Designed for Submission (Devine Designs)

by Maggie Ryan

  ''Wanna bet whose ass is redder?'' Nancy asked, with a soft moan. Elizabeth shook her head. While Nancy enjoyed the occasional spanking, she considered them as more of a punishment. That worked very well for Jason, as he intended to continue to be a strict but loving husband and Dom. Elizabeth had never truly been spanked for punishment in payment for some naughtiness or disobedience. She was wired to crave and enjoy hard spankings and paddlings to enhance her sexual arousal. She felt certain that Nancy would be a little shocked at the condition of her best friend's ass.

  ''I'm sure you'd win,'' Elizabeth said, and then hid her smile in the pile of marshmallows floating on top of the cocoa.

  ''Hmmm,'' Nancy said, as if she doubted it. ''Okay, enough of red butts—tell me, what did you see at the restaurant? What's up with the limo?''

  Elizabeth felt a shiver course through her. She took another sip and then told Nancy all that she had seen.

  Nancy was smiling, her friend's story seemingly unbelievable. ''Do you think she knew people could see her?'' she asked. ''Did he know you were there? Did he do it on purpose?''

  Elizabeth thought for a moment. ''I can't see how she couldn't know,'' she said. ''She wasn't even in the car all the way. I guess she hoped that the door and the driver would shield her, but, believe me, from where I was standing, there was very little left to the imagination.'' She paused for moment, thinking about Nancy's second question. ''I don't think he knew I was there. I don't think he was performing for anyone or even cared,'' she said, quietly. ''His entire attention was focused on her. God, I still can't believe it.''

  Nancy laughed, her own panties growing moist at the story she had heard and the visual she could just imagine. ''That's probably one of the hottest stories I've ever heard,'' Nancy admitted. ''I wonder what it would feel like to be exposed like that in public.''

  Elizabeth snorted into her mug. ''You can't tell me that you have to wonder, Nancy,'' she said. ''You've been on display at the club many times.''

  Nancy giggled and shrugged. ''Guilty as charged, my fellow Subbie. However, as much as I enjoy it when Jason shows me off, it is not the same as being out in public where vanilla people could see me,'' she said, and enjoyed her friend's look as color appeared on her cheeks. ''Besides, girlfriend, I've seen a great deal of your charms, as well, but I know you'd just die if you thought anyone other than our friends ever saw you not all buttoned up and properly covered.''

  Elizabeth colored even more before she reached out and slapped her friend on her arm. ''Exhibitionist,'' she said with a smile.

  Nancy stuck her tongue out. ''Prude!'' she said, and then giggled. ''What color were her panties? I bet they were black,'' Nancy said, arching her eyebrow, knowing Elizabeth would blush again. She was correct; Elizabeth felt her face heat. Nancy chuckled, ''Or maybe red like your face.''

  Elizabeth shook her head, an exaggerated look of disapproval on her face. ''You are incorrigible, girlfriend. I told you, I couldn't see any panties. What bugs me is that he called me by name inside the restaurant. He looks so familiar, but I swear I've never met him before.''

  ''Hey, since he called you Miss Adams, maybe you met him at some club. You know Doms always address the Subs as 'Miss whatever' until a relationship has been established. I bet that's it,'' Nancy said, sure she had found the only plausible explanation.

  Elizabeth was about to agree but suddenly gave her suggestion serious thought. After a moment she shook her head. ''No, I don't think so,'' she said, and then smiled. ''Believe me, if I'd seen him at a club, I would definitely make sure I introduced myself.''

  Nancy nodded but then chanced to look over at her friend again. ''Then how did he know your name?'' she asked.

  Elizabeth simply shook her head. ''I have no idea. Besides, we both seem to be forgetting that he was with his girlfriend. He is obviously seriously involved,'' she answered, feeling a sense of something fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Knowing she needed to change the subject before she started talking about how the man was having some sort of mystical effect on her, she forced herself to smile broadly. ''Okay, enough with the kink; next weekend is all about you. I know we've got to meet about the Dietrich project, but God, aren't you excited? You are getting married and committed!''

  Nancy immediately stopped thinking about Liz's mystery man. Thoughts of becoming Jason's wife as well as his collared Submissive swept through her.

