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His Surrender Ch. 00

By: MsMarg



I write in novel length stories, 110,000 - 130,000 words. I endeavour to keep the length of my chapters consistent. I try to keep the updates no more than fourteen days apart. I consider myself simply my character's editor. 

In this story the chapters will be written to be a complete scene independent of the rest of the story. However they will be significantly enhanced by reading the whole story.

This prologue is written in the third person. This scene is how the relationship between Jessie Canter and Carol Messer began. It is written as a combination of the stories they told me. All future chapters to this story will be written in the first person. They however may be written by either Jessie or Carol.

Prologue:

Jessie sat on his bed, he read the letters over and over. You have been accepted to .... University for admission in the fall of 2009. There were eight in all, every school he applied to had accepted him. It was a dream; a dream Jessie knew just wasn't going to come true. 

Jessie's dad had run off several years ago. His mom was a stupid, drunk bitch who couldn't even support them. His job for the Messer's barely kept the roof over their head and food on the table. He tucked the letters back under his mattress and headed for the kitchen. 

Anna Marie, his little sister, was cooking a large skillet of scrambled eggs, a cheap easy meal. It was her field day, the signal that the end of the school year was near. Anna looked at him over her plate; he could see she wanted to ask him something. It was probably about money, he did his best, it wasn't really enough. She knew things were tough.

"What is it Anna? You may as well ask, the worst case I say no." His voice soft and sympathetic.

Anna's eyes looked sad. "I want to go to Girl Scout camp." Her shoulders sagged, but she continued.

"It's not the money Jessie. I can get a scholarship." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. 

"I'll be fourteen soon, I promised I'd work for Messer's with you this summer. You can't keep doing it all Jessie." She practically sobbed, the tears now flowing down her cheeks. "If I don't work how will you go to college? I saw the letters Jessie. Don't try to tell me they were all rejections."

"Anna, your going to camp and for me, college will wait. " he reached over and yanked on one of her braids. "Don't forget we've got to go shopping for your graduation dress tomorrow. I won't be home till late tonight, don't wait up." Jessie smiled and sauntered off acting his cocky self. Jessie was thankful Anna was too young to realize his job for Messer's could never pay for the life they lived. That would be over soon she started high school in the fall.

The day passed quickly; Jessie finished his finals. Then he put in four hours at the yard servicing equipment. Frank Messer had promoted him to crew chief the day he turned eighteen. It meant a significant raise, lots of responsibility, and overtime, every penny would help.

His crew would do the three large condo complexes this year. He wanted to manage a whole territory next year, his crew would have to be the best. The mowers, wackers and blowers were ready. Now, it was time to earn the extra cash he needed for Anna. 

Jessie, walked slowly. His jeans were purposely too tight, show casing his ass and outlining his bulge. The evening was cool, his chest basically bare in the black mesh t-shirt. He purposely kept himself hard, running his hand suggestively over his cock as each car passed. It was rare if Jessie spent much time walking. He was young, muscular and well endowed. Mostly now it was a familiar face that paid for his time.

A black Beemer slowed as it rolled up the street. He didn't recognize the car. If he could pull this mark in maybe he'd make enough to go home early. Jessie, ran his right hand over his cock, making sure to show its full length and girth. He ran his left hand under his shirt, exposing his ripped abs, tweaking his right nipple. It puckered from his touch, a cocoa brown nub on his bronze chest. The passenger window was rolling down as the car stopped next to him. He leaned in and started his standard spiel. 

"$200 for quick oral, $500 an hour..." His voice cracked and he stuttered, as he realized not only was the driver a woman it was Mrs. Messer. "... an hour for straight fucking. Other services are negotiable." He finished the pitch hoping she would just drive off and never mention this again.

"Get in." The door locks opened as the window went back up. At first he wondered if she had actually recognized him. He couldn't imagine she didn't. She handed him his paycheck every Friday. They drove away in silence. Jessie, sat as close to the door as possible. Out of character, but at the moment his head was spinning. 

Once safely away Carol Messer began to speak. "Jess, I didn't know it was you when I pulled up. If you want, I will take you home, pay you for one hour of your time, simply drive away and never mention it again." She paused letting her words sink in. 

"But, we were both on that street for a reason. I have very particular tastes; tastes I don't share with my husband. And my guess is, you need the money. I can be discreet if you can. So, your house or my Condo?" Carol never looked at him, her voice was soft and confident. When she finished she continued to drive in silence.

Jessie, took a deep breath. Could he do this? At least she was a woman. She wasn't a bad looking woman, actually in a business suit she was down right hot. He had certainly sold himself to worse. Old, fat or just plain ugly he learned early how to just do. How many men had he blown or fucked.

He did this for money, it wasn't about sex. With all the humiliating things he had done in the last two years how could this be worse. Jessie, relaxed into the plush leather seat. He sold his body for money, she had money, really this was simple. Jessie closed his eyes took a deep breath and sighed.

"Your condo." It was barely more than a whisper. It was only moments before they pulled into the under ground garage.

The air was heavy around them, neither spoke as he followed her to the elevator. The elevator opened into a dove grey marble lobby. There was a single entry. A double door ran from floor to ceiling, when she entered a code, both doors swung inward. Her condo was clearly her haven; light and airy, shades of white, pink and navy, sleek and modern. Exactly the way she dressed.

He followed her into the living room. She pointed to a chair; Jessie crossed the room obediently and sat down. He was getting more nervous every second.

"Jessie, I told you I have very particular tastes. I prefer well built, strong, submissive young men," Jessie, shuddered at her words. "They need to be willing to submit to any desire I may have. I prefer to have a single male under my exclusive control. So if you become my sub you will not ever be on the street. You will be given a substantial allowance. You will quite simply belong to me. Do you want to continue this discussion?" Her voice was soft and controlled, she could just as easily have been talking about the weather. 

Off the street! No more random strangers touching him. No more men. Jessie could suck a cock; actually he was very good at it. Fuck a guy, hell ya, it feels good and so powerful. His cock stays hard no matter what now. Get fucked, just not happening. Money, men were money, there was no attraction there.

Jessie nodded his head, never lifting his eyes. 

"Jessie, look at me when I am speaking to you." There was a stern edge to Carol's voice. Jessie slowly lifted his eyes. He watched her face through his dark lashes, his whole body was trembling as she continued to speak. "You will answer me out loud in the future."

"Jessie, I want to look at your body. Would you please stand up and remove your clothing." Carol's voice never changed. It was soft and smooth, but it convey command and control.

Jessie removed his Nikes and his socks, tucking his socks into his right shoe before he stood up. He could see her watching him. A small smile had crossed her lips when he was taking off his shoes. 

Jessie only had on the mesh t-shirt and jeans. He carefully pulled his shirt over his head. Dragging it slowly upward. His body was ripped. He was just over six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds, eight percent body fat. His body was already bronze from working in the sun. His coco brown nipples were fairly small just a little larger than a dime.

Jessie brought his hand down over his chest, playing with each nipple. His other hand was running over his face. The tips of his fingers tracing his features. His fingers trailed further down his body. 

Jessie, had a soft happy trail leading into the very tight jeans, hanging very low on his hips. His erection threatened to push our from under the waist band. He deftly unbuttoned and zipped his jeans. The front flopped slightly open, exposing a portion of his cock. 

Jessie ran the tips of his fingers along the side of his cock stroking it gently. His cock pulsed and pushed against the fabric, trying to escape the confines of his jeans. He teased it and Carol at the same time . 

She was watching contentedly, smiling her own fingers playing with her face. She sucked on her fingers, moving them one by one in and out of her mouth. Her other hand playing with her neck, running her pale pink nails over the sensitive skin.

Jessie's cock finally worked its way out of his jeans. It was a beautiful dick, it curve up towards his belly. The shaft was pale pink, veins visible but not bulging. The head was a deep rose, and significantly flared. It was about eight inches in length, which alone was impressive, but the girth made Carol gasp. His cock was bigger around than her wrist.

Jessie stroked the length of his cock several times just watching Carol react. Finally he slid his jeans down his thighs and off his feet and adding them to the pile. Now he stood there completely naked. As he reached to stroke his cock Carol spoke "No, I just want to look at you. Please rest your arms in the small of your back."

Carol was pleased with this young man. His hair was dark and kept shaved close to his head. His eyes were intensely blue, with thick black lashes that framed their perfect almond shape. His nose was long and straight. His lips were a deep tawny pink, the top two perfect peaks, the bottom full and pouty.

Jessie's pubic hair was shaved to stubble, neatly framing that beautiful cock. His balls were tight and pulled right up to his body. Carol walked over and grasped his cock, she stroked it twice, pinching the pre-cum from the tip. Jessie drew a deep breath and his cock throbbed in her palm. She withdraw her hand, tasted his essence and returned to her seat.

"Before we go any further, I need to know some basic information. If applicable you will give two answers for each question, first as it pertains to women, second as it pertains to men. You will answer only yes or no. Given where I picked you up some of them may seem silly, but I still expect you to answer. Are you ready to start?"

"Yes" Jessie's voice was calmer now. Carol started asking questions, her voice almost clinical. 

"Have you ever received oral sex?"

"Yes, Yes"

"Have you ever given oral sex?"

"Yes, Yes"

"Have you ever had vaginal intercourse?"

"Yes"

"Have you had anal intercourse?"

"No..." Jessie hesitated before answering further. A look of confusion crossed his face. 

"Have you penetrated another man's ass?" Carol clarified without Jessie having to ask.

"Yes"

"Has your ass ever been penetrated?"

"No"

"Have you ever spanked someone during sexual play?"

"Yes, No"

"Have you ever been spanked during sexual play?"

"No, No"

"Have you ever blind folded someone else during sexual play?"

"Yes, Yes"

"Have you ever been blind folded during sexual play?"

"No, No"

"Have you ever restrained someone else during sex, using only your own body?"

"Yes, No"

"Have you ever been restrained by someone else during sex, using only their own body?"

"No, Yes"

"Have you ever restrained someone else during sex, with ropes, cuffs, straps or other bindings?"

"No, No"

"Have you ever been restrained by someone else during sex, with ropes, cuffs, straps or other bindings?"

"No, No"

"Jessie, if you decided to stay, I am going to restrain you. I am going to play with your body in any manner I see fit. If you disobey me in anyway, I will punish you. Do you have any questions for me?" Carols voice was soft, soothing, full of reassurance, almost as if she were talking to a small child.

Jessie had a lot of questions, most of them so jumbled, trying to verbalize them would be nonsensical. The most he could stammer was "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Some of what I do to you will be painful. But, no I will not actually injure you. You may have bruising and welts, but if your skin breaks everything stops. You'll also have safe words. I am a little obsessive about safety."

"Jessie I like that you're new to this. We'll go slow. As you progress, so will how we play. Just try to relax and keep an open mind. Time to see the rest of the condo." Carol stood and reached for Jessie's hand. 

His hand firmly trapped in hers, Carol led Jessie down a long hallway. They entered a bedroom. The bed was massive, Jessie recognized the heavy iron pieces that made up the frame as fencing sections, a pattern named dogwood. The corners were square columns, the head and foot boards were made from railing sections. 

"Jessie, this will be your room when you stay here." Carol squeezed his hand, running her thumb gently over his palm. He could feel her watching him as his gaze moved around the room.

The rest of the furniture was fairly typical. Bands of trim ran around the room, near the ceiling, midway and near the floor. They looked like the metal bands around an old steamer trunk. There were metal rings space about every two feet. Jessie was sure they were not simply decorative. Done in shades of blue and grey the room was very masculine. 

Carol led him across the hall. It was her bedroom. Once again Jessie immediately recognized the bed frame. It was a large teak pergola. The corner posts were intricately carved, there were four evenly spaced iron bands, each had several eyelets. The head and foot boards were formed by lattice panels. The canopy was made from eight four inch wide arched beams; three eyelets were spaced along each beam. It was simply beautiful.

