A Taste of Submission (10 page)

“As my submissive you would give your sexuality and your body to me. They are a gift from you and I can then use your gift to maximize pleasure for both of us. For example, I’ve introduced you to spanking and to being tied up. I would also like to tie you up and have you experience more intense sensation play, like whipping, I’m sure you’ll find it rewarding.

“I would like to display you and play with you in public at BDSM parties. Another example is when I requested you not wear panties on Sunday. If you were my submissive I would have ordered you to not wear panties, no questions asked.

“However, I respect and support your career so, for example, we could agree you were always free to dress as you felt was appropriate for work. And I have no desire to go shopping with you and approve all of your clothes.

“There are also areas which do not interest me such as severe humiliation, golden showers or elaborate bondage. I know all of this is a lot to digest. Any questions so far?”

Jenni shook her head no, she realized now it was pretty much what she had expected to hear.

He continued, “In general, being my submissive means you trust me and you agree to let me take the lead and to try new things that I want you or both of us to experience. If we agree on it, we would explore such things as playing in public and playing with other couples as well as the fun of giving yourself to me in any way I can imagine, within your limits of course.

“And over time there may be things you hear of or read about that you wish to explore. All of this is playing with the power which is already part of our sexuality, my sexuality taking the assertive or yang position and your sexuality going with the receptive and yin position. Does that make sense?”

“Yes it does and I’m certainly in favor of doing more of all of the fun stuff we have been doing! I guess I’m afraid I will disappoint you if I’m not submissive enough,” she told him honestly, her brow furrowing.

Charles took Jenni’s hands in his and bent his head and kissed them. “Sweet Jenni, please believe me when I say I will never, ever be disappointed. As I said, I could be truly happy just with the type of play we’re already doing.

“If you hadn’t liked what we have already done then it might have been different. It would be hard for me to eliminate all of the kinky aspects from my life, but that’s not the case. And I honestly would be totally happy to be with you and play with you just as we have even if you never ever called me master or submitted to any more than you already had.” She could tell he was being sincere.

“I guess it’s lucky I liked it so far. What would you have done if I had not succumbed to any of your deviant charms?” Jenni smiled mischievously.

“Well, I was pretty confident; I knew that power dynamic existed between us,” he replied with a smile.

“And how did you know that?” Jenni suspected she knew the answer.

“The very first time we met, after your presentation, I held your hand and made a very slight suggestive statement and then I looked at you intently. You lowered your eyes and you blushed. I knew then there was a part of you which was receptive to my assertive side.”

“Would I always have to call you master, never Charles or something else like ‘honey?’”

“I said before, I’m not looking for a full time, always in D/s mode relationship. If we were doing a scene then you would, of course, call me master or sir. If we were out with friends you would call me Charles, or darling, just don’t call me late for dinner,” he joked.

“Hardee-har-har,” she replied with a smirk, rolling her eyes.

Charles continued, “If we’re enjoying the D/s aspect of our relationship as much as I know we will, then you’ll probably tend to call me master often, as a sign of endearment, and I’ll call you ‘my slave,’ even when we’re not doing a scene. But there will also be times when we’re laying in bed together or making love as Charles and Jenni.”

Jenni contemplated all she had heard. “Well, overall it does sound exciting…and I do want to make you happy.”

“Always a good thing to hear from your submissive; and you would make yourself happy as well or it won’t work. Would you like another demonstration of what it would be like?” he asked smiling.

“Now? Uh, I guess so.” Once again Jenni felt the delicious emotion of excitement tinged with fear.

“Good.” He was still holding one hand and he took the other and holding both hands he looked her in the eyes. “Now, my slave, you will stand up and walk to the bathroom,” he instructed in his stern voice, what she now recognized as his dom voice.

“You will go into a stall and remove your panties and bra and put them in your purse. You will then sit down and start to masturbate. While you’re masturbating I want you to close your eyes and think of the times we have been together. Think of the ways my cock has been in your mouth, your pussy and your ass.

