Secret Submission (4 page)

With a twinkle in his eye, he set the plate before her. “You did, my dear—and you will again, in many, many ways, my slave.”

There was a faint, ominous sound to his voice and she studied him in alarm. But there was only mischief in his eyes and she relaxed again. The omelet was delicious, as was the orange juice. She ate her fill as he watched. Their conversation was again of small things; anyone listening would have thought them simply a newly married couple. Only her nudity and the cuffs around her wrists pointed to another story.

She helped him wash the few dishes there were; feeling her nudity each time she did a “normal” activity. How strange it felt to dry a dish, the towel occasionally brushing against her bare skin, reminding her of her promise and her compliance. Each time it did so, she grew wet again.

There was a purpose to having her do such mundane tasks in the nude, of course. Phillip knew the simple, everyday activities would take on a sexual atmosphere and would serve, not only to remind her of her position, but to keep her in a perpetual state of arousal. That was exactly where he wanted her.

The morning chores done, he took her by the hand and led her into the same room where he’d tied her the night before. Sunlight now streamed through a window she’d not noticed in the darkness, giving her a first clear look at the furnishings. He stepped to the side and let her take her time taking it all in.

On the wall to the left, on the same side that had the window, she saw a board nailed to the wall with two rings hanging from it like small doorknockers. Chains hung down from the rings and she realized this was what she’d been attached to the night before. Her cheeks burned at the memory of her wanton behavior and how she’d begged him for release.

The table was also there, covered in its thin leather mattress. Another table stood against the wall, but it was covered with a dark blue cloth. She was pretty sure she could see the outline of the flogger he’d used on her last night among the several bumps under the cloth. Several other larger shapes in the room were similarly covered with the same cloth. Phillip now uncovered a low, rectangular shape.

It was a small cage, not even as high as her waist. Long and narrow, she thought it large enough for a very large dog.

“I’m afraid you need some punishment, slave.” Time to find out just how compliant she could be. Although he was concerned about pushing her too far, he needed to determine whether she could handle being punished for infractions. This was an audition and he wanted her to be fully informed of what would happen to her. But there was no reason the audition couldn’t also be a time of training, whether she recognized it or not. He gestured into the cage.

She looked at him as if he were crazy. “What? What do you mean?” The game was no longer fun if he thought she was going inside that thing.

“You swore to do as I asked for twenty-four hours, and you have already broken that twice.”

“How?” She was indignant. She’d done exactly everything he’d asked her to. But a seed of doubt was planted. Had she done something wrong?

“I told you to keep your hands at your sides and take me only with your mouth. You moved your hands.” His manner was quiet and calm.

“But I didn’t use them!” She took a step back toward the door.

“And you didn’t keep them at your sides.” He stepped closer and she could see he meant every word he said. The raw power in him was strongly evident—only now she was slightly afraid of it. He advanced on her, pushing her emotions.

“That alone would have been a small punishment, however.” Sarah’s back braced against the door as he towered before her.

“Do you know what else you did that does not please me?”

She racked her brain, but could not think of a thing. They’d done the dishes and had a pleasant conversation. She shook her head.

“You did not tell me the truth, slave. And that is something you must always do. Do you remember when I asked if you wanted a reward?” She nodded, her eyes wide and heart pounding. “You told me you didn’t want one. But you did, didn’t you? You wanted me to take you again, to let you come again.”

She could not lie to him. Trembling, she nodded. She hadn’t told the truth.

The scared look on her face almost caused him to back down, but he held his ground. He didn’t like having to be so forceful, and yet, he knew it had to be done. While Sarah was far from her physical childhood, in the world of submission she was but a newborn and had much to learn. He would very much enjoy teaching her, if only she would now do what he commanded. With a gesture that bordered on impatient, he pointed again to the cage. “And now, my slave needs to learn that she will be punished if she does not tell me the truth the first time I ask her. Crawl into the cage, slave.”

Fear in her eyes, she did as she was told. This wasn’t fun anymore, but she was afraid to challenge him. He instructed her to turn so she was facing the narrow part of the cage, her back against the bars and her legs spread wide. He locked her cuffed wrists to the far opposite ends of the box, then reached in for her ankles, spreading her legs and locking them wide apart with the cuffs he’d apparently gotten from the bedroom at some point. There wasn’t room to sit up straight; with her arms and legs spread wide, she couldn’t have anyway.

“I have some chores to do. You will stay there until I decide I would like to let you out.” With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. The door was still open and she could see him put on his jacket. When she heard the front door open and close behind him, her fear got the best of her.

“You can’t do this to me! Let me out!!! Let me out!” she screamed, hoping he would return, knowing he would not. She was locked in a cage like an animal. She pulled on her bonds, trying to get her hands through the cuffs, but they were too tight. Helpless, naked, alone, she took a deep breath and calmed herself.

“Now think, girl. There has to be a way out of this.” She tested her bonds again, but they remained as restrictive as ever. Tugging on them caused her juices to flow as the feeling of total helplessness overwhelmed her again. She was at his mercy. Completely and fully his to do with as he wanted.

And wasn’t that what she’d agreed to? The thought brought a flush to her cheek as she felt a thrill through her entire being. Completely at his mercy. That was what being a slave meant. He was not fooling around; this was not a game. If she agreed to be his slave, it meant uncompromising obedience on her part. But what did it mean on his?

The time went by and she had no idea of its passing. Had she been here an hour yet? Less? More? There was no clock in the room and the sun had gone behind a cloud. She bit her lip, thinking about what it was he wanted from her. The question was, did she want to give it to him? Especially if she were going to be punished for what she considered a relatively minor infraction.

