Undercover Submissive

by Michelle Hughes

  Rubbing her face against his calf, she had no idea how to thank him for this. Part of her was shamed by how affected she was, while the other side was cheering in her mind at finally being able to feel so deeply. She never wanted to leave this room or him, she thought to herself. If only she could spend the rest of her life like this, her mind considered.

  He waited until her tears had stopped before reaching down and pulling her up to him. His hand went under her chin and he smiled down into her eyes. "You were beautiful dancing for me girl," lowering his lips to her forehead he kissed her tenderly. Walking over to a large leather couch he sat down. "Come rest," he entreated softly. He knew she needed time to gather her thoughts and he needed time to reflect on how well she came undone under his hands.

  He patted his lap and she crawled up, curling her hands against his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. She was completely spent and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. She wanted to tell him thank you, but found she had no energy to speak, lethargy rolled through her body.

  Dylan hadn't meant to continue their session as long as he had. An hour was entirely too long for someone who had never known the flogger before, and he held her tightly to him. He had never expected her to dance so perfectly for him. In all his time as a Master he had never seen a girl give over so completely. A strange feeling of possession overcame him, he wanted to brand her his and the thought thrilled him. The sounds of her even breathing let him know she had fallen asleep.

  He decided mentally that he must take greater care of his pet from that moment forward. She didn't yet know her limitations and it was his job to make sure she wasn't pushed too far. He allowed her to sleep until she awoke half an hour later. Not pleased with how hard he had pushed her they spent the rest of the afternoon introducing her to the dungeon equipment by name and use only.

  5 DAY TWO

  Throughout the night as she lay bound in his bed, her mind went over the emotions brought forth during the dungeon play before. A part of her struggled to understand how she could be that woman that enjoyed the sensations he opened her up to. She was the normal sister, she tried to tell herself, the one that always did what was right. But the woman that had come undone under the flogger, that was her sister's life, the bonds were becoming stifling.

  "Dylan," she whispered and felt a strange sense of claustrophobia and the need to escape. With her hands bound the way they were she couldn't shake him, so she used her foot to nudge him. He was sleeping so soundly and for reasons she couldn't explain even that made her angry. "Dylan!" Raising her voice she knew if he didn't wake up soon she was going into full panic mode.

  He woke up abruptly from her loud cry and turned over to smile at her. The look on her face quickly turned his smile into a look of concern. "Did you have a nightmare?" He wasn't prepared for the panic that filled her beautiful eyes.

  "I want you to untie me," she couldn't look at him, afraid if she did she wouldn't have the nerve to ask him to take her home.

  Understanding immediately that she was having a panic attack, he moved in haste to remove the bonds. The way she shot out of the bed had him raising his eyebrow in shock. "Sweetheart why don't you come lay back down and tell me what's going on." He instinctively knew that she wasn't on board with that idea at all as she backed away a few steps.

  "I want to go home." Her voice was defeated, but she could care less. She needed to be away from him and take some time to think. There had to be a way to rescue Cait and not allow this strange lifestyle to overcome her mind.

  He slid out of bed, confused at what was going through her mind but seeing her agitation. "Of course I'll take you home Cayce, but I think we should talk first." What had happened while he slept he wondered, he was trying to put the pieces together mentally, but nothing seemed to fit.

  "I don't want to talk to you, I just want to go home, now!" Without hesitation she slid off the ankle and wrist cuffs, and then the collar around her neck. Not forgetting the annoying plug, she reached behind her and dislodged it throwing it on the ground. How could she have allowed him to do that to her, she thought in disgust.

  She walked into the closet and pulled out her suitcase and began packing hastily and he could only watch in stunned amazement. Knowing there was no sense in trying to talk with her until she calmed down, he walked over to his closet and got dressed quickly. Glancing at his watch he noticed it was two in the morning, and shook his head.

  She still couldn't look at him as he picked up her suitcase and silently walked out of the room. The sooner she was back in her own apartment the better. They would come up with another idea, she told herself. He had to know tons of women that enjoyed this lifestyle that could pull off the invitation to the island, she thought as he walked over to his car and opened the door for her.

  "Could you at least give me the courtesy of telling me what this is all about Cayce," he tried to maintain his own temper as he drove but it was almost impossible without knowing what the true problem was.

  "I'm not that girl Dylan," staring out the window she felt tears fill her eyes.

  "And what girl would that be Cayce?" What was she talking about, he was really trying to read her mind and that wasn't going so well.

  "The girl that enjoys the things we did. Or the one that parades around naked in front of people, allowing a man to make her forget herself." She spoke all the words in a rush before she chickened out and didn't allow herself to say them.

  It finally dawned on him that she was confused and dealing with her own acceptance of her true nature. "Honey, there's nothing unusual about what you're feeling right now." How could he have been such a blind idiot he thought to himself, the girl had no idea about his lifestyle and of course she was second guessing herself.

  "Of course not, but there's something very wrong about how I felt when you, "she paused looking for the right words, "when you did that stuff to me." She didn't want to sound like she was accusing him because she wasn't, the problem was her.

