SEALing The Victory

by B. Angelica Ellmoor

  Claire was completely aroused by the scene, not only by the brazenness of the performance, but well, because it was so unbelievably erotic!

  The man lowered her to the floor, rapidly removing the bonds, and gently massaging the rope impressions on her skin. The woman was languid, totally relaxed, as he removed all the ropes, pulled her robe closed and again embraced her, murmuring to her. She raised her lips to his and they kissed passionately.

  The audience broke out in applause. The couple was German, and traveled all over the world displaying their art and teaching the Shibari discipline. Ian had paid ten thousand dollars to bring them here to the total delight of his guests. He was well pleased.

  Claire and Gwynneth looked at each other. Wow, mouthed Claire silently.

  “That was a real treat, wasn’t it?” Gwynneth agreed.

  By the time they had thanked their host and said their goodbyes, it was well past one a.m., and Claire had work the next day. Friends of Gwynneth’s dropped her off at her car, and she drove home, her imagination aflame. She spent a lot of time at work the next day, envisioning herself in a variety of roles, and enjoying every delicious bit of her fantasies.

  Who knows, she said to herself, maybe I’m a “Versatile.”

  *****

  A few days later Felicia finally called her and asked her what she wants. Claire knew the moment was now or never, and after stammering out a few false starts, finally tells Felicia that she wants to learn how to be a dominatrix like her, that she and Gwynneth went to a play party and how happy and excited it made her.

  Felicia tried to dissuade her. “You know, this lifestyle is not for everyone, and it certainly is not for dilettantes. To be a professional, you really have to know what you’re doing, or you can actually harm people. You have to know that there’s a big responsibility in being a Dominant. And, unlike some newbies might want to believe, it’s not torture for the submissive. The sub is the one actually running the scene. You have to make it safe enough for them to let go.”

  Claire was persistent. “This is what has been missing in my life. I can’t go back to my vanilla lifestyle, always being a good girl, and minding my parents. The idea of learning how to be a dominatrix more than excites me, it gives me something to live for. Please, Felicia, pleeeeze!”

  “Plus, I don’t know you well enough to know if you could even withstand the training. It’s very rigorous. You need to experience everything, from being a submissive, so you know how much punishment you can give out eventually, to learning how to be a compassionate Domme. I might consider taking you on as a protégé, but you have to be willing to do that. Are you?” she demanded.

  Claire couldn’t deny the flip-flop her stomach did when Felicia asked her that.

  “Yes! Yes, with you…of course I would be,” she immediately answered, not really knowing what it might entail, but eager for any chance to be with Felicia.

  “Then meet me at the studio next Tuesday. I’ll text you the address. Don’t be late.”

  Felicia was secretly delighted to take on a complete BDSM virgin like Claire, being very turned on by innocent young college girls. If they were trained properly, they made excellent playthings. She thought about how much fun she would have during Claire’s training, and if Claire ended up dropping out at some point, Felicia would have had her fun. Most of the young ones in the past who professed to wanting to learn the trade were just dabblers, and didn’t really have the guts to dominate. So Felicia had nothing to lose in agreeing to “train” Claire in BDSM, and oh, so much to gain.

  *****

  The following Tuesday, Claire showed up at the studio warehouse address that Felicia had texted to her, and was greeted at the door by a scowling Kiki, the butchy dyke from the tattoo parlor, who lived on premises as the caretaker. As unremarkable as the building looked on the outside, the interior was lavishly furnished. Kiki brought her into a small living room outfitted comfortably with overstuffed furniture, soft lighting and modern art, and offered her a glass of wine. In the background, jazz music played softly.

  Felicia kept her waiting for a half hour before strolling down the spiral staircase in a filmy lace negligee.

  “Oh, it’s you,” she said offhandedly. “Well, first I have to ask you a few questions, and like all my students, you have to sign a waiver, basically signing away all your rights. That’s the first step in becoming a proper submissive,” she purred. “Don’t look so shocked, I’m just kidding! But seriously, you do have to sign a waiver. Kiki, move your ass!! What’s wrong with you, bitch? Get the papers!”

