From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  Arriving on time, she found herself ringing the doorbell at precisely 5:15pm. Jo-Anne opened the door and they embraced, giving the perfunctory air kiss that seemed to have become such a part of popular culture over recent years. Natalie followed Jo-Anne into a combined lounge/dining area where there were wine glasses and snacks already in place. Natalie passed her bottle of wine to Jo-Anne who opened it and poured them both a glass of the crisp, cold Chablis before they both sat.

  “So, another exciting date with Sir James, I trust. I can’t wait to hear about it.”

  “Yes… Lady Jo-Anne. It was a most interesting and informative evening. Before I tell you about it, I think you have some explaining to do.”

  Jo-Anne looked somewhat surprised and taken aback before adopting a look of resignation on her face as she faced Natalie. “Hmmmm. Where do I begin?”

  “Firstly, tell me why I didn’t know. We can get to the other details and questions, of which I have many, later. Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this aspect of your life and more to the point, how did you keep it a secret from me for all these years?”

  Jo-Anne’s expression changed from resignation to a mixture of annoyance and disdain. “Natalie, I am not sure what you have been told, but you have never been ready to know about this aspect of my private life. If I had told you even as recently as a few days ago that I got off on dressing up in form fitting latex, tying female and male slaves down and torturing them until they begged for mercy, how do you think you would have responded?”

  Natalie was trying not to appear shocked by what she had just heard, and she sat there thoughtfully. Eventually, she replied, “Ok – I get your point.”

  “You get my fucking point? I don’t think you do,” Jo-Anne laughed. “You have told me all of the things that James has done to you so far. As exciting as that has been for you, and I have to admit it was pretty hot as you told me about it, I would do more than that with some of my slaves and submissives before breakfast on a good day. I’ve wanted to share this part of me with you for years, but unfortunately, most people are so narrow minded that what people like me do is simply beyond their comprehension. I did not want to risk our friendship by telling you before you were ready.”

  She continued, “When you first told me about James, I was most excited and interested to see how your relationship would evolve because I knew that if you enjoyed it, I could share this part of my life with you. When I ordered you around the other night at the wine bar, for me it was simply sublime. Yes I was testing you, but you have no idea how long I have wanted to have you at my mercy. When I think back to some of the things we did quite innocently as teenagers, I have often fantasized about how we could develop some of those ideas further.”

  “Oh my God! You’re kidding me, right?... Oooohhhhh... I can see that you are not kidding me. Oh my God!”

  Natalie could feel herself blushing as the memories for their last meeting came flooding back. She recalled her initial shock and then how she felt as her old friend ordered her to please her. The confusion hinged on her conflicting feelings about what was happening between them. She realized there was unresolved sexual tension between them that dated back to their teenage years. It took her adventures with Sir James to bring it to the surface.

  “So why were you at the Hyatt last night?”

  “Believe it or not, I was looking out for you. There are no shortage of creeps around who will use and abuse women, and men for that matter, under the guise of dominating them. Although James sounded like one of the good guys, I had to find out, but at the same time I did not want to interfere with your evening.”

  “And…?”

  “And he is one of the good guys. As soon as I saw him I recognized him. Although we have not met, I have seen him at a few parties I have attended and he has a reputation for being a caring and responsible dominant. I will be quite honest with you. I have wanted to meet him although not necessarily for the reasons you may think. It is more of a professional inquisitiveness, if that makes sense. You will learn so much from him, assuming you like how he treats you and you wish to grow into this lifestyle further. Once I was satisfied that you were safe, I had no reason to hang about so I left. I was with a slave anyhow and I had to bring him back to … oh don’t worry about what I had to do to him.”

  Natalie was wide eyed. “A slave? How many slaves do you, as Lady Jo-Anne, have?”

  “Oh, the figure goes up and down and it depends on what level of slavery we are talking about. Sometimes there can be as many as four or five. Currently I have two slaves who spend much of their spare time here, Marc and Clair. They look after most of my needs. You will meet Marc shortly and possibly meet Clair a little later.”

