From Seduction to Submission (19 page)

“Oooooohhhhhhhhh
.,”

His fingers closed over the hardened buds and as he tightened his grip Natalie’s pleasure quickly turned to pain. “Arrrgggggghhh.”

His voice broke through the haze as he said, “Ahhh yes, Natalie. We are going to have some fun here tonight.”

Her body was contorting upwards within the limited movement allowed by her bondage.

“Nnnnnggggggghhhhhhh.”

Releasing them, his mouth closed gently over the first nipple, sucking gently and flicking the top with his warm, wet tongue before repeating the process with the other one. By this stage
, Natalie was panting somewhat as she tried to process the alternating and conflicting sensations she was experiencing.

Unbeknownst to Natalie, Sir James then picked up a brand new ladies shaving blade and prepared to go to work. He commenced just below her belly using quick strokes moving the shaver down towards her clitoris. Wisely, she had stopped squirming and tried to process the feelings as the blade slid over her skin. She was still expecting it was the cut throat razor she had seen and did not want to move at the wrong time and risk it hurting her.
After each stroke, Sir James rinsed the shaver, smoothed more cream over her sensitive skin and continued.

Natalie had such a range of sensations coursing through her genital region, with the slight burning of the shaving cream in her labia and butt, to the scraping of the shaver
. This was followed by Sir James sliding his fingers over her to ensure the skin was totally smooth and hair free. She then felt his fingers on one labia lip, stretching the skin taut before he ran the shaver down the outer lip. It took a number of runs, followed by his finger, sliding up and back a number of times. This was repeated on the other side and she realized his finger was sliding around more so that it really needed to. Eventually, she found the hood of her clitoris being stretched and she felt the blade being carefully moved up and around the hood. Again this was followed by the sliding finger and this time it lightly brushed her clitoris a number of times, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

Sir James then took the cut throat razor that he had put down earlier. When he had laid it down, he had rested it on a block of ice. Taking the now cold blade, and using the blunt edge of it, he ran it firmly down beside Natalie’s labia.

“Oh shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sorry,” he said in a slightly alarmed voice. “Oh shit! Let me get a towel.”

Natalie felt a hot wet towel over her pubic area and he held it firmly. Her mind was reeling.

“What the fuck have you done, you prick?” she almost screamed at him.

Natalie began fighting her bonds, squirming and bucking in the sling, trying to free herself but it was all to no avail. The towel was removed and it was replaced by another one and again he held it in place as she squirmed wildly.

As she was fighting her restraints, Sir James moved around beside her. Bringing his head down beside hers, he said in his most soothing tone, “Calm down, Natalie. You are not hurt.”

“I don’t believe…”

Her protest was cut off as he kissed her firmly on the lips. She was continuing to struggle against the unforgiving leather, her wrists twisting and turning inside the restraints and he continued to kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Despite her struggles, she began to respond to his passion and the fight slowly went out of her. Her mind was a mess, still not really knowing if she was cut and bleeding but at the same time latching onto Sir James as the only person that could help her. He had complete power over her, the power of life and death and despite her fear, she found herself to be incredibly aroused. She could not understand her own responses and it scared her as much as it excited her.

Eventually
, he broke the embrace and she felt the straps on her blindfold being loosened before it was lifted from her head. She opened her eyes to see him gazing down upon her, a smile on his face.

“You are not hurt my dear. Look.”

He had a mirror down between her legs, angled such that she could see her whole pelvic area, and she was relieved to see she was still intact. It was also obvious to see that she was highly aroused, her pussy glistening in the light. She saw that her butt was still quite red and although she could not be sure, she would swear it was already beginning to change color somewhat. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hug him or beat him but her anger got the better of her.

“You sadistic bastard,” she screeched as she struggled violently against her bonds. This only caused him to smile more broadly as he moved back around to her head. He brought his mouth down next to her ear as his hands reached for her breasts. Whispering in her ear, he said, “F
lattery will get you everywhere.” He gently fondled her breasts before slowly bringing his hands up to massage her neck, lightly brushing her skin all the way up. That was enough to dissipate her anger and she moaned quietly with pleasure.

