From Seduction to Submission (21 page)

“Well, I actually wanted to talk with you about slavery, if that makes sense. Things were very intense between us last night and at one stage I addressed Sir James as Master, or he may have addressed me as slave first. No matter who came first, it sent shock waves through me because it just felt so right. Without going into all the minute details, he removed my collar before I left him, giving me the choice about whether to wear it or not. He also told me to seek counsel on where the relationship may proceed from here. So I thought: who better to seek counsel from than a good friend who has two slaves of her own?”

Jo-Anne put her hands on Marc’s and Clair’s heads and looked at Natalie without smiling.

“This is serious and I feel honored that you have sought advice from us. I guess the first things you need to be able to differentiate between are slaves and submissives. The terms are quite often used interchangeably and therefore incorrectly. In my view of the world, a slave is someone who hands over all their rights to their Master or Mistress. They simply obey all the rules and conditions imposed upon them. We will expand on that later. Although you may have noticed me addressing them both as ‘slave’ and they in turn have addressed me as ‘Mistress,’ only one is my slave. The other is my submissive. Look at Marc and Clair. Can you tell which is which?”

Natalie looked down, focusing on Marc, and then on Clair and then back on Marc again, trying to decide.

As she looked back and forth between Marc and Clair, Natalie thought back to her previous visit and what she had seen and experienced there. Remembering how Clair had been tied down - exposed and helpless and totally unable to resist the actions of her Mistress, Natalie made her choice.

“Clair is the slave and Marc is the submissive,” she stated with confidence.

“Hmmmmm. That choice will cost you, Natalie. Firstly, you need to understand that in the legal sense, neither are slaves. Even if they wanted to be and I in turn wanted them to be, they would effectively be entering into an illegal contract. Slavery is illegal in every civilized country in the world. However, if someone offers themself to me to totally control in every way, shape, and form with no limitations, it effectively makes them my slave.” Jo-Anne looked down at Marc. “Explain to Natalie where you fit into this life.”

“I exist purely for the pleasure and service of Lady Jo-Anne and anyone else she deems worthy of my services. She keeps me locked in chastity, not that I would ever disrespect her in that way
, but it is one of many ways of controlling me and reminding me of my status. I have no rights and more importantly, no safe word. I survive totally at the whim and mercy of my Mistress. I have chosen this life and I am proud to be the slave of my Mistress. She is free to do with me anything of her choosing.”

As she heard the words, Natalie was picturing herself on her knees beside Sir James, having handed over all of her rights and placing he
rself totally at his mercy. She could feel her nipples hardening and the familiar little flush of arousal between her legs. Without even being consciously aware of it, she crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together as she thought about her potential situation.

“Hmmmm. Can you give me an example of where that level of transference of power and authority has really been pushed?” Natalie asked.

Marc thought about it for a few seconds before responding.

“I have a pathological fear of needles and blood. Soon after becoming Lady Jo-Anne’s slave
, I was told that I would be pierced. I was to have a Prince Albert piercing and both of my nipples would also be done. In my previous, life there is simply no way that I would have agreed to this. However, in my current life I had no choice in the matter. Mistress was kind enough to secure me when the piercings were done, even though she made me watch the whole procedure. She held my hands, encouraging me though the whole experience. As difficult as it was, I survived it and it simply served to increase my devotion to her.”

Jo-Anne chimed in, “You also need t
o be clear in your mind that being a slave does not mean one is weak. In fact, it takes a great deal of personal strength to give oneself so completely to another person, to entrust someone else with your very life without a safe word to fall back on. The best slaves I have met in my life have been quite strong characters in their own right, and I believe the paradox is that they need to be strong in order to be good slaves.” Natalie was considering this. Jo-Anne went on. “A good slave is like a great personal assistant. Marc is becoming better at anticipating all of my moods and needs, being one step in front of me. In an ideal situation, which we will achieve before long, he will know what I need before I am even aware of it. He is at my beck and call at all times, although he does get plenty of down time. Even the best slave needs personal time. I’ve even considered making him a eunuch, but I actually enjoy the fact that he has sexual urges and that I have total control over them.” She stroked the side of his head as she was saying it. “I can milk him regularly if I choose, giving him only limited pleasure but no orgasm, or I can force him to have more orgasms than he desires. The one thing that he will never get is to engage in sex with me.”

Natalie was shocked at the last point and it showed. Jo-
Anne continued stroking Marc’s head looking down on him.

“What would be your response if I told you I intended to have you castrated, Marc?”

“It would be, yes, Mistress. If that is what you desire,” Marc replied.

“Good boy.”

Again Natalie was shocked as she tried to take in the depth of this devotion to and control over another human being. Her level of arousal was undeniable, but she was concerned that for her, there would be a mismatch between the fantasy and the reality. Could she give that much of herself to Sir James? Would she want to give that much of herself to Sir James?

“No sex?” Natalie asked.

“This is a personal rule but it is common amongst Mistresses and Masters. To engage in sex with your slave exposes you to the risk of a transference of feelings, normal human feelings that can upset the balance of the relationship. Marc is not my lover. He is my slave. That is not to say that I don’t love him. I actually love him dearly, but not in that sense. I have seen too many relationships fall apart when that boundary has been crossed.”

Natalie thought about her last couple of encounters with Sir James and wondered if he had such rules. Jo-Anne continued.

“I should also note here that I take great care to ensure that his sexual needs are addressed. He does not go without. I guess it would be fair to say that I provide for his love and support and to give his life meaning, but he has sex elsewhere, when I choose to arrange it for him.”

Natalie squeezed her legs a little tighter.

“Wow. And how does your slave’s relationship with you compare with Clair’s relationship with you?”

