The Submission Factory

by Susanna Hughes

  He looked puzzled. Previously I'd always been the ultimate submissive, meek and obedient, but that part of my personality had changed.

  'Do as I say,' I snapped, enjoying my new role.

  He did. I winked at Judy, who was also looking at me with amazement. I picked up one of his riding crops.

  'I hope you can take it as well as dish it out,' I said, slashing the crop down on his buttocks. He yelped as the thwack of leather on flesh filled the small room. A red line appeared on the white flesh.

  'What's got into you?' he asked, taken aback.

  'This is what I want.'

  I slashed the whip down again. I could see Judy's eyes sparkling with excitement.

  'If this is your way of thanking him for rescuing you I think I should thank him too,' she said, smiling.

  I gave her the whip. She raised it and slashed it down on his reddening buttocks twice in quick succession. Jack gasped.

  'Now let's see whether he likes it,' I said. I pulled Jack over onto his back. His cock was fully erect. I seized it in my hand and without hesitation straddled his hips and sank down on it. It was my turn to gasp, my vagina moulding to the contours of Jack's cock.

  'Feels good, doesn't it?' Judy said, clearly seeing in my eyes what I was experiencing. She took my breasts in her hands, kneading them and pinching my nipples. She straddled Jack's head and lowered herself onto his lips, his face smothered between her slender thighs.

  I concentrated on my own pleasure. As Judy's fingers played with my nipples I began to move up and down, a few inches at first and then more deeply until I was pulling myself almost off him then plunging down again, the feeling of being penetrated, of that sword of hot flesh forcing its way into the deepest recesses of my body, taking me to new heights of passion. I was panting for breath and every nerve in my body was connected to the orgasm that exploded in me, making me scream with pure pleasure. Somewhere I could hear another female voice with the same intensity, but only dimly realised that Judy was coming too.

  As I regained my composure I was astonished at the way I had behaved. It seemed that being unexpectedly freed from bondage my mind had decided to assert itself, and was determined to get what it wanted.

  I smiled dreamily at Judy, who had climbed off Jack and was curled up on the bed beside him, obviously as exhausted as I was. Jack went off to shower. I had no memory of him coming back. All I remember is spooning up to Judy, putting my arm around her and falling asleep.

  For breakfast Judy and I had croissants and coffee in Jack's kitchen, while he went out to buy us both some clothes. When he returned Judy slipped into a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and trainers and thanked him. He invited her to stay but she said she had things to do. I imagined that the man who had put her into training was going to have some very unpleasant surprises before the day was out.

  'OK,' I said, 'so Tony had me sent to that place to have me turned into some kind of zombie sex slave. But how did he know of its existence?'

  'Look, you know I've dabbled in S&M for a while. There's a lot of clubs out there and occasionally I've been to one or two. That's where I met Sandra. She's really into it.'

  I felt a pulse of excitement and jealousy at the same time.

  'Well when I told her about what had happened she made some inquiries. She found out about Melanie. Melanie Masters she calls herself, though I doubt that's her real name.'

  'And?'

  'Apparently some of the dominants at the club wanted to take things further with their submissives. She had a doctorate in psychology and she reckoned she'd found a way to wipe out memory. Sandra used to have a permanent master and he told her all about it. You have to have a lot of money.'

  'I guessed that, but does it really work?'

  'Apparently. And judging from her lifestyle Melanie makes a lot of money out of it.'

  'So that's how you found me?'

  'Yes. Sandra got me the number and I phoned her. I think they made a few checks on me then I was invited to the house. I was pretty certain that's where you were.'

  'And while you were there you took advantage of the facilities?'

  'I might have,' he grinned. 'I had to make my interest appear genuine.'

  'So it looks like I've got a lot to thank Sandra for.'

  'I'm sure we can find a way for you to do that. But first...'

  'What?'

  'There's something else.'

  'What?'

  'You own half the shares in his company, don't you?'

  'No, more than half. It used to be owned by my father. He gave it to me in his will. Tony has options on some shares but the majority belong to me.'

