From Seduction to Submission (31 page)

“Oh yes, Master. Oh yes, please,” she heard herself say aloud as she eased
Big Black into her welcoming pussy. She groaned as she felt it filling her totally, worried that she would be unable to take it all but knowing from previous experience that she could. She enjoyed playing the helpless and innocent damsel in distress sometimes and despite having her hand on the big silicone cock, she did not recognize her own control over it. She pictured him looking down at her and grinning as he thrust himself hard into her welcoming pussy and she grunted as the big artificial balls hit her perineum.

“Oh fuck,” s
he gasped. “Give it to me harder. I deserve to be fucked by your big hard cock, Master. I deserve to be used as you see fit. I need to be used and controlled by you,” she said out loud as the vision she had of him remained clearly on her mind.

That was all it took as she felt herself erupting from deep down inside. As
she pulled the dildo out, her pussy lips closed. She immediately thrust it all the way back in. The first wave washed over her and she squealed. Her nipples were hard buds, yearning for his touch as with her legs spread wide, she imagined him thrusting into her again and again. The smile not leaving his face as he demonstrated his power and control over her helpless sexually charged body. This was what she needed and she knew it as she squealed every time the dildo filled her up again.

Pausing for a time,
her eyes remained clenched shut as she imagined him standing there, his hard cock still at the entrance to her gaping pussy. She gasped again. “Oh fuuuck. Here it comes again,” she wailed as the second orgasm struck her and she tossed herself around the bed as its powerful sensations overcame every part of her being. She thought she was going to pass out as she withdrew the dildo and cast it aside, slipping her hand back between her legs and holding her vulva tightly as she gasped for breath, afraid to open her eyes.

Eventually
, she started to settle down and post orgasmic warmth washed over her. Her breathing changed from rapid gasps to a smooth and even flow as she basked in the afterglow. Eventually, she dozed off and it was hours later before she stirred and put herself fully into bed, sleeping peacefully for what remained of the night.

Bouncing out of bed in the morning, she breezed through her routine tasks and found herself arriving at the office on time. She had been at her desk for about 15 minutes when Doreen knocked. Natalie looked up to see her holding a bunch of flowers and a small box. She had a big grin on her face.

“It looks like someone is going out of their way to woo you. Maybe I’d better get a larger supply of pillows in for your chair,” she said jokingly.

Natalie returned her look and replied, “That might be a good idea,” winking as she took the gift from her. That caused Doreen to blush as she left the office as Natal
ie counted the flowers - 12 red roses and the box but no accompanying note. She sat down, staring at the box, wondering what might be inside. It was too small to be a collar, and she was still wearing her first one anyhow. Her fingers were trembling as she removed the red ribbon and gently removed the top to see a selection of shiny metal rings. A little tag inside said, ‘Surgical steel’ and she knew what they were for. She looked into the lid of the box and there was a note. It simply read:
Tonight… maybe. MJ
.

Needless to say, Natalie clenched her legs together as she felt the customary flush of arousal pass through her at the thought of where this might lead. Her thoughts were never far from this for the remainder of her working day.

As she prepared herself that night, she took care to ensure she was clean, both inside and out as well as being freshly shaved. She was determined to present herself in the most positive and alluring way she could, noting the dress instructions she had been given. Leaving home with plenty of time to spare, Natalie was alarmed to see the traffic on her way to his home. There was an accident and there was almost gridlock. She watched the time ticking by, becoming increasingly alarmed by the minute and realizing there was nothing she could do to change her situation. She sent him a message, briefly explaining the situation. She received a reply that read:
Remain calm. We can address your tardiness when the time is right. MJ.

Natalie slammed the phone back down into her handbag, furious. “Tardiness… Tardiness… Oh you sanctimonious son of a bitch,” she said out loud as she thumped her steering wheel. At any other time she would have turned around and gone home but she knew she was in far too deep to do that. He had her and he was playing with her, slowly reeling her in. Again her body reminded her of how exciting it found this, even though her conscious mind was generating opposing signals. She continued on.

Finally, she arrived at the building and she was buzzed inside. As she approached his front door, it opened slowly, almost eerily. He was nowhere to be seen. Tentatively she entered.

“Take your position on the floor in the family room. Fit the blindfold and handcuffs and wait.”

The voice was firm and even but not as warm as she had come to expect. Despite this, the combination of his voice and his specific instructions made her nipples immediately firm up in anticipation. She could not see him and she was a little let down by this unexpected turn of events. Was he annoyed at her lateness? Probably, but it was not her fault. As she walked nervously into the apartment and entered the dining room, she could imagine how her butt would have been swaying with each step in her high-heeled pumps. She wondered if he was watching as she heard the door close gently and the distinct click of the lock as it sprung into the locked position.

