Lessons in Submission – BDSM


Chapter One

She wasn’t sure if she should write a account making her wishes clear or hold back on saying too much at all and wait to see if anyone contacted her. This was all completely new territory, she was anxious but also determined and scary as it was, if she didn’t do it now, experience it now, somehow she felt that she never would. So after lots of false starts and lots of crossings out, she decided that she had a simple one liner that said it all so she gathered all her courage and typed out the account for the web site.

‘Tall, confident woman seeks lessons in submission from dominant alpha male.’

Her finger hovered over the submit button for a few moments and then… tap, the words disappeared and a message came straight back which read – Congratulations – your account has been sent for review. We will confirm that your account has been approved and is live within twenty-four hours.

Lysette Brown was a public relations specialist and a manager in a large blue — chip-company with offices all over the world. She was attractive, confident, self sufficient, financially affluent as well as all around independent. On the surface she had it all; a gorgeous apartment, high quality furnishings, modern wall art, wardrobes full of clothes and shoes, and a high end luxury car. She had lots of friends and a good social life as well as a couple of nice attractive men that took her out whenever she wanted them to. But it was all too easy. She had slipped into a routine in her working life and socially and she was bored. Her sex life didn’t help, it was all so damned vanilla, she wanted more, she needed excitement, she wanted passion.

She had read a book about a submissive woman being flogged and fucked by her master and his friends and it made her feel so horny. She knew that she absolutely had to try it for herself. She wanted someone else to make the decisions for a change, to take control; she absolutely craved someone to take her, control her, dominate her. She longed to be tied to a bed and feel the bite of whip on her backside, she imagined the thrill.

She tried hinting at what she wanted with the men that she knew; she tried talking to them about her fantasies, but they just didn’t get it and honestly they were very nice, but that, she suspected was the issue, she simply didn’t want nice, she needed more.

Lysette had heard about a web site where people could meet like minded people for sexual encounters, but initially when she checked it out, her courage deserted her and she dismissed it right away as it had all seemed so seedy somehow.

But after a few weeks, the fantasies continued to invade her dreams and she decided to go back to the site and try again. She didn’t have to actually do anything if she didn’t want to she told herself, she could be choosy and only respond when she wanted. She would only meet someone if she really wanted to. So why be scared?

And so today was the day and once her account had been accepted, the messages from numerous men seemed to come thick and fast. Most of the messages were a complete waste of time, some laughable, some clearly foreign without a proper grasp of English whilst others could only use text speak. After a few weeks she almost gave up but emboldened by all the interest that she had received, she decided to look around at the images of men who were actually on the site at that moment and, rather than waiting, she would approach anyone that she liked the look of. There was still no risk involved doing it this way, because even if she did get replies, she would be able to decide if she wanted to take it further or not. If this still didn’t work, she would shrink back to her old self and make the best of what she had.

After scanning the images, she saw an ad for Jack from London. It was his photo that drew her attention although his account sounded just right too.

Decent hard working alpha male into the finer things in life looking for a tall feisty female, first time submissive to introduce to the pleasures of BDSM. She will be confident in her own skin and comfortable with multiple attentions.

She took some time preparing her response, wanting to sound keen, but not too pushy. Finally, she responded saying that she wondered they sounded well suited and invited Jack to look at her account to see if he agreed that they might click.

She logged on to the site each night in the hope of a response and after four days, finally, she received a short message from Jack. He told her that he didn’t believe in lots of email exchanges and that he just he wanted to meet her.

She had readily agreed and he told her where and when he wanted to see her as well as what he wanted her to wear. ‘Don’t be late,’ he said, ‘I’ll be waiting and then I’ll let you know if I think we might click.’

Sounds arrogant, she wondered, but hell, he’s a dominant man supposedly so he’s bound to be that way I suppose.

So bolshy and arrogant, sure of himself, maybe even over confident, but whatever it was, he had caught her interest somehow, using just the right language saying the right things although, at this moment, she couldn’t remember exactly what he had said. This Jack sounded so unlike the men that she was usually attracted too who were at all times smooth, too smooth. She was definitely attracted to him; Jack’s photo showed that he had black shoulder length hair that just curled over his collar, brown eyes and dark gypsy looking features that made him look strong and a little wicked.

