Submission

by Robin Roseau

  "Miranda, I'm high as a kite," I said. "I'll only be disappointed if you make me leave."

  She kissed me again. "You're not going anywhere. But wait here." She rolled me onto my back then slipped from the bed. I heard her move towards the bathroom.

  I really was as high as a kite, almost entirely from her words and the other noises she'd made. I knew I had pleased her, I had well pleased her, and she had been effusive in her praise. I was quite able to tend to my own orgasms, but I couldn't do this for myself.

  I felt a twinge of self-disgust at my reactions, but I was far too happy to let that ruin my mood.

  Then the bathroom door opened, and I heard Miranda moved to the side of the bed. She bent over and kissed me, caressing my face.

  "I want you," she whispered. "But I am so tired. I'm sorry, Cassidy."

  "No," I whispered back. "Will you keep me with you, Miranda?"

  "All weekend. Go freshen up. You may remove the blindfold to do so, but you will replace it before climbing into bed. There's a new toothbrush waiting for you."

  She actually removed the blindfold from me and helped me sit up. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her tightly. She kissed the top of my head and stroked me for a minute. All I could do was hold her. My emotions were too far out of control for more than that.

  "Go on now, Cassidy," she said. As I stood, she pressed the blindfold back into my hands, and I heard her slipping into the bed as I moved to the bathroom.

  I closed the door then moved to stand in front of the mirror. I stared at my reflection. "Be careful, Cassidy," I told myself. "She told you; it's just for the weekend. Don't fall in love. Do not fall in love."

  * * * *

  When I got back, Miranda was on her side watching me. I stopped a few feet from the bed.

  "Fix the bedding," she said. Half the bedding was piled on the floor at the foot of the bed. I separated out the top sheet, pulling it up in place, moving around the bed to do it neatly, then repeated the process with the comforter. Then I stopped, watching Miranda.

  "Blindfold," she ordered. I was clutching it in my hands, so it took only a moment to slip it into place. "Come to bed."

  I moved around the bed and slipped under the covers next to her. I tried to curl up with her, but she ordered, "On your back, Cassidy." Once I was adjusted, she asked, "Will you need to get up in the middle of the night."

  "No."

  "Do you want to know why you're wearing scarves?" I shook my head. In answer, she peeled the covers away then moved down until she was kneeling over my feet. She began wrapping the scarves from my ankles around my legs, cinching them together tightly before tying them off.

  I began to laugh. From over me, she chuckled.

  "I get my bondage scene anyway."

  "All night long," she said. "Will it give you good dreams?"

  "It will keep me submissive," I whispered.

  "I thought it might." She finished with my ankles. When she was done, I squirmed them around. She had done a good job. She chuckled. "Those will hold. Cross your wrists." She wrapped the other two scarves around and around my wrists, finally tying them off as well. I squirmed around a little; they were tight, but comfortable.

  "Will you be able to sleep?"

  "Yes."

  "Are those too tight?" She tested them herself. They were fine. "If your fingers or toes go numb, you will tell me."

  "Yes, Miranda," I said. But she knew what she was doing. I was well tied, but not too tightly. I knew it would be fine.

  A moment later, she was lying next to me, the covers pulled up over both of us. She slipped an arm under my neck and then partially draped herself over me. She kissed my shoulder as she snuggled in.

  "Mine," she declared, and I nodded.

  "Yours," I agreed dreamily.

  She caressed my face, not saying anything right away.

  "Is something wrong?" I asked.

  "Everything is perfect, Cassidy." She paused. "I'm sorry."

  "For what?"

  "Being greedy tonight."

  I turned my head towards her. "Miranda, you know very well what affect you're having on me. But please, what's really wrong?"

  "Oh darling," she said. She shifted closer and kissed my nose. "Work. It's been stressful. And next week is going to be worse."

  "Do I help?" I asked.

  "Oh yes, darling," she said. "You do."

  "Good. That's what I need, Miranda. Do you want to talk about it?"

