Submission Denied

"Thank you, Alan. I guess you know how hot Dommeing Hal made me. I
think I gave him more of his new flogger than he'd bargained for, but
I loved using it on him... loved seeing his ass color up so nicely...
loved his little moans... loved his begging and pleading... and loved
watching him kneel masturbating for me. I had one foot in his mouth
while he did it. It felt so good knowing I was his ideal, the ultimate
live centerfold who actually watched him pull it in his desire to
please me. And who told him to shoot his cum onto the toe of my shoe.
Watching and feeling him lick it all up and swallow was bliss."

All through her speech she continued fondling my cock and balls. "But,
do you know what turned me on even more? It was knowing you were up
here all tied up and listening, knowing you'd have this hard-on for me
when I got back. "Would you like to cum now, Alan? Would you like me
to suck it for you?"

"Stacy, please. Please allow me to kneel and jerk off for you, too.
Please!"

"You know," she said, "that's something only a slave does for me.
You're not my slave yet, Alan. Come on," she said enthusiastically,
"shall I fuck you or suck you, or both?"

The woman I adored with all my heart was offering me what any other
man would consider the epitome of sexual happiness. I was miserable,
so much so my erection was fading. "Mistress," I said, in tears,
"Please take me back as your slave now. I can't stand it any longer. I
must serve you. I must belong to you. Please reimpose your ownership,
Mistress. I've learned my lesson. Honestly I have. What can I do to
get things back to the way they were, Mistress?"

"Alan, things will never be the way they were. If you're sincere, your
servitude will be tested to your absolute limits and probably beyond.
Any semblance of my kindness will be gone forever. What you heard me
do with Hal was really only play. There won't be any play between us.
It will be very real. I don't know if you can do it."

"Please let me try, Mistress."

"One more time, Alan. I'm offering you a well-rounded and complete
existence here, including a great sex life. It's yours for the taking.
If you decide to become my complete and devoted slave, however, any
thoughts you might have had of doing even the most basic of things
must be banished. Let me give you an example. This bed we've shared
would no longer be yours to lie in. You'll never sleep with me again.
Instead, you would be kept in chains on the floor or in a cage. You'll
never sit with me over a meal again. Instead, you would cook it for
me, serve it to me, and take scraps from my hands from your place
under the table. Your slavery would be absolute and complete. I'm not
going to need your decision tonight, Alan. As I told you before, this
is something you must give considerable thought to. Let's talk about
it on the weekend."

Stacy began releasing my arms from their bondage. My cock had wavered
through a series of ups and downs during her monologue and - because
of her imposed delay until the weekend - was now down.

"Don't you want to get off, Alan?" she asked. "I'd be happy to blow
you, suck you until you cum. I'd love to trap your cum at the back of
my mouth, then let it gradually slide down my throat."

Ordinarily, I'd jump on that offer like a kid rushing to a Ferris
wheel. Tonight, I couldn't. Stacy had done an extraordinary
mind-fucking on me, and we both knew it. Nothing happened. We just got
ready for sleep and did so, though mine, I must admit, wasn't quick in
coming. I had a lot to think about, not to mention a raging case of
blue balls.

Driving to the office next morning, I thought about Stacy's ultimatum.
I knew she wasn't kidding about my slavery being far more than what
we'd done up until last week. In my more rational moments, I feared
it. But, overall, I was intrigued. I wanted to be hers. I knew she was
the only woman I knew, or would likely ever know, who could affect me
the way she did. Did I want her current June Cleaver persona? I must
admit there were certain aspects that weren't so bad but no, there was
no way I could live in that vanilla world for long.

Before I got to work, I'd made my decision. But, rather than
spontaneously call right away to tell her, I thought I'd wait a day or
so to let the decision mellow.

Stacy was already home when I came through the door. She kissed me on
the cheek and said supper would be ready in about 15 minutes. I had
time, she said, to go upstairs, get cleaned up and change out of my
suit.

At supper, we talked about our respective days and what went on. I did
not raise the subject of my submission and sensed she was
disappointed. Throughout the evening, we read, watched the tube, had a
snack together and - overall - had one of those really pleasant
evenings at home.

It was in our bedroom around 11, as we were preparing for bed, that
Stacy emerged from the bathroom in her high heeled mules and a new
negligee, a black, see-through number with bra and panties included.

