The Diary of Anna’s Submission

by Jenika Snow

  May 20th

  Where do I start? I’m sitting on the deck, the sun rising over the peak of mountains in the distance, heating my body. Felix is somewhere in the house, no doubt conjuring up what he’ll do to me next. The beautiful colors of the rising sun mixed together in a hazy wonder. It is breathtaking, but maybe my experience last night is what is really making me feel this euphoric sense? Although I had fallen asleep almost immediately, I found myself waking up almost on the hour. Maybe it was to see if Felix was still there, or maybe it was to see if everything was just a dream, that everything he had done to me had only been an elaborate fantasy?

  I want to write the experience I had last night down, to tell you exactly what happened, but the very thought of what we did has me warming in remembrance. I need to get it out, need to tell someone what dark and glorious place I visited last night with Felix. My ass tingles, burns even now, just thinking about it. Well, here goes.

  Felix took me on another walk. We didn’t speak, but that was okay. The sounds of the night washed over us in a peaceful and serene embrace. His hand never left the small of my back, a warm, heavy weight that made me feel small yet cherished all in the same breath. When we returned to the cabin, we ate dinner. It wasn’t like breakfast, not at all. It was just two people enjoying each other’s company, despite the lack of conversation. It wasn’t awkward, though. I relished the silence, knew it was something that needed to be cherished, not frowned upon.

  After dinner, Felix told me to relax and that he would be back to get me shortly. I didn’t know what to expect, couldn’t even sit still as I tried to listen to what he was doing in the bedroom. I did see him go into that locked room I found when I first came to the cabin, but I couldn’t see what was inside or what he was getting out of there. I couldn’t hear anything, and that is what worried me the most. After what seemed like an eternity, Felix finally came back into the living room. My gaze dropped down to what he held—a dark, silk blindfold. I turned my attention back to his face, saw the hard look of determination and swallowed.

  “Come here, Anna.”

  I rose from my seat and walked toward him on trembling legs. When we were toe-to-toe he ran the tips of his fingers over my lips, down my cheek, and down the side of my neck.

  “Come on, Anna.” He took my hand and we went into the bedroom. The door was open and the light from the candles on the dresser illuminated, and also cast shadows, throughout the room. He was behind me, his chest pressed against my back.

  “Close your eyes.” His words were soft against my ear and sent tingles of apprehension and excitement through me.

  Although I hesitated, I did as he asked. Anticipation coursed through me with such force my knees felt weak. My skin pebbled when his fingers ran down my arms. When he pulled away, I involuntarily shivered and kept my eyes closed. When I felt the butter soft silk cover my eyes a wave of panic took hold of me.

  “Trust me.”

  That was all he said, but it was all I needed to hear. As if his voice was a talisman, my body slowly calmed and I became like Jell-O under his fingers. It was his voice, so soft and soothing, yet deep and commanding. I couldn’t help but listen and obey him.

  Once the blindfold was secured across my eyes, I felt him take my hand and lead me a few steps. My heart beat in my throat, my skin felt moist with perspiration, and I knew it had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with my readiness to experience what Felix had in store. I stood absolutely still when I felt him start to remove my clothing, one article at a time until I was nude.

  His fingers were nimble across my flesh, heating me slowly with mastery and expertise. He lifted my arms, and I heard a rustling before something tight and unyielding snapped around my wrists. I tugged when I realized he had secured them above me and started to pant. Never had I been or felt so vulnerable.

  “I’m going to open your senses up, Anna. For far too long you have stayed hidden within your perfect, comfortable little life, wanting to be woke from the mundane dream you have lived.” His voice became more distant, as if he was moving across the room. I heard the jangle of metal on metal and my throat became dry.

  “I am going to give you an experience you have never imagined. Tonight you will learn what it means to truly submit to me, Anna.”

  Oh God. His words tantalized me, but I feared what he had in store for me. Would he be gentle? Would he take into consideration that I had never done this, never even had sex before? He had been considerate and gentle with me at every opportunity, but I could hear the shift in his voice, a subtle yet distinctive note that made me realize I was in the presence of a very dominating man, one who didn’t show mercy.

