Forced Submission (5 page)

So you wait. You bide your time. You submit to his crazy
demands and try to stay out of trouble. You pretend to go along. And then, when
his guard is down, you make your move. Find car keys if you can, but if not,
just get out. Get out of this madman’s grip and run! Focus on the escape. Once
you’re free, then you can call the cops and get this maniac arrested.

Mia felt a little better, now that she had at least the
outline of a plan. She shifted in the cage, turning her body so she had a
better view of the closet door. It wasn’t long before the knob turned and the
door was pulled open. Mia tensed but remained quiet, reminding herself to speak
only when spoken to.
And call him Sir. Call the fucking bastard Sir.

“Mia.”

She could see his feet and legs, which were bare now. They
were muscular and tan, covered with the same tawny-gold hair as on his arms.

“Yes, Sir?” she ventured. She sounded like a frog, and she
cleared her throat.

Thirsty. So thirsty.

“Are you ready to come out and try again?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He knelt in front of the cage, his handsome face coming into
view as he reached for the padlock and slipped a small key into it. He pulled
open the door and scooted back, standing. “Come on out. Stay on your hands and
knees.”

Mia lifted her body, which was stiff and aching from her
confinement. She crawled out of the cage and stopped at his feet, her head
down, waiting. She felt dizzy and thirsty. So thirsty.

“Follow me.” Ellis walked out of the closet and Mia crawled
after him on her hands and knees, hating him. He walked past the bed and into
the living area of the large bedroom. He sat down in the center of the sofa.
She saw now he was wearing white shorts. His torso was bare. His chest was
muscular and smooth, save for a V of dark gold curls at his sternum that
tapered down to his flat belly.

He patted the sofa. “Get up here and lay yourself across my
lap. Before we do anything else, I’m going to punish you. You need a good, hard
spanking to get you in the right mindset. Then we’ll talk about the rules.”

Thirsty. So thirsty.

Mia thought about asking for permission to speak so she
could beg for some water, but didn’t quite dare. He wasn’t going to let her
die, surely. He would have to feed her eventually.

His words finally penetrated
the fog of her thirst. A
spanking? No fucking way!

He was staring intently at her, his deep brown eyes ringed
with a thick fringe of golden lashes, as if daring her to refuse.

Remember the plan. Pretend to go along. Bide your time.

Anyway, how bad could a spanking be? It wasn’t like a whip
or paddle, which had to be horribly painful! It was just a hand. She could
tolerate it. She could get through it. And then maybe he’d give her some water.

Taking a deep breath, she hoisted herself up over the man’s
hard thighs, feeling awkward and embarrassed and, most of all, afraid. She
jumped when she felt his large hands moving over her ass. He began to lightly
pinch and knead the flesh with one hand, while slipping the other between her
legs. He had wet his fingers as before, and he slipped the tip of one into her
entrance and then drew it along her labia, lightly stroking her clit.
Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs, but he barked, “Keep your legs
spread. No matter what, never, ever close your legs to me.”

To make his point, he smacked her spread pussy with a cupped
palm and Mia squealed and very nearly closed her legs again, though she caught
herself in time.
You can do this. Just obey and get through it.

He began to rub and stroke her sex again, and in spite of
herself, she couldn’t deny the warm, welcoming sensations he was causing with
his hand. She felt herself relax, if just a little, and she turned her head so
her cheek was resting on the sofa. She could feel his erection hard beneath her
body.

The first smack on her ass caught her by surprise, coming
down hard against her left cheek. She gasped at the unexpected force of the
blow, her skin smarting from the sting. A series of blows followed, each harder
than the last. In spite of her promise to herself to cooperate, Mia began to
squirm and twitch, tensing as Ellis’ hard hand crashed again and again against
her tender bottom.

The pain began to build, and her ass felt like it was on
fire. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Without quite
realizing what she was doing, Mia reached back, desperate to cover her
blistered bottom, unable to endure one more blow.

Ellis slapped at her hands until she moved them. He grabbed
her wrists in a tight grip and yanked her arms over her head, pressing them
hard into the sofa, continuing all the while to smack her with his other hand.

