EXTRACT FOR
Submission Box Set
(Dan Bruce)

Cynthia waited in darkness, trembling with anticipation. It was here that the first variation crept in; sometimes it would be a few seconds, other times many minutes, Cynthia left wondering if Herr Kruger would ever come ??" the fear of an embarrassing discovery by someone else creeping over her. Today she was left for almost five minutes to contemplate what lay ahead and be given the opportunity to change her mind. 

That didn't happen. Cynthia remained still and steadfast, determined to see this through. And then the door to her right opened, and closed. Herr Kruger was in the room. Cynthia could sense his presence ??" an aura that struck her along with the feint hint of his cologne. She could feel the man's eyes caressing her dressed flesh, his mind savouring the offering that was before him. Cynthia shivered anew, like a sacrificial virgin on the arrival of the priest.

"Hello, Cynthia. We meet again. And again you have chosen to cede control."

Herr Kruger's voice washed over her. It was low and hypnotic; the Germanic accent almost unrecognisable. His English was so perfect ??" too perfect ??" that rather than the accent gave his foreignness away.

"Yes, Sir," replied Cynthia, using the title she had adopted on the second of her visits. "I am here; I am ready."

Cynthia heard the footsteps approach. Something was deposited on the floor nearby as it always was each week. Cynthia tensed, waiting, hoping for a touch. She was rewarded with a gentle caress of her cheek; Herr Kruger's hand drifting downward past her chin to rest on the pearls that adorned her slender neck.

"And why are you here, Cynthia?" he asked her. "Why do you come here, today, like each Tuesday before this ??" if not to do the job that your employers expect of you?" 

He knew the answer of course; but they both needed to hear Cynthia tell him again ??" to hear the verbalisation of the journey. It was part of the ritual, the stripping away of the professional saleswoman to leave only the feminine core, naked and exposed, vulnerable yet receptive to Herr Kruger's will.

"I have not come here to sell, Sir. My ceding of control is not part of some fiendish strategy of commercial prostitution. I am here because I wish to be here ??" not to benefit the company I work for; but to serve you and you alone."

"You wish to be here?"

"Forgive me, Sir. Not wish... I need to be here. I need this. I have to have it. I need what you give me, so very much."

"And what exactly is it that you need so desperately, Cynthia?" Herr Kruger asked; his strong fingers massaging Cynthia's neck. "What is it that I can give you that you hunger for, that you crave so much? What is it that you value beyond the financial rewards I could bestow if you were to take the path your commercial masters would have?"

The answer now came easy. It had been developed over the weeks, as Cynthia came to realise with each new stage Herr Kruger took her through, what it was that was being given in the symbiosis they formed. 

"Freedom, Sir. I need to be freed from the constraints of my day-to-day existence, if only for a few hours each week. My life is too often robotic outside of these four walls. Only here do I become aware; and that awareness grows with each visit I make. You set me free, Sir. You awaken my soul and make me human. You give me balance to my life."

The confession in itself stripped away so many layers ??" this acceptance of her dark and deepest desires. It had not come easy. Five weeks had past before Cynthia could acknowledge that she needed subjugation and wasn't playing some game that may or may not have had a business connection. Five weeks to lay bare her soul, and then and only then had Herr Kruger stripped away the superficial layer that was the clothing Cynthia wore, to lay bare her remarkable body.

"And how can I give you the freedom that you ask for, Cynthia? Let me hear you say it. What is the spark that ignites your humanity? What do you value more than wealth, success and the recognition of your peers? What is the counterpoint that brings the balance to your life?"

Another layer was being scarped away. The man knew Cynthia so well to have phrased the question as he did, acknowledging that wealth, success and recognition were still important, but needed perspective. It had taken another two weeks before Cynthia appreciated it fully herself ??" that her time with Herr Kruger was more than just an escape ??" it was integral to her life. Balance ??" that was the key. Herr Kruger himself balanced his success with humility, not seeking public recognition of the power he yielded. For Cynthia the balance came very differently ??" in a way her friends and family would never understand. In a way her colleagues would be stunned by, but of course they could never know, for that would upset the balance that Herr Kruger had so craftily created.

Cynthia took a deep breath. A shudder ran down her spine. It was time - time to confess, yet again.

"Subjugation, Sir. I need to submit myself totally to your will and accept the gift of pain that you give me. Embracing the pain and accepting you as my unseen master, to do with me as you please!"

Herr Kruger's hand drifted down from Cynthia's neck, over her bare throat and onto her silk blouse. It came to rest on the swell of her left breast and felt the soft mound that lay naked beneath the blouse. Cynthia exhaled deeply, thankful for the caress ??" an intimacy that had been resisted until their third week.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to embrace the pain in totality? I have shown you so much already, but I have eased you forward ??" pushing you near to your limit but never taking you there. Are you ready to make that final surrender?"

"I've wanted that for so long, Sir. I've wanted it since the first week."

Cynthia's nipple was grasped through the silk of her blouse and given a firm, electrifying tweak. 

"To be fucked! Is that what you mean?" Herr Kruger sneered, his voice mocking the answer Cynthia had given. "That is a false surrender that you can make to any man. The act in itself is common place. But it will not happen with me until you are completely mine. You must give yourself totally ??" your mind and your whole body... not just your cunt."

The word jarred her. He used vulgarity so subtly. Not throwing it around like so many men, punctuating every sentence with foul expletives; but using it sparingly and so shockingly when employed.

"I am ready, Sir," Cynthia replied after a sucked in gasp. "I want you to show me; take me to that point. Set my soul free then use my body ??" give me what I have yearned for ??" the ultimate surrender."

"Very well, Cynthia. If you are sure!"

There was a pause as Cynthia considered this again. "Sir?" she eventually said.

"There is a doubt?" asked Herr Kruger; his voice calm to conceal his concern.

"Only one..."

"There can be no doubts, Cynthia. Tell me..."

"Is this the end?"

It was then that Herr Kruger leaned forwards and nuzzled his face into the crook of Cynthia's neck. His lips made contact with a gentle kiss then he trailed them upwards to the lobe of Cynthia's ear, where a pearl to match her necklace dangled like a tear. There was another tender kiss, a soft bite at the flesh then a reassuring whisper.

"No Cynthia, not the end... this is just a new beginning."