Submission in Seattle

by Jack Quaiz

The insistent tongue started with the inner labia and very, very slowly worked its way back to Jennifer’s unfairly treated clit. Monica was having a great time tormenting her girlfriend. Having Jennifer’s pretty cunt all to herself was like a dream come true, but her own orgasm was going to build soon and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could continue.

  Cole stroked Jennifer’s chest and gently pulled and pinched her nipples, which brought a nice reaction from the aroused woman. He made sure that she was looking his way before writing some more notes. He spoke as if to himself, “Grade three nipple response, very nice.”

  After about ten minutes, she was again building up to an orgasm. Cole let her get just a little bit closer than the last time before ordering Monica to apply the cold towel and bring the process to an icy halt. Jennifer screamed again, this time more in frustration than shock.

  The entire process was repeated a third time and Jennifer was begging for release. She was totally into her role as the slavegirl-in-training. “Please Sir, I have to come!” she cried.

  Cole answered in a firm voice, “You insolent slut! You’ve been doing well until now. Remember, you weren’t supposed to speak. You’ll have to be punished before we can proceed.”

  He picked up a light rattan cane, then pulled Jennifer’s shapely little hips another inch farther down, so that her ass was hanging completely off the padded table. “You’ll receive six strokes for disobedience. Don’t let it happen again.” The first stroke across her stretched buttocks burned like a hot poker applied to her sensual light brown skin. As he applied each stroke with equal force, she felt the pain spread through her entire pelvic area, then it slowly faded to a warm comforting sensation. She was a bit surprised to see that the warmth was rekindling her arousal.

  Cole noticed the increased wetness forming on her beautiful cunt lips. With her legs held so far open, there was no way she could hide it. “Now that we’ve taken care of that little business, you’ll be happy to know that your next test involves penetration by a man.”

  Jennifer immediately started breathing more deeply as she imagined what it would feel like. Monica had told her that Howard was large, but she remembered that she had been given no promise of sex. Perhaps this would be another one of their frustrating tricks to test her responses.

  Cole removed his pants and ordered, “get me hard, Monica.” He tried not to think of her as his lover and friend, but as a slave and Assistant Trainer. It did not take long to create a large erection. Monica’s oral talents were considerable and her extreme state of arousal lent an added urgency to her efforts.

  Jennifer was able to watch the process by turning her head and she was certainly impressed. The Trainer’s organ was of average length, but considerably thicker than any of the men she had been with before. She wondered if it would hurt. The thought made her shiver and lubricate even more. Her cunt seemed to be throbbing in anticipation.

  Monica tore open a foil packet and slid a condom onto her lover’s manhood. Her own cunt was dripping freely now as she thought about what Jennifer was obviously feeling. Sharing this kind of erotic game with a third person was proving to be very exciting and Monica hoped it would go on a long time.

  Cole stood at the end of the table between Jennifer’s widely separated legs. He allowed his stiff latex clad cock to lightly brush her labia, then slowly forced it into her tight passage. It was hard to tell if her natural lubrication would be enough. She was extremely tight and Cole suspected that she hadn’t had sex in a very long time. Eventually, he did reach full penetration and started stroking slowly in and out. Her swollen cunt lips seemed to grip his cock at the farthest point of withdrawal and pull it back inside. He was careful not to make contact with her clit. He didn’t want her coming just yet. His own orgasm was not far off, so after a minute or two of enjoying the tight pressure, he withdrew from her greedy little cunt mouth.

  Jennifer cried out at the unfairness of it all. Cole ordered Monica to stand between Jennifer’s legs and bend forward so he could enter her from behind. Stripping off the condom, he plunged into Monica’s well lubricated pussy. The stimulation of his naked cock was so good as he thrust in and out with his muscular hips that he knew he could only last a short time. Monica was bending forward with her mouth close to Jennifer’s breasts, so she began to lick and suck the already highly aroused nipples that were so conveniently presented to her. Cole reached around to squeeze Monica’s lovely tits, which combined with her already high level of arousal to trigger her climax causing her to breath in short, hard puffs and thrust her ass back against him. She was not even aware that she was biting and sucking Jennifer’s left breast.

