From Seduction to Submission (23 page)

“Hmmm. That looks like it could do with some refreshing.” He looked her in the eye with one eyebrow raised.

She hesitated only slightly before responding. “Ooohhh. Yes, Sir. These ones gave me quite pleasant reminders of you every time I sat down over the period you were away.”

“Bend over.”

Obeying him, she steeled herself for what was to come. She was then surprised to find his fingers caressing her…exploring her. She felt him moving between her legs and she parted them slightly. A finger came to rest on her sphincter, outside the elasticized crotch strap of her thong. She felt the pressure and shuddered at what she would feel if he made good on his earlier suggestion, or was it a threat? He was ignoring her pussy, which was where Natalie really wanted his hand to come to rest. She pushed her butt back to try and give him a hint but not surprisingly he ignored it totally. Withdrawing his hand, he delivered a resounding spank, first on one cheek and then the other. He then grasped an arm and pulled her up into the standing position once again.

Facing her, he grasped the other arm and as he
came against her, firmly pushing them both around behind her. Then using one hand to hold them, his free hand went up and grasped the back of her hair, pulling down on it and forcing her head back. Her eyes were open wide as she looked deep into his, gasping slightly before his mouth closed over hers, his tongue immediately entering her willing mouth, exploring it as if it was the first time.

Closing her eyes
, she felt the familiar rush as her body submitted to him, her pussy instantly moistening with unmitigated lust and her nipples firming up. If he noticed, he showed no signs of it and did not release his grip to take any other liberties with her. As much as she wanted him to do so, she did not want what he was currently doing to end any time soon. As his tongue continued to explore, her body relaxed and became slightly heavier in his grip.

Eventually
, he broke the embrace and Natalie’s eyes remained closed, her head still tilted back and her neck exposed in an unconscious but overt sign of submission. Before she knew it, she felt something sliding over her wrists as they were manipulated slightly. Then there was a sharp tug and her wrists were pulled snugly together and lifted up into the middle of her back. Then he moved around behind her, spun her around and forced her face first up against the wall. Just as she opened her eyes, she was pulled back briefly and a black, loose fitting sack was drawn down over her head, its drawstring pulled tight, robbing her of her sight. Struggling slightly, she realized that although she had some movement in her arms, her wrists were being held tightly against one another.

Surprisingly, she felt the ropes on her wrists loosen slightly before his strong arms repositioned her so that her forearms were placed together across the middle of her back and the rope snugged up once again. The position was quite comfortable and she figured that if she needed to, a little bit of struggling would see her being able to free herself. Just as she was running that through her head, she felt a rope being drawn around her upper arm, just above her elbow. It then came across her body just below her breasts and around her other arm before being secured behind. This process was repeated twice more, with all the ropes being pulled tight to spread the load on her body. She tried to move her arms once again and this time she realized there was to be no escape.

The feeling of the ropes sliding over her skin, gradually cinching in against her body and immobilizing it totally, only served to increase her arousal level. Her mind was drifting with each tug on the rope and she realized how much she actually loved this secure and helpless feeling. Another rope was then looped around her body just above her breasts, pulling in around the tops of her arms just below her shoulders. Again this was repeated a number of times, the rope sliding across her skin sending little shivers of pleasure through her body and seemingly having a direct line to her pussy which by now was dripping wet.

She felt the rope being fed through between her arms and her body, encircling the upper and lower body loops. As it was pulled tight
, it served to compress everything just that little bit further.

“Natalie. I want you to tell me if your hands or arms start to get pins and needles or start to go numb. I intend to hurt you
, but I don’t intend to damage you. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes… Master,” she replied in that dreamy, far
away voice that accompanied sub-space.

She was then vaguely aware of another rope sliding over her shoulder and down between her breasts which was then used to pull the upper and lower chest loops together before sliding back over her other shoulder and being tied off behind. This had the effect of sandwiching her breasts somewhat and increasing their sensitivity.

Sir James stood back and admired his handiwork, liking what he saw. He was about to lead her into the dungeon. He knew how hot she would look being led by the ring in her collar. With her whole upper body secured in this lovely rope harness, she would have to walk carefully in her pumps and her butt would be swaying in that delicious way that high-heeled shoes cause. She would be putty in his hands. Taking the ring in his finger, he pulled it sharply. There was a sharp intake of breath and Natalie stepped off behind him somewhat clumsily. She could not see a thing and had to trust him not to allow her to walk into any obstructions.

He stopped at the bathroom. S
tepping around behind her, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her backwards and unbalancing her slightly. Then with one arm, he reached up and removed her hood before returning to hold her once again. Her eyes blinked a few times in the relatively bright light before she focused on the reflection that greeted her as she looked into the mirror. Seeing the bondage for the first time, she was struck by the beauty and symmetry of what he had achieved. She also understood her total helplessness as she could see the ropes pulling in against her skin. The rope harness had the effect of pushing her breasts out proudly, and she could see a wet patch in the crotch piece of her thong that was stretched tightly over her bulging vulva.

With his head up beside hers, they
peered into the mirror and looked each other in the eye as he said, “Did you follow my instructions and clean yourself inside and out, Natalie?” She was afraid she was going to wet herself as she tried to find the strength to answer him, afraid of where her answer would lead. She looked down.

“Yes, Master…
Oh God... Yes, Master.”

His hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them before rubbing his fingers over the hard nipples that were straining against the satin fabric of her bra. She closed her eyes and felt strangely detached from what was happening. It was like she was in a dream, and in the dream she was watching the scene unfold but she was experiencing the sensations for real.

