The Big Book of Submission (9 page)

“Shall we find another, beautiful?” Jeremy asked.

Carley grinned. “Yes, Master.”

WITHOUT QUESTION

Lucy Felthouse

I
do it without question. Every single thing she asks of me. I relinquish all power, all responsibility. It is wonderfully freeing. It is sublimely beautiful. Just like her.

“Kneel,” she barked. I did it. I dropped to my knees before her perfect form. Part of me wanted to look up, to drink in the sight of her standing there, hands on her hips, her body encased in shiny black leather. I knew I wouldn't lift my gaze, though. I couldn't. I have the utmost respect for my Mistress and never want to do anything to displease her. Especially since my Mistress is also my wife.

Ever since I got back from Afghanistan and met her in a restaurant, she's been testing me. Then, it was teasing my cock under the table while she was wearing sharp
stilettos, bringing me to the very edge of climax, right there in the restaurant. Now, she occasionally takes over the role of my ex-commanding officer and treats me like some kind of new recruit.

“Now drop and give me twenty. No, scratch that. Make it forty.”

It was clichéd, totally unoriginal, but it got me harder than I'd ever been in my life. After so long taking orders without question, it was impossible to change that aspect of my personality, which is why I'm so grateful that Cassie came into my life—permanently—when she did. She took over the role of the Army, directing me here, there and everywhere, helping me to move forward, to adjust to civilian life. Together, we took baby steps, and when I felt able to cope, she scaled back her bossiness and reserved it strictly for the bedroom. Or, you know, anywhere else we had sex. Which was everywhere.

It worked perfectly. Day-to-day life was mine to control, to live. But as soon as we slipped into a scene, I was completely submissive—just the way I liked it. I closed my eyes as the sight of the carpet coming closer, then moving farther away, was in danger of making me feel queasy. I obviously wasn't working hard enough, because a spike-heeled boot settled into the small of my back and pressed down, hard. I hesitated for a millisecond, gathering all the strength I had, and continued with the push-ups. It was more difficult, of course, but it was also much more rewarding. Not to mention arousing. The shards of pain generated by the boot's
heel sliced through my body, making my blood pump faster, harder, twisting my pleasure dial up to eleven. Thankfully my boxer shorts were tight enough to keep my cock under control, otherwise it would have gotten in the way as I lowered myself to the carpet.

I concentrated hard on keeping track of how many push-ups I'd done. If I fucked up and miscounted, I would be punished. And as much as I loved the punishments, I loved my Mistress and her delectable body more, and the sooner I satisfied her whims, the sooner she'd let me loose to play with her, pleasure her. Make her come.

“Very good,” she eventually said, placing her foot back on the carpet. “You're getting so good at these impromptu fitness tests, Holden. I'll have to think of something different. More challenging.” She fixed me with a stern gaze.

“Yes, Mistress. Whatever you say.”

“Of course you'll do whatever I fucking say!” Like lightning, her hand left her side and slapped my face, hard. The heat and the humiliation zipped immediately to my groin.

“Please,” I murmured. Then louder. “Please!”

“Please what?” she said, putting a finger beneath my chin and yanking my head up. Her eyes flashed. My cock throbbed.

“Please can I…touch you, Mistress?”

Clearly as aroused as I was, her expression softened just a little, and she gave a curt nod. “You may, slave,
but only because you've been so good. Don't expect me to let you off this easily all the time.”

“I won't, Mistress, I promise.”

“Fine. Take off your clothes, then lie on your back. I want to see that stiff cock of yours. And then I'm going to ride it.”

I gulped, then hurried to do her bidding. The anticipation, the excitement made me clumsy, and I got my head momentarily stuck in my T-shirt, then turned all thumbs when it came to undoing my jeans and getting them off. Cassie crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Seconds later I was in the position she'd commanded.

“About damn time, too.” She reached down and undid the flap in her leather outfit that gave access to the heaven between her legs. Then she straddled my stomach, her slickness smearing against my abs. It took every bit of willpower I possessed not to grab her and impale her on my cock.

She crawled up my body and positioned herself over my head. “Lick me. When you've made me come, I'll allow your cock inside me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Immediately, I lifted my head to reach her and stuck out my tongue. She hadn't given me permission to use my hands, so I folded them behind my neck for support. The first taste of her tangy sweetness was sublime, and I was sure that if I could see my cock, I'd glimpse the precome seeping from its tip. God, how I wanted her.

I pleasured her the best way I knew how. There was no teasing my Mistress—she wouldn't allow it. So I didn't delay. I went straight for her clit, flicking and circling it with my tongue until it swelled, then sucked it into my mouth and pulled until she came.

There was a moment when she stopped being a Mistress, my Mistress, and simply became a woman thrust into oblivion. “Fuck…oh fuck…yes…yes…YES!” She continued to swear and babble nonsense as her pleasure washed over her.

I didn't move a muscle. All I wanted was her hot, tight sheath around my shaft and I wasn't going to do a damn thing to jeopardize that. My good behavior was rewarded. As soon as she recovered sufficiently, Cassie shifted back down my body, grasped my cock in her hand and pointed it at her entrance. Then, without preamble, she dropped down onto it. One second I was out, the next second I was in. My body and brain couldn't quite catch up with what was happening, and were further confused when she began to ride me, fast and furious.

I was helpless. All I could do was lie there, like some kind of sex machine rather than a human being. She was fucking me, but using my cock for her own pleasure. I still didn't know if she was going to allow me to come—she'd said I could get inside her, but not that I'd be allowed to climax.

It was torture and perfection all at once. It didn't matter whether she gave me permission to climax or not.
My Mistress was on me—in more ways than one—and she was happy. And when she was happy, I was happy.

For me, that was heaven.

