A young woman with a most unusual family discovers the joys of bondage, submission, and subspace as she contemplates her future.
As its title implies, Deeply Submissive has a heavy BDSM emphasis, especially focusing on domination and submission, subspace, and bondage.
Part 2 consists of the following chapters:
Chapter 6 - Submissive
After losing her virginity to Victor, Jazmyn continued to trust him more and more, and she steadily allowed him to call more of the shots in bed. She still had a few hard limits; for example, she wasn’t willing to try anal sex, but otherwise, she mostly let him use his imagination while she just went along for the ride. He had more experience with bondage, and more restraint gear, and so he introduced her to lots of new scenarios and positions. Afterwards, they’d always cuddle and talk about what they liked and what they didn’t enjoy so much, and by trial and error, their sessions just kept getting better and better. Jazmyn found bondage sex with Victor, and her relationship with Victor, both deeply satisfying.
Victor had moved to Jazmyn’s city to take his job, and not knowing anyone there, he had rented his own apartment. Jazmyn, however, had roommates, which meant that they didn’t have a lot of privacy there, and had to keep as quiet as possible during sex. So, he brought up the subject about her moving in with him. Jazmyn agreed without a moment’s hesitation. She and her roommates only had a few months left on their lease anyway, which she’d continue to pay.
From their very first bondage session, Victor had asked Jazmyn to always wear a leather collar with an attached metal ring when they engaged in bondage, and she did without giving it a thought. Now that they were living together, he asked her to consider wearing the collar whenever she was home in their now shared apartment, except when showering, of course. Jazmyn was going to have to mull that over some before giving him an answer. She knew she needed to talk to Mama Bryana about it. She arranged to meet her at home on a weekday when Jazmyn was off work and her younger siblings were at school.
Jazmyn had told Bryana all about Victor almost from since their first date, but the two had not yet met. In fact, Victor didn’t know much about Jazmyn’s unusual family except that her parents were into bondage in a big way and that she had 11 siblings.
“Mama, now that Victor and I are living together, he’s asked me to wear a bondage collar whenever I’m home. I’m not sure what to think of that,” Jazmyn told Bryana.
Bryana replied, “Well, a collar is a symbol that you’re submissive to him. In the bedroom, it’s probably expected that you wear it if you’re the submissive partner. Asking you to wear it outside the bedroom means he’s asking you to be submissive to him even when not engaging in bondage or sex. That could mean various things. It might simply mean that you agree to be bound or have sex with him any time he wants. On the other hand, it might imply that you’ll submit to him in other aspects of your relationship or your life as well.
“Exactly what the extent of that might be is something you’ll have to discuss and possibly negotiate with him. You might already be submitting to his authority outside of the bedroom, and so the collar is just recognition of that. Or, he might be asking you to submit to a greater degree than you are presently. Only he can tell you what his motivation was for asking you to wear the collar. And only you can decide whether you’re willing to do it. Even if you are submitting to him outside the bedroom, it doesn’t mean you have to agree to wear a collar if you don’t want to. On the other hand, wearing it just because he wants you to is a tangible demonstration of your submission to him.”
“Now I’m even more unsure of what to do, Mama,” Jazmyn complained. “That’s exactly why you need to talk to him about it, Jazzie,” replied her mother.
After dinner that evening, Jazmyn asked Victor more about his collar request and the reasons behind it. “I need to know your rationale behind asking me to wear the collar. Does it imply a change in our relationship outside the bedroom? Does my wearing it mean that I’m consenting to something without realizing it?”
Victor looked concerned. “No, it’s nothing like that, I promise,” he said. “I would never manipulate you like that. I just like seeing it on you, that’s all. It reminds me of all the fun we have in the bedroom. I would hope that you feeling it on your neck or seeing it in the mirror would do the same to you. That’s all, really. Besides, it was only a request; a stated preference, not a command. You’re free to say no, or say you’ll only wear it some of the time, and your agreement doesn’t obligate you to continue to do it forever. You can take it off, either temporarily or permanently, any time you want.”
