A Natural Born Submissive

by Victoria Winters

  "You are exquisite, my little Alice."

  Alice sighed; she didn't know if she believed him or not, but she suddenly didn't care. He'd just made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Victor led her to the bed and pulled back the covers. She lay down and watched as he removed his clothing. His beauty took her breath away. His chest and shoulders were magnificent, his torso muscular. A long, slender semi-erect penis jutted from a nest of hairs at the juncture of his strong thighs. Alice felt her pussy clench in anticipation. She wanted to embrace him, to take him in her mouth and between her legs.

  Victor sat down beside her on the bed. He spoke soothingly to Alice as he took her hands. "I know there is not trust between us, not yet, but you are mine this evening, beautiful girl." As he spoke, he reached into the drawer of the beside table and removed a length of silken rope. Alice watched, mesmerized, as he tied it around her slender wrist.

  "I am going to bind your hands to the headboard. I want them out of the way as I acquaint myself with your beautiful body. Will you trust me to not hurt you while you are in my power?"

  Alice had to remind herself to breathe. She looked up into his bright eyes and gave a nod. He quickly looped the rope over the headboard and attached the other wrist. Suddenly Alice panicked. She began to pull at the restraints and arch her back, looking up at the headboard anxiously.

  "Shhhhh," he whispered, soothingly. He leaned over and began to nuzzle her, kissing her neck, the base of her throat, his fingers dancing over her soft breasts. "Let me love you, Alice. Let me take you places you've never been."

  Alice felt her panic subside as Victor stroked her while continuing to murmur reassurances. She began to relax and let out a soft moan as he took both breasts in his hands and began to stroke her nipples with his thumbs. He kept his eyes locked on hers until he bent to lick one nipple and then the other before beginning to suckle on her breasts.

  Alice longed to touch him, to feel his skin and clutch him to her, but she could not. She was seized by a sense of panic that gave away to release when she finally surrendered to reality. Victor was in control. He rose, and she watched through languid eyes as he put on a condom, the precaution yet another way of assuring his protection of her.

  Victor was kneeling between her legs now, gazing at her with an appreciation that made her feel cherished. He gathered her legs over his arms, opening her completely to him, his hands trailing from her knees down until he had a firm grasp on her upper thighs. Victor lowered his head until Alice could feel his breath upon her.

  Alice was dripping wet, and the knowledge that he was taking in the scent of her arousal only excited her more. When Victor leaned forward and touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, she almost screamed. "Please, please, please," she moaned, begging for him to continue. She felt him blow upon her wetness and her clit throbbed of its own accord.

  "Please what, Alice?" Victor growled. Alice couldn't think, couldn't formulate another word other than 'please'.

  Victor pulled back and savored this perfect moment. He loved the idea of bringing Alice to the very brink and then pulling back, extending her anticipation. He lowered his head and ran his tongue through her slit, flicking her clit and then plunging his tongue deep inside of her.

  "Please, Sir, please, Victor, please, please, please … MASTER!" she screamed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and shoved two fingers deep inside her. Her writhing as she came shook the bed. He continued to tap his tongue against the seat of her pleasure as her spasms went on and on until she wilted, her legs falling to the side. Victor climbed back up until he once more had her luscious breasts in his hands and worried her nipples until Alice began to move once more beneath him. He rose, ready to take her, but he paused for a moment until Alice, her eyes glazed with pleasure, looked up at him.

  "Say it, Alice. Say it again."

  Alice found her voice and looked submissively into his eyes. "Master" she whispered.

  Victor plunged into her as Alice's pussy clenched around his cock. He drove into her repeatedly as she cried out her pleasure.

  Chapter Five

  Alice lay in bed, her head reeling from what had just happened. She'd had her first orgasm in her mid-twenties. It had been bad enough that it had taken that long. Even worse? It had come through masturbation. After it had become abundantly clear that her husband could not please her, she'd had to literally take matters into her own hands.

