Submission in Seattle (22 page)

It took a few
minutes for Jennifer to stop wailing and trying to pull free.  Her extremely
hard nipples were still throbbing painfully in time with her rapid pulse. 

“If you can keep
your hands at your sides, I’ll let you go now, little slave.”

“OK, sir, I’m
ready now.”

She stayed there,
kneeling on the carpet, looking down at her abused flesh and savoring the
submissive rush that washed over her.  In her current state of mind, Cole could
have done anything to her and she sincerely hoped that he would.  

“The next phase of
your punishment is also a test.  All you have to do is hold still while I touch
you.  Come over here and sit on my lap.”

Cole moved to the
sofa where Monica was sitting and sat down with a few feet between them.  Then
he motioned Jennifer to sit on his lap facing him with her knees straddling his
legs.  Her lovely little breasts were directly in front of his face.  He could
feel the warmth emanating from between her legs, but he resisted the urge to
touch her there.  He ordered Jennifer to clasp her hands together behind her
back and hold as still as possible.

Delicately, using
only the tips of his fingers, he slowly stroked Jennifer’s swollen and
sensitive nipples.  The sudden sensation caused her to jerk herself back.

“Monica, would you
mind holding our little slave for me?  She isn’t very well trained yet, I’m
afraid.”

Monica rose and
stood behind the little Eurasian woman, then she seized Jennifer’s arms and
held them in a wristlock behind her head.  The restraint was as rigid as the
strictest bondage.  Jennifer could hardly move a millimeter.  She was barely
able to look down and see Cole’s hands moving towards her breasts.  Whatever
happened next was inevitable and Jennifer felt a thrill of fear that seemed to
be centered deep in her womanhood.

Cole proceeded to
stroke, pinch and suck her now super-responsive nipples.  He enjoyed seeing her
pretty little breasts bounce and jiggle.  They looked like small ripe pears,
waiting to be eaten.  All Jennifer could do was tremble and gasp.  After a few
minutes of this pleasant sport, he put one hand down between her legs to check
her arousal status and found that her panties were soaked.

“My dear Assistant
Trainer, please take our little slave into the bedroom and give her a good
flogging, then get her some dry panties.  We’ll have a little break before we
introduce her to domestic service training.”

Monica helped
Jennifer into the bedroom and pushed her down onto the bed.  Picking up the
light suede flogger, she proceeded to lash her submissive little friend over
most of her body.  She took great delight in ordering Jennifer to display her
dainty round breasts to the stinging leather instrument. 

When she had
thoroughly covered Jennifer with the sensuous strokes, she allowed her to use
the bathroom for a few moments and drink some cold water.  With fresh panties,
a pink pair this time, she seemed refreshed and ready to proceed.  She wanted
to say something to Monica that would convey how grateful she was for the
chance to experience this kind of submission, but she was afraid of spoiling
the convincing illusion that Monica was now her superior.

Once more in the
living room, Jennifer was taught the proper way to carry a tray and serve
coffee or tea to her Master and his associates.  They started first with an
empty tray and Cole coached her on the art of moving gracefully.  It was
different when you were naked, she found. 

Next, she carried
an old coffee mug on the tray and was told not to let it slip off, even if
someone touched her in a way that would normally be offensive.  Unfortunately,
the first time that Monica pinched her sexy little bottom, Jennifer was
startled into dropping the tray, which landed on the carpet with a thud. 

Cole ordered her
to bend over the back of the sofa with her hands on the leather seat cushion,
just as Monica had earlier.  With her nicely feminine pink panties still on,
she received three medium strokes of the heavy leather strap.  The pain was
intense, probably the worst she had ever experienced, but she was able to hold
her position.  She kept her eyes closed for a moment after the last stroke and
waited for the fire in her buttocks to cool.  Then they continued her training.

The difficulty of
the task was gradually increased.  More cups were added to the tray. Monica
took great delight in running her hand up the inside of Jennifer’s thigh when
she least expected it.  She was punished again, four strokes this time, for
letting two of the cups hit the floor. 

After more
practice, water was poured into the cups and she learned how to pour more
liquid from a pot in a very elegant manner.  Jennifer felt a great pride at
being able to perform for her two trainers.  Twice more, she earned strokes of
the punishment strap before Cole declared that her household servant training
was over for the day.

Jennifer was taken
into the bedroom again.  This time she was thoroughly bound with soft white
rope in a hog tie position.  With her wrists and ankles firmly attached to each
other behind her back, she was left on the soft bed to relax and think.  She
struggled a bit against the ropes, but it only intensified her feelings of
sensual restraint.  It was actually quite relaxing to lie there with nothing to
do, no decisions to make.  She did not sleep, but she fell into a dreamy state
where she imagined herself serving a harsh master who wielded a nasty leather
strap. 

It was now early
evening and Monica fixed a quick dinner.  When she and Cole were finished, they
went to free Jennifer.  With an amazing lack of stiffness from her bondage
ordeal, she walked into the kitchen expecting to sit at the table and eat. 
Much to her surprise, Cole produced a pet bowl filled with a sweet dry cereal
and another filled with milk.  Placing both bowls on the kitchen floor, he
explained that she was to eat and drink without using her hands.

