Chapter Three
Note to self: Submission doesn’t mean weakness; it means exploring your wants and desires and being strong enough to give control of yourself to someone else.
To Do List:
Write paragraphs about submission for Master Do more research on D/s on the Web Be naked by eight Try to evict the butterflies that have taken up residence in my stomach Grace turned her rear toward the bathroom mirror and bit her lower lip. There were no real marks from her spanking from last night. But she knew they were there, the lingering ache from the spanking she’d given herself under Toffer’s direction. No, not Toffer, she corrected herself, Master. She’d spanked herself under Master’s direction.
She sighed as she turned toward the mirror. Her naked mons looked strange to her, but she was proud of herself for following Master’s direction to the letter. She’d stood in the corner for ten minutes, feeling wonderfully naughty as she put her nose against the wall. Then brought herself to orgasm, screaming Toffer’s name as she went over the edge.
After that, she’d started on her reasons why D/s appealed to her. She’d stayed up most of the night trolling websites to find out information on submission to see if she could explain her attraction to the idea. She’d been surprised to find herself agreeing with so much of the information that she’d read. But the thought of discussing it with Master was scaring her half to death. Her hands were shaking as the clock moved toward eight.
At least he was letting her do it through instant messaging. She wasn’t sure she would be able to voice her reasons out loud. Writing them had been hard enough.
The IM program dinged at eight sharp. Grace took a deep breath and looked at the screen.
Toffer4U: Hello, Gracie. Are you naked?
Graceful: Yes, Master.
Toffer4U: Good girl. How are you feeling today?
Graceful: Nervous.
Toffer4U: And how did your writing go?
Graceful: It was a little difficult. I gave it a lot of thought.
Toffer4U: That was the idea. This little exercise serves several purposes. It will give me a better understanding of what you want in a D/s relationship. It will help us get to know each other better as we discuss the ins and outs of our relationship. It will also help us build trust; that’s the most important thing in a D/s relationship. You have to trust your Master. Do you trust me?
Graceful: It seems weird to say yes, since we haven’t met face to face. But, yes, I trust you, Master.
Toffer4U: I’m glad to hear that. Now, upload your paragraphs to me and we’ll see what’s what. While I’m reading, I want you to play with your nipples and clit. But don’t come. Every orgasm you have from now on will be under my direction, and only when I give you permission.
***
Toffer stared at the words that filled his computer screen. Grace had done her duty well. She’d written three concise paragraphs that showed that she’d spent a great deal of time thinking about the subject, which is exactly what Toffer wanted her to do.
He imagined her lying on her bed right now, stroking her clit and pulling on her nipples. Soft moans would be coming out of her mouth. He took a drink of water and re-read the paragraphs.
The idea of sexual submission fascinates me on many levels. I’ve thought about it for several years, and even suggested the idea of bondage to my ex-husband, who promptly called me a freak. So I buried any feelings that I had, until you came along.
Emotionally, I want to give over control to you because, if truth be told, I want to experience kink without the guilt that comes with it. Knowing that I’m doing something because you want me to will do that. I don’t know if that’s the right reason, but it’s the one that I’ve come up with after a few hours of soul-searching. I imagine that this type of relationship brings a mental connection like I’ve never felt before. And, I want to feel it. By opening myself up sexually, I feel that I can open myself up mentally, too, and make a bond with another person.
Physically, and I know this is where you want me to get specific, I want to experience stimulation that goes beyond the normal realm of sex. I like sex, and I enjoy contact with another person. I want to experience some extremes, including spanking, bondage, and anal sex.
Toffer smiled to himself and looked at the clock. He’d give Grace a few more minutes to stew, to wonder what he was thinking about what she’d written. He wished she was here in the room with him right now. He’d have her sign a contract and then he’d spank her little ass until she was screaming in pleasure. And he knew that she would be.
He and Grace were a match. The only problem was the 1000 miles that separated them. His cock was straining against his pants. In his mind’s eye, Grace was kneeling on the bed in front of him, her hand between her thighs, begging him to let her come. He stroked his hardness and smiled, and then put his fingers on the keyboard again.
***
Toffer4U: Grace? Have you allowed yourself to come? Remember you have to have my permission.
Grace turned toward her laptop, wiped her fingers on a towel and sighed. She was so very, very wet, and it had been hard not to come at the idea of Master reading her letter, but she hadn’t.
Graceful: No, Master. May I have an orgasm, please?
Toffer4U: No. You wrote a good letter, little one. But on the physical side, you only named off the things we’d already discussed last night. I was serious when I said I was keeping a record for when you’re in California. That’s three marks.
Grace stared at the screen. Was he serious? Then she shook her head. Of course he was serious. That’s what this was all about.
Graceful: I’m sorry, Master.
Toffer4U: Right off the top of your head, tell me five things that you want to experience as a submissive. You have one minute.
Her hands shook as she racked her brain. What could she tell him? This was where trust came into play. She had to open up, and she had to do it now.
Toffer4U: You have forty seconds.
Graceful: Hot wax. Orgasm delay. Punishment.
Toffer4U: That’s two. We’ve already discussed punishment. You have 27 seconds left.
Graceful: Nipple clamps. Role playing.
Grace shook her head. One more. She only needed one more. She didn’t want to disappoint him on what was technically their first outing together. What else did she want?
