Submission in Seattle (21 page)

“Stop. Leave your
dress on for a moment.  Open it a little so that I can get a look at you.”

Monica loved the
perfect light brown skin that was set off nicely by the white satin bra and
panties.  She saw that Jennifer’s breasts beneath the bra were small, as
expected, and her ribs were sharply defined.  For the next several minutes,
Monica ordered Jennifer to slowly undress, gradually revealing more of her
body.  When the dress was safely in Monica’s hands, she paused for a minute to
study the little slave-girl-in-training.  The prominent hipbones and concave
stomach seemed appropriate for a fashion model.   Jennifer had, in fact, considered
a modeling career, but she was only five feet two inches tall and did not have
the height preferred in the fashion industry.

Jennifer briefly
raised her eyes and saw the chauffeur looking at her in the mirror.  Even with
the sunglasses she was sure he was looking and the sudden embarrassment caused
her hands to move quickly to cover herself.  Monica reacted instantly. 

“Put those hands
down!  Slide forward to the edge of the seat.  Put your hands behind your
back.  Now!”

With practiced
skill that she had learned from Cole, Monica slipped a pair of chrome police
handcuffs onto Jennifer’s tiny wrists, then shoved her against the seat back. 
“That’s your second mistake, slave girl.  You’re not doing very well so far.  I
don’t think we can delay your discipline any longer.  Hold absolutely still. 
You are not permitted to make any noise whatsoever.  Disobedience will be
punished severely.”

Monica removed a
small pocketknife from a compartment on the seatback and turned to the
handcuffed Jennifer.  She opened the folding knife and reached for the top of
the left shoulder strap of Jennifer’s lace trimmed white satin bra.  The sharp
blade of the little knife slid easily through the strap, which was then allowed
to drop and hang limply over Jennifer’s breast.  After a short pause for Monica
to savor the moment, the right strap met the same fate.

After gently
stroking Jennifer’s skin between her breasts, Monica used the knife to cut
slowly through the fabric between the cups, then roughly pulled the ruined bra
away and dropped it on the floor.  She was rather surprised to see that
Jennifer was not flat chested.  There was a pair of small, pretty, and
sensitive looking breasts with relatively large brown nipples set perfectly
within small areolas.  Jennifer looked down at her exposed breasts and saw her
nipples growing larger in spite of the warm air inside the car.  Then she
looked up to again see the chauffeur watching in the mirror with that strange
detached expression.  She whimpered and bent forward to hide her nudity, which
triggered Monica into action.

Grabbing
Jennifer’s hair, she pulled the smaller woman back into an upright position. 
“That’s it.  If you can’t obey, you’ll pay the price.”  Monica pulled a silver
chain from the storage compartment.  On each end of the foot long chain was a
small metal clip.  She held Jennifer’s head back with her right hand and used
her left hand to attach one of the clips to each of Jennifer’s hard nipples. 
Jennifer’s chest rose and fell rapidly with her frightened breathing, but she
did her best to hold still.  The tight, mildly painful sensation of the nipple
clips was quite erotic and it gradually calmed her into a more submissive
state.

Monica released
Jennifer’s silky black hair and slipped a soft padded blindfold over her head.

“That’s a good
little slave girl, calm down now.  Everything is going to be OK.  You have a
very beautiful body.”

“Mr. Toriuchi will
be very pleased if we can get you properly trained.  Let’s leave those little
white panties on for now.  They make you look more naked,” she said with a
greedy smile.

As the old
Mercedes drifted smoothly along with the traffic flow, other drivers studied
the unusual vehicle carefully.  One or two managed to catch a glimpse through
the front windows, noticing the professional looking chauffeur, then the two
people in the rear seat who appeared to be engaged in very interesting
activities.  Cole maneuvered gently to keep anyone from seeing too much.

For the remainder
of the scheduled hour, Cole drove the car carefully around the Seattle area,
gradually working his way closer to home.  Monica enjoyed herself thoroughly,
touching and stroking Jennifer’s delicate skin and occasionally tugging lightly
on the chain attached to the sensitive nipples.  She found that pulling back on
Jennifer’s hair caused her body to arch into a particularly inviting position. 
With her right hand holding the beautiful long black hair, Monica’s left hand
was free to roam and it gradually found its way to Jennifer’s satin covered
crotch.  Gently stroking up and down, Monica felt the wetness slowly penetrate
through the white panties while Jennifer whimpered and moaned with arousal.

With Jennifer’s
head pulled back, her throat was exposed in a most inviting manner.   Monica
leaned over to kiss it, then licked up and down from chin to collarbone.  By
the time they reached the house, both women were breathing hard and trembling
with the hot lust that had ripened within their bodies

Cole parked in the
garage and waited for the door to close behind them.  Then he stepped out and
opened the rear door on Monica’s side.  They helped the blindfolded and
handcuffed Jennifer into the house and deposited her on the living room carpet
in front of the fireplace.  She was still wearing her white panties and the
nipple clips.  Cole flipped the wall switch that activated the realistic gas
fireplace and stood back to look at the delectable submissive woman who sat
awkwardly on the luxuriously soft carpet.

Jennifer felt the
heat from the fire take away the chill from her body and heard the two trainers
moving about the room.  She did not know what was going to happen next, but the
submissive thrill that had started inside her during the trip was still there. 
Her nipples were throbbing from the pressure of the clips, but she was nowhere
near using her safeword.  She had felt more pain than this during her self-explorations. 

