Submission in Seattle (10 page)

Except for a spill
of light from the stairway, the main room which he called the dungeon was dimly
lit by one small lamp in a corner.  He had Monica sit on a straight wooden
chair just inside the room while he buckled on the soft black leather wrist and
ankle cuffs. When he turned out the stairway light, there was just enough light
for him to guide Monica to the center of the room and they stepped up onto the
platform supporting the spanking horse.

Cole positioned
her with her hips against the rounded top of the horse and her feet outside the
bases of the two upright supports.  The suspended wooden bar was just before
her at waist level.  He fastened the ankle cuffs to the recessed hooks in the
platform which held her legs widely, but comfortably splayed.  Then he asked
her to hold her hands out near the bar so that he could attach the wrist cuffs
to eye screws that were set into the bar, about four feet apart.

“Hold them still,
Little One.  Be a good slave for me.”

As she held her
arms out, it became apparent that the pink blanket was wrapped securely enough
to stay up by itself.  When her wrist cuffs were attached to the bar she had
just enough freedom of movement to grasp the bar with her hands.  It helped to
support some of her weight as she bent part way over the horse.

Cole bent to kiss
her neck and pretty bare shoulders.  The gentle stimulation made her quiver
with anticipation.  He smelled her perfume again and felt his cock harden
slightly.  Reaching around to where the pink blanket was tucked in on her right
side, he loosened it, then pulled it free with a dramatic flourish.  The red
panties were still there, but the color was subdued in the dim light. 

Quickly retrieving
an inch wide leather belt, he buckled it loosely around her waist and pressed
her forward over the padded pedestal.  Then he attached one end of a short
cargo strap to a metal ring at the center of the belt and the other end to the
platform directly below.

“This is going to
pull you down now, don’t fight it Little One.”

Pulling on the
free end of the strap removed the slack along with Monica’s freedom to
straighten up.  She was now bent over the horse in a classic punishment
position except that her wrists were attached to the hanging bar.

He walked over to
the wall and turned the control for the two overhead spotlights.  She was suddenly
bathed in warm light that created dramatic shadows around her body.  Her ribs
were sharply defined and her upper back now showed the muscles that resulted
from her hard work in the gym.  Her well-shaped hips, nicely arched back and
widely spread legs invited him to use her.

Monica was
thrilled at the vulnerable position her master had orchestrated.  Her bottom
was displayed nicely for spanking and she thought there was a distinct
possibility that she could be penetrated from behind if master was the right
height.  The bar allowed her to support her torso reasonably well, so she felt
like she could hold this position for a while, especially if her master asked
it of her.  The submissive part of her personality was being fulfilled in a
manner that she had dreamed of since adolescence.  Giving up control to someone
she trusted was the ultimate aphrodisiac and the need within her was increasing
with each passing minute.

What Cole noticed
most was the way that her sensitive breasts dangled beneath her like perfectly
ripe fruit waiting to be exploited.  Her chest muscles were nicely stretched by
the extended position of her arms along the bar and it did mischievous things
to the sexy shape of her slightly tanned tits.

Kneeling on the
platform beside her, he reached up to fondle her chest.  He began to delicately
trace the curves and brush against her nipples.

“Hold still for
me, little slut girl.” he said.  Her back became slightly more rigid as she
fought the desire to wiggle away from his hands.

“I love your
tits.  I could do this all night.  You wouldn’t mind would you?”

“No Master. 
Please do it as long as you like.”  She did love it, but her bottom and sex
were tingling with the anticipation of more attention.

His hands
gradually began to grasp her more roughly, twisting and squeezing her delicate
flesh.  Reaching into his pocket, he took out two wooden clothespins and deftly
placed them onto her sensitive nipples.

Monica’s eyes
opened wider.  “Those have really strong springs!” she thought as the stinging
changed to a warm glow in her breasts.

“Oooh, Master,
those are very tight!”

“Yes I know,
Little One.  I enjoy hurting you and I enjoy seeing you in this position. You
look very beautiful. It’s time to move on, though.  Are you ready to take some
real pain for me?”

“Yes Sir, I’ll
accept anything you want to do to me.”  She hoped that would include a serious
spanking, since their previous session had only given her a taste of what she
wanted.

Cole moved around
behind and gazed down at her flawless hips and her ass with its well-developed
muscles beneath a thin layer of sexy padding.  She’ll be able to take a lot of
punishment, he thought.  The lacy red panties now stood out brightly in the
spotlights and he started stroking the satin material.  He pressed his still
clothed groin against her ass and reached around to run his hands along her
ribs and abdomen.  Some of her beautiful brown hair was hanging down below, so
he gathered it up and placed it reverently on her back where it reached over
half way to her waist.

Monica felt
herself slipping into the same strange mental state that she experienced the
last time they played.  She desperately wanted to make herself available to her
master in any way possible, but he had chosen this vulnerable position for her
and there were no decisions to make.  Her ass, tits and cunt were firmly
positioned for her master to ravish at will.

She felt her
master begin stroking her already eager pussy through the satin panties and the
familiar feeling of swelling sexual desire in her private parts grew stronger. 
He cupped her vulva and gently squeezed repeatedly.  Suddenly, he slid the
panties down her thighs, then ripped them away, leaving her totally exposed and
defenseless.  He knelt down and blew a stream of cool air onto her hot cunt. 

“Please Master,
fuck me now!” She desperately wanted him to touch her again, but he stood up
and took a step back.

