Chapter 14 : Surrender (Reworked)

I decided I was not completely satisfied with Ronely Eder’s responses.  In some places he comes off too soft and in others harsher than I would have liked; at least for now.  His personality is loosely based on someone that taught me a lot.  It has been a long time since I have spoken with him but I still want to do this right.  As a submissive I am also having a difficult time seeing things from his point of view.  I know what I would like to see in his behavior, but that might not always be the right response.  I have reworked a few parts of this chapter and have cut it in a new location.  I think the second half really needs to be separated.  I have cut off where he accepts her submission, but I will leave the punishment of the next day for a new chapter.  And I really want to rework that part entirely.  I let him lose his temper which he would never do.  He should be able to control his own emotions if he is going to take the responsibility of controlling her.  For that I will offer up my apologies.  I would like Sir Eder to embody a caring, nurturing, strict Master that will foster growth and teach J to always strive to be better than she is today.  As always your comments are welcome.  Here or if you want more anonymity then contact me either in Second Life or send me an email.

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The old pick-up truck bore years of dust and hard work that made it rattle and bumped over every rock in the uneven road.  J sat in the passenger seat and relished the fresh air that blew across her face through the open window.  She realized how much she had missed feeling the sun on her face and the smell of the fresh ocean air.  The blue eyed-man sat in the seat next to her with his attention focused on the road.  She studied his face.  He was young and handsome, but not so young that the boy he once was still remained visible.  His years of experience were written in the small creases beside his eyes and in the faint lines around his upturned lips.  She did not know what lay ahead but she liked the idea that she had been chosen by this gentle man.

They rode in near silence for a long time.  He hummed along quietly to the music playing on the radio while she watched the waves crash along the shore and stole quick glances at him when she thought he would not notice.  Just as the first gentle hues of sunset began to appear on the horizon the truck slowed and turned off the main road onto one that headed towards the center of the island.  All around her were rolling hills covered in long green prairie grass, speckled with wild flowers growing around a vast network of vernal pools.  Scattered on the upper slopes of the hills were old gnarled olive trees.  At one time they would have been a fertile, abundant orchard.   Now, they stood unattended with no one to care for them.  The roots twisted up to the branches that were untrimmed and looked like the faces old men standing guard over the delicate wild flowers. 

When the truck finally turned onto a long gravel drive J’s breath caught in her throat.  Along both sides of the drive, in tidy rows, were fields of tulips in every color.  The rainbow of color swayed with the soft ocean breezes and disappeared far off into the distance as they danced towards the night where darkness greeted the evening’s twilight.  The brakes squeaked as the old work truck rolled to a stop behind a two story gingerbread style farmhouse.  The blue-eyed man jumped out of the truck and circled around the back to J’s door where he opened it and offered her a hand down.

“Do you like it?” he finally spoke, gesturing to the house and the fields around it with a sweep of his hand.  J was so consumed with taking in every sight that she barely murmured her assent; in awe she merely nodded.

“Please, let me show you in,” and he guided her by the arm through the back screened porch and into a simple but warm kitchen.  He chuckled and said, “Well I guess you know this is the kitchen.  It is not much, but anything you need just let me know and I will take care of it.  Until now I have always lived alone and I do not need much.”

He guided her past a formal dining room and into a large living room.  It was spacious and clearly masculine, but it had a grace and elegance that J appreciated.  She thought that it suited this mysterious man well.  He pointed out the lights, a book shelf, and an extra blanket on the back of the couch in case she got cold at night.  He stood by quietly amused while she surveyed the room for some clues that would tell her more about who he was.  On the wall, near the base of the stairs, where they entered the room from the kitchen, there was a faded photograph of an older couple holding hands sitting in rocking chairs on the front porch of the home, but not much else decorated the walls.

He cleared his throat and offered, “Shall we?” but he did not wait as he took her elbow and led her through a set of doors and into a bedroom.  The bed took up most of the room and after the beds in the prison J could think of nothing else but jumping into it and burying herself, up to her chin, in the oversized quilt.  “Will this do for tonight?  It is not much but I did not have much time.  When I heard the rumor that you were going to be auctioned I converted my study for you to use.”

J’s response was a hearty nod of her head and a smile that lit up the room, but as soon as her smile reached the edges of her eyes she looked from the bed to the man beside her and wondered what this new found freedom would cost her.

He folded his hands behind his back and looked at the floor quietly for a moment gathering his thoughts.  “Look, I am sure you are tired and we can discuss more tomorrow.  I will say for this tonight; this house is not as large and fancy as some of the homes in Mystic Cove, but it is homey and you will want for nothing if you choose to stay here and serve me.  I will not keep you here against your will.”  He placed his finger under her chin and gently brought her eyes up to meet his, “Do you understand me?  If you want to leave you are to tell me and I will make sure you are taken care of?”

