From Seduction to Submission (12 page)

His voice was even and pleasant, his gaze never wavering. As she was processing his demand, she was looking around and then looking down at the table. She quickly realized that if she was careful, the table cloth would provide her sufficient privacy, but anyone looking her way would realize she was doing something strange. The vibrations began again and she bit her lip. Her nipples had hardened as she was processing his demand and she realized it was the pure audacity of what he was demanding she do in this public place that was exciting her.

She continued to gaze into his eyes as she slipped her left hand surreptitiously up under her skirt and pulled one side of her panties down, squirming a little as she did so to let them slide
over the globe of her butt. She then repeated the process with her right hand. Ensuring she continued to meet his gaze she was relatively confident that nobody else nearby, especially in the dim light of the restaurant, would have any idea of what she was doing. Eventually, slipping them over her heels, she scrunched them up in her hand and, after looking around to see if anyone was paying attention, passed them across the table to Sir James. He took them before raising them to his nose just like he would a handkerchief.

“Ahhhh, Natalie. There is nothing quite like th
e scent of an excited woman. You are excited, aren’t you?”

The vibrations stopped once again and Natalie realized she was shaking. She felt dirty but excited at the same time. She felt embarrassed but s
afe, slightly humiliated but proud. She had passed his test. She broke off her eye contact and dropped her eyes, looking at the table.

“Yes, Sir. I don’t know how you get me this way all the time but yes, Sir. I am very excited,” she whispered.

Just then she spotted a woman who looked just like Jo-Anne. She was at the desk of the Maître d and looking away from Natalie. She startled somewhat as the vibrations commenced once again, just as the woman walked away. Natalie looked back at Sir James.

“What’s wrong
, Natalie? You look like you have seen a ghost.”

What is she doing here, she wondered to herself?
Was it really her or was Natalie’s mind playing tricks on her? Natalie found that by crossing her legs she could force the vibrator into a position where her pleasure continued to build rapidly. She was becoming flushed as she looked back at Sir James and replied, “Oh…oh… No. I just thought I saw someone I know.” She was squirming around in her chair slightly, and she knew that if the vibrations didn’t stop shortly she was going to have an orgasm at the table. She gazed at Sir James and he was looking deeply into her eyes.

“Yes, Natalie. Let it happen. I want to watch you.”

That was enough to trigger it. She felt the first wave and she closed her eyes. As much as she tried to suppress it, Natalie’s body jerked as the first wave of orgasm rippled through her body. Her whole body tensed up and her face contorted into what could have been mistaken as pain but it was in reality just pure pleasure. A long low moan escaped her lips.

“Natalie. Open your eyes and look at me.”

She was afraid of what would happen if she did so, but she obeyed his instruction regardless. Opening her eyes and meeting his gaze was the trigger for the next wave of pleasure to course through her body. His look was intense and there was the barest hint of a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

Her mouth opened as she fought to maintain her gaze, not to mention her composure. Just looking at him resulted in continuous waves that she could not control. Her expression was one of begging. She wanted the buzzing to stop but at the same time she hoped it never would. Combined with him gazing deep into her soul
, Natalie’s excitement only increased, making the orgasmic waves even stronger. Just as she thought she was going to lose control totally, the buzzing stopped. She was flushed and she clamped her hand between her legs. She just sat there staring at Sir James as a strong and very obvious shudder went right through her body. She was vaguely aware that the waitress who had returned with the wine was standing there waiting for Sir James to taste it. She looked at Natalie and then back at Sir James.

“Is everything alright
, sir?”

With a totally deadpan expression he replied, “Perfectly all right, Mary. I think my partner has just experienced a spontaneous orgasm
, but she will be back with us shortly. Oh, and the wine is fine, thank you.”

The waitress looked him in the eye, then back at Natalie. Natalie looked aghast. “Oh he has the most inappropriate sense of humor at times. Pay no attention to him.” Just then, she felt a pulsing electric shock pass across her vulva and she let out an involuntary yelp before quickly regaining her composure. She looked at Sir James then back to the waitress, smiling weakly. “I’m fine,” she added quickly. The waitress poured the wine, placed the bottle into an ice bucket and asked, “Will there be anything else at the moment, sir?”

“No, thank you.”

The waitress smiled, looked back towards Natalie
, and departed. Natalie, who was still struggling with her composure, eventually glanced around. Luckily there only seemed to be one couple who had noticed what was going on. The man was smiling and the woman looked a little shocked. Natalie shifted her gaze back to Sir James.

“Oh my God. That has never happened to me before. Oh my God.”

“When you think you can stand up, go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up my dear. On your way back, please bring us a plate of appetizers to share.”

The restaurant had a buffet style servery that allowed patrons to select their food from a wide range of countries and cuisines.

“Do you have a preference, Sir?”

“No. I trust your judgment, Natalie.”

She stood and walked away a little shakily to find the bathrooms. Just as she saw the sign, she also saw who she thought was Jo-Anne sitting at a table across the restaurant.

When she had finished taking care of herself, Natalie exited the cubicle and was surprised to find their waitress, Mary, standing there. Mary smiled and handed Natalie a note.

“Sir James asked me to come in and make sure everything was all right.”

Natalie
unfolded the note and read it.
I have asked Mary to come and ensure that you are ok. I have also asked her to check that your toy is still in place and is working properly, but she will be waiting for you to ask her. Ask her to check, then stand with your legs apart and lift the front of your skirt. SJ

A look of horror came across Natalie’s face as she screwed the note up. The hell I will, she thought to herself. She could also feel her face flushing as she looked at Mary. “Do you know what the note says?” she demanded.