  Jo-Anne rang a small bell that was sitting on the table. Natalie turned to see a door open and a nearly naked man enter the room.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said to Jo-Anne quite pleasantly.

  “Marc, I want you to meet a good friend of mine, Natalie.”

  As he approached her, Natalie offered her hand in greeting. Marc dropped to his knees, took her hand and kissed it. Looking up into her eyes he said, “I am very pleased to meet you, Ma’am.”

  Natalie was trying not to appear surprised by this turn of events but she was very curious to find out more about Jo-Anne’s slave. Marc looked over at Jo-Anne and without saying anything, she simply pointed down beside her feet and Marc immediately scurried across and adopted a kneeling position beside her.

  Natalie took the time to have a proper look at him as Jo-Anne took another sip of wine. She estimated that he was about 30 years old and he was well built without being overtly muscle bound. The first thing she noticed was the shorts he was wearing. They were latex short shorts and there was a considerable bulge in the front of them. He had no body hair that she could see and his nipples were pierced with a ring in each. He was also wearing a leather collar and leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, not dissimilar to the ones that she had been wearing at Sir James’ home a few nights before.

  “The bulge you can see is his chastity belt. He has a CB-6000 locked in place. It denies him any contact with himself unless I release him. I find it is most useful in keeping his mind focused in the most important things in life – me,” Jo-Anne said, chuckling at her final point.

  “Chastity? For real? I’ve never seen a chastity belt before.”

  “Would you like to see Marc’s?”

  “Mmmmmm,” Natalie replied, subconsciously licking her lips in anticipation.

  Jo-Anne tapped Marc on the shoulder. “Stand and remove your shorts. Go over and show Natalie your device.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Marc immediately sprang to his feet, unzipped the front of his latex shorts and removed them before stepping over and standing in front of Natalie with his legs spread and his hands behind his back. She looked down to see the clear plastic tube that encased Marc’s flaccid cock. She could see that he was totally devoid of pubic hair and just above the CB-6000 he had a tattoo curving across his groin that said, ‘Property of Lady Jo-Anne’ in flowery lettering about 20 mm high. There was a small padlock locking the device to a pin that stood out from a ring that encircled his balls. It looked to Natalie like his balls were trapped between the cock tube and the ring.

  As she was looking at it, Jo-Anne stepped over and, encircling Marc with her arms, grasped each of his nipples and squeezed. At the same time she whispered something in his ear that Natalie missed. He let out a moan and she watched his cock literally expand to fill the tube before her eyes, watching in fascination as it bulged through the holes that were cut in the tube for both cleaning and ventilation as well as for relieving himself.

  “This is a most uncomfortable position for him to be in because obviously his cock would love to be standing up straight at the moment but it can’t. While he can touch parts of himself through the holes, he cannot give himself any degree of pleasure, much to his frustration at times. I decide when he is to be released and how and when he may obtain
the release he so desires. Do you love me Marc?”

  “Oh yes, Mistress. More than anyone could imagine.”

  She stepped back and clicked her fingers. He turned around and retreated, resuming his position beside her without replacing the shorts. When he turned, Natalie noted at least five clear stripes across his butt. They covered both cheeks and were parallel, starting near the top of his cheeks and ending at the top of his thighs. She assumed he was the slave who was with Jo-Anne the previous night. Natalie noted the tone of his voice, and it was obvious that he lived in awe of his Mistress.

  Her mind went to Sir James and she thought about how he made her feel and although her feelings were not as strong as Marc’s, she instantly felt some empathy with him in his position. She found this a little unsettling but exciting at the same time. It only served to increase her arousal level, and she knew she was quite well lubricated already. She had felt that familiar rush as Marc had removed his shorts in front of her and adopted a pose very similar to what Sir James had expected of her.

