MMA Romance: Path to Submission (5 page)

7

A week has passed with monotonous regularity, My sleep returned in full and my body was healed. Yet I feel a melancholy hunger, a hunger for her, who is inflicting all these torments on me.

The week has drawn to a close. I eagerly close my eyes and lay on the bed, allowing my mind to contemplate my current situation.

What will she do with me now, or has she forgotten me, and left me?

Suddenly, I hear her say my name.

I tremble at the sound of the beloved voice. I cannot see her; the room is dark.

"Yes, my mistress," I reply.

“I have a surprise for you” she whispers.

I immediately had mixed feelings of anticipation and fear.

“Lay on your front and do not utter one word,” she demanded.

Suddenly, I could feel the heat of her soul on my back while she was  enforcing a tight knot around my hands.. Next, I was spun to my back and I felt a tug at my underwear.  My underwear was slowly moving down my legs and off my feet leaving me completely exposed.

Her long hair tickled my legs as she slowly proceeded back up my torso. A rush of sensations began to flow throughout my entire body heightened by my lack of visual capacity. I could feel her hair caress my soul as she kissed my abdomen. Her scent was much different today and smelled like the open sea.

With many skillful strokes her hand ensured that I was ready for the Devils pleasure and proceeded to capture this with her mouth. The feeling of euphoria was like no other. Her tongue and lips danced and played from every angle.

Then the room became bright. It was the beautiful black girl wearing white furs and slender white boots in full control of my soul.

The sight was putting me in a tremendous state of bliss. My heart rate was increasing and my breathing was getting rapid. I gripped her hair in my hands and exploded in her mouth. 

I lay there for a few moments to allow for my breathing to slow.

“Was that pleasurable for you,” Victoria said. 

The black girl removed the rope from my hands.

“What is happening,” I said with confusion.

Suddenly the black girl disappears and I see Victoria standing across the room in full voyeurism. 

“Does a girl with black skin not satisfy your deepest desires,” she says.

“What are you talking about?” I say.

“You have these fantasies about your beautiful black skinned housekeeper, I know this about you,” she replies.  

              “Do you not wish for your housekeeper to provide this type of pleasure at your command?” she says.

             
I begin to realize that Victoria is a reflection of my deepest and darkest desires. She has full control of me now.

She fixes her blue eyes upon me, more with curiosity than with menace, perhaps even somewhat pityingly.

At this moment she is very charming.

"What is the matter with you?" she asks with curiosity.

"You are very pale."

"I’m fine!” I say while putting on my underwear.

She then throws herself down on the cushions of the sofa.

"Take off my boots, and put on my velvet slippers." she demands.

I kneel down and tug at the boot which resists my efforts.

"Hurry, hurry!" Victoria exclaims.

"You are hurting me! just you wait, I will teach you."

She strikes me with the whip, but now the boot is off.

“Fix my furs!”

There is a deep joy in wrapping a beautiful woman into her furs, and in seeing and feeling how her body nestles in the precious soft furs, and to lift the flowing hair over the collar. A soft warmth and a faint fragrance of her body still clings to the ends of the hairs of fur. It is enough to drive one mad.

“Now on your knees!”

I feel that she has humiliated me so deeply, that she doesn't even find it worth while to torture or maltreat me any further.

"You will sleep here tonight, Take one of the cushions from the sofa, and lie down on the bearskin at my feet."

I did as she had commanded, but could not fall asleep for a long time. I saw the beautiful woman, beautiful as a goddess, lying on her back on the dark furs; her arms beneath her neck, with a flood of hair over them.

I glimpsed her magnificent breasts rise in deep regular breathing, and whenever she moved ever so slightly. I wanted ever so much to touch her but she did not require me on this night.

No task was required of me. I meant no more to her than a dog at her bedside.

Am I mad or is she? Does all this arise out of an inventive persons brain with the intention of surpassing my deepest fantasy, or is this girl really one of those characters who takes a diabolical pleasure in administering pain.

Suddenly, Victoria turned and looked into my eyes.

"Eric, do you still love me?" she exclaimed passionately.

"Yes, it is due to my unhappiness that I love you more and more madly the worse you treat me, the more frequently you betray me. I will die of pain and love and jealousy,” I said.

"But I haven't betrayed you, Eric," she replied smiling.

"I have been absolutely faithful to you" she said.

"I swear it by all that is holy to me. All that I have done was merely to fulfill your dream and it was done for your sake.”

"However, I shall continue, otherwise things will be only half accomplished, and in the end you will scold me for not having treated you cruelly enough.”

She then leaned back on the cushions, and slowly opened her furs. But I quickly covered her breasts again.

"You are driving me mad." I stammered.

"Are you happy?" she said.

"Infinitely!" I exclaimed.

She laughed aloud. It was an evil, shrill laugh which made cold shivers run down by back.

