Undercover Submissive (6 page)

She got off the spanking bench and stood feeling the strange plug with every movement of her body.  It felt foreign and oddly erotic as she followed him.  As he led her to the door of the dungeon, she
remembered the servant upstairs.  "Shouldn't I dress, Sir."  She was sure he'd just forgotten.

"Unless I have company you will remain undressed in my home." He walked out the door expecting her to follow.

Cayce was floored at the notion that the servant could walk out and see her like this and her face turned crimson again.  She looked at the floor on their way back upstairs and into his bedroom.  She let out a long breath as he shut the door behind them, glad she hadn't been noticed.

"My servants are very well trained," he smiled at her nervousness.  The sooner she came to understand her place in his household the more confident she would feel.  "Do you need to use the bathroom before we rest?"

"Yes, Sir," her cheeks were going to remain flushed, she decided as his words embarrassed her again.

"Walk over to the bed and lay on your stomach," he commanded softly.

Following his orders quickly, she rested on her stomach and felt his hands spreading her cheeks slowly pulling out the plug.  Her core tensed at the sensation and she bit back a moan.  His hand landing on her backside made her jump as she wasn't expecting it.

"Finish up and get back to me," he stated his eyes glancing toward the bathroom.  His cock was straining against his pants and he decided before bed he would teach her one last thing.  As she closed the door, he stripped and laid on the bed waiting.

She quickly used the bathroom knowing he would be displeased if she made him wait.  When she walked back out and saw his incredible body completely laid out in all its glory on the bed her heart fell into her stomach.  He was so beautiful to look upon with his strong arms, wide chest, muscular thighs and even his feet.  When her eyes fell upon his huge shaft she stopped walking toward the bed and stopped. He was enormous, she thought to herself as she forced her feet to continue walking until she was at the edge of the bed.

He patted the bed for her to join him and she climbed up without hesitation.  "I'm not going to use you tonight," he told her without emotion.  He had considered it but he enjoyed the idea of her pleasuring herself and it went along with his training schedule tomorrow.  "You're going to bring yourself to orgasm for me by following exactly what I tell you to do." 

This was also a lead up to another day of training he had planned, everything he did had a purpose.  "Lay back on the bed," he commanded softly watching her as she followed his lead.  "Spread your legs wide," smiling at her compliance he continued, "now slowly rub a finger over your clit."

Cayce bit her lip as she followed his instructions feeling almost empowered as he told her to touch herself.  Never in her life had she thought she would ever enjoy having someone watch her this way, but it was so much more intense than doing it on her own.

"Slide two fingers inside," he leaned up on his side watching her finger delve inside, enjoying the picture she made for him.  "Ride your fingers, for me," as her eyes closed he watched her come undone and smiled.  "Turn over now."

She couldn't believe she'd just brought herself to orgasm in front of him.  She tensed as she felt his fingers slide inside her core briefly then moved to her rear stretching the tight flesh there, using her own fluids as lubrication.   Then he slid the plug into her backside easily. 

"Now you're going to watch me, and learn what gets me off," he waited until she had turned back to him before stroking his long, thick length.  "I like to start very slow, working my cock from base to head," he demonstrated.  "Then I like to have the head rubbed over and start again."  With unhurried movements he worked his cock watching her face the entire time to be sure she was paying attention.  She would be learning to please him this way during another training session.

He built the tempo up slowly into a fast rhythm, pumping hard until his body ejaculated with a small soft stream.  "Have you ever tasted a man before?"

"No, Sir," she whispered knowing what was coming without being told.

"Taste me," he held his cock as she shyly allowed her tongue to run over the engorged head. 

The taste was slightly salty and not unpleasant. With a little more courage she lapped a larger amount that ran down the wide thickness of him.  His shaft twitched against her mouth and filled her with a sense of power. 

