Chapter 21: Lisa’s Submission

Fortunately, I wasn’t expecting any sympathy from Drax, Xara or Plug for my experience in police custody. For them, getting stopped by the police, and even arrested, is a hazard of everyday life. However my night in jail heralds two important changes in my life. Firstly, the three of them start regarding me as one of them, and I’m no longer treated as an outsider to their biker culture. Secondly, both Xara and I realise that my reaction to being incarcerated confirms Xara’s earlier suspicion that I’m open to some bondage games between us. I’m not sure if Drax draws the same conclusion, but he tends to give Xara free reign when it comes to my treatment.

At work, my brush with the law means that Plug treats me differently. Whereas he would previously shield me from the workshop’s less savoury clients, I’m now included in whatever conversations and work that needs to be done. When the police call at the workshop a fortnight later, I deal with them without any visible nervousness.

As for my home life, then the changes are both rapid and rewarding. Xara starts calling me ‘slave’ more often, although never outside the house. Similarly, I respond by calling her ‘mistress’. Even Drax sometimes refers to Xara as my mistress when speaking to me. However, Drax never calls me ‘slave’. At first it is a continuation of our light-hearted game, but after a while the friendship between Xara and me shifts towards a clear dominant-submissive relationship.

The change in our relationship isn’t confined to words or attitude. Mistress Xara has me wear a red leather collar inside the house. At first I only wear the collar while I do my house work, but before long I start wearing it at other times. I don’t feel any shame at wearing the collar, which I regard as a gift from Mistress Xara to show her affection towards me. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs are added later, and are a logical extension in my attire, reinforcing my submission to Mistress Xara’s control over my life.

Xara’s and my relationship takes on a greater sexual component during Drax’s week long absence during his club’s annual road trip. The trip includes a huge three day motorcycle enthusiasts meet at some remote back country farm. Apparently the trip is the equivalent of Drax’s ‘boy’s night out’, so Xara never goes with him.

“Have you ever used a strap on cock?” asks Xara, an hour after Drax has departed on his trip.

“No, Mistress,” I reply.

I’m not unduly surprised by Mistress Xara’s interest in fucking me. We have been kissing more often, and we run our hands over each other’s bodies most nights, although I never dare to initiate such intimacy. Xara has even started making a show of seducing me in front of Drax, which I think arouses him. Certainly the sex he and Xara have afterwards is louder and more vigorous.

“Strip, slave,” orders Mistress Xara.

I obey. It’s not as though she hasn’t seen me naked before. We’ve even shared a shower together on occasion, although the shower cubicle is a bit small for any sexual activity. Once I’m naked, Mistress fastens my collar and cuffs on me. Finally she produces a strap on cock, which she promptly puts on me.

I’m not normally allowed into their bedroom, other than to clean and make their bed each morning. But Mistress clearly intends for us to have sex on her bed. She removes her trousers and underwear, but leaves her tank top on. She lubes the huge latex cock I am wearing before lying back on the bed.

“Fuck me hard, slave,” demands Mistress Xara.

I’ve never done anything like this before but it’s hardly rocket science. I align the tip of the cock against Mistress Xara’s moist nether lips and gently push the cock forward. It slides in easily enough, and I’m rewarded by a moan of pleasure from Mistress. At first I’m gentle with the pumping motion and I don’t retract the cock too far. I know from my experience with Michael that the mounting pleasure can be lost if the cock is withdrawn completely.