Submission in Seattle (20 page)

Monica started to
grin as she realized that the volunteer was enjoying herself just like she had
on several occasions. 

Cole had seen it
all before.  In fact, he had played with the woman himself.  He knew she could take
a lot more.  Not wanting to seem bored, he casually looked around the room to
see how many faces he could recognize.  Sitting in the very back of the room,
where she had escaped Monica’s notice, was her friend Jennifer.  She didn’t
realize that he was looking at her.  He studied her face for several minutes as
she watched the caning and he observed the telltale vague stare that indicated
she was in some kind of submissive headspace.  Before anyone could notice that
he wasn’t watching the presentation, he turned around again to see how things
were developing on the table.

By this time the
caning had progressed to very hard strokes with a suitably long interval in
between.  Conrad was still lecturing happily about the different kind of
strokes and the audience was unable to look away.  Cole was starting to be
impressed.  The strokes were slightly harder than what he was usually willing
to do to his own playmates.  The volunteer however, was in endorphin heaven. 
She was moaning in a very sexy manner with each stroke, then breathing in short
puffs when each impulse of pain arrived at the pleasure centers of her brain. 
Cole vowed that he would play harder with her if they ever connected again.

Eventually, the
demonstration ended, and the group stood up to leave or chat with each other. 
Cole caught Monica’s attention and pointed at Jennifer.   Monica was just about
ready to call out to Jennifer when he shook his head slightly to signal that
this was not a good idea.  Perhaps she did not want her name called out in
front of all these people.  Instead, they hurried out and caught up with her as
she went down the corridor to the main doors.

“Hey beautiful!”
Monica called out.

Jennifer turned
and her eyes widened when she realized that she had been spotted by her best
friend.  “Hi guys.  I didn’t know you two were in there,” she lied.

Monica responded
warmly, “We didn’t see you either.  It’s still early, let’s go to that place
with the great chocolate desserts and chat for a while.  You know, Dilettante
Chocolates, It’s just down the street.”

Jennifer could
hardly refuse, and they all walked several blocks to a small restaurant that
was famous for its chocolate decadence cake and mocha drinks.  When they had
ordered, Monica politely questioned Jennifer about her attendance at the
meeting while Cole looked around at the other diners and out the window at the
damp Seattle night.  “So, Jenny, is this the first meeting you’ve been to?” she
asked.

“No, I’ve been to
four or five,” she said as she looked down at the table.  “I didn’t want to
tell anyone.”

“You naughty
girl!  You know you can tell me anything.”

 “Sorry I didn’t
mention it.  So, this was your first meeting, right?  What did you think of
it?”

“It was a good
experience for me.  I liked seeing so many other people around me who are just
as perverted as I am.  You sorta feel better about yourself.  But I got the
feeling that a lot of them are looking for partners.”

“Yeah, I guess
that’s why I’m there.  You’ve found a great guy for yourself and it reminds me
what I’m missing.  I’m pretty tired of being single, but you know what problems
I’ve had with men.  They just don’t seem to understand what I need.  I was
hoping that I could find someone in the club, but so far no luck.”

Monica looked
thoughtful for a moment, then started to speak slowly, “Jenny, maybe you could
play with us.  Ever since I got attacked last month, something has been missing
from our chemistry.  I guess I just can’t submit right now.  In fact, I’ve been
feeling pretty dominant.”

“Play with you
two?  Do you think you’d both be willing to dominate me?  That sounds pretty
hot,” she dropped her eyes again, “but I don’t think I’d be a very good
player.”

They both looked
over at Cole, who had been quietly observing the conversation.  “I think we
could work something out,” he said without sounding very enthusiastic.  He was
not strongly attracted to Jennifer because of her lack of womanly curves or
perhaps it was just the way she dressed to hide her small body.  Still, it
might still be fun to engage in psychological play.  He knew that Monica found
her attractive and he was willing to go along.

“Jenny, you have
email, don’t you?” he asked.

“Sure, doesn’t
everyone?”