  The women sat up for another hour talking about the upcoming nuptials, while Elizabeth removed the towel from her hair and began combing it out. They had been planning the ceremonies for months now, and it felt unreal that they would soon be completed in a few more days.

  ''I feel bad that you are going to have to carry most of the weight on the project,'' Nancy said. Elizabeth waved away her concern.

  ''Nonsense, we have everything planned, down to the last pillow. We will have next week to work out any kinks, and then, my friend, you are going to get married and go on a nice romantic, very sexy honeymoon,'' Elizabeth said, meaning every word.

  Nancy smiled, her face dreamy.

  As Elizabeth stood to go to bed, she added, ''Just make sure your spanked ass is back a week later!''

  Nancy stood and the women hugged each other. It seemed like only yesterday that they had met and yet they had come so far together.

  ''I promise, partner,'' Nancy said, as she carried their mugs to the kitchen. ''If I'm not back on time, you can blame Jason.''

  Elizabeth laughed, and they walked down the hall together. As Nancy turned into her room, Elizabeth reached out and swatted her. Nancy yelped and turned around, her mouth open. ''If you aren't back, I'll just bring your wonderfully loving husband a nice thick paddle and count out one stroke for every single moment you are late! Love you, good night,'' she laughed, as she went into her own room and closed the door.

  Nancy yelled, "I hope you have horrible nightmares!"

  Both women were laughing as they climbed into their beds. Elizabeth turned over onto her back, a small moan floating from her lips. Her breathing indicated she was sleeping, but her rapid eye movement showed she was in a deep dream state.

  ''Bend over and bare your bottom, Elizabeth,'' she heard her Master say. She shivered, knowing she had displeased him when they were dining earlier.

  ''Please, Sir, not … not here. Someone might see me,'' she pleaded, her face burning. His eyes flashed, and she knew he was disappointed that she was trying to squirm out of the well-deserved punishment that was coming.

  ''Would you rather we return to our table and I punish you there?'' he asked. Her heart skipped a beat, knowing he would not hesitate to do so.

  ''No … no, Sir,'' she said, softly.

  ''You know I do not care to repeat myself,'' he said. ''If I have to tell you again, I guarantee you will provide the entertainment to an entire room full of people.''

  She imagined the driver giving her a knowing look, as he pretended to be only holding the car door. She dared to turn her head, and her fear was realized. The driver was not only looking, his mouth was turned up in a knowing smile. She knew her Master wanted her to know she had no choice but to obey, even with another watching. Elizabeth moaned as she bent over and slowly reached to pull up her skirt to bare her bottom. She shivered as she felt the chill of the evening air flowing across her bottom, feeling guilty when she realized she was becoming aroused. She dared not move, even when she felt her Master's hand caress her exposed bottom, his thick fingers sliding between her legs to feel the wetness of her sex.

  When he removed his fingers, he chuckled softly. ''You are such a naughty girl,'' he said. ''You dare to complain about baring your ass when your pussy is sopping wet with the thought of being on display to whomever might wish to look.'' She bowed her head lower. He was right. She was a naughty girl and deserved to be punished. Before Elizabeth had even completed her thought she felt his hand smack hard against her ass. She moaned but did not dare to move so much as a single an inch. Two additional smacks were applied, and she felt he
r bottom begin to burn. He once more slid his fingers between her legs. ''So wet you are practically dripping in the street.'' She felt him lower her skirt and help her to rise. As she stood, she imagined the eyes of a hundred people upon her, smiling, knowing she was the naughty girl who had to be punished.

  ''That was just a sample of what you shall receive,'' her Master said.

  ''Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,'' she said. As he guided her into the car and the driver climbed behind the wheel, Elizabeth saw him looking in the rearview mirror. In her bed, Elizabeth squirmed, her recently paddled bottom adding to her dream.

  ''You belong on your knees,'' her Master said, and watched as she slid gracefully off the leather seat to kneel between his legs. He opened them slowly, as if deciding whether she were worthy to serve. ''Suck me,'' he said, gruffly, as he unzipped his pants and released his cock, already hard and demanding attention. Elizabeth moaned in her desire to serve—to prove to him that she was sorry for her disobedience. She opened her mouth and obediently took her Master inside, her lips stretching to accept the cock that she had been ordered to service.

