Graceful Submission (12 page)

“I blame my laxness on the fact that I’ve been bewitched by you. The minute I saw you, I couldn’t wait to fuck you. Tomorrow, we’ll spend time in the dungeon. I’m going to teach you about delaying orgasm. And I’m going to teach you about how pain can turn into pleasure, which means I’m going to introduce you to the clit clamp.”

Grace widened her eyes and took another bite. She’d been dreading that clit clamp. But his other words affected her more than the idea of the clamp. She bewitched him? Those words buried themselves in her brain and took root. He’d kicked a beautiful model out of his house and Grace bewitched him. Did she dare hope that he loved her? She knew that she was feeling love for him.

“Here’s how tonight’s going to work. When I’m done feeding you you’re going to stand in the corner for thirty minutes. Then we’ll watch some TV and go to bed, just like an old married couple. Except for the fact that I’m going to tie you to the bed before you go to sleep. You’ll sleep bound to the bed frame.”

Grace shook her head violently. There was no way she could sleep while she was tied up. No way at all.

“Yes. I’m impressed that you didn’t talk, but that doesn’t change what’s going to happen. This will put you in a very submissive frame of mind for tomorrow. This involves trust, Lolly. You have to trust me not to bind you too tightly, not to make it so you would get hurt. Do you trust me, Grace?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Then let us begin.”

Chapter Eleven

Note to self: Giving up control can be a magical thing.

To Do List:

Follow Master’s instructions

Grace woke and tried to stretch. When her arms refused to budge she took a deep breath and told herself not to panic. Master was not in bed with her, but she knew that he was in the house somewhere. Maybe he was in the dungeon, getting ready for their “play date” as he’d called it last night.

The cuffs were locked together. A rope ran through them that was looped through a bar attached to Grace’s nightstand. The leg cuffs were tied together with a rope and attached to the bed frame. Grace had fought terror last night when Toffer had tied her. She’d begged and pleaded with him not to do it. He’d stroked her hair and asked calmly if she wanted to use her safe word. She’d refused. When she was fully bound to the bed, he’d laid down next to her and jacked himself off while she watched. Then he’d cleaned up, turned out the light and gone to sleep.

He’d left enough leeway in the ropes that Grace could turn if she needed to, which she did, but still sleep didn’t come. She lay awake for an hour listening to him snore softly. She fought panic several times, and finally fallen asleep with her face facing toward him.

Now she pulled on the ropes and found that they wouldn’t budge. He must have tightened them up when he woke.

“Master?” The need to pee was growing. “Master, please? Where are you?”

“I’m here, Lolly.” He came down the stairs from the dungeon, a smile on his face. “Sleep well?”

“Not really.”

“That’s too bad, because I liked it. We’ll have to do this again. I know a man who attached his submissive’s collar to the bed every night before they went to sleep. He said it was highly erotic and now I know what he meant.”

“Master, I need to pee.” Grace wiggled to make her point.

He laughed. “I’m sure you do.” He undid the ropes quickly and patted her butt when she scooted past him. “Come to the dungeon door and knock when you’re done, but don’t come in.”

Grace did her business, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

She stuck her tongue at the ropes as she walked by the bed. She may not have liked it, but she knew he did, and that made it a little better for her. She knocked on the door of the dungeon, her heart in her throat. Today was the day. She would get to see the dungeon and experience its thrills, and chills, firsthand.

Master opened the door and stepped onto the landing, closing the door behind him. “Leave Grace at the door. In here, you’re Lolly, understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. I’m sure you’ve noticed that I haven’t put a collar on you. When you collar a sub it’s very private and beautiful. It denotes that you’re pledged to each other, she to submitting to you; you to taking care of her. I’m going to put a collar on you just for today, to put you in the right frame of mind. One of these days I might collar you permanently, but we have to discuss that, and its implications, before it happens.”

Grace smiled. Butterflies were doing cartwheels in her belly.

“Kneel.”

Grace knelt, her heart pounding as a slim leather collar went around her neck. Master fastened it at the front and slipped a small lock through the fastener. When he clicked the lock into place, she moaned.