“Well, why don’t
you write up your favorite kinky fantasy and send it to Monica?  We’ll go over
it and see what we can translate into reality for you.”

Her beautiful eyes
widened and she spoke rapidly, “That sounds really great.  I hope it works OK. 
I’ll send you my idea in the next few days.  This is getting really exciting already.
I’m so naughty!”  Her small mouth widened into a big grin as she looked back
and forth between her two friends.

“One more thing,”
he said.  “If we play sexually, which is what you seem to be needing, you must
have some tests first.  I can tell you the best place to go for that, but it
will still take almost a week to get all the results back.”

“I can do that. 
Let me write down the information.”  She pulled a pen and small notebook from
her purse.  The clinic address and phone number were recorded quickly in her
small, precise printing.

The two women
chatted as they walked Jennifer back to her car, which was not far from
theirs.  They discussed how happy Monica was in her new relationship and job. 
They also discussed the problem she was having accepting her own natural
submissiveness since the attack.  Arriving at the car, the two women hugged
there on the sidewalk, then Jennifer came over to Cole and offered him a hug
too.  He happily accepted and gave her a friendly pat on her small bottom to propel
her toward the car.

For the next few
days, Cole and Monica engaged in animated conversations about the local SM
scene and about their upcoming date with Jennifer.  Monica commented on how
scene people treated each other versus the way they dealt with outsiders. 
Among themselves, the scene folks easily discussed the most intimate and
secretive things.  When around someone whose preferences are not known or who
is known to be sexually conservative, they maintain a strict silence about
their kinky activities.  This could lead to a feeling of having a dual
personality, but for most people, it was the best alternative. 

In her small
apartment on the 14th floor of a fashionable downtown residence building,
Jennifer thought hard about what she wanted to get from her adventure with Cole
and Monica.  She knew that she trusted Monica completely and the thought of
submitting to her sexy girlfriend was very exciting.  She had been envious of
Monica since they first met, initially because of Monica’s curvy body and later
because of her relationship with Cole.   There was also an element of
competition.  She wanted to show that she could be as submissive as the women
whose stories she had read on the internet and in the numerous erotic books that
waited under her bed like old playmates.

She knew that her
friends would never hurt her.  The most daunting prospect was the thought of
being naked in front of them and being forced to engage in what would surely be
shameful sexual acts.  At least she hoped so.  She was very shy about her body,
especially around beautiful women like Monica.  Just the thought of being
forcibly exposed made her wet; she just wasn’t sure if she could go through
with it. 

She was also
hoping that she could experience what it meant to serve someone as a slave. 
Many of her favorite fantasies involved serving a man who owned her
completely.  It wasn’t the sort of thing you could admit to anyone unless they
shared a similar fantasy.

The email that
Monica received from Jennifer proved to contain a fantasy that she and Cole
both loved.  Jennifer wanted to be hired and trained as a sex slave for a
wealthy businessman.  She suggested using the name of a handsome Japanese
investment banker that she had a bit of a crush on.  Since she didn’t really
have time in her life to be a genuine slave, the first 24 hours of “captivity”
would do nicely.  Obviously, some serious training should take place on her
first night. 

It took two more
weeks to iron out the details, but eventually everything was settled.  Jennifer
would have two safewords, one to stop whatever activity was taking place at the
time and another to stop the play altogether.  Since she wanted the feeling of
giving up control completely, no acts of sexual dominance were prohibited by
their agreement.  The only hard limits were that Jennifer had to be able to go
to work Monday morning and she did not want any permanent marks.

She would be
picked up outside her building at Noon next Saturday and would stay overnight
until Noon on Sunday.  All she needed to bring was a bag with some extra
clothing.

As they had
promised each other, Cole and Monica discussed their sexual activities in
advance.  He was a bit surprised when she encouraged him to plan for sex with
Jennifer.  His sex life with Monica was completely satisfying and he did not
feel the need for another partner.  However, Monica now knew him well enough to
know that his libido would be stimulated by dominating a willing woman.  She
wanted to be certain that her best girlfriend would have the erotic time of her
life.