  “Don’t mind her,” she said to Claire. “It’s good that she’s a little jealous, keeps her on her toes.”

  Then without a pause, she said, “What is your pain tolerance level?”

  Taken off-guard, Claire blurted out, “About normal, I guess,” wondering what she had indeed gotten herself into.

  “That’s good. Well, let’s get the paperwork out of the way first.”

  Claire quickly looked over the waiver that Kiki handed her, and it was fairly standard, except for the part that read: Warning: You are about to embark on a consensual entertainment endeavor, which could have a lasting and profound effect on your emotional health. It went on to talk about the use of a “safe word” that would bring an end to the activities, at whatever stage they were in.

  She signed it, eager to get started.

  “Good girl, you’re wearing a skirt. Take off your panties.” Claire stripped them down and stepped out of them.

  Felicia stood up, walked over and placed Claire’s hands on her breasts. Claire’s heart beat fast and she began to get wet immediately. Felicia rubbed Claire’s hands on her breasts, and her nipples hardened.

  “Does that feel good to you?”

  Claire’s mouth went dry. She licked her lips and nodded.

  “Squeeze them.”

  She did as she was asked.

  Felicia pulled back the bodice of her negligee, exposing both voluptuous breasts. Claire could hardly breathe.

  “Suck them.”

  Claire hungrily moved in and stuffed as much of one breast into her mouth as she could, ardently sucking on the nipple, feeling it pucker up and get harder against her tongue.

  Felicia reached down and lifted Claire’s skirt, dropping her hand down to Claire’s wet pussy, slipping in a finger to gauge her moistness.

  Involuntarily, Claire moaned against Felicia’s breast. It was her fantasy coming true, and she spread her legs a little wider to allow Felicia to do whatever she was going to do.

  But Felicia pulled back. “She’s ready,” she said to Kiki, standing in the corner of the room. “Bring in Monsieur Claude.”

  Monsieur Claude was Felicia’s pet name for the big, barrel-chested man who was her go-to stud. He had a very substantial dick and could be counted on to maintain a hard-on for hours. Many of her clients liked to have sex while being dominated, and she kept Claude on staff for servicing those clients. He adored Felicia, would do anything for her, and loved being dominated by her.

  “Have a seat here in front of me, darling,” she said to Claude when he arrived. He was huge man, and not bad looking. Claire wondered what was going to happen, as he took a chair at a right angle to the padded chaise lounge.

  “Take off your blouse, Claire, but you can leave your bra on. Just pull down the cups.”

  Felicia laid back on the chaise. “I want to have a good view of our little virgin submissive,” she said seductively.

  “Claire, lay down over Claude’s lap, facing me. Let me see your breasts, right, that’s it. Whenever you are with me, you’re to wear your bra like that, pulled down but displaying your tits. Claude, give her hard slaps, with stroking in between. If she’s not ready when I am, get her there, okay? Hey Princess,” she called teasingly to Kiki, “come over here, bitch.”

  Kiki reappeared from where she was lounging in the corner, this time without a shirt, and Claire was astounded at the beauty of her body. Broad shoulders narrow
ed down to a tiny waist, with washboard abs. She had more pecs than breasts, but her tits were high and firm. She kneeled down at the foot of the chaise lounge where Felicia lay with her legs spread. Driving her hands under Felicia’s ass, she lifted her pussy to her mouth and started to lick and nibble. Felicia wrapped her legs around Kiki’s head and rested her stiletto heels on her back. Just the sight of it made Claire want to swoon.

  That was when she felt Claude lift up her skirt and the first slap landed. She gasped at the sharpness of it, but as he followed the slap with soothing strokes on her ass, the stinging soon turned to pleasure. He ran his finger up and down her crack, teasing the delicate skin around her pussy lips and asshole.