  As he forced her head down along the length of his shaft, ignoring her sounds of distress or the flood of saliva that poured from her lips stretched so wide around his cock, she met his eyes. ''Open your throat for me, Miss Adams,'' he said, in that tone of voice that brooked no disobedience. ''You'll suck me slowly, but I promise,'' he continued, as he pressed the back of her head firmly, ''that you will take every inch of my cock and thank me for the pleasure."

  Elizabeth jerked up in bed, her heart pounding, as she felt her body convulse. She was stunned to find her hand down the front of her pajama pants, her fingers still on her trembling sex. She had never masturbated in her sleep before. She was breathing hard, her pulse racing. She slowly pulled her hand free, her entire body shuddering. God, it had been the most intense dream she'd ever had. She slowly pushed back the covers, suddenly way too hot for her heated body. She climbed out of bed, shaky and embarrassed and yet truly amazed. She quietly went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the taps as she stripped out of her pajamas. Her panties were soaking wet as she peeled them off her body. She tossed everything into the hamper and stepped into the stall.

  The water cooled and cleansed her, as she stood under the stream. Elizabeth was careful not to get her hair wet; she didn't need to wash it again, but she knew she would never be able to sleep until she was clean and fresh. Shutting off the water, she wrapped a thick towel around her body and padded back to her room. Newly dressed in a fresh pair of panties and a short gown, she climbed back into bed, turning on her side. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. She forced the memory of what happened to the back of her mind, but right before she slipped into sleep, a man's face swam into view, his intense blue eyes seeming to stare into her soul

  Chapter 5

  ''That is the hottest story I've ever heard,'' Nancy said the next morning, as they drove to the office. ''I've never heard of anyone coming in a dream … wow, Liz, this Limo Man is really messing with your head.''

  Elizabeth shrugged, not willing to tell her best friend that it wasn't only her head he was messing with. Her body ached and her heart pounded every time she thought of him. ''Limo Man?'' Elizabeth said, attempting to add some humor to the conversation. ''I guess that's a better way to think of him, if he shows up in my dreams again. I've been calling him Ma … Mystery Man.''

  Nancy looked at her, her eyes betraying that she had, indeed, caught the slip. ''While I am praying that you do find a man that you wish to call Master and find the happiness and love that I have with Jason,'' Nancy said, as they pulled up to the office, ''I don't want you to lose any sleep over some mystery Limo Man. Agreed?''

  Elizabeth nodded, as she unlocked their office door. ''Agreed. Besides we are going to be way too busy to be fantasizing about anything but this project.'' Nancy flipped on their computers and did not bother pointing out that Liz had used the word "fantasizing" rather than "dreaming."

  The next week flew. The women worked long hours and would have missed many meals if not for Jason. He knew very well how intensely they buried themselves in their work. He also knew the timing could have been better; Elizabeth would be swamped while he and Nancy were on their honeymoon. Elizabeth would never complain, but Jason did all he could to make this week easier by preparing dinner every evening, keeping it warm in the oven or waiting in their refrigerator, with easy instructions on warming it up whenever they finally dragged themselves home.

  The entire team met at the Dietrich home on Friday morning. Benjamin and Helen welcomed them all and accepted their thanks with a graciousness that proved why so many firms wished to work with them. Their house was a large mansion in the very wealthy River Oaks neighborhood. Though other neighborhoods had grown up outside the Houston city limits that offered larger homes, the homes in River Oaks offered a stately, elegant charm that the others could not copy.

  Nancy and Elizabeth watched as the last of the furnishings and accessories that were not in their final design were packed up and taken to storage. They were keeping the antique bedroom set, both agreeing the bed was not only a better quality than a great deal of the furniture available today, it was romantic. It had been in Benjamin's family for years and hopefully would continue to be passed down the family line.

  Nancy said, ''Liz, are you sure you don't want to wait for me to help? I feel like I am abandoning you. You've got so much still to coordinate. I know my people aren't scheduled until after next week, but those are just the final things. In the meantime, you are going to be stuck supervising all of this!'' Nancy said.