  She smiled shyly up at Victor as he came out of the bathroom and climbed back into bed with her.

  "Master?" She smiled as she said the word. She liked calling him that.

  "Yes?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling in the darkness.

  "Can I get you something, Sir? More wine, coffee, water, anything?"

  "Actually yes, I would love a cup of coffee," he replied, surprised.

  She didn't want either of them to fall asleep. She knew that her mother was waiting for her, and there were a few things she wanted to discuss with Victor before she left.

  Alice rose from the bed and followed Victor's verbal directions to the kitchen. This was a huge departure for Alice—being openly naked in front of a man. She used to move from the bathroom to bed wrapped in a towel or robe, trying to not let Ray see her naked, lest he offer one of his negative comments. Victor's kind words about her figure had given her confidence. Within a few minutes she was back with a tray holding their coffee. She sat facing him as he leaned back against the headboard to sip his drink.

  "Just how I like it," he said, approvingly.

  "I overheard how you ordered it from the production assistant today."

  Victor smiled at her. "You are indeed a natural-born submissive."

  "Being with you like this is wonderful, Sir," she said. She set her coffee down on the nightstand, took his from him, and set it beside hers. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on his coffee-flavored lips. Victor looked surprised at her sneak attack. She saw something in his eyes, just for a moment, a vulnerability she'd never seen before. He quickly blinked and resumed his usual unreadable expression. Alice quirked an eyebrow at him. "What was that look about?"

  "I rarely kiss, and never at the club," Victor explained.

  "But you've kissed me," Alice started to say, and then realized the importance of that information. "Thank you, Sir," she whispered. "I have a question about what happened in bed," she continued, hesitantly.

  "Of course, you may ask me anything. What is it?"

  "When I was begging you—remember, you stopped and I kept saying please, please, please over and over again, and that was the first time I called you …" she stopped and dipped her chin, suddenly terribly embarrassed.

  "Master?"

  "Yes, that," Alice said, lifting her head. "Was that the 'sexual teasing' you mentioned when you talked about being a—a sadist?"

  "Exactly," Victor replied. His smile turned to concern. "Did you find it too cruel?" he asked.

  Alice gave him a big smile. "Actually, it was quite …" she looked away and searched for the word "… titillating."

  Victor smiled back at her. "And very well timed, don't you agree?"

  "Yes, Sir. By the way, I think I can handle whatever you have to dish out, Sir."

  "Oh you do, do you?" Victor asked, pouncing on her and tickling her until she was shrieking with laughter. He had her pinned to the bed and was leaning over her. "Alice, sadism is about providing a sub with intense stimulation. Sometimes it can be pain, but sometimes it is something else entirely," Victor explained, growing serious again.

  Alice murmured, "You've given me a lot to think about, Sir."

  "Here is something else to think about, Alice. You realize that you were very naughty earlier." Alice swallowed, remembering.

  "Yes sir," she said, looking up at him. "I didn't respond to your orders quickly enough, I know."

  "And now it is time to pay the piper."

  Alice's heart started to speed up. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes as big as saucers.

/>   He climbed off her and out of bed and held out his hand.

  Alice stood, glad that the lights were dim. He led her into the darkened living room, where he took one of the wooden dining room chairs and moved it away from the table, facing her. Alice held back. What was he going to do? He stopped and turned towards her, his eyes meeting hers. He slowly sat in the chair and looked up at her, then patted his lap.

  "Right over, Alice. Bottoms up."

  Alice's eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot to breathe.

  "Again you hesitate, Little One? Then you will receive an especially harsh spanking."

  "Spanking?" Alice squeaked. "Why, I haven't been spanked since I was little!"

  "Then it is well earned and long overdue. Right over." He patted his lap again. Alice gulped and hesitantly climbed over Victor's lap. She could feel herself reddening from head to toe. Even though she knew that this was standard D/S play, the experience was surprisingly embarrassing. She put her hands out on the floor. Victor had one arm over her waist, and she felt firmly held in place.