  The images of him whipping that woman at the club—her ass red and welted, the sounds of her pleads and moans filled my mind and caused me to shake. I wrapped my hands around my binding, a rough texture that scrapped against my palm.

  “I will also teach you the importance of obedience since you have displayed continuously that you are unaware of the concept.”

  He was moving closer to me, I could tell by the way his voice came nearer, stroking over me like invisible hands and setting my blood on fire. I knew he was right behind me, yet he didn’t touch me. The feeling of his body heat spearing through me was like walking into a fire, hot and burning me alive.

  “Do you understand what I am saying, Anna? Do you understand that tonight will be about experiencing pleasure and pain?” I nodded because I couldn’t find my voice. My throat felt closed and my mouth dry.

  The feel of leather cracking across my thighs and ass had me gasping in response. I strained against my binds.

  “I asked you a question. You will answer me or I will continue to punish you the entire night.” He ran his palm over the area he had just spanked and I winced in pain. I could feel my blood rush to it and my skin tingled. The longer he rubbed his hand over the spot, the more it started to burn with pleasure.

  “Now answer me,” he whispered close to my ear. I cleared my throat to do what he asked.

  “I understand, Felix.”

  “Good.” He purred behind me and pressed himself closer to my back. I felt the stiff outline of his cock nestle between my ass cheeks. I wanted so desperately to press myself against him, to feel that hard, thick length rub along the most sensitive part of me, but I refrained, not wanting to disobey him further.

  Nothing was said for several moments and I didn’t dare speak and ask him what was going on. As if he had been waiting for something, maybe a shift of my body or an increase in my breathing, his open palm landed on my ass cheek with such force I swung forward on my restraints.

  Tightening my hold on the rope, I felt the fibers dig into my skin which caused a burn to travel throughout my whole body. His hand landed on the center of my back and applied pressure so that I was forced to lean forward. The strain of holding myself in such an awkward position started to cause an indescribable pain to settle in my arms, but I bit my inner lip and kept quiet.

  His hand smoothed over my back and across my ass cheeks, and then he spanked me hard, again. I felt the force of it down to my very bones and braced myself for more that I was sure was coming. Just like I anticipated, he cracked my ass several more times, the sound of flesh on flesh ringing throughout the room. Tears stung my eyes, but the pleasure was far greater than the pain he inflicted.

  Over and over he tormented me in sweet anguish, alternating between his palm and the leather whip. I could feel that rough, hard material strike my flesh, slip between my thighs and sting my pussy lips. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, pleasure and pain mixed into one—agony and ecstasy.

  When I didn’t think I could take anymore, and when I could hardly hold myself up, he stopped paddling me and started rubbing his hands over my bruised tissue. I was so sensitive, so tender that I shook each time his palm skirted over my skin. I sensed his heated breath by my ass and knew he was kneeling behind me. His lips and tongue were hot and moist as he kissed and licked my
abused body.

  “You did so well, Pet.” His words were a soft and seductive purr behind me and I felt a swell of happiness that I had pleased him. He kissed my tender flesh for another minute and then stood back up, wrapping his hands around me. I bit my lip to stem off the moan that would have spilled forth when he cupped my breasts.

  Thumbs and forefingers tweaking my nipples, he tugged at them until I felt the blood rise to the surface and cause them to become engorged. Just as quickly as he touched me, he pulled away. Even though I had the blindfold on, I could sense him moving from behind me to stand in front of me. I panted, knowing he was right there, but unable to see him or know what he was thinking by his expression.

  “If only you could see yourself right now.” I heard the pleasure in his voice which had heat sliding through me. The air stirred briefly and I smelled the cologne he wore, nothing overpowering, but powerful nonetheless.

  I didn’t feel the light caress of his palms on my breasts this time, but instead felt the sting of several strips of hard leather slap across my swollen mounds. My mouth opened on its own accord, and I arched my back when the pain struck every cell in my body, but like when he whipped my ass, the pain slowly started to morph into ecstasy.

