Submission in Seattle

by Jack Quaiz

  At the most recent party, they were told, the men ate dinner at a large table, while the women, or slave girls as they called themselves, sat on the floor next to their masters and were fed by hand. Monica thought this was really hot and hoped she would be able to experience it someday.

  As the date of the party approached, Monica agonized over what to wear. The maledom party sounded like a great opportunity to prance around more or less naked in front of an appreciative audience. Although she sometimes pretended to think that her body was not attractive, she took a great delight in showing it off. When she couldn’t make up her mind, Cole finally told her that she would wear a black corset that just barely hid her nipples, plus high heels and deep red panties.

  He packed a small suitcase with numerous kinky toys that might be useful at the party. Like most Maledoms, he subconsciously followed the Boy Scout motto of “always prepared”, so the bag was very heavy.

  On party night, Monica took hours to get ready. Cole simply dressed in black slacks and sport coat with an open white shirt. They finally left when Cole said they had to go, since latecomers would not be admitted. He drove through the downtown tangle of freeways, crossing various bodies of water and out to the suburb where Michael and dina lived.

  The parked some distance from the large house and walked along a damp driveway through a stand of tall fir trees. The rain had stopped and the damp cold air was brisk with the scent of evergreen forest. Monica was glad she had put a long coat over her corset. When they knocked at the door, it was opened by a very slim woman. It was dina, dressed in a lacy black costume that looked totally appropriate for a slave girl. Up close she appeared to be about thirty and had very intelligent eyes. A man who was certainly Michael appeared behind dina and Monica responded politely as Cole made introductions.

  Michael was wearing black jeans and a black leather vest over a white shirt. To Monica’s relief, he was obviously a very friendly fellow, not the stern ego-dom type that she couldn’t stand. After putting down his heavy suitcase full of toys, Cole took her by the hand and led her farther into the house. As they went into the living room, she saw that several couples were already there.

  Monica’s corset made her small waist look even smaller and her medium sized breasts appeared larger. She bathed in the stares of both the men and the women as Cole displayed her as his private property.

  Monica’s immediate desire was simply to be as beautiful and submissive as possible in order to make her master proud of her and to make the other masters jealous of him. She followed Cole submissively as Michael introduced him to some of the couples he didn’t already know. They sat in the living room and chatted with another couple for a while. Actually, the men did most of the talking, as the women were deeply into their subby roles.

  Monica was primarily soaking up the supportive atmosphere, which made her feel particularly good about her submissive needs. Three of the other men made a special point to compliment Cole on how beautiful his slave girl was, making sure, of course that Monica could hear. In spite of their masterful attitudes, they knew that the party was as much for the women as it was for them.

  Cole noticed that the energy at this party was much stronger than what he had experienced at pan sexual parties. He had a sudden flash of understanding about the same sex parties that were often held by the gay and lesbian SM groups. Those people are always ahead of the curve, he thought approvingly.

  When Cole was ready, he guided Monica over to one corner of the living room where there was a tall metal cage. It was just large enough for one person to stand within. He placed her inside and fastened the door with a lock that was hanging there for that purpose. Monica was held in a rigid, upright position with very little freedom of movement.

  “Pull your elbows back,” he ordered. Cole slid a padded rod through the bars, guiding in between her back and her arms, trapping them behind her in a manner that thrust her breasts forward. The feeling of being held captive while on display triggered a wave of submissive sensation that washed over her body and left her trembling with closed eyes. The feeling was not particularly sexual, but it was felt at the deepest level of her soul.

  Cole moved around the room, socializing and sampling various snacks. Each of the other men and two of the sexy slavegirls complimented him on how beautiful his slave looked in the cage. He avoided paying any attention to Monica for several minutes, to see if she could maintain her subby headspace alone.

  He wanted to get a better feel for the play customs of this group before he started his planned scene with Monica. He released her from the cage and led her to the basement play area. She was in such a deep level of submission that she had to be guided down the stairs one step at a time.

  In the spacious play area, a tall, heavyset master was ordering his blonde slavegirl to assume different positions that exposed and displayed her charming assets. Cole sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair and told Monica to sit at his feet. Bending down was not easy in her stiff corset, so she carefully knelt, then lowered her bottom sideways to make contact with the floor.

  They watched the couple performing for about fifteen minutes or so. The tall woman was naked except for a red leather collar and numerous piercings. Her large breasts were decorated with heavy gauge gold rings through her nipples and more gold rings hung from her labia. Her master struck her lightly with a riding crop to correct her position. Monica noticed how quickly the woman responded, as if she were concentrating completely on fulfilling her master’s slightest whim. She could also tell that the woman took great pride in both her appearance and her obedience.

