Trained to Submit

by Powerone

  "Your car is ready, Senorita,” the clerk at the front desk said.

  "My car?” She had expected Miguel and the jeep again, almost disappointed she wouldn't have all the eyes trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt as she got in and out.

  "Yes, Senorita."

  "I'll be right down.” She picked up her things, fingering the small brown vial before slipping it into her purse. She locked the door behind her, slipping a message under Michael's door. Inside it read; “I'm having dinner with El Presidente. Might need a sudden departure. You better hope your plan works."

  The door of the long stretch limousine was already open, Monika bending over to get in the classic Cadillac, sure that many men were staring as her ass as her short skirt rode up high in the back. She was actually enjoying the bit of exhibitionism. Miguel was teaching her well. She looked inside, not surprised to see him sitting there waiting for her, dressed in his finest uniform, his large chest busting with ribbons. “I'm glad you're here."

  "I told you I would, Monika. El Presidente is anxious to see you. He talks about your mother and now you incessantly. I think brief affairs have a tendency to have a longer life, the things missed harder to forget.” His cock was already hard in expectation of Monika, the girl able to do that to him with such ease. But he doubted that he would have her tonight, sure El Presidente would monopolize her time.

  "I am so fortunate to meet him again. I know how busy he must be. And thank you for that information. Michael is beyond words, not knowing what is happening. And I like it that way.” She fingered her handbag nervously.

  "Yes, I like Michael guessing also. It is good for him.” The ride was short, going again to El Capitolio Nacional, this time pulling up in front, a soldier there to hold the door open for them.

  Monika got out first, sure that Miguel did it to get the best view as she bent over to get out the door. She took her time getting out, sure that her skirt was half up over her ass, Miguel's ass that he had possessed.

  She was such a tease, showing off her ass as she got out. He watched her as she looked around once she got out. “Everything okay?” he asked, concerned that she was a little nervous. After all, she was meeting with El Presidente. The first time was a complete surprise, this time she had a chance to think about it. Her heels tapped along the tile floors, finally getting to the end of the hall, a large double door that had to be over ten feet tall, two guards standing at the side. They snapped to attention as he approached, a nod his only recognition as they opened the door for them. “I will leave you here, Monika. Enjoy yourself as I know you will."

  She didn't reply, walking into the room, a fire dancing off the wall, cigar smoke wafting up from the large leather chair. She walked over to it until she saw the familiar face of El Presidente. “Good evening, sir,” she said without thinking. It sounded so formal. After all, this is the one that saw her pussy and sucked on the cigar that was coated with her juices. They were more intimate than a sir.

  He could tell she was nervous. “You look ravishing tonight, Monika. Have a seat and call me Fidel. I think we are a bit more intimate than most."

  She sat across from him, nervously clutching her handbag. “Yes, I guess we are. Fidel,” she added. “How did you like your cigar?” She began to get more comfortable.

  "I smoked it in the intimacy of my bedroom, savoring every sweet puff of smoke. It's surprising how much better good Cuban tobacco can be when drenched in your sweet pussy juices. I was sorely disappointed when it was gone."

  "Maybe a box of them for Christmas would be appropriate,” she teased him, though the thought of masturbating with that many cigars did appeal to her.

  "Yes, that would be memorable. For both of us, though I doubt you could accomplish the task in one night. I think your arousal would be satisfied before you got to the last cigar."

  "Yes, that's true, but I would suffer countless nights of masturbation if only for your pleasure, Fidel.” She was getting much more comfortable. And aroused, the conversation heated almost from the start.

  The door opened, five servants bringing in a table and chairs along with the food. “I hope you are hungry. I had some Cuban delicacies prepared especially for you."

  "I have this oral fixation, loving anything in my mouth. Food is no exception."

  "Yes, you do seem to take after your mother,” he teased her, sitting back in his chair and laughing.

  She broke out laughing with him, Miguel must have told of their secrets. She had never thought of her mother in that way, but this reminded her of the truth in it. Maybe she would make it truer before the night was over. They both sat down, their conversation light but always with sexual innuendos, most of them quite blatant. She wasn't sure where the evening was going, but she began to see Fidel differently. As she saw Michael and Miguel. Strong and sexually demanding. Just the type of person that made her pussy wet with desire.

