From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  “Did I really?”

  “Oh yes, and I know you will enjoy it even more next time.”

  “Well, why didn’t you… take me and… and have your way with me?”

  “There will come a time for that, Natalie. There will come a time, I can assure you, and you will beg me for it.” As he said it, he hugged her tighter. She was shivering. “Are you cold?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t worry. This is a natural reaction. You have just experienced your first journey to the edge of sub-space.” He produced a blanket and wrapped it around her, pulling it in tightly and then hugging her around the outside of it.

  “Wh…. What is sub space?”

  “Shhhhhhhhh. Don’t talk. Just concentrate on the warmth and concentrate on me holding you.”

  She went silent and they stayed like that for… for how long? She had no idea. She was just luxuriating in the closeness and the tenderness Sir James was providing. Eventually, he broke the silence. “I am going to remove your blindfold now, Natalie. The light in here is dim but you are to ensure you open your eyes slowly when you are ready.” She felt the elastic straps loosen and the mask was gently lifted from her head. She just cracked her eyelids before slowly opening them up to see Sir James looking deeply into her eyes. He was smiling at her.

  “Welcome back,” he said with real warmth in his voice.

  She had a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes as she smiled back at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He rose from the couch and went back to the dining table. “You may get dressed again at your leisure, Natalie. No need to hurry though. I quite enjoy having you semi-naked in my living room. It helps to make my domain complete.”

  Natalie removed her shoes and gingerly stood. She was feeling a little self-conscious, noticing that her stockings were awry and being quite aware of the wetness of her panties. She could feel where she had been struck by the crop and it took a little time before she was steady on her feet. As she began to regain her dignity somewhat, she felt embarrassed as she glanced over and saw Sir James just watching her as she stepped into her skirt and then put her blouse back on. She left her shoes near the couch as she made her way to the table to join him.

  “I would offer you some wine but if you have some, I must insist you stay the night. I could not risk you driving home. It would be better if you had water instead.” Natalie was still a little discombobulated and could not even come back with a witty retort. She thought about the offer to stay the night but knew she needed to go home. Was it really an offer? She wasn’t sure, and her brain was in no state to try and work it out. She had not planned for this evening to go the way it had, and she needed time to herself to consider what had happened. Even more so, what was going to happen to her if she continued down this path. She just nodded and took the glass of water that was offered, taking a long drink.

  “I imagine you will need to go home and think about your experience this evening.”

  She looked at him. Is he a freaking mind reader, she wondered to herself?

  “I would like to see you again. Please come back in two days at the same time. 6PM.”

  She knew that she was free to decide whether she would come back again— or was she? She was beginning to worry that she was not in a position to make an informed decision.

  She looked at him, feigning a look of independence and self-assuredness that she was not feeling and said, “I will have to let you know…Sir.” As soon as she said it, she knew that the “Sir” she had tacked onto the end of her reply all but negated the words that came before.

  He smiled knowingly. “I can expect no more of you my dear. You are free to make your own decisions, but I would be honored to share your company once again.” She looked at him, and she knew that he knew. Smug bastard, she thought to herself.

  He stood, holding out his hand. She took it and he kissed hers. She then stood and went over to get her shoes. After putting them on, she stood and he swept her into his arms, kissing her deeply. Embracing her, he tilted her head back as he gently but firmly forced her mouth open to explore it once again. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the moment. After a period, he broke off the kiss and whispered in her ear, “Two days… be here, Natalie.”

  As she walked out of his apartment she heard, “Be very careful driving home, Natalie.” As the door clicked shut behind her.

  She was hardly aware of the drive home. When she arrived, she ensured her door was locked and immediately stripped naked. Her nipples were tender and she stood in front of her full length mirror to inspect them. After studying them closely and confirming there was no damage, she realized she was standing with her legs slightly spread, just as Sir James had her stand when she was in his presence. The thought of standing in front of him like this sent a shiver through her as she pictured his smiling face and his bulging erection trying to break free from his black leather trousers.

  Looking back over her shoulder, she tried to see if there were marks left on her butt from his strokes with the crop. She could see two red parallel stripes across each butt cheek. She ran her fingers over them and could just feel the welts. The slight pain across her butt reminded her of what she had gone through. As she looked, the memories flooding back, her hand drifted between her legs. Not surprisingly, she discovered she was still wet. Closing her eyes, she used two fingers to massage between her labial lips, savoring the feeling as she moved them in a circular motion.

  She knew where this was going to take her so she made her way to her bed, opening her bedside drawer and withdrawing Big Black. As she lay back with her knees up and her legs spread, she used the fingers of one hand to spread the lips of her labia and the head of Big Black rested briefly against the glistening opening of her aroused pussy. She sighed as her lips spread and her favorite artificial cock slipped inside.

  It didn’t take Natalie’s mind long to return to where it had been an hour or so before. As she gently eased Big Black in and out of her slick pussy, she could picture herself in the living room of Sir James. She smiled at how she must have looked as she stood there, cuffed for his pleasure and at his mercy. While perched on her highest Christian Laboutin pumps and her slender calves encased in her seamed stockings, she must have presented a delectable sight to her …her… what was he, she wondered? He was not her lover. He was really not even a friend with benefits— yet.

