Demonic Submission Ch. 26byTheLastChaosLord©
Hello again all!
I apologize for how long this chapter took to get posted, but it's a long one and took quite a bit of rewriting and revision to get to where it is.
I'd like to once again thank WanderingMindGames for proofing and beta reading this chapter for me. As ever, her help is greatly appreciated.
This chapter is a bit of a doozy in terms of some character revelations and the like and come as a result of 'Celestine's punishment' for the issues with Helena. The majority of this chapter is what I would call BDSM and exhibitionism, but there is more beyond that.
It should be noted this is only the first half of the punishment and that it will conclude in the following chapter.
As always, I'm open to comments and suggestions, and I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.
Tristan stood in the door to Celestine's chambers and looked upon the enthralling sight before him. In Celestine's bed, lay two beautiful women, curled up in each others arms as they slept peacefully in the early morning. It was an odd and rare thing to see Rena so still, even when she slept. Tristan had, on occasion checked on her during the night, especially in her earlier days of serving him, and it was impossibly rare to see her sleeping completely still. Never mind how difficult it was to overcome how sharp her senses were and actually get close without her noticing, even while sleeping. But the boiling cauldron of wrath that was her soul rarely allowed for sleep that wasn't fraught with movement and angry dreams. Yet here she was, in the arms of Celestine, her only movement being the slow rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
Tristan's gaze slid slowly to Celestine, lying slightly higher in the bed, almost protective of Rena given her more dominant position in the bed. A strange sight, to see someone be protective of Rena, but one that Tristan found himself approving of. Yet at the same time, Celestine herself was a sight to behold. Her copper tresses almost glowed in the low light of the early morning sun, framing her beautiful features. Seeing her completely calm like this was also a rarity, and not one he was quick to throw away...
He had come this morning to begin the day's festivities with a bang, but the moment he saw the two of them like this, he found himself stalled. He had been there only for a few moments, and yet he almost couldn't bear to ruin this. Pondering for a moment, Tristan turned away, leaving Celestine and Rena to their sleep for a little while longer at least. Still, the pull of his lust was hard to resist... He had plenty planned for Celestine today, and it was likely to run into the afternoon as well. Even a few steps away from her room, Tristan found himself stopping once again, as ideas ran around and around in his mind. It was difficult to simply walk away and let it lie, but Tristan managed for now, though he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for long...
As Celestine awoke, she attempted to open her eyes as she did at the beginning of any day, only to realize that she couldn't. A half moment later she felt that there was something being wrapped around her eyes, blinding her completely. "Hey!" She yelled out as she reached up to remove the blindfold, only to feel her wrists grasped by powerful hands. A moment later she was flipped over onto her stomach and her wrists were forced behind her back despite her attempts to pull them free. Her resistance didn't stop whomever was doing this to her, and it didn't take long for her to feel the sensation of soft leather being slid around her wrists and forearms and snuggly tightened, quickly followed by her arms being pulled together and bound behind her back.
"Let me go!" Celestine demanded, and to her surprise, the hands that held her firmly seemed to slip away. Instantly Celestine rolled and got off the bed and onto her feet, crouching slightly as she made to defend herself. Yet despite her stance, Celestine knew she was in a hell of a lot of trouble if her attacker was intent on doing her harm. She couldn't see, and had no use of her arms. Her mind spun as she tried to make sense of what was happening; stretching out her other senses to try and understand what was going on. She knew there was at least one other person in the room with her, given the hands that blindfolded her and presumably flipped her over. However it was just as likely that there could have been more. Still, she should have been safe here; Tristan's mark should have been protecting her from any of the other demons, unless he ordered it himself. Or-... Celestine took a breath and focused, pushing out the panic and tried to sense whomever else was in the room. Celestine startled herself when she realized she was trying to reach out with senses beyond what most would consider 'human'. Even more surprising, was the realization that she had been doing this for several days, without even realizing it. She had done it last night, when Rena came into her room and she knew it was her without even looking. Celestine could almost feel the auras of those around her, and could recognize them just based off the emotions that seemed to permeate them.
