Author's note: This is the continuing story about a shy young wife exploring her submissive desires, under coercion at first, then with greater enthusiasm as the story progresses. It is a fantasy, set in a fictional world where there is no risk of STDs, and there is no downside to casual sex with multiple partners... As I said, fantasy. Don't try this at home.
Chapter Three: Submission in San Francisco
Sara's next commitment for company travel was to the aerospace industry show in San Francisco, in late-March. Sara was responsible for coordinating the show. It was the first time she held that level of responsibility. At all prior shows, Sara had been an assistant, now she was the one in charge.
As show coordinator, Sara would be responsible for making all arrangements, seeing that everything was perfect. When she found out that McCafferty would be attending, she was a little nervous; he was a very high profile VIP, and this was her first time in charge of everything. But she resolved to do her best to make the event successful.
The show was in the Hyatt Regency hotel near the airport, and ran through Thursday. The company had a block of rooms for attendees, exhibit space, and a hospitality suite for meetings and discussions.
Because he was a company VIP, Sara had booked McCafferty into a room adjacent to, and adjoining, the hospitality suite. He could open the door between the rooms, effectively making the hospitality suite his living room, or he could close the door for his own privacy.
The show had run through Thursday, and had been a success. Most of the staff flew back east on Friday, but Sara had to stay over to coordinate shipping the exhibits back to the plant. McCafferty also decided to stay over for a meeting on Friday with a potential strategic acquisition. Both were scheduled to fly back on Saturday.
That evening, since they were the only two left, McCafferty and Sara had dinner together in a local 5-star restaurant. Given the formality of the restaurant, both McCafferty and Sara dressed for dinner; he in a business suit, and she in a sexy "little black dress" that he rented for her from a local shop. McCafferty had picked out the dress without telling her, and had it sent to her room.
When the dress arrived, Sara had called him to protest, but McCafferty had simply waved away her objection. He said Dinner was a reward for her excellent performance, and he knew she quite likely wouldn't have an appropriate dress with her at the show.
The dress was a little more revealing than Sara usually wore, but it was quite classy. Slinky and elegant, it was scooped low in back and had a deliciously plunging neck line in front. An elegant halter strap around her neck kept the dress up.
McCafferty smiled appreciatively when he saw it, making Sara blush. Dinner was excellent, and McCafferty was charming and flirtatious throughout. He ordered a bottle of fine wine, and kept Sara's glass full.
McCafferty turned on the charm at dinner, praising Sara for her proficiency in handling the show, talking about her personal life, and subtly flirting. Sara enjoyed the attention. But she had more alcohol than she had intended, and did not realize McCafferty's true intentions.
By the time they had finished dinner, Sara was feeling a little buzzed. She tried to excuse herself, but McCafferty insisted she return to the hospitality suite for a nightcap. The Company had already paid for a variety of premium liquors, he explained, and it would be a shame to let them go to waste. Sara relented, returning to the hospitality suite for one last drink.
When they re-entered the suite, McCafferty showed Sara to the suite's bar.
"Here... decide what you would like to have... but please excuse me for a second. I want to slip out of this coat and tie."
McCafferty walked over to his adjoining room and closed the door, leaving Sara to peruse the liquors.
In a moment, he was back, having slipped off his coat and tie.
"Are you familiar with these, Sara?" He asked, showing her the various bottles.
"Not really," Sara admitted. "I'm not much of a drinker."
"Try the Irish Mist, then," McCafferty urged. He opened an ornate bottle and poured some of the amber liquid into a small cordial glass. "It's made from honey."
"You're a very beautiful woman, Sara," he noted as he handed her the cordial. "Your husband is a very lucky man."
"Thank you, Mr. McCafferty," Sara blushed, experimentally taking a sip from her glass.
"But your husband isn't here, is he?" McCafferty said meaningfully. "He's 3 thousand miles away, at home."
Sara blushed, feeling concern for the first time.
"Mr. McCafferty..."
McCafferty waved away her incipient protest.
"Your husband doesn't really know you, does he, Sara?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"He doesn't know your secret fantasies. He doesn't know that what you desire most in a man is someone who will master you... Someone who is so powerful, he will take what he wants, will force you to submit to his will... Someone Man enough to drag you through all those dark and scary places in your mind."
Sara didn't know what to say. She just looked at McCafferty in shock, while he continued.
"I am that man, Sara. I am rich and powerful, and I know your secrets. I know how you are... that deep inside, in places you never let anyone see, you want someone to take control, to do all those deliciously dirty things that you read about in those romance novels you're always reading."
"Ohh...," Sara flushed, suddenly embarrassed and frightened. "Mr. McCafferty... I'm married... I can't... I have to go."
"Does your husband know you fantasize about being kidnapped and raped?"
Sara gasped.
"What? How can you know that?"
"You do, don't you?" McCafferty gave her a look of smug confidence. "Just like those women in those romance novels you are always reading... the bodice rippers... you dream of being forced into situations like that."
"Oh, god!"
"I'll bet he doesn't know that you dream of being taken by a man that will make you his slave."
McCafferty reached out and grasped Sara by her hand, drawing her to him. He took the cordial from her and placed it on the end table.
"For the rest of this evening, Sara, you will call me 'Master Scott'.
"Oh, god," Sara gasped, taking a deep breath. "Please... I can't be unfaithful to my husband."
She watched in horrified fascination as McCafferty drew a set of gleaming steel handcuffs from his pocket. Extending her hand, he quickly ratcheted one of the cuffs around her slender wrist. Then, while Sara was too shocked to even protest, he turned her around, pulled both arms behind her back, then locked her other wrist in the cuffs, trapping her hands behind her.
"You're my captive now," McCafferty asserted. "Until I release you, you have to do anything I tell you."
Sara let out a little gasp, then quickly caught herself.
"I can't, Mr. McCafferty... please."
McCafferty chuckled to himself. He noticed Sara's nipples were erect, pushing prominently at the slinky material of her little black dress. He also noticed she was beginning to breathe in ragged little gasps.
"I told you, Sara... Call me 'Master Scott'!"
He abruptly slapped Sara across the cheek. It wasn't really hard, but it stung, and it made Sara gasp to be treated so dominantly
"You can and you will," McCafferty growled. "And anytime you forget to use the proper form of address, there will be punishment."
He slapped her again, then grabbed her hair in his fist, tipping her head back and holding it immobile. He brought his mouth to hers.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Sara. Far too pretty to resist."
He kissed her, keeping a firm grip in her hair, pulling just hard enough to make it hurt as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.