Jennifer's Surrender (7 page)

 
“It does please me, very much so.” He
said and I smiled. “Now, on your knees, come here and show me how much you’re
willing to try.” I exhaled, relieved that he still wanted me and crawled the
few feet over to him. Once I was in between his legs, I looked up and asked,

 
“Sir, may I release my hands to unbutton
and unzip your pants?”

He smiled down
at me and smoothed my hair. “Thank you for asking, Jennifer. Yes, you may use
your hands for that. But I only want your mouth on me.”

Warmth spread
over me. He was pleased. And now I would make him even more pleased with taking
a chance on me.

I’m not sure I
had ever before been so excited to suck on a man’s cock. I’ve always wanted to
do a good ‘job’, no pun intended, but this, well, I guess this was different
because he was different. I couldn’t remember ever feeling such a need to
please as I did while kneeling between Sir’s legs just then.

He was tall,
probably 6’2” and had big hands. I remember looking at them during our
presentation earlier that week, and then at dinner. They were a man’s hands. So
I had an idea that he’d be big, but I don’t think I could have imagined just
how large. I had felt him pressed against me when we kissed after dinner, and
it confirmed what I thought, but I had been so lost in his kiss then that I
didn’t really register much else.

With trembling
hands, I unbuttoned, and then unzipped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any
underwear, which was my first surprise. I snuck a glance up at him and smiled,
which he returned briefly and then gave me a look that made it clear to get back
to the task at hand, so to speak. I reached in and pulled out the biggest cock
I had ever seen. It actually scared me. I think I must have gasped because he
actually chuckled and said, “Just do your best, little bird.” I assumed he must
have had issues in the past… how on earth was I going to get this in my mouth
without scraping my teeth on it?

I licked my
lips and then licked the tip, tasting the precum that was already there. I
circled the head with my tongue then licked the underside from root to tip. I
couldn’t use my hands, so as deftly as possible, I took him into my mouth and
started to suck, first the head, and then slowly taking more and more in as I
continued to swirl my tongue around him. I tried to make sure my lips and
tongue were the only things making contact, but apparently I was being too
careful as I soon felt his hands in my hair starting to guide me to take more
and more, faster and faster. I tried to keep my focus as he became more and
more deliberate with his grasp making it clear that even in this position, he
was the one in control.

But he was so
big, and started moving my head so fast that I was having trouble keeping up.
As soon as he said, “Surrender to me, Jennifer.” I relaxed and somehow, hearing
that, it made it easier to take him in, I was able to start using my tongue and
lips to not just be there to be fucked, but to use them to please him. It
seemed to work, “Good girl, that’s right.” And the more he praised, the better
I did.

I have no idea
how long I sucked his cock. My jaw was aching, my shoulders were getting stiff,
my knees were sore, but all of those sensations were so far in the back of my
consciousness, I was so focused on his cock that it was almost zen like until
he pulled my head up, snapping me out of the trance I had fallen into. “That’s
enough for now, little bird. That was very nice.” He said as he smiled down at
me and smoothed my hair off my forehead.

I licked my
lips and swallowed as I said shyly, “Thank you, Sir.”

He pushed his
chair back and got up, stuffing himself back into his jeans, which looked
uncomfortable given that he was still hard. I stayed on my knees until he held
his hand out which I took as my cue to get up. “You’re a quick study,
Jennifer.” He said as he helped me up. I was grateful for his hands because my
legs were so unsteady after kneeling for however long that had been, and I was
a little lightheaded, and swooned a bit.

 
“Thank you, Sir.” I whispered again as so
much sensation was coming back to me, not the least of which was the ache
between my legs. As he held me there, making sure I was steady, I pressed my
legs together instinctively. If I could have, I would have reached down to rub
my clit, but I knew that Sir would not allow that.

 
“Come. You’re ready for more.” He said as
he led me back inside the house. It was late afternoon by now, the only way I
knew was because the air had cooled and sun was starting to drop in the sky. As
we walked in I realized that he was fully clothed and I was still naked. I had
no idea at the time that this would become the norm in terms of our attire.

