Reluctant Surrender-1

It wasn't always work that Seto Kaiba focused on, sometimes his tastes ventured into darker avenues, ones that he thought he kept hidden, when in reality were splayed out in plain sight. However people often pegged him as something he wasn't. Most of them knew what his tastes were, but not what they entailed.

Not in the least.

Months had been spent online searching, hunting for someone who could handle what he needed. Then, he came across Mistress Pain. Unlike most profile there was only one photo of her, from the neck up. Seto recognized the face immediately but disregarded the nostalgic memory that came with. Her profile was vague, her age, weight and day time occupation were missing but she boasted ten years of experience as a dominant. She was a smoker and a drinker and her hobbies were listed as reading, traveling and art appreciation. It had piqued his interest, prompting Kaiba to initiate contact.

ReluctantSurrender to MistressPain: Good afternoon, I am a submissive in need of a mistress who can handle my behavior and needs. You caught my interest, are you available?

It was carefully worded, albeit vague but like Mistress Pain he also had a vague profile that neglected identifying information. Even his photo, a closeup of his wrists and forearms after bondage, concealed who he was. Fame was infamy and Seto had to be careful, he didn't want the media exploiting his fetishes as gossip. A reply chimed in his inbox less than an hour later.

MistressPain to ReluctantSurrender: I am available. What do you need, pet?

The two exchanged messages for a few days before trading phone numbers. A few days of phone calls and texts and they had arranged to meet. Seto hastily, but carefully scrawled her address on the back of a financial spreadsheet before inputing the address into his gps. It was a little over an hour away from the office, and Kaiba liked the thought of a calming quiet ride to and from. That hour of quiet alone time would do wonders for his mentality and he knew that.

He left around lunch and headed for the parking garage, still unaware of her age and job title. None of it seemed to matter, as long as she could fulfill his needs. The young man couldn't remember ever having felt so nervous, even if he didn't show it. His phone was silenced along with the radio, leaving him with the gentle hum of the engine as he rode down the highway. When he pulled up and parked in front of the small green house Seto couldn't help but hesitate, pausing to take a deep calming breath before he climbed out of the car and slipped his keys in his pocket.

She was standing on the front porch with a cigarette, her long hair was loosely braided down her back. Dressed in knee length black wrap dress and heels made her complexion look like porcelain. Her nails were manicured, painted a dark red that also stained her lips. Kisara greeted him with a warm smile.

"Welcome Seto, let's step inside," she announced as she flicked her cigarette into a coffee can. Kaiba was left speechless for a moment before he replied, choosing his words carefully.

"Good afternoon, how are you, Kisara?" The words felt foreign and odd coming from his mouth. It had taken several years but he was finally learning how to respect others, and bondage had been the gateway to it. Leading him inside the house she wandered into the living room.

"I'm doing well. Have a seat. I need to go grab a few things," she remarked. Seto watched her disappear into another part of the house and return moments later with a handful of papers, wine glasses and a bottle of Lambrusco. Pouring two glasses she handed him one and sat down on the chair next to the couch where he rested. Knowing the wine would help calm his nerves he took an eager drink while she sorted her papers. With a grateful sigh he felt his pulse and mind slow, his focus returned.

"Now, we've talked a little bit about your desires and fetishes, and I'm afraid I don't understand why you've been having so much difficulty, what is it that other women find issue with?" she asked. Kisara picked up the glasses on the coffee table and slipped then on her face, waiting for his reply.

"It seems like anytime I mention that I need sex out of the relationship women balk and turn me away telling me that I don't understand it's not supposed to be about sex," he explained. She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

"Well, usually it's not about sex but that doesn't mean it can't be. It's uncommon, not unheard of. You'd think that with everything this community accepts, that would be one of them. Seems kind of peculiar to me," she added, before taking a drink from her chalice.

"Most of them have less than five years of experience, I only have five years of experience on and off, and about eight years of knowledge. I've never been with someone who has more experience than myself," Seto divulged with a laugh. She gave him a gentle, reassuring smile.

"I've been doing this for almost twelve years. I learned at a fairly young age, and I have found that this kind of relationship suits me best, for me it's conventional. I have enough experience to handle you, and give you what you need, versus what you want. It's a thin line but there's a difference, and it boils down to many factors. I've become apt at reading people, we've only been talking with each other for a week, and I've read a lot into who you are, without actually learning who you are," she elaborated. Her voice was smooth and warm like honey, and her words had engaged his curiousity.