Jazmyn relaxed after hearing that. “Okay, that’s reasonable, I suppose,” she said. “I guess I can do it on a trial basis. But I’ll go ahead and tell you now that I’m going to take it off whenever we have visitors, or even if I’m just answering the door. This will be for your eyes only.” “That’s perfectly fine,” Victor replied. “I’m glad you’re willing to give it a try.”
So Jazmyn put on the collar as Victor looked on approvingly. It was going to take some getting used to, but Jazmyn was determined to actually give it her best effort. In her mind, she was thinking she’d try to keep it on as much as possible for a week, and then evaluate whether to continue.
Victor was being completely honest with Jazmyn – he really had no ulterior motive, but neither of them realized the psychology involved. As Bryana had correctly noted, wearing the collar was a submissive act in and of itself, but even more significant was that wearing the collar made Jazmyn feel more submissive without her realizing it, and so she was. After a week, she’d become used to wearing it and didn’t mind it, and she continued to do so.
Chapter 7 – Jazmyn’s family
The end-of-year holidays were fast approaching. Victor very much wanted to go home to Long Island, New York for Christmas, and wanted Jazmyn to accompany him. That meant they’d be in town for Thanksgiving and would spend it with her family, and that meant she needed to prepare him.
“Victor, I need to tell you more about my family, so you’re not shocked when you meet them,” Jazmyn told him. “Okaaaayyy…,” he replied cautiously, having no idea whether that meant they suffered from flatulence or were from another planet. “First of all, I have two moms,” she continued. “Lots of people do these days,” he replied. “So what?”
“No, you don’t understand,” Jazmyn said. “My two moms and my dad all live together, and my moms are identical twin sisters. Or at least they were.” She now had his full attention. “My birth mother – one of my two moms – is a quadruple amputee, and has been since before I was born. She has no arms at all, and leg stumps too short for prosthetics. She’s given birth to 40 babies – that’s four-zero! Me and my 11 siblings, plus 28 others that she carried as a professional surrogate mother. She gives birth to whole litters of babies. I’m a triplet, and three at a time were the fewest that she ever carried. My other nine siblings consist of a set of quintuplets and a set of quadruplets.” “Holy crap!” was all Victor could say in response.
“Oh, it gets even better,” she continued. “Now this part is not common knowledge, even in my family, and I’m telling you this in the strictest confidence, including this first part that you already know. I told you previously that my parents – my birth mother and my dad – have always been into bondage in a big way. My mother’s amputations were elective – by her choice – because she wanted to be in permanent bondage, and that was essentially the same thing. She had four perfectly healthy limbs removed. She did it with the full blessings of not only my father, but also her own parents. All four of them flew to Thailand so she could get the amputations done by a surgeon operating illegally.” “Holy crap!” Victor said again. He was otherwise speechless.
“My birth mother and my dad are married. But my second mom – her twin sister – legally adopted all 12 of us and raised us, along with my dad. My adopted mom had a radical hysterectomy as a teenager and couldn’t have children of her own. She obviously couldn’t also marry my dad, but instead she changed her last name to match my dad’s.” “Holy crap!” Victor said a third time. Jazmyn’s family might as well be from another planet as far as he was concerned.
“I don’t even know what to say,” Victor added, but then he regained his composure. “Wait a minute. You‘ve got to be shittin’ me, because that’s all way too crazy to be true. That was a good one, Jazmyn! You really had me going there!” Jazmyn shook her head negatively. “Every word was the honest-to-God truth, I swear,” she replied, holding up her right hand. “Truth is often stranger than fiction, and in this case it definitely is.”
“You’re really being straight with me?” Victor asked incredulously. “I really am,” Jazmyn replied. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough; that is, if I haven’t scared you off.” “Are you kidding?” he asked. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world!”
