The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy

Published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2012

Copyright © Kay Jaybee 2011

The story contained within this book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One

Jess couldn’t disguise the wince as she sat down. The bruises she’d received the previous day were blooming across her flesh, and a matching flush of shame covered her face as she saw Lee hasten past her office door.

Switching her computer on, Jess daren’t lift her eyes from the screen, not wanting to accept the quiet need she had recognised in Lee’s expression. A need she had glimpsed gaping back at her from her reflection in the bathroom mirror that morning.

As Jess blindly stared at an email request for an accommodation booking, she nervously wondered where Mrs Peters was. There was a fascinating darkness surrounding her boss, something dangerous and new, and she feared, addictive. Jess had no doubt that she should get a million miles away from her; from the whole place. Yet here she was, back at her desk, her pulse hammering a little too fast, and her palms clammy, as if she was waiting for something to happen, which if she was honest with herself she was.

Forcing herself to concentrate on the monitor, Jess did her best to close her mind to the events that had dominated her brief period of employment at the Fables. She had almost succeeded in focusing on her work, when a sharp voice made her jump, ‘I would like you to place a call for me, Miss Sanders.’

Mrs Peters had an expression of mild amusement on her face as she observed the clerk’s red cheeks turn a deeper crimson. A frisson of anticipation ran through the manageress at the thought of what she had in store for the new girl over the coming weeks. Lessons that would ultimately help Miss Sanders fulfil her role as the new assistant on the fifth floor.

‘A call?’

‘To this gentleman.’ Laura passed Sam Wheeler’s business card over to Jess, and folded her arms impatiently as the clerk fumbled over the telephone keypad.

Holding the receiver to her ear, Jess waited for the call to be picked up, ‘Mr Wheeler?’ Jess paused while she listened for the required confirmation, ‘I have a Mrs Laura Peters for you, sir, one moment please.’

Jess passed the phone to Mrs Peters, who without pausing to exchange any sort of greeting, spoke into the receiver. ‘Lovely picture thank you.’ Hanging up before Sam had a chance to say anything at all, she handed the phone back to the clerk. Mrs Peters’ face gave nothing away as she left the room, leaving Jess physically shaking in her chair. She’d expected to be told to accompany her employer, to be instructed to observe or take part in some event on the fifth floor. Jess was shocked to realise that not only was she disappointed to have been left behind, but her body had already gone into arousal overdrive.

Taking a draft of water from the bottle on her desk, she took some calming breaths, trying to ignore her slick pussy and tight breasts, telling herself not to be so stupid. Yet, while she had been mentally preparing herself for almost anything, Jess hadn’t been prepared for nothing. The tiny element of concentration she’d had evaporated into thin air, as she realised with increasing frustration that she had acted exactly as Mrs Peters had intended.

Lee opened his eyes as commanded and stared directly at the floor below him. His arms and legs ached, but he said nothing. Complaining to Miss Sarah was always a waste of breath.

She stood in the dim candlelight of the dusty dungeon, freshly attired in black patent thigh-length boots, a lace-up black basque, and nothing else. Her long hair hung around her shoulders, and, as she dropped the whip she’d been using to punish Lee’s backside, she bent forward to kiss the worst of his bruises.

The Medieval-style wooden rack, against which the barman was tied, was already at half stretch, but Miss Sarah hadn’t finished with him yet. Lee bit back a whimper as his arms were pulled another half centimetre forward while, face down, his torso remained captured by a series of thick leather straps across his back.

‘You are getting accustomed to this, young man.’ Miss Sarah reached a hand through a gap in the framework to stroke his cock, causing Lee to let out an involuntary moan of longing.

In response, Miss Sarah pinched his tip, making him cry out in shock, ‘I think you enjoy my rehearsals in the dungeon better than some of my clients enjoy the real thing.’ She picked the whip back up, and began to trace the end over his blotched arse.

A click behind her alerted the dominatrix to the opening of the door. She inclined her head in greeting as Mrs Peters entered Room 50. ‘I hope you will excuse the intrusion. I wondered how Master Philips was composing himself today.’ Laura approached the trussed barman, smoothing a palm across his tacky forehead. ‘Very good I see. Better than our new little secretary. She is a nervous wreck, and it seems, can’t wait for the next lesson. The silly girl hasn’t yet worked out that waiting
is
her next lesson.’ Gesturing for Miss Sarah to continue with her pseudo-torture, she said, ‘I confess I find her a curious creature, and hope we can get through this period of inactivity fairly quickly.’

