Undercover Submissive (5 page)

"I'm going to lay out the training we'll be doing if you are sure about this Cayce, and there isn't time for me to baby you through it."  Pulling out a piece of paper from the desk drawer, he began making mental notes of what he would have to teach her to make this thing plausible.  Other submissive's liked to talk among themselves when allowed and there was no opportunity to skimp on details.  He was well known for his training techniques and he worried that most of them were above the girl's ability at this point. 

She would have to make that decision on her own he decided as he wrote them down in order of training days.  Looking back over the list he knew these were advanced techniques and hoped the list would give her some idea how serious what she was about to take on would be.  Sliding the list across the desk he watched her read and her eyes widen with each word.

It wasn't rocket science, she thought as she glanced at the words, many of the things on the list terrified her and she could only guess at how he would go about training her each day.  Was she actually willing to go through with this, she thought to herself?  Firming her resolve and making a decision, she nodded.  "I understand," the thought of training with him made her more than a little nervous and if she was being honest with herself, excited as well. Sliding the piece of paper back to him her hands trembled slightly.

"You understand, what," he walked around the desk and took a walked towards her enjoying how aware of his movements she was.

"I u-understand, M-master," he was standing only a breath away now and her heart raced again erratically.

"Good girl," he winked and swatted her backside playfully.  Even so she jumped, startled.  They had a lot of work to do before next Friday's event, he thought to himself. "Can you take off work this week?"  He knew if they were going to fool an entire room of professionals, the more training time they had together, the better.

"I haven't had a vacation in two years, I will come up with something," she knew it wouldn't be easy but she was owed two weeks off.

Forgiving her small lapse of not calling him by the right name, he made a mental note to not allow it to happen again. "Then I suggest you get your things, and move in with me as soon as possible," he knew just who to trust to keep his business running smoothly this next week.  He'd been considering promoting the man anyway because there were some serious changes that needed to occur there.

"Y-you want me to m-move in," her eyes widened at his suggestion and then she remembered his other rule, "M-master?"

"We have tons of work to do if we're going to pull off this charade and not a minute to waste but if you've decided against it, I'll understand."  The thought of her changing her mind didn't sit well with him, but he had to offer her the opportunity.

"Of course I haven't c-changed my mind," her mind was whirling with the thought of living with a man who she'd only met tonight. And there was no doubt in her mind how close the two of them would be after looking of his list. This was so completely out of character for her, but she knew this was what she wanted.  A part of her couldn't help but think that even without her sister's disappearance she would want this.  That was a thought she refused to give more consideration to at the moment.  As it was the thought of being with him twenty hours a day seven days a week was overwhelming.

"If you forget my title again sweetheart I'm going to be forced to make sure you remember," he smiled even as the words he spoke were firm.  The one thing she couldn't forget was what to call him, it would be a sure giveaway to anyone that knew him.  His eyes roamed over her, waiting for her to fix her error.

When he looked at her that way she found it hard to form a coherent thought in her mind.  "Oh!" She exclaimed as it finally came to her, "Master." Her face burned at how easily he could make her forget.  One of the things she was proud of was the ability to remember things, and five minutes around this man and she couldn't even claim that as a positive.

Smiling, his hand reached out and stroked her cheek, "Let's go get your things." It was an order, if she was going to play in his world, then she would learn to follow his commands.  Taking her hand in his he led her out of the study and toward the front entrance.  Grabbing his wallet and keys they walked outside to his car.

She slid inside the soft buttery leather seat of his Rolls Royce as he held the door open for her, and sighed at how comfortable it was.  She'd never seen a car quite like this one and knew it was probably way out of her pay grade.  As he slid into the driver's seat, any thoughts about the car went right out of her mind. 

"Give me an address," he smiled and turned over the ignition. 

She gave him her address and he spoke it again, smiling as the onboard navigation system began giving him directions.  As they drove in companionable silence she took a minute to glance over him.  The man was definitely beautiful to behold, she thought with a smile.  The strong profile was softened somewhat by his full lips, she thought it should be a crime for a man to have such kissable lips and then blushed at the thought.  His brown hair had a soft
wave
and she found it odd how she ached to reach up and run her hands through the softness.  She remembered just how it felt as she had held him to her body earlier tonight.  That simple thought forced her to cross her legs as her body responded instantly.