On Thanksgiving Day, Jazmyn and Victor returned to her childhood home and he did in fact see for himself. Everything was just as she said, at least the parts that could be verified without asking embarrassing questions. He had no reason to doubt her regarding the parts that couldn’t.
Jazmyn’s brother Kaden was home on leave from the Air Force. He was currently stationed in Texas, and had brought his new fiancée, a Mexican-American girl named Alejandra he had met there. Victor naturally bonded with Kaden, having their military service in common, as well as with Alejandra, having their Hispanic heritage and culture in common.
Jazmyn’s brother Ian, the paramedic, brought his boyfriend Julian. The running joke was if you did a mash-up of their two names, it was still just Julian. A couple of the quintuplets, now high school seniors, also brought a boyfriend or girlfriend. Along with Bryana’s parents, there were a total of 22 people present.
Jazmyn’s limbless mother Bryana insisted that her children who brought plus ones whom she hadn’t previously met – Victor and Alejandra – sit down with her as couples so the plus one could tell her about themselves. She wanted to get a feel for them both individually as well as how they interacted with her children. Of course, she already knew that Victor was a bondage topper, so they talked discretely about that, among other things.
On the way home, Jazmyn asked Victor what he thought of her family. “Well, I’m sorry I doubted you when you told me about them,” he said. “I enjoyed talking to Kaden and Alejandra.” “Were you overwhelmed?” she asked. “By the number of people?” he asked. “No. You forget, I have a big family, too. Not quite as many siblings, but I have nieces and nephews and plenty of aunts and uncles and cousins. You’ll find out in a month.”
“What did you think of Mama Bryana?” Jazmyn asked. “An interesting lady,” Victor replied. “Especially in light of her secrets.”
He paused, and then asked, “Have you ever thought about having your limbs removed, Jazmyn?” “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t,” she replied, “especially once I learned the reason why she had it done.” “And?” asked Victor, wanting to hear more. “And I don’t know what to think. Part of me is horrified by the idea, and part of me is fascinated.
“I’m very close to Mama Bryana, and we have a lot in common. We’ve both always wanted lots of pregnancies and lots of babies, and we both love being in bondage. But the only reason she could even consider permanent bondage was because she had Mom – Alyssa – to raise her children for her. So, first, I don’t have an Alyssa in my life, and so if I’m going to have kids, I need to be able-bodied so that I can care for them myself. Second, I’m not so deep into bondage that I’d want to be made permanently helpless and dependent.”
“Not yet, anyway,” responded Victor, almost under his breath. “Not yet, what?” asked Jazmyn. “I don’t have an Alyssa yet, or I’m not that deep into bondage yet?” “Either. Both,” said Victor. Jazmyn realized this was starting to get weird. “What are you getting at, Victor?” she asked. “Oh, nothing,” he replied. “I’m just musing, that’s all.” He then changed the subject to something lighter.
Chapter 8 – Victor’s family
As Christmas approached, Jazmyn was becoming more apprehensive about meeting Victor’s family. She didn’t know a lot about them, nor did she know much about Puerto Rican culture, and she really didn’t know how readily they’d accept her. Victor wasn’t making any effort to tell her what to expect, so Jazmyn raised the subject with him.
“Victor, I filled you in on what to expect before you met my family, but I don’t have any idea what to expect when I meet yours. It’s making me kind of anxious not knowing,” she told him. Victor replied, “Well, compared to your family, mine is pretty boring. No three-way marriages, no extreme body modifications, no quintuplets or quadruplets or even triplets. There’s not much to tell, really.”
“But I know hardly anything about Puerto Rican culture. I can’t speak Spanish, I don’t know how you celebrate Christmas, and I’m really worried that I’m not going to fit in or be welcome or accepted,” Jazmyn elaborated.
Victor began to realize what Jazmyn was worried about and tried to reassure her. “First of all, my family’s lived in New York since the 1950s, and on Long Island since the 1980s, so everyone speaks English and is assimilated into American culture. I don’t mean everyone can speak English. I mean they will be speaking English. They’ll throw in some Spanish words here and there, but that’s all.
