More Than a Simple Surrender

The taxi pulled away, leaving Caitlin standing looking up at an elegant limestone building in Nice's Carré d'Or district. The heat had just started to go from the mid-afternoon sun as it started its descent towards the horizon, but as Caitlin took a deep breath it was the light and the smell, the scent of the warm sea air, that really captivated her. She smiled and took another deep breath... this was it.

Virginie.

Caitlin checked the address on her phone for the hundredth time, but she knew it was correct. Even though being here, visiting Virginie like this, was completely out of character her natural attention to detail and thoroughness that had enabled her to build such a stellar consulting career were still going strong. She'd seen this building online, and now it was reality.

She wore exactly what Virginie had specified... a dark grey pencil skirt, high heels, a pale blouse, and a particularly revealing set of lace lingerie underneath, but no jewellery. On the surface she looked precisely what she was, a successful, high flying business woman flown to Nice for a long weekend. Underneath though, well, that told the real truth.

Caitlin pressed the buzzer for apartment 3B, unconsciously adjusting her posture to be just as Virginie liked it... shoulders back, chin slightly raised, the stance of a confident, professional woman. She felt herself blushing... a confident, professional woman, yes, but a confident, professional woman in complete submission and surrender to Virginie, for the first and only time in her life. Caitlin was the dominant personality in every interaction she had, all except with Virginie.

She had been seduced. Two weeks before, at her friend Emma's party, Caitlin had recognised in Virginie an equal, someone that she could intellectually spar with, someone with an equally dominant personality. What she hadn't realised though, until it was too late, was that Virginie was seducing her with a subtlety that took her breath away, drawing Caitlin in exquisitely slowly, challenging her to be brave enough to let someone else call the shots for a change, and by the time that Caitlin had realised, kneeling naked on the floor of her own apartment while she pleasured Virginie, she hadn't cared. Many men and some women had tried to seduce Caitlin in the past, and all had failed. All except for Virginie.

The heavy door clicked open after a few moments waiting and Caitlin entered a marble floored lobby with a lift off to one side. She stepped inside, pressed the button for the third floor, and watched as the ornate doors closed.

As the lift ascended, Caitlin took a deep breath, consciously completing her transition from the strong, independent woman who had been in the office that morning to the woman who would soon kneel before Virginie in complete submission. The division between those two aspects of herself seemed less stark by then than it had when she had first submitted to Virginie two weeks before, less of a contradiction and more of a complex harmony, but a division was still there. One of the things that Virginie had promised with the weekend was to continue to break those walls down, to integrate Caitlin more fully.

The lift arrived and Caitlin stepped into a hallway with only two doors, one at each end. 3B was to the right, its polished number to the side of the door.

Before she could knock, the door opened.

Virginie stood, framed in the doorway, and the sight of her face to face for the first time in two weeks hit Caitlin unexpectedly hard, making her heart race, her cheeks blush, leaving her temporarily at a loss for words, waiting for Virginie to make the first move.

Caitlin hadn't realised, or more accurately had half forgotten, quite how astonishingly beautiful Virginie was in person. The flat screen of a video call did not do her justice, and in that doorway she was stunning... a simple, cream coloured dress buttoned at the front that contrasted beautifully with her dark hair and eyes, her feet bare on the wooden floor. Caitlin felt a surge of pure physical arousal at the sight of her, something that she'd never felt for another woman ever before.

Her face... Caitlin had realised that Virginie's face had played a large part in her surrender two weeks before. Virginie looked innocent, angelic was probably the word, but with this magnificently dominant personality beneath it the contrast had broken through Caitlin's defences, leading her to underestimate Virginie again and again until Virginie had had her naked, all four limbs bound, blindfolded while she took Caitlin to the height of pleasure.

It was her presence, though, that really grabbed Caitlin. She hadn't thought it was possible but Virginie was even more commanding in person than Caitlin remembered. The first time they had met Caitlin had seen her as an equal, but now she knew differently. Now, for the only time in her life, Caitlin waited obediently for Virginie to make the next move.

"You're exactly on time," Virginie said, her French accent strong but her English fluent. It wasn't a question, just an observation, as if Virginie would have been disappointed in anything else, whether early or late.

