Renee's Seduction and Submission Bk. 01

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Submissive woman seduced by and submits to BDSM lifestyle.
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Part 1 of the 3 part series

Updated 12/01/2022
Created 03/23/2017
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

Thank you to Soma99 and Sue for their helpful comments.

This story in contained in three books.

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Prologue

She was perched on an expansive white concrete deck that bordered an infinity edge pool, its water as smooth as a sheet of glass. Beyond the infinity edge was a Grenache vineyard that graced an eighty acre estate. The estate was nestled in the foothills just outside of Aix-en-Provence in Southern France. It was mid-afternoon on a typical sunny 85 degree summer day.

Renee was naked, and her golden brown skin glowed with the sheen of suntan lotion and perspiration. Her breasts and pubic area shared the same golden brown patina. She had the youthful body of a 24 year old; smooth and flawless skin, slender arms, a flat belly, ample breasts without any sag, and supple legs that were fit but not muscular. She had long brown hair that was pulled back in a French braid and brown eyes that had a glint reflecting her heightened sense of awareness.

Renee could have been a well to do woman enjoying her country estate. However, she had a diamond studded dog collar around her neck with a leather leash attached. The other end of the leash was tied around the leg of a chaise lounge chair. Renee was sitting on her haunches on a folded beach towel awaiting the next command from her Mistress.

Renee's Mistress was sitting in her chaise reading a fashion magazine with her black broad rimmed floppy hat shielding her eyes from the midday sun. She was wearing a white string bikini with her bronze skin in sharp contrast to her bright red nail and toe polish.

Renee was content in the knowledge that her sexual awakening allowed her to discover her true self and explore her deepest and darkest fantasies.

Chapter One

Renee's mind wandered back six months, an eternity given what transpired since, when she was a paralegal in a midtown Manhattan law firm. She remembered just a short time ago she was crammed into a tiny one bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan with a high school friend coach surfing in her living room so she could meet the exorbitant monthly rent.

Renee relocated to Manhattan just over two years ago from St. Louis. Her last name, Bellerose, was indicative of her French descent. Her grandparents were all native French speakers, though Renee's command of the language was limited. Renee recalled her shyness as a young girl, and her tendency to be a follower and not a leader her whole life. She was conservative by nature, and hesitant to take risks. Her one bold move in her life was to move to New York City to pursue her career as a paralegal working on big case litigation. At the time of her move sex was well down the list of her priorities and was certainly not the key source of gratification in her life.

Renee mused over her past boyfriends, most of whom were domineering like her father. Renee's last boyfriend Michael was a senior associate in Renee's law firm. When they had sex together Michael controlled the relationship in a way that awakened and inflamed her submissive tendencies and gave her a glimpse of the importance of sex in her life. Renee concluded that it was her relationship with Michael that confirmed her submissive desires and stoked her curiosity about the role sex could play in her life. However, their time together was extremely limited as Michael toiled under the crush of a 2400 hour per year billable hour goal to earn his six figure bonus. As a result, Renee's free time was often spent with her bedroom door shut and her trusty two pronged vibrator in her hand, cruising the internet for porn.

Renee started with the usual guy/girl porn, focusing on well hung guys and blonds with big breasts. Her searches also exposed her to a variety of other scenarios that she ultimately sampled, including gay, lesbian, group, and interracial sex.

On one such occasion Renee was watching lesbian sex and accidently clicked on an amateur video where a young woman about Renee's age was tied to a bed and spanked and then flogged by an older man. The woman whimpered during the spanking and then screamed and begged during the flogging. This couple had clearly been through this routine before, as the man skillfully striped the woman's ass with the flogging and the woman struggled to control her breathing and count the strokes. Renee was disgusted by the treatment of the young woman but for reasons that she then didn't understand, highly aroused by this scene. Renee started using a vibrator on her clit as she was watching it. When the man took the woman anally, spanking her reddened ass while doing so, with the woman crying out in ecstasy, Renee had a powerful orgasm, squirting fluid out of her pussy that was then sprayed about by the action of the vibrator.