“Let’s go inside, Lolly.”

He opened the door and led her inside. Grace stared at the room. Three walls and the ceiling were done totally in mirrors. In the center was a St. Andrew’s Cross. It was lying flat, up enough off the ground so that the person who was bound to it could be easily accessible for sex. The odd wall contained an assortment of floggers, crops, and leather belts. Set into the wall was a restraining bolt where a person could be tied.

A person? Who was she kidding? That person would be her. Against another wall sat a chair with restraints, and a refrigerator. A refrigerator? Grace raised her eyebrows and Master laughed.

“You never know what’s going to come in handy. Go to the cross and lie down on it.”

Grace fought to control her breath as Master strapped her to the cross. There were bindings on her ankles and thighs, on her wrists and upper arms, and around her waist. He walked around her, trailing his fingers along her skin.

When he was done, he gathered first one breast, and then the other in his hands. “I haven’t paid enough attention to your breasts. They’re wonderful, you know, and I’ve basically ignored them. Let’s remedy my oversight, shall we?”

He took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. He rolled it back and forth, pinching in various degrees while Grace worked to hold back moans. It felt so wonderful.

“Nice, plump nipples. Did you practice with your clamps?”

Master pulled her nipples upwards, lifting her breasts high in the air. Grace fought the urge to hiss her delight, and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

“Good. I think I need a little taste.”

He sucked first one nipple, and then the other. Then he pushed them together and sucked them both into his mouth. Grace moaned as he gathered both her nipples in his teeth and flicked his tongue over the nubs.

“Master.”

He lifted up long enough to tell her to shush. Then his tongue went back to work on each nipple, laving each one with his tongue before taking it between his teeth and lightly biting them and nibbling around the aureole.

“You know what I think we need to buy? Little suction cups. I’d love to attach them and watch the pressure, and pleasure, spread throughout your body. Watch your nipples tighten inside them. They’re such beautiful little nubs.”

Grace was in heaven. Her nipples loved every minute of the attention. When the first nipple clamp was applied, her loud “ouch,” filled the room.

“Silence, Lolly. If I need to gag you, I will. No more sounds.”

The second clamp went on and Lolly bit her lip. The pain wasn’t bad, and she’d felt the clamps before. Her mind knew that the real pain was just around the corner. The clit clamp couldn’t be far behind the nipple clamps.

Master straddled her and pushed her breasts together, sliding his cock between them and pumping her.

“Do you like this, Lolly?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. I do, too. But I have a few things I want to add, first.”

When he got up Grace felt abandoned. She wanted him back, wanted the feel of his weight on her, the touch of his body.

“Lift your head.” He slid a black blindfold over her eyes and Grace let out a cry.

“No, please, Master, I want to watch.”

“Speak again without permission and I’ll gag you.”

She could hear him moving about, the opening and closing of the refrigerator door. What was he doing? Was he going to use whipped cream? That would be cool. She felt his presence between her outstretched legs. His fingers gently parted her nether lips. And then he waited. And waited. It seemed like hours, but Grace knew it had only been minutes.

The tip of something extremely cold touched her clit and Grace lifted off the table, biting off the second half of the word, “cold” before the object made its way down her slit and into her pussy.

It was cold, very, very, very cold.

“It’s a glass cock,” Master said. “I bought several just for you, in various shapes and designs. The site said they hold temperature very well, and can cause wonderful sensations. Tell me what you’re feeling now.”

“Cold. Very, very cold. Too cold.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. Your clit likes it.” He pulled on her hardened nub and Grace moaned. Then she let out a scream as a clamp came down on her tender flesh.

“Master. No, please, no!”

He began to fuck her harder with the cock, the cold mixing with the now cooling temperature of her skin, melding together with the hotness coming from her clamped clit.

“I’m going to come. Master, I’m going to come!”

“Don’t you dare. You do and you’ll get twenty strokes from the crop. You’ll come when I say.”