IN THE DARKNESS

Regina Lafayette

I
strain my ears to listen for her. My hands are stretched above my head, wrists held in cuffs anchored to the bed with thick chain. I blink fruitlessly against the blindfold Nicole has placed on me and let out a frustrated groan.

Dammit,
I think.
I don't even know if she's in the room right now.

My whole body is alert, lying exposed and at her disposal. Suddenly, I feel her swing a leg over to straddle me. The soft touch of her leather crop kisses my neck, the flat tip dragging agonizingly slowly over my breasts and down the center of my belly. With a sure and quick motion she flicks the sensitive flesh of my clit, making me cry out. I tense, unable to see where she's aiming her next blow.

“I love when you tense like that in anticipation,” she says, amusement clear in her voice. “Now where shall I hit you?” she asks, and I feel her shift. I think she's putting herself in a better position to wield her crop until I feel her mouth descend onto my cunt.

“Oh fuck,” I say, the deliberate strokes of her tongue catching me by surprise. She works over my clit almost lazily, and I grind upward into her mouth, desperately seeking more pressure, more speed, then make a garbled sound of protest as she pulls away and robs me of her perfect tongue, leaving me throbbing and breathless.

“On your belly,” she says calmly. Firmly. A small snap of the crop just in case her command wasn't clear enough. Emboldened by frustration, I resist.

“No,” I say sulkily. “Make me.”

“Oh, honey,” she laughs, sounding amused. “Gladly.” Before she even finishes speaking the crop strikes the meaty side of my ass, all teasing gone.

“Oh,” I gasp as she revisits the spot. Her hand comes next, centered over the small rising welt, mixing the pain of the dull slap with the sharp sting the crop left behind. My hips jerk up reflexively and she takes advantage of the movement to grip me firmly with both of her hands, flipping me over so I'm lying panting on my belly. She runs her hands over the backs of my thighs and ass.

“Beautiful,” she says, dropping a kiss on my cheeks.

“Ah,” I cry out as the soft feel of her lips suddenly gives way to a bite harsh enough to bring tears to my eyes.

“So pristine and asking to be marked,” she finishes.
She pulls my ass roughly up into her, leaving me leaning down into the cuffs, ass and throbbing cunt exposed for her. Flush against her, I feel the outline of her garter belt.
Fuck,
I think.
She knows how much I like that.
She swats at the side of each breast. I feel the tip of the crop underneath me dragging over my belly and across my slick folds before reaching my ass, where she swipes it in a few places, seemingly judging their merit as a target. Swipes give way to swats. Gentle—infuriatingly so—teasing.

“Harder,” I beg, too aroused for the torture of these featherlight sensations.

“First defying me, now ordering me around,” she says with fire in her voice. “I don't think so.” The crop falls swiftly. “You've been a bad girl,” she says, increasing the intensity of her blows. I can hear how much she's enjoying this in her voice, and the throbbing arousal of my clit gets worse.

“Aw, this spot is sore, isn't it?” Nicole asks teasingly as she pauses and runs her hand over what must be a nice welt developing. “What a shame,” she says, not sounding sorry at all as she brings the crop down with perfect aim on just that spot.

“Oh fuck,” I pant, the leather on my sore flesh toeing the brink of too painful, a delicious pain that I want to endure for her.

“I love watching you take this from me,” she says appreciatively. “You're nice and pink for me now,” she continues. She reaches between my legs to find me soaking.

“Just like I thought,” she admonishes. “Bad girl, you enjoyed that too much.”

All I can do is whimper. Her hand barely brushes my clit and I grind into it, needing her fingers inside me. But I know I can't ask. I've been bad.

“Bad girl,” she says again, followed by a quick and purposeful strike with her crop. After a pause in the blows and with her hand between my legs, the sting of the leather feels exquisitely painful.

“Are you sorry yet?” she asks.

“Yes,” I pant. “I am.”

Nicole's breath hovers in my ear for a moment and I turn my face to kiss her, wondering if my punishment is over, but then the breath disappears and the leather lashes across my skin.

“That didn't sound sorry enough,” she explains.

“I'm sorry. I was a bad girl for disobeying you and enjoying your punishment,” I say sincerely, taut with preparation for another blow, but I hear the crop drop softly on the bed. My legs are pushed roughly apart.

“I think you've learned your lesson.” Her hand slides to my cunt.

“So wet for me,” she says softly as she reaches around me, leaning down to bite the top of my shoulder, hard.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I moan as her fingers dance over my still-throbbing clit. She gives a few teasing flicks before settling into a rhythm. I whimper, starting to come apart in her arms as she strokes me.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”
she asks, sliding two, and then three fingers into me from behind and working them inside in all the right ways that she knows I like.

“Yes, fuck.” I lose my words into an unintelligible moan as I throw my head back, hips starting to move against her hand as I feel myself about to come. She stills my hips, holding me firmly in place.

“No,” she says firmly as she fucks me relentlessly with her hand. “Be still. No wiggling.” Her commanding voice and restraint send me over the edge. I come hard around her fingers, the orgasm pulsing through me as I'm held immobile by her hands and the cuffs.

“Good girl,” she says, removing my cuffs and blindfold. I struggle to turn myself around, but she holds me down, gently now, to kiss over the welts teased up by the crop.

“Mm, you're going to have some nice marks tomorrow, babe,” she says, pleased. I smile, looking forward to the little reminders. I turn around and pull Nicole to my level, raising myself up to look down at her appreciatively.

“Fuck, you look sexy in a garter belt,” I tell her, eyes roaming up her long legs to her naked exposed pussy, topped by the belt's black lace. My hand roams up one thigh, skimming the straps.

“And being tied up looks wonderful on you,” she says, pulling me into her and locking her arms firmly around me.