Dave Submits (Closed for me and Jetsam)

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Kelly Henderson:
Age: 33
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Dark Blonde, shoulder length, kept in a French braid.
Skin: Smooth, blemish free, lightly tanned.
Height: 5’9”
Body Shape: C cup breasts, small waist, slim waist, round thick ass, long lightly muscular legs.
Other info: PHD in Psychology, lives alone, not dating, parents dead.

Kelly Henderson was a psychologist and had been one for five years when she met a patient who intrigued her. His name was Dave Lewis and he was four years her junior. He was the type of guy that was handsome, sexy, and wealthy and all the women wanted him. But he seemed bored with women and sex. So, he came to seek out professional help in the matter. Who better than a psychologist who was also a sex therapist?

Just like in most cases the client knew nothing of her background. In fact, to help pay for college she was a dominatrix while she was in college. The pay was good and she was always in control. But, she grew tired of all the different men. She did still harbor fantasies of having her own personal sex slave.

During their first session she secretly admired his body and good looks. She however kept everything professional. They were now about to have their second session. The door was knocked on and Kelly said, "Come in."

 

[Jetsam]

Dave

Dave Lewis, 29
Brown hair, green eyes, 6' , athletic build
A rising star architect in a prestigious firm
Bright, well-read and well-traveled

Dave entered Dr. Henderson's office, gave her a sheepish smile. Though he didn't consider himself emotionally ill in any way and he knew lots of people who'd benefited from speaking with a therapist, it was somewhat embarrassing for him to be here. He was so accomplished in most everything he set his mind to. And yet all his romantic relationships had lacked a spark. Was it him? His choice in women?

It couldn't hurt to speak with a professional to look into it.

Dr. Henderson rose to shake his hand and Dave sat. He became aware of her perfume as he settled back in the cushions of the chair. It was a spicy, intriguing scent. He hadn't remembered her wearing it last session.

"So, Dave, last time you spoke about feeling something missing from your relationships with women. Do you have a sense about why that might be?"

As Dave thought about it, his eyes glanced over Kelly... a pretty face that bespoke her intelligence, a nice body he could tell, even if she dressed conservatively. He considered how it might be with her... She was a sex therapist. She'd know a thing or two his other girlfriends hadn't. Would there be a spark if the two of them got together?... But of course that was impossible. He couldn't ask her out. It would violate her code as a psychologist. She'd have to initiate anything between them.

"Dave?" Kelly spoke again, breaking his reverie. Dave averted his eyes immediately, realizing his glance had strayed more than was acceptable. "Why do you think your relationships have been sexually unfulfilling?"

He didn't remember having described it that way, but that was the issue. The sex he'd had was great he supposed, with hot women... but it left him unfulfilled. It was boring.

"Control," he said. It just came out of his mouth. Dr. Henderson cocked her head and made a point not to write the word down right away, waiting for Dave to elaborate. "The passion is always under control maybe. It's physically good, but emotionally detached. What do you think that means, Dr. Henderson?"

 

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Kelly noticed him looking a little longer than usual in her direction. But, he seemed deep in thought so she dismissed it. She was intrigued when he answered her about control. When he was finished she scribbled down on her pad, "Controled standard sex is an issue." Often men in power secretly (or maybe even unknown to themselves) wanted a woman to take control in the bedroom. The sense of being controlled was exciting to them. It did not take much too know what Dave's problem was and what he needed.

Kelly exhaled softly and leaned back in her chair. She smiled, "Dave, I think I know what your problem may be." She sat the table on the table next to the chair and laid the pen on top of it. She looked back to him and crossed her legs. The short skirt gave a hint of her silky thighs. She interlaced her fingers and wrapped them around her knee that was on top of the other one. She smiled, "You are a powerful man. You are wealthy and quickly moving up in rank at your firm. I think you need a woman to take control in the bedroom. You enjoy the power and control elsewhere but in the bedroom you have become bored with control and power."

