Submission in Seattle (26 page)

Handfuls of gold
coins were tossed in the air and the crowd dissolved in a chocolate eating
frenzy, leaving Cole and Monica sitting on chairs together at the edge of the
nearly empty room.  Cole was obviously quite happy about how things had worked
out, but Monica seemed lost in serious thought.  Seeing Jennifer and several
other party guests enjoying their submissiveness reminded her that there was an
aching gap in her life.  Dressing up as a dominant had been fun, but she knew
that her real joy and fulfillment came from submission.

She looked up
after a few minutes to see a familiar couple enter the large room.  It was
Michael and dina.  They laid out their kinky toys next to a cage of vertical
steel bars that was just big enough for one person to stand in.  Monica was
certain that it was the same cage she had been locked into at the earlier
party.  The memory of her intense submission caused a strange feeling to
develop within her. 

Monica could see
that the petite woman, dina, was dressed in a skimpy slave costume. It was
apparently supposed to look like rags, but was actually put together with
rather expensive red, black and gold silk scarves.  Monica could hear the woman
addressing her partner as “Master”.

Something about
the couple caused Monica to stay and watch when Cole excused himself to find
the refreshments.  She moved a bit closer to them and observed the play. 
Michael placed his subby partner in the cage and began poking her with various
implements.  The cage was pressed so tightly against her that she couldn’t
move, especially after her master slid padded rods through the bars to
immobilize her limbs.  He pulled away the costume, leaving her naked and
revealing a tattoo across the top of her buttocks that read “SLAVE”.  The slave
girl could be heard saying “Please, Master!” and “I promise to be good Master!”

Michael tortured
and teased dina for a long time, which was not at all unusual at a BDSM play
party.  What Monica noticed however, was the loving energy that passed between
the couple.  She could tell that he would never hurt his little slavegirl. 
Well, Monica thought with a happy grin, not unless she needed it.

As Monica
continued to watch, she started smiling and a feeling of elation crept over her
along with a sudden attack of goose bumps when the hair on her arms and neck
tried to stand up.  She realized what was happening just as Cole returned and
sat down next to her.

“You look like you
just saw a ghost.  Here, have one of Margaret’s truffles.”  He handed her a
round topped lump of chocolate about an inch and a half in diameter.

She bit through
the thick chocolate coating into the rich bittersweet center that tasted
distinctly of Grand Marnier.  The delicious intensity of the taste was a
surprise and she felt like she was being rewarded for the decision she had just
made.

“Master, I need to
tell you something,” she said in a low, sexy voice.

Cole’s attention
was immediate.  He knew what that voice meant.  “What’s on your mind, dear
heart?”

She held his arm
with a strong grip, “I think I’m subby again, Sir.  In fact I’m sure of it. 
When can we go home?”

“Well, I just
checked on Jason and Jennifer.  He’s taking her home tonight.”  He paused, 
“Let’s leave right now.”

Monica clung to
Cole’s arm as they drove home.  Once in the bedroom, they undressed quickly,
leaving their party clothes in heaps on the carpeted floor.  They slid under
the warm covers and held each other for a while to replace the winter chill
with sensual body heat.  Cole was planting delicate kisses down her lovely
spine, when she decided it was time to speak up.

“Master, I know
what I need now.”

“I think I do too,
Little One.  Are you thinking the same thing I am?”

“Yes, Sir.  I
desperately need to be spanked and fucked in the ass.”   Simply saying the
words gave her a powerful erotic thrill.

“That’s almost
exactly what I had in mind.  There’s just one other thing you need -- an
enema.”

“Master, I’ve
never had one of those before,” she whined in a little girl voice.

He responded in
his deep, dominant tone, “Well, you’ve never been fucked in the ass before,
have you?  There’s a first time for everything.  Come with me into the
bathroom.”

Cole placed a
thick towel on the floor of the bathtub.  Monica was now naked and he ordered
her to kneel on the towel, then bend over with her bottom held high.  She held
that position for what seemed like hours while he pulled various items from the
cabinets and assembled an enema apparatus.  Looking over toward the sink, she
watched as he added a bit of mild soap to enhance the cleansing effect.

She was trembling
and breathing in fast, shallow little breaths as he approached her with the swollen
red rubber bag.  She seemed to be frozen in the undignified position, on all
fours with her ass in the air for her Master to control.  

“Spread those
gorgeous legs for me, slut girl.  You know you need this.”

He placed a small
dollop of cool lubricant gel on the pretty rosebud of her anus and slowly
worked it in with one finger.  When her opening had relaxed enough to easily
admit the finger, her reached for the white enema nozzle on the end of the long
rubber tube.  The nozzle slid smoothly inside her to the full extent of its
four inch length.  He held the bag above her beautiful hips and released the
valve on the rubber tube.

Monica groaned as
she experienced the strange sensation of being filled with warm water.  After
she had taken a bit over a quart of liquid, he shut the valve and slowly
removed the nozzle.