“Let’s go into the dungeon.” As he said it, he pulled her backwards, supporting her as she stumbled helplessly. She was so overwhelmed by what was happening that she was afraid she was going to collapse. She willed her legs to continue to support her as he continued to hold her from behind. He then walked her through the door and brought her to a halt in front of a padded structure that she was unable to identify.

Natalie looked down upon the item of dungeon furniture in front of her. Standing at one end, the first thing she noticed were the two padded beams about knee high from the floor that were jutting out towards her. At the inner end they were about one foot apart and they extended out at an angle of about forty degrees. Each one had two leather straps, one at each end, hanging open. Above them, the top of the structure was a wider p
latform at about waist height that was also padded with straps attached. Interestingly, the top piece narrowed just around the place where her breasts would be hanging, should she find herself upon it. At the other end she could see two other padded beams jutting out. They were smaller than the ones in front of her and slightly higher off the floor.

“Natalie, you are now admiring my custom made spanking bench. I use it to deal with recalcitrant subs and slaves to deliver a whole range of different sensations
. The sensations they experience depend on whether they have been good or bad, or often they depend on just what sort of mood I am in.” His hands slipped back around her and she felt them envelop her breasts, still outside her bra. He was cupping them and playing with them as she looked at his spanking bench.

“How do you like the look of all those delicious restraints that will be holding you down, helplessly awaiting my pleasure?”

Natalie found herself unable to reply. As much as she yearned to feel the pull of the restraints that would put her at the mercy of Sir James, a life of resisting being maneuvered into such positions worked against her saying so. She stood there mute, alternately nodding and shaking her head.

“You shall experience the bench today
, but I have not yet determined whether I will be dealing with good Natalie… or bad Natalie.”

As he said it
, Natalie felt a small gush of fluid and this time she was sure she had actually wet herself, just a little. She felt herself blush but it was obvious he had not noticed anything amiss although she knew that he would, eventually. She knew that very little slipped past him and as she was in his lair, she was definitely at his mercy.

“
Kneel up on the angled beams, Natalie.” He took hold of her shoulder and pulled her towards the bench. Then pausing, he said, “Actually, that can come later. In the meantime we shall play a little game. I am going to give you ten minutes to escape my bondage. Should you fail to escape, you will be fastened to the bench and I am going to pierce the hood of your clitoris, attaching a piece of jewelry of my choosing. If you do manage to escape, you will still be attached to the bench but we will engage in other activities that you may… or may not find more pleasurable.”

Natalie was stunned. Piercing her anywhere, let alone above her clitoris was not in the playbook, not that there was a playbook. He
was just fucking with her, she thought to herself. The bastard. She turned to look at him.

“So it’s a bit
like tossing a coin where heads - you win, and tails - I lose eh?” she said.

“Oh
, Natalie, I would not see it like that. I find the thought of winning and losing to be so passé. I try to ensure that we both win, although it might take you some time before you come to accept what winning actually is.” He smiled in that disarming way that often frustrated her but which always melted her heart.

He put his best TV game show host voice on and said, “Your time starts… now!”

She looked at him incredulously for a second or two before she realized he was serious and she started struggling like a woman possessed. Twisting and turning her body in every which way, it seemed no time at all before she was breathing heavily and grunting with each move. He watched for a few minutes before going over to a cupboard and taking out a stainless steel tray. He added a number of items before returning, making sure that Natalie could see the needle and a range of what looked to her like gigantic jewelry comprising rings and barbells. Seeing what he had prepared only caused her to redouble her efforts.

“You have two minutes remaining.” By this stage
, she was in quite a frenzy with perspiration dripping off her brow and she was making quite a racket.

“Grrrrrrrrrr.” She was throwing her body around but it was all to no avail and she was just as secure when he called time as she had been when she started.

“How do you deal with blood, Natalie? Do you need a blindfold? Would a gag help?”

“You bastard! You knew I had no chance of escaping…
Sir.”

That resulted in a hearty laugh from him as he grasped her by the shoulder and led her forcefully back to the spanking bench.

“Up onto the leg supports. Now!”

She spread her legs and knelt on the padded supports, looking nervously over at the surgical tray with the piercing items. She felt the first strap being pulled over her lower leg, just behind her knee and it was cinched up. Then another one came around just above her ankle, pulling it into the thick padding. The third strap tightened around her upper thigh, only an inch or so below her pussy. The nerves there appeared to be connected to her pussy because as the strap was cinched up, she could feel the sensation right through her complete pubic area. Sir James moved immediately around to the other side and repeated the process with her remaining leg. As he tightened the top strap this time
, it felt to her like her whole pussy was being opened up.

He then grasped her, a hand on each shoulder
, as he pulled her torso down onto the top of the spanking bench. Although she was resisting, she had little chance of overcoming his leverage and strength and it was not long before she has resting on the soft padding. As he held her down against the top of the bench, she could feel him fiddling with the ropes and before long the pressure on one of her shoulders was relieved. He then grasped the mix of ropes in the middle of her back and pulled her torso up while his free hand came over and removed the rope between her breasts.

He pushed her back down and she felt the rope sliding over her skin as it was being removed. At times it did not touch her skin but instead slid across other ropes which sent small yet pleasurable vibrations through the remaining ropes that were still hugging her body. Before long the ropes that wrapped her body were being removed and as each one slid sensually over her skin, she enjoyed the mixture of sensations they provided while Sir James’ strong hand held her down.