Submission in Seattle (17 page)

Monica stopped
touching Amanda’s breasts and belly, but soon reappeared beneath her bottom,
reaching up to delicately tease Amanda’s anus with a gloved and lubricated
finger.  Monica reminded her to relax, as a slippery finger stimulated the
sensitive lining just within her lower opening.

The brief
distraction allowed Cole to slip more of his hand into Amanda’s gaping vagina. 
He used his free right hand to pour additional lubricant onto the latex covered
left hand that he was slowly working into Amanda’s body.  He had all five
fingers inside and was holding his hand in a pointed fashion with the thumb
held in against the palm.

He asked Amanda to
start breathing deeply as she tried to relax.  “I want to fill you even more
Amanda, you’re not done yet.  Relax and accept.  Open yourself for me.”

Amanda was
beginning to experience significant pain as her womanhood was slowly, but
forcibly stretched.  Lost in her own dreamy world, she had been looking up at
the ceiling and was not really sure how much of Cole’s hand was inside her. 
The only important thing to her at this moment was to relax and allow him to
fill her as full as he desired.

There was a small
change in the quality of the internal pressure and she was unexpectedly
launched into a series of almost continuous orgasms that blocked out all sights
and sounds around her.  Her only contact with reality was the hand that was
invading her love passage and demanding her complete surrender.

She was a large
framed woman and was built well for fisting.  The orgasms allowed Cole to
gradually achieve full penetration of his gloved hand.  Monica now held
Amanda’s head up so that she could see what was happening between her legs. 
The astonishing sight of Cole’s wrist disappearing into her stretched cunt
caused her to feel an emotional bond with him that was more intense than any
sexual experience she could remember.

He slowly began to
twist and gently flex his fist inside her body while saying, “One more orgasm
for me please, Amanda.  Submit and give me what I want.”  His right hand
reached up to stroke her still sensitive clitoris.
 
 The delicate
touch was just enough to touch off the largest orgasm yet.  Amanda screamed and
made strange animal-like grunting noises that echoed off the walls of the large
room.  Her internal muscles squeezed Cole’s imprisoned left hand unmercifully
and he winced in pain.

Cole knew when to
give his playmates a rest.  Amanda fell into a relaxed state of total
satisfaction that allowed Cole to slowly withdraw his aching hand.  With
Monica’s help, he extricated Amanda from the sling and placed her on the bed in
the opposite corner.   Amanda made happy snoring noises as they covered her. 
Cole gave her a kiss on the forehead and Monica kissed her on the cheek.

Holding each other
in bed, they laughingly realized that they were too tired to make love. 
Pro-domming was a lot of work!  They took advantage of the opportunity to talk. 
They discussed their scene with Amanda for a while, then the topic turned to
their own relationship.

“Just lying here
with you makes me feel subby,” Monica breathed in his ear.  “Is there anything
I can do for you?”

While fondling her
breasts, Cole brought up a subject that he had been thinking about for some
time.  “Monica, there is something that would make me a very happy dominant. 
I’d like to exhibit you publicly as my slave.”

“If it would
please you Master,” she said warmly, feeling a thrill travel through her body
and lodge teasingly close to her clitoris.  The sudden awareness of her own
genitals reminded her that the thought of being displayed as a slave was a
substantial trigger for her erotic feelings.  “But what if someone recognizes
me?”

“It would have to
be at a play party, of course.  I don’t believe in startling the vanilla
people.  It seems non-consensual to me,” he said.

“Oh, I see.  As
submissive as I’m feeling now, that sounds pretty hot. What kind of play party
did you have in mind?

“Let me tell you
about my friend Michael,” he said.

“Michael and his
wife dina are a very interesting couple.  I’d say they come closer to a full
time master/slave relationship than anyone else I’ve met.  They don’t attend
many scene functions anymore, but they do have regular play parties at their
place.”

Cole went on to
explain that the parties were limited to Maledom/femsub couples, which had
earned Michael the animosity of the pan-sexual community.  At one time, Cole
would have been reluctant to attend for fear of antagonizing his scene friends,
but that was no longer a concern.  He decided to get in touch with Michael and
see if he could arrange an invitation to the next party.

Cole was able to
contact Michael easily by email.  Michael told him that the next party was
planned in three weeks and about five to seven couples were expected to show
up.  Cole and Monica would be welcome.  The two men discussed some ideas and
agreed to cooperate on Monica’s first party scene.

The party rules
were a bit more strict than the ones Cole was familiar with.  Limiting the
participants to people with a certain sexual preference was a new experience
for him.  People were not allowed to arrive late and a high degree of social
courtesy was expected.  Typically, the men would remain fully dressed, while
the women would be displayed in various stages of nudity.

At the most recent
party, they were told, the men ate dinner at a large table, while the women, or
slave girls as they called themselves, sat on the floor next to their masters
and were fed by hand.  Monica thought this was really hot and hoped she would
be able to experience it someday. 

