The Art of Submission (31 page)

Dylan

I turn the lights on and immediately
turn to look at Isabel to gauge her reaction. She scans the room
slowly, taking everything in. I wish I had cleaned it a little and
made it somewhat presentable. Her eyes are taking everything in,
and she doesn’t miss a thing. I see her eyes move to the cross,
then to the bondage bed, the spanking bench, the ceiling and the
suspension rig, the swing, and the side table where various collars
and gags are. She looks knowingly at some of the items and looks
questioningly at others. When her eyes catch site of rack that
holds the belts, canes, and whips, her wonder turns into something
else;
dread.
She takes
several steps back and her head swings quickly up to look at me
with wide horrified eyes.

“You’ve used a belt on women before?” She
says as if terrified and repulsed.

“Answer me,” she demands when I don’t
immediately respond.

So I answer her, but I know it’s not the
answer she wanted to hear.

“Is that what you want to do to
me?
Use a belt
?” Her voice is
barely audible and I see all the blood and color drain from her
face.
Shit.
I don’t have a
chance to answer before I see her sway and then her knees start to
buckle.
Holy fuck, she’s going to
faint.
I grab her as she starts to go down. She’s
leaning back onto me, completely limp and winded.

“I have to get out of here. Please,
Dylan. Get me out of here…
please
.”

I scoop her up into my arms and move quickly
to get her away from the thing that’s scaring her. When she’s in my
arms, it hits me just how small and fragile she really is. I carry
her out of the dungeon and to my bedroom. She’s shaking
uncontrollably. I lay her down on my bed and she curls up into a
fetal position. I’m sitting next to her and lean in to comfort her
but she flinches.

“Please don’t hurt me…”

Fuck. Who did this to her?
Who the fuck hurt her and made her so fearful
? I can’t
even begin to respond. I’m mortified to see her like this. I’ve
never seen a woman so terrified. My beautiful talented artist. What
happened to her? Then she turns from pale to green and she looks
panicked.

“I think I’m going to be
sick...”
Fuck
. I quickly
stand her on her feet and walk her to my restroom. She immediately
leans down by the toilet and dry heaves.
Jesus. What the fuck happened to her?

“I’m so sorry, Isabel.
I’m so sorry.
Who did this to you?
Who made you like this?” I ask as I kneel down next to her,
sickened at the site of her like this.

She sits back on her bottom, leaning
against the wall. She’s watching me fixedly as the blood starts to
slowly come back into her cheeks. “You first. Who made
you
like this?”

Damn it. How the hell am I supposed to
respond to that? I have no answer for her. I like to be in control
because my impressionable years didn’t allow me any because of what
happened to my parents, and because of what came after… because…“I
guess we all have our secrets, don’t we Isabel?” I say to her and
she just sits staring at me.

“I’m sorry Dylan. I… I... didn’t mean to ruin
this for you. I just…”

I don’t let her finish. She has to know
that I would never hurt her. Not like that. “Isabel, don’t
apologize, you didn’t ruin anything. I want you to know that I
would never hurt you.
Never
.”

She looks somewhat relieved, but not
much.

“I want to go back into that room. Take me
back in there.”

What? Is she crazy? After the reaction she
just had? How do I put this politely…“That’s a terrible fucking
idea, Isabel.”

“Dylan, I have to go back in there. I have
to. Look… I’m going with or without you.”

Fucking stubborn woman. Why is she insisting
on going back in there when she had such a horrible physical
reaction?

“Dylan, if I don’t go back in there
now, I’ll never go back. And I want to. I want you to stretch my
limits and teach me everything you know. I want to learn to be your
sub.
Please.
”

She always knows just what I want or need to
hear. I swear I’ll never get used to her being in my head.

“
Please just promise me, no belts
-
ever.
” She tries to manage
a smile, but it’s a feeble attempt and my heart aches for
her.

“Of course not, sweetheart. No
belts.
Ever
.”

