Room 54 - Book Three of 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 wasn’t sure what time it was. Rolling onto her front, she winced as her bruised tits brushed the soft bedding.

‘Good morning.’

Jess sat bolt upright.

Miss Sarah was observing her with her usual collected calm. ‘Mrs Peters thought it best you be allowed to sleep in after your recent experiences. She did stress, however, that I should tell you this is a one-off. In future you will receive no exemption from your stated start time of employment at Fables, in whatever capacity.’

Heavy from her deep sleep, Jess said, ‘Yes Miss Sarah,’ without really registering what her superior was saying.

‘I trust you found my bed comfortable?’

‘Your bed?’ Looking around her properly for the first time Jess suddenly recognised the coffee-coloured duvet and the surroundings. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise. I hope you haven’t been inconvenienced.’

The other woman shrugged dismissively, ‘I was entertaining an all night guest.’

Conscious of her naked chest, Jess pulled the duvet up over herself, making Miss Sarah snort with laughter, ‘Honestly, I’ve seen it all before. Get up and shower, we need to squeeze an extra exercise session in before you get to your desk.’

‘Yes, Miss Sarah.’ Jess ached all over, the very last thing she wanted was exercise, but she was too tired to argue. It would be pointless anyway.

Jess let the shower jets soak into her, un-knotting the tension from her frame, and easing away the strain of the evening before. It had been strange, brutal even, but she knew, in a way she couldn’t explain, that she’d enjoyed it. It had also been confusing. She simply could not work out the other women who worked on the fifth floor. Why did they take such delight in tormenting her, get so obsessed with punishing her when she failed to meet their over the top expectations, make out they hated her, and then in the next moment treat her with unexpected kindness? None of it made sense.

Reluctantly returning to the bedroom, wrapped in nothing but a huge bath sheet, Jess saw that Miss Sarah had prepared the room for the exercise session by pushing as much of the furniture back against the walls as possible.

‘Your clothes were tracked down.’ Miss Sarah gestured to a neatly folded pile on the stool near the dressing table, ‘Come and stand over here.’

Moving slowly, Jess stood as instructed, just in front of the dominatrix.

‘Now let’s have that towel.’ Miss Sarah took the bath sheet and stood back to critically examine the figure before her. ‘Our work is paying off already. Your shape is improving almost daily. You’ve definitely lost that puppy fat you were clinging to, and your waist is trimmer.’

Feeling perversely pleased at the comments of the older woman, Jess kept still as Miss Sarah brought her hands to her breasts. ‘And best of all,’ Miss Sarah held her tits as if they were prized melons, ‘we have managed to keep your chest its original size.’

Jess couldn’t contain a sigh as her companion allowed the little finger of each hand to stray teasingly over her nipples.

‘Down to business.’ Miss Sarah clapped her hands and sat on her bedside stool, ‘You will jog on the spot until I tell you to stop.’

‘Please, Miss Sarah, I’m very tired, and I have so much work to catch up on, could we leave our exercises today? You did say I was doing well.’

‘I did,’ Miss Sarah’s kind tone changed to one that bristled with disappointment, ‘but we have targets to keep, child, and I believe you know as well as I do how unwise it is not to do as you are told here. Honestly, it’s almost as if you have a taste for being chastised.’

Shocked that anyone should think she wanted their bizarre brand of discipline, and then wondering if perhaps Miss Sarah was right, Jess took a deep breath and, with a meek dip of her head began to jog on the spot.

‘You see how delightfully her chest bounces as she jogs?’

Sam looked from Laura to the small screen in front of them and back again, trying to detect something more than professional appreciation in her voice, but failed. Determined to sound equally detached from the vision before him, he replied, ‘She seems perfectly proportioned to me, why the fitness routine?’

‘Miss Sanders has been encouraged in the belief that we are getting rid of her puppy fat, but really the routine is to instil in her a greater sense of discipline, obedience and stamina, all vital components in this job.’

Sam tried not to show his reaction as he witnessed, via the computer screen, the young girl being turned around and told to touch her toes. ‘Her breasts and backside are rather bruised. Does that mean she isn’t always as well behaved as this?’

