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  HER JOURNEY INTO SUBMISSION

  By

  Brenton Darke

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  Her Journey into Submission

  Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Brenton Darke 2012

  The right of Brenton Darke to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Her First Time

  As she locked the door behind her, the demure, raven haired beauty turned to the empty living room, making sure to remain on the tile of the entryway, and began to disrobe. First her earrings, one after the other, set upon the edge of a small table beside the door, near a length of red satin that lay over a small bulk of objects. Next her bracelets and necklace, placed beside the earrings. She was quite sure to allow none of them to touch the satin. She slid off her shoes and set them to the side on the floor, on a small mat made for the purpose. Socks followed, folded neatly and set inside the shoes. She removed her jeans, with care not to spill the pockets’ contents, folded them compactly, and placed them upon the carpet before her. Then her white linen blouse, unbuttoned and removed, and folded just as precisely as her jeans, were stacked atop them on the carpeted floor. Finally, she slipped out of her light lace bra, draping the undergarment over her shoes. Her pert breasts, nipples rigid with anticipation, bobbed gently with each movement, now they had been released. Clothed only in a pair of lace panties, matching in fashion and color with her bra, the nubile young woman felt ready. She gave a little sigh, sure she had done everything correctly. She had stopped at the gas station on the corner, per His instructions, and used the rest room, before arriving here.

  Yet the aspiring submissive balked at the thought of picking up the satin cloth to reveal what lay beneath it. He had told her that doing so would be her final act of consent. Yes, she could say yellow at any time. He had clarified with her that this would mean He needed to slow down whatever it was He was doing, to see what was wrong and if she was all right. Should she say the safe word, red, at any time, He would stop the scene immediately and do His best to care for her. She knew her safe word was there for her protection, to be used at any time, but she understood the utility of yellow; unless something went horribly wrong, she would not use red.

  Still, it was her first time, either with Him or at all, and she was nervous. Sure, she gave Him a capitalized appellation--He, His, and Him--but this relationship was, as yet, a fledgling proposition. They had been on a few dates, yes, and gone together for coffee many times, long before they dated, and had hung out together just as often, sometimes in this very room. They had chatted for countless hours about every single aspect of what they were looking for in this relationship, and about the smallest details too. Their negotiations were cordial, straightforward, and charged with passion, but they were clearly negotiations; He would do nothing beyond her limits. Hard limits would be respected and not remotely approached. Soft limits weren’t even to be explored this night. No, this was an evening to learn about her body, about how it reacted to the stimuli she had craved for so very long, and to learn what kind of a Dom He might become for her. And, after all, hadn’t she been so eager for tonight to finally arrive? Indeed she had. She was ready.

  Goose pimples broke over her arms and upper body, spreading over her breasts, and a quickening began in the pit of her stomach, as she reached for the red cloth. He had told her she would know what to do with what lay underneath it. Gently, after brushing her fingers across the fabric, after appreciating the pleasant feel of the satin, she pulled it aside. She almost broke protocol then by dropping the cloth to the floor as she stared at what she found beneath it, but she caught herself just in time. With a few quick hand movements, she folded the cloth and placed it atop her blouse on the floor. As soon as she did, she turned her attention back onto the table, and what it held.

  She could not mistake the purpose of any of the four items. The thick, black leather collar, with metal rings attached to it, went around her neck. She pulled the buckle snug, but not tight, and fastened it behind her. Rolling around her head, she tested the feel of it, and found she liked it quite a lot. Her stomach churned all the more, but in a decidedly good way, as she came to the realization. The next two items, identical wrist cuffs that matched the collar, with metal rings, went on. She fumbled a bit with the buckles, through a combination of nervousness and difficulty using just one hand, having to brace them against her legs to finish. This left her to stare at the final item on the table, the blindfold. She picked it up, weighing it in her hand and turning it about to take it in. The outside of the blindfold matched the other leather pieces she already wore, while the inside was padded with soft violet velvet where it would cover her two eyes. The blindfold had no buckle, but a black stretchy material spanned the back part of it, which would encompass her head. The fluttering inside of her intensified, seeming to branch out all along her limbs and to her head, and she smiled at the darkness of the house beyond the living room. She knew He was sitting there somewhere, watching her progress, and she was ready for Him. Kneeling gently on the tiled floor, she looked up at the darkness, smiled, and slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