  With every lash he delivered, I grew more and more aroused until I felt the warm wetness of my pussy cream slipping down my inner thigh. Embarrassment didn’t even play a factor in how my body was reacting because every time those leather strips struck my body I became frantic for more of his beautiful torture.

  I was needy for him, desperate to feel him pumping inside of me until I couldn’t move, couldn’t walk, couldn’t even breathe. Over and over he tormented me, giving me pleasure mixed with pain, heightening my desire, and sending me spiraling down the proverbial rabbit hole. I ached, felt tender and exposed in such a way it was as if my very soul was on display.

  “Tell me, sweetness. Tell me how you feel.”

  I opened my mouth, wanting to obey him but not finding the words, not even finding my voice. The pleasure and pain stopped abruptly, and I felt him tugging at my binds with a mixture of roughness. I sagged against his hard body, not able to support myself. His smooth, warm skin was against mine, and then I felt him lift me into his arms.

  He lowered me onto the butter soft sheets. They slipped against my overheated and oversensitive body. A moment later I felt a gentle tug and then the blindfold was removed. The lights were low when I opened my eyes, but too bright nonetheless. Blinking several times, I waited for my vision to focus and finally saw Felix standing over me. His shirt was off and his jeans were unbuttoned. The two flaps hung open and showed that delicious “V” that disappeared beneath his pants.

  His gaze was penetrating and I realized I had yet to answer his question. I wet my lips and took a deep, steadying breath. “I feel…”

  One of his eyebrows rose, and he watched me with a stoic and flat expression. I feared he was upset that I had spoken, but he had asked me a question, damn it, and although it had taken me a minute to gain my bearings, I thought he had still wanted to know.

  When he didn’t reprimand me for speaking, I continued. “I feel good.” Heat suffocated me at the way I had worded that sentence, and I saw a moment of amusement flicker over his features before he masked it. “I mean…” I wracked my brain for how I could word it but came up short.

  “I know how you feel.” His gentle words had me snapping my attention to him. “Spread your legs.” That gentleness vanished when he spoke again, and I clenched the sheets between my hands. I was already nude and he had already seen every part of me, but the act of exposing myself so crudely left me feeling embarrassed and even shyness. I didn’t want to keep him waiting, not after he had made it a point to continuously tell me how I had a bad habit of not obeying him.

  I shifted ever so slightly on the bed and winced as my tender flesh moved along the sheets. I knew there were bruises on me from the force of his spankings. Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly spread my legs, exposing the most private part of my body. I knew what he would see, knew how wet and swollen my pussy would appear. I felt my labia pull apart and my face heated. His gaze stayed on my eyes for a moment before he dropped them to my cunt.

  “Spread your legs as wide as they can go, Anna.”

  My heart thundered behind my sternum as I spread them wider and felt the strain of my muscles stretch taut. My pussy felt engorged, inflamed. I kept my gaze on him, watched for any clue as to what he might be thinking, and found none. He kept his composure on a leash, that it made me feel ten times as affected.

  “Reach between your legs and pull your cunt lips apart.” His eyes snapped up to mine but still no emotion covered his face. “I want to see how pink you are on the inside, my pet.”

  His words, spoken so low, so gentle, yet at the same time seeming so dirty had me wanting to beg him to fuck me senseless. I knew better, though, knew he wanted me to forget my place, forget I was his submissive, so that he could “teach me another lesson.” He might not have said it, but his intentions were as clear as day.

  Reaching between my legs, I had to brace myself on my elbows as I spread my labia as wide as I could. The cool air circulating throughout the room raced across my exposed inner lips like icy fingers of seduction. He watched me for so long cramps started to settle in my arms and legs, but I refused to move. I wanted to please him, wanted to do this right because this is what I wanted. Starting to shake with the force of holding myself up, I watched him stare at my pussy, my inner strength growing stronger with each passing moment.

