Submission in Seattle (23 page)

After about ten
minutes, she was again building up to an orgasm.  Cole let her get just a
little bit closer than the last time before ordering Monica to apply the cold
towel and bring the process to an icy halt.  Jennifer screamed again, this time
more in frustration than shock.

The entire process
was repeated a third time and Jennifer was begging for release.  She was
totally into her role as the slavegirl-in-training.  “Please Sir, I have to
come!”  she cried.

Cole answered in a
firm voice, “You insolent slut!  You’ve been doing well until now.  Remember,
you weren’t supposed to speak.  You’ll have to be punished before we can
proceed.”

He picked up a
light rattan cane, then pulled Jennifer’s shapely little hips another inch
farther down, so that her ass was hanging completely off the padded table. 
“You’ll receive six strokes for disobedience.  Don’t let it happen again.”  The
first stroke across her stretched buttocks burned like a hot poker applied to
her sensual light brown skin.  As he applied each stroke with equal force, she
felt the pain spread through her entire pelvic area, then it slowly faded to a
warm comforting sensation.  She was a bit surprised to see that the warmth was
rekindling her arousal.

Cole noticed the
increased wetness forming on her beautiful cunt lips.  With her legs held so
far open, there was no way she could hide it.  “Now that we’ve taken care of
that little business, you’ll be happy to know that your next test involves
penetration by a man.”

Jennifer
immediately started breathing more deeply as she imagined what it would feel
like.  Monica had told her that Howard was large, but she remembered that she
had been given no promise of sex.  Perhaps this would be another one of their
frustrating tricks to test her responses.

Cole removed his
pants and ordered, “get me hard, Monica.”  He tried not to think of her as his
lover and friend, but as a slave and Assistant Trainer.  It did not take long
to create a large erection.  Monica’s oral talents were considerable and her
extreme state of arousal lent an added urgency to her efforts.

Jennifer was able
to watch the process by turning her head and she was certainly impressed.  The
Trainer’s organ was of average length, but considerably thicker than any of the
men she had been with before.  She wondered if it would hurt.  The thought made
her shiver and lubricate even more.  Her cunt seemed to be throbbing in
anticipation.

Monica tore open a
foil packet and slid a condom onto her lover’s manhood.  Her own cunt was
dripping freely now as she thought about what Jennifer was obviously feeling. 
Sharing this kind of erotic game with a third person was proving to be very
exciting and Monica hoped it would go on a long time.

Cole stood at the
end of the table between Jennifer’s widely separated legs.  He allowed his
stiff latex clad cock to lightly brush her labia, then slowly forced it into
her tight passage.  It was hard to tell if her natural lubrication would be
enough.  She was extremely tight and Cole suspected that she hadn’t had sex in
a very long time.  Eventually, he did reach full penetration and started
stroking slowly in and out.  Her swollen cunt lips seemed to grip his cock at
the farthest point of withdrawal and pull it back inside.  He was careful not
to make contact with her clit.  He didn’t want her coming just yet.  His own
orgasm was not far off, so after a minute or two of enjoying the tight
pressure, he withdrew from her greedy little cunt mouth.

Jennifer cried out
at the unfairness of it all.  Cole ordered Monica to stand between Jennifer’s
legs and bend forward so he could enter her from behind.  Stripping off the condom,
he plunged into Monica’s well lubricated pussy.  The stimulation of his naked
cock was so good as he thrust in and out with his muscular hips that he knew he
could only last a short time.  Monica was bending forward with her mouth close
to Jennifer’s breasts, so she began to lick and suck the already highly aroused
nipples that were so conveniently presented to her.  Cole reached around to
squeeze Monica’s lovely tits, which combined with her already high level of
arousal to trigger her climax causing her to breath in short, hard puffs and
thrust her ass back against him.  She was not even aware that she was biting
and sucking Jennifer’s left breast.

As Jennifer moaned
in agonizing frustration, Cole felt himself spurt hot jism deep into his
beloved Monica.  He groaned and strained against her for what seemed like an
eternity.  As the overwhelming sensation faded, he collapsed forward and pinned
Monica down with his hard cock still inside her.  For a moment, they ignored
Jennifer while they recovered from their intense orgasms. 

Slowly
straightening up, they moved away and sank to the floor in each other’s arms. 
Lying on a black quilt and a pile of pillows, they held each other for a long
time before they were ready to deal with Jennifer again.  It had been one of
the hottest sexual experiences of their entire relationship.

After a time, they
released Jennifer from bondage on the table and reminded her that she was still
a slave-in-training until Noon tomorrow.  “Perhaps if you’re a really good slave,
we’ll let you come in the morning,” Monica teased.

Although it was
only nine o’clock, they decided to head for the master bedroom and make an
early night of it.  They were all completely naked, except that Cole still wore
his black T-shirt.  Before stumbling into bed, Cole and Monica put another set
of wrist and ankle cuffs on Jennifer and ordered her to lie on the floor at the
foot of their bed.  They connected the two ankle cuffs to each other, then
fastened the two wrist cuffs to a length of chain that was attached solidly to
the lower corner of the elaborate modern bed frame.

Jennifer was left
bound and naked on the carpeted floor, feeling somewhat sorry for herself. 
They covered her with a thick soft blanket and climbed into the big bed.  The
snuggling went on for some time, interspersed with giggling and wrestling.  At
one point Monica said, “Maybe we should call her Kitten.  She’s such a cute
little pet.”

Cole responded,
“Kitten it is.  Maybe the mysterious Mr. Toriuchi will let us keep her. In the
morning, let’s make her come.  If she’s good, that is.”

