From Seduction to Submission

by R. R. Greaves

  “Go and shower and take care of your ablutions. There is a bin for your diaper and some clothes for you to put on when you are finished. You have fifteen minutes before you are to be back here to help me prepare breakfast.”

  Being released gave her mixed emotions. On one hand she wanted to hug Marc and give him a big kiss for freeing her, but on the other hand she had lost a strange sense of security that she had experienced in her night of layered security and lack of control. As she stepped off, she also remembered that he had not released her from her chastity belt, so her bathroom time was going to be a new and unique experience for her.

  After showering, she took great care to dry herself as well as she could before realizing she could finish the last of it by judicious use of the hairdryer. She was a little shocked but not totally surprised to find that her clothes consisted of a corset and nothing else. It was obviously designed to give her some support and modesty but to make sure her status as a slave in chastity was still clear to all. She returned to the kitchen feeling quite self-conscious but when she saw Marc again, her concerns evaporated. He looked at her and smiled.

  “You look absolutely delicious in that corset, Natalie. I can’t tell you what I would like to do with you if we weren’t both locked up like we are.” He laughed at their situation and Natalie saw the funny side as well.

  “I’ll bet you had an interesting night’s sleep in the cage. I still spend the occasional night in there myself, not for any other reason than the whim of my Mistress. I find it quite exciting actually and the clear demonstration of her total control over me is never starker than when I am just like you were last night.”

  Natalie looked at him before looking down. “It was actually much more exciting and more powerful than I ever would have thought possible as well,” she said quietly. As she said it, she could feel her arousal starting to build once again.

  Marc chuckled. “There is a whole range of other things she could have forced upon you that would have been much more humiliating and harder for you to accept. I wonder how exciting you would have found some of them.” He looked at her thoughtfully before adding, “Actually, having seen some of your responses, I think you might have actually enjoyed some of them. I wonder what Sir James would have done?”

  Natalie thought about that as they prepared breakfast. She could not resist the urge to ask Marc what other sorts of things she might have had done to her if her Mistress was in the mood.

  Marc looked at her. “Natalie, have you ever had a catheter inserted?”

  She looked at him wide eyed. “No... Actually, it’s probably better you don’t tell me more.”

  He laughed, “Talk about loss of control. At least you could make a decision on whether to use the diaper or not.”

  To change the topic Natalie asked, “What happened to you last night? I saw you get fixed to the cross but then I was hooded. When the hood was released, you were gone.”

  “Oh by that stage I must have been put to bed in the other bedroom. They play games with me at times. They gauge their performance on how long my cock stays hard as I am forced to listen to them. Believe me when I say they get up to some pretty erotic stuff. Then when they have had their thrill, they will deal with me. Sometimes they play with me until I explode. At other times, they hit me with a cold spoon and then put me back into my chastity tube. Last night it was the latter. I was then put to bed with instructions for this morning. Hopefully, I will be rewarded with some sort of release within the next couple of days.”

  With that thought playing on Natalie’s mind, they continued to prepare breakfast. After serving breakfast to Lady Jo-Anne and Clair, Natalie and Marc ate in the kitchen together before cleaning up and taking care of a range of other household chores that Marc knew were required. They chatted about all manner of topics and Natalie learned a lot about Marc and his position. She also learned a lot about Lady Jo-Anne that she never would have guessed. She had known Jo-Anne for so long and apart from noticing a few different quirks in her behavior, she never would have guessed she would get up to some of the things that Marc had just described. As they were chatting, the bell sounded, summoning them to their Mistress.

  “Natalie, I would like a pedicure please. Marc will show you where all of the required items are. Marc, you will give me a manicure while Clair massages my shoulders and neck. This morning is all about Mistress.”

  Clair chuckled and said, “When you treat us the way you do, and take us to the places you take us, how can we not be so pleased to make a day like this all about, Mistress. I’m still shaking after what we did last night.” She looked over at Natalie and continued. “I’m sure you got the general idea of what was happening and I’m sure you were wishing you were not in that chastity belt and locked in the cage at the time. Actually, Mistress, I wonder how it would go to have a dildo strapped to each of your thighs and to have two of us bent over the bed. Oh my God. I’m getting all wet at the sheer thought of it.”

  Natalie was trying to picture what it would have been like and because of her chastity and denial, her excitement was building again quite quickly, but she kept her head bowed and did not seek permission to speak. Lady Jo-Anne beckoned to her to come closer. When Natalie got near, her Mistress reached out to inspect the chastity belt, running her hands over it, checking the rubbing points and making sure everything was where it should be. Despite nothing touching her vulva, just the proximity of her Mistress, the touching and the transmitting of feelings to other parts of her pelvis, coupled with the residual frustration from the night, was causing Natalie’s excitement to continue to build. Lady Jo-Anne was well aware of that, and she was obviously enjoying herself.