The walls were similar to the first bedrooms. But the furnishings were softer much more feminine. There was also a sitting room like area. A couch, two chairs, and an ottoman. 

They arrived at the end of the hall, Carol tapped the code into the panel and the door unlocked. "Before we go in here you need to know; this is my playroom. There are things that you may find frightening in there. I am asking you to trust me." Carol stretched up to kiss him and Jessie froze. He didn't kiss, he had never let anyone get that close. He automatically stepped back.

Carol's slap caught both of them off guard, it snapped his head and left a bright red hand print. It was as automatic for her as stepping back had been for him. His jaw dropped slack as he gasped. Grabbing his chin she pulled him to her. She captured his mouth, biting and teasing his lips till he granted her entrance. She released him and stepped back.

Jessie was gasping for air, shaken, not sure how he should be reacting. His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. "Do not pull away from me again." Carol's voice was low and harsh. Jessie was blushing, and embarrassed, again his cock throbbed and jumped.

Carol opened the door and they entered the playroom. Jessie was definitely not prepared for the playroom. A large cross stood in the center, firmly fixed to the floor. The ceiling had four ladders suspended across it. There were several benches of varying heights and widths.

There were whips and paddles hanging on one of the walls. Another had bundles of rope, straps, belts and cuffs. There were two jewelry cases against one wall. Jessie was sure he did not want to know what was in them.

Carol led him to a comfortable bench, it was about eighteen inches in height, and twenty four in length and width . She sat down and patted the spot beside her. Jessie sat beside her, he let his hands rest comfortably on his knees. His breathing was shallow, and he was trembling. Carol generously lubed her hand and was stroking him at a maddeningly slow pace.

"Jessie, I want you to better understand the decision you are making. Tonight I would like to put you in cuffs and restrain both your arms and legs. I want to spank you for the two infractions you have incurred. Will you let me do that to you?" Carol's voice was calm, low, soothing and somewhat compelling.

Jessie was hard, his cock had been hard for most of an hour. He wanted to cum, he was pushing up against her hand. She increased her pace, Jessie's breath was ragged if she stroked him just a few more times he would shoot his load. She abruptly pulled her hand away. His hips jumped and he pumped into the air. "Answer me Jessie. May I restrain you?" This time her voice was clearly commanding.

Jessie had never been the one in need. He wanted her, he wanted her to touch him, to play with his cock. He wanted her to want him. He felt alive, he simply wanted with every fiber of his being. He didn't care what he needed to do. He couldn't look at her, he simply whispered "yes"

In the future that would not be acceptable but right now all she wanted was basic compliance. Carol walked over to the wall and retrieved four bundles of rope. She returned to her spot beside him. Pulling his arm into her lap she tied the first cuff.

Jessie watched fascinated as she doubled the rope. She held the loop near his hand, and wrapped the doubled cord neatly around his wrist three times. She worked her fingers under the cuff, grabbing the loop and pulling it back under the wrapped cord. Then she fed the lose ends through the loop and used a double half hitch to secure it. 

He just stared at his wrist. The cuff was beautiful, the light beige rope around his deeply tanned arm, was simply hot. The cuff was secure and tight but it was not cutting off his circulation. She quickly repeated the process on his other wrist and ankles.

"Jessie, please kneel on the bench. I want your knees spread as far as you can. I want your ankles pointed to the ends of the bench." Her voice had returned to the calm, low, soothing and somewhat compelling tone.

Jessie moved immediately. He spent a lot of time on his knees, planting flowers and weeding the beds, so he was comfortable moving into position. He leaned slightly to the right, stretching his torso, rippling his abdomen. 

Jessie pulled his legs up and rolled onto his knees. The ropes moved over his skin, sending cold shivers through him. As he spread his knees his left ankle jerked to a stop, the lead rope trapped beneath his right leg. The rope pulled against his shin, his heart raced, his adrenalin pumped, his balls pulled up and his cock jumped. 

A flush passed over Jessie's body, embarrassed by his cocks reaction. A small smile crossed Carol's face, she made sure he saw it, deepening his blush and humiliation. She had him, Jessie was going to be hers, her heart raced with joy.

She stood there just looking at him. His eyes were cast down, his lashes shielding them. His hands rested at his sides, palms against his thighs, the rope leads hanging against his bronze skin. His cock was fully erect, it curved gently upward, pre-cum forming a pearly white bead at the tip.

Carol stepped close to Jessie, she cupped his balls in her left palm. She drew her perfectly manicured nails over them and up the shaft. His cocked jumped, bouncing against the flat shield shaped area of his lower abdomen. She slapped it with her hand. It smacked against his skin, his hips jerked backwards, eliciting a quick intake of breath and a sharp outcry. She caught his cock on the rebound stroking it right to the edge.


His Surrender Ch. 00



"Jessie put your wrists together in front of you" Carol was smiling. Slapping his cock hadn't caused his erection to fail, if anything it was harder. He moved his hands as directed, his body trembling. She could feel his fear, excitement, trepidation, and anticipation, all jumbled, each a fleeting thought, washing over him in cascading waves. She tied the lead ends of his cuffs together. Then she moved around behind him. 

She tied his ankles to the legs of the bench. Then she placed her hand on his shoulder. She steadied herself, stepping up onto the bench behind him. She gathered his wrist leads and passed them over one of the ceiling ladder rungs. She pulled the ropes until Jessie's arms were fully extended above his head pulled slightly forward. She secured them in place with a series of double half hitches.

Carol ran her hands gently along his extended arms. Lightly tickling with her nails she played with the defined muscles, occasionally kneading and caressing them. Jessie moaned, his hips pumping into thin air, his cock begging for attention. She ran her hands over his shoulders pulling him back against her. His head rested directly between her breasts, physically they were a good fit. She liked the way his upper body fit against her, his weight pressing into her.

Carol ran her hands over his pecs, her palm grazed his nipple, it caused him to groan, a single word "please." She rolled each nipple between her forefinger and thumb, his head was lolling between her breasts, he was moaning uncontrollably now. The further he leaned into her the tighter the pull on his arms, on the bench it was really only few inches, but it was enough. 

The pull on Jessie's arms reminded him he was restrained. It didn't hurt, it made him helpless, Jessie had never been helpless. She held him tight against her, the ridges of the bandage dress she wore pressing into his back. He couldn't control his hips they kept pumping forward, pulling on his fettered body, reminding him he was restrained. She was sliding down his back., her body sliding along his.

Jessie's breathing was ragged, his cock throbbing. Her hands moved over his abdomen, playing with his muscles, kneading and pinching, then tickling with her nails. He couldn't help but cry out, the pinches stung, but they sent fire through his abdomen, directly to his cock. Then her mouth was on his shoulder, suckling, licking, sharp nips. Her hands continued their relentless assault on his torso. There was nothing he could do but whimper and moan. The sensations were overwhelming, Jessie was losing himself, shattering. 

Carol felt it happen, his body relaxed, he was just letting this happen. She let her fingers wander closer and closer to his cock. Then she was stroking him again. Her other arm came around him, pulling his hips against her. She held him tight, his arms stretch up to the front, kneeling, legs spread. She brought him right to the edge of cumming, before releasing him.

Carol sat on the front corner of the bench, her left thigh against Jessie's right. "I want to spank you Jessie. I want to spank you ten times for not listening and following instructions exactly. I told you to stand up and take your clothes off. You took your shoes and socks off while still in the chair, you should have stood first and proceeded from there. Next I want to spank you four times for pulling away from my kiss. May I spank you, Jessie" it was the tone, the one that simply elicited compliance. 

Jessie's breathing was slowing, his head was resting against his arm. She wasn't touching him, he wanted her hands on him, needed, desired her touch. He'd never been hit, neither of his parents had ever spanked him. He was to busy working to survive to fight. He stiffened, fear ran through him, then he said it "yes" It was soft, resigned, muffled against his bicep.

Jessie tried to control his fear, he knew it was just that. Carol stood, and moved so she was right up against him. Her right hand fondled his balls, cupping them, running her nails over them. Her left hand was on his butt also fondling and playing. His breath was becoming ragged again, his cock throbbing, begging to be touched. When her hand lifted from his ass he knew she was going to do it. He tensed, her right hand came around his cock stroking him, then her left hand crashed into his ass.

It stung, then it radiated out, followed by simple heat. The force pushed his cock hard up against her stroking hand, sending a quick jolt through his balls, causing him to gasp and cry out. It was followed immediately by a second to his opposite cheek. Then she was massaging the sting away, stroking his cock. Her hand came back again, she rained four powerful smacks to his ass. Jessie cried out with each blow.

Her hand on his cock was relentless, he was so close to cumming. He'd think it was going to happen, the heat intensifying every stroke, then she'd slow, holding him back. Her massaging, her nails raking his skin, then pinching, then the stinging blows. All of it, all of the sensations pushing him higher, release just out of reach, he was chasing it, losing himself in the pursuit. The she pulled her hands away, the spanking was over. 

She was suckling his nipples, her hands were molding his torso. She whispered to him in a cooing voice "such a good boy." Her mouth moved along his torso, tracing the definition of his muscles with her tongue. He gasped when she captured the head of his cock with her mouth. She held him there until his hips started pumping into her. She took him in simply allowing him to fuck her mouth, he came quickly.

She untied his ankles allowing him to pull his legs together under him. His shoulders relaxed slightly under the reduced tension. Carol stood on the bench behind him, Jessie leaned into her body, pressing his against her. She untied the leads from the ladder allowing Jessie's arms to fall in front of him, still bound together.

Carol leaned into him, his still bound hands trapped between them. She kissed him, this time Jessie didn't pull back. He allowed her entry when she sought it, but he did not kiss her back. He didn't know how and it was something he wasn't sure he wanted to learn. She finished, releasing him. Suckling his skin and massaging his hands and feet as she removed the rope cuffs. When she finished she kissed him again.

"Go get dressed well talk on the way to your house." She turned and left the room. Jessie sat there, naked and drained, not just physically but emotionally. It took him a while to recover. He was just sitting quietly when she came intro the living room. He simply followed her to the car.

When Carol started to speak it was that tone that touched something in Jessie. "I want you to think about tonight. I will let you know when to meet me at the condo. If you show up we will talk about continuing this. If you don't I will never mention it again. Do not cum until I see you again." That was it, they rode in silence. When he got out she handed him a thick envelop.

Jessie already knew his answer. He was going back, he had sold her the only thing he had left, his desire.



His Surrender Ch. 01



The rain has slowed to a drizzle; the sky is overcast, a brooding grey. It matches my mood. Awake before the alarm I stretch, then lay there deciding on a course of action. The smells of bacon and coffee are wafting in the air, Anna trying to entice me to the breakfast table. It's a late start because of the weather. But it's also Anna's last day of school.

I am hard as a rock, any other time I'd just jack; but, her words are stuck in my head "Don't cum!" I grab my robe and head for the shower. Its been a week. Carol Messer is all I can think about. I wash trying to just relax. It's not gonna work I turn off the hot water. I let the cold water run over me till I am shivering.

I'll see her today, its payday, she hands out the checks. That's nine hours from now and I have a lot to get done. I grab cotton boxers and my work jeans. It's gonna be hot and drizzly all day. 

Anna knocks "five minutes to breakfast. How do you want your eggs?" Her normal chipper self.

"Wreck'em bloody. I'll be right there." I open the top drawer to grab a t-shirt, the envelope is there. There was twenty five hundred dollars in the envelope Carol Messer handed me. It was a lot more money than I usually pull in over a weekend. I kept five hundred put the rest in the bank for bills. I grab a hundred shoving it in my pocket. 

I just keep giving over it. 

"You will quite simply belong to me." Ms. Carol's words ring in my head.

I have been the adult in this house for over three years. Oh mom still lives here. But I haven't seen her sober ever that I can remember. I just took over when dad left. How can I belong to Carol Messer? I don't belong to anyone I don't answer to anyone. Whatever it has taken. I just do what has to be done. 

