Submission in Seattle (15 page)

Monica sat up and
started massaging his back.  “Master, do you think I could be your assistant,
like we talked about a few months ago?”

Face down on the
bed, Cole answered, “I’d love it and I think our customers would too.   Oooh,
rub that area some more.”

After a minute of
contemplation, Cole said, “I did have a request from someone new recently, but
I’ve been putting her off.  She’s very interesting, let me tell you about her.”

Striding through
the Seattle-Tacoma airport in her blue aircrew uniform, Captain Amanda Sumner
moved through the crowd like Moses parting the waters.  Seeing the serious look
on the tall pilot’s face, people moved out of her way without question.  They
assumed that she was probably on her way to command one of the long range
747-400’s waiting at one of the many gates for a flight across the Pacific.  In
actuality, she was an instructor pilot, who simply hitched a ride to Sea-Tac in
the jumpseat of a regular flight from Minneapolis.  There wasn’t a pilot in the
air who wouldn’t offer a professional courtesy ride to the attractive and
impressive Captain Sumner.  Indeed, many of them had been her students at one time
or another.

Her aristocratic
features were nicely framed by her auburn hair that she kept at slightly less
than shoulder length.  When she was working, she often pinned it up to look
more professional, but then her delicate neck was revealed which at least
partly defeated her purpose.  Her six foot frame moved with an unusual grace
and beneath her uniform was an attractively lean figure which on several
occasions had caused her to be mistaken for various woman athletes.

A small suitcase
trailed behind her on a collapsible cart as she made her way to the rental car
desk.  The clerk at the rental counter responded like a well trained soldier as
she snapped out her orders.  “I need a mid-sized car with a full tank and I
need it now, if you please.”  She tossed her car rental card onto the counter
and waited silently while the clerk conversed with his computer.

“Why don’t you
wait right here, ma’am?” the clerk said.  “I’ll have the car brought up to the
door so you don’t have to wait for the shuttle bus.”

Her car appeared
at the door within five minutes and she was soon immersed in the Saturday
afternoon madness of Seattle traffic.  She drove North on Interstate 5 and
turned right at Southcenter to follow I-405 along the Eastern shore of Lake
Washington.  Her driving demonstrated an uncanny precision as she instinctively
calculated the safest position in the traffic stream.

She took the
Parkway to an upscale neighborhood of large houses nearly hidden in a forest of
evergreens.   Finding the one she was looking for, she pulled into the private
driveway and parked her rental car near the front door.  Retrieving her
suitcase from the backseat, she carried it to the front door and rang the
bell.  The door was instantly opened halfway by a stunningly beautiful woman
with long curly brown hair who looked like she spent half her life maintaining
her hairstyle.  The woman peered around the door to examine the visitor.

“Hi, I’m here to
see Master Cole.”

As they made eye
contact, the woman said warmly, “Hi, you must be Amanda.  Please come in and
follow me.”

Amanda followed
her in and immediately noticed that the woman was wearing a most unusual
dress.  Her breasts were completely exposed in the style of ancient Minoan
women and her skirt was divided up the back all the way to the waist.  Amanda’s
nearly photographic memory immediately made the connection as she remembered
the dress from “The Story of O”.  The women of Roissy had worn dresses like
that to make themselves available to the men at all times.  If Amanda was
right, the dress would also be slit to the waist in front.

This has got to be
the famous Monica, she thought, as they made their way to one of the bedrooms. 
When they entered the spacious guest room, Monica turned around and Amanda
could see that the dress was indeed slit up the front to reveal her smooth
pubis.  On Monica the dress wasn’t the least bit tacky, she looked like she had
been born to wear it.

“Welcome to our
home, my name is Monica and I’m to help prepare you for your appointment later today.”

“Nice to finally
meet you.  Love the dress,” she said shyly as some of her professional demeanor
slipped away.  “Master Cole was lucky to find you.  And I’m lucky that he’s
still available.  You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I think I might
have some idea,” Monica said with a sly grin in her voice.  “Let’s get
started.  You have about two hours before your appointment and we need to get
you all cleaned up and relaxed.  Put your clothes over there and I’ll take care
of them.”

While Monica
filled the large tub, Amanda undressed, already feeling slightly submissive. 
She allowed Monica to take her by the hand and guide her to the large
triangular tub which was almost filled with hot water and heaps of bubbles. 
She entered the water slowly and was told to sit with her back to the room. 
She was handed a razor and told to shave herself in whatever manner she
preferred.  Monica pulled up a small stool, sat down behind her and started
massaging her shoulders. 

After several
minutes, while Amanda was shaving her legs, Monica turned a knob which started
gentle jets of hot water pulsing and shifting under the surface.  Amanda left
her pubic hair untouched.  The short auburn patch was soft and inviting, more a
decoration than a hindrance to access.

“Master Cole hates
the smell of cigarette smoke and you have a little in your hair.  Lean your
head back and I’ll wash it for you.”

Amanda was
becoming more and more relaxed as she let Monica take charge.  When the bath
was over, Amanda was told to stand still while Monica toweled her dry.  A small
hair dryer was used to dry her straight auburn hair while Monica used a comb to
curl a little shape into it.

Monica
complimented her as she worked, “Your hair is such a pretty color, I love that
light auburn.  It’s very striking with your blue eyes.”

