From Seduction to Submission (26 page)

Natalie powered through her working day remarkably well considering what she had been subjected to the previous night.
She struggled to remain focused during her business meeting in the morning as she thought about Jo-Anne and what she might be subjected to this evening. She was managing to compartmentalize her work and personal life more effectively than she thought she would. She was surprised to receive a few compliments from different people throughout the day about how good she looked or how bright she seemed. Maybe Sir James and his twisted, controlling ways are having a positive effect on her after all. Even that brief thought was enough to make her clench her legs briefly. My God! She was becoming like Pavlov’s dog, she thought to herself. Every time she thought of Sir James, she started to get wet.

Eventually it was time to leave and she had to ensure she reached the bar and set up the drink
s as instructed by Lady Jo-Anne by her allotted time. She was thankful that it was Friday and so whatever happened tonight would not impact her next working day. She would be able to sleep in and consider her position over a relaxing weekend, depending on if, and or when, she heard from Sir James. On entering the bar she selected a booth in the corner as far away from the mainstream clientele as she could. Whilst she was not expecting anything outlandish to happen with Jo-Anne, she was going to be prepared just in case. She bought four glasses of wine, sat down and waited.

At ten minutes after five, she noticed Jo-Anne enter the bar, followed by Clair, with Marc bringing up the rear. She immediately noticed that Jo-Anne was dressed in leather. Tight leather trousers that she looked like she had been poured into, and a leather vest. Her hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail an
d she was in high-heeled ankle boots. She exuded a confidence and presence that turned a number of heads as she made her way towards the table. Natalie’s heart skipped a beat when she took in the view, wondering what was going to happen but at the same time having an undeniable belief that it was going to be a memorable evening.

Marc and Clair were dressed more conservatively although they both had collars on that were clearly visible. It wasn’t until they reached the table that Natalie could tell Marc was wearing a latex top. It looked like a normal shirt from more than a few feet away but it was
actually skin tight latex and she could now see his nipple rings pushing against the thin shiny rubber.

Natalie got to her feet to greet them but immediately found herself tongue tied. When she thought about how Jo had signed off the message this morning, she wasn’t quite sure how to address her. Jo-Anne took the decision out of her hands, instructing Marc and Clair to take their seats in the booth. She held her hand out for Natalie, holding the back of her hand uppermost. It was obvious to Natalie without being told that she was expected to kiss it, which she duly did.

“Hello…” It was all Natalie got out as Jo-Anne filled the pause in her speech.

“Lady Jo-Anne. It would most appropriate to address me as Mistress or Lady Jo-Anne,” Jo-Anne said, saving Natalie from any further awkwardness as she took her seat. “Natalie, go to the bar and get us all some peanuts and a pitcher of water. When you return, I will explain what else I expect of you.”

Although Natalie had been expecting the unexpected, this still took her by surprise. Nonetheless, she felt the thrill that was becoming oh so common run through her body as she took stock of her situation. She lowered her eyes and replied, “Yes, Mistress.” As she moved off towards the bar, she reflected on how good it actually felt for her to say that and she appreciated the assistance that her friend was giving her in understanding her developing relationship and the mindset that was required to go with it.

When she returned to the table, she had a tray with a pitcher of water and four glasses along with four bowls of peanuts. She transferred them all to the table and as she bent over, Jo-Anne slipped her finger through the ring on her collar and pulled her head sharply over towards her. Natalie gasped
as she looked at Jo-Anne with surprise tinged with shock, her eyes open wide. Jo-Anne smiled.

“Good girl. Now return the tray to the bar and come back here so that I can explain what is going to happen.”

Natalie’s nipples had hardened at the power of the exchange and she felt the increasingly familiar rush of fluid as her body responded accordingly.

“Y… yes, Mistress,” she replied as she regained her composure, glancing quickly at Marc and Clair before heading back to the bar. She realized she was shaking and she noticed a middle aged couple staring at her. They must have witnessed the whole exchange
, she thought to herself. She turned slightly to squeeze past them not meeting their gaze.

“Nice collar my dear
. Your Mistress obviously knows how to put that ring to good use. I might have to chat with her and find out where she got it as I am looking for one for my husband,” the woman said. Natalie looked up, turned beet red and gave a weak smile, totally lost for words. She noticed the man was standing with his head bowed, saying nothing. Eventually, she replied, “Th… thank you. I will let her know you are interested, Ma’am.”

Natalie returned to the table and was about to slide into her seat, having completed Lady Jo-Anne’s instructions.

“Kneel down beside me for a moment, Natalie.”

Natalie was
initially mortified as she knew the couple near the bar would be watching her. Her fear was confirmed as she turned to glance their way. She complied with the instruction nonetheless and as she did so, in a twisted sort of way, she actually felt proud to be doing so. The couple watching obviously understood what was happening and in kneeling beside Lady Jo-Anne, Natalie was demonstrating her willingness to acquiesce to the requirements of her Dominant.

“I told you I was going to give you some real time experience, Natalie. Should you choose to accept my offer, I am going to provide you with some experience to act as my slave. You are obviously getting very close to being asked for some level of commitment from Mr. James
, or Sir James, or Master James and I can tell by your demeanor that you are still confused about what to do. We explained some nights back what we believed the differences were between submissives and slaves, not that there are any hard and fast rules. You will be treated much like Marc. You will have no rights and will be available at my whim and for my pleasure, to do with as I choose.”