His long fingers had known just how to stroke her body to bring it to life, fighting back a moan at that thought she fought to control her own desire.  Part of her mind was screaming for her to back out before her heart was lost forever.  She wasn't the kind of person to give her body in the first place, but doing so without losing her soul was going to take more will power than she feared she had.  Maybe when this was over she would think about dating, she told herself. 

"You're being awfully quiet Cayce," he gave her a quick look before turning his attention back to the road.  "Changed your mind?" He honestly couldn't blame her if she had.  It was very apparent that she wasn't a woman that jumped into things quickly.  What was also
very noticeable was the fact she had little knowledge about sex. It was a story he would draw from her if she didn't decide to bail out. 

"I haven't changed my mind, Master," she whispered the words softly not sure if this was the smartest decision she'd ever made.  "I guess I'm just worried that we won't pull this off," staring out the window, she knew there was the possibility that this was a waste of time and Cait would be lost to her forever.

"I never fail Cayce," he had no intention of starting now, he thought with firm resolve.  They would find Cait and bring her back, and he would make sure that Cayce found herself as well.  She was a beautiful woman and should never be allowed to think less of herself.  It was the one reason he enjoyed this lifestyle.  The ability to turn a scared, timid, woman into a submissive that understood that she wielded all the true power in the relationship.  That strength was just dying to spill forth from Cayce, he could see each time he tried to change her mind.

"Somehow I believe that Master," the certainty of his words made her feel more calm than she had all week.  Who was she kidding, she thought to herself, she hadn't felt as sure about anything in her entire life.  All of her life she had walked around almost scared of her own shadow.  She longed for the kind of self-assurance he possessed she thought wistfully.

As they pulled up in front of her apartment she worried how it compared to his home.  It wasn't much to look at compared to the mansion he lived in.  Stepping out of the car as held the door for her, she led him down the cemented path and to her door.  She quickly unlocked it and walked inside with following.

"I'll wait here while you get your things together," he noted instantly that she was uncomfortable with him being here and guessed their differences in social status was the reason. 

She gave him a small smile and walked to her room to pull out two suitcases.  After some thought she decided to pack her sisters clothes instead of her own.  Since she was walking in her world, so to speak, it made sense that she ditch the boring clothes that she normally wore.  There were a few things of her own that she couldn't be without and she quickly stuffed them in the luggage. 

It took her less than an hour to pack and she walked back in carrying the heavy bags.  He walked over without speaking and lifted them easily.  "Lead the way," he watched her walk and determined that she would not be hanging her head or slouching again when
their training was complete.  Whatever had happened in her past had obviously affected her deeply and he meant to get to the bottom of it.

She didn't speak at all on the way back to his house and he was starting to worry that maybe this had not been a good idea.  The last thing he wanted was to start off her training with her second-guessing everything.  As they pulled up to the front, he turned off the car and put his hand on hers.

She lifted her eyes, startled at the contact and felt her body tremble.  The entire way here she had worried about failing at this.  Every self doubt she had about herself came pouring through and she was almost ready to crumble.

"Why don't you tell me what's bothering you Cayce" If she had changed her mind, then as much as he hated it, he would accept.  There was no place in his life for anyone that didn't truly want to be here.  He knew he could help the girl, but getting her sister back he could do on his own. 

Letting the dam break, tears flooded down her cheeks again.  "I am going to be a failure at this, I can't even have a normal relationship so how am I supposed to pull this off?"  Misery filled her heart and she couldn't hold it back any longer.  She was going to fail her sister just like she failed at her own life.

It was growing late and he had planned to let her get settled tonight before resuming training in the morning.  Her outburst of emotion demanded that he change her train of thought sooner than that though.  "Cayce, you're going to put your things away, then you're going to meet me back in the dungeon, is that understood?" He spoke harshly because he refused to let her degrade herself one moment longer in his presence. 

Shocked at his forceful tone she nodded immediately.  "Y-yes, S-sir." She had no idea what she'd said that made him angry, but there was no misjudging the look in his eyes or the tone of his voice.  The thought of displeasing him made her feel even more miserable and she lowered her head.

