Sweet Submission - The Taming of a Lady
This particular excerpt was stol..errr..ahhhh..i mean ahh…borrowed, yes, borrowed from the diary of the lovely Lady Blaire of Castle Stonehaven…I like to call it…”The Taming of a Lady”…or…”Sweet Submission”. Remember, these are HER very words!
Storm clouds threatened overhead as I attempted to ride home after visiting friends from another castle, across land I was nae entirely familiar with. Those friends had tried to convince me to stay with them overnight, but I have always been a strong, stubborn woman. I was nae in the mood to let a little storm change my plans. Nor was I in the mood to fight off Lord Broc’s advances all night long. He can nae understand why I do nae fall at His feet with loving adoration! But, that is another entry…
With the storm approaching, I thought I would be wise and take a short cut through the woods. But moments later I realized it was going to be dark before I would reach the other side. I panicked, and turned around, but somehow I had lost my sense of direction.
Thunder roared and lightening struck nearby, causing my young horse to throw me and run off. I was nae injured, but my dress was torn badly, barely hanging on to my body as I trudged through the woods. The forceful winds and drenching rain only made the dress more heavy and cumbersome, so I tore it free, stripped my petticoats away, and proceeded on with my journey in only a sheer undergarment. My shoes were lost deep in the mud somewhere and my long locks had fallen from jeweled combs, and were plastered to my face and shoulders.
I had almost given up hope when I made out a faint light in the distance through the trees. I focused on that light until I finally came to a large clearing. There stood a quaint castle before me. Without realizing what a site I must be at this point, I ran to the door and knocked and waited for some savior to take me in. I collapsed from exhaustion just as the door opened…
When I awoke, I was wrapped in a thick scratchy blanket before a roaring fire. I sat up, and the blanket fell from my shoulders. It was then that I realized I was completely nude! I looked up and saw several Knights staring back. They focused on my bare chest and laughed to themselves as I quickly pulled the blanket back around me, my face hot with embarrassment.
“So, little lassie, ye are awake now. Eat some soup and get your strength back, then we can decide what to do with ye!” The tallest of the men was addressing me. The other men laughed amongst themselves as an older, plump woman brought me a bowl of soup and some bread.
I was starving and still chilled to the bone, so I began to eat the warm soup gratefully. It was only a few moments later when I realized the Lords had mistaken me for a servant!
“M’Lords…” I started to speak, but my voice was still weak and they paid no attention to me. I cleared my throat loudly and began again…”M’LORDS!!”
They turned their attention to me with a look of surprise upon their faces.
“What is it, girl?” One asked in an annoyed tone.
“I beg Your pardon, M’Lord, but I am no girl. I am a Lady from…”…and my sentence was drowned out with roaring laughter from the men. Even the older woman looked amused.
The tallest Lord spoke to me again. “Finish your soup girl and stop muttering such nonsense. It is obvious a fine Lady would nae be wandering about in sheer, tattered skivvies. Now do nae speak again unless ye are spoken to, or I will be forced to take a paddle to your lovely backside. Understand?”
My mouth gaped open in astonishment, but I could tell by the look in His eyes that He meant every word. I chose to lower my head and finish my soup. It was creating a nice warm feeling deep inside my belly.
After I had finished eating, I sat very still before the fire, hoping the Men would continue talking and drinking Their ale and forget about me. I was so very quiet and still that I actually dozed off. When I awoke, I was feeling much better and decided it was time to get some proper respect from the Men of this home. I clutched the blanket tightly around me and looked around the room. The men were nowhere to be seen. But the plump lady came in and motioned for me to follow her to a small room behind the scullery.
She had drawn a hot bath and laid out a skimpy little dress that was even sheerer than my undergarments! The bath looked so inviting that I decided nae to argue at this point. I dropped the blanket and quickly emerged myself in the hot water. The lady helped me wash my hair and added lavender scent to the water as I bathed.
We never spoke, which was fine with me. She helped me towel dry myself and my long blonde hair, and combed it out gently. Then she handed me the dress and disappeared before I could protest. I looked around and there was nae another piece of material to be seen. I shrugged, slipped on the little dress and walked quietly back into the Great Hall. Unfortunately two of the men had returned and were sitting in large chairs by the hearth.
