Chapter 12 #2
However, Eve considered how Ruthi had fought against relaxing into her submission.
Nothing Eve had asked of Ruthi had been extreme.
Thinking back over the day, leaning her head against her headrest as she let the soothing island sounds of the star-filled night wash over her body, Eve began to analyze the details of Ruthi’s last scene, well aware she was facing a bumpy road.
When Ruthi had arrived at the secluded dungeon, the visibly nervous new submissive had gone into the aftercare room immediately to change her clothes. A sheer teal babydoll nightie with no panties waited for her on the counter this time. Then, she had hurried out, kneeling as Eve had taught her.
“Good girl, Ruthi,” Eve had praised, the Dominatrix noting that Ruthi’s positioning had much improved.
“Now, I would like you to place your hands on the floor in front of you, cross them, one on top of the other, then lean forward until your forehead is resting on them. Widen your knees as far as they will go and arch your back slightly so that your bottom raises up in the air a bit. I should be able to see every inch of your vagina, with nothing hidden from me.”
After a sharp intake of breath, Ruthi had followed Eve’s order, the soft whimpers escaping from her in direct contrast to the moisture that had started to pool at her body’s entrance.
Unhooking the flogger from the belt of her black leather pants, Eve had smiled slightly as Ruthi moaned from the feel of the soft leather falls that caressed her naked back and thighs.
“A flogger,” the Domme had informed the edgy woman.
“Can be used for both pleasure and pain. Of course, if there is any serious discipline to be meted out, I much prefer to use a stiff riding crop instead of my flogger. Watching the red stripes and welts of properly executed crop strikes rising up on the bare ass and thighs of a disobedient submissive is quite satisfying, for a Dominant at least.”
Then she had trailed the falls of the flogger over Ruthi’s bare bottom.
“However, an erotic spanking, when the Mistress or Master hears the moans and little gasps of the submissive when these stinging lashes land on their flesh, even as they become rigidly hard or the juice from between their legs drips on the floor below, will become an almost uncontrollable craving for virtually every sub. It will not matter if they are on their hands and knees with their knees wide and their naked bottom high in the air, if they are restrained on a St. Andrew’s cross or a bondage wheel, or if they find themselves chained to a forced orgasm tower.
Just the thought of sinking into the hands of someone who can discipline them in an erotic way, when every ounce of control has been stripped away from them, is enough to allow most submissives to fully submit.
Don’t move or lift your head, else you will be punished.
” Then she had struck. When the tails of the flogger had landed squarely on Ruthi’s bare, vulnerable ass, Ruthi had squealed and jumped, but she had not tried to get away, mindful of her Domme’s order.
Sipping her tea, Eve nodded as she acknowledged how her new submissive had taken her first erotic spanking as well as could be expected.
As the lashes had continued to fall, Eve had staggered her blows, vigilant to avoid Ruthi’s kidney area, which could easily result in damage, as she had carefully watched Ruthi grow wetter and wetter as the spanking progressed.
But, Eve grimaced, shifting a bit in her chair, while Ruthi Shay’s body had been all in as it had submitted to the control of her Domme, her mind had still been struggling against letting go.
When Ruthi’s bottom and thighs became red and inflamed, Eve had stepped back and hooked her flogger back onto her belt, intending to sanitize it when the scene was complete as per protocol, then had closely observed the submissive.
Although trembling and decidedly aroused, Ruthi’s jaw was slightly clenched, and the muscles in her arms and legs had faintly tightened.
She hadn’t been trying to take control from Eve, to top from the bottom, but she had consciously or unconsciously been fighting against her total submission, as Eve had already expected she would.
When Eve had instructed Ruthi to follow her further into the dungeon, gesturing for her to step up to the St. Andrew’s cross, Ruthi had paled but had done so with only a slight hesitation.
“Face the cross, then stretch out your arms and rest your hands by the top restraints, opening your legs so your feet are positioned near the bottom restraints.”
When she was in position, the Domme had quickly secured her, turning her sub’s head to the side, so that Ruthi was firmly cuffed to the cross, unable to move.
Unhooking her flogger once more, Eve had once again run the tails all over Ruthi’s body for several minutes in silence, heightening the now-shaking submissive’s apprehension.
“The next time you are on my cross,” Eve had whispered with her scarlet-painted lips at the shell of Ruthi’s ear.
“You will be completely naked. The bondage wheel will be unsecured so I can spin your body as I will. While I will not touch you between your legs, as per protocol, I can position you so your glorious arousal is visible right under my eyes. Because your waxing appointment is tomorrow at the spa, you will be completely bare for my pleasure.”
Ruthi’s shaking had intensified, her whimpers becoming audible.
“And you will know exactly what it’s like to experience a proper flogging at the hands of your Mistress, little one.
There will be no holding back the next time, no controlling your reaction or your submission to me as you did tonight.
You will let go. I have already vowed to you that you are safe here, Ruthi Shay, and you deserve to be the submissive you have longed to be for so long. ”
With a sigh, swallowing the last of her tea, Eve thought about the rest of the scene.
She had chosen not to do anything further, instead releasing Ruthi from the cross and taking her into the aftercare area.
Ruthi had been stunned and surprised when Eve had given her water and chocolate, then had bathed her, rubbing her briskly with warm, dry towels, then had held her naked on her lap in the big armchair until she had judged that Eve had come fully down.
Kissing her tenderly on her forehead, the Domme had told her to get dressed, informing Ruthi she had been released for the evening, then had slipped out the door and disappeared.
What made Eve’s heart hurt was knowing how much Ruthi wanted to submit so badly but had such a tight net of control woven around herself.
Helping her to tear it open was going to take every ounce of Eve’s skill, patience, and perseverance.
Picking up her empty glass, the Domme stood, ready to go back into the cottage.
“What the hell did that bitch do to you, little sub?” Eve growled, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the peaceful, tree-dappled landscape bathed in moonlight.
“What made you so afraid to let go, to trust? No matter what happened, however, defeat is not an option, love. Because I will not stop until you are finally free.”