  They left the bedroom and entered the adjoining bathroom. It was being enlarged and updated, and had already been gutted, the plumbing moved to allow for a huge shower, a much larger double-sink vanity and a claw-foot tub that Elizabeth had found and was currently being restored. ''I'm sure, Nancy,'' Elizabeth assured her. ''The shower will be in by Sunday, and I can spend several days next week working on the mosaic. It will be fine, I promise. Everything is under control. I don't want you worrying about anything. You are getting married tomorrow,'' Elizabeth continued, with a smile. ''I love you, girl, and as you so wisely said not too long ago, this project is not what life is about. Now, relax and think about how Jason is going to look when he sees you walking down the aisle.''

  Nancy threw her arms around Elizabeth. ''I love you, too,'' she said and visibly relaxed. Elizabeth grinned, knowing Nancy's mind was no longer just fixated on the project; it was on the love of her life.

  The Dietrichs left when the teams did. Until the house was finished, they would stay at a hotel. Knowing how uncomfortable a long hotel stay could be, the teams agreed to try to make their return as quick as possible. Elizabeth certainly didn't mind. After this weekend, she had nothing to keep her from burying herself in her work.

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  The wedding was even more beautiful than Elizabeth had imagined. Nancy was radiant in her gown. It was a simple sheath of white satin, every inch of the fabric clinging to her gorgeous body. Elizabeth fought back her own tears as she helped arrange the floor-length veil, pulling it back behind the bride, who stood beside her proud father, her hand tucked into the crook of his arm. Nancy's mother gave her daughter one final kiss before she turned to enter the church, tears of happiness already on her cheeks. Nancy's parents were very liberal, open-minded individuals who gave their children the freedom to choose their own paths. Both knew that Nancy and Jason lived a lifestyle that a great deal of people would consider unnatural, or even sinful. However, they understood that their little girl had found true love and happiness with the man of her dreams. Knowing Jason adored and loved their daughter, knowing he would protect her and share her dreams, was really all they could have hoped for.

  The bridesmaids lined up, each giving the bride one last hug. When it was Elizabeth's turn, the women embraced, though neither said a word. All had been said before, the love they sh
ared strong—their desire for the other to find true happiness, sincere.

  The vows were beautiful, as the couple promised to love and honor each other. Elizabeth smiled as Nancy promised to obey her husband and knew the vows were far more than mere words. Nancy made the promise with all of her heart. Jason promised to protect Nancy always, to guide her through their lives and to love her until the day he died. There wasn't a dry eye among the women attending the wedding. When they were pronounced man and wife and they kissed, the church erupted in cheers and shouts. Laughter replaced tears as Jason released his bride, to speak loudly: ''Let's see if my wife meant her vows.'' Wiggling his eyebrow, he said, ''I order you to kiss me again.''

  Nancy laughed and then slowly reached out to cup his face between her palms. No one dared breathe, as she moved ever so slowly towards him. Just before she placed her lips against his, she paused. ''I will always obey you, my husband,'' she said, clearly.

  Again the church filled with cheers. Elizabeth felt herself quiver, watching their distinctly passionate kiss and knowing without a doubt that neither would ever break their vows.

  The commitment ceremony took place that evening at their favorite club. Far fewer attended, since it was a much more intimate ceremony. As Elizabeth again helped prepare Nancy, they were far more solemn. Instead of a white dress, she helped Nancy dress in pure white lingerie: a barely-there thong, a lacy bra that just managed to cover her nipples, white stockings, held up by a white garter belt, and six-inch white heels. The final item was a flowing, gossamer white cape that Elizabeth tied around Nancy's neck. As she stepped away, she knew that Nancy would soon be bare, wearing nothing but the collar of her submission that Jason would place around her neck.

  ''I think you are even more beautiful than you were this morning,'' Elizabeth said, meaning every word. Nancy smiled but seemed far away. Elizabeth knew she was already slipping into her submissive mindset. After a final hug, Elizabeth left to join the audience, her clothing far more modest than most of the attendees but still quite different than the gown she had worn that morning. She wore a black miniskirt, under which she wore a pair of white, lacy panties. Her blouse was also white and would have been acceptable outside the club if it weren't sheer enough to allow the lace of her bra to be clearly visible, the round fullness of her breasts almost spilling from the small cups. She wore black heels over sheer stockings. She looked incredibly sexy, in what was the total opposite of her normal attire.