Secrets of Submission
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I knew the exact moment Penny realized that my conversation with Philip had ceased. She turned, and I saw the deep blush in her cheeks when she noticed both of us staring at her. Philip’s face was unreadable, and one side of my mouth turned up in a half smile, and I raised a single eyebrow.
“Um, excuse me. I was admiring the, um, workmanship.” The blush continued to spread, and I delighted in her adorable stutter. I loved seeing her get flustered and needed to make sure I continued to say or do things to unsettle her.
“Did you see anything that interested you?” I chuckled as I ushered her through a doorway hidden in the wall opposite the coat closet and scandalous desk. Penny shook her head and kept silent during our walk down the hallway toward the sound of the music. As we turned a corner, the hallway opened up into a vast room filled with people and delicious things I couldn’t wait to subject Penny to. The lights were dim, casting a purplish glow around the room. They illuminated the room just enough to make out the things happening. I observed her as she took everything in and wondered what was going through that beautiful head of hers.
Penny
Red couches and lounge chairs were scattered around the room, including a large cluster in an alcove immediately to the right of the doorway. They were filled with men and women wearing various amounts of clothing, including nothing at all, engaged in anything from what appeared to be casual conversation to various sex acts. A slender, blonde woman wearing nothing except a collar attached to a leash knelt on the floor in front of a dark haired man lounging in a chair. He held the other end of the leash, and his head was thrown back while he watched with hooded eyes as she gave him a blowjob. On one couch, a woman sat sideways over a man’s lap while his hand disappeared between her legs while they kissed. I even saw a young man sitting silently at the feet of a voluptuous brunette woman dressed in a black satin corset and boy shorts. His head rested on her lap as she lovingly stroked his hair while she conversed with another woman in a chair next to them.
My eyes rounded like saucers, and my lips dropped open farther as I continued to scan the room. Immediately opposite us stood a rope rigging apparatus surrounded by people observing a suspension demonstration. I’d seen various ropework and suspensions during my research, and the artistry of it always had me amazed and turned on. I’d imaged being naked and wrapped in an intricate design with rope between my legs, decorating my back, belly, and breasts as I seemingly floated in space.
To the left of the doorway in which we stood were four or five alcoves built into the wall with curtains tied open. People hovered outside each alcove observing the different activities and demonstrations going on inside. My true fascination belonged to the scene to the right of all the various alcoves. Along the perpendicular wall to the alcoves, a built-up stage rose from the floor. Directly in front of me, a St. Andrew’s Cross with a naked female sub tied to it decorated the stage. A shirtless Dom expertly flogged her. Even from this distance, it was obvious the sub thoroughly enjoyed the flogging she received. Wetness glistened on the inside of her thighs, and her nipples were ruched from excitement. Her back and ass were red from the flogger’s tails, and the sound of the falls striking her echoed through the room, along with her cries of pleasure. The mastery in which he wielded the implement aroused me.
My imagination ran wild seeing the sub splayed out and at the mercy of her Dom. In my dreams, I took the sub’s place. My arms and legs were bound to that cross, my ass naked and on display for all to see. I waited in anticipation for each thwap of the flogger. My nipples puckered, and my chest rapidly rose and fell. My breathing increased at the scene unfolding in front of us. I knew if Marcus touched me, he would feel the wetness from me.
As we stood there, I became lost in the show in front of us. I didn’t realize Marcus had guided us off to the side of the stage and into the shadows until he pressed his front against my back, and his erection poked against my ass, catching me off guard. I gasped and heard him groan as I, almost against my will, pushed back into him. He pressed even further forward as he placed his hands on my hips.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the show,” he growled against my ear, softly kissing it and laving it with his tongue. My heart raced as he continued speaking and slowly moved one of his hands to right under my breasts. “Can you see her pushing back into each strike, welcoming it?”
“Yes.” My back arched as he cupped my left breast in his hand. I gasped in pain as Marcus pinched my nipple hard through my dress.
“Is that the proper response to a question, sub?”
“No, Sir. Sorry. I’ll try not to forget again, Sir.”
He caressed my breast to ease the pain. “That’s better. Now, look at how she’s in tune with her Master. She wants what he is giving her. She needs what he is giving her. It’s his job to provide her with the things she needs. She knows this makes her Dom happy, and she wants to please him.”
They only word I uttered as he continued to knead my breast was “Sir”. Without pausing, he reached his hand inside my bra and grasped my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began twisting and plucking it. A moan escaped my lips.
“Are you imagining that you are the one up there while everyone watches? Watching as your back and ass turn a bright red from each strike?”
“Yes, Sir,” I choked out, not sure if I responded to his question or to the fact that he directed his other hand under my dress, cupping my exposed sex. He drew circle after circle around my engorged clit, his finger coated in my wetness. I continued pushing my breasts and sex against his fingers, moaning in ecstasy, completely oblivious to my surroundings. I had forgotten we were in a room full of strangers who, at any given moment, might glance over and see what Marcus did to me. My eyes drifted shut as a languid relaxation came over me from his ministrations. A sharp pinch to my breast and clit at the same time had me abruptly coming to attention.
