A submissives journey

She heard a knock, and then commotion at the door as she stepped out of the shower. But she didn't even bother to open and look out. He would take care of whatever was occurring. He took care of everything. She toweled off her long legs, worked her way up her thighs and lightly patted her damp pussy, the hairs curly and dark. She slid the towel around to buff her back, and then wrapped her hair up to finish later. She checked her face carefully in the mirror, tweezing a stray eyebrow lash and starting a delicate ritual of care for her skin. Everything must be perfect for the evening, he had made that implicitly clear.

She let the towel fall and her hair fell around her shoulders. She ran long manicured nails through the wet locks. As she combed it out, she watched herself in the mirror. She wanted it to fall just like this later, the effect would be dizzying. As the blow dryer whipped strands of hair around her face, she thought of how it would look, worn down, free, flying in the breeze. Orders were orders, and she soon had it wound and braided and pinned up. Elegant makeup and rest of ritual complete, she dropped the towel around her and walked out of the bathroom of her hotel suite.

He had an apartment in town, but up to now he had spent his time here. She speculated about his place, but had come to no concrete ideas. She looked around, expected him to be sitting by the window, he was gone. A beautiful bouquet of flowers sat on the table, along with several boxes, one of them quite large, and an envelope.

Naked, warm and scented from the shower, she danced with glee as she ripped open the envelope. "Tonight will be one to remember. We have a dinner engagement and you will wear what's in the boxes. See you in the lobby at 630pm. Until Then, Sir." The smaller boxes contained luscious dark blue lace lingerie...matching bra, panties, garter and stockings. In the large box was a dark green velvet formal, short length, soft shoulders, tight fitting, low cut, yet very elegant. High heels to match and a smaller box, with a double strand of pearls. The tab in the box said , "On loan from..." and the name of which she had never heard.

She checked the time, and dressed quickly. Even then, she was careful. She critiqued each piece of clothing. She checked the straightness of the garter, the smoothness of the stockings. Everything fit perfectly. She watched in the mirror as she fastened the lace bra between her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and the lace exasperated that problem. She stepped into the formal, and held her breath as she zipped it up. The fit was perfect. Such was his magic. She could spend a day trying on clothes and none of them fit. He sends clothes she's never seen and the fit is like a glove. One last look in the mirror, then she reached for her coordinating clutch purse, and she walked quickly to the elevator.

She stood in the elevator contemplating the evening. She looked around, expecting a fairy godmother at any moment. Instead the doors opened, she walked out and there he stood waiting. She walked quickly towards him, only to have him hold up his hand, staying her. He whispered to her "stand still", and proceeded to walk slowly around her, checking, examining. The circle he walked around her tightened and he reached out to put a firm hand on her ass. She remained frozen, eyes looking forward, trying not to look to see who might be witnessing his inspection. The hand felt like a *sizing* exercise..and then, just as quickly, he gathered her in his embrace, snuggling at her neck, holding her close and whispering once again, telling her how well she had done, how well she would be rewarded.

He led her swiftly out of the lobby and into his waiting car. Talk in the car was light, bantering. The music was a bit loud, and drowned the silences. He didn't touch her, or look towards her, just drove, fast. As they turned down the lane to the club, he smiled, and turned to her. "This event is important. You will smile and be pleasant to all the men, greet all the women, and remain as quiet as possible otherwise. Stay within an arm's reach of me. And stay prepared for the unexpected. Now, shall we go have a delightful evening?"

The attendant helped her from the car, and she waited for him to put his hand in the small of her back and propel her down the walk to the doors.

Their entrance was simple and quiet. A few friends greeted him at the door, and then they made their way quickly through the important hellos of the night. Drinks were served. He ordered her scotch and water. She hated scotch and water. She drank it anyway. As they were seated for dinner, she was dismayed to find herself seated several places away and across from him. He simply smiled, lifted his glass, and toasted her obvious discomfort at her dining companions. One very conceited oaf and the other, an older, grey haired gentleman that couldn't hear, but obviously saw well. He stared at her the better part of the meal.

