From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  Jo-Anne chimed in, “You also need to be clear in your mind that being a slave does not mean one is weak. In fact, it takes a great deal of personal strength to give oneself so completely to another person, to entrust someone else with your very life without a safe word to fall back on. The best slaves I have met in my life have been quite strong characters in their own right, and I believe the paradox is that they need to be strong in order to be good slaves.” Natalie was considering this. Jo-Anne went on. “A good slave is like a great personal assistant. Marc is becoming better at anticipating all of my moods and needs, being one step in front of me. In an ideal situation, which we will achieve before long, he will know what I need before I am even aware of it. He is at my beck and call at all times, although he does get plenty of down time. Even the best slave needs personal time. I’ve even considered making him a eunuch, but I actually enjoy the fact that he has sexual urges and that I have total control over them.” She stroked the side of his head as she was saying it. “I can milk him regularly if I choose, giving him only limited pleasure but no orgasm, or I can force him to have more orgasms than he desires. The one thing that he will never get is to engage in sex with me.”

  Natalie was shocked at the last point and it showed. Jo-Anne continued stroking Marc’s head looking down on him.

  “What would be your response if I told you I intended to have you castrated, Marc?”

  “It would be, yes, Mistress. If that is what you desire,” Marc replied.

  “Good boy.”

  Again Natalie was shocked as she tried to take in the depth of this devotion to and control over another human being. Her level of arousal was undeniable, but she was concerned that for her, there would be a mismatch between the fantasy and the reality. Could she give that much of herself to Sir James? Would she want to give that much of herself to Sir James?

  “No sex?” Natalie asked.

  “This is a personal rule but it is common amongst Mistresses and Masters. To engage in sex with your slave exposes you to the risk of a transference of feelings, normal human feelings that can upset the balance of the relationship. Marc is not my lover. He is my slave. That is not to say that I don’t love him. I actually love him dearly, but not in that sense. I have seen too many relationships fall apart when that boundary has been crossed.”

  Natalie thought about her last couple of encounters with Sir James and wondered if he had such rules. Jo-Anne continued.

  “I should also note here that I take great care to ensure that his sexual needs are addressed. He does not go without. I guess it would be fair to say that I provide for his love and support and to give his life meaning, but he has sex elsewhere, when I choose to arrange it for him.”

  Natalie squeezed her legs a little tighter.

  “Wow. And how does your slave’s relationship with you compare with Clair’s relationship with you?”

  “Clair, why don’t you answer Natalie first.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Clair looked up at Natalie, smiling. “Natalie, as you now know, I am Lady Jo-Anne’s submissive. That is to say that I have not signed away all of my rights in the same way that Marc has, although I have to say that I admire him for being willing and able to do so. I love her dearly, but still see her as my Mistress and hence I address her as such as a mark of respect for her. I am committed to her and willingly submit to her, allowing her to make the key decisions in our relationship. However, I retain the right to discuss things and share some of the decisions. I can, and will, use a safe word if required. Mistress is highly skilled though and knows just how far to push me. I rarely need to utter it. Our relationship is more a case of ongoing negotiation where she negotiates and I say yes.”

  That got a laugh out of Natalie and even Clair had a chuckle at her own joke.

  “But seriously, Lady Jo-Anne… Jo-Anne is a benevolent leader who seeks my advice and ideas, listens and then makes up her mind on what we shall do. The only exception to that is in the bedroom or the dungeon where she has full control except for when I use my safe word.”

  Natalie sat there deep in thought, considering what Clair had just said. This sounds like a more logical arrangement between Sir James and her, she thought to herself. She would have an independent life and she would expect to be able to discuss their activities with him. However, when he takes control of her… Oh God, she mused to herself.

  Jo-Anne chimed in, “Our physical relationship is different. Clair does sleep with me; she is my lover. Marc sleeps on a mat on the floor or sometimes I leave him locked in his cage in the corner of my bedroom. Now, feel free to ask either of them whatever you like. When there are no more questions, they can go off and do their chores while you and I discuss your position a little further.”