  Fidel found her even more charming than before, and she seemed to be sexually sparring with him since she arrived. Any uneasiness she had when she first came in was gone, Fidel only seeing a very desirable woman seated across from him, her every movement making his cock hard as his imagination took hold. Her putting her fork in her mouth was sensuous, the way her lips curled around it like they would a cock. His cock. The dinner went quickly, desert taking only a few minutes as if they were both in a hurry to get dinner behind them. Fidel finally got up, the servants taking the table and chairs away in minutes, leaving them alone again.

  "Miguel tells me you love performing. Sexually,” he added.

  She tried not to look surprised, but she was sure that Miguel's loyalty was with El Presidente and he held no secrets from him. “It's hard not to when I am bound. And you have such a lovely collection of fine furniture in the building. Designed for that express purpose. And Miguel has exceptional talents to please."

  "Yes, I have heard that before from others about him. Are you just as accommodating when not bound?” He stood up, walking over to her, picking up the blindfold that he had on the table.

  She saw it in his hand. A black blindfold, shiny silk, an elastic band around it. She wasn't sure what was about to happen, but she was sure that only her imagination that would see it, the blindfold destined to take away her sight. She had felt it when the rebels captured her, the hood making her other senses come alive, more acute, the pleasure greater. She didn't say anything as he stood behind her, pulling her head from the back of the chair as she felt the blindfold slip around her head. The darkness was sudden and black, not a hint of light reaching inside. Her hands were at her side, her fists clenched as she began to imagine the most perverse things.

  "Stand up. You are going to have to trust me to guide you. Can you do that, Monika?"

  She felt his hand help her up. She had never done anything like this, though her panties were already damp with desire. “Yes, Fidel,” she answered in a soft whisper, though she didn't know why. It was like she had to whisper since she couldn't see, her voice sounding louder. She began to walk, her body tense as she waited to walk into things, but Fidel guided her expertly, Monika able to almost feel walls near her as she walked, as if she were sensing them. She heard a door opening, and then heard what sounded like echoes as they walked. Were we going down the same hall that I came in?

  "You're doing well, Monika. Just a little farther.” He watched her body as she walked, the gentle bounce of her breasts, looking over her shoulders to watch her swing her ass sensuously. He was like a voyeur that wouldn't be caught ogling her body. He stopped for a moment, opening the door. “Inside, Monika."

  She felt the warmth of the room as they entered. Not what you would feel from a room that had been unprepared. Or empty. They were walking, both of them tapping on the floor, but she thought she heard something else, though she couldn't identify it. Was it traffic outside? Or people nearby?

  Fidel brought her to the chaise lounge in the middle of the room, the black leather chair over six feel long, with one end sloping sharply u
p in the back.

  She felt the heat when she heard the click. Was it a light coming on? Why was it so hot? Monika was able to feel the warmth on her skin. It must be close.

  "Sit down here, Monika. Relax now.” He helped her down, her naked legs sticking to the leather chair. Soon she would warm it up.

  It was cold, sure it was leather. Her skin began to stick to it. He turned her sideways, pushing her back until she hit the back of the chair. He lifted her feet, turning her sideways until she was reclining on it. It must be a leather couch, long because her feet never touched the other armrest. And strange, there were no sides to it. Only one back that she could feel. She put her arms to her sides, not sure what she was to do but sure that Fidel would soon tell her.

  "I'm going to sit right across from you so don't get scared. I will tell you exactly what to do. Leave the blindfold on. Can you do that for me, Monika?"

  He got up, Monika grew tense for a moment until she heard his voice again. This time it wasn't near, but not far away. The silence was almost deafening, as though it was fake.

  "Yes, Fidel.” What did he want me to do? And why here, not back in the other room?

  "I want you to masturbate for me, Monika. Show me how aroused you can become until you cum.” He waited to hear her answer.