“Christmas dinner will be different than you’re used to. We won’t have turkey and cranberry sauce and all that. The main dish is roast pork, and the rest of the food will probably be unfamiliar to you, but I’m sure you’ll love it. We always have our big gathering and dinner on Christmas Eve, not Christmas Day. Everyone will go to Christmas Mass at midnight. Christmas Day itself is pretty chill, a day to recover from all the partying the day before.
“My family’s gatherings are loud and boisterous, especially at Christmas. There will be more people in a much smaller house than Thanksgiving with your family. The music will be loud, there’ll be plenty of alcohol, and everyone will be very animated. It might be a bit overwhelming, but everyone’s there to have fun and enjoy each other’s company. There’ll be a lot of playful teasing, and you won’t get a pass from that just because it’s your first time. But I hope you won’t get upset by that – it’s not meant to be malicious. If they’re teasing you, it’s their way of welcoming you by treating you like any other family member.”
“Will anyone have a problem with me not being Puerto Rican?” Jazmyn asked. “They’ll certainly tease you about it, especially if you make a face when trying new food. But otherwise, no. Other family members will be there with their Anglo spouses or SO’s, too. Some of the older family members might look down their nose at you if they realize you’re not Catholic, but don’t let that bother you. They’re just stuck in their old ways, but no one else is going to care.
Victor thought of something else to tell her. “One more thing you should know. You might get teased about your small breasts.” Jazmyn looked at him like he was nuts. She replied, “What do you mean, small? I’d hardly call a C-cup ‘small’.” Victor replied, “In my family, it is. I’m just sayin’.”
A couple of days before Christmas, Victor and Jazmyn flew to New York and were met at the airport by Victor’s older brother Hector. The two brothers were very happy to see each other, and became very animated in each other’s presence. They man-hugged, meaning that they began with a handshake, then pulled each other in close for a hug, and then used their free hand to pound each other on the shoulders and upper back. It was obvious that the two were very close.
Victor then introduced them. “Hector, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Jasmín Farris. Jasmín, this is my older brother Hector.” Victor had used the Spanish version of her name, which he pronounced ‘has-MEEN’. She wasn’t sure what to make of that. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jasmín,” Hector said as he took her hand and lifted it toward his face as if he were going to kiss it. But he stopped short of actually doing that. He then said, “Victor has told me all about you. My wife Natalia is also an Anglo, like you. I bet the two of you have much in common.” Jazmyn wasn’t sure to make of that, either. Victor had never mentioned talking to Hector about her, and she wondered exactly what he’d told him. She also noticed Hector used the Spanish pronunciation ‘na-ta-LEE-ah’ for his wife’s name, even though he said she was Anglo, meaning a non-Hispanic American. She suspected Natalia’s name was actually Natalie.
When they got to Hector’s car, Victor took the front passenger seat, leaving Jazmyn to sit in the back. The two brothers had an animated conversation the entire way back to the family home while completely ignoring her. Periodically they’d use a Spanish word or phrase which she didn’t understand. She wondered if they were doing that intentionally to keep her in the dark, or that’s just how they spoke to each other all the time. Jazmyn really started wondering what she had gotten herself into.
When they arrived at Victor’s parents’ home, they went in through the front door. In the living room were several men drinking beer and talking and half watching football on TV, and several children on the floor, playing. There was Latin music playing in the background, fairly loudly. Jazmyn couldn’t tell if it was Christmas music or not. The men all greeted Victor, and he introduced Jazmyn to them, again using the Spanish version of her name. It was becoming obvious that his family would only know her as Jasmín (has-MEEN).
