From Seduction to Submission (22 page)

Holding her hands out, Natalie took them in hers and Jo-Anne helped her to her feet. “You should go. You have much to think about.” Jo-Anne rang a little bell that was on the table
, and a few seconds later, Clair and Marc re-entered the room. They could see the flustered look and had a pretty good idea of what Natalie had gone though.

“Natalie is leaving now.”

Clair stepped over, giving her a hug. “You will make the right decision and you will never regret it,” she whispered before kissing her on the cheek and standing back.

Marc took Natalie’s hand, bowing slightly and kissing the back of it, he said, “Good luck
, Ma’am.”

“Thank you both for your honest answers. Your obvious happiness has helped me, but at the same time given me much to think about. Thank you again.” Natalie smiled and turned to go. Marc slipped by her to open the front door.

When she finally crawled into bed, she knew she would be unable to sleep until she got some relief. Closing her eyes and with her hand between her legs, her mind turned to thoughts of Sir James looking down upon her as she was secured in his sling, open and exposed a
nd yearning for him to take her in any way he desired. Then turning out her bedside light, she reached into her bedside drawer and withdrew her egg.

Inserting it deep inside herself, she turned it on before her hands slid up her firm belly and onto her breasts, taking her nipples in her fingers
and feeling them harden almost instantaneously. They were still quite tender from Jo-Anne’s manipulations earlier and as she rolled them gently, her thoughts went to Jo-Anne, Lady Jo-Anne, and the power she exercised over her just an hour or so before. She reflected on her smooth soft voice with that touch of steel in it as she ordered Natalie to come as she counted down.

She rolled over, still pinching and rolling her own nipples as her breasts were squashed against her mattress. She clenched her legs together and allowed her egg and its gentle vibrations to finish what Lady Jo-Anne had so cruelly interrupted.

Work for Natalie the following day was just a blur. While she was able to defer the items that required any significant degree of intellectual and legal rigor, she managed to push on with the more perfunctory items while mulling over the discussions of the previous night. She felt she knew what she was looking for, but she wasn’t sure it could be achieved in a real relationship. Most of what she had done with Sir James revolved around his total control and domination of her, and she wondered how this would play out in a more permanent and committed relationship.

Was she actually strong enough to give up control of the requisite aspects of her life? Would she be able to acquiesce to his demands without becoming angry and rebellious and thereby destroy the existence she found so alluring? Would he be strong enough to overcome her doubts and fears and keep her in check? Would he change from being dominant to domineering? Would her attitude push him in that direction? Was she just over thinking this whole thing? These were all unknowns
that she knew she had to find out.

Nothing was heard from Sir James that day
, and Natalie found herself regularly picking up her smart phone and looking at the blank screen, willing it to produce a message from him. During her drive home her phone chimed, causing her to startle. Having programmed a specific ring to tell her it was Sir James, she pulled quickly to the side of the road causing the driver behind her to brake sharply and give her a long blast of his horn. Snatching it up, she fumbled to open the message. When it finally appeared, it read:
I have to go to Atlanta on business. Call me when you can. SJ.

Natalie went to hit the button to call him but then hesitated. No! He can wait, she thought to herself. Pulling back out into the traffic, she made her way home thinking about his message. How would this affect things between them? He is in business, even though
she had no idea what that business is. Obviously, she was going to need to know much more about him before she gave him any commitment. What if he is a criminal, she thought to herself? No. She couldn’t see him being involved in anything illegal. But then again he enjoys tying up and beating women, she continued. Then she said aloud, “Ahh yes, but it appears he only wants to do it to women who want him to do it to them. Ok, so how the hell did she get swept up in this?”

Her head was spinning with ‘What ifs?’ Naturally he is going to go away on business trips. Is he going to see other subs? How was she going to feel about that? Should she ask him? She needed to think this through before she called him. Although not normally jealous, she could not help but feel a twinge of possessiv
eness. But he is the one who had been possessing her. What right did she have to feel this way about him? She knew he would see others and he had already given her a commitment about intimacy. She went over and over the issues in her mind.

