From Seduction to Submission (15 page)

“I’m not sure you
have been exposed to these but they are called Japanese clover clamps. The beauty of them is in their ability to increase their clamping pressure as you put more load on them.”

Natalie watched in fascination as Jo-Anne pulled down on the chain attached to one of the clamps and she could see Clair’s breast being stretched and the nipple distending as the pressure increased. As she pulled harder, the clamp continued to hold and Clair’s moans became louder and more highly pitched. She then came back around and selected a cane from Marc’s outstretched hands.

As the music continued, she positioned herself behind and to one side of Clair and began delivering relatively soft but very rapid strokes with the cane.

“These are just designed to continue the warm up process,” she said to Natalie. “You may have noticed that Clair responded very little to what I was doing to her breasts and even to what you did with your hand. This tells me that she is well into sub space right now and she is ready to take the cane. In time to come, you will be in a position like Clair and you will understand exactly what I mean. I wonder if it will be Sir James or I who is wielding the cane.” She looked at
Natalie with piercing eyes and just a hint of a smile on her face. Natalie returned her gaze, asking herself the same question.

Natalie was trembling at the thought of what she had just heard but despite her shock she was fascinated at the very thought of it. She watched in amazement as Jo-Anne wielded the cane. Periodically the music delivered a heavier beat and with each heavier beat, Jo-Anne delivered a heavier stroke with the cane before reverting to the softer more rapid beats in the interim.
Initially, Clair responded to the harder beats by groaning but as time went on her responses became more muted even though Natalie could see that Jo-Anne was increasing the intensity of the strokes.

She continued the routine of delivering strokes and pausing to inspect Clair’s butt and to tease her a little, at one stage inserting a dildo into her and leaving it sit in place while the caning continued. After one particularly hard stroke, Clair moaned loudly and Natalie was shocked to see her butt cheeks clench noticeably as the dildo was ejected from her wet pussy and fell to the floor.

The music continued to play, and Jo-Anne beckoned for Natalie to approach her. She whispered, “I want you to go around and hold Clair’s hands to give her support. I am going to deliver four more stokes. As I deliver the last stroke, you are to let go of her hands and instantly remove the nipple clamps from her. Do you understand?”

Natalie nodded and immediately moved around to comply with Jo-Anne’s instructions, squatting down and grasping Clair’s hands. Clair responded in turn, returning the clench quite strongly. Jo-Anne’s voice then cut through the music.

“Slave Clair, I am going to give you four more stokes. After the last one is delivered, you are to come. Do you understand?”

It took a second or two for Clair to respond but in a very distant and dreamy voice she replied, “Yes
, Mistress.”

Jo-Anne then selected a slightly thicker and stiffer cane than she had been using. She swung it back and delivered the first blow, landing it near the top of Clair’s butt.

“One.”

Clair moaned loudly as the pain from the blow cut through her consciousness. She clenched Natalie’s hands harder. Jo-Anne swung the cane again.

“Two.”

This
elicited a higher pitched moan— almost a squeal. There was a longer than normal pause as Jo-Anne prepared to deliver the next stroke. She drew the cane back and delivered two blows in quick succession.

“Three... four... n
ow come for me my pain slut.”

Clair screamed and Jo-Anne thrust the cane to one side and quickly started finger fucking
her. Natalie wrenched herself free from Clair and removed the nipple clamps, letting them drop to the floor. This elicited another squeal from Clair who now exploded into orgasm. Her body began bucking and writhing within the confines of her bonds and her squeals turned into repeated moans as each wave washed over her.

As Jo-Anne fucked her with two fingers,
she hooked them down to her G-spot as they slid in and out. After every couple of thrusts her fingers would come all the way out and slide down around her engorged clitoris. Natalie could not resist the urge to grasp Clair’s nipples and roll them gently in her fingers. Spurts of clear liquid gushed out as her body writhed as much as she was able against the bonds that held her so strongly.

Clair was repeating, “Oh God
,” over and over again as her orgasm continued. Eventually, her voice became softer and the incantations grew further apart. Jo-Anne motioned for Marc to release Clair’s bonds while Jo-Anne draped herself over Clair and hugged her tightly.

“You did so well to take that from me, slave.”

When Clair was untied, Jo-Anne pulled her from the horse and laid her down on the bed on top of the horizontal cage, cuddling her and soothing her. Marc laid a blanket over them both and motioned to Natalie to follow him. They exited the dungeon and Marc took her back to the living room.

“Let me get you a drink, Ma’am.”

“Thank you, Marc. I think I need one after that.”

Marc left the room and Natalie realized how much she was shaking. She had never seen anything so intense in her life and she could not help but picture herself in Clair’s position with Sir James wielding the cane. She wondered if that was her future. She ran the evening’s events through her mind as she awaited Marc’s return with her drink. She could not help but feel that she had been part of something very special and very beautiful and wanted to explore it further. Her excitement had been building
since Marc was first summoned and she felt that she had learned so much.

She was grateful that things had not developed to such a point where she would have been further involved in the activities, especially on the receiving end. As aroused as she was, it would have been extremely difficult for her to comply with the instruction Sir James had given her not to touch herself. While she might have been able to explain it away by having someone else doing things to her, she still would have felt guilty by playing with the semantics.

Marc returned with a cold crisp glass of white wine and placed it down in front of her. He put the wine in an ice bucket then went and stood by the door, hands behind his back and waited.

“That was quite an incredible experience in there
,” Natalie said.

“Lady Jo-Anne is quite an amazing lady, Ma’am.”

“Marc, you can call me Natalie. The stripes on your butt were delivered in a similar scenario I trust?”

“They were, Ma’am.”

“How did you meet Jo-Anne… Lady Jo-Anne?”