  “I’m sure it felt terribly frustrating to hear us having all that fun while you were locked away in your cage, slave. Unable to touch yourself… unable to feel a thing but knowing that your hot pussy was dripping onto the device that was keeping you chaste. I wonder how you would have felt if I had allowed Marc access to you. He was stuck to the cross, hard as a rock and with nowhere to put it. I’ll bet you would have loved to have him satisfy your needs. I think you would have begged him to fuck you. See how kind I was to protect you from your own carnal desires?”

  Natalie closed her eyes and let out a little moan as she clamped her legs together and squeezed them tightly. The little bit of pleasure she usually received from doing that was denied her as the damned chastity belt kept her labia lips from closing together. Lady Jo-Anne saw her shudder slightly and was pleased at the effect she was having. She considered the words of her Mistress and the company she was in and replied, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you for everything you have done.” Noting she had effectively been given permission to speak, she added, “And thank you for keeping me locked in this fucking frustrating plastic prison that is going to drive me mad before long.”

  That caused them all to laugh at her obvious frustration. Marc then passed a large electric Wahl vibrator to his Mistress as Clair came around behind Natalie and wrapped her arms around her, pushing her fingers down through the top of her corset and finding her nipples, which were already firm. As she started to gently manipulate them, Lady Jo-Anne turned on the vibrator and pushed the large head of it against the outside of Natalie’s chastity belt. The powerful vibrations went right through her whole pelvic region and her legs buckled slightly. Clair supported her while continuing to gently roll her nipples back and forth. Natalie was now moaning and an urgent, “Oh fuck,” escaped her lips as she thought she was going to spray out through the chastity device. She was losing control rapidly and just as she thought she could not prevent it, everything stopped.

  “Arrgghhhhhh. Oh Fuck. Please, Mistress. Please don’t treat me like this. Please,” Natalie begged.

  Lady Jo-Anne crooked her index finger under Natalie’s chin and lifted it to look into Natalie’s eyes that were full of pain and frustration. She smiled as she said, “Maybe later, slave. Let’s see how good you are at pedicures first. I should tell you that I just love
to have my feet kissed and my toes sucked.”

  Marc had returned with everything that Natalie would need, including the foot bath full of warm water which he placed at the feet of his Mistress. Natalie dropped to her knees and began gently rubbing the ankles of her Mistress as she allowed the water time to soften her feet. As she was doing that, Marc commenced the manicure and Clair was behind her, beginning to work on her shoulders. Before long, Natalie removed the first foot from the bath and as she gently dried it with the towel that Marc had provided, she lavished her Mistress’s foot with kisses, licking and kissing all over. Then she took the big toe into her mouth and sucked on it, moving her mouth back and forth, effectively fellating the toe of her Mistress. She repeated the process on her remaining toes as best she could before working on shaping and painting her nails.

  Eventually, both feet were complete, which coincided with Marc completing the manicure. Lady Jo-Anne was totally relaxed, reclining in her chair with a very satisfied smile upon her face.

  “Thank you my slaves, and thank you, Clair. I cannot think of a nicer way to spend a Saturday morning. Now, when Marc and Natalie have prepared lunch, we shall all dine together. I would like to eat at 12:30 pm.”

  Marc and Natalie retired to the kitchen with Marc noting they had a little over an hour to prepare lunch. As they were working and chatting about the morning’s activities, Natalie said, “I cannot believe how much pleasure I got out of doing that pedicure this morning. I would not have believed that being at someone’s feet, especially another woman, to be locked in a chastity belt… humiliated in front of others… teased and frustrated, could feel so right. It’s weird.”

  Marc laughed. “Now you are gaining a better understanding of my whole life with her. Maybe this will be your whole life with Sir James.”

  Natalie thought about that and wondered what was going to transpire when she saw him again.

  When lunch was over, Lady Jo-Anne said, “Clair, will you help Marc clean up please? I wish to have time alone with slave Natalie.”

  When they had cleared the table and retired to the kitchen, Lady Jo-Anne told Natalie to stand and approach her. Natalie complied nervously hoping that somehow her Mistress would give her some relief. Lady Jo-Anne remained seated and as she reached out to unlock the chastity belt. Natalie could feel the rush of excitement that accompanied this sort of action as she wondered what was going to follow.

  “Spread your legs, slave.”

  She experienced another shot of excitement as she obeyed, exposing herself in front of her Mistress. Lady Jo-Anne gently twisted it and drew it back through Natalie’s legs. She looked at the device before looking up at Natalie and said, “It has an amazing effect, doesn’t it.” Not waiting for an answer, she continued, “Natalie, you are now free. This introduction to slavery is now complete.”

  She immediately thrust her hand between Natalie’s legs, slipping two fingers easily into her now dripping pussy. She hooked the fingers up to feel the spongy mass of her G-spot and Natalie gasped. “But still you shall leave here frustrated.” She withdrew her fingers, holding them up and watching them glisten in the daylight before standing up and gently inserting them into Natalie’s mouth. “You know what to do, Natalie.”

  Natalie looked into Jo-Anne’s eyes sucking them and licking them as directed by her friend. “Good girl, Natalie,” she said as she withdrew her fingers and gently rubbed them down Natalie’s cheek. Jo-Anne then produced a beautiful pair of satin and lace panties and handed them to Natalie. “Put these on and sit down as there is a bit we need to discuss before you go home.”

