Sweet Surrender Ch. 05

The sound of my phone dinging got my attention as I was finishing my makeup. Setting my contouring brush down, I picked up the device and swiped the screen, opening my phone to see I had a new text from Alexandra.

Alexandra: When you arrive today don't bother ringing the bell. Come on in and meet me back in my office. Also... you are to wear no panties today.

My pulse sped up as I digested her text, the subtext making my clit start to throb with heat. Then my eyes wandered over to the extremely short denim skirt I had laid out to wear. I had thought the idea of wearing it scandalous in its own right; wearing it without panties would be practically pornographic. I hadn't worn that particular skirt since my single days, and knew that Steve would have a fit if he found out I was wearing it outside of the house, much less doing it commando.

None of that mattered, though, because I knew that Alexandra would love it.

I removed the panties I had on and slipped into my skirt, zipping it up and staring at the reflection in my dressing room mirror. The denim garment hung just low enough to cover the cheeks of my ass while I was standing up. I actually had night shirts that hung lower. I knew that if I wasn't very careful when I sat down that I would be totally advertising my business for all to see. The careful and reserved Brooke, who'd become a staid and respectable wife when she'd married Steve, was nowhere to be seen. In her place was a sexy, wanton vixen who was willing to risk it all to finally feel like the fully realized woman she'd always been meant to be.

I slipped on a pink knit off-the-shoulder top that had been hanging in my closet since I'd bought it on a whim months ago. It didn't really go with the conservative outfits I typically wore when going out with Steve, but its slightly bohemian vibe was perfect for wearing with the short skirt. Plus, the way it hugged my small breasts made them appear larger.

Grabbing my bag, I took one last look at my reflection in the mirror, winking at the wicked girl I saw there. I was almost surprised when she winked back, confirming that she was me (and of course, therefore, so was she.) After checking the clock and deciding that I had time for a cup of coffee, I headed downstairs.

Standing there at the sink, I thought back to the previous night. Steve had been in his usual mood; all he'd wanted to do after supper was to quietly vegetate in front of the television while he'd consumed his thirty-year-old scotch. That had left me ample time alone after I'd done the dishes to retreat to our room with my Kindle. I'd downloaded a lesbian romance novel earlier in the day about a younger woman who'd become an au pair for a real ice queen. I had found myself so enthralled and titillated by the tale earlier in the day that I had had a hard time putting it down when it had been time for me to make supper. By the time Steve came up to go to bed, the young au pair had fallen in love with her employer, who had brought out the submissive lesbian in her. The passages describing their sex together had nearly tied me in knots and had left my panties a sodden mess.

While I wasn't naïve enough to believe that such a future was in the cards for me with Alexandra, I was still hopeful that whatever happened that day wouldn't be the end to whatever lay between us. I wanted to be more than just a cheap conquest for my obviously experienced seducer, but beyond that, I couldn't properly visualize or articulate anything specific.

Finishing up my cup of coffee, I rinsed out the cup and set it in the strainer before grabbing my things and heading for the front door and whatever lay in front of me.

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I stopped in the anteroom just outside the door to Alexandra's office. I needed just a moment to try and gather my wits before stepping into her inner sanctum. I knew that she was waiting for me there, and I wondered if she, too, had spent the hours since we'd parted ways imagining our imminent encounter.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and waited for permission to go inside. Alexandra called out for me to enter. I opened the door and made my way into her office, telling myself that I would remain calm, cool and collected, but what I saw immediately wrecked me.

"What's wrong, Brooke? Do you like what you see?"

I stood there just inside the doorway at a loss for words, the sight before me momentarily scrambling my brain. Alexandra stood there in front of her desk in a black bra and panties set with matching garters and what appeared to be silk stockings. Her long, dark hair was piled up on her head in a messy bun; dangling earrings with glistening stones decorated her ears. While I had always suspected that her body was like a blueprint for feminine beauty, I was at a loss for how sexy a creature she truly was. I wasn't sure of her age, though I assumed that she was at least a decade older than me, given all she had already accomplished professionally. One could hardly draw that conclusion, though, from her shapely curves, the swell of her C cup breasts, and tiny waist.