  Victor began to lecture: "You are mine, Alice. I claimed you this very night. I am your Dom; therefore you must remember to obey me instantly and without reservation. You must trust that I always have your best welfare at heart. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir," Alice said. Her blood was rushing to her head, and she was becoming increasingly embarrassed. She knew that what she'd done was probably not really a punishable offense, but Victor was trying to make a point that he could and would punish her whenever he wanted. Part of her found that terribly exciting, and she felt her pussy clench, even as the ball of fear grew in the pit of her stomach at this new taste of the unknown. She tried to get a better grip on the hardwood floor with her toes, causing her bottom to move back and forth, she not realizing that her wriggling was inflaming her Dom.

  Victor raised his arm and smiled down at his new little sub. "And remember: Your safeword is 'red'." He paused. "What did I just tell you your safeword is?"

  "Red, Sir," Alice meekly replied.

  Victor smiled, pleased, and lifted his hand, preparing to strike. He paused for a moment and then his hand fell.

  Alice rose up on her toes, surprised at how hard his hand was. She bit her lip and stifled a groan. Victor's hand fell a dozen times, and Alice sought to cling to her composure as her bottom began to heat.

  She recalled childhood spankings, delivered by her mother with the dreaded wooden spoon. They were never more than a few swats, delivered to her calves, and only a few times. They were nothing like this, and as the pain increased, Alice began to wriggle.

  "Hold still, Little One. We have only just begun," Victor ordered.

  Alice grimaced and tried to look back at Victor. Wasn't his hand beginning to hurt? With a sinking heart, she realized that he was undoubtedly very experienced at doing this and could probably continue for quite some time.

  Victor was enjoying Alice's distress, and he loved the way her rosy cheeks danced under his hand. He could do this all night, he thought, but reminded himself that his sub was brand new to this, and he reluctantly slowed after twenty spanks that seemed terribly hard to Alice, but were—he knew—not that hard. Even so, Alice was softly crying by the time the spanks stopped and he'd begun to rub her stinging cheeks. After a couple of minutes he patted her gently and ordered her to rise.

  Victor took Alice over to the couch and held her as she came to grips with her punishment. This first spanking could bring up many issues, he well knew. Any suppressed memories of punishment may well come to the forefront of her mind in the wake of her first real discipline as an adult.

  He stroked Alice's hair and whispered how much he cared for her, how well she'd done. As he soothed her, Alice's tears began to escalate. This pleased Victor; he'd have been surprised if she didn't cry. It was important that she share her feelings with her Dom at all times, but especially after discipline. He tilted her head up and began to kiss her tears away.

  "Tell me, Alice. What are you feeling?"

  "I—I feel ashamed, and I'm so sorry. It was just hard for me to instantly obey. It's all so shocking and new."

  "Of course it is difficult for you to give me your unquestioning obedience. You don't know me or trust me well enough yet."

  "You—you know that?"

  "Yes, but I can't condone it. Alice, I am very experienced in the art of dominance. When I give you an order, it is oftentimes for your safety and always because I think it is in your best interest."

  Alice began to cry harder at this.

  "Go on," he nudged, encouraging her to keep talking.

  "I felt so … embarrassed, and it hurt, more than I thought it would. My mother used to use a wooden spoon, but I was never bare. I … I … I …," she hiccupped and suddenly grabbed him around his chest, holding on tightly. It—it made me feel little and naughty … and … I'm—I'm sorry!"

  Victor smiled over her head as she tucked it under his chin.

  "I know you are, Little One, and it's all over now. I wanted to give you a taste of what being with me will be like."

  Alice pulled away and sat looking into Victor's eyes. "Will you—would you ever spank me at the club in front of people?"

  "Do you want me to?" he asked, his eyes twinkling at her.

  "Oh no," she shuddered, "that would be … awful."