Well, okay, she should’ve been upfront with him on the reward thing. She liked to come and she liked the way he motivated her. She’d played the game, and lost. Or had she? No, perhaps not. She didn’t like being in the cage, but it wasn’t painful. The bars weren’t the most comfortable seat she’d had in years, but there was no permanent damage being done. And if he was the Master, didn’t he have the right to discipline her?

Suddenly she realized where her thoughts were taking her and stopped them. No, this was a game to her; she’d signed on for twenty-four hours and that was it. She wasn’t a quitter; she’d do her time. Tugging her arms and legs in their bindings again only aggravated her helpless feeling and caused those juices to flow. But there was nothing she could do about it—no way to get relief. Instead, she sighed and waited, getting hornier and more frustrated by the moment.

She heard his step in the hall and tried to sit up straight, forgetting her bonds would not let her. It was hard to turn her head very far, but she could see most of the doorway. He stepped into it and she caught her breath. Why did he have to be so gorgeous?

Phillip hadn’t gone further than the front porch. From the window there, he could peek into the room and keep an eye on her without her seeing him. He’d seen the struggles and heard her early yelling. But she’d quieted fairly quickly—more quickly than he anticipated. He deemed a half an hour to be long enough punishment—he doubted
he
could take much more. She looked so deliciously sensuous in that cage. Putting on his ‘stern face,’ he reentered. “How are you doing, my slave?”

She almost answered with an automatic “fine” but thought again. She was not fine. Her legs and arms ached from the position she was in, she was getting horny and not liking it at all. Her body betrayed her; in her mind she knew she didn’t like this discipline thing at all, but the wetness of her sex said otherwise. Tears formed in her eyes as she struggled with the question.

Phillip waited patiently, seeing the war going on inside. Good. The slow training was working. She was now considering what yesterday she would have dismissed out of hand. He knelt and opened the cage, unlocking her ankles first and then her wrists. Sarah rubbed her arms; they tingled as feeling came back to them.

“Crawl out of there now and kneel before me.”

Slowly, she did so. Once she cleared the cage, she stopped, kneeling on her heels.

“No, slave,” he said kindly. “That is not how one kneels to one’s Master. Spread your knees a bit and sit up.” She did so without question, the tears falling quietly down her cheeks. “Now put your hands behind your back and clasp them.” His tone was that of a quiet teacher and she responded to his commands, not fighting him. “Push your shoulders back and gaze straight ahead.” Her breasts stuck out when she did so making her feel vulnerable and weak. With an effort, she brought her chin up and gazed straight ahead, her vision clouded with still more tears.

“That is the position you will take when I tell you to kneel. Do you understand, my slave?” She glanced up at him and saw only kindness in his gaze on her. She nodded, trying not to sob outright.

“Stand now, my slave.” Phillip reached down to help her to rise, then put his arms around her. “Come with me.” He led her into the living room and set her on the couch, leaning against him. Pulling down a blanket from the back of the couch, he covered her, holding her as the sobs came in earnest now.

He kissed the top of her head and held her close, letting her tears fall. Perhaps he had been too hard on her. At least now she knew what he wanted. Did she see that she wanted it as well? The woman responded to being tied up, and that disturbed her. His hand brushed along her cheek as pity moved his heart. There was so much she did not comprehend about her own sexuality. As her sobs subsided into the occasional hiccup, he kissed her forehead. She looked up at him, her face stained and red from her cry. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Don’t you?” He kissed her temple. “I do.” He smoothed the hair from her face. “For years you have trained your mind to think in one, specific way.”

He kissed her face again. “But your body always knew something was missing. You just didn’t know what it was.” He kissed the bridge of her nose. “I am training your body.” Kiss. “And your body likes what it is discovering.” Kiss. “But your mind doesn’t accept this new training.” Kiss. “And so it has gone to war with your body.” Kiss. “Unfortunately, your heart is stuck in the middle.”

He kissed her lips then and she answered with hunger. He was right on every count. Something had been missing from her life. Was this it? In many ways, she liked his domination over her. Unwittingly, her heart moved a step toward him and in her answering kiss, she took the first step to submission.

He accepted her small step without words, encouraging her to lean on his shoulder, feeling the warmth, the security, the safeness of his presence. Relaxing, she drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

When she awoke she could hear him rustling about in the kitchen. With a start she looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. Almost noon! She threw the lap blanket back and stood, her glance falling on her naked body and the ever-present cuffs. They were symbols of her slavery, she knew that now. Nodding, she went to the kitchen to find him.

“Have a nice nap?” He grinned at her, still mixing something in a small bowl.

“Yes, Sir.” Her brow furrowed and she sniffed. “What is that, tuna fish?”

He laughed. “I need to get some groceries. All we have for lunch today is tuna fish sandwiches or peanut butter and jelly.”

“Tuna fish sounds good to me!” Her stomach growled and they both laughed.

They sat together at the table, eating their lunch and enjoying each other’s company. It was a measure of how far she’d come in that she only gave her nudity a passing thought.

Again she helped him with the dishes, folding the towel and hanging it when they were done. “Come with me,” he instructed and she followed him almost eagerly. She still hadn’t come yet today and very much wanted to.

They went back into the bedroom again and he pulled the covers down almost off the bed. With a gesture of his head, she knew he wanted her to lie down and she did so, leaving plenty of room for him to join her. He smiled, “Move into the center, my sweet, and put your hands above your head.”

She grinned as she realized he was going to tie her down. Last night had been the first time she’d ever been immobile and she had liked it very much—her climax had never been so intense. Eagerly, she raised her arms, resting them on the pillows as he fastened her cuffs to the headboard. She pulled a few time, experimenting, even though she knew she was caught fast.