The Author Pt. 04

Part 4: Introduction to Submission

This is a work of fiction, none of the characters are intended to bear any resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any similarity is purely unintentional.

Bill and Jennifer returned to the office and Bill turned and faced Jennifer. "How are you doing Jen?"

Jennifer looked at him for a moment, and then slowly dropped to her knees before him. She then lowered her forehead to his shoe placing her head on his shoe. There was a moment of silence before Jennifer spoke. "Command me Master."

With a crotch that tightened noticeably Bill said, "I see you really are ready now. Are you ready to discuss limits and choose your safe word?"

"Sir, I'm going to assume that you have a safe word, and as for limits, I don't know enough yet to set limits." Jennifer said.

"Rise Jennifer." Bill said.

Jennifer touched her lips to his shoe and then rose to her feet. Bill looked into her eyes and saw them sparkle with joy.

Bill smiled at her and hugged her close. "Where did you learn that?"

"Your books, one scene described that position, and I figured I could pull it off. I couldn't very well practice with my best friend and Mother watching." Jennifer said with a small smile on her face. "So what do I call you? Master, Sir, Bill, or what?"

Bill looked into her eyes and said, "In public, you can refer to me as William, that will be your term of honor to me. For now, Sir is appropriate, as we haven't had a collar ceremony. In the circle I run in, the partners are called Dom's and Subs if they are not collared. If they are collared, then it's Master and Slave. Do you understand?"

"Not really, what is a collaring ceremony, I don't remember that from the books." Jennifer asked.

"It's a sort of domination ceremony. It's hard to explain, what it means is you are taking me as your Master, forsaking all others before me. You are swearing your mind, body, soul to me as my property. It means I am taking you as my slave, placing you first in my life, first in my heart." Bill said.

"Yes sir." Jennifer said.

Bill walked behind her and said into her ear. "I look forward to hearing about your week; this is an amazing change in you Jennifer."

"Sir, my mother and friend helped me purge the last of my reluctance, and helped me realize what matters and who I love. More importantly, they helped me understand that my life has been empty, because I walked away from my submissive side. I spent years pretending that I was something I wasn't, and was miserable because of it. Beth said I built a cage of low expectations, and refused to let myself out."

Bill stood before her and said, "They brought me the woman I knew existed inside you. The woman I have loved since she showed up looking for a job. I owe them more than a few books." He drew in a deep breath and leaned forward kissing Jennifer gently on the lips and backing away said, "Go downstairs and wait for me."

Jennifer left the room and Bill stood for a moment and went to lock the front door. He forced himself to be calm. He took a deep breath and started down to the basement. He arrived at the bottom of the stairs and found Jennifer kneeling at the foot of the stairs. Waiting for him. He felt his erection grow even more, and fought down the nearly overwhelming urge to take her right then, bent over, laid out, in whatever position she happened to fall in. Bill swallowed once hard, struggling to be calm.

"Rise Jennifer, come with me." Bill walked to the table and stopped. Jennifer stood beside him.

"All the connections in this room have been changed out. Each one has a quick release attached now." He showed the binding to Jennifer. "When you are in one of them, all you have to do to escape the binding is tug the small cord here and the binding breaks loose from the chains." He tugged the rope and a lever moved, and the binding came loose from the chain.

Jennifer smiled at him; he understood her fears, and her previous experience. "Thank you sir, you changed these after we talked?"

"Yeah, I've always thought of it, designed a couple, felt it was part of the safety that should be standard."

Bill next took her to a modified St. Andrew's cross made from heavy chain. It had four chains coming diagonally from the ceiling and floor, however the ended and formed a large box that the victim would be outlined by. This improvement allowed a Dom to work not only the front of the victim, but the back of the bound as well.

Bill kissed Jennifer again, this time more passionately. Then he stepped back and said "Take off your cloths."

Jennifer hesitated, took a deep cleansing breath, and started to remove her shirt. Bill stood back and watched. Jennifer felt very self conscious as she set her shirt aside. She released her breasts from their confinement next. Her breathing was shallow and her sex was getting hot and wet. Licking her lips she removed her shoes and pants. She stood before him in only panties, hesitating.