  "Normally I might," she said, "But you know. No. Not this weekend. I just want this weekend to be about us."

  Inside, I purred. I love that word: us.

  She cuddled more tightly against me. "Tell me a secret," she whispered.

  "Oh, a secret, hmm?" I said, buying a little time. "What sort of secret?"

  "I don't want to know about anything illegal or unethical," she said. "But I want to know something no one else knows. Do you have a secret dream you've never shared?"

  "I'm happy professionally," I said. "And I wouldn't consider it a secret to say I'd like to find love." I paused. "I have some kinky fantasies, but they're pretty silly."

  She chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with that. Tell me one."

  "The craziest one?"

  "All right."

  "Well..." I paused. "Are you going to tease me?"

  "Probably."

  I sighed dramatically. "You already know I'm in I.T."

  "Yes."

  "If you know anything about people who are in I.T., you can come to some conclusions about the types of books I read."

  "Science fiction and fantasy."

  "Yeah. And I like those really bad science fiction movies from the sixties."

  "A guilty pleasure?"

  "Aphrodite likes watching them with me."

  "Oh? She watches television?"

  "Yes," I said. "She's in one corner. The television is in the other. But she's hopeless with technology so I keep the clicker."

  "I can imagine," Miranda said in a serious tone. "Perhaps it is cliché, but the Greeks are know for philosophy but not technology."

  "Exactly," I agreed. "So... I have this fantasy about space aliens. Really hot space aliens in tight, form-fitting, shimmering clothes."

  "Keep going," Miranda ordered.

  "Isn't that enough?" I asked.

  "Nope." She made the word sound almost like two syllables.

  "You're really going to make me spell it out?"

  "Yep." That was also two syllables.

  "Well, they come to earth in a space ship that's a lot like Prometheus from Stargate: SG1."

  "Of course." She sounded almost like she knew what I meant. I found that unlikely.

  "They have stealth technology, of course."

  "Of course."

  "So we don't know they're here."

  "Why are they here?"

  "For slaves, of course."

  "Sex slaves."

  "Of course," I said. "Very special sex slaves."

  "I see."

  "They beam down to Earth," I explained. "And begin searching for their slaves."

  "They pass as human?"

  "They are biologically compatible, although far more advanced," I explained. "They come from a planet of all women, no men, and they use their technology to reproduce."

  "How do they find you?"

  "I find them," I said. "They try to infiltrate past my security, and I catch them. But it's too late, and they capture me."

  "Oh my," she said.

  "It's a team of four of them, and they use their personal stealth technology to invade my house and catch me. They wrap me in a force field and beam me straight to their ship, right into a holding cell."

  "I'm not sure this sounds like good news for you."

  "It's not. But their captain decides to interrogate me."

  "Is that a euphemism?"

  "Not at first. But she's really beautiful."

  "Of course she is."

  "And they took me at night while I
was asleep."

  "Oh?"

  "It was a hot night."

  "You're naked."

  I nodded. Miranda chuckled.

  "I take it the captain is quite taken with you."

  "No. She outfits me with an obedience collar and makes me into her personal servant."

  "This is a very elaborate fantasy," Miranda observed.

  "Sometimes I have a lot of time on my hands," I explained. "She forces me to do a wide variety of menial jobs on the ship. Because of the advanced technology, I can't do anything more meaningful."

  "This is your fantasy?"

  "It improves," I said. "One of her crewmembers gets caught on Earth, and she has to lead a rescue operation."

  "And while they're gone, you infiltrate the computer system and take over the ship."

  I laughed. "No. The obedience collar wouldn't let me do anything like that. She rescues her crewmember, but she gets hurt. When she gets back, she makes me tend to her wounds."

  "They don't have some sort of fancy autodoc or something?"

  "Yes, but only two, and they're in use, so I have to apply old-fashioned first aid."

  "Oh?"

  "Yes. She makes me kiss her owies away."

  Miranda laughed. "My mother used to do that when I got hurt."

