Graceful Submission (4 page)

Toffer smiled to himself and looked at the clock. He’d give Grace a few more minutes to stew, to wonder what he was thinking about what she’d written. He wished she was here in the room with him right now. He’d have her sign a contract and then he’d spank her little ass until she was screaming in pleasure. And he knew that she would be.

He and Grace were a match. The only problem was the 2,000 miles that separated them. His cock was straining against his pants. In his mind’s eye, Grace was kneeling on the bed in front of him, her hand between her thighs, begging him to let her come. He stroked his hardness and smiled, and then put his fingers on the keyboard again.

* * * * *

Toffer4U:
Grace? Have you allowed yourself to come? Remember you have to have my permission.

Grace turned toward her laptop, wiped her fingers on a towel and sighed. She was so very, very wet, and it had been hard not to come at the idea of Master reading her letter, but she hadn’t.

Graceful:
No, Master. May I have an orgasm, please?

Toffer4U:
No. You wrote a good letter, little one. But on the physical side, you only named off the things we’d already discussed last night. I was serious when I said I was keeping a record for when you’re in
California
. That’s three marks.

Grace stared at the screen. Was he serious? Then she shook her head. Of course he was serious. That’s what this was all about.

Graceful:
I’m sorry, Master.

Toffer4U:
Right off the top of your head, tell me five things that you want to experience as a submissive. You have one minute.

Her hands shook as she racked her brain. What could she tell him? This was where trust came into play. She had to open up, and she had to do it now.

Toffer4U:
You have forty seconds.

Graceful:
Hot wax. Orgasm delay. Punishment.

Toffer4U:
That’s two. We’ve already discussed punishment. You have 27 seconds left.

Graceful:
Nipple clamps. Role playing.

Grace shook her head. One more. She only needed one more. She didn’t want to disappoint him on what was technically their first outing together. What else did she want?

Toffer4U:
Fourteen seconds. If you go over your time limit you’ll be applying the hairbrush to your backside again.

Graceful:
Blindfolds. Wearing a collar and a leash.

Had she really just said that? Grace felt her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’d just given this man permission to attach a collar around her neck and lead her around on a leash. She should be horrified. Instead, she was absolutely thrilled that it had come out.

Toffer4U:
Good, Gracie. A collar denotes ownership, and you will belong to me. How are you feeling right now?

Graceful:
Nervous. Very nervous.

Toffer4U:
Are you wet?

Graceful:
Yes.

Toffer4U:
Come for me. Ride it out. Stroke that clit and pull on your nipples, and make noise. Think of me there, watching you come for me, watching the passion rip through your pussy.

Grace moved one hand between her breasts. She twisted her nipples and dipped her free hand into her wetness and pulled on her clit, moaning out her pleasure as she worked her nipples and clit. She was so hot that, she came instantly, bucking her hips off the bed as she imagined Master standing behind her, applying a flogger to her backside, urging her to come harder.

Toffer4U:
Was it good?

Graceful:
Yes, Master. So very good.

Toffer4U:
What were you thinking about when you came?

Graceful:
You.

Toffer4U:
And what was I doing?

Graceful:
Whipping me with a flogger.

Toffer4U:
I’m stroking my cock right now, Grace. Tell me what you’d do if you were kneeling in front of me.

Graceful:
I’d suck you.

Toffer4U:
Explain it to me. In detail.

Grace was still reeling from her orgasm. She closed her eyes and imagined herself on her knees, Toffer’s hard cock in front of her mouth.

Graceful:
I’d open my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head, lapping at the slit, tasting you.

Grace waited for Toffer to answer and then mentally slapped herself when she realized his hands were busy. She decided it was time to go into full-blown writer mode.

Graceful:
You’re so very hard. I can feel you as I slide my lips over the head and take your cock into my mouth. You’re hard and throbbing as you slam into the back of my mouth. You taste so wonderful as I suck you down. Master, come in my mouth, please. Fill my mouth; I’ll swallow it all, I promise.