Master pulled on the clamp and Grace tried to lift her bound body into it. She bit her lip and forced down the need to explode. It felt so fucking good.

“Please!” The moan reverberated through the room.

He pulled the glass cock from her and undid the clamps. Blood rushed back into her clit and nipples.

“No. You can wait.”

The urge to come was maddening. She was right on the edge, afraid that the slightest bit of sensation would drive her over.

He crouched next to her ear. “Was the pain good? Did you like it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“When you come it will be like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It won’t be totally from the pain. It will be a mixture of that, and of delaying your gratification. You have to trust me to guide you through this.”

The clamps were reapplied to her nipples. This time there was a little less pressure than last time. She didn’t jump when he clamped her clit this time. She heard him attach the chains together and then felt a pull on the clamps as he attached it to a chain that was above her. The glass cock was slipped back inside her.

“Three minutes, Lolly. How much the chains are pulled depends on you. If you move, you will pull on the clamps and increase your sensations. If I were you, I would hold still. You have three minutes.”

He moved away from her and Grace tried to sense where he was. She knew he was watching her. She moved and the chains on her clamps, attached to the one in the ceiling, tightened and pulled.

“Ouch, Master, please.”

“Two and a half more minutes. Close your eyes and concentrate. Concentrate on what you’re feeling.”

Close her eyes? She was already blindfolded. She did as he said, and a whole new sensation came over her. She could almost see him watching her. That thought pushed her even farther and she wiggled, pulling on the chain and increasing her sensations.

“Master! I can’t help it. I’ve got to come.”

“Don’t do it, Lolly. Your punishment may well be missing out on my other plans for the afternoon.”

Grace relaxed, trying to control her breathing. She counted in her brain to take her mind off the feelings building inside her body. In the back of her mind, she heard Master say there was forty-five more seconds.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you. You look so beautiful. Twenty more seconds.”

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

The tension on her clips was released, and the clamps came off quickly.

“Very good, my Lolly-girl. All done.”

“May I come now, Master?” Her breathing was ragged. Master pulled the blindfold from her eyes as he straddled her.

“Not yet.” He gathered her breasts, poured warm oil between them and slid himself inside the cavern they made.

“So good. Is the cock still cold?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. When I come, then you can come, not before. Make sure the cock stays in your pussy.”

Each thrust of his cock between her breasts brought Grace a step closer to orgasm. She knew that when she came it would be hot, blowing the roof off anything she’d ever felt. Master reached down and pinched her nipples, never stopping his thrusts.

“Who owns these nipples?”

“You do, Master.”

I can’t hold on, please!

“And that glass-filled pussy?”

“You do, Master. Please, I can’t wait, please!”

“Then say it again!”

“You own my pussy. You do. Master, Master, I belong to you!”

Grace felt the first streams of his come hit her chin.

“Grace, fuck, need, love, oh …”

He increased the pressure on her breasts and she knew she’d be sore in the morning, but she didn’t care, she’d be sore in all the places for what she just heard him say. He loved her, he really did.

She knew she could come now and she wiggled to try and get the cock inside her to come into contact with her clit. She lifted her head when Master turned and buried his face between her thighs. His teeth found her clit and she came, screaming out her pleasure as he ran his tongue back and forth between her captured flesh.

When her orgasm subsided he ran his tongue up and down her pussy, pulling the cock from it gently and replacing it with his tongue. He licked her folds over and over, and then stood and waggled the cock at her.

“It’s still cold,” he said with wonder in his voice.

“Not near as cold as it was,” Grace said.

“Did you enjoy that, Lolly-girl?”

“Yes, Master.”

He undid the bindings and helped her to her feet. She was unsteady and he pulled her into his arms.

“I think it’s time for a rest.”

He led them to the bed and when they were nestled between the covers he fell asleep immediately. Grace’s flesh was still throbbing. She rose up on an elbow and stared at him. It was amazing to her that since their first fight, she’d never once thought of him as Drake Dawson. To her, he was Toffer Shelley. She fit easily into Toffer’s world. Where, she wondered, would she fit into Drake’s?