"What do you mean?"

"I only know your first name, Seto, I haven't tried to figure out your identity through technological sources. Instead, I talked to you and from that I know you're a man in power, with a lot of it. Power and control dominate your life, they consume you and that's why you have to give it up to genuinely get off. It's a psycho sexual need developed from manipulating every aspect of your life. For you, it's a role reversal manifested by the absence of a female role model, you either put women on a pedestal or beneath you. There is no in between. Years of abuse have conditioned you to take pain and subsequently enjoy it without associations to trauma. You feel you deserve the pain as a way of atoning for your sins and failures, and the fact that you're blushing tells me I'm pretty close," she analyzed. Seto was a flurry of emotions, ashamed that she had seen through him, relieved that she could, and roused by her intellectual insight from their limited contact. It felt like it took hours for him to form words.

"That's...impressive," he finally uttered. She smiled and refilled his glass.

"You can stop the facade too, I see through it. Don't restrain yourself, I'll put you in your place," she added. His blush deepened, his attention brought to the papers she held out to him. Handing him a pen she gave instructions. "The forms are pretty straight forward, I'm sure you've done similar before. Take your time and don't hesitate to ask questions. I'm going to go outside and have a cigarette so that you have some clarity." Kaiba simply nodded and took another drink. He was amazed at the detail and variety the forms laid out. So many of them were things he had heard about but never done. His inexperience didn't seem to matter, he was confident that she had the skills needed, but he wasn't confident about his own skills, not yet. Time ticked by and soon Kisara returned, smelling heavily of smoke and resumed her seat.

It was a scent nostalgic of Gozaburo's cigars. The burns, stigma and stench of scorched flesh reminded him of how he got to where he was. His skin tingled with the anticipation of pain. With a heavy sigh he finished the last page and silently handed the papers back. Gazing through black rimmed glasses she took in all of his words, his likes, dislikes, fetishes and limits. It was exactly what she had expected of him

"I believe this can work, Seto. I can give you what you need," she said. Arranging the papers she set them down and sorted through more. "I need to know if you have any triggers, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about," she added in a serious, but gentle tone. Her voice was enchanting him. Kaiba nodded.

"The thing about that is I've never been triggered and therefore I don't know what my triggers are if there are any," he remarked smartly. He could tell she was displeased with his answer. Adjusting her glasses she took a deep breath and finished her glass of wine.

"Cute, but this is serious. I need you to think about this and let me know if there is anything you even think could trigger you." Kisara crossed her legs, giving Seto and upfront view of her toned, pale calves and half of her thigh. It was distracting. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and focused before eventually shrugging.

"I really don't know, but I have no trouble voicing issues when they arise," he concluded. She was piqued.

"What kind of issues are you talking about?" He folded his hands in his lap and mused thoughtfully on past encounters.

"Like when I'm at my limit, when ropes are too tight, if I feel uncomfortable, anything. I'm familiar with safety words," Kaiba answered eloquently. Kisara liked what she was hearing and browsed the papers for his safety word.

"Destiny? Really?" she interrogated. He chuckled and sat back on the couch.

"Yeah, it's one of those things that people throw in my face so much it utterly infuriates me, it works well for me," he elaborated with a rosy blush. The young woman pulled the tie from her hair and pulled out her braid gently.

"Alright, that's interesting. When did you discover your interest in this world?" He didn't like that question. Seto didn't want to explain the deep rooted history and painful memories that led to his perverted indulgence.

"I was sixteen and was taken advantage of by an older woman," he blatantly lied. Kisara saw right through his vague bullshit.

"Don't you lie to me in my house!" she barked in a loud stern voice that excited him. His speechless surprise did not amuse her and before he could speak she was kneeling on his thighs, her hand firmly wrapped around his throat. Depriving him of air got his attention and she looked deep into his royal blue eyes. "You will not lie to me, ever again. I do not tolerate such disrespect. Once you cross that threshold you are subservient to me," she enforced. Releasing his throat she pushed his shoulders back and dug her knees into his thighs roughly. Grabbing his hair she pulled his head back before leaning in to whisper. "In this house, I am god." She let go of his shaggy chestnut hair, her other hand groping him inappropriately. Sliding her knee up against his hip she roughly nipped at his neck, keeping him pinned against the couch. "Are you enjoying this?" she whispered. Seto swallowed hard, fighting the temptation to tear off her dress.