Victor then led her into the kitchen, were there were several women preparing food and talking. One of them was an Anglo, which she presumed was Natalia. Two things about Natalia immediately drew her attention. Natalia appeared to be about six months pregnant, and she was wearing an eternity collar. Jazmyn knew exactly what an eternity collar was, but this was the first time she’d ever seen someone actually wearing one. It was a relatively thin, shiny metal ring worn around the neck, too small in diameter to go over the wearer’s head, and with no obvious way to open it or remove it. It was a discrete way to indicate that the wearer was deeply committed to a submissive relationship with her partner, not just in the bedroom, but 24/7. Jazmyn now understood what Hector was getting at when he said she and Natalia had a lot in common.
Victor then introduced Jazmyn to the women once again as his girlfriend Jasmín, including his mother and, as she had presumed, his sister-in-law Natalia. What stood out, literally, about the Latinas was that most of them were quite large busted, as Victor had told her. It was evident from both Victor and the women that she was expected to stay in the kitchen with them and help while Victor returned to the living room with the men. Jazmyn asked how she could help, and Victor’s mother assigned her to a task. The women all seemed nice enough, and they engaged Jazmyn in conversation to make her feel welcome and to try to get to know her better.
When the other women were momentarily distracted, Natalia said to her, “I presume your name’s actually pronounced ‘JAZ-min’?” “Yeah,” Jazmyn replied. “And your name is really Natalie?” “Correct,” she confirmed. Then Jazmyn said to her, “Hector said that you and I would find we have a lot in common.” Natalie smiled and replied, “He told me the same thing. We’ll talk later.” Jazmyn understood that to mean they’d talk privately when they got the chance.
“When are you due?” Jazmyn asked Natalie. “Mid-March,” she replied. “Is this your first?” Jazmyn asked. Natalie laughed. “Oh, no. This one’ll be my fourth. My two oldest are playing in the living room and the youngest is still down for his nap.” Natalie looked to be about 25 years old, so Jazmyn was surprised that she had so many kids already. Maybe the two of them did have a lot in common.
Christmas Eve went pretty much as Victor had said it would. The women, including Jazmyn, spent the day in the kitchen preparing food for the evening feast. The crowd began gradually arriving starting about mid-afternoon, and as it got closer to meal time, the house got more and more crowded, loud, and chaotic, but in a good way, as long as you weren’t on the autistic spectrum or even just introverted. Everyone was glad to see each other and celebrate the holiday together. Victor tried to introduce Jazmyn to his many relatives, but she just couldn’t keep track of everyone. With all the commotion, Jazmyn didn’t get a chance to talk to Natalie that day.
Natalie, Hector, and their kids lived locally, so they went back to their own home after midnight Mass. But late morning on Christmas Day, Natalie returned with her kids under the pretense of helping to clean up after the party. A few hours later, Hector showed up just as the work was about done. Natalie asked Hector if he would keep an eye on the two older kids while she took the baby and went out with Jazmyn to get to know her. Nothing was open on Christmas Day, and it was a cold New York winter day, so they just went back to Natalie and Hector’s place.
Natalie made them each a cup of coffee and they sat in the living room. Natalie said, “Hector’s told me bits and pieces about you that he heard from Victor. It sounds like we probably do have some things in common, but some of what Hector said sounded crazy – completely unbelievable. It sounds like maybe the classic game of ‘telephone line’ where the more times a story gets retold, the more different it is from the original.”
“What did you hear about me?” asked Jazmyn. Natalie replied, “I heard you’re very much into bondage, you can’t wait to get pregnant, and you want to have lots of kids. That describes me to a T, so if that much is true about you, we’re apparently two peas in a pod, including our taste in men, so it would seem”. “That’s all true,” admitted Jazmyn. Natalie added, “He also said you very much take after your mother in those regards.” “Also true, except that my father’s not Puerto Rican,” Jazmyn responded.
“I haven’t gotten to the crazy part yet,” Natalie continued. Jazmyn smiled. She knew what was coming, but decided to be the one to say it. “Let me guess,” said Jazmyn. “You heard my mom was so much into bondage and pregnancy that she had her arms and legs amputated so she could be as helpless as if she were in permanent bondage, and that she gave birth to 40 babies.” Natalie looked surprised. “How did you know that’s what the story had morphed into by the time it got to me?”
