Submission Of The Soul

Freya sighed as she waited on the park bench. She was impatiently tapping her foot, checking her phone at regular intervals. Served her right for being early. All she had to go off was a strange text from a girl she barely knew, and now that girl was late to the meeting she'd arranged.

Despite her frustration, Freya did her best not to let it get to her. The message

had

sounded rather urgent, even if it hadn't really told her anything. She shared a couple classes with Nadine, and they'd made small talk a couple times before. Nothing major or noteworthy. Contrary to her own outgoing nature, Nadine was rather shy and mostly kept to herself, at least from what Freya had been able to tell. One time she'd actually seen Nadine on Tinder, and even swiped right on the girl out of interest. But there was no match, so she figured it wasn't worth pursuing. She'd assumed that would be the text message. Which had ultimately led to her current annoyance of having her time wasted.

Still, she was willing to overlook being a bit late. Freya considered herself to be a patient and understanding person. Provided there was a good reason for all this in the first place.

Just as she was about to send another text message asking Nadine where she was, the girl emerged from around the corner. Her cheeks were flush and there were drops of sweat visible on her forehead, which brought Freya a strange bit of satisfaction. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts of pettiness from her mind. Nadine clearly needed something, and she was pretty cute as well, in a nerdy sort of way.

"So. Extra strange matter that you can only explain in person, and need to talk to me about in private right away. Is that it?" Freya cocked an eyebrow as the other girl came to a halt in front of her, still breathing heavily from her rush. Although she wasn't actually upset, Freya wasn't going to pass up on the chance to make her squirm a little. And squirm she did as she struggled to meet Freya's cool gaze.

"I... it's... sorry, I'm not even sure where to begin." Nadine was awkwardly licking her lips as she spoke. "You know, it's probably better if I just show you. Then we can figure out where to go from there." Before Freya could react, Nadine pulled up her shirt. Not the whole way up. Just enough to show off her midriff. Or more specifically, what was

on

it. A simple set of words were written in plain black lettering on her skin, clear as day, right on the side of her abdomen.

Freya Dolhorn's Personal Slave.

"It appeared when I woke up this morning. I think it's a Soulmark." She paused to let the words sink in, to let Freya comprehend the full implications of what she was saying. "If this means what I think it does... I'm yours to command. You own me now, Freya, however, was still feeling rather sceptical. There was one major concern on her mind before she was willing to fully believe what Nadine was saying.

"Okay, but Soulmarks or whatever the fuck you're calling them aren't real. Like, that's not a thing that's ever happened to anyone." She was still trying to wrap her mind around what Nadine's plan was. "You're saying those words showed up on you out of nowhere and now you're just magically bound to me?"

Nadine nodded. "It's true. I get that it's not common, but I've heard legends about this type of thing before. Where somebody gets a mark on their body, and it indicates who they're bound to by fate. Often it's romantic, but sometimes like this it's... steamier."

"Sure. And these legends, of course they're about real people and not just fanfiction, right?"

A fierce blush spread across Nadine's cheeks. "Look! I don't know how it works either, but these words appeared out of nowhere. And I have this strange innate sense that you're the type of person who would enjoy the, um, sexual nature of having control over someone."

Freya immediately narrowed her eyebrows, her expression transforming into a fierce glare. "You think I'm someone who will just get off on owning somebody like property and taking control of their sex as my own?"

"No! Um, of course not!" Nadine was quick to backtrack her own words. "I didn't mean to imply that, and obviously I wouldn't try to put you in that sort of situation. That would be absurd."

"Shame. Because I totally am into that kind of stuff and that scenario sounds really hot." Freya smiled as she watched Nadine's eyes bulge at her forwardness, and her subsequent efforts to try and salvage the conversation.

Nadine's mouth hung open for a moment, evidently lost for words. Then, with a start, she snapped her fingers and returned to attention. "See, I was right! I should've trusted my intuition. That's the only way I could've known you're into that kind of stuff. Like I said, it's proof that our fates are intertwined somehow!"

