An American Submissive in Britain (25 page)

She’d decided to be very honest about her feelings, however, when David had arrived at the inn, later on in the afternoon.

He had felt so badly about his mother and sister’s behavior and had been mortified when he’d received Guy’s call and learned how she’d got lost in the fog. Gina had told him that none of that was his responsibility, and as far as she was concerned, she would love to keep in touch with him, especially now that she was staying longer in England.

David seemed really pleased at the news, and when she’d given him the number of the cell that Guy had given her, he had promised to call at the weekend to make arrangements for the two of them to meet up.

Gina dragged her thoughts back to the present and checked the time. Then she went to the kitchen, still wrapped in one of the blankets, and put the plates in the oven to warm.

When Guy arrived with the wonderful smelling food, Gina grabbed the warmed plates and they took everything into the sitting room where Guy pulled his sub back onto his lap and fed her the delicious take out until she was fit to burst.

They went to bed about an hour later, and as Gina lay there, her Dom warm against her body, she went over the past week again in her head and she realized, with a smile, that it had been one of the best weeks of her life.

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The plan was that Becky would go with Gina to Guy’s house so she could get ready for the ceremony in peace, while Guy helped Andy at the inn until the part-time staff arrived and took over at seven thirty.

Guy and Gina arrived at four o’clock, and Gina helped Becky take her things down to her car, mentally checking everything off in her head while trying to keep Becky calm. She called the Indian restaurant to check on the food, and was re-assured by the owner that it would be delivered to the club at eight sharp. Andy had heard back from everyone he had invited, and only one couple was going to be out of town.

Now, all she had to do was make sure Becky stayed calm and ate something before they left for the club so she didn’t pass out, before she had a chance to be collared.

The two women checked one last time before they made their way to Guy and Andy, who were waiting for them by the front entrance. Just as they reached the two men, Gina stopped in her tracks.

“Shit!” she said, turning to Becky. “I was so busy making sure you had everything, I never thought to work out what
I
should wear. I never thought for a second that I’d be going to a BDSM club. Oh God, Becky, do you have anything I could borrow?”

It was just what Becky needed to take her mind off her nerves and the two women rushed back into Becky and Andy’s bedroom where Becky started to pull things out of drawers and closets.

Back by the door, Andy and Guy raised their eyebrows and shrugged.

“Fancy a pint, mate?” Andy asked Guy.

“There’ll probably be time for a couple,” Guy commented.

They both grinned and returned to the bar, where Andy pulled two pints of beer, and they settled down to wait for the women.

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* * *

Gina looked dubiously at the outfit Becky had put together for her.

“Are you serious?” she asked, her eyes wide as Becky placed the clothes in a bag and handed them to Gina.

“Trust me, you’ll look amazing, and let’s face it, it’s not as if you’ll be wearing them the whole time.”

Gina’s heart skipped a beat. It was one thing to be naked in front of two or three people. But a whole club full? Oh God, she really didn’t know if she was ready for this.

“Hey, you’re the one who’s supposed to be looking after me,” Becky exclaimed with a laugh. “Come on, let’s get over to Guy’s place and watch a movie on that giant screen TV of his.”

“A movie? There won’t be time for that. I’ve got you on a tight schedule, you know.”

“Okay, mom,” Becky said, and laughed when Gina made a face at her.

Back downstairs, Guy grabbed Gina’s ass and pulled her to him. “I’ll look forward to seeing what you chose to wear for me tonight, sub,” he murmured in her ear before running his hands over her body and kissing her so thoroughly that she staggered back when he eventually let her go.

Still dazed by the intense kiss, Gina barely noticed Becky grabbing her arm and dragging her outside to the car.

Becky cranked up the music before they had even left the inn’s parking lot, and they both sang along with Adele while Becky negotiated the narrow country lanes leading to Guy’s house.

Gina let them in with the key Guy had given her that morning. It made her feel warm inside to know that he trusted her with the key to his home, and she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to actually live here with him on a more permanent basis.