I stand up and help her to her feet and we
both slowly make our way back to the dungeon. I still think this is
a miserable fucking idea, but she’s stubborn. Stubborn and strong.
The way she physically reacted would’ve deterred anyone from going
back, but not Isabel. I grab her hand as we stop in front of the
door. She looks up at me with the saddest most frightened eyes I’ve
ever seen. I take hold of her hand, kiss it and squeeze it, and we
step back inside the room.

This time, I stand in front of the rack with
the belts and such, blocking her view of them. I’ll have to clear
those out immediately if there’s any hope of this working. I don’t
want her to be afraid of this room; I want her be excited to be in
here. She starts making her way around the room slowly, picking up
some things and just touching others. When she approaches the
bondage bed, she examines it carefully, looking to me for
explanation. I tell her that the fixing points on each corner of
the bed are where the attachments are placed, like shackles, cuffs
and fetters.

“Can I see those?”

She’s genuinely interested. I’ve never been
with a BDSM virgin before and her curiosity is novel to me. I’ve
worked a few scenes before with submissives in training, but they
already knew most of what this sort of thing entailed. Isabel, on
the other hand, knows nothing. I walk towards a cabinet where the
cuffs are kept, behind where she’s standing and her eyes flit over
to the belts as I move out of their view. I reach over and redirect
her gaze onto me.

“Isabel, focus on me. Only me, okay?”

She nods in compliance. She looks so
absolutely submissive right now, staring up at me, watching my
mouth and waiting for my next command. I reach into the cabinet and
pull out several devices and place them in front of her.

“Do they hurt to wear?” She asks, not out of
fear, but sheer interest.

“It depends on how tight they are,
sweetheart, but they’re meant to restrain, not hurt.” I explain to
her, but that’s not enough for her.

“Show me how they work, please. I want to try
them on.”

Shit. Okay. I wasn’t expecting that. I move
directly in front of her and fasten a pair of wide leather wrist
cuffs onto each of her wrists. Her wrists are small and I have to
adjust the cuffs down the last opening. Then I hook the cuffs
together. She eyes them carefully, shifting and moving her hands
and wrists, testing their ability to restrain.

“You look amazing in those Isabel.”

She looks up at me and smiles shyly. “You
would look amazing in these, too,” she says with her voice oozing
pure sex appeal.

What the fuck? Did she really just say that?
I nervously smile at her not quite knowing how to respond or how I
feel about that, and proceed to take them off of her.

“What else is in that cabinet?” Her eyes are
wide and inquisitive.

“Come take a look.” I can’t deny her when she
looks at me like that.

She walks towards the cabinet and
proceeds to go through a few of the drawers, pulling things out as
I explain what they are and how they’re used. She seems embarrassed
by the different vibrators and plugs, and quickly closes the drawer
when faced with them, and I have to restrain my laughter at the
look on her face. In particular though, she seems very interested
in the different restraints like the various cuffs, bondage tape,
rope, zip ties, blindfolds and surprisingly the collar.
My, my - Isabel does have a dark
side
. With her curiosity piqued, she seems to have
forgotten all about the belts.

“Everything in here seems a bit… um…
unused.”

She’s right. It does need a good cleaning in
here. Now I can approach her about my idea of cleaning it together
and making it our own.

“Yes, it hasn’t been used in a while. I
told you I’ve been out of this lifestyle for some time. I thought
maybe we could… you know… clean the room together. Take out the
things you don’t like. It would be like a fresh start in here, for
both of us.”
Fuck
. I sound
nervous, which I am. Where the hell is my alter ego, damn
it?

“I like that idea very much, Dylan.” She says
sweetly and unblinking.

Yes
! Nice
work, Dylan. She’s crookedly smiling at me and then she starts
twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. Why the fuck is she
doing that in here? She knows what it does to me. She picks up a
blindfold and the wrist cuffs that she tried on earlier and holds
them out to me. What is she doing?

