Submission in Seattle (24 page)

Cole placed a pair
of leather cuffs on her wrists, then tenderly maneuvered her arms behind her
back beneath the sling.  When the cuffs were clipped together and attached to
the underside of the sling for support, Jennifer had lost all freedom of
movement.  Her shaved pudenda was displayed in an obscenely open fashion. 
Anyone could see that her damp, quivering vagina was begging for penetration
and release. 

At a nearby table,
Monica was preparing the instruments of torture, or perhaps pleasure.  Her own
latex gloved hands were trembling slightly with arousal, but she completed her
task swiftly.  She brought a chair up to the sling, sat down and kissed
Jennifer’s cunt as if to say hello.  Then taking a small quantity of jelly-like
lubricant, she delicately began a circular massage of Jennifer’s tight brown
anus. 

Cole massaged
Jennifer’s breasts and stroked her firm belly with his fingertips as he watched
the intimate proceedings below.  Jennifer was trembling and jerking slightly
from the stimulation.  If she had been capable of rational thought at this
point, she would have felt a lubricated finger enter her virgin ass to prepare
it for further invasion. 

After taking a
long time with the lubrication, Monica guided a thin white vibrator with a
small T-handle slowly into Jennifer’s bottom hole.  A wire led to a battery box
on the floor.  Then she stood up and strapped on a double dildo that she had
recently purchased.  The two identical pink cocks were made of realistically
stiff silicone.  With one thick plastic cock lodged inside her and her hands
shaking from the wanton lust, it was all she could do to unroll a condom on the
artificial phallus that now protruded from her crotch at a realistic masculine
angle.  Monica felt her vaginal muscles beginning to squeeze the dildo in a
rhythmic pattern.  She had to take a deep breath and calm herself before
turning her attention to Jennifer.

Squatting before
the helpless victim, Monica began to lick and nibble at Jennifer’s extremely
sensitive labia.  There was no shortage of natural lubrication.  In fact, it
was starting to flow everywhere.  Cole moved to avoid a potential safety hazard
by placing a thick towel on the hardwood floor below the sling.

Within a few
minutes the normally shy and reserved Jennifer was screaming to be fucked.  So
much for her slave training, Cole thought with a big grin.  He noticed that
Monica was not making contact with Jennifer’s clitoris and Jennifer was
desperately trying to thrust her hips forward to find the stimulation she
craved.  Eventually, Monica gave in and thrust the big dildo slowly into
Jennifer’s wide open cunt.  Reaching out with her foot, Monica pressed the
switch that activated the anal vibrator.

Jennifer started
coming immediately, with loud grunts and fierce muscular contractions that
involved her entire body.  Cole tried to count the orgasms, but it was a
hopeless cause.  Monica was able to keep thrusting the dildo into her little
friend as she came herself in a long series of satisfying climaxes.  When she
could no longer stand up on her own, she reached up to grasp the two chains
that supported the end of the sling and hung there, totally spent.  Without the
vigorous thrusting of the thick dildo, Jennifer’s amazing convulsive
performance started to diminish.

At that moment,
Cole slipped a large bullet shaped vibrator from his pocket, switched it on and
applied it directly to Jennifer’s swollen, but until now ignored, clitoris.  
Gasping for breath, she started climaxing again, almost shaking Monica loose
from where she was hanging onto the chains.  The double dildo she shared with
Jennifer held her up by her cunt.  Now Monica was on the receiving end of the
powerful phallic thrusts and she was forced into another orgasm herself.

Eventually, they
managed to separate themselves and Cole unfastened Jennifer while Monica lay
face down on the floor, barely breathing.  He lifted Jennifer’s light body and
carried her over to the futon bed where he covered her with a blanket.  He managed
to slide a pillow under Monica’s head and cover her with a quilt before
slipping out of the room. 

It was over two
hours before the women staggered upstairs, wrapped in robes, to find Cole
typing intently at his computer.  He looked up grinning from ear to ear,
“Scene’s over ladies.  Everyone’s back in normal headspace I hope.  Any ill
effects?”