He t
hen produced a bottle of aftershave and ensured she could see it and knew what it was. Before she had time to think about what was about to happen, he liberally sprinkled it around her vulva then immediately patted it down with his hand. The sting as the alcohol based liquid hit her freshly shaved skin was sharp and it made her squeal with pain, again making her buck against her bonds.

She was gasping but not saying anything, determined not to give him any more sadistic pleasure. Nonetheless, Sir James just stood there smiling down at her. He understood what she was feeling and he was enjoying watching her reaction,
satisfied that she was helpless to do anything about it. It only took a matter of seconds for the pain to dissipate and her breathing quickly returned to normal.

As she lay there wondering what else he may have left in his sadistic repertoire, she saw that he was holding something in his hands that she did not recognize. He noticed the look of puzzlement.

“It is a latex hood, Natalie. You will see that while most of it is black latex, the front of it is translucent with a few small breathing holes. You will be able to breath with it on
, but it will restrict you somewhat. You will also be able to see. However, the latex will give you a somewhat distorted view of reality, not that I am not distorting reality enough for you already.” He chuckled to himself.

Without waiting for her to respond, he pulled the latex up under her chin, pulling the hood over her face and head. Grasping the zipper at the top of her head, he gradually worked it down, ensuring to tuck all of her hair in whilst he was doing so. She could feel the latex encasing her head, enveloping
her like a second skin, the translucent latex over her face bubbling out, barely touching her.

Realizing she had been holding her breath, she took a deep breath and immediately the latex pulled in tightly over her face and she felt like she was suffocating. As he had warned, she could see through the latex but everything was unclear and distorted. As she tried to draw more breath, the latex pulled harder against her face. She could hear air moving through the hood and she realized she was getting some of it
, however, it was severely restricted. His fingers gently touched her cheeks and he slid them back around the side of her head.

“Don’t worry. Just relax. You will be able to get sufficient air
, but you will need to closely regulate how you breathe.”

The feeling of his fingers over the latex provided her with a sensation she had not experienced before and she loved the feel of it. The latex was like a second skin
, and it transmitted his touch in a way that she would have found difficult to describe.

She exhaled and the front of the hood expanded off her face and again she could feel the restriction of the escape of her breath. As she drew another breath, it pulled in tightly over her face once again. The sound of the air being drawn in and out was ragged at first as she nervously worked out what was required. She could see him looking down into her face and although she
did not know it, he was watching her closely for any signs of panic which she was desperately trying not to do.

Putting his hand down over her vulva, he began a gentle rocking motion while he continued to gaze upon her
. Gradually, her breathing became more regular while at the same time her pussy became wetter. With each breath the face piece inflated then deflated and as the sound of her breathing became more rhythmic, Natalie felt herself drifting off into a strange place where she felt safe and relaxed. She found herself enjoying the range of sensations she was experiencing, despite her surreal view of her world. To her it was becoming like an out of body experience…as if she was floating on the ceiling and looking down at this twisted and perverted scene unfolding below.

Sir James disappeared from view and she realized he was back between her legs despite the fact that she could still not see him. Shortly
, she felt the unmistakable feeling of a tongue upon her labia. She gasped, briefly upsetting her rhythm as he took one of her labia lips into his mouth and applied a steady suction to it. Eventually, he released it and she felt his lips clamp over her other lip and repeat the process.

A pleasant, “Ooooohhhh,” came from her mouth and she was surprised by the distorted sound it made coming back through the latex that was clamping her ears. It sounded to her like she was in a tunnel, and strangely that is a little like she felt over her whole body. Then his mouth covered her clitoris and the suction was applied there. He kept sucking there for quite some time
, intent on making her clitoris more sensitive.