“Easy,” replied Jazmyn. “That’s what the story was in the first place, because it’s all true. And lest you think I must be crazy for starting such a story, Victor saw it all for himself when he met my family at Thanksgiving. He met my limbless mother and my 11 siblings, and he saw the award my mother was given for being a surrogate mother to 28 other babies.”
Natalie’s jaw dropped, and her eyes were as big as she could make them. “It’s all true? Oh. My. God. And here I thought I was going to have to school you about bondage and pregnancy and babies. It sounds like you’re the one who needs to teach me!” “I don’t know about that; I’m not my mother,” Jazmyn replied. “As you can see, I have all my limbs, and I haven’t gotten pregnant yet. Besides, you’re the one wearing the eternity collar.” Natalie was impressed that Jazmyn knew what it was called and seemed to know what it signified.
“You might not be her, but you can still tell me more about her,” Natalie pointed out. “How is it even possible to give birth to 40 babies? Even if she got pregnant again the day after giving birth, it would take 30 years. So, what, did she start at age 15 and go to 45?” Jazmyn laughed. “She only had nine pregnancies, roughly between the ages of 25 and 40. She never carried fewer than three at a time, and she only did that once. Otherwise, it was always four or five babies per pregnancy.”
“Okay,” Natalie conceded, “but how is that possible?” “She’s a rare super-ovulator. She apparently releases several eggs from her ovaries each cycle, rather than the usual one. Since she had successfully carried natural triplets, quads, and quints, the surrogacy agency let her carry four or five at a time as well. Normally, they wouldn’t let a surrogate do that.”
“And how did she manage get all of her limbs removed?” Natalie asked. “She found a surgeon in a third world country who would perform illegal surgeries under the radar for the right price. Yeah, it sounds sketchy AF, but she got a glowing testimonial from someone who had used this guy, and she actually went and met that person and saw for herself the quality of the surgeon’s work,” explained Jazmyn. “It actually went smooth as silk for her as well.”
“All I can say is, Wow. Just Wow. Your mom sounds like an amazing woman. I’d like to meet her someday,” said Natalie. “I’m sure that can be arranged,” replied Jazmyn. “But I have some questions for you, if you don’t mind. Tell me about the eternity collar. I know in general what it means, but I’m not really clear on what you need to do to get one, or why you would even want to have one.”
“I’d be happy to,” said Natalie. “It’s not often I get a chance to talk freely about it. Most people have no idea what it is or what it signifies, including Hector’s family. I know they’d be really freaked out or jump to completely wrong conclusions if they knew.
“An eternity collar carries about the same significance for a Dominant/submissive couple as a wedding ring does for a married couple. It means that the sub has permanently committed to a submissive role with her Dom not just in the bedroom, but 24/7/365, or nearly so, with exceptions like while at work. It also means that her Dom has made a permanent commitment to lead her, care for her, protect her, and so on as her Dominant. Only the sub can ask for an eternity collar, and only the Dom can put it on her once she does ask, assuming he’s satisfied with her and ready to assume that responsibility.”
“How does that work, being submissive full-time?” Jazmyn asked. “Pretty much like it does in the bedroom. It requires a very high level of trust and that trust had to be earned over time. As you’re working up to it, everything is discussed and negotiated and then evaluated and critiqued, and both parties learn what works and doesn’t work for themselves as well as their partner. Eventually you get to the point where you trust him enough that you consent in advance to anything he wants you to do without knowing what it is. Well, almost anything; you still get to set limits. But only then are you ready to ask for the collar.”
