by Ann Summers
She drew the blinds over the huge windows of her flat, taking control, becoming the dominatrix. The blinds were white, and when they were down, the flat felt clean, bare, icy – like an operating theatre. There was something thrillingly clinical about the atmosphere now. She noticed that Jacqueline had drained her champagne flute, and that, and her characteristic blush, had flushed her doll-like cheeks. She was just as excited as Jenna was. Karl was, true to form, a little more detached, but Jenna could tell that he was only playing it cool. He just had a better poker face than Jacqueline, that was all.
Jenna handed each of her guests a stiff red carrier bag, tied with black ribbon at the top.
‘Here you go,’ she said. She folded her arms and watched with anticipation fluttering in her chest and between her legs as her friends saw the costumes for the very first time. Jacqueline opened the carrier bag delicately, untying the ribbon and saving it for later. Karl simply tore into his bag, throwing away layers of black tissue paper. When he saw that the bag contained only a black leather harness and a thong, he gasped with delight. He pressed his face to the soft leather pouch that was to encase his cock and balls, ran an appreciative tongue over the leather studs and buckles which would fasten his harness, looked at the long leather reins that would hook round his shoulder blades and licked his lips.
Karl and Jenna both turned their attention towards Jacqueline. With shaking hands, she withdrew her own garment, as expansive as Karl’s was skimpy. Fear and arousal competed to dominate Jacqueline’s face as she contemplated the super-skin-tight catsuit, made of black shiny rubber, looking too small even for her tiny body. High-heeled shoes were built into the catsuit, and a tiny black hood dangled at the neck.
‘Oh, Jenna,’ breathed Jacqueline, her wide eyes suggesting anxiety but the hard little nipples beginning to stiffen beneath her T-shirt and protrude through the cotton betraying her excitement, ‘I’ve never worn anything like this before. I have never dared to. I don’t know if I can …’
Jenna recognised Jacqueline’s hesitation as a sign to slip into full-on dom mode.
‘Well, it’s not as if you have any choice, is it?’ she said in her strictest voice, and Jacqueline’s eyes began to glaze over as she understood that the game was beginning. Jenna’s command continued. ‘Karl, take your clothes off,’ she barked. Karl began to undress, tossing his casual clothes into a pile on Jenna’s floor. Once again, Jenna was struck by the Greco-Roman perfection of his body. His prick was semi-hard, and his balls, smooth and even, rose a little as he tried to contain his excitement. Jenna manhandled him into the harness. Two bolted leather straps like skinny belts ran above and below his nipples, and more encircled his upper arms. Jenna fastened the harness at the back with the buckle. ‘Is that too tight?’ she asked Karl as she drew the leather tight against his body, squeezing out his perfect flesh. He winked and nodded. Mercilessly, Jenna drew the band even tighter. The leather would rub and chafe at Karl’s soft skin and by the end of the night this slave would be branded. She pulled the long leather straps that dangled from his shoulder blades and watched with satisfaction as his upper body jerked back. Karl’s feet were hip-width apart as Jenna slid the thong through his parted thighs and fastened the jockstrap just a little tighter than was comfortable again. It cut underneath his buttocks, but left his asshole open for play. Karl’s erection was trapped in soft black rubber and leather. Just the way Jenna wanted it.
Meanwhile, Jacqueline was holding the black latex up to her skin, feeling its sticky, tacky surface against her peachy soft cheek. Her nipples were now like little pegs sticking through her top, and Jenna was sure she could smell the other girl’s arousal. ‘OK, Karl, it’s going to take two of us to get this little slut into her new costume.’ At the words ‘little slut’, Jacqueline’s lips parted and her heavy breathing became shorter and more desperate. ‘I’ll hold her down while you get her naked.’ Karl, clearly loving this combination of being ordered about by Jenna and dominating Jacqueline, obeyed with delight. Jenna held Jacqueline’s slim wrists, splaying her arms, while Karl mercilessly tore away at her clothes, pulling jeans down over skinny hips in one swift movement. Jenna gasped as she saw Jacqueline’s bush, a neatly trimmed flash of flame-orange hair which seemed to glow between her legs. She gripped Jacqueline by the hips and ran her fingers through her downy pubic hair while Karl yanked her T-shirt over her head.