  "Cayce there's nothing wrong with you enjoying your own sexuality sweetheart," he felt like a complete ass for not taking time out to discuss the scene after it happened yesterday. He was acting like a new Master and she was paying the price for it.

  "It's not sexuality, its well it's not normal." She didn't want to talk bad about something he obviously enjoyed, but she wasn't that kind of person she told herself self-righteously.

  "What is normal Cayce, and who decides what that is?" He understood her confusion. Society tried to dictate acceptable forms of pleasure, even he had issues in the beginning when he discovered his own needs. "Tell me something Cayce, how did you feel when I flogged you?"

  "It doesn't matter how I felt, it was not me," she said feeling resentful that he was asking her to speak about it.

  "Humor me then please," he coaxed, needing her to at least admit her true feelings on the matter.

  "I felt free, like finally for the first time in my life it was okay to feel." Even as she spat out the words, she realized the truth in what she was saying. "Are you happy, is that going to make you sleep better at night knowing that I'll have to fight what I know I crave now?"

  "What doesn't make me happy is that you're fighting your own needs so hard you won't let the truth find you honey." He spoke quietly keeping his hands on the wheel and focusing on the road. She had to make this choice on her own. If she truly wanted her freedom then he couldn't or wouldn't deny her it.

  Crossing her arms over her chest, she attempted to shut his words out but her mind wasn't listening. Tears filled her eyes again and she closed them tightly fighting her own emotions. She wanted to hate and blame him but she knew the truth and it wasn't him she was running from. The questions flew around in her thoughts and it was hard to admit that she'd never know the answers if she kept running. Was there a part of her that craved surrendering her entire will to him? Would she come to a point where this no longer enticed her?

  He forced himself not to speak. Anything he would say to he
r right now would be in his own best interests and not hers. This had started way to fast and he should have refused to rush it. If there were more time he could have moved slowly and built her up.

  "Sir," she had no idea what she was doing here, "take me back." She spoke the words softly, not wanting to give herself more time to think.

  Her words shocked him and he pulled the car over to the side of the road, needing a minute to think before he wrecked. "You want to go back?" He should refuse her, he told himself it was the right thing to do. She wasn't ready for this, and even though he wanted to continue there was no way her own mental security could be compromised.

  "I don't know, Sir" she admitted in confusion. She wanted to stay with him but was still afraid of the things he made her feel. Before she could change her mind she told him just that.

  Smiling for the first time since she had awakened him, he shook his head. "We are going to go back, but to talk only for now Cayce." Turning the car around, he headed back to his mansion. There was no reason to be driving around in the middle of the night, he thought to himself logically. The truth was he didn't want her to leave either. Even if they made the decision not to move on with the farce, he didn't want their time together ending in a way that left her with bad feelings toward him.

  They pulled up in front of the mansion and he got out and opened her door. He was unprepared as she got out and her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, holding him as if her entire world would slip away if she let go. Without any thought his arms moved around her waist and held her tightly to him. This woman was quickly working her way into his heart and the thought of wanting to protect her even at the risk of his own needs was overwhelming to a man like him.

  She didn't understand the emotions moving through her mind that demanded he forgive her. A part of her knew that she had almost ruined everything by her own insecurities and it terrified her how much she was coming to need this man. "I'm so sorry, Sir," she couldn't stop the tears that fell down her cheeks or the overwhelming sense of failure that filled her at the thought of disappointing him.

  Pulling back to look into her eyes he felt his own body respond to the site of her beautiful tears. Reaching down he grabbed her hand, knowing that they were going to talk before he did what his mind was demanding and took her upstairs to his bed. Leading her back into the mansion and into the study he fought for his own control. He wasn't the type of man that did things impulsively and he damn sure wasn't going to start now with this woman.

  She sat down in the chair in front of his desk feeling like she was at a business meeting, rather than in the room with the man that controlled her passion. Her hands clasped together in her lap and she lowered her eyes to them, feeling more than a little unsure of what he would say.

  The smart thing to do would be to call this entire thing off until he got her sister back, he told himself. He wanted to train this girl but not for someone else, for his own desires and that wasn't what this was about at the moment. "Cayce I think we need to rethink what we're doing here." He spoke the words and didn't like the way they rolled off his tongue. He was selfish enough to admit he wanted her on his own terms now.

  "I know I overreacted," she kept her eyes on her hands, "but I can still do this, Sir." She fought back the tears at how easy it was for him to turn her away. The truth was it wasn't just about her sister for her anymore, it was about her needs as well.

  "You reacted the way anyone would that had not been initiated into this lifestyle the right way." He refused to let her take the blame for his own error in judgment. "It's not your fault Cayce, we're trying to pack months of training into a few days."

  "But I can handle this," she forced her eyes to his, "I think the real problem is I enjoyed it too much and wanted more and it really frightened me." She refused to be anything but honest with him after the way she had reacted.