  When the play area was clear, Cole ordered Monica into the center of the room. With his help, she removed the corset, then her panties and shoes. She noticed that several more people had gathered in the large playroom. He told her to lie down under a pulley which was mounted to an overhead beam. He carefully attached his superbly crafted suspension cuffs to her wrists and a similar pair to her ankles. A three foot metal spreader bar was fastened between her captive ankles and a steel cable from the overhead pulley was clipped to an eyebolt in the center of the bar.

  Monica felt another wave of submission wash over her naked body and she wondered if she was blushing. Two of the men were pointing at her tattoo and shaved pussy while whispering intently to each other. From his toy bag, Cole produced a mass of pink plastic clothespins which were connected to each other with a strong cord.

  “Are you ready for the clothespins, Little One?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He slowly pinched small folds of her skin and attached the little inch long clothespins to her body. One string of fifteen was attached in a line from her right armpit, around her firm right breast and down along her stomach. An identical string of clothespins was attached in the same fashion along her left side. She noticed that the springs were quite strong and cruelly bit into her sensitive flesh.

  Cole moved his hand in a cranking motion while looking at Michael, who was standing next to a hand cranked winch mounted on the wall. Slowly, Monica’s legs were lifted off the floor until her back almost lost contact with the carpet. Cole then clipped the wrist cuffs to the bar, leaving her in a completely exposed and vulnerable position. She heard the winch being cranked again as her body was completely lifted and suspended face up by her wrists and ankles.

  She was only lifted about two feet off the floor, but she still felt a distinct loss of control as her body swayed and slowly spun around. There were now a dozen people in the room, watching her, seeing her private parts prominently displayed and appreciating the exquisite pain of the clothespins. They could also hear her start sighing in little panting breaths as her feeling of intense submission began to trigger her sexual arousal.

  Kneeling between her widespread knees, Cole began to lightly stroke and tickle her already aroused cunt. Her outer lips were each repeatedly pinched and the inner ones were pulled out slightly to reveal their swollen state. Her humiliation seemed almost too intense and she
nearly panicked before her master calmed her by running his loving hand along one perfect thigh.

  Just as she was beginning to feel the moisture drip between her shamefully open cunt lips, he reached into his bag and displayed some more spring loaded clips of various sizes and colors in his large right hand. He held his hand out to some of the other slavegirls who had been watching from their places on the floor. After lightning fast negotiations with their masters, three slavegirls approached and each took two of the clips.

  A healthy looking short haired brunette, who was wearing only a leather bra, approached Monica’s breasts with two large metal carpenter’s clamps that were at least four inches long. Fortunately, the metal jaws were plastic coated, because they bit into Monica’s nipples with nearly unbearable force.

  Then the tall blonde approached and put two oversized wooden clothespins on Monica’s inner labia, eliciting a groan of pain, but also of acceptance. She was followed by a petite redhead who put two more of the large wooden devices on Monica’s outer labia. Everyone withdrew for a moment to see how she would react to the sensual torment, except for Cole who stayed to whisper in her ear.

  “I’m very proud of you Little One. Everyone can see what a delightful slave you are.”

  “Thank you, Master. I’m doing it for you.” She smiled, but her eyes were slightly unfocused.

  “I know you are subby girl, now I have more surprises for you.”

  Monica caught her breath for a moment while Cole whispered something to Michael. She hung in her leather restraints, with her legs spread wide and scores of small areas of pain and pressure distributed across the surface of her curvaceous torso. One of the men was admiring the well developed musculature of her thighs and calves, while another seemed to be most impressed with her long wavy brown hair which was hanging down almost to the floor.

  Looking between her own raised legs, Monica saw dina approaching on her hands and knees. She stopped with her face inches from Monica’s cunt, which was throbbing from the strong clamps on her labia. Monica looked right into dina’s sparkling, mischievous eyes and felt an immediate bond with the slender slave girl. She also felt a thrill of forbidden perversion, since dina had a definite feline air about her that lent a hint of bestiality to the proceedings.

  Dina reached up with both of her small, delicate hands and deftly removed the first two clamps from Monica’s outer labia. Monica closed her eyes and moaned gently at the sudden wash of sensation through her pelvic area. Dina pulled on the clamps attached to Monica’s inner lips and spread them apart, revealing the pink inner surfaces as well as a telltale quantity of slippery moisture.

  Releasing the clips, dina leaned forward and started applying her small darting cat-like tongue to Monica’s pink, pulsating labia. Monica began trembling and gasping from the expert stimulation. The two other slave girls who had helped with the clamps moved in with thin rigid rods and began tapping lightly at the clamps on her nipples and the twin lines of clothespins that ran along her torso. Each time they tapped, a small jolt of pain added to Monica’s rapidly increasing load of erotic energy.

  After a few minutes, Cole put his hands on the large spring clamps that were crushing her nipples. Simultaneously, he released the pressure and pulled them both away. For the first time, Monica screamed. She also began thrusting her hips toward dina’s busy mouth as far as her limited freedom would allow. The two slave girls dropped their sticks and each began to suck one of Monica’s outraged nipples, which drove her into a frenzy of groaning, thrashing and heavy panting.

