Graceful Submission (7 page)

She shook her head, and quickly pulled out another vibrator, this one long and slender; leather wrist and ankle cuffs; a large, round paddle; and, finally, a set of three butt plugs, each one larger than the last.

“There are quite a few toys here, Master.”

“What we don’t use now, you can bring with you when you come to L.A. I had some things sent here, too, so you have that to look forward to. We’ll start off with the clamps. Lie flat on the bed and attach one clamp to each nipple. Twist them around until they are hard little pebbles, then attach it fully. Do it now, my Lolly-girl.”

Grace massaged her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, but they hardened even more as she twisted them, imagining Master’s fingers pulling on her nipples.

She moaned loudly when she attached the first clamp. “Ouch, ouch.”

“Good girl. Don’t pull it off; leave it there. Does it feel good, Lolly?”

“Yes, Master. It hurts, but, yet … oh.” Grace bit her lip against the sharp pain.

“Good. Do the other one.”

Trying to keep her mind off the intensifying pain in her left nipple, Grace quickly attached the right one. The combination of the two sent her senses reeling and she moaned out Toffer’s name.

“That’s gonna cost you. How do you refer to me, Grace?”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“We’ll take care of that when you get here. Tell me how it feels.”

“Hurts. Sharp, shooting pain that feels, it feels …”

“Don’t be afraid to tell me it feels good, Lolly. If you don’t like it, then we need to look for something else.”

Don’t like it? Grace thought she might shoot through the room from the bliss the clamps caused. “It feels wonderful, Master.”

And it did. Under Master’s direction Grace pulled on the chain, whimpering as the pain turned into intense pleasure.

“Go clean your new vibrator. Use the red one, Grace. Then find some batteries. Hurry back.”

“Can I take off the clamps?” The intense pain was becoming uncomfortable.

“Do as you’re told. Now.”

Grace took the red vibrator, cleaned it with soap and water and loaded it with batteries.

“Let me hear it, Lolly.”

She turned the vibrator on and tried to concentrate on the sound. Anything to take away from the powerful pounding in her nipples.

“Rub it on your clit and talk to me, Lolly-girl. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“It hurts, my nipples, I need to take them off. Please, Master … oh lord, oh. I can’t. I need …”

“You need to do as you’re told. Talk to me.”

“It’s so powerful. It hurts, but, yet, it feels …”

“Good? Just wait, baby. You’re gonna love where this takes you. Fuck yourself with the vibrator. Imagine that it’s me, that I’m above you, pounding myself inside your pussy. You’re so tight. So warm. Yielding. Fuck yourself with one hand and pull on the chain with the other.”

Grace bucked her hips into the vibrator, her free hand pulling on the chain until she cried out in need, but in need of what, she didn’t know. On the one hand she wanted to stop the pain by taking the clamps off. On the other hand the fasteners on her nipples were causing the most intense pleasure.

“Master, I want to come.”

“Not yet, Lolly-girl. Just keep rubbing and pulling.”

Grace’s breathing was ragged, her hold on her orgasm barely there. She wanted to come … needed to come.

“Master,
please
.”

“Please what, Lolly? Be specific. Tell me what you want.”

“Please let me come. I want to come.
Please
.”

“Put the vibrator right on your clit and pull the chain,
hard
.”

Grace did as he said, then shuddered as words “come, Lolly,” registered in her ears. White hot lightning bolts of pain/pleasure spread through her as the clips pulled her nipples, she tossed and turned, finally bringing herself up on her hands and knees as the most potent orgasm she’d ever felt had her screaming, “Master, Master,” over and over as she rode the waves of pleasure.

“Come back to me, Lolly. Take a deep breath.”

Unintelligible mumbles came out of Grace’s mouth and she could hear Toffer’s light laughter.

“I take it you enjoyed your first real taste of submission?”

“Yes, Sir,” Grace gulped out as she tried to gain control over her senses. She’d never felt anything so intense, so fantastic in her entire life. Was it the physical feelings that pushed her so far over the edge, or the bond that she now felt with Toffer? She had a feeling it was a mixture of both.

