The Lady Submits (4 page)

“Serve me from your knees,” he said in that low rumble that
made her weak.

Once again, she did as she was told. He spread his legs
wide, and she walked forward on her knees, careful not to spill any of the
wine. He took the glass and drained it at once, never taking his eyes from her.

“Closer,” he said, and his free hand began to unravel the
ties of his trousers. Lucrezia felt her eyes go wide, and her breathing go shallow,
but she inched closer. She was trapped between his legs now, and unable to take
her eyes off of his groin.

Finally his cock sprung forth, free of its constraints and
so hard it pointed nearly straight up. Lucrezia was slightly taken aback at his
size.
His girth, really.
She was not unfamiliar with
male anatomy by any means, but she’d never seen anything quite like this. She
was sure, if she were to put out her hand, that she would feel the heat
radiating from it, and thought she could see it move softly with his heartbeat.

At that exact moment, she wanted it inside her more than
anything else in the world.

“I hope you have more talents than serving wine,” he said,
and threaded his fingers through her hair.

“Tell us if she’s any good,
Fortrezza
,”
Lucrezia heard the stable master call out. “I might be in the mood.”

She started at that, and looked up at Master
Fortrezza
. He drew her closer, his grip tightening in her
mass of golden hair.

“You are
mine
,” he
whispered. “No one else’s.”

And he brought her down to his waiting cock.

Lucrezia took his head in her mouth gratefully, wanting some
taste of him, wanting to feel him crave her in the way that she had craved him
since he first claimed her. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore everything
else while she tried to take as much of him in her mouth as she could.

“Oh, very nice,” said one of the Masters.

Lucrezia stopped.

Her fingers dug into Master
Fortrezza’s
thighs where she’d moved her hands up his legs, and she slowly pulled away from
his swollen cock, shining in the dull light now with her saliva. She was
feeling once more overwhelmed with the extremity of the situation, with the
unfamiliarity of her place, her
place
,
on her knees in front of this unknown man. The public commentary was simply too
much, and this time she froze, rather than delve deeper into an experience that
so overwhelmed her.

Master
Fortrezza
leaned his head
down to hers. “I think you can do much better than that,” he said, and gently
lifted her chin up to study her face. “Ah, I see. You are still fighting what
you are, aren’t you?”

Lucrezia did not know how to answer him. She only knew her
body still craved him, and that she felt trapped, paralyzed by her inability to
go further.

“Please,” she began to beg, something she had never done in
her life. “Please take me now and be done. I need you to.”

He pinched her chin, and rubbed her lower lip with his
thumb. His eyes were warm. “No, pet. You need to see what you are first. Don’t
be afraid. I will help you.”

And he stood up, his unsheathed, hard cock taunting her, his
hand still wrapped in her hair as she kneeled at his feet, and announced in a
loud voice, “This one needs discipline.”

The announcement rippled through the courtyard, bringing a
moment of silence with it. Then Lucrezia heard a few scattered pockets of
polite applause, some appreciative chatter. She didn’t feel able to move on her
own, and as she felt more of her cream leaking from between her legs, she was
strangely awash in gratitude to this harsh man, who had promised to show her
satisfaction. For the first time in her life, she was completely at sea, not
knowing who she was or how she would respond to the things that were happening
to her, but he had promised to show her. She could sense that to embrace such a
state would be liberating, but it still seemed just out of reach, much like her
orgasm itself.

“Get up,” he said, and pulled her up beside him. He pointed
to a large, high backed, armless chair across the platform, and called out to
the servant who had brought them the amberwine. “Bring it here,” he said,
indicating the center of the platform.

Lucrezia looked out, and saw that they had begun to gather a
crowd, of sorts. His announcement of discipline attracted onlookers. She felt
the grip of anxiety return, and clutched at his arm.

“This is how you’ll learn, Lucrezia,” he whispered.

