The Submission Factory

by Susanna Hughes

  'No, you shouldn't have any problems. Bill had to go out tonight so she's agreed you can borrow Angela after dinner. I think you'll find it very interesting. She's just finished her training so she'll help you in any way you want.' Madam M turned to the rest of the guests. 'Well, ladies and gentlemen, shall we go and eat?'

  They all nodded and Madam M led the way through the door by which she'd entered.

  Tony patted my cheek proprietarily. 'Goodbye, Nat,' he said, before he turned to follow them.

  For a moment I was tempted to blow my cover and tell him what I thought of him and this place in no uncertain terms. But there were two things stopping me. Firstly I wanted to know exactly what he had in mind for me, how he imagined he could get away with it. And secondly, the sexual arousal I felt since being brought to the strange house was so strong, and so pervasive that, for the moment at least, I didn't want it to end.

  Madam Celine led me out of the room. We turned into a spacious lobby and walked up a curving staircase to the first floor. I was taken along a landing, where Madam Celine opened a door at the end and ushered me inside.

  I found myself in a luxurious bedroom with heavy drapes, a huge double bed and a cream carpet. It had the aroma of expensive perfume. The walls were decorated in cream silk and there were two oil paintings lit by brass lamps, both depicting acts of sex, one with a man about to insert his cock into the exaggerated sex of his partner, and the other where the same woman had her lips poised at the glans of an equally oversized penis, which she was holding in both hands.

  Standing in the room was another female slave. She was dressed in a black lace basque with a frilly hem and a quarter-cup bra which pushed her naked breasts upwards. She wore black stockings attached to the suspenders of the basque, but no panties, her sex shaved. Like me her nipples were pierced but they were not chained together. Like me also her arms were strapped behind her back, but by leather cuffs at her wrists and elbows. She had large green eyes, smooth lips and, like me, red hair which fell in soft waves to her shoulders. A metal bar had been placed between her legs, attached to two leather cuffs which were strapped around her ankles.

  Madam Celine unclipped the chain from my nipple rings. 'Stay where you are,' she ordered.

  She walked across the room and opened a walnut armoire. She returned with a metal bar like the one the other woman had bound between her ankles. Forcing my legs apart she strapped it in place. She went to the bedside table. She opened it and took out two short chains with the familiar spring-loaded clips at each end. She clipped them to our rings, so our nipples were just a couple of inches apart.

  Without a word she gathered up the redundant chains and walked out of the door.

  'What's your name?' I asked.

  'Angela M. Keep your voice down. Don't you know anything?' It was obvious she thought the room was bugged in some way.

  My arms, my shoulders and my legs ached but it did not diminish my excitement, and clearly she felt the same. I closed my eyes, and subconsciously began to roll my hips and push against her.

  'That's nice,' she whispered. She responded by gently twisting her shoulders so the rings on her nipples nudged against mine. There was a slight noise and sharp pulse of pleasure. I gasped.

  'You have to be quiet.'

  'Sorry,' I whispered.

  She pushed forward until our breasts were squashed together. Then she pulled back until the chains were taut and our nipples stretched. She did this four or five times until we were both gasping with pleasure and my clit was pulsing.

  'Use my thigh,' she whispered in my ear. She shuffled around awkwardly, the nipple chains stretched to the maximum, until she was pressing her thigh against my sex, the two metal bars at our ankles strained to the limit.

  'That's so lovely,' I moaned.

  'Be quiet.'

  I concentrated on rubbing my sex lips up and down her thigh. I felt them open to expose my clit. It was still sore but ultra-sensitive, and caressing against Angela's silky skin, occasionally catching the hard nub of a suspender that held her stockings taut, created a wonderful sensation.

  'You'll make me come,' I whispered.

  'Only if you can do it without a noise,' she said.

