Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (15 page)

“Look at me Francine.” She did immediately.

“Sir?” The room was thick with the smell of her arousal. She could tell by the way he asked that he was pleased with her, and incredibly turned on himself.

“Have you had enough?”

“
Yes sir
.” She gasped really meaning it.

“How do you feel right now?”

Her walls were down, “Hungry sir, so hungry.”

“Do you like the cuffs Francine? You could have asked me to take them off, but you didn’t.”

He was right. She felt herself hesitate. “It’s taking you a long time to answer Francine, it makes me wonder about your sincerity. Maybe we should add a little something.”

Oh no! Shit shit!!
She twisted in her bonds again feeling the cool against her damp hungry pussy. Then she felt the bed move as he pulled out something that looked like a tool bag next to the bed and she felt something against her elevated behind.
He dipped it first in her drenched pussy before placing it at her back door.
Fuck! An anal plug!
He had warned one evening her he might use one.
Think about how good it would feel
to bear down on something, just for me.
She’d tried like crazy not to think about it ever since, but like a stubborn flu the thought had continued to plague her, making her damp below. “Ah, good girl, and this will please both of us...” The praise affected her the way it always did as it went right into her chest, making her arch her hips toward him. He rewarded her by stroking her clit a bit more. “ Arch up on your knees for me as much as you can, I’ve left you some room. Trust me, it will make this easier.” Placing his hand beneath her he first pressed one slick finger against her slippery with lube and her own juices,
he’s so twisted
she thought feeling her asshole melt around his finger.
Why couldn't they just screw like normal people and just get it over with?
Then the plug was there, sliding in easy, thanks to his probing, talented fingers. She’s ready for it, almost eager, as she bore down on it. He was back to massaging her clit again, still careful not to set her off as he slowly worked the plug in.
Oh God, it does feel good!

She’s panting now from the odd, but pleasurable sensation, “That’s right Angel, bear down on it for me, it’s the smallest one I could find, just for you.” She felt her ass close over it. He squeezed and caressed her cheeks approvingly. “It does looks
so
pretty in your asshole.”

No sooner was the small plug rooted with a barely discernable pop did it begin adding almost unbearable sensations to the heat she was already experiencing.

He went back to using the switch, as he continued to stimulate her.
Oh please.
The continuing blows caused her bottom to continue to move and press against the plug inside her activating all of her nerves and turning her on in ways she’d never felt before, desire flowed like waves throughout her whole body. He put the switch down and rubbed a heavy up and over her sore bottom with the plug inside and said “Tell me Francine. How are your bonds making you feel?”

She wracked her brain through her desire filled fog. It came out shaky “Like I can’t move, I can only feel.” His hand moved to massage and soothe her untouched back.

“And you like it?” He prompted.

“Yes, I like it. It makes things, simple.”

“You have no responsibility this way do you Francine? Something tells me you’ve been a very
responsible
girl.” His hand stroked over her, “But when you’re bound like this you can’t help what’s happening to you.”

He went back to using the switch, as he continued to stimulate her.
Oh please.
The continued blows caused her bottom to move and press against the plug inside her activating all of her nerves and turning her on in ways she’d never felt before, desire flowed like waves throughout her whole body.

But soon he was back to his “lesson”, the switch back in his hand, knowing now what he wanted to her do she continued to beg piteously as she squirmed with the battling discomfort of the pain and the frustrating ache of her own desire, only able to move so much against her restraints, hoping that her show would please him enough that he would give her body release soon,
please soon.

Not long after he put the instrument of her unease down and ran a hand over her aching flesh, “How about the switch? How is that making you feel?”

“Like I don’t want any more of it.” She heard an amused noise behind her and wondered if her answer would get her in even more trouble. “Sir.” She added, an after thought.

“That’s fair, do you need more in order to remember to address me properly?”

“No, please Master no!”

“Oh, I’m Master now, am I?”

She whimpered. “OK little one, I’m glad we’re communicating now. You sound very focused on me now, at least as focused as I am on you. She felt the smooth head of his very hard erection as he mounted her from behind. Usually she loved this position, but they both knew what it would do to her burning bottom and legs.

That being said she spread and arched as much as her bonds would allow welcoming his push inside her, even with the plug, even with her sensitized flesh. He began a driving rhythm that she loved, finally pushing on her clit, molding the hard little nub like clay, the blaze on her skin from the punishment doing nothing to diminish the build from the orgasm, only seeming to make her more aware of all the different nerves all along the
outside
of her skin as well. Her orgasm came on her like a tsunami, crashing over her shaking and destroying everything in it’s path. She cried out her desire over and over as it shook over her, breaking her apart. Without the restraints she felt she’d fly off the bed, but they were there and he was there to keep her secure and safe and warm and on earth.

As she felt herself ease back down on the bed linens. He unhooked her legs and slide her over. He kept her hips elevated lazily playing with her breast. she wanted to sleep, but could only look at him.
Oh no, she had a feeling she knew what that look meant.
He straddled her, continuing to play wit her breast. The mat that he used when working out was uncomfortable against her tender bottom and now she realized why it was there and not a pillow like he occasionally used to elevate her hips. A pillow would of been so much more comfortable against her tender backside.
Before she could think any more his mouth was a hot wet suction at her nipples, teasing them with his velvet tongue. Soon she began to moan in frustration and before she knew it her hips were moving in supplication again.

