Bride Submission: A Big Surprise - Sex Stories

Bride Submission: A Big Surprise

... Syndom,” he said. “What is that?” I asked, as the elevator began its ascent to the penthouse. “A secret society of families who run the world through a complex male dominated society,” he revealed. “What does that even mean?” I asked, getting slightly annoyed by his vagueness. What I loved about Bradley was he was a real man and understood how to treat and please a woman. We are both lawyers and he understands the high stress pressure of my job. He was also the first man who understood my doppelganger personality. At work I was an ice queen; a determined woman trying to be successful and prominent in a still very male dominated field. On the other hand, he understood that when in the bedroom, I wanted to just turn off that persona and become my polar business opposite...submissive and obedient. “It means that my family is a member of a very exclusive society that sees men as superior and women as subservient,” he continued. “Like I am to you in the bedroom,” I smiled playfully, trying to lighten the tension. “Yes, but it’s much more complex than that,” he said, not smiling like he usually did when I got flirty. Just then, the elevator slowed down, stopping on the tenth floor. An older man, holding hands with a girl who couldn't be more than twenty and was dressed in a plaid school girl skirt, white blouse, thigh high beige stockings which were completely in view, five inch heels, pigtails and a strange looking black choker with a gold symbol I’d never seen before engraved on ...

... it, got onto the elevator. She looked like a complete slut and he like a fucking pervert. Bradley said with a heavy sigh, “Hi, Uncle Bart.” “Hey, big man, long time no see,” the good looking, grey haired man greeted, before turning to me and saying, “And you must be the bride-to-be.” “So I'm told,” I smiled politely, already not liking him. He took my hand and kissed it as he said, “Brad, this is my girlfriend Amber, she is the Rockenports’ youngest daughter.” The Rockenports were one of the ten richest families in America, being oil Barons in Texas, owners of a fancy line of hotels including the one we were currently in, and, the head of the family, James Rockenport had recently hinted he may run for President. “Nice to meet you, Amber,” Bradley greeted, although he looked incredibly nervous. “Nice to meet you too, Master Bradley,” the young slut replied, bowing to him. I gasped out of shock and anger…thinking only I get to call Bradley ‘Master’! Bart, seeing my reaction, asked, clearly surprised, “She doesn’t know?” “I was just trying to tell her when you got on the elevator,” Bradley explained, clearly anxiety riddled. “Yes, apparently your family is a member of some sinister secret man society,” I flippantly said, wanting to make it clear I wasn't buying into this old school male hierarchy bullshit, as I glared at the blonde bimbo who had called Bradley master. In the bedroom, I often referred to Bradley as Master and allowed him to call me a variety of derogatory names ...