  Clamping my mouth shut I rubbed harder. My excitement increased. This was the first time since I'd found myself in the house that I had the freedom to make myself come, if freedom was the right word when my body was in such tight bondage. But as I rubbed my clit against the hot flesh I knew it was not enough. I needed something more. It was shocking but I needed to feel the intensity of pain. She seemed to sense it too. She eased back so the chains pulled my nipples taut, and I gasped as the metal stretched my tender flesh. The stab of pain transferred itself to my sex and in seconds I was coming, rubbing against her smooth flesh.

  I recovered from my orgasm and moved around, trying to return the compliment, pushing my thigh between Angela's legs, but she pulled back.

  'No,' she whispered. 'I make too much noise when I come, I can't stop myself.'

  'Are you waiting for me?'

  I could not see who had entered the room, but it was Tony. I felt his hand running down my back. When it reached my buttocks he pinched and I couldn't help yelping.

  'Sensitive little thing, aren't you?'

  I said nothing. I was determined not to reveal the truth.

  'Reply when I talk to you.' The rebuke was accompanied by a stinging blow to my left buttock.

  'Yes.'

  'You're going to be trained to call me master. So you might as well start now.'

  'Yes, master,' I intoned. Despite the circumstances the word excited me. It was the word of a slave, an object, helplessly bound with no power to resist anything he might want to do to me, and I found that incredibly exciting.

  'That's better. You've got a lot to learn about how to treat a man properly.'

  He walked around us. He had taken off his jacket and bowtie and was unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled off his shoes and socks and I heard a zipper as his trousers and black briefs followed. His cock was already beginning to grow.

  He rounded on Angela, pushing into her back, his hands squeezing between us to cup her breasts. It was the first time I'd seen my husband touch another woman. She groaned as his hands squeezed. I could imagine that cock crushed against her buttocks.

  'Would you like me to fuck you, Angela?'

  'I would love it, master, if that's your pleasure.'

  He laughed. 'You see, Nat. The perfect answer. What matters here is what I want. That's all that matters. Do you get it?'

  I did not reply.

  'Answer me. You've just earned your first punishment.'

  'Yes, master.' It was extraordinary but Tony was treating me just as Jack had, like his slave.

  He unclipped the chains from Angela's nipples, leaving them hanging loosely from mine, then stooped and released her ankles from the cuffs.

  'Step back,' he ordered.

  She stepped away from me.

  'Now before we proceed there's the small matter of punishment for your insolence, isn't there Nat?'

  'Yes, master,' I said.

  'You do need to be punished, don't you, Nat?'

  'Yes, master.'

  'Good. You see Madam M was right about you. You are a good subject.'

  He circled me, examining my body as if he hadn't seen it before, flicking at the chains hanging from my nipples.

  'Do you know, the idea of whipping you is turning me on? I'd never have guessed it, but I'm really into all this. It's like a part of me I've only discovered since meeting Madam M. So I suppose you've done me a favour.'

  I understood exactly what he meant. How odd that it had taken my affair with Jack to reveal how we both felt.

  He pulled me forward. I almost fell because of the spreader bar, but I managed to keep my feet as he guided me to the bed.

  'Rest your forehead on the bed.'

  I bent forward and did so. I felt his hand caressing my upturned buttocks.

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sp; 'Angela, get me a cane.'

  From my upside down view I saw her go to a china umbrella stand. But instead of umbrellas there were a number of canes. She selected one with her mouth and brought it back to the master. He took it from her lips.

  'What a clever mouth you have. We'll put that to good use later.'

  He swished the cane through the air. I saw him taking up position behind me. Despite fear I felt a tingle of anticipation in my buttocks.

  Thwack! The cane cut down across my bottom, my flesh compressed under the impact. I felt a lurch of pain and struggled instinctively against my bonds, desperate to free my arms to protect myself.

  'Not bad for a beginner,' he said, almost to himself.

  Thwack! Another cut of the cane seared across my buttocks, just higher than the first. The pain quivered through my body.

  Thwack! Thwack! I was unable to stop tears welling in my eyes, but that didn't mean my body wasn't converting the searing pain into equally intense pleasure.

  Thwack! Thwack! I could barely stand. My knees threatened to buckle, then he struck on the back of them and I slumped to the floor.

