Submission Therapy

by Anna Cundell

  ‘You love it, don’t you?’ Anouska teased.

  ‘Yes, mistress, I do.’ There was no point lying. Every muscle in her body was expressing her desire.

  Anouska tweaked one of Clare’s nipples. The pain turned to pleasure instantaneously and travelled down to her pussy where it was converted into a spasm deep in her vagina.

  ‘Please…’ she said, looking into Anouska’s eyes, willing her to allow this not to be a game of tease.

  ‘You’re so perfect you’re turning me on,’ she said. The smile had gone, and what Clare saw in her eyes now was lust. She pulled off the panties and undid the buckles and laces of the corset until it fell away and she was naked but for PVC stockings and boots. Then she leant down and kissed Clare passionately, her breasts crushing against Clare’s.

  ‘Get that G-string off and fuck me,’ she said, glancing over her shoulder at Bill. He did not need to be asked twice. Like Ben his cock and balls were covered in a strange condom. He grabbed Anouska’s hips and thrust his cock into her sex so forcefully she grunted and rocked forward a little.

  ‘Yes…’ she encouraged, as Clare saw him grinding in and out of her.

  Anouska adjusted her position so one of her breasts slid up over Clare’s face. ‘Suck it,’ she commanded unequivocally.

  Clare attempted to catch the nipple between her lips, but her own climax was approaching so fast that this new stimulation, the wonderful feeling of Anouska’s pliant breast against her face, was making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else. Desperately she tried to fight off the huge waves that threatened to engulf her and searched for the hard bud with her lips.

  She found it and Anouska gasped, but at exactly that moment her orgasm erupted as Ben’s cock embedded itself deep within her and remained there. And just before her orgasm engulfed her completely and wiped away her awareness of everything else, Clare felt the brunette tremble and gasp with the same ecstasy. But then she closed her eyes and felt herself falling into a deep dark pit of sensual pleasure that was all her own.

  Chapter Seven

  The dress fitted Clare perfectly. It moulded itself to the contours of her body like a second skin. It was the deepest blue and shimmered as it caught the light. The neckline was asymmetrical, with one shoulder strap crossing her chest and though the skirt was long it had a slit up one side almost to her hip. When she moved the skirt parted to reveal champagne-coloured stockings supported by dark blue suspenders.

  Her underwear consisted of a lacy suspender belt and a matching strapless bra and panties that were cut high on the hip and provided no more than a string of material between her buttocks. Her shoes were dark blue too, and though they had a high heel they were not as tall as the pair she’d been made to wear earlier in the day.

  Anouska stepped back and examined Clare’s face critically. She applied a little more blusher with a soft make-up brush then opened the door.

  ‘All right, you know what to do with her,’ she said to Bill, who was waiting in the corridor, and then she swept out.

  ‘Well, don’t you look something,’ Bill said, as soon as it was clear Anouska was out of earshot. He was holding a familiar pair of white leather cuffs. ‘Put your hands behind your back, sweetie.’

  Clare turned around and presented him with her hands pressed together at her back. He buckled on the cuffs then fitted a collar around her throat. It was decorated with metal studs and had a large ring attached just under her chin. His hands snaked around her body and cupped her breasts, squeezing them tightly.

  ‘You’re a real looker, sweetie,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘We’ve had lots of girls pass through here from that kinky husband of hers, but you’re something very special.’ One hand crept down over the sheen of the material to her belly, and then lewdly pressed between her thighs, making her gasp.

  She twisted out of his grasp. ‘Leave me alone,’ she said.

  ‘We’ve got an hour to kill, so I think it’s time we got a little more friendly.’ He pressed her back against the wall and tried to kiss her, but she wriggled out of the way.

  ‘No,’ she said.

  His hand found the slit of the skirt and slid up under her buttocks. She felt his fingertips pushing aside the crotch of the panties.

  ‘Get off me,’ she said.

  ‘Come on, you love it. I saw what you’re like this afternoon, remember?’