They had arranged to meet at the champagne bar in St Pancras station and he had told her that her dress should be tight with a few buttons undone on her top along with high heeled shoes and hold up stockings; he told her it was the first test.

Lysette, usually so sure of herself, felt a little anxious but she soon realised that her fears were unfounded as Jack was really nice and they got along well from the begin. He was attentive, funny and clearly intelligent with a slightly foreign sounding accent. They talked about his work which was financial consultancy. He told her that he had clients from all over the world that trusted him to advise them on investments. He said he had being doing company with some of them for so long, that he had developed a number of good friendships. Jack asked Lysette about her work and so she explained briefly that she worked in public relations for a big business and he seemed keen to know what her work entailed. Jack wanted to know if she was the boss and how many staff she had. He asked her if she had to make big decisions about policy or budget and if she enjoyed the job. They talked about music and books and he was interested to know, what she wondered about this music style or that book and they chatted amiably for some time.

For Lysette it was a welcome change to have someone that seemed genuinely interested in her and what she had to say.

After a few glasses of champagne, and lots of light hearted conversation, Lysette began to wonder if they would ever talk about the lessons in submission that he said he had on offer. She liked him. There was something about him, a kind of quiet power that was wondered provoking and incredibly alluring too. God she hoped he knew what he was doing, she hoped he would actually be that dominant man she wondered he would be. Now, there was a lull in conversation and she thought how to turn the conversation around to sex and dominance and submission, but it was Jack who started things off.

‘So Lysette, tell me what do you think of all this so far?’ Jack asked her, looking directly into her eyes, his deep brown eyes staring intently back at hers.

‘Yes, I think it’s fine,’ she replied smiling up at him.

‘Well shall we get down to brass tacks?’ he said.

‘Yes of course,’ she said, pleased but suddenly anxious again, ‘please do.’

Chapter Two

‘I like to put my cards on the table so I’m gonna tell you what I am looking for and what I expect. Then I want you to tell me what you are looking for and we’ll take it from there, okay?’ He didn’t wait for a response.

‘I have a certain way, certain wants, desires and rules if you will. I’m looking for a woman, just like you, that I can train to be a good submissive. I have shown you the side of me that I want you to see — the charming, flirty Jack but I do have a darker side, and whilst I can be soft and gentle, I am inclined to be more of a control freak, deciding what I want and then taking it. How does that sound so far?’ he asked.

‘Well it depends,’ she said, ‘on what your wants and desires might be and what it is you are looking for specifically I suppose.’

‘Well I like the way you look, which is of course a very good begin. You have done what I asked in terms of what you have worn for our meeting here today. Again a good begin, but make no mistake, I will want you to do exactly as I say,’ he replied.

‘Well I figure out that,’ Lysette replied.

‘Don’t interrupt,’ he snapped.

‘Sorry,’ she said.

He smiled, ‘Just be quiet for a moment and listen.’

‘You want specifics you said – well here goes; the first’s thing is complete obedience – your whole desire should be to please me and your obedience and willingness to do anything I ask will achieve that.’

Lysette had never been subservient in any way to anyone ; she was at all times in charge, at all times the one to make the decisions at work and in her life and so the wondered of being obedient to this man was a little odd but strangely appealing and erotic too. She wanted to ask just how obedient, obedient was, but she stayed quiet for the moment.

‘When we are together,’ he continued, ‘you will dress as I tell you to dress, you will not wear panties in my business and you will be prepared to be fucked at any time and in any place that I choose. I am happy for you to be playful and flirty in public and I don’t mind if you want to be flirty with other men because they are bound to look at an attractive women like you but, without my permission, you don’t go any further than being flirty.’

‘I will not ask you to do menial things like cleaning or cooking or anything like that as all my demands will be completely and utterly sexual.’