They were
obviously in good condition, because they proceeded to hug and kiss him without
mercy.  “Howard!  How do you manage to do that to us?” Monica exclaimed.

“I don’t think
I’ll need sex for a month,” observed Jennifer.  Then she added with a shy
smile, “Can we do this again?”

“Sure, Kitten,”
Cole said.   “You’re our little pet now.  I’m sure we can arrange something
when everyone is in the mood again.”

The two women went
off to the living room to chat about their experience and what they wanted to
do next time.  Jennifer admitted her feeling of envy that Monica had found the
perfect dominant man for herself.  She knew that she would never be that lucky. 
At noon, they all got into the Mercedes and took Jennifer home.  She stood on
the sidewalk for a long time, waving as they disappeared into the heart of
Seattle.

Their play date
with Jennifer had several effects on Cole and Monica.  The first was an
increase in libido, which kept them extremely active in the bedroom.  The
second was a realization that dominance and submission was truly the key to
their sexuality.  Monica’s inability to feel submissive was rapidly becoming a
crisis.  Something vitally important was missing from her life.  She envied
Jennifer’s ability to submit and experience the erotic depths that Monica could
only remember now from her past.

Cole could feel
her deep distress and was somewhat disturbed himself, since the play with
Jennifer had reminded him of his need for sexual dominance.  His love for
Monica, however, was not in question.  They had bonded with each other in a way
that was more important than their sexual preferences.

As Fall turned
into Winter, they fell into a routine of leaving for work at the same time and
coming home to each other every evening.  With access to a large kitchen,
Monica developed her natural cooking skills and prepared healthy gourmet
dinners on nights when they weren’t going out to foreign films and unusual
restaurants.  She joined the same athletic club where Cole worked out and
continued to maintain her devastating figure.

Monica continued
her friendship with Jennifer, who would occasionally join them for dinner at
home or in the city.  Unfortunately, Monica began to feel a bit threatened by
Jennifer, who had reminded Cole of how much he desired dominant sexual play. 
No further play dates were scheduled, but the idea was left open for possible
future discussion.

They continued to
discuss ways to help Monica regain her submissiveness.  In early December, they
found out about an SM play party that was going to be held on New Year’s Eve. 
This was to be a pan-sexual event and about one hundred and fifty tickets were
available.  Monica had never been to a pan-sexual play party and was
immediately curious.  Her reassuring experience at the meeting of the local SM
club made her feel better about attending kinky public events.  They decided
that exposure to a group of happy, playful sadomasochists certainly couldn’t
hurt Monica’s chances for recovery.

A few days after
hearing about the party, Cole had a long lunch with a dominant friend who was
currently without a partner.   They met in an Italian restaurant that was an
old favorite for them both.  Jason Lederman was a 32 year old CPA who had been
active in the Seattle scene since the time that Cole was heavily involved.  He
was medium height with a slender build and long prematurely gray hair that
women loved.  At play parties, he needed only to wear his sexy black leather
outfit and he would be deluged with play offers from numerous women and several
men.

Jason explained
that he was tired of the musical partner game that was standard in the scene. 
He estimated that he had averaged one serious partner every six months for the
past five years. He was ready to settle down with one woman and was even ready
to consider marriage.  Unfortunately, after playing with some of Seattle’s most
desirable kinky women, his tastes had become somewhat jaded. 

With the aid of a
nice bottle of Chianti and plates of excellent Tagliatelle alla Bolognese, they
analyzed Jason’s past partners and constructed an imaginary woman who would
fill his needs.  As they went along, Jason wrote down the list of characteristics
on a paper napkin. 

She needed to be
reasonably intelligent and physically attractive.  In fact, she had to be drop
dead gorgeous.  Hair color was not important. He liked petite women with long
hair and a nice tan or a naturally dark complexion.  Most of all, she had to be
sexually submissive.  It would be nice if she were already in the scene, but
Jason was sure he had checked out every eligible woman in the Seattle scene as
well as in Portland and Vancouver, BC. 