Hot!

Remembering my earlier decision to wait until tomorrow before telling
her I'd irreversibly decided to submit completely, I knew this would
be my last night of equality. When she came near me, I reached out,
took her in my arms, kissed her passionately, and said: "It's about
that blow job . . ."

She laughed, reached for me and stroked my cock to hardness in an
instant. I laid on the bed, enjoying all of her moves, including that
incredible mouth. Her body still excited me... her spontaneity still
made me putty in her hands... her entire being was my strength... my
will... my need to be alive. I enjoyed and cherished every moment. God
knew if I'd ever be in this position again. We slept the sleep of the
innocent, spooning and hugging each other all night long, loving, glad
to be with one another.

At breakfast, Stacy caught my eye, held it, and said, "Last night was
wonderful. I loved every moment of it. But I recognize it for what it
was, Alan. It was your swan song, wasn't it? You've decided to accept
my terms for your slavery."

"Yes, Stacy, I have. Please take me and train me the way you've
described. I need it, Stacy."

"I know you do, Alan. I need it, too, and I need it with you. We'll
begin tonight."

"Thank you, Stacy."

"I'm not so sure you'll want to thank me by this time next week, Alan.
I haven't been exaggerating what I'm going to be doing to you. It will
be very severe."

"I understand."

"No, I don't think you do, but you will."

Her side of the conversation was spoken in very soft yet emphatic
tones. It was only now that I began dreading what she had in store for
me. "Since you have decided to accept my terms, I won't be going to
work today. I have preparations to make. Be home by 6, Alan. At 6 your
life changes forever."

"Yes, Stacy."

"And, Alan. That will be the last time you use my name without
'Mistress' in front of it.

"Yes, Mistress Stacy."

"Off you go. I'll see you at 6 sharp. I wonder how effective you'll be
at the office today."

I knew her last remark was rhetorical. I lowered my eyes, picked up my
briefcase, and left the house. At five to six, I pulled into our
driveway very much aware of the time. I wanted to begin right so
waited in the garage until 6 sharp before opening our front door.
Taped to the mirror in the front hall was a note from her. There was
no way I could miss it:

Slave -- Go to MY bedroom, take off all your clothes, put them away
neatly in the guest bedroom, put on the harness you'll find atop MY
bed, then come to the basement. You have three minutes. Mistress

I rushed as quickly as I could but there was no way I could meet her
time requirement. Five minutes later, wearing only the new harness, I
moved down the stairs to our cellar. The first person I saw was Grace
from the leather and toy store, spectacularly garbed in full leather
regalia. I wondered what she was doing here. Then I looked around the
room. Everything had changed!

Mistress Stacy had obviously put her day toward equipping the rec room
as a full dungeon: Stocks, St. Andrew's Cross, cage, a complete wall
outfitted in leather bondage and discipline implements, hooks in the
floor, ceiling and walls, and all manner of related paraphernalia. My
eyes couldn't be deceiving me but I hardly believed what I saw. Grace
got my attention back by saying, "Welcome to your new home, slave.
Mistress Stacy has asked that I prepare you."

This was the first time I'd seen Grace outside of her store. She was
dressed in a body-hugging, leather catsuit, the legs tucked into a
pair of vicious, spike-heeled boots. "Get down on your hands and
knees, slave, and crawl over to me. Do it!"

Confused, yet knowing Mistress Stacy had set this up, I obeyed,
crawling to Grace.

"Lick them, slave. Say hello to me properly. You will never refer to
me again by any name other than Mistress Grace, no matter where we
are."

"Yes, Mistress Grace," I responded, after having licked her boots.

"Stand up, slave. I'm going to connect all those buckles you couldn't
reach, then I'm going to tie your balls. Don't move a muscle."

I stood, remained silent, watched what I could and felt her hands and
fingers where I couldn't see. By the time Mistress Grace had finished,
my hands were immobile, my balls were separated, my cock was sheathed
and the butt plug - part of the harness - was in my ass.

"There," she said. "You're almost ready for Mistress Stacy. Just one
more minor preparation. Get back down on your knees and bend your head
as close to the floor as you can."

"Yes, Mistress Grace," I said, doing what I could to obey. I watched
out the side of my eye as she reached up to the wall and took down an
intimidating whip, flexed it, snapped it in the air and cracked it on
the floor. She was an expert. Probably all that time spent in the
store.