* * * * *

Toffer worked his hands up and down his cock, his breath ragged as he read Grace’s words. She was a great writer; that was for sure. He could almost see her in front of him, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth; her head bobbing up and down on his dick.

He almost came when her promise to swallow appeared on the screen. But he didn’t want it to end so soon. He slowed his pace as she described how good his cock felt in her mouth, how he filled her and that she’d never tasted something so wonderful.

Toffer4U:
Grace, you’re doing a fantastic job. Don’t forget my balls. Run your tongue around my balls.

Graceful:
I will, they taste so very good. They’re full, and feel like they’re about ready to burst.

You ain’t kidding
, Toffer thought as he quickened his pace and read her descriptions of running her tongue around his sac.

Graceful:
Master? Will you feed me your come?

Toffer came, and he came hard, his seed spurting over his hands and stomach. At this rate, he’d sprain his wrist before Grace made it to L.A.

Graceful:
Master?

Toffer4U:
Yeah, I’m here. Close your eyes, Grace. Lie back and wait for the IM ping. Keep your hands to your sides. I want you to be imagining your first spanking from me.

I want you to wait for me to recover from that stupefying orgasm
. Toffer took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to clean himself up and then returned to his desk. He wanted Grace to wait a little bit longer, her mind wandering through the possibilities that awaited them.

He needed to think of a name for her. He always renamed his subs; gave them a name only he would know. They always told him that it made them feel loved. Made them feel like they belonged. He’d come up with something fitting for his new playmate.

Toffer4U:
I do believe you’re a born submissive. That was very well done.

Graceful:
Thank you, Master.

Toffer4U:
I’m going to set some ground rules. Break these rules and punishment will follow. And I don’t have to be present to punish you. You belong to me 24/7, but you will follow my rules explicitly from
5 p.m.
to
6 a.m.
Monday through Friday, and all weekend. If you have to work late, send me an IM or an e-mail. I won’t interfere in your workday. Do you own a thin robe?

Graceful:
Yes.

Toffer4U:
When you come home from work, I want you to strip naked and stand with your nose in the corner for twenty minutes every day. That will allow your mind to cross over into your submissive role. Stand with your nose pressed in the corner, your legs spread and your hands clasped behind your back. After that, you will bring yourself to orgasm with your nose pressed against the wall. Then you may wear only a thin robe, unless you have plans for the evening. You must receive permission from me before making any plans, though. Do you understand the rules so far?

Graceful:
Yes, Master.

Toffer4U:
Good girl. I’m going to send you a box of toys. It should be there by Tuesday. Don’t open it until I call that night.

Toffer took a deep breath. It was risky calling Grace on the phone because she might recognize his voice. But he wanted to hear her voice; he wanted to listen while she came, listen while she slapped a hairbrush across her ass at his request.

Graceful:
I understand, Master.

Toffer4U:
I have to go to a roast tomorrow night, and probably won’t be home until very late, which would make it very, very late your time. That means you’re on your own tomorrow. Remember to stand in the corner. Then send me an e-mail describing how it felt. You may bring yourself to orgasm by hand only, no toys, before you go to bed. Make sure you sleep naked. Any questions?

Graceful:
No, Master.

Toffer4U:
Goodnight, Grace. Keep your fingers off your pussy unless you’re following my instructions, understand?

Graceful:
Yes, Master. Goodnight.

And the screen went blank.

Chapter Four

Note to self: It’s all right to be excited about getting yourself off when you’re doing so because your Master told you to. What He says is law.

To Do List:

Pay electric bill

Turn in grades

Proof-read last three chapters of novel

Watch roast program and try to figure out which man sitting at the LA349 table is Toffer

Grace checked her watch. It was another twenty minutes until the TV program came on. She put the finishing touches on her edits and closed her computer. As per Master’s instructions, she was wearing her short silk robe. And she was cold. She turned up the heat and then turned on the TV. She laughed when she remembered Becca’s words from that morning.