She exhaled, "Dave, I think you need a Dominatrix in your life. Perhaps she can compliment your regular sex life. Maybe visit with her once a week. Do you know what a Dominatrix is? If so, what do you think of my recommendation?"

 

[Jetsam]

"Dave, I think you need a Dominatrix in your life. Perhaps she can compliment your regular sex life. Maybe visit with her once a week. Do you know what a Dominatrix is? If so, what do you think of my recommendation?"



Dave shifted in his seat, he swallowed. His eyes fell to the carpet. He hadn't anticipated Dr. Henderson's response at all... hadn't expected such a clear and direct diagnosis of his situation. He supposed he would see her for several weeks and they'd analyze his various relationships and the sorts of women he dated and she might suggest things about his upbringing.

But now she had made a brutally honest, very disconcerting suggestion that he wanted to be submissive in bed. And yes he knew what a "dominatrix" was. That was insulting, patronizing for her to even ask. He wasn't a child.

And yet he could feel his face grow hot, blushing and he could feel the surge of blood gorge in his cock as his erection mushroomed in his pants.

He saw Dr. Henderson assessing his reaction. It was as if she could see inside him; he could hide nothing from her.

"What do I think?" Dave replied, now lifting his gaze to meet hers. "You're the doctor. You already know what I think."

 

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She picked up his interest yet agitation. She snapped to him, "I am a psychologist. Not a psychic. If I knew what you were thinking, I would not have asked. But, by the blush on your face I can tell you are having a mix of thoughts here. The fact that I asked you what a Dominatrix is made you feel as though I thought your intelligence to be inferior. Though this annoyed you-" She boldly looked to his crotch and back to his eyes, "You seem to be aroused none the less." She stood and said, "But, you must be willing to trust in my wisdom. Let this be your first exercise in submitting some of that power you are used to."

She walked to the door and turned around to face him, "Perhaps you are not ready yet. When you are, come to me and I WILL help you. I know exactly what you need to make sex more fulfilling. But, you are too embarrissed to hear it just yet." She held the key to what he needed. He did not know this but his next reaction would determine hers. If he humbled himself to ask for her help anyway, that was the first real step. He needed to learn to ask for things and not just expect them to be given.

 

[Jetsam]

Dave watched Dr. Henderson cross to the door. Instead of calming his discomfort, her challenging, scolding tone disquieted him all the more.

He had to get out of there. Dave rose and made for the door, where his therapist stood barring his exit. Her eyes bore into his. He lowered his gaze, saying, "Thank you anyway, doctor."

He exited without looking at her... or anyone in the hallway as he walked hurriedly to his car parked in the lot outside. Closing the car door behind him, he turned the key in the ignition and drove off. He turned into a residential street a few blocks away and parked. He needed time to calm himself before heading back to work.

But that was difficult. Dave found his breathing shallow and shuddering, his hands were cold as a charge of adrenaline coursed through him. "Crazy bitch," he thought. He'd just tried to get a little insight into his romantic life and this is what he ended up with - a psychotic shrink.

Finally, though, it was time to get back to the office. They had a major presentation to prepare for and he was the lead designer. But during the project meeting, he found his thoughts drifting off... replaying the encounter in Dr. Henderson's office. He could barely concentrate for the rest of the day.

Dave called his friend Zack he'd planned on getting together with, bowing out of their dinner plans, saying he had too much work. He went home and watched TV, barely eating any dinner, restless as he tried to relax.

In bed, he tossed and turned, plagued by the memory of his session that afternoon... and plagued by his insistent erection. At three in the morning, Dave wandered into the bathroom and masturbated, trying not to think of Dr. Henderson, trying to think about Rita, the receptionist in his office. But Dr. Henderson's face and form kept reappearing in his mind's eye and his brain re-created the enticing scent of her perfume.