The band began to play later. They danced a few, and were enjoying another scotch, or at least he was, as the conceited oaf was making his way across the room. He quickly set down his drink, took away hers, and pointed her to the door.

"It is time to go, my Princess," as he whisked her out and towards the parking area.

His car retrieved, they headed down the tree lined lane.

"Pull your dress up..to your waist. I'd like to see what's been hidden from me during dinner."

She quickly squirmed to pull the dress to her waist. He reached over with his hands to spread her knees further apart. His fingers trailed upwards a bit, then back down.

"There, that will be nice for the drive."

And they drove and drove. She was totally lost, had no idea where they were. Finally, he pulls into an almost empty parking garage and parks the car. He gets out, walks around to her door, and practically lifts her out of the car. He quickly pulls her into a tight embrace, kissing her deeply. She passionately returns the kisses, but before she can wrap her arms around him, he pulls away, and begins to lead her to the elevators.

They ride the lift in silence. He stood with his left arm around her waist, standing close. His hands roam down from her back to her ass, he feels and squeezes at random. He grins in mischief. She is so calm, so collected. He wonders at what point he will break through that exterior. They both know what she's agreed to, what can and most likely will happen. He takes her calmness as the sign that she is settled in her decision, and he plans, thinks, and cultivates ideas.

The elevator opens into a large room. A loft. His.

With a gentle nudge to her back, he escorts her into the open area. High glass windows ring the entire apartment. No curtains, but high enough that only a telescope from a much higher building could voyeur. And there were no taller buildings in the area. The room was illuminated with the full moon. To the left, she saw a very industrial kitchen. All metal and chrome. Every item in it's place. But an extensive collection of cookware that was obviously used, though cared for as well. Partitions that didn't run all the way to the ceiling...walls without ceilings, almost. His arm swept out from his side, "Would you like the tour?"

Smiling and without reserve, she nodded her head. He guided her towards the middle of the loft...a large leather sectional in black leather sat in the middle of the room on a white rug. The centerpiece was a massive collection of electronics. A complete, absolutely everything entertainment wall. All neatly and artfully organized. Sleek, modern, polished chrome. Around to the right was a small maze of rooms. A bedroom, open shower done in concrete and chrome, a bathroom, all Spanish brick tile, with a freestanding claw footed bathtub to one side.

As her heels clicked on the tile, he spun to take her in a passionate embrace. He kissed deeply, taking her breath away, sucking the life from her. She gasps for air as he releases her from the kiss. She can barely hear as he whispers of the delights of the evening...."wine, spanking, close dancing, deprivation, control...and the lack of it. I accept the submission that you offer...and will use it for our mutual pleasure."

As he turned from her, his hands having arranged her arms during the embrace, her arms came to her back, and he held them there, tightly, as he guided her back to the bedroom. They stood looking at it together. She saw a soft bed, dark blue comforter, sheets, pillows, pine wood..a four poster bed, reminicent of mountain cabins...matching dark wood dresser with a large mirror, a tall narrow chest with small drawers, and another wooden cabinet, for what purpose she did not know. He saw the posters she would be spread between. He envisioned her eyes when he would open the wooden chest to show her the alternatives for the evening. He left her standing there..and went to sit on the side of the bed. He watched as she stood there. Did she grow nervous, anxious? He wondered.

He let her stand there until she finally looked towards him. "Come, sit in front of me on the floor." He reached into a nightstand and took out a large comb. She knelt in front of him, her back to his knees. He gently pulled out the pins holding her hair in place. He combed gently, letting the long hair fall around her shoulders. When he had it all combed out, he swept it to one side of her neck and unzipped her dress. He slipped the soft smooth material off her shoulders, and down her arms. The dress pinned her arms to her sides as he exposed her dark blue lace bra. His fingers trailed in admiration at the smoothness of her skin. As he let his fingers trail along her skin, he felt her shudder. He smiled. Once again, he reached into the nightstand. With a pair of scissors in one hand, he quickly reached down and pulled at the lace covering her nipples. He twisted out the fabric clear of her skin, and cut. Without pause, he cut at the other nipple, exposing both to the cool air of the loft. The nipples responded nicely, he thought.

