Tales of Submission 2: More Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

By Matt Nicholson

"Tales of Submission 2" features twelve stories chock full of erotic female punishment and discipline that range from well-established D/s relationships to the ones that are much closer to the ground floor. Jude Mason’s “Lady Catherina’s Comeuppance,” for example, tells a ground floor kind of tale about a headstrong high society girl who learns a lesson in humility at the hands of a sadistic stable hand with a penchant for electrical toys.

Cherry Lee, gives us “Double Play,” a story of dominance and showmanship at its finest. The man in charge is a bit of a carnival barker whose two beautiful slaves are bound, displayed and tormented with, and by, each other for the entertainment of a special audience. Lee Ash takes us to “A Bavarian Castle” where a lovely young gal trades a night in one of the most luxurious, and expensive, castles in Europe for a lesson in BDSM that will likely change her life forever.

Rounding out the return engagements from our first "Tales of Submission" are “My Name is Artemis Jeffery” and “His Name is Artemis Jeffery,” both penned by Matt Nicholson. In these stories, you’ll delve into the minds of a self-proclaimed "procurer of goods and services" and his latest lovely acquisition as they recount the events behind her kidnapping and training, and the results of his decision to keep his submissive plaything for himself.

Newcoming contributors to our Tales series includes Pat Cole and “Wench’s Punishment Party,” a story of a submissive who breaks one rule too many and finds herself the naked plaything of a room full of people bent on trying out every new toy in the books. The three-part “Three’s Company,” “Three-Point Shot,” and “Three-Hour Lesson,” all brought to you by Jen Hilliard, relate some of the finer times and torments in the life of a submissive young wife at the hands of her innovative husband—and a few of his friends.

“Molly Coddling,” a two-parter by D. Musgrave, brings you Molly, a hot blonde who wants nothing more than to be the submissive plaything of her husband. Once she finally steals his attention from the game, the lesson begins, with entertaining—if a bit bruising—results. Finally, Angelique contributes a fun piece called “Modern Woman” that narrates the story of a confident 21st century business-woman who closes the deal of a lifetime, only to learn the deal comes with a catch—a catch involving more submission than she’d ever been capable of in her life, and plenty of wonderfully painful surprises to go with it.

So, Tales 2 brings you twelve great erotic stories about submissive women and the wonderfully sexy and kinky things you can do to them in the comfort of your own home, warehouse or party—what more could anyone ask for?

** While you're at it, pick up the other anthologies in this series, “Tales of Submission," ”Total Submission," and "Total Submission 2," today! **

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Sep 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301326945

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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Tales of Submission 2:

More Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Tales of Submission 2:

More Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Copyright 2012 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Cover image by Sergey Sukhorukov/123RF Stock Photos

Other Tales of Submission Anthologies by Darker Pleasures:

Tales of Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Total Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Total Submission 2: Still More Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Total Submission 3: New Stories of Erotic Female Bondage and Punishment

Books and Anthologies by Matt Nicholson:

The Breast Punishment Primer

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: Still More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Til Dawn: Even More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

The Ultimate Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Dozens of Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Collects all the Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em anthologies in one cost-cutting volume!

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Ball Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: Even More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and CBT

The Ultimate Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: 27 Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and Hard CBT

Collects all three anthologies, plus three more stories, in one price-saving volume!

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work of fiction contains graphic language and detailed descriptions of consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  The actions depicted include extreme breast and genital punishment.  This work is written for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  All acts depicted are fantasy. No persons associated with the writing or publication of this book bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from attempts to perform these acts in real life. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Lady Catharina’s Comeuppance by Jude Mason