“It was at a party – a straight or vanilla party. I was taken by her beauty and her presence. There were men all around her, like bees to a honey pot I thought at the time
, and I didn’t think I was even going to get a look in. At one point, as she was going to the bathroom, she paused by me and asked – actually she told me to get her a drink and wait for her return. Although a little shocked, I complied with her direction. She returned, took the drink with a smile and a wink then as she was walking away she told me to be there waiting for her at the end of the night.

Initially
, I was shocked at her arrogance…her sense of expectation and entitlement, but at the same time I was fascinated. I didn’t get the chance to chat with her again but towards the end of the evening she found me and gave me her card and simply said, call me. She left the party by herself and the following day, with much trepidation, I called her and the rest, as they say in the movies, is history.”

“And you serve her and she beats you and you have become her slave?”

“You make it sound so… so simple… abusive even. It is very much different from that. It is a relationship of love and beauty and devotion and we are lucky that my masochistic submissive nature dovetails well with her sadistic dominant needs. It didn’t happen overnight; we had a number of dates where I guess it would be fair to say that her actions became gradually more controlling.”

He went on, “Firstly
, she suggested I address her as Lady Jo-Anne which I though was a bit odd but kind of cute. It gradually became less of a joke and more serious as I was falling hopelessly in love, more every time I said it. I still chuckle as I think back to it. Every time she physically hurt me, I fell further in love with her. She would reach out and pinch my nipples through my shirt as she gazed deeply into my eyes. As my face contorted with pain, her smile would increase. Then she would put her hand down against my, by now hard cock, and say things like, Good boy, or, I love it when you respond like that. It wasn’t long before I was putty in her sadistic little hands.”

Natalie could see so many parallels between Marc’s story and hers with Sir James. “Hmmmm. I think I understand that feeling,” Natalie said thoughtfully. “Had anyone else ever beaten you and dominated you before Lady Jo-Anne?”

“No, of course not and I would have bet you the world that nobody would. I did not set out searching for this life, but now that I have found it, or more to the point it has found me, I wouldn’t swap it for the world. I am her slave now, not because she forced it upon me. I am her slave because I choose to be and she honors me by allowing me to serve. I love her dearly and am totally devoted to her.”

“Do you think she loves you back?”

“Yes she does, but on a different plane from the one where I love her. I think it would be correct to say that she loves me dearly but that she is not ‘in love’ with me. If the truth be known, she probably loves me like an owner loves their pet, if that makes sense?”

Natalie did not respond immediately
as she thought over what she had just been told. “Actually, it does make sense. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

Just then the door opened and Lady Jo-Anne returned, sans latex. She was now dressed in track pants and a loose fitting top
. Despite how she was dressed, she still exuded poise and power. She was leading Clair on a leash and as they joined Natalie, Clair carefully knelt down beside her Mistress, resting her head against her knee. Clair was wearing a pair of cotton harem pants and a leather strait jacket. Natalie could see that her mind was still a long way away and she had a look of satisfied bliss on her face that somehow greatly appealed to Natalie. It wasn’t a feeling of envy but rather a feeling that she wanted to share – a feeling of being owned and cared for. Marc immediately poured a drink for his Mistress, topped up Natalie’s glass then knelt down on the other side of his Mistress.

“I hope you enjoyed sharing our little activity in there this evening, Natalie.”

“It was totally amazing, unlike anything I have seen before…just amazing. I feel very privileged.” Natalie looked at Jo-Anne and smiled. “Thank you so much for sharing this part of your life with me and thank you for helping to educate me and giving me some inkling of where I might be heading with Sir James.”

“It can be a rocky and somewhat scary ride sometimes.”

“But is appears that you, Marc and Clair have managed to see it through.”

Jo-Anne put her hands around the heads of her slaves and drew them into her legs. “Yes
, and I would not have it any other way. I treasure them both for what they give me. They are priceless.”

“Well, there is so much more we need to talk about
, Jo, but unfortunately my head is just about overflowing at the moment. I need time to process a lot of this.”

“Of course. It will take time. You should go now. You probably need to get yourself home and give yourself a bit of relief.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I love to do that. Unfortunately, Sir James told me not to touch myself before I see him again.”

“Ahhhhh. If I had known, I could have done more to get your juices flowing,” Jo-Anne said with a wicked glint in her eye.

“I somehow doubt that much more could have been done to make my juices flow, but I love the sentiment,” she replied playfully.

“Hmmm. Be careful or I might take the bait.”

A shiver of excitement passed through Natalie as she looked her friend in the eye and realized she was genuine.

“Give me a call and we can get together again.”

Natalie rose to leave and went to give Jo a perfunctory kiss good-bye. As she did, Jo-Anne grasped her with both hands and delivered her a deep tongue kiss, taking Natalie totally by surprise. She held the kiss, exploring Natalie’s mouth with her tongue. Initially, Natalie tried to pull back but before long her resistance melted. When they finally broke, Natalie said with a grin, “You meany! You knew what that would do to me.”

“Panties wet again?”

“What do you mean again? Just wetter!”

“Good. Maybe I should put a collar on you and have you as a guest in the special overnight cage under my bed?”

Natalie leapt up and made a beeline for the door. “Please don’t put suggestions like that into my head. I will never get to sleep.” She winked at her friend and beat a hasty departure.

The trip home went by in a blur as Natalie had all manner of thoughts running through her mind. When she finally got to bed
, she tossed and turned for over an hour before she finally gave in to temptation. Damn James, or Mr. James, or Sir James, or whatever he wants to call himself, she thought to herself. If she wanted to masturbate, who is he to tell her whether she can or whether she can’t? She will do as she damn well please. She was not his slave. As she thought about her last sentence, without even thinking about it she automatically added a “yet” to the end of it.