On and on he spanked her, hitting one cheek and then the
other, and then her thighs, and then back to her ass, until she felt as if she
were dissolving into a puddle of pure, raw pain.

Finally, exhausted and defeated, her body went limp, her
hands uncurling from the fists into which they had been balled, her mouth
hanging open and slack. The spanking continued, but had somehow become more
bearable, the skin perhaps numbed by the repeated blows, or maybe her mind was
just too exhausted to process what was happening anymore.

Eventually the spanking stopped. Mia felt herself being
flipped over and then cradled into Ellis’ strong arms, her cheek pressed
against his bare chest. He smelled nice, like lemon oil and cedar. It felt good
to be held in his arms and she just lay there, too spent to move.

Her captor leaned forward and kissed her forehead. His voice
was a low, soothing murmur in her ear. “Are you going to behave better now,
Mia? Have you learned your first lesson in obedience?”

A direct question. Focus. Answer him.

“Yes, Sir.”

He stood with Mia still in his arms. Turning, he set her
gently on the sofa and then reached for a bottle of water from the end table
beside it. All at once Mia’s thirst flared, scorching her tongue and parching
her throat. She stared longingly at the bottle and then looked at the man who
was holding it just out of her reach.

“Thirsty?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, her mouth dry as sawdust.

Still holding the bottle, he pointed to his bare feet. “Next
rule. You must always thank me for your punishment. Get down on the ground and kiss
my feet to show your thanks.” Mia couldn’t tear her eyes away from the bottle
of clear, lovely water. Kiss his feet? She could do that, if it meant he would
give her some of that water.

She rolled from the sofa to the carpet and crouched in front
of Ellis. She bent forward and licked her dry lips. Dipping her head, she
touched the top of his foot with her lips. She did it again, and again, not
sure when to stop, or if she was expected to speak her thanks.

Finally, she dared between kisses, “Thank you, Sir.”

She felt a tap on her shoulder then, and she lifted her
head. Ellis was holding the bottle, its cap now removed. She reached for it but
he shook his head. “No hands. Put them behind your back and open your mouth.”

Mia obeyed, her fingers twisting nervously behind her as she
waited for the water. Crouching in front of her, Ellis tipped the bottle slowly
and let it splash into her open mouth. Mia sputtered a little and then
swallowed. She opened her mouth again, and he poured more of the heavenly liquid
onto her tongue.

Nothing had ever tasted as sweet.

“Thank you, Sir,” she breathed. And this time, she meant it.

Chapter 4

“Stand up and model this for me.” Ellis selected a black,
frilly apron, not much bigger than a baby’s bib, from the armoire and held it
out for Mia to see.  “You’ll wear this daily while doing your chores.”

Mia scrambled ungracefully to her feet. Ellis made a mental
note to work on grace and movement during her training exercises. She took the
apron, staring down at it with a frown. “Hurry up, put it on,” Ellis said,
annoyed at her hesitation. Casting him a frightened look, Mia hastily tied the
sash in place around her waist.

Crouching in front of her, Ellis secured a leather cuff
around each ankle and attached a hobble chain between them. He stood and
stepped back to admire his handiwork, his cock rising as he took in the erotic
sight.

She had nice breasts, high and round with rosy pink nipples
like pencil erasers, perfect for piercing. She had definite potential as a real
beauty, once he worked the extra weight off her. “Turn around. I want to see
how you look from the back.”

Color flooded Mia’s cheeks but she did as she was told. Her
ass was still a nice cherry red, a few spots already darkening to purple. She
would have a few bruises from her virgin spanking. He would toughen her up with
daily spankings and paddling. The thought made his cock and balls ache with
need. He would have to fuck her soon, even if only up the ass.

Gripping the back of her neck, Ellis forced Mia toward the
heap of soiled bedding on the floor that he’d stripped from her mattress after
he’d locked her in the punishment cage. His hand still on her neck, he pushed
her down to her knees. Crouching beside her, he pushed the back of her head
down until her nose was touching the wet sheets.

