Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series

by Caldwell, Cordelia

  She put her hand over the soft black jeans and said softly "May I Sir?"

  "Yes" He responded his voice thicker like sweet syrup, he was really exposed now, legs slightly open, jutting out, perfect. She went right to work, licking along the impressive undersides before taking it inside her mouth, using her soft pink tongue like he had taught her.

  Remembering something she learned in a book one time she looked for the sign she had read about and stopped, pulling back, before continuing. Little minx! “Whoa! Wait a minute.” He said, pulling back. No, she didn't want to! He grabbed her hair close to the scalp, not enough to hurt, but enough to get the message across and put steel in his voice. “Slave pose Francine.”

  Making a frustrated noise she assumed the submissive pose on her knees, her hands behind her back still sucking her lips, eyes on his cock, clearly wanting it back in her mouth, not wanting to be in slave pose. She’s hated slave pose from the moment he’d taught it to her. “Where did you learn that?” He asked.

  “What sir?”

  “What you just did Francine?” She finally shifted her eyes to look at him, she knew what she was doing, there was a glint of power behind her hazel gaze. “That was not a submissive act Francine.”

  “You liked it sir.” She said power as power crept into her voice now as well.

  “You want to try to Top me Francine?” He said. “Is that what you’re trying to do?” He bent down and scooped her up and put her over his shoulder carrying her into the bedroom where he laid her on the bed in a 69 position with both of them on their sides. The duvet was soft beneath her naked body.

  “Go ahead Francine,” he invited, “and take me back in your mouth. I did like what you did, do it again.” Looking at him, trying to remain confident with him a lot closer now to her aroused flesh (sucking on him earlier had already made her damp) she went back to his gloriously large, beautiful penis. It was like silk encased steel and soon she had him worked up again, but this time when she pulled away she felt him begin to work her. Oh no-

  His skilled finger circled and brushed over her puffy engorged flesh, rubbed gently, then more firmly at her clustered g spout until she whimpered, ready to come. Then he stopped, “Continue with your blow job Francine, do what you did again. I really did like what you’re doing.”

  She turned and her legs would have closed for balance “Keep your legs open Francine, I like looking at your wet pussy. Balance yourself with a pillow if you need to.” With her legs spread open, the air brushing against her wet flesh she went back to his blow job, she was very hungry now, she wanted release so badly, wanting him to come so badly, but if he came this way would he give her release with his fingers? By the look on his face he didn't seem in a very generous mood. Besides he had said he wanted more of her teasing, why had she decided to do this again? Oh yes, for about two seconds she had felt powerful, had unknowingly stepped outside of her “sub” role.

  This time when she pulled away, he started on her again. Helplessly she began to beg, her thighs trembling now, “Please sir, please.”

  “OK Francine, since you want to be ‘on Top’ tonight.” He grabbed her and laid on his back, she slid down his long length, he’d never taken her this way before. “Ride me.” he said.

  “I’m trying-” she sputtered, “I’m not sure how, I don’t really like this position.” Her face was pursed in a frustrated expression.

  He let a half smile cross his face, “Somehow that doesn't surprise me Francine.” he showed her how, it wasn't his favorite either, but he was making a point. “Move like this.” she did and let out a moan, the movements were actually nice, hitting her g spot in a new and interesting way. Of course, he didn't want her to get too carried away. “Francine, say ‘if you put your finger in my ass this would feel even better sir’.”

  Her pussy muscles clenched at the thought, she liked the idea, but the words staggered out; she did not like having to say them. Unfortunately, he had had enough of her “power” for the evening. “Say it again Francine and hand me that lube.”

  She handed him the lube from the bedside table and as he moistened his finger “Say, if you put your finger in my ass this would feel even better Sir.”

  She did and it did her whole nigher region tightened and pulsed, then just before she exploded he said, “Turn around, lets try reverse cowgirl”. Francine moaned, but turned no more fight left in her. “Lean back a bit.” K said, “Perfect Francine,” Her hair fell in a fragrant shiny waterfall near his face. “Now let me find that spot I like,” he moved her hips until he felt her body seize up, her mouth go slack and a broken sound escape. “there it is. Ride me Francine.”

  He put a finger on her clit, using just a bit more of the lube to make sure she stayed slick, he cupped and squeezed her bouncing globes as she rode him and before long her slick hot tunnel contracted and clamped around him as her whole body throbbed with the pleasure of him inside her, her world flashing white before her eyes as she closed them.

  She felt him surge and tighten beneath her and the audible sounds of his own orgasm before he gathered her close her back against his front. He used his fingers to gently turn her face to his, looking into her eyes, “When we fuck who’s on the bottom Francine?”

  “I am Sir,”

  He kissed her nibbling on her bottom lip, “You’re what Francine?”.

  “I’m on the bottom, Sir.” She said with a sigh as she lowered her gaze, humbled, tired from the aftershocks still running through her.

  Every aftershock squeezed him a little, increasing the possessive way he felt about her. “And you’re such a sweet bottom too Francine.” he said as he kissed her again. She could hear in the timbre of his voice how pleased he was with her. His words filled her with a liquid warmth that seemed to flow through her bloodstream, adding to the pleasure of her orgasm. The pleasure of knowing that she had pleased this powerful man was always intoxicating.