"Yes, Maîtresse," Caitlin replied, the title coming naturally even stood as she was in a public hallway.

Virginie smiled warmly and stepped back. "Enter."

Caitlin smiled back and obeyed automatically, crossing the threshold, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. The door closed behind her with a soft but firm click, and Caitlin knew, if she didn't already, that she was now in Virginie's domain.

Virginie came to stand behind her, close enough that Caitlin could smell her perfume, unmistakably sophisticated, expensive, and very French.

"You know what to do," Virginie said quietly.

Without hesitation, Caitlin put her suitcase to one side and began to undress. The ritual was familiar now, drummed into her when she had first submitted and practiced each time she entered her flat in London for the last two weeks, clothing being forbidden when she was with Virginie or when on her own, but undressing in front of Virginie, under her direct gaze, heightened every sensation.

First came the blouse, folded carefully and placed on a low stool by the door, then her heels, then her skirt. Virginie looked at her appreciatively in her lingerie for a moment, then when Caitlin glanced at her for confirmation she nodded and Caitlin removed her bra and matching underwear, leaving her stood completely naked in the entrance hall to the apartment.

"Kneel," Virginie instructed, her tone gentle and kind, her presence itself enough to emphasise that it was a command, not a request.

As Caitlin sank to her knees, she noticed something in Virginie's expression that hadn't been there in London... the briefest flash of something beyond satisfaction or dominance. For that brief moment Virginie's carefully maintained composure slipped, revealing what seemed to be genuine delight at Caitlin's presence. It vanished quickly, but not before Caitlin caught it, storing away this small piece of evidence that perhaps Virginie's interest wasn't only about dominance and submission.

Coming to stand directly in front of Caitlin, Virginie said, "Look at me."

Caitlin raised her eyes, meeting Virginie's gaze, feeling the slight disorientation when her mind tried to reconcile this angelic looking beauty with the personality that had so completely dominated her and promised more to come.

"Welcome to Nice, ma belle," Virginie said with genuine warmth despite her commanding tone her eyes conveying to Caitlin just how pleased Virginie was that she'd made the trip. "You've been missed."

A jolt of pleasure ran through Caitlin to hear that, a stronger sensation than she expected. "Thank you, Maîtresse. I've missed you as well."

Virginie reached down, her finger tips brushing Caitlin's cheek gently, then she turned and walked through an archway that led deeper into the apartment. "Follow me," she said without looking back. "Crawl."

The command was unexpected... in London, except for once or twice, Virginie had allowed Caitlin to walk between rooms, but Caitlin realised that this new requirement was a sign of the elevated expectations that Virginie now had of her.

Looking up at Virginie as she prepared to obey, Caitlin was struck again by the juxtaposition... an angelic face and innocent eyes giving commands like that with absolute, unassailable authority. There was something about that contrast that heightened every sensation, making Caitlin's submission even more profound. Anyone seeing Virginie on the street would imagine her to be gentle, maybe even shy, but Caitlin knew... she really knew by then, and the exclusivity of that knowledge felt like a privilege.

Regardless, without hesitation, Caitlin placed her hands on the cool floor and began to follow on hands and knees. It should have felt humiliating for a woman who commanded boardrooms and made multi million pound decisions, but instead Caitlin found herself embracing this deeper submission, understanding it as an act of trust rather than an act of domination.

Virginie led her through a spacious living furnished in a classical style with a mix of antiques and more modern pieces, floor to ceiling windows looking over the rooftops of the nearby buildings towards the blue Mediterranean.

Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with volumes in multiple languages... French, English, Italian, and several that Caitlin couldn't identify. Academic journals were stacked neatly on a side table, pages marked with coloured tabs. A framed quote in elegant calligraphy hung next to the window:

Dans la soumission se trouve la liberté véritable

. The room was so very Virginie... intellectual, unapologetically feminine, and with an underlying current of quiet authority.

They continued into what appeared to be Virginie's study, bookshelves on three walls from floor to ceiling filled with books in many languages. A beautiful antique desk stood before the window, it's surface covered in neatly arranged papers, books and a laptop.