When they were
finished, Monica told her to lay face down on the bed and buckled a pair of
leather cuffs on her wrists.  They were locked behind her back with a small
padlock.  Monica took a moment to study Amanda’s figure.  Although she had an
athletic physique, Amanda had very pretty hips which were slightly narrow and
well formed breasts that were just a bit small for her tall body.  Her stomach
was lean and hard from untold hours of exercise and her long, athletic legs
didn’t have an ounce of extra weight.  With her height, she could have been a
fashion model, but her facial features, while pleasant,  were not classically
beautiful.  Monica noticed distinct areas of paleness from a conservative
swimsuit, which she found rather charming.

Covering her with
a sheet and blanket, Monica told her warmly, “You have an hour to rest now. 
You can sleep if you like, I’ll wake you at the right time.”

Lying on her left
side, warm, naked and with her hands locked behind her, Amanda felt quite safe
and secure.  She drifted off into a light sleep marked by short dreams from her
past. 

Amanda Sumner
spent her childhood as a military brat with one younger brother.  Both of her
parents were Air Force officers and her life was in constant turmoil.   They
never stayed in one place for more than three years and on one occasion, they
moved twice in a single ten month period.  Many of the normal experiences of
childhood were missed.  Amanda had to grow up largely on her own, taking
responsibility not just for herself, but for her parent’s reputation.   She
knew that her parent’s chances for promotion depended to some degree on their
ability to keep their children from causing trouble on the base. 
Unfortunately, this did not always offset her headstrong nature.

The family still
loved to talk about the three years that they had been stationed at an airbase
in Southern England.  Amanda’s parents took advantage of the opportunity to
send their somewhat rebellious daughter to an English private school for girls.

They had hoped
that the strict discipline would help their daughter mature faster and in a way
it did.  She still dreamed of the day when she had been given the option of
being reported to her parents or receiving a spanking.  What could have been
merely an embarrassing memory turned into a serious relationship with a much
older man.  Contradicting the stereotype of the abusive male teacher, he turned
out to be a warm and caring friend.  She was almost eighteen when she graduated
with the equivalent of a high school diploma.  Her parents sent her back to the
states alone to attend college.  In many respects, Amanda was forced to assume
adult responsibilities before she had a chance to enjoy being a child. 

When she graduated
with a Bachelor’s degree in Aeronautical Engineering, she applied to the Air
Force and was accepted for pilot training.  When she left the Air Force six
years later, she was one of the top rated pilots of C141 Starlifters.  She
loved flying the massive military transports and would have continued, but she
was starting to realize that she needed something that was not going to be
available to her there.

Something in her
genes or in her childhood development caused her to crave sexual domination by
a man.  At age thirty three, her current job as an instructor pilot was only
making that need worse.  Riding herd on a class of egotistical student pilots
required her to maintain a dominant attitude full time.  If any of her students
smelled the slightest hint that she was submissive, it would cause serious
problems.  She was particularly wary with the foreign pilots, who had little
respect for women in general and deeply resented being under the control of a
woman instructor.

Fortunately, as a
civilian she had considerable freedom to explore on her own time.  Taking to
the internet, she discovered an online forum for people interested in dominance
and submission.  It didn’t take long for her to understand that her need to
submit was tied in with her desire to be a little girl again.  It seemed to be
a fairly common combination of fetishes.  She had no trouble meeting eligible
men on-line, but after meeting with and sometimes trying to submit to an
endless series of potential partners, she had not found anyone who met her high
standards.

Three months ago,
she heard about Cole from a friend who told her of a man who was a professional
dominant for women only.  She quickly contacted him by email.  He explained
that he had recently found his submissive soulmate and was not available at the
moment.  When she received an email indicating that he was now available with
his beloved Monica acting as his assistant, Amanda was extremely excited.  She
hoped that his professional services might help fill a very large emptiness in
her life, at least for a little while. 

She had done
enough checking to feel safe and finally meeting Monica had allowed her to
fully relax and enter the submissive mental state that she so deeply desired. 
Their play session had been planned well in advance and she trusted Master Cole
to carry it out safely.

Amanda awoke to a
hand gently shaking her shoulder and Monica’s soft voice calling her name. 
Monica was now wearing a businesslike outfit of dark slacks and a beige
blouse.  Amanda waited a moment while Monica unlocked the wrist cuffs, then
rose from the bed and stood perfectly still as directed while Monica dressed
her.  The outfit consisted of a short plaid skirt over plain white cotton
panties and a simple white shirt.  In short, a schoolgirl’s uniform.  Amanda
took the pair of white knee socks she was offered and pulled them up over her
long, smoothly muscled calves.

The leather cuffs
were replaced and fastened behind her back again.  Still without shoes, she was
led down the hall into an office, where Howard Cole sat behind a large desk. 
Monica made the formal introduction as she handed him a folded piece of white
paper.

“Headmaster Cole,
this is Amanda Sumner, the girl who has been causing all the trouble.  Here is
a note from her teacher, Mrs. Krebbins, describing her offenses.”

Amanda stood
before the desk and took note of Cole’s sinister look, which was created by the
well sculpted dark beard and mustache.  He was wearing a dark suit and looking
directly into her eyes.  The effect was exactly what she imagined it would be
like.  She looked at the floor and trembled as he read the note.

“Well, well.  It
looks like you’ve really done it this time, Amanda.  Mrs. K says you’ve been
smoking in the girls lavatory again, is that true?”

“Yes, Sir, but I
only did it a few times!”

“And... she says
that you were caught cheating on the biology test this morning.  Is this true
also?”

“I’m sorry sir, I
can’t afford a bad grade this term.”

“As you well know,
you’ve been punished for both of these offenses before, so your punishment
today will have to be most severe.  Are you prepared to submit yourself for
punishment?”