This one... Way back when I posted "Aren't we having fun" (btw, if you haven't read that one, I highly recommend that you do - just to get the background to this one) I had a few requests to write a continuation - and I tried to. I had to rewrite the beginning to this several times and eventually had to ask for comments (and reassurance) from a few people (thank you, [mention]TayDay95[/mention], [mention]GreyLord[/mention] and [mention]Caesar73[/mention]) just to convince myself to keep writing. The thing that was kicking my butt was that I tried to write about something I know jack shit about. True, you can say that about almost all my writings, but this time around... Well, I don't have a clue about what happens in a BDSM session - so, after several false starts, I just decided to follow the advice of Prince Rogers Nelson: "If we don't know how, we'll fake it"... start with the characters and write the story around what I would imagine would happen between the two of them. You tell me how it worked.
As usual, I'd really appreciate feedback.
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Such a good submissive
Part 1
Hannah opened the door and stepped into the mostly black room. The catsuited woman behind the desk looked up and smiled.
“Hello, Hannah. So nice to see you again!”
“Likewise, Lena, likewise”, Hannah replied to Miss Berenice’s receptionist.
“How are you today?”
“I’m… fine, thank you. How are you?”
“I’m doing good”, the receptionist replied as she rose from her chair. “Everyone else is busy so I’ll get to walk you in. This way”, she continued, walking past Hannah toward the door leading into the dungeon.
Hannah followed her, once again flashing back to the first time she’d been here and shuddering briefly at the memory. ‘Stop dwelling on that’, she chided herself, forcing the memory out of her head as Lena opened the door. The receptionist was by far the least domineering of Miss Berenice’s employees, but following her down the corridor made Hannah bow her head and clasp her hands behind her back.
“Here we are”, Lena said and opened the door. “You can go in and settle down to wait. Miss Berenice will be along shortly. As usual, I wish you a pleasurable session in our care”, she added, stepping aside and allowing Hannah to pass.
Hannah nodded her thanks and walked into the dungeon. The subdued lighting gave the room a slightly eerie atmosphere. As the door closed, Hannah made her way between the several constructions and stopped in the small open area in front of the throne-like black chair. Stopping there, she first opened her small bag and took out a black leather collar. She took off the choker she was wearing, buckled the collar around her neck, set her bag down and then began to undress, folding her clothes in a neat pile on the floor. She wasn’t trying to look alluring or artistic, she was just concentrating on getting the clothes off her as quickly as possible. She set her panties atop the pile, pushed the pile a little further away and then knelt down in front of the chair. She spread her thighs, bowed her head and settled down to wait.
She didn’t have to wait long. A mere few minutes later she heard a door close somewhere behind her.
“Hello, Hannah”, she heard Miss Berenice say.
“Miss”, Hannah acknowledged her. She listened to the slow steps that made their way closer. Within herself, she once again felt that familiar calming warmth spread. ‘Miss.’ Such a small word, but for her, it conveyed so much. She was no longer in charge.
All she had to do was do what Miss told her to do.
Miss Berenice came to a halt about a meter behind Hannah. The brunette wanted to turn around, to look at her Mistress, but kept her eyes focused on the base of the chair in front of her.
“It is always a pleasure to see you, Hannah.”
“As it is to see you, Miss.”
“Is it? You say so and yet you are disobedient.”
Hannah flinched. “Miss?”
She could feel a light tap on her right upper arm. “Your hands, Hannah.”
Hannah instantly pulled her hands behind her back, clasping them together. “Yes, Miss. I apologize, Miss.”
Miss Berenice walked around the naked brunette and settled down on the chair. She was, as usual, dressed in her catsuit, gloves and high-heeled boots, all in matching black leather with shiny chrome accents, her makeup complementing the imposing outfit. She crossed one leg over the other, the tip of the boot hovering in front of Hannah’s face.
“How are you today, my pretty?”
“I… I’ve been better, Miss.”
“Is there something in your life I should know about?”
Hannah shook her head. “Nothing worth mentioning, Miss.”