  When I started breathing fast he sank to his knees on the floor, in front of me, and placed his hands on my inner thighs. The stream of hot air that wafted over my pussy as he breathed against me had me wanting to close my legs, but even if I wanted to, his body blocked any retreat. His mouth, hot and wet against my exposed pussy had me closing my eyes in bliss. He worked his tongue around my clit then moved it along my inner lips. His hot breath felt exquisite along my cleft, sending me spiraling closer to oblivion. The sound of sucking flesh had me on the brink of completion, but just as quickly as he started—he stopped.

  “I knew you would taste this good, so sweet, so tempting,” he murmured against my swollen flesh, and I felt a stab of desire spear through me. When he pulled away I felt bereft and disappointed.

  Although he hadn’t told me to stay still, I didn’t move a muscle as I watched him stand and walk toward a table I hadn’t seemed to notice before. The lights were dim, the candles scattered throughout the room and casting shadows like black tentacles throughout the room. I couldn’t see the contents on the table, which only heightened my worry and curiosity.

  The sound of metal clanking together was soft yet sent a shiver of unknown pleasure through my body. When he turned and held a small box-like device in his hands, I strained to see exactly what it was. It wasn’t until he came closer that I felt my eyes widened.

  In one hand he held three, wire type straps with metal clips attached to their ends. In the other hand he held the small device. The three cords were attached to the box and I felt a shiver of fear slam into me. I didn’t know what he planned on doing with that contraption, but I did know he intended to use it on me.

  He was smirking. The sight made him look devilishly handsome, not in a pretty-boy sort of way, but because he knew what he was about to do to me, and that I was completely at his mercy.

  “Move up to the top of the bed and place your hands above your head.”

  It took me a moment to comprehend what he said because my attention was still on what he held. Once I was situated, I watched as he climbed on the bed between my spread legs. I flicked my gaze back toward the shadowed table, and realized his sexual paraphernalia was littered across it. I also realized that he must have gotten all of his “toys” from the locked room I had been curious about. Trembling, anxious to find out what he had planned had beads of perspiration dotting my brow. When he was so close I could smell the light hint of whiskey on
his breath, I licked my suddenly bone dry lips.

  Climbing onto the bed, Felix came closer to me, his mouth mere inches from my own. He leaned in another inch and I thought he would kiss me, but he disappointed me by gripping my wrist. I glanced down and saw him attach a dark strip of silk around my wrist. He did the same on the other side and then attached my hands to the wrought iron headboard.

  Felix leaned back and stared at me for several long moments. Lifting his hand, he held a thick strip of material, the same as what bound my hands. He reached forward and wrapped it loosely around my neck as if it were a scarf. Confusion settled within me for a paused moment before he moved down the bed and secured my ankles in the same fashion he did my wrists.

  Here I was, spread wide, four point restraints holding me down, and at the mercy of the Dom. Experimentally I tugged on the restraints, realizing there was no escape.

  “Now, my sweet submissive Anna, you are irrevocably my prisoner.” There was a note in his voice, maybe excitement? I couldn’t tell because he kept such a tight reign on his emotions and facial features, but there was definitely a glint in his eyes that proved he was pleased with what he had done.

  Leaning back, he stared at my binds for several long, drawn out moments. I shifted, feeling the intensity of his gaze. Then he grabbed the contraption he had set on the side of the bed and held it up for me to look at. I wanted to ask what he planned on doing to me but my tongue felt thick and swollen.

  As if he read my mind he answered my unspoken question, “This, my precious, is a little treat for being so giving.”

  He set the box-like device on the bed and held up the three, thin cords. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I stared at those ominous looking wires and tiny alligator clips. With a smirk, he took a clip and brought it to one engorged nipple. I stared, with anxiousness, as he attached that clip to my turgid peak. My whole body stiffened when the metal bit into my skin, cutting off blood flow and causing the tip to swell even more, becoming a bright shade of red. He did the same with the other nipple, and then slid the third clip down my belly toward my pussy. I was sweating by now, the pain from the clips starting a slow burn of desire pumping through me. For one agonizing moment he held that frigid metal clip to my clit, making me jerk from the contact. Slowly, my body heated the metal and my clit started to tingle with pleasure.