  Tony threw the cane down. Through tears I saw him climb on the bed and lay on his back, his erect cock in front of me.

  'Now let's see what that mouth of yours can do, Angela,' he said, his voice heavy with passion.

  Angela got on the bed between his legs, and I watched as she moved her mouth down over his cock.

  Tony moaned as she sucked. 'What a clever girl.'

  He pushed her off, then moved until his cock was inches from my face and I could see the wetness of Angela's saliva all over it.

  'Wouldn't you love to be fucked now, Nat? Wouldn't you love to feel my cock sliding into you?'

  'Yes, master,' I said, despite myself. I knew it would not happen. For Tony, making me watch him being fellated by another woman was part of my punishment for having an affair. He thought I didn't know who he was. He could congratulate himself on having humiliated me, on rubbing my nose in my infidelity, knowing I would never be aware of what had happened, and never be able to reproach him for it. And that was clearly what Madam M offered; the opportunity for the wronged party to reap a sweet revenge.

  Casually Tony pushed Angela over onto her back, rolled on top of her and centred his cock between her thighs. He took it in hand and used the glans, wet from her mouth, to stroke her clit. She moaned and shivered. He twisted down and fed one of her nipples into his mouth. He bared his teeth and I saw them grip the gold ring that pierced her flesh, and pull.

  'Oh, yesss...' Angela moaned. My own nipples immediately spasmed in sympathy.

  He did the same to her other breast while he continued to stroke his cock between her sex lips. He was teasing himself, resisting the temptation to plunge into that hot wet vagina and take the ultimate pleasure.

  But he couldn't resist. I saw his hand position his cock at the mouth of her vagina. I remembered how Jack had done the same thing to Sandra while I, like now, was bound helpless and made to watch.

  'Yesss,' Angela squealed as he plunged into her, stabbing his cock into her until it disappeared completely. I felt my clit tremble in sympathy. Despite my anger at what he was doing to me, how I wished I could feel what Angela was feeling; a rigid sword of flesh buried in the tight sheath of my sex.

  Her eyes were closed and she rolled her head from side to side in obvious ecstasy. As her orgasm subsided he began pulling himself out until I could see the wet head of his penis, then plunging in again, his buttocks knotted with tension. She shrieked on each inward stroke, demonstrating what she had told me about her inability to remain silent during sex.

  I wanted to turn away. I wanted to do anything but watch him doing things to her that he had neglected to do to me. Yet at the same time I wanted to see everything, every little detail.

  His rhythm changed and he began to limit the amount he pulled out, instead circling his hips. I could see his orgasm approaching. I saw the muscles in his thighs tense and his rhythm slow some more. He thrust one last time, his body arched like a bow, then let out a low guttural expulsion of air. She came again too as his spunk erupted, and she screamed even louder.

  Eventually he opened his eyes and climbed off Angela. He looked straight into my eyes. There was satisfaction written into his face, the expression of someone who was enjoying their revenge. Even when we first met he never fucked me with as much intensity. He was playing to his audience and to himself.

  'Did you enjoy watching us?' he goaded, circling the glistening cock with his hand and wanking lazily.

  'Yes, master,' I lied, keen not to earn another punishment.

  'But now I think it's time for you to give me a show.'

  He climbed off the bed and lifted me onto it, then rolled me over so I was lying on my back, my arms pinned beneath me.

  'Kiss her,' he ordered, looking at Angela.

  She crawled over then leant and kissed me on the mouth. I felt her tongue pushing between my lips and sucked it hungrily.

  'Now sit on her face,' he ordered.

  Angela straddled my shoulders. I looked up into her sex. It was glistening with her juices and his viscous spunk. I strained up and kissed her. Spunk dribbled into my mouth and I swallowed it.

  Angela eased down on me, allowing me to lower my head back onto the bed. I felt his hands take hold of my ankles again. His fingers played with my sex lips, stroking up and down between them, but then I felt a finger exploring between my buttocks, pushing against my anus, as if to test its resistance. There was little and his finger slid deep inside my bottom, making me groan. Another finger joined it and he explored my rear passage.

