Jake stood up at the podium in front of three dozen people, men and women. The local Munch organizers had asked him to give a brief lecture on the misconceptions about submission, and he had readily agreed. He cleared his throat and ran his hand through his short black hair.
"The primary misconception about submission is that submissive partners are somehow weaker than their aggressive, dominating counterparts," he began. "On the contrary, it takes a remarkable inner strength to be able to endure punishment and humiliation. Allowing another individual to mold you into an improved version of yourself is the ultimate, most intimate bond."
"Finding the right Domme can be challenging," he said, "But when you do find that person, the rewards can be incredibly fulfilling for both people. The submissive offers their devotion in exchange for a firm hand," he paused, smiling at the crowd, "A Domme offers stability and guidance in exchange for that devotion. The Domme becomes a kind of benevolent despot."
"The D/s relationship requires a profound closeness, all barriers and insecurities fade away, and what is beneath is an unbreakable bond, not just for those that submit, but for the Domme, as well."
Jake's speech continued for several minutes and then the next speaker came on. He walked to a nearby sink and took a sip of water. When he stood back up and turned to watch the next presentation, she was standing next to him. Her hair was auburn red, with green eyes that seemed to grab the light around her face, and she said, simply, "Hello. My name is Amber."
He only smirked, asking, "Is that a fact?"
She smiled, ignoring his sarcastic tone. She asked, "So I was wondering if you could help me with some questions I have?"
He looked her up and down, and said "I don't think so."
"Please. Reconsider." She put her hand lightly on his arm and leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I want to serve you."
"You're serious?" He already knew the answer because she had been asking around about him for weeks. "Well I guess we'll see how serious you really are." He took a pen from his pocket and grabbed her arm suddenly, writing on her hand, "Be at this address, at precisely 10p.m." He reiterated, "Precisely. Not early, not late. Can you do that?"
She smiled and nodded, eagerly.
****
Amber waited up the street from Jake's house, staring at the clock. She estimated it would take her two minutes to walk from her car to his doorstep, and she was determined to follow his instructions to the letter. She wore a black, slinky drape neck top that accentuated her large breasts, a tight black mini-skirt, and silver heels. She felt both incredibly sexy and incredibly nervous. It was exhilarating to not know what the evening would bring. Her heart was pounding.
Summoning her composure, she got out of the car. As she walked, she counted down the seconds, timing each step perfectly. On her final approach to his doorstep she felt a sudden surge of fear, and took a deep breath, calming herself. Unsure if she should knock or not, she waited the last five seconds, trying to decide what to do.
The door swung open and there he was. Jake smiled ever so slightly as he said, "Please, come in."
The door slammed abruptly. Amber jumped and he chuckled, "Sorry. Just checking your nerves. Relax." His voice was soothing, comforting. He pointed to a black leather couch and she sat down. "It's important that you know you're safe here, if you choose to stay. But I have to caution you. I have a tendency to push people hard. Are you sure you're up for this?"
She nodded hesitantly, "I think so. Yes."
"Yes, sir." he abruptly corrected her.
"Yes, sir," she repeated.
"Excellent. Now stand up."
"Yes, sir!" She jumped to her feet in front of Jake, smiling.
"An attractive dress," he observed. "Did you think this would impress me?" His tone was emotionless.
"Yes, sir!" Her voice was elated, her confidence boosted by his comment.
"I find your attempt to please me presumptuous. You do not know what pleases me." He sneered and then traced his index finger from her neck down to her breasts. He grabbed the fabric of her dress and suddenly tore it.
She gasped, "What are you doing?"
He ignored her, continuing to rip her drape neck top dress until she was standing in her underwear in front of him, somewhat terrified. "You have not earned the right to clothing, yet, slave. Take off the rest yourself."
She took off her underwear and stood in absolute silence. In spite of her nervousness, she felt intensely aroused by his outburst. Her pierced nipples hardened.