Jazmyn was still confused. She asked, “I still don’t understand. Why would you want to be anyone’s slave?” “Being a full-time sub is not at all the same as being a slave. Now there are plenty of people who do enjoy being someone’s slave, but I can’t speak for them. The role of a Dom isn’t to order the sub to do things. The role of the Dom is to care for the sub and look out for her well-being and best interests. If he’s doing that well, the sub will gladly submit to his authority and leadership. It can often mean that the Dom is the one doing most of the work, not the sub.
“For example, sometimes the kids have been yanking my chain all day and by the time Hector gets home I’m pretty frazzled. He’ll assess the situation and take charge. He might tell me to pour myself a glass of wine and go take a relaxing bubble bath while he finishes making dinner and gets them fed. I’ve learned to just do what he says, because it almost always helps. He takes responsibility; he decides what needs to be done, and I just go along with it. I don’t have to make any decisions, and I don’t feel guilty about doing something for me since that’s what he told me to do. Do you see the difference?”
“I think so,” replied Jazmyn. He does tell you what to do, and you do it, but he’s telling you to do things that are for your own benefit.” “In a nutshell, yes,” Natalie agreed. “A good Dom is always loving and benevolent toward his sub and knows her well enough to know what she needs maybe even more than she does, and that’s why the sub is more than willing to let him call the shots. If your Dom is adding to your stress or is making your life harder, then for whatever reason, he’s not doing it right, and the last thing you would want to do is to accept that or submit to it. But after you’ve been doing it for a while and you’ve worked out the bugs, then being a sub can be an amazing experience.
“It’s not like a sub has no say. Sometimes you know a Dom is making a decision without having all the facts. Sometimes he’ll tell you to do something you know is a bad idea. In those cases, it’s your responsibility to respectfully tell him, because he can’t read your mind. Once you do that, then whatever happens is on him, not you. It’s his responsibility to own the mistake, fix it, and learn from it. If he chooses to ignore you and things go badly, he has no one to blame but himself. It’s okay if that happens occasionally; it will happen, because he’s only human. Over time, it should happen less and less. A smart Dom will value your input, he’ll even ask for it.
“Only then would you consider making the Dom/sub relationship permanent and ask for a collar as a symbol of that. And only if he feels that he’s ready to permanently accept that responsibility, and feels that you really do reliably submit to his authority and leadership would he be willing to gift you with a collar. It’s a high honor for the sub to be given the collar, but it’s also a high honor for Dom to have a sub who wears it, because she had to be so pleased with how good of a Dom he is to request it. However, just like a marriage that goes wrong, sometimes a Dom/sub relationship sours and can’t be fixed, and one or both of them will decide to remove the collar.”
“I had no idea,” said Jazmyn. “Just one more question, though, at least for now. What’s in it for the Dom? What does he get out the relationship, besides more responsibility and work?” Natalie replied, “As his sub, I always look for ways to make Hector’s life easier, too, and he appreciates that. The only difference is that I don’t get to tell him what to do. He knows he has my utmost respect, and that’s important to men. Plus, he gets a lot of satisfaction when he’s done his job well and I’m content and happy.”
“It sounds like it could be a win-win, being in a relationship like that,” said Jazmyn. “We certainly think it is,” Natalie confirmed, “and that’s why we made it permanent. That’s why I proudly wear his collar.”
“Do you think Victor knows all this, about how to be a good Dom?” Jazmyn asked. “I really have no idea,” said Natalie. “Hector might have talked to him about it, but I don’t know one way or the other. But if the two of you ever decide to go down that path yourselves, Hector would certainly be an excellent mentor for him, and I’m sure he’d gladly do it. Likewise, I’d be happy to mentor you in being a sub if you want.”
“Thanks, Natalie,” replied Jazmyn. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind.”