I stood there, saying nothing, frozen in place, my body rejoicing at the sight of her. I had entertained some wild fantasies over the last couple of days but none of them had prepared me. Alexandra had me utterly smitten and totally in thrall to her. I suspected then that I had been since the first moment that I'd laid eyes on her at that dinner party.

"You're gorgeous," I finally managed to say, my words falling well short of how enamored I was of her.

"As are you," Alexandra replied before waving her hand in the direction of the chair I normally sat in. "Please join me."

I started toward my chair only to be intercepted by her before I could take my seat. "Stand still," she ordered, her commanding tone sending shivers of delight racing down through my body. "Spread your feet a little wider than shoulder width apart." I did as she had directed me as I tilted my head and gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. The look she returned my way told me that my life would never be the same. With a wicked twinkle in her eyes, she brought her right hand down between my legs and swept it up under my skirt, her palm cupping my aroused sex. She then dragged two fingers down my cleft and into my wetness before settling them over my opening and slowly inserting them inside me.

"Ooooh," I moaned, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head.

"Good girl," Alexandra praised me, "you did just as I ordered you."

She withdrew her fingers, much to my dismay, before bringing them up and brazenly running them beneath her nose. She breathed in deeply and moaned her approval at the aroma of my arousal. She then brought both fingers forward and held them in front of my mouth with an expectant look on her face.

"Open wide, kitten," she softly demanded, her fingers rubbing against my lips, the smell of my own aroused sex permeating my nasal cavity. Despite the wanton nature of what I was being asked to do, my lips parted automatically as Alexandra slid her digits between them, the pads of her two fingers coming to rest on my tongue. "Suck those fingers, kitten." I immediately obeyed. She smiled as my own flavor hit my taste buds. My mouth began to water as I began to nursed at her digits, the lascivious nature of the act driving my arousal ever higher.

It was the first time that Alexandra had referred to me using a nickname, and I found that I liked it. Kittens were cute, playful and worthy of being loved. I liked believing that she saw me in such a way.

"I trust that you weren't naughty last night." Alexandra said, plucking her fingers from my mouth. "You didn't touch yourself, did you?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head to emphasize my obedience.

"Excellent," Alexandra replied, clearly pleased that I'd acquiesced to her demands from the day before. I felt a thrill at her mild praise; the knowledge I'd made her happy left me giddy.. The reality that my pleasure - emotional, surely, and also physical, I desperately hoped - was dependent on gratifying her desires was a new dynamic for me. It left me hungering to be rewarded for my obedience..

"I think that my sexy kitten has earned a prize for being such a good girl!"

I blushed, staring at her with adoration and reverence alongside my ever-growing arousal. I loved having her attention heaped on me. Steve was never very attentive to me when it was just us, though he played the role of being a perfect husband when we were out in the public eye. I'd grown used to it, enjoying his indifference at home simply because it gave me more time to focus on myself and my needs.

"How would you like to visit my special room out back?"

My eyes at once turned to look out toward the pool house. Alexandra had said that it held "equipment that I use in a special kind of stress relief therapy for women." That had left me wondering precisely what that entailed.

"I'd like that, I think."

"Wonderful," Alexandra declared, her beautiful face lighting up. "I really hope that you find it to be as entertaining as I do."

She reached out and took my hand, then turned to lead me out of her office. The way she grasped my hand was like a mother gripping her child, but I didn't find it patronizing at all. For reasons I still didn't understand, it turned me on even more. I wondered if it was because it was slightly humiliating, or if it was about her coercing me - making me submit. Regardless of what it was, I liked it.

I followed her into the kitchen and passed the room's large island to a set of folding glass doors. She slid them open, we stepped outside, and then she closed the door behind us.

"Now, there are special rules that I insist on being followed in this room," she said as we reached the French doors that led into the building. "While we are inside the confines of this room, you are to only refer to me as Mistress Alex."