A Bavarian Castle by Lee Ash

Double Play by Cherry Lee

Wench’s Punishment Party by Pat Cole

Three-Point Shot (and Other Stories) by Jen Hilliard

My Name is Artemis Jeffery by Matt Nicholson

Molly Coddling by D. Musgrave

Modern Woman by Angelique

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction by Matt Nicholson

Lady Catharina’s Comeuppance by Jude Mason

A Bavarian Castle by Lee Ash

Double Play by Cherry Lee

Wench’s Punishment Party by Pat Cole

Three’s Company by Jen Hilliard

Three-Point Shot by Jen Hilliard

Three-Hour Lesson by Jen Hilliard

My Name is Artemis Jeffery by Matt Nicholson

His Name is Artemis Jeffery by Matt Nicholson

Molly Coddling – Part 1 by D. Musgrave

Molly Coddling – Part 2 by D. Musgrave

Modern Woman by Angelique

INTRODUCTION

It was right at a year ago that Darker Pleasures published its first anthology, Tales of Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment. Now, here we are, five anthologies, a full-length Breast Punishment Primer, almost five dozen short stories and several thousand sales later, bringing you Tales of Submission 2: More Erotic Tales of Female Bondage and Punishment. In the words of an old cigarette commercial, We’ve come a long way, baby.

Tales met with such success, we decided our first ‘number two’ should be…well…another Tales, which is why you’re holding this in your figurative little hands.

The publicity blurb for the first book read, "When it comes to erotic BDSM, most people think of floggers, vibrators and clamps hidden in closets; and flavored oils, gags and blindfolds in the back of underwear drawers. Tales of Submission…takes erotic bondage and female punishment to new, orgasmic levels, levels that make the toys hidden in the back of closets and drawers seem tame."

Yes, well that’s all well and good for the punishment and sex part of things, but what about the submission? you ask. Okay, well Wikipedia describes a D/s relationship as one where both parties take pleasure or erotic enjoyment from either dominating or being dominated. Sometimes everyone knows from the outset this is the thing for them. Other times, well, let’s just say it’s a learning experience.

This outing features twelve stories chock full of erotic punishment and discipline that range from well-established D/s relationships to the ones that are much closer to the ground floor. Jude Mason’s Lady Catherina’s Comeuppance, for example, tells a ground floor kind of tale about a headstrong high society girl who learns a lesson in humility at the hands of a sadistic stable hand with a penchant for electrical toys.

Cherry Lee, gives us Double Play, a story of dominance and showmanship at its finest. In this case, the man in charge is a bit of a carnival barker whose two beautiful slaves are bound, displayed and tormented with, and by, each other for the entertainment of a special audience. Lee Ash takes us to A Bavarian Castle where a lovely young gal trades a night in one of the most luxurious, and expensive, castles in Europe for a lesson in BDSM that will likely change her life forever.

Rounding out the return engagements are My Name is Artemis Jeffery and His Name is Artemis Jeffery, both penned by yours truly. In these stories, you’ll delve into the minds of a self-proclaimed procurer of goods and services and his latest lovely acquisition as they recount the events behind her kidnapping and training, and the results of his decision to keep his submissive plaything for himself.

Newcomers to our Tales series includes Pat Cole and Wench’s Punishment Party, a story of a submissive who breaks one rule too many and finds herself the naked plaything of a room full of people bent on trying out every new toy in the books. The three-part Three’s Company, Three-Point Shot, and Three-Hour Lesson, all brought to you by Jen Hilliard, relate some of the finer times and torments in the life of a submissive young wife at the hands of her innovative husband—and a few of his friends.

Molly Coddling, a two-parter by D. Musgrave, brings you Molly, a hot blonde who wants nothing more than to be the submissive plaything of her husband. Once she finally steals his attention from the game, the lesson begins, with entertaining—if a bit bruising—results. Finally, Angelique contributes a fun piece called Modern Woman that narrates the story of a confident 21st century business-woman who closes the deal of a lifetime, only to learn the deal comes with a catch—a catch involving more submission than she’d ever been capable of in her life, and plenty of wonderfully painful surprises to go with it.

So, Tales 2 brings you twelve great erotic stories about submissive women and the wonderfully sexy and kinky things you can do to them in the comfort of your own home, warehouse or party—what more could anyone ask for?

Matt Nicholson – August, 2012

LADY CATHARINA’S COMEUPPANCE

By Jude Mason

Lady Catharina Von Sneede was a bitch. She had been ever since she realized it got her her way and she could get away with it. Over the years, she'd made the lives of nearly everyone near her as close to hell as she could, with the possible exception of the gardener. He'd managed to escape only because his duties were finished long before she'd roused herself out of bed each day.