Dave shot hard and long after relieving his nearly day-long hard-on. He crawled back into bed and got a few restless hours of sleep. He'd need to look and feel his best today for the client presentation at 11. As much as he tried to focus on it, it was going to be a struggle - his mind still swirling with anger and surprise and shame.

Still, Dave at 40% was good enough to win over the client. The meeting a success, the others on his team proposed a celebratory lunch. Dave declined, saying he had other plans.

As the others headed down the block for lunch, Dave climbed into his car and drove to the small complex where Dr. Henderson kept her office. He didn't know what he'd say, but he needed some finality to this - to find out just what she knew, how she could know it.

Dave knocked on the office door and entered when she said "Come in." His eyes met hers, then looked away.

"About yesterday, Dr. Henderson... I think maybe you're right."

 

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Kelly smugly grinned as she looked to her watch to see what time it was as the door was knocked on. She thought to herself, "Dave. I knew he'd be back." She called out, "Enter". After a breif professional greeting she closed the door and he took his spot on the comfy leather sofa.

She smiled to him, "So, it appears, I have not frightened you off. You seem ready to have your curiosity answered." She now looked sternly to him. Today would be the final test. If he passed she would become his dominatrix. Kelly exhaled, "But before we begin, I need an aplogy from you for your attitude last time and I want it one knee. I hold the key to what you need. If you are unwilling to do this, you can leave and find another therapist. One who will probably just prescribe drugs and not really take care of the problem."

 

[Jetsam]

Dave had been rude, walking out of his session the day before. She was a professional and deserving of respect from her clients. He'd expect the same of his clients whether they liked his work or not.

"I'm sorry, doctor," he said, staring at her shapely, crossed legs. "I behaved childishly."

He hoped this extra measure of self-reproach would incline her to let the apology pass. But she had clearly specified on one knee. He looked up to meet her gaze, but Kelly's attention was directed at some paperwork in front of her. She sighed upon hearing Dave, shrugged and shook her head slightly.

Without looking up, Kelly lifted her index finger toward Dave and curled it downward.

Dave shifted in his chair. He thought about heading for the door again, but knew that exiting the office was no escape. He swallowed. He slid to the edge of the couch cushion. Dave's heart slammed inside his chest as he lowered his knee to the carpeting.

Now Dr. Kelly looked up from her papers to regard Dave kneeling before her. She raised an eyebrow, soliciting a response.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. I behaved childishly." Dave's cheeks flushed. His body trembled.

 

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She smiled, "Very well, Dave. All is forgiven. You can sit on the sofa now." When he did she said, "Dave, you have made your first steps to sexual freedom and pleasure you have never known. This is a good sign. Hang on just a second." She turned around to her desk and scribbled something on an index card.

She turned back around and leaned over to hand it to him. She said, "Go to this address Saturday night at 9pm sharp. I warn you now, do not be late. You will be greeted by a Dominatrix I know very well. She used to have a lot of clients but got tired of the revolving door of different men. She will now only see one client at a time. If you decide you no longer want her services only then would she take on another client. She is very good. Just trust her and do everything she says and I think you will enjoy your visit.Today is Wednesday. Don't let yourself chicken out of this experience between now and Saturday. Next week I want you back in here at your regualrly scheduled time on Wednesdays regardless of how the visit goes."

She leaned back and exhaled, "Not that money is a problem for you, but, you do not need to worry about paying for the first visit. Now, unless there is anything else you wish to discuss or ask about, you are free to leave."

 

[Jetsam]

Saturday 9 pm sharp

There were times during the intervening days Dave thought about abandoning this quest. He'd even torn up the note card Dr. Henderson had given him... but moments later dumped the contents of the trashcan out and reconstructed the note.

He wasn't plagued with anxiety the way he'd been after walking out of the doctor's office that first time. Something about going back and facing her - facing her intimations about him - had given him strength.

And, yes, there was that moment when he sunk to one knee before her. How his body had come alive. Alive the way he imagined great sex is supposed to animate and charge your body. So maybe she was right.