‘Christ, she’s soaking,’ Jenna remarked, rapidly sliding a finger into Jacqueline’s dripping hole and feeling its wet walls convulse around the digit. Her own pussy pulsed in response. ‘The dirty, dirty little slut.’
Karl covered Jacqueline in baby talc to ease her into the skin-tight catsuit. Dusted with white powder, she looked more fragile and vulnerable than ever.
Jenna laid the catsuit out on the ground, spreading it out into a star shape. Zips and buckles broke up the expanse of black latex, and Jenna watched as the other two realised exactly what those zips and buckles were for. The room was charged with arousal and anticipation.
‘Stand here, slut,’ ordered Jenna, pointing to the spot directly in front of the catsuit. Obediently, Jacqueline padded across the room, leaving white baby-powder footprints in her wake. Karl, obeying the wordless command of Jenna’s stern glance, forced each of Jacqueline’s feet into the cruelly high-heeled shoes, half a size too small for even Jacqueline’s dainty toes. It took both of them to stuff her flesh into the tight, unforgiving black latex, rolling it first up her legs, then over her hips and ass. As her white flesh was swallowed up by a black second skin, Jacqueline closed her eyes and sighed, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly as her breathing became shallow. Soon those tits were flattened, forced into the catsuit, her hands were eased into rubber gloves and the only part of her body uncovered was her face. Pale and beautiful, with a tumble of red-gold curls surrounding her head like a halo, Jacqueline looked like some kind of fallen angel. Jenna allowed the zipped hood to hang loose around her slave’s neck. For now.
Karl too looked like a perverted cherub in his black leather harness and jockstrap. Jenna thought the time was right to slip out of her white robe and reveal the red one-piece she wore. It was intricately made in leather and chainmail, so that at first glance it looked like a spider had spun a web on her body in blood. The slaves gasped.
‘Don’t speak,’ ordered Jenna as she laced her favourite platform-soled boots up to just over her knee. ‘Jacqueline, you are not to speak without my or Karl’s permission all night. I don’t care how horny you get, or how near to coming, you keep your pretty little mouth closed and if you meet this challenge then I will permit you to climax. Do you understand?’ Jacqueline nodded. Jenna turned to Karl.
‘Karl, you’re only allowed to speak to Jacqueline. You may not directly address me. Understood?’ Karl’s hard-on, straining in his trousers, confirmed his acquiescence. As they left the apartment, Jenna remembered the final, most important thing about the game they were about to play. ‘Our safe word tonight is “Red Cross”. If I go too far, or if you get frightened – bad frightened, not good frightened – just say “Red Cross” and I will let you go.’
Luckily Jenna had pre-booked a taxi, and she allowed Karl and Jacqueline to wear coats to the club. It was somewhere in yet-to-be-redeveloped outer London, on what looked like a run-down industrial estate. As the taxi weaved its way through seemingly abandoned building sites, wire-mesh fences dividing the deserted road from abandoned warehouses and crates and scrapheaps, even Jenna began to feel nervous. It was hard to believe they were in London; it was more like being in the war zone of a foreign country. More than once, the driver stopped to consult his A–Z, muttering that in 20 years of working in the capital he had never once come across this area or one like it.
Jenna disliked the way he questioned her authority: it undermined her in front of the two slaves who sat mute in the back seat. But her doubts were quickly and suddenly assuaged when the taxi driver took a sharp left and plunged into an empty street where there was
a single, anonymous-looking building. A door in the wall was discreetly marked with a red cross. Jenna paid off the driver, tipped him, and she and her slaves were alone in the night. Someone must have been watching because even before Jenna could bring a raised fist down on the door to knock, it swung open, and they were led down a long, dark corridor, lit only with flaming torches held by wrought-iron candelabras. The walk down to the crimson velvet curtain at the end of the corridor seemed endless, and once they had showed the clipboard girl their invitations, the three passed through that heavy drape and entered another world.
Vast as a tennis court, the room was decorated in black and steel, giving the place an edgy, industrial feel. Glass windows surrounded empty beds, so that the people who were playing behind them would feel watched as though in a fish tank. Private bunks, like catacombs, were dug into the walls and illuminated by spotlights; Jenna looked forward to watching people fucking heavily in those cubbyholes before the night was through.
