Page 3 of Beneath Submission
~Two~
Listening to my favorite mix of songs on my iPod, my eyes kept reverting back to my bedroom door waiting for Mr. Colin to enter. I had no idea what was in store for me as the minutes ticked away. When midnight rolled around, I knew that I would have to wait until tomorrow to see what my fate would be. I never knew that staring at a wooden door could be so exhausting. Pushing off my bed, I headed to the bathroom to clean up before snuggling deeper under my covers away from the outside world. It was something that I had done since I was a little girl. It was my escape, even as a grown woman, though I knew that it wouldn’t keep the bad from coming in.
Slipping into my favorite nightgown, I pulled back the covers and hid beneath them, making sure that my body was covered from head to toe. I let my mind wander to the place I loved the most, which was filled with sunshine and daisies, when my eyes began to get heavy. I didn’t want to think about anything except the place that made me the happiest. Even though I don’t remember my mom’s face, I always saw her in my dreams. She was a beautiful woman with kind eyes and blonde hair that had been pulled back in a stylish bun. She always wore the same dress, which was off-white with a flower print that moved in the warm breeze whenever she moved.
The beginning of my dream always began with the two of us picking the daisies and placing them in a basket. Sometimes we would sit in the field together wishing on the petals as we tore them from the stem. My wish was always the same, that she would forever be with me and never leave. I never got the answer I needed before I woke up. It always ended too soon. Maybe this time I would.
As I closed my eyes and began drifting off to sleep, I heard the door to my bedroom creak open. I knew that it had to have been Mr. Colin. Pretending to be asleep, I didn’t move a muscle and waited for him to leave. I couldn’t hold my position any longer when the covers were flung off my body. More than anything I was startled by the act, which had caught me off guard. What surprised me more than that was seeing Simon standing next to the bed.
His voice was sharp and demanding as he said, “Colin wants you in the training room.”
Opening my eyes, I looked up at his big burly frame and asked shyly, “Why? It is so late.”
“To prepare you,” he replied, with a disturbing grin.
I was becoming very uncomfortable as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Simon’s eyes didn’t leave my body as the corner of his month lifted, which clearly displaying the dirty thoughts that were running through his mind. I covered my body as well as I could. Following a good three feet behind him, we walked out of the room and down the stairs to the training room, which was in the basement. The minute Simon let me know of Mr. Colin’s request, I knew that whatever he had planned would not end well. Of all the things he requested I do for him, going to the training room was the one thing I hated most.
Opening the door that led to the basement, Simon insisted I go first down the steps. It certainly wasn’t because he wanted to be a gentleman. He only wanted me to go ahead so he could get a good look at my backside. I held back my disgust with him only because I knew if I said anything I would be paying for it later.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, my eyes were fixed in the direction of the training room. Mr. Colin was already waiting inside the room since the light was already on. Placing his hand on my lower back, Simon dug his fingers into my spine, instructing me to move ahead. When I entered the room, Mr. Colin had everything set up.
Taking my place, which was clearly marked on the floor, I started removing my nightgown as I always did, knowing perfectly well that Simon was getting off, lusting over my exposed breasts.
With no warning, Mr. Colin ordered, “Simon, please hand me the crop from the cabinet.”
I found that to be unsettling, especially since I thought for sure that he would have requested Simon leave the room and close the door behind him instead of asking for his assistance. Falling into my submissive position, I folded my hands flat against my thighs and waited for my next instruction. Just like every other time, my eyes were lowered, unable to see what was happening around me. I dared not look up and risk being punished with the riding crop across my hands.
“My, my, little Tessa, you look so beautiful in this position. It is no wonder I am able to receive a pretty penny for your services,” Mr. Colin admitted boldly.
Focusing on the sound of his footsteps as he began to circle me, I felt Simon’s hands, rough and calloused, take hold of my shoulders, squeezing my skin roughly between his fingers. Feeling him grip my hair, he tugged upward, causing me to rise to my feet. This situation was different than anything I had experienced before. Mr. Colin never allowed anyone else to touch me during our training.
Pulling my head back, Simon lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, “We are going to have such fun,” before placing his lips on my cheek.
As much as I wanted to protest, I knew that it would be a waste of time. With concern, I watched Mr. Colin take a seat in the plush velvet chair in front of me and cross his arms on his chest. There was a grin on his face which told me that he would soon be entertained by whatever he allowed Simon to do to me.
Though I saw the crop was still in his hand, the sound of it being hit against the chair startled me as Mr. Colin gave his next order. I wanted to raise my head, but I kept it lowered as he said, “Simon, take her to the horse.”
Of all the equipment that he had in the training room, I hated the horse the most. Grabbing me by the hair, Simon dragged me over to the horse. I wasn’t sure why he had called it this, other than it had four legs and a wooden plank across the top that held it all together. Leaning my body across the wooden plank, Simon kicked my legs apart, which allowed him to easily restrain my ankles to the leather cuffs at the bottom of the back two legs. I tucked my arms under my body, hoping that I could avoid having my arms stretched out so that they could also be restrained in the cuffs at each end of the plank.
When he slapped his hand across my ass, my arms shot out from beneath my chest. In response to the message of his strike, I placed them flat against the wood so that they could be bound. Just as Simon was buckling the leather strap, I turned my head toward Mr. Colin hoping that he would reconsider allowing Simon to touch me. The only response I received was a grin and a nod letting Simon know that he could proceed.
Running his hand down my spine, his hands felt coarse and rough like sandpaper; a far cry from the smooth softness of Mr. Colin’s hands whenever he touched my body. I closed my eyes, trying to find my special place, but a sting came down on my back with a command from Mr. Colin, “Tessa, you will look at me at all times during your lesson. Is that understood?”
Nodding my head, I answered, “Yes, Mr. Colin, sir.”
“Good. Simon, you can continue,” he ordered.
Biting my tongue only because I wanted nothing more than to please Mr. Colin, I took a deep breath and focused only on him as Simon continued with his instructions. During everything thing that Mr. Colin requested, I only concentrated on his voice. As much as I hated Simon’s touch, my body couldn’t deny the way it felt. Even when he slipped his hand beneath my panties to confirm my arousal. I couldn’t stop how my body was reacting, even though I was disgusted by his touch.
“She is ready, sir,” I heard Simon confirm behind me.
“Good, you know what to do next.”
As I laid against the wooden board, completely open for Simon to make his next move, I wondered what would be next. I knew Mr. Colin’s routine by heart, so it made me wonder if Simon would be doing the same thing. Waiting for his return, I heard the cabinet being opened. I had a pretty good idea of what was inside, but with the number of toys it held, and the various ways that they could be used, there was no way of knowing what he would do. Nervous, I heard the cabinet door close, signaling that he had found what he needed.
When he placed one hand on my back and the other beneath my panties, I knew that he would be showing me soon what he had in mind. Feeling a tug on the thin, lacy strap of my panties, the snip of a scissor sounded, and I could feel the cool air of the room hit my exposed sex. Simon’s hand came down sharply on my ass as he said, “This might hurt a little.”
Feeling something cool on my most sacred place, there was a little pressure on my back gate which let me know that he was inserting a butt plug. The feeling was almost more than I could hold back, and I knew that if I came before his command, Mr. Colin would certainly punish me. I wanted to squeeze my cheeks together, but I knew it would only make the process more uncomfortable.
