MMA Romance: Path to Submission (2 page)

END OF CHAPTER 1

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A figure is standing in front of me draped in furs. She is standing near the fireplace with her back towards me. I can tell by her long hair that it is Victoria. How abundant her dark hair is, how diabolically and yet tenderly it plays around her neck; her slender black boots awakens my soul with desire. Now her eyes meet mine. She observes my confusion and smiles roguishly.  What enchantment and softness. Her skin is so infinitely delicate. She comes closer, and proceeds to put her hand on my cheek.

She looks at me with amusement. 

"I’ve always wanted to know a real dreamer,” she says.

“You were afraid of me last night. You look at love, and especially women as something hostile, something against which you put up a defense. You feel that their power over you gives you a sensation of pleasurable torture; of pungent cruelty. It is only your egoism which wants to keep a woman like some valuable treasure.”

While she was speaking her eyes sparkled and I had taken hold of her hands without exactly knowing what to do with them.

"What do you desire from me?" she asks.

"There is no equality in love," I reply.

"Whenever it is a matter of choice for me of ruling or being ruled, it seems much more gratifying for me to be the slave of a beautiful woman. But where can I find the woman who knows how to rule with artistry, full of self-confidence, and avoids the gain of power by means of conflict?"

"Oh, that may not be so difficult,” she replied with bright eyes.

"You interest me,” she continues,

“Most men are very ordinary, without enigma or poetry. In you there is a certain depth and capacity for enthusiasm and a deep seriousness, which amuses me.”

She walked across the room and sat in a large leather chair and slowly crossed her legs. I could see she was exposed underneath.

She let her calm, clear look rest upon me, but not for long. A moment later I am kneeling before her, pressing my face against the furs and inhaling her fragrance. She smelled as though she walked through a sea of roses. I paused long enough to fill my soul with sexual tension. I moved down from her chest towards her lap, The aroma of rose petals emanating from her soul was incredibly inviting. I look up into her eyes and see an expression of dominance which arouses me. I then take her foot and move my lips toward it.

"So you really love me?” she said.

"Yes, and I suffer more from it than you can imagine?"

"You suffer?" she said again.

"Will you stay with me forever?" I say in a state of ecstasy.

“Is that what you really want?” she said with astonishment.

"Yes!”, I exclaimed.

“What do you want life to give you? she asked.

“I want to be with you; to be rewarded for many years of meaningless existence,” I replied.

“Life owes you nothing,” she said.

“My life is out of control,” I said with desperation.

“You need to take responsibility for the life you have,” she said.

Victoria walked across the room and leaned back against the fireplace, watching me and resting one of her arms on the mantelpiece.

"What shall I do with you?" she began.

"Whatever you wish," I replied with resignation.

"Whatever will give you pleasure," I added.

"How illogical!" she exclaimed, "first you want to make me to stay with you forever, and then you offer yourself to me as something to toy with."

"Victoria, I love you!” I confessed.

“Love is for those who are mentally weak,” she responds.

"Now we are back to the place where we started. You love me, and want to stay with me forever, but I cannot enter into a long-term relationship. I can easily imagine belonging to one man for my entire life, but he would have to be a whole man, a man who would dominate me, who would subjugate me by his innate strength, do you understand?”

“I will do whatever it takes Victoria!”

“Love makes a man weak, pliable and pitiful. He puts himself into the woman's hands and kneels down before her in worship. The only man whom I could love permanently would be the one whom I deliver myself in full submission.”

I fell down at her feet.

"My love for you has become a sort of madness. The thought that I may lose you, torments me day and night." I said.

"But you don't yet possess me," she said.

"I can no longer live without you, Victoria,"

“I feel deep down in my innermost soul, that my life belongs inseparably with yours. If you leave me, I will go to pieces."

"That isn't wise, Eric,"

“You don't know me yet,” she replied,

I lay at her feet, embracing her knees.

"Things will end badly, Eric," she said soberly.

"It will never end!," I cried.

"If you cannot love me, then I want to be your slave, serve you, suffer everything from you, if only you won't drive me away."

“Your way is not the way to win and hold me,” she said.

"I want to do everything, absolutely everything, that you want, only not to lose you," I replied.

"Please, get up."

I obeyed her command.

"You are a strange person," continued Victoria. "You wish to possess me at any price?"

"Yes, at any price." I said.

"But of what value, for instance, would that be?" She pondered with hesitation.

"What if I belonged to another?"

A shudder ran through me. I looked at her, she stood firmly and confident before me, and her eyes disclosed a cold gleam.

"The very thought frightens you," she said smiling.

"I feel a perfect horror when I imagine that the woman I love could give herself to another man regardless of my emotions. This would send me into a state of madness. If I cannot obtain the woman who will faithfully and truly share my life, well then I don't want anything halfway or lukewarm.”

“If that is my fate I would rather be subject to a woman without virtue, fidelity, or pity. Such a woman in her magnificent selfishness is likewise an ideal. If I am not permitted to enjoy the happiness of love, fully and wholly, I want to taste its pains and torments to the very end; I want to be mistreated and betrayed by the woman I love, and the more cruelly the better. This too is a luxury."

"Have you lost your senses," cried Victoria.