  She put that question to the back of her mind as she pictured the scene: him in his black leather trousers, his bulging erection trying to break free from its buttery leather prison. Her standing in her finest lingerie, panties stretched tightly across her hairless vulva. Blindfolded. Hands cuffed behind her back, locked in a steely embrace. He took in her beauty and then played it. He played her body, controlling it like a conductor controls an orchestra— not forcing her to do anything she was not prepared to do. But in response to the skilful manipulation of his nimble fingers, her body produced beautiful music.

  She pictured him looking at her white satin panties, imagining the first trace of moisture showing through as her excitement built. Then her hardened nipples pushing against the smooth satin cups of her expensive bra as his ministrations slowly brought her towards her crescendo. Building her up— taking her to the edge before bringing her back down again. Each time taking her higher, but then skillfully bringing her back from the precipice. She knew that she must have been presenting a sight that no normal man would have been able to resist, but Sir James was certainly no normal man. He was totally controlling her, dominating her in every way, and she was allowing him to do it. She was craving it then, and she was craving it now. What had he done to her in the short period since he ingratiated himself into her life?

  She had been reduced to a helpless sex slave, simply living for his attention, willing to be subjugated to meet his perverted desires. How perverted was he, she wondered? How could she be his sex slave when he had not even had sex with her? Even as she craved it from him, he would not do it. What was the game he was playi
ng? He was a perfect gentleman in every way- albeit self-confident and somewhat arrogant.

  He did nothing that she did not welcome. Sure he had control issues, but Natalie found it was those exact behaviors that excited her the most. It was his willingness to take total control of her that she found so exciting. While initially reticent, she was now looking forward to the opportunity of handing total control over to him, to simply being the instrument upon which he could play. The question was– Did she have any real control left to give?

  She pushed Big Black into her open pussy until she felt the balls slap against her perineum, and the thought of being on her knees in front of Sir James with her hands cuffed behind her back filled her mind. He was ordering her to use her mouth to free his hard cock and give it the attention it deserved, and she was going to do her level best to obey him. Those thoughts continued to consume her as she pumped Big Black slowly… deliberately altering his angle of attack as she pictured Sir James looking down upon her, his hand wrapped in a handful of her hair as he rubbed his bulging crotch in her face.

  She knew she would be sore in the morning, but she no longer cared. Sir James had already seen to her nipples and butt, and now she was going to finish the trifecta by using Big Black to finish the job with her aching pussy. She had to satisfy this burning desire, and so with her mind in overdrive, she gradually increased the tempo. She was thrusting her big black dildo into herself, withdrawing it until the bulbous head just slipped out of her lips before slamming back in until she felt the slap of the balls. She could almost smell the leather of Sir James’ trousers and taste the pre-cum that she was sure she would be sucking from his rampant member.

  As she came, she let out a wail like a woman possessed, afraid she was going to pass out as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss coursed through her overwrought body. When she was sure she could take no more, she cast the large black dildo to one side and clamped her hand over her vulva and just held it there, trying to bring herself back down from her high. She felt wetter than she could ever remember feeling before, and when she looked down, she was shocked to find there was a large wet patch on her sheet. She thought she must have wet herself during her orgasm.

  She had not felt anything obvious while she was coming and she was momentarily concerned. She had never had this happen before, but then again she could never remember being this aroused before. She wiped some of it up with her fingers and put it to her nose. It certainly did not smell of urine, and so she tasted it and discovered it had no noticeable taste. She had read in different magazines and on the internet about women who ‘squirt’ when they have very powerful orgasms and wondered if this is what had happened to her. The spasms that had wracked her body were more powerful than anything she had experienced in the past, and maybe this was all a part of her new sexual awakening. She wondered how she would feel if this happened in the presence of Sir James, but quickly put the thought out of her mind. After cleaning herself and her bed, she quickly dropped off into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 4 – St Valentines

  Her radio alarm was playing for over ten minutes in the morning before she stirred. As she moved, she found her body was a little stiff and she could immediately feel her nipples reminding her of what they had gone through the previous night. As she swung herself around and put her feet on the floor, she could also feel her butt. It was not particularly sore, but there was definitely a reminder of what Sir James had done to it. She got up, turned the light on, then studied herself in the mirror. She could see that the red welts she had seen the previous night were now purple and what little swelling there had been was now gone. The stripes were still well defined and she found herself admiring them and wanting to share her experience with someone– not just anyone, but someone special who would appreciate what she had gone through.

  She showered and dressed for work, and as she was preparing her breakfast, she found that Sir James was never far from her mind. This was abundantly clear each time she sat as she received a subtle and, she found, quite pleasant reminder of the bruises that were hidden beneath her panties. She managed to get through her morning, but decided she needed to meet her friend again to share her adventure. After arranging to meet for drinks after work, she drifted through the rest of her day— Sir James a constant mental companion.