Lucrezia!
She
thought madly.
He recognizes me! How can
—

The leash strained against her as she stood, frozen to the
spot, her mind a blizzard of panic and confusion, and he turned to look at her
sternly. “Now,” he said, and he yanked her forward.

She stumbled again, more aware of her nakedness than ever,
and stood uselessly at his side as he sat in the imposing chair. She braved a
look out to the surrounding courtyard. It seemed
all
of the Severille had assembled in their curiosity, a starkly
intimidating group of severe Masters, and, worse, smirking slaves.
How many of them recognize me?
Lucrezia
thought with dread.
Surely if a man I’ve
never known can see through my mask
… .

A high peal of laughter cracked the air and stung her to her
core. Master
Fortrezza
looked carefully at her face,
and then put a reassuring hand between her legs, and squeezed. She was
humiliated to feel comforted, and wet, and once again completely in his power.

He turned to address the crowd, for
all
the
world like a king on his throne.

“I have here a new slave,” his voice boomed out, “one who
still fights her nature. Won’t you help me show her what she is by bearing
witness to her punishment?”

There were some excited cheers, mostly from the slaves.
Lucrezia found herself shaking, almost imperceptibly, and there was certainly a
voice in her
head which
told her to run, to stop this,
to fight against such debasement. And yet her breasts ached for Master
Fortrezza’s
touch, and her pussy hungered at the hope of
that beautiful cock driving inside her, over and over again, and not a single
fiber of her being suggested — even permitted — that she utter her
safeword
.

Master
Fortrezza
looked at her
pleading face — pleading for what, beyond that massive cock, she wasn’t
entirely sure — and he began to wrap the leash around his hand, one loop
over the other, slowly and deliberately, pulling her down by the neck.

“Over my knee, slave.”

He grabbed her by the ass as he pulled sharply down on the
leash, splaying her across his massive lap in one smooth motion. She flailed
slightly, fighting to find her balance, and he grabbed her between the legs,
hoisted her up, and settled her in the center. His erection pressed painfully
into her belly, and her breasts pressed uncomfortably over his thigh, in full
view of the blue-eyed male servant who had attended them. The servant put his
hand to his groin, and she saw that he was hard, and leering at her.

“Oh, well done,” she heard someone say.

Master
Fortrezza’s
hand, wrapped
in the leather of her leash, slipped under her chin, and raised her head.

“You will count the blows,” he said, “until I am satisfied
that you have learned your true place.”

And before Lucrezia had a chance to speak, his palm came
crashing down on her right buttock. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She
could not quite accept what had happened. That she, the Lady Lucrezia Grimaldi,
had been stripped, tossed over a man’s knee, and spanked in public.

“I said
count
,” he
growled.

And again, his hand struck her buttock, still sore from the
first strike.
Lucrezia’s
whole body jolted forward
with the force of the blow, her breasts jiggling for the appreciative servant.

“One!” she heard herself cry.

There was an enthusiastic clap from somewhere in the crowd.

“Two! Three!”

She gasped as he slipped his angry hand between her legs
again, forcing her thighs slightly apart, and ran his fingers up and down her
slit. He moved his other hand from her neck and viciously pinched one nipple,
then the other, and she moaned out loud.

“What are you?” he demanded, and another blow rained down,
this time on the other cheek.

“Four!” she gasped, her mind searching desperately,
distracted by the pain and the pleasure of it. She didn’t know what he wanted
her to say. She couldn’t reveal her identity, she couldn’t
… .

“I asked you a question,” he said grimly, and struck her
again, this time with so much force that her inner folds quivered. She mewled,
and her back arched of its own accord, raising her bottom to him.

“Five!” She was panting now, squirming underneath his strong
grip. Every time his hand came down, she wished it closer, nearer her pulsing
sex. And yet he would not give her satisfaction, as long as she did not know
how to answer his questions.

“I don’t know, sir! Please,” she begged, her voice pitiful,
“please…”

He hit her again, and this time clapped his hand between her
legs at the finish and pushed two fingers into her. She moaned, but did not
forget her task.

“Six,” she gurgled.