He led me back
through the living room, through the kitchen and into a back stairwell. We
descended a flight that led to a locked door. He fished a key out of his pants
pocket and unlocked it. Up until this point, I’d had no idea whether dungeons
or playrooms or whatever they were called, were fiction or reality. But once he
flipped on the lights, it was clear, this was real, very, very real.

I had never
before seen any of this equipment in person, I had only read about it and seen
pictures online. But I knew enough to have a good idea of what was what. There
was a Saint Andrew’s cross figured prominently against one wall. Eye hooks in
the ceiling with chains. A padded saw-horse type bench with D-hooks on it.
Something that looked like a pommel horse with stirrups and dildos sticking up
from it. A large 4-poster bed. And of course riding crops, floggers, paddles,
canes and other instruments against the walls. I’m sure there was more but it
was already quite a bit to take in.

Sir was
watching my reaction as I looked around, mentally taking inventory. I suppose I
should have been scared, and a part of me was. But I was more turned on than
anything else. “It looks like someone likes what they see.” He said with a
smile. I blushed and turned to him and nodded. After what we just did outside,
I’m not sure why I was suddenly embarrassed, but I was. He laughed lightly and
stroked my ass as he led me in and closed the door behind us.

 
“You know about safe-words, Jennifer?” he
asked, and I nodded. My heart was pounding again. He stared at me and I
realized I needed to answer him.

 
“Yes, Sir. I’ve read about them. And I
understand what they’re used for.” I said softly.

 
“Good. What will yours be?” he asked so
officiously, I almost wanted to laugh again, but I was reminded that he took
this stuff very seriously. My mind was blank. There was only one word that kept
coming back to me.

 
“Surrender, Sir.”

 
“Surrender will be your safe word?” he
asked and I nodded.

 
“I can’t think of anything else right
now.” I said almost apologetically.

 
“Very well. It’s a bit long and
cumbersome. I typically suggest mono-syllabic words, but if that’s what you’ll
remember, then ‘Surrender’ it is. Now, you understand, you use it when
something is too much. As we get to know each other, I’ll have a sense of how
far to push you, but in the beginning, I won’t.” As he said that, a huge smile
spread across my face. “Is something funny, Jennifer?”

 
“No, Sir, not at all.” I shook my head
quickly.

 
“Then, what are you smiling at?” he asked
as he crossed his arms.

Now was no
time to hold back what I was thinking, not to mention I don’t think I had
enough properly functioning brain cells to be clever even if I wanted to. “You
want to pursue this, Sir. You’re interested in teaching me.” I said, feeling my
heart swell, praying he wasn’t going to crush it right then.

He smiled and
stroked my cheek, “Oh yes, little bird, very much so.” And as he said this I
leaned my cheek into his hand, almost the way a cat leans in as she’s pet. I
don’t know that I had ever done that to anyone before, but instincts took over.

 
“Now, let’s get some cuffs on those
lovely wrists of yours.” He said sexily and I was so excited I was about to
jump out of my skin. I had read so much about all of this, and finally it was
becoming my reality.

He strapped
leather, fleece lined cuffs to each wrist. As he did, he stood so close, I
breathed in his scent and felt his breath on me as he focused. The intensity in
his gaze had become even stronger the moment we walked in this room. As he
worked, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Of the many things that
he would teach me, one that I learned early on was that anticipation was one of
the greatest aphrodisiacs.

 
“Raise your arms straight above your
head, dear.” I did and he stepped back, just looking at me. His eyes burned
with appreciation and lust as they scanned up and down my naked body. “Spread
your legs wider.” I did. “Arch your back a little more.” I did. And he just
stood there and looked for at least a minute. I wasn’t connected to anything,
but his stare kept me still as if I were chained to one of the eye-hooks in the
ceiling. “You’re beautiful, Jennifer. You’re absolutely perfect.”