Holding up his
wineglass and looking through the ruby liquid, Cole decided that Jennifer might
be just the person that Jason was looking for.

“Jason, I think I
might be able to help, but it’s going to cost you.”

“Tell me what it’s
going to cost me first.  I know better than to trust a lawyer,” Jason said,
grinning broadly.

“Here’s the deal. 
I’ll introduce you to someone who meets the description that you have written
on that napkin.  If you hit it off and stay together for a month, then you buy
us both front row tickets to a Sonic’s game and all the beer we can drink.  How
does that sound?”

“You gotta deal,
shyster.  When do I meet Miss Perfect?”

“Not so fast, bean
counter.  You need to get to know her a little first.  Why don’t I give her
your email address and you can see if you’re compatible first?  If you decide
to meet each other, Monica and I will act as chaperones so that Miss Perfect
will feel safe.”

They shook hands
to seal their agreement and they both went back to work.  Cole wasn’t able to
accomplish anything useful after drinking three glasses of wine, so he went
home an hour early to relax and wait for Monica.  He was quite pleased with
himself.  As much as they both liked Jennifer, she needed more time and
attention than they were able to give.  He wanted more time to devote to his
relationship with Monica.  If Jennifer and Jason’s relationship flourished,
they would make an excellent pair of kinky couple-friends to go out with or
stay in with.

When Monica
arrived at home, carrying two large bags of groceries, he explained his plan
for Jason and Jennifer.  She thought it sounded promising enough to contact
Jennifer, so they wrote her an email which included Cole’s glowing description
of Jason and his dominant talents.  They sent it to Jennifer and logged off to
pursue their usual evening activities, dinner and sex.

Monica went to the
kitchen and prepared an elaborate Mexican dinner that filled the house with the
wonderful spicy smells of cumin and cilantro.  Later, in bed, Monica struggled
to let her submissiveness return, but again she failed.  Instead of having sex,
they lay together in bed and snuggled quietly until she fell asleep.  Cole
played with her beautiful brown hair and ran his hand along her warm curves
until sleep overcame him too.

Jennifer and Jason
warmed up to each other immediately.  They traded D/S fantasy stories and
talked about their ideal relationship in a veritable flood of email.  Within a
week they knew they had to meet.  Monica was getting frequent updates from
Jennifer and Cole was kept informed by Jason.  It was Monica’s idea for the two
potential lovers to meet for the first time at the New Year’s Eve party. 
Fortunately, Jason had purchased a pair of tickets when they first went on
sale, so he had an extra one for Jennifer.

Cole and Monica
concocted a plan to present Jennifer to her new friend in the most dramatic
way.  Jennifer would attend the party as their submissive.  At the height of
the party, she would be handed over to Jason who would no doubt be in his most
dominant headspace.  They decided to keep a few small details from Jennifer to
heighten the dramatic effect.

Hearing of the
plan from Monica, Jennifer responded, “Oh, man.  That’s so hot!  You got the
idea from that fantasy I told you about last year, didn’t you?”

“Mmm... maybe,”
Monica grinned slyly, “You’ll do it then?”

“You knew I would,
Monica.  How could I resist?” she asked emphatically.

On New Year’s Eve,
Cole and Monica picked up Jennifer at her place and drove through the dark
Seattle streets to the site of the party.  Cole was dressed in a black tuxedo
with black tie that he traditionally wore on New Year’s Eve.  Somehow, it
seemed quite appropriate at play parties.  Monica was wearing a black leather
jacket over a black corset, black stockings and four inch black heels.  Cole’s
silver police handcuffs dangled at her waist.  She was sending an obvious
message that she was dominant, at least tonight.

Jennifer was
wearing a long black trench coat which concealed the fact that beneath it, she
was wearing only her sexiest lingerie, a leather collar and a pair of bright
red pumps with three inch heels.

