A Taste of Submission (8 page)

Jenni pondered those last comments. “So you have played at public parties, with submissives you didn’t know?”

“Not often, but yes, I’ve gone to parties when I didn’t have a submissive partner and played with others.”

Jenni contemplated asking more about public parties but decided to wait on that too as she had another more pressing question. “So what is all the fuss about who is a ‘slave?’ I saw online chats where people got really angry about that.”

Charles let out a sigh, “Yeah, it’s amazing how much energy people put into questions like that, and a lot of them are online people who have never even done BDSM in real life.”

“So not all submissives are slaves?”

“No, many are not what would be defined as slaves, just submissives. There is a document circulating in the BDSM world which outlines the ‘levels of submission’ and it goes from occasional bedroom BDSM play all the way to a full time live-in slave who is told what to do at all times. There are some people who feel only someone in that last category can be called a slave.”

“So if someone was a slave they would be kept a prisoner?” Jenni did not like the sound of ‘full time live-in slave’ she knew that would never be her.

“Not really, that person would have voluntarily given themselves to be in service full time. However, I think that type of slave is mostly a myth. I know some people try it, but to me it seems to be so much work. As the dom you would have to take care of the person who was the slave for twenty-four hours a day. Tell them everything they have to do all day long, buy their clothes for them, tell them what and when to eat, etc.”

“It doesn’t sound like much fun for either,” Jenni opined.

“I tend to agree but I also try to refrain from judging others. There are many people who would think what we did on Friday night was perverted,” Charles said with a small chuckle.

“Well, I’m pretty convinced you’re a big pervert,” Jenni replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, and you’re taking to it like a duck to water.” Charles grinned and continued, “The overwhelming majority of men and women, who practice BDSM would fall into what would be called one of the lower levels of submission. Like I mentioned before, those levels go from only doing scenes occasionally and only in the bedroom all the way to having BDSM be a very big part of your everyday life.” Jenni wondered where Charles wanted to be on that spectrum. “And in all those cases most of the doms I know like to call their submissives ‘slave’ because it’s a fun part of the play.”

“And the submissives would call their dom—‘master?’” Jenni inquired.

“Generally speaking yes, though some subs call their dom ‘sir’ instead, and many use both terms. Basically using the terms master and slave is fun shorthand, it reminds you that you have a different relationship from what we call ‘vanilla.’”

“I had questions about that too, the term vanilla,” Jenni said as they pulled into the winery parking lot.

Charles leaned over and gave Jenni a peck on the cheek, “We can continue our discussion on the way home, my sweet. Let’s go enjoy some wine.”

“Sounds good,” Jenni responded cheerfully but her head was filled with even more questions, the biggest being what did Charles want from her and now what did she want from him? Was she a submissive? Could she actually call someone ‘master?’

The winery had set up a large tent to house the special event. Charles went up to the registration table to give his information and came back with two wine glasses. As they strolled into the tent Jenni saw several wine pouring stations had been set up along with a long buffet of food. The food and wine was free for the wine club members because the winery knew these were the people most likely to buy more of their wine.

Jenni noticed a small group waving at Charles, and he waved back and took her hand to head over to them. There were two couples; one looked to be in their mid thirties and the other couple was probably in their mid to late forties.

The older gentleman shook Charles’s hand. “I told the others I knew we would see you—no way would Charles pass up such a decadent affair!”

“You got that right,” Charles answered with a laugh. “Jack this is my girlfriend, Jenni. Jenni, this is Jack and his wife Elizabeth, and that’s Dan and his girlfriend Amanda.”

Jenni had to bite her lip to stop from making a noise because Charles had called her his girlfriend; she realized she loved hearing those words. As Jenni shook hands with everyone, Charles explained he had worked with Elizabeth and Dan at a prior company and they all loved wine so they had joined the wine club together several years ago.

While Charles was filling her in on their background Jenni noticed Elizabeth definitely giving her the once over. When Charles was talking with Dan she slid over next to Jenni.

