MMA ROMANCE: PATH TO SUBMISSION

by T. A. LESNER

  I lay at her feet, embracing her knees.

  "Things will end badly, Eric," she said soberly.

  "It will never end!," I cried.

  "If you cannot love me, then I want to be your slave, serve you, suffer everything from you, if only you won't drive me away."

  “Your way is not the way to win and hold me,” she said.

  "I want to do everything, absolutely everything, that you want, only not to lose you," I replied.

  "Please, get up."

  I obeyed her command.

  "You are a strange person," continued Victoria. "You wish to possess me at any price?"

  "Yes, at any price." I said.

  "But of what value, for instance, would that be?" She pondered with hesitation.

  "What if I belonged to another?"

  A shudder ran through me. I looked at her, she stood firmly and confident before me, and her eyes disclosed a cold gleam.

  "The very thought frightens you," she said smiling.

  "I feel a perfect horror when I imagine that the woman I love could give herself to another man regardless of my emotions. This would send me into a state of madness. If I cannot obtain the woman who will faithfully and truly share my life, well then I don't want anything halfway or lukewarm.”

  “If that is my fate I would rather be subject to a woman without virtue, fidelity, or pity. Such a woman in her magnificent selfishness is likewise an ideal. If I am not permitted to enjoy the happiness of love, fully and wholly, I want to taste its pains and torments to the very end; I want to be mistreated and betrayed by the woman I love, and the more cruelly the better. This too is a luxury."

  "Have you lost your senses," cried Victoria.

  "I love you with all my senses, and your presence and personality are absolutely essential to me. Have me forever or make me your slave."

  "Very well," she said, “it seems to me it would be rather entertaining to have a man who loves me, completely in my power; at least I will not lack pastime. You were careless enough to leave the choice to me. Therefore I choose you to be my slave, I shall make a plaything for myself out of you!"

  "Oh, please do," I said with a hint of angst.

  "If the foundation of a relationship depends on equality and agreement, it is likewise true that the greatest passions rise out of opposites. We are such opposites. That is why my love is part hate and part fear.” I say.

  “In such a relation only one can be hammer and the other nail. I wish to be the nail. I cannot be happy when I subjugate the woman I love. I want to adore a woman, and this can only happen when she is cruel towards me."

  Then, an irresistible impatience seized me. I stepped closer and embraced her beautiful warm body and kissed her moist lips. What joy for me to be pressed against her. I played with her hands with teenage curiosity.

  "You have an interesting way of arousing my imagination, stimulating my senses and making my pulse beat faster. You are the kind of man who will corrupt the soul of a woman," she said with a smile.

  Victoria turned and proceeded to the fireplace where she had kindled a small fire.

  "The nights are getting colder already. I am afraid you may not like it, but I can't remove my furs until the room is sufficiently warm," she said.

  "Of course, but why do you have this great penchant for furs?"

  “Furs have a stimulating effect on the body. It is a physical stimulus which sets you tingling, and no one can escape it. This is the way God intended,” she said while sensually stroking the fur.

  “Nothing can intensify my passion more than tyranny, cruelty, and especially the faithlessness of a beautiful woman,” I replied.

  “I understand," Victoria interrupted.

  "It gives a dominant and imposing quality to a woman," I said.

  "Not only that," I continued, “with me, everything has its roots in the imagination, that’s how my soul gets its nourishment. To suffer and endure cruel torture seems to me exquisite delight, especially when it is inflicted by a beautiful woman. In a woman and her beauty I see something special, because the most important function of existence is her sexuality.”

  She put her hand on my neck. I was seized with a sweet intoxication under the influence of this little hand.

  “I yearn to be the slave of a woman, a beautiful woman, whom I love, whom I worship. Who disciplines and whips me, places her foot upon my body, all while she gives herself to another,” I said.

  "We women are inventive," she said.

  "Take notice, when you find your ideal woman she may treat you more cruelly than you anticipate," she added.

  "I am afraid that I have already found my ideal woman!" I exclaimed while kneeling to the ground with my face into her lap. As her furs separated, her fragrance and vision of subtle pubic hair delighted my senses and I began to get aroused.

  I then seized her hands.

  "Once more I beg you to stay with me forever. If you can't do that then become the embodiment of my ideal woman, without softness and with diabolical astringency. Nothing halfway. If you can't be true and loyal to me, be a demon."

  I was nervous from the proximity of a beautiful woman and it affected me like a fever. I kissed her feet, and finally raised her foot and put my neck under it.

  "I adore you so infinitely that I am willing to suffer anything from you, for the sake of spending my whole life with you,” I said.

  She walked across the room and opened a door. Inside were whips, long whips with a short handle, the kind that are used on horses.

  "Are these satisfactory?" she said rhetorically.

  “No, they are much too small," she continued with a devilish glance at me. "I need a large one!”

  She looked further and finally selected a sizable whip. Immediately, I was overcome with trepidation.

  "Dangerous forces lie within me," she said, while walking in my direction.

  "You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure and pain in glowing colors. Should I try my hand at them, and make you the first object of my experiments?”

  "Oh, how beautiful you are." I whispered.

