Designed for Submission (Devine Designs)
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''After all, they are newlyweds.''''Sounds like the deck was loaded,'' Logan said. ''What was the bet, or dare I ask?Elizabeth tucked her feet up under her and considered. ''Hmmm, now who is the curious one?'' she asked, loving it when he growled into the phone and then laughed at being caught in his own game.Elizabeth couldn't hold back the answer: ''He has to sit through an entire Alien movie marathon next Saturday night. Nancy is addicted to scary movies, though Jason thinks they are simp...ly a waste of time. It should prove to be interesting, because, knowing Nancy, she'll be worrying all week what Jason will come up with to make it worth his time.''''I'd put my money on Jason,'' Logan said, and then added, ''care to bet?''''Absolutely not,'' Elizabeth said, ''I wouldn't bet against either you or Jason!''He laughed, thoroughly enjoying their conversation. She was extremely easy to talk with, and every moment they spent together, he was growing more and more attracted to her.Remembering the look in her eyes when he left the night before, he changed tactics. ''Did you and Nancy work all day or perhaps you got your answer?'' he asked. She smiled into the phone, remembering the conversation she and Nancy had within minutes of her arrival at their house.* * *''I was really surprised when he handed me the bag,'' Nancy said. ''I thought he had bought something for you or something to use with you.'' Elizabeth nodded because she had been hoping the same thing. While Harry had wrapped their purchases and put them into bags, Jason and Logan had stepped from around the curtain, Logan's purchase already concealed in a bag.''Anyway,'' Nancy continued, ''I didn't know what to expect. I knew he had to get it from the back of the booth, and I admit I was a little scared,'' Nancy said. ''I was almost afraid to open it. I know it's not permitted for me to accept a gift from another man. Jason told me Logan had asked his permission, and I could open it.''Elizabeth understood, since it was protocol that a collared Submissive not accept gifts from any other men, especially other Dominants, without express permission of her Dom. As the protocol ran through Elizabeth's mind, she found herself realizing that Logan was a great deal like Jason. Both men did not play the Dominant as a role they shuffled on and off. Both were strong, confident, and caring men who expected respect and obedience at all times. The warnings about her personal safety, his telling her to lock her door, and even his popping her rear when she didn't, ran through her mind. All those were small things, really, and she wondered exactly what he might demand sexually from his Submissive. Her insides clutched, and she felt her body ache with an almost desperate urge to discover the answer.''When Logan gave me the bag, he told me that he thought that I'd earned a reward for demonstrating my obedience so beautifully,'' Nancy said, bringing Elizabeth's attention back to her. ''It was so sweet. I think he was worried that getting those swats in front of him and Harry might have embarrassed me. It was such a nice thing to say.''Elizabeth smiled and then shook her head. ''Little does he know you, Nancy,'' she said. ''I know you have absolutely no problem subbing for Logan, whether it is taking a paddling or presenting your body for his use. I did think it sweet that Jason let you keep your modesty, but, girlfriend, if he had told you to strip and touch your toes, we both know you would have done it and loved every moment.''Nancy grinned and then shrugged. ''Well, all that may be true, but it was sweet of Logan. I think I'll allow him to keep his idea of my innocence as long as possible,'' Nancy said, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes.''If that's your goal, I suggest you make sure you are never in any club with him. So, what was in the bag?'' Elizabeth asked, her patience just about ending. Nancy left to run to her bedroom and returned with a flogger. It was unlike any Elizabeth had seen before. Instead of a handle on one end and strips of leather on the other, this one was much longer in length. There was a grip in the middle and each end had a purpose. One end held dozens of strips of suede and felt incredibly soft as Nancy trailed it over Elizabeth's forearm. The other also held strips but these were thicker, and each individual strand ended in a small, hard knot. Elizabeth knew they would truly sting and burn if applied to a bottom for punishment or to fulfill a desire for pain.''Pain or pleasure or a combination of both,'' Nancy said, as she held the implement and used a twisting motion of her wrist to demonstrate against Elizabeth's arm. She felt the sharp sting of the rigid strands and then the soft, almost massaging feel of the supple suede. Even the sound made when the opposite ends struck her skin was different.She looked up at Nancy. ''Wow,'' Elizabeth said, her arm tingling and her insides clenching.Nancy grinned and nodded. ''Wow is right,'' she said softly, her eyes showing her pleasure. ''Imagine this. You are in the bedroom, and your Master tells you to strip. Naturally, you immediately do so because you don't want to be