My plate is heaped with food. The eggs have both salsa and cheese Anna Marie wants something she doesn't think I am gonna say yes to. "So spill it chickadee?" I say doing my best Groucho Marx impression even pretending to have a cigar. She laughs out loud a sweet tinkling sound I love.

"How'd you know?" She says wrinkling her brow and frowning extravagantly then doubling over in laughter again.

"Its not hard, you want something; you feed me. Like fattening a pig for slaughter." I laugh back knowing she'll slap me. "Really sweetheart what is it?" I cajole her.

"I can stay the whole summer at girl scout camp if I mentor the elementary girls. But you'd be here alone. And you can't cook." She finishes laughing once more this time at her own wit.

"Go, if you want to, you really should. You might not get this chance again. Once you give something up its gone. I take you next Saturday, right? I'll be fine. Maybe I'll get so lonely or hungry. I'll find a girlfriend." Anna has wanted me to date forever. I can't tell her why I don't. I sold my virginity and every other sexual experience I have ever had. Till that's over there will never be a "girlfriend."

"Remember you go home with Sophia today. Your graduation clothes are at her house. I will see you after commencement. Have a great day." I yell as she grabs her backpack and runs to Mrs. Mendes' mini van.

I grab my garment bag and head for the barn. I need a shower and change. It's been a long day in the drizzling rain. I am hot wet tired and glad for the facilities here.

Messer's is huge. It started as a nursery then they added landscaping. When Carol Findier married Frank Messer she already had a successful property management group. Adding a construction group was a natural during the housing boom. Carol Messer is the brains, Frank Messer the brawn. They have been very successful. Some estimate they may be worth over a hundred million dollars.

I am last in line to grab my check, standing there looking at my watch. I am really going to have to hurry to get to Anna's graduation. As I get closer, I can't help but stare at Carol. Her chestnut hair has strands of white just over her ears, it's pulled back and captured in a silver cage with several pins sticking out of it. The end of each pin is a peace rose in various stages of bloom.

Her blue eyes almost glow, her makeup soft and natural. She smiles and says hi to every employee. She is almost always smiling. Her nose is delicate there are freckles across the bridge. Her teeth are straight in the way teeth that have had braces are straight. I think this may be the first time I have really looked at her.

She is wearing a simple cream sheath dress it is perfectly tailored. Her wrists and waist are tiny. The v-neck is deep enough and wide enough to expose a small amount of her cleavage, just two soft mounds. Her dress stops well above her knees exposing long shapely legs. She looks perfectly at ease in her four inch pumps.

Finally it's my turn Carol hands me my pay envelope smiling "Don't forget to get flowers for Anna from the Greenhouse. Tell her congratulations from her family at Messer's." Handing me a second envelope "this is for her." 

I arrive just as commencement begins. I stand against the back wall near the bleachers. It's been four years since I graduated and moved on to high school. It's the last event my parents attended together. I was happy then; now most days I don't feel anything. 

Anna will never face the choices I have made. I will get her through high school and university, from there well who knows. We deserve parents. She'll have to settle for a brother and a future. I see her 5looking for me; so, I step into the light from the exit sign. She sees me her shoulders relax and a smile lights up her face. She is my heart my reason to keep breathing.

I wonder if mom bothered to show up. I can't decide if it would be good or bad I guess that really depends on how drunk she is. Anna is given three student awards. She is so smart. She wants to be a corporate attorney. Who knows that at thirteen?

I am leaned up against the wall in the cafeteria when Anna and Sophia basically tackle me in a hug. I hand them each a bouquet, Roses in baby's breath for Sophia and daisies with ferns and twigs for Anna. Both girls gush thank you and run off to show Mrs. Mendes, Sophia's mom. I have a bouquet of purple tulips for her. She is a God send. Then I see mom across the room she is visibly intoxicated. Damnit, just Damnit, time for damage control.

I find Mrs. Mendes give her the flowers and simply point at my mom. She is flirting outrageously with a young male teacher laughing too loud. 

Mrs. Mendes nods her head "I'll keep Anna for you. Good luck." Her voice is knowingly sympathetic.

I kick back on my bed open my paycheck and find a note from her. 

"Meet me at the condo after you finish with your celebration. Your entry code is 6428 wait in the living room. Ms. Carol." 

I take a deep breath. I have been on edge waiting for this moment. Now I am both excited and scared. 

I look myself over in the mirror. I am still dressed from graduation. A light blue polo, it pulls at my biceps fits my shoulders and hangs loosely around my abs. You can see the crew neck of my white t-shirt. My jeans hang low on my hips. Overall I look like a nice respectable young man. I doubt my clothes actually matter.

As I enter the living room there is a beautiful silver tray laid out on the coffee table. There is an ice bucket, two goblets, half a dozen different bottles of water and a note.

Jessie,

Please remove your clothes fix, yourself a glass of water, and find something to read. I will be there as soon as I can.

Ms. Carol.

I follow the directions to the letter. I remove my clothing carefully folding each piece and placing them in a neat stack, setting them next to the chair. I fill a goblet with ice and pour plain water. Then I browse the shelves. Every book and magazine is of an erotic nature. I chose a book titled 'Men in ropes' it is a photo journal. 

As I look at the images I remember the feel, the draw of the rope across my calf as my legs were positioned, the tickle against my thigh as the rope gently swayed hanging from my wrist. The way my hands tingled then went numb. The feel of her mouth on my wrists as she massaged the feeling back into my hands. I am hard as a rock all I can think of is her hands on my body, how the ropes in these images would feel.

I hear the distinct click of high heels on marble, my heart is racing and my breathing is shallow. I gasp when I see her. Her hair lays in soft waves over her shoulders, the top of it caught in a barrette. Her breasts are mounded in a strap less pink corset dress it ends high on her thighs. The black leather sandals have straps that crisscross her legs up to her knees. She has a smirk on her face.

Carol fixes herself a glass of water. I am surprised when she also chooses plain water. When she finishes she squats knees together, very graceful and ladylike, opening a drawer in the table. She pulls out a hairbrush, hair ties, and a manila folder. 

Carol takes a seat, sitting comfortably with her legs crossed at the knee. Her right leg wraps around her left, the top of her foot resting against the back of her ankle. It accentuates the definition of her muscles and takes my breath away.

"Jessie, I am glad your here. I want you to brush and braid my hair while we talk." It's that tone. The one that is simply unquestionable. 

I take the hair brush and ties. She puts the folder on her lap resting her hands on it. It's as if she doesn't even notice that I am naked and fully erect. 

I step behind her and remove the barrette from her hair. The silken strands simply fall into the existing waves, a gently cascading mass. I set the barrette on the table looking at her as I return to my place. A rush of desire passes through me. I blush slightly embarrassed at my reaction. 

Carol starts to speak as I lift the first plait of hair "Jesse the most important thing between us will always be honesty. I will expect complete honesty from you and will give you the same respect. The manila folder is a background check on you." I audibly draw a breath holding it. 

"Relax Jessie there is nothing bad in here. I am worth a lot of money and scandals are dangerous. Every sub I have ever kept has been thoroughly vetted. Our situation is different than anything in my experience before this. I have friends in the lifestyle who have their own dungeons. I interview experienced subs usually college students and its an easy transition." She pauses rolling her neck her eyes closed a soft relaxing sigh escaping. I continue simply brushing playing with the silken strands.

"Jessie, If you decide to become my sub I will teach you at a pace that pushes you, but I won't intentionally push you to far. You will find yourself bound and punished at almost every meeting. Your conduct rules will be clear. During training we will often play games usually knowledge but sometimes skill or chance. The outcome not to determine if you will be punished but how." She stops again rolling her neck and stretching.

"Jessie please get my water and kneel in front of me." What is it about her voice. I move immediately with an urgent need to please her. She takes her water finishing it in one long swallow. She sets the glass on the floor beside her and lifts my chin. 

There is no where to look but directly into her eyes, they hold me drawn completely into her. "Jessie do you want to stay? Do you want to belong to me?" 

My breath is caught in my chest, belong to her. It feels different something deep inside relaxes, belong, no longer alone. I can't hold her gaze my eyes close the answer more a sound than a word "yes."

"Jessie please finish brushing my hair. Look at the clock it is 11:30. At midnight you are to have my hair braided in a single strand down the back you may finish up to one minute early but you may not be late." I continue the gentle stroking of her hair, the silky strands running over my rough palms. She smells of honey and lilac. I want to bury my face against her.

"Jessie what you received in the envelope is your allowance. You will receive that every week. You will also receive a credit card you are to use it for your personal needs, clothing, grooming, your gym membership, if you don't have one get one, anything that would fall into that category. I expect to take care of you. If you do not use what I provide, I will punish you." Her voice carries a harsh tone, as if she could feel my resistance.

I am self reliant. How will I give that up? In ways it is a relief. With the allowance and my paycheck I will never have to worry about making the bills. But what what is the real cost? I draw a deep breath and sigh. I plait her hair into thirds over and over. 

"Your code allows you access to this condo at any time. You are actually welcome to live here. When you leave tonight I will give you a phone. None is the only contact in it. You are not to use the phone to contact anyone but me. You will text me good morning within a half hour of waking, hello at the end of your work day, and goodnight when you go to bed. When you are not at work you will answer it by the second ring. You will acknowledge any text within five minutes."

"Jessie, I do not share what is mine. You may not have sexual contact with anyone but me. Punishment for such behavior will be severe." She doesn't understand that wouldn't even cross my mind. That sexual behavior has never been a part of my personal life. 

"You will always be appropriately dressed in public. You will wear appropriate underwear at the bare minimum a jock. Please move all the clothing you walked the street in to your room here." It is five minutes to midnight. In one minute I will start to braid the three plaits I continue to play with.

"In the folder you will find the report from the investigation and contacts for a doctor, a tailor, and a spa. Read the report so you won't have to worry about what I know. Please make appointments with the contacts. Rell them I asked you to make an appointment." She rolls her shoulders stretches her arms and back pulling her hair from my grasp. The neat plaits fall in disarray as she shakes head and flips her hair back.

I work as quickly as I can re-plaiting her hair. Braiding quickly but carefully. I know I will not finish. That I am not supposed to finish. She will punish me. She wants to punish me. My abdomen is in knots, my cock however is streaming pre-cum. The memory of the harsh sting of her hand, the spreading heat, then the comfort of her mouth pushes me. I am placing the tie when the clock strikes midnight. I have failed.

"Jessie we will take care of your failure to follow directions in the playroom. Please proceed to the playroom. Your code will open the door. Please kneel to the right of the door with your hands on your knees and your eyes on the floor. I will be there shortly." She didn't even look at me. I head directly to the playroom. I am very nervous.

The door opens easily. I enter, the room is dimly lit. I can't help but look around. The array of paddles and whips is larger than I remember. The jewelry chests still fill me with dread. The wall of restraints is more intriguing. I smile at the bundles of natural rope remembering the beauty of the cuff against my bronze skin. The assortment of leather restrains is fear inducing, some I can't even imagine how to use.

I move into position. There is something unnerving about waiting in silence for punishment. It distorts time increases, adrenaline, and heightens awareness. I begin to tremble as her heels announce her arrival.

She stands in front of my supine body. The only part of her I can see is her feet. "Jessie I am going to spank you with the hair brush. First I would like you to unlace and remove my shoes. Use your mouth to soothe my legs the way I soothed your skin last time." This is the first time I have been asked to touch her. My heart is racing.

I run my right hand slowly up her calf lightly allowing my fingers to trace the edges of the bindings. I follow with my left. I capture the laces at the back of her calf. I unclasp the buckle allowing the leads to fall to the sides. I suckle the welts where the laces have reddened her soft skin. I move slowly down her leg cherishing each moment, prolonging the contact with her sweet skin. 

When I reach her ankle I lay the lacing in a puddle around her foot. I leave her shoe in place so as not to disrupt her balance. I repeat the gentle attention on her other leg. I can hear her breath coming in ragged gasps, an occasional moan escaping her control. When I reach her ankle I remove her shoe setting it aside, gently massaging the blood back into her foot. Then repeat with caressing on the other foot. I set it down and resume my position. Now my focus is on her bare feet.

