Voyage To Submission (23 page)

As for herself, she wasn’t altogether sure
how she felt. She remembered what she’d heard in one of the lectures about
submissive service. Her role in public was to be attentive to her Dominant’s
needs and desires. She had a joyful task to demonstrate, through her attitude
and demeanor, and that was to ensure the Dom’s needs came first.

But some considered the private appearance
equally, if not more important. Frowning, she recalled one woman had said the
ability to “take a heavy beating” and reach arousal, or not break, did not
prove you were a good sub. Instead, what mattered was whether you could say you
were as good a slave to your Dom during the quiet moments as when he was giving
you what you craved?

The whole idea of pain and punishment made
her cringe, or she believed it did. She’d never experienced pain intended to
arouse, and its culmination was in a climax. Of course, that was the private
stuff, or in a pre-orchestrated scene. In her mind though, the private stuff
was very important, if you were thinking about long-term.

Andy stiffened. Where the hell had that
idea come from? Long-term? Nobody here had talked anything beyond this cruise.
The next day, she’d be saying goodbye to all of them once more. This had all
been fun and she couldn’t deny that. But none of this echoed her normal life,
not in any way. More importantly, could Jack possibly be in her future? She’d
never imagined it in her wildest daydreams regarding this cruise. Perhaps the
fat girl still lived inside her, and she’d only been fooling herself all this
time. Was her subconscious beginning to think long-term, with Jack?

It was possible, she guessed. They were
both single, and unattached. Sexually, they certainly sparked. In college they
had talked about everything, up until the spring break incident. Jack had been
her best friend. Would he want to be her lover upon their return?

After all, there were still the times she
reached for the ice cream. She couldn’t forget that fact. No matter how much
talking it through with a therapist, journaling her thoughts and emotions, and
making changes in her life and eating patterns, sometimes the little fat girl
remained.

Gentle as a kiss, she felt Jack’s hand
touch her hair. As she felt the caress across the back of her head, she was
just as aware as if it were her skin he stroked. His hand moved down the back
of her head until he reached the velvety super-short pelt at the back. That’s
when everything changed. His fingers began rubbing up, the opposite direction
the hair grew, and all her nerve endings flared like firecrackers. Her body
shook visibly, and she knew that with this touch—he controlled her.

A moment later, she knew he had felt it as
well when his fingers paused until the shiver stopped. As soon as she was in
control, he began the sensual tease once more. Andy could feel her pussy
flooding as her passion shot forth, like superheated lava from an erupting
volcano.

God
!

She needed—

Jack’s hand moved away. “I don’t think you
saw the interesting thing about Andy’s costume, Ray.”

Andy jerked her head around to stare at
Jack. She pleaded with him silently, yet she also knew one of the primary
things about submissiveness was feeling embarrassed and sometimes even
humiliated, while in public. She did wonder if this was payback for her not
telling about her writing…and going to dinner with Duke.

“Andrea. Please remove the special inserts
on your top and pass them to me.” Jack held out his hand.

By his action, Andy guessed he had no doubt
he would be disobeyed. She couldn’t stop her erratic breathing, partly due to
nervousness, but also she knew some of it was excitement. Looking down at her
already burgeoning bosoms, she pulled them off together, guessing that was how
he would prefer it, more dramatic, she thought. Immediately, her breasts sprang
free, the lightweight gold chain between the gold rings wiggled wildly.

“Holy shit!”

“Oh my God, Andy!”

Jack touched her hair again. “Andy, I want
you to readjust your breasts, so they are propped on the shelf to show them off
better.”

Andy paused for a moment. His words
reminded her that she had wanted to try some of different activities with him—

“Andy! If you refuse, it will go into your
punishment book.”

She stiffened and then brought up her
hands. Andy lifted one breast and then slid it more fully onto the small piece
of leather, which extended from the bottom of the bodice. Its slightly bowed
convex shape pushed her breast higher. She heard Ray gasp as she completed the
second side more quickly.

“Wow!” A second later, “Ow!” Ray leaned
over and was rubbing his right lower leg.