One step at a time,
she told herself, and took Becky’s dress out of the bag so she could hang it up. It really was beautiful. Becky was a talented seamstress.

“Seriously, I really don’t think we’re going to have time to watch a movie,” she stated, glancing at her watch. “Why don’t you go and have a nice relaxing bath and wash your hair, and then I’ll help you get ready.

“A vodka would be better than a bath right now,” Becky replied, grabbing her bag and making her way upstairs.

“Not going to happen,” Gina called after her with a smile as she walked into the kitchen to make Becky a sandwich. However, when she caught sight of the bag that contained what she was supposed to be wearing that evening, she almost changed her mind.

At seven thirty, Becky walked down the stairs, and Gina smiled up at her friend. “Oh…My…God…you look amazing” she said, and it was true.

Becky’s petite form looked incredible in the sheer gown, her large high breasts clearly visible while her curly blonde hair hung in ringlets down her back, making her look like some kind of erotic angel.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Becky took in Gina’s outfit. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, grinning at Gina.

“You could say that,” Gina replied. The boned corset was in a deep red velvet material with black piping around the edges, and Gina’s ample breasts spilled over the top, while the skirt, if you could call it that, was in the reverse color scheme, black with red piping, and came down to cover about two thirds of Gina’s ass.

“I guess you’re quite a bit taller than I am, because that skirt actually covers a lot more of me, than it does you,” Becky said.

“Yeah, well I’m not even going to look in a full length mirror before we leave, because if I do, you’ll probably end up going by yourself tonight.”

“Oh no, we’re going together, right now.” Becky grabbed both their bags and handed Gina hers. “It’s a good job we’ve both got fairly long coats,” she commented, gathering those up as well.

“Yeah, for God’s sake, don’t get stopped for speeding, or we are in a whole lot of trouble.”

Driving to The Manor took almost twenty minutes, and it was nearly eight o’clock by the time Becky parked the car. She explained that the club was located at a beautiful old Jacobean manor house just outside of Newmarket.

Isaac, a friend of Guy’s and Andy’s, had bought the building when it was in quite a bad state, just a couple of years before Andy had started renovating The Red Lion. Now Isaac lived above the club, which took up the entire ground floor of the impressive manor house.

Gina felt her nerves begin to build, as she took in the impressive medieval looking wood doors. A female member of staff greeted them, checked their names on a list, and then took their coats, shoes and bags, securing them in two lockers behind a large desk in the hallway. Then she pressed a button on the desk, and within seconds, a second member of staff, dressed in just a black lace thong and matching black cuffs, appeared from the doorway at the back of the room.

“Hi Becky,” she said. “Wow, you look amazing.”

“Thanks, Michelle. You don’t think it’s too much with the hair and everything?”

“God, no, it’s perfect.”

Michelle turned to Gina and gave her a welcoming smile. “Hello, you must be Gina. I’m here to escort Becky to the stage, and then your Dom has requested that I take you to him to be seated, ready for the ceremony.”

“Oh…thank you.” Gina followed Becky and Michelle nervously. It was much more formal than she’d thought. Michelle was obviously a submissive, but worked here as well. Gina hadn’t really thought much about what the club would be like. The only ones she had known about, back home were just kink clubs in the city, and she’d never plucked up the courage to try any of them.

This one was obviously very select, and when they went through the doorway and into the club itself, Gina was immediately hit with the incredible atmosphere.

The huge room was lit only by old-fashioned lanterns attached to the walls, under which were placed leather couches and chairs. There was a bar up at one end, with tables and chairs set around it, but the rest of the room was dedicated to BDSM.

Whips, paddles, canes and some implements that Gina didn’t even recognize hung from the walls, just the same as in Guy’s smaller dungeon, but this room had everything from spanking horses and benches, to St Andrew’s Crosses and spider webs, to padded examination tables with stirrups attached.