The tall Knight who had spoken to me earlier rose and smiled. His gaze traveled up and down my body and again, I felt the hot flush on my face. The other Knight was staring only at my chest, causing me to cross my arms in front of me. He laughed and picked up His ale, but remained quiet as the tall one made the introductions.
“You clean up real nice, girl. I knew ye would. Now, you have already met sadie…and I am Lord Fergus, and this is my brother Lord Malcolm. You have stumbled upon Castle Lachlan. It belongs to us, and now you do too. We have been searching for a pretty servant girl but they are few and far between in these parts. I do nae know who ye may have belonged to before, but finders keepers I always say.”
He finally paused long enough for me to get a word in… “But M’Lord, as I tried to tell Ye earlier, I am nae…”
In an instant, the other man reached out and grabbed my arm and yanked me down over His knee. I felt Him push the hem of the dress up and out of the way as He proceeded to give me three hard smacks across my bare backside. I squealed and squirmed as His hand rested on my bare skin a moment, then He finally set me back on my feet. The grin on His face filled me with fury, but even I could nae deny the warm tingles that spread over me. I blinked back tears that were forming in my crystal blue eyes and opened my mouth to protest such behavior, but I quickly found myself gagged with a wide cloth that was tied tightly behind my head.
Both men laughed and drank more ale and made jokes about how a lass’s mouth was only good for one thing anyway. The louts!
Lord Fergus suddenly pulled me into His lap and soon His hands were roaming freely over my body. I protested loudly with muffled sounds under the gag, but He paid no attention. He held my hands behind me as He explored my breasts, His hands moving over the material of the sheer garment. The sensation against my nipples caused them to harden like little pebbles and He pinched each one rather hard. At one point, my protests sounded more like whimpers, and He smiled. “Ahhh, I thought so,” was all he said.
They then forced me to kneel on a fur rug before the fire, and for quite some time, ignored me completely as they discussed various topics pertaining to their home and nearby village. For some reason, I became annoyed that I was being ignored. Those tingles that I had felt earlier were still there, and were growing stronger. I told myself it was fear and anger, but I think even then, I knew it was something else. I suddenly realized they were talking about me, and looked up at them.
“Keep those lovely eyes cast downward, pretty. You are nae to look upon your Master’s face without permission. Now, let’s see…you will need a name. What do Ye think, brother?”
The two men pondered various names as I studied the floor. I wasn’t exactly sure why I had obeyed that particular command. Perhaps it was because it seemed the easiest thing to do at the time. Or perhaps, I wanted to?
I jumped as Lord Malcolm shouted, “treasure, look at Me now!!” He stood before me as I let my eyes travel up to His. I suddenly felt cold metal against my flesh as He abruptly locked a collar around my neck. A chain leash was attached and He tugged on it until I followed on all fours. He sat down in His chair and looked directly into my eyes.
“I want to tell you something, treasure. This collar and this leash are nae meant to harm, degrade or upset you. They are but toys and perhaps in a way, symbols. I am a very dominant man, as is my brother, and We have looked high and low for a submissive lass to tend to Our needs. I see a submissive soul when I look deep into your eyes. Otherwise, I would nae be doing this.”
He only chuckled as I shook my head in disagreement.
“I know that you do nae see yerself that way at the moment, lass. But trust me, I know of which I speak. It’s inside you…deep inside you. I suspect you have already felt it stirring. You are just nae sure what to do with it yet. Just trust Us, and do nae fight it.”
He paused for a moment and then continued. “Know and understand that being submissive is nae the same as being weak. Quite the opposite is true. It takes great strength and amazing trust to submit your mind, body and soul to another. You WILL submit to me, and to my brother. We will each have you. But you will nae be raped. You will honor Us with the gift of your own sweet submission and while doing so, your satisfaction will reach heights you have only dreamt of. We will treasure you, hence, your new name.” He nodded and unhooked the leash and walked away.
Sadie then came and led me up to a tiny room in the tower. She removed the gag and closed the door behind her. I could hear the faint click as the door was locked, leaving me for the night with only a fur rug, a blanket, and my thoughts.
......to be continued on September's Story Night........