"Please stand up keep your eyes on the floor." The hair brush is heavy, an oval wooden head about two inches in width and four inches in length with a stout wooden handle about an inch in diameter. I held it in my hand for almost an hour, I remember the feel of the solid weight.

A thirty inch bar is attached at its center to a ring in the floor an identical bar hangs just above it. She quickly assembles cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I watch her through my down cast eyes. She works efficiently checking the tightness of each cuff repeatedly. She attaches my ankles to either end of the bar my legs spread my movement limited to spinning in circles.

She crosses the room to where the rope controlling the hanging bar is tied off. She lowers the bar to chest level. She attaches first one wrist then the other. She leans up whispering "kiss me" 

I meet her lips as best I can. The bar is trapped between us limiting my movement. She steps back just looking at me. Then pulls the bar up extending my spread arms, stretching me. My feet remain firmly planted on the ground.

She moves so she is standing directly in front of me. "Jessie before we go any further we need to discuss safe words. Your first safe word is yellow. When you are getting close to being unable to tolerate what is happening I want you to say yellow. I will back off if more than one thing is going on we'll adjust. Do you under stand?" I have never been so vulnerable there is no part of my body that is not exposed.

I can't look up. I am visibly trembling, my cock bobbing, and dripping. "Yes." 

Carol steps closer and grabs my chin "You will answer me 'Yes Ms. Carol.'" releasing me "Please try again."

I take a deep breath a blush washing over my skin. Being this helpless is humiliating. "Yes Ms. Carol." I answer as clearly as I can. 

She runs her hand over my cock pinching the tip rubbing my pre-cum between her fingers. I am having a hard time not begging her to make me cum. She begins that relentless stroking, slowly massaging my length with her well lubricated hand. I push my hips forward against her.

"Next, Jessie, is the word red. If you use red everything will stop right then. I will release you and care for you until you have recovered. Things we do may be painful but I never want to truly hurt you. If the surface of your skin is broken all activity will cease. Do you understand?" Her voice is gentle, her touch warm, even at this slow pace I am approaching orgasm.

"Yes Ms. Carol." I try to bury my face against my bicep but my arms are spread to wide there is no place to hide.

I cannot control my hips jumping and pumping against her hand. She increases the pace. I am so close to cumming. "I am going to cum" I gasp barely able to control. Her hand pulls away. I breath trying to regain myself. 

She places her hand on my cock, just surrounding the head. It is then that I notice the hair ties around her wrist. She slides them around her fingers stretching them. She feeds my cock through the opening, rubbing the head and the the shaft along her palm. She grasps the base of my cock and balls feeding them through the the hair ties.

The ties form a wide tight cock ring my already sensitive balls are stretched, the skin tight. I can only moan as she strokes me. Her other hand taps against my balls. I cry out and reflexively try to pull my legs up. 




His Surrender Ch. 01



"So beautiful, your such a good boy." She coos gently. This time she pinches the skin. I jerk my hips pulling out of her grasp. She releases me. I try desperately to calm my breathing. My cock is bulging an angry red harder and more in need than I have ever been. I groan my hips continuing to move restlessly.

She crosses the room behind me I cannot follow her movement, her bare feet tread softly. I hear a drawer open. Her return is just as quiet. My body jumps in its restraints when she runs a single nail up my spine. She holds up her hands. She has a blindfold and a pair of clamps. I shudder I am terrified of the unknown. I have only been blind folded once, I was eight. It was for pin the tail on the donkey. I freaked out. I try breathing slowing my thoughts.

"Jessie you get to choose. You can be blind folded which does not cause physical pain but can be a bit unnerving. Or you can have your nipples clamped which is quite painful. So which is it Jessie nipple clamps or the blindfold." I relax a little I can deal with pain. I do not answer quickly enough. She grasps around the base of my cock and pulls. My hips lift pulling me onto my toes. I cry out. 

I answer, it is a gasping pained sound. "Clamps please Ms. Carol."

She pulls my nipple out from my chest playing with it. My cock is jumping, bobbing, and weaving, begging for attention. Then she closes the clamp. Pain shoots through my chest I scream. She puts her fingers across my lips. The heat is searing my chest. I gasp for air, every breath jiggling the clamp causing more searing pain. She is playing with my other nipple. It feels amazing sending warmth through my body but fear causes this overwhelming sensitivity. I am whimpering, trembling as I watch. Then the clamp bites again I scream. 

Her fingers cover my mouth. "Jessie breathe manage your breathing you can do this." Her voice is soft comforting. Her fingers dance along my abdomen, her nails flighty, tickling softly, then the massage of her flat hand. 

My body is alive, sensations everywhere. The sharp pain in my chest has subsided to a constant throbbing heat punctuated by quick stabbing bites. My hands are tingling, my arm muscles ache, a nagging fatigue. I am still gripping the bar with both hands. Her fingers reach my cock. I try to block the distractions and concentrate on her hand stroking me. Her other hand cradles my overly sensitive balls. I tremble with fear then she pulls on my balls. It's a reflex, I try to pull my legs up, shifting my weight to my arm moving the clamps. It sends biting pain from both my nipples and balls I push forward in her hand. Tears are forming in my eyes. I cry out and she hasn't even begun to spank me.

She pulls her hands away. I watch as she retrieves the hair brush. I glance at the clock only ten minutes has passed since she pulled my arms into position. When she returns she leans her body against mine. Her legs are spread straddling my bound leg. Her right hand rests on my chest. Her fingers play over my chest. The soft bristles of the brush mirrors the motion on my back.

The tension in my body is rising my hands have gone from tingling to numb, hanging on by shear muscle memory. The pain in my chest has become a dull ache. The sharp tweaks elicit whimpering. Her hand is stroking me with a steady rhythm bringing me very close to cumming. The head of the brush is making smooth circles on my ass,soothing, erotic. Then it lifts. I know she is going to hit me. I take a deep breath trying to prepare.

Her soft cooing voice whispers "breathe."

Then the blow lands it is a searing white hot pain it travels quickly leaving heat in its wake. There is also a deep residing thud, producing an aching deep with in my muscles. The air is pushed from my body in a mournful howl. Her body against me, her legs holding me completely still. She continues to stroke me. I am trying to breath. Then it starts she brings the brush down over and over. I am crying great heaving sobs interspersed with howling gasps. I now simply hang from my bound wrists the bar having slipped from grasp. This is the most intense experience I have ever endured. I am overwhelmed. The pain, pleasure, fear, confusion, and intense desire collide rolling through me in great thunderous waves.

Yellow, my brain is screaming but I can't form the word. Then it happens I shatter. I am floating completely at peace separate. The pain in my body continues, the howls echo around me, the tears are coursing down my cheeks dripping onto my chest. I have surrendered and in that surrender I have found a peace, a place I didn't know existed.

Then it stops. She is still stroking me, holding me to her. My breathing slowly returns to normal. The occasional sob still shakes me, tears still flowing, I am lightheaded. Her hand rests on my back making circles with her palm. Finally I take a deep breath and sigh. I look at the clock the spanking took less than five minutes I have been shaken to my core.

Carol steps in front of me her hands reach for the nipple clamps. I sigh again mistakenly thinking this will provide relief from the pain playing across my body. She removes the clamps simultaneously, the fire that shot through me when she attached the clips was nothing in comparison. I scream her fingers are playing with the pain. It drills through me taking my breath, my chest heaving with the effort. Then it subsides her mouth suckling first one then the other. My cock is trapped between us hard pressing into the soft fabric of her dress. 

When she steps back I am breathless desperate to cum. I watch as she moves cross the floor. Her bare feet make no noise. She is graceful and flowing in her motions. Her hips sway gently her calves shaped in perfect elongated hearts to her ankles. The muscles of her shoulders and back are clearly defined, yet remain distinctly feminine. The corset design accentuates her tiny waist. I want to see that soft curve at the small of her back. I have never desired anyone and yet I want her with every fiber of my being. To remove her wrappings and pull her tight up against my body crushing her to me.

My arms are being lowered. The blood begins to flow back into my hand. The familiar warm tingling has begun. She unites the cuffs from the bar then moves the bar so it rests across my back. 

She leans into my chest lifting her face to me. "Kiss me she whispers" pulling my arms around her, wrapping hers around my neck.

I let myself relax kissing her lips, pulling them gently with my teeth, suckling, then swiping my tongue through her mouth engaging her tongue in a playful dance. I tighten my hold on her, wrapping my right arm tightly around her waist, my left hand slides down and across her butt. My cock is nestled in the groove between her thigh and her hip. Lost in the moment and consumed by need I pump my hips running my cock along that crease.

Her hand crashes down on my already tender ass thundering pain. She steps back and slaps my cock laughing as it bounces wildly causing me to cry out. I blush she is laughing at me. It is crushing, humiliating. I can only look down. I can feel her eyes on my body my blush deepening and even now my cock drools pre-cum begging for her attention.

She is kneeling between my feet, releasing me from the bar spreading my legs. I stare at the braid trailing down her back. I remember the feel of her hair, of brushing it, carefully plaiting it. Then her causing my failure. I want to hold her braid, feel it run across my palm, pull her head back trailing kisses down her neck. 

She interrupts my thoughts handing me the four leads to my cuffs. "Go to your room and wait on your bed."

Moving is painful. The heat is receding but there is a pain, deeper pain, I am sure will linger. I am waiting on my bed, laying on my side with my legs curled up. I am overwhelmed, vulnerable and needy. Tears still flow gently from my eyes. My back is to the door.

I hear a tray slide onto the night stand, then feel her sit on the bed beside me. Her hands begin molding my shoulders massaging me. I relax moaning and sighing as she works my muscles. 

"Please stand up Jessie." The soft command is back. I move as quickly as my strained muscles will allow.

She fluffs two of the large pillows stacking them in the middle of the bed. "Please lay face down over the pillows." I move to position placing myself over the pillows. She guides my cock so that it lies directly under me against the smooth finish of the pillow cover. Moving quickly she attaches my leads to the corner posts once again stretching me. She sits straddling my back her butt resting between my lats. She gathers something from the tray I relax under her weight. My chest is tender against the comforter, but most of the pain is subsiding.

A cold blob drops onto each cheek the contrast from the residual heat makes me shiver. She begins massaging the cooling feel into my sore cheeks. My hips pump gently as she works her hands managing my pace keeping the stimulation painfully slow. When she finishes cooling my ass she proceeds to massage the rest of my body with a warm oil that leaves a slight single tingle behind.

I miss her hands when she stops. I feel her release my leads. She gently taps my flank to lift and removes the pillows. "Roll over please." 

I move immediately laying flat on the bed. I am pleasantly surprised when there is no pain in my butt. My cock stands out from my body it is still deep angry red, the veins bulging, this skin pulled tight around my balls, the hair tie cock ring constraining it and pulling it out from my body.

She sits across my abdomen pulling my wrists to her removing the cuffs massaging the welts. Her smile evident joy at seeing the marks on my body radiates across her face. She removes the the cuffs from my ankles similarly. I stare at the rounded shape of her ass tightly encased by her pink dress, the golden skin of her thighs below the hem.

When she finishes I watch her generously lube her hand. "Jessie please kneel up for me." I follow her direction without , it is becoming a natural reaction. Her lubricated hand circles my cock as her body leans into my side. Her other hand is once again massaging my tender ass. She controls my pace between her hands. Bringing me closer to cumming at an uncomfortable pace. I try to pump my hips but I am trapped. 

I take a deep breath "please Ms. Carol I need to cum please." she softly swats my ass in my tender condition it sends a flash of heat through me. I moan unable to stop its escape. Her pace increases slightly I try to concentrate on cumming there are so many sensations. She swats me once more this one is harder and I cry out. 

She releases her hold on my hips and commands me with a single word "finish." I pump into her hand it doesn't take many before I cum. It is intense deep and prolonged six or seven pulsing shots.

