A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  To prove my point, I jumped up out of his lap and tried to push him down, so I could climb on top of him and show him my new found devotion. My efforts didn’t budge him in the slightest. Was he made of steel?

  Laughing deeply, he stood up and turned me around. “You need to rest now. Come on, into bed.”

  I pouted, not making any attempt to move. He turned me back to face him, and the look he gave me made me wish I had done as he asked. Spinning me back around, he clamped a hand down on my back and bent me over, spanking me hard on the ass.

  “You’re going to have to learn obedience, little one. And I’m really looking forward to teaching you.” He spanked me even harder, twice more, and my ass burned.

  Letting me stand back up, I quickly climbed into the large bed and dived under the covers.

  Even after his punishment, I was desperate not to be separated from him so soon. I wasn’t ready to give up the taste and touch of him. Despite my sore ass, my whole body was quivering for more. Like an addiction, I was craving him—his domination, a drug that made me feel alive, sensuous and begging for his attention.

  “You’re going to be receiving a lot more discipline from me, Liza, if you don’t curb the attitude.”

  I peeked up at him. His eyes moved to the chair and I followed his gaze, seeing a couple more belts hanging on the back. I looked back at him, worried. A small smile was tugging at his lips, but there was a definite warning tone in his voice when he spoke again.

  “You’re mine now, and my word is law. Remember that, Liza.”

  I nodded and saw his face begin to frown.

  “Yes, Sir,” I added quickly.

  His expression softened and he leant down, kissing me on my forehead. He stood back up and I watched him walk away from me, broad shoulders, long muscular legs and a nice, tight ass.

  He turned at the door. “I’ll be back in a while, so get some sleep now.”

  Steve closed the door firmly and I lay back, going over the last few minutes in my mind. My ass felt tender, but the rest of my body felt warm and sated. Just thinking of what was to come made my insides quiver with anticipation.

  It had grown dark and the room was bathed in the glow of a tall lamp standing by the dresser. I watched the second hand of an old fashioned clock on the nightstand go around three times before I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

  Chapter Three

  A loud, angry voice and a slamming door dragged me from my dreamless sleep. Startled, my eyes snapped wide open and I sat up, staring groggily around the dark room. Someone had turned the lamp off and closed the curtains. I sat there in the darkness, not quite knowing what to do as Steve continued to rant furiously right by the bedroom door. Apparently, someone had really pissed him off.

  The conversation ended abruptly and I lay back down, quite still as Steve entered the room. He left the door ajar, and the hall light allowed me to watch him move silently to the dresser. He took out a shirt, pulled it on and grabbed a jacket from the chair next to it. As he did so, it occurred to me that he must spend quite some time here if he kept clothes in the spare room. Even after what had passed between us, I still felt very much like the outsider.

  “I’m awake,” I said, my voice sounding small, in the large room.

  He swung around in surprise and reached to turn on the lamp before coming to sit on the bed, close beside me. Glancing at the clock, I saw I’d been asleep for a few hours.

  He had a hardened expression, but his words reassured me.

  “I’m sorry I woke you, sweetheart. I have to go out for a while, but I want you to stay right here. Helen is next door if you need anything.” A small smile broke his serious expression and he lifted a finger to gently stroke my cheek. “You are just as beautiful when you’re sleeping.”

  I smiled back, wanting to run my hand over the stubble that had begun to appear since I saw him last. “Is everything all right? You sounded so angry in the hallway. I don’t mean to pry or anything,” I added as a frown returned and his mouth set in a grim line.

  “I just have to take care of a small problem,” he answered, his appearance almost menacing in the dim light.

  I must have looked worried because he immediately reached over, pulling me to him, my breasts crushing against his chest, his lips, hard and demanding, finding mine. I wound my arms around his neck as his tongue pushed into my hot mouth, intimately dancing with my own. Dampness grew between my legs and a familiar ache throbbed in my pussy. God, he could kiss.