After she watched that scene, Renee was attracted like a moth to a flame by the seductive power of pain accentuating pleasure. Her appetite for BDSM became voracious as she watched these videos to the exclusion of others. The videos where a woman surrendered control to a Master or Mistress resonated deeply within Renee.

Renee recalled that in watching these videos she was intrigued by the idea of being in a true D/s relationship that involved pain and pleasure, but had no idea if the reality would stack up to her fantasy. As it turns out, the reality far exceeded Renee's expectations in every respect, both in terms of what practices were used, and the intensity of the sexual experiences.

About six months ago Renee was working on a large case involving the firm's client, a French bank, and a U.S. based securities firm in a multi-million dollar contract dispute. Her firm just won a big summary judgment motion so there was a celebratory party at one of the client's Midtown apartments.

Renee decided to attend, without Michael, who was of course working late at the office. She selected a fitted black dress that she was saving for a special occasion. The dress had a plunging neckline and was cut just above the knee. She picked black sandals with ankle straps and four inch heels and an array of silver bracelets for her right wrist to accent her outfit. She let her brown hair down so it cascaded just below her shoulders. Tasteful, but very sexy.

She took a taxi to a fashionable Upper East Side address. She boarded an elevator to the ninth floor where the apartment occupied the entire floor. Instead of the elevator opening into a hallway it opened into a grand foyer with a crystal chandelier and a large round table holding a magnificent floral arrangement.

Host Luc Dumoulin, a managing director of the victorious French bank, greeted Renee in the foyer. "Mademoiselle Bellerose, so good of you to come." Renee could see that Luc was about forty and looked like the quintessential Frenchman. He was tall, lean, with long dark wavy brown hair, brown eyes and a youthful appearance. He was wearing a navy blue sport coat, a white open collar shirt and black pants. His French loafers looked like expensive slippers.

"You are the first to arrive. Let me take your coat and show you the apartment." Luc seamlessly handed Renee's coat to a waiting servant and held out his elbow to escort Renee around the apartment. Renee was led through the living room, complete with two large bay windows, a breakfast nook, large chef's kitchen, formal dining room, and two bedrooms. The third bedroom, the master, has its door closed. Renee was dazzled by the opulence and size of the apartment.

When they finished the tour Luc handed Renee a glass of champagne, the first of many glasses of Moet White Star Renee would consume that night. As he handed the glass to her Luc noted with admiration "You look lovely tonight!"

Renee blushed. She was already overwhelmed by the grandeur of the apartment and now by Luc's compliment.

"Oh, mon cheri, don't blush," said Luc in a consoling voice. He brushed his hand lightly against the small of her back, causing a shiver down her spine.

Before Renee could fashion a reply Luc pivoted to address guests arriving in the foyer. As Renee stood in the foyer admiring the flower arrangement, guests arrived as quickly as the elevator could deliver them.

Other than Luc and two attorneys Renee was working with on the case (who had not yet appeared at the party) Renee knew none of the other guests who had arrived. Renee could hear both French and English being spoken and could understand only a smattering of the French conversation. As the party filled Renee retreated to a corner of the living room, drink in hand, watching a swirl of people around her, but too shy to intrude on any of the conversations. As her mind started to wander Luc suddenly appeared with a stunning blonde in tow.

"Renee, I have been watching you out of the corner of my eye and I must apologize profusely for being a poor host. I should have taken the time to introduce you to the other guests at this party. Allow me to introduce my travel companion Linnea. Linnea is from Halmstad, a small city in Sweden that borders the North Sea." Luc left Linnea with Renee and went off to chat with other guests.

Linnea was about 5'7", but with her five inch stiletto heels she towered over Renee. Linnea's short blond hair was cut in a bob with her bangs hanging over one eye. Linnea was wearing a red party dress that had a scoop neck with a fitted top which gave a flattering view of her 34 inch bust. The skirt flared out at the waist and was cut about six inches above the knee. Linnea looked like she walked off the cover of Vogue.

"Renee, so pleased to meet you," Linnea said, grasping Renee's hands into hers. "Luc told me that you are working on one of the bank's cases."

Renee, somewhat star struck by Linnea's stunning appearance, replied rotely, "That's right, I'm a paralegal that supports our litigation team. I handle the review and inventory of documents procured through discovery."