  As Jennifer moaned in agonizing frustration, Cole felt himself spurt hot jism deep into his beloved Monica. He groaned and strained against her for what seemed like an eternity. As the overwhelming sensation faded, he collapsed forward and pinned Monica down with his hard cock still inside her. For a moment, they ignored Jennifer while they recovered from their intense orgasms.

  Slowly straightening up, they moved away and sank to the floor in each other’s arms. Lying on a black quilt and a pile of pillows, they held each other for a long time before they were ready to deal with Jennifer again. It had been one of the hottest sexual experiences of their entire relationship.

  After a time, they released Jennifer from bondage on the table and reminded her that she was still a slave-in-training until Noon tomorrow. “Perhaps if you’re a really good slave, we’ll let you come in the morning,” Monica teased.

  Although it was only nine o’clock, they decided to head for the master bedroom and make an early night of it. They were all completely naked, except that Cole still wore his black T-shirt. Before stumbling into bed, Cole and Monica put another set of wrist and ankle cuffs on Jennifer and ordered her to lie on the floor at the foot of their bed. They connected the two ankle cuffs to each other, then fastened the two wrist cuffs to a length of chain that was attached solidly to the lower corner of the elaborate modern bed frame.

  Jennifer was left bound and naked on the carpeted floor, feeling somewhat sorry for herself. They covered her with a thick soft blanket and climbed into the big bed. The snuggling went on for some time, interspersed with giggling and wrestling. At one point Monica said, “Maybe we should call her Kitten. She’s such a cute little pet.”

  Cole responded, “Kitten it is. Maybe the mysterious Mr. Toriuchi will let us keep her. In the morning, let’s make her come. If she’s good, that is.”

  Jennifer experienced an odd sensation. Instead of being angry or frustrated, she felt as if she belonged. It was pleasantly warm under the blanket and she drifted off to sleep feeling like someone truly cared for her and understood her need to serve. It was impossible to masturbate effectively without the use of her hands, so she decided to simply go to sleep. The possibility of an orgasm in the morning kept her aroused and she dreamed repeatedly of being taken by an assortment of strong, dominant men.

  Cole awakened first and got out of bed right away to head for the bathroom and see to his morning preparations. A hot shower worked wonders. When he was fully dressed, he woke Monica and waited until he was sure she was fully awake before he went off to fix breakfast.

  Monica waited a minute to collect her thoughts, then got out of bed and went directly to the sleeping Jennifer. “Wake up Kitten. You sexy little slave girl. You still belong to us for another four hours. Get up and come into the shower with me.”

  Monica unfastened the restraints and Jennifer reached up for a hug. They held each other for a minute, then Monica pulled her into the bathroom. Both women got into the large shower stall and Monica adjusted the water to a nice steaming temperature. She ordered Jennifer to perform the servant’s task of washing the Mistress. Jennifer loved soaping and fondling Monica’s breasts the most. They seemed so large and sexy compared to her own. When Monica was clean, she did the same for Jennifer, ordering her to assume various humiliating positions and not allowing her to move when her sensitiv
e parts were pinched and spanked.

  They were both terribly horny by the time they went into the kitchen where Cole had prepared perfect blueberry pancakes. Monica was wearing a red velvet robe and Jennifer was allowed only a pair of skimpy black panties to hide her shaved pubis. Everyone noticed that Jennifer’s nipples were hard in spite of the warm air in the house.

  Jennifer was ordered to sit at the table and her hands were restrained behind the chair. Cole and Monica took turns feeding her from their plates as if she were their special pet. Occasionally, when the urge struck, they would stroke her hair or breasts.

