Susan's Submission Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Susan contemplated her predicament. She was nude, save for her high-heeled shoes and
stockings and practically suspended from the hoist overhead. She wore leather wrist cuffs,
which were attached to the end of a long chain above her head. Her arms stretched nearly
to their capacity above her. Her ankles were similarly adorned with leather cuffs, and her
feet spread widely by the metal rings sewn into the ankle cuffs and fastened securely to two
iron rings set into the concrete floor.
Her short blonde hair was pressed firmly to the back of her head by the leather strap which
held her gag securely in place, in fact held her panties, which had been wadded and stuffed
into her mouth. She could taste the somewhat acrid taste of her sex, which had become
imbedded within the fabric of her panties.
She looked nervously about the basement room, which had been decorated and equipped
as a dungeon torture room. She had no previous experience in this type of situation, and did
not know how to act, or what to do. Then it occurred to her, that she didn’t have to do
anything. Everything that happened, more specifically, happened to her, would be done for
or to her. There was nothing expected of her except to endure whatever happened.
The air was cool, while not cold, and she glanced down and saw that the light pink nipples
adorning her smallish breasts were fully erect, as though excited. She was not struggling,
the time for that had passed, but with each movement her breasts swayed a bit. The
muscles in her upper legs ached, as they were severely stretched, yet still bore most of her
weight. That coupled with the fact that she still wore the high heels, caused her to wonder
how long she would be made to endure this awkward position. It seemed like an hour,
maybe two, but in fact was more likely twenty or thirty minutes. She had been left alone, for
whatever reason, but her situation, despite the pain and discomfort, excited her. She had no
idea of what to expect next, or when to expect it.
On the far wall of this dungeon room, were hooks, each neatly holding paddles, whips and
even canes. The canes were long wispy lengths of cane, each had a handle wrapped with
leather, and a leather strap, which apparently fit around the wrist of the user. There were
also several sets of handcuffs hanging from other hooks, as well as what appeared to be
gags and other assorted latex and leather devices, many of which, Susan understood.
Toward the center of the room, was a large wooden butcher-block table. This table was over
eight feet in length and perhaps four feet across, and embedded into each corner of the top,
were steel rings, each held in place by a large bolt driven through the thick surface of the
table.
To her left, Susan could see two planks of wood, bolted to the wall in an X. They formed
sort of a cross. She could see that near the top of each end of the X, were metal rings,
bolted to the solid wooden device. Looking down, she noticed that identical rings were
affixed near the bottom of the cross.
To her right, Susan eyed what appeared to be a leather pommel horse, without the
pommels. Glancing to the floor, she could see that there were again iron rings imbedded
into the floor, two on either side of the horse.
One thing that struck the helpless woman, was that there were large bright lights over the
table, as well as the horse, and over her head as well. There were also lights set into the
wall, just below the ceiling, in each corner of the room. It were almost as if this room were a
television studio, although none of these lights were turned on. It also occurred to her that
each wall, as well as the ceiling was covered with black textured foam, resembling the
inside of an egg carton. Susan understood that this was a soundproofing material and would
easily absorb whatever noise came from this room.
Though she had no experience in such a setting, Susan could easily envision the use for
each device as it applied to her current predicament. And it excited her, as she remembered
that she had come here voluntarily, prepared to face whatever happened to her, becauseit
excited her.
She had read the ad in the local underground newspaper, asking for a single woman who,
‘wanted to explore her boundaries’ and ‘discover the joy of giving one’s self to a man
completely’. The ad had intrigued her. It excited her. She called the number and the voice of
the answering machine, or perhaps it was voice-mail, prompted her to leave her name and
number. After a slight hesitation, she had done so. This was on a Thursday afternoon, and
she finally received a return call on her cell phone the following morning. The caller, Peter,
told her that he was returning her call, and that he supposed she was calling in response to
his ad in the paper.
Susan responded that she had.
“I’d like to set up a meeting with you, in a public place on Saturday afternoon, if that’s alright
with you,” he said.
Susan replied, “Saturday afternoon is fine,” as her mind raced.
“Great, we could meet at the Riverwalk Café around two o’clock,” he said.
“Two o’clock is fine with me,” she nervously answered. “I’ll be wearing a red blouse, so you’ll
know me.”
His reply was short and to the point, “I’ll know you when I see you. Please don’t be late.”
Then he had hung up and Susan stared at her cell phone as though he were about to come
through the receiver. She pressed the End button on her phone and discovered that her
heart was pounding. She was surprised that others around her couldn’t hear it.
That night she barely slept. She tossed in her attempt at sleep, wondering what she had
become involved with. She would move from wanting to call the number again and leave a
message that she wouldn’t be able to make the appointment, then wanting to experience
the excitement of the unknown. Finally she found sleep, awaking late the next morning to
the daylight streaming through the windows of her tiny apartment. She looked at the clock
on her nightstand and nearly panicked to learn that it was nearly eleven thirty.
She rose, made coffee and toast, then prepared a hot bath. She bathed and performed her
morning toilet, then sat at her table eating her morning meal. The entire time, her mind was
wondering about what she was getting involved with, and what type of man Peter would turn
out to be.
It wasn’t that she was concerned that Peter would turn out to be an older, overweight, and
perhaps balding man, with slovenly habits. She had been there and done that before. She
could not help but imagine the worst, somehow hoping for something at least slightly better.
She took her time with her breakfast, then carefully applied her make-up. She looked at her
reflection in the mirror and understood that while she wasn’t model material, she was not
unattractive. If fact, she looked perhaps a bit younger than her twenty-eight years.She had
nice features, high cheeks, a long and slender neck, and deep blue eyes. She was petite
and the only thing she would change about herself would be to have larger than her already
thirty-four inch breasts.
She carefully chose her undergarments, a French-cut silk bikini pair of panties, with a lacy
matching silk bra. She shrugged into her red blouse, then carefully stepped into her
somewhat short black skirt, zipping and fastening it at her hip. She chose black high-heeled
shoes and decided against stockings (after all it was afternoon). Once finished dressing,
she noted that it was nearly time to leave. She called for a taxi and it arrived almost fifteen
minutes later. She climbed in the back seat and announced to the driver that the Riverwalk
was her destination.
The driver pulled up, nearly fifteen minutes later, raised the flag and announced, “That’ll be
$12.95 lady.”
Susan handed him a ten and a five-dollar bill, meekly adding, “Keep the change,” and got
out of the taxi.
It would take her several minutes to walk the distance to the café, and as she walked, she
noticed that she was practically running, in her nervousness. She purposefully slowed her
gait and felt her heart thumping in her chest. She was excited and in her slower pace,
noticed that she was nearly breathless, her nipples were hardened and glancing down, she
noted that their small outlines could be seen through her sheer bra and blouse. She felt
herself blush, after all, she was a somewhat modest person, then it occurred to her that she
could feel a dampness between her legs.
Minutes later, Susan entered the small café, and informed the hostess that she was
expecting someone and would like a table on the patio overlooking the Riverwalk. She took
her seat after being led to her table, and looked out at the view. Passersby would stroll by,
and beyond that, a few paddle boats and canoes on the river with couples and k**s.
As she watched, she sensed someone moving behind then next to her. She looked up.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked somewhat casually, gesturing to the empty chair at her table.
“I’m terribly sorry,” she replied, “I’m expecting someone.”
“Relax,” he said calmly, “I’m Peter.”
Susan gave a start, he wasn’t what she was expecting at all. She felt a lump well in her
throat. She was so unsure of what to expect, but this wasn’t an older man at all, perhaps
thirty or at the oldest, thirty-five. He had neatly cropped light brown hair, with a matching
goatee. He wasn’t overweight at all, and while probably not a body-builder, she saw that he
had a muscular build. As she stared into his deep brown eyes, she felt almost as though
she were falling in.