“I will leave you in there for a while because I want you to have an orgasm. You will keep on masturbating even if you do climax. You will also keep masturbating if others come into the bathroom but you’ll remain quiet so no one knows what you’re doing.

“When you hear your cell phone ring twice you’re to stop masturbating. Then put two fingers deep in your pussy and pull them out, stand up and immediately come back to the table and present your fingers to me.

“Do you have any questions, slave?”

“No,” she paused, “sir.”

“Then go.”

Jenni stood up and headed for the rest room. She felt different, she was on a sexual outing right there in the bar with all of these other people like extras in a movie. Entering the bathroom she did not look at a woman standing at the sink and headed directly into a stall. She followed the commands given her and quickly had her panties and bra stuffed in her purse.

Jenni sat down and began to masturbate. Shortly after she started someone else came into bathroom and sat in the stall next to her. She kept masturbating being careful not to make noise but she was relieved when the woman next to her finished quickly. She began to masturbate harder, her fingers concentrating on her clit. She closed her eyes and thought about the past few weeks.

She remembered the first night Charles fucked her, by far the best sex of her life up to then. She recalled being tied up by him and how he drove her crazy with desire. She felt how it was to hold him in her mouth and even how delicious it was to feel him come in her mouth. She thought of the spanking she had recently received and how Charles had taken her anally and how much she wanted to experience that again.

Those last thoughts of being fucked in the ass and how it made her orgasm twice pushed her over the edge and she started to climax but just then some women entered the bathroom, causing her to bite her arm to avoid making any noise while in the throes of her orgasm.

She remembered her instructions and kept masturbating until, after a couple more minutes, her phone rang twice. She stopped and immediately stuck two fingers deep in her pussy and pulled them out, stood up and walked out of the stall. There were two women at the wash basins who undoubtedly were surprised to see a pretty young woman looking a little disheveled come out of a stall, wobbling slightly and then immediately exit the bathroom.

As Jenni walked back to the table, she thought surely everyone must be looking at her. What might they be thinking? Could they tell she didn’t have a bra on? She felt almost high, in an altered state—all from having had an orgasm and from the whole heightened situation of being in public.

And then she saw Charles smiling at her and instantly she did not care about anyone else, and she felt more grounded and also happier. She was doing what he wanted and that made her feel very good and nothing else mattered. Proudly she thought,
I don’t care what anyone else is thinking, I am making my man, my master, happy
…and she was pretty damn happy too.

She sat down and stuck her two fingers out. Charles took them and rubbed her fingers over his lips. “Nice, so wet,” he said approvingly. “Did you climax, my slave?”

Jenni nodded. “Yes, sir, I did.”

“Excellent, and did you reflect on all that we’ve done over the past few weeks?”

“Yes I did,” she replied softly.

“So what are your thoughts?”

“That I’ve never been happier, that I’ve never been this sexually satisfied and that I want to experience much more,” she replied honestly.

“Well then, my darling Jenni, will you do me the honor of being my submissive?”

“Yes I will.”

“Yes I will, what?” Charles was smiling at her.

She smiled back, “Yes I will, Master.”

Chapter Thirteen

I really shouldn’t be driving
, Jenni thought as the car behind her laid on the horn. She was sitting at a stoplight which had turned green, lost in thought. She had not been drinking; in fact she was as sober as a person could be. It was just that she had a lot on her mind. She was driving to Charles’s apartment to spend the weekend with him. But it would not be like any weekend she had ever experienced. Jenni was going to spend the entire weekend as a sex slave.

It had been three days since Jenni had agreed to become Charles’s submissive, his sub as those in the lifestyle called it. After the very hot scene Charles created for her in the restaurant, and Jenni had agreed to submit to Charles, they had gone back to Charles’s apartment and made love.