He felt his own control on the verge of snapping at her actions.  Whatever had been done to this woman angered him more deeply than he could ever recall feeling before.  There was no reason in the world such a beautiful woman should ever feel this badly about herself and he was determined to end it.  Getting out of the car, he walked over to her door and opened it.  "Follow me." He allowed her
to get out of the car and then retrieved her suitcases before walking up the stairs into the house.

Cayce's knees were shaking as she followed him up the stairs and he led her into an extravagant masculine bedroom.  "The closet is over there, and you can utilize that chest of drawers," he pointed to a large mahogany piece of furniture.  "When you're finished putting away your things, meet me at the bottom of the stairs." With no other words, he walked out leaving her alone.

She put her suitcases on the bed and quickly began putting away her things.  Whatever she had done to disappoint him, she had no intention of making it worse by dawdling up here.  As the last of her things were hung in the closet, she made her way downstairs.

He had left her alone so he would have time to control his own anger.  The thought that someone had so mentally destroyed Cayce left him ready to strangle someone.  He didn't want her to think his anger was directed toward her, so he took a mental time out to get his thoughts back in order again.  By the time she arrived downstairs he was in complete control again and smiled somewhat.  "Come with me Cayce," he was determined to find out who or what had caused this self-depreciation she had of herself if nothing else this night.

As he led her back down the steps to the dungeon, she felt a shiver of fear move through her.  What did she really know about this man, she asked herself?  What if he was so angry he hurt her?  Her hands trembled as she stood on the bottom step. 

3 Submission

"You know where the dressing room is, come out when you're ready," he spoke firmly but not with the same rage he had in his voice earlier. 

Her feet started moving before her mind was given time to catch up. This wasn't like earlier when she was trying to pretend to be someone else.  When she walked in front of him this time it would be with all the flaws of her own personal nature.  She wasn't sure why but she had no intention of defying him.  Undressing quickly, she didn't falter until her hand reached the door knob.  Reminding herself that he'd already seen her body helped give her the small boost of confidence to walk out into the room again.

As she walked toward him, he noted the way her shoulders drooped and her head hanging.  "Pull your shoulders back and hold your chin up Cayce," he demanded in a low tone.  She was so much more beautiful this way he thought as she walked toward him properly. "Never let me see you hanging your head again, do you understand?"

She nodded, feeling just as nervous as she had the first time tonight in this room.

He spun her quickly and his hand landed on her backside with sharp slap, before he pulled her against his body, holding her around her waist.  "Master and I want to hear the words," he whispered them in her ear and continued holding her against him.

"Yes, M-master," the slight slap on her backside stung a little but the feel of his arm around her waist was strangely comforting.

"Good girl," his lips lowered to her cheek and he placed a soft kiss there before letting go, walking toward a pair of metal bars. One bar hung high from the ceiling, the other lower at his feet.

Without his arm around her, she felt bereft and her eyes sought him out.  He motioned her forward with his hand and she didn't think about not moving.  She walked until she stood beside him again.

"I'm going to discuss everything in this room with you and then we're going to talk about their uses," he wanted her to understand the equipment here and encourage her to speak about her concerns openly before they began.  His hand went up to the chains hanging from the bar over her head.  "I can attach your cuffed wrists to these
chains and lift you into the air, or just stretch your body as I flog you."  He saw the widening of her eyes and smiled patiently.  "You'll notice the clamps on the bar at your feet," he motioned with his hands so her eyes would follow, "these will spread your legs widely for my pleasure while we train."

Cayce felt her breath catch in her throat at his words and lowered her eyes quickly.  The images in her mind of how he would pleasure himself with her body sent a strange shiver of anticipation and fear moving through her. She thought back to the list, remembering that she had agreed to be used by him sexually.   The thought gave her a strange feeling of fear and oddly filled her with need as well. 

Walking over to a large chest, he opened it and pulled out four fur-lined cuffs, placing them on a small table at his side.  "Kneel for me," he demanded quietly.  She responded so well, he thought feeling encouraged as he watched her gracefully sink to her knees, her eyes lowered while her head remained up.  He was impressed with how well she was able to remember the correct position.  "Hands out, palms up with your arms extending straight in front of you."