“Of course,” she said, “Please have a seat.” She hoped her nervousness wasn’t betrayed by
her shaky voice.
He moved smoothly to the other side of the table, pulled the chair out and gracefully sat. He
looked into her eyes, and Susan somehow felt that those piercing brown eyes were, in fact,
staring directly into her soul.
Once he was seated, a waitress approached, “May I get you a menu?” she queried.
“No thank you,” Peter answered, “just coffee for me. Did you want anything?” he asked
Susan.
“No!!. coffee will be fine for me too.” she almost stammered.
The waitress turned and went to place the order. Peter looked at Susan and almost sweetly
said, “Thank you first, for answering my ad. Also, thank you for meeting me here and most
of all, for being on time.”
Susan didn’t know what to say, she managed a meek, “You’re welcome.”
An awkward moment of silence came over the two, the Peter asked lightly, “Why don’t you
tell me about yourself?”
Susan spent the next several minutes describing her life, her work, her interests and
hobbies. As she spoke, the waitress silently delivered their coffees and left. As Susan
added the smallest dribble of cream to her coffee, she relaxed a bit and found herself telling
this man about her marriage and its subsequent divorce. She went on to talk about her
terrible choices with men in the recent past.
When she had finished, she found herself surprised that she had opened herself to this man
in a very short time, talking those personal things that she hadn’t discussed with anyone
else. She was about to become surprised at her willingness to discuss even more intimate
things with this virtual stranger.
Peter asked simply, “What were you expecting to find when you answered my ad?”
For a moment, Susan’s nervousness returned. She said nothing for a full minute, then
slowly explained her intrigue at the ad. She had never before ‘leapt’ into anything, let alone
giving herself totally to anyone. That had excited her. While she had ideas, she was not
entirely certain of what was meant in the ad about, ‘exploring her boundaries’. That had
intrigued her. Basically she felt that his ad had been so unique, unlike any of the others, she
wanted to meet this unique man.
A smile crept at the corners of Peter’s mouth. He looked pleased and explained that he also
had been divorced and since that time, decided that his rather traditional approach of
meeting women was meeting with dismal failure. He had interests and desires that he had
considered carefully in the two years since his marriage ended. “The best approach, I’ve
decided, “ he said simply, “is to ask for exactly what I want. That eliminates confusion and
misunderstanding.”
At this point, Susan understood, that Peter was controlling the discussion. He went on to
say that he had somewhat unique preferences in women, and so far, Susan seemed to fit
his taste. There was more, much more. Peter explained that he wanted a woman who was
willing to abandon all control, relinquish herself to him completely. He was very careful to
explain, that this served as evidence that the woman willing to do this, was willing to give
herself to him, regardless of cost or comfort, and that he found this very exciting. Further, he
explained to Susan the issue of trust.
“It all comes out to whether a man and woman trust one another,” he said matter-of-factly.
“A woman can talk about trusting a man, and even state that she’s willing to demonstrate
her trust, but when it comes down to it, it’s only talk.” He continued, “A woman who is willing
to suffer for her man, despite pain or discomfort, is literally putting her trust in him.”
As she listened to this handsome, gentle man and his explanations, Susan saw the truth in
his words. She felt as if she were being enlightened, like never before. She also, more
importantly, understood that this was something she had omitted in every relationship she’d
had with every man.
Peter continued, “Trust is an interesting issue. Normally, it’s something that must be earned
over time. In my instance however, I’m asking for the extraordinary. I’m asking for someone
who can trust immediately. I will not abuse the trust, but offer the opportunity to leave
immediately, anytime you choose. In other words, at any time you like, you may discontinue
the relationship, and I will honor your feelings and you may just leave.”
Susan felt herself excited once again. Here was this handsome stranger (though she didn’t
feel as though he were) speaking somewhat softly, knowingly, and self-assuredly. He knew
exactly what he wanted, and had become unafraid of asking for it. She sensed his warmth
and was convinced beyond any doubt that he was sincere.
“To be very frank,” Peter continued, “I’ve received six responses to my advertisement. I’ve
already spoken with three, you’re number four. I have meetings scheduled with the other
two this afternoon. I will confess, that your predecessors left a great deal to be desired. Two
were married and the other didn’t appear to be to stable emotionally.”
Susan looked at him, wondering what was to come next.
“You’re a beautiful woman, who I believe understands me and more importantly, what it is
that I am looking for. I would like to cancel the other two appointments, and have dinner with
you this evening, so I can explain exactly what it is that I want and expect. I’d definitely like
to learn more about you and your expectations, and at some point after our dinner,you may
take your time to decide whether this is something you’d like to pursue.”
“Of course,” Susan nervously replied, “I think that would be wonderful.”
Peter gave her the name of a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of the city, and
explained that he would make the dinner reservations for eight o’clock that evening.
With that, he reached across the small table, took Susan’s hand held it up and kissed it
lightly. He rose, peeled a bill from his money clip, placed it on the table and said rather
quickly but politely, “Goodbye”.
Susan sat, her head spinning, idly stirring the coffee she hadn’t drank. A million thoughts
raced through her mind, and she realized that her excitement had never left. She was
certain that he had read her mind and understood her excitement and embarrassment. She
glanced down and again saw that her hardened nipples were pressing their outline through
her blouse.
She had returned home, and idly milled about her apartment. Unable to watch anything on
television, she turned her stereo on and let music fill her home. She tried reading, but was
unable to focus on anything other than her anticipation of the dinner date later that evening.
As evening approached, she decided that another bath was in order. She filled the tub with
piping hot water and scented bath salts. She stepped into the bath, sat and triedto relax
however knew her own excitement, and the cure for it. Susan slowly stroked her breasts,
her nipples already erect. She slowly moved her right hand from her breast over her
stomach and between her legs. She masturbated, eyes closed, imagining herself with Peter,
fantasizing things he wanted to do to her.
As she prepared for dinner, she again carefully chose her attire. She slipped a sheer pair of
satin thong beige panties, carefully adjusting the waistband over he hips. She had laid out a
pair of black stockings that she slid slowly over her toes and up her smooth legs. From her
closet, she chose a simple black dress with slender shoulder straps and stepped into the
garment pulling it up and sliding her arms through the straps. She looked one last time into
her mirror, quickly brushed her short blonde hair, turned picked up her purse and keys,
turned out the lights, and went outside to meet the taxi she had called.
It was just a few minutes before eight when she entered the restaurant, and found Peter in
jacket and tie, waiting by the Maitre D’s station. Again a smile tugged at the corners of his
mouth as he spotted Susan entering.
”It’s so good of you to be on time, again.” he smiled.
Susan found the remark a bit odd, wondering whether Peter had a promptness fetish, but
dismissed the thought.
The Maitre D led them to a table in a far corner of the small restaurant. As they arrived at
the table, Peter stepped between the Maitre D and gallantly pulled Susan’s chair for her. He
moved to the other side and took his seat, smiling and thanking the Maitre D, who turned
and left.
“Do you like lasagna?” Peter asked.
“Yes, very much.” Susan responded.
“They have the very best here, do you mind if I order?” he asked.
“Please do,” was all that she could say.
The next moment, as if on queue, the waiter approached the table and took Peter’s order,
“Lasagna for two, salad, bread, with a bottle of Chianti, please”
The waiter wordlessly turned and left.
They chatted almost idly as their wine, salads and bread were delivered to their table.
Talking about nothing in particular, and almost everything in general. Peter had tasted the
wine as it was poured into his glass, nodding his approval, the waiter poured wine for
Susan, then filled Peter’s glass, set the bottle on the table and again left.