  “And what do we say for the orgasm Francine?” he brushed his wet lips against hers.

  “Thank you for the orgasm Sir.” She said quietly, still in a daze mesmerized by his dark eyes. Taking her chin in his hand he kissed her again deeply, possessively, powerfully, before letting go and looking deeply in her eyes. “You’re welcome, submissive.”

  * * *

  The pizza was not the only thing he brought back. The next afternoon after spending some time foraging outside she returned with some herbs she’d found for his cooking. She handed them over and he handed over an iPad. He’d downloaded an array of music, not really knowing what her tastes were, but he’d been trying to pay attention. She can listen to it through his bluetooth speakers. He downloaded the Kindle and Nook apps too if she’d like to read. Yes, she said as she looked away to hide her tears at his thoughtfulness, she would like to read. She touched the screen and the icons swerved and slid under her fingers, she took it away to give it a closer look, away from his scrutiny.

  He watched her disappear from the kitchen, softly padding down the hallway before he looked again at the herbs she’d brought in from outside and sighed. Why not give them a try? They did have a very nice smell. He mixed them into a fragrant sauce. An hour later her tested the sauce out finding the wild fresh herbs and plants did elevate his cooking. They added a spark to his dishes that had never been there before, just like she added a spark to his life that had never been there before.

  He thought for a moment about how sex with him must for her; new, raw and wild. She trusted him with her body under very trying circumstances, and he was not willing to trust her with a few plants? With the danger looming closer and closer, maybe it was time they both started trusting each other more.

  * * *

  A few more sunrises and sunsets, Francine was doing well finding her way around the iPad, her mind worked, wondered what she could ask him to download next. It’s was a quiet afternoon when she shyly approached him at the kitchen table, tapping away through his columns of numbers.

  Could he download some of her
favorite research journals so she could read up on some if her plants. K looked over at her. He blond hair was like a halo around her face reflecting the sun’s light, she reminded him again of the angel he’d named her. She was beautiful as she came more and more out of her shell. She was sweet and so vulnerable when she asked for things, he’d do anything for her.

  “No problem,” he said after pretending to think about it, “but a blow job would be nice while I’m doing it.” Slowly she got on her knees looking up at him, then she loosened his pants and put the wet heat of her mouth on him steadily going to work. Yeah, yeah, he already knows he’s going to hell for this, but he just couldn’t help himself. Francine's journals were a snoozefest, but her blow jobs? Topnotch.

  * * *

  To his shock and horror one day he found her and the brand new unprotected iPad outside. She needed it to take pictures of her plants in their "natural state" she explained to him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. To explore their progress. Again she gave him that look. The next time she saw it he’d snapped it inside of a shock/water proof case. After examining it she shrugged, it still worked fine.

  * * *

  More and more paper began piling up everywhere, driving K crazy. How could she stay organized? It’s a horizontal filing system. She said. The next time he returned from being away a laptop did too, now she could do spreadsheets. “I’m tired of paper everywhere Francine”. He said in that simple way of his.

  Francine didn't know a lot about computers, outside of what was absolutely necessary (turn on here, press print there). At school she’d used the desktops in the library, but this one looked fancy, like his. The outside had a silver apple and beneath the screen it said "Macbook Pro". He sat her shapely behind on his lap and helped her navigate the icons.

  The little machine is very "poo poo tah tah."

  He shows her the ends and out of the laptop, while all the time he kept the sync cords (controlling son of a bitch) and when she was ready to transfer her photos she’d hand him the iPad (in it’s now secure waterproof case) and stand by while he transferred all of her images and notes. He regularly checked everything she entered into the computer too. While she chafed under all of this she tried not to complain; the “toy” bag and it’s implements fresh in her mind. She’s still not always sure about how she feels about those activities.

  Of course, it was only a matter of time before one day her impulses got the better of her...

  She came in from the outside and chucked off her boots, leaving them by the door. She slipped on her shoes the iPad at her side. Wordlessly he held his hand out and she handed it over. He slid his computer out of the way for hers and began to upload her pictures. They’re usually a snoozefest.

  Usually she’d get some tea, or tap her foot impatiently or sit in a chair eager to reclaim the computer as soon as he’s done, But this time she was nervous, looking at the floor as she hid her hands behind her to hide their trembling.

  He didn’t notice her discomfort, his eyes scanned the images as they came up before him, the plants green and perky as ever, except for one - he's quick and silent as without a word she was over his lap and his hand is on her, pulling at her clothes. She whimpered, unresisting, watching each piece fall, her hair a soft shield brushing the floor around her face as he pushed her naked form over one knee so that she was bent over his lap, ass in the air.

  Her blood started to run to her head. "You knew this was coming." It wasn’t a question.

  "Yes sir." She whimpered. His hand struck her bottom, that hard hand punished her, loud smacking sounds in the silence of the little kitchen.

  "Say red if it gets to be too much. "

  "Yes sir." she said defeated, as she absorbed the warm pain just the same.