Freya shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, but I'm also part of a few local kink groups. Also I've got "kink friendly" and "domme" on my Tinder profile. So while I don't go around advertising it, it's not like it's a deep hidden secret of mine either." She paused for a moment to tap her chin. "Speaking of which, was there a reason you didn't swipe right on me? If we were meant to be or whatever, that probably would've been an easier place to start than the universe giving you a magical tattoo."

There was a moment of silence between the two of them. Nadine was staring at her feet, looking somewhat bashful. "You... you swiped right on me?"

"I did, but I guess you're not interested. Which is a shame, because you would've made a really cute sub. Oh well." Freya kept a blank face, masking her emotions and forcing Nadine to be the one to escalate further.

And escalate she did, although she did so at her own slower and more awkward pace. "I-I'm sorry for that. But it's not too late! See, this must be fate at work, righting the wrongs of the universe, because we're

meant

to be together. How else could you possibly explain this magical writing on my body?"

Once again, Freya looked at the girls' midriff, although this time she stared at the words with much more scrutiny. Although they were clearly written, there was a bit of a shine to the lettering, with strange bumps and ridges along her skin. "It looks more like it was drawn on in sharpie than any sort of divine cosmic intervention."

Nadine baulked at the accusation. "What? They certainly do not! Or even if they do, it's just a part of how the magic works. This is absolutely not written in any sort of a marker."

"Well that's good, because sharpies are actually really bad for your skin. Writing on yourself can create a lot of problems in the long run."

"Wait, seriously? They can't be that bad, can they?" She caught herself before spiralling out of control. "I mean, not that it matters. Because this isn't a sharpie, of course. It's magic."

After a moment of watching her sweat, Freya couldn't hold it anymore. She burst out into laughter at the poor girl's expense. Nadine's cheeks grew crimson with indignation. "God, you're impossible! I don't know why I ever thought you'd be a good domme for me." She turned to leave, but was interrupted by a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Well it's a shame you don't have a choice in the matter." Freya stepped in closer, her voice taking on a more seductive tone. "You're bound to me, remember? Soulmates and all that. She grabbed Nadine and pinned her back to a tree, leaning in with one hand overtop of her shoulder. "That mark of yours makes it clear that you're mine. Isn't that right, slave?"

The tension between them was palpable. Nadine was sweating profusely, thoroughly caught off guard by the shift in their dynamic. "I... yes, that is the case. According to the ancient legends I've researched, I'm bound by fate to obey you."

Freya pulled out a notepad and began jotting something down. "That's great and all, but I think you should be bound by something much more tangible than 'fate.' Preferably rope or leather." She finished writing on the page, and quickly tore it out in one swift motion. "Here's the club I play at. Be there at Nine in the evening. And if you have any of the items on this list, bring them."

As she scanned over the words, Nadine quickly grew increasingly flustered. Her face turned beet red and her hands began to shake. "I, um, I have a couple of these things."

"Good. We'll make use of them this evening. I expect to see you there." A smirk spread across Freya's face. "Unless, of course, the fates made a mistake and you're able to break free of this 'soulmate' business. But I get the feeling that won't be the case." She walked away with a confident stride, leaving her new submissive an anxious ball of nerves and arousal.

"And this time? Don't keep me waiting."

***

There were several perks of being a reputable figure and organiser at the local BDSM club. Namely, when Freya wanted to reserve a room for the evening, she rarely had any issues. If there was a spare room, which there always was on weeknights, the owner had no problem with letting her use it for a few hours. So she had ample time to prepare for their intimate meeting.

This time, Freya's casual clothes were stashed away under the bed. She was wearing her dominatrix gear - a shiny latex corset that showed off her bust, some opera gloves travelling up to her arms, a pair of leather pants that hugged the curves on her thighs, and of course, the classic dominatrix hat. She had a wide array of toys at the ready and at her disposal. The only thing missing was a partner.

Not that she'd have trouble finding one if Nadine ended up being a no-show. But she was really hoping to see the girl again.

This time, she was pleasantly surprised as Nadine arrived five minutes before their scheduled time. Freya took note of her obedience when given direct orders, filing away that information for later. For now she had more pressing matters to attend to.

"I'm glad you made it. I suppose you really

are

bound to me. Isn't that right, dearest soulmate of mine?"