“I suppose that you’re curious about how we’re to proceed with this relationship, should we
decide to proceed.” Peter said.
Susan could only nod.
“Why don’t you ask whatever it is that you like, and I’ll be happy to answer whatever
questions you may have.”
Again, Susan’s mind was racing, there were so many things she wanted to know. She was
excited and almost didn’t trust herself to speak. “You talked earlier this afternoon, about
pain and suffering,” she started, “would you explain that to me?”
“Of course,” he replied. “Have you ever been in a relationship where your lover has tied
you?” he asked.
“No.”
“When you are tied or bound, you are helpless. There is little you can do. You have, in a
sense, relinquished all control. You have placed your trust, entirely into another’s hands.
But, as I also mentioned before, you have submitted or givenyourself without reservation to
that man. At that moment, you’ll find that there is nothing for you to do but submit, and I
think that you are a woman who finds that fascinating.”
Susan believed in her heart, that this man was reading her mind. He was speaking calmly
and matter-of-factly about an enormously exciting proposition.
Peter continued, “When I inflict pain upon you, you’ll understand that you are demonstrating
with far more than words, your willingness to suffer for me, and I find that to be
extraordinarily exciting. Of course,” he went on, “we would use a ‘safe’ code-word, that
should it become more than you can stand, we stop immediately, whatever it is thatwe’re
doing.”
This made perfect sense to the woman, who again found her breathing fast and deep, she
felt herself blush and the wetness returned between her legs.
Their meal had arrived, Susan realized she had barely eaten her salad and as the steaming
dish was placed on the table, Peter reached and served the meal to her. He had a small
patient smile on his face, as though he were allowing his words to ‘sink in’.
Peter handed Susan’s plate to her then served himself, and finally resumed his
conversation. He explained that bondage and discipline was something that he had carefully
studied over the past year, and while never actually participating, had gone to private clubs,
watching and learning about the practice and better understanding the relationship between
a master and slave.
As they ate, he explained that there would be times where she would think him to be cruel,
but that she would come to appreciate that he would also be very caring. He would not
subject her to anything he did not think she would be able to endure, and absolutely under
no circumstances would he scar her or cause any permanent injury.
All through his commentary, Susan could feel the **** in the pit of her stomach growing.
She understood that this was anticipation building within her. She was already convinced
that this was a relationship she desired. Moreover, this was a man that she desired to
pursue it with. The thought of perversion had never entered her mind, and it was because of
this man’s manner and forthright attitude toward the whole matter.
They talked again through the meal, she shared with Peter that she was intrigued and in
fact, excited about the proposition. As they were preparing to leave, Peter asked for the
check. After he paid, they left and stood outside the restaurant.
Peter grasped Susan by the shoulders, his eyes burning into her, “What I would like for you
to do is take some time. Think this over, after all, it is a very serious consideration, and I
want you to decide very firmly, that this is something you want to commit to.Call me with
your answer, but not until at least Wednesday. If you need more time than that, use itand
call after then, but understand, while you’ll always have the option to walk away from this at
any time, I want your commitment to belong to me, to do whatever I please, and do it to the
best of your ability at all times.” He asked simply, “Do you understand?”
Susan stared back and could only reply, “Yes, I will call you.”
With that, he turned and left her standing in front of the restaurant.
The remainder of the weekend passed slowly as did the next days after that. Susan was
unable to sleep well or eat much. She moped about her apartment and found her thoughts
were almost exclusively about her two meetings with Peter. She knew the moment he had
left her at the restaurant, what her answer was to be. Nevertheless, she waited, finding the
time itself almost to be torture. His words, at the restaurant, were etched indelibly into her
mind. “Suffering and pain.” How would she react? She was uncertain, but equally excited.
She came to understand that the uncertainty itself was an underlying cause for her
excitement. She chose not to masturbate again, and decided that she was going to allow
the tension to grow within her, almost as if a gift to this man who had intrigued her so.
After what seemed an eternity, Wednesday had come. Susan worked that day and upon her
return home, decided to call. She stared at the telephone nervously, not certain of what she
would say, but certain of what it was she would tell Peter. She dialed the number, this time it
was answered and she recognized his voice.
Her attempts at sounding calm and relaxed seemed to be in vain. “Peter, this is Susan,” she
started, “I’ve given our conversation a lot of thought, and I have decided to accept your
offer.” she almost stammered.
“Very good,” came his response. “I’m happy that this is your decision, but I have to ask,” he
continued, “are you certain of what you’re saying?”
Susan knew that the answer came even before she had considered it, but over the past
several days, was convinced more than ever that this was an opportunity she could not
resist. “Yes, I have decided very carefully, and I have never been more certain of anything.”
“Great,” Peter said, “this Friday is a holiday, do you have to work?”
Friday was a holiday, and Susan had a three-day weekend. “No, I am off till Monday.” she
answered.
“Fine, if you’ll give me your address, I’ll pick you up at six o’clock tomorrow evening.” he
said.
Susan gave him the information and Peter verified the street number. He then said, “I would
like it very much if you would wear the same dress that you wore to the restaurant on
Saturday evening.”
She agreed, then they ended their conversation.
The next day, Susan went through the motions at work, unable to concentrate on much of
anything, and thinking constantly of what that evening would bring. She had few
conversations with anyone at work, which was all the better, because she feared that
whatever she might have said, would make little sense.
She arrived home that evening, with little time to bathe, and dress, and had just finished
when the doorbell rang. She grabbed her purse and keys and opened the door to find Peter
standing on the step. She saw his eyes travel up and down, eyeing her, then he said, “You
won’t need that,” indicating her purse, “why don’ you just bring your keys.”
She turned and set her purse on the table, then turned out the lights, joined him on the step
and locked the door. Silently she followed him to his car. He opened the door and she sat
inside. As he opened his door, he held his keys in his hand, but before starting the car, he
turned to Susan.
He started, “Are you absolutely certain that this is what you want, I mean, are you sure that
you want to give yourself to me, to do whatever?”
Though the interior of his car was dark, she could see his eyes, staring intently at her, and
replied, “Yes, I’m sure.”
With that, Peter wordlessly reached in front of Susan, opened the glove box in front of her,
and removed something. It was a blindfold with a leather strap that buckled at the back of
the wearer’s head.
“I want you to lean forward a bit, so I can put this on you,” he said.
Susan felt her heart again pounding in her chest, and complied.
The leather blindfold was fleece lined, so when it covered her eyes, Susan decided it felt
good. She felt Peter reach around her and slightly fumbling, buckled the strap so that it was
tight against the back of her head.
Peter explained that this was her first act of submission, and that while it wasn’t a secret
where he was taking her (he was taking her to his home), he wanted her to experience the
uncertainty of where she was and where it was that she was going.
As they drove, Peter explained that he had spent the past year preparing a special room in
his house for just this very encounter. Susan felt somehow proud, as he explained that she
was the first person to see this room, and that this was to be their first experience with this
sort of master/slave relationship.
It seemed like an eternity, but was more likely only fifteen or twenty minutes, when Susan
sensed that they pulled onto a residential street, and she felt the car slow. She sensed that
Peter reached to push a button, and as they turned into a drive, she could hear the soft hum
of a garage door being automatically opened. The car stopped and she again heard the
hum of the garage door opener as it slowly lowered the door.
Peter got out and walked around, opening Susan’s door, and taking her arm, guided the
blindfolded woman from the door and into the house. Susan felt like lifting the blindfold and
looking about the house, but fought the temptation allowing herself to be led, to a door,
which was opened for her, then a warning from Peter, “Careful, there are about a dozen
steps down.”
Susan carefully navigated her way behind Peter, down the steps, his hand on her arm all
the way, ensuring she didn’t fall or trip. When they arrived at the bottom, he led her across
the basement, to another door. She heard it open, then after passing through, close again.
