Graceful Submission (3 page)

Toffer4U:
Grace?

Graceful:
I’ve thought about it before.

There, she’d said it. It was out there. There was no taking it back.

Toffer4U:
Good. Do you want to submit to me? Do you want to do exactly as I tell you, without question? Do you want to be my cyber submissive? When you come to L.A., we can play for real.

Two minutes went by as Grace fought the butterflies in her stomach, and the thoughts that ran through her brain. She’d wanted this, fantasized about it. This was her chance. She couldn’t pass it up. She typed in yes and hit enter. A smiley face popped onto her screen, and then a message popped up that made her eyes bulge.

Toffer4U:
Take off your clothes, Gracie.

Graceful:
WHAT?

Toffer4U:
Now. Take them off right now. You’re not allowed to question me. Do exactly as I say. Let me know when you’re totally naked.

Grace stared at the screen, her heart racing a mile a minute. She hadn’t been naked in front of a man in ages. Of course, she wouldn’t be naked in front of Toffer. But it felt like it. She bit her lip again. At this rate, she’d chew them off before the end of the day.

She’d said she wanted to be his cyber sub. What did she expect? Of course he’d want her naked.

Graceful:
Toffer, I …

She hit the enter button before she finished typing.

Toffer4U:
The longer you wait the harder I’m going to punish you when we meet. Do it now.

* * * * *

Toffer sat back in his chair and smiled. He could just imagine Grace in her house, nervous about taking off her clothes, even though there was no one with her. The idea made him hard as a rock and he gently stroked his cock as he waited. He’d thought about proposing webcams but had decided against it. It was more fun this way. There was more anticipation. More mystery.

It was a good three minutes before the IM button pinged and he knew that she’d been debating whether or not to follow his order. He also knew that since she was hesitating, it meant that if she said she was naked that she wasn’t lying.

Graceful:
Toffer?

Toffer4U:
Are you naked?

Graceful:
Yes.

Toffer4U:
Good. You must call me Master now. Do you understand?

Graceful:
Yes. Toffer, this makes me very nervous.

Toffer4U:
Good. And that’s strike one. I’m going to keep a running count. When you get to L.A., you’ll get licks from the paddle according to how many strikes you have. Be a good girl. How do you address me?

Graceful:
Master.

Toffer4U:
Excellent. Tell me your fantasies.

Graceful:
Just like that?

Toffer4U:
Yes. And be honest with me. I expect nothing less than total honesty because that is what I will give to you. Now tell me what you want done to you. Tell me what you expect from a Master.

Graceful:
To be dominated. I have no experience, so I don’t know what happens.

Toffer4U:
But you’ve fantasized about it. You said so yourself. I want to hear your fantasies.

Graceful:
Yes, Master.

Toffer’s cock hardened even more and he groaned. He hadn’t been called Master in so very long.

Graceful:
I want to be tied up.

He smiled; bondage was something that he loved.

Toffer4U:
We can do that. What else? Don’t make me drag it out of you.

Graceful:
I want you to spank me.

Toffer4U:
LOL. Not fair. We’ve already talked about that. Tell me two other things you’ve fantasized about. And be HONEST.

Graceful:
Blindfolds.

Toffer4U:
I like that idea, too. That encompasses the whole trust issue. One more and then we’ll move on. Don’t be embarrassed to tell me. Remember, I’m your Master now.

Graceful:
I’ve always fantasized about being fuc …

Toffer frowned as the incomplete message appeared on his screen. Then a big grin spread across his face.

Toffer4U:
Fantasized about what, Grace?

Graceful:
Forget that, I meant to hit delete, not send.

Toffer4U:
Tell me. Were you going to say fucked from behind? And I don’t mean doggy style.

Toffer waited for the replay. He knew that’s what she wanted, and he was sure she was blushing at his crude words. She wanted him to take her in the ass. He loved that she was embarrassed to admit it, because it meant that no man had ever taken her that way. He stroked his stone hard cock. If he didn’t stop, any minute now he would shoot off in his jeans.

