The Submission Factory

by Susanna Hughes

  After a break when I was returned to my cell for a lunch of stew and bread, Madam Celine arrived to collect me again. She told me to strip off the cuffs and the catsuit. When I was naked the cuffs were buckled on again and she clipped my arms behind my back and my ankle cuffs together with the same short chain. We set off in a different direction and I found myself in a small room decorated in a lush shade of crimson. The only furniture was a square block upholstered in red leather. Fixed to the top of it were four straps, while hanging above it was a metal bar with clips at each end.

  'Kneel on that with your knees apart,' Madam Celine ordered.

  I did as I was told. She freed my wrists then stretched my arms up above my head and attached the cuffs to either end of the bar. She then folded the leather straps over my legs, one just below my knees and one over my ankles, making it impossible for me to stand up. She then left me on my own, although not for long.

  When the door opened again Madam Celine entered with two of the other slaves, a man and a woman. Both wore the same rubber catsuits and helmets I had worn earlier, and I watched as she undid their wrists and ankle cuffs. The female slave had a slender figure with long legs and firm breasts, though their shape was distorted by the holes in the catsuit. Between her legs I caught a glimpse of blonde pubic hair.

  The male was shorter. He had an erection, the veins standing out prominently, perhaps because of the tightness of the hole through which it and his balls had been forced.

  Madam Celine had a blindfold. She slipped it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.

  'You know what to do,' I heard her say to the couple. 'And you know what will happen if you don't do it well.'

  I felt a hand caress my nipple. A tongue wormed into the ring and its soft wetness dallied with the metal, pulling it up and down and making me moan with pleasure. Another hand was running over my buttocks where the collection of marks from my encounter with Tony had been joined by the stinging blows from Madam Celine. It soothed and caressed them. Another hand pushed between my thighs. I felt a warm silky oil being massaged into my sex, while another hand oiled my anus until a finger could penetrate there.

  A mouth locked on my sex and a tongue found my clitoris. Another mouth kissed me, a wet tongue forcing its way between my lips.

  I could do nothing but give in. Four hands and two mouths caressed and kissed and licked my body, and I swooned with delight. Fingers played with my nipples too, agitating the rings just enough to provoke a delicious mixture of pleasure and discomfort. I moaned. I felt my orgasm blossoming and knew I was going to come.

  The clever mouth left my sex and the unmistakable loop at the tip of Madam Celine's riding crop hit my clit a stinging blow. I shuddered under the impact.

  'Pleasure and pain, that's what you love, you little slut,' Madam Celine mocked.

  It was. Pleasure and pain. I tried to stop trembling. Then the hands and lips were back, and I felt the slave's cock probing between my thighs. It pushed once and slid into me, aided by my shameful juices. I had no idea who he was, but the anonymity actually added to my excitement. As his cock plunged deep into my sex hands caressed my body. The cock fucked me harder and harder. I was on the brink again, but they pulled away and the whip punished my clit for a second time.

  'No, please no,' I begged.

  'All part of your training,' Madam Celine said.

  Again the clever lips and the wily fingers did their work. Warm massage oil was smoothed into my flesh. Hands worked on my breasts, caressing them, my nipples so hard. The rings were pulled, the tender buds pinched and nipped and sucked, fingers pushing into my vagina and arse. I fought my orgasm off, trying desperately to delay the inevitable, but the feelings were just too strong. When the fingers in my sex were replaced by the erect cock I was on the edge of orgasm yet again. But all physical contact withdrew and the cruel whip cracked down on my helplessly exposed clit for a third time.

  I was brought to the edge of a climax countless times, and each time my clit was punished, allowing me no relief. Then, finally, I heard the door opening and closing and I was left alone, on the brink, horribly frustrated.

  I don't know how long it was before I heard the door open again. A hand removed the blindfold and I blinked.