Peter led her to the center of the room then released his grip on her arm and moved away
from her.
She felt herself standing alone in the middle of the room, when she heard him speak from
the other side of the room, “Please remove your blindfold.”
She did so, feeling the buckle at the back of her head, then tugging the strap to get the
slack necessary to release the buckle. Once done, she pulled the blindfold from her eyes,
opening them slowly and blinking at the sudden intrusion of the room’s light.
She looked around the basement room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light, and found
herself in what for all intents and purposes, was a dungeon.
She was taking it all in, when she heard Peter asking, “Once again, I’ll ask you. Do you
agree of your own free will to belong to me?”
Susan nodded her reply, Peter spoke rather curtly, “You need to answer me aloud, do you
agree to give yourself to me? To be used by me, however I like, whenever I like?”
Susan found her voice and weakly replied, “Yes, I do.” her voice shaking almost squeaking,
and felt her embarrassment at her own nervousness.
“I want you to remove all of your jewelry and place it on the table behind you.” Peter spoke.
With shaking hands, Susan first unfastened the leather band of her wrist watch, turning
slowly and placing it on what appeared to be some sort of wooden bondage table behind
her. She turned again and removed the ring on her finger, then slowly moved her hands to
her ears removing her earrings. She again turned and placed these on the table along side
her watch. She stood in the middle of the room with her hands at her sides looking at Peter
nervously.
“I want you to remove your dress now.” Peter said.
Susan could see him intently staring at her and was certain he noticed her shaking hands
as she reached behind herself to slide the zipper at the back of her dress down. Once
opened at the back, her hands drifted to her shoulders where the tips of her fingers brushed
the straps of her dress over her shoulders. Shrugging almost imperceptibly, the dress fell
from her upper body and she caught it neatly at her waist, stooping slightly as she lowered it
to the floor.
Stepping from her dress, Susan picked it up and placed it on the table behind her. She
turned standing in front of Peter with only panties, stockings, and heels.
“Now, the panties.” was Peter’s next command.
Susan hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her silken thong panties at either hip and
pulled them over her hips, again bending to lower them to the floor. Stepping lightly from
them, she turned and placed these on the table along with her jewelry and dress.
For more than a minute, Peter said nothing. Susan nervously moved her arms from her
sides to attempt to cover her breasts. “No,” came an instant command. “You are never to
cover yourself, or attempt to hide any part of your body from me.” Peter commanded.
She quickly lowered her arms and shifted nervously in her high-heeled shoes.
She watched anxiously as he moved to a cupboard along one wall of the room, and
removed something from it. As he approached her, she could see leather straps in his
hands. He moved next to her, setting all but one of the straps on the table behind her, then
taking her by the right wrist, he lifted her hand and fitted the fleece-lined leather strap
around her wrist, buckling it securely.
Susan smelled the new leather in the room and noted that it was mixed with the aroma of
rubber. She glanced nervously about and noticed the various items hanging from the wall.
Peter moved quickly and placed the second wrist cuff around her left wrist.
Kneeling, Peter had fastened each ankle cuff just above the ankle one each of Susan’s
legs. She shifted slightly, trying to accommodate his efforts. Susan moved her legs as he
bent to his task.
“No,” he chastised, “I want you to remain perfectly still, unless I tell you otherwise.”
Susan felt the fleece-lined ankle cuffs fastened tightly to each leg then watched as Peter
rose.
He took her by the arm and guided her a few feet, then releasing her, moved to some sort of
electrical control panel on the wall. Operating a switch, Susan heard the hum of an electric
motor above her, and looking up, noticed that a chain was being lowered just in front of her
face.
Once the end of the chain had been lowered to eye level, Peter again operated the switch,
stopping the hoist. He moved again to the cupboard and removed something again. As he
moved to Susan, she noted that he had some metal objects in his hand, and as he stopped
next to her, she saw that they were carabiner clips.
Again, Peter knelt in front of Susan, placing all but one of the clips on the floor in front of
her. He quickly inserted the metal ring, sewn into her left ankle cuff into the carabiner clip
then tugging her foot to the side, fed a metal ring embedded into the floor through the clip,
effectively fastening the ankle cuff to the ring in the floor. She looked nervously down as he
picked up a second clip and repeated this process with her right ankle cuff, again tugging at
her leg, as if beckoning her to spread her legs widely in order to enable him to fasten the
cuff of this ankle to another ring set in the floor. Peter picked up the remaining clips, and
Susan stood awkwardly with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, on her high
heels.
Peter took Susan’s wrist and fastened the first clip through her left wrist cuff then fastened
the clip through the last link on the chain suspended before her. He repeated the process
with her right wrist, and moved away.
Susan watched with excitement and suspense as he moved again to the control box on the
wall and operating the switch, she felt her arms being involuntarily raised as the hoist lifted
the chain upward. In a moment, Susan felt her arms being pulled upward, and looked up as
they approached her maximum reach. Peter stopped the hoist only after Susan’s arms were
fully extended above her head and slightly lifting a small portion of her weight from her feet.
She watched anxiously as Peter moved once again to the cupboard and moved toward her
with another leather object. He stopped at the table and picked up something else from the
table then moved in front of this helpless woman. Susan looked down and saw that Peter
had a leather strap, and had also retrieved her panties from the table where she had placed
them.
She found her gaze affixed to his hands as he slowly folded the panties over, then over
again. Once the silk panties were but a small wad of cloth, he spoke, “Open your mouth for
me.”
She first tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat, then complied, opening her
mouth widely.
Peter looked in her eyes, and as he placed the wadded panties between her lips said, “I
couldn’t help but notice that these were a bit damp. It isn’t because your somewhat excited,
is it?”
The helplessly bound woman could feel her face heat up with the blush of her
embarrassment, and looked down as she felt the cloth being forced into her mouth. She
could taste her aroma in the panties, and found herself unable to respond either verbally or
otherwise to his question.
Once the panties were in Susan’s mouth, Peter instructed her to keep her mouth open, then
forced the bit of the leather gag between her lips and teeth. The bit held the panties in her
mouth, and forced her to remain open. He reached behind her head and tightly fastened the
buckle of gag straps behind her head.
Once finished, Peter took only a half step back. Raising his hands, he lightly stroked
Susan’s taught arms with the backs of his fingers. This brought goose bumps to her flesh
and had she not been gagged, more likely than not, a moan from her lips. He moved to her
underarms, which she had thankfully kept closely shaved. He stroked this area under each
arm for some time with the tips of his fingers, as if exploring a seldom seen area of her now
vulnerable body.
After a few moments, Peter turned his attention to his victim’s breasts. Softly circling the
smallish mounds with his fingertips, the slowly taking each into his hands and lifting them
softly, as if measuring their heft.
Susan was becoming ever more and more aware of the helplessness of her situation, as all
she could do was to look into Peter’s eyes as he stared back into hers. She felt one hand
move from her breast over her flat stomach, then lower. His fingertips brushed through her
pubic hair, then a single finger found her sex.
She knew that Peter was about to discover first-handedly her wet excitement at this
predicament, once his finger parted the lips. She again felt the heat of embarrassment in
her face, and closed her eyes, not able to look at him any longer.
“You are excited, aren’t you?” he said somewhat mockingly, as his single finger slid quickly
and easily between her vulva.
Susan opened her eyes when Peter had suddenly and rather unexpectedly removed both
hands. She watched him step further back, then listened as he explained that he was
leaving her for alone for awhile, so that he could ‘change into something more comfortable.’
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” he said.
Susan could detect a sparkle in his eyes as he said this, and wondered what was to come
next. She watched helplessly as he moved to the door and left the room, closing it behind
him.
This was her predicament.