"That's enough for now," if she continued he was going to move ahead and fuck her and he didn't like steering away from his own plans.  "Lay back on the bed."  She quickly did as he asked and he clamped her cuffs to a small chain.  "Get some rest, you did well
tonight."  Reaching over he turned off the lamp on his side of the bed and the room was turned to darkness.

She lay completely still for several moments, stunned that he had shackled her to sleep.  As she moved her wrists she discovered that she could move them above her head, but that was about it.  Knowing she would never sleep this way, she closed her eyes at least hoping to rest them.

4 Day One

Dylan's internal clock woke him up just as the sun was starting to rise and he rolled over, glancing at his new pet.  All her defenses were down as she slept and he had to admit to never waking to a more beautiful site.  Careful not to wake her, he undid the clasp that chained her cuffs.  Slowly sliding down the sheet, he admired her body.  Her firm legs were parted slightly, giving him an incredible view of her sex.  Without hesitation his fingers slightly grazed over the inviting flesh before a single digit dipped in, pleased that even as she rested her core bloomed for him, drenching him with her passion.

Cayce was having the most amazing dream and moaned slightly.  Her hips arched slowly off the mattress arching toward her dream lovers touch. Her breasts ached as the tight buds tightened, her own hands reaching up to cup their fullness then slowly flutter across the peaks in hunger.

She slept soundly, he surmised as his finger slowly worked inside of her. He wondered how she had hidden her own passionate nature so long as he added another finger, stretching her before allowing his mouth to trail down between her thighs and take their place.  Lifting her hips in his hands his mouth suckled the small nub of her core then lightly allowed his teeth to graze it.

Cayce awoke to the site of his beautiful head between her thighs and the most incredible pleasure she could imagine.  Biting back a whimper her hands grasped his shoulders as his tongue delved in and retreated, leaving her on the edge of fulfillment.  When he lifted his head, she groaned in frustration.

"Good morning girl," he slid off the bed and stood up, his sex thick and hard against his ripped abdomen.

"Good morning, Sir," she clenched her thighs together tightly to fight the need that he had awakened in her.

"Stand up and offer me your hands," he gave a small smirk knowing just how aroused she was.  He wanted her on that edge and removed the leather cuffs that encased her wrists as she held them out.  Lowering to his knee he lifted one up as if he would ask her to sit on it, "put your foot up." He removed her ankle cuff.  "Now the other," he removed the other cuff.  His tongue flicked out over the soft petals of her sex before standing again.  "Stand."

Without thought she stood, her body trembling at the ache he had created. She held up her hair, with both hands as he touched her elbow.  Her sex clenched painfully and she whimpered without thought.  She was rewarded with a swift slap on her rear before she felt his hands move to her collar and quickly remove it.

"Come," he turned and walked into the bathroom, knowing she would follow.  He turned on the shower and checked the temperature before motioning with his hand for her to step in. 

Her legs trembled as she stepped under the warm spray.  Her hands lowered to her sides as she waited for his next command.  After a few moments he joined her.  His hands held s bar of scented soap and a rag, he placed them on the small rack and then turned his attention to her.

"You will wash me," he almost smiled when she grabbed the cloth and soap but stopped himself while grabbing her wrist.  "Use the soap and your hands," he demanded on a low tone.

Lathering the soap in her hands, she began bathing him having no idea if she was doing this right.  She had never bathed a man before but was discovering she enjoyed getting to know his body.  His biceps were strong and tense under her hesitant ministrations.  His chest was broad and completely devoid of hair.  She allowed her hands to run over his nipples, finding it strange how different they were from her own.

Grasping the soap again, she ran it over the muscled ridges of his abdomen and bit her lip at how beautiful his body was.  His long thick legs were perfection, muscled and firm and tensing under hands as well.  She had no idea why but her body grew even more aroused with every touch against his heated skin.  Moving behind him, she
kneaded
his shoulders with her soapy hands and lowered to his rounded backside.  He was beautiful, she thought with a sigh.