Andy glanced at Gayle and even though the
other woman was looking down, there was a smile on her face. Andy almost
laughed. Most likely, it should have been Ray receiving a collar tonight,
instead of Gayle. She wondered if this exercise would change her friends’
relationship. Abruptly, her thoughts stopped as she felt Jack’s hand resume its
slow stroking over her clipped nape. With only a few caresses, her body reacted
once more. The shiver that shook her this time caused her breasts to jiggle
enough to set the little chain swinging.

Gayle stood abruptly, pulling Ray up with
her hand. As if she were making him speak, Ray grimaced as he opened his mouth.
“Well, I guess we are leaving for the night. Good night, Jack…oh, good night,
Andy.”

Silence followed their friends’ departure.
Andy knew according to the contract, she had to ask permission to speak. She
wasn’t completely sure what to say.

“I think the wrong slave is on the leash.”
Jack’s fingers paused as he murmured a few moments later.

Andy laughed. Technically, it was probably
wrong, but she couldn’t stop it. Bubbling up from inside, it showed their
thoughts truly were “simpatico!”

Seconds later, Jack’s fingers tangled in
her hair and tilted her head backwards. A smile slowly curved his lips upwards
and Andy knew without one doubt left in her body, mind or soul, she loved Jack.
The feelings—love, passion, friendship—had always been there, but she had denied
them for so long that she had not recognized it, until now. This was why she
had butterflies in her stomach, and everything didn’t make much sense.

His hand moved around her head until it
cupped her jaw. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her lower lip.

Andy did what felt right—she kissed his
thumb on its fleshy pad before taking it inside to suck on it. The look on his
face revealed that she’d startled him, but she didn’t stop. For a moment,
though, she thought he was ready to stand and lead her out of there.

“Well, well, well,” a cultured, British
accent interrupted them.

Andy immediately saw the pleasant look on
Jack’s face fade as he undoubtedly recognized the voice of the Duke.

He pulled his thumb from her mouth.

She watched as he turned to look at the
other man.

“Hello, Waldron,” Jack said.

“Good evening, Riley, isn’t it? I wondered
if you were familiar with some of the standard practices within certain clubs.”

Andy glanced at Jack and saw his jaw tense
and a muscle started to flicker. A moment later, she understood.

“Yes, I am,” Jack replied.

“May I sample the wares of your new
possession?”

Andy gasped as she realized what the two
men were talking about. During her study and research, she had learned at these
gatherings, other Masters and some Mistresses commonly chose to sample of
another Dom’s slave or sub. Common practice called for the Master to say yes,
but also to retain the right to stop the sampling at whatever point he chose. A
sign of good training, and reflective on the Master, was how the submissive
responded. Understood, of course, was that the sub would accept the attention.
What was questionable was whether the sub should respond or not?

She wasn’t sure what she needed to do. On
the one hand, she had come to the realization Jack might be the one of their
group with prior knowledge about this lifestyle, and perhaps it was he who had
suggested the cruise. The ramifications of that were almost overwhelming at
this moment. If she rebelled, would he see this as a rejection of something to
which he might be committed wholeheartedly? Or would her acceptance of this
appear as her silent commitment? And there was always the chance her acceptance
might appear that she wanted to be felt up by Peter.

Oh hell! I can’t win!

“Yes, you may,” Jack finally replied.
“Stand, Andy.”

She got to her feet, but she was shaking so
much she almost stumbled. Peter’s quick hand to her upper arms stopped her from
tumbling back down. “Thank you, sir.”

“You are most welcome, Andy.”

Andy didn’t look up as she waited to see
what he might do. In the classes, she had found stories that told about such
encounters. The non-owning Master would often begin by holding one or both
breasts. Usually, he would kiss one or both breasts, sometimes taking long
enough to suck on each. After that, the man would almost always reach down to
explore her pussy.

She stiffened and unconsciously stepped
backwards as Peter reached towards her, but all he did was take her hand in
his.

“Little one,” Peter spoke softly to her.

