Submission Therapy

by Anna Cundell

  Thwack!

  This time she screamed. The pain was intense.

  Thwack!

  Her buttocks felt as if they were on fire. But suddenly the tongues of flame from the four lashes seemed to turn inward, routed directly to her sex. She felt her vagina and her clit convulse and a surge of the most extraordinary pleasure flooded her. She writhed in her bondage, the feeling of being so tightly restrained adding to her arousal.

  ‘Look at her, she loves it,’ Jake said.

  Lisa walked around in front of her. She ran her hand down into her own panties and Clare could see her fingers stretching the material as they rubbed her clit. ‘Let’s see how she likes this,’ she said.

  She placed the flat loop of the crop against Clare’s right nipple. Clare looked down at it, her breasts neatly framed and supported by the bra. This time she knew what was coming and when. She saw Lisa raise the whip then slap it down hard. Almost before the pain had time to register the redhead did it again, and again. Then she took a step forward and lowered her head, sucking the tortured nipple into her mouth and coating it with saliva and licking it with her tongue. The combination of the pain and the soothing balm of Lisa’s saliva was delicious.

  Lisa stepped back and lay the tip of the whip against her left nipple. Clare braced herself as she saw the whip lift, then slash down. After three strokes Lisa tongued the taut bud again, making Clare moan loudly, feeling increasingly needy.

  Lisa stepped back again. She pulled aside Clare’s panties, and her thighs were spread apart so far that her labia had parted and her already swollen clitoris was exposed. Lisa laid the flat loop of the whip against it.

  ‘No…’ Clare breathed, shaking her head.

  ‘Oh yes, this is what you want.’

  ‘You can’t whip her there,’ Jake said.

  ‘No? Just watch me.’ Lisa held Clare’s eyes, looking at her steadily, clearly wanting to feed off her reactions. She began to flick the whip back and forth rapidly, like beating a rhythm on a drum. The pain was intense but was so interlaced with a deep pleasure that Clare could not tell which was the most persuasive. But it soon became clear; as the loop of leather continued to beat her clitoris the pleasure expanded outward, joining with the tingling sensations coursing through her hard nipples. It created the profound regular throbbing that was always the precursor to an orgasm, and in seconds it was upon her. The fact that she was tied so tightly, that practically every muscle in her body was stretched to the limit, made her orgasm even more intense, like a violin string tightened to the point of snapping.

  It took a moment for her to regain her senses, but when she did Jake was kneeling to unclip her ankle cuffs from the metal frame.

  ‘Bring her over to the bed,’ Lisa said. She had peeled off the bustier and was skimming her panties down her legs. She began to stroke her sex, while teasing her nipples with her other hand.

  Jake was naked now and his cock erect. He quickly unclipped Clare’s wrists and she lowered her arms. The relief in her muscles joined the tingling aftermath of her orgasm to give her yet another shudder of pleasure.

  ‘Lie on your back,’ Lisa ordered.

  Clare obeyed. The white sheet felt deliciously cool against her reddened buttocks. She squirmed over to the middle, enjoying the sensation.

  Lisa knelt on the bed and pulled Clare’s panties down her legs. ‘Get her tied down,’ she said. She took one of Clare’s wrists, pulling it to the top corner of the bed and clipping it into the length of chain. Within seconds Clare was spread-eagled and stretched across the bed just as she had been on the vertical frame. The suspenders holding up her stockings were stretched too, the stocking tops pulled taut on her creamy thighs.

  ‘What about me?’ Jake said, staring down at Clare’s body.

  ‘Your turn will come, if you’re good. But this is my prize, remember?’

  Lisa got to her feet again. She opened the drawer of one of the bedside chests and peered inside. ‘Well, well, what have we here?’

  She pulled out a plastic dildo, which was at least eighteen inches long with a glans at each end. Lisa got back on the bed and knelt between Clare’s outstretched legs, leant forward, took one end of the dildo and nudged it against the mouth of Clare’s vagina. Clare moaned. Lisa let the moulded glans slide to Clare’s clitoris and rubbed against it for a moment. The plastic quickly took on the warmth of her body and Clare found herself wallowing in familiar sensations, a profound pulse deep in her sex. Her body seemed insatiable. If Lisa continued to rub the dildo against her like that it would not be long before she climaxed.