Toffer4U:
Grace? Answer me.

Graceful:
Yes, Master. I want to be taken anally. I’ve always dreamed about it.

Toffer4U:
That’s good, baby. Relax for me. It’s gonna be all right. You’ll be begging for it before I do it, trust me. Now, take your laptop to your bedroom and lie down on your stomach in the middle of the bed. Stop by the bathroom and pick up a hairbrush on your way. Let me know when you’re in position.

He quickly shed his jeans as he imagined her walking toward her bedroom, naked, her large breasts unfettered by a bra. He’d been impressed by her photo. He couldn’t wait to suck them before he fucked the deep cavern that ran between the orbs. He knew they would be soft and hug his cock wonderfully as he pumped into them.

He stroked his cock and smiled as the ping sounded.

Graceful:
I’m there.

Toffer4U:
You have the brush?

Graceful:
Yes, Master.

Toffer4U:
Put a pillow under your hips so that your ass is high in the air. I want to know that you’re ready for the spanking you’re going to get today. The one that you’re going to give yourself since I’m not there to do it.

* * * * *

Grace stared at the screen. Had she just read that right? She looked it over again and blinked. Yes she had. He wanted her to spank herself. How was she going to do that? She stared at the brush she’d picked up. It was large with a smooth wooden back. It would sting; there was no doubt of that. But how did he expect her to spank herself. When she’d picked it up, she thought he’d have her look at it while he talked about spanking. She never expected she’d be spanking herself.

Toffer4U:
Grace, I’m waiting. And I’m not a patient man.

Graceful:
Toffer, I can’t spank myself.

Toffer4U:
Strike two. I am no longer Toffer. I am your Master now. I won’t tell you again. And yes, you can. Reach around with the brush and slap it against your ass. Do it a few times and then let me know how it feels.

Grace worried her lip and then slapped her ass with the brush. It stung slightly, but she was surprised that it felt so good. The sting shot straight to her clit and she wanted to come, now. Was she really doing this? Spanking herself at the request of someone she didn’t know? She brought the brush down harder and moaned softly. Wetness was pooling onto the pillow below her. This was so erotic. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing what he said. She slapped each side a few times. Her breath came in rapid gasps.

She imagined Toffer sitting at his house in Los Angeles. Was he hard? Did this excite him as much as it excited her? She slapped her ass a few more times and groaned.

Graceful:
Master?

Toffer4U:
Yes?

Graceful:
I did it.

Toffer4U:
Good girl. How many times? Did it sting?

Graceful:
Just a few. And yes, it stung.

Toffer4U:
Good. Did you do each side?

Graceful:
Yes.

Toffer4U:
Do ten on each cheek. Hard. Imagine that it’s me holding the brush. Your Master, spanking you. Punishing you for not remembering that I’m your Master and not Toffer any more. You’re submitting to me, Grace. Doing what I want. Do it now.

Grace didn’t hesitate this time. She brought the brush down harder with each swing. She imagined Toffer standing behind her, imagined that it was him slapping her ass with the brush. And it excited her. Excited her more than anything had in years. After she’d delivered the final stroke, she reported her success to her Master.

Toffer4U:
Good girl. Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you were thinking about.

Graceful:
It stings. And I was thinking it was you. I wanted you to spank me.

Toffer4U:
And I will, Gracie. Be patient. You have a three-part assignment for tonight. First, I want you to stand in the corner naked for ten minutes. Stick your nose against the wall with your hands clasped behind your back. When your time’s up you can bring yourself to orgasm. Do you want to come? Are you wet for me?

Graceful:
Yes, Master.

Toffer4U:
Good. Very good. Think of me when you play with your clit. Secondly, I want you to shave your pussy for me. Entirely bald. Understand?

Graceful:
Yes, Master.

Toffer4U:
And third, I want you to write a few paragraphs on why you want to submit to me, why the idea of being a submissive appeals to you and what you hope to gain from it. And I want you to be specific. We’ll IM tomorrow at eight.