  ‘You touch me again and I’m going to tell Mrs Hammer,’ Clare said defiantly. She was sure she had no obligation to have anything to do with the two men unless Anouska ordered it.

  ‘You little bitch,’ Bill said. She could see he was hesitating, and his hand fell away.

  ‘Yes, but I’m not your little bitch,’ Clare said defiantly. It felt strange to be speaking without waiting to be prompted but she was glad she’d stuck up for herself. If Anouska found her doing something with Bill she had not approved, she would get the blame as much as him and she definitely didn’t want that.

  ‘I’ll see you later,’ he said, stomping out and slamming the door.

  Clare breathed a sigh of relief. From what she’d heard that afternoon Bill had already been punished for some infringement by being beaten, and she was quite sure he was capable of breaking whatever rules prevailed in the house. She did not want to suffer the same fate, let alone have Dr Hammer told that she’d been disobedient.

  She sat on the bed and waited. She had no idea what was in store for her but Anouska would not have taken the trouble to dress her in such a provocative way if she didn’t have something special in mind. And whatever it might be, she was ready for it. Despite the shattering orgasms she’d experienced that afternoon her body was far from replete. She guessed it was because she had nothing else to think about but sex, but whatever the reason her sexual appetite seemed to know no bounds.

  Some time later the key turned in the lock and Bill entered again. He was sullen and did not look her in the eye.

  ‘Come with me before I do something I regret,’ he said, glowering. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her across the room and out of the door.

  They walked down two flights of stairs to the ground floor. Clare heard voices, then Bill ushered her into a room.

  It was large and plush, decorated in shades of beige and yellow, with large cream sofas and rugs. There was a log fire in a modernistic stainless steel grate, and some startling modern oil paintings, all of them without exception representations, some strongly impressionistic and others with almost photo-realistic detail, of the female form. There were pictures of the whole woman and others where only the buttocks, legs, ankles, breasts or even the vulva featured. Similarly some were fully clothed while others wore lingerie and still others were nude.

  There were about thirty people in the room. They stood drinking champagne and eating tiny canapés from a silver platter which Ben circulated. With the exception of Bill and Ben, who wore their usual rubber G-strings, all the men in the room were fully dressed, mostly in lounge suits. But that could not be said of the women. One or two wore full evening dresses, creations in tulle, silk and chiffon, though they were designed to leave their breasts or buttocks or legs veiled rather than covered. The rest were more outlandish. Some wore lingerie, tight satin basque with quarter-cup bras or lacy high-cut bodies, or panties, bras, and suspender belts in PVC, leather or rubber. There were hold-up stockings with lacy welts or stockings pulled to peaks on their thighs by taut suspenders. The only common fact was all the women wore high heels.

  Bill led Clare through the crowd to Anouska. She was standing by the fireplace with Gulliver. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight black leather trousers, black suede ankle boots and nothing else, her breasts dusted with a fine coat of glitter, her nipples heavily rouged.

  ‘Ladies and gentleman, it’s that time of the evening,’ Anouska announced. ‘And this is our newest recruit.’

 
; There was a spattering of applause, as Anouska turned Clare to face the crowd. She picked up a remote control and pointed it towards a large plasma screen, hung, like one of the paintings, on the wall. The people turned towards it, and immediately a picture appeared. Clare was lying strapped tightly on a narrow board. Her legs, sheathed in black stockings, were spread wide apart and doubled back over her body, her sex rendered vulnerable.

  Clare felt herself blush and the crowd murmured their approval. She watched with appalled fascination as the camera closed in on her sex.

  ‘So this is our prize this evening, ladies and gentleman,’ Anouska said. ‘I think you’ll agree, one of the most beautiful slaves we’ve had for some time.’

  On screen she watched as Anouska slid her fingers into her sex. Then, as if from above, she saw her own face contort with pleasure, a view taken from the camera they’d mounted on the wall.