"I love you with all my senses, and your presence and personality are absolutely essential to me. Have me forever or make me your slave."

"Very well," she said, “it seems to me it would be rather entertaining to have a man who loves me, completely in my power; at least I will not lack pastime. You were careless enough to leave the choice to me. Therefore I choose you to be my slave, I shall make a plaything for myself out of you!"

"Oh, please do," I said with a hint of angst.

"If the foundation of a relationship depends on equality and agreement, it is likewise true that the greatest passions rise out of opposites. We are such opposites. That is why my love is part hate and part fear.” I say.

“In such a relation only one can be hammer and the other nail. I wish to be the nail. I cannot be happy when I subjugate the woman I love. I want to adore a woman, and this can only happen when she is cruel towards me."

Then, an irresistible impatience seized me. I stepped closer and embraced her beautiful warm body and kissed her moist lips. What joy for me to be pressed against her. I played with her hands with teenage curiosity.

"You have an interesting way of arousing my imagination, stimulating my senses and making my pulse beat faster. You are the kind of man who will corrupt the soul of a woman," she said with a smile.

Victoria turned and proceeded to the fireplace where she had kindled a small fire.

"The nights are getting colder already. I am afraid you may not like it, but I can't remove my furs until the room is sufficiently warm," she said.

"Of course, but why do you have this great penchant for furs?"

“Furs have a stimulating effect on the body. It is a physical stimulus which sets you tingling, and no one can escape it. This is the way God intended,” she said while sensually stroking the fur.

“Nothing can intensify my passion more than tyranny, cruelty, and especially the faithlessness of a beautiful woman,” I replied.

“I understand," Victoria interrupted.

"It gives a dominant and imposing quality to a woman," I said.

"Not only that," I continued, “with me, everything has its roots in the imagination, that’s how my soul gets its nourishment. To suffer and endure cruel torture seems to me exquisite delight, especially when it is inflicted by a beautiful woman. In a woman and her beauty I see something special, because the most important function of existence is her sexuality.”

She put her hand on my neck. I was seized with a sweet intoxication under the influence of this little hand.

“I yearn to be the slave of a woman, a beautiful woman, whom I love, whom I worship.
Who disciplines and whips me, places her foot upon my body, all while she gives herself to another,” I said.

"We women are inventive," she said.

"Take notice, when you find your ideal woman she may treat you more cruelly than you anticipate," she added.

"I am afraid that I have already found my ideal woman!" I exclaimed while kneeling to the ground with my face into her lap. As her furs separated, her fragrance and vision of subtle pubic hair delighted my senses and I began to get aroused.

I then seized her hands.

"Once more I beg you to stay with me forever. If you can't do that then become the embodiment of my ideal woman, without softness and with diabolical astringency. Nothing halfway. If you can't be true and loyal to me, be a demon."

I was nervous from the proximity of a beautiful woman and it affected me like a fever. I kissed her feet, and finally raised her foot and put my neck under it.

"I adore you so infinitely that I am willing to suffer anything from you, for the sake of spending my whole life with you,” I said.

She walked across the room and opened a door. Inside were whips, long whips with a short handle, the kind that are used on horses.

"Are these satisfactory?" she said rhetorically.

“No, they are much too small," she continued with a devilish glance at me. "I need a large one!”

She looked further and finally selected a sizable whip. Immediately, I was overcome with trepidation.

"Dangerous forces lie within me," she said, while walking in my direction.

"You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure and pain in glowing colors. Should I try my hand at them, and make you the first object of my experiments?”

"Oh, how beautiful you are." I whispered.

"Do I please you?" She stepped before the mirror, and looked at herself with proud satisfaction.

"You drive me wild!"

"Remove your shirt,” she said.

I complied and began to stand up.

"No!" she exclaimed, "stay as you are, kneeling." She clutched the whip and let it hiss through the air; then she slowly removed the furs exposing her naked body.

"Exquisite!" I exclaimed.

"Silence, slave!" She scowled and struck me with the whip.

“Pains that come through you are a joy.”

“Strike again Victoria if it gives you pleasure”

“Whip me, I begged, whip me without mercy."

Victoria swung the whip twice like a novice.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"No!” I screamed, “whip me! I beg you! It is a joy to me!” Then tossed myself face to the floor at her feet.

“Become my slave, and know what it means to be delivered into the hands of a woman."

Then she cracked the whip.

"Get up!" She screamed.

I was about to rise.

"Not that way," she commanded, "turn away from me!"

I obeyed, and she began to apply the lash again with much more authority. The blows fell rapidly and powerfully on my back and arms. Each one cut into my flesh and burned there, but the pains enraptured me. They came from her whom I adored, and for whom I was ready at any hour to lay down my life.

She stopped.

"I am beginning to enjoy it," she said.

"But enough for today. I am beginning to feel a demonic curiosity to test the limits of your conformity. I take a cruel joy in seeing you tremble beneath my whip, and in hearing your groans and wails. I want to go on whipping without pity until you beg for mercy, until you lose your senses. You have awakened dangerous elements in my body. But now get up."

I seized her hand to press it to my lips. She shoved me away with her foot and retrieved her furs. At that moment my face hit the floor. I began to feel disoriented and things became blurry.