‘For a new girl she is doing well. But if you tell anyone I said that, there’ll be trouble.’ Laura got up from where she’d been sat, and stood behind her guest. His gorgeous torso was bare, and Laura couldn’t resist running her hands over the toned flesh. He was still wearing his black combats, and Laura could see how hard his cock was beneath them.

On the screen before them, Jess’s position had been altered again. sitting on the floor, her hands on her head, a look of total helplessness was etched on her face. ‘Miss Sarah will sit down over the girl’s legs now – yes, I thought so.’ Laura spoke with the confidence of a boss satisfied with her workforce, ‘This next exercise provides Miss Sanders with an incentive to keep going, however tired her body is.’

Sam watched, open mouthed, as Jess forced her tired frame up for the first sit up, close enough to Miss Sarah to be rewarded by a waiting tongue that lapped at the very tip of one breast. He didn’t dare comment, and for the first time since he’d been escorted from the taxi directly to Laura Peters’ private quarters, he felt his resolve to remain in mental control begin to slip.

He’d also been determined to stay in physical control, but that had been a battle Sam had lost almost immediately. Laura has been ready and waiting for him. Dressed in an exquisitely low cut green dress, her hair piled into a high ponytail, her feet bare, she had greeted him formally in Lee’s presence. Once the barman had been dismissed however, the air in the room had positively prickled with static electricity. Her hands had come to his chest, and wasting no time in pulling off his shirt, she’d pushed him back onto a wooden seat. Tying his unresisting hands behind his back, Laura had explained there was something she’d like to show him. The “something” had turned out to be a film of Jess Sanders and the barman having a training session in the school room.

Sam wasn’t sure how he hadn’t come there and then at the sight of Laura on the screen, naked but for a billowing teacher’s gown, orchestrating some very interesting S&M sex. Yet he was determined to prove to her, (and himself) that, despite being held captive by her yet again, he was no slave.

With the changing of the screen to show live coverage of Jess enduring a more physical workout, and the gentle pressure of Laura’s fingers, Sam wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without begging to have his cock released, sucked and fucked.

Although there was no sound coming from the webcam, Sam could tell that the new girl was panting, and he imagined groans and sighs coming from her mouth as she pushed her muscles harder just for the bliss of Miss Sarah’s tongue on her chest. Eventually though, the clerk collapsed back, and Sam found he was holding his breath, willing her to get up and keep going. The sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin looked good enough to eat, and Sam felt her combined defeat and disappointment as Miss Sarah stood up, signalling the end of that exercise.

‘Watch carefully. You’ll like this bit.’ Laura whispered in his ear, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of his neck, her right hand cupping his crotch and squeezing hard. ‘I see you find Miss Sanders as fascinating as I do. This is good news.’

Sam watched as Miss Sarah produced a pair of love balls. They were obviously familiar to the girl, for she had parted her legs without being asked, and visibly clenched her teeth while the older woman took her time placing them inside her. Then, Jess was pulled to her feet and forced to stand with her arms outstretched and her legs apart.

‘Her task is to stay perfectly motionless. The balls must not fall out, and she must not come, even though every inch of her must want to. It will require her to have excellent physical and mental discipline.’

Aware that his voice was rather more hoarse than usual, Sam asked, ‘And if she fails and they fall out?’

‘She’ll face more correction.’ Laura’s eyes narrowed. ‘Which reminds me, you are facing punishment for not accompanying Lee straight away.’

‘Come off it, Laura! I do have a life you know. You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to come running. And anyway, what do you call this if it isn’t punishment?’ Sam gestured the best he could in his captive state.

‘Oh this is just fun, darling, but I tell you what; if you manage not to come before Jess does, then I’ll forego the punishment I had planned for you, and you can help me administer it to her instead. OK?’

The girl was so close; there was no way he could lose. The thought of being able to play with both her and Laura filled Sam’s head as he readily agreed.

‘Good.’ Laura undid his hands and told him to stand and take off his combats, which he did with great speed, his dick sticking out of the top of his boxers, its tip glistening.

Turning the volume up on the webcam, the room was flooded with the sounds of Jess’s struggle to manage her breathing and delay her climax.

Sam had to concede that ensuring he could hear the girl’s pleasurable torment was a clever move, as it added to his own growing desire.

Slipping off her dress, Laura turned the artist so she could see the screen while he buried his face between her breasts. As he feasted on her, Laura slipped her hand inside his boxers and wrapping her palm around his length, placed her thumb over his tip, and slowly caressed his cock.