She paused before continuing
, giving Natalie the opportunity to absorb what was being said. “There will be no safe word or stopping for a break. You will be under my total control until I release you. I will not harm you in any way before you are released, but you will experience what it is to have no rights or control whatsoever. That way, you can work out if that is what you are seeking, or at least prepared to accept from your suitor. If you reject my offer, we will still chat and try and work through your different concerns and I will not think any the less of you in the future. I still value our friendship greatly. Do you accept?”

Quickly considering the offer and figuring this was far too valuable an opportunity to pass up, Natalie a
gain glanced first at Clair, then at Marc before returning her gaze to the floor. “Yes, Mistress. I accept.”

“I’m sorry
, Natalie. I didn’t quite catch that,” replied Jo-Anne sternly.

“Yes
, Lady Jo-Anne. I accept your offer. Thank you, Mistress,” Natalie said in a much clearer voice, loudly enough to be heard well beyond their table. She then continued, “There is a lady and man observing us at the moment and she expressed an interest in chatting with you about controlling her husband.”

Lady Jo-Anne slipped her finger through the ring in Natalie’s collar and lifted it. “Oh, how fun. This will be a very valuable nigh
t for all of us, I’m sure. Come. Sit with us at the table.”

Natalie did as instructed, looking over to the couple near the bar to see the woman smiling and nodding while the man looked like he wanted to be anywhere except where he was at that moment. Natalie could not work out why
, but his predicament caused her to smile as she considered what she may be about to experience.

“Rule n
umber one, slave. If you wish to say something, you should request permission to speak first. If permission is denied, stay silent. If you are asked a direct question or instructed to speak, you may answer or speak without further asking permission.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That is one demerit. You were not asked a question, nor were you given permission to speak. Listen to the instructions. If you continue to speak out of turn, apart from being punished later, you will be gagged,” Lady Jo-Anne said curtly.

Na
talie was taken aback by the rebuke, especially as she was trying to be good and not be caught out. She felt herself blushing and her anger was rising. She opened her mouth to reply but quickly pulled herself up. What had just happened was not fair and she found it very hard to ignore the injustice.

“Rule 2. There is a hierarchy of authority in my domain. After me comes Clair, followed by Marc and finally, you. Do you understand?
”

Natalie was trying to comprehend what had just been said and work out whether she should reply or stay silent. She did not want another rebuke. Eventually
, she replied, “Yes, Lady Jo-Anne.”

“Good girl. See, it’s not hard,” Lady Jo-Anne replied pleasantly as she reached over and stroked Natalie’s face.

Natalie felt a flush of both joy and arousal this time, knowing that she had pleased her Mistress. She was amazed as she realized she was already experiencing the same emotions as she did when she was with Sir James; the main ones being anger, pleasure and arousal. With them came submission, which was needed for her to thrive in this role. What a complex web she allowed to be woven around her.

Jo-Anne then explained that they would all be heading back to her place for dinner and she asked Natalie if she had any questions. Natalie mentioned her car being near Sir James’ and requested permission to retrieve it.

“Give Marc your keys and describe the car to him. He will go and collect it and bring it to my place. You will be riding with me.”

They finished their drinks and got up to leave. As they did so, Lady Jo-Anne glanced at Natalie and said, “Carry my bag please, and ensure you walk behind me but closely enough tha
t I do not have to wait for you should I need something.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Natalie replied as she gathered her own belongings and took those of her Mistress.

As they were leaving, the woman who had commented to Natalie earlier said to Jo-Anne, “You have wonderful control over your entourage, especially this one.” She nodded towards Natalie then went on. “I bet you could teach me a thing or two about better controlling my husband.”

Jo-Anne stopped and smiled at the woman. “Thank you for noticing.”

The woman quickly added, “My name is Donna, by the way.”

Jo-Anne put her hand out and said, “Natalie… my handbag.”

By this stage, Natalie was actually feeling excited about her new role and decided to play it up a little. She replied, “Yes, Mistress.” As she handed Jo-Anne her bag. Jo-Anne withdrew a business card from her purse and handed it to the woman.

“I am known to people in my circle as Lady Jo-Anne
. However, please feel free to address me simply as Jo-Anne if you desire. Please call me. I am more than happy to help out with recalcitrant males and make them see both the error of their ways and what their place in life should always be – under the control of a good woman.” She looked over at Donna’s husband before returning her attention to Donna and said, “I will take great pleasure in giving you some pointers if you need them. I am also not averse to delivering some more physical guidance with the strap or the cane if you believe it is more appropriate.”

Retur
ning her gaze to the husband, she continued, “There are few things I enjoy more than watching a bound and gagged male as he takes each stroke of my cane, slipping further and further into submission as his tears begin to flow.”

Natalie thought he was about to wet himself as he absorbed Jo-Anne’s words, knowing that she was speaking directly at him even though he was unable to look her in the eye. She smiled
before handing her handbag back to Natalie, turning on her heels and walking out of the bar. This time Natalie caught the eye of the woman’s husband, giving him a wink and a smile as she walked away. He looked askance, and Natalie saw what looked like a spreading wet patch in his trousers but she could not be sure.

When they arrived back at Jo-Anne’s, Jo-Anne said to Clair, “Take slave Natalie into the closet and help her
change into something more appropriate please.”

Although it was a totally unnecessary gesture, Clair slipped her finger through Natalie’s collar and without saying anything
, she turned and stepped off giving Natalie little choice but to follow. When they arrived at the large walk-in closet, Natalie was amazed to see racks of different types of clothing and footwear, along with various restraints.

“Hmmmm. I think a simple harem outfit will be fine for this evening. If Mistress wants something more elaborate later, I have no doubt she will let us know. Take your clothes off and hang them in here,” Clair said, waving her hand loosely towards a corner of the closet.