“Hold your water
now, Little One.  Let me know if you have a problem.”

She held her
position for another five minutes, clenching her bottom cheeks frantically
before the urge to expel the water became unbearable.  “Master, I have to go
NOW!”  He allowed her to sit on the toilet, but she was quite humiliated when
he simply stood there and watched.  For a moment she wasn’t sure if she would
be able to release the mounting pressure, but eventually nature took its course
with a loud, embarrassing noise.

She was even more
humiliated when he ordered her back into the bathtub for a second enema.  This
time, while she crouched on all fours with her belly full of warm water, he
fondled her breasts and clit until she begged for his permission to leap onto
the toilet.

Leaving her to sit
there for a minute, he turned on the shower and stepped into the tub.  She
joined him soon and he supervised her soaping and rinsing until he was
satisfied that she was as clean as a princess.  Then he ordered her to kneel
and wash his hardening phallus.  After a thorough rinse, she tested her ability
to take him deep into her throat, thinking all the while of the special place
that the rigid organ would be invading soon.

Monica stepped out
of the tub first to towel her thoroughly dampened long hair and twist it into a
compact shape that would not interfere with her duties.  When her master
stepped out of the shower to join her, she had his large towel ready.

Moving to the
large bed, she was placed face down while he secured her wrists and ankles to
the four corners of the bed frame using ropes with soft leather cuffs for
safety.  By the time he finished stroking her smoothly shaved genitals, she was
pulling hard at the bonds that held her captive.  He massaged her back and the
large muscles in her buttocks for several minutes, then returned to her
quivering nether lips and inserted two fingers inside her slippery wet vagina. 
When he sensed her orgasm building, he withdrew the tantalizing fingers and
began to spank her firmly muscled buttocks.

It certainly
wasn’t the hardest spanking he’d ever given her, but it might have been the
most sensual.  He spanked in a slow rhythm, making sure to cover her every
square inch of spankable surface.  There was just enough light in the room for
him to watch the progress of the light red blush across her soft, warm skin.

She could have
taken a lot more, but he decided it was time to move on.  Straddling her
glowing hips, he reached forward to massage her back.  His erect organ slid
back and forth in the crevice of her perfect ass and seemed to soak up the heat
from the spanking.  He wanted her to be relaxed, so he pressed his fingers into
the strong muscles above her shoulder blades and worked out the tension.  As he
ran his fingers along the muscles he could feel a slight crackling sensation
that told him she had been lifting weights.

When she was
completely limp and pliable, he turned his attention to her sensitive anal bud.

Using a large
quantity of the jelly-like lubricant, he gradually worked first one finger,
then two into her tight rear orifice.  The spanking and massage had paid off
nicely.  Her sphincter was relaxing easily and Monica was feeling more
submissive than she could ever remember.  Giving up control of her most private
and delicate opening created a tangible aura of submission of such great depth
that she knew she would do anything for her beloved master.

“Relax now, Little
One,”  he said as he stroked his rampant manhood with more of the slippery gel.

“It will probably
hurt some at first, but I want you to relax and keep breathing.  Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Master.  I’m
so desperate to please you now.  I’m ready for you to take my virginity,” she
pleaded.  “I feel guilty for receiving so much pleasure without giving!”

Positioning
himself between her widespread legs, he placed his well lubricated shaft at her
inexperienced entrance.  Pushing gently, he felt the head of his cock slip
rather easily past her sphincter.  “How are you doing Little One?”

“I’m fine,
Master.  It hurts, but it feels good too.  I can’t describe it.  Please use me,
Master!”

With that, he
began thrusting slowly inside the clean, lubricated passage.  He knew that some
women enjoyed having their G-spot stimulated through the rectum, so he made
sure the large head of his organ pressed firmly against the likely pleasure
area.  As he felt the warmth and pressure inside her, he could also feel the
special emotional satisfaction that he got from dominating a worthy partner.

The strong muscles
in Monica’s arms and legs began to contract involuntarily as she strained
against the leather cuffs.  Cole could feel an orgasm building up in his tight
testicles.  The slight burning sensation was working its way up the urethra
inside his rock hard cock.  He wanted to hold back a little longer, but Monica
suddenly started screaming and bucking as her own orgasm began.  The
contractions of her sphincter seemed to suck his organ deeper into her body
just as the pre-orgasmic sensation reached the end of his shaft.

Cole’s world
exploded in a blinding flash of light and uncontrollable thrusting of his
hips.  The relentless stimulation combined with his dominant mind set caused
the orgasm to go on forever.

When he opened his
eyes, he was still on top of his beloved Monica and they were still joined by
his slowly softening penis.  He slid out of her and reached for the towel. 
Monica seemed to be sleeping, so he released her from the restraints and rolled
her into a side by side cuddling position.  He gently stroked her smooth skin
and rearranged the beautiful profusion of wavy brown hair.  He noted that she
was breathing deeply before he fell asleep beside her.

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1998-2013, Jack Quaiz