The Art of Submission (47 page)

First I place the suspension cuffs on her,
explaining that they have a quick release snap on them, in case she
feels panicked. Then I guide her from the bed over to the rig. I
have her stand directly underneath the spreader bar and have her
raise her arms up so that I can get her wrists fastened to each
end. I pause briefly to gauge her reaction in case she’s having
second thoughts. To my amusement, she’s staring overhead at the
rig, seemingly fascinated by it. I lower the bar just low enough to
meet her wrists and adjust the bar so that her wrists are about one
foot apart and snap the cuffs into place. The sound of the metal on
metal, the site of Isa so ready and willing and her breath on my
chest as I reach overhead to bind her, is almost more than I can
take. Once she’s restrained, I look down at her ask if she really
wants to do this.

“More than you’ll ever know, Sir.” She says
smiling deviously at me.

Fuck yes.
I
walk over to the crank and slowly turn the handle. I see her body
slowly rise off the floor. I lift her just enough so that her feet
are off the ground, but the balls of her feet are still touching
the floor. I move in front of her and slip her socks and panties
off, commenting on her interesting choice in socks.

As I run my fingers up the inside of her
thighs, she lets out a small sigh and I rub her pussy ever so
lightly.

“Always so eager, aren’t you, Isa?” I ask as
I feel her wetness.

Then I grab the fixed ankle spreader bar. I
hold it up to Isa so she can get a good look at it. She scans it
excitedly and then licks her lips. I place her ankles in the cuffs
and adjust the bar to an almost uncomfortable width for her. I
stand back and eye my filthy handiwork.

“You look fucking magnificent, Isa.” I tell
her.

She smiles shyly and a beautiful pink hue
steals onto her cheeks. I start rubbing my cock through my pants as
she watches me impatiently. Then I start to undress.

“Slower, Sir. I want to enjoy the show.” She
tells me.

What the hell?
Is she topping from the bottom?
I’ll let it
slide this time because she doesn’t know what that means and
because she asked to nicely. Also, I love the look on her face
right now. Giving Isa what she wants, I slow my pace and give her
show. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and smiles lustfully
at me. I move towards her, unbuttoning her shirt and opening it so
that I can see her breasts. I step back away from her and instruct
her to lower her head and to not speak anymore unless I give her
permission.

When I move towards the rack to find a
flogger, I notice the belts are gone. My Isa didn’t miss a thing
when she was cleaning in here. I pick out what I want and then move
behind her. I move her hair out of the way and kiss her neck. Then
I bite it and suck hard. She lets out a loud whine as I continue to
suck at her neck.
She tastes so damned
good
. Then I kneel behind her and kiss her flawless
fleshy ass and bite there, too.
Her skin
is so soft and she smells divine
. She whimpers quietly
and pulls on her restraints.

“Don’t move, Isa.” I tell her.

I move around front and cup her chin and
raise her face so she’s looking at me. “What did you do last night
after we got off the phone?” I ask her.

She looks surprised and then looks down
at the ground guiltily.
That’s what I
thought.

“How…” She starts to ask but I stop her.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” I ask
her sternly.

She nods no and keeps silent. She wants
to know how? Well, it was just a lucky guess, but I’m not going to
tell her that. Now it’s time to teach Isa a little lesson on
self-control. When I tell her my plan, her eyes are luminous with
arousal and fear?
Good.
It’s
okay to be a little afraid.

Before we get started, I remind her of the
safe words. She nods yes to understanding what they mean and when
to use them, and her breathing quickens. I move behind her again
and run my fingers through her hair; it’s soft and damp. Then I
gently lift the tail of her shirt to expose her ass and I flick the
flogger on it, lightly. The sound startles her and she jumps. Then
I start planting small light slaps all the way across her ass and
down her legs. She starts to moan. Then I slip two fingers into her
soaking wet pussy and start to finger fuck her, but only briefly. I
move in front of her as I lick my fingers. She watches me intently
and then blushes at the site of me tasting her.