She was delighted
with the way the session was working out so far.  There was enough trust to
allow her to submit, but there were also enough unfamiliar elements to make the
scenario believable. She could actually feel herself submitting and the thought
of serving the mythical Mr. Toriuchi was a compelling goal.  This was proof, if
she needed it, that her basic nature was submissive. 

Seeing her friend
Monica in the sexy dress and being dominated by her had been one of the biggest
sexual turn-ons that she could remember.  And Cole made a very authentic kinky
chauffeur.  His behavior was chilling, almost menacing.  She felt like he was
capable of anything, which was a highly arousing thought.  Her envy of Cole and
Monica’s relationship threatened to flare up, but her attention was drawn to
the sound of someone walking toward her.

The unseen person
stepped behind her and removed the blindfold.  It was Cole and he had changed
into a casual outfit of white dungarees and a black T-shirt.  He was no longer
playing the part of the Chauffeur, but still had that menacing air.

“Good afternoon,
little slave.  I am the Trainer and you will address me as Sir, is that
understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“My job is to
prepare you to serve Mr. Toriuchi.  As you recall, your contract states that my
approval is required before you can be considered fit for duty in the Master’s
household.  I expect you to obey all my instructions without hesitation.  Your
first instruction is never to speak unless you are spoken to.  Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your friend
Monica had a very important job today.  She was supposed to make you obey all
the usual rules on the ride here.  Unfortunately, you broke some of the rules. 
You did not address her as Ma’am, you tried to cover yourself and you failed to
hold still when ordered to do so.  It was Monica’s job to punish you
immediately for all of those violations.  Unfortunately, she was overcome with
lust and spent her time fondling you instead of punishing you.  For that
reason, Monica is going to be punished.  You will watch and you will be totally
silent.  Your punishment will occur when I’m ready.  Don’t make it any worse.”

He signaled for
Monica to come forward.  She was completely naked except for a pair of black
heels and a pair of large golden earrings.  Her hard nipples betrayed her
arousal.  In both hands, she carried a wide leather strap with a short wooden
handle.  Kneeling gracefully before Cole, she offered it to him with her eyes
averted.  He took it in his right hand and caressed the soft heavy leather with
his left.  Monica draped her curvaceous body over the back of the leather sofa
with her hands on the seat.  Her pleasingly rounded hips seemed large compared
to Jennifer’s tiny form and her ass was nicely presented for punishment.

He looked over his
shoulder to see Jennifer watching with eyes wide.  The first stroke rang out
with a loud crack.  Monica took the punishment stoically, with only a little
grunt or moan with each stroke.  After the fifth stroke, Jennifer was obviously
in emotional distress, her small chest heaving.  On the eight stroke, she burst
out, “Please, Sir, don’t punish her any more. It was all my fault.”

Cole looked her
way and said, “I told you to keep quiet, little slave.  Your punishment will be
increased to reflect your disobedience.”

He stopped
strapping Monica after two more strokes.  Unknown to Jennifer, this was very
mild play by Monica’s standards.

Cole told Monica
to sit on the sofa and watch.  Then he turned to face Jennifer who was cowering
in her white panties and handcuffs.  Her eyes were watching him with obvious
apprehension.  Stepping behind her, he reached under her hair and placed his
strong right hand on the back of her neck.  He squeezed just enough for her to
feel the power, no more force than one might use for a massage.  The nutmeg and
cinnamon smell of her cologne was suddenly very noticeable.

Jennifer calmed
down and relaxed in response to the controlling hand on her neck.  “You are a
very beautiful little slave girl, but you are so disobedient,” he said calmly.

“Yes, Sir,” she
said quietly as she trembled slightly before him.  He was quite frightening in
this role, but somehow she also felt strangely safe and secure.  His hand on
her neck was both controlling and reassuring.

“I want you to
admit that you’ve been a naughty little slave girl and tell me that you’ll
accept your punishment.”

“I’ve been very
naughty, Sir.  I’ll accept whatever punishment you think is appropriate.”  She
trembled in a most charming manner.

“Good.  I’m going
to remove those handcuffs, then I want you to assume a kneeling position.”  He
moved easily behind her again and unlocked the handcuffs, then stood back to
give her room to move.

Jennifer knelt
with the tops of her feet flat on the carpet and her hands on her hips.  Her
shoulders slouched forward revealing the fact that she was self conscious about
her breasts, which were still adorned with the nipple clips and silver chain. 
She was shivering slightly in spite of the warmth from the nearby fireplace.

Cole spoke to her
in his deep, forceful voice.  “Get your toes under your feet, then sit on your
heels.  That’s right.  Now place your hands on your thighs with your palms up. 
Straighten your back.  Eyes down.”

With her back
straight, her small breasts were proudly displayed.  Her hips also had a more
nicely rounded shape than Cole had expected.  He used both hands to stroke her
silky black hair and shape it into a ponytail that draped down her back all the
way to her waist.  Then he massaged her shoulders for a few minutes to help
establish a bond with his delicate new playmate.

When she seemed
more relaxed, he announced, “It’s time for your punishment now.  Hold still for
me.” 

He reached around
and quickly removed both nipple clips.  Before she could react, he grabbed her
arms just above the elbows and held them tightly behind her back.  Kneeling
behind her, he couldn’t see her face, but he heard the sharp intake of breath,
then an agonized scream as the pain exploded in her suddenly released nipples. 
She struggled to tear her arms free so that she could cup her abused breasts
with her hands, but Cole held her in a vice-like grip. Monica, who was watching
from the sofa, was able to see Jennifer’s tightly shut eyes and wide open
mouth.