Bill came to her and hugging her, kissing her whispered "Very good Jennifer, that wasn't easy, and I'm proud of you. Good girl."

Jennifer kissed him back, and felt her nipples tighten. Bill lowered his head, kissing his way down to her chest, reaching and holding her hips. Taking her underwear in his hands, he slid them down her hips, across her ass, and then sliding them down her legs. The fragrance of her aroused pussy filled the room, the heady scent of desire.

Bill then placed Jennifer's wrists and ankles into the bindings and then she was spread eagle before him. "My God, you are beautiful Jennifer."

Jennifer smiled and looked down sheepishly.

Bill ran his hands over her neck, down to her Grapefruit sized breasts. Hefting the beautiful breasts into his hands, he felt the weight, and ran his thumbs over the pink nipples; they hardened into their fully erect state at his touch. Bill looked into her eyes, and saw them sparkling with love, her lips were parted and she was panting slightly as he rubbed her nipples. Bill leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing her lips with his own. Jennifer responded by forcing her head forward, pushing harder onto his lips, her tongue flicking out to seek his.

Bill pulled back gently, and kissed her neck licking her softly. The chains rattled as Jennifer tried to move her hands to him, to draw him into her.

Bill ran his hands down her stomach, caressing her, stopping just short of her downy pubic hair, just brushing the edge of her pubic hair. He reached for a large peacock feather on the wall, and began to stroke Jennifer up and down. Behind the knees, along the outside of her thighs, under her breasts. He rubbed her ass with the edge of the feather, giving her goose bumps along her arms and legs.

On the next pass, walking around her he picked up a suede flogger. Its supple softness would entice Jennifer. "Jennifer, this won't hurt, but I want you to practice breathing deeply." Jennifer nodded in response, the release cord intertwined with her fingers.

Bill began lightly flicking Jennifer up and down her body. Across her breasts, down her abdomen, down her thighs, up her calves and the backs of her thighs. He began to flog her back and buttocks a little harder, telling her to breathe steadily. "Jennifer, keep breathing deeply, it will release the endorphins, and you'll enter sub space."

Jennifer nodded and kept breathing, but her vision was blurring and her eyes seemed to glaze over. Bill took some clips from the shelf and stepping to her thumbed her nipples, perking them up. Placing one on the first nipple, Jennifer let out a gasp of pain as the tiny clip pinched her savagely. Placing the second one on her other nipple, Jennifer held her breath for a second.

"Jennifer breath deeply, relax yourself into the pain." Bill told her gently.

Jennifer complied slowly, at first breathing shallowly and then breathing more deeply. Her eyes glazed over again and she felt a sense of peace and well being wash over her.

"Oh God." Jennifer breathed slowly. She had entered a mental state she hadn't experienced before. Her pain was still there, but it didn't hurt, it was a sensation, incredibly intense, but not detrimental. It was erotic, arousing, and incredibly powerful. She felt like she was flying.

Bill nodded and went back to flogging her softly. He placed a hand over her mound and found it warm and enlarged. It was ready for action, her arousal was growing. Her pussy was hot, swollen, and so wet already. Bill began to gently massage Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer moaned slightly and pushed her pelvis out towards his hand. Bill flogged her a little harder as he slid one finger into her canal. Jennifer moaned and her pussy muscles clamped down on his finger, trying to draw him into it. Jennifer was ready he found, ready for her first orgasm drawn out by a BDSM Dom.

He began to flick her harder and rub her slit, and as his finger stroked her clit, Jennifer cried out in pleasure. Bill flogged her ass harder drawing a pink color to it and he rubbed her clit rapidly and saw Jennifer tug on her bindings and saw her body tense. She was so close right now; time to push her over the edge.

Bill took her nipple clamps in one hand and released her left breast from the torture. He rubbed her clit harder and faster as the blood rushed back into the nipple. Jennifer cried out in pain and in pleasure as the second clamp was released. Her climax overwhelmed her at that moment. Jennifer began making unintelligible sounds as she pulled on the chains and more fluids rushed out of her covering Bill's hand.

Bill continued flicking her clit, pushing it higher, pushing her higher over the edge.