Since he did not
have a long standing familiarity with Jennifer’s kinky needs, he wanted to be
ready to do whatever seemed appropriate in the heat of play.  He started giving
Monica daily lessons with the cane and flogger in case it seemed more
appropriate for her to deal out the needed punishments. 

Standing in the
dungeon next to a table of kinky toys, he held out a whip with many short
tresses.  “This of course, is a flogger, not to be confused with a cat o’nine
tails. The flogger has soft flat tresses that can create a range of sensations
without doing serious damage.  A cat is a much nastier whip, with braided
tresses that hit a lot harder.”

“A flogger can be
cut from many different types of material.  Leather is most popular, but you’ll
also see rubber, plastic and rope, among other things.   This one is made of
thin suede.  A very special woman in the scene made it for me a few years ago. 
It’s much too light to use on backs or butts.  It was designed for breasts. 
Here, let me demonstrate.”

She pulled up her
T-shirt and held still while he gave her pretty breasts several strokes.  The
light slapping sensation was quite delightful.  He handed her the flogger and
showed her how to practice on pillows.  For the next half hour, Monica wandered
around the house, stalking pillows to attack with the little flogger.

When she mastered
it, he gave her a longer, heavier one which was made from thin smooth cowhide. 

“You must be
careful not to let the ends of the flogger wrap around your partner’s body. 
When the tips wrap around, they strike with a lot more force and it’s in a
place they aren’t expecting.  It’s the mark of an amateur top and something to
be avoided.”

The heavier
flogger made a more satisfying thump when she whacked the naughty pillows, but
it still had a large safety margin when used on a playmate.  He also showed her
how to use one of his lighter rattan canes.  She discovered that the flexible
nature of the shaft made it difficult to hit a target precisely.  After
practicing a few times, she decided that she would only use this cane lightly,
if at all.  Cole brought out one of his black carbon fiber canes, which was
slightly lighter than rattan, but almost perfectly rigid.  Monica then felt much
more confident about her accuracy. 

When they were
finished practicing with the impact instruments, they sat down together to work
on their plans.  Cole began, “Since Jennifer hasn’t engaged in hard SM play
before, I don’t think we’ll have to use any heavier instruments.  My general
theory of SM play is that you should play within your partner’s limits so that
they will always want to come back for more.  Now here’s something I want you
to start practicing with.”

He showed her a
rectangular box about six inches long.  When opened, it revealed a straight
razor suitable for professional shaving.

As the day drew
closer, they were both becoming more excited.  Cole prepared the dungeon for
the training of Jennifer.   They were very confident that the SM part of the
plan would work well, but the D/S play would be more difficult.  Their plan was
for Monica to be the first to dominate Jennifer.  As Jennifer became more
comfortable with her submissive role, she would find herself under the control
of Cole, in his role as “Trainer”.  There was no guarantee that it would work,
of course.  They simply planned and hoped for the best.  They had explained to
Jennifer their feeling that BDSM play was really a game.  It had to be fun for
all parties involved or there was no point in doing it.

On Saturday
morning, Cole inspected his car, which was parked in the garage next to the
black minivan.  It was a large silver Mercedes sedan that he had purchased as a
collector’s car.  It was thirty years old and in perfect condition.  The rear
windows were shielded by gray curtains and the seats were covered in soft gray
leather.  He placed a few important items in a storage compartment on the back
of the driver’s seat, then went into the house to change into his costume.

Cole dressed in an
old fashioned black suit that might have been worn by a chauffeur earlier in
the century.  A classic chauffeur’s hat and a pair of dark aviator sunglasses
completed the look. He inspected himself in front of the mirror and allowed his
face to assume an expression of disinterest.  The beard and sunglasses made him
look quite unapproachable.