  Felicia closed her eyes, and started to grind her pussy up into Kiki’s mouth, making little mewling noises. Kiki was obviously very well-versed in how to give her pleasure. A little stab of jealousy started in Claire’s chest, but before she had time to let herself fully feel it, Claude landed another smart slap on her ass.

  Again it was followed by the soothing stroke of his big hand, and slow but steady tickling of her slit, all the way from her clit to her tailbone.

  Over and over Claude smacked her tight ass with his hand, which almost covered both cheeks at once, each time following it with delving into her pussy, rubbing his thumb over her asshole, and tickling her clit, until she was thoroughly aroused and looking forward to the next slap, just to get the stroking.

  Tears were streaming involuntarily down her cheeks from the pain, but Claude made sure that each stinging blow soon turned to pleasure by gently massaging and stimulating her clit.

  As Felicia’s arousal grew, so did Claire’s, so that when Claude saw that Felicia was about to cum, his stroking of Claire’s clit became more urgent, until she was gasping and wiggling under his hand. He twiddled her vigorously with his big fingers, and soon both women were moaning their orgasms simultaneously.

  Kiki sat back on her heels, her face slick with Felicia’s pussy juices, and grinned. It was the first time Claire had seen her smile. Felicia lolled on the couch, enjoying the relaxation following her massive orgasm.

  Claude helped Claire stand up. Her legs felt rubbery, and she sank down onto the nearby couch, still breathing heavily.

  “Princess, Claude, please leave us now. I’ll take care of you later,” Felicia murmured, and they both obediently left the room.

  Felicia beckoned Claire over to where she lay and Claire kneeled at the side of the chaise. “How did you like that?”

  “I was more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m not sure whether it was seeing Kiki licking you or me getting spanked, though. But together, it was pretty hot,” Claire admitted.

  “I know you want me, but you’ll have to earn me—through dedication and discipline.” Felicia leaned over and kissed her.

  “I’ve decided that I will take you on as a student, I think you have the desire and the aptitude. Underneath that good-girl exterior beats the heart of a wild child, am I right?” Felicia asked.

  Claire nodded.

  “We’ll meet again in a few days, I’ll check my schedule and fit you in, so to speak,” she continued, winking. “Okay, you can get dressed now. I’ve still got to take care of my crew.”

  Claire left with a happy smile on her face, high as a kite, her ass still stinging from her spanking.

  Twice a week, over the next six weeks, Felicia trained Claire to be a submissive. She acted nonchalant, as if she expected Claire to drop out as any moment, but in reality, she eagerly looked forward to each session with lascivious delight. And indeed, Claire got a very complete education of the most lustful sort.

  Felicia used Claire’s training to have all kinds of sex with her. One time she introduced her to exotic toys, including a two-penis dildo, both with and without vibrating clit attachments. Another time, she placed electrodes on Claire’s private parts, then encased her in a vinyl sensory deprivation jumpsuit, and enjoyed watching Claire writhe and twitch as she controlled the vibratory input.

  She humiliated her, made her walk around a coffee shop with her naked ass showing by tucking up her skirt; left her spread-eagled and exposed on a padded bench for hours, or made Claire sit by her chair with only a collar on while she tended to other clients. She insisted that she learn cunnilingus from Kiki, and made them practice on one another. She received more spanking, paddling, and whipping from Claude, bound with padded handcuffs to the St. John’s cross. Claire took it all and kept coming back for more, like a hungry little chick. After every submission session, Felicia cuddled and cared for Claire, telling her how well she was doing and that she was proud of her. She had grown very fond of Claire, although most of the time, she acted blasé about the entire setup. But the reality of it was that they had developed quite a symbiotic relationship, each of them getting something that they wanted and needed from the other.