Carol allows my cock to go flaccid gently resting in her hand. Carefully she removes the hair ties feeding my cock and balls through them carefully one hair tie at a time. Removing the constriction from my cock is excruciating as she handles my already over sensitive cock. 

When she finishes she stands to leave. "Your allowance, phone, and the report are on the coffee table. Don't forget your rules and do not cum." She turns and leaves without another word.

I dress and leave gathering the stuff from the entrance hall and go home. I shower, as I am drying I catch my reflection in the mirror. There are already several large purple bruises peppering my ass. I am sure it will be worse tomorrow. The house is quiet mom is passed out and Anna is at the Mendes'. I head to bed it has been a very long day.

I wake laying face down on my bed I usually sleep on my back. I stretch and roll into a sitting position. I know immediately why I was sleeping face down. The pain radiates everywhere. My cock shoots to attention. I breath trying to calm my body. I see the phone on my desk. I grab it to say good morning. Immediately there is a text from her.

"Did you stay up all night? You forgot to say good night. Be naked on your bed in the condo at ten pm. Be prepared to spend the night. You will not forget again. Ms. Carol."

My heart is racing my ass throbbing. I text "Yes Ms. Carol."



His Surrender Ch. 02



I lay still, I stayed at the Messer House on the nursery grounds. It was built in 1952 by Frank's grandmother. A powerful woman. This house a monument to what she accomplished. A war widow with seven children she turned the full section wheat farm into a thriving nursery. She sold starter shrubs to the contractors and bedding plants to the new suburbanites. 

The sky is turning dove grey to the east. The first of the birds are beginning their calls, one to the next as if announcing the coming of the new day. I watch the window for the first hints of color, I won't pull myself out of bed before the sun entices me.

I see the first hints of purple and orange. I stand at the window watching the world come to life. I love the color of morning. It seeps into you, fills you with this sense of wonder. The colors layer upon layer, bumping into each other. The sun follows pushing the colors up until they fade away when you forget to look.

It's my twenty fifth wedding anniversary, half my life, married. There is a lot to reflect on. Frank and I will have a quiet dinner at the yacht club. I got him an antique watch and cuff links. 

Frank Messer, my husband is a gay man, twenty years my senior. I have know this since long before I married him. At the time I thought I was simply non-sexual. I have learned since that I am primarily asexual. Although I am truly aroused by a submissive male, I rarely have any desire for their sexual touch.

Frank Messer needed a wife to stifle the gay rumors. They were threatening to put him out of business. It was the eighties in the Motor city, the world around us was homophobic. A lot of it still is. At a time when other States are approving same sex marriage, Michigan has banned it.

A woman in charge of a multi-million dollar business was new. A young woman in charge unheard of. I was barely eighteen when I had to take over. An only child my parents were killed in a helicopter accident in Hawaii over Christmas vacation. On December 30th I buried my parents, on January 2nd a blizzard hit and I had to handle our response. I have been in charge ever since. 

Findier Property Management, I have done well. From four apartment buildings in 1984 to over a thousand properties at last count,seventy of them complexes.

Frank became a source of support. He handled the landscaping for all four buildings. We met weekly, to review the bill and pay him. It was unnecessary, really, we had a contract, and bills get paid as submitted. But, it had been that way since my parents first hired his company in the sixties, still is. 

Our first date was the Mayor's fireworks party. Frank was complaining about having to find a date for the event. I was in the same boat, dreading trying to find a date myself. I suggested we go together. We went to all public functions together after that.

Six years later a social columnist headline prompted our marriage. "Frank Messer gay? Carol Findier his beard?" We threw a lavish event at the Nursery. It was the eighties that ended all rumors. We never hid any thing from each other, just the rest of the world. Frank's mate was our best man, and I love Edward every bit as much as I love Frank.

My alarm goes off pulling me back to the present. My calendar is full. I will finalize the arrangements for the fourth of July weekend open house. It's the biggest event at the Nursery all year. The four day party will include several charity events, plenty of free events, and fireworks. 

I pull a white sheath from my closet. Plain sheath dresses in a rainbow of colors hang on the upper rack, suit jackets on the lower. It's my work uniform, easy, comfortable, and always chic. I grab a cute cropped red gingham jacket, and navy pumps. 

Deep in paperwork I am lost in thought when the phone rings. I picked it up mindlessly, "Carol Messer, how can I help you?" It's Edward, he sounds like he's crying. 

"Carol, Frank's had a heart attack you need to come to Beaumont." My heart is in my mouth, and I hear myself answer woodenly. My secretary Bella notice my state as I head out of the office without a word.

"Carol, what's wrong?" She chases after me and grabs my shoulder to get my attention. She ends up driving my to the hospital. Edward is waiting outside the ER for me. Tears still streaming down his face. 

"Why aren't you with him? He shouldn't be alone." I ask as Edward pulls me into a hug. 

"I'm not his spouse, parent or child they won't let me in." I gasp, and hug him tighter. 

"I am so sorry, let's get in there." Hand in hand we go in. Edward has been Frank's partner for forty years. What a world they have had to deal with.

When we leave Frank is resting comfortably. They have cleared several blocked arteries. He's going to recover. I walk Edward back to his car, he pulls me into arms."Carol, your a wonderful wife to us. Thank you for an amazing twenty five years." 

I kiss his cheek, run my hand over the soft ends of his snow white crew cut, and smile."I love you too Edward."

This seems to be a day full of reflection. It's a thirty minutes drive up the avenue to the Waterfront Condo. I love this drive. From thirteen mile to the river you see life in all its forms. From the National Shrine of the Little Flower, and the affluent suburbs, to Ferndale and its diverse alternate lifestyle, through some of the worst neighbors, past Hockeytown, through the cultural center, ending at Hart Plaza, the base of the river front.

I hang my purse on the hook next to the door, throw my keys in the tray on the table. The smell of fresh coffee is wafting in the air. Jessie is home, he's been staying here a lot since his sister left for camp. I head for the kitchen. He has a salad sitting in front of my place at the table, it's a beautiful anti pasta plate. I am sure Janet left it in the refrigerator, Jessie doesn't cook.

"Edward called, he accidentally picked up your keys to the office, he didn't want you to worry. I figure you've had a long day and neglected yourself. Please eat. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Jessie has become very adept at caring for me over the last three weeks. 

"The salad can wait I need my hair down my head is starting to pound." I hadn't noticed until just that moment. When down, my hair hangs to my waist. During the day it is always up, captured on my head. Today its in a series of braids,wrapped into a bun, it is very heavy. I walk straight for my chair in the living room.

Jessie follows me immediately, he pours each of us water from the tray on the table. I am pleased he prefers plain water. Janet has set the tray with a crystal pitcher, matching tumblers and an ice bucket that looks like a large shot glass. He hands me my water then retrieves the wooden hairbrush from the drawer. 

Jessie removes the pins releasing the braids from the back of my head. Then pulls the braids through his fingers gently tugging them apart, allowing them to hang loose. It is a great relief redistributing the weight and easing the tension."Jessie please take my shoes off before you continue."

Kneeling at my feet, taking my shoes off, his appearance always takes my breath away. I run my hand over his neatly cropped hair. 

He is talented at massaging my feet and calves, relieving the strain my heels have caused. I relax into the chair."Frank had a heart attack. They cleared blockages, he is going to recover. He's in ICU tonight they expect to move him to the cardiac main floor tomorrow." His mouth on my legs is so relaxing. I am already dripping wet. 

"Now, take my jacket and get me the men in ropes book to browse while you finish my hair. After you finish with my hair you can pick a pose to try." His cock is bobbing and drooling. As he takes my jacket, I run the nails of my extended arm over his balls gently, eliciting a soft moan. He is very observant, he notices the things that please me. That particular sound is delightful.

Jessie picked this book the first time I had him wait for me in this room. He chooses it more than any other. I know the ropes fascinate him, he likes handling them as he rebundles them to hang on the wall. He often runs his fingers over the welts left behind. Fleeting memories passing over his face. I love just watching him.

My fingers wander over the pages, as if caressing the naked bound bodies. I linger over a picture, the young man is bound kneeling, his arms behind him attached to a pole, his ankles pulled up and attached to his thighs. 

Jessie has finally freed my hair of its braids and is gently running his fingers through it , massaging my scalp as a precursor to brushing. It's my turn to moan.

I continue browsing the images. This is the image I want him to choose, I stroke the picture for a long time, running my fingers over the ropes. Sighing softly I close my eyes, I roll my neck leisurely. It will give him a very clear view of the book. I hear his breath catch, he can see the entire image. I resume my browsing while he finishes brushing my hair. 

It has been an hour of total bliss. I hand him the book."Jessie, put the book mark in the page you choose. Put it on the bench in the playroom and wait for me." I head for the kitchen, now that I have relaxed, I am ravenous. 

Jessie is kneeling next to the rope wall in his appointed position. I open the book, an immediate smile crosses my face, he has chosen the image."Jessie, please position yourself centered on the mat." Impact cushioning mats, I will not injure his knees by balancing him on them, they will be protected. 

I grab the bundles of ropes I need to place the cuffs on his body, he is now very used to wrist and ankle cuffs, but the cuffs at his knee and upper thigh with be new. I will be careful to run the thigh cuff along the natural crease, I do not want to pinch his femoral artery, as it supports the load of his lower leg.

Jessie often smiles, his eyes riveted to my working hands. I build much of his restraint in comfortable positions. I like the intimate contact between us. My fingers working the ropes checking and rechecking the tension. A foreplay of sorts, a dance building anticipation.

Jessie is sitting comfortably on the mat. His legs are bent, his knees are spread, and his wrists rest extended over them. I tie his wrist, ankle and knee cuffs. I have access to all of him, it is fun to play. I stroke him often, playing with his balls, savoring every moan, sigh, and intake of breath. His cuffs complete I stroke him in ernest, licking up each drop of pre-cum as it appears. 

His moans are deeper, his breath ragged. I know before he starts to beg "Ms. Carol I am going to cum. May I please cum please." 

Jessie knows he will not cum yet, he knows what he will endure before then. It does not stop his hips from pumping, or his cock from jumping when I take my hand away."Good boy!" I smile at him.

"Jessie, please rest your arms back supporting you so I can tie the chest ropes for the harness." I am not suspending him; this is simple restraint. I wrap a doubled rope twice, both above and below his pecs. I start the lower rope with its loop in the center of his chest, securing it with double half hitches. 

I take two ropes, I loop them together around the front center lower rope so one tail come out on either direction securing them. I pull each rope on an angle passing it over his nipple and securing it to the upper rope. I pass them over his shoulders and secure each to both chest ropes, across his shoulders blades, securing them to the back center. I stroke him right to the edge again.

"Jessie, please stand up and relax your arms crossed in front of you and legs spread." I start with the loop at the top of his hip bone, I wrap the rope carefully to create the cuff. I pass my fingers under the cuff, and pull the loop towards the center back. I secure the leads first to the cuff, then the center back of the chest harness. Every change of position requires further frustration. 

It's time to put him in the final pose."Jessie please kneel in an upright position with your knees spread." I attach the twenty four inch spreader bar to his knee cuffs. I open the flap in the mat and secure the spreader bar down. He will not be able to fly and swing. I lower the bar in front of him and attach his wrist cuffs to either end. I pull his arms up so they are fully spread extended.

The final piece, I pull each ankle up and secure it to his thigh with about a six inch gap. His body will rock on his knees as I flog him.

I stand directly in front of Jessie, lifting his chin I lean down and kiss him. It is loving and warm, a sensuous kiss. My right hand fondles his balls, my left playing around his nipple between the ropes "Would you like to see how beautiful you are for yourself?" It's almost a purr. He is indeed beautiful, his bronzed body bound in natural ropes. I sigh, and moan against him.

"Yes please Ms. Carol." His voice is anxious and needy. I roll the full length mirror to the edge of the mat directly in front of him. His breath hitches and he gasps. He looks like a captured God bound to the earth. It is very different than the effect in the book. The male in the book was a twink, his long slender under developed body gave the impression of a punished slave, even without a single mark on his body.