  'That makes it even worse.'

  'What do you mean?'

  'I've got a friend who works in the City. Tony's planning a management buy-out. His management.'

  'He can't do that without my shares.'

  'Exactly. He's called a shareholder's meeting. With you all obedient and submissive he'll order you to vote for the motion and the buy-out will go through on the nod. Completely legal and above board. Then the company would be his and your shares would be less than worthless.'

  'The bastard. I'd end up with nothing.'

  'Exactly.'

  I thought for a moment. If I revealed to Tony that my memory had never been affected and his plans for me hadn't worked we'd no doubt have a huge row and I'd tell him to leave. But when it came to his plans for what was basically my company he could deny everything and pretend nothing had been going on. Of course I could vote him out of his job at the shareholder's meeting but the company would still have to pay him a compensation package, and after what he'd done I didn't want him to get a penny. If everyone found out what he was planning he'd be humiliated and have no alternative but to resign. So I needed to have him go through with the whole scheme until it suited me to reveal my hand.

  'I think I know exactly what I'm going to do.'

  'You've got to stop him.'

  'Oh, I will.' I said. Thoughts were spinning in my head. I had to think fast.

  I decided I couldn't wait. If Tony still believed I was his mindless slave I had a plan I thought might work, but I had to act fast. If I disappeared for any length of time then turned up with no warning he would be suspicious. I had to make him believe my escape had been an accident and that nothing else had changed.

  I told Jack what I had in mind and he agreed it was the only way.

  We waited until the afternoon, then Jack dropped me off close to my house, careful to make sure no one saw us. I hid the coat he had leant me under some bushes in the front garden and sat on the front doorstep wearing the rubber catsuit I had hurriedly put on for my escape. Thankfully the garden wall hid the porch from the road so no passers-by could see the strange sight of a woman in rubber waiting outside her own house.

  I'd had time to think about what he had done to me and what he was planning to do. Of course it was my fault I'd had an affair. It was also my fault that I'd got caught. But having me kidnapped, locked up with the view to wiping my memory and training me as a sexual robot as well as planning to steal my money was taking revenge one step too far.

  It was late in the afternoon and I knew Tony would get back from the office at any moment. I looked down at my naked breasts, the gold rings in my nipples prominent, the flesh already reddened by the constriction of the rubber. My nipples were erect.

  It was little more than five minutes later when his car pulled into the driveway. Quickly I got to my knees, my hands behind my back and my head bowed.

  I heard Tony giving the driver instructions for tomorrow then footsteps approached over the gravel.

  'Good grief...!' Tony exclaimed. 'What on earth are you doing here?'

  'I don't know, master,' I said, my head still bowed.

  'What do you mean you don't know?'

  'I don't know, master,' I repeated. 'I was frightened. Someone came in the night. I thought it was a test of obedience so I went with him. He took me and another woman to a strange hous
e. There was another man there. He was very cross. Then they brought me here.'

  'How did they know to bring you here?'

  'I don't know, master. I don't know. I don't know where I am. When they took us to the strange house the man said they were supposed to take two women but I was the wrong one. Then he told them to bring me here.'

  'You don't recognise this house?'

  'No, master.'

  'She has done a good, job,' Tony said, almost to himself.

  He opened the front door, pulled me to my feet and shoved me inside. He pulled me through to the living room.

  'Wait here.'

  I fell to my knees again, pursuant to my supposed training.

  He took out his mobile phone and punched in a number. 'Hello. Melanie. She's here. I don't know what happened. She says they said something about taking the wrong girl. But how would they know to bring her here?'

  This was the only flaw in my story and my whole plan could fall apart if Madam M didn't come up with some explanation. I held my breath.

  He listened for a moment. 'What, you don't even lock the files away? Well they must have got into your office and looked at them. That's the only way they could have found out where she lives. You'd better tighten up your security. And what about the other woman? What's going on?' He listened again. 'So she's still missing? Is that a problem?' What he heard seemed to reassure him. 'No, no, she looks just the same. She thought it was some sort of obedience test. I'll make sure I keep her under lock and key just in case. You said you were planning to hand her over to me on Friday, so if you agree I might as well keep her here.' He listened again then said, 'Fine, I'll call you tomorrow.'