Chapter 1
Susan contemplated her predicament. She was nude, save for her high-heeled shoes and
stockings and practically suspended from the hoist overhead. She wore leather wrist cuffs,
which were attached to the end of a long chain above her head. Her arms stretched nearly
to their capacity above her. Her ankles were similarly adorned with leather cuffs, and her
feet spread widely by the metal rings sewn into the ankle cuffs and fastened securely to two
iron rings set into the concrete floor.
Her short blonde hair was pressed firmly to the back of her head by the leather strap which
held her gag securely in place, in fact held her panties, which had been wadded and stuffed
into her mouth. She could taste the somewhat acrid taste of her sex, which had become
imbedded within the fabric of her panties.
She looked nervously about the basement room, which had been decorated and equipped
as a dungeon torture room. She had no previous experience in this type of situation, and did
not know how to act, or what to do. Then it occurred to her, that she didn’t have to do
anything. Everything that happened, more specifically, happened to her, would be done for
or to her. There was nothing expected of her except to endure whatever happened.
The air was cool, while not cold, and she glanced down and saw that the light pink nipples
adorning her smallish breasts were fully erect, as though excited. She was not struggling,
the time for that had passed, but with each movement her breasts swayed a bit. The
muscles in her upper legs ached, as they were severely stretched, yet still bore most of her
weight. That coupled with the fact that she still wore the high heels, caused her to wonder
how long she would be made to endure this awkward position. It seemed like an hour,
maybe two, but in fact was more likely twenty or thirty minutes. She had been left alone, for
whatever reason, but her situation, despite the pain and discomfort, excited her. She had no
idea of what to expect next, or when to expect it.
On the far wall of this dungeon room, were hooks, each neatly holding paddles, whips and
even canes. The canes were long wispy lengths of cane, each had a handle wrapped with
leather, and a leather strap, which apparently fit around the wrist of the user. There were
also several sets of handcuffs hanging from other hooks, as well as what appeared to be
gags and other assorted latex and leather devices, many of which, Susan understood.
Toward the center of the room, was a large wooden butcher-block table. This table was over
eight feet in length and perhaps four feet across, and embedded into each corner of the top,
were steel rings, each held in place by a large bolt driven through the thick surface of the
table.
To her left, Susan could see two planks of wood, bolted to the wall in an X. They formed
sort of a cross. She could see that near the top of each end of the X, were metal rings,
bolted to the solid wooden device. Looking down, she noticed that identical rings were
affixed near the bottom of the cross.
To her right, Susan eyed what appeared to be a leather pommel horse, without the
pommels. Glancing to the floor, she could see that there were again iron rings imbedded
into the floor, two on either side of the horse.
One thing that struck the helpless woman, was that there were large bright lights over the
table, as well as the horse, and over her head as well. There were also lights set into the
wall, just below the ceiling, in each corner of the room. It were almost as if this room were a
television studio, although none of these lights were turned on. It also occurred to her that
each wall, as well as the ceiling was covered with black textured foam, resembling the
inside of an egg carton. Susan understood that this was a soundproofing material and would
easily absorb whatever noise came from this room.
Though she had no experience in such a setting, Susan could easily envision the use for
each device as it applied to her current predicament. And it excited her, as she remembered
that she had come here voluntarily, prepared to face whatever happened to her, becauseit
excited her.
She had read the ad in the local underground newspaper, asking for a single woman who,
‘wanted to explore her boundaries’ and ‘discover the joy of giving one’s self to a man
completely’. The ad had intrigued her. It excited her. She called the number and the voice of
the answering machine, or perhaps it was voice-mail, prompted her to leave her name and
number. After a slight hesitation, she had done so. This was on a Thursday afternoon, and
she finally received a return call on her cell phone the following morning. The caller, Peter,
told her that he was returning her call, and that he supposed she was calling in response to
his ad in the paper.
Susan responded that she had.
“I’d like to set up a meeting with you, in a public place on Saturday afternoon, if that’s alright
with you,” he said.
Susan replied, “Saturday afternoon is fine,” as her mind raced.
“Great, we could meet at the Riverwalk Café around two o’clock,” he said.
“Two o’clock is fine with me,” she nervously answered. “I’ll be wearing a red blouse, so you’ll
know me.”
His reply was short and to the point, “I’ll know you when I see you. Please don’t be late.”
Then he had hung up and Susan stared at her cell phone as though he were about to come
through the receiver. She pressed the End button on her phone and discovered that her
heart was pounding. She was surprised that others around her couldn’t hear it.
That night she barely slept. She tossed in her attempt at sleep, wondering what she had
become involved with. She would move from wanting to call the number again and leave a
message that she wouldn’t be able to make the appointment, then wanting to experience
the excitement of the unknown. Finally she found sleep, awaking late the next morning to
the daylight streaming through the windows of her tiny apartment. She looked at the clock
on her nightstand and nearly panicked to learn that it was nearly eleven thirty.
She rose, made coffee and toast, then prepared a hot bath. She bathed and performed her
morning toilet, then sat at her table eating her morning meal. The entire time, her mind was
wondering about what she was getting involved with, and what type of man Peter would turn
out to be.
It wasn’t that she was concerned that Peter would turn out to be an older, overweight, and
perhaps balding man, with slovenly habits. She had been there and done that before. She
could not help but imagine the worst, somehow hoping for something at least slightly better.
She took her time with her breakfast, then carefully applied her make-up. She looked at her
reflection in the mirror and understood that while she wasn’t model material, she was not
unattractive. If fact, she looked perhaps a bit younger than her twenty-eight years.She had
nice features, high cheeks, a long and slender neck, and deep blue eyes. She was petite
and the only thing she would change about herself would be to have larger than her already
thirty-four inch breasts.
She carefully chose her undergarments, a French-cut silk bikini pair of panties, with a lacy
matching silk bra. She shrugged into her red blouse, then carefully stepped into her
somewhat short black skirt, zipping and fastening it at her hip. She chose black high-heeled
shoes and decided against stockings (after all it was afternoon). Once finished dressing,
she noted that it was nearly time to leave. She called for a taxi and it arrived almost fifteen
minutes later. She climbed in the back seat and announced to the driver that the Riverwalk
was her destination.
The driver pulled up, nearly fifteen minutes later, raised the flag and announced, “That’ll be
$12.95 lady.”
Susan handed him a ten and a five-dollar bill, meekly adding, “Keep the change,” and got
out of the taxi.
It would take her several minutes to walk the distance to the café, and as she walked, she
noticed that she was practically running, in her nervousness. She purposefully slowed her
gait and felt her heart thumping in her chest. She was excited and in her slower pace,
noticed that she was nearly breathless, her nipples were hardened and glancing down, she
noted that their small outlines could be seen through her sheer bra and blouse. She felt
herself blush, after all, she was a somewhat modest person, then it occurred to her that she
could feel a dampness between her legs.
Minutes later, Susan entered the small café, and informed the hostess that she was
expecting someone and would like a table on the patio overlooking the Riverwalk. She took
her seat after being led to her table, and looked out at the view. Passersby would stroll by,
and beyond that, a few paddle boats and canoes on the river with couples and k**s.
As she watched, she sensed someone moving behind then next to her. She looked up.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked somewhat casually, gesturing to the empty chair at her table.
“I’m terribly sorry,” she replied, “I’m expecting someone.”
“Relax,” he said calmly, “I’m Peter.”
Susan gave a start, he wasn’t what she was expecting at all. She felt a lump well in her
throat. She was so unsure of what to expect, but this wasn’t an older man at all, perhaps
thirty or at the oldest, thirty-five. He had neatly cropped light brown hair, with a matching
goatee. He wasn’t overweight at all, and while probably not a body-builder, she saw that he
had a muscular build. As she stared into his deep brown eyes, she felt almost as though
she were falling in.