“Ooooooooohhhhhhh, yessssssssss,” came this strangely detached voice from down the tunnel before she inhaled again and the latex was drawn back across her face. Her view of the world was reflecting he
r feelings at the moment, of unreality, but also of increasing arousal. Whilst the suction over her clit continued, she felt something entering her and begin to slowly fuck her.

“Oh… o
h… oh,” was the slightly higher pitched response before the latex was sucked back against her face once again. Sir James was using his finger to fuck her while he continued with her clit. Eventually removing his mouth, the heel of his hand came down upon her vulva and rocked it as his finger continued to move in and out. She gasped as his hand pressed against her, her labia and clitoris very sensitive to the touch. She could feel her climax building and she began thrusting to meet the movement of his hand. He in turn could feel the wetness of her highly aroused pussy increasing.

“Ooooohhhhhh
, oh God. Oh yes… don’t stop,” came the detached sound, followed by the noise of the air being sucked in through its restricted opening.

Reading her perfectly
and just before she reached the point of no return, Sir James removed his hand and stood up. Leaning down over her, he pulled the latex down firmly against her face, gazing into her eyes. She could feel what she assumed was his hard cock pushing against her pussy, sitting lengthwise along her labia lips. As she stared back at him, breathing shallowly through the restrictive latex, the scene was surreal for her with his face and voice slightly distorted. He said, “Not yet my little sex slave. You have not yet earned the right to come.”

As she took in what he had said, she focused on the word ‘slave’ and reflected on her current position. He was using her and treating her like a sex slave at the moment and she was reveling in the experience, as scary as it was in many re
spects. He was playing with her… toying with her… fucking with her mind. She wondered what he was going to do next.

“I am going to leave some reminders across your butt to remind you of your place in my presence. Three strokes of the cane should do it nicely.”

As he was saying it, he was thrusting against her gently but firmly, the head of his cock sliding back and forth over her clitoris. She looked up at him in both fear and awe, her eyes open wide as she replied softly in her slightly distant and distorted voice, “Yes, Sir… Master.” He smiled.

Natalie felt the pressure of his body against hers as he continued to gaze into her eyes through the translucent latex of her breathing restriction hood. His hard cock was still stimulating her but not sufficiently to bring her back to the boil. Since she had been under his control this evening he had brought her close to orgasm a couple of times, playing her like a musical instrument, controlling her in every way.

She was going insane with desire and if she had her freedom, she was sure she would attack him and mount him with unmitigated animalistic lust. As it was, she was not in a position to do this and she remained at his mercy, having been warned that she was to receive three strokes of the cane before they were finished. As she looked at his slightly distorted face, and listened to the air hissing through the breathing restriction holes of the re-breather hood, she was craving to be taken by him, to be used and abused in any way he saw fit. She wanted to hurt for him… to please him in any debauched way he desired.

He released the hood and she quickly
took a couple of quick breaths, the latex face piece expanding and collapsing back against her face. As she took her next breath, his hands came back down against the latex, holding it and reducing her ability to breathe to a minimum. She was staring at him, wide eyed. His eyes were meeting her gaze impassively while still exuding the raw power he had over her.

She felt his cock slide down her labia and push against the entrance to her vaginal canal. He continued to gaze into her eyes as the head of his cock parted her entrance.
She tried to thrust against him in a desperate attempt to impale herself upon him. His expression never altered as he deftly moved back to prevent her from getting her way. She could not hide her annoyance and disappointment. She grunted in frustration as she made one final attempt, eliciting a trace of a smile from him.

She then felt his cock withdraw and was alarmed to feel it resting against her sphincte
r. Her breathing rate increased… anticipating… Oh God! Is this going to hurt?

“Ahhh yes, slave Natalie. It is now wet and well lubricated. The lubrication has come from your lust filled pussy. It has just dribbled down
… inviting me… taunting me and daring me to make use of it. Should I now use that to take you on a Greek adventure?”