There was a corridor that led off the main room and Gina could see two or three doors on each side that were obviously used for more private scenes. The far side of the room was sectioned off for whipping scenes, and Gina shuddered at the mere thought of Guy using a whip on her in private, let alone in front of a room of people.

She was just trying to work out what the strange wooden frame was to the left of the spanking horses when Becky turned to her and Michelle.

“Okay, this is it. I have to wait in that little room there until the ceremony starts, so I’ll see you afterward.” She pointed to a door just ahead of her.

Gina gave her a quick hug. “Just remember, if you forget the vows, you can always use the backup.”

Becky frowned. “Backup? What backup?”

Gina’s attempt at a Scottish accent was even worse than Becky’s had been, “Even if I can’t understand a bloody word you say, I’ll still give myself to you, body and soul.”

They took one look at each other and burst out laughing.

Michelle glanced at Gina as she escorted her back across the main room to a pair of double doors leading off a side wall.

“I guess you had to be there, right?” she said.

“You sure did,” Gina replied with a grin.

The grin died on her lips when she entered the room behind Michelle. It was full of people.

Gina could tell the Doms and subs apart purely by the seating plan. Every submissive seemed to be on his or her knees by their respective Dom. As they navigated the throng, just about every head in the room turned their way.

Blushing to the roots of her hair, Gina walked quickly over to Guy who was sitting at the front of the group.

Copying the other subs, Gina knelt next to him and spread her legs a little, putting her hands on her thighs the way Becky had shown her. She was acutely aware of how short her skirt was, especially when her heels rested on her bare ass.

Looking carefully around, so as not to draw attention to herself, she saw that many of the subs were more scantily dressed than she was. In fact, quite a few of them were completely naked.

Guy smiled at her, and rubbed her shoulder affectionately, kissing her lips when she turned to him.

In front of them was a small carpeted stage lit up with the same lanterns, only much brighter, and Gina realized at once that Becky’s dress would be transparent when she stood under them. A small ornately carved wooden table stood a little to one side with several things laid out on it, including a cane and a paddle. Gina also saw a black box with gold writing on it, and she knew that it contained the collar Becky had wanted to wear for so long.

She had read quite a bit about collaring ceremonies, and several accounts had told of a spanking, or caning of some kind as part of the ceremony. Gina wondered if Becky knew what was in store for her, and realized that she actually felt nervous for her new friend.

Two huge columns stood at the back, one on each side of the stage, and at the front were two smaller, shorter ones with vases of deep red roses placed on top.

The room stilled when a tall, middle-aged man walked on to the stage and smiled at the group.

“Good evening everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Isaac and I am the owner of The Manor. Tonight, we are here to celebrate the collaring and commitment vows of two good friends of ours, Andy and his submissive, Becky.

“This is a celebration of their relationship and the commitment that they wish to make to each other, in front of their friends tonight. After the ceremony, the couple would like to invite you to play in the dungeon and enjoy the buffet that will be set out in the dining room.”

Isaac left the stage and sat on a vacant chair on the end of the front row.

Andy walked out on to the stage, and stood in front of the table, looking handsome and huge in a black suit and shirt and a dark red tie. A few seconds later, Becky walked out from the other side of the stage and made her way slowly to her Dom.

Andy’s expression when he saw Becky almost made the need for words obsolete. Every person in that room could see the love he had for her.

When she reached him, she smiled shyly and knelt before him, her head bowed in submission.

Andy spoke first, telling the group why he had chosen her as his own submissive, and promising to love, cherish and instruct Becky for the rest of his life.

Then Becky spoke her vows, explaining what she wanted to achieve as the submissive he had chosen to collar, and how she promised to love and serve Andy for the rest of her life.

Andy then helped Becky to her feet, and she undid the dress, letting it slide down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it, bowed her head, and knelt again at Andy’s feet.

He opened the box on the table and took out a silver Celtic-styled collar made of interlocking pieces, which looked right at home in the medieval-type atmosphere. He bent and fastened it around Becky’s neck, and then leant down and kissed her gently on the lips.