Eventually, her father, Lord Clarence Von Sneede, decided that he, and everyone else, had put up with her behavior for long enough. The final straw was a late morning disruption in the stables. Catharina had chosen to go riding with a few of her friends, at the last minute of course, with no planning whatsoever. She'd flown into a fit of rage when she'd been told she couldn't have her preferred mount, as it was ill. With her small group of cohorts gathered around, she'd berated the stableman for his laziness, lack of obedience and inept care of the horses. She'd even gone so far as to order him to his knees and beg her forgiveness, or she'd have him fired.

Bryan Coxman, the stableman, had been with the family for over twenty years. Aghast at the treatment, but surrounded by the group of rowdies yelling vile comments about his mother and the family dog, Bryan was left with no choice. Clad in black jodhpurs, polished riding boots and a clean, white cotton shirt, he dropped to his knees in the mud.

That, fortunately, was when Lord Clarence entered the stables. He stood gaping as Catharina and her cohorts humiliated the kneeling man. When he finally gathered his wits, he roared, Catharina, get to the house. Immediately!

As if they were all on a single string, the group turned and gaped at the irate man. He took that opportunity to bellow, The rest of you get out! Off my land! And if I ever so much as see the back of you, I'll have you horsewhipped, the lot of you, and Mr. Coxman will be the one wielding the whip.

They scattered, all except Catharina.

But Daddy, she began in her most sweet and conniving voice. I so wanted to take Duke out for a ride, and this…this, man, says I can't. Duke, my lovely Duke has been taken ill, and it's all his fault. I want him punished. I want him fired. She straightened her back and placed a delicate, well-manicured, hand on her hip.

Enough, the older man roared. To your room. Now!

The girl looked stricken. Her hand went to her mouth. No one, not even her dear Daddy, had ever yelled at her before. She turned and fled to the house, wailing as she went.

Bryan, I'm so sorry. Lord Clarence was obviously embarrassed by his daughter’s behavior and, as he helped the stableman to his feet, he added, She'll be punished. I—we, have all put up with her arrogance for too long.

Yes, sir, we have, Bryan replied vehemently.

Though technically inappropriate for his station, the elder Von Sneede took no notice of the younger man’s demeanor. What she said about the stallion—Duke, is that correct? Is the horse ill?

Yes, he is, Sir. His jaw was clenched as he spoke, his anger barely under control. Lady Catharina rode him hard two days ago. When she brought him back, he was soaked through with sweat. She didn't walk him, or tell anyone she'd returned. She simply left him, fully saddled and bridled, in the yard. When I found him, he'd gotten to grain bin and ate half the barrel. We—

"And she berated you for mistreating the animal, Lord Clarence interrupted. Bryan, will the animal be all right?"

Yes, Sir. I believe so. Duke has been flushed out and I don’t think he’ll founder.