"Tristan, what are you doing?" Celestine demanded turning to look in what she hoped was his general direction. "Let me out of these things!" Celestine demanded again, pulling at the bindings that seemed to encase her forearms. She could sense that he was in the room, but how she knew it was him, she wasn't sure. But she did know he was cutting her off from the Demonic Mark, probably in some attempt to keep her from realizing it was him, but still somehow she knew.
She heard him move closer and stiffened to protect herself, but was surprised to feel his fingers gently hold her chin, holding her with so little force yet keeping her completely in place. Despite herself, Celestine realized her breath was quickening slightly, just at his touch. "Hum... Here I was hoping to surprise you. How exactly did you know it was me? You were not guessing just now... You knew it was me somehow..." Tristan's low voice sounded, making Celestine shudder involuntarily. "There aren't a lot of people who would dare this in my house, but still..."
Celestine couldn't help but imagine herself as she was right now... Standing, almost completely helpless, wearing a thin nightgown that didn't leave a lot to the imagination, blindfolded and with her arms tied behind her back. She saw herself, her chin in his hand as he looked upon her, standing in front of her ready to take advantage of her as soon as the whim took him. She knew she couldn't stop him either, and that knowledge made another shiver run through her as her cheeks began to go crimson. Despite herself, she began to wonder what he was planning... She needed to buy time... time to think. "I... I don't know. I can just... sense that it's you. I don't know... it's like I can recognize your aura or something... Maybe I can sense your spheres of power? I don't know. But I... I think I can also sense that Rena is out in the hall... I think she's watching through the ajar door or something..." Celestine answered. Tristan released her and she quickly turned her head towards where she guessed the door and Rena were. However that was all it was... a guess. The interposing door or wall made it hard to be sure...
When Tristan turned to look to the door to Celestine's room he heard Rena's voice as she let out a surprised gasp, and then heard her run off quickly. A slight smile played across Tristan's features at her curiosity and impatience. However, Celestine's new found sense had an unwelcome aspect to it. Tristan's plans hinged upon her not really knowing where he was or who was around her. "What about now? Is Rena still there?" Tristan asked, keeping his voice level and hiding any apprehension he might be feeling.
"N-no." Celestine admitted. "I think she ran off... I heard it, but as soon as she was away from the door I couldn't sense her any more." Celestine struggled against her bonds for a moment before turning back to Tristan. "Let me out of these things." She demanded again, though her voice was less forceful now. Tristan couldn't help but smile... without being able to open her eyes; he guessed her imagination was beginning to get the better of her.
"Just a few more questions." Tristan assured gently. "How long have you had this 'ability' Celestine?"
Celestine frowned slightly and tried to think... "I've... I've had it for a while, at least since before Court I think. When you were fighting Odeon, I could sense that you were holding yourself back somehow, and I could almost feel the auras of the demons around me, and sort of understand them... It's how I noticed Navira and how I knew that the two of you shared the same main sphere of power. I think it's also how I could tell Elanace and Markus were different..." Celestine explained. "I... I think it works better when I can see though..." Celestine guessed.
"I suspect it works best when you have your full senses at your disposal, not just sight. If I made it impossible for you to hear and smell your unique sense might be dulled even further." Tristan suggested. This was promising, as well as impressive. Celestine seemed to be developing supernatural senses, not utterly unlike those of a demon, who could instinctively understand the greatest sphere of power a demon possessed. More impressive, was the fact that she was able to detect the powers of other supernatural beings, even if she didn't recognize them. A feat that more than a few demons would covet... Tristan took a step back as silently as he could, and began to suppress his own power, even further than he normally would, conducting an experiment.