Without hesitation she followed his command.  There was a strange sense of calmness that came over her at having him make all the decisions.  As she felt one of her wrists encased, then the other, she was shocked to not feel frightened at all.  The slight pressure on her wrists from the cuffs was almost comforting. 

"Stand", he waited until she found the position he had shown her earlier.  Her legs were parted widely, her hands were behind her back, and her breasts thrust forward as she lifted her shoulders.  Beautiful, he thought to himself as he lowered to encase her ankles in the fur-lined leather cuffs. "Unless you are showering, you will keep these on this week, now kneel again for me."

He didn't wait to see if she complied, instead he walked over to s small cupboard and pulled out a slender white leather collar.  It was devoid of any decoration except a sterling silver loop.  "Lift your hair for me," he waited until she had followed his order before securing the collar around her slender neck.  "Now you are mine," he enjoyed the sound of the words and smiled.  "Stand for me again," he wanted to see her body standing proudly before him, showing his claims of ownership.

The collar around her neck was a strange feeling, but not one that she found she minded.  Standing with a slow grace, she returned to the pose he had taught her earlier this evening.  With her eyes
lowered she could still see that he moved around her, and knew he was studying her body.  The nervousness she had felt earlier about being nude in his presence was dissipating, and she wondered if the strange cuffs and collar he placed on her was the reason.

"Follow me," he walked over to a leather spanking bench and patted it, "crawl on." he needed her to feel comfortable with all the equipment here, but his true motive on this apparatus was to give her a small taste of punishment.  She had done well so far tonight that it wasn't warranted, but he would make sure she enjoyed this lesson.

"I don't know how, Master," she looked at the strange contraption then back at him in confusion. The top of the odd contraption was angled up and covered with bright red leather and there was a smaller platform at the bottom that she had no idea what the use was for.

Of course she wouldn't know how, he needed to remember how new she was to his world.  "You will lie on your stomach," he patted the soft leather, "your arms will hang over here."  He watched as she climbed up awkwardly and was rewarded with the sight of her beautiful ass lifted in the air as her head rested lower than the rest of her body.  "I'm going to secure your wrist cuffs to the base here."  He reminded himself to explain everything to ease her fears somewhat.

When her wrists were bound to the bench, she struggled slightly testing the strength of the bonds.  Her knees rested on the smaller platform she had wondered about earlier.  It wasn't uncomfortable, her face rested against the cool leather, but she did feel very exposed.  She knew her rear was pushed up into the air and brought her knees together realizing he could see everything.  The thought brought a blush to her cheeks.

"So damn beautiful," he smiled at the incredible vision of loveliness she made, splayed so wantonly before him.  Her beautiful heart-shaped ass was just asking to be slapped as she struggled slightly.  His large hands went between her thighs and parted them, her sex was more exposed and he groaned.  "I could take you from behind like this so easily," he spoke more to himself than her."

Her body tensed at his words, she wasn't ready for that yet, she thought in panic.  She fought against the fear that threatened to overwhelm her, as his hand found her rear and caressed it softly she trembled violently. 

"Tell me what you're thinking," he demanded, sensing her agitation.

She wanted to be honest with him, but for reasons she couldn't explain, she also didn't want him angry with her.  "I, I'm a-afraid, Master."

"What is it you're afraid I'll do right now," his hand continued to caress her ass, then spread her cheeks feeling her tense.  He knew what she was afraid of, but he wanted the words from her lips.  She had to be able to talk to him.

"T-that you'll hurt me, S-sir," he had to understand what she meant she thought to herself.

"And how could I hurt you in this position?"  He needed her to say the words as much as she needed to be able to talk about her own body.  She was not a teenager, and should be able to discuss herself, it was part of the change he would make in her.

She struggled with the words, frustrated.  She was 24 years old not 12, she thought angrily as she fought to force the words from her lips.  "If you entered me, Sir" that was so as close as she could come to using the words to describe sex, her mind was already overwhelmed.

"Has someone hurt you that way before," he already knew the answer.  The way she acted under his touch, the beauty of her body and the fear of being undressed, everything about her bespoke a history of abuse.  He ran his hand up and down her back slowly, encouraging her to speak.

"Y-yes, S-sir," she paused before continuing, "a long time ago."

"Have you allowed anyone to touch you since then," he kept his tone soothing, wanting to draw her out.  His hand moved under her hair and massaged her scalp.