Grace stared at the screen. What did she hope to gain from this? She wasn’t sure why the idea of submission appealed to her; she just knew that it did. She’d have to do some serious soul searching tonight.

Toffer4U:
Tomorrow at eight sharp. And make sure you’re naked.

His icon disappeared and Grace stood and walked toward the corner, her stomach in knots as she looked at the clock and began to form the list in her mind.

Chapter Three

Note to self: Submission doesn’t mean weakness; it means exploring your wants and desires and being strong enough to give control of yourself to someone else.

To Do List:

Write paragraphs about submission for Master

Do more research on D/s on the Web

Be naked by eight

Try to evict the butterflies that have taken up residence in my stomach

Grace turned her rear toward the bathroom mirror and bit her lower lip. There were no real marks from her spanking from last night. But she knew they were there, the lingering ache from the spanking she’d given herself under Toffer’s direction. No, not Toffer, she corrected herself, Master. She’s spanked herself under Master’s direction.

She sighed as she turned toward the mirror. Her naked mons looked strange to her, but she was proud of herself for following Master’s direction to the letter. She’d stood in the corner for ten minutes, feeling wonderfully naughty as she put her nose against the wall. Then brought herself to orgasm, screaming Toffer’s name as she went over the edge.

After that, she’d started on her reasons why D/s appealed to her. She’d stayed up most of the night trolling websites to find out information on submission to see if she could explain her attraction to the idea. She’d been surprised to find herself agreeing with so much of the information that she’d read. But the thought of discussing it with Master was scaring her half to death. Her hands were shaking as the clock moved toward eight.

At least he was letting her do it through instant messaging. She wasn’t sure she would be able to voice her reasons out loud. Writing them had been hard enough.

The IM program dinged at eight sharp. Grace took a deep breath and looked at the screen.

Toffer4U:
Hello, Gracie. Are you naked?

Graceful:
Yes, Master.

Toffer4U:
Good girl. How are you feeling today?

Graceful:
Nervous.

Toffer4U:
And how did your writing go?

Graceful:
It was a little difficult. I gave it a lot of thought.

Toffer4U:
That was the idea. This little exercise serves several purposes. It will give me a better understanding of what you want in a D/s relationship. It will help us get to know each other better as we discuss the ins and outs of our relationship. It will also help us build trust; that’s the most important thing in a D/s relationship. You have to trust your Master. Do you trust me?

Graceful:
It seems weird to say yes, since we haven’t met face to face. But, yes, I trust you, Master.

Toffer4U:
I’m glad to hear that. Now, upload your paragraphs to me and we’ll see what’s what. While I’m reading, I want you to play with your nipples and clit. But don’t come. Every orgasm you have from now on will be under my direction, and only when I give you permission.

* * * * *

Toffer stared at the words that filled his computer screen. Grace had done her duty well. She’d written three concise paragraphs that showed that she’d spent a great deal of time thinking about the subject, which is exactly what Toffer wanted her to do.

He imagined her lying on her bed right now, stroking her clit and pulling on her nipples. Soft moans would be coming out of her mouth. He took a drink of water and re-read the paragraphs.

The idea of sexual submission fascinates me on many levels. I’ve thought about it for several years, and even suggested the idea of bondage to my ex-husband, who promptly called me a freak. So I buried any feelings that I had, until you came along.

Emotionally, I want to give over control to you because, if truth be told, I want to experience kinky without the guilt that comes with it. Knowing that I’m doing something because you want me to will do that. I don’t know if that’s the right reason, but it’s the one that I’ve come up with after a few hours of soul-searching. I imagine that this type of relationship brings a mental connection like I’ve never felt before. And, I want to feel it. By opening myself up sexually, I feel that I can open myself up mentally, too, and make a bond with another person.

Physically, and I know this is where you want me to get specific, I want to experience stimulation that goes beyond the normal realm of sex. I like sex, and I enjoy contact with another person. I want to experience some extremes, including spanking, bondage, and anal sex.