Arriving at her spot, she saw the handcuffs and the blindfold. Just as she was about to pick them up she glanced over to where Sir James traditionally sat at the table. There was a single glass of wine sitting there and beside it, to Natalie’s shock and horror, was what she now knew was a chastity belt. It looked just like the one she had been locked into by Lady Jo-Anne. Natalie stared at it. Noooooooo. It can’t be, she thought to herself. It must be some sort of weird coincidence. This time she knew the flush of excitement, or was it fear, would definitely have caused a damp spot in her panties. In fact
, she wasn’t even sure she hadn’t wet herself slightly with the shock of seeing what was there.

She returned her attention to the handcuffs and as she studied them to ensure she could fit them correctly to her wrists while she was blindfolded, she realized she was trembling slightly. Closing the handcuff down over her first wrist, she slowly clicked the ratcheted locking mechanism
down until it touched her skin, each click signifying her voluntary transfer of control.

Pulling the blindfold down over her eyes, she snugged the elastic strap so it was sitting firmly against her eyes but not so tight as to cause her discomfort. Then, taking a deep breath, she put her hands behind her back and with her free wrist, felt for the loose cuff. Slipping it over her wrist she then held it against her butt and manipulated the top cuff and heard the first locking
click signaling that there was no backing out. She would only be free when he chose to free her. She then gently and slowly compressed the cuff, a little chill passing through her with each click.

Taking another deep breath, she spread her legs to about shoulder width and waited. It seemed like forever but it may have been as little as a few minutes. She couldn’t hear anything but her heightened senses told her there was something or someone nearby. Maybe she was picking the faint scent of Sir James
, or maybe it was just a connection she felt. Just as she recognized it for what it was, she heard and felt something click onto the D-ring of her collar. Immediately she was being pulled down into the kneeling position. She then felt herself being pulled forward and she had little choice but to follow, shuffling along on her knees.

“Do you remember when you first visited my apartment and I suggested that you might find it exciting to be on your knees being led around my apartment while wearing a collar and leash?”

“Y…yes, Sir,” she replied hesitatingly, knowing where this was going.

“Do you remember how you responded? You told me it would happen in my dreams. Well, it appears that I am now in the beginning of a delicious dream. Tell me how it feels to be part of my dream, Natalie.”

Natalie could feel herself getting wetter with every shuffle she took on her knees. The voice…the helplessness…the control were all contributing to her increasing arousal. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was going to drag this out at his leisure.

“I…er… Sir… please don’t make me say it,” she pleaded.

The tension on the leash disappeared and she stopped. The blindfold was lifted and she found herself looking directly into his leather clad crotch. He was wearing his black leather trousers. The soft buttery leather sent a thrill through Natalie every time she saw it. The thought of what it represented took her breath away and she yearned to see what lay beneath the outer layer. She felt his fingers on her chin as he tilted her head up and peered deeply into her eyes. It didn’t matter that she was still fully clothed. She felt as naked and exposed as she had ever felt in her life. She felt he could see every part of her. He could see right into her soul.

“Natalie, tell me how it feels to be helpless, on your knees and being led around by a collar and leash,” he said evenly.

She looked up at him. Tears welled in her eyes as she spat, “You bastard.” She knew this was going to be a crucial point in their relationship and she paused before going on, lowering her eyes. She managed to control her anger before she replied with genuine feeling in her voice “Master, you know that I love it. You know that I need it. Oh God!” she said with obvious emotion but remarkable calmness in her voice. It was a voice of surrender, a voice of love and devotion.

“Hmmm. We shall see, Natalie. We shall see.”

The blindfold slipped back down over her eyes and she was back in her dark world as the pull on her collar told her to obey. She did not want the blindfold replaced. She wanted to soak in the vision of Sir James as he led her and she shook her head as he pulled it down, trying to shake it free or to at least have a glimmer of light coming through. She should have known better as he was much too thorough to allow that to occur.

The
y continued their little parade with him leading and her shuffling along behind, responding to the force imparted on her collar from the leash. Natalie felt they had simply moved in a circle and when they stopped, she was fairly certain they were back where they had started. The tension on her collar disappeared once more and she was thankful for the rest as kneeling with one’s hands cuffed behind one’s back was not an easy position to move around in.

“Remember
on our first evening when I spoke to you about special friends and that I hoped you would become one?”

“Yes
, Master, I do,” she said in anticipation, licking her lips subconsciously.

“And do you remember calling me arrogant, a prick and smarmy?”

“Yes… Master. I do,” she said much more hesitantly.

“Well, despite those questionable terms of endearment, I have decided you are to be one of my special friends. I intend to do things with you
, and to you, that you can’t even imagine. Together we will experience the agony and the ecstasy. We will climb walls of pain and pleasure, servitude, humiliation and objectification. I will control you and push you right to the limits to which you wish and need to be controlled.”

Natalie’s breaths were coming in short little gasps. She felt like her heart was going to break free from her chest, it was beating so hard. A bead of perspiration had formed on her upper lip and she was squeezing her legs together quite hard to try and avoid any unexpected fluid reactions to his words.
She felt the blindfold being lifted once again. She saw that he had removed his trousers and was standing in front of her in a pair of shiny latex shorts, his excitement obvious to her. He also had on a latex vest which hugged him like a second skin. She gasped at this vision, all at once glad her legs were clenched as the shock had its effect on her. He bent over and again lifted her chin to look him in the eye.