  But Lisa had other plans. After a few minutes of teasing she directed the dildo down again, nosed it into the mouth of Clare’s vagina and thrust it inside. Clare’s sex was so wet there was no friction and the dildo sank deep. She raised her head to see what Lisa was doing. Holding the dildo firmly with one hand the redhead was manoeuvring herself so that one leg was under Clare’s right thigh and the other spread across her belly, so that their sexes were only inches apart. While she watched she saw her take the other end of the dildo and force it into her own vagina, pushing down until it disappeared. The two were then joined, with only an inch or two of the dildo separating them, and she began thrusting her hips as if she was a man fucking Clare with a cock. ‘Oh…’ she groaned.

  Clare let her head fall back, wallowing in the wonderful feelings the dildo was producing. As Lisa thrust harder, both ends of the dildo sank deeper and Clare felt her clitoris touching another tiny knot of flesh. Artfully Lisa rolled her hips so that their clitorises ground against each other. It was like nothing Clare had ever experienced before.

  ‘Oh please, please…’ she gasped.

  Lisa managed to roll her hips and undulate them at the same time so that not only was her clit rubbing against Clare’s but the dildo was fucking her too. The extraordinary thing was that through the waves of sensation assailing her own body, taking her closer and closer to an orgasm, she could feel Lisa’s own excitement almost as vividly as she could feel her own. Not only could she feel her clitoris throbbing wildly but the double dildo communicated all the shudders and tremors that were coursing through her vagina.

  ‘Come on, then,’ Lisa said, her voice distorted by passion. ‘You want to have your turn.’

  Jake was standing by the bed, staring down at them, his erection in his hand. There was a tear of fluid at its tip. ‘What do you want me to do?’ he asked huskily.

  ‘Masturbate for me,’ Lisa told him. ‘I want to see your spunk. Spunk over us.’

  Jake did not need any further encouragement. He knelt on the bed and starting wanking his cock at a furious pace.

  Clare could hardly control herself. She writhed against her bondage, not because she wanted to escape but because the feeling of being held so tightly was just so exciting. But then everything was exciting. Feeling another woman’s clit against hers while the dildo pumped into her was off the scale of indescribable sensations, and her body was beginning to tremble as her orgasm got rapidly closer.

  It was not necessary to raise her head to see Jake’s cock. His smooth glans was poking through the ring of his thumb and forefinger. She could see it swelling. His face was contorted, his eyes riveted to the erotic scene before him. Clare realised she was just like Lisa; she desperately wanted to see him ejaculate and feel the sticky seed raining down on her.

  And she got her wish. He was clearly intensely excited and though she could see him struggling to control himself, it was a losing battle. As his hand pumped his cock suddenly jerked and spattered spunk all over their bellies.

  Lisa did not stop. As the thick liquid oozed over their bellies and trickled between their legs, the redhead pushed forward one more time then ground against Clare, pushing the dildos deeper. She shuddered and gasped an ecstatic cry, and Clare arched up off the bed as far as her bonds would allow, as an
other orgasm raked through her.

  Chapter Eight

  It was a beautiful morning, the sun coming up behind the big chestnut trees slanting sharp beams of light through the branches, the sky a cloudless blue. In the garden blackbirds pecked for worms on the carefully manicured lawn.

  Clare sat on the bed, staring out of the window. Ben had released her from her bondage, and brought her breakfast. She had showered, towelled herself dry, eaten the food and drunk the orange juice and coffee.

  Her mind was full of questions. There were many things about Anouska’s house she did not understand. She would very much like to know what the brunette’s relationship with Dr Hammer was. As they clearly did not live together she wondered if their marriage and their sexual relationship was over. Anouska had told her that she’d once been the doctor’s patient and that he’d uncovered her dominant traits; had the fact that she wanted to be dominant been the reason their marriage failed?

