Kismet of Submission: Episode 8

As she stumbles out of the room, we can see Tamara appears to be dazed. The graphic and clinical lecture about safe anal, glossed over the emotional aspects of an act that for many is taboo. Informative—yes—but neither of the panelists offered an explanation as to why someone would want to be fucked up the ass in the first place. If we could read Tamara’s mind—which as omnipresent narrators we can—her thoughts are circling this very central thought. Mechanics and preparation aside, very little about anal sex is titillating to her. In her fantasy, Sir has spanked her again, and is mounting her from behind in her wet pussy. The metal process is tricky: we can’t experience pain in dreams, but the emotions lash us all the same. Tamara’s primary emotion is confusion. She’s certainly intelligent enough to realize that under the right circumstances, she might find herself acquiescing to his cock in her rectum; but the reasons why remain elusive. Being taken passively versus participating in your own ravishment would make her complicit in her own debauchment. That; is a terrifying realization and she quickly shunts the observation into a strongbox labeled, anal; and shoves it in the overflowing closet of ‘things to resolve later’.

He waits for her in the hall after taking a quick pit stop, and they purchase drinks at a nearby kiosk. He refuses to give back her bags, and instead offers his free elbow for her to hold. She gives him an up-and-under glance with the slightest of headshakes and hooks her left forearm through the gap.

As they walk—his stride shortened—she continues to ponder about anal. ‘If I said yes, and that’s a big if, what would you do first?’

‘To anal?’ At her jerky nod, he frowns. ‘Well, it depends on the situation. Is it after a spanking, during vaginal sex, or a standalone experiment? If the latter, then a hot shower, likely a drink to relax the nerves, lots of touching and kissing, followed by prep and slow and cautious penetration.’

‘And the first two scenarios?’

He gives her a dominant smile. ‘Part of spanking is punishing the anus. A few sharp slaps that sting, and thumb and fingers rotating and spreading you open. As with intercourse, the next thing you’d feel would be my tongue licking and twirling across your wet pucker. Being turned on makes the thought of kissing your ass that much hotter.’

‘So… you… wouldn’t clean first?’

He leans closer and whispers in her ear. ‘No, Tamara, in the middle of sex, my mouth waters at the thought of suckling your tight, bitterly sweet earthy tangy butthole. I only wish my tongue was six inches long so that I fuck inside your ass with my mouth and lick you clean.’

Tamara shudders and her panties dampen at the raw erotic vision of her ass up with Sir’s face burrowing between her red-hot cheeks. If that’s being submissive, it’s a whole ‘nother level of kink she’s never considered. She clenches deep inside when she flips the script and realizes the distance between a blowjob and servicing her Dom’s ass is razor thin. Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into!

Squeezing her arm against his side, he chuckles quietly. ‘Long, slow, wet sweeps burrowing inside you. Just think, I’m very curious to find out how your pussy tastes too.’ He holds her up as she misses a step. ‘Oh look. Here we are. “Submission: not just for doormats anymore.”’

Tamara breaths out, the wetness and tingling between her thighs growing with every sordid image his words create. She can’t even focus on the woman standing at the door welcoming her guests.

‘By the way, you may not be a submissive—yet—but you are, and never were a doormat. No woman is.’

‘Welcome, my friends!’ the woman calls out. ‘Are you here for my little performance?’

We do a classic double take. So tuned into the lures cast upon the waters by Sir, only now do we take in the full impact of the woman. Hippy-chic is our first visceral reaction. A shade under six feet, gray hair tied back in a long ponytail falling to mid-back, she’s wearing a peasant blouse in turquoise and an ankle length pleated dress in rich canary yellow; cinched at the waist with a wide cinnamon braided sash. Her smile… it lights up the hall: We—and they—feel as if she’s a friend known for our entire lives. She radiates peace and goodwill with outstretched hands.

Her touch sends sparks through Tamara’s palms. ‘Yes,’ she stammers. ‘We are here for your lecture. Sir wanted to attend.’

‘Wonderful. It is always lovely to have audience input from established couples.’

He raises her knuckles to his lips, placing a light kiss. ‘Thank you, for the gracious welcome, Susan. This beautiful woman is Tamara. We are… negotiating, at present, and are not yet a couple. I am a Dom, whether she is a submissive, never mind my submissive, is in progress. I hope your lecture will be informative for her.’

‘My, my, aren’t you a polished one.’

‘I do my best.’

‘I am sure you do. Please, enter and pick out a seat. I will explain the gift box when all have arrived.’

More people are here than at the previous lecture, and the few pairs of seats left, are all in the front row. He leads Tamara by her wrist, his raised eyebrow at her quizzical expression the only other overt representation of his dominance. Picking up the beribboned four inch square silver and gold wrapped boxes on the seats, he waits until she sits before handing over one. They can’t resist shaking them and exchange silly grins.

‘Thank you all for attending, “Submission: not just for doormats anymore.” You may have noticed the gift boxes.’ Susan laughs along with her audience. ‘The reason is very simple. Please remove the tops and take out the contents.’

There is a sustained soft rustle, followed by low confused murmurs.

Submission… is a gift. Given and received freely. On each of the three sticky notes, please write a word or phrase representing what submission means to you. When you are done, please come forward and place them on this whiteboard.’

To read all the Kismet of Submission episodes in order, please go to this page for individual links.

5 Comments

  1. I like this idea. What a great way to start the class off. The ‘submission is a gift’ is how I see it but I remember a friend of mine posted about it in a forum and it turned out to be a controversial suggestion to some.

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  2. Was I supposed to get all hot and bothered in between lectures? If so, I cracked it here! Do I get extra credit? 😉

    Another fantastic portion of this story – and I really mean that: this is akin to the most delectable, lingering dessert I can image (probably involving melted chocolate…). I’ve said before how much Sir endears himself to me, and it’s little non-erotic yet considerate details such the way he shortens his stride when Tamara walks with him that makes me want to know this character better.

    For me, this is the first time I’ve fully felt the erotic strength in Sir’s words as he discusses using his tongue in anal sex. It’s always been present as a powerful undercurrent, but this felt like a raw expression of desire to me, if only briefly, before it becomes wrapped in his gentlemanly outer shell once more.

    And I agree with you and missy entirely. Submission given freely makes for a happy submissive. Forced submission (not in sexual play but genuinely against someone’s physical and/or emotional will) makes for a terrified and traumatised submissive, with scars that heal slowly, if ever.

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    • Much extra credit to you, Ina, for reacting to the blatant erotica in a public setting. Sir is barely cracking open his personality for Tamara, because he is very unsure of how she will react. Desire is one thing, anybody can have sex, but an intellectual connection coupled with physical attraction makes for a much hotter story. The reason why so many writers use forced submission in fiction, is because we all have felt—from one time or another—the helplessness of being dominated by someone we trusted. It creates a visceral reaction that bonds us to the characters. This story will bring that into play as well, but with an understanding that reactions can change, and outcomes are not predetermined by the past, no matter how abusive.

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      • Goodness – thank you for awarding me the extra credit! You have me utterly captivated now I’m very much looking forward to having all of Sir’s personality revealed to me.
        I agree completely: not only does intellectual connection and physical attraction make for a hotter story, but it gives you, as the writer, so much more scope to play with the reader’s imagination and emotion, which I think is wonderful. Yes, I also agree that the bond between reader and a character who is dominated and helpless is strong; on this topic I am going to be very interested to watch my own knee-jerk reactions to whatever you (or Sir) have in mind for Tamara, knowing that, as a rule, as writers you and I tend to approach this subject very differently. I will be watching and comparing her reactions to mine with a great deal of curiosity.

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