J nodded silently overwhelmed by the sudden austerity in his tone.

“I am sorry but this time that will not do.”  He put special emphasis on ‘will’ before he continued his thought, “You will have to speak to me clearly, so that I can hear that you wish to stay.”

Feeling overwhelmed she found her voice, “Yes, thank you.  It is lovely and I am so very grateful for your generosity.”  J blushed suddenly very aware of her nakedness with him standing so close.  Something in her stirred as his aroma drifted into her through her nose.  She closed her eyes and let it envelop her.  She wanted to kiss him.  She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, but grasped only air.  He had moved one step out of her reach.

He was smiling at her when she finally opened her eyes again.  He seemed amused by her display.  With a chuckle he turned her around, swatted her once playfully, and pointed her in the direction of the bathroom, “I am sure you will want a warm bath to relax.  You should find everything you need through that door.”  And with his pronouncement he turned and left the room closing the door behind him.

J listened to the stairs creak and his footsteps cross the floor above her.  There were muffled sounds and she could tell he was preparing for bed.  The thought of a warm bath called to her and moments later she was soaking with warm water lapping across her shoulders.  He had been right a bath was just what she needed.  Before long she was curled up under the covers of the large bed drifting off into her dreams.

In the morning J awoke to the serene calm of the morning sun high in the sky.  She yawned and lazily stretched her arms over her head.  The view was breathtaking.  In the corner of the room was a Queen Ann style turret with windows to the ceiling.  Outside in the front yard grew an ancient olive tree.  Around the base it was surrounded by tulips of bright reds, pinks, and yellows.  In the shade of the tree was an old wooden style park bench.  Beyond the yard and as far as the hills beyond were the fields of tulips she had seen yesterday.  She rolled onto her belly, propped her chin in her hands and marveled at the beauty in front of her.

Getting out of bed she pulled the sheet from under the quilt and wrapped it around herself so that it flowed over her breasts and over her soft delicate skin giving her the feel of being the Grecian goddess, Hestia.  She quietly opened the door and peeked out.  The house was still.  There was a large bay window with a seat that looked out from the living room, through the front porch, to the yard.  There was no one in the room.  She looked up the stairs and listened for any sounds, but heard nothing.  In the dining room she found a table with seating for ten.  The table was set with fine china that appeared to be waiting for a grand dinner party, but the dust collected on the place settings told her that no one had used them in a very long time.  Her futile search ended in the kitchen, but it was quiet too.  The only evidence that anyone had been there was a pot simmering on the stove and a small pile of dishes soaking in a basin of what had once been hot soapy water.  Outside the back window J could see the truck was gone.        

Next to the sink was a small radio that J turned on so that the sounds of her footsteps on the floor would not echo through the isolated house.  She found some soap as she swayed along to the rhythm of the music and refilled the sink with fresh water.  Twisting the cloth at the top freed up her hands to scrub the dishes, but by the time she finished the front of the sheet was saturated through to her bare skin.  Leaving the clean dishes on the side of the sink to dry she went back to her room to hang the sheet in the shower.

She was not accustomed to being in a strange man’s house alone without her clothes and it made J uncomfortable.  She climbed back into the soft bed and pulled the quilt back up to her chin.  She looked around the room.  It had the faint smell of fresh paint.  She watched the tulips until she grew bored.  J decided she could not just lay in bed forever when she remembered the extensive collection of books on the shelves in the living room.  After looking both ways to be sure that no one would surprise her J tiptoed across the room to the bookshelf.  None of the books were familiar to her so she picked the one that appeared to have the most wear on the cover and carried it back to her bed. 

Curled up under the safety of her covers she got lost in the story and time slipped away from her.  She did not realize how late in the day it was until she heard the crunch of the gravel compacted under the wheels of the truck.  She listened as it came to a creaking stop near the back door.  Heavy footsteps walked across the kitchen floor and they were followed by the clink of dishware being returned to its proper place.

“J?” he called to her from the kitchen.

She fought the tightness in her throat and barely whispered, “In…”  She cleared her throat and tried again, “In here,” choked out her raspy reply.  He was coming towards her and she sat up, pulled the quilt up around her, and tucked it in under her.

He filled the door frame and looked weary. “Have you been in bed all day?” he asked, his voice was loud but he maintained control.

J bit her cheek and nodded. “I am afraid I lost track of time reading a little.”

He looked at the book and the placement of her finger as a bookmark.  “It would appear that you have done a bit more than a little reading.  Have you eaten anything all day?”

J felt like a scolded child as she shook her head no.

“I see.  So you have spent the whole day lounging in bed not taking care of even your basic needs?”

She snuck a quick glimpse of his stern face and lowered her gaze to the book in her lap and silently shook her head no again.

“Make that bed and join me into the kitchen, please.”  And with that he turned and left the room.