  Natalie had a hundred and one questions, however, most of them were not directly relevant to her own position. They were more in wanting to satisfy her curiosity about how the inter-relationships worked. She would also love to have a closer look at the cage that Marc is forced to sleep in, she thought to herself. She looked at him and he looked so relaxed and happy.

  “No, Ma’am. I think I have about all my head can deal with at the moment,” Natalie said.

  Jo-Anne touched Marc and Clair on their heads. “Go now.”

  They both rose and disappeared into the kitchen, and Jo-Anne focused on Natalie. “Come and kneel in front of me, Natalie, and put your hands behind your back,” Jo-Anne whispered.

  Natalie looked her in the eye, then looked down and obeyed her instruction.

  “You know he will have other subs he sees. You know he will make you submit in much more public environments. You know that you really want to do it though, don’t you?” Jo-Anne asked. As she said it, she gently pushed the toes of one foot in between Natalie’s legs and brought them up into her crotch.

  “Yes, Ma’am. Ooooohhhhhh.” Natalie began gyrating her hips slightly although her head remained bowed. “The question is that I just don’t know how far I can go. I don’t know how far I want to go. I don’t know if I am even capable of making the decision. What has he done to me? I just don’t seem to have any will of my own when I am in his presence.”

  “And you love it but it conflicts you. He takes away your ability to make decisions, yet in your submission to him you have made one of the most powerful decisions one can make.” The bridge of her foot was gently sliding back and forth over Natalie’s vulva. “Go with your instincts. Enjoy what he has to offer you.”

  “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for helping me work through this process. I needed to talk with people who understand.”

  “And you remember when I said you would pay for selecting Clair when you should have selected Marc?” Without waiting for a response from Natalie, Jo-Anne reached out and gently fondled Natalie’s breasts through her shirt.

  “Oohhhhhh,” Natalie murmured.

  Natalie’s nipples immediately sprang to attention and Jo-Anne grasped them. At first her grip was gentle but Natalie could feel the pressure gradually building. Before long, the pain was getting intense and Jo-Anne began pulling the nipples upwards, forcing Natalie to kneel up straighter. Her eyes were closed, and her face was contorted with pain. She was gasping but still she said nothing.

  “When you fall in love with a sadist, Natalie, you must understand that sometimes they hurt you, just because it gives them pleasure. This is giving me pleasure, Natalie.”

  “Ohhhhhh…Nnnnggghhhhh…Yes… Mistress.” Natalie instantly realized she had addressed her friend as “Mistress” just as she had addressed Sir James as “Master.” Both times it had occurred when she was under considerable pain and that seemed to be when she felt the most submissive. It didn’t seem to make sense but in the cold light of day, very little of this did.

  Jo-Anne’s foot continued to gently slide over Natalie’s vulva. “See how easy and natural it is to make the change from Ma’am to Mistress when you are under extreme duress, Natalie? That is probably why you called Sir James, Master. Now when I count d
own from five, I want you to come for me. Do you understand?”

  “Nnngggghhhhhhh...oh… nnngghhh…oh yes, Mistress.”

  “Five…Open your legs further. Show me what a slut you are.”

  Natalie spread her legs wide.

  “Four….open your eyes and look at me, Natalie.” Natalie’s moans had taken on a higher pitch, and as she opened her eyes, she could see that Jo-Anne was enjoying the effect she was having.

  “Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.” It was almost a squeal as Jo-Anne rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefingers.

  “Three…” The squeal had turned into a throaty long groan coming from deep within Natalie as Jo-Anne eased the pressure on her nipples, increasing the pressure on her vulva.

  “Two.” Natalie’s breath was coming in short hard pants then Jo-Anne abruptly stopped, released her nipples and removed her foot from Natalie’s crotch.

  “Aaarrggghhhhh. Fuck! Noooooooo.”