Moving down her body he took her sore rump in his huge palms and
oh no - oh yes
he said with his eyes. He placed her legs on his shoulders. Her
sore
thighs and calves on his shoulders and began to administer the most incredible oral sex imaginable as she struggled once again with her pain and pleasure. Twisting and turning beneath his knowledgeable and skillful mouth she was completely enslaved to him, to the moment and to her own captivated body. His tongue swirled softly, then firmly over her clit changing speeds, pressures and intensities.

Eventually when her legs started to shake with desire - for the third time - he wrapped her legs around his lower body and slowly, leisurely entered her grateful pussy, even unhooking her arms. She wrapped herself around him, ignoring any pain, ignoring the inserted plug, ignoring anything but is plunging into her, his pleasure, their pleasure. Not able to hold back and her sweet unhinged response K plunged into her wet recesses. She was hot and wet and wild as he plundered her over and over, faster and faster until she made keening noises. Francine held on to him, he was like a battering ram hitting her body and she welcomed every stroke until finally her orgasm was upon her again, breaking her apart, pushing her over the edge where all she had was him to hold onto, and hold on she did, gripping him so tight K thought she’d squeeze the life out of him and suck his cock dry - and they’d both die from the pleasure.

* * *

Dinner that evening consisted of a lamb chop prepared medium rare with a red wine sauce and garlic mashed potatoes with broccoli. There was also a rustic loaf of dark bread. All very Outback like, but better. Her usual flippant tongue would have wasted no time launching into the “Outback like”, comment along with another guess at what “K might stand for, but at this point she wasn't sure her sore bottom could take too much more. See even she could learn - sometimes. She had struggled weakly, but he would not be deterred from what he called taking proper care of "his new submissive’s perfect skin". He’d rubbed her sore bottom with ointment and wrapped her in the sheet and heavy duvet. It felt like it took a long time until she’d stopped shaking from her orgasm and could breath like a normal person again.

She was sitting at the table naked, well to be fair they both were. Having their lovely dinner, with a fine red wine. There was irony here, a certain humor to the fact that she was enjoying one of the best dinners of her life, while at the same time she felt like something in her was crumbling.

She looked at his stoic face across the table. K never did anything without a flair for the dramatic. Everything he did was always well thought out, so she assumed there was a point to this too, but she would not ask. She was learning, K got around to things in his own time, when he was ready. Between bites she suppressed the need to tap her foot, drum her nails on the table. She continued to eat, as patiently as she could, at least the food was quite delicious.

“So, this evening we are going to cover a few more rules Francine. There will not be many more, so pay attention.”

“Yes sir.” She said looking up at him, wary of whatever he was going to say next. She’d caught on now that manners were really important to him. Got that- don’t need to go over it again. K’s never told her he has a past in the military, but whatever past he’s had, discipline and rules must of played an important role.

She had a high degree of education herself. She wouldn't have gotten as far as she had without understanding a little about discipline. So she’d play along, if she needed to.

“So that leads us to the two rules we will discuss tonight before you leave the table Angel. The clothing I’ve generously provided you is a privilege. Many times in the past when I’ve entertained submissives I’ve told them to stay stripped down naked or maybe something very, very sheer and accessible.” She caught herself before she could roll her eyes, simply looking down at her plate. The word “submissive” grating. “When we go to bed from now on you’ll be nude. When I'm away (she looks up anxiously), you may wear one of the nightgowns I will provide you to sleep in.” Seeing her reaction he added. “I’ll always tell you before I leave, but when I'm here, there's never any clothing to bed.”

He continued a mischievous light in his eyes. “I think we both know what happens now when you break the rules.” He put down his fork and leaned back. He saw her gathering her fork and knife.

“Leave it. I’ll clear down for us. Come here and turn around for your master.” She did, like she was in a trance. Things around her still had an unreal feeling. The circumstances, being here with him. She’d never been with anyone like him before - ever. She eased carefully out of the chair and off the pillow he had placed there for her. He turned her around looking at her flesh, already the marks were fading to a light pink. He ran his hand lightly over her heated flesh, she arched in anticipation of pain, but then let out a little gasp of surprise. "Yes Francine, you’re healing really well. I really didn't switch you that hard for all the wiggling and moaning you did; you put on quite the little show for me."

He had chosen his instrument carefully, more for sound and a quick surface sting than anything else. The herbs and medicines in the ointment was taking care of any very minor damage that might have occurred. He ran his knuckles up and down her naked body, her blood came to the surface, her skin beginning to flush, but his voice was still relaxed, soothing. “It was sooo fucking sexy Francine watching you turn pink, after being so stubborn. You have a lot of spirit...” he said, admiration thick in his voice.

"Yes sir..." she said meekly, already enjoying the feel if his petting, wanting to arch against him like a cat. Her body was
so
traitorous, he was like a virtuoso and she his instrument.

“You should be able to enjoy a nice hot shower now without
too
much discomfort. I left the ointment jar sitting on the edge of the sink if you want to reapply it. And then either come in here for a movie, or bedtime. It’s late, I’ll let you decide.” There was a thoughtful pause.

“I’m tired sir, I think I’d like to go to b-
sleep
.” She corrected catching herself. K smiled, hearing her stutter. “Yes, sleep sounds good. Go ahead, enjoy your shower Angel. Good Night.”

“Good Night.” and then “Sir.”

Chapter 17

Armin drove behind K on a darkened road. It was 2:55 am and as usual K was nothing if not thorough. In the past he’d tried following him, but K always managed to elude him. He always went home between the hours of 2-5 am and always took a different route. He’d tried tracking him, but K always scanned his truck a few miles down the road for anti bugging technology. He had found and removed Armin's first bug crushing it with his truck on the way home, before disappearing into the hazy night.