  After Claire had spent a couple of months learning about BDSM from the sub’s point of view, she had a much greater appreciation of the Dom’s role. If it was the sub’s role to receive, it was the Dom’s role to provide the experience within the consensual agreements they have both made together. Felicia pointed out again strongly to her that it was the Dom’s responsibility to care for the sub, otherwise a selfish Dom will have a difficult time finding subs to play with. She impressed on Claire that BDSM is play and definitely not abuse. For a professional Domme, it was even more important to care for the client for them to want to keep coming back. You have to give them what they want so that they feel good about their experience, never diminished or shamed for it (unless that was what they wanted).

  “Aftercare is not stressed very much by anyone, but it’s not an option in every session, it’s a requirement. You must allow the client time to get back to their normal mindset and achieve emotional equilibrium after such an intense experience,” Felicia warned her. “I’ll teach you how to give the clients what they need, so they’re emotionally fulfilled as well as physically gratified.

  Felicia trained Claire in the usage of all sorts of impact instruments, from canes, to whips, to paddles, to feathers, and taught her to find out from the client how much they wanted their skin marked. Some might like welts as an indicator of their submissive state, and enjoy seeing them for days after their playdate with the Domme. Some prefer to go home to their significant other with no more than a pink tushy—easy to hide. Claire learned how to restrain people without hurting them, and how to do cock and ball torture without allowing any clients’ cocks to fall off. She learns the basics of rigging and rope play from Claude, and how long one can leave on nipple clamps. Anal plugs, penile sounding rods, fucking machines, electrostim, vibrating cock rings—anything and everything that Felicia had ever been asked to do to a client, she shared her knowledge of it with Claire.

  Felicia had always steered clear of dripping candles, because of the real danger of hurting either herself or the client, and never engaged in blood or urine play. She felt that humiliation could be achieved in ways that are not so messy, but explained all of it to Claire, just so she would know about the practices.

  “Don’t be afraid to say ‘no’ to anyone, if they ask you for something you don’t want to do, even if they are a high-paying and powerful client. They’ll find someone else to do it, and for you, there will always be another sub wanting to be dominated.”

  Claire found that she was very turned on by all the practices, and even dreamed up a few things herself that she wants to try out with Felicia or Kiki.

  When Felicia thought that Claire was ready for the big leagues, she phoned one of her clients, a high-powered lawyer and businesswoman who liked to be submissive because it allowed her to give up all control for a short time. In her career, Elizabeth was constantly making decisions, strategizing, meeting with clients, and negotiating, and she came to Felicia to be able to totally let go. She enjoyed the endorphin rush that pain brought her; she said it gave her a high like no other, that lasted for days. She had tried meeti
ng people on the BDSM play party circuit, but wanted no strings attached to her gratification, and many of the Doms she met were not her intellectual equal.

  “I have someone I want you to meet at your session this Thursday,” Felicia cooed to her over the phone. “I’ve been training her and she’s quite special—I feel confident you’ll enjoy her. Of course, I’ll supervise your session to make sure, but you’re going to be pleasantly surprised.”

  To prepare for Claire’s first client, Felicia had her seamstress come in and measure her for several sexy Domme outfits, the three of them going over fabrics and styles before deciding on two jumpsuits and a bustier under a tux jacket. Felicia sent her to her makeup artist and the results were nothing less than ravishing. Felicia’s hairdresser suggested a short, punk style, and lightening her hair to platinum, which she did—and the transformation was complete. Claire was no longer a bland-looking shoe store salesgirl, but a glamorous Domme, complete with her own version of Felicia’s swagger and bravado.

  From the glowing praise that Felicia had heaped on her young protégé, Elizabeth was quite excited to meet Claire.

  To start her session, Elizabeth liked some combination of being blindfolded, gagged, strapped face down and naked on a padded spanking bench with her ass raised, and paddled, then tickled with feathers or massaged, stroked or vibrated, sometimes followed by hard caning, enough to raise substantial welts. During the week, when she ran her fingers over the welts as they gradually faded, she liked to re-experience the thrill of being dominated.