  The first thought in her head was she alone with him? Or were there others in the room? She tried to shut out all the sounds but couldn't pinpoint anything. It was as though the silence came alive, pipes creaking, floors cracking, the wind blowing twigs against the windows, the sound of traffic, all sounding so close and loud. She sat back on the couch, lifting up her knees until her legs were bent back against her. Her hands went to work as though he willed them to do this.

  She had a look of contentment on her face as her hands moved between her legs, sliding down between her thighs until her legs parted, the darkness of her treasures hidden beneath the skirt silhouetted in the overhead light that shone brightly from above her, though she still didn't realized that she was the center of attention. She hiked up her skirt, her hands already caressing her thighs with such attentiveness, sliding close to her pussy but not touching, as though teasing herself. Or Fidel.

  She forgot about almost everything, all except Fidel, knowing that he was watching her and that excited her beyond belief. Every touch of her fingers was like it was the first time, her senses heightened by the blindfold and her powerful voyeur. She could hear his breathing, knowing he was so close. She reached to the side of her skirt, the zipper sliding down filling the room with the sound of hissing. She pushed her ass up into the air as she shook her hips from side to side, trying to get the too tight skirt down over her hips, almost ripping it in her haste. She wanted to be free of the restraining garment. She kicked it off her ankles, hearing it sail across the room before it fell to the floor with a gentle swoosh. Her hands teased along her thighs again, but she closed her legs, her hands moving up to undo the blouse one button at a time, starting with the bottom. As each one opened, she spread the blouse to the side, feeling the night air on her naked stomach and then moved higher. She pulled the blouse open, finally all the buttons open, pushing out her breasts brazenly as she pulled the blouse off. Her fingers teased along her bare bosom, one finger running up and down the deep cleavage until she felt the goose bumps pop up on her skin. Her nipples hardened in spite of not having touching them yet, growing erect at the thought of baring her breasts to Fidel. Her hands grasped her breasts like a man would do, squeezing them hard until she felt them pushed to up the top of her bra. She released them, pulling her back from the chair, a crackling sound as her bare skin pulled away from the leather. She undid the catch of her bra with a deft flick of her hands, teasing Fidel by holding it over her breasts as the bra released their captured pair. One hand teasingly slid the straps down over her arms until both of them were gone, her hands the only thing protecting her breasts from his eyes. She sat up in the chair, the soft bra slipping down, her hands capturing her bare breasts before they were revealed.

  She was incredible, teasing him with her body, finally moving her hands to the side long enough to reveal her naked breasts to the waiting light, illuminating the firm flesh, the erect nipples surrounded by the dark areolas that circled them. She arched her back, thrusting them out as though she was pushing them into his face. Fidel watched as she settled back against the chair, this time her fingers coming up to tease at the hardened nipples, playing with them until they rose to the occasion. Her fingers teased around them as they swelled, only when at full attention did she squeeze them with her fingers, her lips curled as Fidel realized that she was squeezing them hard as if to please him. And she was. She settled back comfortably in the chair, one hand playing with her breasts, her legs spreading almost on their own, her other hand trailing down over her stomach to brush across the front of her panties.

  She didn't even realize her legs were spread until her fingers found her pussy, squeezing her bush until she found her puffy lips, two fingers squeezing them and pulling them up, her panties growing wet with her arousal. Her fingers pinched her nipples until they hurt, almost wishing she had the nipple clamps to put on them for Fidel. Her finger curled up and down her slit, pushing the damp panties between the pouty lips of her pussy, her fingers beginning the gentle masturbation that would be the preliminary. She spread her legs wider, her feet still hitting no restraints as she spread her legs, her fingers more urgent.

  "Take off your panties, Monika. Show me your pussy again.” Fidel took a more active part, wanting to see how well she would obey. Her hips rose up, the panties skimmed down her legs in haste as she submitted. Her bare ass settled back down on the sticky leather chair. “Spread your legs. Show me all of your pussy."

  She spread her legs, almost feeling his eyes staring between her legs, feeling her wetness intensify as her lips pulled apart, exposing her inner lips to Fidel's eyes. She wished she had a cigar to push inside, but she would have to be satisfied with her fingers. She waited as if she needed Fidel's next command, and was glad when he did give it.

