Pathways to Submission: Sally
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 37: Freya’s Renewal
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 37: Freya’s Renewal - Sally is a young woman looking for a new job. A chance meeting on a crowded bus introduces her to Penelope, a professional dominatrix. Penelope needs an assistant, and although Sally is naturally submissive and not ideal what Penelope wants, she asks Sally to call her. Sally is soon in Penelope's thrall.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Interracial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Illustrated
As usual Freya’s studio smells of linseed oil and citrus when I arrive. The late‑afternoon sun pours through her windows, turning the dust motes into drifting gold. She’s standing in her bra and panties, in front of her easel, staring at a canvas with an expression that’s somewhere between awe and disbelief.
When she hears me, she turns, her whole face lighting up. “Domina.”
I smile. “Hi.”
She gestures toward the canvas. “It’s finished, Domina.”
I step closer. The painting is a portrait of me. Not the formal, structured pose the gallery requested, but something more personal. I’m sitting on her studio stool, head tilted slightly, eyes unfocused as if I’m listening to something only I can hear ... or perhaps I’m lost in an arousal. The colours are warm, layered, alive. However, what makes this painting stand out is that I’m naked, apart from the chastity belt I sometimes wear. It’s tastefully erotic, and deeply personal.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.
Freya breathes out shakily. “I didn’t originally intend to paint this one, Domina. It just happened. I hope you don’t mind.”
I look at her. “I don’t mind in the least.”
She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks flushing. “The gallery wanted more portraits of you, Domina. But I wanted a special one just for me.”
My breath catches. “Freya...”
She steps closer, her voice trembling. “When I paint you, I feel connected, Domina. Like I’m seeing something true. Something gentle. Someone I...”
She stops, swallowing hard.
I take her hand. “Someone you care about?”
She nods, eyes shining. “Yes.”
We stand there, hands intertwined, the painting glowing behind us. The air feels warm, intimate, quiet. Freya squeezes my fingers lightly.
“I didn’t know how to tell you, Domina,” she says. “I didn’t want to make things complicated.”
I smile softly. “Things are already complicated, but we still manage.”
She laughs, a small, nervous sound. “True.”
I step closer, letting my forehead rest lightly against hers. “But I care about you too.”
We stand like that for a long moment until she pulls back slightly. She kisses my lips and wipes her eyes.
“I want to show you the rest, Domina,” she says.
She leads me to the wall where three new canvases lean. Each one is a different version of me. They variously portray me as strong, thoughtful, gentle, and determined. None of them are idealized, nor exaggerated. Just me ... seen through Freya’s eyes.
“They’re incredible,” I say.
Freya smiles shyly. “You helped me find my voice, Domina. Thank you.”
I shake my head. “You already had it. I just sat still long enough for you to hear it.”
She laughs again, softer this time. “Maybe.”
We sit on the floor together, backs against the wall, surrounded by her work. She leans her head on my shoulder, and I wrap an arm around her gently. The warmth between us feels steady, growing, real.
“I’m glad you’re here, Domina,” she whispers.
“I’m glad I’m here too.”
And we turn toward each other and kiss. Gently at first, but gradually with more passion. A minute later we are both naked and lying on the living room floor in a 69 position surrounded by portraits of me.
“I think we might need to make more frequent use of the chastity belt if we can’t control our urges for more than ten minutes,” I tease.