  Then there were the two men, Bill and Ben, as she’d called them, though Clare was sure that was not their real names. How did they fit in? They were clearly there to fulfil Anouska’s desire to dominate. She remembered Carlo telling her that he’d returned voluntarily after his treatment. Had they come from Dr Hammer too?

  She found it hard to work out what day of the week it was, let alone how long it had been since her arrival at the clinic, so was her time nearly up and the treatment over?

  That thought depressed her. Though there was no doubt she was cured, she did not want to go back to the way things had been before. What Dr Hammer had showed her was that sex, and a particular sort of sex, was extraordinarily important to her. The truth was that allowing herself to be dressed in a variety of outré outfits, to be bound, beaten and used had given her the sort of sexual satisfaction she had never even dreamt existed. It was as if, for the first time, she felt complete.

  That was the essence of the problem she faced. She didn’t know whether her ‘cure’ would last if her submissive tendencies were once again suppressed. But even if it were the case, which she doubted, that her brief spell of treatment was enough to make sure her sleep was not disturbed again, she didn’t want to turn her back on the sexual experiences she’d had. The trouble was she frankly couldn’t imagine that the sort of men she had been going out with would respond with anything but shock and horror if she appeared with leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, told them she was a submissive and wanted them to tie her to the bed and beat her buttocks with a cane before they fucked her. Greg’s reaction to her bondage game had proved that. Once she was returned to ‘normal’ life how was she going to be able to satisfy her new sexual needs?

  Anouska entered the room. She was wearing a smartly tailored cream suit with a high collar and a tight A-line skirt that just covered her knees. Her calf length high-heeled black boots were highly polished. Her long black hair had a lustrous glossy sheen to it, brushed over her shoulders. The scent of her perfume instantly filled the room. ‘Stand up,’ she said.

  Clare did as she was told. She felt her pulse quicken, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from excitement or apprehension.

  ‘Follow me,’ Anouska said, and led her down to the first floor. She opened a pair of double doors and ushered Clare inside.

  The bedroom was large and luxurious, the carpet blue and thick. There was a huge double bed covered with a counterpane that matched the curtains, held in elaborate tiebacks on either side of the two large windows that looked out onto the front drive. To the right Clare could see a door to a bathroom and another that led into a dressing area, where she glimpsed racks of clothes. The bedside chests, long and low, were made from ash edged with brass, and there was a matching dressing table, though there was no evidence of make-up, the top surface bare. A large vase on one of the bedside chests contained a display of Arum lilies. Clothes had been neatly laid out on the end of the bed.

  ‘I take it you’ve showered,’ Anouska said, and when Clare nodded she added, ‘Put those things on.’

  There was a black basque with a quarter cup bra, matching panties and a pair of black stockings. She picked up the basque and wrapped it around her naked body. It was heavily boned and tight and feeding the hooks into the eyes at the back, while breathing in, was a struggle.

  ‘I spoke to Dr Hammer about you this morning,’ Anouska said, pacing the room. ‘You were supposed to be returned to him this morning, but we thought you would benefit from a little detour.’

  Clare hoped this didn’t mean she’d told the doctor she’d been unsatisfactory in some way and hadn’t done what she was told.

  ‘Don’t look so worried. It isn’t a reflection on your behaviour. At least, not in a bad way. You’re so perfect we wanted to share you with another… friend.’

  Reassured that Dr Hammer had not received a bad report from Anouska, Clare sat on the bed to pull on the stockings. They were sheer and had dark heels and seams. She smoothed them up her legs, making sure all wrinkles were eliminated, and then clipped them into the black suspenders of the basque. She stood up, pulled on the lacy panties then stepped into the high heels, feeling the muscles of her buttocks and calves pull taut as her feet were pitched forward.

  ‘Good,’ Anouska said, examining her carefully. She went to the drawer of the bedside chest on the left of the bed and opened it. Clare heard the jangle of a chain. ‘I’m sure you’re familiar with these.’