  ‘For the benefit of the newcomers amongst you, let me explain. As usual you were all given a number on your way in this evening. If it matches the one I’m going to draw out, then Clare here is your prize.’ She took a black velvet bag from a shelf and held it up. She shook it and Clare heard the rather hollow sound of wooden balls knocking against each other. Anouska gave the bag to a female guest, one of the women in evening dress, the transparent tulle skirt revealing her legs and black panties, who apparently knew what to do. She held it at shoulder height while Anouska reached into it and extracted a single ball.

  ‘Who has number eleven?’ she asked clearly.

  ‘Me, it’s me.’ A woman in the middle of the room waved a circular chip imprinted with the number eleven. She was a redhead, her hair falling in thick curls to her shoulder. She was wearing a leopard skin bustier, laced down the front with black ribbon and tapering to a point just above her navel. A pair of panties, no more than a triangle of matching material, covered her mons. She had a narrow waist and full hips. Her elbow-length leather gloves and calf-length boots were also printed in the same pattern.

  As she weaved forward Clare thought she saw Gulliver give Anouska a disgruntled look and Anouska, in turn, shrugged, as if to say it was out of her control.

  ‘This is so exciting, all the times I’ve been coming here I’ve never won before,’ the redhead beamed. Clare guessed she was in her early thirties. She had large green eyes that were examining her with more than casual interest.

  ‘Well, there’s your prize, Lisa.’ Anouska took a silver leash and clipped it to the ring on the collar under Clare’s chin. ‘You’re allowed to share her with your partner, or have her on your own.’

  A slender man had followed Lisa to the front of the room. He had a sallow complexion and had already lost most of his hair, and the leer on his face indicated that he clearly shared Lisa’s enthusiasm for Clare.

  ‘Oh, I think Jake can make himself useful,’ Lisa declared.

  ‘Very well,’ said Anouska. ‘She’ll do anything you want. But remember the rules.’

  That phrase again. Clare still had no idea what it implied.

  The losing guests now lost interest in the contest, but the view on the screen clearly had an effect on them. Clare saw a woman peeling down the lacy French knickers she was wearing, bending over the back of an armchair and spreading her legs apart to reveal her sex. A short, rather plump man, still fully clothed but with a large erection poking through the flies of his trousers, gripped her by the haunches and lunged his cock into her, making her moan. To their right two men were stripping off their clothes, helped by a woman dressed in a lacy white basque and white stockings and panties. When the men were naked one lay on the carpet and the woman straddled him, pulled the crotch of the panties aside and guiding his cock into her sex. The second man then crouched behind them guiding his cock to her anus. A small group of guests gathered around to watch as he plunged forward, the woman’s cry of discomfort and unmistakable pleasure drawing everyone’s attention for a moment.

  The spectacle made Clare’s sphincter spasm. The sensation immediately travelled to her clit and she felt a surge of pleasure.

  ‘Where do we go?’ Lisa asked, taking the leash in her hand.

  ‘First floor, on the right,’ Anouska told her. ‘There’s a green door.’

  Lisa tugged on the leash and set off across the room. Two women had stripped off their panties and sunk onto one of the sofas, their mouths pressed to each other’s sexes, their heads moving up and down as they tongued each other energetically.

  Lisa led the way up the stairs to the first floor.

  ‘Over here,’ Jake said, pointing at a door padded in green leather. Lisa opened it and they went inside.

  The room was decorated normally enough with a deep green carpet, flowery curtains at the window and a light green wallpaper with a floral motif. There was a large walnut armoire and a bow fronted walnut chest of drawers against one wall, and a big double bed against the other. The bed had large posts at each corner, screwed to each of which just above the mattress was a chain clipped to a metal ring. The mattress was covered with a single white sheet and two pillows. In the middle of the room there was a vertical metal frame with chains attached to each corner.

  ‘Anouska thinks of everything,’ Lisa said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

  Stripping off her gloves she opened the doors of the armoire and Clare could see a rack of garments in leather and rubber. Lisa opened the drawers underneath. They were full of lingerie in satin, silk and lace, placed according to size. There were packets of stockings too.