  Natalie looked somewhat crestfallen. Whilst she had not expected to be kept overnight in the first place, now she had not expected to be released so early. Her feelings confused her and as she stepped back and took her seat, she asked herself, what the hell is happening to me here? She resisted the urge to put her hand between her legs, to prove to herself that she had the freedom to touch herself once again. She also knew that touching herself at the moment would be quite dangerous as she was likely to spontaneously combust - such was the level of pent up excitement just waiting for a trigger.

  “Lady… Jo, I don’t quite know what to say. Thank you very much for allowing me to have this experience. It has been one of the most amazing periods of my life and it has certainly given me a lot to think about. In fact, if things don’t work out with Sir James, I could see myself coming back here if you would have me.”

  “Natalie, I can see that you got a lot out of it and I would have you back here in a heartbeat. One of the reasons I have released you now is because I was concerned that if I kept you for another night, I would not be able to get rid of you.” Jo-Anne laughed at her own joke. “You need to understand that what I did with you was only a small selection of the sorts of things you may be exposed to as a slave. I tried to make some of them a little extreme, noting the short time we had available, but I wanted to give you the experience of being in company with others. Having all of your rights taken from you... to experience objectification… humiliation… confinement… helplessness… all the sorts of things you may experience as someone’s slave are things not easily replicated in a vanilla scene.”

  “Jo, I have to say that virtually everything you did to me, and with me, excited me more than I ever could have imagined. I don’t know why and I don’t know how much to question it, but I just felt that I had to serve you in every way that I could. Even when you put me to bed, every layer of restriction you applied only served to make me even more excited and even more submissive… more slave like. What’s with that? I’m sure Sir James will replicate that, regardless of what sort of position I hold when he finally puts it to me.”

  Jo-Anne looked her in the eye. “Trust me when I tell you that your life with Sir James is likely to be every bit as exciting, if not more so if the stories I have heard about him are true. One of the biggest dangers of relationships like this is that they can easily deteriorate into abuse, quite often without either party even realizing it. You are lucky that he has been around sufficiently that he will not abuse you – at least no more than you beg him to.” She chuckled again. “I have a sneaking suspicion that you might be begging him quite frequently.”

  Natalie thought back to her early experience with him when he refused to fuck her until she begged him and again with her recent Greek adventure.

  “Yes, I have had that experience already,” she replied wistfully.

  “I tried to give you the widest range of slave like experiences as I could in the very brief period we had available. Your experience with him may be markedly different although I am sure that many of the same ideas will be followed to a greater or lesser degree. Depending on what he asks of you or offers you, there is no compulsion to become a slave per se. Between the two of you, you will need to find a place that is comfortable for you both. I think that in your case, whilst you may think differently at the moment, complete slavery will not be your thing. You will certainly want to be his submissive and his slave at times, maybe as negotiated from time to time. You don’t have to be hard over one way or the other.”

  “I know I can be a little hot tempered at times and quite assertive but I just love the total exchange of power that I have experienced with him, and now with you. It’s somehow like it is empowering to have all of one’s power removed. Does that make any sense at all?” Natalie asked.

  “It makes perfect sense. I see it every day with both Marc and at times with Clair, and I find it a beautiful thing to behold. I have also been on the other side of the fence and submitted to others. Most of us do from time to time. I like to think that it keeps us balanced.”

  “Do you think Sir James does? Natalie thought quickly about what she just said, following it quickly with, “No. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

  Jo-Anne laughed. “Not that he would ever tell you, I’m sure.”

  As if by magic, Marc appeared with Natalie’s clothes, standing beside her, he held them o
ut for her to don. She took the hint, removing her corset before putting the clothes on.

  “Thank you for being here, Natalie. We look forward to hearing how you go when you see Sir James once again,” Jo-Anne said.

  Clair appeared and Natalie bade them all farewell, thanking each one in turn, with Clair giving her a smile and knowing wink. Natalie climbed into her car, turning on her phone as she did so. She was not surprised to see a range of messages waiting for her but the two that grabbed her full attention were from Sir James. The first one read: I have returned from my trip early. I will be in touch. She saw that it had arrived the previous night when she was securely locked away in Lady Jo-Anne’s cage. The second one that had arrived this morning at 8:30 am read: I would like to see you on Monday night. I hope you have been considering your future. Be here at 7pm please.

  Natalie re-read the second message, her mind in turmoil as the reality of making this decision sunk in. There was that arrogance of expectation – Be here by 7pm! But then he softened it with “Please”. What is it about that mix of arrogance and manners that turns her on so much, she wondered to herself? Realizing she was squirming in her seat she thought, if he turned up here right now, she didn’t think she would be able to resist anything he suggested… or ordered. Oh my God! What has he turned her into?

  She didn’t know what he had done, or more to the point what she had done to herself but she realized she had never been so happy in her life. If someone had told her a month ago that she would have fallen head over heels for an arrogant, leather clad prick, who would take great delight in tying her down and then getting her to beg him to fuck her, she would have told them they were certifiable.