“I’ve never. Felt. Anything.” She took several deep breaths and collapsed on the bed, a large smile spreading across her face.

“Shush, little one. It’s all right. Breathe deep.”

Grace didn’t know how long she struggled to regain control over her breathing. Her clit was pounding and her nipples felt as if they were on fire. And she’d never been so satisfied in her life.

“Lolly-girl? Are you still breathing?”

Grace could hear the humor and satisfaction in Toffer’s voice.

“Yes, Master. Thank you so much.”

“Just a taste of what’s to come. Sleep well, little Lolly.”

“But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. Worry about doing as you’re told. Goodnight, Lolly.”

“Goodnight, Master.”

The phone line went dead and Grace smiled. She felt needed, wanted, and loved. It was almost as if the entire day of accusations had never happened. Almost.

Chapter Seven

Note to self: You can teach your students best by having faith in yourself, and not letting false statements get you down.

To Do List:

Meet with Frank Medina and Watson after school

Try and write more on novel

Try not to let your students see how upset you are

Try and concentrate on work

Grace stared at her planner. Her note said to believe in herself, yet since the accusations of blackmail had surfaced, her To Do List had changed from do to try. She took a calming breath and looked around the room. Her students were deep into a pop quiz on
Julius Caesar
and the room was eerily quiet.

She’d been very careful with what she said to students, and very careful to make sure an adult office aide was present when she met with a student privately. That way no accusations could come up.

Her only real pleasures came from her daily phone calls with Toffer. She’d been very impressed that he started each conversation by asking how she was feeling, and what had happened that day. He’d encouraged her to get a lawyer, and she’d followed his advice.

Preston Stewart worked for the state teachers’ association, and had been very helpful in guiding Grace through the ins and outs of what could, and probably would, happen.

“If they decide to hold an official investigation, don’t be surprised if they suspend you during that time,” Preston had said on Friday when she’d talked to him. “It’s standard procedure. It will probably be with pay, so you shouldn’t have to worry about that.”

Grace bit her lip as she thought about being suspended. She’d been teaching for more than fifteen years and nothing like this had ever happened to her. It made her sick to her stomach to think about it.

It was now Monday, and she was scheduled to meet with Medina and Watson after school. And she had a feeling that the meeting would not be pleasant. She thought back to her time with Master last night. She loved their sessions, and the wonderful feelings, both physical and mental, that she felt.

They’d played with most of the toys in her box, except for the clit clamp. Master told her he wanted to see her face the first time it was attached, wanted to guide her through it and be there to experience it with her physically.

She turned her attention back to her students and tried not to worry about the meeting. Ten minutes before the end of the school day, Preston arrived at her classroom door. He smiled and nodded to students, and when they were gone he gave Grace pointers on how to act.

“Don’t lose your temper,” he said. “That would be the worst thing that could happen. Let me do the talking. Don’t accuse Watson of sexual harassment. If it comes down to a hearing, I will bring that up at the proper time. I’ve already alluded to it in my letters to Medina and the board, so it won’t be out of left field. The most important thing today is keeping your cool.”

Grace repeated the mantra to herself as they made their way to Watson’s office, exchanged greetings, and sat down. Her hands were clammy and she grasped them together in her lap.

“I think we should get straight to the point,” Medina said. “Grace, you’ve given years of service to this school. But in light of the allegations of the two students involved, we feel an investigation is warranted. We believe this probe will be in the best interests of all involved. It will clear up the matter, totally, no matter what the outcome.”

Grace tightened her clasped hands and bit her lip.

“How long do you expect this investigation to take?” Grace marveled at Preston’s calm voice.

“A week or so,” Media replied. “We will take official depositions from everyone involved, starting with Grace, tomorrow, if that will give you time to get ready.”

“That’s good for us,” Preston said. “We don’t need time to prepare, because we have nothing to hide. Ms. Kinison will tell the truth about events.”

“We will schedule the official hearing two weeks from tomorrow night,” Medina said.