  ‘Look at that,’ the man said. He had opened the top drawer of the chest of drawers. It contained a selection of tawses, whips and canes. The next two drawers were filled with bondage equipment, the familiar leather harnesses, gags, helmets and blindfolds.

  ‘Here, put these on her ankles and we’ll tie her to the frame,’ Lisa said, selecting two pairs of black leather cuffs. Jake took Clare over to the frame then knelt at her feet and wrapped the cuffs around her ankles.

  ‘She’s gorgeous,’ he said.

  ‘Can you imagine wanting to be a slave like this?’ Lisa said, standing in front of her. ‘Completely submissive and compliant.’

  ‘No, I can’t,’ Jake said.

  ‘Oh, I can. Just there to be used. Oh yes, I can see the attraction of that.’ Clare saw a shudder run through her body. She trailed her hand down the silky material of the dress. ‘Unzip her.’

  Jake unzipped the dress then pulled the single strap off her shoulder. Lisa then eased the dress down until it fell in a pool at her feet. Then she lowered the tiny panties until they joined the dress around Clare’s feet.

  ‘Step out of them,’ she ordered.

  ‘Is she allowed to talk?’

  ‘Only when she’s spoken to, isn’t that right, slave?’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’ She hadn’t been addressed in that way before, but it excited her. It was after all what she was and what she wanted to be.

  ‘Come on, use the chains,’ Lisa said. She buckled the second pair of cuffs around Clare’s wrists, and then lifted her arms above her head, using the snap-hooks on the cuffs to clip them to the chain hanging from the top corner of the frame so her arms were stretched up and out. Meanwhile Jake spread Clare’s ankles and clipped them to each bottom corner, her feet almost touching the sides of the frame, parting her legs as far as they would go. This had the effect of reducing her height and stretching her arms even tighter over her head, and Clare felt a surge of secret excitement.

  Lisa took hold of the cups of Clare’s bra and carefully folded them down under her breasts leaving them exposed but still supported. She tweaked both her nipples then ran her hand down over her hips to her thigh. She pushed up between her legs, letting her fingers part Clare’s labia. Clare felt her own wetness. The redhead slipped her free arm around Clare’s waist and kissed her deeply on the lips, and as she wormed
her tongue into her mouth she forced two fingers deep into her vagina, the double penetration making Clare shudder.

  Wanting to respond, Clare pressed her tongue against Lisa’s, twining them together and trying to clench her vagina around her fingers.

  Lisa pulled away. ‘You can tell she loves it, she’s so wet,’ she said huskily.

  ‘What are you going to do now?’ Jake asked.

  ‘You’ll see.’ The redhead picked a riding-crop with a long braided handle from the chest of drawers. ‘You know that the secret of a whipping is never to let the person know when the next stroke is coming,’ she said to her partner.

  ‘I didn’t know you were into that.’

  ‘I watched Anouska. She’s an expert. When she whips someone it’s like an art form.’ Lisa walked behind Clare’s spread-eagled body. She stroked the rounded curves of her buttocks, divided by the thin blue strap of the panties, smoothing against them tenderly. ‘Lovely bottom,’ she said, then pressed her mouth to Clare’s ear, her breath hot and moist. ‘I’ve always wanted to do this,’ she whispered.

  Thwack!

  It was a complete surprise for Clare, making her gasp. A line of fire burned across both cheeks of her bottom. But instead of the first stroke being followed by a second she felt the flat loop at the tip of the crop touching the nape of her neck, then sliding down her spine.

  It withdrew. She waited. Lisa was right. Not knowing when the next stroke was coming made the anticipation much worse. She strained her head to see behind her but with her arms stretched so tautly it was impossible to turn her head enough. She listened, hoping to hear Lisa raise her arm.

  Thwack!

  The second stroke was much harder and she gasped. Two stripes of fire now burnt across her buttocks. She tried to wriggle her bottom to fan air across them.

  She could hear Lisa pacing to and fro behind her, but could not tell when the next stroke was coming. Her whole body was tense.