Voyage To Submission

by Mlyn Hurn

  “Ah!”

  Even though it was quiet, Jack didn’t miss the sigh that escaped Andy’s lips. “It looks like that scene had quite an effect on Gayle, huh?”

  Andy couldn’t think with Jack’s hands touching her. Then he rubbed his face against the back of her head and she almost slid down the chair. She was melting under his touch, just like butter on a hot knife. She heard Jack speaking but it was impossible to answer.

  “When Mistress Danica jerked off the top of that girl’s dress, I couldn’t help but wonder if your little outfit has some hidden surprises as well.” His voice lowered as he went on. “If I ripped off the top, would your lovely tits bounce out just like hers did? From what I’ve seen so far, yours are much prettier.”

  Andy couldn’t move for a moment. Her body was trembling so intensely she was scared she’d fall down if she tried to stand. No doubt her knees would knock together! Watching the play, her mind had substituted the actors with Jack and herself. She was so aroused that she feared doing something stupid or inept. At least he didn’t know about her books. If he did, he would most likely expect her to be more experienced. Little did he, or the majority of her readers, publisher and editor included, knew she relied on research to fill in the gaps of her imagination.

  Slowly, she pressed one hand to her heart, knowing this was it. She was going to stand, turn and ask Jack to take her to bed. Finally and absolutely she wanted to—

  “There you two are!” Ethan’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “It’s time for the party…the real party, anyway.”

  Behind her, she heard Jack laugh, albeit a slightly unsteady one. “Great! We’re ready to party. Right, Andy?”

  Reluctantly, Andy stood and nodded. Smiling until her cheeks ached, she turned around. “Sounds super!”

  * * * * *

  “Are you sure you are all right, Andy? You look a little pale. You know, you don’t have to go through with this.”

  Andy shook her head, meeting Margrit’s gaze in the mirror. Her friend had already prepared her outfit’s transformation, and it consisted of lots of leather straps going in many directions. It looked complicated until Margrit showed her it was just a matter of pieces stitched in the right places, with the right kinds of closures. Her breasts were naked, perched on individual shelves, the nipple rings glinting.

  Andy looked at her reflection, hoping she wasn’t going to shock Jack too much. The entire top of her outfit was gone, down to the uplifting supports for her breasts. Below, the leather shorts had disappeared for a wide, black silk G-string, which left her ass cheeks bare. Her tattoo was visible since she was not wearing pantyhose but silk thigh-high stockings. Her skin shone slightly from the special ointment she’d been applying for post-tattoo care.

  “Do they hurt?” Margrit asked, pointing towards Andy’s newly pierced nipples.

  She shrugged. “They are tender, but only when pushed.”

  Margrit smiled. “I remember the early days. You need to tell Jack and don’t let anyone pull or tug, okay?”

  Andy nodded her head. “Is there anything else I should do, or not do?”

  “Well, the proper submissive will keep her head bent, looking at her Master only when directed. But tonight things will be much more relaxed. I’ll point out things and people I see that I think you will find interesting. If you decide you want to leave, reach up and tug on your collar. I’ll give Ethan the nudge. All right.” Margrit took her hand. “Let’s go!”

  Inside the party, it took a few minutes to locate the men. Andy tried looking around, but she was intently aware that people might be looking at her.

  Margrit touched her arm. “There they are, Andy. Let’s go knock our men’s socks off!” Threading her arm with Andy’s, she tugged her forward.

  Andy’s gaze found Jack and Ethan when they were about fifteen feet away. The only difference from last evening was that neither had a drink in his hand. As they walked towards them, Andy was intensely aware of how much her breasts bounced and jiggled.

  “Whoa!” Ethan elbowed Jack.

  Jack turned in the direction Ethan gestured and his breath was literally stolen away. Andy walked towards him and she was half-naked! Damn! His gaze moved down her body and back up. The actress on stage couldn’t hold a candle to his Andy, he realized with a start of surprise. Andy was a goddess! Hell, she was a goddess with—

  Holy shit! Her nipples had been pierced! Gold rings adorned each distended bud and he couldn’t pull his gaze away.