“Can you use these on me? Right
now,
please
…”

Holy fucking
erection
. I’m always amazed at how quickly my cock can
jump to attention at the hint of any sexual impropriety. Oh, sweet
polite little Isabel begging to be bound and fucked?
Yes, I think I can accommodate her
.
But not in here; not until we get the room ready and cleaned. And
what about the contract? We haven’t even discussed that yet. I’ll
satisfy her curiosity now and then maybe she’ll be more amenable to
the things proposed in it.
Yes. That’s a
brilliant idea.

I take the cuffs and blindfold from her and
lead her out of the room. “Not in here. Not yet. Let’s go to Chapel
Hill.” She looks at me questioningly and I guide her to my office.
I point to my leather couch and explain. She smiles as she figures
out the meaning.

I sit down in the couch and tell her to
undress for me. We’ve done this before so she somewhat knows the
routine.
I want a show
. She
walks over and dims the lights. Fine. Whatever it takes to make her
comfortable, but I tell her next time, I want the lights on. She
stands in front of me and slowly starts to undress for me, her eyes
never leaving mine. When she gets down to her bra and panties, I
pull her close to me so I can help her. I’m still sitting in the
couch, and I slide her panties off and then turn her around to undo
her bra. I have a perfect view of her ass and I can’t resist taking
a bite. I grab her by her hips and sink my teeth in. She lets out a
small whine and her breathing starts to quicken. Still facing away
from me, I pull her hands behind her and put the wrist cuffs on her
and hook them together. I stand up behind her and slip the
blindfold on her.

I pull her close to me by her waist and run
my hand down her belly and in between her thighs. I lean down and
start gently kissing and biting her neck and shoulder. I turn us
around so she’s facing the couch and I’m standing behind her. I
guide her and gently push her to kneel onto the couch.

“Lay on the back of the couch, sweetheart.
Chest down.” I explain to her.

I help her by holding onto her upper arms and
she obeys. I move her hair out of her face as she rests on the back
of the couch, her face to one side. I push her knees apart and
undress myself from the waist down.

“Isabel, you look so beautiful in the
position.” I can’t resist telling her.

I stand back and just take the site of her in
for a moment, taking a mental snapshot. I approach her, kneeling
down behind her and start running my tongue up the inside of her
thighs to her honey hole, and up her backside, nipping as I get to
her lower back. She’s wet and ready for me and I slip a finger,
then two, inside of her. As I slowly start to finger her, I
continue to bite her ass and run my tongue up and around her ass.
She moans softly and starts to shift and move, but I put a stop to
it.

“Don’t move Isabel or I’ll spank you. Do you
understand?”

There. I asked and I gave her fair warning,
but how will she respond?

“Yes, Dylan.”

Perfect. Isabel never ceases to
surprise me. I stand up behind her and steady her by grabbing onto
her hips and I slide myself into her.
Fuck
– she feels so damned good
. Slow and methodically I
ease in and out of her. I place one hand on the small of her back
and with the other, I reach underneath to stroke her clit. She
immediately responds with whimpers and moans.
Yes. I love that sound.
I start to thrust
harder, filling her completely. She looks incredible taking me like
this and I can’t take my eyes off my cock sliding in and out of
her
. Don’t cum yet, Young.
With the hand that was on the small of her back, I grab in
between the cuffs to steady Isabel and then slowly pull her up so
she’s kneeling upright in front of me. I grab her by the back of
her hair and pull back hard so that she’s leaning against me as I
slam into her deeper and more forcefully.
Shit. She feels so fucking good
. I can feel her
warm tight muscles clenching around me and I have to concentrate on
not coming. She’s being absolutely fucking perfect and
submissive.
Fuck I missed
this
. I keep one hand firmly in her hair and reach my
other hand around her front, down her belly and back down to her
clit while I bite her shoulder firmly, repaying her bite to my
neck.