“You got laid.”

Grace had laughed and tried to deny it, but Becca said she was “grinning like the proverbial cat who swallowed the canary.”

Despite Becca’s insistence to know if Grace had “had sex or just bought a fresh supply of batteries for your vibrator,” Grace had not told her anything.

Instead, she’d floated through the day, smiling at all her students and blithely ignoring Watson’s attempt to ruffle her feathers by putting a list of the teachers requesting senior English next year, with her name blatantly absent from the list, in her box. Then she’d come home, stood in the corner for twenty minutes and brought herself to orgasm with her nose against the wall.

Following Master’s directions had brought her great pleasure. The minute she’d stripped and pushed her nose in the corner, wetness had pooled in her pussy, and her clit had throbbed. It had been absolute anguish to keep her fingers from drifting south before the twenty minutes was over.

The roast he was attending tonight was for Robert Gray, a well-known actor who was the co-star on
LA349
. It was his sixtieth birthday and the roast would be attended by major Hollywood stars.

Grace scanned the TV screen. She smiled as Lindsey and Peter came into view, sitting at a table with several men and women that she didn’t recognize. Two of the men looked as if they were attending the event unattached, unless they were attached to the men sitting next to them, which was entirely possible.

Also sitting at the table was Drake Dawson. Grace smiled as he leaned in to talk to the beautiful blond model sitting next to him, who was obviously his date. Drake was so gorgeous that he made Grace’s mouth water. The blond batted her eyes and smiled seductively and Grace found herself wishing it was her.

Get over it, Kinison. He’s not Toffer. And that’s who you want. You want Toffer, your Master, the man who stood you in the corner today
. She shifted her gaze back to the two men sitting next to Peter. They were both in their mid-thirties or early-forties, which would make them about the age of her new Master. Both men were attractive enough, dark-headed with bright smiles.

She closed her eyes and tried to picture each one of them with a flogger in his hands. Neither man fit her picture of her Master. The camera panned to the second table where everyone seemed older than what she had thought her Master would be. A third table of
LA349
actors and workers provided one more man for her consideration; this one a blond.

A search of her imagination showed that she could see this man with a flogger in his hands, see him attaching a collar around her neck. She shivered and pulled her robe closer. A smile flittered across her face and then, suddenly, an image of Drake Dawson took center stage in her brain.

He was wearing tight blue jeans and a dark T-shirt. One hand was on his hip and the other one was pointing toward the floor, where he expected her to kneel. She could easily see the handsome man as Master, and a powerful one at that.

She closed her eyes and felt his hand caress her cheek as she knelt, the words “good girl” floating through the air. Grace shook her head. Right. Toffer wasn’t Drake Dawson. A man like Drake Dawson didn’t hide behind an alias. Every woman in the U.S. wanted to get into his pants, and from the looks of the beautiful woman sitting next to him, he was loving every minute of it.

Grace sighed. It had been a mistake to try and put a face to her Master. For her, at this moment, it was more important what he did for her mentally than physically. She turned the TV off and went back to her computer to write.

* * * * *

His cock was hard, again. And it had nothing to do with the beautiful blond sitting next to him. It had to do with Grace. All he could think about was her naked, standing in the corner. Toffer shifted in his chair and flashed one of his famous smiles at Giselle, the said blond, a stunning model who was instantly recognized by the utterance of her first name only. She was in a tiff because she’d offered to give him a blowjob on the way to the roast and he’d declined. He didn’t want another woman sucking on his dick. He wanted Grace.

The roast couldn’t end quickly enough. He wanted to get home and check his e-mail, see how Grace’s first day of standing in the corner for him had gone; See how hard her little clitty had become while she played with it at his request.

Toffer had spent more than $1,000 on toys. He’d had a box shipped to Grace, and a box shipped to his house for when she was in
California
. He couldn’t wait to see her pussy filled by the glass cock he’d found. The cuffs and harness would fit perfectly. And the flogger would leave beautiful marks on her behind.