Submission in Seattle

by Jack Quaiz

  They led her down the stairs and allowed her to explore the dungeon as long as she wanted. She asked several questions about the specialized play furniture, which Cole answered as honestly as possible. She seemed to know what the bondage gear and various striking instruments were for. When she had seen enough, she simply said, “OK, thanks, it looks really great.”

  They went back upstairs and chatted for the rest of the evening. After Jennifer had gone, they both noted that her behavior was a bit strange.

  As they straightened up the kitchen, Cole said, “She was certainly feeling some kinky urges downstairs. Did you notice her sniffing the leather play furniture?

  “I didn’t see that, but I could sure feel some erotic energy when she bent herself over that spanking bench. I guess we’re really lucky to have each other. There must be a lot of people out there who don’t have anyone to share their kinky secrets with.”

  That night, they held each other a little longer than usual before drifting off to sleep.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The rainy winter weather prevented them from sharing an activity that they both loved, hiking. The best they could do were some long walks on urban trails within the city. They made plans to go on longer hikes in the Cascades when summer arrived.

  The weekend play sessions mellowed somewhat. They were getting to know each other’s responses and knew how to turn each other on with an easy comfort. If they had been out late, they would typically come home to snuggle in the big bed and enjoy nice warm lovemaking. Not that they were vanilla or anything! Cole still loved slapping her tits and ass before he held her down for a nice slow ravishing. Monica still liked to have him get rough and dominant before she was ready for penetration.

  As they had agreed earlier, they spent several Friday evenings watching foreign films and arty films by American directors. Monica watched the entertainment media carefully to see when the most promising films would be released. Her knowledge of non-mainstream films was astonishing. She managed to enjoy films that put Cole to sleep. Sometimes only the good photography kept him awake. He could appreciate good cinematography, even if the plot was incomprehensible. None of it really mattered, since he was with Monica and he was in love.

  The other part of their early agreement was that he would teach her to shoot. Specifically, handguns. This was not quite as easy as going to the movies. Monica had absorbed a fear of guns from the general culture that she was immersed in during her school years as well as the sophisticated urban environment that she entered after graduating from college. Fortunately, she had read some feminist literature that urged women to buy guns and learn to use them skillfully for their own empowerment.

  Another thing that encouraged her was the fact that guns were everywhere when she was growing up in Idaho and she associated them with masculinity. Seeing Cole handling a firearm like he respected it and knew how to use it, made her wet and subby.

  On a cold and misty Saturday morning at the outdoor pistol range, he taught her to use a .38 caliber revolver. She turned out to be pretty good at it, although there was still a voice inside her head that made her feel guilty for learning. Cole was a good shot with the .38, but he preferred a .45 semi-automatic. She was stunned to see him produce a flurry of rather large holes in the small vital areas of the cardboard silhouette targets.

  After the lesson, when they were sitting in a warm restaurant, he explained that he often carried a pistol when he went into areas that he considered risky.

  “I’ve had a permit for years. It’s nothing unusual these days,” he said. “Any adult citizen can get a concealed weapon permit if they’re willing to go through the process. I had to have my fingerprints taken and wait for a background check, of course. They look for any history of mental illness or criminal activity. It takes a couple of months.”

  Monica seemed a bit surprised. “I didn’t know it worked that way. I thought you had to be someone special, like a politician or something.”

  “When I lived in L.A., only the politicians, celebrities and rich people were given permits. I like this system much better,” he said.

  Leaving the restaurant, they returned to the house for an afternoon of unusually intense lovemaking.

  One weekend, they agreed to schedule a serious play session in the dungeon. Monica prepared herself by shaving every hair from her svelte body below the neck. Cole prepared by putting up the leather sling in one corner of the dungeon. The sling was suspended from the ceiling at waist height and was designed to allow someone to lie face up on it with their weight comfortably supported. Except for their arms and legs, that is. The limbs were typically raised and spread, then fastened with leather cuffs to the four chains that suspended the sling.

  In the bedroom, he slowly undressed her and kissed every square inch of her smooth skin. He put the comfortable leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. After a period of rough kissing and fondling, he led her down the stairs to the dungeon and helped her onto the sling. When he raised her legs to fasten them to the support chains, she was quite surprised to see how her ass and cunt were hanging just off the edge of the leather platform. She had never quite felt such a feeling of exposure and vulnerability. Her wrists were soon attached above her head.

  He knelt down between her spread and upraised legs and began to lightly kiss the area around her clitoris. Then, he started pushing gently on the sling to make it swing backwards and forward just a few inches. He placed his lips in position at the farthest point of travel and waited for her moistening cunt to come to him for more little kisses and nibbles.

  Reaching for a soft blindfold with an elastic band, he kissed her mouth softly for a few moments before placing it around her head, cutting off her vision. She detected a slight hint of her own natural scent on his lips. She could not see him look at his watch.

  “Do you trust me, little subby girl?”