  After a minute, his deep chuckle reverberated against my lips and he slowly pulled away from me. I reluctantly sat back, missing his mouth.

  “You have no idea what I want to do to that warm, sexy body of yours,” he murmured.

  “Will you show me? …Sir,” I added.

  He grinned. “You’re learning fast.”

  I climbed to my knees and crawled toward him seductively.

  Shaking his head, he held up the comforter and gestured for me to get under it again.

  I hesitated and he stared at me, raising an eyebrow. I was making him wait, but any resolve I had faltered under his steely gaze. I did as he asked.

  “Good girl. Unfortunately, it will have to wait until later, but I promise you that every part of your body will be exhausted when I’m finished. Sleep well, Liza.”

  For the second time that night, he left me to rest, but this time I was wide awake, knowing that sleep was going to evade me. I heard the front door close and I sat up in frustration. How could he expect me to just fall back asleep after saying those words?

  Annoyed, I threw myself back on the pillow. I tossed and turned for a while, my mind flooding with images of his thick, hard cock slamming into me—my wrists restrained with ropes as he sucked on my nipples, pulling them into tight buds, rubbing my clit over and over, ramming into my burning pussy until I screamed with ecstasy.

  It was no good. Throwing the covers back, I sat on the edge of the bed, tapping my fingers impatiently, contemplating what to do next. I felt hot and bothered, so I pulled off his tee shirt and padded, naked to the door.

  Quietly, I walked into the bathroom, doing a classic double-take as I passed the mirror over the sink. I grimaced at my disheveled hair and smudged eyes. Christ, if this was how I’d looked the last time he saw me, no wonder he’d decided to leave.

  It felt much cooler in here, and I decided to make use of a lavender, silky robe that was hanging behind the door. I slipped it on, covering my nakedness, figuring that after what had transpired between us earlier, Helen wouldn’t mind if I borrowed something of hers.

  Standing at the sink, I washed off the smudges and ran fingers through my unruly hair. Patting my face dry with one of the soft burgandy towels from the rail beside me, I studied my reflection, taking in the heart shaped face, still slightly flushed and the serious, blue-gray eyes that stared back at me.

  I didn’t look any different on the outside, but as I stared hard into the mirror, self-consciousness began to settle over me. I tried to figure out why I was feeling like this. I had loved every minute of the evening and had discovered another side of myself that had let me strip away so many of my inhibitions. I had been able to explore and experience deep, secret desires that I’d had locked inside for years. So why, after happily committing myself to Steve, was I standing here now, feeling so vulnerable?

  It was all very well getting caught up in the moment, making promises and handing over control to another person. What about in the cold light of day?

  Self-doubt settled in my stomach, making me feel a little nauseous. I grasped the edges of the sink and rocked slowly back and forth. Okay, pull yourself together, right now. You can’t stay here for the rest of the night, I told myself.

  I walked back out to the hallway and stopped between the two bedrooms. Make a decision. Either get your clothes and leave or get back into bed and wait for Steve, I thought.

  Oh shit. The thought of facing both of them was just too much. I had to separate myself from the s
ituation and think about it all. It was just the way I usually handled things.

  I tip-toed into Helen’s room and picked out my clothes from the heap on the floor. A warm blush crept up my face as I glanced at the dark shape breathing deeply under the covers. Images of earlier entered my mind before I could stop them and I quickly left the bedroom.

  Going to the sitting room, I dressed and searched for my bag. Finding it on the floor by an armchair, I grabbed it and pulled out a pen, debating on whether or not to leave a note explaining that I’d had a great time and would call soon. It seemed so lame, writing a thank you note. Deciding against it, I shoved the pen back and walked to the front door.

  I paused, my hand on the doorknob. It was okay, I reassured myself. Steve would understand. I had made a sort of commitment I supposed, but hell, I didn’t belong to him everyday 24/7, did I? I just needed a day or two to process what had happened and re-group, ready for whatever lay ahead. Or, a small voice whined, you are completely spineless and are just too chicken shit to face them both in the morning.

