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The submission of sophie (part 2)
(In chapter 1 ~ Thomas and Sophie started their weekend of exploration and discovery in the world of D/s.)A distinguished looking older man,
sixty perhaps, walked up to Sophie and bowed deeply. "May I?" Sophie
turned to look at Thomas and he nodded curtly. Gracefully she rose
and, taking the gentleman's proffered arm, walked on to the floor.
Sophie found he was a wonderful dancer; the sort who could make her feel
as if she was floating on air. They glided easily across the floor, making
an attractive couple. When the music stopped the gentleman escorted her
back to the table, thanked her and bowed to Thomas. Sophie saw a knowing
look pass between the two men and the older man nodded conspiratorially.
Now the orchestra was playing another
waltz. Sophie's partner this time was a tall thin man in his twenties,
he swept her on to the floor and they whirled around to the music.
She felt breathless and intoxicated; perhaps the wine and champagne
were finally kicking in. The tall man held her very close, pressed
to his body; she could feel she aroused him. His hand was placed suggestively
on her bottom. She wanted the dance to end, she wanted to go back to
Thomas but she knew she had to obey him.
After her partner walked her back to Thomas's side she saw the same,
almost imperceptible, nod. A third partner approached and she was whisked
away. Again she was held too close and forced to feel her partner's hardened
member. Then yet another claimed her for a fast foxtrot. This one murmured
in her ear that he looked forward to "seeing more" of her in
a leering voice that made her skin crawl.
Each foray on to the dance floor
ended with Thomas being given that appreciative nod. Sophie's head
was spinning. She longed to just sit by her lover and watch the dancers,
so she was relieved when Thomas told the next prospective partner that
she was going to sit that dance out.
"Well done, Sophie. You are a hit." He said proudly. "I wanted
my friends to see what a jewel I have found."
Sophie smiled and blushed at this praise.
"Now I want you to meet some important people." He stood and offered his hand.
As she rose, couples took the floor
for a lively Charleston and they wove their way between the bobbing
dancers. Thomas stopped at a table where Sophie's first partner of
the evening, the older distinguished gentleman, sat with an attractive
but stern-looking woman of 40 or so. .
"Sit, my dear." The older man stood and gestured to a chair, smiling
at her. "You are a fine dancer and a beautiful girl." Once she was
seated he sat too. "Thomas, you should be very proud." Thomas sat next
to Sophie and smiled modestly.
"Sophie is learning to be a true asset to me." He replied, "She
has a long journey ahead but she is brave and strong."
"Strong willed?" The woman asked quickly, looking sharply at Sophie.
"She is trying hard to bend that strength to use in a new way." Thomas
said, taking Sophie's hand.
"So...She has some resistance to you?" The woman asked insistently.
"She has forgotten herself and misunderstood me once or twice." Sophie
felt Thomas squeeze her hand gently. Sensing that this woman was waiting to trip
her, Sophie tensed and waited.
"So, my dear" the woman said in an overly sweet tone. " You've
obviously captured our Thomas's heart."
"I simply want to please him." Sophie murmured, her head lowered..
"Oh, I'm sure you do that." The woman's sarcastic edge made Sophie
wince.
"So, are you ready to let us see what Sophie has learnt, Thomas?" The
older man asked
"Yes, Jeremy. I willingly give her, she is yours for as long as you deem
necessary."
Sophie kept her eyes down but she
could not believe what she was hearing. Was she Thomas's to be passed
around like a marijuana joint? His words of that morning rang in her
ears, he had asked her if she would obey him unconditionally and she
had agreed.
"We will expect you at 9 tomorrow night. You know the rules ----" Jeremy
was staring at Sophie as he spoke to Thomas and she felt a shiver of discomfort.
Thomas stood and motioned Sophie to join him. Obediently she stood, eyes lowered.
With Thomas once more at her side she started to feel less nervous. He
took her elbow and, bowing to the older couple he turned away.
"Can we go back to the hotel now, Thomas? - Please" she whispered as they got out of earshot.
She had tried not to sound too desperate but she winced as she realised she had called him by his given name. He smiled and kissed her cheek to let her know it was fine now; suddenly she just wanted to be alone with him. Thomas slipped his arm protectively around her shoulders as they walked across the dance floor towards the lobby where their coats were.
He took the black cloak and draped it around her shoulders, then he buttoned him self into his overcoat. Outside, in the chilly wind, he hailed a cab and the two of them climbed inside. Once settled in the warm interior of the cab Sophie heaved a deep sigh and slumped down.