  “You know I do darling... I mean Master.” she said in a dreamy voice.

  “That’s good, Little One, because we’re going to move a step forward tonight. You must trust me now. There’s nothing to worry about. I have good reason to think that you’re going to enjoy this and I know that I will. I expect you to remain calm and accept whatever happens. Will you do that for me?”

  “I’m fine Master, go ahead. You know I love surprises.”

  “I think I have a good one for you this time. I’m going to go upstairs for just a minute to get your surprise. Don’t run away.”

  He quickly went upstairs and found his old friend Nikki, AKA: Mistress Valeria, waiting outside in her car. Seeing him wave from the front door, she hurried in and gave him a big hug. Following their plan, they went quietly downstairs to where Monica was waiting in the sling with her legs held apart and her cunt wide open for all to see.

  Blindfolded, Monica had no way of knowing who had entered the room with her master. She tensed briefly, until she smelled a woman’s perfume. Then she heard a sexy female voice that was both seductive and dominant.

  “Hell-o, aren’t you the sexy little slut. Do you always hang around with your cunt available to everyone? Call me Mistress Valeria, accent on the second syllable. Your master has given you to me for the next hour or so.”

  “Mistress Valeria! I’ve heard my master speak of you. Your perfume is very unusual. What is it?”

  “Patchouli and Poison. Be quiet now, I want to put you through some tests. If you speak without being told to do so, you’ll be punished.”

  Still blindfolded, Monica drifted into a relaxed state that she knew would help her endure any kind of SM play that the good Mistress Valeria might wish to inflict upon her. She trusted her master to have things under control and in fact she could hear him moving nearby.

  Mistress Valeria placed her small toy bag on the table next to the various instruments of pain and pleasure that were already present. She quickly surveyed the tools that were available to torment the beautiful slave Monica and from the depths of her bag selected a Wartenburg Pinwheel. Attached to
a six inch stainless steel handle, the wheel was about an inch in diameter and had sharp spikes along its rim. It was originally designed to help Neurologists locate areas of skin that were numb due to nerve damage. It was also a favorite toy of the SM crowd.

  Valeria approached Monica’s well displayed, defenseless form and stood beside her. “I want you to hold completely still, you little hussy. This test will continue until I’m satisfied that you are submitting to my wishes. You are not allowed to speak. You are not allowed to come.”

  She placed the small spiked wheel gently against the inside of Monica’s right wrist and gradually moved it down the arm, passing the inside of the elbow and making a strong impression on the sensitive, perfectly shaved armpit. Monica moaned involuntarily and her muscles quivered with her effort to hold still. There were faint marks where the spikes had pressed into her skin.

  She heard her master speak now. “I love it when she tries to hold still.” From the tone of his voice, she could tell that he was very much into his dominant role now.

  “She’s a beauty, Master Cole,” she heard her sexy smelling tormentor say.

  The intense sensation of the wheel gradually moved up and down her body from wrist to ankle and side to side. Only her head, nipples and genitals were spared. Her captive position on the sling made it impossible for her to hide any part of her body from the demanding woman who was completely in charge. All she could do was twitch and moan. The suspended position was quite comfortable and the sexy torture seemed to go on forever. She felt herself slipping away from reality and into a state of erotic torpor.

  After a long time, Valeria noticed that Monica’s cunt was getting nicely lubricated. “You’re wet, wench.” The comment woke Monica from her trance and generated a rush of embarrassment that caused her to blush in some very unladylike places. Her entire body seemed like it had been sensitized by the wheel and she realized with some alarm that the feeling of anything touching her skin would now be amplified.

  “She does respond nicely”, Valeria said, looking over at Cole who simply grinned.

  Setting the spiked wheel aside, Valeria put on a pair of latex gloves and turned her attention to Monica’s naked cunt. Spreading the already open outer lips, she gathered some of the slippery fluid and carefully spread it to all the sensitive areas. Then she began a long massage of Monica’s inner and outer labia, carefully avoiding the clitoris.

  Monica’s little moans soon turned to grunts and pelvic thrusts. “Hold still, you nasty little slut. I’ll tell you when you can come.” Monica obeyed the order as long as she could, then the stimulation was too much for her and she started wriggling frantically to bring her clit into contact with the teasing hands.

  “Aren’t we the little wiggle worm. You’ll get six cane strokes on your pretty ass for disobedience. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Monica was more distressed by the fact that the astoundingly talented hands were removed from her cunt. However the burning lines that appeared one at a time on her unprotected and lewdly stretched buttocks quickly made her want to obey.

  “Let’s try this again. Hold still this time!”

  The hands returned to her slippery cunt lips, sliding up and down, pinching and stretching. Monica was nearly catatonic from the long period of unrelieved sexual stimulation.

  After a terribly long time she heard, “I think I’ve had enough of that little amusement and I doubt if you can take much more. Have you been depriving her of sex, Master Cole?”