naughty, especially since you'd already gotten a spanking that morning for being disrespectful. You see him standing in front of you, still fully dressed, of course, running his hands over both ends of this, letting each strand slide through his fingers, making you start to shake a bit as you take off your bra. I almost came just seeing him roll those horrid, wonderful little knots between his fingers, as I imagined him rolling my nipples. He orders you onto your hands and knees on the bed, and you see he has already put your punishment bolster right in the center. You wonder if this is going to be one of those nights when he is teaching a lesson. Your entire body is quivering, knowing that only he has the power to allow you to find the release you already so desperately need.''She paused, and Elizabeth knew she was reliving the evening before. She didn't say a word as Nancy continued to stroke the soft strands of the flogger, but her own body was definitely reacting to the visuals that Nancy's words were creating.''You climb onto the bed, naked and vulnerable, and lie across the pillow. All you can think about is that your poor ass is sticking up, naked and presented exactly as he wishes. He orders you to spread your legs as wide as you can, and you do. He isn't satisfied and spreads you just the tiniest bit further. He lays the flogger lengthwise across your bottom, exactly along the divide and you start to quiver. He spreads out the strands, slowly, one by one, until you can feel the individual strands and each of those wicked knots on the small of your back. You want to beg him to be gentle, but you know he already sees your arousal. He spreads the soft strips, letting them drop between your legs, barely touching the place you so want him to stroke.He runs his hand down your leg slowly, barely connecting with your skin until his hand closes around your ankle. He restrains first one and then the other. His fingers trail back up your body, up your spine and down your arm until you've broken out in goose bumps. Your wrists are next, and he takes his time, making sure you are securely but safely restrained. He runs his hands across your back again, feeling you tremble as he gets closer and closer to the area where he is going to be directing his attention. Your heart is pounding, and when you feel the weight of the flogger disappear from your body, you stop breathing.''Nancy paused again, and Elizabeth could hear her own heartbeat as she waited for her to continue. Perhaps Logan was correct; anticipation was an incredible thing.''You wait and it seems an eternity. Will it be the knots or the suede?
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
''After all, they are newlyweds.''''Sounds like the deck was loaded,'' Logan said. ''What was the bet, or dare I ask?Elizabeth tucked her feet up under her and considered. ''Hmmm, now who is the curious one?'' she asked, loving it when he growled into the phone and then laughed at being caught in his own game.Elizabeth couldn't hold back the answer: ''He has to sit through an entire Alien movie marathon next Saturday night. Nancy is addicted to scary movies, though Jason thinks they are simp...ly a waste of time. It should prove to be interesting, because, knowing Nancy, she'll be worrying all week what Jason will come up with to make it worth his time.''''I'd put my money on Jason,'' Logan said, and then added, ''care to bet?''''Absolutely not,'' Elizabeth said, ''I wouldn't bet against either you or Jason!''He laughed, thoroughly enjoying their conversation. She was extremely easy to talk with, and every moment they spent together, he was growing more and more attracted to her.Remembering the look in her eyes when he left the night before, he changed tactics. ''Did you and Nancy work all day or perhaps you got your answer?'' he asked. She smiled into the phone, remembering the conversation she and Nancy had within minutes of her arrival at their house.* * *''I was really surprised when he handed me the bag,'' Nancy said. ''I thought he had bought something for you or something to use with you.'' Elizabeth nodded because she had been hoping the same thing. While Harry had wrapped their purchases and put them into bags, Jason and Logan had stepped from around the curtain, Logan's purchase already concealed in a bag.''Anyway,'' Nancy continued, ''I didn't know what to expect. I knew he had to get it from the back of the booth, and I admit I was a little scared,'' Nancy said. ''I was almost afraid to open it. I know it's not permitted for me to accept a gift from another man. Jason told me Logan had asked his permission, and I could open it.''Elizabeth understood, since it was protocol that a collared Submissive not accept gifts from any other men, especially other Dominants, without express permission of her Dom. As the protocol ran through Elizabeth's mind, she found herself realizing that Logan was a great deal like Jason. Both men did not play the Dominant as a role they shuffled on and off. Both were strong, confident, and caring men who expected respect and obedience at all times. The warnings about her personal safety, his telling her to lock her door, and even his popping her rear when she didn't, ran through her mind. All those were small