She couldn’t respond. Her mind was sending out totally contrary messages and she had no idea what was real. He released the mask once again. She felt him pressing a little harder and her outer
sphincter muscle was beginning to yield. Her expression changed to that of concern as she realized she could not stop him from taking her anally if that was his desire and intention. She was breathing rapidly. She was tormented. She was not ready for this sort of assault although something deep inside her was saying,
yes, take me that way. I need you to take me in every way possible. I need to be used by you
.

“Why are you not thrusting at me now, my dear?” He was mocking her.

Pulling the latex against her face once again, he could see the trepidation bordering on fear in her eyes before she felt him withdraw as he continued to gaze into her eyes.

“No. That will be a special treat for some time
in the future. The near future.”

He released the latex once again and his cock returned to her labia, again sliding slowly up and down the well lubricated channel, teasing her engorged clitoris further with every stroke. He brought his face down beside her head.

“When you come, I am going to cane you. You know that, Natalie.”

As he said it
, he increased the pressure and speed of his motion. Natalie was torn, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to get some level of control back. He was pushing her to orgasm and she knew she could not stop him, but she feared the cane.

“Do you want me to stop, Natalie?”

He stopped moving. She squealed.

“Oohhh… Yes… No… Oh fuck.” She was trying to thrust and grind herself against him, groaning with the effort. He released the latex. Again she sucked in a number of quick breaths.

“You don’t know what you want. Do you, Natalie?”

Her head was still shaking,
her eyes open wide as she followed his every move.

“Noooooooo… Yes…
I want you to … Ohhhhh… M… Master... please.”

Now it was Sir James’ turn to thrust. Keeping his cock in position
, he increased the power of his thrusts. Natalie could feel every vein… every contour of his cock as it moved up and down her labia, even through the ultra-thin condom he was wearing. Each time the head hit her clitoris she squealed. He grasped her nipples and rolled them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers and that was enough. She closed her eyes and she could hear the voice in the tunnel, initially not even realizing it was her own.

“Arrrgghhhh… Yes… Yes… Oh fuck.” The first wave hit her and she thought she was going to pass out. S
hortly after, the next wave hit… then the next. As each wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her, she would open her eyes to see Sir James peering down upon her, the incessant grinding of his cock continuing, and it would set off the next wave.

“Eeeaaaggggghhhh… I
can’t stop… it’s coming again… oh my God!”

He kept going, allowing a number of waves to wash over her before he stood back
. He grasped a cane from the table beside him and lashed her butt with the first stroke. Not giving her time to respond, he quickly followed with the remaining two. As the second stroke hit, a large spurt of clear fluid sprayed from between Natalie’s legs. As the pain was breaking through, she screamed and bucked as he moved back between her legs and thrust his cock deeply into her pulsating pussy.

By this stage
, she was responding to the burning pain of the cane strokes, but as she bucked in pain, his cock was deep inside her and every move she made only served to enhance the feelings. It was literally a case of the agony and the ecstasy as his cock brushed her engorged G-spot and sent her over the top again. While her body was responding of its own volition, she was getting weaker by the second. All this activity had exhausted her and before long, her movements all but ceased.

She was gasping for breath,
the latex hood billowing out from her face before being sucked back in again. Sir James reached over her, holding his cock deep inside her and undid her hood, quickly removing it from her face. Natalie’s eyes were closed and she instantly burst into tears. Great big sobs racked her body as Sir James reached up, releasing one wrist and then the other. Natalie tried to hold him, but her arms fell limply by her sides. “Oh, Master,” she kept repeating between sobs. “Oh, Master.”

Sir James slipped his arm around her and hugged her almost limp body. His head was beside hers.

“Slave Natalie, you did so well to deal with everything I have done to you tonight. I am so proud of you.”

Still sobbing, Nat
alie tried to respond. “Oh, Master. What have you done to me? I have never felt like this in my life. Oh my God! Oh, Master.” Her voice was fading and losing coherency.