A Taste of Submission (16 page)

She continued to her spot and then moved into her presentation position—kneeling with her knees spread as wide as she could; she sat back on her heels and lowered her head slightly.

“How did crawling make you feel?” he asked

Still looking down she answered, “I didn’t like it,” then added, “Master.”

“And that’s all, no other feelings?”

“No.” She felt defiant about the way she was being treated.

Charles knelt down quickly and brought two fingers to her pussy and slipped them in and pulled them out, wet with her pussy juice.

“I told you your pussy never lies. If you hated it so much why are you so wet?”

“I’m always wet for Master.” This was actually a true statement.

Charles laughed, “Very good try my little sub. Jenni, look up, look me in the eyes.”

She looked up and fixed on his gaze. He took a moment to lock their eyes, she knew she would have to be completely honest and this was not going in her direction.

“Jenni, did crawling make you feel more submissive?”

She looked directly at him, “Yes, sir, it did.”

“Did it in fact excite you some?”

She continued to look at him, pissed he could read her like this, “Yes, sir.”

“So you were not honest with me?”
Damn those hazel eyes fixed on me like he is peering into my soul.

She could not continue to meet his gaze and answer that question; she lowered her eyes and meekly responded, “No, I wasn’t honest with you.”

“Jenni, look at me.”

She looked up at him and fixed on his eyes again.

“Why were you not honest with me?”

“I did not like crawling, it felt almost humiliating and I thought you were not going to humiliate me.” She felt like this was a valid point even though a bit of an overstatement.

“Why didn’t you use your safe word? Did that even occur to you?”

“No, it didn’t.”

“So what you’re telling me is when I made you crawl it made you feel more submissive to me, it actually excited you, and at no time did you even think about using your safe word. Is that correct?”

Damn it this sucks. Why does he always have to be right?
She waited a minute before answering softly, “Yes, Master, that is correct.”

“So can we agree that making you crawl is not humiliating you but is, in fact, a way to make you more submissive to me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, now I want you to crawl into the living room and then turn around and crawl back and I want you to repeat aloud as you do ‘I will always be honest with Master.’ Do you have any questions or objections?”

Jenni knew she had lost and had no choice, “No, Master.” She turned and began to crawl back into the living room and repeated out loud she would always be honest with Master.

“Louder, slave!” Charles commanded and Jenni obeyed immediately.

As she crawled to the living room and back Jenni repeated the words and thought about the fact that she had not been honest with Charles and it made her feel bad. As she crawled into the bedroom she had her head down not wanting to look at Charles.

“Stop, slave,” he commanded. “Assume your kneeling obedience position.”

Jenni moved to remain on her knees with her head down and arms outstretched and palms down, curving her back to make her ass stick up as much as possible.

“Very good, slave. Remain in that position and I want you to think about why I had you crawl and your behavior,” Charles voice was softer but firm. He strode out of the room and left Jenni in her position.

Jenni reflected on all that had happened. She was conflicted, not wanting to believe she was wrong, but she finally had to admit to herself that making her crawl was a good way to increase her feelings of submissiveness. She had agreed to be trained and this was a good training method. She felt how strong and resolute Charles was and it impressed her and she realized how much she admired his strength. It was his strength that had first attracted her to him and it was a big reason she was so in love with him and wanted to serve him and to submit to him.

As she reflected on this she became aware of her knees. She had been in the kneeling position for a few minutes, and on top of the crawling, her knees were aching. She wondered if Charles was going to keep her in this position for a long time as punishment. She knew she deserved it and so was relieved when he reentered the room a couple of minutes later and sat on the edge of the bed again.

“Come sit beside me, Jenni.”

Gingerly getting up on her sore knees she went and sat next to him. He wrapped his arm around her, “So share your thoughts with me.”

Jenni thought for a moment, wanting to express herself clearly. “I realized I was wrong both in resenting you making me crawl and then in my not being honest with you how it made me feel. I feel bad I’m disappointing you and wish I could be a better submissive.”

Charles kissed the top of her head, “Thank you for your honesty and I’m glad you see things that way. You’re not disappointing me at all. Let’s both not forget this is your very first weekend of training. No one can be an expert at anything without some experience, right?” he looked at her warmly.

“That’s true, I guess, I just want to be perfect for you,” she sighed.

“Well, you’re perfect for me; you’re just not the perfect submissive yet. And besides if you were perfect I could never discipline you and I love disciplining you,” he laughed. “And you know how happy you are making me don’t you?” he asked sincerely.

“I think so.”

He pulled his arm away and turned Jenni to look at him, he looked her directly in the eyes, “Jenni, I’ve never been happier in my life than I am right now.”

Jenni could not help herself, she started to cry and could barely get out, “Me too, Charles, I love you so much.”

Charles took her in his arms and kissed her deep and long. She felt his tongue fill her mouth and swirl around her tongue. She hungrily kept him in her mouth wanting to taste him, wanting that deep connection, wanting him to feel how much she loved him and wanting to feel his love back.

After a couple of minutes they separated and Charles looked in her eyes again. Once again she felt how lost and powerless she was when those beautiful hazel eyes were fixed on her.

“I don’t want to push you too much. We can continue the scene I had planned or we can make love now and do the scene later, I would be very happy either way. This once I will allow you to choose, my darling little sub.”

Jenni knew Charles was being nice to her, that he could order her to do anything and she would comply. She also knew immediately what she wanted and without hesitation she got off the bed and dropped into her presentation position.

With her head lowered she said sincerely, “I would honestly love to continue our scene, and to serve my Master.”

Chapter Twenty

“Very good, slave. Let’s start over. You may walk back to the living room and then crawl in here,” Charles instructed. “Before you do that I want you to consider something you just said.”