As the date of the
party approached, Monica agonized over what to wear.  The maledom party sounded
like a great opportunity to prance around more or less naked in front of an
appreciative audience.  Although she sometimes pretended to think that her body
was not attractive, she took a great delight in showing it off.  When she
couldn’t make up her mind, Cole finally told her that she would wear a black
corset that just barely hid her nipples, plus high heels and deep red panties. 

He packed a small
suitcase with numerous kinky toys that might be useful at the party.  Like most
Maledoms, he subconsciously followed the Boy Scout motto of “always prepared”,
so the bag was very heavy.

On party night,
Monica took hours to get ready.  Cole simply dressed in black slacks and sport
coat with an open white shirt.  They finally left when Cole said they had to
go, since latecomers would not be admitted.  He drove through the downtown
tangle of freeways, crossing various bodies of water and out to the suburb
where Michael and dina lived.

The parked some
distance from the large house and walked along a damp driveway through a stand
of tall fir trees.  The rain had stopped and the damp cold air was brisk with
the scent of evergreen forest.  Monica was glad she had put a long coat over
her corset.  When they knocked at the door, it was opened by a very slim
woman.  It was dina, dressed in a lacy black costume that looked totally
appropriate for a slave girl.  Up close she appeared to be about thirty and had
very intelligent eyes.   A man who was certainly Michael appeared behind dina
and Monica responded politely as Cole made introductions.

Michael was
wearing black jeans and a black leather vest over a white shirt.  To Monica’s
relief, he was obviously a very friendly fellow, not the stern ego-dom type
that she couldn’t stand.  After putting down his heavy suitcase full of toys,
Cole took her by the hand and led her farther into the house.  As they went
into the living room, she saw that several couples were already there. 

Monica’s corset
made her small waist look even smaller and her medium sized breasts appeared
larger.  She bathed in the stares of both the men and the women as Cole
displayed her as his private property.

Monica’s immediate
desire was simply to be as beautiful and submissive as possible in order to
make her master proud of her and to make the other masters jealous of him.  She
followed Cole submissively as Michael introduced him to some of the couples he
didn’t already know.  They sat in the living room and chatted with another
couple for a while.  Actually, the men did most of the talking, as the women
were deeply into their subby roles. 

Monica was
primarily soaking up the supportive atmosphere, which made her feel
particularly good about her submissive needs.   Three of the other men made a
special point to compliment Cole on how beautiful his slave girl was, making
sure, of course that Monica could hear.  In spite of their masterful attitudes,
they knew that the party was as much for the women as it was for them.

Cole noticed that
the energy at this party was much stronger than what he had experienced at pan
sexual parties.  He had a sudden flash of understanding about the same sex
parties that were often held by the gay and lesbian SM groups.  Those people
are always ahead of the curve, he thought approvingly.

When Cole was
ready, he guided Monica over to one corner of the living room where there was a
tall metal cage.   It was just large enough for one person to stand within.  He
placed her inside and fastened the door with a lock that was hanging there for
that purpose.  Monica was held in a rigid, upright position with very little
freedom of movement. 

“Pull your elbows
back,” he ordered.  Cole slid a padded rod through the bars, guiding in between
her back and her arms, trapping them behind her in a manner that thrust her
breasts forward.  The feeling of being held captive while on display triggered
a wave of submissive sensation that washed over her body and left her trembling
with closed eyes.  The feeling was not particularly sexual, but it was felt at
the deepest level of her soul.

Cole moved around
the room, socializing and sampling various snacks.  Each of the other men and
two of the sexy slavegirls complimented him on how beautiful his slave looked
in the cage.  He avoided paying any attention to Monica for several minutes, to
see if she could maintain her subby headspace alone.

He wanted to get a
better feel for the play customs of this group before he started his planned
scene with Monica.  He released her from the cage and led her to the basement
play area.  She was in such a deep level of submission that she had to be
guided down the stairs one step at a time.

In the spacious
play area, a tall, heavyset master was ordering his blonde slavegirl to assume
different positions that exposed and displayed her charming assets.  Cole sat
in a comfortable overstuffed chair and told Monica to sit at his feet.  Bending
down was not easy in her stiff corset, so she carefully knelt, then lowered her
bottom sideways to make contact with the floor.

They watched the
couple performing for about fifteen minutes or so.  The tall woman was naked
except for a red leather collar and numerous piercings.  Her large breasts were
decorated with heavy gauge gold rings through her nipples and more gold rings
hung from her labia.  Her master struck her lightly with a riding crop to
correct her position.  Monica noticed how quickly the woman responded, as if
she were concentrating completely on fulfilling her master’s slightest whim. 
She could also tell that the woman took great pride in both her appearance and
her obedience.