I walk slowly to the whip section of the wall. I can feel his eyes on me, watching what I choose. I choose a fairly small flogger, total length eighteen inches. It is a deceptive whip, it has a heavy shot bag in its nine inch handle, and there are many many tails, making them heavy as well. 

I will use three kinds of motion, swings that a are heavy and thud against his torso, ones that dance and wrap leaving a million little biting stings in their wake, and simple twirling sweeps that at first seem innocent but leave stinging heat.

His eyes never leave me. I return to where he is restrained. I play gently with my left hand, cupping his balls fondling them. I hold the whip in my right. It will be the first time I have used a whip on him. We have used my hand, a hairbrush, paddles and slappers, but never a whip."Jessie, this is a flogger. I am going to hit you on your butt, but also on your shoulders and chest." 

I watch as fear and anticipation chase each other through his body, contorting his face."I am going to start slow and build. We're going to do this like a circuit work out. Time will work like a pyramid the first round will go one minute, we will build to four and then work our way back down. The intensity will build each and every time." I pause letting him process my words.

"You have been learning how to process pain very well. I will calm you between rounds." Now, it is his decision he has not earned punishment, so if he would prefer to wait, he can choose not to cum until our next session. He has never made the choice to stop."Jessie, would you like me to release you now?" 

Jessie hesitates, it is the first time. He is staring at the flogger, then a small flush passes through him."No, Ms. Carol." his whole body is trembling. 

I purposely choose the flogger as the first pyramid session. The anticipation of what the flogger will feel like the first time is much worst than the reality. Small doses to start relieves the angst.

I lean down, capturing his mouth kissing him. He is beginning to relax, starting to let himself enjoy kissing, not just submitting to the invasion. No matter how I touch his body it is still the most intimate contact between us. 

I kiss my way down his body. Running my nails along the edges of the ropes. Occasionally, nipping at his skin and quickly suckling the sting away. The whip is simply dragging in my hand, a presence only. 

I pull his cock into my mouth, I hold his hips, pressing the whip handle against him. I bury my face against him. Holding him to me, pulsing, an inward swallowing. Then I begin, running my teeth over him as I pull back. Playing my tongue over the head. Pushing him back into me. Once more I take him to the very edge.

I start behind him, just twenty seconds on each area. I spin the handle in my right hand, letting the tails wisp over his skin. I run the tails down over his ass. I see him relax, his breathing steady. I switch hands spinning the whips so the tails wisp up, brushing the lower edge of his cheeks. 

It's like brushing against nettles on a walk in the woods. It's warm, tingly subtle at first but quickly turning hot and uncomfortable. His breathing is shallow, a moan escapes, as the whip moves away. 

I start the over hand spin again, running the whip across his shoulders at the upper rope line. His breathing calms, soft mews escape. Once again as the subtle heat ensues, his breathing becomes shallower. I switch hands and spin upward wisps along the lower rope, blending the stinging.

I move in front of him, I smile, he is watching me. I start spinning the flogger, Jessie has to pull his chin up and back out of the way. His head moves from side to side, he bites at his lips. His sounds are soft and controlled. He has become accustomed to the stinging. His breathing is deep relaxing, moans rumbling in his chest. 

His eyes follow me as I move. When I switch to the upward strokes his neck relaxes. I allow the tails to swish against the lower rope, and along his sides, over his ribs. The minute is over, but I can't resist spinning the tales gently over his cock and balls. His legs try to pull up instinctively, the bar holds him to the floor. His cock bobs, his shoulders flex, and a deep moan escapes.

I run my nails over the slightly pink tone the whip has given his chest. The color of rose gold, the pink layered over his already bronze skin. I play between the ropes, mouthing his pecs, nipping, suckling, teasing him.

I let the tails of the whip hang loosely over his cock. Though it had relaxed slightly during the whip play, it is moving the tails as it stiffness, they cascade and dance around it. I stroke him, I won't bring him all the way to the edge. Not this time.

This session will be the worst for him. The wrapping stinging of the whip tails will push at his tolerance. Men, do not handle this effect well. I will stand purposely close. I will bring the whip against his body in such a manner that the tails wrap around him. They will leave behind a million little biting stings.

I start on his flank, letting the tails wrap and kiss the ridge of his hip. He immediately cries out, gasping. "Breathe, you can do this. Just breathe." I bring the whip around the opposite hip kissing the opposite ridge. There is a sharp intake of breath, then moan, followed by several deep breaths. 

He fights for his control, his breath is rippled, in short stammering intakes. His head lolls from side to side. His breath out a moan, deep and strained. His eyes have closed, his cock now flaccid. 

I move up to his ribs, moving along his sides, over his lats, finally letting it wrap his biceps. This elicits an uncontrolled cry, sharp pained, popping his eyes open. The faint blush that covers him as he catches his image In the mirror, tightens my belly.

I once again stand between Jessie and the mirror. In front of him, I play over the most space. I start allowing the tails to wrap their magic around his thighs. I can watch the effect pushing him. Then I move along his arms, and finally along his ribs, allowing the stinging to fall on his back. His eyes once again close, his lips are tight, his jaw clenched, a moan resonates from his chest with each stinging blow. 

His whole body sags, his breath is coming back to normal, as I take his head between my hands."Jessie, look at me." He slowly opens his eyes, they are damp though no tears have fallen. "Your doing very well." I kiss him, he does not yet equate it with tender care. The trust is building. I so want him to desire being kissed.

I lay a trail of kisses along his jaw. Then over his shoulder, lingering at his ropes. Playing along the edges with my tongue. His is again moaning, this time breathy and filled with pleasure. I move along his arms, suckling and kissing over the pink skin, with the angry red flecks. I allow my right hand to linger over his hardening cock.




His Surrender Ch. 02



Then I am kissing his chest. Other than along the edges most of the pink has receeded. My right hand is stroking him bringing him closer, I can feel the tension building tighter. I work my way down over his abdomen, slowly, nipping, suckling, teasing him. His breath is again ragged and shallow. This time caused by pleasure. 

I take him in my mouth, burying him, holding him in my throat. He knows words are expressly forbidden, other than safety, or if he is answering a question. He also knows that if he doesn't get permission to cum he will incur punishment. I have only forced him to fail once. Taking him to the point of begging and not relieving him. Sending him to bed in misery. That will not happen this time.

I feel the change in his body. I feel him struggling not to beg, trying to managing the rising wave. I release him. His body shudders, his hips push forward, his shoulders strain, and his cock bobs. I lean in and kiss him once more. Gentle and teasing I swipe my tongue over his lips without probing his mouth.

I start the deep thudding blows. I pull the tails through my hand compacting and straightening, they land with a single solid blow. There is very little sting, this is almost pure impact play. Although his breathing is heavy, his moans and groans continual, he is relaxed. This is familiar and manageable. His erection does not fail, I am truly pleased.

I stand just in front of Jessie, I lift his chin to look at me. His eyes open, they are damp and begging. I am going to offer him out. I hope he chooses to finish, from his expression he may not. "Jessie, now you have felt the three ways the flogger can be used. I will use all three techniques in combination for four minutes. Then we will repeat what we have already done in reverse."

I lower his arms which allows his hips to bend. His toes rest on the ground, his butt rests against his heels. He is receiving a break."I am going to get us water while you think about this. Would you like to be released right now?"

I return with a single glass of water and allow him to sip through a straw till he is refreshed. I put the glass down and return to stand in front of him. I tilt his face up."Jessie, what have you decided. Would you like to be released?"

A single tear drops down his cheek."No Miss Carol." His voice is soft but clear. It is full of humiliation at the choice he has made. He trembles as I reposition him. Then we continue. By the end of the flogging he is openly sobbing, his body covered in sweat.

I release his ankles and knees, allowing him to pull his legs together, kneeling up. I start at his ankles, unwrapping the ropes, massaging the welts. I remove the ropes slowly, moving my mouth over the welts left behind. Finally, only his wrists remain restrained spread and stretched above him. His cock is trailing a stream of pre-cum to a small puddle on the floor.

"Jessie, you get to choose. If I leave your arms restrained and pull you up so our standing on your toes. I will use my mouth to make you cum. Or I will release you. Then you can lay back and relax and I will use my hand. So should I use my mouth or my hand?" He is tired and needy. I wonder if he will take the rest, or will he choose what we both prefer.

"Please use your mouth Ms. Carol." I tap his shoulder. He moves to his feet, which allows the bar to rest in front of his chest.

"Jessie, rest the bar across the back of your shoulders. Relax, you have permission to cum." That is his cue not to speak. He follows the direction without hesitation. The movement is a little awkward with his wrists attached to the bar. I am going to keep him in this position. 

I run my nails along his arms. It elicits a soft mewing noise. I love the lines and definitions of his muscles. I kiss my way across his chest, suckling each nipple. Nibbling, soft bites, suckling, eliciting more insistent moans. His hips pushing into me. 

I capture his cock in my mouth. Just the head pressing it to the roof and pulsing my tongue. It elicits a gasp and his hips try to thrust into my mouth, I simply lean back retaining my hold on just the head. Finally, I release him running my tongue just under the ridge of its head.

I am playing, I know he desperately wants to cum, but I am going to make it enjoyable not just a release. He has earned the comfort of being slowly brought to the edge, and gently pushed over. I start slowly taking him. His moans are deepening, his hips try to thrust, as I hold him still. 

I take him in moving my tongue around him, gently scraping my teeth on the way out. Moving only the width of my lips deeper with each stroke. When I have captured his whole length he is raising quickly. He is ready to shatter. I pulse for just a moment causing his cock to jump in my throat. The I release his hips and stroke him, with my mouth, following the rhythm of his hips. 

Finally I allow him to simply fuck my mouth. Trapping him again only as he passes the point of no return. Pulsing my tongue just under the head, allowing the cum to pool in the back of my mouth before swallowing. 

I release his wrists, setting aside the bar, I lean into his chest, I tilt my head up."Jessie, kiss me." Unexpectedly he wraps his arms around me, pulling me tighter against him, he crushes my lips. Kissing me passionately, our tongues dance. When he releases me I am breathless.

I remove the cuffs from his wrists, suckling the welts. Massaging the blood back it to his hands. When I finish I curl up in the wing back chair to simply watch him bundle the ropes, put away the bars, and the flogger, before he goes to his room. He often gets lost in his own thoughts. There is something truly beautiful about him.

It has been a long day. I stretch and go to my room, a long hot shower is in order.

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Authors footnote: Now three chapters have been written. Third person, Jessie's and Carol's point of views. Do you have a preference? I'd like to hear your thoughts. Please comment. Happy fantasies and many wet dreams. Ms. Marg.



His Surrender Ch. 03



I wake, stretching my shoulders. The now familiar ache is somehow comforting. I smell coffee brewing. Ms. Carol must have stayed the night. I rub my still tender wrists, remembering the feel of the natural ropes, thinking of Ms. Carol's hands as they bound me. I crave Ms. Carol's hands on me, smelling her, being enveloped by her mouth. I want her to simply be pleased with me

I grab my phone and text "good morning." It doesn't matter that she is here. It doesn't matter that I will see her in less than five minutes. It only matters that Ms. Carol wishes a text from me upon my waking.

I lean in the doorway just watching Ms. Carol. Her already thin frame is baring the brunt of the chaos Frank's heart attack has caused. Her white silk tank and boxers hang loosely around her. Her shoulder blades are sharp, pushing out against the fabric. Her hair hangs in a single fat braid down her back, accentuating how frail she has become. It is interesting being a member of this little family. Carol, Frank and Edward the triad that has fooled the world and built an empire. 

I pull Ms. Carol into to my arms, resting them around her waist. Her head falls back against my chest. It's as if our bodies were built to mesh. My hard cock lies nestled between the cheeks of her butt. Her sigh is deep, soulful, heavy in her chest. I hold her resting against me for a long time time before she resumes cutting fruit.

