Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (35 page)

“Now that we have a
new understanding
I was thinking we could start a playroom down in the basement Francine.” He said, shuffling through the bag. Was it just her imagination or had it grown?” In fact, I've already started ordering a few things. Here, let me show you.” He stopped for a minute and looked at her. He looked at her for a moment for longer than was comfortable. I think that every time like yesterday when you send me a “signal” that you need discipline it’s only fair I have something new down there waiting to give it to you don’t you Francine?”

“Yes Sir?” She said, none too sure about
that
answer. But still her
stupid
mouth was adding, “If that is what my Master wishes.”

“Oh it is submissive.” he said smiling inside at the clever answer, coming back over to the bed, a dark silhouette in the room with its increasing shadows.

“Master, can we please turn on the lamp?” She said wanting some light so she could see the size of the plug and get a grip on what was going to happen next, maybe a peek at what his “surprise” was.

“No Francine, turn over and part your cheeks.” Not wanting to get in anymore trouble with “interpreted” delays she did and felt him inserting the plug wet with lube.

“See, it’s not big, I just want you to know it’s there.”
Was there ever such a thing as
not big
when it was back there?

“Yes sir.” Came the appropriate subdued response. Turning her over he held out his hand in such a way as she remembered was his Dom way of asking for her wrists. She obliged him and her eyes widened. He had
saved
some things too she realized recognizing her cuffs.

“Yes, Francine, I made sure some of your little things survived the cabin.” He said putting them on, checking to make sure they weren't too tight. “Come along.”

With trepidation she shivered as he led her over to a hook he had placed in the ceiling. Is this why he had led her back to his room and not the master bedroom? Before she could let her nervousness get a good solid grip she found herself chained up by her cuffs just high enough so she was a bit on her toes, it was disconcerting to say the least. He had never done anything like this to her before and she looked at him in supplication.

“Eyes down submissive.” He said and before she knew what he was about next she felt a wallop on her backside, she let out a yelp in response.

He stood before her, she noticed he had pulled on black leather pants, his lean feet were still bare and in his hand he held the instrument of her punishment a large black paddle. “Look up submissive, and tell me how that felt.”

“It hurt sir.” She said honestly looking up into his lean handsome face, his dark mahogany eyes.

“Yes, well Francine what you said yesterday hurt me too.”

“I’m sor-”

“No- this is not about you apologizing again Angel.” he said cutting her off and walking around her, again walloping her with the paddle, she let out another pained groan. “This is about contrition.” Dropping the paddle for the moment he pressed himself against her heated bottom, still filled with the plug,
and the leather, the way it felt against her punished bottom!
he reached around to cup her breast and roll her pink nipples between his fingers. “How many was that Francine? I know counting is not your forte’.”
He was such a bastard! How many would he add if she told him?

“Two sir,” she panted. “Please Master...”

“How many do you think you deserve for the way you spoke to your Master yesterday Francine?” She was already slipping away, drowning in sensation, her groin becoming heavy and swollen, she knew a loaded question when she heard it. Thankfully he didn't give her time to answer sliding around to her front and cupping her sore bottom gave her the gentlest of kisses. His hard lips were so soft, so gentle, her lips parted allowing in his stroking, enticing tongue and then he stopped and said, “How many
do you
think you deserve, three more or five more?” He put his mouth on hers not giving her time to answer, kissing her some more in that cool, seductive way.

At the same time one hand found it’s way to her aching bare center where it gently stroked her folds, dipping inside her, pushing at her heat, compelling her into tiny belly dancing circles on her tippy-toes as she kissed him, inhaling sharply when she felt his thumb brush lightly against her clit.

“Here’s what I propose Francine,” he said breaking off the kiss with all the formality of a board room. “Your discipline during those first two was just terrible, but if you can do a little better for, oh another
three
, I’ll believe that you really are a contrite submissive and we can stop, OK?”

“Sir?”

 “For these last three I want you to keep your legs parted a little, like this,” he showed her, placing her body in the position, “and that ass up, like this,” he placed her. “and not so much noise, lips together.” Coming behind her again he pressed against her, before again rubbing and pulling her sensitive nipples. She moaned, focused on trying to stay in the position he wanted now, her sex hot and open. He said in her ear, “Remember, you are an instrument for your Master’s pleasure, aren't you Francine?

“Yes, sir.” He picked up the paddle and soon and before long she felt it’s burn again.

“How many left?”

“Two sir.” She said again it came down, but she held her frame, round bottom in the air.

“How many Francine?”

“One sir.” She squeaked out before the last one blazed across her. Before she knew what was happening he was on his knees before her his mouth on her hot little sex with her still in her
position.
His tongue twisted and moved as he placed fingers deep inside her working her, it wasn't long until the pulsing pressure in her groin exploded and she was throbbing and convulsing in her cuffs making the chains rattle.

Standing, he discarded the pants and let her down picking her up he set on the side of the bed, her in his lap, and on his condom laced cock, finally removing the plug. Francine was quiet, and subdued and weak from her release and for a moment he just let her sit on top of him feeling his fullness inside of her, stretching her. Then he began to palm her breasts, and reaching down he pinched and worked her sensitive clit. He deliberately chose this position so that he could decide how much pressure to continue to place on her recovering punished backside, he was all warm inside thinking about how well she had done.