  Jo-Anne tilted Natalie’s head up, looked her in the eye and said, “Maybe you can finish this when you get home and you are thinking about Sir James, or will it be Master James, or will it be Lady Jo-Anne?” A wicked smile lit up her face as she said it, and she reached over, giving Natalie a kiss on each cheek.

  Holding her hands out, Natalie took them in hers and Jo-Anne helped her to her feet. “You should go. You have much to think about.” Jo-Anne rang a little bell that was on the table, and a few seconds later, Clair and Marc re-entered the room. They could see the flustered look and had a pretty good idea of what Natalie had gone though.

  “Natalie is leaving now.”

  Clair stepped over, giving her a hug. “You will make the right decision and you will never regret it,” she whispered before kissing her on the cheek and standing back.

  Marc took Natalie’s hand, bowing slightly and kissing the back of it, he said, “Good luck, Ma’am.”

  “Thank you both for your honest answers. Your obvious happiness has helped me, but at the same time given me much to think about. Thank you again.” Natalie smiled and turned to go. Marc slipped by her to open the front door.

  When she finally crawled into bed, she knew she would be unable to sleep until she got some relief. Closing her eyes and with her hand between her legs, her mind turned to thoughts of Sir James looking down upon her as she was secured in his sling, open and exposed and yearning for him to take her in any way he desired. Then turning out her bedside light, she reached into her bedside drawer and withdrew her egg.

  Inserting it deep inside herself, she turned it on before her hands slid up her firm belly and onto her breasts, taking her nipples in her fingers and feeling them harden almost instantaneously. They were still quite tender from Jo-Anne’s manipulations earlier and as she rolled them gently, her thoughts went to Jo-Anne, Lady Jo-Anne, and the power she exercised over her just an hour or so before. She reflected on her smooth soft voice with that touch of steel in it as she ordered Natalie to come as she counted down.

  She rolled over, still pinching and rolling her own nipples as her breasts were squashed against her mattress. She clenched her legs together and allowed her egg and its gentle vibrations to finish what Lady Jo-Anne had so cruelly interrupted.

  Chapter 12 – Bondage and the Greek adventure

  Work for Natalie the following day was just a blur. While she was able to defer the items that required any significant degree of intellectual and legal rigor, she managed to push on with the more perfunctory items while mulling over the discussions of the previous night. She felt she knew what she was looking for, but she wasn’t sure it could be achieved in a real relationship. Most of what she had done with Sir James revolved around his total control and domination of her, and she wondered how this would play out in a more permanent and committed relationship.

  Was she actually strong enough to give up control of the requisite aspects of her life? Would she be able to acquiesce to his demands without becoming angry and rebellious and thereby destroy the existence she found so alluring? Would he be strong enough to overcome her doubts and fears and keep her in check? Would he change from being dominant to domineering? Would her attitude push him in that direction? Was she just over thinking this whole thing? These were all unknowns that she knew she had to find out.

  Nothing was heard from Sir James that day, and Natalie found herself regularly picking up her smart phone and looking at the blank screen, willing it to produce a message from him. During her drive home her phone chimed, causing her to startle. Having programmed a specific ring to tell her it was Sir James, she pulled quickly to the side of the road causing the driver behind her to brake sharply and give her a long blast of his horn. Snatching it up, she fumbled to open the message. When it finally appeared, it read: I have to go to Atlanta on business. Call me when you can. SJ.

  Natalie went to hit the button to call him but then hesitated. No! He can wait, she thought to herself. Pulling back out into the traffic, she made her way home thinking about his message. How would this affect things between them? He is in business, even though she had no idea what that business is. Obviously, she was going to need to know much more about him before she gave him any commitment. What if he is a criminal, she thought to herself? No. She couldn’t see him being involved in anything illegal. But then again he enjoys tying up and beating women, she continued. Then she said aloud, “Ahh yes, but it appears he only wants to do it to women who want him to do it to them. Ok, so how the hell did she get swept up in this?”