  The first thing she noticed was a heightened sense of hearing. A creak in the floor brought her head around to the right, where she knew a door led into the kitchen, and she thought He was walking into the living room from there. After a few seconds, though, He still had not reached her. A distant siren wailed through the city blocks somewhere out in the night. She could even hear the creak of the tiles under her as she shifted her knees. Then she noticed the smell of the blindfold. Not the sensual smell of leather, which she had noted while putting on the collar, cuffs and blindfold. No, this must be the fabric pressing gently against her closed eyelids. But she thought velvet smelled like...? Actually, she didn’t know what velvet was supposed to smell like. This was the simple scent of ordinary fabric. Still--wait, another fragrance had wafted its way to her nose. She knew it didn’t originate from anywhere near her, because it was strong, and she would have noticed it before. It was strawberries and cream, almost as if she were hovering with her nose above a bowl of it, and it was coming from the kitchen. Maybe--

  She gasped, almost falling over backwards in shock, but stiffening enough to catch herself from doing so. His hand was cupping her chin! He must have waited for the scent of incense, or a candle, to reach her, and then padded across the carpeted living room to stand in front of her. But she hadn’t felt His weight settle before her on the floor, nor heard His approach. Heart racing behind her bare breast, she realized He had planned this exact reaction. How He must be smiling down at her. Well, He had warned her He was evil, in a good way, sometimes. He had proved it.

  “So, my beauty, you have gone through with it. Does this make you nervous?”

  “Yes,” she faltered, then realized she had almost forgotten to address Him properly. “Yes sir.”

  “Good.” She felt Him crouch down in front of her, His hand shifting His grip on her chin as He did. “I want you nervous. I want you scared a little, wondering wha
t’s going to happen to you, what I’m going to do to you.”

  He stopped talking, and even though she thought He was going to resume again in a few seconds, He remained silent, hand on her chin, waiting. What did He mean? She already knew what He was going to do, right? They had talked about it so many times, in so much depth, she could make a list of everything she was eager to try, or really, to have done to and with her. Then again, that list would have been very long, and full of strange, embarrassing, and even painful activities. It would be impossible for Him to do all of them to her at once, tonight. She really didn’t know what He had in store for her. Frantically, she tried to go over what she really thought she’d enjoy.

  “Ow!” she cried, as fire erupted in her left nipple. He had taken it between His thumb and forefinger, and given it a cruel little twist. He held it there, watching her pant, trying not to cry out any more.

  “Uh, uh, uh, OH!” she yelled, trying unsuccessfully to bite off the short scream. He had pulled His thumb and finger off her nipple, while still pinching it, and trailing His nails over it to the end.

  “I thought I had told you I liked to hear a woman scream,” He asked, His voice flinty with disapproval. “And that I don’t like it when a woman tries to hold back.”

  “Yes sir,” she replied. “I mean, no sir. I mean...I’m sorry. I’ll scream from now on, sir.”

  He laughed, gently caressing her right breast while avoiding the nipple. “Because if I sense you holding back again, I might just have to get out a ball gag.”

  “Oh no sir, please!” she begged, dreading the thought of being gagged while really getting turned on by it too. “I’ll be a good girl, sir.”

  “I know you will. Now stand up and follow me.”

  As she stood, and before she could begin to wonder how she would follow Him while she was blindfolded, He pinched her right nipple the same way He had the left, twisted, and began walking away. She made sure to let out a genuine yip of pain as she shuffled along blindly behind Him. At first she was sure of where they were going, because His living room only had two exits: to the kitchen, and to the hallway, and they went to the left, indicating the hallway. But He kept leading her and leading her, His pinching fingers causing greater and greater discomfort, and she gave little pants of pain in response. His hallway wasn’t this long...and it wasn’t tiled. She realized He had led her all the way around, and into the kitchen from the other direction. Her feet met carpet again, and she knew they were in the living room again. But why?

  All questions about His motives left her head immediately, because He had suddenly let go her nipple and, before she could even start to cry out, grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around. And around, and around, as He began spinning her like a top, never breaking contact fully. At first she was afraid of falling, dizzy and disoriented, but she realized He was keeping one hand on her at all times for the very purpose of keeping her safe. She must have gone around ten or fifteen times before He firmly grasped her shoulders as she stood facing Him, stopping her completely. Now she knew she was in the living room, but had no idea which way was which. It didn’t matter, however, because if He led her across a lot of carpet, she would know they were going down the hall again. If she walked onto tile, they must be in the kitchen.

  Every time she thought she had something figured out, she was proven wrong, just as she was yet again. She felt herself lifted off the ground, and felt His warm body pressing against her stomach and side. He had slung her over His shoulder! Now she would have no idea where they were going, until they got there, and perhaps not even then. She felt another layer of control fall away from her, like the outer layers of her innocence being stripped away.

  He walked away, taking her somewhere deeper into the house, to she knew not where. The ceilings were high, so He wouldn’t have to duck, no matter where He took her. She began to run through the catalogue of His rooms, because she figured she would feel it if He went upstairs, or down to the basement. Of course He would be taking her to the basement, wouldn’t He? That’s where He kept His dungeon, filled with bondage furniture, torture implements, and all kinds of other exhilarating toys.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” He said, breaking into her thoughts after keeping silent for so long, “but we’re not going downstairs to the dungeon. I’ve got everything I need right in here.”