"No, S-sir," she closed her eyes enjoying his soothing touch, "I never wanted to feel inferior again."  As she said the words, she found the irony in her situation now.  She had actually submitted herself to him to be used that way. But it was willingly, trying to make sense in her mind of why this was so different, she just couldn't do it.

"Tell me what he did to you Cayce," he needed to understand how badly she had been abused so he could help her heal.  He knew without doubt that helping her get over her fears with this would start her on the road to recovery.  It was strange to him how many submissive's he had met in his life that seemed to find this lifestyle after such a life occurrence

She hadn't allowed herself to think about it consciously in years.  Before she could change her mind she told him her story quickly.  She'd only been fifteen the year it started, in the beginning he had snuck into her bedroom and fondled her when she was asleep, but that had gradually turned into something more.  She recalled that first night with a terror that had her body tensing again.

She had awakened with his hand covering her mouth and him in between her thighs, forcing himself into her.  She remembered the pain and the feeling of suffocation as his hand pressed again her mouth.  Tears fell down her cheeks at the horrible memories.  He had told her if she told her mother he would kill them all and she'd believed him. 

He didn't stop with her, and she found out months later that he'd been doing the same thing to her sister.  Both of them were convinced by his lies that no one would believe them and how they deserved what he was doing, so they didn't tell their mother for a year.  Instead they worked together and tried to make sure they were never alone.  They had discovered he wouldn't try anything if they were together. 

The last time it had happened Cait had been beaten so badly after she refused him that her mother hadn't believed the countless lies they made up for various bruises he had left on their bodies and she called the police.  The truth had finally been revealed.

He listened to her story and shook his head in disgust.  "He doesn't deserve to walk this earth!" He had never understood how someone could hurt a child in such a way and it sickened him.  "Thank you for sharing your story with me girl."  He knew that now their training could truly begin.

For reasons she couldn't understand, telling him about her past allowed her to relax.  That and the feel of his hand lightly massaging her rear had her body feeling almost languid. His fingers were kneading the flesh of her rear and she moaned softly at the sheer bliss of it.

"Did he ever enter you here?" His finger slid between the cheeks of her ass and a single digit pressed against the tight orifice. 

Her body tensed and she shook her head slightly.  "No, S-sir,"

"Has anyone ever touched you this way?" He slowly pushed his finger inside aware of how tense she was now.

"N-no S-sir," she really didn't like the feeling, it felt so foreign and intimate to her.

"Relax for me," he spoke quietly knowing she would need to get used to this because all the girl's he trained wore plugs in public.  It was a technique he used in training because it taught the submissive to be humble in his opinion. As he began to work his finger slowly in and out of her tight chamber she tensed and he withdrew.  His hand landed on her ass with a firm slap.

"We're going to try that again, and this time you're going to relax."

His finger slowly inched back inside her, and he was pleased to see her attempting to not fight the invasion.  After several long strokes he added another finger and she gasped and tensed again.  "Relax," he demanded firmly.  Waiting as she complied he continued the gentle assault with his fingers, stretching her.  Her body had sufficiently lubricated itself and he was pleased.  It proved that she was not completely rejecting the act even if her mind balked at it. Pulling his fingers from her he stood and walked over to the chest.  Finding a small butt plug he walked back over and slowly spread her cheeks.  It was a little larger than his two fingers and he had to work it in with patience.

The sensation was odd, and she felt rather full but she didn't attempt to push it out.  She was rewarded with a soft caress down her back and felt like purring.  This was one of the things on his list and she had mentally prepared somewhat, but the actual having the act done to her was different than reading it on paper.

"That will stay in tonight and we'll use a larger one each night until you've adjusted," he continued to stroke her back.

The thought of anything bigger being placed there gave her a hint of unease, she already felt completely stretched. "W-what if I have to go to the bathroom, s-sir," her face flushed bright red at the question.

He chuckled at her words, "Well then you will have me remove it and put it back in." He was glad that she didn't hesitate to voice her concerns, that was going to be very important over the next few days. He had thought to spank her tonight, but the hour was growing late and he relented.  Added to that he didn't want her to think any of her actions had been wrong.  With slow deliberate movements he undid her cuffs from the bench.  "Let's get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow."