Mistress of Submission

by Nora Weaving

  “Stay still.”

  With long, slow, languid thrusts, he fucked her mouth, pushing himself deep into the back of her throat, before he pulled out and repeated the process. Kalliope sat, immobilized, as Kreios had his way with her mouth. He began to thrust faster, holding her head tighter as he pushed in and out of her mouth. His breath was hot and ragged and Kalliope felt him twitch against her.

  Seconds later Kreios cried out, the sound a mixture of lust and relief, as he emptied himself in Kalliope’s mouth. Kalliope gagged on his thick semen as it spurted in thick, hot torrents. She gulped it down, making sure she got very drop. Kreios was still hard as he lazily fucked her mouth, reveling in his post-orgasm bliss.

  He knelt down before her and took her head into his hands.

  Kalliope averted her eyes.

  “Look at me, Kalliope.”

  Slowly, she slid her eyes up to him.

  “Your mouth felt like heaven. I am pleased.”

  Kalliope nodded and looked down again. Kreios righted himself, and Kalliope kept her eyes trained on his waist. Suddenly his cloak dropped to the ground, and Kalliope watched as his thick hand moved to his semi-hard cock and began stroking it. To her surprise, it began to harden again.

  Kreios groaned. “Kalliope, I’m getting hard for you again.”

  He lay down on his back on the bed and motioned for Kalliope to stand.

  “Take off your dress.”

  Kalliope slowly undid her belt and pulled the shoulder of her peplos down. Her breasts fell free, and the material gathered at her waist. She gently tugged the material over her hips and it fell in a soft puddle on the floor. She stepped out of the dress and stood before Kreios, naked except for her gold necklace.

  “Sit your pussy on my face,” he ordered, “With your hands against the wall.” Kalliope froze for a minute, unsure of how to proceed. She had never done this before.

  “Now!”

  Kalliope quickly climbed onto the bed, straddling Kreios’ face. She lowered herself until her pussy was resting directly on top of him.

  “Mmmm,” he murmured, snaking his hands between her thighs and spreading her open like a flower.

  Kalliope moaned and her hands flew up as she steadied herself against the wall. She had never found herself in such an intimate position before. She could feel Kreios’ nose poking against her clit and she had to admit that this felt beyond sinful. Kreios was leading her down a deviant path she could never have imagined on her own.

  With expert fingers, Kreios began stroking her moist opening, his fingers teasing her entry. Kalliope moaned, her voice high and needy as she writhed on top of Kreios’ face.

  Teasing her further, Kreios began to push just the tips of his fingers inside her. When Kalliope thought she might explode from need, Kreios thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. The sensation was indescribable, and Kalliope nearly fell against the wall as she let Kreios fuck her with his fingers.

  In and out. In and out. His fingers moved at a slow, steady rhythm, and then began to move faster. Kreios crooked his fingers against her soft, spongy spot, and Kalliope screamed with pleasure as she felt her body burn with need.

  She would combust for sure.

  Just as Kalliope was about to come, Kreios pulled his fingers away. She cried out in protest.

  “Oh, Kalliope. I’m not finished with you yet,” he teased. He took his hands, and gently pushed her open even further. He shifted slightly under her until his tongue was at just the right angle. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, gently seeking her tight opening. He rimmed her pussy with his wet tongue, making Kalliope grind against his face with need. Kreios laughed softly and Kalliope knew half his pleasure came from the exquisite torture he was administering.

  He traced circles around her opening, making her delirious, until finally he thrust his tongue roughly into her, owning her with each hard plunge.

  Kalliope cried out as she felt his tongue enter her, and she knew that Kreios had bent her to his will. Kalliope writhed on top of him, her breathing shallow. As Kreios continued to possess her with his tongue, he slid his hands along her bottom, and gently spread her ass cheeks apart.

  Kalliope froze for a moment but then quickly relaxed. Kreios softly stroked her anus, gently teasing it open. Kalliope was embarrassed to admit that with all her experience with men, she was still a virgin to anal sex. A few of Gaia’s customers had participated in anal play, but none of them had shown any interest in anal sex. Kalliope had always heard that anal sex was considered cosmopolitan.

  Kreios continued to push his tongue into her dripping pussy, while his fingers coaxed her anus. Once she was slightly open, Kreios pushed his thumb into her puckered opening. The full sensation in her ass sent her over the edge and her orgasm ripped through her, sending her body into spasms as she bucked against Kreios’ face.

  Kreios cried out with excitement as Kalliope came on top of him, and he hungrily lapped up her flowing juices, while keeping his thumb buried deep in her ass. Her orgasm kept going, and Kalliope let the waves wash over her as she rode his face.

  When her body finally stilled, she was sapped of all energy and collapsed, her upper body slumping against the wall. Kreios moved out from under her, and gently laid her down on the bed.

  “Kalliope, you are coming along nicely. You have been good not to speak. Though, tell me now, was that pleasurable for you?”

  Kalliope looked up at Kreios with wide and satiated eyes. “Oh yes, very much so.”

  “Good. You are a fast learner. Have you experienced a lot of anal?”

  “No, not much at all.”

  “Did you like having your ass filled?”

  Kalliope felt her face flame for some strange reason. She was a woman of the night; she shouldn’t be embarrassed. “Yes. I liked it very much.”

  Kreios nodded. “I can see that you are tired. Being a submissive can drain you of energy, even in small doses. I still plan to fuck you, but I will be easy on you.”

  He reached for Kalliope’s belt and pushed her hands above her head. Just as Orestes had, he bound her wrists together. Kreios moved atop her with ease and he used his hands to push her legs apart. He dragged his hand through her wet sex and groaned deep in his throat.

  “You’re ready, Kalliope.”

  Without pretense, he pushed his full length inside her, filling her completely. Kalliope wanted to dig her nails into his shoulder, but she was unable. Instead she twisted beneath him. Kreios thrust into her again, this time he moved his hand up to her mouth and pushed his fingers between her lips.

  “Suck my fingers,” he whispered.

  Kalliope seductively sucked on his fingers as she looked at him through hooded eyelids. She was eager to please, and she knew that this first encounter with Kreios could make or break her at Hera Selene.

  Kreios’ eyes rolled back in his head, and he continued to slide in and out of her tight opening as Kalliope licked at his fingers. He pushed more fingers into her mouth and Kalliope continued to suck. She had to admit that she was getting off on sucking his fingers.

  Suddenly, Kreios pulled his hand out of her mouth and grabbed her legs, pulling them hard around his torso. He pushed into her again; this time deeper than before, and Kalliope moaned loudly, her breasts bouncing on her chest. Kreios thrust faster and he spoke between ragged breaths.

  “Yes! Kalliope! Yes!”

  Kalliope brought her hips up to each thrust, and Kreios grunted as he pounded into her.

  “Kreios!” she moaned, knowing her orgasm was only moments away.

  “Argh!” Kreios yelled, thrusting into her one final time as his cock jerked inside her. She felt him explode. Kreios shook as his orgasm tore through his body, and he tugged Kalliope’s hair and squeezed her breasts. When he had finally emptied himself, he lay on top of Kalliope, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

  Kalliope was disappointed that she hadn’t come with Kreios. Her previous customers always wanted to make her come, and she didn’t unde
rstand why Kreios kept her orgasm from her.

  “You’re wondering why I didn’t let you come?” he asked, his voice throaty.

  “Yes.”

  “You need to know who is in charge. When I enter this room, you are mine. I am your master and you do as I say. You will come as I see fit. You will do well to remember that I am in charge and your job is to obey me.”

  Kalliope gulped and nodded. So, Kreios was asserting his power. Kreios stood slowly and dressed. He moved to Kalliope and looked at her naked, bound body.

  “We are only just beginning. I will tell the others of your eagerness to learn.” He reached down and leisurely unbound her. “You have done well Kalliope, I was wise to visit you. I will come back for your service.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, looking down demurely.

  “Oh, Kalliope,” he groaned, “You are already learning so quickly. Do not move or get dressed until I leave the room. I want your helpless, naked body to be the last thing I see when I leave.”