“Of course,” she said, “Please have a seat.” She hoped her nervousness wasn’t betrayed by
her shaky voice.
He moved smoothly to the other side of the table, pulled the chair out and gracefully sat. He
looked into her eyes, and Susan somehow felt that those piercing brown eyes were, in fact,
staring directly into her soul.
Once he was seated, a waitress approached, “May I get you a menu?” she queried.
“No thank you,” Peter answered, “just coffee for me. Did you want anything?” he asked
Susan.
“No!!. coffee will be fine for me too.” she almost stammered.
The waitress turned and went to place the order. Peter looked at Susan and almost sweetly
said, “Thank you first, for answering my ad. Also, thank you for meeting me here and most
of all, for being on time.”
Susan didn’t know what to say, she managed a meek, “You’re welcome.”
An awkward moment of silence came over the two, the Peter asked lightly, “Why don’t you
tell me about yourself?”
Susan spent the next several minutes describing her life, her work, her interests and
hobbies. As she spoke, the waitress silently delivered their coffees and left. As Susan
added the smallest dribble of cream to her coffee, she relaxed a bit and found herself telling
this man about her marriage and its subsequent divorce. She went on to talk about her
terrible choices with men in the recent past.
When she had finished, she found herself surprised that she had opened herself to this man
in a very short time, talking those personal things that she hadn’t discussed with anyone
else. She was about to become surprised at her willingness to discuss even more intimate
things with this virtual stranger.
Peter asked simply, “What were you expecting to find when you answered my ad?”
For a moment, Susan’s nervousness returned. She said nothing for a full minute, then
slowly explained her intrigue at the ad. She had never before ‘leapt’ into anything, let alone
giving herself totally to anyone. That had excited her. While she had ideas, she was not
entirely certain of what was meant in the ad about, ‘exploring her boundaries’. That had
intrigued her. Basically she felt that his ad had been so unique, unlike any of the others, she
wanted to meet this unique man.
A smile crept at the corners of Peter’s mouth. He looked pleased and explained that he also
had been divorced and since that time, decided that his rather traditional approach of
meeting women was meeting with dismal failure. He had interests and desires that he had
considered carefully in the two years since his marriage ended. “The best approach, I’ve
decided, “ he said simply, “is to ask for exactly what I want. That eliminates confusion and
misunderstanding.”
At this point, Susan understood, that Peter was controlling the discussion. He went on to
say that he had somewhat unique preferences in women, and so far, Susan seemed to fit
his taste. There was more, much more. Peter explained that he wanted a woman who was
willing to abandon all control, relinquish herself to him completely. He was very careful to
explain, that this served as evidence that the woman willing to do this, was willing to give
herself to him, regardless of cost or comfort, and that he found this very exciting. Further, he
explained to Susan the issue of trust.
“It all comes out to whether a man and woman trust one another,” he said matter-of-factly.
“A woman can talk about trusting a man, and even state that she’s willing to demonstrate
her trust, but when it comes down to it, it’s only talk.” He continued, “A woman who is willing
to suffer for her man, despite pain or discomfort, is literally putting her trust in him.”
As she listened to this handsome, gentle man and his explanations, Susan saw the truth in
his words. She felt as if she were being enlightened, like never before. She also, more
importantly, understood that this was something she had omitted in every relationship she’d
had with every man.
Peter continued, “Trust is an interesting issue. Normally, it’s something that must be earned
over time. In my instance however, I’m asking for the extraordinary. I’m asking for someone
who can trust immediately. I will not abuse the trust, but offer the opportunity to leave
immediately, anytime you choose. In other words, at any time you like, you may discontinue
the relationship, and I will honor your feelings and you may just leave.”
Susan felt herself excited once again. Here was this handsome stranger (though she didn’t
feel as though he were) speaking somewhat softly, knowingly, and self-assuredly. He knew
exactly what he wanted, and had become unafraid of asking for it. She sensed his warmth
and was convinced beyond any doubt that he was sincere.
“To be very frank,” Peter continued, “I’ve received six responses to my advertisement. I’ve
already spoken with three, you’re number four. I have meetings scheduled with the other
two this afternoon. I will confess, that your predecessors left a great deal to be desired. Two
were married and the other didn’t appear to be to stable emotionally.”
Susan looked at him, wondering what was to come next.
“You’re a beautiful woman, who I believe understands me and more importantly, what it is
that I am looking for. I would like to cancel the other two appointments, and have dinner with
you this evening, so I can explain exactly what it is that I want and expect. I’d definitely like
to learn more about you and your expectations, and at some point after our dinner,you may
take your time to decide whether this is something you’d like to pursue.”
“Of course,” Susan nervously replied, “I think that would be wonderful.”
Peter gave her the name of a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of the city, and
explained that he would make the dinner reservations for eight o’clock that evening.
With that, he reached across the small table, took Susan’s hand held it up and kissed it
lightly. He rose, peeled a bill from his money clip, placed it on the table and said rather
quickly but politely, “Goodbye”.
Susan sat, her head spinning, idly stirring the coffee she hadn’t drank. A million thoughts
raced through her mind, and she realized that her excitement had never left. She was
certain that he had read her mind and understood her excitement and embarrassment. She
glanced down and again saw that her hardened nipples were pressing their outline through
her blouse.
She had returned home, and idly milled about her apartment. Unable to watch anything on
television, she turned her stereo on and let music fill her home. She tried reading, but was
unable to focus on anything other than her anticipation of the dinner date later that evening.
As evening approached, she decided that another bath was in order. She filled the tub with
piping hot water and scented bath salts. She stepped into the bath, sat and triedto relax
however knew her own excitement, and the cure for it. Susan slowly stroked her breasts,
her nipples already erect. She slowly moved her right hand from her breast over her
stomach and between her legs. She masturbated, eyes closed, imagining herself with Peter,
fantasizing things he wanted to do to her.
As she prepared for dinner, she again carefully chose her attire. She slipped a sheer pair of
satin thong beige panties, carefully adjusting the waistband over he hips. She had laid out a
pair of black stockings that she slid slowly over her toes and up her smooth legs. From her
closet, she chose a simple black dress with slender shoulder straps and stepped into the
garment pulling it up and sliding her arms through the straps. She looked one last time into
her mirror, quickly brushed her short blonde hair, turned picked up her purse and keys,
turned out the lights, and went outside to meet the taxi she had called.
It was just a few minutes before eight when she entered the restaurant, and found Peter in
jacket and tie, waiting by the Maitre D’s station. Again a smile tugged at the corners of his
mouth as he spotted Susan entering.
”It’s so good of you to be on time, again.” he smiled.
Susan found the remark a bit odd, wondering whether Peter had a promptness fetish, but
dismissed the thought.
The Maitre D led them to a table in a far corner of the small restaurant. As they arrived at
the table, Peter stepped between the Maitre D and gallantly pulled Susan’s chair for her. He
moved to the other side and took his seat, smiling and thanking the Maitre D, who turned
and left.
“Do you like lasagna?” Peter asked.
“Yes, very much.” Susan responded.
“They have the very best here, do you mind if I order?” he asked.
“Please do,” was all that she could say.
The next moment, as if on queue, the waiter approached the table and took Peter’s order,
“Lasagna for two, salad, bread, with a bottle of Chianti, please”
The waiter wordlessly turned and left.
They chatted almost idly as their wine, salads and bread were delivered to their table.
Talking about nothing in particular, and almost everything in general. Peter had tasted the
wine as it was poured into his glass, nodding his approval, the waiter poured wine for
Susan, then filled Peter’s glass, set the bottle on the table and again left.