As she finally relaxed, she hung limply from the chains, her legs unable to support her weight. Her limbs were shaking from exhaustion; a small amount of drool dropped from her lower lip. Jennifer breathed raggedly as Bill released her ankles, and then her wrists. He supported her weight and carried her to the couch along one wall. He placed her on the couch, and then snuggled up with her and covered her with a blanket. Jennifer became aware of him and slowly moved her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"My God, that was, incredible." Jennifer managed.

"The least I could do for my Sub." Bill answered. "Besides, now you know the power of Bondage, and of sub space. You now understand the rewards of submission."

Jennifer looked at him and then leaned in and kissed him passionately. Her hand moved down to his crotch finding his erect cock trapped by his pants. She fumbled with his belt, finally opening it and then opened his pants. Jennifer found a pair of boxers between her and her goal. She moved his cock out through the opening, and began to stroke it. Jennifer realized she felt empty inside, an emptiness that could be described as hunger. Hunger by her pussy for his cock. An emptiness she had not experienced since Jeremy raped her. An emptiness that she had missed so much. She needed sex, with a man, with Bill.

"Bill, I want you now, I want you." Jennifer said.

Bill raised his hips and lowered his pants. As his cock cleared the boxers, it sprang up and smacked his own belly. Jennifer had a hand on it again instantly and then lowered her head to his erection. She took him into her mouth, and began to kiss and lick him. She bobbed on his cock her lips the only thing making contact. Bill pulled her head up and she saw his own eyes sparkled with passion, and his expression was one of love.

She followed his lead, and lay back on the couch, and Bill mounted her, placing the head at her opening and then barely penetrating her. Jennifer bit her lip and moaned slightly. Bill slowly slid his length into her, and Jennifer wondered if she could manage all of him. It filled her, and kept filling and then stretching her. Suddenly Jennifer felt complete, filled and complete. Her hunger sated for the moment, as Bill began to gently withdraw, and then push back into her.

Jennifer reached up and grabbed Bill putting her arms around him, and pulling him into her. Her nails dug into him desperate for the affection she had denied herself for all these years. Desperate for the sex she had not enjoyed since her horrible night. Jennifer didn't think about that night, didn't try not to think of it. She couldn't think, she was a huge emotion, a singular purpose and a need to couple. She had no negative thoughts or emotions, she was simply there. It was if nothing existed except her own desire, her desire had an object, and it was Bill.

Bill lowered his head to her nipple, and taking one in his mouth. He sucked on it and licked the breast while he made sure to maintain penetration. Jennifer had thrown her head back and had her hands gripping his head. His actions on her nipples seemed to go straight to her pussy, seemed to make her more aroused, hotter, and brought her closer to another climax. Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, her desperation, and her need apparent on her face, and in her actions.

Surprise struck then, and almost hurt her pulling out. Jennifer felt a sudden sense of loss, of emptiness, and she cried out. Gripping him tightly she held on and tried to adjust to her sudden emptiness, her overwhelming sense of loss.

Bill picked climbed off her, and picked her up. Jennifer held on as Bill carried her to the leather-covered table. Jennifer looked up at him with tears in her eyes trying to understand what was going on within her. Bill laid her down on the table and positioned himself between her legs.

Spreading for him, she reached to draw him back into her.

Bill positioned himself, and entered her in one full thrust. Jennifer felt her breath driven out of her as he pushed up and into her. From this angle, he could achieve maximum penetration, and he did indeed achieve. In addition, this angle provided additional stimulation to Jennifer's clit, and she couldn't take much more stimulation.

Jennifer reached for him, and Bill leaned into her. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out her mixed with the grunts, groans, and moans of the participants. There was no discussion, no urging or comments. There was only primal animal sex. Jennifer cried out when another climax broke over her, and then gripped the edge of the table over her head as Bill continued to thrust into her madly. Sweat poured from his body, his hands pawed at her breasts, tugging, pinching, and gripping them. Bill growled down low in his throat as his own orgasm peaked, and he gripped Jennifer's hips and drove himself into her with one final thrust.