And if not - if this was just a passing phase, he'd never have to come back here. He could tear up the address for good.

But here he stood, checking his watch - having arrived several minutes early to account for traffic. As the second hand swept across the 12, Dave pocketed the card and rang the doorbell.

 

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The door opene but no one was there before it. His master for this evening awaited behind the door. She had a voice changer box around her next. It changed her voice to a synthesized one. Oh her face she wore a black latex mask. The mask covered her entire face and head. But, there were holes for her eyes, mouth and nostrils. There was also an opening at the top in which she pulled her hair through to make a pony tail.

On her chest she wore a black latex bustier. It laced up the front and pushed her cleavage up almost as if on a shelf. On her legs she wore latex shorts with a zippered crotch. The zipper stretched from just above her clit to just abover her asshole. It was all zipped up. On her feet she wore stilletto latex boots. These boots reach up to her knees and zippered on the outsides from the ankle all the way up. Around her waist hung a thin black utility belt. In it was housed a few things like lube, various size butt plugs and a cat-o-nine whip.

In her hand she carried a long wooden paddle with holes drilled in it. In the other hand she carried handcuffs. From behind the door this deep female synthesized voice said, "Walk forward 5 steps. Do not turn around. Do not try to look." As he did as told she closed the door and stepped behind him. She said, "Put your hands behind you lower back with fingers interlaced."

 

[Jetsam]

"Walk forward 5 steps. Do not turn around. Do not try to look." As he did as told she closed the door and stepped behind him. She said, "Put your hands behind you lower back with fingers interlaced."

Dave complied though he was taken off guard by the suddenness with which he was greeted. He imagined there'd be some sort of introduction or whatever. He didn't know.

But he'd determined to commit himself to the session. That was in his nature. Giving it his all. If he didn't like it, he wouldn't come back. But at least he'd know what it was really like. And could return to Dr. Henderson on Wednesday at least having tried her suggestion.

To struggle and be uncooperative would defeat the purpose... and Dave was all about purpose. And maybe, deep down, he knew that complying kept him in control.

Dave brought his hands behind his back and interlaced his fingers, keeping his eyes cast down despite his keen curiousity. In the stillness of the room, he became aware of his rapid, shallow breath and the thudding of his heartbeat.

 

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She quickly cuffed his wrist behind his back. In an annoyed tone she said, "You have already started off in need punishment. Early or late is not SHARP!" She shoved him forward, "Keep your mouth shut. Go straight into the kitchen." When he did she turned him left to stairs leading down into a basement. She growled at him, "Move it. Sown the stairs! You will stop after you step of the last step and look straight ahead!" The light was not on for the basement yet. So, he couldn't see the "fun" that awaited him down there.

 

[Jetsam]

Dave felt the cuffs close snugly around his wrists. And just that easily he was rendered vulnerable. Not completely helpless. He assured himself he could run if he had to, kick with his legs, but it was a new, unsettling feeling to be restrained like this. And to hear this woman's stern voice command him, scold him. He hadn't been late. He'd arrived precisely at 9. But his protests were just what she was looking for, he knew. And he wouldn't give her that edge.

She guided him to the basement stairs. And Dave descended them deliberately, hands bound behind him, step by step, down into the darkness that awaited.

 

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Kelly smiled to herself. She was pleased thus far that he put up no resistance. She thought to herself, "This is going to be fun." When he finally reached the last step and stepped down, she flicked the switch that was there to turn on the light. What he saw would surely take him by surprise. There were chains with shackles hanging from the ceiling, a sex swing hanging from the ceiling, a whipping post, a chinese wooden horse, a bed with chains and shackles at the four posts and just many other devices that were related to dominating another.

In the center of the room a small living room area was set up. There was a four cushion fluffy brown sofa, a matching chair (to the side of the sofa) and a rug under the couch and chair. The rug was tan shag. Across from the sofa was a T.V. stand with a T.V and a VCR/DVD player. The T.V sat on top of the VCR/DVD player. On a shelf below the top was a row of porn movis.