  As she left work and headed for the wine bar to meet Jo-Anne, she felt the buzz of her phone as an SMS came through. Oh no. She better not cancel on me, she thought to herself as she checked the message. The message was from an unlisted number. I trust your butt and nipples feel deliciously tender today. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. Do not masturbate tonight. I want you in a heightened state of readiness for me when you arrive tomorrow– assuming you are going to arrive tomorrow. SJ.

  She arrived at the bar and after getting drinks, she found a booth and sat down to await Jo-Anne’s arrival. Natalie was reading the message again and failed to notice the arrival of her friend. When she looked up to see Jo-Anne patiently standing there, she fumbled with her phone and dropped it on the seat beside her.

  “Well, somebody is a little jumpy today. I trust that is from total exhaustion following hot sex with your phantom control freak.” Natalie had a faraway look in her eyes as she retrieved her phone and passed it to her friend. After reading the message, Jo-Anne stood looking down at Natalie, her mouth agape. “What did he do to you?” she asked in a slightly higher pitch than normal.

  “Oh my God! You are not going to believe it when I tell you.”

  “Try me. And don’t leave anything out. I want to hear every juicy little detail.”

  The only place to begin was at the beginning and so Natalie commenced as Jo-Anne listened in rapt silence, wide eyed with her mouth slightly open. She only paused while her friend went to replenish their wine supply. Natalie left nothing out and finally her friend said, “Fuck! Take me to the bathroom and show me the bruises.”

  After inspecting them, they returned to their booth in silence. When they sat down, Jo-Anne was watching Natalie. As she saw her wince slightly, said, “Another little reminder huh?” Natalie smiled and nodded.

  “So what do you want me to say?” Jo-Anne asked after a few moments.

  “Tell me I’m not being silly for yearning to go back there.”

  “Oh Natalie, for Christ’s sake. If you didn’t go back there I would give you bruises that would put his to shame. Just hearing what you two have been up to has got me simply dripping. He is hot. He is polite. By your own admission he gets you hotter than you have ever been in your life, and he wants to see you again. I’m surprised you are not camped outside his door right now. Although, you certainly don’t want to be doing that. Keep him guessing a little. So he has a few control issues, so what. That’s obviously his kink and providing it is all balanced out, why the hell wouldn’t you be back there? You never know…he might have a few interesting fetishes to complement his kinks.”

  “Oh Jo, I think I have already lost the opportunity to keep him guessing. If you say you are dripping, how do you think I am? I have been living it. As strong as I have tried to be, I just find myself getting all tongue-tied when I am in his presence and then to get texts like this one! Arrgghhh! I have never had a man affect me this way before. It is scary, but so damned exciting all at the same time. He knows it as well. It is almost as if he can read my mind.”

  “Well, my friend, I would simply be sitting back and enjoying the ride!”

  That effectively summed up the evening and they eventually parted company, each engrossed in their own thoughts about the mysterious Sir James. When Natalie arrived home, she climbed into bed and her thoughts immediately went to her bedside drawer. Opening it up, she put her hand around the shaft of Big Black but then stopped. “Nope, I have other things that are waiting to fill me at the moment,” she said to her silicone friend as she released him and closed the drawer. She struggled for much of the night, sleeping fitfully, Sir James never far from her mind.

  The follo
wing day was dragging by slowly as she yearned to be approaching the front door of Sir James’ home. Just when she thought she was going to go mad, there was a knock at her office door. Looking up she saw a delivery boy with a huge bunch of stunning red roses. “For Natalie,” he said. Her face lit up as she raced over to receive her gift, not knowing who it was from, but praying it was from him. She counted them— 48 in all and the card read simply: ‘To my Valentine. Sometimes acquiescing can be its own reward.’ Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of what he had put her through and the questions that had run through her mind.

  Soon after, her boss paused at her door, and looking at the flowers said, “Oooh, somebody has a special lover.” Natalie smiled at him with a far-away look and replied, “Yes. A very special Sir, sir.”

  She mentally floated through the afternoon before hurrying home to prepare herself. Just as she was leaving work she received another text that simply read, ‘Wear cotton and heels. Nothing else!’

  Finally, she found herself pushing the button to the intercom and shaking as the door buzzed open and she approached his apartment. Before leaving home, as she showered, she wondered about his message. It meant she had to select a new outfit from what she had planned to wear but she figured she could turn this to her advantage. She only had a couple of pairs of cotton panties, usually saved for particular times of the month when she was feeling decidedly un-sexy.

  After pulling the single pair of skin colored panties up over her thighs and working her way into a white cotton bra, she searched through her wardrobe, rejecting a number of items before settling on an outfit she had never expected to wear again but that she had kept as much for nostalgia as anything else. She had loved it when she bought it and despite going out of style, she still felt good when she was wearing it. She felt sexy. She felt desirable. She felt hot. It was a white cotton jumpsuit that she had bought many years before. It fitted her like a glove when she purchased it, and as much as she knew it drove men wild, the vagaries of fashion had relegated it to the back of her wardrobe.