Miss Berenice swung her leg down and leaned forward. She reached with her gloved right hand, gripped Hannah’s lower jaw and raised the naked brunette’s face so that they looked each other in the eye. “Honesty”, she said and released her grip. Hannah bowed her head even lower.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I apologize for disappointing you yet again, Miss. Work stress. A few people are sick and we have deadlines to meet.”
“I see. Thank you for telling me”, Miss Berenice said. She leaned back in the chair and looked at the naked young woman kneeling in front of her. They’d last met a little over four months ago as a result of a particularly cruel prank Hannah’s coworkers had played on her. Since then, the brunette had - quite on her own accord - discovered the submissive within her. For the past two months, they’d met almost weekly.
Miss Berenice rose from the chair and picked up a bundle of rope that hung from a nearby hook on the wall. She untied the knot holding the bundle together and let the white cord uncoil to the floor.
“What is your safeword?”
“Deliverance, Miss.”
“Rise.”
Hannah rose - a little clumsily, but Miss Berenice noted that she made a point of not using her hands for aid. The domme hadn’t instructed her to do so, but she was pleased to see an indication of how much Hannah wanted to please her. Hannah stood in the same spot, her head still bowed and her hands clasped behind her back.
Miss Berenice wrapped the rope around Hannah’s wrists and tied them together, cinching the tie and knotting the ropes, making sure the knot was far from Hannah’s fingers. She took a second length of rope and wrapped it around Hannah’s elbows, not pulling them even close to touching, but putting just a little bit of tension. As she knotted the ropes, she could feel Hannah tensing up.
“Is it tight, beautiful?”
“A little, Miss”, Hannah said.
Miss Berenice nodded, but didn’t reply. She used a third rope to bind Hannah’s arms to her body, wrapping the ropes above and below the brunette’s naked breasts. Hannah’s nipples were hard and swollen, as if begging to be touched, but Miss Berenice didn’t do so… at least not yet. She tied the last knot between Hannah’s shoulder blades, well away from the sub’s reach and stepped back.
“Face me.”
“Yes, Miss.” Hannah turned, her head bowed. Miss Berenice could see her fidgeting a little as she tried to ease the tension on her shoulders.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“Yes, Miss. A little, Miss.”
Miss Berenice raised Hannah’s face with her hand so that she could look the naked woman in the eye. “So far, when I have tied you, it has been to your pleasure. Now, I decided to tie you to my pleasure. Right now, it pleases me to make you slightly uncomfortable. Just enough for you to remember your place.”
“Yes, Miss”, Hannah said with a nod. Her shoulders were aching slightly from the tension on her arms. It wasn’t yet anywhere near painful, but she did wonder how long it would take for that to happen. On the other hand… having Miss Berenice treat her like this was making her feel very, very warm inside. Warm and wet. She stood still as the dominatrix looked her up and down, without saying a word.
Miss Berenice turned and walked out of Hannah’s field of view. Hannah wanted to turn and look, but kept her eyes down and straight ahead. Her imagination, however, was busy conjuring up images of what might happen next. She could hear Miss Berenice move things about and then the dominatrix walked back to her, stopping behind her.
“Close your eyes.”
“Yes, Miss”, Hannah replied. She felt Miss Berenice buckle a blindfold on her - it felt like a heavy, fur-lined one. The strap tightened, sealing her into her own private darkness… and making her crotch tingle even more.
The dominatrix stepped right behind Hannah and wrapped her arms around her naked body, pulling their bodies together. Hannah could feel the soft leather of Miss Berenice’s catsuit, the metal accents pressing into her skin, the dominatrix’s breath on her neck. Hands slid up her body, settling onto her breasts. Hannah tried oh so very hard not to squirm, but couldn’t help herself.
“Do not move, my pretty.”
“Yes, Miss. I am trying, Miss.”
Miss Berenice moved her hands ever so slightly on Hannah’s breasts, the leather rubbing over the bare skin, the fingers squeezing ever so slightly… and the bound and blindfolded woman couldn’t stop a quiet moan escaping from her lips.
“And yet you keep moving. You are disobeying me.”
“Yes, Miss. I am… sorry, Miss, I… I can’t help it”, Hannah stammered, trying to concentrate despite the pleasure Miss Berenice’s hands were causing - pleasure that her sightlessness only made more intense..