The party was held
in a building that was owned by a Swinger’s club and rented to an SM group for
large play parties.  Entering the reception area, they showed their tickets and
signed a waiver which indicated their understanding of the safety rules.  A
woman wearing a red sash was introduced as one of the dungeon monitors who made
sure that all participants obeyed the rules.  Just inside the inner door, Cole
snapped a leash onto Jennifer’s collar and led her into the party area with
Monica following.  They had chosen to arrive after nine o’clock, so the
building was already crowded with people in various stages of undress.  Some
were already playing and some were talking intently with each other, apparently
negotiating a scene to come.  It was usually easy to tell who was the Top and
who was the bottom by how they dressed, but in some cases there was no way to
tell.

There were three
large rooms with various types of nightclub decor.  One room had pool tables
that had been covered with plywood sheets to create bondage tables and another
room offered an open dance floor that was used for free standing bondage
furniture or suspension from the high ceiling.

Since Cole had been
to several parties here before, he showed them around, guiding the collared and
leashed Jennifer in a dominant manner.  She wasn’t saying much, just looking
around curiously and Cole could tell she was already in a mild subspace. 

Monica felt
slightly ill at ease seeing Cole in control of Jennifer.  However, she knew it
had been her own choice to decline his offer to play as a couple and attend
dressed as a dominant.  Several people waved at him and came over to introduce
themselves to the two women who were unknown to most of the kinky folk. 
Jennifer, who had been forbidden to speak, was introduced simply as “Number
Fourteen”. 

Monica was amazed
at how many people seemed to know Howard.  Some of the women spoke fondly of
times past when he had played with them.  The former playmates, who were
generally quite attractive, seemed just a bit intimidated by the two ladies who
accompanied him tonight.

Observing the
crowd, Monica realized that she and Jennifer were attracting a lot of
attention.  People were sizing them up, wondering what sort of performance they
might be planning and trying to decide if it would be worth changing their
plans to watch it.  She was also aware of a special kind of social energy that
seemed to pervade the group.  It was a feeling of acceptance and approval of
each person’s unique sexuality.  Here, in this place, they could be themselves
and enjoy their sexual fantasies that were not acceptable in society as a
whole.  She felt herself relax and join with the group as she reached out to
hold Cole’s arm.

Speaking up over
the sound of some odd electronic music, he explained some scenes that were
already in full swing.  On a plywood sheet atop a pool table, a naked, dark
haired woman was bound in a spread eagle position.  Her Top was a muscular
shirtless man clad in work boots and blue jeans, wearing a welder’s leather cap
and dark protective goggles.  In his hand was a device that Cole described as a
Violet Wand, which produced a dramatic purple light inside a six inch glass
tube that was bent in a right angle like an arc welding gun.  The man moved the
bright buzzing rod close to his partner’s body.  From the end of the glass tube
a bright electrical discharge jumped the short gap to the woman’s left hip
bone.  She reacted with a happy writhing and moaning and her Top proceeded to
apply the delicious torment to various areas of her attractive body, gradually
working his way closer to her genitals.

Cole explained the
principles.  “The Violet Wand produces only harmless static electricity.  It’s
completely safe as long as you keep it moving to avoid overheating a single
spot on the skin.  It was invented originally as a magic cure-all device for
sale by medical charlatans.  Some people love it as an SM toy.  It creates a
mildly painful tingling sensation.”

Looking around the
room, Cole pointed out several men and a few women who seemed to be acting
simply as voyeurs.  They usually weren’t dressed as provocatively as the
players and most had no partner. 

Monica asked, 
“Why are they allowed to attend a play party if they don’t intend to play?”

“That’s easy”, he
said.  “Many, if not most, of the players here tonight are exhibitionists.  In
order for them to have a good time, someone has to be watching.  Since the
players are often busy with their own scenes, there could be a problem finding
someone to watch.  Therefore, it’s helpful to have some people who are
dedicated watchers.”