  "Play with your pussy. Raise your ass up and open up your lips so I can see you better.” Her ass pulled off the sticky leather seat, rising up, her legs spread wide.

  Her fingers gripped her wet pussy lips, squeezing tight as they tried to elude her grip, her fingers finally trapping the wet flesh to yank them wide until it ached. She could feel the warm air as if it were blowing directly on her. She kept that position, sure that he could almost see inside her.

  The bright lights from above glistened off her juices, her pussy lips pulled wide apart, her pink insides exposed to the harsh glare of the lights. She kept the position as if posing for a camera. “Get on your hands and knees, Monika.” She obeyed without question, flipping over, eagerly pushing her head down, her ass rising up high, her hips almost wagging back and forth. She was getting excited performing for him. He picked up the vibrator, the thick shaft a shiny black, curled balls running around the tip that turned in rotation, the head shaped like the helmet of a cock, Fidel's cock. He moved close enough to throw the vibrator next to her. It bounced near her leg. “Use that, Monika. And spread your legs wide. I want to see everything.” Another light clicked on, this one from the side behind him, shining directly on her naked ass. It lit up every nook and cranny of her pussy and her ass, including the slightly inflamed asshole that Miguel had penetrated last weekend.

  She felt more heat, but it was the hard object next to her that got her attention. Her hand hefted up the mighty weapon, her fingers finding the switch, the fake phallic instrument coming alive. She didn't play with her pussy, instead taking it and drawing it around her mouth, looking back in Fidel's direction as she forced it against her lips. She kept her lips tight as if denying it entry, each time pushing harder into her tightly clenched lips until it finally found her weak spot and pushed in. Her lips split as they were forced open by the slowly vibrating cock, her mouth forced to take it in. Her hands began to fuck her mouth, e
ach time driving deeper inside her, her tongue working its magic on it. Just as she wished she could do to Fidel's cock.

  She was doing an excellent job improvising, but he wanted her pussy now. “Use it on your pussy, Monika. Show me how you pleasure yourself in your own bed.” Her legs spread wider, her stance wider, her ass arching up as the vibrator slipped between her legs. He watched with such astonishment as her pussy literally swallowed up the thick vibrator, the gentle buzzing now muted as it was buried inside her. As it would pull out, the buzzing increased as she hit the switch higher, back in until her pussy engulfed it, vibrating deep inside her.

  It felt so good, the vibrations tingling against her soft passage, the curled balls spinning around and around inside her, Monika pulling it in and out as she increased the vibrator to high. She didn't even realize it before, but her ass was wagging from side to side, dancing on the fake cock that was inside her, her insides clenching on the hard plastic. She wished it was real, hot flesh. Something bounced near her again, the gentle sound of buzzing bumping against her knee.

  "That one's smaller. Put it in your ass. Then you can cum for me, Monika.” He watched her pick up the long anal probe, the shaft curved, tapering to a rounded edge at the end, the shaft growing progressively thicker the closer to the base until it was the size of a small cock. It should be easy to take after Miguel's cock, his cock known among the women for its girth.

  She had never used anything up her ass before while masturbating, but, then again, she was an anal virgin a week ago. And she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt from Miguel's cock up her ass. She turned it on, easing it back between her cheeks until she felt the hard plastic touch her anus. It was already slick, Fidel kind enough to lubricate it for her. She pushed, fucking her pussy with the other vibrator to keep her mind off of the anal probe as is slowly and methodically began to enter her. It didn't hurt, at least at first, the tip slim. It pushed inside her, nibbling at her insides, the curved shaft spreading her open the deeper it went. But she knew Fidel wouldn't be happy until it was all the way inside her, and she was destined to please him no matter what. She could feel them meet inside her, both of them buzzing across the thin membrane that separated her pussy from her asshole. She could only imagine what it would be like to have two cocks between her legs, two massive pricks each fitted into her body at the same time. She felt a cramp as the probe banged against the side of her passage, but she pulled back, then back in, this time it slipping in easier. She felt her anal ring stretching wider, knowing it was growing thicker inside her.