J quickly did as she was told and when she crept into the kitchen he was at the stove adding herbs and small vegetables to the pot simmering on the stove.  “Mm, that smells delicious,” she purred and her stomach chimed in with a loud growl.  She walked over to him with her arms folded across her bare breasts and peered into the pot, but the green sludge made her recoil, “but it looks disgusting,” she announced sticking out her tongue and turning up her nose.

He smiled at her and dropped another scoop into the pot, “So this is how you behave when you are a guest in someone’s home?  You sleep all day and then insult their cooking?”  He turned to her and picked her up by her waist and deposited her on the small wooden breakfast table as effortlessly as he had put the vegetable slices into the stew.  “Well, then let me resolve that matter.”  He snatched the cloth napkin that had been folded neatly next to the plate and tied it over her eyes announcing, “Now you will not have to see it.”

J reached up and pulled the napkin down from one eye, “If my eyes are covered how will I find my mouth?”

He swirled the spoon around his concoction, looked over his shoulder, shook his head, and said, “You do not seem to have much trouble there, little girl.  Now put that blindfold back on.”

With a mischievous glare J smiled at him, but did not return the blindfold.

He shook his spoon at her and stated, “You, young lady, are not my first rodeo.”  He walked over to her, laid the spoon on the table, picked up the second napkin, and quickly tied both of her hands behind her back.  While he tied her he explained, “Yesterday I told you I would not keep you here against your wishes.  I have you tied up so from here forward if you are ever uncomfortable or fearful you will let me know by saying ‘yellow light’.  Do you understand this?”  He waited for her response.

“Yes, I understand,” she answered flatly.

“Good.  If you say ‘yellow light’ it does not mean that I will stop, but it lets me know you are uncomfortable and gives me the option to reconsider the direction I am taking you or to stop and discuss it with you.  At the point you are comfortable again you will let me know by saying ‘green light’.  You will never defy me.  If I do not stop or after discussing it I decide to continue and we reach a point where I ask you to do something and you are unable to comply you are to immediately say ‘red light’ and everything I am doing will stop instantly.  Do you understand?”

She nodded yes from her perch on the table.

“For today since it is new tell me where you are on that scale.”

A grin spread across J’s face and she announced, “Green light.”

“Good.  If you behave I will endeavor to keep you closer to yellow light,” and while he spoke he reached up and replaced the blindfold over her eyes.

“And here I thought you were going to use that great big spoon of yours to spank me,” J teased.

The blue-eyed man teased back, “And why would I reward such rebellious behavior?”

“You might spare your rod, but what will you do with a spoiled,” she paused her saucy comment before she grinned and added, “feast?”

“Eager are you?” He asked as he picked up the spoon and stroked it down the outside of her thigh. 

J sucked in her breath and her stomach tightened.  She realized her bluff had just been called.

“Stand,” he directed with the spoon still pinned to her leg.

Slowly she stood from the table and all of her prior bravado disappeared into the silence that filled the kitchen.  She listened to his breathing.  Anticipation mixed with apprehension while she waited.  He lifted the spoon and laid it between her breasts drawing a line to her belly before laying it aside.

Silently, he laid his hands on her arms and turned her around until she was facing the table.  He bent her over at the waist and pressed his hand onto her back until her nipples were smashed against the unforgiving wooden table.  She felt his hips push hard against her bare thighs.  He leaned across her to push the plates to safety.  He took a step back; was slow and relaxed, but J’s heart raced.  He brushed the wooden spoon over her bare upturned cheeks in a slow swirl.  J braced herself; she had not calculated that he might react to her enticement.  He slid the spoon down her thighs and up between her legs barely skimming the skin.  He gently tapped her legs until she spread them open and her feet were braced outside the table legs.  “I really should have done this sooner for your not eating all day.”  J was about to open her mouth with another impudent comment when his palm connected with her bare skin.  “One word and I will use the spoon,” he said emphasizing the word “will” with another strike.  At first, all that J felt was the quick sting, but the resulting heat radiated deep into her skin.   His palm was large and covered most of her delicate skin with each strike.  He started slow and hard, but covered a new area with each slap.  The sound of his flesh meeting hers sent tingles through her body and while she felt the stinging sensation she longed for the warmth of his flesh on hers. 

Suddenly he stopped.  J impulsively whimpered; not wanting it to end.  She was confused.  “Why would she enjoy this so much?”

“I said not a word but your begging stirs me to sympathy.”  She could hear his smile but his voice had changed.

Several vigorous swats came quickly and then he rubbed her burning flesh with his course hand.  The callouses tenderly grazing over the small raised areas of her reddened flesh.  One stroke edged close to where her passion was igniting in torrents of moisture.  She squirmed and tried to position herself closer to his finger, but as she easily as the flames of her desire were stoked he denied her the satisfaction and took his hand away.  He leaned over her pressing his hips to the back of her thigh.  She felt the large bulge through his thick work pants.  She panted softly and he whispered in her ear, “You are a lovely shade of pink.  Did you enjoy that J?”