Celestine turned her head back towards Tristan as she frowned; panic beginning to claw at her again. "Tristan?" She asked aloud, as the feeling of his aura began to disappear from her senses. Tristan moved silently about the room and watched Celestine as she took a tentative step forwards, using one foot to make sure her path was clear before stepping forwards again as she seemed to be searching for him. "Where the hell did you go?" Celestine asked, trying to keep calm, but slowly beginning to lose it. His presence had just seemed to fade away leaving her alone and completely blind, alone and utterly helpless.
"I'm right in front of you." Tristan said to her after slipping around her a few times. His voice apparently startled her and she jumped back and nearly lost her footing before regaining it.
"Bastard! Don't do that! I can't see anything with this blindfold on... Why is it I can't sense you any more?" Celestine asked, her voice no longer panicked. If anything, she seemed almost relieved that he hadn't just left her like this.
"My guess," Tristan began, moving right in front of Celestine again, "it is because I'm suppressing my power." Celestine flinched at the sudden closeness and began to pull away, only to bump back into her bed and fall back onto it. "That is what you were likely sensing Celestine... my primary sphere of power. It's probably why you didn't get a feeling like this from any of the normal mortals you've met along the way other than Markus. They didn't actually have any power worth your notice..." Tristan explained, watching her as she began to struggle to sit up on her bed.
Celestine frowned after she managed to sit up, looking more than a little frustrated with her situation. "Is that because of the Demonic Marks, or because I'm Fell Born?"
"I honestly don't know." Tristan answered. "It could be a combination of both. Or it could be something completely unrelated. Regardless, I think it's about time we started getting ready to go." Tristan said easily as she looked up towards the sound of his voice.
"Go? Go where?! Damn it Tristan, get me out of these bindings and take off this stupid blindfold!" Celestine demanded again; worry creeping into her voice as she began to dread what he had planned.
"Take them off?" Tristan asked, clearly amused. "Now why would I do that? If anything I'm going to be putting other items on you to restrict your other senses."
Celestine immediately began to pull away, trying to push herself to the far side of the bed. "W-Why would you do that?"
"Because..." Tristan began, grasping her leg gently and pulling her back into reach. "It is part of the punishment that is due to you Celestine. I told you last night that I had plans for today, and I intend to carry them out." Tristan explained, before he leaned over her and assaulted her sense of smell with the unique scent that seemed to emanate from him.
Yet Celestine didn't let it befuddle her, and forced herself to remain cognizant. "How the hell am I supposed to go anywhere when I can't see?" Celestine demanded; worry beginning to show in her voice as she felt the bed shift as he leaned over her.
"Why that's simple, I'll lead you along." Tristan answered patiently. "With this." He continued, before Celestine felt him gently lifting her enough to slip something around her neck and began to tighten it around her throat. Not so much as to be uncomfortable, but tight enough to be held in place. She couldn't be sure, but it was soft on the inside layer that pressed against her skin, but seemed stiff enough to retain its shape.
"... Did you... Did you just put a collar on me?" Celestine asked stupefied at what was happening. Her imagination began to run on high as she pictured herself with a collar on and tied up... Again her breath quickened another fraction and she began to squirm, fighting against the erotic images her imagination was creating. "Take it off... take it off now!"
"No, I don't think I will. Besides... I like it on you. The dark leather stands out well against your lovely skin." Tristan complemented. Before she knew it was happening, Tristan leaned down and gently kissed along her neck where the collar held against her skin. "It isn't too tight, is it?" He asked playfully, before nipping at her ear lightly.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips in response and instantly she turned her head away. Yet despite that, she couldn't help the shudder that ran through her, and this time she was almost certain he noticed it. The image of him leading her along by a collar and leash came to her mind, and she couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like... to be completely at someone's mercy like that. She would have absolutely no control over herself, and would have to rely on him for everything.
"Humm..." His voice sounded lightly in her ear. "Given your reaction, it seems you like the idea more than you let on. I wonder what perverse ideas are running through your mind right now..." Tristan said lightly as he pulled away from her.