"You used to dream of being the slave, the plaything of a beautiful woman, and now you imagine you are a free man, you fool!

“Down on your knees!"

I sank down to her feet, but my eyes still followed hers.

"I am bored!” she said.

She kicked me with her foot.

"You are just what I want, a thing, an animal," she said.

The exotic male appears in the room.

"Tie his hands behind his back."

I remained kneeling and unresistingly let him do this. He led me into another room, Then tied me to a post.

The crack of the whip against the floor was ever so close to my feet.

Trembling, I gripped the post hard in anticipation of an evil strike to my bare back.

The scene had a grim attraction for me, which I cannot describe. I felt my heart skip a beat, when, with a smile, she drew back her arm for the first blow, and the whip hissed through the air. I winced slightly under the blow. Then she let blow after blow rain upon me, with her mouth half-opened and her teeth flashing between her red lips, until I finally begged for mercy.

“Is this what you want,” she said while cracking the whip against my body.

I screamed and could hardly breath.

She whipped three more times.

I was feeling faint.

Her hand began caressing my neck and back.

As her hand began to caress my mouth I could taste my blood off her fingertips. Then things went black. 

END OF CHAPTER 7

8

The next day I awoke with purpose, It felt like I had a tremendous weight lifted off my shoulders. As I went to the kitchen to get breakfast I sat with Florence and spoke about life and had a great conversation. As day quickly turned to night I knew I would have to confront Victoria but at the same time my mind was so powerful it could take me to a place I didn’t want to go. As I fell asleep I saw Victoria sitting on the sofa.  I sat with her and confessed to that the black girl who pleasured me was still on my mind. She had a tenderness that I adored and was eager to experience more from her.

"What, you dare to think about another woman besides me!” she yells.

“Perhaps you like her even better than you like me, she will be even more diabolical towards you.” she argues.

I am frightened; I have never seen her like this before; she is suddenly pale even to the lips and her whole body trembles.

"Do you want a taste of the whip?"

She snatches the whip from her side and strikes me across the face causing me to fall to the floor.

"Are you still alive?" she asks.

Victoria looked at me with a curious pleasure.

"Consider with care what actions you take," she said.

"I have been despotic towards you so that I might fulfill your dream.

Something of my old feeling, a sort of real sympathy for you, still trembles in my heart. When that too has passed who knows whether I will give you your freedom; whether I will not become really cruel, merciless, even brutal toward you; whether I will not take a diabolical pleasure in tormenting and putting on display the man who worships me endlessly, the while I remain indifferent towards you. Consider this thoughtfully."

"I have long since considered all that," I replied.

"I cannot live without you; I will die if you set me free; let me remain your slave, please don’t drive me away."

"Very well then, be my slave," she replied.

"Don't forget your love doesn't mean any more to me than a dogs, and dogs are kicked."

She stands up and walks around in circles thinking of her next move. Her breasts bounce delightfully around her open furs with every step.

“I’m bored.”

"I will bathe and you will attend to me," she says.

"Come here Eric. Carry me in your arms."

I lifted her up, so that she rested in my arms, while she wraps hers around my neck. Slowly, step by step, I carried her while her hair beat from time to time against my cheek ever so tenderly.

Once at the bath she had me twist her flowing hair into a large knot which I fastened with a red ribbon. Then I prepared the bath while she removed her furs.. Some magnetic force stronger than my will compelled me to look at her nudity. I felt that all sensuality and lustfulness lies in that which is half-concealed or intentionally disclosed. I sank down on my knees before her, and gently pressed my lips on her foot.

My heart which had been turbulent only a little while earlier, suddenly was perfectly calm, and I now felt no element of cruelty towards her.

She slowly descended into the bath, and I could watch her with a calmness in which not a single element of torment or desire was intermingled. I could see her plunge into and rise out of the water, and the waves which she herself raised played about her like a symphony. Stroking her breasts was incredibly arousing and the feeling of her erect nipples caused a stir deep within me. After several minutes of washing her I sat back with admiration of her gleaming body.

When she finished the bath, and the wet drops of water rippled down her body, I was seized with silent rapture. I wrapped the towel around her, drying her glorious body. As I dry her legs I am sure to place my head near her lap to inhale the freshly bathed fragrance. I spin her around to dry her back and as she leans forward with her hands on the countertop I am captivated by the sight of her sexuality spreading open for me. I knew that my chemical dependance to her fragrance was beginning to adversely affect me and I quickly stood up to avoid the temptation. 

We walked to the main room but she did not lay down, but merely threw off her furs and undid her hair; then she ordered me to build a fire, and she sat by the fireplace, and stared into the flames.

I begin to think about the predicament I find myself. I imagine the goddess of love as having descended from Mount Olympus for the sake of some mortal man. And always cold in this modern world of ours, she seeks to keep her sublime body warm in a large heavy fur and her feet in the lap of her lover. I imagine a beautiful despot, who whips her slave, and the more she walks over him, the more insanely he loves her.