  After a satisfying breakfast, Monica and Cole retired to the living room while Jennifer silently took care of the breakfast dishes. She didn’t mind a bit. In fact, she relished the chance to serve in a useful way instead of simply soaking up erotic energy from her dominant playmates. When she was finished, she joined them in the living room, sitting down on the floor like a well-mannered puppy.

  Cole told Jennifer to kneel on the floor in front of him and he massaged the back of her neck rather forcefully with his right hand and reached around with his left to caress her breasts. This had the effect of intensifying her submissive feelings and in a few minutes, she was ready to do whatever he asked of her. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Monica had slipped her hand inside her robe and was apparently stroking herself surreptitiously.

  “Time to take our little pet into the dungeon. I think I know what she needs,” he said with a knowing smile. This was not a moment too soon for either of the women who were both feeling almost irritable from their intense sexual need.

  Cole placed a narrow leather collar on Jennifer’s small sensuous neck, then attached a leather leash and led her down to the dungeon with Monica following. He turned on the spotlights that illuminated the center part of the room and guided Jennifer under the lights. Unsnapping the leash from her collar, he moved back to look at her and plan his next move.

  “Place your hands on the back of your neck, keep your chin up and your eyes down,” he ordered. He studied her form, taking in the beautiful long hair and the delicate jawline which was nicely set off by the black collar. The strong lights accented her exotic features and petite, but nicely rounded figure. Monica moved against him and he could hear that she was already breathing a bit harder than she should be as she also studied their sexy friend.

  Jennifer felt like she was in a dream. She hadn’t spoken a word since the night before. The delicious torment of being stimulated, then forbidden to climax left her in an almost impenetrable mental haze. All her submissive fantasies seemed to lead up to this moment. Standing before her dominant friends in a collar and black panties seemed the most natural thing in the world. Her posture invited them to use her in any way that they wished.

  “Monica, go kneel in front of our little pet and pull down her panties very slowly.”

  Jennifer shivered when she heard the order. She was already looking down, past her own swollen nipples. She saw Monica take her assigned station before her and reach up to stroke the lovely dark skin above the black panties. Jennifer struggled to keep her hands on her neck as she felt the delicate fingers hook into the waistband and start the panties inexorably on their way down. She closed her eyes as the panties descended past her bare pubis and small, shapely bottom.

  Cole noticed that both women had their mouths open and their eyes closed. He simply waited and enjoyed the show as Monica slid the panties down ever so slowly. When the panties reached the floor. Monica said, “step out of them Kitten.” Then she placed a soft kiss just above Jennifer’s throbbing clitoris.

  He spoke in a deep, official sounding voice, “OK ladies, it’s time for our little slave-girl-in-training to undergo the final test. We need to determine how many orgasms she is capable of having. She needs to be blindfolded please, Monica. Then bring her over to the sling.”

  Jennifer could see the black leather sling attached to the ceiling in one corner of the room. The thought of being suspended there helplessly while she was used made the slick moisture gather on her delicate cuntlips which had been tingling insistently for hours. When the padded black leather blindfold was held in place by its elastic band, she was no longer sure who was touching her. Someone helped her onto the leather sling and lifted her legs so that leather cuffs could be placed around her ankles to keep her legs inalterably raised and spread as widely as possible.

  Cole placed a pair of leather cuffs on her wrists, then tenderly maneuvered her arms behind her back beneath the sling. When the cuffs were clipped together and attached to the underside of the sling for support, Jennifer had lost all freedom of movement. Her shaved pudenda was displayed in an obscenely open fashion. Anyone could see that her damp, quivering vagina was begging for penetration and release.

  At a nearby table, Monica was preparing the instruments of torture, or perhaps pleasure. Her own latex gloved hands were trembling slightly with arousal, but she completed her task swiftly. She brought a chair up to the sling, sat down and kissed Jennifer’s cunt as if to say hello. Then taking a small quantity of jelly-like lubricant, she delicately began a circular massage of Jennifer’s tight brown anus.