It was clear that Nadine was still nervous, just as she had been in their previous encounter. But this time there was a strange confidence about her. "Of course I'm here. I also brought the items requested... Mistress." Her voice had lost the shakiness from before. "Wait, is it okay for me to call you that? Mistress, I mean?"

Freya chuckled in a fairly light-hearted fashion. "Someone's eager to get ahead of the curve. Yes, you can call me Mistress when in this type of setting. In fact, it's something I expect of you." She grabbed a flogger from the bedstand and gave it a firm

whack

against her palm. Unless you want to be punished. But you sound like you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

Nadine gulped at her words. "Yes! I will be."

"Then strip for me. Show me what I'll be working with."

After a brief hesitation, Nadine peeled her jacket off, revealing her casualwear underneath. But casualwear wasn't what either of them were interested in. She continued to strip until she was left in just her bra and panties. And a choker, just innocuous enough to be publicly acceptable. The words

Freya Dolhorn's Personal Slave

were clearly visible on her body. A rather sizeable bulge was clearly visible through her underwear.

"Good. Now the rest of it." Freya's tone was compassionate yet authoritative, encouraging her new submissive to continue. "You said you brought the rest of what I asked, correct?"

"I did." Nadine unhooked her bra to reveal a moderately sized chest, nipples fully erect in the air. Once her breasts were exposed, she pulled down her panties as well, allowing Freya to see a tiny cock locked up in a tight metal chastity cage. She then turned around and bent over, spreading her ass for her new Mistress. Right in the middle was the unmistakable jewelled base of a fancy buttplug. "Just like you asked of me, I brought everything on that list. I... happened to have some of these things laying around."

Freya cocked an eyebrow. "I'm impressed. Here I was expecting you'd be too timid and shy to try something like this, but I guess you really are just a degenerate. Before Nadine could respond, Freya clasped her palm around Nadine's buttcheek and began slowly massaging it. "I guess you really didn't have a choice, did you? I wasn't sure if it was true or not, but now it looks like you're bound to me as my personal slave. Otherwise there's no way you'd be such a huge slut on your own.."

It was clear that Nadine was getting worked up, the way she was quivering in anticipation. "Y-yeah, that's it. I was forced to do this. It was like there was some sort of magical compulsion, and it made me do as you said."

"Well that's funny, because I never actually ordered you to wear these items on the way here. Only to bring them." Freya grinned slyly as Nadine went silent. "I guess you can't blame the fates on everything. You're enough of a slut here on your own, aren't you."

"No, that's not-" Nadine's protests were cut off as Freya gave her another firm spank, watching her ass jiggle in response.

"I never said it was a bad thing," Freya explained. "Your body is beautiful, like a canvas waiting to be covered. But now I know that you're going to be getting off on it while I decorate you." She stood right behind Nadine and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her in tight against her own chest. Freya's gloved hands explored up and down her Submissive's body. "Tonight we're going to test just how deep that control of yours is. I'm going to do things that you would never do normally, and you won't be able to resist it. Because of that magical mark of yours. Isn't that right?"

Nadine gulped. "Right. I... don't have a choice, do I?" She squirmed in place against Freya's touch. "So then, what do you want from me, Mistress?"

"Let's start by giving you a splash of blue. Lay down on that bed for me. Spread eagle." As she did so, Freya revealed her plan. The bed had a unique set of leather straps connected to each of the four corners. She didn't waste any time in fastening them to Nadine, securing her in place. "You have a good pain threshold, right? At least I hope you do." Her next items were a blue candle and a box of matches. She relished in the moment when Nadine realised exactly what was going to happen.

Although she quivered in her bondage, she made no serious efforts of resistance. "I'll endure it for you Mistress, because you want me to! Not that, um, I have a choice in the matter." Nadine winced as she saw the match being lit, followed by the warm glow of a candle up above her.

"Good. Although you're welcome to scream as much as you like." Freya tilted the candle, and the first drop of hot wax fell down onto the girl restrained below her.