  'I see you've been enjoying your training.' It was Madam M. She stood in front of me wearing a black satin slip that followed every contour of her spectacular body. It had a deep V-neck and I could see her breasts pressed together by a black bra. She was wearing black high heels, and she seemed to tower over me. Her legs were sheathed in glossy black nylon. Her long hair had been pinned up, making her look even more severe.

  'Answer me,' she snapped.

  'No, Madam M,' I said.

  'No? How do you explain this then?' She ran a hand between my pussy lips. I shuddered. My juices coated her fingers.

  'I don't know, Madam M,' I said.

  'Do you know what turns me on?'

  'No, Madam M,' I replied.

  'Pain; other people's pain. I'm a born sadist. I get pleasure in seeing other people suffer. Fortunately there are plentiful masochists who can benefit from my predilections. Women like you.'

  She produced a thick dildo and a leather harness. She went behind me and knelt on the block, her legs straddling my calves, and pressed against my back, her hands circling my waist. She cupped my breasts, massaging them.

  'You are completely helpless. I can do anything I want to you, anything at all, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. There is absolutely no escape. That excites you, doesn't it?'

  'Yes, Madam M,' I said. It was true.

  Her fingers played with the rings in my nipples. I tensed, expecting her to pull them, my tortured clit pulsing.

  'That's why I started this little enterprise,' she said. 'To give myself an endless supply of slaves who I could manipulate for my own satisfaction. Oh, my clients get what they pay for, but in the end that's a bonus.'

  She wriggled her belly against my bottom. The silky smoothness of her slip felt deliciously cool against my tortured buttocks, and I could not help but moan with pleasure. A hand snaked between my legs and frotted my clit.

  She moved around in front of me. I looked into her eyes. Instead of the disdain and superiority I had seen there before, she was displaying a quite different emotion - lust. Her eyes were sparkling. She picked up the leather harness. It had a triangle of leather at the front, in which was a hole. She fed the dildo through it.

  'I'm going to let you fuck me, Natalie,' she said. 'I need it.'

  She teased the tip of the dildo between my thighs. It ground against my clit and I gasped. She undid the buckles of the harness and wrapped it around my hips and between my legs, strapping it on tight. I looked down at the dildo sticking out from my groin like a real cock.

  I watched as Madam M inched the material of her slip up over her legs and hips, and bunched it around her waist. She wore black silk panties.

  There was just enough room on the block for her to slip onto all fours and grind back against the dildo. She reached between her legs to grasp it and guide it, easing aside her panties.

  Instinctively I pushed forward, so the dildo slid between the lips of her sex.

  She moaned slightly, directing the tip to her clitoris. I moved back and forth so it stroked her little bud and she shuddered. Bound as I was I couldn't move freely, so I held steady as she pushed back and the black rubber sank into her.

  Madam's buttocks pressed against my groin and she ground against me, making the dildo twist and its base rub deliciously against my sex. Then she rocked forward and I watched as the dildo emerged, glistening with her juices. She pushed back powerfully again, burying it in herself and making it butt my clit too.

  She began a rhythm, slow at first but with increasing speed. Each time she pushed back she uttered a little cry of pleasure and each time I felt the dildo tease my clit. I would have loved to free my hands and wrap them around her, sinking my fingers into those soft breasts, but the cuf
fs held me firm.

  It was a delicious experience, and after my previous frustrations I felt my orgasm nearing. I knew she was coming too, her sobs of pleasure echoing my own. She thrust back and I thrust forward, prolonging and intensifying what we felt together.

  After long moments calm descended. Madam M pulled away. For a moment she stayed on all fours in front of me, breathing deeply, and I could see her sex lips and her thighs glistening with juices. Then she got to her feet. She readjusted her panties, wriggled her slip down and walked out, leaving me bound and alone, the harness still strapped around my hips, the dildo still sprouting from my groin.

  Chapter Eight

  Outside the front door of his apartment block she hesitated. Every time she went to see Jack she was betraying her husband and her marriage. But she told herself it was her husband's fault, that he was neglecting her, that he didn't seem to be interested in sex any more, just his work, so really he only had himself to blame.