"Renee, I'm so sorry to be blunt. The bank's business bores me to tears. Let's talk about something more interesting. Tell me about yourself."

The din of the party crowd faded into the background as Linnea and Renee connected with one another. With another glass of champagne in hand Renee went on to recount her childhood in St. Louis, college at Dennison University in Ohio, and her recent relocation to Manhattan to work in her law firm. She explained that she was living in a small apartment on the Upper West Side and hooked up with a good friend from high school to help her pay the rent.

"Oh Renee, that's so precious. The Midwest girl in the big city. Do you have a boyfriend?" Linnea asked innocently.

With yet another glass of champagne in hand Renee told Linnea about Michael. Linnea pushed for details, and with champagne infused confidence, Renee told Linnea about Michael and his controlling sexual behavior that Renee found seductive. Renee also confided that because of Michael's crushing work schedule he left Renee unsatisfied most of the time.

"Renee, Luc and I share a special relationship as well. Luc likes to be in charge and I like to follow. I gather from your relationship with Michael that you enjoy it when Michael takes control in the bedroom?"

Renee nodded. Renee was taken aback that the conversation had so quickly turned to sex but energized by Linnea's frankness on a topic that Renee had really never openly discussed with anyone.

As Renee thought about Linnea's comment about her relationship with Luc, Linnea was called away by some friends to join their conversation. Renee drifted away, searching for another glass of champagne and the table holding the hors d'oevres. Renee eavesdropped on a couple of nearby conversations with an eye on the elevator for her two attorney friends. Renee checked her phone and noted that her friends were over an hour late, and likely not going to show. She thought it was a good time to leave, as the champagne had made her lightheaded, but also sleepy. She sought out a bathroom down the hallway.

Renee opened the door and entered into the darkened bathroom, shutting the door behind her. When she turned on the light she was startled to see Linnea bent over the washing machine with her skirt hiked up over her back and a young man in his twenties taking her from behind. She had mistakenly entered the laundry room instead of the bathroom.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry!!" exclaimed Renee, shocked to see two people having sex and shocked to see Linnea so openly cheating on Luc.

As Renee turned around to leave, Linnea cried out, "Wait!"

Renee froze in her tracks. As Linnea stood up and smoothed her skirt (and the man pulled up his pants), Linnea said in a calm voice, "Not to worry little one. Luc and I have an open relationship, and I was just getting reacquainted with one of my friends from college. Jason, meet Renee."

It was an extremely awkward introduction as Jason was still buttoning his pants. He smiled at Renee. Renee noticed with envy his tousled brown curly hair and boyish good looks and Linnea's sex kitten appearance as she was now pulling up her panties over her heels.

"Let me show you something special," Linnea said to Renee. That was Jason's cue to take his leave.

Linnea took Renee by the hand and they snaked their way past the line for the bathroom to the master bedroom at the end of the long hallway. Renee hadn't noticed earlier but Linnea was wearing a lovely choker necklace that had a small key hanging on it as a pendant. Linnea unclasped her necklace and used the key to unlock the master bedroom door. Linnea led Renee into the darkened bedroom and closed and locked the door behind them. The champagne dulled Renee's immediate reaction to pull away from Linnea so she stood passively in the darkened room awaiting Linnea's next move.

Linnea grasped Renee's right hand tightly. "My dear, don't be afraid by what you are about to see. It's the lifestyle Luc and I have chosen to lead, and it's built around the world of control I think you desire."

Linnea reached down to turn the switch on a bedside lamp. Renee's eyes adjusted to the soft incandescent light. Kneeling beside the bed was a woman. She was nude except for a tightly fitting black leather hood. The eyeholes were covered with patches and there were also cutouts for the woman's nose and mouth. The woman's hands were cuffed behind her back. She appeared to be in her 20's with voluptuous breasts and no body hair to speak of.

"This is our bed slave. She is here to serve Luc and me. We call her our Toy."

Renee's eyes were now wide open and her mind was running in overdrive. Who is this woman? Why would she agree to do this? Is she here on her own free will? The champagne haze cleared and Renee was suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

"I know what you're thinking," said Linnea. "This slave is here under her own volition. She desires this. She lusts for the opportunity to be of service. Do you want me to ask her?"