  “Marc, go and get the food from the kitchen then I want you to prepare Clair.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  When he left the room, Jo-Anne said, “I see you noticed the cane welts. They were from a little period of play we engaged in last night after we got home.”

  Natalie felt a little shiver run through her as Jo-Anne explained them away so nonchalantly. What sort of world had she blundered into she thought to herself? And why did she find it so damned exciting?

  Shortly, Marc returned with a platter of seafood, placing it on the table in front of the ladies. He then laid plates and cutlery before leaving the room with Natalie focused on his welted butt, wondering what it felt like each time the cane struck him and how he would have reacted when it was happening. She quite rightly assumed that he would be reminded of it every time he leaned his butt against something or when he sat down. She was pleasantly surprised to see her own place setting as she was beginning to wonder if she would be allowed to eat by herself in front of a Dominant again.

  Jo-Anne implored her to help herself and they dined, sipping wine and making small talk with Jo explaining how she originally started out in this lifestyle and explaining some of the positives and negatives. Natalie took in everything she said in total fascination, taking time to reflect on some of her words and compare them with things that she had undergone herself in recent days.

  When they had eaten their fill and finished the last of the wine, Natalie had a slight buzz, but she was no longer sure if that was due to the effects of the wine or because of the impact of what she had experienced so far this evening. Shortly, Jo-Anne excused herself telling Natalie she would be back in about ten minutes. Before she left she pointed Natalie to a bookcase, suggesting she might keep herself amused in Jo-Anne’s absence.

  Natalie wandered over to the bookcase and started reading the spines of some of the books, amazed to discover that most of them had words like bondage, submission, Mistress, dominant, pain and Master as part of their titles. At one end of the shelf were a selection of glossy magazines, and the first one Natalie took was called Domination Directory International with a latex clad woman on the cover. She was wearing a full latex catsuit, high-heeled boots and was holding a whip back as if she was ready to lash someone. Natalie was shocked to note that the face was that of Jo-Anne. She stared at the picture, noting how the latex hugged every curve of her friend’s body, presenting a flawless view of the female human form.

  Just as she was marveling at the vision on the cover the door opened and Jo-Anne entered, wearing a very similar catsuit although this one was made of smoky translucent latex. Natalie’s jaw literally dropped at the sight of her friend as she strode confidently into the room moving perfectly in shoes that must have had six-inch heels, her wicked smile saying so much. She noticed the magazine in Natalie’s hand, struck a pose and said, “Does my butt look big in this?”

  Natalie struggled to find the words to answer. Her jaw was moving but only a few garbled sounds were coming out. Eventually, she came to her senses and managed to say, “Oh my God! You look mouth wateringly stunning. That looks like you have been literally poured into it. Sir James has mentioned the idea of me wearing one a couple of times now and I can see why he would love it. I can also see why I would love it. It looks like a second skin, but I don’t think my body could do it the justice that yours does.”

  Jo-Anne smiled at her. “You would be surprised. Well fitted latex can cover a multitude of sins, and believe me, it does feel extremely sensuous to wear.”

  “But you are wearing it as a Dominatrix. I am sure Sir James does not have that in mind for me. Could I still wear something like that, noting our roles are likely to be diametrically opposed?”

  “Oh yes. This is a material for all occasions… and persuasions. Some of the hottest submissives and slaves around wear latex to die for. Come. It is time for Lady Jo-Anne to play with one of her willing subjects.”

  She led the way up the stairs with Natalie following, mesmerized by the way her friend moved in the latex, her butt swishing from side to side teasingly as she took each step. When they reached the top of the stairs, Jo-Anne continued along a hall to a door at the end, her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly on the bare wooden floor. When they reached the door, she beckoned Natalie who nervously approached. As she did, Jo-Anne opened it to a sight that took Natalie’s breath away.

  “Go inside, Natalie,” she said with a wicked glint in her eye.

