Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago)

Exploring Her Submission: Nisey
© July 2012 by Dakota Trace

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Special Note to Our Readers

We hope you enjoy
Exploring Her Submission: Nisey
. This was a spin off story of Dakota Trace’s Doms of Chicago, featuring the main characters from
Nisey’s Awakening
.  Broken down into four parts, Dakota originally published this entirely on the Red Lipstick Journals erotic blog. Now that the blog is no more, Dakota has opted to publish this independently. As a thank you to her readers, she’s including an additional deleted scene and the letters from Nisey to Kalinda, which were featured on her site during the duration of this serial as a special gift to her readers.

Content Advisory: The below piece of fiction contains adult themes, explicit description of sexual situations, genitalia, and references to alternate lifestyles.

About Exploring Her Submission: Nisey

In the short,
Exploring Her Submission: Nisey
,
Nisey Richardsen from Nisey's Awakening has been whisked away by her Dom, Caelan Doherty, to exotic world of BDSM in Japan.  Follow in Nisey's footsteps as she confronts her fears and tries to be a submissive that Caelan will be proud to claim as his own.

Dakota offers a chance to explore the vast world of shibari bondage and this short also includes never seen material in the form of a deleted scene and letters from Nisey home to her best friend, Kalinda.

Exploring Her Submission: Nisey

A Serial Story from

By

Dakota Trace

Part One:  Her Surprise

Dear Kalinda,

I’ve
been floating on the clouds since we got here. So far I’ve visited the temples and I’m promised if I’m good, Caelan will take me somewhere special tomorrow.  I
can’t believe that your brother sprung this trip on me. It isn’t even my birthday.
I’m hoping that while we’re here, I’ll have a chance to meet his old mentor, Master Yangchi.  He speaks so fondly of him.

Anyway, I’ve got to get ready for dinner, and Máister has told me I have less than two minutes to finish this and get dressed.  Gotta scram, but remember I love you and damn girl when are you gonna come back from L.A. and visit me? I miss you.

Nisey

“Present, slave.”

Nisey
Richardsen
stilled and her heart raced.
I know with my acceptance of his collar I promised to obey every command but this is the last thing I expected.
After her
new
Master and lover, Caelan Doherty had whisked her half way around the wor
ld to Tokyo from
Chicago, his command was unexpected.
Mouth drying, she looked up into his amber eyes, expecting to see something, anything other than determination.
And arousal?

“
M
ái
ster?”
The Gaelic word for master was barely audible in the
dark but
airy warehouse.

“I didn’t stutter, slave. “ H
is arms
crossed over his
wide
chest. “Present, now!”

Ignoring the fact they w
ere standing in front of an older
Japanese man
wearing faded jeans and pullover
and his companion,
the most
extraordinarily beautiful
naked
J
ap
a
nese woman
she’d ever seen
, Nisey reached for the buttons on her
sweater.
Slipping them through the holes, she couldn’t help but be aware of all the eyes focused on her.
To stall for time, she neatly folded the sweater.
Fingering
the edge of her turtle neck, she slowly edged it up and over her head, ruffling her dark auburn hair.
A shiver raced down her spine as her long hair caressed her back.
After placing
it on top of the
sweater, she reached
behind her
,
unhook
ing
her bra.
Letting it slide down her arms, she fought
a
blush. It was taking all of her gumption to slowly strip as was custom.
Her Ma
ster loved a slow sensual strip above a quick removal of her clothing. It heightened his anticipation.
Or so he claims.

“Your slave is slow, Master Caelan.” The man’s voice was full of censure.

“
At my request.
Anticipation is half of the pleasure. I want her to tease me. It’s like opening a package at Christmas.”

The rasp of his voice had her nipples tightening in anticipation. She dropped the bra to the floor, letting the cool air caress her breasts. In the dim lighting, the silver piercings adorning their tips gleamed.
Licking her lips, she let her hands drift down her stomach.
Her finger tips teased her own flesh until it took all off her control not to whimper. Flicking the button on her well worn jeans, she opened and then slowly lowered the zipper.

The sudden intrusion of hand in the back of her waistband had the whimper escaping her. She fought to not press back into the warm palm now cupping her ass cheek.

“I didn’t tell you stop, slave. Continue.”
The warning was clear in his voice.

“
Yes,
M
ái
ster.
”
Giving a seductive shimmy of her hips, she allowed the jeans to pool around her ankles.
Kicking her legs free, she sank to her knees to assume the familiar position of kneeling with her hands resting on her thighs, palm up while her legs were widespread.

“The underwear, slave. Remove them!”

S
he froze.
Surely I haven’t heard him right. He never commands total nudity in front of others.

“That’s one, slave.”

“But
M
ái
ster…”
She darted a quick glance up at hi
m. His face was b
lank
.
What the hell is going on?

“
Shall I make it two?”
His expression never changed. He still looked determined to follow through with whatever plans he had.

She shook her head. “No,
M
ái
ster.”
Hooking her thumbs under the elastic band of her silk thong, she wiggled out of them, never leaving her knees.

“Now
present them to Master
Yangchi. I will deal with your punishment later.”

Swallowing roughly, she went to stand when Caelan’s hands landed on her shoulders.

“N
o. Crawl, in this club
slaves only walk when on a leash.”

“Yes,
Mái
ster.
”
Moving slowly across the floor, she laid the small white thong at the man’s feet.
Keeping her head bowed she waited for him to accept her offering.
After several tense moments ther
e was a sharp bark of Japanese
before the woman next to him retrieved the underwear. Holding her breath
,
she waited for
Ma
ster’s
next command.