By the time she pulled into her parking garage
, she was totally confused. When she got into her apartment, she called Jo-Anne to bounce her thoughts and concerns around with her. After she had spelled everything out to her friend, Jo-Anne said, “He has put his cards on the table. He is not likely to change and quite frankly, you have no right to try and change him. He is what he is. The sorts of things you need to decide are: Do you want a relationship with him? If so, are you prepared to accept that relationship under the terms on offer? Do you trust him to honor his word? If your answer is ‘No’ to any of those questions, you should walk away now. My question to you is: What has changed since you left my place last night?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Ok. So what is the problem?”

“I get it. Thanks again for helping me see the bleeding obvious. I really do appreciate your counsel.”

“Natalie, I can’t tell you how to run your life, nor do I want to, but from a domination and submission perspective, you have about the best there is, assuming everything that I hear about him is true. You need to decide what is right for you.”

After ringing off, Natalie showered to wash off the day’s debris
, then she settled back on her bed and hit the call button. He answered after the third ring.

“Hello my dear. How lovely to hear your voice.” Natalie gushed as he said it, partly because of what he said and partly because of the sound of his voice.

After exchanging pleasantries, he said, “How is your butt?”

“It is a mixture of about
five different colors, mainly a mix of black, purple, green and a bit of yellow. It hurts when I touch it and every time I do touch it, I think of you. Thank you for asking… Master.” Her voice was dripping with light hearted sarcasm.

There was no hint of regret and certainly nothing approaching an apology forthcoming, not that Natalie had really expected one. “Good. I’m glad that it is helping to keep you focused. I
trust it is not causing you to pout.” Without waiting for a reply he said, “I have to fly out to Atlanta tonight and I’m not sure when I will be back. It will probably be about a week to ten days. I will be in touch. Be good while I am gone.”

“What do you do… wh
en you’re away… I mean for a living? Not what you do privately… oh damn! None of that came out right.”

She heard him chuckle. “You don’t really know much about me at all, do you
, Natalie?”

Whenever he spoke to her like that, Natalie felt a rush of excitement go through her. There seemed to be a certain tone that did something to her.

“No, Sir… I mean I am learning, but…”

“You are learning very much Natalie
, and I am enjoying being your teacher. I fly aircraft for a living. New ones usually, fast, high performance aircraft. I am a test pilot.”

“Oohhhhh. Isn’t that dangerous?” She asked in a worried voice.

“Not usually, Natalie. Not as long as I remain in control. When I control the aircraft, it will do exactly as I wish it to do, not unlike a good submissive. You have all the hall marks of a good submissive,” he replied evenly.

The way he said it made her quiver again.

“On the other hand, if I lose control, things get broken and people get hurt or worse, and that is not the outcome I am seeking.” He paused before adding, “I am looking forward to seeing you again, Natalie.”

“Me too
, Sir. Safe trip.” The line went dead and Natalie burst into tears. She loved him and she knew what she was going to do when the opportunity arose.

A week went by and Sir James was never far from her mind. She thought about their last telephone conversation. A pilot
, eh? Maybe that accounted for his control issues. Did he really have control issues or was it her who has the issues?

Since she had clarified in her own mind where she was going to allow their relationship to go, she was able to focus more thoroughly on her work and regular life. On the eighth day, a text message arrived.
It read:
Arriving San Diego 3PM. Be at my place at 7. Ensure you are clean – inside and out. MJ

Natalie looked back through the messages he had sent her as the relationship was intensifying and she was beginning to notice a pattern. Sometimes he signed off as SJ and at other times he signed off as MJ. The MJ was usually when he was trying to send her a more
powerful message before they did something intense together. His latest message suggested she was going to be in for an interesting evening, especially if he specifically asked her to be clean both inside and out. She shuddered slightly at the thought of where this might go, but she was so excited to hear from him again that she would have danced naked on Harbor View Drive if he had told her to.

As she was leaving work, Doreen looked up
and smiled. “Oooh. After being down in the mouth all week it looks like someone is going to have fun tonight. Don’t forget the arnica.” She winked at Natalie and Natalie felt herself blush but didn’t reply.

Arriving at home, she stripped her clothes off, leaving them strewn all over the house. Even as she was doing it she questioned why, as she was the only one who would have to clean them a
ll up later. She didn’t care. Her mind was focused on seeing her man…her Sir…her … Master. She had a mental slideshow of images going through her mind of all the different things they had done together and already she could feel her arousal building.