She felt a slight tugging on the collar, pulling her to sit up, and at first she fought against it, but after a moment she realized that his hold over her wasn't going to be denied. She could have fought all she liked; he was still strong enough to drag her if he wanted. So she sat up, her features a mix of worry and intrigue. "Shut up." She said, her voice weaker than she had hoped. "This-... This isn't something I want."
"You filthy liar." Tristan announced quietly, like it was some sort of dirty secret. "You long to have your unyielding, unforgiving control torn away from you." Tristan accused playfully, his voice smooth and lustful. "You want to be set free from your own shackles Celestine. Shackles you put on yourself. You've shirked some of them off, I can see that much. Not everything has to be planned and coordinated any more. Not every desire is something you need to recoil from before you analyze it and categorize it, only so you can lock it away if your ridiculous moral standard deems it 'inappropriate'. And it's wonderful that you've made so much progress in regards to that already." Tristan declared, clearly proud of her. "But there is a ways to go yet. And I plan on seeing you through to that inevitable end. Even if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming." Tristan's voice became low and promising. "So what will it be? Are you going to keep denying yourself and the changes that have come, or are you going to jump in headlong, like you know you want to?"
Celestine was silent for a long moment, and Tristan could see her mulling over his words. Part of her screamed at her that this was wrong, that this was all just some sick game of his to truss her up and play with her head. Yet the rest of her was intrigued, and that part of her wanted to see how far this could go... How far she could go and what it would be like when she got there, at the edge of her limits.
Yet she had to wonder, could she still be herself if she submitted to this? Celestine always saw herself as someone who was strong, brave and independent. But if she gave into Tristan's demands, would that mean she would stop being those things? Before Tristan ever found her, Celestine knew things like this happened... That people tied each other up and played at BSDM and other less than 'normal' sexual games and fantasies. She had always thought of those who gave up all control to another person as weak... That those people needed other, more dominant people, to dictate how, when and where they would enjoy themselves. Either that, or they were so weak that they couldn't help but let others control them. Her self image most definitely did not fall into that category of person and the question of if she could survive such an experience and keep true to herself kept coming up... Despite that, now that she envisioned herself in such a situation, it was somehow becoming more and more intriguing...
Tristan could see her reluctance beginning to fade, and smiled wider with each passing second as he looked forward to her inevitable answer. However she, as she often did, surprised him. Instead of throwing herself to his mercy, Celestine spoke up, voice firm and unbowed. "One of the conditions that I have to fulfill in order for you to tell me about the Fell Born is submitting to this game, isn't it?"
Tristan chuckled. "I hadn't planned on telling you. I was curious to see if you would have done it even without that aspect being announced."
Celestine surprised him again by smiling lightly. "You are taking advantage of me. I don't see why I shouldn't try and return the favor. I'll do this willingly, but only because I want information about the Fell Born." Celestine said confidently.
"So you are not going to resist your punishment?" Tristan asked, getting closer to her, almost whispering his question to her like it was some filthy secret.
Celestine took a deep breath before answering him. "You are right about me... A very real part of me longs to see what that would be like... I won't deny the arousal I feel any more. You forced me to see how futile ignoring my own desires actually is, especially when you're the one throwing them in my face. However, before anything else, are you willing to entertain a request of mine?" Celestine asked firmly, somehow managing to keep her arousal and desires in check as she spoke to Tristan, a plan forming in her mind.
As much as a part of her wanted to explore the erotic possibilities this opened up, she knew that this 'punishment' would help get her closer to the third mark, and ultimately closer to her goal of turning it against him... But she would have to be careful about it... She would have to entice him into continuing and act as if he was affecting her for the sake of her goals. All the while she would have to keep herself in check and not lose herself to her own pleasure, or she would risk him just consuming her soul. It helped that the notion of this sort of 'sexual play' didn't disturb her as much as it once did... If he had pulled this when they first met, she was pretty certain she wouldn't have been able to deal with it. At the same time however, she knew it was becoming harder and harder to tell the difference from when she was honestly feeling pleasure, and when she was just acting...