Jennifer's Surrender (11 page)

There was
something in his tight smile that I should have known was dangerous. But I was
so focused on everything that I had felt over the week, so upset at him for
making me act the way I was acting. All he replied was, “Sure.” As he led me
into the house. I was clueless as to his look, and what he had in store for me.

 
“What would you like to drink, Jennifer?”
he asked, coolly.

 
“Vodka rocks would be great, thanks.” He
regarded me skeptically, but like he had an ace up his sleeve. It had been a
week since I had played his little submissive, but after playing by his rules,
and having no release, I had no tolerance for his little games.

 
“Here you go. And here’s some water. I
just ask that you hydrate yourself.” He said. I thought,
ok, sure, I’ll drink water
as I threw back my first drink. He
graciously refilled it, and asked me nicely to finish my water. I did, and he
filled it up again. “You really should drink more water. With that much
alcohol, you don’t want to get dehydrated.” I was already buzzed so I thought,
sure, what the hell, and drank my second full glass of water.

We had been
making small talk until I finished my second vodka. He presented me with yet
another full glass of water. “Jennifer, I just ask that you finish this glass,
then I promise you, the fun will begin.” Buzzed from the alcohol, I did as he
asked.

 
“Now, please take off all of your
clothes, dear.” He said. I was so God damned worked up from the week that I
thought, finally, I’ll get some release. I did as he asked while he retrieved a
few items. When I faced him he told me to kneel, which I did, albeit a bit
clumsily given the drinks.

First, he
fastened a collar to my neck. I had read about collars, so that wasn’t a big
deal. Second, he attached a leather leash onto one of the rings on the collar.
Still, ok. Third, he told me to bend over onto my hands. I heard him spit and
then felt his fingers on my anus, rubbing his spit around it. Unlike our anal
play the previous weekend, this was not gentle as he shoved a large butt plug
up my ass.

 
“Owwwww” I yelped. And he immediately
yanked on the leash. I was snapped to attention while processing the burning of
my asshole. I was also vaguely aware of something else. It wasn’t just a plug.
There was a tail attached to the plug. I swished my ass to confirm my
suspicions and sure enough, it felt like a long, furry tail.

 
“Bill told me you have been a little
bitch all week.” I looked up at him from all fours, mortified and angry. He
jerked on the leash letting me know that I wasn’t to speak. “But I couldn’t
believe that my obedient little bird could be a bitch.
 
Yet, now that I’ve seen you, I have to
say, Bill was right.” My face burned.

 
“So, if you’re going to act like a little
bitch, it’s only fitting to treat you like one.” He said calmly. I looked up at
him, and as I was about to open my mouth a hard slap came down onto my ass. I
shrieked.

 
“Bitches don’t scream, they yelp. And,
for the rest of the night, while you’re my little bitch, you will only answer
me in barks or yelps. Do you understand?” he jerked the chain. I opened my
mouth to tell him what a fucking asshole he was when the next slap came down on
my ass. I was pretty sure it was a cane, though processing anything at that
point was risky.

 
“Now, you little bitch. I’m going to tie
you here to make sure you don’t try to move. And trust me, if you do, you’ll
regret it.” He said as he fastened the leash to a convenient eye hook bolted to
the floor next to the couch. I never would have seen it otherwise. I could have
released it, but I thought better of it. When he came back, he held a metal
bowl filled with water. He placed it at my head and said, “Drink.”

I looked up at
him and he yanked again on the leash. “Drink you little bitch. Empty the bowl.”
I realized that, no matter how loving he had been the weekend before, I
obviously didn’t know this man, and I just might be with a serial killer. So I
drank. Like a dog would do. I slurped until the bowl was emptied. When I was
finished, I sat back on my heels with my arms up like a good doggie begging. He
smiled a little and I thought, perhaps I softened him out of his angry mood.

 
“Good girl.” He said as he stroked my
head. “Now, I’m going to allow you to speak for a bit. Why are you so angry?”
he asked, sounding caring. I was so confused. He had just treated me like a
dog, called me a bitch, yet now he sounded like he wanted to talk.