“You must be something special to snare Charles, he has been on the loose for a long time,” Elizabeth said with a definite edge to her voice.

“Just lucky I guess.” Jenni smiled sweetly thinking,
envious much
?

She followed Charles over to one of the wine stations. “How about some Zinfandel, baby?”

“Sure,” she responded holding her glass out to the server who poured a good size tasting of the berry flavored red wine.

“So girlfriend, huh?” she looked at him with a sweet smile.

“Yeah, it kind of surprised me too. I opened my mouth to introduce you and that’s what popped out.” He looked her directly in the eyes. “But it’s the way I feel. Do you object?”

Looking back at him just as directly, she responded, “Not at all… I feel the same and it made me very happy when you introduced me as your girlfriend.” She set her wine glass down and reached her hands up to pull his face down to hers and gave him a deep kiss, her lips lingering on his sexy mouth. “Which makes you my boyfriend,” she whispered.

They wandered around the tent, trying a number of very good, if very young wines. The food was typical for Sonoma valley, fresh, locally sourced, and delicious.

There was a small jazz trio playing in one corner of the tent, lending a wonderful ambience. The weather was beautiful and it was one of those days in the wine country that made Jenni really happy to live in Northern California.

After they had been there a while there was a call for anyone who wanted to go on a tour of the winery. Charles decided he wanted to do the tour so off they went. They toured the wine making facilities and then headed over to a tour of the wine caves. The winery had built the cave into the side of a hill and it was dark and cool with rows and rows of wooden oak barrels of varying sizes.

Charles kept his pace slower and slower so eventually he and Jenni ended up at the back of the tour group and then, as the group rounded a corner, he grabbed Jenni’s hand and pulled her down a row of barrels. He went down one row and then turned down another so they were well away from the normal path. With a mischievous smile, he pulled her to him.

“I should have guessed you would have something dirty on your mind,” she giggled.

“You inspire me to new heights of dirtiness.” He winked.

He pulled her closer and they spent a couple of minutes kissing passionately. Then his hand went up under her skirt to stroke her pussy, which was already wet and ready. He moved up and down, stroking her labia and her clit. “We’ll have to make this a quickie before we’re missed from the tour.”

He turned Jenni around. “Bend over and prop your hands on that barrel.”

Jenni’s eyes widened but she did as she was told. Charles pulled her skirt up. “Spread your legs more.” She felt his fingers grazing her pussy and could feel she was already wet. She seemed to always be wet for him. She heard his zipper coming down and immediately felt the head of his cock pushing inside her; she pushed back so his hardness could slide in. Once again she was thrilled by how perfectly his cock filled her pussy; it was like they were made for each other.

Bent over, her legs spread; she met Charles thrust for thrust, his cock pounding her pussy. She loved being fucked like this, in public; the danger of being caught, how he took her hard and fast, and how good his cock felt. She felt his hands slide up under her blouse and grab her breasts. He squeezed them roughly as his thrusts got harder and harder. He then reached his hand down and his finger found her clit.

“Yes… fuck me hard, baby… fuck me rough…” she moaned.

His fingers worked her clit perfectly and within a couple of minutes she had a lovely little orgasm. Charles started moving faster and faster, and she knew she was going to get a sweet load of her boyfriend’s seed, and it made her excited.

Another minute later she heard Charles grunt quietly as he shot his seed deep into her pussy. She continued to push back into him until he was done and his cock slipped out. Without thinking, she bent down to clean off his cock with her mouth and he moaned in pleasure.

He pulled her up and kissed her, his tongue lingering in her mouth. “Thanks baby, that was awesome. We better get back to the tour, before we’re missed.”

They rejoined the group to finish the tour and then headed back to the tent. They saw Charles’s friends and made their way over to them.

“So how was the tour?” Dan asked.

“Very informative,” Jenni answered, stifling a giggle. At that very moment Jenni felt Charles’s cum leaking out of her pussy and down her thigh. Before being with Charles she would have excused herself and gone to the bathroom to clean up. Now she was almost hoping Elizabeth would see it; she wanted everyone to know Charles had just fucked her and how happy she was.