Virginie stopped in the middle of the room. "Kneel".

Caitlin adjusted her position, straightening her back and lifting her hands from the floor to rest again on her thighs.

From a drawer in the desk, Virginie removed a collar... different from the one that Caitlin had worn in London, its craftsmanship exquisite. Soft, black leather with subtle stitching and a silver ring at the front, it spoke of quality.

"This collar represents a level of commitment beyond the last two weeks," Virginie explained, her tone becoming more formal as she shifted into what Caitlin had come to think of as her Professor Voice... precise and academic. "Not permanent, but significant. In accepting it, you acknowledge that while you are in Nice you will is subordinate to mine in all things. Your pleasure, your comfort, your choices... all exist within the parameters I define." She paused for a long moment, studying Caitlin's face. "Do you accept these terms?"

Caitlin looked back at her steadily, trying to hide the excitement that she felt. "Yes Maîtresse. I accept."

"Good... lift your hair."

Caitlin gathered her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and held it up, exposing her neck. Virginie stood behind her and placed the collar around her throat, adjusting it carefully before securing the buckle, not so loose that Caitlin could ever forget it was there, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable.

"There," Virginie said, standing back and smiling warmly. "It suits you." After another long pause, she continued, "Now you truly begin your education. Are you ready?"

"Yes Maîtresse," Caitlin replied, genuinely meaning it, the weight of the collar both comforting and thrilling against her skin.

"Good... you may stand now. I'll show you the rest of my apartment."

Caitlin stood, immediately conscious of but not embarrassed by her nudity in contrast to Virginie's effortlessly elegant dress. To anyone watching the dynamic would have been crystal clear... one woman clothed, authoritative, and in complete control, the other naked, vulnerable, and willingly surrendered.

They went back to the living room first, where Virginie explained the rules for the weekend and any future visits Caitlin may make. She would remain naked at all times unless given explicit permission to dress, and then only dress however Virginie specified. She would kneel whenever Virginie entered a room. She would ask permission before sitting on furniture, eating or drinking. Her mobile phone would remain switched off and she would need to ask permission to check it.

For Caitlin, again, this should have been something that she fought against but she didn't, she embraced it, excited at how this would be. Whatever it was that Virginie had seen in her at Emma's party a fortnight before, had unlocked in her that magical night and next day, had continued to develop from distance over the period since, Caitlin wanted this more than anything, to submit completely and entirely to this stunning French woman.

They then walked to a hallway with three doors. The first opened onto a guest bathroom.

"You may use this without explicit permission," Virginie instructed. "But you will inform me that you are going there and when you return."

"Inform you?" Caitlin asked, blushing, wondering if Virginie wanted to know the details of what Caitlin did in there.

Virginie smiled. "Just that you are going there. I don't need to know why."

The second door revealed a spare bedroom that had been converted into what could only be described as a playroom... in complete contrast to the restrained elegance of the rest of the apartment, this room was deliberately sensual. A large bed sat against the far wall with restraint points at each corner and along each side, a St Andrew's cross mounted on one wall, an elegant yet sturdy metal frame that was as high as the ceiling and that Caitlin couldn't guess a purpose for stood between the bed and the cross, and a large cabinet with drawers that continued items that Caitlin could only imagine.

Virginie allowed her only the briefest of glimpses of the room before closing the door again. Instead, she smiled and said, "We'll explore that space thoroughly during your stay." The promise in her voice sent a shiver of anticipation through Caitlin.

The final door opened onto the master bedroom, a serene space in contrast to the playroom dominated by a large bed with white sheets. A door to one side led to the ensuite bathroom.

"You'll sleep with me here," Virginie stated matter-of-factly. "Unless your behaviour warrants different arrangements."

Caitlin found herself blushing, wondering what behaviour might trigger that and what those different arrangements might entail... she suppressed a smile as she thought about whether it might be worth misbehaving to find out.

Virginie led Caitlin back through to the living room and then stood facing her, looking at Caitlin with a smile, a smile that Caitlin returned. Virginie reached her hands out and took Caitlin's hands in hers. "I'm glad you're here," she said quietly, her eyes conveying her excitement even through her dominant exterior.

