From Seduction to Submission (30 page)

“Thank you my slaves, and thank you
, Clair. I cannot think of a nicer way to spend a Saturday morning. Now, when Marc and Natalie have prepared lunch, we shall all dine together. I would like to eat at 12:30 pm.”

Marc and Natalie retired to the kitchen with Marc noting they had a little over an hour to prepare lunch. As they were working and chatting about the morning’s activities, Natalie said, “I cannot believe how much pleasure I got out of doing that pedicure this morning. I would not have believed that being at someone’s feet, especially another
woman, to be locked in a chastity belt… humiliated in front of others… teased and frustrated, could feel so right. It’s weird.”

Marc laughed. “Now you are gaining a better understanding of my whole life with her. Maybe this will be your whole life with Sir James.”

Natalie thought about that and wondered what was going to transpire when she saw him again.

When lunch was over, Lady Jo-Anne said, “Clair, will you help Marc clean up please? I wish to have time alone with slave Natalie.”

When they had cleared the table and retired to the kitchen, Lady Jo-Anne told Natalie to stand and approach her. Natalie complied nervously hoping that somehow her Mistress would give her some relief. Lady Jo-Anne remained seated and as she reached out to unlock the chastity belt. Natalie could feel the rush of excitement that accompanied this sort of action as she wondered what was going to follow.

“Spread your legs, slave.”

She experienced another shot of excitement as she obeyed, exposing herself in front of her Mistress. Lady Jo-Anne gently twisted it and drew it back through Natalie’s legs. She looked at the device before looking up at Natalie and said, “It has an amazing effect, doesn’t it.” Not waiting for an answer, she continued, “Natalie, you are now free. This introduction to slavery is now complete.”

She immediately thrust her hand between Natalie’s legs, slipping two fingers easily into her now dripping pussy. She hooked the fingers up to feel the spongy mass of her G-spot and Natalie gasped. “But still you shall leave here frustrated.” She withdrew her fingers, holding them up and watching them glisten in the daylight before standing up and gently inserting them into Natalie’s mouth.
“You know what to do, Natalie.”

Natalie looked into Jo-Anne’s eyes sucking them and licking them as directed by her friend. “Good girl, Natalie,” she said as she withdrew her fingers and gently rubbed them down Natalie’s cheek. Jo-Anne then produced a beautiful pair of satin and lace panties and handed them to Natalie. “Put these on and sit down as there is a bit we need to discuss before you go home.”

Natalie looked somewhat crestfallen. Whilst she had not expected to be kept overnight in the first place, now she had not expected to be released so early. Her feelings confused her and as she stepped back and took her seat, she asked herself, what the hell is happening to me here? She resisted the urge to put her hand between her legs, to prove to herself that she had the freedom to touch herself once again. She also knew that touching herself at the moment would be quite dangerous as she was likely to spontaneously combust - such was the level of pent up excitement just waiting for a trigger.

“Lady… Jo, I don’t quite know what to say. Thank you very much for allowing me to have this experience. It has been one of the most amazing periods of my life and it has certainly given me a lot to think about. In fact, if things don’t work out with Sir James, I could see myself coming back here if you would have me.”

“Natalie, I can see that you got a lot out of it and I would have you back here in a heartbeat. One of the reasons I have released you now is because I was concerned that if I kept you for another night, I would not be able to get rid of you.” Jo-Anne laughed at her own joke. “You need to understand that what I did with you was only a small selection of the sorts of things you may be exposed to as a slave. I tried to make some of them a little extreme, noting the short time we had available, but I wanted to give you the experience of being in company with others. Having all of your rights taken from you... to experience objectification… humiliation… confinement… helplessness… all the sorts of things you may experience as someone’s slave are things not easily replicated in a vanilla scene.”

“Jo, I have to say that virtually everything you did to me
, and with me, excited me more than I ever could have imagined. I don’t know why and I don’t know how much to question it, but I just felt that I had to serve you in every way that I could. Even when you put me to bed, every layer of restriction you applied only served to make me even more excited and even more submissive… more slave like. What’s with that? I’m sure Sir James will replicate that, regardless of what sort of position I hold when he finally puts it to me.”

Jo-Anne looked her in the eye. “Trust me when I tell you that your life with Sir James is likely to be every bit as exciting, if not more so if the stories I have heard about him are true. One of the biggest dangers of relationships like this is that they can easily deteriorate into abuse, quite often without either party even realizing it. You are lucky that he has been around sufficiently that he will not abuse you – at least no more than you beg him to.” She chuckled again. “I have a sneaking suspicion that you might be begging him quite frequently.”

Natalie thought back to her early experience with him when he refused to fuck her until she begged him and again with her recent Greek adventure.

“Yes, I have had that experience already,” she replied wistfully.

“I tried to give you the widest range of slave like experiences as I could in the very brief period we had available. Your experience with him may be markedly different although I am sure that many of the same ideas will be followed to a greater or lesser degree. Depending on what he asks of you or offers you, there is no compulsion to become a slave per se. Between the two of you, you will need to find a place that is comfortable for you both. I think that in your case, whilst you may think differently at the moment, complete slavery will not be your thing. You will certainly want to be his submissive and his slave at times, maybe as negotiated from time to time. You don’t have to be hard over one way or the other.”

“I know I can be a little hot tempered at times and quite assertive but I just love the total exchange of power that I have experienced with him, and now with you. It’s somehow like it is empowering to have all of one’s power removed. Does that make any sense at all?” Natalie asked.