I had to clear
my throat before I could speak, “I, uh, it was a frustrating week.”

 
“Do tell.”

 
“You wouldn’t let me touch myself all
week.”

 
“And?”

 
“And, after the weekend that we had, I
was so worked up, I guess it got the better of me.” I admitted assuming this
admission would be the clue for him that I wanted to have sex.

He sat back,
regarding what I had said. “I see. So, you feel like you need to come, is that
it?”

The way he
asked, I knew it couldn’t be that simple. I nodded my head. And the way his
eyes bored into me, I somehow became submissive on the spot. All the piss and
vinegar was out of me and I replied, “Yes, Sir.” I could feel myself getting
wet.

 
“Yes, Sir, what?”

 
“Yes, Sir, I need to come. Please.”

 
“Is there anything else?” he asked.
Again, I knew there was something behind his question, I just didn’t know what
yet.

 
“Ummm, I need to pee.” I said sheepishly
which somehow brought on a big grin from him.

 
“Yes, I imagine that you do. You drank
quite a bit of water, now didn’t you?” he asked rhetorically. He was the one
who made me drink it. “I’ll tell you what. You can come first, then you pee.”
He decried. And then he added, “And that’s enough talking. You can go back to
being the little bitch that you are. From here on out, all communication will
be in barks or yips or whatever else it is that you bitches do.”

I stared at
him, incredulous that he was talking to me like he was. Then he got up and came
around behind me, knelt down and started playing with my pussy. As he was
stroking it, rubbing my clit, he reached up and pinched at my nipples and
played with them, all the while shoving the butt plug into my ass as he knelt.
I started relaxing into the sensations, feeling myself welling up, thinking
that finally, I would get some release. And then, he backed off. He got up and
sat back down in the chair in front of me, though he still held my leash in his
hand.

I was
breathing heavily, obviously turned on. I didn’t know what was next in store
for me, but based on my experience with him so far, I assumed it would be
something good. I looked up at him.

 
“Do you want to come my little bitch?” he
asked sweetly. I figured, if we were playing this game, then I’d just play
along. I yipped and bobbed my head up. But the intense pressure of needing to
pee was also building up. I squeezed my legs together, hoping he’d get the
clue.

 
“Does the little bitch need to pee?” He
asked and I yipped again.
 
“I
already told you.
 
You come first
and then you pee. Bad dog.” He lifted the cane and over my back swatted my
butt. Thankfully, given the angle, it didn’t land that hard.

 
“So, how do little bitches come? Hmm? I’m
sure you’ve seen plenty of dogs in heat, haven’t you?” Suddenly, his tone
became sinister. “If you want to come, and if you want to pee, then you’re
going to have to do it like the bitch that you are.” I looked up at him, about
to speak, but all it took was his stare. I knew this was not a negotiation.
“so, come over here and hump my leg until you come. Then, I’ll take you outside
to pee.” Again, I thought I was hearing things. He was going to make me hump
his leg like a dog? As if reading my mind he said, “Jennifer, if you want this,
it means submitting to me in all things. If you don’t, you can get up right now
and walk out that door.”

All week I had
dreamed about him, fantasized about what sexy ways he would take me, pleasure
me. I had experienced the most intense sex just a week prior, I assumed that
was how it would always be. That was why I deprived myself all week. To make
him proud, and to reward me with more mind blowing sex. And now, now he was
doing this. I would have to submit like this? My heart and pussy were both
pounding. Somehow I was sure that this man was right for me. I wanted to please
him. I wanted to submit to him. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was
convinced that if I just did this, he would lavish praise and love on me. I
tried to rationalize that I could hump his leg. I mean, how different would it
be than having his hand or his cock between me?