  That didn't mean she felt any less guilty. But it was not only guilt that made her hesitant. The exquisite pleasures she received at Jack's hands were dark and perverted, and she didn't like to admit to herself that she was capable of relishing such depraved acts. In his 'black room' she was reduced to a sex slave, made to submit without question to anything he wanted, no matter how bizarre or humiliating. The fact that she loved this submission and craved it was what gave her pause. Jack had found a cache of sexual need but wouldn't it be better to turn her back on these atavistic fantasies, to close the door on what lurked beneath the surface of her psyche and gain control of her life again?

  She knew the answer was yes. But she knew, just as surely, that she would not let that rational judgement stop her for one moment.

  In the lift to his apartment her heart began to beat faster and she felt the breathlessness of excitement seize her lungs. She wondered what he had in mind for her tonight. She never knew. He had never repeated himself. Every visit was a new journey into sexual territory she had never explored before.

  She let herself into the apartment at exactly the appointed time, knowing what he would do to her if she were late. She was not expecting him to greet her. The only routine part of the evening was his insistence that she went into the cloakroom and stripped to her lingerie. Tonight she had chosen a lacy blue corset and panties. The corset left her breasts exposed, and it had suspenders that held glossy smoke-coloured nylons.

  She opened the cloakroom door. On the toilet seat was a note, The chains are for you. She looked around. Hanging from the back of the door were two sets of metal manacles.

  She slipped off her outer clothes. She took the manacles from the door. There was a keyhole in each, and a spring-loaded mechanism by which they could be snapped shut.

  She wrapped one around her wrist and closed it with a metallic click. Only a few links joined it to the other, so it was a little awkward getting the other cuff on, but she managed it.

  The other set were for her ankles. It would be difficult to walk properly with them on, but that was his intention, and it excited her.

  She bent and fitted them around her nylon-sheathed ankles and snapped them shut. She managed to shuffle out into the hall, the chains clinking. Feeling the usual cocktail of trepidation and excitement she moved with tiny steps towards the black room, but as she approached she heard Jack's voice from the living room.

  'In here.'

  The door was ajar and she pushed it open. He was sitting in an armchair with his legs crossed, reading the paper. He did not look up.

  'Come over here.' He pointed to a spot on the carpet in front of him.

  She shuffled forward, feeling like a pet dog summoned to the side of its master.

  'Get on your knees.'

  She obeyed at once.

  'What do you think of your chains?'

  She couldn't think of what to say.

  'I asked you a question.'

  'I don't know.'

  'You don't know? What sort of answer is that? If I want you in chains, if I go to the trouble of buying chains for you, shouldn't you be a little more enthusiastic? Well, Barbara, in future I'm going to keep you in chains quite a lot. It pleases me to see you like this. Is that understood?'

  'If that's what you want.'

  'I think I've been much too lenient with you.'

  He put the paper down and leant forward. He cupped her breasts, one after the other, pinching her erect nipples. He picked up a short strap from the small table next to the chair. He threaded it into one of the chain links between the wrist manacles then pulled them up and buckled the strap around her neck.

  'Lie on your back,' he said.

  She did as she was told, though it was difficult without the use of her arms.

  'So this is her...'

  She looked up at a pair of grey corduroy trousers.

  'Oh, how rude, I haven't introduced you,' Jack said, getting to his feet. 'This is Tom, a friend of mine. When I told him about you he wanted to see for himself.'

  'Jack tells me you like to be submissive,' Tom said. 'Is that true?'

  'No.'

  'No? Is he lying to me then?'

  'No. I mean yes.' She was so confused, so surprised by this turn of events she found answering a simple question a challenge.

  'Yes he's lying, or yes you like to be a slave?'

  'I like being a slave,' she muttered, feeling herself blush.

  Tom walked back out of her field of vision.

  'Let's get on with it,' Jack said.

  'I've got it here,' Tom replied.

  'Tom has bought you a present, Barbara. Isn't that nice of him?'