  Yeah, whatever.

  Heels in hand, I twisted the lip on the handle to lock the door knob and clicked the door shut behind me and, leaving the building, walked to the main road. I took out my cell and called the local cab company I always used, then stood in the darkness, wondering if I’d done the right thing.

  A cold ten minutes later, I jumped into the taxi and, glad of its warmth, let it take me safely home.

  * * * *

  Within half an hour, I was standing under my shower head, letting the hot, cascading water soothe away the tension in my neck and shoulders. I washed vigorously with soap and shampoo that smelled of coconut and strawberries. As I ran my hands over my body, I saw Steve’s hands in my mind, touching and exciting every part of me. I felt myself blush as I remembered how high my ass had been raised in the air and how my body had reacted to the smacks Steve had given me.

  My wrists were still a little tender from struggling against the shackles, but surprisingly, the tenderness gave me a strange desire to experience more.

  I had to pull myself together. There was no denying it; this was what I wanted. To give control over completely to a man—this man, was what my future held. Just imagining what he had in store for me caused a slow, deep throbbing to pulse in my core.

  I stepped out of the shower feeling invigorated and full of an energy that meant sleep was not an option. Toweling myself dry, I walked into my bedroom, glancing at the clock beside my bed as I threw the towel on the big armchair next to my dresser. It was just after 5:00 A.M.

  There was a definite chill in the air and I shivered as I stood there, wondering what to do next. I felt restless and hyped up. I needed to expel this energy so I could calm down and decide what to do.

  After pulling on my favorite sweats, I grabbed my iPod and put on running shoes, then grabbed my keys. I took the front door key off the ring, slung the others back on their hook, and stepped outside my apartment. I pushed the lone key to the back of the ledge above the door. I know it wasn’t the safest option, but I was too afraid of losing it while jogging to take it with me, something that had already happened once before.

  The sky held the first signs of morning light and the cold air was pleasantly bracing. Moments later, I was jogging across the main road and into the large park just a few hundred yards from my apartment.

  The running track around the park was deserted, and after completing two circuits, my mind felt clear and my body had expelled all the excess energy that was rattling me earlier. I slowed to a brisk walk and headed home, figuring that I would call Steve as soon as the hour was decent.

  It was Sunday, the one day I had completely to myself where I wasn’t processing insurance forms or cleaning offices. As I walked, I wondered excitedly whether Steve, Helen and I would be able to spend some time together later that day. I wanted to really get to know them both—to see how far they took the dominant/submissive lifestyle and how much they wanted me to be a part of that.

  I felt like a kid about to be set loose in a candy store. I wanted to try all the different kinds of treats and see which ones I liked the best. Damn it, I couldn’t wait until later. I decided I would call as soon as I got back, and if no-one picked up, I could at least leave a message.

  Swinging the front doors open, I ran into my building, tore up the stairs and grabbed the hidden key from the ledge. Slamming the door behind me, I flung the key on the table and ran straight to my cell phone, which I’d left on the arm of the sofa. My hand reached out to grab it.

  “Must be a real important call.”

  I gasped, whirling around, almost losing my balance and the phone. Steve sat calmly in my armchair, long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, hands resting on the arms. I’d been in such a hurry, I’d looked neither right or left as I’d rushed to get my phone to call the man staring long and hard at me from across the room.

  “I…what the hell…?” I garbled, my heart hammering in my chest as I took in the bright blue eyes that bored right into me.

  “I’d find a better hiding place for your key if I were you, honey,” he drawled in his low, throaty voice, a dangerous smile playing at his lips.

  I stared at him, not knowing what to say as his steady gaze held me rooted to the spot.

  “I told you to get some rest and I’d be back in a couple of hours. You ignored my instructions and left without as much as a note to explain your actions. We made an agreement, Liza. You expressed a wish to be a part of this lifestyle, and that means obeying my commands, or having a damn good reason why you didn’t.”