The centre of the room was dominated by a circular bar. Nothing unusual about that, but the Perspex bar was half filled with water and a man and a woman in bondage gear floated in the narrow, constrictive pool, lit up by underwater spotlights. This place had clearly been custom-designed with pleasure and torture in mind.
A stocky, Italian-looking guy bound over to Jacqueline and kissed her on both cheeks.
‘Jackie, darling,’ he said in a low, mellifluous voice. ‘So glad you came. Now you and your friends are here, the party can really get started. What do you think?’ Jacqueline fixed silent round eyes on Dan’s face.
‘You may speak,’ Jenna said. But Jacqueline didn’t get the chance.
‘Ah,’ said Dan, understanding at once. ‘Your game has already begun. I will address the woman who is clearly mistress of this group.’ He turned to Jenna. ‘And you must be Jenna. Your reputation goes before you.’
‘Glad to hear it,’ she said. ‘And this is Karl. He is second in command, but the pair of them will only be allowed to communicate through me.’
‘Let me get you all a drink,’ Dan said, gesturing to one of the bar staff who immediately proceeded to mix elaborate cocktails for them. As they sipped, Dan told them that he wanted the real show to start at about 11 o’clock. Jenna looked at the old-fashioned grandfather clock on the wall, which had a single handcuff swinging in its casing instead of a pendulum. Twenty minutes to go. She decided to warm her slaves up a little bit. A sharp tug on Karl’s reins made him jerk and spill his drink down his chest.
‘Lick that up, slut,’ said Jenna to Jacqueline, without looking at her. Jacqueline fell upon Karl’s smooth chest, greedily devouring the droplets of liquid. When she had finished, Jacqueline sat back.
Jenna carefully, slowly unfastened the two zips on Jacqueline’s breasts, so that her flesh squeezed through the opening as though gasping for air. The exposed tits were compressed and firmer than ever. Jenna ordered Karl to whip her lightly with his fingertips. He did so, flicking the flesh, which wobbled like a tiny jelly. Jacqueline looked like she would die from pleasure. The nipple darkened and swelled.
‘Your breasts betray the fact that your punishment excites you, slut,’ said Jenna. ‘Let’s see if the rest of your body is so easy to turn on.’ With strong, rippling arms, Karl forced Jacqueline’s knees apart. Quick as a flash, Jenna was in there, unzipping the shiny black fastening that covered Jacqueline’s pussy. The flesh beneath was pink and dripping. Clear liquid oozed from inside the latex and ran down Jacqueline’s inner thigh. Jenna gestured towards the juice. Karl bent double and began to lap it up like a cat drinking milk from a saucer.
‘Don’t you dare lick her cunt,’ dictated Jenna. She didn’t want them both getting too horny too soon. Looking around with frustration, her eyes alighted on the glass screen which divided the central playroom from the rest of the club. ‘Come with me.’
Jenna paused, looked Jacqueline up and down and made eye contact with the girl to check she was really fine with this. Jacqueline’s dilated pupils and flushed cheeks and wide smile reassured Jenna that she was more than OK, she was in her own special kind of heaven. In fact, thought Jenna, Jacqueline looked ready for her to turn the pleasure/pain up a notch or two.
While Karl watched, Jenna drew Jacqueline in towards her. Wrapping strong muscular arms around the smaller, slighter girl’s body, Jenna felt empowered by her physical strength and superiority. Jacqueline’s puffy nipples poked through the slits in her suit and gently prodded at Jenna’s own body, growing hard as they brushed against the filigree of her dress. Jenna imagined Jacqueline’s tits as tiny insects getting caught in a spider’s web. The thought made her warm and wet between her legs. She felt the fluid begin to pool in the gusset of her red panties and pressed her lips on Jacqueline’s, forcing her tongue into the other girl’s mouth, not that she met with much resistance. Then, before anybody knew what she was doing, she pulled that black plastic hood up and over Jacqueline’s head, the noise of the zip clearly audible as she secured the seal down the centre of Jacqueline’s face, obscuring the girl’s eyes, blocking her nostrils, and leaving only the mouth visible, turning her from fallen angel to helpless gimp in two seconds. Karl’s hands wandered to his cock, but he dared not release his erection from its tight pouch without permission from his mistress.
