Free Fifty Shades of Submission by Loris James

these horrid feelings within me, feelings that I never knew I even possessed. And I warn you, it’s not going to be to your advantage. You paint pleasure, cruelty and perversion in glowing, romanticized terms, but I’m afraid that the reality of it will be very different.”
    " Be cruel, be arrogant, be dominant," I said. "Be that and you will fulfil all my darkest fantasies! Let me be yours in good and evil!"
    We turned into the gates of the country hotel and Saskia parked in the shade of an old oak tree. She turned the engine off and turned in her seat to face me.
    " I do not want to see you for three days. I want you to take the next few days to think very carefully about what you are committing yourself to. If, at the end of three days, you still want to go ahead with this, then we will continue with you as my slave and I as your mistress. Is that understood?"
    I nodded. Her sudden stern manner reminded me of Aunt Sophia and my loins stirred instantly. My heart raced and I had an almost overwhelming urge to drag her from the car onto the ground there and then and make passionate love to her. I longed to feel the warmth of her naked body under me, I long to part her legs and insert myself into her…
    “This is not to b e taken lightly, Julian,” she said gravely. “If we are going to commit to this – this way of life, then we will be 100% committed, do you agree?”
    “Yes.”
    I want to fuck you. I want to ravish you. I want to take you to the Gates of Hell and to the brink of destruction and show you a completely new and wondrous world of sexual pain and perversion. A world of indescribably heightened, depraved sexual ecstasy.
    “There will be no turning back after that,” she said. “This will not be a game. This is not going to be a stupid roleplaying exercise. This is going to be very serious and very real – and very painful for you.”
    We stared at each other , then I said, “I agree. It’s going to be wonderful.”
     
    I am awakened from a deep sleep and for a moment I don’t know where I am or what’s happening. Then I realise I am in my bed in my room at home. It is the middle of the night and pitch dark and I try to fight the rough hands that tie my wrists to the headboard of my bed. I kick wildly as my legs are spread wide open and first my one ankle, and then the other, is bound to the corners of my bed.
    Violent hands rip the pyjama top and trousers off my body and I lie there, bound tight, naked and crying - terrified of her rage.
    “You have been a very disobedient little bastard!” my stepmother hisses, her face no more than a pale blob floating in the dark above me. “I told you to come to my bed tonight and pleasure me but you didn’t. So now I will have to punish you! Let’s start with this, shall we?”
    I scream with pain as she shoves a tubular metal object up my rectum.
    “No! Please! Please don’t! That hurts!”
    “Please what?”
    “Please, mother! Please! I’ll be good, I promise!”
    She leaves the tube shoved up me and sits on the bed next to me and begins to stroke my genitals. “Hush, child,” she says, almost kindly. “You’re such a baby. Don’t you want to make your mother happy?”
    “Yes!” My voice sounds small and hoarse and terrified.
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, mother.”
    “Have you been a naughty boy?”
    “Yes, mother.”
    “Well then, you will just have to take your punishment, won’t you?”
    “Please, mother – don’t!” I am crying but she is unmoved by my tears and my pleas.
    She has brought sandpaper with her and begins to sand the top layer of skin off my prepubescent penis and scrotum. I sob and fight against the restraints, but it’s no use. I feel her applying some sort of cold, thick cream to my genitals, rubbing it all over the raw skin and pressing some of it roughly into my urethra. And suddenly I am on fire. I writhe and sob and scream, insane with pain.
    “I made that concoction myself,” she snarls with satisfaction.