“Valentine’s Day.” Grace’s voice was flat.

“Yes, Valentine’s Day,” Medina said. “In between now and then, you will be suspended, with pay.”

“I was already scheduled to be off three days next week,” Grace said.

Medina informed her that the office would change her time off from personal time to suspension, so that Grace could keep her time off. Then they agreed to meet at Preston’s office at nine the next morning.

Preston accompanied Grace while she went to the office to make sure her lesson plans were up-to-date. The office workers were sympathetic, but cautious. It wasn’t until they got to her room to pick up her personal items that the tears she’d been holding back began to flow. Rebecca was sitting behind her desk, waiting to hear what had happened.

“I answered your phone,” she said as she hugged Grace. “Toffer’s called three times.”

Grace nodded as she cried into her friend’s shoulder, with Preston patting her back gently.

“I’m sure they’ll want to depose you, too, Rebecca.”

Becca nodded at the lawyer and then the phone rang. Grace looked at Toffer’s number on the ID, and tried to steady her voice when she said hello. After she’d told him what happened, he asked to speak with Preston. They talked for a few minutes, while Becca tried to comfort Grace.

When she took the phone back, she could hear the anger in his voice. “Go out to dinner with Becca and Preston. Enjoy yourself and try to relax. Call me when you get home. And don’t worry, Lolly, everything’s going to be fine. I promise.”

Dinner passed in a blur, and when Grace finally called Toffer at ten that evening, she had resigned herself to the fact that she would probably lose her job. Even if she was found innocent of all charges, which Preston assured her she would be, things would never be the same for her in the classroom. She could swallow the pill a little better if she’d heard back for one of the publishers she’d sent her work to, but she hadn’t.

Toffer answered on the first ring.

“You’re early,” he said. “I didn’t expect to hear from you until eleven or so.”

“I just walked in the door.”

“Does that mean you haven’t stood in the corner, yet?”

Toffer’s “tut-tut-tut” followed Grace’s answer of no.

“Do it now. It will help you focus on getting into your Lolly-mode.”

Grace quickly stripped and stepped into the now familiar corner.

“Don’t you feel better already?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. I’m sorry about your bad day, baby. But this Preston guy sounds like he knows what he’s doing. He’ll prove you innocent in no time.”

“Thank you, Master. I’m trying to stay positive.”

“You’ll be too busy once you get here to think about much. You’ll be getting ready for the party, and, of course, serving me.”

Grace laughed. “That’s almost a whole week. I don’t get into L.A. until a week from Wednesday.”

“Actually, your plane leaves Denver International at four tomorrow afternoon. Preston assured me that you would be done with your deposition by then, and he would drive you to the airport.”

“Toffer, I can’t leave here now.”

“I’m going to ignore that little slip of the tongue, Lolly, and yes, you can. Preston says that once you’re deposed, they won’t want to talk to you. You can’t sit in on the other depositions, so all you’d have to do is sit at home until you left for here. I just pushed it up a week or so. It will give us time to play.”

“But if he needs to talk to me …”

“He can call you here. I’ve already given him the number. Make sure you pack tonight. I think your twenty minutes are up. Go and get on the bed, on all fours.”

Grace’s heart was pounding. Tomorrow. She was going to come face to face with her Master tomorrow. For the first time that day, a genuine smile appeared on her face. She put the phone on speaker and knelt on the bed.

“You know what I’m thinking about right now, Grace?”

“What?”

“Spanking your pretty little ass; taking you to dinner with no panties on and watching you squirm in your seat; and watching you moan when I attach the clamp to your clitty.”

“Master.”

“You won’t have time to think about your problems, Grace, because I’m going to keep you very busy. I’ve got lots of fun games planned for you. Now, I want you to listen carefully to what you need to do when you get here tomorrow. There will be a driver to meet you at the airport. The minute you get into the limo, you belong to me, lock, stock and barrel. Understand?”

“Wear a skirt on the plane. When you get into the car take off your panties, and then call me. Make sure the privacy shield is raised. Then, when you get to the house …”