  "Mine, too," I said. "And that's when she realizes she's grown fond of me. More than fond."

  "Ah ha."

  "She makes me... pleasure her. In every way imaginable."

  "Oh my," Miranda said.

  "And then she rewards me."

  "Oh?"

  "She is very, very good."

  Miranda laughed. "Then what happens?"

  "We fall in love, of course, and we explore the galaxy. In between really, really sexy things. But she never lets me wear any clothes at all."

  "I think you just made this all up."

  "Miranda..."

  She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "What does Aphrodite think of this fantasy?"

  "I haven't told her," I said. "You said you wanted a secret no one else knows." I paused. "She looks a lot like Samantha Carter."

  Miranda began laughing more loudly.

  "It gets worse."

  "Cassidy, how could it get worse?"

  "The woman who led the team that captured me looks like Adria."

  "Is she hot?" Miranda asked.

  "Exceedingly. But that's not the worst."

  "Oh?"

  "The ship's second in command looks like Claudia Black."

  "Oh, she's definitely hot."

  "You know who she is?"

  "I do," Miranda admitted. "I will not admit how."

  "Oh ho," I said. "Why do I suspect you understood more of my story than I would have guessed before telling it?"

  "My lips are sealed."

  "They weren't earlier." I grinned. "Sometimes the captain loans me out. Adria is especially kinky."

  Miranda laughed again. "Okay, the fantasy started out weird, but I think I understand." She hugged me tightly. "Thank you for telling me."

  "Are you going to tease me?"

  "Undoubtedly."

  "You may tease me," I offered, "But you must not dis my Claudia crush."

  "I wouldn't dream of dissing your Claudia crush."

  " 'Cause in spite of being second in command of the evil, sex-slave-capturing alien women from space, she's really sweet."

  Miranda chuckled. We lay quietly for a minute or two until I asked, "Did I scare you away?"

  "Now that I know your weird fantasy?"

  "Yeah."

  "No. I think it's sweet. And I think it's sweet you told me."

  "Do I get to hear one of your secrets?"

  "Hmm." She paused. "Would you like to know how I know who Claudia Black is?"

  "Oh, I would definitely like to know that!"

  "This was a few years and a job or two ago. One of the computer programmers had a photo of her on his desk. It was the two of them together. I saw it one day and asked if that was his wife."

  I couldn't help it. I laughed. "I bet he said something like, 'I wish'."

  "Those were his exact words. He got the picture at a convention. Then he went on and on about her for a while."

  "Ah."

  "It gets better. He told me about Farscape, then loaned me his DVD collection."

  "Did you watch them?"

  "Every single episode. I binged the first two seasons, then savored the last two seasons."

  "You liked them?" I asked incredulously.

  "Don't tell anyone," she whispered conspiratorially. "I'm not sure my reputation would survive the experience."

  After that, we cuddled and murmured together, slowly drifting to sleep.

  Weekend

  I woke slowly and a little confused, forgetting for a moment where I was. I was a little surprised to discover I was bound and blindfolded, but them I remembered, and I began to smile.

  "Good morning, lover," Miranda said from beside me.

  I struggled with the bonds for a moment then sighed happily. "Yours," I murmured.

  "Mine," she agreed. Her hands slipped over to me, and she began caressing me. It took moments before I was squirming madly. "Someone is easily worked up," she observed.

  "What are you going to-" I gasped as she teased a nipple. "-Do to me?"

  "I'm going to tease you for a few minutes then send you to the bathroom. Then we're going to shower together."

  "Are you keeping me?"

  "Oh yes," she said. "Did you want to play tourist?" I squirmed for a while, unable to answer as she continued to tease me with her hands. She laughed. "Am I that distracting?"

  I nodded, and she withdrew her hands. I whimpered in disappointment.

  "Soon," she whispered. "I want answers to my questions, and if you are unable to answer intelligently while I tease your body, I must stop. I asked you if you wanted to play tourist today."

