Submission in Seattle

by Jack Quaiz

  Jennifer noticed Cole return from his mysterious errand, making his way through a crowd of curious onlookers that now numbered at least forty people. There were only one or two familiar faces that she recognized from meetings of the BDSM club. The rest were total strangers and she would soon be exposed before them. She had agreed to be sold to the highest bidder in an auction for a local AIDs charity, but she still did not understand how Cole could be certain that the successful buyer would be her email friend, Jason.

  She wished now that she had asked Cole and Monica for more specific details. Unfortunately, there was no way she could back out now without great loss of face. Even if she could find a graceful way to escape, her submissive mind set at this moment would not permit it.

  Cole stood in front of the table and faced the crowd. “Ladies, Gentlemen and Others, as you may have heard, we are conducting a slave auction tonight. Payment will only be accepted in the form of gold coins, so those of you who are not carrying any gold this evening will not be allowed to bid.”

  He motioned toward the two women on the table. “May I present my lovely assistant Mistress Monica?” Monica simply nodded her head in a serious manner and began running her hands along Jennifer’s shiny black hair. This displayed the beautiful hair to the crowd while simultaneously having a calming effect on the nervous Jennifer.

  “And of course, our lovely offering, who is known simply as Number Fourteen. Since her capture three months ago, she has been partially trained by experts in the field. She will not be permitted to speak during the auction. Whoever buys her will have a very lovely slave for as long as they wish to keep her.”

  A few people standing in the rear chanted briefly, “Fourteen, Fourteen, Fourteen.”

  “Who would like to start the bidding?”

  A mild mannered gentleman with a large belly and gray beard shouted, “I bid one gold coin!”, he held up one of the gilded chocolate coins.

  “Thank you, Tom,” said Cole, pointing his finger at Jennifer. Monica saw the hand signal from Cole and unfastened the lowest button on Jennifer’s black trench coat.

  In the front row of the crowd, a muscular woman with a crew cut, wearing a tuxedo, held up her hand and announced, “I bid two gold coins!” Monica unfastened the next button.

  The three remaining buttons surrendered one by one as the bids climbed higher. Then a slim woman with waist length black hair, wearing a mesh body suit called out, “I’ll bid six gold coins if we can see what she looks like under that coat.”

  Jennifer closed her eyes and shivered in anticipation for a few seconds before Monica finally pulled away the long coat with a matador’s flourish. Cole had moved over to the wall, where he held in his hand the heavy cord that led up to the eyebolt in the ceiling. Pulling on the cord caused Jennifer’s hands to be hoisted up above her head, nicely displaying her petite body clad only in red shoes, black bra and panties. Below her deeply defined ribs, on her concave, light brown stomach, in black letters three inches tall, was the inscription “14”.

  The crowd seemed nearly out of control as some applauded, some whistled and others began fondling themselves or their partners. Jennifer opened her eyes and searched the crowd desperately for anyone who met the description of Jason. Things did not seem to be going quite the way she had imagined. They are taking this a bit too seriously, she thought. The rough animal energy of the crowd added to her own nervous exhilaration.

  When the bid reached eight gold coins, Monica started snipping Jennifer’s bra straps with a large pair of scissors. At ten, the bra was pulled away to reveal her delicate little breasts with nipples already hard from the almost unbearable excitement.

  The crowd quieted a bit as a man stepped forward. He simply looked at Jennifer and said nothing. She realized that the handsome face, long silver hair and black leather outfit could only belong to Jason. She found him so attractive that she immediately felt a strong heat inside her slender body. There was a rush of weakness and she had to let the wrists cuffs take part of her weight for a moment.

  Monica chose that instant to begin planting several firm slaps on Jennifer’s shapely buttocks, which were almost completely exposed by her high cut panties. The sharp cracks of hard palm meeting firm ass startled the crowd and they were briefly quiet.

  Cole looked over the crowd and said, “I think it would be worth eleven gold coins just to see what Number Fourteen looks like without those sexy black panties, don’t you?”

  Jennifer stared directly at Jason and stood up as straight as she could while thrusting out her breasts and cocking her hips at a sexy angle. She was worried by his lack of bidding and thought that perhaps something had gone wrong. If the bidding went no higher, she would go to the last bidder, who was the muscular woman with short hair. Jennifer felt a rush of hope when she noticed that the woman had unwrapped one of her gold coins and was eating the chocolate. She must not be a serious bidder after all. In fact, the coins weren’t even real! Howard must have arranged this whole thing, she thought.

  Jason looked at Cole and said in an actor’s stage voice, “I have fifteen gold coins. Expose the wench completely and I’ll consider raising the bid to fifteen.” The audience was totally silent.

  Monica put her hands on Jennifer’s hips from behind and slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the black panties. She slowly slid them down about two inches over Jennifer’s rounded hips, then suddenly jerked them down all the way to Jennifer’s ankles, revealing her nicely regrown pubic triangle.