  Jo-Anne put her arm around Natalie and gently, but firmly, encouraged her to enter the room. The door closed with a heavy thud behind her and she was aware of a loud click as a lock secured it. Natalie looked around the room dumbstruck. If she thought the special bedroom at Sir James’ home was amazing, this room was like his bedroom on steroids.

  “Welcome to my private dungeon, Natalie. Only very special guests get to see the inner workings of my private play space.”

  “Th… Thanks,” Natalie replied nervously. As she peered into the dimly lit room, the first view that struck her was that of a female derriere which she correctly assumed belonged to Clair, whom she had not yet met. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see that Clair was secured, straddling a padded horse type structure.

  The top of it was round and covered in black padded leather or vinyl – she could not tell which. Clair was naked and her legs came down each of the rear legs. There were thick leather cuffs around her ankles and they were clipped to eyebolts that were low on the legs of the horse. She was totally exposed and even in the dim light it was obvious to Natalie that Clair was highly aroused, her wet pussy juices glistening in the dim light. Her slender body was laid out along the length of the horse, and her arms were stretched down the front legs. They were also secured with strong leather cuffs attached to eyebolts on the legs of the horse.

  Clair’s skin was like alabaster, contrasting the black vinyl of the horse and its dark wooden legs. The globes of her butt had a slight pink hue probably caused by Marc’s preparation. Jo-Anne approached her, the heels of her shoes slightly muffled by the rubber coating on the dungeon floor. She put her hand on Clair’s butt and Natalie saw it clench and there was an almost imperceptible movement of her hips on the horse.

  “Ahhhh. I can see you have been warmed up a little already, Clair. Now I want you to meet a good friend of mine who will be observing this evening’s activities. I have no doubt she will enjoy seeing just how exposed and helpless you are and will revel in watching the pain you go through to please your Mistress. I wonder how it will feel for you to have a relative stranger watch as you are violated in the most intimate fashion…to be observing as you are writhing in pain and trying to resist begging for mercy from me. I may even invite her to take part.”

  “Ooohhhh. Yes, Mistress.” Clair’s voice already sounded somewhat distant to Natalie, and she instantly remembered how she had felt when she was on the sling at Sir James’. They walked around the horse and Natalie
could see one of Clair’s ample breasts hanging down against the side of the horse. There was some sort of clamp attached to it and from the clamp, a chain dropped down and disappeared under the horse. It was obvious the clamp was under pressure and it was pulling her nipple down further as it held the bud firmly between its jaws.

  Her head was encased in a full leather hood that laced up the back of her head. As they stepped around in front of her, Jo-Anne squatted down in front of Clair, who would have been looking straight down between her Mistress’s latex clad legs that were spread in front of her. Jo-Anne crooked her finger under Clair’s chin and lifted her head so she could see Natalie’s legs. Natalie squatted as well in order to be able to make eye contact with Clair. She noted there were a number of studs positioned all around the face of the hood with openings for Clair’s eyes and mouth.

  “Oooohhhh. Welcome, Ma’am,” she said in a slightly pained voice. “I am pleased to meet you. Please forgive me for not kissing your hand.” The apology caused a ripple of laughter from all three women.

  “Good girl,” Jo-Anne purred as she reached down and took Clair’s hands in hers and gently squeezed them. Jo-Anne then stood and while she gently rested her latex clad body against Clair’s head, she reached around with both hands and grasped her breasts, kneading them and squeezing them firmly before pulling her fingers back and grasping her nipples over the top of the clamps. As she squeezed, Clair let out a high pitched squeal before Jo-Anne released the clamps. As they dropped to the floor, Natalie could see that there had been a number of weights attached to the chain, which accounted for the tension she had noticed on the clamps. Jo-Anne then rolled Clair’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and Clair’s squeal became even louder and repetitive as her body bucked and jerked against her bonds before the squeal turned into a moan and her struggles reduced.