“I suppose that you’re curious about how we’re to proceed with this relationship, should we
decide to proceed.” Peter said.
Susan could only nod.
“Why don’t you ask whatever it is that you like, and I’ll be happy to answer whatever
questions you may have.”
Again, Susan’s mind was racing, there were so many things she wanted to know. She was
excited and almost didn’t trust herself to speak. “You talked earlier this afternoon, about
pain and suffering,” she started, “would you explain that to me?”
“Of course,” he replied. “Have you ever been in a relationship where your lover has tied
you?” he asked.
“No.”
“When you are tied or bound, you are helpless. There is little you can do. You have, in a
sense, relinquished all control. You have placed your trust, entirely into another’s hands.
But, as I also mentioned before, you have submitted or givenyourself without reservation to
that man. At that moment, you’ll find that there is nothing for you to do but submit, and I
think that you are a woman who finds that fascinating.”
Susan believed in her heart, that this man was reading her mind. He was speaking calmly
and matter-of-factly about an enormously exciting proposition.
Peter continued, “When I inflict pain upon you, you’ll understand that you are demonstrating
with far more than words, your willingness to suffer for me, and I find that to be
extraordinarily exciting. Of course,” he went on, “we would use a ‘safe’ code-word, that
should it become more than you can stand, we stop immediately, whatever it is thatwe’re
doing.”
This made perfect sense to the woman, who again found her breathing fast and deep, she
felt herself blush and the wetness returned between her legs.
Their meal had arrived, Susan realized she had barely eaten her salad and as the steaming
dish was placed on the table, Peter reached and served the meal to her. He had a small
patient smile on his face, as though he were allowing his words to ‘sink in’.
Peter handed Susan’s plate to her then served himself, and finally resumed his
conversation. He explained that bondage and discipline was something that he had carefully
studied over the past year, and while never actually participating, had gone to private clubs,
watching and learning about the practice and better understanding the relationship between
a master and slave.
As they ate, he explained that there would be times where she would think him to be cruel,
but that she would come to appreciate that he would also be very caring. He would not
subject her to anything he did not think she would be able to endure, and absolutely under
no circumstances would he scar her or cause any permanent injury.
All through his commentary, Susan could feel the **** in the pit of her stomach growing.
She understood that this was anticipation building within her. She was already convinced
that this was a relationship she desired. Moreover, this was a man that she desired to
pursue it with. The thought of perversion had never entered her mind, and it was because of
this man’s manner and forthright attitude toward the whole matter.
They talked again through the meal, she shared with Peter that she was intrigued and in
fact, excited about the proposition. As they were preparing to leave, Peter asked for the
check. After he paid, they left and stood outside the restaurant.
Peter grasped Susan by the shoulders, his eyes burning into her, “What I would like for you
to do is take some time. Think this over, after all, it is a very serious consideration, and I
want you to decide very firmly, that this is something you want to commit to.Call me with
your answer, but not until at least Wednesday. If you need more time than that, use itand
call after then, but understand, while you’ll always have the option to walk away from this at
any time, I want your commitment to belong to me, to do whatever I please, and do it to the
best of your ability at all times.” He asked simply, “Do you understand?”
Susan stared back and could only reply, “Yes, I will call you.”
With that, he turned and left her standing in front of the restaurant.
The remainder of the weekend passed slowly as did the next days after that. Susan was
unable to sleep well or eat much. She moped about her apartment and found her thoughts
were almost exclusively about her two meetings with Peter. She knew the moment he had
left her at the restaurant, what her answer was to be. Nevertheless, she waited, finding the
time itself almost to be torture. His words, at the restaurant, were etched indelibly into her
mind. “Suffering and pain.” How would she react? She was uncertain, but equally excited.
She came to understand that the uncertainty itself was an underlying cause for her
excitement. She chose not to masturbate again, and decided that she was going to allow
the tension to grow within her, almost as if a gift to this man who had intrigued her so.
After what seemed an eternity, Wednesday had come. Susan worked that day and upon her
return home, decided to call. She stared at the telephone nervously, not certain of what she
would say, but certain of what it was she would tell Peter. She dialed the number, this time it
was answered and she recognized his voice.
Her attempts at sounding calm and relaxed seemed to be in vain. “Peter, this is Susan,” she
started, “I’ve given our conversation a lot of thought, and I have decided to accept your
offer.” she almost stammered.
“Very good,” came his response. “I’m happy that this is your decision, but I have to ask,” he
continued, “are you certain of what you’re saying?”
Susan knew that the answer came even before she had considered it, but over the past
several days, was convinced more than ever that this was an opportunity she could not
resist. “Yes, I have decided very carefully, and I have never been more certain of anything.”
“Great,” Peter said, “this Friday is a holiday, do you have to work?”
Friday was a holiday, and Susan had a three-day weekend. “No, I am off till Monday.” she
answered.
“Fine, if you’ll give me your address, I’ll pick you up at six o’clock tomorrow evening.” he
said.
Susan gave him the information and Peter verified the street number. He then said, “I would
like it very much if you would wear the same dress that you wore to the restaurant on
Saturday evening.”
She agreed, then they ended their conversation.
The next day, Susan went through the motions at work, unable to concentrate on much of
anything, and thinking constantly of what that evening would bring. She had few
conversations with anyone at work, which was all the better, because she feared that
whatever she might have said, would make little sense.
She arrived home that evening, with little time to bathe, and dress, and had just finished
when the doorbell rang. She grabbed her purse and keys and opened the door to find Peter
standing on the step. She saw his eyes travel up and down, eyeing her, then he said, “You
won’t need that,” indicating her purse, “why don’ you just bring your keys.”
She turned and set her purse on the table, then turned out the lights, joined him on the step
and locked the door. Silently she followed him to his car. He opened the door and she sat
inside. As he opened his door, he held his keys in his hand, but before starting the car, he
turned to Susan.
He started, “Are you absolutely certain that this is what you want, I mean, are you sure that
you want to give yourself to me, to do whatever?”
Though the interior of his car was dark, she could see his eyes, staring intently at her, and
replied, “Yes, I’m sure.”
With that, Peter wordlessly reached in front of Susan, opened the glove box in front of her,
and removed something. It was a blindfold with a leather strap that buckled at the back of
the wearer’s head.
“I want you to lean forward a bit, so I can put this on you,” he said.
Susan felt her heart again pounding in her chest, and complied.
The leather blindfold was fleece lined, so when it covered her eyes, Susan decided it felt
good. She felt Peter reach around her and slightly fumbling, buckled the strap so that it was
tight against the back of her head.
Peter explained that this was her first act of submission, and that while it wasn’t a secret
where he was taking her (he was taking her to his home), he wanted her to experience the
uncertainty of where she was and where it was that she was going.
As they drove, Peter explained that he had spent the past year preparing a special room in
his house for just this very encounter. Susan felt somehow proud, as he explained that she
was the first person to see this room, and that this was to be their first experience with this
sort of master/slave relationship.
It seemed like an eternity, but was more likely only fifteen or twenty minutes, when Susan
sensed that they pulled onto a residential street, and she felt the car slow. She sensed that
Peter reached to push a button, and as they turned into a drive, she could hear the soft hum
of a garage door being automatically opened. The car stopped and she again heard the
hum of the garage door opener as it slowly lowered the door.
Peter got out and walked around, opening Susan’s door, and taking her arm, guided the
blindfolded woman from the door and into the house. Susan felt like lifting the blindfold and
looking about the house, but fought the temptation allowing herself to be led, to a door,
which was opened for her, then a warning from Peter, “Careful, there are about a dozen
steps down.”
Susan carefully navigated her way behind Peter, down the steps, his hand on her arm all
the way, ensuring she didn’t fall or trip. When they arrived at the bottom, he led her across
the basement, to another door. She heard it open, then after passing through, close again.