Over in a corner was an eating area. There was a square wooden dinning table with two wooden chair across from each other. The chair had a hole in the center to allow a machine dildo to fit into it need be. The floor at one of the chairs had a chain link into the floor. Two short chains with shackles at the ends were attached to it. The arms of the chair had wrist shackles attached to it.

She growled to him, "Look at it all. This is how you need it. You need to be dominated and I am just the woman to do it. By the time we are finished you will be begging me to let you come back again. You are going to cum so much, Dave." After allowing him time to soak it all in she said, "Go sit on the sofa. We need to talk before we get started."

 

[Jetsam]

When the lights went on, the scene of his surroundings overwhelmed Dave. Even though he imagined what he might see here, the sight of these contraptions elicited a sense of panic he never could have anticipated. Each device was the beginning of a story his mind was struggling to complete.

But now here it was in front of him - no longer a whim, a curiousity. It would be a grim, harrowing test for Dave and his confidence (or, at least, his nonchalance) had ebbed from him once she'd turned the lights on.

Dave crossed to the couch and lowered himself to the cushion, sitting forward with his hands cuffed behind him. His eyes scanned the room, careful not to linger on any object or on his Dominatrix' face for too long.

 

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She sat in the chair next to the sofa. She crossed her long sliky legs and lokoed to him. He could not see her expressions behind the latex mask but she was smiling. The usually disguised voice said, "There are rules here, Dave. You will be expected to follow them. Failure to do so can result in punishment. Rule number one: Refer to me as master or mistress. Either of the two will be acceptable. Any other name will result in punishment. Rule number two: Do as I say how I say and when I say. Resistance will be met with punishment. Rule number three: You will never cum until I give you permission. Failure to abide by this will result in punishment. Rule number four: You will never ask me why. I should never be expected to explain myself to you. Making this mistake will result in punishment. Rule number five: You may not have sex with anyone else until I give permission. Failure to do so will result in punishment. And the last rule, number six: You will not speak of me and what we do with anyone except your therapist. Do you understand all of these rules? If you wish to ask questions this will be your only chance to do so."

 

[Jetsam]

Dave took in her instructions as best he could. Like the overwhelming sight of the bondage paraphernalia, he was now forced to process his new code of behavior. This was part of her game, Dave knew - to make him feel helpless and vulnerable, isolated in her world.

A lot of rules, all of which would result in punishment if not followed. Probably even if followed to the letter. He understood the part about complete obedience. He expected that... and that he would call her Mistress. The one about not making love to anyone without her permission - well, seeing as this would be his last visit, that seemed superfluous. As for cumming or not cumming on command, this was less under his control. Though he certainly wondered how she planned on bringing him close to climax. She certainly had a very hot body from what she could make out.

As for questions... His first thoughts were facetious: "Did you have designer in or did you do this place yourself?" or "Why the voice synthesizer - are you really a guy?" He knew this insolence was just what she was looking for and he wouldn't go down that path. He wondered how she got to be a dominatrix, wondered if it excited her, wondered how many other people came to her, wondered a lot of things about her and her "vocation," but didn't ask. She'd see it as a ploy to get inside her head and wrest control from her.

He'd pursue the path she wouldn't have figured on from this vibrant, dynamic man: the path of least resistance.

"I have a question, Mistress," Dave said. "How can I serve you?"

 

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Kelly could not help but chuckle at his question. She stood and said, "Very good, Dave. I take this to mean you understand and agree to the rules. Stand and we shall begin." She led him over to the bed. She turned him around and uncuffed him. She stepped back and said, "Do not turn around. Remove all of your clothing and place it in a pile to the right of you on the floor. Then, get on your hands and knees on the bed facing away from me."