"I'm glad I came," replied Caitlin.

Virginie leaned in and kissed her, and Caitlin kissed her back... a slow, sensual kiss, one that spoke, at least to Caitlin, of two weeks of longing, of two weeks of thinking of little else but when she could see Virginie again. When Virginie pulled back Caitlin was pleased to see that Virginie's cheeks were just a little flushed, her breathing just a little fast. Good to know, she thought, that the attraction and the desire isn't just one way.

With a playful smile, Virginie said, "Are you hungry after your flight?"

"No, Maîtresse. I ate on the plane."

Virginie nodded slowly. "Good. As I had instructed. You have been very good, very obedient over the last two weeks." She paused. "I could not have asked for more. You've pleased me."

Caitlin felt herself blush in delight at those words, realising quite how much she got from knowing that she had made Virginie happy.

"So..." continued Virginie. "You've proved yourself worthy of deeper submission. Of us taking it to the next level. Do you feel ready?" She paused. "Be truthful."

"I..." Caitlin hesitated, taking care to be truthful. "I am. I'm nervous about what it involves, but I want to know. I want to experience it." She paused. "My complete submission to you."

Virginie looked at her silently for a few moments, seemingly assessing whether Caitlin had indeed been truthful, and then she nodded. "Alors, you will clasp your hands behind your back and walk slowly over to the front door, stopping and facing it until I tell you otherwise."

Without even pausing to think, Caitlin complied, her hands clasped behind her back she walked silently and slowly out of the room to the small entry hall and stood facing it. She didn't know what to expect, didn't know whether at any moment she'd feel Virginie's hands or lips on her, and the anticipation built and built as Virginie kept her waiting for what Caitlin estimated was several minutes.

Just as Caitlin was wondering if she should ask for further guidance, Virginie's voice came through from the living room. "Now turn, kneel, and then crawl over to me. I want you looking at me the whole time."

Turning and dropping to her knees before placing her hands on the floor, Caitlin lifted her head and as she crawled through the door to the living room her eyes caught Virginie and she felt her cheeks and upper chest flush in arousal... because Virginie was sat on her sofa, semi-reclined, the buttons on her dress undone to reveal naked skin underneath, no underwear.

Caitlin could see the curve of her breasts, her nipples still covered by the dress, but as she looked lower she saw that her legs were parted and between her legs... Caitlin took a deep breath as she made eye contact briefly and continued crawling before looking lower again, fixated on the trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair and the outline of what lay beneath.

Virginie was smiling, but her eyes told the real story, narrowed slightly, her arousal and anticipation clear... Caitlin was thrilled to see that Virginie genuinely, truly desired her, wasn't just doing this as some sort of power game. Virginie wanted Caitlin to do what was clearly going to come next, not just anyone willing to submit to her power.

She said nothing to Caitlin, and she didn't need to. Caitlin knew what was expected of her and welcomed it... in her thoughts, in her day dreams, in her fantasies over the last few weeks, when she wasn't thinking about being restrained and pleasured by Virginie, she was thinking about pleasuring Virginie, planning how she could improve on what she'd given to Virginie before.

Until that first night with Virginie after Emma's party, Caitlin had been entirely straight her whole life, had never even kissed another woman let alone touched or gone down on one. She'd learned a lot from Virginie in those 24 hours, but she knew she still had a lot to learn. She'd done some research and she was keen to put it into action.

Crawling slowly across the floor she ended between Virginie's legs and sat back on her heels, looking up at Virginie, waiting for permission. Virginie simply nodded and Caitlin leaned down slowly, her hands resting gently on Virginie's thighs, keeping eye contact with Virginie the whole time, and then her tongue was touching the pubic hair, soft and slightly damp, speaking to Virginie's clear arousal.

She pushed deeper, her tongue feeling skin, soft again, and she gently licked, tasting Virginie's arousal properly, feeling out the length of her folds. Caitlin was thrilled to hear a soft, almost inaudible gasp from Virginie as she did so, and was tempted to go too fast but resisted that temptation, knowing from how Virginie had pleasured Caitlin that slow was good.