The doors swung open, and I stepped into a wonderland, the sight of which caused my pulse to race. I'd never partaken in any BDSM type of activity beyond allowing an old boyfriend to restrain my hands once during a brief sexual encounter. It hadn't particularly excited me, but then again, neither had he. Alexandra's special room boasted far more than a few neckties. I allowed my eyes to wander, taking in all the equipment and pieces of furniture, and trying to imagine the uses for each one.

At the center of the room, against the far wall, was a large, x-shaped piece of equipment with leather straps at each corner. I didn't need my imagination to tell me what it was used for, but imagining myself getting used upon it made my nipples stiffen and my clitoris begin to engorge with blood.

"Does any of this equipment look familiar to you?"

I shook my head as my eyes settled on the wall to the right, which featured a glass case full of whipping implements. My eyes went big. There were whips, floggers and even leather paddles, along with what appeared to be several long canes. There were also several drawers; the secrets they held were an intriguing mystery.

"Does my little kitten think she might be willing to try some of my toys? I promise that I will ease you into the lifestyle."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, their meaning cementing in my mind that she didn't intend our "final" session to be a one-off event. I still found myself feeling unsure of what was going on between us. Was I just one of many women for her - one of many playthings to be used and eventually discarded? Or was I special in her eyes - an idea that I found strangely intriguing? That I wanted that to be the case spoke volumes about the depth of feeling I'd developed for Alexandra in only a few days. I was willingly risking a lot to be there: my marriage, my more-than-comfortable life, and my standing within the community.

"I'd like that, I think," I replied with a trembling voice as I stared up into the deep blue pools of her eyes.

"Good girl," she said, her slight praise bringing me a commensurate amount of pleasure. "What do you think you'd like to try first?"

I looked around the room and my eyes settled on the large x-shaped construct at the center of the far wall. Something told me that it might be too much for me to handle as a first-timer. I had an innate feeling that I needed to dip my toes into the water carefully to keep from being overwhelmed.

"What do you suggest, Mistress Alex?" I replied, the words coming off easily coming off my tongue, and seeming to deepen my submission to her.

Smiling at me, she said, "Why don't we start off simple, with an old favorite of mine?"

"Whatever you wish," I said, feeling a sense of giddiness at the thought of my fantasies coming to life. My daydreams and nighttime excursions into the dream world of dominant/submissive sex play had never included something as involved as a BDSM dungeon. I knew that I'd need guidance with my first foray into this strangely exciting new world.

Alexandra laid claim to my wrist and pulled me in the direction of an armless chair. I watched as she took a seat before patting her thighs. "I want you to lay down across here on your stomach and place the palms of your hands on the floor."

I flushed at the thought of what was about to happen. The implication was clear. I was about to be spanked for the first time in my life; my mother had always believed that it was more productive to talk to and reason with a child than it was to use any form of corporal punishment. I took a step to Alexandra's right and turned to position myself so that I was facing her lap. I then carefully lowered myself until my stomach was in contact with her upper legs, doing as she had instructed and placing my hands down until some of my weight was resting on them on the floor.

"Now, I'm going to give you ten spanks to each cheek to start off with for deciding to tease me with this slutty little outfit you decided to wear. Your hands aren't to come off the floor. If they do, I'm going to add ten more to each cheek. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Alex," I replied, the surreality of what I was doing nearly overwhelming me.

I felt my skirt get lifted and could feel Alexandra tucking the hem of it in the waistband, wholly exposing my naked ass. Her right hand quickly settled on the left globe of my backside, rubbing and caressing it in a loving manner. "Do you know how often I've fantasized about being able to do this? Ever since that first day I saw you out sunbathing. You were laying out on your stomach with only a thong on. Just the sight of you left my pussy aching and wet. I kept insisting that we check out the outer deck off the main-suite again in the hopes of seeing that you'd turned over. Finally, you did, and I got to admire those perfect little breasts of yours."