I unfold my arms, kissing the top of her head. We're quiet together in the morning, so different from the constant chatter that accompanies a morning with Anna Marie. I pull two cups from the cupboard filling them with the steaming brew. I take them onto the balcony where we'll watch the sun rise over the riverfront. Ms. Carol follows shortly carrying two plates of food.

She takes deep long draws from her coffee cup, her fingers wrapped firmly around it. She picks at the fruit on her plate, ignoring both the Greek yogurt and almonds. "Ms. Carol, starving your body isn't going to help anyone." I dip her spoon into the Greek yogurt and try to feed her. I continue to try the entire time we are on the balcony, still she eats very little. My first responsibility is to simply care for Ms. Carol, something she often neglects.

I am doing up our dishes when Ms. Carol returns to the kitchen. She puts her arms around me resting her head against my back. Her breath is warm along my shoulder blade. Her hand wraps around my erection stroking me gently. "Jessie, I'll be going to your first spa appointment with you. After you finish the dishes, please dress exactly the way you were the first time I picked you up." Her voice is soft but stern, the tone that demands compliance.

Pulling on the too tight low rise jeans and mesh shirt brings the humiliation of walking the street slamming back. For the first time in as long as I can remember I am having trouble maintaining my erection. I run my hand over my tightly encased cock, pinching and prodding. It responds immediately, but wanes again as soon as I stop. It's only been six weeks, but I can no longer imagine going back to my life before Ms. Carol.

The spa is in an old Victorian house. The only identifier a brass plate below the door knocker that reads:

Master's Way

Private Spa

Members Only



Ms. Carol uses the knocker. She smiles at me, takes my hand, squeezes and gently caresses my palm. It's a move she often uses to reassure and relax me. I had not been worried before but now I am on high alert. 

The door is answered by a young woman. She is dressed simply, a white silk blouse, a very short black skirt and five inch black pumps. Her long blond hair is in a high ponytail. Her nails are soft pink ovals. A silver medallion with the number 198 hangs from a thick chain around her neck.

"Good morning, Ms. Carol. It is nice to see you." We follow her down the hall as she speaks. "Mistress Naomi will meet you in the parlor shortly. Can I get you anything while you wait?" Her voice is soft and pleasant. She never looks at me or even acknowledges my presence.

"Thank-you Jewel. Some water would be appreciated." It is Ms. Carol's gentle pleased tone, she clearly has a soft spot in her heart for Jewel. I feel a pang of jealousy. It is my place to care for Ms. Carol.

The parlor furnishings are classic Victorian. The heavily upholstered ornate chairs and and couches give a welcoming air. Ms. Carol takes a seat in a wing back chair adjusting the round floral pillow to support the small of her back. She crosses her legs, wrapping them together, tucking her foot behind her ankle. Her arms rest gently crossed in her lap. I stand beside her not sure what is expected of me.

"Jessie, please kneel beside my chair." It's that tone. The one that is simply unquestionable. I take my position without hesitation. A blush and wave of humiliation passes over me. Ms. Carol has never given me a command in public. Kneeling at her feet, in this room, dressed as a common street whore, I am very self conscious.

"Mistress Naomi should be just as few minutes. The bell is on the table if you need anything else Ms. Carol." Jewel's tone is soft and submissive. She hands Ms. Carol the water and leaves. 

It is only a couple of minutes before Mistress Naomi arrives. She is a small woman, barely five foot tall. Her dark hair is cropped close to her head in a Peter Pan cut. Her skin is a soft caramel color, it has a moist dewy quality. Her blue eyes are dark, almost black. Her gaze feels judgmental as it passes over me. If I could make myself any smaller I would. 

Ms. Carol rises to meet her, they embrace warmly. This time it is Naomi's voice that is stern. "Carol, you are bone thin. This situation with Frank must be terribly stressful. Sweetheart you must eat." I am unprepared for the passionate kiss they share. Jealousy, seems to be running rampant in me. Mistress Naomi takes a seat in the wing chair next to Carol. 

They continue to chat for the better part of an hour. It is the first time I have heard Ms. Carol truly relax and confide in anyone. I pay close attention without drawing attention to myself. My legs have fallen asleep and I am uncomfortable, but I will not break my position.

When the conversation turns to a young man named Jacob, her last sub, I find myself experiencing pangs of jealousy again. I learn that he moved on to law school at Harvard, and that Ms. Carol still misses him terribly.

Then both women turn their attention to me. "Jessie, please stand up and remove your clothing." Ms. Carol's voice is soft and supportive, yet the command in it is clear. 

I raise slowly, holding the arm of Ms. Carol's chair. My feet and legs are tingling back to life as I squat to remove my shoes and socks. Undressing in the sun drenched room, before the two women is disconcerting. All of my experience before Ms. Carol was dark and seedy. I have never been naked in front of more than one person. I am unsure how I am expected to behave. 

I start to remove the mesh shirt, watching Ms. Carol's face for clues. Should I be efficient and simply strip quickly or is this a sensual slow show of my body. I run my hand slowly over my abs pushing up the edge of my shirt exposing several inches of skin. I trail my other hand over the exposed skin. Ms. Carol's face remains neutral, the familiar smile missing. 

I change tack and remove my shirt in a single pull over my head. I fold the shirt and lay it neatly with my shoes. When I look up, a smile graces Ms. Carol's face. I remove my jeans similarly. My cock is flaccid, simply hanging between my legs. My eyes are firmly fixed on my feet. A blush covers my skin. This experience is very humbling.

Mistress Naomi rises from her chair, her movements fluid and graceful. She circles me slowly, clearly inspecting every inch of my body. My breath hitches when her hand captures my balls, fondling them feeling their weight. Then she is stroking my cock, pulling it to erection, pinching pre-cum from the tip. Her opposite hand runs over my ass, massaging and kneading my cheeks. I am uncomfortable with her handling me. No one but Ms. Carol has touched touched me since I became hers.

Mistress Naomi moves in front of me, running her hands over my abdomen and up my chest. She plays with my nipples rolling them between her index and forefinger, tugging and pulling them. As uncomfortable as I am, my cock has a different reaction, bobbing and drooling pre-cum, begging for her attention. 

Mistress Naomi pushes up on to her toes, leaning into my chest she pulls my face towards her. I pull back, it isn't planned, I simply react without control. I still have trouble kissing Ms. Carol, I cannot kiss this woman. The bite of her nails into my nipples makes me cry out in pain. She grabs my face again, much more firmly this time. I resist again. I just can't bring my mouth down against hers.

Mistress Naomi releases me. My eyes find Ms. Carol, at first she looks upset with me. I try to silently plead for her understanding. Then a slow knowing smile crosses her face, I breath easier.

"Carol, he is a beautiful young man. But, you need to work on his behavior." Her tone is condescending. It makes me angry. My hands flex trying to hold back my reaction to the way she is speaking to Ms. Carol.

Ms. Carol raises towering over Mistress Naomi. "He is perfectly behaved. He has standing orders not to kiss anyone but me." Her tone is stern and angry. I know she is protecting me. I wonder what that protection will cost me later. Her hand comes around the back of my head. I lean down willingly. 

I kiss Ms. Carol as passionately as I can manage. It is deeper, stronger and more emotionally charged than any previous kiss. We are both breathless when the kiss ends. Something inside of me softens. I am not sure why but I pull Ms. Carol closer and kiss her again. It is a deep Iingering kiss, my cock throbbing against her.

"Jessie, please resume your position next to my chair." Ms. Carol takes her seat once again. This time she curls her legs up under her, leaning against the arm closest to me. The presence of her body so close to me is comforting.

Ms. Carol and Mistress Naomi resume their conversation. This time it is centered on our day at the spa. Again I am listening carefully.

"Carol, I have you scheduled for suite Two B. Gayle will be your primary assistant for the day. Of course your services will be provided by our certified technicians. I noticed you requested an all female staff today, is it an error in the reservation or have your preferences changed?" Mistress Naomi's whole demeanor has changed. She is cool and clinical since their terse exchange of words over my behavior.

"The reservation is correct." Ms. Carol's voice is clipped and sharp. The tone is one I have never heard her use. I am sure the change is because of me. Ms. Carol has promised as long as I am in her care I will never be handled by men. It is clear she has no intention of explaining herself to Mistress Naomi.

"The reservation also indicates you will be receiving treatment along side Jessie, is that also correct." The tone in Mistress Naomi's voice is disapproving.

"Naomi your staff is amazing. They have never made a mistake with a reservation that I am aware of. Your judgmental tone is inappropriate. If it continues I will bring this incident to the attention of the board. You are here to make sure as members, my submissive and I are cared for. It is not your place to judge what that care is." I recognize this tone. It is all business, no nonsense and threatening.

"The services I have listed are: A clay mud bath, a wet eucalyptus sauna, a Moroccan oil body wrap, a deep tissue massage, a colonic for Jessie only, and finally a hot stone massage. Have I missed anything?" The tension in Mistress Naomi's voice is evident. 

The words colonic for Jessie are reverberating in my head. I know what this is and it terrifies me. I have never been penetrated. I know Ms. Carol plans to do so. I have been made to handle the anal toys in the jewelry case several times. But I still find the whole idea as repugnant as I find men handling my body. My breathing has become shallow as I try to push the fear away.

Ms. Carol's hand runs over my head, her fingers playing in my close cropped hair. She deftly massages the back of my neck. She knows my fears, her hand on me is calming. I am very careful to keep my face impassive. I will not give Mistress Naomi something else to jab at Ms. Carol with.

Gayle is sitting behind a small desk when we enter suite Two B. Ms. Carol settles into the large plush chair facing the desk. She places one of the pillows on the floor at her feet indicating that it is where I am to sit. I take my place, curling at her feet and resting my head against her thigh.

Ms. Carol and Gayle discuss everything from my sexual experience and preferences, to the scents Ms. Carol would would like used in my care. Gayle voice is deep and rich with a Caribbean accent. Her smile lights up her face and travels easily to her eyes. Again it is as if I am not present.

When Gayle asks me to stand so she can inspect my body body it isn't at all uncomfortable. She goes over my skin carefully, noting dry patches and my uneven tan. Then she has me kneel. Gayle retrieves a small black velvet bag from the desk. 

Gayle steps behind me, she fastens a heavy chain around my neck. I feel the small round medallion laying against my chest. I am sure it resembles Jewel's. I belong to Ms. Carol, I feel that all the way to my soul. Belonging to Ms. Carol is a warm and loving feeling, the chain and medallion feel more like possession and ownership. 

"Jessie, your submissive number is 459. You will need to wear your medallion any time you are in the spa. It is how we keep track of Ms. Carol's preferences for you. Jessie please relax, we are not here to hurt you. The purpose of this spa is the care and preparation of submissives." The concern in her voice is evident.

"Carol, you know where the changing room is. I'll escort Jessie to the soaking room, join us when your ready." Her voice is still warm but now carriers a hint of command. I stand when Gayle taps my shoulder. Ms. Carol runs her hand across the small of my back as she leaves the room.

The soak room is completely tiled in stone. There are stone benches around most of the walls. There is a large raised dais in the center. A large rectangular tub is bubbling in the center. A woman is pouring a grayish brown powder into the rolling water.  

Gayle settles me kneeling in a prone position next to the tub. Standing at the edge of the dais her hand never leaves my back. We wait quietly as the woman finishes preparing the tub. Ms. Carol is wrapped in a fluffy white terry cloth robe when she joins us. Her hand replaces Gayle's on my back, drawing a deep relaxing sigh from me. 

"Jessie our goal for treatment today is to start removing toxins from your body. The first step is a calcium bentonite clay soak. Clay helps to balance the body with its alkaline pH. Its natural electromagnetic charge stimulates and revitalizes latent cell energy. Its high negative ionic charge gives living clay a strong drawing, pulling, absorbing and capturing quality. You and Ms. Carol will soak for approximately thirty minutes." Gayle finishes her explanation and leaves.