Having chosen an outfit to wear, she had quickly laid it on her bed before getting her enema bag out of the bathroom cupboar
d. She had always found a self-administered enema to be a particularly private activity that, while not necessarily unpleasant, gave her no particular joy. Tonight was different and it was taking on a slightly ritualistic flavor because she was doing it under instruction. She could almost picture Sir James handing her the enema kit and instructing her on how to do it. As humiliating as it would be, it would be less so than if she refused and he took it upon himself to do it to her.

As it was filling with warm soapy water, she heard the trill of her phone informing her that Sir James had sent her a message. Leaving the enema bag hanging from her s
hower door she raced to read it:
Wear the dress you wore the night we met with satin thong, bra and pumps. MJ

Is that all?
She turned her smart phone over as if was a paper note that might have further instructions on the reverse side. She knew her LBD would forever be a reminder, obviously for both of them, of the night this adventure began.

After allowing plenty of time to complete the cleansing process, she eventually found herself standing at the front d
oor to his building with about three minutes to spare. She knew better than to ring the bell early and so she stood there nervously, thinking about what might be. It was a combination of nerves tinged with fear. Not fear of being really hurt, as she trusted him to look after her, but it was the fear of the unknown. She knew nothing about what he was doing to her except for what she had learned from him and from Jo-Anne. She knew that he had all sorts of things in his dungeon that were beyond her comprehension at this point and hence she stood there like a nervous school girl, clenching her legs together and trying to overcome the urge to use the bathroom. In the back of her mind, she understood that this was part of his game.

Eventually
, the appointed time arrived and after pushing the bell and gaining access to the building, she rode the elevator up to his floor and approached his front door. It opened, seemingly of its own volition and she entered. Making her way towards the living room, she found him sitting in his usual position at the dining table.

“Stop right there, Natalie.” She felt a flush of excitement at hearing his voice. His Australian accent continued to entrance her. She stood in what was becoming her traditional spot on the living room floor as she was admired by Sir James. She hadn’t seen him for over two weeks while he had been away on business. She had missed him enormously and now that she was back in his presence, she was experiencing a range of emotions. Her little black dress
, her LBD as she had always called it, felt nice against her skin. It reminded her of how she felt when she first laid eyes upon Sir James those few short weeks ago. She also wore a pair of black, open toed pumps with 4-inch heels. He noted that she had recently undergone a manicure and pedicure and her nails were painted bright red with little white patterns on them.

This ritual had affected Natalie in different ways in the short time she had been coming here. Initially
, she had found it scary but erotic and exciting. Before long she started to see it is repetitive and a little perverted but now she undertook it with pride. She was being encouraged to show her body off to her man, the one who truly admired her and controlled her. She already accepted his control over her mind. Now she was loving this overt display of control over her body and she played it up a little without being raunchy.

Complaining about it would serve no purpose anyhow as he had an uncanny way of turning her complaints around and using them against her. In doing so
, he had managed to lead her to the most mind numbing sexual pleasure she had ever experienced and she definitely did not want that situation to change. As he inspected her, he made her feel special…he made her feel cherished. He was never critical and she always felt that he was simply in awe of her, which was actually true although he would not put it to her like that.

“Why did you want me to wear this dress,
Sir?”

“Because
, Natalie, from the first time I laid eyes upon you, I was determined that I would have the pleasure of removing it from you and having my way with you, in any way that I chose.”

His words sent a shiver right through her as she thrilled in anticipation of what might happen next. His voice took on a slightly deeper tone as he said, “And now I intend to do exactly that.”

He bent over and grasped the hem of her dress, lifting it in one fluid movement over her head, exposing the rest of her body with her modesty only being met by her bra and thong. She turned her body slightly, bending one leg and turning her head to look at him. She could see that he liked what he saw.

“Turn around.”
She did so and it was immediately apparent that most of her bruising was now gone and there was only the last vestiges of the three cane stripes across her butt. She could see that he was admiring her firm butt and she tightened her muscles, making it flex slightly giving it even more definition.