Jenni looked at Charles waiting to hear what he had to say.

“You said you wanted to serve me. So whenever you have a task to do, especially one you may not like very much, what might help is to turn it into service by concentrating on how you serving me is something we both want.”

“Yes, sir, I understand.”
Harder to do than say, but I need to try harder.

“And here is a trick: if you can bring your sexuality or sensuality into play, you will make it easier and enhance the experience for you and me both. For example, when crawling, if you thought of yourself as a sexy animal, the sensuality would transfer and make me want you even more by the way you crawl,”

Jenni nodded. “I had not thought of that.”

“Do you remember when we discussed building the energy, the two poles of energy?”

“Yes, sir, you’re the active energy pole, the yang and I’m the receptive energy pole, the yin and we build energy between us by taking those positions as far as we can.”

“Very good, my slave, so if you crawl in here all sexy and receptive then it makes me feel more powerful and more active and it builds the power between us. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, Master, it does.”

“Good. Now let’s get started,” he said and he gave Jenni a love spank as she headed out of the room.

Jenni headed back to the living room and stood for a moment reflecting on everything that had just transpired. She took a deep breath and lowered herself to all fours. As she began to crawl she imagined herself as a cat and she tried to move as sensually as possible. She rounded the corner and began to move down the hallway, swaying her hips, moving slowly and she looked up to see Charles smiling at her.

She licked her lips slowly and was rewarded with his smile getting much bigger. Damn, that is my power, she realized.
The more I turn him on the more power I can create. And the more I submit to him, the more I turn him on
. She felt like a light bulb had gone on and she had a much better understanding of the power exchange in dominance and submission, and of how the sub does have her own source of power.

She crawled into the room swaying her hips and looking at Master wanting him to see in her eyes how much she wanted him to use her any way he wanted. She crawled over to his feet and assumed her presentation position. Charles leaned down and did the fingers test on her pussy.

“I think you’re even wetter now than you were before.”

“I am, Master, I was very excited crawling for you, I look forward to crawling for you often now,” Jenni said sincerely.

“Excellent, I love what a fast learner you are in the ways of submission. Now get up on the bed on your back,” he instructed.

Jenni did as commanded as Charles went to the closet and brought out the cuffs and chains to secure Jenni to the bed. She stretched out and moved her arms and legs to be in position for him. Charles secured her wrists and ankles, pulling them as taut as possible leaving her in a spread eagle position and unable to move very much.

Charles ran his hand over her body, caressing her breasts and mound before getting up to pick up some objects. He sat on the edge of the bed again.

“Yesterday you were introduced to the wooden paddle, today you shall meet the crop and then tomorrow you will taste Master’s whip. Going forward, you can expect to experience one or more of those almost every time we do a scene together, along with my hand of course.”

“Yes, sir.” Jenni could not get her mind off the word whip, but before she could say anything her attention was drawn to the riding crop Charles was holding.

“This is my favorite toy,” Charles said smiling. “It is very versatile.” He traced the leather head, which was about three inches long and an inch and a half wide, over Jenni’s body.

“You see it can feel very sensual to trace it over you or to lightly use it to hit you.” He stood up and began to lightly hit her with the crop. Just tapping her all over, then light taps on her nipples, working down and even doing light taps on her pussy, which startled Jenni.

“And of course it can be used to bring more sensation to your lovely body.” Now Charles flicked his wrist more so the crop lashed out and back quickly, striking her skin sharply and causing her to squirm.

He began to apply quick hits all over her body, avoiding her breasts and pussy at first. After he had warmed her up he started to increase the force of his blows. As Jenni lay there she closed her eyes and felt the blows striking her sensitive skin. The first wave of light blows woke up her skin, made her feel tingly all over. Then as the harder blows began to hit she felt the familiar small bolts of electricity race through her.

The moderate blows gave way to harder, sharper blows. The blows stung, but before her attention could lock on a blow, another would land on a different part of her body and her attention would shift to that part of her. After a while she could no longer distinguish individual blows but only felt the waves of sensation being generated all over her body.

After a few minutes of the crop hitting everywhere she then felt the blows begin to land on her breasts. The leather crop danced around her breast, alternating from soft to hard but avoiding the nipples.

The blows were now making Jenni squirm as she felt the pleasure that comes when the endorphins kick in. She wanted to feel more, to take harder blows, to be hit harder. Almost on cue, an extra strong blow landed on the soft underside of her breast causing her to moan loudly. It was followed by two more quick hard blows in the same area. The blows were repeated on the other breast.

Her state was interrupted by Charles asking her, “How are you doing, my slave?”

She did not want to speak but managed to get out, “Good, Master. More please.”

She heard Charles chuckle, “That’s my girl.” And she was rewarded by more sharp blows landing on her now very sensitive skin.

Next he concentrated on her nipples; first light blows and then harder and finally fast and hard—punishing her nipples until she was thrashing back and forth on the bed. Each blow made her jump as if she’d been hit with another powerful current of energy but as soon as the blows stopped she craved more.

Charles finally stopped striking her with the crop and laid it down. He picked up the nipple clamps and placed a small clamp on each nipple—at first it hurt intensely and Jenni cried out as she felt the clamps grab her tender points. But she was surprised that after only a minute or so she had adjusted and it really did not hurt much, it was kind of just a dull pain.

He then picked the crop up and began to use it on her breasts again and then he was again hitting her nipples with the clamps on them, each blow adding to the intensity of her feelings until, just as she felt like she could not take any more, the blows stopped.

Charles left the clamps in place on her now throbbing nipples and turned his attention to her pussy, using the same process, light blows at first and then harder hits and finally stinging blows landed on her wet sex again and again until she was again squirming on the bed.