Andy looked up, surprised that he spoke.

“You have no idea how difficult it is to do
this,” he whispered hoarsely as he bent to kiss her fingers. “Good night and
goodbye, but I shall leave my contact numbers with your publisher, just in case
you become free again.” He turned and walked away.

Jack had heard enough. He reached out and
grabbed Andy’s other hand. “Come on! We’re getting out of here, now!”

He was so angry that he was walking as fast
as he possibly could.

“Master! Please, stop! I can’t walk this
fast!”

Jack stopped abruptly, hearing Andy’s
pleading. He felt guilty immediately at not realizing what he’d been doing.
Then hearing her staying within the role only deepened the guilt. He shrugged
off his tuxedo jacket and had her slip it on. Without saying anything else, he
removed the gold chain. Taking a deep breath, he was careful in detaching it
from her neck. The temptation to touch her was overwhelming. Abruptly, he
tucked the slender gold leash into his shirt pocket. Curling his hand around
her elbow, he began walking much slower, keeping pace with her.

He led the way to her cabin suite, opening
the door with her keycard. Henderson appeared just as he finished pulling the
card from the slot.

“Good evening, miss, sir.” Henderson
greeted them with a warm smile.

Jack muttered something and walked over to
the sofa. He had plopped down when he remembered Andy. Surely, she wasn’t going
to continue this scene in front of her butler?

“Master, may I explain to Henderson?”

Jack nodded, surprised at her continued
willingness to progress with the scene. He had been ready for her to object
when Waldron asked for inspection privileges in that obtuse way. No doubt he’d
done it that way so as to not alert Andy beforehand. Had she known what the
Duke had almost done?

Damn!

Hell, Jack realized that he hadn’t thought
about that. Perhaps Andy had wanted Waldron to manhandle her.

“Henderson, my Master—” Andy gestured
towards him. “—And I are participating in one of those scenes from the cruise.
You can take the rest of the night off and we’ll call for you in the morning.”

He bowed. “Of course, Miss Bond. I’ll await
your call. Good night, miss, sir.” Henderson left quickly, but Jack was sure he
saw a grin on the other man’s face as he got on the elevator.

The lights turning out around the living
room of the suite drew his attention. Turning his head, he saw Andy had removed
the tuxedo jacket and stood at the bar. She poured a drink and began walking to
him. His gaze moved to the sexy bouncing of her breasts and the wildly wiggling
chain between the nipple rings. When she reached the sofa, she knelt, bent her
head and then offered him the drink.

“Thank you, Andy.”

“You’re welcome, Master. May I ask a
question please, Master?” Andy questioned in a soft, almost sibilant voice.

“Of course, Andy,” Jack replied, wondering
what she wanted to know. He wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if she asked
him if they could end this thing now.

“Are you ready to chain your slave again,
Master?”

Jack coughed as he swallowed the wrong way.
That was pretty much the last thing he expected her to ask. “We can stop all
this if you want, Andy. I had no idea things might go in that direction. I
assumed most of the people would be novices—”

“What does my Master have planned for his
new submissive this evening?”

Jack felt his heart jump and his breath
catch in surprise. Already, his cock was hard and he had to clear his throat to
speak. “I guess it depends on how far my sub is willing to go with all this.”

Andy glanced up at him through her
eyelashes.

As far as looks went, it wasn’t the sexiest
ever. But combined with their situation, the tilt of her head and the look in
her eyes…well, he felt his rod twitch in aroused reaction.

“I trust in my Master’s judgment to do what
is right for his possession,” Andy told him softly, looking down once again.

Jack reached into his shirt pocket and
pulled out the gold chain. He hoped Andy didn’t see how his hands shook as he
attached it once again. “Let’s go upstairs.” He stood, but stopped when she did
not. “What is it, Andy?”

“I’ve heard that most slaves crawl on their
hands and knees in their Master’s presence. Is that what you wish me to do?”

“No, Andy. We’ll walk upstairs.” Holding
the chain loosely, he led the way with Andy following close behind.

