.”

  Although he kept his eyes on the road, he stayed very aware of the tenseness in the woman beside him. If he played this right, she would come right here in the car from his words alone. He would also plant a seed that would start a longing blossoming in her soul.

  “He asked permission to use me?”

  Her voice sounded very small and he glanced at Sarah’s face. Her lower lip trembled a little, the only outward sign of the roiling he knew was going on inside.

  “He did.”

  She was silent for an entire block.

  “And what did you tell him?”

  “Does it matter?”

  The question hung in the air between them as Sarah considered it. Did it matter? As his slave, he could do with her what he wanted. She had given him permission a dozen times over. Hadn’t she proven that when she’d shown that slimebucket her ass tonight? Could she go farther, however, and let the leering Andrew actually play with her? She shivered.

  “Maybe someday it won’t matter, Master. But right now? Yes, it does matter.”

  She watched Phillip’s smile deepen. “Good answer, slave. I like it when you’re honest with me.”

  “So did you? Give Andrew permission?” Sarah felt her nails dig into the skin of her hands, she clenched them so hard, but she couldn’t stop. She had to know.

  “I did not. You are worth far more than a man like that could ever offer you.”

  A flush of pleasure rose into her cheeks. While the thought of being shared certainly aroused her, even with a lech like Andrew, knowing Phillip thought so highly of her made her feel like she was someone special. And damn it, she was! Her feminism leapt to the fore at Phillip’s recognition of her worth and she grinned even as Phillip eased the car to the side of the road.

  “Why are we stopping?” She hadn’t really been paying attention to where Phillip was driving. Looking around the neighborhood now, she realized she didn’t know where they were.

  “Several members of the group are getting together tonight. We are invited.”

  The light of a nearby streetlamp lit the interior of the car, though the light did not travel up far enough to illuminate his face. Still, Sarah heard the unmistakable deeper tone his voice got when he was her Master. “And everyone there will know I’m your slave, right?”
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br />   “Yes.”

  “Thank you for telling me, Sir.” He didn’t have to, she realized. And yet, this was a part of the dance—taking steps toward the future as they both found comfortable positions in their relationship. He could have just driven there and expected her to follow along without question. The fact that he’d stopped and was now informing her, gave her an opportunity to object if she didn’t want to. “I’m ready if you are,” she told him.

  Phillip nodded once and reached into the back, pulling out a small bag from behind her seat. “I don’t want you to see where we are going, so I want you to wear this.”

  Sarah realized it wasn’t a bag he was holding but rather a black leather hood, straps dangling from it at odd angles. “Of course. I’d be happy to wear it.” All the same, her stomach gave a little flip. “How does it go on?”

  “Turn around.”

  She faced the door and he lifted the hood over her head, settling the closed face over her eyes and cheeks and mouth. He smoothed down her hair, then zipped it closed in the back. Sarah felt him buckle the straps and when he was done, she heard his muffled voice. “Can you breathe all right?”

  She tried to open her mouth to reply but discovered the straps held her mouth closed tightly. With no sight, no ability to talk and barely able to hear, her world shrank in an instant.

  But she could still nod her head. Were there holes where her nose was? The air she was breathing felt warm. If there were holes, they were small ones. She sat still, her hands on her lap as Phillip ran his hand over her encased head.

  Cold metal touched her wrists and she jumped. Handcuffs, she realized. Even through the leather she could hear the snick as he locked them around her wrists. The car moved forward and Sarah sat back, trying to gather information from her blunted senses.