When the play area
was clear, Cole ordered Monica into the center of the room.  With his help, she
removed the corset, then her panties and shoes.  She noticed that several more
people had gathered in the large playroom.  He told her to lie down under a
pulley which was mounted to an overhead beam.  He carefully attached his
superbly crafted suspension cuffs to her wrists and a similar pair to her
ankles.  A three foot metal spreader bar was fastened between her captive
ankles and a steel cable from the overhead pulley was clipped to an eyebolt in
the center of the bar.

Monica felt
another wave of submission wash over her naked body and she wondered if she was
blushing.  Two of the men were pointing at her tattoo and shaved pussy while
whispering intently to each other.  From his toy bag, Cole produced a mass of
pink plastic clothespins which were connected to each other with a strong
cord. 

“Are you ready for
the clothespins, Little One?”

“Yes, Master.”

He slowly pinched
small folds of her skin and attached the little inch long clothespins to her
body.  One string of fifteen was attached in a line from her right armpit,
around her firm right breast and down along her stomach.  An identical string
of clothespins was attached in the same fashion along her left side.  She
noticed that the springs were quite strong and cruelly bit into her sensitive
flesh.

Cole moved his
hand in a cranking motion while looking at Michael, who was standing next to a
hand cranked winch mounted on the wall.  Slowly, Monica’s legs were lifted off
the floor until her back almost lost contact with the carpet.  Cole then
clipped the wrist cuffs to the bar, leaving her in a completely exposed and
vulnerable position.  She heard the winch being cranked again as her body was
completely lifted and suspended face up by her wrists and ankles.

She was only
lifted about two feet off the floor, but she still felt a distinct loss of
control as her body swayed and slowly spun around.  There were now a dozen
people in the room, watching her, seeing her private parts prominently
displayed and appreciating the exquisite pain of the clothespins.  They could
also hear her start sighing in little panting breaths as her feeling of intense
submission began to trigger her sexual arousal.

Kneeling between
her widespread knees, Cole began to lightly stroke and tickle her already
aroused cunt.  Her outer lips were each repeatedly pinched and the inner ones
were pulled out slightly to reveal their swollen state.  Her humiliation seemed
almost too intense and she nearly panicked before her master calmed her by
running his loving hand along one perfect thigh.

Just as she was
beginning to feel the moisture drip between her shamefully open cunt lips, he
reached into his bag and displayed some more spring loaded clips of various
sizes and colors in his large right hand.  He held his hand out to some of the
other slavegirls who had been watching from their places on the floor.  After
lightning fast negotiations with their masters, three slavegirls approached and
each took two of the clips. 

A healthy looking
short haired brunette, who was wearing only a leather bra, approached Monica’s
breasts with two large metal carpenter’s clamps that were at least four inches
long.  Fortunately, the metal jaws were plastic coated, because they bit into
Monica’s nipples with nearly unbearable force.

Then the tall
blonde approached and put two oversized wooden clothespins on Monica’s inner
labia, eliciting a groan of pain, but also of acceptance.  She was followed by
a petite redhead who put two more of the large wooden devices on Monica’s outer
labia.  Everyone withdrew for a moment to see how she would react to the
sensual torment, except for Cole who stayed to whisper in her ear.

“I’m very proud of
you Little One.  Everyone can see what a delightful slave you are.”

“Thank you,
Master.  I’m doing it for you.”   She smiled, but her eyes were slightly
unfocused.

“I know you are
subby girl, now I have more surprises for you.”

Monica caught her
breath for a moment while Cole whispered something to Michael. She hung in her
leather restraints, with her legs spread wide and scores of small areas of pain
and pressure distributed across the surface of her curvaceous torso.  One of
the men was admiring the well developed musculature of her thighs and calves,
while another seemed to be most impressed with her long wavy brown hair which
was hanging down almost to the floor. 

Looking between
her own raised legs, Monica saw dina approaching on her hands and knees.  She
stopped with her face inches from Monica’s cunt, which was throbbing from the
strong clamps on her labia.  Monica looked right into dina’s sparkling,
mischievous eyes and felt an immediate bond with the slender slave girl.  She
also felt a thrill of forbidden perversion, since dina had a definite feline
air about her that lent a hint of bestiality to the proceedings.

Dina reached up
with both of her small, delicate hands and deftly removed the first two clamps
from Monica’s outer labia.  Monica closed her eyes and moaned gently at the
sudden wash of sensation through her pelvic area.  Dina pulled on the clamps
attached to Monica’s inner lips and spread them apart, revealing the pink inner
surfaces as well as a telltale quantity of slippery moisture.

Releasing the
clips, dina leaned forward and started applying her small darting cat-like
tongue to Monica’s pink, pulsating labia.  Monica began trembling and gasping
from the expert stimulation.  The two other slave girls who had helped with the
clamps moved in with thin rigid rods and began tapping lightly at the clamps on
her nipples and the twin lines of clothespins that ran along her torso.  Each
time they tapped, a small jolt of pain added to Monica’s rapidly increasing
load of erotic energy.