His sex twitched as her hands continued to explore him and he was hard pressed not to pull her in front of her and force her into a kneel to pleasure him.  This was just a shower, he had never thought that such an inexperienced woman could affect him this way.  He reached back and pulled her in front of him.  "Finish the job girl," he spoke more roughly than he intended.

Her hands trembled as she put more lather on her hands and lowered them to his huge sex.  She caressed his thick shaft in the way he had shown her last night in his bed that he enjoyed.  In curiosity
she cupped his sack and was shocked at his quick intake of breath.  Thinking she had hurt him, she let her hands fall quickly.

He chuckled softly at her reaction.  "You didn't hurt me girl, now make me come," he stated with a bit of gruffness.

His words shocked her somewhat but her hand quickly moved back to his shaft and she stroked him again.  She loved the feeling of the softness that covered the steel of length.  Cayce had never really cared about learning the topography of a male's body before, but she discovered she wanted to know everything that pleased this man.  Her fingers couldn't fit around his wide girth but she grasped him as good as she could and begin stroking him. 

Pulling himself out of her hands, he turned and stood under the spray washing off the soap before turning off the shower.   He pushed slightly down on her shoulders indicating that she should kneel.  "Continue," he demanded and was somewhat surprised as her mouth found him. "Your hands only!" The girl's mouth felt incredible on his cock, but he was not ready to move forward with that training exercise yet.

Her face flushed at the reprimand, but her hand quickly replaced her mouth.  She pumped him with slow even strokes, amazed as his shaft grew even long and thicker. Pressing her thighs together again, she was amazed at how touching him seemed to only make her body ache to find release.

His hand covered hers as he quickened the pace, they had many things to accomplish today and his cock was near to bursting already.  He helped her get him off quickly, and bit back his own groan of fulfillment.  "Now clean me girl," he stated in a no nonsense voice. 

She released him and reached up for the soap but his soft chuckle stopped her.  She understood what he meant then and flushed again.  Her tongue lightly flicked out and lapped at his essence, before allowing her tongue to lave across the small stream that remained on the head of his shaft.  Her tongue ran over the thick length of him and her eyes closed at how exciting she found this small task.

"Stop," he was very close to getting hard again and this was not where he planned on taking her education today.  As she released him, he grabbed the cloth and turned on the faucet wetting it.  He wiped her face first before cleaning his cock and his ass.  "You're learning very well," he smiled and stepped out of the tub, retrieving a towel.

As he handed it to her she was smiling at his praise and dried him carefully. She was somewhat shocked as he took the towel and dried her with a strange tenderness.  As the towel patted her sex, she held back a groan at the ache even the smallest touch gave her. She wanted to arch against his hand there but somehow knew he would not be pleased so she refrained.

She was doing so well for someone untrained, he thought as he walked back out to the bedroom.  He knew she was still aroused and planned on keeping her that way for now.  The lesson wasn't one of cruelty though, she was about to walk down in front of his servants and he wanted her mind on him, more than on her own nudity.  He placed her cuffs and collar back on and instructed her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  Walking into the bathroom, leaving her in that position, he cleansed the plug before walking back out.

He dressed quickly in a pair of shorts and polo shirt, and even slid on a pair of sandals before walking back over to her.  Rubbing the plug against her wet sex, he was pleased at the moisture there.  Parting her ass cheeks he slid the plug back in place, pleased that her body didn't resist as much as it had last night.  "We will eat now," he walked toward the door and held it open for her.

He meant for her to walk downstairs in broad daylight, she surmised and felt her heart skip a bit.  The servants, she wondered if they were still here and felt her face heat.  Lowering her head and forgetting her posture she walked out the door he held.  It was one thing to be alone with him in this state of undress, but those people were just servants, she thought in humiliation.

The sting of his hand on her bare bottom startled her out of her thoughts and she bit her lip miserably.  She had disappointed him, she thought to herself and quickly changed her stance.  Her sex still ached and the strange plug she wore made her feel like a walking sex sign, even so she didn't like the idea that he wasn't happy with her.