"And now, slave, I'm going to do what I've wanted to do ever since we
met. I'm going to whip you, long and hard, in preparation for your
true Mistress. Make no mistake, slave, she wants it this way. Mistress
Stacy wants you softened-up before you see her. Are you ready? I am."

She flogged. Harshly. Methodically. Completely. I was in tears when
she hung the whip back on the wall, turned to me, held the back of her
hand to my mouth and said, "Thank me, slave."

I kissed and licked her skin then spoke the grateful words required.

"Now, crawl over to the cross, slave. I'm going to bind you to it in
preparation for your true Mistress."

In a twinkling, Mistress Grace tightly and severely tied me to the St.
Andrew's cross, including a belt around my midsection so I couldn't
wiggle my butt. My genitals were exposed just below the X of the
cross. I heard a door open behind me and the pronounced sounds of high
heels on solid floor. Not a word was spoken until she came into view.
I gasped. Mistress Stacy wore an outfit I'd never seen before, black
shoulder length kid gloves, a black leather halter which hooked under
her breasts thus forcing them up and out with her full breasts
exposed, and a matching garter belt, panties, black nylons, and
spike-heeled boots. I grew more and more excited as I looked at her
body, my cock beginning to swell as she stood before me.

"Welcome to you new life, slave. I wasn't exaggerating . . . and now
you're about to find that out for yourself. I asked Mistress Grace to
soften you up a bit, for a couple of reasons. The first is that your
new life will always involve submission to whomever I wish. Get used
to that concept. The second is that hers was simply a warm-up to what
I'm about to do. I am now going to reduce you to complete and abject
servitude. You will be completely broken, Alan. When you're released
from this room it will be as a fully-trained house pet. My house pet.
Your status will be simply that, no greater than a cherished lap dog.
And that's the way I want you, slave, trained, eager to obey, your
tongue hanging out just for me."

Mistress Stacy was carrying a riding crop and she ran it gently along
my shaft as she spoke. When she'd finished talking, she looped the
leather of the crop's handle around the head of my cock, just beneath
the head, twisting it to tighten the leather thong. I screamed in
pain.

"That's right, slave, scream. I want to hear it. This is only the
beginning."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Stacy had metamorphosed into
exactly what she had told me she would be; a truly compelling and
complete Domina. Even as my cock and my ass ached from those first few
tortuous minutes in our new dungeon, my mind was a cacophony of
conflicting thoughts and emotions. On the one hand I wanted to call
everything off right now and run. On the other, I felt complete in
that Stacy had truly taken those first steps - by word and deed - to
reduce me to true slave status.

I said nothing though I sobbed aloud. She walked behind me and I heard
her snap her fingers. Instantly, the unmistakable sounds of crawling
entered my ears. "And now, slave, I'm going to touch you up a bit
more. Mistress Grace only gave you an hors d'oeuvre. I've got the main
dish. While I use the bullwhip on you, slave Hal will be busy
polishing my boots for me, won't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I heard Hal respond.

"Lick, pet, while I whip Alan. Pay close attention. Don't worry,
though. I'd never use it on you with the force and the pain I'm about
to inflict on Alan. He's my number one slave whereas you're just my
toy. Mark the difference well."

With Hal licking her boots, Mistress Stacy flogged me to the point of
screams and pain and tears, great tears. My legs, thighs, buttocks and
back were marked with a series of crisscrosses, weals, welts and cuts.
Mistress Stacy put a 3" wide collar around my neck, locked it closed,
then attached a leash.

When Mistress Grace released me, I collapsed to the floor then crawled
as fast as I could to press my lips to Mistress Stacy's boot, the one
not being worshiped by Hal. I thanked her, I worshiped her and told
her I was ready to commit myself to her service forever.

She looked down at me and sneered. "Perhaps you are, slave, but I'm
not convinced. Go and beg Mistress Grace to squeeze your testicles.
Show me how much you want to obey."

She was right, of course. I hesitated a split second too long.

She grasped my leash in her hand, pulling it taut, and said, "I see I
haven't been severe enough, slave. You obviously need more convincing.
When I'm through, you'll be anxious to have Mistress Grace's hand
squeezing them."