He rubbed her shoulders thoughtfully before pulling her up and around, seating her on his knee. He kissed on her, starting at the base of her neck and covering her with soft kisses. His hand roamed over her hardening nipples, brushing against them. Feeling them give under his hand, hard and sensitive. He playfully batted at them as his kisses grew harder, more insistent. She could feel him growing hard against her leg. She sighed and moaned as he pulled away and stood her on her feet.

"Walk to the bureau. In the top left drawer is a set of cuffs, soft lined, four of them. Bring them to me. Slowly."

He watched her walk carefully over, seeing the front of her reflected in the mirror as she bent to draw open the drawer. She pulled out the cuffs, and looked at the other items in the drawer as she did. She pushed the drawer closed with her hip as she spun around with the cuffs in hand. She walked over and stood before him. He held out his hands, accepting the cuffs, and grabbing hold of her wrists as he did. The cuffs went on smoothly. Lined with soft fleece and made with supple leather, they were tight, but not uncomfortable. There were d rings embedded in the design. He dropped to his knees as she stood there. He slipped off her heels, rolled down her stockings and pulled them free. The ankle cuffs were tighter, but still safe. She felt him run his fingers between the cuffs and her skin. "Pull up your dress." She knelt down and worked the tight dress up her hips, displaying the well fitted garter and matching briefs. With a swift, certain movement, he flashed the scissors, cut loose the panties and ripped them out from under the garter. "Very nice," he said, laughing a little at her sudden panic. He pulled her close, soothing her, calming her back down. Her resolve was dwindling, tied in some way to the amount of clothing she had on, obviously. "Want a drink?"

"Yes, Please" "Wine?" "Would be really nice"

He strode quickly to the kitchen, calling to her to follow..stand in the doorway, talk to him. He chatted almost casually about the evening, the people they had met, the topics discussed. He called her to him. He reached over and with a forceful tug, pulled the dress down around her hips. He lifted her to the counter, placing her bare ass on the cold metal of the cabinet top. He smiled at her audible gasp as he pulled the dress off around her feet. He handed her the wine glass, and offered a toast.

"To gifts" and the glasses chinked.

He stood between her legs, watching her eyes as she drank. He played with the outside of her thighs, and gradually worked his fingers up between her legs, spreading her lips. He ran the bottom of his glass up through the wetness. He tilted the glass, letting drops of wine spill onto her pussy. He laughed out loud as she jumped..spilling even more wine over the two of them. He bent down and with his tongue, began to bathe her, clean up the wine, and taste the sweet nectar that would be flowing so heavily in just a little while.

"That was quite a mess, dear princess. Even a princess is expected to hold herself with decorum, proper and dignified. Spilling wine is careless."

He pulled her off the cabinet, and wrenched her arms behind her back, holding them high, and marched her back into the bedroom. With swift, well planned movements, he pulled cords from a drawer, slipped them into D rings and quickly tied her wrists to the top corners of the bed. He pulled at an ankle, felt her resistance, and quickly reached up to slap at her thigh. "Enough" and bound her ankles. She stood spread, exposed, her pussy level with the high mattress, her arms extended, her nipples hard and exposed through the cutout lace. He walked around her and opened the wooden chest. Suddenly, displayed before her eyes was a large, extensive collection of whips, crops, floggers, leather bindings, plugs, vibrators.

"Choose now, Princess"

"No, no" she pleaded, "don't make me choose. I'll do whatever you wish. Please, Sir, pleeeaassee" Her cries died slowly as she saw the look of steel in his eyes.

"Very well then, don't choose. I'll choose for you, and for me" And he grinned in evil amusement as he pulled the blindfold from his pocket. He walked around behind her and blindfolded her. And then returned to the chest.

"Hmmmmmmmm, this shall do nicely." He chose a leather crop and walked behind her. He used the end of the crop to check how wet she was. The end slipped quickly between her lips, but was not overly wet when withdrawn. That would change, he thought.