Laughing, Thomas looked down at
her. "Was it really that bad?" he asked.
" Well, I am glad that's over." Sophie said from the depth of the cab
seat. "But I have a feeling it's not the end --." She looked up at
Thomas. He took her hand, cool in his, and brought it to his lips. "Tomorrow
we will both be tested, Sophie. I also will be under scrutiny."
"Why, Thomas? Why do you have to be tested?" She asked trying to meet
his piercing gaze but he avoided her eyes.
"Jeremy and his lady, Amber, are the founders of an exclusive club and I
have been invited to join, it is a great honour. In order to be accepted I must
perform several deeds. I must present a sub that is acceptable to the members,
so far -- thanks to your presence this evening -- so good." She felt him
gently squeeze her hand and smiled.
"What will happen tomorrow night?" Sophie asked moving to sit closer
to his warmth.
"I don't have a clue, but we will both be severely tried I think. You'll
have to be strong, Sophie, for us both." His arm wrapped her to him. For
a few minutes they travelled in silence then Sophie looked up into Thomas' face.
"I love you so much. I would do anything for you - even die." Thomas let out a bark of laughter.
"Good Lord, Sophie, it won't
come to that!"
At the hotel they stopped in the bar for a nightcap and, for one moment,
Sophie felt a pang of disappointment when she saw the two men who had
ogled her earlier were not there. After taking her cloak Thomas guided
her to sit at a table and reached across to smooth some stray hair from
Sophie's face.
"I have never wanted you as much as I do right now." He said hoarsely.
She looked up at him quickly and
saw his dark eyes on her; the longing and passion were there for all
to see. She hardly tasted her martini and felt herself aroused in anticipation
of the night to come.
Upstairs, in their suite, Thomas hung her cloak and his coat in the closet
and turned to her where she stood in the centre of the room. She could
feel his control as he walked slowly to her. With his hands on her shoulders
he drew her to him and kissed her gently on the lips. She allowed him
to penetrate with his tongue and moved closer so that the length of her
body was against him. All at once she felt his arousal and dropped a
hand to acknowledge it. He gave a sharp gasp at her touch and his hands
slid down to the curve of her buttocks. Still their lips were joined
in a long deep kiss.
He broke away from the kiss and scooped her up in his arms, carrying
her to the bedroom. He laid her down with a kiss and turned away. She
watched from the bed as he slowly disrobed until he was naked. He stood
before her, a well-muscled, tall man with dark body hair and an impressive
erection. She smiled and stretched a hand towards the gently bouncing
member but he stepped away out of reach. She raised herself on one elbow
and looked up at him questioningly.
"No clothes please."
She laughed and jumped off the bed, quickly slipping off her dress and
bra. He caught her around the waist as she started to undo her suspenders.
"That'll do. I'll see to the
rest." He said into her neck as he nuzzled her.
He allowed himself to sink to his knees in front of her, keeping his
eyes on hers. His hands slid down her body, over her breasts making them
spring away from his touch. They slid over her belly and hips to her
thighs where they smoothly moved to the insides and indicated that she
should part them.
Her skin felt cool and silken under his touch and she obligingly spread her legs for him. He pressed his cheek to her belly and inhaled her musky scent. It aroused him even more because it told him she wanted him. Sophie rested her hands on his dark hair, conscious of his breath on her and the growing dampness between her legs.
Thomas put a hand on her mons, cupping it. His other hand cupped her buttock. He allowed his thumb to explore the slippery interior of her, dividing the lips, seeking her clitoris. When he found it her legs gave away a little and she drew in a "hiss" of breath. Holding his head more firmly she spread her legs wider, inviting him.
He pressed her back gently so that she fell on the bed with her feet still on the floor and Thomas moved between her bent knees. He buried his face in her, he wanted to bite the sweet, soft skin and she rose to him. His tongue snaked into her, over her, and electricity shot through her as he manipulated her sensitive spots expertly. He took her legs at the knees and brought them up so that her stockinged feet rested on his shoulders. She was open to his mouth and he devoured her hungrily. She could feel his teeth gently teasing her clitoris and arched her back in response. He raised his eyes to look at her face. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and her hands held his head tenderly. When his warm mouth left her she opened her eyes and he settled back on his haunches.
"Do you want me, Sophie?" He
asked softly.