‘I will routinely whip you whenever the fancy takes me with whatever I want to use which could be my hands, a bath brush or most probably, a thick leather flogger. The flogger is my favourite because it makes a particularly attractive set of red stripes on soft buttocks – do you have soft buttocks Lysette?’ he asked, suddenly visualising this woman bent over.

Lysette opened her mouth to speak and was relieved when he went on, ‘No, don’t tell me, it’s best if I figure out for myself. I may want you to bend over a particularly hard bench in my apartment with your legs spread and the curtains open so that my horny neighbours will see me whipping your arse and pussy lips and you will beg for more.’ Jack looked over at her, and enjoyed the look of mild shock that registered on her face and smiled to himself as he continued, ‘You will also beg to be allowed to stay there exposed to the world because you know that it pleases me when you show yourself off like a slut. I may leave you there for fun or even ask my neighbours around, inviting them to use your body in any way they want to. I will supply all the tools and then sit back and watch the show and we will both love it. Oh and it’s best that you know that after they have used your body for their pleasure, you will be punished severely for being such a slut. Mmm delicious,’ he said.

‘You will suck my cock whenever and wherever I want you to and you will service all my friends in any way that I choose, because you know that it will please me if you do.’

‘How does that sound so far? Have I shocked you or are those lace panties of yours dripping wet,’ he asked, smirking.

Lysette felt incredibly shocked and virtually speechless, but more by the fact that what he had said had turned her on so much and he was right, she knew that she was wet.

‘Shall I go on, Lysette?’ he asked, studying her intently, ‘or is that already too much for your feminine sensibilities?’

She was silent.

‘Answer me,’ he demanded.

‘Please continue,’ she replied.

Jack had become a little blasé about all this. The advert on the sex site had proved to be useless. It wasn’t the quantity of contacts but rather the quality that had been disappointing. He’d been approached by a number of women from the advert, and most of them just wanted or needed a good hard fuck. He could get that any time but to Jack a submissive woman was a special woman. He wanted to discover that someone that he could train to become a true submissive, someone that would learn to follow his instructions, someone whose needs he would fulfil, someone he would respect and care for and that would fill all his needs too.

Jack had almost dismissed the message from Lysette, but something about the words she used, something about the way it was written just made him curious so he decided that he would at least go through the motions and if it didn’t work, then, well it wouldn’t matter.

‘Good girl,’ he said, ‘a few more specifics since you did ask for specifics.’ Jack had never said so much to any of the women that had come before Lysette, but hell he really liked the look of her and, he wanted to see her reaction so he went on. He would just see how shocked he could make her.

‘I do like anal sex and I like to use vibrators. I have a rather splendid collection and I like to use them all. But don’t worry, I will use plenty of lube before I push the very big ones into your arse and if it pleases me, I might have a vibrator in your arse and another in your cunt at the same time so you must be prepared for that. You must never, never cum until I give permission and believe me, with a vibe rammed in your arse and another one vibrating in your pussy you will discover it almost impossible not to cum – but if you do without my permission,’ he grinned, ‘there will be lots of punishment, so better not disobey me.’

‘Of course, you do have a little say in what happens to you,’ he said, smiling at her benevolently.

‘Thank god for that,’ Lysette wondered, still a little overwhelmed by his words.

‘You can tell me your hard limits. I mean if there is anything that you definitely don’t want to do, or have done to you, and we will agree on a safe word in advance, a word that you can use to make everything stop.’

‘So, everything clear. Any questions?’ Lysette nodded her agreement.

‘No questions and yes, everything is clear. Oh yes, there is one question,’ she said, ‘how obedient is obedient?’

You will carry out all my instructions fully and immediately without question. If you hesitate you will be punished. You will not be insolent or petulant, such behaviour will be punished. I haven’t decided at this stage but I may ask you to call me Sir or Master.’

Lysette couldn’t help herself and she sniggered.

Jack was very serious as he looked up at her sharply. ‘Something amuses you Lysette?’ he asked, his voice laced with considerable anger.

She didn’t say anything.

‘Answer me Lysette,’ he demanded.