He walked around her several times soaking in her nakedness. Then, he said, "Stand up straight and stand still. Keep your arms at your side, palms against your thighs. This will be known as Position One. Do you understand, slave?"
She nodded.
"I did not hear you, slave."
"Yes, sir. I understand your orders." She felt a thrill as she said it.
"I see that you shave," he remarked, "This does please me. You will always be shaved."
"If it pleases you, sir."
"Kneel," he ordered.
She knelt and looked up into his eyes with a lustful intensity. He pinched her nipples hard and she let out a soft whimper. She stared at his pants, hungry for his cock.
"Put your hands, palms down, on your thighs and stay kneeling with your weight on your feet. Elbows tucked in." He moved her body into the position he described. "This will be known as Position Two." He walked around her slowly, in circles, admiring her body. "Put your ass in the air, slave."
Amber quickly obeyed. She stayed on her knees and lifted her ass high into the air. Her pussy was wet. He gently ran his finger up and down her pussy lips and he flicked her clit his thumb just once.
"This will be Position Three. You will hold your ankles while in this position. Do you have much experience having your asshole played with?"
"A little, sir." As she spoke, she felt his spit trickle down her ass crack.
"You have too much freedom of movement out here. Follow me, crawling."
"As you command, sir." She crawled behind him as he slowly walked into the next room. Her eyes got wide when she saw the contraption in the center of the room. It had leather ankle cuffs attached to a leg spreader bar and a series of adjustable straps and levers. She crawled onto the black leather center piece and waited.
He helped her get into the right position and began strapping her in. She looked at him, intently, but unable to move. His expression softened along with his voice, "Listen. All you have to do is say your name. Just say the word, Amber, and I'll unhook you at any time and you'll be free to leave. You are always safe with me." He finished strapping her in and bent over and kissed her softly without aggression. "Do you understand what I've said?"
"Yes, sir!" Her hands were in leather cuffs close together, tying her to the leather cushion with very little room to move. Her ankles were locked into the contraption and her legs were spread wide with her ass pointing up in the air. Her heart was pounding.
"I will cause you both pain and pleasure." He pulled a large blue butt plug out of a drawer. He covered it in lube and began tracing it in small circles around her asshole. He continued, "I will you use your body as I see fit." He pushed the butt blug into her ass ever so slowly, rotating it as he pushed. Amber moaned as her ass engulfed the blue toy. "You like having your ass filled, slave?"
"Ooh. Yes. Yes, sir." He started rhythmically pulling the butt plug most of the way out, rotating it slightly and sliding it back in. Her moans grew louder with each push. Her voice was quickly growing ragged. She screamed, "Oooh...fuck!" He knelt down behind her and lightly licked her pussy lips. She was already soaking. He enjoyed the way she tasted, and inched down to her clit, all the while fucking her ass with an increasing rhythm of rotating plunges.
Suddenly, Jake jammed the butt plug into her ass all the way to the hilt. She cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. Her ass felt so full. He tapped on the plastic base of the butt plug, each tap making Amber squirm. "You took that quite well. Enjoyed it, even. I wonder how long you can keep it in there."
She felt teased and it was turning her on even more. He kept licking her clit intermittently until she finally demanded, "Just give me your fucking cock already!"
He stopped his teasing and stood, "Did someone tell you that you could speak, slave? I don't recall that." Before she could respond she felt the sharp pain of his hand against her left ass check. It stung, but it also felt good. For a moment she just soaked in the experience and did not answer. Then, the second slap came, harder than the first, and in exactly the same spot. "Well?" He asked, impatiently. She moaned, saying, "No, sir."
"Maybe I'll just leave you here like this for hours." He chuckled, and then he asked, "Would you like that, slave? Being left here, neglected? I might leave you here long enough to collect dust."
Amber whimpered at the thought. Jake stood in front of her face. She stared into his eyes with a hungry lust. Her eyes focused on the bulge in his pants and she stuck her tongue out, begging without using any words.