Monica put on her
sexiest black cocktail dress.  This one was short and had a low neckline, which
provided a perfect setting for a long pearl necklace.  She spent a great deal
of time in front of the mirror, making sure that her makeup was just right and
putting her long brown hair up into a rather severe bun which perched haughtily
on the back of her head.

Pausing for a
delicate kiss and a swat on her lovely behind, they went to the car.  Cole was
now in his chauffeur role and held open the heavy rear door for her.   She
entered the cavernous passenger compartment and sat on the glove soft leather
of the rear seat.  Getting behind the wheel, he started the old German engine,
which turned over with barely a sound.  On the trip to Jennifer’s apartment
building, they didn’t speak except for Monica’s comment about the amazing quiet
inside the old car.  No conversation was needed, as their plans had been made
and finalized during the preceding week.

It was a cool
autumn day with light cloud cover and just enough hazy sunlight to be slightly
uncomfortable without sunglasses.  The traffic was heavy and got heavier as
they came closer to the downtown apartment building where Jennifer lived.

As they approached
the building, Monica used her cell phone to call Jennifer and tell her to come
downstairs.  They pulled up to the curb and waited about thirty seconds before
she appeared at the front door and walked out to the car.  In her hand was a
small overnight bag.  Cole leapt from the car and held open the rear door
without acknowledging her in any way.  The dark sunglasses he was wearing
prevented her from making eye contact as he took the bag from her hand and
waved her into the car where Monica was waiting on the left side of the bench
seat.

Jennifer was
wearing a simple green dress with white buttons,  black stockings and black
shoes with low heels.  Her waist length black hair was tied back to form a long
ponytail.  As she sat down on the right side, she brought her hair around over
her right shoulder.  Monica asked, “Are you Jennifer Lee?”

“Yes.”

“I am Monica, the
Assistant Trainer, you will address me as Ma’am.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”  Her
exotic, almond shaped, hazel eyes were cast downward.

“Do not attempt to
speak to the chauffeur, he is forbidden to respond.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“What are you
wearing under that dress?”

“Just a bra and
panties, Monica.  And these stockings.”  Her slight Asian accent was a bit
stronger than normal.  As Jennifer looked around the interior of the car, she
noticed the curtains that created almost complete privacy in the large rear
seat area.  Then she looked in the mirror to see that the chauffeur was looking
back at her.  Or was he?  The dark sunglasses and old fashioned hat made it
hard to tell.  From the shape of the beard, she knew it was Howard Cole, but
this cold, mechanical fellow in the uniform did not seem like the Howard she
knew.  She decided to simply think of him as “the chauffeur”.

Monica held out
what looked like a legal document on a clipboard and offered Jennifer a pen. 
“This is your contract.  You’ll find it to be exactly as we agreed.  One
hundred thousand dollars for one year of service to Mister Toriuchi.  You must
sign it before we can proceed.  If you wish to change your mind, we’ll take you
back to your apartment now.”

“Here, I’ll sign
it,” she said, reaching for the clipboard and pen.

When she handed
back the signed contract, Monica spoke in a businesslike tone, “Your training
begins immediately.  You will be addressed simply as “slave” and refusal to
obey any and all instructions will be punished, as stated in the contract.”

“I understand.” 
Jennifer looked ahead as the silent automobile was entering the freeway, but instead
of heading North, which was the shortest way to Cole and Monica’s, the
chauffeur was going South.

“You haven’t been
addressing me properly, slave.  That’s your first mistake.  We’ll see about
your punishment in a moment.  Remove your dress.”

Jennifer felt a
thrill of fear and pleasure course through her slender body.  It seemed
impossible to take her eyes off the floor, but she forced her hands to begin
unfastening the buttons on the front of the green dress.  Starting at the top,
she slowly worked her way down.

“When I give you
an order, I expect you to obey immediately!”

The sharp tone
startled Jennifer into rapid action.  She quickly finished with the buttons,
which left the dress open almost to her knees.  Monica had never seen her
friend undressed before and decided to prolong the show for a while.  She and
Cole had planned to take an hour driving to the house.