“Thank you, slave.”
Master
Yangchi voice was cool.
With her head bowed she assumed the woman had given him the thong.
A moment later
,
she felt pressure against her collar and a resulting snick.

“Come, slave.”
A slight tug on the leash had her rising slowly to her feet.
Uncertainty
filled her.
Where is
my loving Mái
ster at? Why is he being so cold?
Following her
tall, dark
Master and the other couple, she kept her gaze focused on the floor, trusting Caelan to keep from running her into any objects.

When they finally came to a stop,
she peeked through her eyelashes. A gasp escaped her. In the middle of the room, there was a raised platform.
In the center
, a
man was in the process of securing a woman with thick ropes. She was suspended several feet above the ground.
Her body was ar
ched back in sensual curve
remind
ing
her of the long ago picture she’d found on Caelan’s camera.

“Beautiful.” The low rumble of
Máister
’s
approval had her flinching.

Damnit! I should’ve realized he wouldn’t let this issue rest.
Even though she knew he’d never hurt her, she’d freaked each time he’d tried to suspend her. It’d gotten so bad,
she’d begged him to let Sara,
his former volunteer
,
replace her in the advanced
shibari
classes he was preparing
to resume once
they returned from their trip.
It’d torn her up to offer but her fear consumed her every time her toes had left the floor.

“Come on, slave.” Another tug on the leash had her moving closer to the platform.
Standing a few feet behind him, she barely noticed the scattered pillows around the platform until she was tugged forward. A sigh of pleasure escaped her while she watched him sink gracefully onto one of the
long and thickly padded
silk pillows.
Even upset with him, he’s still the most graceful and beautiful man I’ve ever met.

“Down.”

Before he could tug again on the leash, she sank to her knees on the hardwood floor next to him. Keeping her head lowered, she missed his frown until he lifted her chin. “No, not there.”
A flush built as
she finally noticed that the other slaves were propped on the pillows with their Masters.
Scrambling quickly up next to him, she missed the look of contempt
from
the slave with Master Yangchi.

“Good girl.”
His hand brushed over her bowed head. When she continued to gaze at the floor, Caelan frowned. “Relax,
grá.”

My love.
Anguish filled her as his pet name for her hit her ears. “I can’t, this reminds me of how I’ve failed you,
Máister
.”

His hand abruptly lifted her chin. When her dark green eyes met his amber ones, her heart stopped before resuming a hard beating rhythm.
“You haven’t failed me. If anything I’ve failed you. We came here to see if Master Yangchi could guide me in helping you get over your fear of suspension.”

Her heart melted as she witnessed the love she knew he possessed for her. “You did this for me,
Máister
?”

“Of course.” He nuzzled her head.
“Master Yangchi is a very disciplined and experienced Master. I learned everything I know about shibari from him. If there is anyone who will be able to help us, he’ll be the one.”

She opened her mouth to ask another question when a sudden hush fell over the crowd.
Glancing back to the platform, she realized the other Master and slave were now gone. In their place w
ere
Master Yangchi and another incredibly beautiful woman
, this one clothed in a white satin robe
.
Whether the
silence
was because of the Master or woman,
Nisey wasn’t sure. The woman looked vaguely familiar, even though she couldn’t place her.
Who is she?

A sultry pitched voice
echoed through the room.
At first the woman spoke a static spurt of Japanese before speaking in near perfect English. “Tonight we have a special treat. Super model, Anya has graciously returned to our midst and has agreed to let Master Yangchi to bind her in the classic side suspension.” A smattering of more Japanese was followed by, “Anya please requests that no pictures be taken. Master Yangchi the floor is yours.”

Pleasure dawned on Nisey.
Why she’s the model in the various bondage books
Máister
has back home.

“We’re in for a treat tonight.” Caelan shifted a bit next to her.

“
Máister
?”
She
idly
wondered
if he was uncomfortable
but was distracted when the woman dropped her robe to the floor. Naked her dusky skin gleamed under the lights.
She’s beautiful, even more so than the woman earlier with Master Yangchi.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other slave sink on a lone pillow by herself.

She was startled out of her thoughts when Master Yangchi’s voice carried over the crowd. “Anya requests that another attend her.”
He paused for a moment as he scanned the area. Her breath caught when his eyes finally landed on her and Caelan.
“Master Caelan, if you please?”
He gestured to the stage.

“
Máister
?”
Panic washed over her.
If he went to the stage, I’ll be here by myself.

“Relax,
grá.
This
happens.
You will be fine here. No one will touch you.”
He gave her a quick grin before brushing his lips across hers. “Besides, I know how hot it makes you to see me perform. Have a little patience and I’ll reward you when we get back to the hotel.” He stood
and began to move towards the stage
before stopping. “And no coming, slave or the punishment you received at Gabriel’s will seem like a cakewalk.”

She grinned at his blatant reminder.
As if ten swats
was
a punishment
. A
ll it did was
made
me hornier.
“Of course not,
M
ái
ster.”

“Be good,” was his last warning before he made his way up onto the stage.

“Can I sit with you?”
The soft voice from her right had her glancing up. It was the woman from earlier. Nisey shrugged.
“Please? Our Masters will be busy for quite some time with Anya. There is no sense in either of us sitting by ourselves and being lonely.”

Hearing the pleading tone in the other girl’s voice, Nisey patted the still warm area next to her. “Sit. I’m sure
Máister
,
won’t mind.”