I couldn't help the small moan that escaped from the depths of my throat. The praise she was heaping upon me was something I hadn't known I'd been missing in my marriage to Steve. I'd gotten numb to receiving affection and positive recognition in my life. Nobody who praised me was important to me, I realized - not my neighbors, and certainly not random men. The one person who should have been was uninterested, though it had already become clear to me that I was only offended that Steve took me for granted on principle, not because more attention from him would've excited me, or given me anything that I truly needed. Alexandra was different. I already cared more deeply about her opinion of me than about anyone else's. My world had been a twilight of indifference; she was the bright, blazing sun - and she made me hot.

The first blow of her open palm caught me by surprise, startling me out of my reverie. The sting of it radiated through me but faded quickly, only to be replaced by a burning heat that settled in my core. It was quickly followed by another blow, that one on the opposite cheek; my body responded exactly the same way. She quickly fell into a rhythm of paddling my bottom, and the mild pain it caused was well worth it. I could feel a steadily building heat between my legs that was equal to or greater than the stinging in my backside. Every fresh swat drove home just how deep my submissive streak actually ran.

"Oh, that's a nice shade of pink," Alexandra said as she began to gently rub my bottom after her final blows had landed on my ass. "Did my little kitten enjoy having her naughty little bottom spanked?"

"She did," I cooed back to her while feeling myself in a strange headspace. It was like I was mildly tipsy, inebriated on nothing more than erotic pain.

"Let's see," she responded, slipping her fingertips between my cheeks and allowing them to run lightly down and across my rosebud before finding the cleft of my sex and delving into my very wet furrow. The tips of her digits glazed over and circled the turgid bulb of my clitoris before retreating back down and settling at the opening of my sex. I held my breath and prayed a silent prayer that she wouldn't tease me further, and was blessed by her fingers sliding into the vestibule of my needy pussy. "You're soaked," she announced as her fingers skillfully sank inside me and curled to tap against my G-spot. "I think my little kitten really enjoyed having her bottom spanked."

"Meow," I replied playfully in response to her nickname of me, which I found myself quickly becoming attached to. "That feels so good, Mistress Alex."

"Does my good girl need to come?"

"So badly," I whined, my need infecting my voice.

"I need to make you come, kitten," she declared. "I've thought about little else in the last couple of days. But I'm not sure I'm done playing with you yet, and I know that delaying our mutual gratification will only make things more intense when we finally give in."

I groaned in disappointment when I felt her fingers leave me, the disappointment of being denied being counterbalanced by how much greater I knew the pleasure would be once I finally gained my release. I would often delay my orgasms when I masturbated, so I knew that doing so always paid off in spades.

"Hop up," Alexandra said, patting my bottom.

I stood up. She joined me, then took my hand and led me over to the wall of BDSM paraphernalia. Alexandra released the hold she had on me and bent to open the top drawer at the end of the inlaid cabinet, revealing a selection of items that instantly spiked my arousal. There were various leather collars, as well as restraint cuffs and leashes; the sight of them brought to mind all the many, many stories of dominant/submissive relationships I'd read on erotica sites in recent days. All of the submissive characters in those tales had worn at least one such item with honor and unashamed verve; their collars, in particular, had been symbols of the bonds they'd shared with their respective dominants. The throbbing behind my clit reached a feverish pitch as I considered the implications.

"If we decide to continue this little relationship," Alexandra said, "then you will always do two things when entering this room. You will strip until you are completely nude and then you will retrieve this and drop to your knees. Then you will ask me for the honor of wearing it." The intense look in her eyes - and her tone, to match - spoke of how much she wanted me.

I looked at the collar she held in her hand. It was black, about two inches wide, and an eighth of an inch thick. In thick, yellow block letters was the word "SLUT," a title that I was utterly determined to live up to.

"Yes, Mistress Alex," I said as I began to disrobe. I folded my top and set it aside before unhooking my bra and tossing it on top of my shirt. I then unzipped my skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor before slipping out of my heels. I then turned back to Alexandra, who was wantonly leering at me with as much desire and determination as I'd ever seen on anyone's face. I tried not to smile at how happy her look made me, knowing the moment called for something a bit more serious. Holding out my left hand, I took the collar from her and slowly dropped to my knees, holding the item up in my outstretched palms toward her. "May I please have the honor of wearing your collar, Mistress Alex?"