  "Do I please you?" She stepped before the mirror, and looked at herself with proud satisfaction.

  "You drive me wild!"

  "Remove your shirt,” she said.

  I complied and began to stand up.

  "No!" she exclaimed, "stay as you are, kneeling." She clutched the whip and let it hiss through the air; then she slowly removed the furs exposing her naked body.

  "Exquisite!" I exclaimed.

  "Silence, slave!" She scowled and struck me with the whip.

  “Pains that come through you are a joy.”

  “Strike again Victoria if it gives you pleasure”

  “Whip me, I begged, whip me without mercy."

  Victoria swung the whip twice like a novice.

  "Are you satisfied now?"

  "No!” I screamed, “whip me! I beg you! It is a joy to me!” Then tossed myself face to the floor at her feet.

  “Become my slave, and know what it means to be delivered into the hands of a woman."

  Then she cracked the whip.

  "Get up!" She screamed.

  I was about to rise.

  "Not that way," she commanded, "turn away from me!"

  I obeyed, and she began to apply the lash again with much more authority. The blows fell rapidly and powerfully on my back and arms. Each one cut into my flesh and burned there, but the pains enraptured me. They came from her whom I adored, and for whom I was ready at any hour to lay down my life.

  She stopped.

  "I am beginning to enjoy it," she said.

  "But enough for today. I am beginning to feel a demonic curiosity to test the limits of your conformity. I take a cruel joy in seeing you tremble beneath my whip, and in hearing your groans and wails. I want to go on whipping without pity until you beg for mercy, until you lose your senses. You have awakened dangerous elements in my body. But now get up."

  I s
eized her hand to press it to my lips. She shoved me away with her foot and retrieved her furs. At that moment my face hit the floor. I began to feel disoriented and things became blurry.

  END OF CHAPTER 2

  3

  Having spent a feverish night filled with confused dreams, I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I found myself still at Mr. White’s estate sitting in front of the fireplace that has long burned out. How much of what was hovering in my memory was true; what had I actually experienced and what had I dreamed? That I had been whipped was certain. I can still feel each blow.. My dream has become truth. All this cannot express in the remotest way my feeling for her, my complete devotion to her. What happiness to be her slave!

  I spotted Mr. White and his blonde housekeeper sitting at his kitchen table reading the newspaper and having a cup of coffee.

  “Would you like to join us and have a cup?” he asked.

  “I would love some coffee,” I replied.

  After his housekeeper poured the coffee she left the room so we could chat.

  “Mr. White, what is your general feeling towards women,” I asked.

  "I respect a woman who is either virtuous and lives according to her own convictions, or who openly lives for pleasure's sake and is guided by her passions," he said.

  "But you see, a woman can only do that in the rarest cases. She can neither be as openly sensual, nor as spiritually free as a man; her state is always a mixture of the sensual and spiritual.”

  Her heart desires to enslave a man forever, while she herself is ever subject to the desire for change. The result is a conflict that begins a series of lies and deception that manifest into her actions and personality and corrupt her character."

  "Certainly from my experience that is true," I said, “the unreasonable ideals of love that exist in a woman leads her to deception and weak character."

  "Every woman has the instinct or desire to seek advantages from her attractions, and if she does it in cold blood, she can reap its rewards ," he said.

  “What are you saying?" I said.

  “Take note of what I am about to say to you. Never feel secure with the woman you love, for there are more dangers in a woman's nature than you imagine. Women are neither as good as their admirers maintain, nor as bad as their enemies make them out to be. A woman's character is flawed.”

  “The best woman will momentarily go down into the dirt, and the worst unexpectedly rises to deeds of greatness and goodness and puts to shame those that despise her. No woman is so good or so bad, but that at any moment she is capable of the most diabolical as well as the most divine, of the filthiest as well as of the purest, thoughts, emotions, and actions,” he continued.

  “In spite of all the advances of civilization, a woman has remained as she came out of the hand of nature. She has the nature of an animal, who is either feared or fearful, according to the impulse that dominates at the moment. Throughout history it has always been a serious deep culture which has produced moral character. Man even when he is selfish or evil always follows principles, a woman never follows anything but impulses. Don't ever forget that, and never feel secure with the woman you love."

  “That is very profound Mr. White,” I said.

  I sit in silence for a moment while I contemplate what Mr. White has just told me. I do not want to overstay my welcome so I finish my coffee and return to my home.

  Later that evening I lay on my bed thinking about my previous encounter with Victoria. I wonder when I will see her next. I close my eyes and begin to fall asleep.

  As I begin to dream I turn my head and she is standing in the doorway, holding out her hand in a friendly gesture.

  "I am ashamed of myself," she says.

  “Why?" I reply.

  "Please try to forget the ugly scene of yesterday," she says with a quivering voice.

  "I have fulfilled your mad wish, now let us be reasonable and happy."

  “My angel," I whisper, "I am your slave."

  Victoria interrupts.

  "Not another word of slavery, cruelty, or the whip."

  "I will not grant you any of those favors!” she exclaims.

  “But I require this treatment from you and all of the attention and passion it gives me,! I say.