Chapter 9 – More submissive
Jazmyn decided not to talk to Victor about what she and Natalie had discussed, at least not yet. She wasn’t under the impression that he really understood the lifestyle that Hector and Natalie had chosen for themselves. However, she began to pay attention more when he asked her to do something, or on occasion told her to do something, to see if he was acting as a benevolent Dom, perhaps without even realizing it. When she sensed that he was, she would comply with his request even if it was something that she didn’t particularly want to do and would have previously pushed back on. Likewise if he asked her to do something neutral, like make something in particular for dinner. On the occasions where she felt that what he was asking for was a bad idea, she’d explain to him why she thought so as respectfully as she could, but then leave the decision up to him and abide by it either way.
This was all just an experiment on Jazmyn’s part, to see for herself if being submissive in the way that Natalie described was really a good thing, at least for her. She also wanted to see if Victor was up to the challenge of being a good Dom. After a few weeks of this, Jazmyn hadn’t completely made up her mind, but it was going well enough that she wanted to continue and see where it led.
Victor, however, had noticed the change, and decided to ask her about it. “Jazmyn, ever since we got back from visiting my family, it seems like you’re different somehow. Easier to get along with, I suppose, not that you were difficult before. More relaxed. More content. Anyway, I’ve noticed the change, and I like it, but I’m just wondering what’s going on?”
“You really don’t know, do you?” Jazmyn asked rhetorically. “Did you notice the collar that Natalie wears?” she asked. “Yeah, she’s worn that for years now. It’s some kind of BDSM collar that can be worn in public without most people knowing what it means. I know the rest of my family doesn’t. They just think it’s some weird kind of necklace.” “Do you know what it means, Victor?” asked Jazmyn. “I just told you,” he replied. “Then you don’t know,” replied Jazmyn. “It signifies much more than that.” “Okay, but what does Natalie’s collar have to do with why you’ve been acting differently lately?” Victor asked.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch while I make us both something to drink? This is going to take some time to explain,” Jazmyn said. She brought the drinks and sat down herself. “If you recall, I spent several hours on Christmas Day getting to know Natalie better. It turns out that we do have much in common, like Hector said. I asked her about her collar, and this is what she told me.” Jazmyn then explained the significance of the eternity collar, and the extent and nature of Hector and Natalie’s full time Dom/sub relationship, and how Natalie had nothing but good things to say about it.
“So I decided to do a little experiment, and started trying to respond to you as I assume Natalie would respond to Hector. Just to see how it went, to see if I liked it, and to see how you’d react, either consciously or unconsciously. Whether you’d naturally become more of a Dom in response to me becoming more of a sub” “And?” asked Victor. “So far, so good. I haven’t yet made up my mind whether this is something I want to do ongoing, but I’ve decided to keep the experiment going for a while longer. It’ll be interesting to see how it evolves now that you’re aware of what’s going on.”
“Interesting,” replied Victor. “I had no idea about all that with Hector and Natalie. I knew they were into bondage, but that’s all. I guess I’m going to have to have a long talk with mi hermano and get brought up to speed on how to be a Dom.” “I think it would be great if you did that, Victor. It would be interesting to see where this goes if we’re both consciously trying to play the roles, rather than just me. I have a feeling it’ll only get better for both of us.”
Victor did talk to his brother at length and got quite a few pointers about how to proceed. Hector repeatedly told him how satisfying and fulfilling it was to be a Dom with a willing sub. The extra responsibility and effort were well worth it. And so Victor did his best to be a great Dom. Jazmyn immediately noticed the difference, and it didn’t take long for her to declare her experiment a success. She found it becoming easier to be his sub and do what he wanted, because he only wanted what was best for her.
Without discussing it between themselves, Jazmyn and Victor had each made it a long term goal for her to someday wear his eternity collar.
As Jazmyn thought more about her experience as a willing sub to a benevolent Dom, it occurred to her that that was the kind of relationship that Mama Bryana had with her father, but not as extreme. Instead of an eternity collar, the outward symbol of her relationship was her missing limbs. By willingly making herself so completely helpless, how could she possibly be more submissive, and how could her father possibly be more benevolent? They might not have done it “by the book”, or even known that there was a “book”, but they made wonderful role models for a successful Dom/sub relationship.