“Am I being unfair?”
“You… Miss, you are my mistress. I submit… to you. You decide what… is… fair… you decide what you do. I... I submit”, Hannah managed to say. Miss Berenice’s leather-covered fingers had reached her nipples.
“Good girl”, Miss Berenice said. “You learn quickly. However, even good girls need to be punished when they disobey.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Miss Berenice waited for a few seconds before continuing. “But we’ll save that for later”, she said. She stepped back, leaving Hannah standing all by herself.
Hannah breathed deep, trying to calm herself. In her private darkness, she tried to listen for clues as to what might happen next. She wanted to turn her head, but remained still. ‘Much good would that do’, she reminded herself. So she forced herself to stand still. Essentially nothing happened - and still she could feel her arousal mounting. ‘She’s doing nothing and she’s still getting me this horny…’
A hand grabbed her collar. Miss Berenice stroked her face with her gloved hand.
“Such a very good girl. You wanted to turn but didn’t. I’m proud of you.”
Hannah heard Miss Berenice’s footsteps as the dominatrix walked around the dungeon. She came to a halt and waited for a moment before speaking.
“Turn toward me.”
“Yes, Miss”, Hannah replied and turned to her left, facing toward Miss Berenice’s voice.
“Do you trust me, Hannah?”
“Yes, Miss. Completely, Miss.”
“Walk forward.”
Hannah’s reflexive reaction was to raise her hands in front of her, but the ropes reminded her why that wasn’t possible. She was about to raise her foot in the air, to try and feel her way with that, but caught herself. ‘No. I have to trust her. She asked me if I trust her - as a reminder. I have to trust her to take care of me.’
Hannah took a step… then another… and another, her body tense, constantly worried of bumping into something. Behind her back, she was digging her nails to her palms and tried to force herself to breathe calmly. Step by halting step, she moved forward into the darkness that she was looking at.
“Stop.”
Hannah stopped, remembering to keep her legs slightly apart.
“Are you nervous?”
“Um… no, not really… Miss.”
Miss Berenice stepped closer. Her hand landed on Hannah’s cheek. It wasn’t a slap, not by a long shot, but the implication was clear. “Hannah.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“What do I want from you?”
“Honesty, Miss.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes, Miss, I am.”
“Thank you”, Miss Berenice said and stepped away.
The dominatrix walked around the dungeon, making Hannah follow her voice, blindfolded and bound as she was. ‘I want to trust Miss. She will take care of me”, Hannah kept telling herself. She forced herself to take one step after another. ‘Like blind man’s bluff as a kid’, she thought briefly. ‘Yeah, sure. I’m just naked, tied up… and so horny it’s making it hard to think…’ Slowly she made her way through the lightless darkness one halting step at a time.
In her own private darkness, Hannah felt as if she was being led on an invisible, intangible leash. She tried to keep her posture, stand up straight with her head bowed as she slowly walked forward, struggling with herself to walk as naturally as possible. ‘I want Miss to be proud of me…’ Miss Berenice didn’t touch her, barely spoke to her - except for a few words here and there to guide her - and yet Hannah could feel the burn in her crotch grow in intensity, making her squirm and shiver with arousal.
“Stop.”
Hannah came to a halt, keeping her legs apart.
“Is it difficult? Walking forward when you can’t see or use your hands to feel your way?”
Hannah swallowed. “Yes, Miss. It is difficult. I want to trust you to keep me safe but it is difficult.”
Miss Berenice walked closer. She stopped right in front of Hannah. The blindfolded brunette felt a hand grab the D-ring in front of her collar.
“You’re being honest. Good”, the dominatrix said before pausing. Her other hand settled onto Hannah’s chest, between her breasts. “Stand still.”
There you go. The conclusion of the story is due on Wednesday. Yes, only two parts - this turned out so short that I contemplated posting the whole thing on one go, but ultimately decided to split it in two parts, just to give the story a bit more exposure and views.
I'd really like to hear what you think of this one, so please leave feedback. Until Wednesday, have a good one.