  He dropped a few coins in a dish by the door and vanished from the room.

  Kalliope waited for a solid two minutes before she slowly rose. Her mind was reeling from her session with Kreios, and she took her time dressing as she tried to process what had happened. Once she was dressed, she tiptoed to the dish and saw that Kreios had left her a hefty tip. She knew that any money that was left in the rooms were for the women to keep. The men already paid a fee to Priska upon entering.

  Excited, Kalliope clutched the money to her chest, never having made anything even close at Gaia’s brothel. She hoped that Kreios would tell his friends. She made her way slowly out to the courtyard, and she was shocked to see a handful of men.

  They were waiting for her.

  A slow smile spread across her face. She saw Melina move from the shadows towards her customer and she gave Kalliope a small wave. Kalliope licked her lips and teased her waiting customers, playing with them as she tried to make the decision of whom she would bed next.

  She finally settled on a general, and she grasped his hand before leading him back to her room. This time she was ready to submit to her master.

  * * *

  Kalliope cracked open her eyes and rolled over. It was dark in her room, but she knew that the sun must be up now. She yawned and tried to fall back asleep. She had been up late into the night, pleasing her new clients. The soreness between her legs let her know that she had taken one too many customers, but she had been eager to make her name at Hera Selene.

  Sighing, she pushed off her covers, knowing that she would not fall back asleep. She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. Yawning, she rose and pulled a cloak over her dressing gown. She slipped out of her room and caught the smell of something delicious cooking wafting in the air. She made her way towards the dining room, where a few other women were eating their breakfast.

  Breakfast was a loose term. Judging by the light, Kalliope assumed it was mid-day. A young, feisty woman with bouncy dark curls grinned at Kalliope.

  “Looks like it was a good night for you!”

  Kalliope grinned back and ducked her head. “Yes.”

  “Don’t be shy! The men loved you! I think you had the best first night on record!” The woman paused. “I’m Harmena. You’re Kalliope, right?”

  “Yes. Nice to meet you.”

  Harmena smiled again as she stuffed a huge bite of egg into her mouth. Kalliope guessed that Harmena was near her age. She was one of the younger girls that Kalliope had seen at Hera Selene.

  “How long have you been here?” Kalliope couldn’t help ask.

  Harmena grabbed her plate and cup and sat directly next to Kalliope. It was a friendly gesture.

  “My parents both died when I was sixteen. I lived with my aunt for a few years and a nobleman discovered me. He offered me a new life, and I gladly accepted. I came here when I was nineteen.” She paused. “It’s been four years now.”

  So, Harmena was only a few years older.

  “What’s your story, new girl?”

  Kalliope sighed. “It’s a bit of a long story. I worked in a brothel in the north and a soldier found me. I grew up in that brothel, but I had only worked as a prostitute for the past two years. The owner was good to me,” she explained. “The soldier brought me here two days ago. I’m still adjusting.”

  Harmena grinned conspiratorially. “Stay away from Iole,” she whispered, pointing to a haughty woman at the far end of the table. “She’s a bitch. And watch out for Leda,” she continued, nodding her head at another woman. “She sleeps with the men, but she prefers the women. She’ll try to soap you up in the baths.” Harmena gave Kalliope a pointed look. Kalliope looked at Harmena in shock.

  “You have a lot to learn,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Come on! Eat your breakfast, and I’ll show you around. I promise it will be better than Melina’s tour.”

  “How do you know Melina gave me a tour?”

  Harmena rolled her eyes again. “I make it my business to know everything here!”

  Kalliope devoured her breakfast and then hurried after Harmena. “Shouldn’t we get dressed?” she asked.

  “For what? We don’t have to work for hours!”

  Kalliope realized Harmena was right, and she spent the next three hours learning all the ins and outs of Hera Selene. Kalliope had to admit that Harmena’s tour was a lot more informational, not to mention more practical, than Melina’s. Kalliope learned where to find extra food, who to avoid, quiet places for reading and meeting friends, and even where to find a stash of sexual props should she so desire.