“Why are you embarrassed, Isa? You taste
outstanding.” I tell her.

I step back about two feet and run the
flogger down in between her breasts and down to her pussy and back
up again. I push the shirt to the side so that her breasts are
exposed and I flick the flogger on her breast, a little harder than
before. She jumps from the sting and her nipples immediately
stiffen. Then I flick it on the other breast, a little harder yet.
She moans loudly, bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes tightly.
I push the flogger up to her chin and raise her face with it.

“Look at me, Isa.” I tell her.

She promptly opens her eyes and the look she
gives me is scorching hot. She pouts her mouth and scans my face
keenly, her eyes stopping on my mouth. I lick my lips teasingly at
her.

“I want that tongue on me, Sir.
Please
…” She says
whispered.

Fucking hell.
When will she learn? I harshly remind her that she’s not to
speak unless given permission. I move behind her again and slap the
flogger unsympathetically on her ass and she screams. Her ass turns
a divine shade of red and I’m half expecting to hear ‘yellow’ come
out of her mouth, but no; she just pants heavily.
Good girl. She won’t forget next time.

When I move back in front of her, I
drop the flogger to the floor and move close in front of her. I
slip two fingers inside her. She’s tight and warm and so fucking
amazingly wet, with her pussy juices running down her
thighs.
Yes.
I like her wet
and ready. I start to move my fingers in and out of her
slowly.

“Now you’re going to learn about
self-control, Isa. I’m going to push you to the edge of an orgasm,
but I want you to hold it. I don’t want you to cum until I tell you
to; until I give you permission. Nod if you understand.” I tell
her.

She looks confused and almost hurt at my
demand, but I want her to learn to control herself and her sexual
desires. I cup her chin as she remains unresponsive. “Nod that you
understand, Isa.”

She hesitantly nods yes. I start to work her
body, fingering her slowly, then fast, feeling the rigidness of her
sweet spot swell to my touch. Then I begin nipping and biting her
jaw line, her mouth, her breasts and her belly. She starts to
thrash as I can feel her getting close to orgasm. Her pussy
tightens and her G-spot feels full and heavy like it needs to be
released, but I warn her of the consequences if she does. She
whimpers and whines as I kneel in front of her and start licking
her delicious pussy and nibbling and pulling at her clit, and for a
moment I think she’s going to break, but she doesn’t.

“Oh God, Dylan.
Please
… I want to cum.
Please
… may I, Sir?” She cries out.

I almost give in to the sound of her begging
so politely, but I resist and I reassure her that she can hold it a
bit longer. She looks so fucking beautiful right now. Her eyes are
closed tightly and her head is thrashing forward and back.

“I don’t want you playing with yourself
without my permission. Do you understand, Isa?” I ask her
harshly.

When she opens her eyes, they’re the color of
wildfire. She hesitates but I tug at her harder and her answer
comes spilling out of her perfect mouth.

“Yes
, I
understand.” She says near tears.

“You understand,
what?”
I want to hear her say it
again.

“Sir
. Yes, I
understand, Sir.
Please
…”

I pull my fingers out and move behind
her. I push myself into her dripping wet honey hole and thrust fast
and hard. She starts to scream my name as I continue to ram into
her. I reach around front and squeeze her breasts and bite down on
her shoulder blade.
Fucking hell… I don’t
want to cum just yet.
I move my hand down towards her
clit and startworking it while I squeeze her shoulder with my other
hand. The sound of her ass slapping against me, the smell of sex
and leather, and her loud moans are too much, and I feel my cum
engorging me.
Fuck.
I lean
into Isa and whisper to her.

“Cum for me now, sweetheart.” I say as I
continue rapidly thrusting into her.

And like a good submissive, she
cums.
Holy hell.
I feel her
soak the front of my hand and when I lean over her shoulder to get
a look, she’s has a wall soaking orgasm worthy of an Olympic gold
medal. She screams loudly and her toes curl. Her pussy death grip
tightens around me and it sends me over the edge. I cum hard and
quick inside her.
FUCK!
I
yell something garbled and then wobble backwards towards the
bed.