  "You are not a man, you are a dreamer, and you certainly would be a priceless slave, but I cannot imagine anyone wishing for this kind of treatment."

  I was frightened with the consequences of her words.

  "What is the matter? You are trembling?" she said.

  "I tremble at the thought of how easily I might lose you," I replied.

  "Are you made less happy now, because of this?" she replied.

  "Does it rob you of any of your joys, that I have belonged to another before I did to you, that others after you will possess me, and would you enjoy less if another were made happy simultaneously with you?"

  "I believe," she said, “that to hold a man permanently, it is vitally important to mistreat him.”

  "There is a painful stimulus in the mistreatment by a beloved woman. It is the highest form of ecstasy," she added.

  "Is this your belief?" Victoria asked quickly.

  "Yes, I hold strong to this belief."

  "And if I should give you that pleasure," She exclaimed mockingly.

  "I will suffer terribly, I will endure anything so as not to lose you,” I said.

  "Promise never to leave me, I want you to have the demonic greatness of saying to me you will only stay if I worship you and become your slave," I added.

  “Fine, then be my slave!” she said.

  "Be your slave!" I exclaimed.

  "Be your unrestricted property, without a will of my own, of which you could abuse as you wished, While you are surrounded by luxury and devour happiness and joy, I want to be your servant, put on and take off your shoes," I said.

  "You really aren't so far from wrong," replied Victoria.

  "For only as my slave could you deserve my full attention. Furthermore, the freedom of enjoyment is unthinkable without slavery. It must give a person a sense of incredible superiority to see a man kneel before them and tremble.”

  “I want you as my slave, do you hear me Eric?"

  "Yes!” I said, “I want you to have real power over me, I want my life to be in your hands, I want nothing that could protect or save me from you. Oh, what a voluptuous joy when once I feel myself entirely dependent upon your absolute will, your whim, at your beck and call. And then what happiness, when at some time you indulge to be gracious, and I may kiss your lips which mean life and death to me."

  I knelt down, and leaned my forehead against her knee.

  "You are talking like you are irrational," said Victoria agitatedly, "and you really love me so endlessly? You really want to be my slave?"

  "I swear to you now by God and my honor, that I shall be your slave, wherever and whenever you wish it, as soon as you command," I exclaimed.

  "All this appeals to me," she said.

  "It is different from anything else I’ve encountered. To know that a man who worships me, is dependent on my desire and caprice, wishes to become my possession and slave.”

  She then embraced me and drew me back onto the couch. She began to kiss my neck, and this silent language was so comprehensible, so convincing.

  It told me more than I dared to understand. What a voluptuous softness there was in the look of her half-closed eyes, in the black magic of her hair which shimmered faintly under the candlelight, her furs parting like the red sea for my indulgence. My lips follow the path of her neck down over her soft breasts and into her lap. I stay there allowing my senses to overload with the fragrance of a woman. Her legs spread ever so conveniently for the aroma to escape into my airway as I breath in and out. I become intoxicated with ecstasy.

  "Please," I stammered.

  "Do with me what you will," she whispered.

  "Well, then whip me, or I will go mad." I said

  "Haven't I forbidden you,"
said Victoria sternly.

  "You are villainous," I said, “I am deeply in love with you."

  I dropped to my knees, and buried my face in her lap once more. Her fragrance was now like a chemical dependence.

  "Your madness is nothing but a demonic, unsatisfied sensuality. Your unnatural way of life must generate such illnesses,” said Victoria thoughtfully.

  "Well then, make me sane," I murmured.

  There was silence as my hands played with her luxurious fur while my arm indirectly caressed her silky pubic hair. It stimulated my entire soul. I moved my face up her thigh to the source of my euphoria. I lay there in plain view once more. Breathing in and out.

  She suddenly gripped my face and kissed me savagely, pitilessly, as if she wanted to slay me with her kisses. I was as in a delirium, but now I, too, was breathless. I sought to free myself.

  "What is the matter?" asked Victoria.

  "I am suffering agonies." I said

  "You are suffering?" she said with a smile.

  "Have you no idea?" I said.

  She was serious all of a sudden. She raised my head in her hands, and with a violent gesture drew me to her breast.

  "Victoria," I stammered.

  "Of course, you enjoy suffering," she said with a laugh, "but wait, I'll give you a taste of what you desire."

  "Whether you want to belong to me for always or for only a brief moment of time. I want to drain my happiness to the full,” I said.

  "Now you are talking madness," she replied.

  She kissed me again with her murderous lips. her naked breast surged against my chest.

  Suddenly things changed and my thoughts became disoriented.

  I remember a moment when I saw blood dripping from my hand.

  "Did you scratch me?" I said

  "No, I believe, I have bitten you," she replied with an evil laugh.

  I felt a rush of weakness in my body. I sit down in a chair as my surroundings fade to black.

  END OF CHAPTER 3

  4

  I awoke the next morning by a ray of warmth stroking my face. I must have fallen asleep in the living room while sitting in my favorite leather chair. The room was bright with the Sun shining through the window and I heard my housekeeper cleaning in the next room. I was still a little dazed from just waking up and the bright Sun made keeping my eyes closed more bearable. I called for Florence to come and close the curtains.