“Bad girl,” he said, holding her down as she whimpered.
“Next time you do that, you’ll sleep in your own filth.”

After several beats, he let go of her head and allowed her
to lift her head. Her face was flushed, her eyes wild. With a cold smile, he
continued, “Part of your daily chores will be to make the beds, change the
sheets as necessary, and keep the bathrooms and kitchen spotless. We’ll go over
all that later. How well you do your chores will impact when or even if you’ll
be permitted to eat that day. I’ll conduct daily inspections of your work and
make my decision at that time. Are we clear so far, Mia?”

“Yes, Sir,” the girl said faintly, the color draining from
her face.

She was, no doubt, very hungry at the moment, but it
wouldn’t hurt her to fast a while longer. Maybe she’d actually burn a few
calories, which was all to the good. Turning back to the armoire, Ellis reached
for the choke collar and leash. He held them up so she could see. Predictably,
her eyes widened, her hands coming to her mouth. “Lift your hair,” Ellis
ordered, “and bend your head forward so I can put the choke collar on you.”

Mia bit her lip, shaking her head slightly. Ellis glared at
her and took a step forward. With a small cry of fear, she lifted her dark,
wavy hair and lowered her head.

He would soon beat that resistance out of her. She was
obeying out of fear at this point. He would train her to obey because of a deep
and burning desire to please him in all things, no matter the cost to herself.
She would serve him with utter devotion, no trace of dissent or resistance
left. Her world would consist of serving him, her Master. She would live for
him. She would be willing to die for him. The thought of claiming and molding
this young woman into his ideal submissive woman filled him with a dark, fierce
thrill that heated his blood and hardened his cock.

He slipped the cold links of the metal choke collar over her
head and drew the chain tight. Instinctively Mia lifted her hands to the
collar. “Hands at your sides!” Ellis snapped, pleased when she at once dropped
her hands. “Never,
ever
touch something I’ve put on you, do you hear me?
I don’t care if it’s too tight or it hurts or it scares you—you do not make
these decisions any longer.”

Reaching for the O ring at the end of the collar, he
attached the leash and gave it a jerk. Mia stumbled forward with a gasp, her
face reddening as the choke collar tightened against her throat. Ellis narrowed
his eyes, silently daring her to touch the collar again. Though tears came to
her eyes, Mia kept her hands at her sides. Satisfied, Ellis released the
tension on the collar. He turned toward the door, giving the leash another tug.
“Come,” he said brusquely.

He led her from the room into the master bedroom, which was
easily twice the size of hers. “This is my room. I like the bedding changed at
least once a week, more if necessary. The linen closet is in the hall.” He let
her look around the room, taking in the king size bed with the brass headboard,
cuffs and chains already secured to the bars. He noted the sudden, sharp intake
of breath when she saw the large animal cage on the floor beside it.

“That’s right,” he said, as if she’d spoken aloud. “You’ll
be spending a lot of time in that cage, Mia. The closet cage is for
punishments, but this one is for when I want you near me, but you haven’t
earned the right to be in my bed.”

Please, don’t put me back in a cage—”

Ellis cut her off with a sharp slap to her face. “Don’t you
dare
tell me what to do or not do! You have no say in the matter. None. I do what
pleases me. In time, that will be enough for you. To please me will be all you
crave and all you need, do you understand?”

He could see by her dazed, stupid expression that she had no
idea what he was saying. He slapped her again. “Answer the question.”

“No, I mean, yes! I—I don’t know, Sir!” Her chin was
trembling, tears brimming in her eyes.

Ellis relented a little. “Okay. It’s okay not to know. You
don’t have to know at this point. All you have to do is obey.” He gave her
choke collar a hard jerk to emphasize his point. “Do you understand
that
?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, her face reddening.

Ellis released his hold on the collar and turned, giving her
leash a tug. He led her through the room into the marbled master bathroom, with
its large walk-in shower and deep Jacuzzi tub. “When I shower,” he informed
her, “you will wait outside the stall on your knees, a towel at the ready.”