When I look up, Isa is a like a shackled rag
doll limply hanging from the rig. Unsteady on my feet, I walk
towards her and release first her ankle cuffs and then her wrist
cuffs. She falls into my arms and I catch her. Her body is
completely limp and I start to carry her to the bedroom, but she
stops me.

“No, in here, leave me in here,” she says
whispered and weak.

I place her on the bondage bed and pull the
top sheet over her. She looks up at me dreamily, her honey eyes
shining brightly at me. She’s on the verge of passing out from
exhaustion when I plant a kiss on her soft pink mouth. She smiles
crookedly at me, reaches up and caresses my face, and then drifts
off to sleep.

Holy fuck session.
That was beyond incredible. Isa was absolutely perfect. She’s
going to make a magnificent submissive. Going to? She already is. I
can’t focus. I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight. I sit
watching Isabel sleep for a good ten minutes before I get dressed.
I don’t even bother cleaning up as I want her lingering scent to
remain on my body. I contemplate whether or not waking her to say
good bye, but she looks so peaceful. I don’t think anyone has
actually ever slept in this room or asked to be left in here. How
charming that she would request that.

I scribble a quick note in my office. I leave
it next to her and kiss her good bye.

**********************

Isabel

My painting is coming along nicely. I
sit and paint for a good half an hour when the living shit is
scared out of me by the feeling of my earbuds being pulled out of
my ears and my chair swinging around. I go to lash out at whoever
the culprit is attacking me and realize it’s Dylan. He’s kneeling
in front of me and he immediately grabs my face and kisses me
ferociously. I feel his warm tongue in my mouth and I grab his
hair, pulling and fisting it in my hands. Yes. I missed him.
My Dom.
I pull back just briefly to
get a look at his beautiful rugged face and his eyes are a dreamy
blue. I kiss him once more and then tell him that I missed him,
being sure to call him Sir, like I know he wants.

I look down and notice that I’ve gotten a bit
of paint on his lovely, and no doubt expensive, gray tie and I
apologize.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart. I like what you
did in the dungeon.” He says surprising me.

He’s been in there? Damn. I wanted it to be a
surprise and I was hoping to be the one to show it to him.

“It was a very nice surprise and so was
finding you in here.” He says seductively with a raised
eyebrow.

I ask him how long he was watching me.
Not that I mind,
much.

“Not long at all. I would’ve watched longer
except you looked so fucking sexy I couldn’t keep my hands off of
you anymore.” He says smiling at me adorably.

Oh. Well, then I don’t mind at all. Then he
asks me what music I was listening to and laughs at my choice. Then
all at once, he scoops me out of the chair and carries me into the
kinky room. Yay! I feel a flutter in my belly and a throb in my
pussy at the thought of what dirty things he’ll do to me in there.
He sets me on the bed and then deals me some sad news.

“I don’t have long. I have to be back in
Dallas by around noon.”

Boo! No fair. My irritation is somewhat
relieved by the sweet kiss he plants on me. I sit on the bed
watching Dylan as he starts moving cat-like around the room,
getting the suspension rig ready. Oh really? Okay. He gets out some
wrist cuffs and a long metal bar with cuffs on it as well. I wonder
how those work. I should be taking notes for future reference, just
in case Dylan decides to misbehave or something.
Stop, Isa.

When he has everything he needs, he walks
over to me and has me hold my wrists out in front of me so he can
put the cuffs on. They’re black leather and wide, and lined with
very soft fleece. He very politely informs that there’s a quick
release snap on them in case I have second thoughts. When he puts
them on me, he leads me over the rig and tells me to hold my arms
straight up. He brings down a similar bar to that he pulled out
with the cuffs on it, and attaches my wrists to each end of it.
Then he adjusts the bar so that my wrists are fairly close
together.