Thankfully as they made it into the elegant dining room there were no servants to greet them.  She thought with a relieved sigh that maybe he had asked them to give them privacy.  He held out a chair for her at the table to the right of the head chair and she sat down.  The strange plug pushed deeper inside of her at the motion and she jumped slightly.

"You will grow accustomed to it," his voice was understanding, knowing that this would take some getting adjusted to for her.  He rang the small bell on the table knowing that this next lesson would
probably be harder for her.  As the male servant walked in he could see her eyes widen as she quickly lowered her head so her long hair would cover her breasts.  That was not acceptable he thought, and told the servant to bring in their breakfast.

"I should punish you for that," he warned in quiet tone.  "You are to always be proud of your body, now move your hair." 

His command left no doubts in her mind what he expected and even as she blushed, she pulled the strands behind her shoulders and pushed out her breasts.  Her entire body was trembling at the action and she clenched her hands in her lap nervously.

The servant walked back in with their covered trays and sat them down before Dylan.  If he noticed that there was a naked woman at the table, she thought, then he obviously wasn't showing it.  Keeping her eyes lowered while her head was raised she could only hope that he would leave quickly.  He uncovered the trays and another female servant brought out a carafe with a small pitcher of milk and a ceramic bowl.  Then they were left alone again.  She expelled the breath she had been holding.

"You did well girl," he smiled at her compliance.  He could see the flush covering her cheeks but she had done remarkably well, he thought.  His hand moved under the table and across her thigh and found her sex.  He was more than pleased to find her silken folds soaked with her own juices.  Sliding two fingers inside of her he slowly worked her body until she came undone. 

She bit her lips to stop the cry that threatened to escape as she found release.  Knowing at any minute the servants could have walked in intensified the pleasure she felt.  There was a part of her that wondered why she didn't feel shame at that thought.  The other could care less as she enjoyed the completion she found at his fingers.  As he lifted his fingers to her mouth she understood what he wanted and licked them.  It was strange to taste her own flavor, but oddly enough she wasn't repelled like she thought she would have been.

He pulled his fingers back and another smile found his face.  There was such a sweet submissive aching to be unleashed, he thought to himself.  How she had hidden from her own nature all this time was mind-boggling to him.  He lifted a fork from the table and began feeding her eggs.  She seemed a little shocked at the action but eagerly ate from his hand. 

It was a little strange to be fed like a baby, but she decided it was something she could easily get used to.  He even lifted her cup to her lips as she drank and it was all oddly comforting.  It was so at odds with how he commanded her but at the same time it was like surrendering her will to him.  She was still considering this side of him when he stood.

"We will talk about today's training now," he waited until she stood before walking back to his study.  "Sit in the chair," he moved behind the desk and waited as she sat.  He noted how careful she was with the plug in place and smiled, soon it would be second nature to her.

"Normally I would not discuss what I planned each day, but I am also unaccustomed to training people with no experience in my lifestyle.  I want you to understand Cayce that if anything happens that you feel unwilling to move forward with you must use your safe words."  He knew that a untrained submissive would already be more unwilling to mention her own fears, but with her it also worried him that she would go beyond what she was physically  or emotionally comfortable with in order to be ready for the scene they would stage in hopes of finding her sister.  She needed much more time under his training than she was going to get and the thought was not sitting well with him.

"I haven't been introduced to anything I can't handle, Sir," she blushed furiously at admitting this but it was the truth in her opinion.

He chuckled softly at her admission, proud that her voice wasn't shaking as she spoke with him today.  "See that it remains that way and we will have no issues.  If something is abhorrent to you after we try it, you are to let me know immediately." 

"You have my promise, Sir," she felt more than a little empowered at his concerns, and strangely enough more willing to please him.

"Good girl," he smiled feeling some of his doubts eased, "because today we introduce you to the flogger." He watched her body tense and knew she expected pain.