things, really, and she wondered exactly what he might demand sexually from his Submissive. Her insides clutched, and she felt her body ache with an almost desperate urge to discover the answer.''When Logan gave me the bag, he told me that he thought that I'd earned a reward for demonstrating my obedience so beautifully,'' Nancy said, bringing Elizabeth's attention back to her. ''It was so sweet. I think he was worried that getting those swats in front of him and Harry might have embarrassed me. It was such a nice thing to say.''Elizabeth smiled and then shook her head. ''Little does he know you, Nancy,'' she said. ''I know you have absolutely no problem subbing for Logan, whether it is taking a paddling or presenting your body for his use. I did think it sweet that Jason let you keep your modesty, but, girlfriend, if he had told you to strip and touch your toes, we both know you would have done it and loved every moment.''Nancy grinned and then shrugged. ''Well, all that may be true, but it was sweet of Logan. I think I'll allow him to keep his idea of my innocence as long as possible,'' Nancy said, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes.''If that's your goal, I suggest you make sure you are never in any club with him. So, what was in the bag?'' Elizabeth asked, her patience just about ending. Nancy left to run to her bedroom and returned with a flogger. It was unlike any Elizabeth had seen before. Instead of a handle on one end and strips of leather on the other, this one was much longer in length. There was a grip in the middle and each end had a purpose. One end held dozens of strips of suede and felt incredibly soft as Nancy trailed it over Elizabeth's forearm. The other also held strips but these were thicker, and each individual strand ended in a small, hard knot. Elizabeth knew they would truly sting and burn if applied to a bottom for punishment or to fulfill a desire for pain.''Pain or pleasure or a combination of both,'' Nancy said, as she held the implement and used a twisting motion of her wrist to demonstrate against Elizabeth's arm. She felt the sharp sting of the rigid strands and then the soft, almost massaging feel of the supple suede. Even the sound made when the opposite ends struck her skin was different.She looked up at Nancy. ''Wow,'' Elizabeth said, her arm tingling and her insides clenching.Nancy grinned and nodded. ''Wow is right,'' she said softly, her eyes showing her pleasure. ''Imagine this. You are in the bedroom, and your Master tells you to strip. Naturally, you immediately do so because you don't want to be naughty, especially since you'd already gotten a spanking that morning for being disrespectful. You see him standing in front of you, still fully dressed, of course, running his hands over both ends of this, letting each strand slide through his fingers, making you start to shake a bit as you take off your bra. I almost came just seeing him roll those horrid, wonderful little knots between his fingers, as I imagined him rolling my nipples. He orders you onto your hands and knees on the bed, and you see he has already put your punishment bolster right in the center. You wonder if this is going to be one of those nights when he is teaching a lesson. Your entire body is quivering, knowing that only he has the power to allow you to find the release you already so desperately need.''She paused, and Elizabeth knew she was reliving the evening before. She didn't say a word as Nancy continued to stroke the soft strands of the flogger, but her own body was definitely reacting to the visuals that Nancy's words were creating.''You climb onto the bed, naked and vulnerable, and lie across the pillow. All you can think about is that your poor ass is sticking up, naked and presented exactly as he wishes. He orders you to spread your legs as wide as you can, and you do. He isn't satisfied and spreads you just the tiniest bit further. He lays the flogger lengthwise across your bottom, exactly along the divide and you start to quiver. He spreads out the strands, slowly, one by one, until you can feel the individual strands and each of those wicked knots on the small of your back. You want to beg him to be gentle, but you know he already sees your arousal. He spreads the soft strips, letting them drop between your legs, barely touching the place you so want him to stroke.He runs his hand down your leg slowly, barely connecting with your skin until his hand closes around your ankle. He restrains first one and then the other. His fingers trail back up your body, up your spine and down your arm until you've broken out in goose bumps. Your wrists are next, and he takes his time, making sure you are securely but safely restrained. He runs his hands across your back again, feeling you tremble as he gets closer and closer to the area where he is going to be directing his attention. Your heart is pounding, and when you feel the weight of the flogger disappear from your body, you stop breathing.''Nancy paused again, and Elizabeth could hear her own heartbeat as she waited for her to continue. Perhaps Logan was correct; anticipation was an incredible thing.''You wait and it seems an eternity. Will it be the knots or the suede?
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