Andy remembered about the folded hands and
crossed them quickly at her back. In the dim light from the bathroom, which
Henderson had probably left on for her to find her way, she could see the
surprise on Jack’s face as he turned around to face her. She saw the way his eyes
dropped to her breasts, which were now forced even further up and out from the
position of her hands and arms. It also set the chain to swinging again.

Jack came towards her and she saw him
smiling. “Andy?”

“Yes, Master? I await your command.” Since
she still looked down after sneaking a peek when he called her name, she felt
the unsteady breath he exhaled. Could he be as nervous and unsure as she was?
But she thought she discerned his uncertainty on how to proceed.

He surprised her when he walked over and
sat on the side of the bed.

She couldn’t resist and glanced up quickly
to see what he was doing. His shirt was unbuttoned and his tie hung loose
around his neck. He kicked off his shoes and then eased back onto the bed until
he was propped against the headboard.

“I want you to slowly remove your clothes,
Andrea. Work your way towards me as you do so, leaving your discarded clothes
in a trail behind you.”

Andy nodded and then remembered to reply
correctly. “Yes, Master.” She started to remove her heels.

Jack stopped her. “Leave your socks and
shoes on until I say otherwise.”

Her eyes closed and she shivered at his
command. She had no idea why, but she was getting more turned on with each
passing moment. Her fingers fumbled as she struggled with the fastening of the
bustier, but finally it was done. She had to struggle to hold it in place at
the last minute because she’d forgotten to detach the chain first. Once the
leather corset was removed, she reattached the chain. For all intents and
purposes, she was naked. Still, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and
dragged the thong down and off, stepping out of it.

“Come closer.”

Andy walked until she was at the side of
the bed. With each step, she’d been intently aware of how much the bustier
encouraged her breasts into jiggling. And the high heels only made it worse.

“Has my submissive been a bad girl? Does
she need some discipline for her wicked, naughty thoughts?”

Andy gasped. This was the question she’d
been avoiding in her head and dreading. Now she was out of time…what should she
do? Before she knew the answer, she heard herself speaking. “I am here to
pleasure my Master.” Her heart knew to trust him.

“I see,” Jack replied very quietly and she
had to lean forward to hear. “Come onto the bed and lay across my lap, on your
stomach.”

Okay, no more delaying, Andy!
She eased one knee onto the bed.

“You can take off the shoes now.”

Andy got on her hands and knees, kicking
off both shoes. She crawled to Jack, lowering herself to lie on his lap.
Butterflies were going crazy in her stomach, waiting to see what he would do
.
God! What will I do if he spanks me?

Andy felt the heat of his hand and realized
it hovered over her left ass cheek. She took a quick breath, trying to mentally
and physically prepare herself for this. No doubt this could be the “sticking
point” for her future…and that unnerved her terribly.

“You have a beautiful ass, Andy.”

Andy’s breath caught in her chest. Praise
wasn’t what she’d expected. Then his hand lowered to rest on the closest cheek.
For a few seconds, there was no action, but then it began to move around in
circles, caressing, massaging and finally squeezing.

“Very nice, lovely to look at and even
nicer to hold. So sexy, and with the cutest jiggle. I am reminded of a plump,
succulent peach.”

Andy was at a loss so she murmured her
reply, “Thank you, sir.”

“Have you thought about what it might feel
like to be spanked?”

She could lie, but that wasn’t her. “Yes,
Master, I have, and I’m not sure how I will react.”

“Does that mean if I raise my hand—” Jack’s
hand lifted from her ass.

She immediately noted the cooler air with
its absence.

“You would have to wonder if I am going to
bring my hand down forcefully, connecting my palm and fingers with your tender,
slightly tanned perfect cheek. At the same time you feel the pain, there is the
sound of flesh against flesh, and lastly you experience the heat. Now, you must
decide whether you stay right where you are, or do you…wait! My hand isn’t off
somewhere in the business office. No, I believe my fingers are between your
thighs. Yes! I have discovered your sweet, hot pussy is tight, and more than
eager in its quivering and jumping in anticipation.”