Renee nodded. It's precisely what she wanted to know.

"Toy, do you wish to serve Master Luc and Mistress Linnea?

Renee was startled when the slave not only spoke English, but with an Irish brogue, "Yes Mistress. I want to serve you and Master Luc. I am your Toy to do with as you please. I want nothing more than to be a fuckhole for Master Luc and to lick Mistress's cunt and asshole."

Renee recoiled at the stark language used by the Toy but also aroused by the possibilities her complete sexual surrender presented. Linnea could see that Renee was shocked but also that Renee was unable to divert her eyes away from the Toy.

"Would you like me to show you how the Toy shows her love to me or would you like to rejoin the party?"

Renee knew she was already past the point of no return and that Linnea was asking this as a rhetorical question. Renee had never experienced anything remotely close to what she was seeing now and had to see more. She could also sense that her panties were already sopping wet. In a soft voice Renee told Linnea, "I want to see more."

Linnea removed the patches from the Toy's eyeholes and walked over to the overstuffed armchair by the bed. Renee's focus turned to Linnea and how beguiling she looked walking across the room in her five inch heels. Linnea sat in the armchair and slipped her wet panties over her heels and tossed them at Renee's feet. She then reclined in the chair lewdly spreading her legs. "Come here Toy," she beckoned.

Still cuffed, the Toy shimmied over to the armchair on her knees and rested her leather clad head between Linnea's legs and began to lick Linnea's dripping cunt. After a minute of licking Linnea lifted her legs in the air and used her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass so the Toy had complete access to her pussy and asshole. Renee watched awestruck at this naked display of dominance and submission and picked up Linnea's panties and inhaled their musky aroma so she could experience the smell of raw sex while seeing one of her fantasies come true. The Toy began licking Linnea's asshole and the sensitive area between her pussy and asshole. Linnea pulled her hands away from her ass as the Toy's tongue was now embedded in that most private of areas. Linnea used one hand to rub her clit and the other to press the Toy's face tightly against her cunt as she rose higher toward orgasm. Renee could hear the Toy laboring to breathe as she continued to pleasure her Mistress and Linnea panting as she drew closer to her release.

Linnea arched her back and silently came against the Toy's face. As she descended from her orgasm Linnea pushed the Toy's cum soaked hooded face away from her. The Toy went back to her original kneeling position by the bed.

"Renee, would you like to use the restroom now?" Linnea asked as if they'd just finished a long car trip.

Renee scampered into the master bath, forgetting that she had Linnea's panties in hand, and shut and locked the door behind her. She was shaking and took a minute to compose herself. She sat on the toilet and found that her panties were drenched. She laid down on the bathroom rug, removed her sopping wet panties, took two fingers and jammed them deep into her cunt and started zooming towards a shattering orgasm. She used her other hand to cover her mouth with Linnea's panties so she could smell Linnea's essence and also muffle the sounds of her orgasm. She came in waves, over and over. Renee was savoring her post-orgasmic glow when she realized that she has lost track of time and didn't know how long she has been lying on the bathroom rug. She put back on her sopping panties, washed her hands, and reentered the bedroom with Linnea's panties in hand.

Linnea was standing outside the bathroom door holding a set of fresh white panties. "Here my dear, put these on. Give me your panties and mine."

Renee was highly embarrassed that Linnea knew that she was highly aroused by the Toy's service to Linnea and about her detour to the bathroom to masturbate with Linnea's panties in hand. As Linnea watched, Renee slipped off her wet panties and handed both pairs to Linnea. Renee then pulled on the fresh pair.

"Shall we rejoin the party?" Linnea asked sweetly.

Linnea mixed back into the party as if nothing unusual had happened. Renee grabbed another glass of champagne and appropriated one the arm chairs in the living room to recover from this life changing experience. As the party wound down Renee continued to sip champagne and reflect upon what she saw and to come down from the high of her orgasm. As Renee was daydreaming she didn't notice that Luc had silently slipped onto the couch next to Renee's armchair.

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