  Valeria moved forward and carefully removed the blindfold, leaving Monica blinking in the soft light of the dungeon. She looked up to see who had taken such complete control of her and saw a handsome woman with long, raven black hair and a skimpy leather outfit that displayed an alluring figure.

  “Hello, Mistress Valeria,” she said softly. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. Just relax for a minute while I put on a condom. Have you ever been fucked by a woman?”

  “I don’t think so,” she said uncertainly, not quite understanding the meaning. Was Valeria a man? It didn’t seem possible.

  “Well, you’re about to be fucked. Now, where did I leave my cock?” she said absent mindedly as she turned to the toy table.

  Monica watched in fascination as Mistress Valeria removed her leather outfit revealing a perfectly normal female body. No penis visible anywhere. Her pubic hair was nicely shaved too, Monica noticed.

  Valeria reached into her black toy bag and pulled out a large strap-on dildo that was a perfect replica of an erect penis. Even the texture and flexibility of the pink plastic was correct. Using the leather straps, she fastened it around her body so that the artificial cock was positioned perfectly. Then she ripped open a small foil packet and quickly rolled a condom down the shaft. What Monica could not see was that there was a small extension on the rear of the dildo which would provide Valeria with intense clitoral stimulation.

  Lying helplessly in the sling, Monica was feeling very submissive as she anticipated the feeling of the plastic cock fucking her overheated sex. Having a beautiful woman take charge of her was very stimulating, but she felt like she was really doing it for her beloved master. She looked over at Cole and wondered if he was proud of her for demonstrating her obedience.

  Monica looked at Mistress Valeria approaching between her spread and upraised legs. Even without her exotic leather outfit, the woman was still very sexy. She admired the long black hair and pretty breasts.

  Valeria used her hands to move the latex clad cock up and down Monica’s swollen, red labia. When she felt that Monica was about ready to burst, she slid the cock carefully into the well lubricated passage. Gently stroking in and out, Valeria was being stimulated herself, by the action of the dildo against her own center. Her helpless victim, however, was still deprived of clitoral stimulation. “I’m glad I didn’t use any lube,” she said in Cole’s direction, “your little slut is really wet. She’s quite a treasure, you know.”

  “I know she is,” Cole said as he moved closer to stand near Monica. He reached out to touch her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples in the way that he knew she liked. “I’m very proud of you, Little One. Allowing your master to give your body to another is an important step in your submission.”

  Cole could sense that Monica’s mind was far away in a pre-orgasmic fog. Judging by the hardness of Valeria’s nipples, she too would soon give in to the repetitive clitoral stimulation that was provided by the ingenious dildo. He moved behind Valeria and gently reached around to cup her breasts, which he had always admired. While Valeria was working herself towards a climax by fucking his little slave girl, he provided a bit of extra stimulation. His goal was to make them both come at the same time. He remembered that she liked a slow pulling of her nipples and he gradually worked them into stiff peaks of pleasure. She responded by pushing her chest out to encourage his efforts. In a way, he was serving her, but he was also controlling her. A bit confusing, but lots of fun, he thought.

  Valeria was the first to come. As she began to quiver and shake, Cole moved to Monica’s side and reached down to stroke her neglected clit. Within seconds. Monica was wracked by her own massive convulsions of ecstasy. They each let out a loud scream of pleasure that seemed to encourage the other to greater heights. He absorbed the intense sexual energy from the two passionate women. He could feel it in his own body, but knew he’d have a chance to satisfy himself later. He hoped it would be soon. Very soon.

  When their energy was spent, he helped his dominant friend to a pile of pillows on the floor and covered her quickly with a blanket. Then he moved to release Monica, who seemed to be comatose.

  Within a few minutes, they both recovered and started chatting about their experience. Their conversation quickly turned to the fact that Cole hadn’t come yet and the three of them tossed out ideas for providing him with satisfaction. They decided that Valeria, who Cole had started to call Nikki, would recline on a soft pad with her
knees spread wide so that Monica could be taught the art of cunnilingus as practiced by the famous Mistress Valeria. Cole would kneel behind Monica and fuck her while she worked.

  Monica learned fast. Whenever Nikki/Valeria felt that she was doing something incorrectly, she would wave a hand in Cole’s direction and he would stop his doggy style thrusting until Monica was doing it right. This was great fun for a while, until he said in a strangled voice, “Dammit Nikki, I can’t hold back any longer!”

  She quickly responded, “Fuck it man! Go ahead and come! Shoot a big load into your pretty little come receptacle.”

  He certainly did. His vision blacked out from the intense pleasure of coming inside the tight slippery tunnel that his lover offered him. Then he was the one who collapsed on the floor while the women continued their lesson. Shortly, when he appeared to be asleep, they both looked at him, then smiled at each other knowingly.

  Nikki, left an hour later after lots of hugs and kisses all around. Monica turned to him and wrapped her arms around him tightly.