Miss Sarah said nothing, but the involuntary raise of an eyebrow gave her surprise at her superior’s impatience away.

‘I see you are confused by my interest in the young woman.’ Laura danced her fingers over Lee, enjoying the increasing quiver of his flesh.

‘Yes, madam.’ Miss Sarah lowered her eyes a little, sensible of the requirement to appear at least slightly meek in the company of her employer. After all, it had only been six months since she had been the new girl at the whim of Mrs Peters’ particular brand of education. Miss Sarah had known she was born to this life however, and hadn’t batted an eyelid when Mrs Peters approached her while she worked in Reception.

‘You must watch the recordings I have been making of Miss Sanders progress. She is naive and intensely curious, as well as naturally submissive.’ Mrs Peters sighed, ‘She is, however, still in possession of more of her teenage puppy fat than many of our clients would like. A shame to give in to modern ideas about weight, but the paying customer is always right, I suppose. I am sure I can rely on you to construct a suitable and rewarding exercise programme for her.’

Sarah smiled sardonically, ‘It’ll be a pleasure,’ she said, before she brought her attention back to Lee’s arms and turned the cogs that stretched them out one more notch. Despite all his training, Lee began to whimper almost imperceptible words of purposeful frustration. Laura, taking no notice of his discomfort, trailed her fingers through the dark hairs that surrounded his rigid cock. ‘Master Philips, I imagine Miss Sarah told you to remain silent.’

On a nod from Mrs Peters, the dungeon mistress brought the whip back down on to Lee’s arse, just as her boss wrapped a palm around his solid shaft, squeezing it firmly.

With an immense groan of relief and defeat, Lee’s body shuddered to an illegal climax, spunking his load across the wooden floor below him.

Miss Sarah didn’t raise her voice; her tone of disapproval was enough to send ripples of delicious fear through Lee’s skin. ‘That was unfortunate.’ She turned to Mrs Peters, ‘I must apologise for that pitiful display, madam. After your kind words about his self-control Master Philips has disgraced himself.’

Laura’s face remained passive as she regarded her assistant, ‘I suggest you release him and make him clean up the mess he’s made.’

Miss Sarah, her own colour heightening as she wondered if Mrs Peters blamed her for the boys’ failure, took out her uncertainty on Lee. Unstrapping her prisoner, she pointed to the floor, ‘You will lick that up.’

Lee swayed as he stood next to the rack. He almost protested, but thinking better of it, crawled under the racks frame, and began to scoop up his spent come with his tongue.

Satisfied that Lee was doing as he was told, Laura turned to Miss Sarah. ‘And how are you holding up, Miss Sarah?’ Laura slid a hand between her employee’s naked thighs, ‘Managing to control your own desires adequately I hope?’

Keeping her eyes fixed on Lee, Miss Sarah invisibly swallowed her reactions as the expert fingers manipulated her clit. ‘I believe I am keeping my needs in check, Madam.’

‘Well done, Miss Sarah,’ The manageress, her own well practised detachment in operation, rubbed the juice on her fingertips together, before pushing a digit up inside the dominatrix. ‘I can see my training, and your continuing position on the fifth floor, have taught you far more self-discipline than many of your predecessors ever achieved.’

‘Thank you, Mrs Peters.’ Miss Sarah spoke carefully, aware that her liquid was running freely now, and she had to work hard on not pushing herself down on the frustratingly thin finger that was circling her opening.

‘I believe you should be rewarded for your services.’ Laura, still speaking as though she felt nothing but professional pride, moved her hand away, and began to undo her colleague’s basque, freeing her squashed tits. She looked at them critically, ‘Forgive me, I’d forgotten how beautiful they are.’

Turning her attention back to the grovelling barman Laura said, ‘That will do, Master Philips.’

Lee sat up on his haunches, semen smeared around his mouth and chin.

‘Sit here please.’ Laura pointed to a chair she’d had designed especially for the dungeon. Its solid seat was interrupted by the extrusion of an incredibly smooth dildo moulded into the wood, positioned at the perfect angle to be inserted into the anus of the person who sat on it. This, along with a series of attached multi-purpose straps and chains, made it the perfect addition to the room.