Thank you, Bryan. Please report to me when you are done. We have business to conduct. The Lord turned and strode away, slapping the outside of his thigh with his riding crop as he went.

~~~

Two days later, after a surprisingly entertaining evening during which she'd enjoyed far too much wine, Catharina awakened to find herself chained to a red brick pillar inside one of the old servants houses on the outskirts of the estate. She was completely naked save for the single hairband holding her ponytail in place. Weak-kneed and head still buzzing, she manage to slide the chain up the bricks until she stood, or more accurately leaned, against the pillar.

Tugging at the thick chain wrapped around the pillar and her waist, she realized that, unless someone freed her, she wasn't going anywhere. Trapped, humiliated, she glanced around the house, looking for a way to escape, silently cursing herself for her inability to remember what she’d done to get here. The house was long since abandoned and bare. The chain links clinked against the bricks as she slid back down the pillar and sat on the rough, dusty, hardwood floor.

She clutched her head and tried to blink through the haze. The last time she’d awoken with little memory of the night before, she’d been ‘well used,’ but her friends had filled her in, leaving her simply frustrated she didn’t remember the fun. Of course, she had woken up in bed that time, not chained to a pillar in the middle of nowhere. And, since closer inspection indicated she hadn’t been ‘used’ at all, she doubted her situation was the same.

Who would do such a thing? How dare they even think of…of… she cringed as her mind raced with thoughts of what could happen to her. And, even more embarrassing, she could think of a great number of people who might like to see her in just this predicament.

A noise interrupted her thoughts. She was sure she'd heard a door open, or close. Footsteps approached. Her heart thudded in her chest with fear.

Bryan! she exploded when he entered the room. She pulled at the chain again, hoping the lock might come loose. Of all people to find her like that, why him? Get me loose you big dumb ox! she snarled.

Bryan stopped and watched her struggle.

She felt his eyes on her. Commoner though he was, she would have been an idiot to deny his ruggedly handsome looks. It wasn’t the first time her nipples puckered in response to his presence. Traitorous body, she groaned. When she realized how much he seemed to enjoy her display, she forced herself to stop and glared at him.

He just chuckled as he pulled his iPhone from its leather case. After tapping it a few times, he turned the screen toward her. Remember this?

Catharina looked at the picture, then did her best not to gape. She was sitting with her long legs curled back on one of the burgundy leather arm chairs in her daddy’s library. Her chestnut hair was down, and the look in her eyes said, ‘Take me!’ as did the clothing she was wearing, or rather, wasn’t. Besides the platinum and onyx necklace and earrings her daddy had given her the Christmas before, she was wearing a Carine Gilson black satin brassiere, matching dress gloves, thigh-high pantyhose and garter, black stilettos and nothing else.

His chuckled turned into a laugh. Then I take it you don’t remember my cutting all that off you, either? he said, nodding to a pile of black over in a darker corner of the room.

Not only did she not remember his cutting it off, she had no idea when she’d put it all on. Delete that this instant, you bastard!

Still finding the entire situation funny, he tucked the phone away and brought his hand back up with a chain dangling from it. It wasn't a heavy chain, more like a sturdy necklace or a dainty dog’s leash. That was until he let it slide through his fingers. He grabbed hold of the end and held it up for her to get a good look at. A clamp, something long and coppery with lots of jagged teeth.

Her eyes widened. Her mouth fell open, but when she tried to protest, to order him to release her, nothing came out. Finally she croaked, Bastard. You’d better release me. My father will have your hide.

Let you go? he asked in a low, dangerous voice. Now why would I do that? Especially seein' as your father asked me to teach you something about manners. He walked closer, letting the chain dangle between his fingers, swinging it back and forth.

Her eyes remained glued to the small metal links. It wasn’t until he’d pulled the keyring from his pocket and grabbed a handful of her auburn hair that she realized the clamp was a distraction. Yanking her head back roughly by the ponytail, he unlocked the chain then slung her around, only grabbing her wrist to keep her from falling.

He was far too big to fight, and she was in no condition to do so if she’d wanted. In mere moments, he’d dragged her across the floor and tied her wrists to an old radiator against the wall. By the time she’d recovered, he was standing over her, the clamp held firmly between his fingers and thumb. He squeezed it open, and the jaws stretched wide, like the maw of some beast preparing to bite. When she tore her gaze away, she saw that he was eyeing her right breast. She was quite certain the clamp wasn’t just a distraction any longer.

You…you— She stopped and swallowed. She'd never felt so helpless, or confused. Her father had what?

Bryan chuckled, a deep, nasty noise which did nothing to ease her apprehension. Then, in a harsh tone, he added. "’You…you’, what? Come on Catharina, you gotta know how many people you've upset, how embarrassed your dad is about your behavior. Did you expect him to just let it go?"

Catharina peered up at him. His eyes were hard, his lips pressed into a thin line. She blinked, and tried again, You can't do this, please. Let me go. I won't say a thing. I—