He was impressed
with her enthusiasm.  He had expected to restrain her hands, but there was no
need.  She ate her cereal and milk like a good little pet.  Her pink panties
and black hair made a nice color combination with the pink and black pattern in
the vinyl floor.  When she was finished, he told her that they would be going
to the dungeon. 

“This will not to
be a training session,” he announced.  “It is a test of your ability to allow
yourself to be used sexually.  You must allow yourself to be handled, hurt or
used in any manner.  If you fail to submit in any way, it will be noted on the
evaluation that we are preparing for Mr. Toriuchi.

In the dungeon,
Jennifer was struck by the warmth and cozy feel of the large room.  She
recognized the smell of scented candles from her previous visit.  She was
ordered to sit on one end of the leather massage table while various leather
cuffs and straps were prepared.  Lying on her back, she waited calmly while her
wrists were attached to the far end of the table with leather cuffs and lengths
of chain.

Cole picked up her
legs and held them while Monica applied soft leather ankle cuffs which were
rapidly drawn apart and up toward the ceiling with black nylon straps. 
Jennifer watched as her legs were spread wide, leaving only the soft pink
panties to protect her most private parts from public view.  Then a leather
strap went around her waist and she found herself firmly strapped down to the
table.   Her bottom was positioned right at the very end of the table so that
she hung over the edge slightly.  It did not seem like a coincidence.

Cole approached
her with a pair of scissors and she hoped that he was not as dangerous as he
looked at that moment.  Moving slowly, he slipped the scissors under the side
panel of her panties and gradually cut through the thin fabric.  One more cut
and he was able to pull the panties away, leaving her exposed to his lecherous
gaze.

Jennifer’s eyes
widened in fear and anticipation as she looked at his face between her widely
separated knees.  She felt herself trembling as an inner voice urged her to
give up her body to the dominant man who controlled her and was now in a
position to do anything he wished.

“Nice bush,” he
said.  “Too bad it will have to go.  Mr. Toriuchi likes all his slaves to be
clean shaven.”  He pulled on her pubic hair just hard enough to hurt, then used
it like handles to pull apart her labia and inspect her pink inner flesh.

 “Monica, bring
the shaving equipment.  I’d like you to take care of this, please.”

Jennifer could
only lie there and experience the intense sensations.  First Monica placed a
hot wet towel on Jennifer’s pubic area.  After a minute, it was almost too hot
to stand.  Jennifer was breathing rapidly in short gasps by the time the towel
was removed and scented shaving cream was applied to her body with a soft
brush.  The heat had not only softened the hair, it had also sensitized her
genital area so that every tiny touch caused a wave of erotic sensation to flow
from the site.

Cole stood beside
Jennifer and slowly ran his hands over her torso as if she were a beloved pet. 
She found it very calming, which was fortunate, considering what was next.

Monica produced a
large shiny straight razor that would have frightened a strong man and
proceeded to carefully remove every last one of Jennifer’s pubic hairs, even a
few that sprouted near her little brown anus.  Each tiny scrape of the razor
felt like it was going straight to the pleasure centers of her brain.  The dual
sensations of fear and sexual arousal caused Jennifer to begin panting and she
stared straight up at the ceiling.  It took all of her willpower to hold still,
but it was essential to avoid a nasty cut.  She focused on the comforting
feeling of being owned that was produced by Cole’s talented hands gently
stroking her breasts and stomach.

When Monica was
finished, she announced, “That’s it Sir, she’s completely bare now.” 

Cole explained to
Jennifer what would happen next.  “You did very well little slave, we’re going
to test your sexual responses now.  I’ll be noting everything for the final
report that I’m preparing for Mr. Toriuchi.  Just relax and let yourself react
in the most natural possible manner.”

He instructed
Monica to perform cunnilingus on Jennifer’s now completely exposed cunt. 
Monica brought a chair up to the end of the table so she could sit with her face
in the perfect position between Jennifer’s helplessly spread legs that were
still firmly attached to the ceiling.  Cole specified that all stimulation was
to be external, nothing inside the vagina without his approval.

Cole made notes on
a clipboard and occasionally checked Jennifer’s feet to see if her circulation
was adequate.  It was hard to ignore how pretty her shaved cunt looked, but he
played the role of the detached observer perfectly.

Jennifer felt a
strangely erotic sensation, as if she had been reduced to a simple sex object
and was no longer a free woman who was responsible for her own feelings and
actions.  At the same time, she felt her inhibitions slipping away.  Since she
had given up control to someone else, she was now free to fully experience
sexual stimulation and arousal.

After a few
minutes of sensual explorations, Monica’s talented tongue found Jennifer’s
clitoris and began to stroke it ever so gently.   She stopped after a short
time and used her fingers to massage and pinch Jennifer’s plump outer labia. 
Returning to the hard clit, Monica again used the gentle little licks that
brought her victim close to coming.

Cole noticed
Jennifer’s fast breathing and dilated pupils.  “Stop!” he ordered.  “Use the
towel now Monica.”

Monica suddenly
placed a very cold wet towel on Jennifer’s overheated cunt.  A sudden scream of
shock and disappointment tore through the room, then died away, as Jennifer’s
orgasm died before it could blossom.  Cole made some more notes on his
clipboard then instructed Monica to begin again.

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.”