Jenni and Charles spent some more time nibbling food and tasting wine and were getting ready to go, when Dan came up to Charles.

“Hey Charles, can we hitch a ride with you guys back to the City? Jack and Elizabeth have decided they want to do more wine tasting and then have dinner in Sonoma, but we already have plans for this evening.”

“Sure, Dan, no problem,” Charles answered, shooting Jenni a glance which told her he wasn’t happy either but had no choice.

While Jenni chatted cheerfully with Dan and Amanda on the way home, on the inside she was bummed. She had wanted to talk more with Charles about BDSM and about their relationship. She also wanted him to play with her pussy, maybe he would have had her masturbate for him like she had done Friday night.

She knew of course they could do none of that with Dan and Amanda in the back seat. She realized if they had a couple in the back seat that were in the BDSM community then they could have discussed anything, and Charles might even have been able to play with her.

All of the sudden she realized exactly what vanilla meant. The couple in the back seat was a vanilla couple and she and Charles were not. Jenni smiled to herself, content for the moment with her new discovery.

Chapter Eleven

After they dropped Dan and Amanda off, Charles and Jenni headed back to Charles’s apartment. Jenni wondered if Charles would ever see her apartment. Not that she was complaining, she loved his place and so far all of her experiences there had been wonderful and exciting.

He opened a bottle of wine for them, an older vintage from the same winery they had just visited. They sat comfortably on the sofa sipping it when Jenni turned to Charles.

“Can I ask you more about what we were talking about on the way up to the winery?”

“You know you can always ask me anything. And I promise we will have a very long and thorough discussion about anything you want to know. But right now I think doing is better than talking. I’m really horny for you baby, are you up for another new adventure?”

Jenni’s heart started beating faster but now she had no fear, only excitement. “Of course, I love our adventures,” she said with a warm smile.

“Good. I would like to give you an erotic spanking.”

“Okay, I was not expecting that!”

“That’s what makes it an adventure.” Charles laughed. He left the room for a moment and returned carrying a small plastic bottle. He set it down next to him on the sofa.

“Now do you remember your safe word from the other night?”

“Yes, sir, it’s purple.” She surprised herself when she called him sir but it felt right and she saw a smile cross his face.

“Now, in reference to our earlier conversation, I know we have been drinking but I feel pretty sober, I was fine driving home and there isn’t really any damage you can do spanking someone’s ass with your hand. Are you comfortable going ahead even though we have been drinking?”

“Yes, I feel fine.”

“Very good,” he approved. “Now stand up and remove your clothes.”

Jenni did as commanded and stood in front of Charles. He took her arm, pulling her down and over his lap. Charles ran his hand over her lovely round and tight ass, caressing it. This was definitely going to be a new experience for her.

“You have such a great ass, Jenni. It is firm but round, and not too big—it’s really amazing. Like your tits, for me it’s just perfect.”

Then he gave her ass cheek a small spank. It did not hurt, didn’t even sting, it felt more like a love spank. Charles delivered a few more spanks to each side and Jenni was wondering if this was what spanking was all about.

This isn’t too bad
. Then she felt a sharper blow; this one was on the verge of stinging and soon the spanks were coming harder and a bit faster. Jenni couldn’t help but squirm just a little.

After a couple more minutes the blows became harder still but slowed down. Now she could feel a definite sting when his hand made contact, but it only stung for a second, and then her ass felt warm. Then a few seconds later another blow would strike.

The sound of his hand hitting her ass now sounded quite loud, and she was surprised, because it sounded like he was hitting her hard, but it did not feel hard, it actually felt kind of good, it was a warm tingly sensation and seemed to be growing. Charles paused for a moment and rubbed her ass, spreading the warmth from where he was spanking all around her butt. He then slid his fingers down to her pussy.

“Time to see how you’re responding.” He brought the fingers out and wiped them on her rear and she could feel the wetness from her juices on her ass cheek. “Ahhh…seems like someone is pretty excited.”