Pride filled
me as I soaked in his compliment, “Thank you very much, Sir.” His words made me
even more determined to stay like that for as long as it might take, though his
next move made it clear, he was going to give me some assistance. He turned to
grab two leather cables from one of the walls and they each had hooks on either
end. He reached up and fastened one hook to one of the eye hooks, then clasped
one of my wrists, and repeated the process with the other. My arms were taught,
straight above me, shoulder width apart. I was ever so slightly up on my tip
toes.

Then he knelt
down and fastened cuffs to each ankle. He retrieved a spreader bar from one of
the walls and fastened it. Once again, he stood back to examine his handy-work.
Then, he grabbed a riding crop from the wall and I couldn’t help but smile. My
breathing had become shallow and I knew I was flushed.

 
“Little bird, do you like the riding
crop?” he asked with just a hint of a smile on his lips. I nodded and he
snapped it onto one of my nipples. “Answer me, Jennifer.”

 
“Yes, Sir, I think I do.” I said
breathlessly as the pain from my nipple turned into pleasure. Obviously, I
shouldn’t have let on that I liked it as he took a different tack.

He started
very, very slowly, lightly, tracing the end of the crop up my inner thigh, then
lightly brushed it over my sex, and ran it down the other thigh. The touch was
so light, it was excruciating. I was already so worked up from earlier, I knew
my pussy was swollen and wet. But I was getting the impression that he liked to
take his time as he lazily dragged the riding crop up the back of my legs, over
my ass cheek, down the crack, over the other cheek, down the other leg. Then he
moved up to my torso, tracing my waist, outside and around each breast, down
between them and then up the underside of my arms.

On and on the
tracing went, the touch so light it was becoming unbearable.
 
But I had learned my lesson earlier, and
I wasn’t about to say that he was driving me crazy this time.

 
“You’re being very patient, I’m
impressed.” He said as he continued walking around, slowly grazing my body.

 
“Thank you, Sir.” I managed.

Then he
started lightly tapping me with the end. It was more than the tracing, but all it
did was make me even more agitated and aroused. He tapped my inner thighs, my
ass, all over my ass, my mound, my tits, but again, the touch wasn’t nearly
what I needed, yet it was enough to make me start panting more. I closed my
eyes to try to heighten the feelings, try to make them more intense.

Swat!
On my nipple. My eyes flew open.
“Was I boring you, Jennifer?”

 
“No, no, Sir.” I panted and straightened
up.

 
“Because, if I were, I could just stop.”
He said, but he was behind me so I couldn’t see his expression, but I suddenly
felt the crop between my legs. I so badly wanted to grind against it, but with
the spreader bar I couldn’t move at all. “Hmm, it doesn’t seem like you want me
to stop, do you, Jennifer?”

 
“Oh, no Sir, please don’t stop.” I begged
and heard him laugh. And then he started swatting my ass, hard. It was still a
little sore from the earlier spanking, but this pain was sharper. He swatted
and swatted, over and over again, my body started swaying, the pain was
becoming so intense, but the more he did it the more it also became
pleasurable.

 
“Stay still, Jennifer.” He said and I
straightened up. He came around to my side and with his left hand started
rubbing my stinging ass, and with his right hand wielding the crop, he started
his assault on my nipples. Swat! Swat! Swat! Back and forth from breast to
breast, oh, this pain was exquisite. It hurt but then the minute it started to
dissipate I wanted more. I must have unconsciously arched my back into it, as
if I could have willed him to hit me more. By now, my pussy was throbbing,
aching to be touched. I knew I was moaning but it was so unconscious it was
almost as if the sounds were coming from someone else.

As if he could
read my mind he started alternating between swatting each breast and my mound.
The first time the tip of the crop came down on my clit I thought I was going
to explode. He kept at it, nipple, nipple, clit, over and over. I was writhing
with the pain and pleasure, unable to do anything about it. It just kept
building and building and building as he switched to now just hitting my pussy,
alternating the rhythm so that I couldn’t predict when the next blow would
land. And each time it landed I thought if it could just stay there longer, if
the pressure could just last longer, I could come.