Slowly taking his time he worked her up again, kissing her neck, telling her how proud he was of her, what a good girl she was, how pretty she looked with her legs spread, on her toes, butt plugged, taking her licks. His reminiscing worked them both up again and by the time he had used her for the second time that night it was a very, very early morning indeed.

* * *

A few hours later, K paused on his cool down back to Francine’s farmhouse from his morning jog. The sun was hazy in the sky, the morning dew wet on the ground. His thick gray sweats were damp against his body, but he knew that he would not be the only one up this time of morning. He continued walking as he pulled out his phone.

This time he answered on the first ring. "What now K?"

"That Jill Scott thing..."

"Oh, yeah, that.” There was a pause. “She's always a closer.” A few moments passed, no sound except K’s breathing in the cool morning air, then the curt addition. “Don't tell anyone and you're welcome." The line went dead, K sighed in frustration. That was abrupt, even for Sam.
Goddammit!!

 
He'd get over it eventually, right?”

Chapter 37

Francine was looking forward to this evening at her farmhouse. It would be nice and quiet. Just her. It was a Sunday night and K was flying out to get an early start for some business meetings for the following week and Paris was wrapped up with one of her mega cases.

She would be able to sit and crunch some data that she had collected on her plants and see how they were coming along, she was really looking forward to it. She sighed, still a geek after all these years. Ah well, what were you going to do?

She heard a noise out the back door and then something knocking around. She took a peek, recognizing Ralph’s large form. It was late in the afternoon on a Sunday and large shadows had already begun to spread over the property. What was he doing here?

“Hey Ralph! What are you doing here? It’s Sunday. I thought you were a robber or something...” She said jokingly - sort of.

“Can you come out here for a moment Francine?” He said. He was giving her the oddest look. For the first time uncertainty crept down her spine.

“Ralph, why are you here?” she hesitated.

“I think we need to talk.” She looked back at him with unease. She was in the kitchen. Without him seeing she took a small knife from the counter and stuffed it in her jeans pocket, and subtly turned the latch on the screen door. She hated the feeling of unease that was going through her, but her past experiences had made her wary.

If your name wasn't Karl, or OK, maybe more recently Frank, you could “kiss it”.

He reached out and tried the door discovering it was locked. “Why did you lock the door Francine?”

She just gave him a look, she didn't like the way he was looking at her now, didn't like his tone of voice. She started to back away from the strange tone in his voice. Started to close the door, but she was too late and before she could stop him he busted in the flimsy screen grabbing her up.

He was not Armin.

Armin had been slight of build and not used to a fight. This man was different. He had a much heavier build and was dense with muscle. He secured her arms right away not leaving her any time to go for the knife. He dragged her through the broken screen door closing the heavier door behind them and dragged her across the porch down the stairs and across the back of the property through the gardens as she struggled.

She wanted to yell for help, but knew it was pretty pointless. Her property was pretty secluded and the next neighbor was several acres away. Everyone was gone for the weekend, she was in real trouble. “Why are you doing this?” She finally asked.

He dragged her to an old barn at the very back of the property. Someone had kept horses here once upon a time. Karl hated the old barn, had said it was a safety/security risk, had told her they should tear it down. He’d learned to ride in his youth, but had no plans to ride or buy a horse now.

He had gone on and said they should tear it down and make it into a pool house, while they were at it they could build an actual pool to go with it, they’d had this discussion, had just never taken the steps. Now she realized they weren't the only ones who had noticed the dilapidated structure, and had made plans for it.

He took her inside the barn and threw her down on the ground, but her self defense training had taught her how to land. She wasn't hurt and she wanted some answers. She watched him close the heavy sliding wood doors. He turned around, “Now we can finally talk in private Francine. He turned around pinning her with a look, catching his breath. You still don’t remember me do you?” He said looking down at her... She looked up at him, confusion in her pretty hazel eyes.

“We met a long time ago, you were tied down, on a table." His voice is lowering, bringing it back now, the
horrible
memories, He had looked down on her before...

“...you’ll need to go undamaged to your new master.” She was on a gynecological bench, legs spread, the room is so dark, filled with shadows. His form was hulking above her, huge. She couldn’t see his face, can only hear his voice through a white mask...that awful voice. His fingers were inside her, she
hated
it. She didn't think that anything could be worse than that room, being on the floor in the nude, freezing, listening to the awful stories, but this was worse. Preparing for -
sale.
She felt tears burn her eyes, more of the
awful
tears.

He goes on in the deep voice, she can tell he’s aroused. ”Your pussy's so tight. The man who's bought you has a cock like a baseball bat and fucks like a battering ram. He knows how to work a whip too.” Panic raised her heart rate and made her twist in her bonds. Helpless, she was so helpless. The tears worked in streams down her face.

 He has prepared her arm to administer a drug to her intravenously, she watches helplessly as he draws the medication from a vial with a syringe and inject it into a bag of saline then begin to administer the drug through an IV drip. Later she learned that the drug is a cocktail of Rohypnol commonly referred to as the date rape drug along with a few other ingredients the FBI was not able to identify. Some of these other ingredients were the cause of quite a few severe reactions in some of the abducted women. Francine was very lucky to have made it through their administration, as K told her after they’d flushed them out of her system.