There was more appreciative laughter, but Lucrezia no longer
cared. He was inside her, at least in this small way, his fingers expertly
sliding in and out of her, swirling her edges, bringing her ever higher. Her
arms flailed, looking for purchase, until she gripped the edge of the seat
beneath his leg and blindly bucked into his fingers.

This time, it was Master
Fortrezza
who laughed.

“You abandon all dignity, and yet cannot name what you are?”
he said, and swiftly pulled out of her. She might have protested if he had not
been quicker: in a flash he had grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her.
He bound them together with the length of her own leash, leaving just enough
slack that she need not hurt herself, if she didn’t struggle and kept her back
arched, her breasts out, her bottom up. He cupped her sex, and steadied her
there, seemingly just to torment her.

She was truly at his mercy, too shocked to speak.

He snapped his fingers, and the servant who had been
stroking himself while watching her ordeal came to attention and rushed
forward, and out of her line of sight. She heard Master
Fortrezza
say something about “the plug.” Lucrezia still had enough dull awareness in her
blunted mind to wonder vaguely about what would come next, but such thoughts
were muffled beneath the chorus of pleasure, pain, and desire that thrummed
through her body. She would do anything, now, if it meant she could have him,
if only she could figure out what that was.

She heard the soft pat of the servant’s slippers as he
returned, heard Master
Fortrezza
tell him to stay, to
watch, to learn, and then suddenly there was something wet in the crack between
her buttocks. Master
Fortrezza
bounced his legs and
shifted her forward so that her bottom reached further into the air, into the
plain view of all who watched, spreading her legs further apart as he did so.
He was careful to check the slack on her leash and bound hands.

“Perhaps this will help motivate you,” he said, and with his
skillful fingers he began to probe her tender anus, working the lubricant he
had spread there into the delicate, puckered flesh.

Lucrezia forgot to breathe.

No one had ever claimed her asshole before.

She writhed a little in fear before he calmed her, his hand
on the back of her neck. “Hush,” he said, soothingly. “Don’t fight it.”

And it did feel good. It felt…she hadn’t known. It was different
;
sensitive, but different. Little circles of fizzing
pleasure followed the trail of his fingers, connected by some invisible tether
to the sensitive spot at the top of her sex. It felt somehow wrong, in a way
that she had, incredibly, not yet experienced this night.

He forced one finger into the tight ring, and she muffled a
squeal. No one was fooled; there was more laughter.

Master
Fortrezza
worked his finger
in a circle, stretching her out. It was the most delicious violation, and kept
her perpetually on the brim of becoming completely overwhelmed. Just when she
felt able to take it, he added another.

“Do it already,” she heard the stable master say in his
rough tones. “Fill her up.”

She felt more of the hot, wet liquid, and then, just as she
had found a rhythm, he removed his fingers. She nearly growled in protest,
earning more laughter from the crowd, and a hard spank from her Master. She
tried to turn her head to glare at him, on the verge of losing her patience,
when she felt it.

Something cool, and smooth, and hard, pressed against her
tender bud. Whatever it was, it was much bigger than his fingers. Master
Fortrezza
grabbed her by the back of her neck once more, a
gesture that had come to instantly pacify her. Still, she was afraid.

“Wait,” she said, twisting below his hands, “oh, please…”

The pressure increased as he pressed firmly down, even as
her body fought against it. Whatever it was felt much too big; she was certain
she couldn’t take it.

“Please,” she panted, but her plea was only greeted by more
delighted laughter from the crowd. This was evidently something they’d seen
before.

“This one needs to be plugged,
Fortrezza
!”

“Stop fighting, love,” he murmured to her.

And he forced the length of the thing past her tight ring.
For a brief, blinding moment it hurt, it truly hurt; then she felt a sort of
pop, and it slid past and deep inside her. Whatever it was filled her, filled
her in a way…there was no more room for words. No more room for fighting. She
cried out, a bare, animal sound, dimly aware that she was making yet another
spectacle of herself.