  “I’m hungry again,” Harmena admitted, after she had shown Kalliope her room. It was only one room, but it was large. Harmena was able to divide the room into a sitting area and bedroom.

  “Come on. Let’s go see what we can scrounge up in the kitchen.”

  Ten minutes later, Kalliope and Harmena were resting against a countertop, eating two halves of crusty bread.

  “You must have been something special if Orestes brought you back here,” Harmena mused.

  Kalliope only shrugged. “Honestly, I’m not sure why. All I did was follow his directions.”

  “That’s a pretty big deal in and of itself. Most prostitutes like to be in control. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

  “I guess. It was easy enough...and it was exciting.”

  “That’s the most important thing here. Learning the lifestyle. Knowing what each man likes. The men begin to pick favorites. Some of them only see one of us, while some visit a few of us. You will have your own clients soon enough.”

  Kalliope hoped so. She felt like she was so far behind everyone else.

  The women finally went their separate ways, and Kalliope went back to her room to rest before she had to start working again. Kalliope felt more confident tonight, she even placed the delicate broach clip in her hair.

  She was overwhelmed when she stepped into the courtyard. Though she was prepared to sing and entertain the men, there were a few who were already waiting for her service. Kalliope saw Priska watching her from the corner of the room, and she gave Kalliope a curt nod when their eyes met.

  Kalliope’s first client was rather dull, and Kalliope didn’t have to do much to please him. However, Kalliope’s second client was much more interesting. He was handsome in an intense way, with dark eyes that followed Kalliope’s every move. His hair was long and slick, and Kalliope could see that he was muscular. Just as Kalliope was moving towards him, Harmena came walking by.

  “Be careful of Spyro. He’s a nasty thing,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Kalliope thought nothing of her words and moved toward the man. She had dealt with more than her fair share of unpleasant men at Gaia’s. She could certainly handle her own.

  “I’m Kalliope,” she breathed to the man, reaching out for his hand.

  “Spyro,” he said curtly, ignoring her hand and standing. Kalliope felt his eyes rake across her body and she felt slightly uneasy. Sh
e brushed the feeling off and led him to a room at the end of the hall.

  Spyro looked around the room, his eyes dark and excited. “This is an excellent room. I like the privacy.”

  Kalliope wasn’t sure what his words meant. She cast her eyes downwards. “Tell me what pleases you,” she said softly.

  Spyro made a sound deep in his throat and he came behind Kalliope, his breath hot on the back of her neck.

  “Sweet Kalliope,” he whispered, his hands on her shoulders and moving down her bare arms. “The men could not stop raving about you last night.” He paused, cupping her sex and squeezing. Kalliope gasped. “They say your pussy is as sweet as a juicy cherry.”

  He rubbed her sex harder, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Kalliope shifted on her feet, trying to find pleasure in his rough touch.

  “How long since you lost your virginity?” he asked, his voice breathy with excitement.

  “Two years.”

  Spyro groaned with desire. “Ohh. I bet your pussy is still tight.” He slid his hand inside her dress and moved to her sex, parting her lips with his fingers, before strumming against her clit.

  Kalliope moaned softly, her head rolling onto his shoulder. There was something dangerous about Spyro, but it was part of his appeal.

  “That’s right,” he murmured as he rubbed Kalliope’s clit, “Feel how good I can be to you. Feel my fingers making you moan.”

  Kalliope grinded against his hand, pushing her pussy towards him, desperate for more. Spyro responded, driving her crazy, until at the last minute, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and frustrated.

  He laughed cruelly. “Oh, Kalliope, you have much to learn. I don’t let my girls come that easily. And certainly not before punishments.”

  Kalliope shivered slightly. The word punishment set her on edge.

  “But first, you’re going to suck my cock.”

  Spyros pushed her roughly to the ground and Kalliope cried out as her kneecaps hit the hard floor. Spyro pushed his cloak to one side and took his thick erection into his hands.

  Kalliope made a move towards Spyro’s cock, but he grabbed her hair roughly, causing her to cry out again. Steadying Kalliope’s head with his hands, Spyro slowly eased her mouth onto his cock.