“No. But I have a fair idea of what it might say. Nothing would surprise me. I have known Sir James for quite some time.” She had a sympathetic smile on her face. “There are at least three women in this restaurant tonight, including me, who would happily throw in their job and swap places with you in a heartbeat. He has some… let’s say interesting needs, but he is always the perfect gentleman and, as you know, he is just oh so hot! I can see that you are already head over heels in love with him. He is not in love with you and that is the way you want it to remain. He obviously cares a lot for you, and he wants the very best for you, but if he falls in love it will alter the whole dynamic and the magic you share at the moment will evaporate.”

“How do you know that? How could you possibly know?”

“You will just have to trust me on this one. I know,” Mary replied with a note of finality in her voice.

Natalie’s mind was racing as she tried to work out what she was going to do.
“You don’t have to do anything you are not prepared to do, Natalie,” was the statement from him that kept coming to the front of her mind.

“My guess is that he has asked you to say something to me or do something with me knowing full well that it will unsettle you, which I can see that it has. Although you genuinely do not want to do whatever it is that he has asked, you feel tortured about it. He knows that as difficult as it is for you to comply, when you finally do, you will actually find it arousing in a kinky sort of way. I also think you know he is right, but you are still struggling to accept it because it is some sort of act of submission that will bring you further under his control. He is still testing you
, and if you fail the test by refusing to comply, he will know that you are unlikely to be ‘The One’ for him.”

Finally
, Natalie took a giant leap of faith, turning to face Mary she stood with her legs spread.

“Sir James gave me a gift that I am wearing. It is quite an intimate gift and I would like you to inspect it and make sure it is still positioned correctly.”

Mary smiled. “Of course I will be happy to do that for you. And although I didn’t say anything before, I have to say now that you look absolutely stunning in that fabulous corset. I have heard more favorable comments on you and your outfit this evening than I have in quite some time.”

Natalie reached down with both hands and lifted the front of her skirt. Mary looked down and nodded slowly. “And that accounts for the spontaneous orgasm, you lucky thing,” she said. She squatted in front of Natalie. Reaching over, she played with the straps a little then moved the plastic to ensure it was still imbedded between Natalie’s labial lips correctly. Natalie let out a little moan. They heard the outer bathroom door open and as Mary stood up, Natalie dropped her skirt down, quickly smoothing it out as Mary turned to wash her hands.

“I can confirm to James that all is in order. Are you sure you do not wish to swap places with me,” Mary pleaded.

Natalie’s expression softened as she turned back to face Mary. She smiled. “It’s a heavy burden I bear
, but someone has to do it.”

She followed Mary out of the bathroom and found much to her annoyance that Jo-Anne, if it actually was Jo-Anne, was gone.

As she was selecting a range of appetizers, she felt a new sensation between her legs and she had no idea what it was initially. There were no vibrations, and initially it simply felt like a small prick, as if someone was touching her with the point of a pin on her labia. The intensity increased and she realized she was receiving small pulsating electric shocks. They were causing her muscles to contract slightly each time they hit, and it actually felt like she was being fucked as she walked. Had she not known better, she would have sworn there was something moving in and out of her while she went about her business and she found it quite disconcerting.

Looking around, she was sure that anyone who was watching her would be able to tell exactly what was happening beneath her skirt
, but she was relieved to see that nobody was paying her any attention whatsoever. She made her way back to the table, placing the plate in front of Sir James. She looked at him and noticed a slightly bemused smile on his face. “Sir, I have no idea how you are doing it but it may please you to know that I have never before experienced the sensation of being fucked while I have been making my way along a servery bar. It was quite an amazing experience that I am still having as I sit here with you. I am, however, unlikely to orgasm again at this stage, regardless of what sort of sordid manipulations you achieve.”

She noticed that her plate and cutlery was gone and correctly assumed that he was going to go through the ritual of feeding her once again, morsel by morsel. As much as it brought back pleasant memories of the night they met, she adopted a slightly stony faced expression. Sir James looked at her.

“Why so glum, Natalie? If it was a simple pout, I would scold you but I can see there is more to it than that. Was it what I sent Mary in to do?”

“That is only part of it. That by itself probably would have resulted in a simple pout.”

“Well, what is the rest of it?”

“The woman who I m
entioned earlier who I said I thought I knew.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I saw her again, but she had disappeared when I came out of the bathroom.”

Sir James looked at her, raising one eyebrow. “Describe her.”

Natalie proceeded to describe Jo-Anne including what she was wearing and where she had been sitting. “Her name is Jo-Anne.”

“Ahhhhhhhhh.”

“You know her?” Natalie demanded.

“I know of her. So Jo-Anne is her real name? I have only ever heard her called Lady Jo-Anne
, but I had assumed her name was not real. I thought she looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place her.” He looked at Natalie thoughtfully.

“Lady Jo-Anne? What the hell? She is Jo-Anne. We have been friends and confidantes for years,” Natalie said with a mixture of shock and surprise in her voice.

“Obviously not the confidante you thought, my dear. She and I move in some of the same circles. In those circles she is known as Lady Jo-Anne. She is an experienced dominatrix with a particular penchant for tight fitting latex. She has quite the reputation for being both sensuous and for being sadistic. She revels in building the excitement level of her subjects and gradually pushing their boundaries. She is sweet and quite sensual as she tortures her subjects. And virtually all of them clamor for more. I would actually like to see her in action. She has quite the following and it is said that she enjoys dominating women and men alike.”