Breathlessly she nodded, her hips betrayed her; tilting up to meet him and was only able to mumble her appreciation to which he smiled and replied, “Good.  I did too.  We will have to try that again.”

He stood and walked back to the stove and stirred the spoon back in the pot as J gulped in fresh air and enjoyed the warm sensation on her skin and the moisture that revealed her growing desire for this blue-eyed man.  She listened as he ladled up a plate of food.  He brought the plate to the table and carefully helped J back to her original sitting position with his free hand.

“Open your mouth, but be careful.  It is hot,” he warned as he brought the spoon to her lips.  She pouted, but carefully let him place it into her mouth where the delightful flavors floated over her tongue.  He patiently spooned every bite into her mouth as she sat blind and helpless before him.  When she could eat no more he filled another plate for himself and brought it to the table.  He wedged the plate between her legs balancing it precariously on the edge of the table before lifting her back slightly and spreading her legs to make more room.  She sat before him; blinded, with her arms bound tightly behind her back, her flesh burned against the cool wooden table, her legs spread wide, and in awe that he sat calmly eating his meal.

He took two bites and began to chuckle, “I guess I did not need to ask if you enjoyed yourself,” he teased.  He then licked his spoon clean, blew on it, and pressed the cool arched metal against her moist labia.  J shuttered and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out.  She wanted to beg for more but hesitated.  He licked the spoon again and continued his meal.

When he had finished the remainder of his meal in silence he leaned back in his chair.  He took in a deep breath and let it out satisfied, then walked over to the sink and rinsed the dirty dishes, before he turned to her, “You are beautiful,” he declared.  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

J blushed, grateful for the blindfold that hid her eyes.  She did not know how to respond.

He continued without waiting for her, “When I first came upon you at the tree it was clear you needed a protector, in the pub your spirit amused me, when I heard that you were to be auctioned I was drawn to you, and seeing you on the stand I was mesmerized by your grace, but it was not until this moment that I realized just how beautiful you are. Come to me and kneel for me please.”  He took her by the arm and led her to the living room.

In the living room he guided her to the floor and helped her to kneel on a soft cushion before he sat in a chair facing her.  He sat quietly for some time and J listened to his breathing.  It was not his normal relaxed mood.  He spoke thoughtfully, “J you bewilder me.  I have never owned a vessel before.  I have never seen the need for one, but I want you more than I have wanted any vessel before.”  He paused; still gathering his thoughts, “Let me be clear,” he continued.  “I am not your Master nor am I your lover.  You will call me Sir.  I will not use you as a vessel and I will not whip you but I will spank you on occasion, because I enjoy it and so that you will remember whom you serve.  Do you still consent?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied sweetly.

“I will remove the blindfold now but from this moment forward your sole focus will be to see and serve no one but me.”

J nodded and replied, “Yes Sir.  I promise.”

He untied the blindfold and removed it from J’s eyes.  She blinked letting the light back in.  He was looking down on her and she beamed back up into his face.  He patted her on the head, leaving his fingers entwined in her hair, picked up a book from the small table beside him, and began reading to himself, looking down at her from time to time.

J was surprised to see the sun had gone down while she was blindfolded and wondered how long it had all taken.  She had gone from an independent college graduate to blissfully agreeing to serve this blue-eyed man’s every whim in the short span that it took the sun to change the day to night.  She wanted with all her being to be free to touch him, but she waited, watching him, studying the way he moved.  She was happier than she had been in a very long time, maybe ever.

He did not take his eyes off the page, but his foot snaked between her knees, “A good girl would be more welcoming.”

J parted her knees without taking her eyes off of his, but he did not move.  She waited.

“Are you trying to please me to just doing the bare minimum?  I asked for you to display yourself openly to me and I want your best effort, please.”

This time J spread her legs wide and his foot skimmed the vee that her body formed, from one knee to the other, “You please me greatly J, but we have an early day tomorrow.  I will take you into town for supplies.  I think maybe we should get you a chiton.  Starting tomorrow I want you to cook dinner since you are not a fan of my cooking and a cover will offer some protection.  I am sure you are in need of a few other items, so be thinking of what you need.  But I think you had better get some sleep now.  Please say goodnight, girl.”

“Goodnight Sir,” J blurted obediently and struggled to her feet.  He sat watching her with amusement. 

He cleared his throat drawing her attention back to him, “I believe you have forgotten something,” he said simply.  J smiled and kissed him quickly.  While her lips were still on his cheek he reached up and pinched her nipple making her jump.  “Turn around child.”  She obeyed and he freed her hands before she scampered off to her room to the echoes of his laughter.