 

[Jetsam]

She led him over to the bed. She turned him around and uncuffed him. She stepped back and said, "Do not turn around. Remove all of your clothing and place it in a pile to the right of you on the floor. Then, get on your hands and knees on the bed facing away from me."

If Dave was hoping to escape a lashing or harsh punishment by avoiding a confrontation with this woman, the reaction he got was far more disarming. Her tone was professional with him, like a nurse in a doctor’s office:

"Remove all of your clothing and place it in a pile to the right of you on the floor."

But this was more than a request now, this was a command and the distinction wasn't lost on Dave. The sense of control he'd felt up until now, even while handcuffed, faded. He was in new territory here. Surely, he could physically turn and run, even if the basement were locked, he was powerful enough to break it open. But he remembers his promise to himself to go through with it, to answer Dr. Henderson's challenge.

And hadn't he just asked this woman, his "Mistress" how he could serve her? She had told him, in no uncertain terms. Dave looked at her, trying to muster some courage, dignity, self-confidence as her gaze bore into him, impatient as he hesitated to comply. That was Rule number 1, and he was disobeying, he realized.

Dave's trembling hand fell to his waist and methodically unfastened his belt, his pants, slid them down. Kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, piled them as she had instructed. He unbuttoned his shirt and as the last button separated, he stood on the cold cement floor under her watchful eye in his underwear, his penis swollen thick and full.

He'd never felt this way before undressing in front of a woman, sliding his briefs off his hips, exposing his cock. Before this moment meant a night of passion (though, not entirely, Dave reflected - which was why he was here in the first place). Tonight, here, his straining erection shamed him. He felt his cheeks flush red and he felt her staring at him.

Completely undressed, there was nothing left to do but continue.

"Then, get on your hands and knees on the bed facing away from me," she'd instructed.

Dave did as he was told, clambering onto the bed and resting on all fours - happy, at least, to be facing away from her.

 

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She rubbed his ass cheeks and said, "You have a wonderful ass. It is just begging to be whipped." She then reached between his legs and stroked his engorged cock. She chuckled, "Don't worry, you will get to use this." She slapped his ass hard with the other hand, "You dirty boy." She then moved her hand away from his cock and too his balls. She firmly squeezed then and pulled them down a few times like she was milking a cow, "Nice big balls full of cum. You are going to be such a cum slut."

She reached into her utility belt and pulled out a cock ring. She quickly slid the right cock ring over his cock. When it reached the base she said, "You won't be cumming until that comes off. And that won't come off until I say so." She slapped his ass hard again and laughed.

She stepped away and said, "Get on the floor. Follow me on your hands and knees like the dog you are."

 

[Jetsam]

It wasn't so much the slap on his rear... or the way she handled his cock or roughly grabbed his scrotum. (He'd expected rough treatment. He'd responded to that in bed with some of his kinkier partners.) The cock ring was something new, something foreign and unwelcome she'd slid onto his dick.

No, what got Dave was the attitude with which she'd gone about it all. That's what enraged him - the way she treated him like an object...

She didn't own him. He was here on his own free will... to explore another side of himself. He would go through with this. He'd do what he was told, he'd take whatever punishment she would dish out, but no one owned Dave Smith. He wasn't her pet..

"I'm not your dog, lady," Dave snapped.

 

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Kelly grinned, "So, you have decided to speak up. What you fail to understand is that you must completely submit to truly understand what is going on here. Your rewards will be great in return for submission and cooperation. Dispute me again and you will suffer." She slapped his ass again and took a stern tone, "Do as you were told, NOW!"

 

[Jetsam]

"Do as you were told, NOW!"

She smacked his ass like an angry parent, but harder. It was clear in her eyes, in the tone of her voice that she didn't care if she hurt him.

He gazed into those light brown eyes, boring into him as they peered from beneath her mask. He assessed her. She knew he'd made his point. He'd go through with this... see where it led.

Without a further word, Dave climbed off the bed and lowered himself to the floor beside his Mistress.