  "The truth is Cayce, most of this is more mental than physical and it's not going to get any easier." They had barely touched the tip of what he expected from a submissive and she was ready to fold, he wasn't sure she was mentally ready to explore those emotions.

  He could see she was ready to argue with him and decided to lay it out plainly so there would be no questions about what he expected from anyone he trained. "When I scene in public Cayce, I don't hold back. The submissive's I train are viewed as pain sluts and if I go in with anyone not prepared in that then they'll know it's an act. Do you understand what that means?" He refused to baby her and if she wanted to carry this out then she deserved to understand just how far he would bend her will.

  "I would be lying if I said I understood what that meant, Sir." The idea of being anyone's slut, even his was not very comforting she thought to herself.

  "Then maybe it's time you did understand," he stood up and motioned for her to follow him. He didn't stop walking until they reached the dungeon. He had planned on introducing her to each different act during the week gradually, but the last thing he wanted was her to balk during the middle and force him to find another submissive then to take her place.

  Walking over to the chest he pulled out several toys and placed them on a cushioned examining table. Picking up a pony plug, he held it up so she could view it. "Do you remember what I told you this was?" He had discussed all his toys with her in detail yesterday after the flogging scene.

  "I think you called it a pony tail, Sir?" It was an odd toy that looked like a phallus on one end with colorful leather straps hanging from the other.

  "All my submissive's wear this in public Cayce," his hand grasped the seven inch probe before putting it in her hands. "This is the reason I started using the plug training with you, you'll notice it's not exactly small."

  The thought of that huge thing inside her made her tense. It was already uncomfortable wearing the smaller plug he changed her to yesterday. Oddly enough, she felt strange not wearing it at the moment and that confused her. "It won't fit, Sir."

  He chuckled softly, "It would have by the end of the week, your body is very pliable Cayce." At her disbelieving look he smiled, "Each day I would have changed the plug for a thicker, longer one until you accepted it easily."

  Just talking about it made her ache and she shifted her legs attempting to fight the image had her more than a little aroused. "That wouldn't have been intolerable," she whispered with a soft blush finding her cheeks.

  He was able to read her body language easily and decided to move on before he gave in to the idea of testing her words. Picking up a small clamp with a long bell attached to it, he handed it over to her. "This is also worn by every submissive I scene with," he opened the clamp as she held it, "this goes on your clit and gives a nice little pinch and each time you move the bell jingles."

  Again she felt her body respond to the thought of having the small little clamp there. "Does it hurt, Sir?" She couldn't imagine it being very comfortable but then again she'd never really been stimulated that way before.

  "It takes some getting used to I've been told," the pressure was usually enough to make a submissive come easily when tugged on, he thought to himself. "When I do a scene with this on I like to use a crop on the same area, it heightens the pain senses." He waited for her reaction.

  "So you actually use the crop against, um the sensitive area?" This sounded extremely painful and again her mind was torn between arousal and fear as she thought about it.

  "The truth is Cayce that my submissive's surrender to my pleasure, which means that whatever I choose to do to your body, you allow to please me." He wanted that fact to sink home with her. "By giving over your own needs, you allow me to take you beyond what you thought yourself capable of enduring. Of course if it's so overwhelming that you can't handle it, then you have your safe words."

  She considered his words and tried to understand why any woman would agree to this. Remembering how she had felt under the flogger yesterday it made a little more sense to her. By trusting him she had found a pleasure greater than any she had known before. There w
as also a strange sense of fulfillment in pleasing him, knowing she had put her entire life in his hands. The thought of disappointing him made her own heart ache, she could only guess that was how other submissive's felt that discovered this life.

  "I use these clamps on the breasts," he let the small clamps connected with a small chain fall into her hands. "Depending on my mood, I might lead my submissive around by them instead of a collar and leash." He watched her inspect them, running her fingers over the clamps. "There is one scene I have in mind that I know Serif will be unable to resist." It was very advanced and this should open her eyes to the seriousness of the situation.

  "Serif has been known to push a submissive to the absolute limit of what she can tolerate." He didn't mention that he enjoyed testing such boundaries himself because it really didn't matter at the moment. "Rape scenes are a huge turn on for him and I thought to create something that would entice him to the point of aching to do that to you, instead of just watching me."

  "You, planned on raping me in front of him, Sir?" She wasn't sure what to say to that. How did a person agree or disagree with rape, she thought, attempting to understand his motives.

  "The idea Cayce would be to make it appear like rape, it's very hard to commit such an act when the submissive has her safe words in play." "All of those items I've just shown you would be used and I would do some very extensive bondage as well to whet his appetite even more." He knew that Serif wouldn't be able to resist, he was having a hard time, if he was honest with himself.

  "So you're saying we would have sex in front of him, Sir," she whispered the words shocked. What concerned her more was the fact that she wanted to be with him that way, but definitely not in front of another person.

  "Sex isn't a dirty word Cayce, and not the normal way."

  "I'm afraid you lost me on the normal thing, Sir."