"...F-Fuck yes," he growled in a stutter. Gripping his chin with a firm, expert hand she forced him to meet her gaze, digging her knee into his hip.

"Good." She stood up and resumed her seat, leaving him literally breathless. "Now answer my question. When did you discover your interest in this world?" she reiterated. Seto clenched his jaw. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath.

"I'm...I'm going to need more wine," he admitted, putting his head in his hands. The intensity of their encounter was more than he'd ever dreamed and it was overwhelming him. Kisara obliged and left the room to obtain another bottle, a merlot. After filling both glasses she set the bottle down and patiently waited for his comfort level to return. When the chalice was emptied she refilled it, and finally when that glass was half empty he opened up.

"I was adopted with my brother when I was ten, and our 'father' was a cruel man. He made me his protege and when I didn't live up to expectations he beat and tortured me, often time with a willow switch or a cane. At some point I learned to function with it. It wasn't sexual or of that nature, he never did that to me. It was just physical torture, and around 14 I became numb to it and when he died it stopped and it felt...It felt like I needed someone to put me in my place, and finally when I had the freedom to explore I was able to discern what I needed and how to get it, and at that time I was around seventeen," he confessed. Kisara sat silently, taking it all in. Now, it was her turn to reciprocate, and he was about to find out he wasn't alone in his situation.

"When I was fifteen I was involved with a considerably older man who introduced me in small doses. It took about a year before I was fully immersed and around that time is when..is when things went wrong. I was introduced as a submissive and at the time was unable to discern when the environment turned abusive. It went down hill fast and bondage turned into long sessions of physical torture. I was often times drugged an beaten until...I was broken. When it ended I had enough knowledge to reverse the roles and take control. I was able to take back what was taken from me. It gave me power and self worth," she confessed painfully. An awkward silence fell upon the room, nervously Kisara lit a cigarette and pulled an ashtray out from under the chair. Seto could see that her recollections had made her hands shake noticeably.

"Why did we need to do this?" Kaiba growled. She sighed out a plume of smoke and wiped at her eye. Taking her wine glass with both hands she carefully took a large drink. It was making him very uncomfortable.

"Because this established a bond of trust, and the foundation for our relationship. It's important that we know certain intimate details about each other. Age doesn't matter, neither does weight or jobs or outside hobbies. You can't deny that what just happened was emotionally intense, Seto," She elegantly elaborated. Her intelligent remarks were keeping his arousal peaked. It felt like she pulling the strings of a puppet, that was attached to his loins and brain. New feelings were sparking in his chest, ones he couldn't identify, but they pleased him nonetheless.

"We'll start out slow, and learn each other before we get into anything intense. Follow me and we'll get started," she announced getting up and leading him down the hallway to a room with a dark eggplant door. The room itself had dark gray carpeting and eggplant walls. Familiar objects hung from the walls. Eyelets were placed in various places on the walls, floor and ceiling. A chair sat next to St Andrews cross in one corner while another held various chains and ropes. Seto sighed and smiled with appreciation, turning to his dominant. Her expression had changed, a firm serious look was splayed on her face. Slowly she approached her pet and grabbed his jacket, pulling it off swiftly.

"When I take this jacket from you, we are no longer equals. You have no power, no control over what's going to happen, your opinion and demands will mean nothing." She leaned into his shoulder, whispering in his ear while she slid the jacket over his arms. "I am your Mistress and you will listen to me, and submit your body and mind to me for as long as we're engaged in a scene." Her voice was a soft reassuring purr in his ear. Hanging up his coat she turned to him and unwrapped her dress, leaving it open to expose the black lace underneath. Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly told her what he knew she wanted to hear.

"Yes Mistress, I understand," he stated. Kisara grinned and slipped her feet into a pair black platform heels.