The candles the club used for wax play were unique, both in that they melted easier and were slightly less hot than normal. However, they were far from painless, as was quickly evident by Nadine's reaction. Freya was careful in how she let the wax splatter over her chest, covering it with drops of blue that began to harden shortly after contact. She was slow and methodical, never letting her sub's writhing interfere with her aim. Although Freya ensured there was never too much wax pouring down at a time, she also ensured there was a steady rhythm in her torment.

Before long, Nadine's chest was covered in a beautiful pattern of blue splotches. All across her breasts were the results of the candle, and the rapidly hardening spots of wax were surrounded by sligh redness of the skin. "Now, how does that feel slave? And be honest, don't even think about lying to me."

"It... it hurts. But it's a good hurt." Nadine's entire body was coated in a light sheen of sweat. And by the way she kept absentmindedly thrusting her hips around and rubbing her thighs together, it was clear she was plenty turned on by the situation. "I've never tried this before, but the sensation is incredible."

Freya nodded. "Of course it feels good. Just wait until you try it with a blindfold on." She set down the candle and pulled out a sleeping mask and a ballgag, one in each hand. "Are you ready to experience a whole new world of pleasure?"

Nadine wasn't even able to respond. Her mouth was agape, and she was utterly lost for words. Frey chuckled at her flustered response. "I'll take that as a yes." She proceeded to fill Nadine's mouth with the gag, and a moment later, the blindfold was fastened around her eyes, rendering her blind and mute. "Now remember, three swift grunts is the safeword. But I doubt that'll happen. Because it's like you said, you're my soulmate, right?"

The only response was a long and slow moan.

"Good. Now, let's take things to the next level."

There were times when Freya felt exhausted from being the dominant person. Where she would feel tired of all the effort and organisation that went into planning scenes, as well as teaching others. Every once in a while she would wonder if this was really the right thing for her. But then there were moments that made everything worth it. When everything else faded away and she was hit with the sheer unfiltered bliss of having control over someone.

And seeing Nadine scream into her gag as the wax hit her pelvis was one of those moments.

Instead of focusing on a few areas with repetitive motions, Freya was wild and unpredictable. One moment she was caressing her sub's cheek and tracing lines between her thighs, the next she was pouring freshly melted wax across her stomach. She enjoyed toying with the chastity cage, massaging her swollen testacles relishing in the way Nadine would try to hump her hand to no avail. She traced the sides of her abdomen with a feather, watching her tense and scream in response to the tickling, only to be followed up with some harsh flogging.

Before long, Nadine's skin was coated in a showcase of Freya's actions. From the wax to the welts to the sheen of sweat along her body, even to the drops of precum leaking out from her cage. But there was one area Freya had thoroughly avoided. One spot of skin, right above the pelvis and to the side, where the words

Freya Dolhorn's Personal Slave

were written in what definitely wasn't sharpie.

"What do you think, slave? Are my tangible marks going to last longer than this magical one?" She began tracing a circle around the words with her finger while Nadine moaned underneath. "Aww, you poor thing. Was that too much for you?" She removed the gag, although she left the blindfold on.

Nadine was taking deep and husky breaths, but she still managed to respond. "Please Mistress. Please, will you let me cum?"

Her voice was seeping with desperation and need. As much as Freya wanted to deny her further, she knew it was time to give her sub the reward she deserved. Not that she was going to let Nadine off the hook easily, by any means. "Alright, since you've been such a good girl for me. But we're doing this my way." She reached over on top of Nadine to adjust the straps, making sure she positioned herself in a way that her tits were directly smothering her face.

Once Nadine was freed, she immediately tried removing her blindfold, but Freya pinned her hands to her side. "Not yet. We need to add some white to the canvas, don't you think?" Freya unzipped her tight leather pants, putting her rapidly hardening cock on full display. "That cage of yours is staying on. If you want to cum, you're doing it the way I want you to."

Nadine trembled underneath her words. "I've... never managed to have a prostate orgasm before. I don't know if I can. Every time I try, I chicken out and have a regular orgasm instead."

"Well then it's a good thing it's not up to you." Freya lay down on the bed, her erect cock pointing straight into the air. She squirted some lube onto her hand and started rubbing it all over her member. "You're my property, remember? It's impossible for you to disobey, so you're either achieving one tonight or you're leaving here frustrated and denied. Either one works for me."