  The crowd erupted in shouts and whistles, then calmed down after a minute to allow Jason to speak. “I bid fifteen gold coins!”

  Since Cole had handed out the coins, he knew that nobody could outbid Jason and he shouted, “Sold, for fifteen gold coins, to the gentleman in leather. Please step forward and claim your property, Sir.”

  Monica unfastened Jennifer’s wrists and helped her off the table where Jason took her in his arms. He pulled her head back by gripping her long black hair so that she was looking up at him and kissed her on the lips. Some form of non-verbal communication passed between them and they walked together out of the room to find some privacy.

  Handfuls of gold coins were tossed in the air and the crowd dissolved in a chocolate eating frenzy, leaving Cole and Monica sitting on chairs together at the edge of the nearly empty room. Cole was obviously quite happy about how things had worked out, but Monica seemed lost in serious thought. Seeing Jennifer and several other party guests enjoying their submissiveness reminded her that there was an aching gap in her life. Dressing up as a dominant had been fun, but she knew that her real joy and fulfillment came from submission.

  She looked up after a few minutes to see a familiar couple enter the large room. It was Michael and dina. They laid out their kinky toys next to a cage of vertical steel bars that was just big enough for one person to stand in. Monica was certain that it was the same cage she had been locked into at the earlier party. The memory of her intense submission caused a strange feeling to develop within her.

  Monica could see that the petite woman, dina, was dressed in a skimpy slave costume. It was apparently supposed to look like rags, but was actually put together with rather expensive red, black and gold silk scarves. Monica could hear the woman addressing her partner as “Master”.

  Something about the couple caused Monica to stay and watch when Cole excused himself to find the refreshments. She moved a bit closer to them and observed the play. Michael placed his subby partner in the cage and began poking her with various implements. The cage was pressed so tightly against her that she couldn’t move, especially after her master slid padded rods through the bars to immobilize her limbs. He pulled away the costume, leaving her naked and revealing a tattoo across the top of her buttocks that read “SLAVE”. The slave girl could be heard saying “Please, Master!” and “I promise to be good Master!”

  Michael tortured and teased dina for a long time, which was not at all unusual at a BDSM play party. What Monica noticed howev
er, was the loving energy that passed between the couple. She could tell that he would never hurt his little slavegirl. Well, Monica thought with a happy grin, not unless she needed it.

  As Monica continued to watch, she started smiling and a feeling of elation crept over her along with a sudden attack of goose bumps when the hair on her arms and neck tried to stand up. She realized what was happening just as Cole returned and sat down next to her.

  “You look like you just saw a ghost. Here, have one of Margaret’s truffles.” He handed her a round topped lump of chocolate about an inch and a half in diameter.

  She bit through the thick chocolate coating into the rich bittersweet center that tasted distinctly of Grand Marnier. The delicious intensity of the taste was a surprise and she felt like she was being rewarded for the decision she had just made.

  “Master, I need to tell you something,” she said in a low, sexy voice.

  Cole’s attention was immediate. He knew what that voice meant. “What’s on your mind, dear heart?”

  She held his arm with a strong grip, “I think I’m subby again, Sir. In fact I’m sure of it. When can we go home?”

  “Well, I just checked on Jason and Jennifer. He’s taking her home tonight.” He paused, “Let’s leave right now.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Monica clung to Cole’s arm as they drove home. Once in the bedroom, they undressed quickly, leaving their party clothes in heaps on the carpeted floor. They slid under the warm covers and held each other for a while to replace the winter chill with sensual body heat. Cole was planting delicate kisses down her lovely spine, when she decided it was time to speak up.

  “Master, I know what I need now.”

  “I think I do too, Little One. Are you thinking the same thing I am?”

  “Yes, Sir. I desperately need to be spanked and fucked in the ass.” Simply saying the words gave her a powerful erotic thrill.

  “That’s almost exactly what I had in mind. There’s just one other thing you need -- an enema.”

  “Master, I’ve never had one of those before,” she whined in a little girl voice.

  He responded in his deep, dominant tone, “Well, you’ve never been fucked in the ass before, have you? There’s a first time for everything. Come with me into the bathroom.”

  Cole placed a thick towel on the floor of the bathtub. Monica was now naked and he ordered her to kneel on the towel, then bend over with her bottom held high. She held that position for what seemed like hours while he pulled various items from the cabinets and assembled an enema apparatus. Looking over toward the sink, she watched as he added a bit of mild soap to enhance the cleansing effect.

  She was trembling and breathing in fast, shallow little breaths as he approached her with the swollen red rubber bag. She seemed to be frozen in the undignified position, on all fours with her ass in the air for her Master to control.

  “Spread those gorgeous legs for me, slut girl. You know you need this.”