  “The wait was more than worth it, ladies,” Ethan spoke quickly. “Forgive me, Margrit, you look beautiful, as always. But hot damn, Andy!”

  Margrit smiled and lightly elbowed her husband in his ribs. “I won’t be offended by that comment. So, Jack, what do you think of Andy’s surprise?”

  Jack turned slowly to look at Margrit, dimly aware of what she’d said. “Uh, she looks good, uh, no, that’s not right. She looks great.”

  Margrit and Ethan both laughed.

  Jack could feel a flush moving up his neck. Before he could answer, Margrit handed something to Ethan. The older man attached the leather leash to Margrit’s collar. He slipped it over his wrist, and there was plenty of slack.

  Ethan must have noticed his curious glances because he explained a moment later. “We don’t use the collar and leash as a denigration, but we’ve found that by my wearing the leash around my wrist, it alleviates a lot of problems for Margrit. The collar, in nearly every level of the lifestyle, indicates possession, or at the very least an established relationship. In some places, you will find a lot of eager young Doms, most with something to prove.”

  “And that is precisely why I got this for Andy today.” Margrit quickly attached a black leather collar around Andy’s neck. It already had a leash, which she then handed to Jack. “If she had been pierced previously, I would have gotten her a short gold chain in a Y-shape, attached to both nipple rings and then turned into a much longer chain. You must handle her with exquisite care tonight, and for the next few weeks, Jack. She is very fragile and delicate. After a few more days, there will be fewer worries, but for now, extra watchfulness is needed.”

  Ethan lightly slapped Jack on his back. “Don’t fret, my friend. I remember my early days with Margrit’s.” He grinned and winked at his wife.

  After that, Jack was afraid to move more than a step away from Andy. At one point, they went over and sat. Andy knelt at his side, the same as Margrit had with Ethan. Jack lowered his hand to make sure the slender leather strap didn’t accidentally catch or rub against the rings.

  Music played and people chatted all around them. Ethan and Margrit exchanged a few comments. Ethan pointed out several things he noted. Twice he was aware of Margrit leaning forward to say something to Andy. To be truthful, he was glad when the other couple announced they were tired and heading to bed. The party had been a blur to him from the moment he saw Andy. It only took a few moments and Andy was back, her chain tucked in, concealed by her cape.

  Outside her suite door, she turned as if to bid him good night.

  Jack shook his head with distinct determination, took her keycard and opened the door. He ushered her in and followed. As he moved into the room, he set the key on the bar top. “Where’s Henderson?” Jack asked carefully, working hard to keep his emotions in check.

  “I told him to stay in since I didn’t know what time I’d be back here.” Andy moved towards the sofa.

  As he watched, her hands lifted to release the cape, but then fell back to her sides. Wasting no time, he crossed the room and turned her to face him. Without any warning, he released the cape and whipped it off her shoulders. “No need to play meek and embarrassed now, is there?”

  He wasn’t angry, but suddenly all the events and subsequent emotions came bubbling up inside of him.

  Andy looked at Jack finally, embarrassed to be alone with him, half-naked. It was different now that they were alone. She couldn’t read his thoughts, and after last night she wasn’t sure what to do.
She was very aware of the tenuous hold she had on her own emotions and actions. Earlier, she’d been ready to rip the clothes off his back. This was a situation fraught with sexual tension. She spoke quickly. “Are you angry?” she asked, taking a step backwards.

  “Yes! No! Damn it all, Andy! I don’t know.” Jack walked away abruptly, shoving his hands through his hair, messing it up.

  Andy felt something tug at her heartstrings. She remembered how he’d often done that when he’d studied, back in school. Finally, she’d got comfortable enough with him to just reach out and smooth it back down. Now, she wasn’t so sure he would accept a gesture from her. Of course, the last time she’d done it she’d been wearing washed-out, stretched-out gray sweats. Now, she was bare-breasted—

  Self-consciously, her hands lifted and crossed to conceal her breasts. It was silly, but she did it anyway.