The next morning they had discussed the next steps. Charles had given her a questionnaire to fill out and suggested they do the upcoming weekend in full dominant/submissive mode as a way to quickly immerse Jenni in the ways of her new lifestyle. Jenni had agreed and had not seen Charles since Wednesday morning, though they had talked on the phone every evening.

The questionnaire had been intimidating; it was 200 questions on all aspects of sex and kinky acts. Charles had told her there were many things on there he had no interest in, but he thought it would be good for her to see all the different aspects of BDSM that people were attracted to. As she drove to his place, all of those questions were on her mind.

Jenni pulled into the underground garage at Charles’s building and parked in the space he had arranged for her. Pulling out her overnight bag she took a deep breath and headed to the elevator. Of course Charles had directed her on what clothes to pack, though she was pretty sure she was going to be spending a fair amount of time naked, which she had to admit thrilled her.

“Hello, my beautiful slave.” Charles beamed as he welcomed Jenni into the apartment.

“Hello, my charming master,” Jenni responded, figuring she might as well start calling him master now. And it was probably a good thing she did, because Charles took her hand and immediately led her to the bedroom.

“You can use that drawer for your clothes and there is plenty of room in the closet,” Charles commanded. “Please put your clothes away and then prepare yourself to present to me—fix your hair, put on the red lipstick, thigh highs and your heels and nothing else and join me in the living room. Also do not disturb the blanket.” He pointed to a blanket covering something in the middle of the room. He turned and strode out of the room.

As she hung up her dress and began changing, Jenni felt like a kid going to school for the first time. She was nervous and excited and wasn’t sure what the experience was going to be like. So far she had loved everything she and Charles had done, but a whole weekend might be a different story. Her curiosity had been piqued by what was under the blanket but she was not about to tempt fate by peeking at it. She took another deep breath and headed out to the living room.

As she approached Charles she felt very exposed and also very aroused. Charles had seen her naked a number of times now, but that was always when they were both being sexual. Now she was walking in the room naked while he stood there in his gym shorts and a t-shirt. It clearly put him in a position of strength and power over her, and sent shivers up her spine.

“Come stand here,” Charles indicated a spot in front of him. He had moved the coffee table away from the sofa so there was a large area of the room available to use.

As she stood where commanded he stepped back and looked her over and then slowly walked around her, stopping again in front of her.

“No man has ever had a more beautiful or sexier submissive.” Charles was looking directly in her eyes. “I am truly honored and blessed.”

“Thank you, Master.” Jenni could feel her heart pound harder. This man made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world and she was amazed at how much she desperately wanted to please him.

Charles walked over to the dining table and came back carrying something in his hand. As he held it up Jenni saw it was a leather collar about an inch wide with red stitching along the outsides.

“This is your collar, no one else has ever worn this. From now on you must keep this with you at all times. When I put it on you, or direct you to put it on, then you will know that we are in ‘scene mode.’ Now lift your hair up.”

As Jenni lifted her hair, Charles placed the collar around her adjusting it so that it was snug but not too tight. “Is that comfortable?”

“Yes, Master, thank you.”

“Now two more points about this, the first is that if you’re coming over here to see me you may put your collar on before arriving to let me know you’re in the mood for a scene and you would like to serve me. Of course, as always, it will be up to me to decide if we do a scene and what that scene is. Is that all clear?” Charles asked.

“So I’m allowed to ask for a scene?”

“Of course, any time we’re not already in a scene you may ask that we play. You can even ask for a specific type of scene. But again, it will be at my will and pleasure if we do that scene, understood?” Charles was smiling broadly.

“Yes, sir, you’re the master.” Jenni smiled back.

“You’re right, little one.” He gave her a quick kiss and then a sharp slap on the ass.

“Yikes!” She exclaimed

“Also, if I tell you to put your collar on, but there is some reason you don’t feel in the right space to be submissive you must tell me immediately. I know you want to please me, but if you’re not feeling well or you’ve had a bad day and you do not tell me then the scene will probably not go well. I will be much, much more disappointed that you were not honest with me than if we don’t do a scene. Understood?”