  But Victor could feel Alice's true reaction to the idea; a surge of wetness covered his thigh as she wiggled on his lap. He smiled. "Do you remember what I told you that night in the club?"

  "That nothing would happen that I didn't want to have happen?"

  "That's right, Alice. But it is my desire to bring your innermost fantasies to life. Exhibitionism may very well be a part of that. Also, I do safe play demonstrations at the club for educational purposes. If I can't do them with you, I will need to do them with another."

  Alice looked at him as her eyes grew dark. She didn't want him playing with anyone else. He had given her much to think about.

  Alice rose off Victor's lap. She needed to go home where she could process all that had happened. They both dressed, and then Victor gathered her in his arms at the door.

  "You now have a very good idea of what being with me would be like," he said. "Think hard, Alice. If you decide to move forward with this, you know where to find me. Be aware that if you return to the club, I will not go easy on you." He could feel Alice tremble at his words.

  Victor stood in the drive and watched the cab pull away, pleased with what his evening had revealed about Alice. She was brave, adventurous, and apparently hadn't suffered abuse in her life. He had very much wanted her to spend the night but knew she wasn't quite ready for that yet. He had given her much to think about, and he knew that Alice would need time to let everything settle in. He was confident she would return to him and eager to see how long that would take.

  It was nearly 3:00 a.m. when the cab dropped Alice off in front of her house. Luckily, her mother was used to her returning home late on show nights and wasn't waiting up for her. She went into her room and dressed for bed, turning in front of the mirror and lifting her nightgown to survey her bottom. It still displayed the blush from Victor's spanking. She smiled at this physical manifestation of the dark desires she'd finally found the courage to act upon.

  She slept especially well, and when she awoke the next morning, it was to the smell of baking and the sound of voices in the kitchen. As she made her way down the hallway, her sense of dread grew as she recognized one of them.

  "Ray! What are you doing here?" Alice asked, warily.

  "Your mother tells me you got in very late last night."

  Alice glared at him and turned to look at her mother angrily.

  "I had to stay late taking calls because the show dealt with such a sensitive subject matter," she explained, angry for feeling she even had to.

  "It was smut," Ray remarked.

  Alice ignored him.

  "I kind of liked it, dear," her mother said.
/>   "Well, I'm glad you both saw it," Alice said, shuffling into the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. She grabbed a freshly-baked blueberry muffin, came back out and stood by the couch.

  "Sit down, Alice," her mother said.

  "I prefer to stand, thank you." She glared at Ray. Her mother was always inviting him over, hoping they'd get back together. She had always liked Ray, mainly because Alice had not shared the details of his infidelity with anyone in her family, preferring to keep the truth behind the divorce private for the sake of the girls.

  "I like it there—the Beaten Path," her mother said, in a matter-of-fact way. Both Alice and Ray turned to stare at her.

  "You've been to the Beaten Path?" Alice asked, appalled.

  "Yup, I've been going there for years. They have a top-notch dance floor. They rent it out on weeknights for all sorts of groups. Monday nights they set up tables for Drag Queen Bingo. On Tuesdays there's salsa dancing, gay country-and-western dancing on Wednesdays, and ballroom dancing on Thursdays. I go to Drag Queen Bingo frequently. There's a very nice drag queen, Bellissima who runs it."

  Alice just stared at her for a moment and then turned to Ray. "What are you doing here?" she asked, changing the subject.

  "Nice," Ray said. "What kind of greeting is that?" Alice didn't reply, buty just continued to glare at him.

  "Actually, I went to see the girls last night and took them out for dinner. I came over to tell you about it."

  "This early in the morning?" Alice asked skeptically.

  "It's noon, dear," her mother gently pointed out. She turned to Ray. "And how are the girls?"

  "Doing well," Ray replied. "Cassidy is struggling with Biology and Casey is hooking her up with a friend for tutoring. They went to a mandatory freshman mixer and made new friends."