"Yes Thomas! I do want you. Now!" Her voice sounded strangely strangled.
Still he held back, one hand resting on her thigh the other stroking his erection, he was watching her face. She tried to sit but he pressed her back. The scent of her rose to him, hot and spicy and his penis grew in his hand.
"Please ---." She whimpered.
She looked down the length of her own body to where he crouched. She saw her breasts with the nipples painfully erect. Past them her flat belly rose and fell with each breath. Beyond that the low mound of her trimmed mons and her open, waiting thighs.
Thomas' hand was now moving faster as he stroked himself with more urgency. She felt the bed shaking and heard his breath deepen and speed up. With a low moan he came and she felt the warm splatter of cum on her belly and breasts. She had been aching for him and he had denied her his gift of life - wasted it on her skin. She closed her eyes and turned her head away as he stood up.
"Look at me, Sophie." He
said sternly and she did but her eyes were hurt and accusing. "What?" He
asked, knowing that she was mortified at his actions.
"I don't understand..." Her eyes were brimming with tears. "You
knew I wanted you. Why deny me? Who are you now, Thomas my lover or my Master
and punisher?"
"Both - and I did it because I wanted to do ---- this!" And he dove
between her open legs, his mouth devouring her once more. His teeth teased the
puffy pink lips, slippery from her arousal. He tasted her saltiness, her sweetness.
He inhaled her honey-scent. His tongue burrowed in and found the nub of her clitoris,
she arched and moaned desperately.
Sophie felt the start of her climax
as Thomas lapped and sucked at her, his fingers penetrating the warm
moisture of her vagina. He looked up at her and saw her eyes were closed,
her hands clasped at her breasts, squeezing them together. Swiftly
he slid two cum soaked fingers between her cheeks then into her bud
and she gave a little cry of pain. Thomas realised he was the first
to be there and felt a surge of love for Sophie.
He continued to manipulate her with his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers.
She was crying out continually and writhing in ecstasy. As she started
to peak and her climax seemed imminent Thomas withdrew his fingers and
took her hands in his. She groaned as she felt his mouth and fingers
stop their magic and her growing climax fade.
Thomas drew her hands out away
from her breasts and to the side. Sophie lay as if crucified under
Thomas. He looked down at her face; damp with perspiration and, with
a growl he drove hard into her. Her breath was driven out in a grunt
and she felt him fill her. He moved languorously at first, rising right
off her in a series of push-ups. The effort made him shake and the
tension heightened the sensations of his arousal. Sophie lay passively
beneath him, her eyes wary and veiled. Thomas knew she felt hurt and
betrayed by him but also knew he had to teach her trust and to allow
him to lead, to possess her.
In spite of her anger and disappointment at Thomas' actions, Sophie felt
the increasing pressure of her climax building in her. She could not
deny Thomas her love or desire; In
fact, she thought, He
owns me, body and soul .
Thomas increased his thrusts, speeding up and dropping down to cover her body with his. He used his hips to rise and thrust into Sophie and she opened to him. He recognised her softening by the subtle change in her body as she accepted him. He allowed her arms to wrap him and she moaned his name softly into his ear. He knew she would come soon and it made his orgasm approach faster. The fine pulses starting to flutter along his cock and her tightening grip were the first stage.
Next the soft grip of her flesh around him grew intense, almost squeezing him. He felt drawn in to her, waves of muscles pulsed around him and he exploded into her. For what seemed like half an hour, she pulsed and squeezed around him heightening and prolonging his climax. He groaned loudly as she arched taking him deeper unto her and then fell, back limp beneath him, exhausted.
He lay above her, taking his weight on his elbows. Beneath him, her face was a peaceful, with eyes closed, expressionless. He leant down and kissed her closed eyes.
"Are you alright, Sophie?" He whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.
"Oh yes, Thomas...I mean Master." And they both laughed as Thomas rolled off her and moved to hold her.
She turned her back and he formed his body to hers feeling her accommodate his member between her thighs.
"Get some sleep, my love. Tomorrow you will need to be rested." At his words she felt a thrill of apprehension. What would this "club" be like and what would she be expected to do to be accepted by Thomas' friends, she wondered as she drifted off into a deep sleep cradled in her lover's arms.
~~~~~~88~~~~~~
The dawn was clear and sunny and Sophie stretched her body along the sleeping torso of her new master. He stirred and smiled as he realised what had woken him. Rolling to face, her he kissed her.