He left her there, blindfolded and wondering, as he took off his jacket, his shirt and pants, hanging them neatly in the closet. His dark briefs defined a tight ass, strong legs and powerful build. He grew harder as his hand waved the crop in the air, testing the swing. Without warning, he struck her thigh. Her gasp, followed by a cry, was his gauge. The next stroke was softer, easier, as was the next. He built up gradually by the 7th, and then leaned back. The crisscross of red slashes decorated her ass quite well, he thought. He ran the end of the crop between her legs. When he brought it to his lips, he could lick the moisture off. He poured warm oil his hands, and began to massage her ass and thighs, coating the red marks, being tender, whispering to her, complimenting her.

He reached up and released the ropes holding her spread. She dropped easily to the bed, and he gently nudged from behind to move her to the middle of the soft bed. The comforter had been pulled aside, and she slid effortlessly on the satin. He crawled up behind her, pushing her legs up underneath her, cradling her into a small ball, and then pulled her up on all fours. His hands were all over her, feeling her dangling breasts, running his hands over the ass now in his face. He unsnapped her bra and slipped it off, unbuckled the garter and removed it as well. His hands never left her body, coating her with oil, sliding in and out of her ass and all around her thighs. She rolled over at his nudge. He was impressed by how quickly she learned his body language. Even blindfolded, she felt his movements, and answered as in a well versed song.

He rolled her over and straddled her. Her hands moved up to feel his waist, his thighs. He gathered her hands and placed them under her head. He whispered "don't move them, and I won't have to bind them". He slipped down and between her legs, holding her apart with his strong arms as his tongue began to taste at the well of nectar. She bucked as his tongue found her clit. Suddenly all the control, all the willpower left her. She was a maddened, wild, unbridled movement of passion. She squirmed under his hold, wanting to thrust upwards, screaming out, crying out. She begged him to stop while her body begged him to go faster. She lost herself in her cries and screams as he continued the slow patient quenching of his appetite. When he could feel that she was going to explode any minute, he finally raised his head long enough to say "Cum for me, baby, cum now." He immediately bent down to catch the flow of her cum in his mouth. He felt her juice running down his chin, coating her, covering his face. He continued to lick at her as her tremors died down. He slid off the bed, and pulled off his briefs.

He nestled next to her..his hard cock nudging her. With his arms around her, he sat up, pulling her to face him, sitting in his lap. He lifted her closer, lowering her wet, slippery pussy onto his hard shaft. She bent her legs back behind her as he fell back on his back. She rode him slowly, leaning back and sitting straight up on his cock. She rocked back and forth, feeling him deep inside of her. She leaned forward, letting her hard tits press into his chest. He reached up and pulled off the blindfold.

She locked her gaze on his eyes as they rolled over together. He reached down and brought her legs to the side of her head. He rode her hard, slamming his hard cock into her, timing his strokes to the recovery of each scream. They came together, pushing and straining against each other, each trying to get closer and tighter as their bodies exploded in unison. He continued to fuck her, slowing, yet still deeply and steadily.

She came again, rolling against him, screaming and crying out his name. He stroked her still, feeling her pussy tighten against him as she came. He slowed and finally let his full weight fall onto her, burying his cock inside of her. She squeezed at him with her inner muscles. With no visible movement, they continued to fuck as the waves of her orgasm trembled through them both. Finally, both of them spent and exhausted, he withdrew from her and rolled to her side. Her cries had died to purring, soft moans. He smiled and kissed her, gently.

They lay there, recovering. He wrapped her in the dark blue comforter and gently pulled her to a sitting position. He slid to his feet, and gathered her up. They shuffled together to the couch, turning on the system, filling the loft with the steady beat of music videos. He left her lying there, her eyes hazy and drifting.

He returned from the kitchen with orange juice, and fruit and cheese. He sat the tray on the table within the sectional. He stretched out her legs, pulled her close to him and smiled. His hand reached for the remote, and they settled in for a movie, comfortable in each other's arms. Warm in their recent memories.

The End

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