A Natural Born Submissive

by Victoria Winters

  Alice stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you saying?"

  "If you want this, Alice—if you want to learn, I will teach you. I will take you on this journey. Is that what you want—why you sought me out?

  Alice sighed. "I don't know what I want. In a perfect world, I would be like … like Katt. She's so self-assured, but I'm so uncertain. And it's frustrating. I'm a forty-five-year-old divorcee. So why do I feel like an inexperienced adolescent?"

  Victor took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Tell me something, how old were you when you married?"

  "I was nineteen. We were married for twenty-five years.

  "Marriage is not always a time of great personal growth," Victor pointed out. "Being a wife and a mother can distract one from focusing on her inner self." Tell me something; did you ever share what you'd read in those books with your husband?"

  Alice flushed but finally spoke up. "I tried to get my husband to do some of the things I'd read about. He wasn't strong enough. I longed for him to take charge," she confessed. "Once, he tied my hands to the bedpost, but then nothing much happened. It wasn't titillating at all, just frustrating. To be honest, he didn't take it far enough. I wanted …" Alice paused, lost in thought.

  "I know what you wanted, Alice."

  "How do you know?" Alice asked, her beautiful eyes staring at him.

  "I'm a Dom; it's my job. Few men know how to take charge and give their women what they truly need."

  Alice looked up at Victor in wonder. Did he really know how to fulfill her?

  "What do you want, Alice? Right now. Tell me what it is."

  "A kiss," was her instant response, and she colored deeply, surprised at her boldness.

  "So charming," he said, cupping her chin as he watched her blush by the dim garden light.

  Kissing was not something Victor usually did at the club, but Alice's sincerity had touched him deeply. He pressed his lips against hers until she yielded and melted into him. When she pulled away, she looked up at him shyly. "I can't recall being kissed like that for a very long time, maybe ever."

  He smiled down at her. He would not take things any further with her, not tonight. He wanted to give Alice time to think, to be sure. "Come Alice; it's getting late. Tomorrow is a work day for you, is it not?"

  He walked her back into the club where they found Katt who was getting ready to leave. Victor bid them both a good evening. "Until tomorrow, ladies," he said, but he was looking only at Alice as he spoke.

  Katt eyed Alice suspiciously as they walked out to their cars. "So what happened between you two?"

  "Nothing," Alice lied. "We just talked."

  Chapter Four

  All day Saturday, Alice and Katt worked on putting together the segment for the show. They decided that Katt would air the pre-taped interview along with footage shot at The Beaten Path. Then she would introduce Victor for the live portion of the segment and invite the audience to sent questions via email, Facebook or Twitter.

  "Are you going to keep in touch with Victor after tonight?" Katt casually asked when they broke for dinner.

  Alice looked at Katt. Could she be honest? If she couldn't talk to Katt about this, whom could she talk to? "Honestly Katt, my head is spinning. I don't know what to do."

  "You seemed attracted to each other, and Bella said he was a pretty good guy."

  "He does seem like a good guy," Alice agreed. "But he's in a whole different world from mine. He's not just into BDSM; he's a master. He thinks I'm drawn to it." She looked at her friend hesitantly. "But if I were really drawn to that sort of thing, don't you think I'd already be part of it by now?"

  "No. I believe that in life timing is everything. You might be ready for something now that you weren't ready for ten or fifteen years ago."

  "Really?"

  "Absolutely," Katt replied. "For example, back in high school I had a mad crush on a girl, but I was freaked out by the whole thing. I didn't know what to do. So I repressed my feelings and finished school, focused on my dancing, and moved in with my boyfriend Tim. We were together for fifteen years. After we broke up, I was finally ready to explore my sexuality."

  "You seem so comfortable in your skin. I can't believe you haven't always been gay."

  "Well, I have always been gay," Katt laughed. "Back in school, I thought that being called a lesbian was a putdown, so I lived the life everyone told me I should live instead of the life I wanted. As I got more mature, I became less concerned about what others thought and more concerned with being who I was."