  Her head was spinning with ‘What ifs?’ Naturally he is going to go away on business trips. Is he going to see other subs? How was she going to feel about that? Should she ask him? She needed to think this through before she called him. Although not normally jealous, she could not help but feel a twinge of possessiveness. But he is the one who had been possessing her. What right did she have to feel this way about him? She knew he would see others and he had already given her a commitment about intimacy. She went over and over the issues in her mind.

  By the time she pulled into her parking garage, she was totally confused. When she got into her apartment, she called Jo-Anne to bounce her thoughts and concerns around with her. After she had spelled everything out to her friend, Jo-Anne said, “He has put his cards on the table. He is not likely to change and quite frankly, you have no right to try and change him. He is what he is. The sorts of things you need to decide are: Do you want a relationship with him? If so, are you prepared to accept that relationship under the terms on offer? Do you trust him to honor his word? If your answer is ‘No’ to any of those questions, you should walk away now. My question to you is: What has changed since you left my place last night?”

  “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

  “Ok. So what is the problem?”

  “I get it. Thanks again for helping me see the bleeding obvious. I really do appreciate your counsel.”

  “Natalie, I can’t tell you how to run your life, nor do I want to, but from a domination and submission perspective, you have about the best there is, assuming everything that I hear about him is true. You need to decide what is right for you.”

  After ringing off, Natalie showered to wash off the day’s debris, then she settled back on her bed and hit the call button. He answered after the third ring.

  “Hello my dear. How lovely to hear your voice.” Natalie gushed as he said it, partly because of what he said and partly because of the sound of his voice.

  After exchanging pleasantries, he said, “How is your butt?”

  “It is a mixture of about five different colors, mainly a mix of black, purple, green and a bit of yellow. It hurts when I touch it and every time I do touch it, I think of you. Thank you for asking… Master.” Her voice was dripping with light hearted sarcasm.

  There was no hint of regret and certainly nothing approaching an apology forthcoming, not that Natalie had really expected one. “Good. I’m glad that it is helping to keep you focused. I trust it is not causing you to pout.” Without waiting for
a reply he said, “I have to fly out to Atlanta tonight and I’m not sure when I will be back. It will probably be about a week to ten days. I will be in touch. Be good while I am gone.”

  “What do you do… when you’re away… I mean for a living? Not what you do privately… oh damn! None of that came out right.”

  She heard him chuckle. “You don’t really know much about me at all, do you, Natalie?”

  Whenever he spoke to her like that, Natalie felt a rush of excitement go through her. There seemed to be a certain tone that did something to her.

  “No, Sir… I mean I am learning, but…”

  “You are learning very much Natalie, and I am enjoying being your teacher. I fly aircraft for a living. New ones usually, fast, high performance aircraft. I am a test pilot.”

  “Oohhhhh. Isn’t that dangerous?” She asked in a worried voice.

  “Not usually, Natalie. Not as long as I remain in control. When I control the aircraft, it will do exactly as I wish it to do, not unlike a good submissive. You have all the hall marks of a good submissive,” he replied evenly.

  The way he said it made her quiver again.

  “On the other hand, if I lose control, things get broken and people get hurt or worse, and that is not the outcome I am seeking.” He paused before adding, “I am looking forward to seeing you again, Natalie.”

  “Me too, Sir. Safe trip.” The line went dead and Natalie burst into tears. She loved him and she knew what she was going to do when the opportunity arose.

  A week went by and Sir James was never far from her mind. She thought about their last telephone conversation. A pilot, eh? Maybe that accounted for his control issues. Did he really have control issues or was it her who has the issues?

  Since she had clarified in her own mind where she was going to allow their relationship to go, she was able to focus more thoroughly on her work and regular life. On the eighth day, a text message arrived. It read: Arriving San Diego 3PM. Be at my place at 7. Ensure you are clean – inside and out. MJ