"Jessie, sit up please." Ms. Carol's voice is timid, an unfamiliar quality. I move immediately, allowing my legs to dangle over the edge of the dais keeping my back straight. Ms. Carol loosens her belt carefully sliding the robe off her bare shoulders. They are pale and covered in soft freckles.

Ms. Carol continues to allow the robe to slowly move down her body. My breath hitches as her breasts are exposed. I have never seen Ms. Carol's naked body. Her breasts are fairly small, high and firm. Her nipples are very large, covering more than half of each breast, pale pink in color, with a row of small bumps along the edge.

Her ribs are exposed, the skin drawn tight across her bones, her belly button is pulled almost flat. Her hip bones stick out, sharp ridges on either side of her flat pelvis. Her pubic hair is shaped into a small neat triangle starting at the top of her labia and extending about two inches. Her legs are very well shaped despite being thin. The press would describe her a scary skinny, I know she is simply fragile.

Standing in front of me naked, Ms. Carol's eyes are firmly fixed to the floor, she looks terrified. I want nothing more than to reassure her, take away the fear, the way she does for me. Suddenly, I am overcome by an intense need to kiss her. To hold her against my body and comfort her. 

"Ms. Carol may I kiss you?" My voice is low and tentative. I do not want to make this worse for her.

Ms. Carol's eyes jump to my face, there is a look of confusion. She steps forward into my arms. I pull her to me, crushing her against my chest. I wrap my legs around her hips, capturing her. My mouth finds hers. The warmth of her breath against my mouth, her soft lips pressed into mine, has my heart racing. My cock presses into her abdomen, I want, I need, I desire, it is so strong pulling at me in unfamiliar ways.

Everything in me wants to pull her up so she is straddling me. I want to drive into her, holding her to me. Kissing her. Pumping into her, driving her higher. Watching as she gets lost in the moment shattering into a million pieces. I pump against her hip. Her nails dig into my back. 

I continue pumping against her. My mouth pulling at her lips, our tongues wrapping and playing. Her nails dance over my skin. They alternate between tickling and scratching, occasionally digging in. Both of our moans driving me higher. I am going to cum. I am not going to pull away. I am not going to warn her. I will bear whatever punishment it earns me. 

I am exploding, I push one last time against her. I pull her tighter if that is possible. Holding her to me as if trying to entomb her within my grasp. My cock pulses, emitting a warm puddle between us. I release her mouth and collapse against her shoulder.

Ms. Carol's right hand works its way along my neck, massaging the already relaxed muscles. Her fingers work the back of my head, eliciting new moans. When my breathing returns to normal, Ms. Carol taps my thigh. I relax my legs releasing her hips. I loosen my arms allowing her to pull away.



We relax on the stone benches. The thin slurry that covers our body's changing from deep wet grey, to pale dry grey. It completely obscures our naked forms, making us appear as statues with human heads. It is an odd effect. When we are completely dry two naked women escort us to alcoves on opposite sides of the room.

I am instructed to hold the bar above my head and spread my legs. The young woman begins washing my body. Running warm water over the clay, using her hands to rehydrate and wash it from my body. Her touch is soft, her hands massaging and relaxing me. My cock is once again fully erect, curving against my belly, jumping with her caresses.

When my body is free of clay she turns off the water and begins rubbing a sweet smelling oil into my skin. When she reaches my package she cradles my balls, oiling them using just the tip of her index finger. Her fingers wrap around the shaft stroking me with the oil. 

She is working me, slowly at first, my breath deepening, eliciting soft moans. Then faster, more insistent, I am getting close to the point of no return. If she doesn't stop soon I am going to have to beg. I am holding on looking across at Ms. Carol, her arms stretched up, her hands grasping the bar, her spread body being oiled. 

"Please I am going to cum." My voice is pleading. Ms. Carol is smiling. The woman is still stroking me. It is soon going to be too late. I beg again. "Please, May I cum? please? I can't hold back much longer please?" Her hand drops away. I slump hanging on the bar, breathing to recover. My hips pump involuntarily.




His Surrender Ch. 03



There is a small table out side the door of the wet sauna. Gayle takes cucumber slices and wet washcloths from the bowl of ice water and hands them to each of us. "The steam cycle will start in three minutes, each cycle is ten minutes, you will be steaming for two cycles. Please relax and enjoy." Gayle opens the door for us to enter alone.

The sauna is a triangular room with two tiers of stone benches along the back and end wall. Ms. Carol positions me in the corner of the top bench. One leg stretched out along the bench, the other bent and resting on the lower bench. She stretches out along the lower bench, leaning her back against my bent leg, resting her head against my thigh. 

Ms. Carol places the cucumber slices on her eyes then lays cold cloth over them. "Jessie, please use the cucumbers and cloth to protect your eyes. It's not a blind fold, you can take them off if you need to but please try." She knows first hand how terrified I become. Her voice is cajoling.

I cover my eyes. The fear starts. I breath deeply twice and billowing steam begins to envelop the room. The heat and the infusion of eucalyptus keep me breathing deeply, I begin to relax. I am sweating profusely. Large drops of warm water fall randomly, hitting my body splashing. The sensations are distracting. I can feel the steam starting to dissipate. I become aware of my covered eyes, but the fear does not return. 

I draw several ragged breaths before the infusion of steam starts again. As the steam builds, Ms. Carol begins running her nails along the under side of my thigh and down my calf, her palm grazing the outside of my leg. I moan and my hip lifts, my cock pumps into the air seeking her touch. I gasp when she captures my cock in her mouth.

I keep my moans deep in my chest, the quiet sounds Ms. Carol prefers. I am controlling my breathing trying desperately not to push up into her mouth. Her tongue plays with just the head, moving around every contour, dipping into every depression, flicking at the tip. Her right hand is moving over my abdomen. I am gasping for air. She pinches my nipple hard. I draw a deep breath as she pulls, exhaling in a whoosh and a groan. There is a knock on the door.

I am laid out face down on a massage table. A young woman wearing only a mediation is dipping long strips of unbleached cotton into a warm vat of oil. She started at my fingertips, and is wrapping my limbs mummy style. As she wraps my back she leaves small rolls of the fabric at my side. She carefully rolls me over completing the mummy wrap of my torso. She leaves just my cock and balls exposed.

I look over at Ms. Carol. She is smiling at me. She is enjoying watching my predicament. Watching someone else stoking my cock. A wave of humiliation passes over me, closely followed by a blush. The girl keeps stroking my cock, my balls slap against her other hand with every stroke. I am soon going to have to beg again. 

I can't move. I can't even lift my hips with the wraps and sheets. I look at Ms. Carol one last time, her face is lit by her smile. I only want to please her. I am nearing the point of no return. My voice is truly pleading. I cannot take much more "Please May I cum? I need to cum! please?" The girl drops my cock, slapping it and my balls. I cry out in pain. Tightly wrapped my knees bend slightly put do not pull up.

The deep tissue massage is administered as the oil body wrap is removed. I am both relaxed and on edge. I desperately need to cum. The woman's hands on my skin are warm, caressing manipulating every muscle. Getting at every bit of residual pain. The massage ends with her once again torturing my cock. Experiencing the humiliation of begging someone other than Ms. Carol, is demoralizing. Yet, Ms. Carol's smile deepens at each time.

This room looks like a Dr.'s office. It is tiled in white. There is a comfortably padded table sticking out into the room. There is a machine next to the bed. It has a tube coming out of a pressure gauge and a larger tube going through the machine. They are both attached to a sprayer like plastic nozzle a little over an inch and a half in diameter. Across the room are a camode and a bidet. 

Ms. Carol positions me on my side. She is holding my hand and stroking my body for which I am grateful. I hear the woman enter. Her voice is soft with a hint of a southern accent. "Ms. Carol are you sure you want to stay?" Her hand rests on my hip.

"Reba, I know you can do this alone. But today my submissive requires my attention so I will be staying. Thanks for asking." Ms. Carol is acknowledging my needs, staying for my comfort. But her smile is ominous.

The hand on my hip moves and spreads my cheeks. A single warm lubricated finger massages my hole. Then I am tingling where she has massaged, there is a numb sensation. She is pushing a finger into me. I take a deep breath, trying not to panic. Ms. Carol squeezes my hand. There is a smile on her face.

The woman's fingers slowly spread the numbing sensation. Then she withdraws her finger. Something larger is pushing into me. The numbness is weird, I am uncomfortably full and very aware that she is still pushing that nozzle in. Then it widens and suddenly narrows. I close around it as I feel a flat disc press against my ass. Her hands releases my cheek.

Ms. Carol lifts my chin. "Jessie, your going to roll towards Mae. Hold your plug as you roll. Mae will guide the tubes. Keep your knees up and spread." Ms. Carol's hand is on my cock when I am finally in position. 

Mae fiddles with several knobs. The water starts flowing into me. I quickly become uncomfortable. I am about to beg when the water stops. I need relief from this water desperately. But the machine isn't allowing that yet. Mae is massaging my painfully distended abdomen. I am cramping I need relief. 

Ms. Carol begins stroking my cock. Oh damnit, please not this. Then evacuation starts. My brain is screaming, Stop! this is too much. My breath is ragged, I am getting close. Ms. Carol just keeps stroking me and I keep raising. She has that knowing smile. It commands obedience. I dare not speak or cum. All I can do is obey.

Ms. Carol fondles my cock and balls, allowing me to relax; if you can call it that, while Mae fills me with water again. Then Ms. Carol is stroking me again. The whole process is repeated three times. Tears are streaming down my cheeks but I have not said a word.

The water starts for the fourth time. It is warmer this time. Mae keeps filling me. I can't hold any more. I start begging. Mae massages my belly and stops the water. Both women work my body. I am crying and writhing under their ministrations. Then evacuation starts. Ms. Carol gently tugs my balls and starts stroking me, falling into my preferred rhythm.



I am escalating quickly. I have no choice but to beg. "Please, Ms. Carol. Don't make me cum like this. Please." I am so close. It's soon not going to be a choice. " Please, not like this Ms. Carol." My sobs are choking my words. There are only two choices: allow this to happen or safe out. I close my eyes and just let go. 

The sensations are overwhelming. My body is in chaos, my breathing is ragged, my cock throbbing in Ms. Carol hand. Then I am gone, simply floating, my body is shattering, I am cumming, broken into a million pieces.

Ms. Carol's hand is resting on my chest as I float back. Then the humiliation of what I allowed rushes over me. My sobs are renewed. My chest heaves and my breath is ragged. I allow my eyes to open. Ms. Carol is smiling at me. She leans against my body, her mouth very close to my ear. Her warm breath caresses my neck. "Jessie, I am very proud of you." Her voice is hushed.

I wake very relaxed. I keep my eyes closed just listening. The soft classical music continues to play in the background but there are no other sounds. I open my eyes slowly. The room is dimly lit with an amber glow. Jewel sits quietly beside me her lips curve gently into smile as my eyes open.

Jewel's voice is barely audible when she speaks. "You've changed her you know. No female has ever tended to Ms. Carol or her submissive. No other submissive would have been allowed to defy Mistress Naomi, then been defended in their action. No female, other than Mistress Naomi, has ever been allowed to touch Ms. Carol's submissive " She is watching my face looking for a reaction.

I will not give her the satisfaction of knowing how her statement affected me. "I do only as Ms. Carol wishes, if it is different it is only because she wishes it so."I keep my voices monotone but my heart is singing. After the jealousy I experienced today knowing I am unique is welcome.






Dear Readers:

Thank you for voicing your opinions. I truly enjoy reading what you have to say. Since most opinions were "I'd rather not choose, but..." I will continue to write in both voices, the third person may reappear as I foresee an event neither could tell alone.

If you rate this story a 3 or below please take the time to make a constructive comment. I write to improve as well as entertain. I want to know what you saw as the issues. As long as you are not simply rude or insulting I will leave negative posts up.

Thanks for reading, as always happy fantasies and many wet dreams.

Ms. Marg