"Undress, pet," she instructed. Seto was struck with momentary hesitation, ashamed of his skin. Slipping out of the turtleneck he tossed it to the floor and began to unbuckle his boots. Already he felt naked, the scars of his abuse exposed for her to see and criticize, but she said nothing. She didn't question their origin or when they occurred, but she didn't ignore them. Silently, she ran her slender fingers over a scar on his shoulder, acknowledging it's existence with a warm embrace. Running her hands over his back she gripped his shoulders and pushed him to his knees.

Kaiba couldn't believe he was finally getting what he needed, that he had finally found someone to accommodate his desires. He couldn't believe that it was her though, it itched at his brain, seeing her former life play behind his eyes.

"Lick my shoes," Kisara demanded. Unable to shield his nudity adequetely made his rousing obvious. The young man clenched his jaw, his eyes shooting daggers at the woman that towered above him. His reluctance led to her stepping on his thigh, digging the hard heel into his pale toned flesh. Finally, he knelt down his tongue connecting with the black leather, leaving a shiny trail of saliva and self loathing. Grabbing a length of rope from the wall she bound his hands in front of him and took his chin between her manicured, lacquered fingers.

"Good boy, start at my feet and work your way up until I tell you to stop," she instructed as she carelessly tossed her dress to the floor. Seto wasted no time in kissing her feet and ankles, licking his way up her soft, toned calf. Her milky skin was soft and warm against his lips and tongue. Bound hands fondled the naked flesh of her thigh while his ministrations followed behind. She let out a pleased moan, entangling her hand in his wild chest nut locks. Electricity shot through her when his lips reached her hip. He was stripping her awkwardly, trying to keep her balanced. Finally his tongue met her sex eliciting a sharp, delighted moan from the pale haired mistress. Her grip on his hair tightened as she pressed his face against her. His lips drove her mad, making her pant wildly. It didn't take long for her excitement to peak, sending her reeling. Pleased and weak kneed she held on to Seto's shoulders catching her breath and bearings. Crouching down she stroked his chin.

"Very good, now what does pet want?" she asked is a soothing coo. He closed his eyes, struggling to verbalize his perversions. Kisara waited patiently in silence, with a reassuring gaze. Kaiba took a deep breath and grit his teeth in reluctance.

"I want you to hurt me," he voiced. She stood up and took his bound wrists and untied them. Instead she wrapped two small sheepskin lined cuffs around his wrists, these she hooked to an eyelet in the floor. He was forced on his knees, his arms pulled down in front of him. Anticipation grew, sweat beaded on his neck and brow. Unable to see his Mistress he relied on sound to identify her actions. When leather hissed in the air he knew she had selected a flogger. The first blow was soft, but the second one bit into his flesh with a delightful sting that made him euphoric. She teased him, alternating between soft caresses and harsh lashes.

Finally, he felt like he was getting what he needed. He was enjoying himself for the first time in years, a genuine pleasure that he often found fleeting.

Kisara stopped the moment she drew blood, much to his dismay. Tossing the flogger aside she approached him and knelt down, pushing him from his knees to his back. Seto let out a loud growl as he turned, twisting his bound hands above him. Reality faded away when she straddled him, sending adrenaline coursing through his blood. Everything happened so fast it became a blur of feelings and colors absent from time. Yet, she couldn't have had a clearer head when she took him, pressing her palms against his chest while he lost himself. His world fell back into place as he came down from the euphoric ecstasy he had been overcome with. They were left panting and satisfied as she undid Seto's cuffs, letting him move freely.

"This is exactly what I've been looking for," he murmured softly. She gave a soft agreeing sigh as she slipped back into her clothes. Perching herself in the window she lit a cigarette and blew a puff of smoke outside wistfully. At last, he finally had the satisfaction and release he had craved for so long, Kaiba was getting what he needed.

"Then I think it's time to strike up a contract," she responded with a warm smile. Seto had no idea that what he was about to embark on was more than he bargained for.

A/N: Ok, so this was inspired by Owlteria's amazing awesome fan art. I have decided not to continue extremes but instead chose to embark on a new story to encompass the entirety of the Seto submissive relationship. This took off more than I could have ever hoped for and all your love and support made this possible. I will be writing this story while working on Chaos. Read and review my loves and I'll see you in the next chapter. You can find me on tumblr as michellekellyff for more updates regarding my stories, fan art and other amazing spectacular things you lovies have done for me. Much love.