Before she had a chance to finish her babbling pleas, he leaned down and fastened one of the dreadful jaws onto the tip of her breast. The pain bit into the base of her nipple like a hundred needles driving into her, but she was determined not to scream, to give this...commoner the satisfaction. She bit her bottom lip and fought the urge to shake her chest.

Each breath added to her pain; each time she moved, a flash of agony raced from her nipple deep into her chest.

When he pulled on the chain, she couldn't stop the sob from escaping. He was obviously not satisfied with her silence, and gave another tug, sharper and more insistent.

You can say whatever you like, Bryan said, punctuating his statement with another yank on the chain. Your dad has seen how you treat both the help and the animals, and he's disgusted by it. He told me to hold on to you 'til I'm satisfied that you'll behave.

Behave? What was that fool talking about? Behave. How dare he? Indignantly, she glared at him, and was about to chastise him again but never got the opportunity.

He grabbed the dangling clamp and opened it. An instant later, its teeth dug into the rigid flesh at the tip of her other breast.

Yes, behave.

He smiled down at her and, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, released the clamp. His hand didn't move far, though; he simply shifted a little and took hold of one of her breasts. Your father gave me free reign. It's up to me to decide how long you're here and how much punishment I think you need. With that said, he tightened his grip.

Catharina squirmed, but still refused to cry out or let the brute know how much he was hurting her. She had no way of knowing, but her stubbornness was exactly what he'd hoped for. When she ground her teeth together against the ache, he tightened his fist even more. The tip of her breast bulged from under his hand, the nipple, adorned with the clamp, a beacon for his abuse.

I'm sure you think I'm bein' harsh, and that I'm lying, that your Daddy'd never let anyone do this to his baby. He cranked on her tit, and his smile broadened when a grunt made its way past her tightly clamped lips. To be honest with you, I don't care what you think.

Bastard, she whispered.

Bryan released her and for a moment, she breathed easier, thinking he'd decided to go a little lighter now that he’d made a point. That thought was short-lived. Before she could get another breath, he picked up the chain between the clamps and gave it a sudden yank.

She bit back the retort that nearly leapt from her mouth. Bastard, yes, but she had to admit he had the upper hand, and wasn't planning to relent. Her nipples were on fire with the pain from both the clamps and his pulling.

She'd have to find a way to get on his good side. She'd always been good at getting men to do what she wanted without giving up anything she didn’t wish to share; this would prove no different.

Bryan, please, she cooed. Batting her eyelids, she tried to smile despite the discomfort cutting into her chest. Please, let me go. I promise I'll behave.

When he didn’t respond, she rolled onto her side as best as she could with her wrists tied to the radiator and curled her knees up so her bottom thrust out. She wiggled it a bit, giving him a show no man had been able to resist before. Just give me a little spanking; I’m sure that’s what daddy meant, and we can both say you…

Moving too fast for her to react, he knelt across her legs, pinning them with his knees so she couldn’t move. Her round bottom made an easy target, and she felt her fat labia bulge from between her cheeks.

You mean, like this… He spanked her hard, but instead of hitting her bottom, his palm covered her prominent pussy lips. The wet slap stung worse than she imagined; her clipped squeal was out before she could stop it.

What a pretty pussy. And shaved too, I see, remarked Bryan as he popped it again. Yes, very pretty. He clenched his hand, and chuckled when he realized how wet his palm was. Pretty and wet. I wonder if that could mean you like what's happening.

Despite the stinging—and other sensations—she gave him a haughty sneer, Of course not. Don't be ridiculous.

Oh good, he laughed, and spanked her yet again. This time, there was no mistaking the wetness in the sound. I'd hate to disappoint your father. He was really adamant that you learn from your punishment.

Scowling, Catharina wondered if what she'd said was really true. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t relished the fleeting pinches and nibbles some of her more enthusiastic lovers had enjoyed. Her nipples may have ached a lot more from the pinch of the clamps, but they’d quickly adjusted, the pain becoming a bolt of pleasure going straight to her cunt. As for the spanking, there was no getting around how that was making her feel. She pressed her knees together, trapping her clit, her pleasure mounting when she squirmed.

The next blow stung even worse, but he didn’t give her time to think about it before he flew into a full blown whipping, his hand barely leaving one stinging red print before it fell someplace else. It wasn’t long before the brutal flurry left her entire bottom and pussy feeling as if they were aflame, and her throat sore from squealing. But the spanking wasn’t what bothered her nearly so much as the other sensations that signaled her body’s complete betrayal. It wasn’t until he finally stopped that she even remembered the clamps on her nipples.

Panting hard, she tried to be haughty, but her voice sounded far more hoarse and husky than she wished. There! You’ve had your fun. Now, I promise I won’t tell a soul if you let me go now.

Instead of replying,