  Jack didn’t notice until he turned back towards her. He didn’t pause. Walking straight over, he pulled down her hands and replaced them with his own.

  “There! That’s what that guy did onstage, wasn’t it? Sample the slave’s wares.” He paused as his hands tested the sweetness he’d worshipped from afar. Keeping his touch light, he curved his hands. “Much nicer than hers. Prettier. Bigger, for sure.” To her surprise, he started to jiggle one and then the other. “That’s lovely. Now, the nipples…that really shocked me. Granted you don’t owe me anything, but I thought you might have mentioned it… Still, I had warning when you got the tattoo, you were acting outside the box.”

  Andy knew she could step away from him and he wouldn’t pursue her. All she had to do was step back…but she didn’t. Whatever she’d expected him to say, it wasn’t this. His touch seemed to speak of gentleness and love. The words seemed colder, more remote. She wanted him, but she didn’t think she could make love with him unless she knew that he cared for her, even a little. Reminding herself that time had passed and true emotions take time to develop, she took a ragged breath in, preparing to speak.

  All of a sudden, it was as if Jack realized he was really standing there, caressing and holding Andy’s breasts. And she wasn’t pushing him off, nor had she run away. Andy watched as he slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers. She waited for him to say something. When he didn’t, she spoke. “You should probably take the leash off, just in case.”

  Jack immediately went to work on unfastening the collar and leash. He dropped it onto the coffee table, and stood with his hands in midair.

  Andy took a step forward and pressed her supersensitive breasts into his grip once more. Forcing another breath in, and then back out of her lungs, Andy told him softly, “You just have to be gentle. Maybe we should go upstairs.”

  Jack nodded. “Oh yeah, sure.” He turned and started walking towards the stairs, not waiting for Andy.

  Andy took a deep breath, grateful to know she wasn’t the only nervous one. She walked over to the railing, grabbing hold of it. “Could you help me take these off?” she gestured to her feet. Within seconds, her boots were dispatched with and he reached for her hand. It seemed to take forever to reach the bedroom. Once there, she glanced around, sure it looked different. Then she realized she was only seeing it with changed eyes. She walked towards the bed and then sat on the edge.

  Jack was still standing just inside the doorway.

  She half expected him to be right behind her and naked. “Are you staying?” she asked softly a moment later.

  Jack nodded, still holding her shoes. “Yeah, I’d like to.”

  Andy smiled. “Me too.”

  Her words seemed to act like a catapult. Jack dropped her shoes and started towards her. As he walked, his clothes dropped to the floor. He struggled a little over his shoes and socks. He finally stood in front of her, wearing only his shorts. As their gazes met once more, he spoke this time. “One of us is over-dressed, although not by much.”

  Andy giggled. She couldn’t help it. “I was hoping for some help, but if not—”

  Jack didn’t let her finish. “Your wish is my command, princess.” And he went down on one knee in front of her, his hands lifting to the top of her stocking. “I’ve spent most of the evening thinking about this.”

  Andy gasped as she felt his fingers against her inner thigh, curled under the silky material as he began pulling it down, and then off. He repeated his action on her other leg. His words sounded so gentle and tender that she wanted to pull him close. As his head lifted, Andy could tell the exact moment his gaze landed on her exposed breasts, directly in front of him. He lowered his other knee, and moved between her thighs. Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she watched him staring at her pierced nipples. A moment later, he touched the tip only of her right nipple with one finger as he spoke. “Why?”

  “I can’t say for sure. It’s not like it was some deep, dark brooding secret. I saw Margrit’s and I thought it looked daring, and sexy. I felt rebellious. I needed to do something defiant.”

  Jack nodded, but he still didn’t look up. “What are you rebelling against?”

  “That I’ve been boring for most of my life and never tried anything risky or dangerous.”

  Jack frowned, but instead of replying he lightly touched both nipples with his fingertips. He slid them around and around until they became even harder, poking out more than three-quarters of an inch. He paused to lift one ring very carefully, using his fingernail, and then letting it drop.