  Cole massaged Jennifer’s breasts and stroked her firm belly with his fingertips as he watched the intimate proceedings below. Jennifer was trembling and jerking slightly from the stimulation. If she had been capable of rational thought at this point, she would have felt a lubricated finger enter her virgin ass to prepare it for further invasion.

  After taking a long time with the lubrication, Monica guided a thin white vibrator with a small T-handle slowly into Jennifer’s bottom hole. A wire led to a battery box on the floor. Then she stood up and strapped on a double dildo that she had recently purchased. The two identical pink cocks were made of realistically stiff silicone. With one thick plastic cock lodged inside her and her hands shaking from the wanton lust, it was all she could do to unroll a condom on the artificial phallus that now protruded from her crotch at a realistic masculine angle. Monica felt her vaginal muscles beginning to squeeze the dildo in a rhythmic pattern. She had to take a deep breath and calm herself before turning her attention to Jennifer.

  Squatting before the helpless victim, Monica began to lick and nibble at Jennifer’s extremely sensitive labia. There was no shortage of natural lubrication. In fact, it was starting to flow everywhere. Cole moved to avoid a potential safety hazard by placing a thick towel on the hardwood floor below the sling.

  Within a few minutes the normally shy and reserved Jennifer was screaming to be fucked. So much for her slave training, Cole thought with a big grin. He noticed that Monica was not making contact with Jennifer’s clitoris and Jennifer was desperately trying to thrust her hips forward to find the stimulation she craved. Eventually, Monica gave in and thrust the big dildo slowly into Jennifer’s wide open cunt. Reaching out with her foot, Monica pressed the switch that activated the anal vibrator.

  Jennifer started coming immediately, with loud grunts and fierce muscular contractions that involved her entire body. Cole tried to count the orgasms, but it was a hopeless cause. Monica was able to keep thrusting the dildo into her little friend as she came herself in a long series of satisfying climaxes. When she could no longer stand up on her own, she reached up to grasp the two chains that supported the end of the sling and hung there, totally spent. Without the vigorous thrusting of the thick dildo, Jennifer’s amazing convulsive performance started to diminish.

  At that moment, Cole slipped a large bullet shaped vibrator from his pocket, switched it on and applied it directly to Jennifer’s swollen, but until now ignored, clitoris. Gasping for breath, she started climaxing again, almost shaking Monica loose from where she was hanging onto the chains. The double dildo she shared with Jennifer held her up by her cunt. Now Monica was on the receiving end of the powerful phallic thrusts and she was forced into another orgasm herself.

  Eventually, they managed to separate themselves and Cole unfastened Jennifer while
Monica lay face down on the floor, barely breathing. He lifted Jennifer’s light body and carried her over to the futon bed where he covered her with a blanket. He managed to slide a pillow under Monica’s head and cover her with a quilt before slipping out of the room.

  It was over two hours before the women staggered upstairs, wrapped in robes, to find Cole typing intently at his computer. He looked up grinning from ear to ear, “Scene’s over ladies. Everyone’s back in normal headspace I hope. Any ill effects?”

  They were obviously in good condition, because they proceeded to hug and kiss him without mercy. “Howard! How do you manage to do that to us?” Monica exclaimed.

  “I don’t think I’ll need sex for a month,” observed Jennifer. Then she added with a shy smile, “Can we do this again?”

  “Sure, Kitten,” Cole said. “You’re our little pet now. I’m sure we can arrange something when everyone is in the mood again.”

  The two women went off to the living room to chat about their experience and what they wanted to do next time. Jennifer admitted her feeling of envy that Monica had found the perfect dominant man for herself. She knew that she would never be that lucky. At noon, they all got into the Mercedes and took Jennifer home. She stood on the sidewalk for a long time, waving as they disappeared into the heart of Seattle.