  Cole looked down at the pretty slave girl between Monica’s legs and said simply, “dina, it’s time.”

  Dina moved her lapping tongue directly onto Monica’s swollen, throbbing clitoris. After a few seconds, Cole picked up the strings that connected the two rows of clothespins and motioned for the two helpers to move aside. Michael chose that moment to begin methodically striking dina’s small buttocks with a short single tailed whip, which left a thin red welt with each stroke.

  Monica could sense dina’s pain traveling from her tight little bottom cheeks through her lithe body and onto the tip of her tongue, where it was converted to intense pleasure and transferred to Monica’s burning clitoris. She began to feel the convulsive contractions of her muscles that signaled the irresistible arrival of her orgasm.

  Just as Monica reached a devastating climax, Cole pulled hard on the two strings, which neatly ripped the rows of clothespins from Monica’s body like opening a zipper. The sudden addition of more pain, combined with the fact that dina had thrust two fingers into Monica’s dripping vagina, forced her to the highest possible level of orgasmic flight. She came and came and came.

  When Monica awoke, she was no longer in bondage. Someone had wrapped her in a blanket and placed her on a sofa in the playroom. Her head was in someone’s lap. Of course, it was her beloved master, Howard Cole. When he saw that her eyes were open, he encouraged her to sit up and drink some cold fruit juice, which she gulped down eagerly. When he was satisfied that she was all right, he asked dina to come over and sit with her while he went upstairs to socialize with the rest of the group.

  Monica and dina made an immediate connection. Since they both already knew each other’s biggest secret, they felt like they had nothing to hide. When Cole returned an hour later to tell Monica it was time to go home, it was almost impossible to separate them. He had to remind her that it was now 2 AM and they had a rather difficult drive home through Seattle.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  By summertime, Monica’s negotiations with the software company had resulted in an excellent contract. In addition to a substantial salary and lots of creative autonomy, she would have some control of her hours and be able to do part of her work at home. She gave her old employer a month’s notice, since the new job wouldn’t be ready until then and she announced that she would take her accumulated two weeks of vacation immediately. Her loathsome boss was in no position to protest, since she was the only one who could train her replacement.

  Cole and Monica agreed that when she left her job downtown, she would move in with him to further test their compatibility. If they could live together happily for six months or so, they believed that marriage should be the next step.

  They decided to use part of her vacation for hiking. Cole cancelled some of his appointments and rearranged others to make time. It was a three hour drive along curvy mountain roads to the small resort town of Leavenworth. They decided to take her car, since the weather was perfect for riding with the top down. Monica drove the little sports car like a professional, drifting it around curves and passing slower traffic at just the right moment. She refused to tell Cole where she learned to drive that way.

  They arrived shortly after noon and looked around the unusual town before checking in at the luxurious bed and breakfast. Most of the buildings in Leavenworth had been modified and decorated to make the town look like a traditional Bavarian village. Even the supermarket and the fast food outlets joined in the Bavarian theme. Playing tourist, they wandered through dozens of small shops offering imported German products and local crafts.

  Each day they would see how hard they could push themselves on the steep hiking trails that led to waterfalls or alpine lakes. Being younger, Monica could hike faster, but Cole, with decades of hiking experience, could go just as far when allowed to set his own pace. The weather was spectacular and the usual insects seemed to have gone elsewhere, so they enjoyed themselves immensely.

  Each evening, they would make the short drive back into town and eat at one of the excellent German or Austrian restaurants. Neither of them had ever eaten so much wiener schnitzel and strudel. One night they tried a restaurant that was styled in the Bavarian beer hall tradition and sampled the sauerbraten with sauerkraut and excellent German beer. Fortunately, their daily exertions in the surrounding mountains made up for the delicious, but heavy meals.

  On the last hiking day, Cole told her that they would play. “I’ve selected a
trail that should be nearly deserted, so we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves,” he said as they left the bed and breakfast.

  Arriving at the trailhead after a 15 minute drive, they noticed only one other car in the small parking area. Cole began to give her orders. “Leave your bra in the car, subby girl.”

  With Cole carrying a daypack, they walked up the pleasant trail, enjoying the ideal hiking conditions. “I want you to stay a few steps behind me. Listen carefully and obey all my commands.”

  After a few minutes he said, “I want to see your breasts now. Raise your T-shirt and keep it up as we hike. If you let it fall, you’ll be punished.”

  The idea of exposing herself in public to fulfill the orders of her master was extremely hot. As they hiked, she fell deeper into the familiar submissive headspace. “I’m the beautiful slavegirl, following my master on the trail to some distant land,” she thought to herself. An elaborate fantasy took shape in her mind as they hiked. In her fantasy, her body was perfect, something that she normally couldn’t perceive.