Jennifer
experienced an odd sensation.  Instead of being angry or frustrated, she felt
as if she belonged.  It was pleasantly warm under the blanket and she drifted
off to sleep feeling like someone truly cared for her and understood her need
to serve.  It was impossible to masturbate effectively without the use of her
hands, so she decided to simply go to sleep.  The possibility of an orgasm in
the morning kept her aroused and she dreamed repeatedly of being taken by an
assortment of strong, dominant men.

Cole awakened
first and got out of bed right away to head for the bathroom and see to his
morning preparations.  A hot shower worked wonders.  When he was fully dressed,
he woke Monica and waited until he was sure she was fully awake before he went
off to fix breakfast.

Monica waited a
minute to collect her thoughts, then got out of bed and went directly to the
sleeping Jennifer.  “Wake up Kitten.  You sexy little slave girl.  You still
belong to us for another four hours.  Get up and come into the shower with me.”

Monica unfastened
the restraints and Jennifer reached up for a hug.  They held each other for a
minute, then Monica pulled her into the bathroom.  Both women got into the
large shower stall and Monica adjusted the water to a nice steaming
temperature.  She ordered Jennifer to perform the servant’s task of washing the
Mistress.  Jennifer loved soaping and fondling Monica’s breasts the most.  They
seemed so large and sexy compared to her own.  When Monica was clean, she did
the same for Jennifer, ordering her to assume various humiliating positions and
not allowing her to move when her sensitive parts were pinched and spanked. 

They were both
terribly horny by the time they went into the kitchen where Cole had prepared
perfect blueberry pancakes.  Monica was wearing a red velvet robe and Jennifer
was allowed only a pair of skimpy black panties to hide her shaved pubis. 
Everyone noticed that Jennifer’s nipples were hard in spite of the warm air in
the house.

Jennifer was
ordered to sit at the table and her hands were restrained behind the chair. 
Cole and Monica took turns feeding her from their plates as if she were their
special pet.  Occasionally, when the urge struck, they would stroke her hair or
breasts.

After a satisfying
breakfast, Monica and Cole retired to the living room while Jennifer silently
took care of the breakfast dishes.  She didn’t mind a bit.  In fact, she
relished the chance to serve in a useful way instead of simply soaking up
erotic energy from her dominant playmates.  When she was finished, she joined
them in the living room, sitting down on the floor like a well-mannered puppy.

Cole told Jennifer
to kneel on the floor in front of him and he massaged the back of her neck
rather forcefully with his right hand and reached around with his left to
caress her breasts.  This had the effect of intensifying her submissive
feelings and in a few minutes, she was ready to do whatever he asked of her. 
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Monica had slipped her hand inside
her robe and was apparently stroking herself surreptitiously.

“Time to take our
little pet into the dungeon. I think I know what she needs,” he said with a
knowing smile.  This was not a moment too soon for either of the women who were
both feeling almost irritable from their intense sexual need.

Cole placed a
narrow leather collar on Jennifer’s small sensuous neck, then attached a
leather leash and led her down to the dungeon with Monica following.  He turned
on the spotlights that illuminated the center part of the room and guided
Jennifer under the lights.  Unsnapping the leash from her collar, he moved back
to look at her and plan his next move.

“Place your hands
on the back of your neck, keep your chin up and your eyes down,” he ordered. 
He studied her form, taking in the beautiful long hair and the delicate jawline
which was nicely set off by the black collar.  The strong lights accented her
exotic features and petite, but nicely rounded figure.  Monica moved against
him and he could hear that she was already breathing a bit harder than she
should be as she also studied their sexy friend. 

Jennifer felt like
she was in a dream.  She hadn’t spoken a word since the night before.  The
delicious torment of being stimulated, then forbidden to climax left her in an
almost impenetrable mental haze.  All her submissive fantasies seemed to lead
up to this moment.  Standing before her dominant friends in a collar and black
panties seemed the most natural thing in the world.  Her posture invited them
to use her in any way that they wished.

“Monica, go kneel
in front of our little pet and pull down her panties very slowly.”

Jennifer shivered
when she heard the order.  She was already looking down, past her own swollen
nipples.  She saw Monica take her assigned station before her and reach up to
stroke the lovely dark skin above the black panties.  Jennifer struggled to
keep her hands on her neck as she felt the delicate fingers hook into the
waistband and start the panties inexorably on their way down.   She closed her
eyes as the panties descended past her bare pubis and small, shapely bottom. 

Cole noticed that
both women had their mouths open and their eyes closed.  He simply waited and
enjoyed the show as Monica slid the panties down ever so slowly.  When the
panties reached the floor.  Monica said, “step out of them Kitten.”  Then she
placed a soft kiss just above Jennifer’s throbbing clitoris.

He spoke in a
deep, official sounding voice, “OK ladies, it’s time for our little
slave-girl-in-training to undergo the final test.  We need to determine how
many orgasms she is capable of having.  She needs to be blindfolded please,
Monica.  Then bring her over to the sling.”

Jennifer could see
the black leather sling attached to the ceiling in one corner of the room.  The
thought of being suspended there helplessly while she was used made the slick
moisture gather on her delicate cuntlips which had been tingling insistently
for hours.  When the padded black leather blindfold was held in place by its
elastic band, she was no longer sure who was touching her.  Someone helped her
onto the leather sling and lifted her legs so that leather cuffs could be
placed around her ankles to keep her legs inalterably raised and spread as
widely as possible.