  A feeling of dread washed over me. I’d screwed up at the very first opportunity.

  “Well?” he prompted.

  I jumped, not knowing how to explain my actions, but realizing that I’d better figure it out pretty quickly.

  “I…I’m sorry. I felt awkward and kind of restless being there after you left. I couldn’t settle, so I thought I’d just come home for a while. I was about to call you, but…well, obviously, I…”

  My voice dried up as Steve uncrossed his legs and sat up in the chair, frowning.

  “Not good enough, Liza.”

  My heart sank.

  “Answer me honestly, right now. Do you want to be a part of a dominant/submissive relationship with me?”

  Hope flared inside me as I realized not only was he giving me the opportunity to put my mistake right, he had also used the word “relationship.”

  “Yes…Sir,” I added quickly.

  A smile flickered briefly across his face. It was gone in a second, but I felt relief flood through me.

  “I’m going to punish you for disobeying me and then we will talk about the right way for you to act in the future.”

  I took a small step back as a knot formed in my stomach; anxiety instantly replaced the feeling of relief I’d just had.

  “Come and stand in front of me,” he commanded.

  I walked across the room, not wanting to piss him off any further, and stood right before him, wondering what form of punishment I was in for.

  Obviously, he could read minds.

  “You get a spanking for leaving without any explanation, and in the future it had better be a matter of life and death before you disobey me again.” He glared at me. “Strip.”

  I swallowed nervously. He couldn’t be serious. In the cold light of day. Right here, in my own sitting room? Instinctively, I took another step back.

  “Now, Liza. It’s not a request.”

  Heat suffused my cheeks. I began to take off my sweats, my hands starting to tremble as I slid them over my hips, and down my thighs.

  “Hurry up, or I’ll take them off for you,” he growled.

  Pushing them past my knees until they gathered at my ankles, I stepped out of the pants and kicked the puddle of fabric out of the way. Next I tugged at the hem of my sweatshirt and, with a resigned exhale, dragged it over my head and dropped it to the floor. Embarrassed, my eyes never q
uite reached his. I knew what he expected. I still had my undergarments to remove.

  Deciding to be done with it, I took a deep breath and quickly peeled off my bra and panties.

  I stood in front of him, naked, my trembling hands trying to shield my modesty from his hard blue eyes. Luckily the dark curtains were still pulled across, and the early morning glare of sunlight couldn’t fill the room. The semi-darkness made it easier somehow.

  “Hands by your sides.”

  So much for that. I let them fall, fisting them at my hips. I had never felt so exposed in my life as he sat there taking in every curve and swell of my frame.

  Reaching out, he ran his hands gently over my breasts and I gasped as my nipples instantly hardened beneath his touch.

  He chuckled softly and then pointed down at his lap. “Across my knee, Liza. Right now.”

  My heart was thudding so loudly, I was sure he could hear it. I hesitated for just a fraction of a second.

  He grabbed my wrist, brought me to his side and pulled me over his hard thighs. “It’s going to be fun teaching you to do as you’re told without question.”

  I lay over his lap, rigid, my breasts resting on the side of his leg and my arms hanging down to the floor. My ass was stuck up in the air, but apparently, it wasn’t enough for Steve, and he pulled me over further and adjusted me higher until it pointed straight up at the ceiling.

  I wriggled just a little, and a strong arm clamped down on my back, holding me firmly in place. He ran rough fingers across my butt, and I bucked as they ran down the length of my crack.

  “Be still, or every time you squirm, I’ll add another three slaps to the ten you have coming,” he warned in a deep, growling voice.

  I froze and he lifted his hand from my ass. Tense, I waited for the first slap. Instead, he lifted the arm that had been restraining me and brought his hand down past my face to my nipple, pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me as his other hand spanked my ass.

  An unfamiliar cry escaped my throat, half yelp, half moan. He continued teasing the other nipple, twisting it slightly then rubbing it until both nipples became hard and taut, my nerves tingling straight to my clit. It ached in anticipation.