‘No sorry, nothing funny,’ she stammered. Shit he was serious; she couldn’t imagine calling anyone Sir or Master.

‘Think about what I have said, it’s essential that you like the sound of the specifics,’ he said chuckling. ‘It will be a big change for you, giving up control, having to completely please a man without question. It will be like a journey of discovery, but if it’s truly what you want, then I expect that you may discover it all rather liberating.’

‘Okay now, your turn. Tell me what you are looking for Lysette.’

He could see her hesitate.

He waited for a few moments ‘Do you want to feel a man taking control of you, making you do things?’ he asked her.

‘Yes, I think so,’ she replied.

‘And do you want to be tied up, your arms and legs stretched out like a giant cross on a bed and your wrists and ankles restrained so that you are completely helpless?’

‘Erm, yes, I think I do,’ she said.

‘But you are not sure?’ Jack asked.

‘Yes I’m sure, it just seems odd talking about it this way,’ she said.

‘Better that we both know what the other wants, isn’t it?’ he asked, ‘and if it turns out that it is what we both want — then please don’t worry, we will both get very hot and horny then.’

‘So Lysette, tell me what else?’ She was still a little hesitant.

‘Do you want to be whipped,’ he asked her, ‘do you like the wondered of pain on that lovely soft back side of yours?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

Have you wondered about having the attentions of more than one man Lysette, this won’t be lovey–dovey, it’s much more likely to be rough and ready, are you sure that’s want you want.

‘Oh yes,’ she replied, feeling stronger now, ‘yes, I’d like to try everything that you have described; I want to experience it all.’

‘Good,’ he said, ‘now I want you to go the ladies and take off your panties and bring them back to me. If you are not back within say ten minutes, I’ll assume that you don’t like what I have said and you’ll never hear from me again. But if you do come back, I’ll want to know your hard limits and your safe word and then we can make a begin right away on your very first lesson.’

She just sat there for a moment, trying to take it all in.

‘Go on then,’ he urged, ‘off you go.’

Chapter Three

Jack watched Lysette walk away. She moved so well and what a figure; an hour glass shape, nice big breasts small waist big ass all shown so well in the tight dress that he had told her to wear. He began to wonder if he had said too much. Had he been too shocking, should he have moved more slowly, had he frightened her away? He realised with a stab of surprise that he really wanted her to come back. Based on all the things that he discovered about her during their earlier conversation and her reactions to the ‘specifics’ she had requested, he felt vaguely intrigued to note that she could be just what he was looking for.

Meanwhile, Lysette walked over to the ladies room and into a cubicle and after pulling down the seat she sat on top of it wondering what had just happened.

She wondered through what he had said and the way that he had said it and realised with some surprise and a degree of trepidation that it was exactly what she wanted, he was what she wanted and she loved the sound of the demands that he would make. It was a bit scary giving up control so utterly, but wasn’t that what she wanted? She felt so damned horny now she just wanted to do it, to try it all.

She took of her soaked panties and pushed them into her bag and then unfastened another button on her top, she felt slutty and wanton and it felt good.

He saw her walking back and felt a warm flood of relief wash over him.

‘That was quick,’ he said, as she returned to her seat, putting her bag on the floor.

‘Did you do as I asked?’ he said.

‘Yes I did,’ she said, and she leaned forward to reach her handbag, knowing that he was watching her. She felt glad that he would be able to see more of her breasts. She pulled out the little bundle that was her wet panties and handed them to him.

He brought them up to his face and inhaled sharply, ‘Thank you,’ he said, ‘and yes, I got the little extra flash of your cleavage. I cannot wait to see all of you. I’m gonna assume, because you are back here and in record time, that you want to proceed with me on the terms that I have described and that not only do you have an idea of what to expect, you are looking forward to it, correct?’ he said, looking up at her.

‘Yes,’ she said, ‘you are right, I want this.’

‘Are you ready to tell me your hard limits?’ he went on.

‘Yes, I already know what I don’t want. I don’t ever want to be gagged in any way,’ she said, and looked at him for a response.

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