My strength was broken. And if I am honest with myself, neither the pains and sufferings that threatened me, nor the humiliations that impended, were the thing that frightened me.

I looked into Victoria’s blue eyes.

"I cannot live without you. Have mercy on me!"

She looked at me again, and her face exposed an evil smile.

With this she turned over on the other side, and contemptuously showed me her back.

For a long time silence reigned, then she slowly raised herself.

"You bore me," she began.

When I didn't budge, she seized the whip and struck me.

"Slave!" she said.

She tossed the whip aside, and broke out into clear laughter.

I threw myself down at her feet, and in my agitation embraced her knees.

"I don't want anything of you, except to be your slave, to be always near you! I will be your dog."

"Do you know, you bore me?" she said, indifferently.

I leaped up. Everything within me was seething.

She looked deep into my eyes.

“Dangerous potentialities were slumbering in me, but you were the first to awaken them. If I now take pleasure in torturing you, abusing you, it is your fault.”

“You have made of me what I am, and now you are even unmanly, weak, and miserable enough to accuse me of mistreatment."

Listening to what Victoria was really saying to me opened my eyes. I feel like someone who has suddenly awakened out of a feverish delirium, or like a shipwrecked man who has for many days battled with waves that momentarily threatened to devour him and finally has found a safe shore.

A feeling of oppression weighs me down, and I cannot rid myself of it. It is probably the sufferings of the past years, which still cast their shadows into my heart. I sit in silence, contemplating a way forward. 

I look over at Victoria. How beautiful she looks, laying on the cushions while displaying in full fashion her splendid figure. Her hair is interwoven with, and held up by a red ribbon. A mighty fire is burning in the fireplace, the hanging lamp casts a reddish glow, and the whole room is soothing.

"Victoria," I said at last.

She sat down again on the rich cushions and tried to draw me down to her side, but I softly slid down to her feet and placed my head in her lap.

"How beautiful your eyes are, I have always loved them as the best of you, but today they intoxicate me,” I said.

"I no longer please you, I suppose I'll have to be cruel to you again, evidently I have been too kind to you today. I should whip you for a while,” she said with a smile.

"Come, let me bind you," she continued, and ran gaily through the room.

"I want to see you very much in love, do you understand? Here are the ropes. I wonder if I can still do it?" she said with laughter.

She gently began with my feet and then she tied my hands behind my back like those of a prisoner.

"So," she said, with eagerness. "Can you still move?"

"No."

She then tied a noose in a stout rope, threw it over my head, and let it slip down as far as the hips. She drew it tight, and bound me to a pillar.

"It feels as if I were about to be executed," I said with a smile.

"Well, you shall have a thorough punishment today," she said with a wink.

Then she stood in front of me with her arms folded across her chest, and looked at me out of half-closed eyes.

I trusted her now. Every drop of fear has left my body.

"It was you who inoculated me with selfishness, pride, and cruelty, and you shall be their first victim. I now enjoy having a man that thinks and feels and desires my power; I love to abuse a man who is stronger in intelligence and body, especially a man who loves me.

"Do you still love me?" she asks.

"Even to madness," I exclaimed.

"So much the better," she replied,

              "So much the more will you enjoy what I am about to do with you now."

Victoria placed her arms around my neck and kissed me. I was again seized by my fanatical passion.

"Where is the whip?" I asked.

She laughed, and withdrew a couple of steps.

"You really insist upon being punished?" she exclaimed, proudly tossing back her head.

"YES!" I said in complete ecstasy.

             
At that moment I came back to reality. To my real thoughts, my real body.  I have escaped the dream. I began to have a flood of thoughts.

Mr. White taught me pleasure alone lends value to existence. whoever enjoys does not easily part from life, whoever suffers meets death like a friend. I am determined to set myself free from this girl who has treated me so cruelly, even if it was at my request.

I have loved her even to madness, I have given myself to her as no man ever has given himself to a woman. She has abused my most sacred emotions, and played a bold, frivolous game with me. However, as long as she were merely cruel and merciless, it was still possible for me to love her. I am no longer the slave whom she can kick about and whip. She has set me free, and I am leaving a woman I can only be indifferent towards.

Now that I am a free man I intend to return to MMA training. I will use my newly found mental strength to become a champion once again. My next opponent will feel the wrath of my pent up aggression. My next girlfriend will learn that I am the hammer and she is the nail. Whoever wants to enjoy life must take it with a firm grasp. In the sense of the ancient world; he dare not hesitate to enjoy at the expense of others and he must never feel pity. He must always remember that if the roles of power were reversed, they would certainly reciprocate, and he would have to pay for their pleasure with his sweat and blood. That was the world of the ancients: pleasure and cruelty, freedom and slavery went hand in hand. People who want to taste victory, like the gladiators who came before them, must not mind if by chance they are stained by blood.

END