Jenna hooked the reins over Karl’s shoulders so that she was leading him like a camel through the desert. He in turn led Jacqueline by the hand into the glass playroom. The club was filling up now, and a crowd of people gathered around them, but the steward on the door shook his head, emphasising that only three people were to be allowed at this time.
Slapping Karl’s hand away from the gimp, Jenna wasted no time in throwing Jacqueline face down on the bed. Jacqueline’s exposed, bulging pussy was wetter and pinker than ever, and the smell of her arousal and of Jenna’s own musk and of Karl’s fresh sweat filled the tiny room, infusing it with the unmistakable, irresistible aroma of desire.
‘Right, this is how it’s going to be. Jacqueline, you’re going to spread your eager little pussy and someone is going to fuck you. From behind. It might be Karl’s cock, it might be my hand, it might be Karl’s hand and maybe, if you don’t disguise your pleasure, you’ll find that my crop comes raining down on your dirty little cunt.’ At these threats Jacqueline’s pussy began to twitch convulsively.
Jenna led Karl over to the prone Jacqueline. She had never seen him in dom mode before, and had to admit that the cruel twist on his lip suited him.
‘Talk to her,’ said Jenna. Karl knelt between Jacqueline’s legs and blew on her moist pussy. Steam rose from between her legs as her body heat evaporated into the cool, air-conditioned club.
‘So hot, and so wet, you dirty little bitch,’ Karl murmured. Jacqueline could obviously hear through her mask, as she nodded her head in agreement. Jenna heard squashed tits making squeaking noises against the latex mattress and grew wetter.
‘Get inside her,’ commanded Jenna, too quietly for Jacqueline to hear, and undid the buckle that fastened Karl’s pouch. The soft leather cup fell away, leaving his hips and butt bound with leather straps, but his prick bouncing and unleashed, the hardest, thickest erection Jenna had seen in a long time.
Karl was inside Jacqueline in seconds, the two bodies bucking and rising in a perfect, mutually understood motion. Karl’s pale, solid, muscled body dwarfed Jacqueline’s tiny black frame and as they stifled their cries for fear of punishment, Jenna thought it was almost a shame to join in such a perfect union. But Karl was having too much fun and if she did not assert her authority soon, he would slip out of her control.
She turned her attention away from her slaves for a second, and looked at the glass-panelled walls which enclosed them. The sight was disarming. Bodies pressed against the glass, on all four sides, breasts and cocks and mouths and arms and hands jammed up against the glass, sweat and steam from people’s breath and body oils smearing the glass and sending the writhing bodies into soft focus. Some of them were t
ouching each other, some of them touching themselves, and even as Jenna looked, the crowd became two, then three people deep. It was like having four television screens surrounding her, each one playing a different pornographic film of a group sex scene. But what she noticed most was the eyes; all of them trained on her, waiting to see what this mistress who had these two bodies utterly at her command would do next.
Well, she couldn’t let them down, could she? From her bag, Jenna produced a red strap-on harness which she proceeded to fasten around her hips. The scarlet, nine-inch dildo protruded from her mons pubis. A tiny, carefully positioned nub of plastic at the base of the dildo also massaged her clitoris through her panties. She would appreciate that when she started thrusting. A murmur of arousal, like a Mexican wave, went through the watching crowd. Karl, innocent of the surprise coming his way, was lost in Jacqueline, his arms pinning hers to the bed, his eyes closed with pleasure and the effort of trying not to come.
Jenna took a generous-sized dollop of lube from the dispenser on the wall and smeared the cold liquid around Karl’s smooth, hairless, twitching sphincter. The tight muscles of his perfect ass contracted and relaxed in anticipation. He was probably only expecting a finger or thumb, and didn’t know what was coming to him. Jenna changed that by pressing the cold plastic dildo tip between his cheeks, exploring the highly sensitive entrance to his ass hole. Then, with the merciless treatment that slaves deserved, she pushed her hips forward so that Karl’s tight little opening was crudely penetrated.