“Don’t close your eyes. Keep watching the stage.”
My eyes flew open at his command. I had no idea how he knew they were closed. I forced my attention back on to the stage as we watched the scene continue to unfold in front of us. The flogging had stopped, and the Dom squatted to his knees behind the bound woman, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks while he devoured her from behind. The sub writhed when the onstage Dom moved one hand from her hip to plunge his fingers inside her pussy, not moving his mouth from her ass. I squirmed when Marcus followed suit and plunged two fingers inside my pussy. We both remained fixated on the scene in front of us. In and out, Marcus and the Dom thrust, when suddenly, in concert with each other, both the onstage sub and I found our release. Pleasure burst through me and shudders coursed down my body, causing my knees to buckle. Without Marcus’ support, I would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Reality slowly sank in, and I stumbled away from him, shocked at what I’d just let him do to me in full view of a crowd. Mortification spread through my body.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I repeated, and I covered my face in shame. “I can’t believe I let you do that to me in full view of everyone.”
Marcus reached for me, and without much resistance, I let him draw me into his arms, where he began stroking my hair. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We are all here to enjoy pleasure. Don’t castigate yourself because you enjoyed something you don’t think you should have enjoyed. You pleased me very much, Sweetness. I loved watching you come apart for me. You were beautiful in your release, and you should never be ashamed to take your pleasure where you can. Now, come with me and let’s get you something to drink.”
He then led me to a chair tucked away in a corner and pulled me onto his lap, where I leaned my head on his shoulder as he held me until I began to relax. Neither of us spoke as he lightly kissed and stroked my hair away from my face.
I felt movement, and seconds later, someone handed Marcus a bottle of water. He opened the cap and placed the bottle to my mouth, coaxing me to drink. After about ten minutes of comfortable silence, we stood, a
nd Marcus led us to the bar while holding my hand.
Chapter Five
Penny
I sat on a bar stool while Marcus stood next to me, a protective arm wrapped around my waist while I nursed the single gin and tonic he’d allowed. I tried not to look out over the room, embarrassment still running through me. I hated being the center of attention, and after that display, I knew people were watching me. The liberties I’d allowed Marcus to take, especially in a room full of people, were completely out of character for me. I sat there contemplating how I let that happen when, out of nowhere, a tall, blond man with a military haircut approached us. I lifted my head as he spoke.
“Marcus, my friend, so good to see you.” The man reached out to shake Marcus’ hand, his attention on me though.
Marcus returned the handshake, his voice gruff as he ground out, “Donovan Jeffries, long time no see. How’s the trial going? Most importantly, where’s your sub of the month, or is it week? You go through subs like I go through underwear, and I can never keep up.”
Donovan, a cheeky grin on his face, responded, “Oh, she’s around here somewhere, and the trial is going well. The defense is scrambling for some last minute eyewitness to testify. It’s a crapshoot for them, but I can’t fault them for trying. Really, though, it’s an open and shut case. But enough about boring work stuff. Why don’t you introduce me to this lovely vision you’ve been keeping from everyone.”
Marcus released a sigh I struggled to interpret and introduced us. “Donovan, this is Penny. Penny, this is Master Donovan.” Donovan glanced at Marcus with a question in his eye. With a look of disgust, Marcus gave a short nod of his head. I shifted almost self-consciously as Donovan reached out to clasp my hand and bring it to his lips to kiss my knuckles, never once taking his regard off me. I didn’t know what to make of him, and I shifted uncomfortably, unused to the attention of such good looking men.
“Enchanted, my dear. Tell me, what is a beautiful young woman like yourself doing with an ugly old man like Master Marcus here?” Donovan continued to hold my hand, caressing my knuckles with his thumb. The friction of his thumb felt good, and I shifted again, this time, not from embarrassment or discomfort. Instead, arousal had me squirming in my seat.
I opened my mouth to respond, forgetting Marcus’ instruction that I wasn’t allowed to speak with anyone without his permission. Luckily, I was saved when he jumped in. “Penny is currently undergoing sub training, and this is her first visit to Club Eden. We had the pleasure of observing Master James and his flogger earlier. Penny enjoyed it immensely.” At his pronouncement, my cheeks heated with embarrassment again. I struggled to get my discomfiture under control.
Donovan surveyed me, assessing everything, including Marcus’ arm around my waist. My blush deepened as he whistled his appreciation. “You have great taste in submissives, Marcus. Perhaps we can all get better acquainted later.”
I turned my head toward Marcus as it sunk in exactly what Donovan meant by getting better acquainted. I stiffened under Marcus’ arm, and I visually pleaded with him to say no. Shock radiated off me, and the fact that Donovan kept his hold on my hand remained oblivious to me. Marcus took his time answering, and for a brief moment, I thought he would acquiesce. He didn’t even glance at me when he finally answered. “We’ll have to see how the evening progresses. She is only now beginning her training, and we’ll need to work out negotiations, including hard and soft limits.”