  He hung up and put the phone down. I breathed a sigh of relief.

  Tony pulled me to my feet. He guided me upstairs to our bedroom. I noticed there was a blue teddy hanging from the wardrobe door - and it wasn't mine. It looked like Tony had taken full advantage of my absence. I tried to be careful not to betray myself by recognising where we were. He opened the wardrobe and took out two of his leather belts.

  'Put your hands behind your back,' he said.

  I did as I was told. He wrapped one of the leather belts around my wrists, binding them behind my back. He buckled it tight, the leather biting into my flesh. He stripped off his suit and the rest of his clothes.

  'Now lean over with your head on the bed,' he said.

  Again I obeyed. He'd whipped me in this position when I'd been with Angela. His hands caressed my buttocks.

  'This is what you like, isn't it, Nat?'

  'If it pleases you, master,' I said.

  He raised the belt and swept it down against my poor bum. The familiar rush of pleasurable pain made me moan.

  He struck four more times then threw the belt on the bed. He was now fully erect, the tip of his penis leaking pre-cum. The whipping had excited him just as much as the first time, but now there was no Angela for him to fuck and taunt me with.

  He lay on the bed. 'I want you to come here and suck me,' he said.

  'Yes, master. Thank you.'

  I knelt on the bed. I crawled between his legs and lowered my mouth to his cock, swallowing it and sucking obediently.

  'Oh yeah...' he sighed smugly.

  I lifted until he was almost out of my mouth, then sank down again, massaging his cock with my lips and tongue. I heard him moan, but I heard something else too. Footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard the bedroom door opening.

  'What's she doing here?' It was a woman's voice.

  From the corner of my eye I saw him put a finger to his lips to indicate silence.

  'Oh, I see,' the woman said. 'I thought you said Friday.'

  'I did. Some guy broke in and took her but he got the wrong girl.'

  'What guy?'

  'How should I know? It was obviously some botched rescue attempt. Someone trying to get his girl back, is my guess.'

  'Is she good at that?'

  'She's been specially trained.'

  I still couldn't see her but I felt her behind me.

  'Have you just whipped her?' she asked.

  'She loves it.'

  The woman's fingers stroked down between my legs, then pushed into my sex.

  'She's very wet.'

  'That's what whipping does. Melanie trains them to associate pain and pleasure.'

  'I could do with some pleasure,' she said.

  I heard a rustle of clothing, then she knelt on the bed. She was wearing a white bra, white panties and stockings.

  She leant down and kissed Tony. 'Get her to do me,' she said.

  'Mmm... sounds like fun,' he chuckled.

  He pulled me up off his cock and I found myself staring into the face of Jennifer Fisher. There was a time when I'd have called her my best friend. We'd been to school together. We'd shared boyfriends. Now she was obviously intent on sharing my husband too. Now I knew who the blue teddy belonged to. I tried hard not to show the slightest sign that I recognised her.

  'She's got no idea, has she?' Jenny said. 'I told you Melanie's incredible. That's why I suggested you use her.'

  When I heard that I almost forgot my new role. It had been her idea to have me taken to Melanie Masters. Once again I was struggling not to reveal myself and tell Jenny exactly what I thought of her. I wondered how long she'd had designs on my husband.

  'I wouldn't have believed it,' Tony said. 'She's incredibly submissive. I guess that's why she got involved with that other guy. He gave her what she wanted.'

  'Those nipple rings set her tits off perfectly,' Jenny cooed. 'Do you want me to have mine done?'

  'Perhaps.'

  'Take my knickers off, Nat.'

  Eager to make sure they thought I was still completely compliant I hurried to obey. It was difficult to do such a simple thing with my hands bound behind my back, but with a lot of tugging and pulling I managed to get them down and off.

  'I'm going to enjoy this,' Jenny said. 'I've always wondered what it would be like to...'