With those words, Mistress Stacy flogged again, her whip slashing down
as I lay at her feet. There was no subtlety in this whipping. Her only
goal, it seemed, was to inflict maximum pain and suffering. This was
punishment. I ached, cried, moaned, screamed out my desire to be
obedient, to serve her properly.

She stopped.

Mistress Stacy allowed me a moment to compose myself, then asked, "Is
there something you want to do, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said in a breaking voice, and raised myself to
hands and knees. I crawled to Mistress Grace's feet and begged,
"Please, Mistress Grace, please take my balls in your precious hand
and squeeze them. Please squeeze them hard so Mistress Stacy will see
my obedience and my desire to please her. Please."

"With pleasure, slave," she said, bending to her task. I watched as
she slowly extended her hand, wrist and lower arm toward me. I felt
her fingers and her hand wrapping themselves around my testicles,
appreciating her momentary light caress, then I screamed aloud as what
seemed like a vice-grip took the place of her delicate hand.

Mistress Grace held her grip for a long time, clearly taking her cue
from Mistress Stacy. Finally, she released me and I collapsed face
down on the floor, breathless and sobbing.

Some moments later, Mistress Stacy's boots were at my head. "Thank me,
slave, for reminding you of your status."

Through my gasps, I said, "Thank you, Mistress Stacy, for teaching me
I must obey immediately. Thank you for letting me know you won't
tolerate any more of my hesitancy." I kissed her boot to finalize my
statement.

She had me kneel upright, put the end of the leash in my mouth and
told me I could have a few minutes to recover. "You may watch me play
with Slave Hal," she said. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Mistress Stacy," I mumbled around the leash.

She turned on her heel and approached Hal. He had a big grin on his
face and one that could have been interpreted as approval for her
actions with me. At least, that's the way Mistress Stacy interpreted
it. "Is there something that amuses you, slave," she asked him.

"Permission to speak freely, Mistress?" he asked.

"Go ahead."

"Mistress, I liked what you did to your slave and I wanted you to know
how much I approved of it."

Mistress Stacy's face took on a look that I knew from both scene and
vanilla life was one of deep displeasure. "Oh, you did, did you? What
makes you think your input in this area is of any relevance and, more
importantly, where do you get off even having such thoughts?"

Mistress Grace jumped in, "Lighten up, Stacy. He was only saying what
we three have been thinking."

"And what about slave Alan?" Stacy asked. "Perhaps we should get his
opinion, too." She took the leash from my mouth. "Your turn, slave.
Speak up."

I took a moment, looked up into Mistress Stacy's eyes and - biting the
bullet - said, "Mistress. My dedication is entirely focused upon you.
I have no desire or inclination to be under Mistress Grace's control
whatsoever and, as much as I know this might be something you won't
like, Mistress, I am feeling that the approval or disapproval of
people beyond the two of us has no relevance whatsoever. It is you to
whom I pledge my submission and obedience and it is you who I wish to
serve. The presence of Mistress Grace and slave Hal is inappropriate,
Mistress, their opinions, their actions, too. As your slave I know I
must obey... but, as your life partner, I wish to ask that you excuse
them from our relationship entirely."

Mistress Stacy stared at me at length, a smile gradually forming on
her lips. She then said, "He's right. He belongs to me and he had the
courage to say so. Thank you both for being here and supporting me as
I began Alan's retraining. Please get yourselves together and leave
now."

I bowed my head in relief and thankfulness. Mistress Grace huffed and
puffed but Mistress Stacy was unrelenting. Hal attempted to move
toward Mistress Stacy's feet but she stopped him cold. "I won't be
needing your services anymore, Hal. Please leave with Grace. Perhaps
she can fill the void you'll feel without me."

I remained kneeling, the leash once more jammed in my mouth, as the
two prepared to leave. All I could do was watch. When Mistress had
seen them out, I heard her steps fall on the staircase leading back to
me.

She approached with that dazzling smile of hers, stood a couple of
feet in front of me and said, "Thank you, my precious slave, for
helping to bring me back to reality. Neither of them had any business
being here during this very important time for us. You are the man I
want as my full-time slave . . . You are the man I will fulfill my
promise to of taking into deep servitude."

She let a moment or two go by before resuming.

Picking up her whip, Mistress Stacy said, "And now we will continue."