Jennifer felt him swell within her and she cried out as she could feel his hot semen splash against her cervix. Bill held her tight as he kept trying to get a little deeper into her. Jennifer smiled as she felt complete for the first time in so very long. Orgasms and fulfillment. Two things that were such an important part of her life, denied or minimized until they were mere shadows of themselves.

Bill relaxed finally and looked down at Jennifer, and then leaned down to kiss and hug her. "So was this better than dinner and a movie?"

Jennifer smiled and said, "I think so, but I guess it would depend on the movie."

They held the embrace for a while and then got dressed. They went upstairs and ate a light lunch, and Bill returned to his work on the storyboard. Trying to chart where his current mystery was going.

"I didn't see a board for the other books, where do you chart those?" Jennifer asked.

"I don't chart them, I just relax and let them flow. It doesn't really matter if something is out of sequence, or an item needs to be inserted. I can do that, readers of erotica don't much mind if the story isn't perfect, readers of Mysteries demand perfection." Bill answered her.

"I have a question, about the DVD you showed me, the races. Will you take me to one, so I can see it?" Jennifer asked.

Bill stopped looking at the board and turned to her his face registering his own questions. "You want to go to the farm now?"

"Yeah, are they open this weekend? Could we go?" Jennifer asked.

Bill considered. "This weekend, they will only be doing light training, no racing. The big race next weekend is in New York, and I wasn't planning on going. You aren't ready for that crowd yet. Only advanced practitioners will be present there. In another year, the race will be here, perhaps then."

"How much knowledge of this would I need?" Jennifer asked him self consciously.

"Jennifer, basic positions at the minimum. Understanding of how to greet your own Dom, and how to greet a visiting Dom. How to behave in public, for example, you would be expected to kneel beside me when I was seated. Walk on my right side, and wear a collar and leash to indicate you are a kept slave, and not available for public scenes, or private sessions."

Jennifer looked pale, and said "All that goes on there?"

"That and more."

Jennifer swallowed once hard and said "What would I wear, or be expected to wear?"

Bill considered "Costume would be flexible, Leather is common, silks and satins are less common but not remarkably so. However it's posture and behavior more than costume, I could find you something to wear, but it's behavior. For example, if I said Collar Position, you would need to know what to do."

Jennifer tried to remember where she had heard that. "It was in one of your books wasn't it? The collar position?" She got off the chair and knelt before him and raised her hair off her neck. "Like this?"

Bill walked to her and began to adjust her position. "Pride Jennifer, Posture for a slave means she is proud to be a slave, proud to serve her Dom."

Jennifer accepted the instruction and said "My greeting was OK wasn't it?"

Bill looked at her and said "It was pretty good for a novice. If we work the rest of the afternoon, I can probably teach you enough to get by, we can find you outfits in Atlanta. This weekend will be light, less structure, less of the expected submissive public stuff. More like a fun little gathering of friends. You would still need to be deferential to the Dom's, but not as blatantly as you would on a race weekend with more people around.

Jennifer smiled at him and said "I'll work hard Sir, and will try not to embarrass you."

Bill sighed and said "It's not me who would be embarrassed, it's you."

Jennifer raised an eyebrow at that. The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to get Jennifer to kneel properly, and assume the proper positions and move with grace from one to another. After dinner, they took a break and Bill told her about the compound.

"Cell phones are checked at the gate, no cameras, the video I showed you was an exception and one which was announced months ahead of time. Privacy and trust are paramount." Bill told her.

"Among the members of this group are a member of Congress, a Former Governor, Television personalities, and the rich and powerful from the west coast. Hollywood types are even members here. Don't stare at them, as a Slave, you aren't supposed to look directly at anyone unless invited to do so during the strict weekends. Even during the light weekends, you shouldn't stare, although you can look at others more freely." Bill told her.

Jennifer tried to absorb this. This world of Bondage was so much larger than she had thought. "Cell phones checked at the gate, so that's why you only allowed text messages?"

"Yes, the security people tell the concierge and he passes the message to the member. Cell phones are tagged with the members name, or pseudonym in the case of the known people."

"I'm surprised that this place hasn't been featured on the news, a 20/20 expose kind of thing." Jennifer said.

"Not all that surprising considering that the Producer of that show is a member in good standing, as is the owner of the broadcasting company."