Free From Seduction to Submission by R.R. Greaves Page A

was going to pass out as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss coursed through her overwrought body. When she was sure she could take no more, she cast the large black dildo to one side and clamped her hand over her vulva and just held it there, trying to bring herself back down from her high. She felt wetter than she could ever remember feeling before, and when she looked down, she was shocked to find there was a large wet patch on her sheet. She thought she must have wet herself during her orgasm.
    She had not felt anything obvious while she was coming and she was momentarily concerned. She had never had this happen before, but then again she could never remember being this aroused before. She wiped some of it up with her fingers and put it to her nose. It certainly did not smell of urine, and so she tasted it and discovered it had no noticeable taste. She had read in different magazines and on the internet about women who ‘squirt’ when they have very powerful orgasms and wondered if this is what had happened to her. The spasms that had wracked her body were more powerful than anything she had experienced in the past, and maybe this was all a part of her new sexual awakening. She wondered how she would feel if this happened in the presence of Sir James, but quickly put the thought out of her mind. After cleaning herself and her bed, she quickly dropped off into a deep sleep.

Chapter 4 – St Valentines
     
    Her radio alarm was playing for over ten minutes in the morning before she stirred. As she moved, she found her body was a little stiff and she could immediately feel her nipples reminding her of what they had gone through the previous night. As she swung herself around and put her feet on the floor, she could also feel her butt. It was not particularly sore, but there was definitely a reminder of what Sir James had done to it. She got up, turned the light on, then studied herself in the mirror. She could see that the red welts she had seen the previous night were now purple and what little swelling there had been was now gone. The stripes were still well defined and she found herself admiring them and wanting to share her experience with someone– not just anyone, but someone special who would appreciate what she had gone through.
    She showered and dressed for work , and as she was preparing her breakfast, she found that Sir James was never far from her mind. This was abundantly clear each time she sat as she received a subtle and, she found, quite pleasant reminder of the bruises that were hidden beneath her panties. She managed to get through her morning, but decided she needed to meet her friend again to share her adventure. After arranging to meet for drinks after work, she drifted through the rest of her day— Sir James a constant mental companion.
    As she left work and headed for the wine bar to meet Jo-Anne, she felt the buzz of her phone as an SMS came through. Oh no. She better not cancel on me, she thought to herself as she checked the message. The message was from an unlisted number. I trust your butt and nipples feel deliciously tender today. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. Do not masturbate tonight. I want you in a heightened state of readiness for me when you arrive tomorrow– assuming you are going to arrive tomorrow. SJ.
    She arrived at the bar and after gettin g drinks, she found a booth and sat down to await Jo-Anne’s arrival. Natalie was reading the message again and failed to notice the arrival of her friend. When she looked up to see Jo-Anne patiently standing there, she fumbled with her phone and dropped it on the seat beside her.
    “Well, somebody is a little jumpy today. I trust that is from total exhaustion following hot sex with your phantom control freak.” Natalie had a faraway look in her eyes as she retrieved her phone and passed it to her friend. After reading the message, Jo-Anne stood looking down at Natalie, her mouth agape. “What did he do to you?” she asked in