  'Be careful,' Tony said. 'Her training wasn't quite finished. Her name is Nat now.'

  'Don't be silly. If she had any idea she'd have realised by now, in this room. Come on, Nat, let's see what you can do.'

  Jenny spread her legs apart. I had no choice but to play along. I leant forward and touched my lips against her sex, searching with my tongue. I found her clit and manipulated it, making her moan.

  From lowered eyelids I saw Tony massaging her breasts. He pinched her nipples and I felt her sex contract.

  'Let's make her watch us fucking. You remember all the times we had to do it in hotels?'

  I almost choked. It appeared Jenny hadn't just taken advantage of my disappearance. I knew now why Tony was so disinterested in having sex with me. She'd been shagging him long before I'd started my affair.

  'That's enough for the moment,' Tony said, pulling me up. 'You're to kneel on the floor and watch.'

  I remembered how I'd knelt by the bed and watched him being sucked and fucked by Angela. 'Yes, master,' I said flatly. I was working out my revenge on my so-called friend. I was going to make her pay big time.

  Tony lay between Jenny's legs and I watched as his cock sank into her vagina. She raised her knees, lifting her arse off the bed and allowing him to penetrate to the maximum. He began pumping into her and she grunted encouragement.

  I was seething inside. It was a lot worse than I'd imagined. Tony had taken his revenge on me for having an affair whilst having one himself, and with someone I thought was a friend. In some ways it was a good job my arms were bound because the urge to hit her could so easily have overpowered me. I tried to control myself. If my plan was to succeed they had to believe I was still the submissive slave ready to do their bidding.

  She was coming. She was screaming every time he pushed forward. Her fingers dug into his back, and despite my anger at what my friend had done, the sight of her being fucked so forcefully stirred my sexual appetite once again. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my clito
ris respond with a sharp pulse of yearning. Despite everything I had an overwhelming desire to be fucked.

  Once Jenny had come Tony rolled off her. I was glad to see his cock was still rock hard.

  'You've never seen me fuck her, have you?' he said.

  'No, I'd like to see that,' Jenny said dreamily, savouring the climb down from her orgasm. She reached over to the bedside cabinet, my bedside cabinet, and opened the bottom drawer where I kept my sex toys. She took out my largest dildo. Apparently my husband wasn't the only thing of mine she'd been using to fuck herself.

  Tony knelt behind me and tipped me forward until my forehead was resting on the bed. He fed his cock into me, while I watched Jenny slide the dildo into her wet sex. We both moaned loudly.

  The feeling of Tony's cock inside me was lovely and for a moment I could think about nothing else. But then I felt my head being pulled up by my hair. Jenny was wriggling forward with her legs on either side of my torso so her pussy was in front of my face, the base of the dildo projecting from it.

  'Lick me,' she said.

  I extended my tongue and found her clit. At the same time I felt his hand slide under my body and find mine. Each time he pushed forward his groin rubbed the welts he had left on my buttocks to create the delicious pain I had become so accustomed to. My anger at how the woman had betrayed me was forgotten, at least for the moment, washed away by a sea of passion.

  'Don't you dare spunk in her,' Jenny said. 'Your spunk's reserved for me now.'

  Tony pulled out of me.

  'Now let me see you whip her,' Jenny enthused. I heard the sadistic glee in her voice.

  Tony got to his feet and picked up the belt. My buttocks tingled in anticipation, and even before the belt fell my excitement mounted again.

  He gave me six hard strokes across my buttocks. Each time I could not avoid a gasp of shock, gagged on Jenny's soft sex. Each time Jenny's reaction was a similar gasp, her head raised so she could see Tony's arm as it rose and fell with the belt.

  'Oh yes, that's so sexy,' she encouraged.

  The last stroke, my last gasp exploding against her open sex, made her come. Her body went rigid, her thighs closed around my head and her gasps became one long mewl of delight. And it made me come too. My clit, tightly cocooned between my thighs, responded to the beating with its usual enthusiasm and I orgasmed.