  Anouska held up a pair of clips attached to a heavy silver chain. Though they were different from the ones she’d worn at the clinic, Clare recognised their purpose immediately and felt her already hard nipples knot themselves tighter. The clips were made from two metal strips laid one on top of the other, and joined by two screws with a small lug on each.

  ‘Well, I see you are,’ Anouska said, noticing Clare’s reaction.

  The bra of the basque lifted Clare’s breasts without covering them. Anouska lent forward and licked both nipples with the tip of her tongue, then unscrewed the two clips so a gap appeared between the two metal strips. She slid the clips over each of Clare’s nipples then began to tighten the screws until the jaws of the clips squeezed the tender flesh. It was only then that Clare realised the inner surfaces of them must have been furnished with tiny metal spikes, and she winced from the pain.

  ‘A little tighter, I think,’ Anouska said, adjusting them, the pain routing itself directly to Clare’s sex. She felt her clitoris throb.

  Anouska pulled Clare’s arms behind her back, buckled on a pair of wrist cuffs and clipped them together. Then she went back to the bedside chest. This time she extracted a black leather helmet. ‘Go and sit on the stool in front of the dressing table,’ she ordered.

  Clare obeyed, and with her arms held behind her back her breasts were thrust forward, and the heavy chain of the nipple clips swayed with every step, making the clips move and bite again.

  Anouska stood behind her. She gathered Clare’s hair into a bunch in one hand then pulled the leather helmet down over her head, pulling the hair through a hole in the back so it formed a sort of ponytail. Below this was a crisscross of lacing which she began to pull tight.

  In the mirror of the dressing table Clare saw the subtle black leather being pulled taut across her face, moulding to her contours. The helmet had two holes where Clare’s nostrils were, two more for her eyes and one for her mouth. Above each of the eyeholes was a little flap of leather, which gave her the appearance of having exaggerated eyebrows. The larger hole for her mouth was edged with the teeth of a zip.

  ‘Just doing this to you makes me hot,’ Anouska breathed, almost to herself, as she tugged on the laces one last time and, satisfied that they would go no tighter, tied them off. She opened the top drawer of the dressing table and took out two or three odd looking flat ovals that looked a bit like bars of soap. ‘Open your mouth,’ she said, and Clare tried, but it was difficult to do so in the tight leather hood.
‘Wider.’

  Clare strained her jaw against the leather as Anouska slipped one of the ovals between her lips. It was made from plastic, but was heavy and weighed against her tongue. The brunette examined it, and then pulled the zip closed over Clare’s mouth, sealing the oval inside.

  ‘One last thing.’ She took a silver chain from the drawer. Clare watched as she walked behind her and draped the chain around her neck. It was a tight fit. There was a little snap-hook at the front of it identical to the ones they used on the cuffs, but smaller. Anouska took hold of the chain of the nipple clips, pulled it upward and clipped it into the neck chain right under her chin. This had the effect of stretching her sensitive nipples and pulling her breasts up too. Another wave of pain made Clare tremble, but as she did she was aware of Anouska’s body pushing against her back, as if wanting to feel the effect this new torment had on her.

  ‘All right, follow me,’ she said.

  They walked down to the front door, every step Clare took jiggling her breasts and sending waves of that peculiar melange of pain and pleasure right through her body.

  ‘Sit there,’ Anouska said, indicating a wooden chair with a leather seat at the side of the door. The brunette walked into the reception room to the right and disappeared out of view.

  Clare sat, though with her hands bound behind her back she could not sit back comfortably. She tried to relax, but the anticipation of what they were going to do with her made that impossible.

  She could hear voices, but could not make out what was being said. After a few minutes she heard tyres crunching on the drive outside, and almost immediately Bill appeared from one of the rooms. He eyed her appreciatively, but did not speak. As usual all he was wearing was the tight rubber G-string. He went outside and opened the rear door of the car, which looked like the same black limousine that had delivered Clare to the house. Clare watched as Jade got out, dressed in a yellow cheongsam, its skirt split almost up to her hip. The two of them then reached back into the car and helped out another woman.