  His fingers withdrew, and I felt something bigger being pushed against my sphincter. For a moment it resisted, then I felt a hard phallus penetrate beyond the little ring of muscle and push until it stretched my anus. As usual the initial discomfort was followed by pleasure.

  'You little slut,' he said.

  'Please fuck me, master,' I begged, muffled by Angela's sex.

  He pulled her off me and made her lie on her back again. His cock was fully erect. He sat on her breasts so it pulsed above her face. He gripped it and began to wank.

  'Lick my balls,' he told her, and she obeyed, and I watched as he shuddered and came. Spunk jetted from the eye of his cock and spattered her face and her hair.

  He took my chin in his hand. He raised my head so I was looking straight into his eyes. They were sparkling with a look that was unmistakable. His revenge, for tonight at least, was complete. But what he didn't know was that his plan, for which he had no doubt paid a great deal of money, was not working. I was not an empty vessel ready to be turned into a mindless submissive. I still had all my faculties. I didn't know how I was going to escape, but I was sure I would, and that when I did it would be my turn to savour revenge.

  Chapter Six

  Her meetings with Jack had become the high spot of her week. She never knew what he had planned for her, which of course only increased her sense of excitement. She knew one thing; he would always have thought up some new way to humiliate or enslave her to his wishes, and the truth was she loved every single minute of it.

  The rest of the week was spent reliving whatever he had done to her. Masturbation was no longer an option, it was a necessity in order to relieve the sexual tension that these memories created day and night. She'd even tried to provoke her husband into fucking her, but her efforts had only been rewarded by a few urgent thrusts in the missionary position before he'd ejaculated which, even in her excited state, had failed to bring her any relief.

  Jack had created a monster. She had become super-sensitive. Even the act of putting on a bra was capable of tipping her into uncontrollable excitement and her sex was so receptive she relished the feel of her panties rubbing it as she walked. But the elaborate masturbation rituals she had developed for herself, often lying on the bed in some sort of self-bondage, gagged and blindfolded with a vibrator between her bound legs, was no
thing compared to the feelings Jack could give her.

  He'd given her a key so she could slip into the flat at the appointed time and strip in the cloakroom as he'd insisted. As usual on this visit she had selected her lingerie carefully; a white lace waspie and white hold-up stockings. The waspie had crisscrossed laces at the back, and she struggled to lace it as tightly as she could. It left her breasts bare, but following Jack's preference she wore white lace panties.

  The door to the black room was open and Jack was standing in the middle of it. He was naked apart from a pair of briefs.

  'You're late,' he said irritably.

  'I'm sorry,' she responded, even though it wasn't true.

  'Come here and make yourself useful for a change,' he said.

  He smiled knowingly. He walked over to the double bed. The mattress was covered with a single violet-coloured sheet. He lay down on it and opened his legs.

  'Pull my pants off.'

  She did as she was told. She knelt on the bed and took hold of the waistband of his briefs. He lifted his buttocks to help her pull them off. His cock was already beginning to grow.

  'Now kneel between my legs,' he said, stretching them apart. 'And put your hands behind your back.'

  She did as she was told, her eyes locked on his circumcised cock.

  'Lick it,' he ordered. 'You mustn't use your hands.'

  She leant forward and touched her tongue against his glans. It reacted, twitching and growing. She licked around the pink flesh and saw it swell again.

  'Now suck it.'

  Eagerly she sucked his cock into her mouth. She could feel it getting stiffer and harder. She felt her insides churn with excitement. She concentrated on pleasing him, moving her mouth up and down his engorged phallus, teasing it with her tongue, sucking the glans.

  'That's enough,' he said suddenly. He sat up. 'I have arranged something special for you tonight. Isn't that kind of me?' He smiled, a cruel smile. 'But first I think you need to be warmed up, don't you?'

  Barbara felt a sharp pang of arousal deep in her sex. She knew what this meant.

  'I asked you a question,' he snapped as he got to his feet.