“It makes perfect sense. I see it every day with both Marc and at times with Clair, and I find it a beautiful thing to behold. I have also been on the other side of the fence and submitted to others. Most of us do from time to time. I like to think that it keeps us balanced.”

“Do you think Sir James does? Natalie thought quickly about what she just said, following it quickly with, “No. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

Jo-Anne laughed. “Not that he would ever tell you, I’m sure.”

As if by magic, Marc appeared with Natalie’s clothes, standing beside her, he held them out for her to don. She took the hint, removing her corset before putting the clothes on.

“Thank you for being here, Natalie. We look forward to hearing how you go when you see Sir James once again,” Jo-Anne said.

Clair appeared and Natalie bade them all farewell, thanking each one in turn, with Clair giving her a smile and knowing wink. Natalie climbed into her car, turning on her phone as she did so. She was not surprised to see a range of messages waiting for her but the two that grabbed her full attention were from Sir James. The first one read
:
I have returned from my trip early. I will be in touch.
She saw that it had arrived the previous night when she was securely locked away in Lady Jo-Anne’s cage. The second one that had arrived this morning at 8:30 am read:
I would like to see you on Monday night. I hope you have been considering your future. Be here at 7pm please.

Natalie re-read the second message, her mind in turmoil as the reality of making this decision sunk in. There was that arrogance of expectation –
Be here by 7pm!
But then he softened it with “
Please
”. What is it about that mix of arrogance and manners that turns her on so much, she wondered to herself? Realizing she was squirming in her seat she thought, if he turned up here right now, she didn’t think she would be able to resist anything he suggested… or ordered. Oh my God! What has he turned her into?

She didn’t know what he had done, or more to the point what she had done to herself but she realized she had never been so happy in her life. If someone had told
her a month ago that she would have fallen head over heels for an arrogant, leather clad prick, who would take great delight in tying her down and then getting her to beg him to fuck her, she would have told them they were certifiable.

The drive home was uneventful although Natalie was so bound up in her thoughts of recent experiences and Sir James
, that the trip was really a blur. Going inside, she was suddenly overcome with a level of tiredness that surprised her. As she sat back on her bed and thought about what she had gone through over the past couple of days and the type of sleep she had while she was locked away in the cage, it didn’t really surprise her. She lay down and dozed off to thoughts of Sir James and Lady Jo-Anne filtering through her mind.

She was awoken by the sound of a text message arriving. She fumbled with her phone before seeing the message appear on the screen. It read
:
Wear some of your new lingerie tomorrow night. SJ.

Checking her bedside clock she realized she had been asleep for nearly an hour and a half. Feeling remarkably refreshed, she arose and began preparing for the following day
. She checked her work clothes and completed the routine tasks that had been missed since she became the slave of Lady Jo-Anne. Dang! Sometimes she could do with a slave here, herself. Hmmmmm. Maybe that is not a bad idea, she thought to herself.

An hour or so later
, she heard the trill of her phone as another message was received. It read:
Wear jeans.SJ.

She felt the familiar little buzz that came from any communication with Sir James and it was a nice feeling to have her wardrobe dictated to her, at least occasionally. After dinner
, she sat down to relax in front of the TV for a while before retiring for the evening. Another message arrived. Opening it, she saw the words:
High heels. SJ.

She smiled at the game he was playing but she was also impressed as with every message she received, she got a little hotter and yearned for the sight of him just that little bit more.

The television bored her somewhat and she found she wasn’t really concentrating on it anyhow. She had one thing on her mind and she realized she needed to do something about it tonight or she would just be working on a hair trigger tomorrow night. She wondered how he would react if he opened the door and she spontaneously orgasmed as she was standing there. “Conceited prick! He would probably get off on it," she said out loud and smiled. Come to think of it, she would probably do the same if their roles were reversed, especially if he was wearing that gorgeous soft black leather that he seems to enjoy.

After showering and climbing into bed, she set her alarm for the morning. Then, without giving it a second thought, she reached into h
er bedside drawer and felt for Big Black and her vibrator. She knew she would never sleep unless she was relieved by her favorite toys before she fronted her own real version of “Big James” tomorrow night. She chuckled when she thought of him like that, but as she held Big Black in her hands, she was thinking about Sir James, wishing he was here right now. He wouldn’t have to cuff her or blindfold her. She would just mount him where he stood. Again she found herself smiling at the thought of it noticing how tight her nipples were feeling all of a sudden.

As she slowly rubbed B
ig Black up and down her labia, it wasn’t long before the lips parted of their own accord and her juices lubricated her favorite toy. She knew she was not going to need her vibrator this evening and hence just concentrated on the sensations imparted by her large but surprisingly realistic dildo. Again she heard the trill of her phone as another message arrived. She was on the verge of ignoring it but then she wondered if it was from him. She would never be able to concentrate until she knew. The message read:
I hope you are enjoying tonight. Please feel free to make the most of it. MJ

Natalie was shocked. It was as if he was in her room, watching her. How does that prick know what
she is doing right now? Is it just a lucky guess or is he really right inside her head? Is she that transparent, she wondered? She immediately noticed the change of signature from SJ to MJ. The subtle change sent little shivers through her and she knew that Big Black’s entry would be easier with the extra little flush of lubricant that the last message had produced.

As she continued rubbing herself
, her eyes closed and a vision formed of him standing between her parted legs, looking down upon her helpless and bound body. She could see him smiling, his turgid cock in his hand as he approached. “This is what you really want, isn’t it, Natalie?” She felt the head of Big Black brush the entrance to her pussy. Like magic, her lips parted and the head of it was inside her. She gasped, the picture of a smiling Sir James still vivid in her mind.