  Her bottom began to warm up in the now familiar way beneath his hand. "I'll just have to think of some other way to punish you, if you continue to provoke me.”

  He still smacked her plump bottom hard, it really started to hurt.

  "Yes sir." She whimpered again.

  “Or maybe we'll just take a break & resume." No! She wanted this over with. She was on fire now, really chastised. What had she been thinking? Oh God. It felt good, but bad of course. It was hard to think when he did this to her. Then her mind cleared, there was nothing but him and the burn.

  He stopped. "Why?" Why had she done it? He was asking her, really wanted to know.

  "I miss you sir. So much when you go away. I'm sorry." He rubbed his hand over her bottom. Dipped it between her legs stroking her over her thickening clit, Just enough to dampen her, not nearly enough to really get her going or give her relief. "No, this is not for that."

  He withdrew his hand sitting her up. Her perch on his lap was uncomfortable on her sore behind. He swiped the mouse pad pulling an image up on the screen; him on the porch, keeping a watchful eye on the surrounding forest, it’s possible threats shielded by a blanket of concealing white. When had she taken this and how had he missed it? The expression on his face, it was protective and strangely vulnerable - he looked over at her, she looked away.

  “Francine, you know you can’t keep this.” He swiped the mouse over the picture and clicked delete, the image disappeared.

  She felt like he had stabbed something inside of her - it hurt much worse than her bottom. “I know sir.” She said quietly wondering again why had she’d taken it. She wasn’t sure what was brewing between them, something murky, an unsaid dialogue, but it left her feeling like she had been caught at something much worse than taking a risky photo.

  And then she heard it, her stupid mouth was still moving - dammit!, “I knew you’d see it, I miss you when you go and I just wanted to have something...” She repeated.

  “It’s a security risk Francine. Don’t do it again.” He started a re-sync to the computer. “If you do, I’ll take away the iPad and the computer and erase everything on both and I won't give either back, you understand?”

  “Yes sir.” She answered defeated, looking out the window now.

  “And then, I’ll punish you, thoroughly.” He pulled her up next to him and gave her an appraising look. He felt badly about their situation, but he felt he had to be firm. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re getting too comfortable here Francine. Maybe you’re bored with our arrangement? If you are you know what I always find entertaining?” He put one hand up around her neck and gently pulled putting his mouth close to her ear, his breath was warm and smelled like toothpaste. “My switch, or something else that makes you pink and squirm.” She began to do so, wanting to leave his lap, his arm tightened around her, he stroked her gently curled, vanilla scented hair. The gentle, innocent fragrance made him feel like a wolf with a sheep. The comparison turned him on and he buried his face further in her hair. “I could always utilize that bar next to the kitchen -” The pull up bar, she’d almost forgotten about it’s possible other purpose. “I’ll secure your arms to it and we’ll pinken you up until I’m sure you’ve been properly punished.” He heard her audible whimper and slipped his hand between her legs to massage her warm pussy, bringing her need to yield - to submit to the surface.

  He’d always stopped when she’d needed him to, before she needed him to, but Francine really did not want to hang there and the sting of his switch was still fresh in her mind. The marks had disappeared by morning, but it was not something she wasn’t sure she was ready to experience again. Especially while secured to that bar.

  “I won't go easy on you and we'll see just how much you can take and how wet you get.Are we clear?” It was more of a statement than a question. She believed him, he always made good on his promises. It was something that made her feel oddly secure, and worried all at the same time.

  The laptop brewed it’s data quietly, impersonally before them. “Yes sir.” She answered quietly. He leaned back. Francine got up and bent down to retrieve her clothing from the floor.

  No, Leave your clothes Francine, I want to watch that naughty red ass for the rest
of the night. He closed her Macbook. “The only question left now is if I give that pussy of yours any relief tonight or not, I haven't decided yet, if I do it will be from behind. And Francine, you don’t want to know what will happen if I find out you’ve touched yourself.

  Without saying anything else she turned and retreated into the bedroom where she went and lay down on the bed, she quietly pulled her legs up against her body. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  Chapter 18

  A day or so later.

  K wrapped Francine’s hands before teaching her another defence combination. With speed and precision Francine began to execute the combination, After a bit her muscles warmed and sweat poured off of her. “That’s good Francine. Right here.” He points at his chest. “Stay focused.” She came at him again, counting off in her head, one, two three. “Ok, stop.” But she couldn’t, she came at him again. She was stuck. Stuck in the combination, stuck somewhere that he couldn’t reach. One, two, three. One, two, three, onetwothreeonetwothree. “Francine.” That note crept into his voice. “I said stop.”

  “No.” She said. She wanted to keep going - had to keep going. She knew she was exhausted, her limbs were so heavy, her shoulders burning, but she couldn’t be weak, couldn’t be any one's victim anymore, this was what drove her was so important to her. Couldn’t he see that? He’d been working her out every day, but one day he wouldn't be there - he’d said as much, and how did she know? How did she know if she would be ready? She had to keep going, she had to! Onetwothree... still slugging away at him. He grabbed her, but she struggled - hard. “Francine, that’s enough!” She broke down in tears as he told her to stop again, more quietly now, as he felt her collapse in his arms.