Accepting His Fate

They lay on the bed together, he on his back and she propped up on her elbow. Slipping her hand across, she began to trace the outline of his penis through his new satin pyjama trousers. She felt it begin to stir. ‘Would you like me to train you to be more submissive?’ she asked. Mike knew that was indeed what he wanted her to do but asked so directly, her question filled him with doubts. What was she planning? Now he’d expressed his willingness, could he go through with it? Did he want to go through with it? After a short pause, Mike cautiously enquired, ‘What do you want me to do?’

By the look on Andrea’s face he immediately knew he had annoyed her, but she remained calm and collected. ‘That is for me to decide, all you are required to do is give your consent. We have reached the point Mike, where you must decide whether you will submit to my authority without knowing what I might impose, or whether you will chicken out; in which case there won’t be any more nice treats like today, no more frilly knickers, no more beatings’.

‘Which is it to be?’ she asked looking him coldly in the eye. Mike couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to submit to her, but what was she planning? It didn’t seem as though he had any choice. ‘Yes’, Mike replied ‘Yes, what?’ she asked, determined to draw out his full consent. ‘Yes I would like you to train me to be more submissive’, he confessed. ‘No matter what I might impose?’ Andrea insisted. ‘No matter what’, he agreed.

‘Good’, she replied having obtained his unconditional agreement. Andrea allowed herself a smile of satisfaction; and as she continued to stroke him his erection became firmer. ‘Your hardness proves you want it as much as I do, so don’t ever question my authority again.’ Blushing, Mike nodded but then looked away ashamed, knowing she was right.

She continued to gently trace the outline of his erect cock. ‘You like wearing pretty things … it turns you on doesn’t it?’, she enquired. He croaked his assent. ‘Good. I much prefer you in ladies underwear’, she replied, still stroking him through the shiny fabric, adding, ‘and these satin pyjamas are much nicer to snuggle up to than a man’s cotton ones. But not only does wearing satin and lace obviously turn you on, it also makes you more docile; so tomorrow you will dispose of all your male underwear and wear panties all the time … even to work.’ ‘But what about when I have to change to play squash?’ he asked, horrified at the thought of being caught and ridiculed in frilly knickers by his colleagues. ‘Don’t worry’, Andrea replied, ‘I’ll let you have some very plain cotton briefs which won’t attract attention; but they will be ladies panties, so don’t let anyone see the label!’

Thinking back to what Julia the assistant in the lingerie department had said, Andrea went on outlining her plans for Mike. ‘I want you to start doing house work on a daily basis. I might allow you to wear a frilly apron with your underwear … I expect you’ll find that exciting!’ His erection twitched under her hand, signalling his agreement. I might even make you buy a maid’s dress in your size.’ He blushed at the thought; but Andrea sensed his erection throb under her hand.

‘You will also have to get used to performing your domestic duties in high heels’, continued Andrea, ‘as this will make you more careful when you walk and will hopefully make your movements more graceful. Once you have achieved a satisfactory standard of deportment, I will decide how you domestic training can proceed further.’ She paused to collect her thoughts.

‘To demonstrate your true submission you will have to get used to making love like a woman.’ She left the last comment hanging and he felt compelled to ask what she meant; hoping to be reassured. Her reply was not in the least reassuring however. ‘Unless I feel the need Mike, as my little she-male you can keep your willy inside your knickers; and being my feminised companion, you can make love to me as another woman would - with your mouth’.

‘In between times I want you to get used to being on the receiving end of lovemaking and until you do, you’re going to have quite a sore bottom! It’s quite apparent to me you are deeply submissive, therefore I shall require you to submit to regular penetration. I think the best way to train you will be to make you wear a harness holding a dildo in place while you clean the house. At least it will tame any remaining male arrogance.’ Mike couldn’t argue with the fact he found any anal stimulation highly erotic; but while his mental reaction to this suggestion was that she was going too far, he hadn’t the courage to challenge her.

Whilst talking she continued to stroke him through the light fabric of his trousers. She wanted him hard and this would be his third time today after all. The thought of being able to make him do whatever she wanted was making Andrea wet. She rose and knelt astride his thighs. Undoing the bow which fastened the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and drawing the two sides apart; for the second time that day she drew a condom down the length of his erection before undoing the padded satin buttons which held his jacket closed.

Reaching back to the bedside table, she picked up a pair of sprung nipple clips. Hearing the chain which linked the clips rattle across the edge of the table, Mike knew what was coming; but that did nothing to lessen the sharp stabbing pain that penetrated one nipple and then the other. Leaning over her charge, Andrea watched him grimace and press himself into the mattress, as she allowed each clip to close in turn on his nipples squeezing them flat. Andrea waited until she sensed from his reactions that the stabbing pain had changed to a burning ache.

Holding him in her hand she rubbed the head of his penis backwards and forwards along her slit, before settling down onto him with a sigh. She pushed down on him seeking depth of penetration; and, feeling the head of his erection nudge the neck of her womb, rocked against him in a motion that maintained that depth whilst tugging on her clitoris. Reaching forward Andrea took the chain which joined the two clips and gradually applied pressure until she had elongated his nipples. Seeing them whiten as the blood was squeezed out and feeling him twitch within her, she heard him grunt with discomfort despite his lips being tightly pressed together. ‘A girl’s nipples get ever so sensitive during lovemaking don’t they?’, she wondered out loud, though she expected no reply as she gently replaced the chain on his chest.

She rose until she could just hold on to his tip with the muscular ring at the entrance to her pussy and continued to tease him by contracting her muscles around him. Maintaining her position she looked down at the supine figure below her and announced, ‘I’d like to tie you face down to the bed and watch another man screw you!’ This brought him up on his elbows causing the chain to slide down his chest and jerk the clips. He flinched as it reached the end of its movement. ‘No, please, I couldn’t!’ he exclaimed. Tightening her muscles around him, she lunged down like a lift out of control. Her vulva ground against him and he fell back against the pillows. ‘You’re mine and I will do whatever I want with you!’ she announced triumphantly as she felt him twitch as he was about to come. Reacting quickly she slid her hand down and pressed hard against her bud, setting off the waves of contractions before it was too late.

As she’d spoken the words, Andrea had no intention of making Mike submit to another man; but as her orgasm swept through her, the thought of him doing so only added to its intensity. As her breathing slowed, Andrea lay slumped on Mike’s chest; musing over how she might use this to drive him deeper into submission, once he was used to doing the housework, teetering round on high heels, in a maid’s dress.

Andrea was sure getting him a nice wig and teaching him to wear make-up, would make it a fun game for him. Once he was trained to accept regular penetration … perhaps even started to look forward to it Andrea supposed; then perhaps the prospect of being required to make love with another man wouldn’t be so repugnant to him?

If she was going to encourage Mike to develop his ‘bi’ side, Andrea mused, there was one activity he was going to have to learn to accept; and in the meantime, learning to love the taste would be a good way of enforcing his humility. Lifting off him, Andrea felt his limp cock slip out if her. Slipping the condom off his sticky but soft member, for the second time that day, she deftly slipped the open end between his lips. Then holding it up by the teat, she squeezed the contents into his mouth. ‘Roll it round your mouth and then swallow it!’ she commanded; and despite his evident revulsion, for the second time that day, Mike did as she required.

This is an extract from the novel Vows of Submission, which can be accessed at http://www.lulu.com/content/221656