  "I want to spend the day with you, Miranda," I said. "I don't care how."

  "I asked you a question and I want an answer," she said firmly.

  "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I did answer. I want to spend the day with you. I don't care after that. Honestly, I really don't."

  She paused, then moved closer and cuddled against me. "What would you do today if you hadn't met anyone last night?"

  "Played tourist," I admitted.

  "How?"

  "I don't know. It's not my first trip to San Francisco. I've done the normal stuff."

  "Walked across the Golden Gate Bridge?"

  I laughed. "I've driven across it. I haven't walked it. Will you hold my hand?"

  "Scared of heights?"

  "If I say 'yes', will you hold my hand?"

  "You will tell me the truth, Cassidy, and not attempt to manipulate me."

  "I'm sorry, Miranda." I was disappointing her this morning. I turned away, but she caught my chin and pulled me back. I was still blindfolded, so I couldn't see her.

  "I'm not upset, Cassidy. I am being clear. That's all. Tell me."

  "I'm not at all afraid of heights. I just want to hold hands, wherever we go. Would that bother you?"

  "No, it wouldn't," she said. "We're going to indulge in a few guilty pleasures today, but we'll work them off with a walk across the bridge and back. I'm bringing my camera. Will you mind if I photograph you?"

  "Will you take me to my hotel so I can change clothes?"

  "I'd like you to check out and bring your things back here."

  I smiled. "All right."

  "Good." Then she began to caress me again. She collected my hands with a fingertip and pulled them up over my head, causing me to stretch out on the bed next to her. She then spent ten minutes stroking me with her fingers, driving me thoroughly crazy for her.

  "You like this," she said, several minutes into it.

  "Yes," I gasped. "Oh, Miranda..."

  She teased me for a while longer, sounding pleased at how worked up she was making me. But then she shifted and began to untie my hands. I
whimpered in disappointment.

  "No," she said. "I don't like that sound."

  "But-"

  She laid fingers over my lips. "We do this my way, Cassidy."

  "Your way," I said around her fingers.

  "Are you going to fight me?"

  "No."

  "Good girl," she said. She finished untying my hands then slipped under the covers to my feet, untying my ankles. It took her a little time, and she tickled my feet for a moment when she was done. I lay perfectly still, or as still as I could, but I gasped to her touches. Her chuckles were muffled.

  "Good girl," she said again as she moved back up my body, climbing on top of me. She stretched out, then reached up and removed the blindfold. I blinked up at her.

  We smiled at each other. I wanted to beg her to take me, right there, but I didn't think she'd like it if I did. Instead, I said simply, "Yours, Miranda."

  She smiled broadly. "Good girl. Go use the bathroom and turn the shower on. When it's the right temperature, come out here and kneel to me."

  "Yes, Miranda," I said obediently.

  When I returned, she was playing with her phone, but the moment I knelt in front of her, she set it aside. I bowed my head, but I knew she looked at me.

  She caressed my cheek. "So lovely," she said. "Oh Cassidy, you are so lovely."

  I didn't think I was, but I preened under her appreciation.

  She stood up and stepped against me holding me for a moment. Then she stepped around me. "Come."

  I followed her to the shower.

  * * * *

  She teased me, and she was merciless. I thought perhaps we'd make love, but instead she simply teased me, she teased me a great deal.

  I loved it. I loved every bit of it.

  She got us both worked up like that. Her breathing grew just as ragged as mine, but she wouldn't let me touch her, and her touches only became so intimate. And then she reached past me and turned the water off.

  Then, almost businesslike, she stepped out of the shower, throwing a towel at me. She dried quickly while I watched, drying more slowly. I watched, disappointed, as she stepped out of the bathroom.

  "Miranda?"

  She looked over her shoulder at me. "I am going to spend the entire day teasing you, Cassidy," she said. "The. Entire. Day."

  I shuddered at the thought.

  "You are not allowed to touch yourself, either," she added. "Do I make myself clear?"