The spanking of
her naked buttocks began slowly.  Cole alternated light and moderate slaps with
gentle fingernail scratches and kisses.  The intensity built up slowly for over
10 minutes. He had learned the night before that a hand spanking had a very
limited effect on her, so he stepped over to a low table and selected a leather
strap from the pile of kinky toys.

The strap was
eighteen inches long and almost two inches wide with a six inch wooden handle.
His first stroke went straight across both buttocks just above the lower
crease.  His aim proved to be excellent and she inhaled sharply with the shock
of this new stimulation.  A two inch wide red rectangle appeared on her
delicate skin.

“Breathe, Little
One.  I’ll give you some time between strokes.  I don’t want you safewording
before I’ve had my fun,”  he said with a lecherous grin.

Cole proceeded to
strap her adorably rounded bottom with gradually increasing vigor.  Both cheeks
became a bright cherry red as he carefully distributed the strokes over the
entire surface.  Monica was breathing hard and making little short moaning
sounds in a way that he found very appealing.   He stopped the strapping for a
few minutes to gently probe her smooth, nicely displayed cunt.  He was not at
all surprised to find that she was very wet.  A minute of labia pinching and
clit rubbing was all it took to drive her into a pre-orgasmic thrusting.  With
her hips held firmly down against the padded top, she could barely move and she
had to accept whatever he wanted to do.

“Please Master,
can I come now?” she begged.

In a calm,
comforting voice he said “I’ll bet you’d like to Little One, but not right
now.  Your Master will decide when you can come.”  He teased her clitoris just
enough to keep her on the verge of coming for another few minutes, then removed
his hand from her sensitive button and resumed the strapping. 

She was panting
now and she felt as if her body below the waist was burning and pulsating in
time with her heartbeat.  She longed for her master’s touch on her clit and the
feel of his hard cock inside her.  Applied slowly and at regular intervals,
each lash of the heavy strap propelled her into a higher state of arousal.  The
timing of the strokes was perfect and she had a mental image of herself as a
girl on a swing, with the height of her travel increasing each time her helper
gave her another push.

After a total of about
twenty strokes, faint purple lines began to appear where heavy strokes had
overlapped.  He decided that this was enough.  His own sexual arousal could not
be ignored much longer.

“You’ve taken
twenty good strokes of the strap, Little One.  I’m very proud of you.  I have
something else in mind now.  Cole moved around in front and seized the free
ends of the black cargo straps supporting the bar.  Pulling on the two straps
carefully, he hoisted the bar toward the ceiling.  Her arms were pulled upward
and slightly backwards, lifting her torso until the waist belt allowed no
further movement.  Her upper body was now in a position somewhat akin to a swan
dive, but her lower body was still firmly pressed against the small spanking
horse.

The change in position
caused a tingle of pain in her nipples, where the forgotten clothespins were
still firmly clamped.  “Oh God” she gasped.  Her nipples seemed to have a
direct connection to her clit and the burning sensation of the clothespins was
duplicated there.  This was her first experience with serious breast play and
she found it highly stimulating.  She could tell that she was no longer
thinking clearly and her vision seemed to be fogged by her desperate need for
an orgasm to relieve the burning tension in her body.

The spotlights now
illuminated her torso as if it were a Greek statue made of fine marble.  Her
muscles stood out all along her shoulders and abdomen.   Best of all, thought
Cole, her breasts were thrust out in a most provocative manner.  If it weren’t
for the clothespins, she would be a fine copy of a hood ornament he had once
seen on an antique luxury car.

He removed his
jeans and shorts while he gazed at the beautiful piece of living erotic art
fixed helplessly in the spotlights.

“I’m going to hurt
you again, Little One.  You know how I enjoy that.” he said in his soft
seductive voice.  She was so aroused that she couldn’t reply for a moment until
her mind cleared slightly.

“I need it
Master.  Just let me come soon, please?”

Ignoring her plea,
he said, “Here, Little One, we’d better take these clothespins off.  This will
hurt for a minute.”  He reached up and swiftly removed both clothespins from
her nipples which had now been firmly compressed for almost 30 minutes.

As the blood
rushed back into the abused nipples, twin bursts of pain flared and were again
relayed to her clitoris.  She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to scream. 
Cole placed his hand firmly over her mouth to save his eardrums and succeeded
in reducing the volume considerably. He waited about thirty seconds for the
pain to become more tolerable, then he began delicately licking the now
hypersensitive nipples.

The intense
stimulation was more than Monica could take.  Only the leather restraints kept
her from pulling away.  Her overloaded brain tried to channel the input into an
orgasm, but her master would not provide the proper touch that would allow her
to climax.  All she could do was accept what he wanted to do to her.  As her
foggy brain realized this, she sank into the deepest state of submission that
she had yet experienced.  Instead of pulling away, she now thrust her breasts
forward for her master’s pleasure.  She looked down at him and realized that he
was getting great pleasure from this too.  A feeling of great clarity and
satisfaction settled over her.  In a sudden insight, she realized that this was
the role she was born to play.

When he tired of
the gentle touching and licking, he gradually got rougher, pulling, twisting
and squeezing her delicate breasts.  He loved the soft texture of the skin and
the way they returned to their pretty, curved shapes when he released them. 
Her distended nipples were places where strong inputs could be sent directly to
her brain.  It gave him an arousing feeling of power and control.