There was no way to hide her gasp of
surprise. She’d been so focused on his words, and waiting to feel his slap, the
fact of her arousal had slipped past her conscious. She felt his fingers
slipping along her wet lips, dipping in and flicking her clit once, twice.

“Oh! Oh God!” Andy cried out, her response
shocking her in its intensity.

“Uh-oh. It appears my submissive has
forgotten she is not to speak without permission. I guess she must be punished,
after all.” His hand came to rest again on her closest ass cheek.

“Forgive me, Master,” Andy stammered as
quickly as she could.

“I’m thinking you are hoping because you’ve
apologized, I won’t discipline you. Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Well, that goes against the laws of
discipline. Once an infraction has occurred, it must be dealt with. Now many
Masters keep a punishment book on their slaves and record transgressions
there.”

Andy felt Jack’s hand moving in erotic,
hypnotic circles as he spoke. Each one made it more difficult to hear what he
said.

“Of course, the punishments have usually
been detailed in advance so the miscreant knows in advance what she will earn
if she disobeys. For example, speaking out of turn or without permission would
earn one slap, first occurrence. Do you deserve one slap?”

“Sort of, Master,” she added quickly at the
end. She still wasn’t sure if she knew what she wanted or how she’d react.

“Usually the Master decides these things,
which relieves the slave of the confusing feelings,” Jack explained patiently.

“Confusing, sir?”

“Yes, indeed. If the slave asks for the
punishment, knowing she will gain enjoyment, she could feel guilty for seeking
her own satiation before her Master’s. She could also ask for it, enjoy it and
feel as if she has betrayed not only herself but her female sisterhood.”

Andy was having more and more trouble
following his words.
His hand wouldn’t stop moving, damn it!

SLAP!

Andy gasped in surprise. Jack had slapped
her. Only once and not a hard one, but it stung a little nonetheless. And even
as she felt the heat following the ease of the tingle, there was an undeniable
rush of liquid heat between her thighs. “Aah,” she exhaled in embarrassment.
Before she could formulate something to say, Jack’s fingers were back.

“Hmm, look what I’ve discovered. It seems
my sweet sub has a very sensitive bottom, besides it being a curvy one.” His
fingers slipped inside her folds once more. While she felt his thumb easing
forward to her clit, the other two fingers were inside her. He was working the
music of passion with her tissue and nerves, even as he spoke once more. “By my
removing the decision, you are free to feel whatever it is that your body
dictates, be it pain, anger, retaliation and even arousal.”

“Aah…uh…yes, Master,” Andy managed to
stumble past a reply. Her hips were starting to hunch against his fingers,
moving more rapidly towards her climax.

“It usually goes without saying the sub
must ask her Master before she comes. It is required.”

Andy tried to hold off, but Jack had very
clever hands, exceptionally dexterous fingers, and words sweet enough to seduce
a vestal virgin!

“But I must confess, Andy,” he added after
a few more seconds.

Andy gasped, trying to focus, because he
had not yet given her permission. What did he have to say now!

“I’ve wanted to do this for a very long
time. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about putting you over my knee
when we were in school and yanking down those damned sweats. I knew just one
smack would put me in heaven. I always watched you walk away from me just to
see your jiggle.”

Andy couldn’t help it. Her whole body
jerked forward, just once, but it meant she was losing out on the whole control
issue. His fingers were busily moving around, finding her g-spot and massaging
it.

“I would spend hours imagining how each
cheek would look with just one slap, then two. A pretty, flushed pink hand
mark. Very sexy, incredibly hot and arousing. Sometimes just one look was
enough to—” Jack broke off abruptly.

Andy guessed he’d said enough. She was
pretty sure she knew where the sentence had been headed. Thinking about it she
realized it aroused her even more to know he’d gotten so turned on just
thinking about her…well, just her. She couldn’t wait. “Master?”

Jack cleared his throat. “Yes, Andy? What
is it?”

“Fuck me, please, Jack! Now!”