" 'Morning little sub." He
grinned. She kissed him back lightly and threw the covers back leaving
them both exposed to the chilly, morning air.
"Hey! That's not a very nice thing to do to your Master, is it?" He
asked in mock indignation.
She gave a little laugh and left him lying there. She had been nervous, taking that liberty, because she was still unsure of where the boundaries were for her behaviour as Thomas' sub. She was relieved he had taken it lightly and went for her shower, humming to herself. Thomas lay back, having retrieved the covers, and listened to the sound of Sophie in the shower. His thoughts wandered to the previous night, his triumphant presentation of Sophie as his sub and the way those occurrences had heightened their love making afterwards.
He knew he could teach her great skills, bend her will to his so that she willingly gave of herself to - and for him. It excited him to think of the sensation she would create at the club that night and yet he also had a slight feeling of concern for himself. Would he be able to present the front expected of him? What tasks or problems would he and Sophie face? His acquaintance with Jeremy and Amber had taught him that weakness was not tolerated by either of them.
He did not really understand why
joining this exclusive club meant so much to him but for the present
it consumed him. Nothing seemed more important than being accepted
into the inner sanctum of this group. For once he was not solely responsible
for the outcome of his actions, he had to rely on Sophie now and he
was not used to depending on another. He could hear her singing as
she showered. Could this slip of a girl help him achieve this goal,
he wondered. She was certainly learning fast but she had made several
blunders, Thomas knew that if she made any mistakes or showed weakness
later that night at Jeremy's they would both be rejected.
He sat up as Sophie emerged from the bathroom, a towel around her waist
and another in a turban on her head. She smiled impishly at him and sat
on the bed. " Your turn..."
"Right, I won't be long. Then we can go out and get some breakfast."
He disappeared into the bathroom. Sophie looked at the crumpled, discarded dress she had looked so ravishing in the night before. The elbow length gloves lay with the little evening bag on the bedside table. She idly picked up the bag and opened it. To her surprise there was a small envelope in side that hadn't been there before.
Looking at the closed bathroom
door she sat on the bed and opened the envelope, smiling to herself.
What new surprise had Thomas arranged? Inside was a small card with
a picture of a black rose on the front. The words in the card were
simple and sent a chill through Sophie. " You
will fail tonight,
little bitch, and shame Thomas for ever ." It
was unsigned and the script was neat and feminine looking. Folding
the cards back into the envelope she wondered what she should do now.
Who had sent this poisonous note to upset her? Should she tell Thomas
and risk setting him up for failure? She slipped the envelope back
into her purse and pushed it away.
When Thomas emerged from his shower she still was not dressed. He saw,
from her face, something had shaken her. "What is it, Sophie?" He
asked, towelling his hair.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about tonight." She said, thinking quickly. "What
shall I wear? I don't have a clue if it is a "dressy" do or casual."
"You don't have to concern yourself with that. It will all be arranged for
us. Now --. Breakfast?"
Sophie hurried to ready herself
to go out with her lover. She wore a cream silk shirt with a pair of
bootleg jeans over ankle boots and shrugged on her winter jacket. Her
hair was loosely tied back in a ponytail and her face clean of make-up.
To Thomas she looked like perfection and his heart swelled with pride
when he saw her turning heads on the street as they walked to the coffee
shop.
All that day Sophie worried about the night ahead. She was still not
sure quite how to behave with Thomas. They had been acquaintances, friends
first, meeting through a mutual friend. Then, in a matter of weeks, they
became lovers. Their intimacy was complete, she thought, until Thomas
told her about D/s. He had said it would increase her pleasure to give
away her control in their lovemaking.
Sometimes, when the mood took him, he was quite violent in their lovemaking, but always acutely aware of her. So far she had not had to stop Thomas because he watched her reactions carefully. Sophie found the times when Thomas seemed almost out of control and violent both exciting and arousing.
The day seemed to crawl by. They both tried to keep busy, never mentioning the evening to come but, always, the subject hung in the air. If Thomas was nervous he hid it well making Sophie more acutely aware of her own jitters. As the time came to get ready they showered but, at Thomas' insistence, Sophie remained undressed. She stood, wrapped in her terry robe wondering what clothing he would produce for her but when he went to the cupboard all he produced was the black velvet cloak. He also had a heavy cloak reaching to the floor. On their feet they wore flat mule-style sandals.