  With that, He swerved into a room, ducking quickly and keeping her distracted with His words. Had He turned left or right? She had no way of knowing, even if she knew the direction He had taken from the living room, so complete was her confusion. What did He mean, though? Did He have more equipment than He had shown her in the basement? Or had He moved some of it upstairs? The thought that He had other, unknown toys and implements thrilled her.

  “You go down now, little one,” He told her, squatting down and setting her smoothly on her feet. She had time to get her balance and stand on her own. He didn’t say a word for a few moments, as she trembled slightly before Him. “So, you don’t feel the need to kneel for me?”

  With a sickening realization of her failure, she went to her knees before Him, hanging her head and blushing with shame.

  “Don’t worry. I understand how unnerving this all must be. I’ve designed it to be so, after all.”

  Relief flooded her body. He was a good, kind and gentle man, she knew.

  “But don’t think you’re off the hook so easily either. You know the rules. You’re supposed to assume your proper position whenever we’re in a scene, aren’t you?”

  The blush returned to her face, burning throughout her whole body as she realized she had really messed up. “Yes sir.”

  “And you’ll be punished for it, never fear. Now, stand up, and put your arms above your head.”

  She hastened to do so, not even wondering why He would have her kneel one moment, then stand back up again the next. Protocol was important to Him, and she was so eager to experiment with it, she found nothing strange at all with Him changing her position so quickly. She was also too busy wondering what her punishment would be, and if she had really disappointed Him very much.

  He grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her arm high above her, and she heard a snap. When He released her wrist, she found she could no longer lower her arm. Her other wrist was quickly secured in the same fashion, and she stood there, naked but for her panties, her arms spread wide above her. Her breasts were completely vulnerable, and she could not protect them from Him even had she wanted to. In fact, she had little mobility left to her.

  Then she felt even more of that mobility taken away. A clasp had gone around her left ankle, and He forced her right ankle away from its twin, fastening another clasp around it. She found herself unable to move her feet at all, either away from each other or closer in. He must have put a spreader bar on her ankles, keeping her feet locked in place. Now she could only sway a little bit, if she supported herself by her wrists. Her helplessness was complete.

  “There now,” he cooed. “I can do anything I want to you now, can’t I?”

  She was ready, this time. “Yes sir, you could.”

  “That’s right. First, I want to explore my toy just a little bit more.”

  With that, He began to run the tips of His fingers slowly up and down her side, causing her to squirm first one direction, then another, before realizing she could not escape the teasing tickle of His fingers. That did not keep her from jerking around, which caused Him to chuckle at her predicament. Thankfully, the tickling did not last long, and He began to give her much more enjoyable caresses. He stroked her breasts, starting underneath them, coming up the sides, and around the breasts, spiraling closer and closer to the nipples, but never quite reaching them. He also kneaded her breasts softly, without causing pain, which drew moans of delight. He chuckled at those too. He then grasped her face between His hands, and she felt His breath on her face, warm a
nd inviting, before He rubbed back along her jaw to tease her ears. This caused her to squirm again, but for a different reason, as her ears were huge erogenous zones. He knew that, of course, which was why He was doing it. His fingers next toyed with the back of her neck, another place that drew shivers of pleasure from her, before trailing down her spine, pulling her body to press against His as He reached behind. Oh God, was He going to make her cum just from some light petting?

  No, He withdrew His body from their close contact, and she could feel and hear Him walk slowly behind her. She had thought her vulnerability complete, but this only heightened the sense. He must have crouched low, because He started running His fingers down the backs of her legs. He paused to give the backs of her knees gentle digs, which He knew would tickle her as well, and she thrashed about for a few seconds as He laughed His pleasure. Then she felt His touch leave her, and not return for some minutes. She could feel Him breathing behind her, could feel His presence, just standing there, waiting, driving her crazy. She gasped as she felt hands at her hips, tugging at the edges of her panties, but she didn’t protest. He folded them down gently, about an inch, and commenced teasing the downy tuft of hair that grew above her glistening mound. He hadn’t bared her mons venus, not quite, but she was sure He would. Yet after a few more tantalizing moments of brushing and lightly tugging at her short hairs, He slipped the band of her panties back up, and walked around in front of her.

  “No, not this time,” He whispered in her ear. “I think you would get far too much pleasure out of it. In fact, I think you’ve had quite enough pleasure as it is. Time to switch gears.”

  She didn’t like the sound of that, and yet her body betrayed her, thrilling at the menace in His voice. She felt something squishy going into her ear, and before she knew it, both ears had been plugged. Now, unless she could taste or smell something very specific, she would have no idea what was about to happen until she felt it.