Toffer4U: Fourteen seconds. If you go over your time limit you’ll be applying the hairbrush to your backside again.
Graceful: Blindfolds. Wearing a collar and a leash.
Had she really just said that? Grace felt her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’d just given this man permission to attach a collar around her neck and lead her around on a leash. She should be horrified. Instead, she was absolutely thrilled that it had come out.
Toffer4U: Good, Gracie. A collar denotes ownership, and you will belong to me. How are you feeling right now?
Graceful: Nervous. Very nervous.
Toffer4U: Are you wet?
Graceful: Yes.
Toffer4U: Come for me. Ride it out. Stroke that clit and pull on your nipples, and make noise. Think of me there, watching you come for me, watching the passion rip through your pussy.
Grace moved one hand between her breasts. She twisted her nipples and dipped her free hand into her wetness and pulled on her clit, moaning out her pleasure as she worked her nipples and clit. She was so hot she came instantly, bucking her hips off the bed as she imagined Master standing behind her, applying a flogger to her backside, urging her to come harder.
Toffer4U: Was it good?
Graceful: Yes, Master. So very good.
Toffer4U: What were you thinking about when you came?
Graceful: You.
Toffer4U: And what was I doing?
Graceful: Whipping me with a flogger.
Toffer4U: I’m stroking my cock right now, Grace. Tell me what you’d do if you were kneeling in front of me.
Graceful: I’d suck you.
Toffer4U: Explain it to me. In detail.
Grace was still reeling from her orgasm. She closed her eyes and imagined herself on her knees, Toffer’s hard cock in front of her mouth.
Graceful: I’d open my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head, lapping at the slit, tasting you.
Grace waited for Toffer to answer and then mentally slapped herself when she realized his hands were busy. She decided it was time to go into full-blown writer mode.
Graceful: You’re so very hard. I can feel you as I slide my lips over the head and take your cock into my mouth. You’re hard and throbbing as you slam into the back of my mouth. You taste so wonderful as I suck you down. Master, come in my mouth, please. Fill my mouth; I’ll swallow it all, I promise.
***
Toffer worked his hands up and down his cock, his breath ragged as he read Grace’s words. She was a great writer; that was for sure. He could almost see her in front of him, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth; her head bobbing up and down on his dick.
He almost came when her promise to swallow appeared on the screen. But he didn’t want it to end so soon. He slowed his pace as she described how good his cock felt in her mouth, how he filled her and that she’d never tasted something so wonderful.
Toffer4U: Grace, you’re doing a fantastic job. Don’t forget my balls. Run your tongue around my balls.
Graceful: I will, they taste so very good. They’re full, and feel like they’re about ready to burst.
You ain’t kidding, Toffer thought as he quickened his pace and read her descriptions of running her tongue around his sac.
Graceful: Master? Will you feed me your come?
Toffer came, and he came hard, his seed spurting over his hands and stomach. At this rate, he’d sprain his wrist before Grace made it to LA.
Graceful: Master?
Toffer4U: Yeah, I’m here. Close your eyes, Grace. Lie back and wait for the IM ping. Keep your hands to your sides. I want you to be imagining your first spanking from me. I want you to wait for me to recover from that stupefying orgasm.
Toffer took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to clean himself up and then returned to his desk. He wanted Grace to wait a little bit longer, her mind wandering through the possibilities that awaited them.
He needed to think of a name for her. He always renamed his subs; gave them a name only he would know. They always told him that it made them feel loved. Made them feel like they belonged. He’d come up with something fitting for his new playmate.
Toffer4U: I do believe you’re a born submissive. That was very well done.
Graceful: Thank you, Master.
Toffer4U: I’m going to set some ground rules. Break these rules and punishment will follow. And I don’t have to be present to punish you. You belong to me 24/7, but you will follow my rules explicitly from 5 p.m. to 6 a.m. Monday through Friday, and all weekend. If you have to work late, send me an IM or an e-mail. I won’t interfere in your workday. Do you own a thin robe?
Graceful: Yes.
Toffer4U: When you come home from work, I want you to strip naked and stand with your nose in the corner for twenty minutes every day. That will allow your mind to cross over into your submissive role. Stand with your nose pressed in the corner, your legs spread and your hands clasped behind your back. After that, you will bring yourself to orgasm with your nose pressed against the wall. Then you may wear only a thin robe, unless you have plans for the evening. You must receive permission from me before making any plans, though. Do you understand the rules so far?
Graceful: Yes, Master.
Toffer4U: Good girl. I’m going to send you a box of toys. It should be there by Tuesday. Don’t open it until I call that night.
Toffer took a deep breath. It was risky calling Grace on the phone because she might recognize his voice. But he wanted to hear her voice; he wanted to listen while she came, listen while she slapped a hairbrush across her ass at his request.
Graceful: I understand, Master.
Toffer4U: I have to go to a roast tomorrow night, and probably won’t be home until very late, which would make it very, very late your time. That means you’re on your own tomorrow. Remember to stand in the corner. Then send me an e-mail describing how it felt. You may bring yourself to orgasm by hand only, no toys, before you go to bed. Make sure you sleep naked. Any questions?
Graceful: No, Master.
Toffer4U: Goodnight, Grace. Keep your fingers off your pussy unless you’re following my instructions, understand?
Graceful: Yes, Master. Goodnight.
And the screen went blank.