  'What sort of present?' she said weakly.

  'It's a dildo. He wants to see you masturbate with it.'

  Tom squatted down by her side. She looked at him. He was a thickset man with a broad face, a large nose and piggy eyes. His hair was brown and curly. There was nothing about him she found attractive. He was holding a smooth metal phallus in his hand.

  'I can't!'

  'Open your legs,' Jack said sternly.

  Bemused by what was happening Barbara slid her legs apart as far as the chain would allow. Tom pushed the crotch of her panties aside and slid the dildo between her pussy lips. It was cold and she winced.

  'It'll soon warm up, baby,' he said, his voice gruff. He twisted a ring at the base of the dildo and Barbara felt familiar vibrations spreading out into her sex. The two men stared down at her. It was humiliating, to be made to bring herself off in front of a man she had never met before. But as always her body responded with a wave of excitement and her juices flowed.

  'Nice tits,' Tom said crudely.

  'I think they need a bit of stimulation too,' Jack said.

  He produced some nipple clamps and clipped them to her erect buds. She gasped. They bit deep, and turned into a dull ache.

  'She loves it,' Tom observed with satisfaction. He unzipped his trousers and extracted his cock, wanking lazily. As she watched he pulled the foreskin back to reveal the bulbous glans.

  The feelings in her body were coalescing. The physical stimulation of the dildo and the nipple clips, that unique melange of pain and pleasure, were rushing her to an orgasm, but she knew it was more than that. She knew what was bringing her off so strongly was the extraordinary position in which she found herself, chained and exposed, obeying the whims of a stranger as surely as if she were his slave, as if he owned her and her only role in life was to do as she was told. A part of her didn't want to admit how excited she was, how such humiliating treatment was accelerating her to a climax. But she simply had no choice. She tugged on the chain linking the nipple clamps and the surge of pain pushed her over the edge, making her moan with delight and arch her spine, only her feet, her buttocks and her shoulders in contact with the floor.

  As she gradually calmed down her orgasm only left her wanting more. She raised her head. 'Let me suck it,' she begged, eyeing the cock in Tom's fist.

  'Good idea,' Jack chuckled. 'Let her
suck it for you.'

  Tom knelt and leant over her face so she could reach his cock. She sucked it eagerly, circling his glans with her tongue, now so excited she had overcome any qualms about Tom's presence. She managed to cup his balls, caressing them with her fingertips.

  From the corner of her eye she saw Jack unzip his trousers and pull out his cock. He moved closer, his cock butting against Tom's. It was too much for her to get into her mouth at the same time, so she moved her lips around and sucked on the side of each, one after the other. She managed to run her tongue under the stout shafts and lick the ridge of each helmet, feeling both jerk as she did. She clamped her thighs around the dildo, wanting to feel the vibrations against her clit.

  'That's enough,' Tom said suddenly, pulling away, his cock quivering on the brink of ejaculating. Jack pulled away too.

  The two got to their feet. Tom bent over and casually removed the dildo from between her legs, completely unconcerned as to whether she wanted him to or not.

  Together they lifted her to her feet.

  'Follow us,' Jack ordered brusquely.

  In the black room Tom unbuckled the strap from her neck and seized her wrists. He made her bend over a padded stool and used rope to secure the wrist manacles to one of its legs, a few inches above the floor.

  'Pull her panties down,' Jack said.

  Tom slipped them down to her feet.

  Jack held a small key, with which he undid the manacles around her ankles. But her comparative freedom didn't last long, because with two pieces of soft rope he tied her ankles to the stool legs.

  He produced a phallus-shaped gag he'd used before, fed it into her mouth and buckled it at the back of her head.

  Tom moved behind her, his erection pressing into her buttocks. He ran a hand over the smooth globes, then between her thighs until fingers were resting against her engorged clitoris. She trembled. She felt juices leaking from her. His finger moved between her lips and delved inside. His other hand pulled on the nipple chain, making her moan into the gag.