Sam moaned softly into her flesh, trying his best to block out the sound of Jess in the background, who thanks to Miss Sarah’s commanding voice, he knew to be on her hands and knees awaiting the next stage of her instruction.

‘As you are busy and cannot see the screen, perhaps I should give you a running commentary, I’d hate you to miss anything.’ Laura kept her voice level, not betraying how quickly Sam had enflamed her own body as he worked his tongue across her tits, his hands finding her hips.

The artist wanted to tell her not to, as it would only decrease his chances of winning, but he also felt a morbid curiosity to know what was happening. The images in his head couldn’t have been any more lurid than those on the screen anyway.

‘Miss Sanders is on the floor on all fours, and I can see the string of the love balls hanging from her pussy. Her arms are shaking with the effort of supporting herself, and her chest is swaying as it hangs down. There is something about that girl’s breasts, don’t you think? They simply scream to be smacked and then kissed better...’

Sam murmured into her flesh, trying to ignore the intense sensations swimming towards his groin.

‘... Miss Sarah obviously enjoys them as well, for she has instructed the girl to stay immobile while she crawls beneath her. It looks as though Miss Sarah has decided she wants some fun of her own, she’s taking her top off ...’

Squeezing his eyes shut, Sam struggled not to turn and look at the screen. The pressure on his cock remained steady, and he could feel the need to come rising in the pit of his stomach.

‘... Miss Sarah is naked. I knew from the moment I saw her six months ago that she was a woman who’d be a boon to the fifth floor. If anything, she’s even more beautiful these days than she was then. She’s lying beneath Miss Sanders and...’ For the first time Laura faltered, her own body’s craving for an orgasm flashing through her as Sam’s hands slid to her clit. Taking a calming breath, she continued, ‘... her lips have attached themselves to Jess’s right tit, and a hand has snaked itself between her legs. Jess is close, I can see her trying to stay motionless, but her hips are rocking, and if you listen hard, Sam, you’ll be able to hear her panting.’

Sam tried not to listen, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to hear, needed to know that Jess was going to crack before he did.

‘... Miss Sarah has swapped her mouth to the other tit, but is keeping up the attention on the right one with her hands. I confess I’m impressed. With the love balls in place I would have expected Jess to have come by now. I bet she’s clenching her channel like mad so they don’t fall out. They’re probably slipping around inside her. You can tell by looking at the sheen on the top of her legs, that she’s incredibly wet ...’

Searching desperately for a way of both distracting Laura and breaking the tension that consumed his body, Sam said, ‘Do you realise that when you’re turned on, you stop calling your clerk by her surname, and start calling her Jess?’ Then he bit Laura’s nipple hard, making her yelp and break off her commentary. He’d hoped it would make her cross, and deflect the steady rhythm of the hand on his cock. Instead Laura swiftly digested his observation of her possible weakness, before his hand raked across her body, allowing herself a moment’s physical gratification, and a purr of arousal escaped her lips.

It was the purr that was Sam’s undoing. He’d withstood days of waiting for her to call, being tied, taunted, and forced to watch live eroticism, but the combination of Laura’s hand, and the sound of her arousal was too much for him. Against the background of Jess’s heavy laboured breathing and Laura’s sighs, Sam shot his load into Laura’s busy fist.

‘Oh I am sorry, Sam.’ Mrs Peters did not sound sorry at all. ‘You lost.’ She physically twisted his face back to the computer screen. ‘Jess is about to climax. Watch.’

He observed as Miss Sarah shuffled so that she was laying full length under the clerk, then, as Jess’s moans turned to pleas, she yanked out the love balls, and stuck her mouth over the girls sopping pussy. With a cry of release, Jess shuddered against the tongue, her arms shaking so much that she collapsed onto her tormentor, who quickly ordered her to lick her in return.

‘The perfect 69. I’m going to have to keep an eye on those two. They seem to be getting on rather better than is professionally advisable.’ Laura spoke thoughtfully, tapping off the screen, ‘You lost, Samuel Wheeler, while Miss Sanders grows in her abilities every day. Maybe it’s because she has accepted her submissive status, even if she won’t say so out loud. Something you need to learn to do.’