“Clair, why
don’t you answer Natalie first.”

“Yes
, Mistress.” Clair looked up at Natalie, smiling. “Natalie, as you now know, I am Lady Jo-Anne’s submissive. That is to say that I have not signed away all of my rights in the same way that Marc has, although I have to say that I admire him for being willing and able to do so. I love her dearly, but still see her as my Mistress and hence I address her as such as a mark of respect for her. I am committed to her and willingly submit to her, allowing her to make the key decisions in our relationship. However, I retain the right to discuss things and share some of the decisions. I can, and will, use a safe word if required. Mistress is highly skilled though and knows just how far to push me. I rarely need to utter it. Our relationship is more a case of ongoing negotiation where she negotiates and I say yes.”

That got a laugh out of Natalie and even Clair had a chuckle at her own joke.

“But seriously, Lady Jo-Anne… Jo-Anne is a benevolent leader who seeks my advice and ideas, listens and then makes up her mind on what we shall do. The only exception to that is in the bedroom or the dungeon where she has full control except for when I use my safe word.”

Natalie sat there deep in thought, considering what Clair had just said. This sounds like a more logical arrangement between Sir James and
her, she thought to herself. She would have an independent life and she would expect to be able to discuss their activities with him. However, when he takes control of her… Oh God, she mused to herself.

Jo-Anne chimed in, “Our physical relationship is different. Clair does sleep with me; she is my lover. Marc sleeps on a mat on the floor or sometimes I leave him locked in his cage in the corner of my bedroom. Now, feel free to ask either
of them whatever you like. When there are no more questions, they can go off and do their chores while you and I discuss your position a little further.”

Natalie had a hundred and one questions
, however, most of them were not directly relevant to her own position. They were more in wanting to satisfy her curiosity about how the inter-relationships worked. She would also love to have a closer look at the cage that Marc is forced to sleep in, she thought to herself. She looked at him and he looked so relaxed and happy.

“No
, Ma’am. I think I have about all my head can deal with at the moment,” Natalie said.

Jo-Anne touched Marc and Clair on their heads. “Go now.”

They both rose and disappeared into the kitchen, and Jo-Anne focused on Natalie. “Come and kneel in front of me, Natalie, and put your hands behind your back,” Jo-Anne whispered.

Natalie looked her in the eye, then looked down and obeyed her instruction.

“You know he will have other subs he sees. You know he will make you submit in much more public environments. You know that you really want to do it though, don’t you?” Jo-Anne asked. As she said it, she gently pushed the toes of one foot in between Natalie’s legs and brought them up into her crotch.

“Yes, Ma’am. Ooooohhhhhh.” Natalie began gyrating her hips slightly although her head remained bowed. “The question is that I just don’t know how far I can go. I don’t know how far I want to go. I don’t know if I am even capable of making the decision. What has he done to me? I just don’t seem to have any will of my own when I am in his presence.”

“And you love it but it conflicts you. He takes away your ability to make decisions, yet in your submission to him you have made one of the most powerful decisions one can make.” The bridge of her foot was gently sliding back and forth over Natalie’s vulva. “Go with your instincts. Enjoy what he has to offer you.”

“Yes
, Ma’am. Thank you for helping me work through this process. I needed to talk with people who understand.”

“And you remember when I said you would pay for selecting Clair when you should have selected Marc?” Without waiting for a response from Natalie, Jo-Anne reached out and gently fondled Natalie’s breasts through her shirt.

“Oohhhhhh,” Natalie murmured.

Natalie’s nipples immediately sprang to attention and Jo-Anne grasped them. At first her grip was gentle but Natalie could feel the pressure gradually building. Before long
, the pain was getting intense and Jo-Anne began pulling the nipples upwards, forcing Natalie to kneel up straighter. Her eyes were closed, and her face was contorted with pain. She was gasping but still she said nothing.

“When you fall in love with a sadist, Natalie, you must understand that sometimes they hurt you, just because it gives them pleasure. This is giving me pleasure, Natalie.”

“Ohhhhhh…Nnnnggghhhhh…Yes… Mistress.” Natalie instantly realized she had addressed her friend as “Mistress” just as she had addressed Sir James as “Master.” Both times it had occurred when she was under considerable pain and that seemed to be when she felt the most submissive. It didn’t seem to make sense but in the cold light of day, very little of this did.

Jo-Anne’s foot continued to gently slide over Natalie’s vulva. “See how easy and natural it is to make the change from Ma’am to Mistress when you are under extreme duress, Natalie? That is probably why you called Sir James, Mast
er. Now when I count down from five, I want you to come for me. Do you understand?”

“Nnngggghhhhhhh...oh… nnngghhh…oh yes
, Mistress.”

“Five…Open your legs further. Show me what a slut you are.”

Natalie spread her legs wide.

“
Four….open your eyes and look at me, Natalie.” Natalie’s moans had taken on a higher pitch, and as she opened her eyes, she could see that Jo-Anne was enjoying the effect she was having.

“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.” It was almost a squeal as Jo-Anne rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefingers.

“Three…” The squeal had turned into a throaty long groan coming from deep within Natalie as Jo-Anne eased the pressure on her nipples, increasing the pressure on her vulva.

“
Two.” Natalie’s breath was coming in short hard pants then Jo-Anne abruptly stopped, released her nipples and removed her foot from Natalie’s crotch.

“Aaarrggghhhhh. Fuck! Noooooooo.”

Jo-Anne tilted Natalie’s head up, looked her in the eye and said, “Maybe you can finish this when you get home and you are thinking about Sir James, or will it be Master James, or will it be Lady Jo-Anne?” A wicked smile lit up her face as she said it, and she reached over, giving Natalie a kiss on each cheek.