Breaking my
thoughts, he started talking, “Did you think about me during the week, little
bird? Did you fantasize about my cock?” I nodded. “Did you imagine what we
would do this weekend?” I nodded again, not sure if I was allowed to speak.
“Are you getting wet and more frustrated just thinking about it now?” I nodded
again. “Then come over here.” He yanked my leash and I crawled to him. “Now,
all you have to do is hump my leg.” He extended his leg out and lifted his
pants, “I don’t want your cum staining my pants.” Which just made me feel even more
humiliated. “I’m not going to tell you again. Either you hump my leg now, or
you don’t come all weekend. It’s your choice.”

I swallowed as
I regarded his shin. I looked up at him, but his expression gave nothing away. I
looked back at his leg, and then dutifully straddled it. I could feel my cheeks
burning brighter than they ever had before. I swallowed again as I lowered
myself onto his shin and slowly started grinding my pussy against it. It didn’t
take long for me to start enjoying it as I rubbed my clit back and forth over
his shin bone. I was on all fours with his leg between my crotch and I was
grinding and grinding, aching for my release. I started to lose myself in it as
I felt my orgasm coming.

At which point
he said, “Look at me, you little bitch. I want you to look at me when you come,
so you know who your Master is, and who allows you to come.” He said so low I
couldn’t look away. I held his eye contact as I continued to grind. A slow
smile started to spread over his face as he could feel my legs start to tremble
and I humped his leg faster and faster until I finally came, spasming over his
leg. I couldn’t believe the force of it, given how it was achieved. I have to
assume that, in part, it was due to having been denied all week. I bucked a few
more times and then eventually sat back on my knees, panting.

 
“Good girl.” He said as he leaned forward
and stroked my hair. “Now, I don’t want you making a mess inside. Come on then.
Let’s go pee.” He said as he rose and yanked my chain. I started to stand up,
but his stare said it all. I crawled the length of the living room on my hands
and knees, across the concrete patio and to the grassy area. He looked at me
and it was clear. If I didn’t pee there, I wasn’t sure when I would be able to.
And now I understood why he wanted me to drink all that water. He had this all
planned from the beginning. I squatted and after a few minutes, eventually,
relaxed enough to hear and feel the urine flow out. I had never before been so
grateful to pee. When I finally finished I looked up at him and he asked, “Are
you done being a bitch?” I nodded. “Are you going to be a good sub the rest of
the weekend?” I nodded again. “Ok, you can stand up then.” I couldn’t believe
that, instead of being angry, I was grateful.

 
“Thank you, Sir.” I whispered as I stood
up. He kissed me on the top of my head and then pulled me into a warm hug.

 
“I know that was very difficult for you,
Jennifer.” He said as he continued to kiss my head and hold me, “Now, let’s get
you cleaned up and have a nice dinner, shall we?” I nodded again.

 
“That sounds very nice, Master.” And I
knew, after what I had just done, there was no question in my mind, or his,
that he was indeed my Master.

After a quick
shower, I met him down in the kitchen. Once again, I was naked and he was
clothed, but after what had just happened, I wasn’t about to complain. I
couldn’t figure out what compelled me to stay, but there was no one else I
wanted to be with. I can honestly say that I wanted to be there. Is that what
love is? Such an overwhelming feeling for someone that, no matter what, you
can’t be torn away from them?

When I walked
into the kitchen he was seasoning what looked to be two filets. I also saw two
potatoes and salad makings sitting out. He looked up at me and smiled, then,
reading my expression asked, “Is there something wrong, Jennifer?”

I smiled back
at him and shook my head, “No, but this is one area I will not submit. I
haven’t eaten meat for 20 years. You can beat me or humiliate me, but with all
due respect, I am not going to eat that, Sir.”

He smiled and
took a sip of wine. “I respect that, little bird. I would never make you do
something that compromised your beliefs.” I laughed out loud and he actually
laughed too. “Well, let’s see what else there is that we can fix for you.”

 
“I’ll be fine with salad and a potato.”
He scrunched up his brows. “Honest. I’m not a big dinner eater anyway.” I
walked over to him, went up on my tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek,
which seemed to surprise him, and then I said, “I’ll make the salad.” I’m not
sure why I suddenly felt so comfortable with him, but I did.