Not a word was said about proper speech.
Andy thought she was flying through the air for a minute, and then she was flat
on her back.

Jack loomed over her, smiling. She heard
his zipper sliding open as he spoke.

“With pleasure, Ms. Bond!” He thrust into
her hot, wet flesh lickety-split!

Andy gasped at his forceful entrance. It
was just what she needed. Her orgasm was so strong it surprised her. While her
hips jerked and her body writhed, she realized Jack had reached his peak and
was coming inside her. For a brief moment in time, she imagined they were
making a baby. She knew she wanted Jack’s child, even if she would never have
him in her life.

The image of a baby flashed into her mind
and while it didn’t make sense, she came once more. That’s when she knew it was
meant to be.

* * * * *

Jack held Andy in his arms. After they had
made love, he rearranged them in the bed, moving Andy’s limp body easily. He
removed her chains after he stripped off his clothes, setting the gold on the
bedside table on his side.

Lying with her now, he admitted the
strength of his response surprised him. He’d had a few D/s encounters, and not
once had he lost control like tonight with Andy.

When they started this charade, he’d made a
simple plan in his head. If Andy were agreeable, he’d proceed, explaining
different submissive expectations, and subsequent disciplines if disobeyed or
ignored. But then that damned Waldron had shown up, asking for inspection
privileges. He had been ready to spit, and then fight. As a gentleman, he
agreed. A part of him wanted Andy to refuse, but she had not. At the time, he
wondered if she completely understood how far it could go, but a look into her
face, and he had guessed that she did. God only knew what he would have done if
the Duke had touched her intimately.

Hell! The minute he had her remove the
breastplates of her outfit, he had regretted it. Maybe at some point he might
be willing to share her beauty with others, but not now.

Then when it had come time to actually
strike Andy, he’d been torn. If he spanked her, and she hated it, there was a
good chance she’d reject him, as well. There was also the risk that she’d love
it and want even more. The truth was he’d never been into the pain thing so
much as the role-playing and mind game. But when it came down to it being Andy
on his lap, everything had suddenly changed and taken on a new meaning.

When he’d entered her, he had almost
stopped to grab a condom. Then he had thought that perhaps if she did get
pregnant, they would stay together, and he had come to realize this is what he
wanted. Andy in his life would complete his world. A pregnant Andy, while
occurring a little sooner than what would fit his plan, he would accept
wholeheartedly. He liked the idea of her belly growing round and her hips
widening once more.

Closing his eyes, he merged the old image
of Andy, soft and plump, with a newer ideal, where she had a round belly and
full breasts. In fact, it turned him on to think about making love to her. It
would almost be like loving her back in college, which he’d longed to do so
many times. Of course, the fantasy of taking her doggie style got him hard
again.

Baby?

Daddy?

For the first time in his life, it felt
right. He didn’t feel the need to run away. Instead he imagined holding a baby
in his arms. It was even easier to see Andy breastfeeding his child. A few
moments passed before he realized that in his fantasy, Andy was plump like she
used to be. Pausing, he considered it, but he knew he loved her, regardless of
her size. Now that he had her in his life, none of it mattered. What did was
how they were going to find a way to be together? He was willing to do just
about anything to be with her.

Anything short of murder or a crime,
anyway. It always surprised him in books and movies how people would do just
those things to be with someone. Don’t they get it? The cops always win, what
with DNA and all the forensic stuff these days. So, they’ll never be together
anyway!

With a big grin, Jack settled further down
in the bed. It wasn’t too long before he fell asleep.

* * * * *

Jack was up early, which surprised him. He
showered, shaved and Andy still slept. Going downstairs in the trousers from
his tuxedo, he called Henderson to arrange a sumptuous breakfast for them. He
went out on the balcony to wait for the butler to arrive with the food. As long
as Andy slept, he’d let her go. Then he would tell her the slave thing was over
and it was time to discuss the future. They had only one night to go on the
cruise, and then it was over. He couldn’t let her walk down the gangplank and
back out of his life.