  He placed a small dollop of cool lubricant gel on the pretty rosebud of her anus and slowly worked it in with one finger. When her opening had relaxed enough to easily admit the finger, her reached for the white enema nozzle on the end of the long rubber tube. The nozzle slid smoothly inside her to the full extent of its four inch length. He held the bag above her beautiful hips and released the valve on the rubber tube.

  Monica groaned as she experienced the strange sensation of being filled with warm water. After she had taken a bit over a quart of liquid, he shut the valve and slowly removed the nozzle.

  “Hold your water now, Little One. Let me know if you have a problem.”

  She held her position for another five minutes, clenching her bottom cheeks frantically before the urge to expel the water became unbearable. “Master, I have to go NOW!” He allowed her to sit on the toilet, but she was quite humiliated when he simply stood there and watched. For a moment she wasn’t sure if she would be able to release the mounting pressure, but eventually nature took its course with a loud, embarrassing noise.

  She was even more humiliated when he ordered her back into the bathtub for a second enema. This time, while she crouched on all fours with her belly full of warm water, he fondled her breasts and clit until she begged for his permission to leap onto the toilet.

  Leaving her to sit there for a minute, he turned on the shower and stepped into the tub. She joined him soon and he supervised her soaping and rinsing until he was satisfied that she was as clean as a princess. Then he ordered her to kneel and wash his hardening phallus. After a thorough rinse, she tested her ability to take him deep into her throat, thinking all the while of the special place that the rigid organ would be invading soon.

  Monica stepped out of the tub first to towel her thoroughly dampened long hair and twist it into a compact shape that would not interfere with her duties. When her master stepped out of the shower to join her, she had his large towel ready.

  Moving to the large bed, she was placed face down while he secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed frame using ropes with soft leather cuffs for safety. By the time he finished stroking her smoothly shaved genitals, she was pulling hard at the bonds that held her captive. He massaged her back and the large muscles in her buttocks for several minutes, then returned to her quivering nether lips and inserted two fingers inside her slippery wet vagina. When he sensed her orgasm building, he withdrew the tantalizing fingers and began to spank her firmly muscled buttocks.

  It certainly wasn’t the hardest spanking he’d ever given her, but it might have been the most sensual. He spanked in a slow rhythm, making sure to cover her every square inch of spankable surface. There was just enough light in the room for him to watch the progress of the light red blush across her soft, warm skin.

  She could have taken a lot more, but he decided it was time to move on. Straddling her glowing hips, he reached forward to massage her back. His erect organ slid back and forth in the crevice of her perfect ass and seemed to soak up the heat from the spanking. He wanted her to be relaxed, so he pressed his fingers into the strong muscles above her shoulder blades and worked out the tension. As he ran his fingers along the muscles he could feel a slight crackling sensation that told him she had been lifting weights.

  When she was completely limp and pliable, he turned his attention to her sensitive anal bud.

  Using a large quantity of the jelly-like lubricant, he gradually worked first one finger, then two into her tight rear orifice. The spanking and massage had paid off nicely. Her sphincter was relaxing easily and Monica was feeling more submissive than she could ever remember. Giving up control of her most private and delicate opening created a tangible aura of submission of such great depth that she knew she would do anything for her beloved master.

  “Relax now, Little One,” he said as he stroked his rampant manhood with more of the slippery gel.

  “It will probably hurt some at first, but I want you to relax and keep breathing. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master. I’m so desperate to please you now. I’m ready for you to take my virginity,” she pleaded. “I feel guilty for receiving so much pleasure without giving!”

  Positioning himself between her widespread legs, he placed his well lubricated shaft at her inexperienced entrance. Pushing gently, he felt the head of his cock slip rather easily past her sphincter. “How are you doing Little One?”

  “I’m fine, Master. It hurts, but it feels good too. I can’t describe it. Please use me, Master!”

  With that, he began thrusting slowly inside the clean, lubricated passage. He knew that some women enjoyed having their G-spot stimulated through the rectum, so he made sure the large head of his organ pressed firmly against the likely pleasure area. As he felt the warmth and pressure inside her, he could also feel the special emotional satisfaction that he got from dominating a worthy partner.

  The strong muscles in Monica’s arms and legs began to contract involuntarily as she strained against the leather c
uffs. Cole could feel an orgasm building up in his tight testicles. The slight burning sensation was working its way up the urethra inside his rock hard cock. He wanted to hold back a little longer, but Monica suddenly started screaming and bucking as her own orgasm began. The contractions of her sphincter seemed to suck his organ deeper into her body just as the pre-orgasmic sensation reached the end of his shaft.

  Cole’s world exploded in a blinding flash of light and uncontrollable thrusting of his hips. The relentless stimulation combined with his dominant mind set caused the orgasm to go on forever.