  Alice considered this. Katt had been brave and would not grow old trailing a string of regrets. She didn't want that, either. On the other hand, she and Katt were very different. Katt was far worldlier, but despite Alice's career, she'd allowed herself to remain sheltered in a lot of ways.

  "Katt, tell me the truth—do you think I'm especially naïve?" Alice asked.

  Katt grinned. "Naïve? No. But there's an innocence about you, and that's a refreshing quality in such a jaded world. I suspect Victor finds that quality attractive, too. Don't lose it!"

  "Well, if I enter Victor's world, I'm not sure how much longer I'll remain innocent," Alice pointed out. "I like Victor. I just wonder if there's any way to separate him from BDSM.

  "Are you sure you want to separate him from that? At least tonight you'll have a chance to interact with him away from that club."

  "I know, I know. But his predilections could be a very big part of what I'm attracted to," Alice admitted. "I'm so confused. After the divorce and fighting so hard for my independence, is it outrageous to think about getting into a relationship where I might lose ground?"

  Katt thought about it for a minute, poking at her salad. "I don't think that placing yourself in the hands of a Dom would be a sign of weakness but rather a sign of strength. Does that make sense?"

  "I have to admit that having to be the one in charge most of the time makes the idea of being able to give up control in one part of my life very appealing. I don't have to tell you how Type A my job requires me to be," Alice admitted.

  "No you don't, girl," Katt laughed. Then she grew serious. "Tell me, does anything about the Dom/Sub scene appeal to you at all?"

  Alice nodded. "Some of it is a definite turn-on, but actually taking part in it, I just don't know."

  "Well, keep me updated, okay?"

  "Who else am I going to tell? Mom?" Alice laughed. "Honestly, Katt, if I didn't have you to talk to, I think I'd go crazy."

  The women finished dinner and worked until it was time for the show. Victor arrived right on time, looking surprisingly modern in a suit and tie. As he sat on the set chatting with Katt, Alice studied him. He looked out of place dressed that way; somehow the leather and the old-fashioned clothing she'd seen him in up until now had better suited him.

  Katt was asking Victor why he'd opened the club. Alice was curious about that too and leaned forward in her off-stage chair to hear his response.

  "The BDSM world is one that is very close to my heart," Victor explained. "I could not function without being a Dom. Knowing that others feel as I do, I wanted to create a space that was a safe place to play.

  "A safe place?" Katt asked.

  "Yes, there is great potential for abuse in the world of dominants and submissives. People who engage in this lifestyle should learn how to do it safely, and any time there is an exchange of power, there's the issue of consent. At our club, all submissives are required to have a safeword, and all dominants are expected to honor them.

  "Safewords?" Katt prompted.

  Yes, a word that both participants agree on before play commences. If play gets too overwhelming or painful for the submissive partner, all he or she needs do is to say that word, and the play stops. At the club, our patrons use the word 'red'."

  The two continued to chat until the commercial break, when Alice handed Katt some of the questions that had come in. Victor stood to stretch his legs and came over to Alice. She'd only had a c
hance to greet him briefly. Now he took her hand in his, his eyes crinkling with warmth.

  "You are looking especially lovely tonight, my dear."

  "So do you," Alice said and then cringed. She'd just told the most masculine man she'd ever met that he was looking lovely. He didn't appear to take offense though. He smiled and patted her hand and then returned to take his seat.

  Katt laughed at some of the questions that had come in and showed them to Victor. Alice gave the signal when the cameras were rolling again, and the interview resumed. Katt peppered him with audience questions: was the club invitation only? Did Victor feel that online BDSM flirtations set an unrealistic expectation for the real thing? One viewer asked whether he found BDSM degrading to women. Victor calmly replied that if women wanted to be submissive, then that was as valid a choice as any other, and besides, there were quite a few male submissives.

  When she show ended, Alice congratulated him on how well he'd represented the BDSM lifestyle, and Victor thanked both Katt and Alice for offering a fair, even-handed look at the subject. As they were wrapping up, he asked Alice if she'd care to accompany him out for a drink.