“When you are ready to beg to be my submissive or slave, I will happily consider the request,” he said evenly.

He bent over and kissed her on the lips as he pulled the blindfold back down before Natalie even had the opportunity to reply. He then grasped her firm nipples and she did not know whether to brace for pleasure or pain. She was totally off balance as her anger had flared again at his overt display of arrogance which was then countered by his kiss.

She was not aware of her expression but he was watching her closely and enjoying the obvious turmoil his comments and actions were putting her through. Now, as he had her nipples, she was even more tortured and an extreme move either way could have put her over the top. She could not get the vision of him in the shiny latex shorts out of her mind. She yearned to feel the bulge of his arousal but it was obviously not yet to be.
He continued gently playing with her nipples as she swayed back and forth, her pleasure building.

The playing ceased and she heard some movement. As she wondered what it was that he was doing, she felt the tape cover her mouth and get drawn around either side of her face. She felt him rub his finger over her top lip and her chin, pushing the tape against her skin and ensuring it had adhered properly. In a panic, she tried to speak and found that she couldn’t make any sort of meaningful sound. She tossed her head around, trying to make noise and willing the tape to come loose. It was all to no avail. Her heart was racing and she tried desperately to keep her rising panic from overcoming her logic. She tried to rise but found the leash was preventing her from getting up.

Sir James had slipped around behind her. Squatting down he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. In a deep whisper he said, “Settle down, Natalie. You cannot get that tape off by doing what you are doing. Just relax. Trust me, Natalie. Trust me.”

He continued to embrace her and felt the fight go out of her body. She
was breathing quickly. They were fast, shallow breaths, almost snorting through her nose. Gradually her breathing slowed and her body relaxed as he maintained his embrace. The first thing she became aware of was the betrayal of her own body as she realized how wet she was. Was it excitement or was it sheer terror and panic that had caused this noticeable wetness? She didn’t know but she did know what the feelings were turning to now, and her overworked brain was in turmoil. She groaned as his fingers brushed over her hard nipples with just enough pressure to keep her at the peak of arousal.

Leaning back into him, subconsciously raising her head and exposing her neck, she felt him gently licking her neck and nibbling on her ear lobe. His strong arms tightened around her once again
, and she felt herself being lifted. He supported her until she was steady on her feet. Again the movement had increased her breathing rate and caused her to snort a little through her nose. Now, as he continued to hold her against him, her cuffed hands were pushed up against his bulging, latex clad crotch and she could feel his excitement… feel the latex sliding easily over his erect cock. She knew that she wanted that cock, in any way, shape or form she could get it. She needed it like nothing else she had needed in her life before.

He stepped away from her and began playing with her handcuffs. She felt them release
, but he continued to hold her wrists tightly together with one strong hand as he removed the cuffs and placed them aside. Then, grasping both of her wrists, he placed her arms beside her as he whispered in her ear, “Natalie, I want you to undress for me. Start with your top. I want to take in your beauty as you expose yourself to me.”

Releasing her arms, he moved around to stand in front of her as she considered her position. Slowly she grasped the bottom of her top and pulled it smoothly up over her head and with one hand, cast it aside. Her dark red bra cupped her full breasts perfectly and he delighted in seeing her hardened nipples trying to force their way through the satin material. As she brought her hands back down she could not resist the urge to touch the tape.

“Yes, Natalie, it is medical tape, somewhat soft and porous but it will not come off unless it is pulled off. You have the ability to pull it off. Do you want to remove the tape?” She hesitated and he heard a muffled moan as she shook her head.

“You look stunning, Natalie. So beautiful, yet so vulnerable. Now remove your bra.”

She complied, deftly unhooking it from behind and letting it fall from her breasts before she cast it to one side, letting it drop to the floor. Her nipples were so hard it was almost painful. She was so exposed and yet her hands were not secured. She could cover herself… protect herself, but her arms felt leaden. She could not do it. She could not do anything as she awaited his next instruction.

“Ahhh. Those nipples. I have plans for those.”

She gasped, her trembling obvious to him.

“Now remove your jeans, Natalie. I will support you as much as you need.”

She unbuckled her belt and released the top button before lowering the zipper. She then squatted to remove her shoes and he grasped her upper body, helping her maintain her balance. When she stepped out of her shoes, she stood up again, grasping the waist band of her jeans. As she pulled them down, she had to wiggle her hips to get the close fitting garment over them and she continued to slide them down her legs. Again he helped support her as she stepped out of them and stood upright once again. In one deft move, he grasped her wrists and, forcing them behind her back, he held them with one strong hand. He then pulled her back to slightly unbalance her as he placed his other hand firmly against her vulva, feeling the wetness from her arousal.

“Oh
, Natalie. Is it excitement or fear that has made you so wet? Do you want what I am offering? Are you ready to surrender?” he whispered in the deep, husky voice that she found so irresistible.