Sophie accepted the peculiar choice dress and was strangely aroused, naked under her cloak. Thomas took Sophie by the shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"You look stunning as usual, my
love." He smiled. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." She whispered, then "Thomas, I am
so nervous!"
"Don't be, you surpassed my greatest hopes last night. Just trust yourself,
trust me. We will both be fine." He gave a small smile. "I hope." He
added.
A limousine waited downstairs for them, it's engine purring seductively. They
settled back into the luxurious seats and tried to relax. The journey to Jeremy
and Amber's home was through open country, along narrow, dark tree lined lanes.
The moon was rising, almost full, adding drama to an already tense evening.
"As soon as we enter the house
you and I are Master and sub, Sophie. Remember that." Said Thomas squeezing
her hand and Sophie felt a thrill of anticipation.
The limo pulled through the gate onto the curving driveway of a large rambling
mansion and stopped at the steps to an ornately carved door. It swung open
as the two stepped from the motor and a couple stood there, a tall man in a
black fitted costume and a beautiful brunette in a similar cloak to Sophie's.
The two striking looking people graciously welcomed them in.
Once inside they were separated and
Sophie looked back over her shoulder as Thomas was ushered away up a flight
of broad stairs by the woman, her hand lightly on his shoulder. The man took
Sophie's elbow and guided her to a doorway. Not a. word was spoken and Sophie's
started to feel really worried, she wondered why they had been separated,
she hadn't expected that. Without Thomas she felt vulnerable and afraid.
The room she entered was a dressing room; several other women of varied ages
and sizes were repairing make-up and brushing out their hair. When she turned
back, Sophie saw her escort had vanished.
In the distance a loud gong sounded
and the women looked at one another, smiling. Almost as one, they dropped
their cloaks and stood naked. Sophie hesitating for a second and the women
stared at her so she followed suit. They filed out and walked to the foot
of the broad stairs that Thomas had disappeared up. At the top stood Jeremy
with Thomas by his side, both in loose robes that hung open at the front
revealing tantalizing glimpses of the two fit and trim bodies, one young
and buff the other older but still muscled and attractive.
"Welcome, ladies!" called Jeremy. "Amber awaits you in the great
hall. Thomas and I will meet you all there in a few minutes. Please show Sophie
the way."
The group of women turned away from Jeremy and Sophie felt many hands hustle
her forward. They entered a great hall with an enormous fireplace containing
a roaring fire. The lighting was dim so the flames of the fire made flickering
shadows on the high ceiling and the people standing around could be seen as
giant shadow-versions of them selves on the walls around the room. There was
a low murmur of voices as people greeted each other and Sophie could feel an
undercurrent of excitement.
At one end, on a small raised dais,
sat Amber. She looked very different from the way she had looked at the dance
when she had made Sophie feel so uncomfortable. Her hair was pulled back
severely and she was dressed totally in black leather. She stood and slapped
a crop against her leather-clad thigh, making a loud crack. The room was
instantly silent and all heads turned her way.
"Gentlemen. Ladies. Doms and subs. W/we are gathered here to witness the
raising of Thomas Hillington to the status of Master. He has been exemplary so
far, meeting all criteria. Tonight is his final trial and we are here to bear
witness to his success..." Here she paused looking around. Her eyes fell
on Sophie and she continues. "...Or failure."
As she finished speaking a small group of men, all dressed alike in the loose
open robes, walked in. In the centre of the group was Thomas, Sophie couldn't
catch his eye and felt even more alone.
"Sophie?" Jeremy called out casting his gaze over the gathering. "Come
forward, please."
Timidly and painfully aware of her nakedness,
Sophie moved forward until she stood apart from the others.
"Good. Now you will show us that you are obedient to Thomas...and so, to
us all."
He directed her to a low bed being wheeled
to the centre of the room and she sat on the edge looking vulnerable and
a little pathetic. From his position in the crowd, Thomas watched her; he
knew she was frightened and feeling alone. He longed to go to her, reassure
her, but he knew that it would be perceive as weakness on both their parts.
Sophie was made to lie on the bed and two women took her wrists and ankles,
tying them so that she was spread-eagle and exposed to all. She was choking
back tears; this was worse than she had expected, but she knew that to help
Thomas she had to play her part well. She lay looking around at the blur of
faces until; suddenly Jeremy's face loomed over hers. He was not smiling.
Sophie closed her eyes, she had seen the enormous size of Jeremy's erection and knew it was for her.
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