  "Sure," she said, delightfully surprised. The insecure part of her had had worried that Victor's interest in her would end with the show. "That would be great."

  They took his car, a black BMW, and soon he was pulling into the drive of The Beaten Path. The club was in full swing. Alice was dismayed; she was dressed in business attire, not for the club. But instead of going into the parking lot, Victor drove around the back towards the opposite wing of the mansion. He held the car door open for Alice; she enjoyed the rare show of civility. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel that feminine.

  As he unlocked the door on the private wing of the mansion, he said, "This is where I live, Alice. If you are at all uncomfortable, we can go somewhere public."

  Alice thought about the advice she'd given her own daughters: never go to someone's house on a first date. But was this a date? It was just a drink, and besides, there was something about Victor that made her feel safe. Perhaps it was his chivalrous manner.

  "No, this is fine," she heard herself say as she entered his house and followed him to a sitting room. As Victor excused himself to go get them each a glass of wine, Alice took in the surroundings. The room was very nice and very masculine, like Victor himself. The walls were dark, and the antique furniture looked genuine. The overstuffed sofa she sat on was warm and inviting. There were no signs of his lifestyle here—no wall of implements or furnishings designed for punishment. Alice felt somehow relieved by this; she'd not been quite sure what to expect, but it all looked very normal.

  Victor reentered the room, carrying the wine. He'd shed his suit jacket and removed his tie. He looked handsome and relaxed as he handed her the glass and raised his for a toast.

  "To Alice, a woman I hope to get to know very well."

  Alice smiled and clinked her glass with his and then took a sip. The wine was a chilled dark red; as it sat in her mouth it warmed and the flavor came alive. She'd never tasted anything like it and suspected that it must be very expensive. She took a few sips and then set the glass down.

  "Victor, may I ask you a personal question?"

  "Of course, my dear. That's why we are here, is it not?"

  "Yes, I guess it is. At the club, I've noticed that you are either called Master V or Sir. Is the distinction just for play?"

  "It's a term of respect," he said. "To my friends and acquaintances, I am Victor. At the club, where I am Master, I am Master V. To the subs, I am 'Sir.' He paused. "Especially to a sub I am training."

  "Oh," she said, feeling the color rising to her cheeks. She imagined being under his control, calling him 'Sir', and felt a flush of wetness between her legs. She looked up at him, glad that he could not read her mind. Or could he? Victor was studying her intently. She quickly changed the subject. "Your home is lovely. It looks quite old. Was it like this when you bought it?"

  "Oh no," he said. "It was in a terrible state of disrepair. I had to renovate for two years before opening the club. I just finished renovating my living quarters last year. But it's been worth it. I like places with a sense of history. I like old-fashioned charm, old-fashioned customs. Don't you, Alice?"

  "Yes," she said. "It's like a step back in time here."

  "It is," he replied. "And the pace of the club is so frenetic sometimes. This is my sanctuary from public life."

  "Thank you for trusting me enough to show it to me."

  Victor looked pleased with her appreciation of his home. He asked Alice where she lived, and she told him a bit about her childhood home, and how she'd come to live in Las Vegas. She shared that she was recently divorced and had twin girls off to their first year of college.

  "Where were you born?" she asked.

  "In a small village in Luxembourg." Victor opened up and told her he'd been born to a French father and a Spanish mother. Alice learned that Victor had enjoyed a very privileged upbringing, having been educated at prestigious schools and universities in Europe. At one point, he casually mentioned having inherited an "inconsequential title," but did not elaborate.

  "May I ask you a personal question?" Victor asked. He took the wine glass from her and sat it, along with his, on the table.

  Alice was taken by surprise, and suddenly felt nervous. "I ... um ... sure…."

  "What did you expect when you left with me tonight?"

  "I don't really know," she answered, choosing her words carefully. "I guess I was hoping to find out more …"

  "More about me, or more about yourself?" He leaned forward, eyeing her intently. "As a Dom, it is my job to know what a submissive wants. And as shy and innocent as you seem, your body language suggests that you want to do more than talk."