Peter led her to the center of the room then released his grip on her arm and moved away
from her.
She felt herself standing alone in the middle of the room, when she heard him speak from
the other side of the room, “Please remove your blindfold.”
She did so, feeling the buckle at the back of her head, then tugging the strap to get the
slack necessary to release the buckle. Once done, she pulled the blindfold from her eyes,
opening them slowly and blinking at the sudden intrusion of the room’s light.
She looked around the basement room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light, and found
herself in what for all intents and purposes, was a dungeon.
She was taking it all in, when she heard Peter asking, “Once again, I’ll ask you. Do you
agree of your own free will to belong to me?”
Susan nodded her reply, Peter spoke rather curtly, “You need to answer me aloud, do you
agree to give yourself to me? To be used by me, however I like, whenever I like?”
Susan found her voice and weakly replied, “Yes, I do.” her voice shaking almost squeaking,
and felt her embarrassment at her own nervousness.
“I want you to remove all of your jewelry and place it on the table behind you.” Peter spoke.
With shaking hands, Susan first unfastened the leather band of her wrist watch, turning
slowly and placing it on what appeared to be some sort of wooden bondage table behind
her. She turned again and removed the ring on her finger, then slowly moved her hands to
her ears removing her earrings. She again turned and placed these on the table along side
her watch. She stood in the middle of the room with her hands at her sides looking at Peter
nervously.
“I want you to remove your dress now.” Peter said.
Susan could see him intently staring at her and was certain he noticed her shaking hands
as she reached behind herself to slide the zipper at the back of her dress down. Once
opened at the back, her hands drifted to her shoulders where the tips of her fingers brushed
the straps of her dress over her shoulders. Shrugging almost imperceptibly, the dress fell
from her upper body and she caught it neatly at her waist, stooping slightly as she lowered it
to the floor.
Stepping from her dress, Susan picked it up and placed it on the table behind her. She
turned standing in front of Peter with only panties, stockings, and heels.
“Now, the panties.” was Peter’s next command.
Susan hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her silken thong panties at either hip and
pulled them over her hips, again bending to lower them to the floor. Stepping lightly from
them, she turned and placed these on the table along with her jewelry and dress.
For more than a minute, Peter said nothing. Susan nervously moved her arms from her
sides to attempt to cover her breasts. “No,” came an instant command. “You are never to
cover yourself, or attempt to hide any part of your body from me.” Peter commanded.
She quickly lowered her arms and shifted nervously in her high-heeled shoes.
She watched anxiously as he moved to a cupboard along one wall of the room, and
removed something from it. As he approached her, she could see leather straps in his
hands. He moved next to her, setting all but one of the straps on the table behind her, then
taking her by the right wrist, he lifted her hand and fitted the fleece-lined leather strap
around her wrist, buckling it securely.
Susan smelled the new leather in the room and noted that it was mixed with the aroma of
rubber. She glanced nervously about and noticed the various items hanging from the wall.
Peter moved quickly and placed the second wrist cuff around her left wrist.
Kneeling, Peter had fastened each ankle cuff just above the ankle one each of Susan’s
legs. She shifted slightly, trying to accommodate his efforts. Susan moved her legs as he
bent to his task.
“No,” he chastised, “I want you to remain perfectly still, unless I tell you otherwise.”
Susan felt the fleece-lined ankle cuffs fastened tightly to each leg then watched as Peter
rose.
He took her by the arm and guided her a few feet, then releasing her, moved to some sort of
electrical control panel on the wall. Operating a switch, Susan heard the hum of an electric
motor above her, and looking up, noticed that a chain was being lowered just in front of her
face.
Once the end of the chain had been lowered to eye level, Peter again operated the switch,
stopping the hoist. He moved again to the cupboard and removed something again. As he
moved to Susan, she noted that he had some metal objects in his hand, and as he stopped
next to her, she saw that they were carabiner clips.
Again, Peter knelt in front of Susan, placing all but one of the clips on the floor in front of
her. He quickly inserted the metal ring, sewn into her left ankle cuff into the carabiner clip
then tugging her foot to the side, fed a metal ring embedded into the floor through the clip,
effectively fastening the ankle cuff to the ring in the floor. She looked nervously down as he
picked up a second clip and repeated this process with her right ankle cuff, again tugging at
her leg, as if beckoning her to spread her legs widely in order to enable him to fasten the
cuff of this ankle to another ring set in the floor. Peter picked up the remaining clips, and
Susan stood awkwardly with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, on her high
heels.
Peter took Susan’s wrist and fastened the first clip through her left wrist cuff then fastened
the clip through the last link on the chain suspended before her. He repeated the process
with her right wrist, and moved away.
Susan watched with excitement and suspense as he moved again to the control box on the
wall and operating the switch, she felt her arms being involuntarily raised as the hoist lifted
the chain upward. In a moment, Susan felt her arms being pulled upward, and looked up as
they approached her maximum reach. Peter stopped the hoist only after Susan’s arms were
fully extended above her head and slightly lifting a small portion of her weight from her feet.
She watched anxiously as Peter moved once again to the cupboard and moved toward her
with another leather object. He stopped at the table and picked up something else from the
table then moved in front of this helpless woman. Susan looked down and saw that Peter
had a leather strap, and had also retrieved her panties from the table where she had placed
them.
She found her gaze affixed to his hands as he slowly folded the panties over, then over
again. Once the silk panties were but a small wad of cloth, he spoke, “Open your mouth for
me.”
She first tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat, then complied, opening her
mouth widely.
Peter looked in her eyes, and as he placed the wadded panties between her lips said, “I
couldn’t help but notice that these were a bit damp. It isn’t because your somewhat excited,
is it?”
The helplessly bound woman could feel her face heat up with the blush of her
embarrassment, and looked down as she felt the cloth being forced into her mouth. She
could taste her aroma in the panties, and found herself unable to respond either verbally or
otherwise to his question.
Once the panties were in Susan’s mouth, Peter instructed her to keep her mouth open, then
forced the bit of the leather gag between her lips and teeth. The bit held the panties in her
mouth, and forced her to remain open. He reached behind her head and tightly fastened the
buckle of gag straps behind her head.
Once finished, Peter took only a half step back. Raising his hands, he lightly stroked
Susan’s taught arms with the backs of his fingers. This brought goose bumps to her flesh
and had she not been gagged, more likely than not, a moan from her lips. He moved to her
underarms, which she had thankfully kept closely shaved. He stroked this area under each
arm for some time with the tips of his fingers, as if exploring a seldom seen area of her now
vulnerable body.
After a few moments, Peter turned his attention to his victim’s breasts. Softly circling the
smallish mounds with his fingertips, the slowly taking each into his hands and lifting them
softly, as if measuring their heft.
Susan was becoming ever more and more aware of the helplessness of her situation, as all
she could do was to look into Peter’s eyes as he stared back into hers. She felt one hand
move from her breast over her flat stomach, then lower. His fingertips brushed through her
pubic hair, then a single finger found her sex.
She knew that Peter was about to discover first-handedly her wet excitement at this
predicament, once his finger parted the lips. She again felt the heat of embarrassment in
her face, and closed her eyes, not able to look at him any longer.
“You are excited, aren’t you?” he said somewhat mockingly, as his single finger slid quickly
and easily between her vulva.
Susan opened her eyes when Peter had suddenly and rather unexpectedly removed both
hands. She watched him step further back, then listened as he explained that he was
leaving her for alone for awhile, so that he could ‘change into something more comfortable.’
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” he said.
Susan could detect a sparkle in his eyes as he said this, and wondered what was to come
next. She watched helplessly as he moved to the door and left the room, closing it behind
him.
This was her predicament.
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