Moving carefully, Lee, amazed by what he was being allowed to witness, reached his hands obediently behind him and gingerly pulled open his wounded butt cheeks as, gulping back the initial gut wrenching feeling of invasion, he very slowly sodomised himself.

Once the barman was safely impaled, Mrs Peters caught hold of his arms, and pulled them behind him, securing them to the back of the chair with the chains provided for the purpose. Nodding with satisfaction, and understanding just how badly Lee would want to move, she said, ‘You will stay perfectly still.’

‘Yes, madam.’ Lee spoke through gritted teeth, his need to slide himself up and down against the wooden shaft clearly evident in the fast recovery rate of his cock, which poked hopefully towards the two women.

Miss Sarah’s eyes widened, betraying the first faint signs of her own cravings, as her boss took her left nipple between her fingers, and pinched it hard.

‘Very good.’ Mrs Peters pinched the other one much harder, waiting for a visible reaction. ‘Again I’m impressed. But what will happen when I do this?’ The manageress bent to her colleague and engulfed her right nipple in her mouth, lightly flicking her tongue over and around the dark brown teat. As she worked, Laura could feel Sarah’s body stiffen and her breasts become taut, but still she didn’t move or make the slightest sound.

Changing her attention to the other nipple, Mrs Peters turned her licks to bites, grazing her teeth around the nipple, pulling the tip out as far as it would go.

The sound of a heavy grunt that filled the air, but it did not come from Miss Sarah, but from Lee, as he observed the show before him, his backside heavy and unbelievably full, his cock painfully hard and neglected.

Laura stood back and assessed the situation. This had already become a competition, and both women knew it. As Lee watched, he wondered how long it would take before Miss Sarah’s iron-clad resolve broke and Mrs Peters managed to reduce her to a begging mass. Or perhaps the younger woman would risk further punishment and win. He wouldn’t have liked to be betting on the outcome.

Miss Sarah’s feet remained perfectly planted against the dusty floor and her eyes remained lowered, as Laura went to retrieve some implements from a row of rather threatening looking hooks that ran the length of the dungeon walls. Each held an object of chastisement, torture, and devious pleasure.

Having selected two sharp toothed silver clamps, Mrs Peters steadily sucked Miss Sarah’s right nipple to a hot hard point, before snapping a clamp in place. The dungeon mistress bit her lips together, but no sound escaped as her left side received the same treatment, making her tits flush as the blood rushed around her globes in response to the assault. Then, unbuckling the straps that kept the rack horizontal, Mrs Peters pivoted it around, and secured it into its vertical position.

Understanding what was expected of her, Miss Sarah voluntarily stood within the racks confines, allowing her arms and legs to be strapped to its sides so that she was spread-eagled within the device in which she had “entertained” so many paying guests. ‘Magnificent.’ Mrs Peters kissed her full on the lips, squeezing the already abused breasts between her fingers.

This time Miss Sarah couldn’t help but utter a stifled groan of pain and desire, as sweat began to dot across her forehead.

Lee observed the smirk of satisfaction on Mrs Peters face as she collected a paddle from its hook and, moving behind Miss Sarah, began to smack it against her backside, while simultaneously reaching a hand around her waist, and scratching her clit with one fingernail.

The first noticeable quiver came after the fifth strike. Lee had been counting them, each slap resonating through his own body as he flinched in sympathy against the wooden dildo.

Taking her hand away from Miss Sarah’s pussy, Laura slipped her own dress from her shoulders. Totally naked, the manageress knelt and began to lick her tongue over the other woman’s nub.

This time the whine that escaped from the dungeon mistress’s mouth was clearly audible, and the familiar surge of power that kept Mrs Peters in this job shot down her spine as her companions resolve begin to crack. Poking her tongue faster into the slick pussy juice, she inched her hands up the flawless body, twisting the nipple clamps until Miss Sarah began to pant, and unbidden moisture gathered at the corner of her eyes. Lee could see how her clamped lips were held together and her stomach rose up and down swiftly, as Miss Sarah tried not to be defeated by her body’s craving for satisfaction.

As if coming out in sympathy with the dungeon’s latest victim, Lee began to pull hopelessly on his bindings, wishing he could wank himself to the climax he so badly needed. Abruptly he stopped. Mrs Peters was staring directly at him. The barman shrank back. He knew he would be punished for that later. His pulse raced even faster, as he wondered how.