  The feminist in Alice began to balk at his words, but then she stopped herself from getting offended and thought about what he was saying. She was suddenly aware that she'd been crossing and uncrossing her legs in his presence and toying with her hair. She'd been doing everything she could to get his attention without screaming his name. And it wasn't just because he was a good-looking man, but because he was a good-looking dominant man, and she'd not been this excited since she could remember.

  "And if I did … want more, I mean," she began, "then what?"

  "Alice, please stand."

  He rose with her as she obeyed.

  "Now kneel, Alice." Alice felt her breath escape as she looked at Victor. She hesitated for a few moments, debating with herself whether this was a wise thing to do. She felt that, if she did as Victor commanded, there would be no turning back, so she couldn't believe it when she felt her body obey. In fact, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Still, she felt awkward once she was on the carpet, and dropped her eyes, suddenly self-conscious.

  "You are obedient and I appreciate that quality in a sub. But you must learn to follow my orders quickly and without hesitation. Do you understand, Little One?"

  "In a sub, Victor?" she asked.

  "Yes, in a sub," he said, cupping her chin in his hand. "And when you are in submissive mode, Alice, you will refer to me as, 'Sir'. Is that understood?"

  "Yes … Sir," Alice managed to get out. She suddenly felt very aroused and was conscious of her hard nipples, visible through her top.

  "Very good. Now, unbutton your top."

  Alice froze for just a moment before forcing herself to undo the buttons. Her hands were shaking when she dropped them back at her sides. She stared up at Victor as he reached for the front of her unbuttoned shirt and slowly opened it. Then he lowered it halfway down her arms, effectively trapping her arms against her side.

  He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. "You hesitated, Alice. That is disobedience. Do you know what happens to a sub who disobeys her master?

  "No, Sir," Alice replied breathlessly. She was so aroused that it was becoming hard for her to remain kneeling upright.

  "You
will." Victor promised, looking at her intently. He lowered his hand and slid it down her neck and across her shoulder until it came to rest on her shoulder strap. Very slowly he hooked it in his finger and lowered it. Alice didn't dare move; her bra was hanging precariously on the right side. She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs and resisted the urge to squirm.

  Victor lowered the other strap and then reached forward and peeled her bra off of her breasts. He stared at them for the longest time, and Alice felt herself growing self-conscious. Were they too big? Too saggy? She inadvertently struggled to raise her trapped arms in an attempt to cover her nudity.

  My God, I am topless in front of this man after only a few words from him, she thought wildly. What the hell am I doing?

  "Were you trying to cover yourself, Alice?" Victor warned, his voice suddenly firm. "Never cover yourself in front of me."

  "Yes, Sir" she whispered. His commanding voice had caused her feelings of doubt to dissipate.

  Victor reached out with his hand and touched the very point of her left breast. He moved his hand underneath and hefted it, feeling the weight of it in his hand as he worried her nipple with his thumb. Alice, frozen in place, stared at him as she bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if he could see it pounding in her chest.

  He paused for a moment and then kissed hear. Alice moaned, struggling to keep upright against the heady sensation of his mouth on hers, his hand still on her breast. She just wanted to melt, to lie back and open her legs and allow him to have his way with her. But this man wasn't asking; he was taking her, albeit with her full consent. Alice leaned forward, her breasts straining towards him, longing to feel his touch on both of them. Her nipples had peaked into two hard pebbles.

  Victor leaned forward and embraced her. Alice buried her face in his shoulder and rained little kisses on his neck, his Adam's apple, and his chin as he finished removing her top and unhooked her bra. He helped her to her feet and led her to his bedroom. Like the sitting room, the bedroom had dark, wood walls. The centerpiece was a huge four-poster bed with heavy velvet drapes. The bedposts were ornately carved, but Alice had no time to examine them. Victor had pulled her into his arms again and was now moving his hands around to her lower back. He squeezed her bottom through her skirt and then moved to undo the zipper. The skirt slipped to the floor, and she stepped out, clad only in her drenched panties and high-heeled shoes.