I only slightly relaxed at his words. I’d barely gotten used to being touched by Marcus. Aroused or not, I definitely wasn’t ready for a threesome. Donovan let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment at Marcus’ words. “Perhaps another time then.” He finally released my hand after another brief kiss on my knuckles.
After Marcus and Donovan shook hands in farewell, Donovan turned and headed toward several women standing in a group on the other side of the room. Once he reached them, he singled out a brunette wearing a choker necklace, an underbust red corset with nothing underneath and a matching satin thong. He fisted the woman’s hair in his hands, pulled her head back, and slanted his mouth against hers. Their tongues dueled and tangled as they grinded against each other. My arousal increased a notch, and I fidgeted in my seat.
Marcus leaned over and began rubbing a finger up and down my arm. “It’s exciting watching others, isn’t it? Come, let’s explore.” Without giving me a chance to reply, he reached down, laced our fingers, tugged me off the stool and walked away, pulling me along behind him. We ventured to the alcoves we’d bypassed earlier. I was fascinated with all the different things going on in each one. In the first, a woman laid on her back on a massage table, completely naked in a spread eagle position with her arms and legs tied to the legs of the table. A man stood next to her running a violet wand across her breasts. I heard the slight sing of the electrical current running through the wand. After she cried for more, he reached over and turned the dial on the open box sitting on a small table next to where she lay. I heard the increase in current as he moved the wand from her breasts to her crotch. Her back arched on the table as he reached his destination. The pleasure radiating off her was tangible.
In another alcove, a man gave a demonstration on fire cupping. In awe, I stared. “What is that?” Marcus went on to explain, as I stood enthralled. The Dom swabbed the inside of glass cups, varying in size from a shot glass to a rocks glass, with ethyl alcohol. He then lit the alcohol inside on fire and placed the cups top down in random spots along the woman’s back.
“If this is something you’d like to try, we will add it to your list of soft limits.” Absently, I nodded my head in agreement as I continued watching the show.
Throughout the rest of the night, Marcus introduced me to several different subs and a few Doms. He made it a point to touch me at every opportunity, whether a slight brush across my breasts as he pointed something out or more obvious touches such as when he cupped and squeezed my ass. I sensed he did it to get me accustomed to his touch, to the feel of his hands caressing me at any given time.
Right before midnight, Marcus escorted me back to the car. When we reached the passenger side, he pushed me up against the door. Before I even blinked, his lips crushed against mine. His tongue edged its way into my mouth, and he deepened the kiss, drinking me all in. It was the most erotic feeling ever. My tongue thrust against his in an imitation of what I wanted his cock to do to me. Marcus ground his erection against me. I almost orgasmed from the friction. As though he knew how close to the edge I stood, he broke off the kiss and laid his forehead against mine, our breathing heavy as we both sucked in air.
“God, the things I want to do to you. I want to strip that dress off you, bend you over the front of this car, and pound into that pussy of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll forget every man who has ever fucked you before.” He continued grinding against me, torturing us both in the process.
“I want that too, Sir,” escaped my lips. “I want you to fuck me. I don’t know what you’ve done to me. You’re all I think about. It’s like you’ve cast a spell on me. I want to submit to you. I spend too much time trying to control everything around me, and it’s exhausting. I’m tired of always being strong and in control. I want someone to unburden me. To allow me to release everything.”
Chapter Six
Penny
Marcus drove us back to my house in silence. I wasn’t sure what he thought after my declaration. I, however, was relieved that I’d finally made my wishes known. I hated keeping my feelings bottled up inside, and I was tired of always being in control. I wanted to give everything over to someone else. Actually, that wasn’t true. I wanted to give everything over to Marcus. He made me aware of myself like no one else. I didn’t want to fully analyze or dig too deeply into my feelings. It didn’t even matter that we barely knew each other. I only knew something about him made me trust him. Oddly, he made me feel safe. He lifted the weight off my shoulders by wrapping his arms around me. I was going to accept these feelings
for now and see where they took me. I knew at some point I’d end up with a broken heart. I refused to think that far into the future. I planned on taking things as they came and worrying about my inevitable heartache later.
We slowly pulled into my driveway, and Marcus shifted the car into park. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension, while we sat there with the car idling. After a minute of the continued silence, I thought he had changed his mind. “Well, thanks for the ride and for showing me the club. I had a nice night and learned a lot. I… I guess I’ll talk to you later.” As I reached for the door handle to let myself out, he grabbed my arm to stay the movement.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.
“I was going inside. You hadn’t said anything so I assumed you were dropping me off.”
“You think you can walk away after tonight? Not a chance, Sweetness. You’re mine. It’s taken all my willpower not to drag you out of this car and inside where I’d rip off all your clothes and fuck you three ways to Sunday. This is a lesson in control. And I’m the one in control. Fucking you is too easy. You could pick up any random guy and bring him home to fuck. That’s not what this is about. This is about learning your limits and building trust, which is important in any relationship.