  As she watched, Andy still wasn’t sure if he thought it looked sexy. Taking a deep breath, she forced out the words. “Do you hate them?”

  Jack looked up suddenly.

  Immediately his expression shouted her confusion. “Hate them? How could you think that? God, Andy! You are so beautiful.” He slipped his hands beneath each breast, lifting them. Lowering his head, he placed a kiss atop each snowy-white globe. “Perfection before and works of art after. I just hate the thought of you feeling the pain—”

  Jack stopped as he shuddered. Andy lifted one hand to cup the side of his face. “It wasn’t that bad, honest. The ears hurt worse. See?” Quickly, she scooped the hair back behind each ear. “I had them done, as well.”

  Jack smiled even as her hair was already falling back towards her face. “Are you sure this won’t hurt you?”

  “I don’t think so. They said just nothing rough, and no sucking for a while.”

  Jack nodded and lowered his head.

  Andy was prepared for the feel of his tongue slowly moving across the tip of her right breast. Lightly it began moving around the base of each areola, each circle making the nub even harder. She tried to lift her hands to caress him.

  Jack pressed them back down, scarcely pausing. “Later,” he told her. A few moments of discovery and he found the closures to the outfit. Soon he tossed it over his shoulder to land with his discarded clothing. He stood and encouraged her onto the bed.

  She saw him toss aside his briefs before he joined her. In the dim light from the bathroom, she saw his hard, jutting manhood. She reached for him.

  Once more he gently pushed her hands down. “If you touch me now, sweetheart, I’m afraid I will lose it.”

  Andy didn’t question him. She was still nervous, but she had no doubts.

  Jack shifted on the bed, moving down slightly. His mouth returned to her breast, this time he concentrated on the left.

  Dimly, she was aware that he pulled down her panties, and she shifted to make it easier. When his hand caressed across her tummy, she parted her thighs in silent invitation.

  Jack didn’t need to be asked twice, and his hand arrowed straight down, over her pussy. His fingers wiggled between her folds and Andy felt her breath catch. A second later, he found her clit and her hips reacted instantly. As her body continued to respond to each caress, stroke and even light flickers, Jack lifted his head to watch her.

  “What did you think during the play about the shaving?” Andy asked while Jack looked at her and continued to diddle her clit. She was beginning to wonder if he’d taken up p
laying a violin, he was so good.

  “Are you asking me if I like a shaven puss?” Jack asked, grinning unrepentantly back.

  Flushing at being seen through so easily, she nodded.

  “I adore your smooth pussy, but please, don’t shave your head.”

  Andy tried to laugh, but she knew it was coming. Without warning, she cried out as the first orgasm slammed through her body. She jerked wildly. Jack didn’t wait for her to finish. He stroked and caressed her and before she knew it, two more orgasms tore through her. Dimly, she was aware as Jack moved above her when suddenly she remembered the other night.

  “I’m not on the pill, Jack.”

  She knew he had heard and understood her whisper because of the way he stopped and held himself perfectly still. Quickly, she went on. “In the drawer…I bought some, just in case.”

  “Which drawer?”

  She heard him groan and then pointed to the side nearest the bathroom.

  “Okay, just a second.”

  As he moved away, Andy felt chilled for a moment, yet she knew that stopping him had been necessary. The last thing either of them needed would be a complication in their lives—the kind that would definitely bind them together, forever.

  In the silence, she heard the foil package tear. Jack held her again only a few seconds later. She looked up at him. “I’m sorry. I should have said something sooner.”

  Jack shook his head, leaning down to kiss her lips for a moment. “No, my fault too. Now, where was I?”

  Andy pointed to her breast. “I believe you were mucking about around here.”

  Jack grinned and growled at the same time. “Mucking about! I’ll show you some real—”

  The rest of his words were muffled against her warm skin as he buried his face between her breasts. Andy giggled for a few seconds, which changed as he returned his hand to the heated place at the apex of her thighs. Andy could feel his fingers moving around in her wetness, finding her clit, and—