The Submission Factory

by Susanna Hughes

  Back in the bedroom she knelt on the bed and took his cock in her hand. 'Why don't you let me do that for you?' she purred as seductively as she could.

  'Do you like that?'

  'Mmm...'

  She poured the oil over the head of his cock and massaged it in. He moaned again. She felt his cock throb.

  'Why don't you let me do the same to you?' He moved his hand up her thigh.

  'In a minute,' she said, hoping if she could make him ejaculate quickly he'd just want to go to sleep. 'Open your legs a bit more.'

  She cupped his balls in one hand and squeezed gently, then leant forward and sucked them into her mouth, one by one. This was what he had always liked best. She began to wank him faster.

  'That's great...' he moaned.

  She pushed her other hand between his buttocks. The oil from his cock had run down over his anus, and when she pushed her middle finger into it there was little resistance. She wriggled her finger, searching for his prostate. Pushing against it she felt his cock throb violently. She fucked his anus with her finger, sucked his balls and wanked his cock. She needed to make him come, otherwise he'd want to fuck her, and almost certainly discover her little secret.

  She felt his cock spasm, and thankfully an arc of spunk jetted from it and splashed her cheek. She milked every last drop from him, thick spunk oozing down over her fingers.

  'That was great,' he panted. 'Let me do you now.'

  'Don't be silly,' she said. 'That was so exciting I came too.'

  'Did you?' For a second he looked quizzical, but then the late hour got the upper hand. 'OK, well goodnight then,' he said as he turned over onto his side, and within minutes was fast asleep.

  The daily exercises got easier to perform, and it was difficult to keep my mind off sex. I thought a lot about Jack and the things he had done to me. In a way, what was happening now was just an extension of that. The mental anguish caused by the fact I was a prisoner held against my will did not seem to affect my physical being, and my body was in a constant state of arousal. There was enormous frustration too, and I would have given anything to have a man, or a woman, fuck me thoroughly. In bed at night I lay imagining what it would be like to be allowed to come, to have a hard cock spunking deep inside me, or to have a woman's mouth teasing my clit while she fucked me with a dildo. I couldn't get sex out of my mind.

  If I'd been able to masturbate that would have brought some relief, but that was impossible, tied to the bed as I was. And to compound my frustration Madam Celine had also taken to locking me in a sort of chastity belt.

  It was a simple enough device. A leather belt was buckled around my waist, from the front of which a hoop of steel passed down between my legs and up between my buttocks and fastened again to the belt in the small of my back. The steel was shaped so it was at its widest over my sex, then narrower between my bum cheeks.

  Each morning when I woke I was finding it more and more difficult to remember who and where I was. I tried to keep myself awake for as long as I could, to avoid what I was sure was some sort of sleep treatment. As I lay there long into each night I couldn't hear anything that would indicate what the treatment was. I thought I heard a faint whispering voice, but it was too indistinct to work out what was being said. What I did know though was that the longer I slept the more difficult it was in the morning to recall the details of my life.

  Then one night, whilst struggling as I always did to keep awake for as long as possible, I heard a key in the door and it opened.

  'Are you awake?' a voice whispered.

  'Yes,'

  'Good.' The door closed again, returning the room to darkness. I felt a weight on the bed next to me.

  'Who are you?' It definitely was not Madam Celine or Angel.

  'Judy Bright.'

  It meant nothing to me.

  'Don't worry. I know. I've been watching you. You know who you are too, don't you?'

  I hesitated; this might be a trap.

  'It's all right, really. I'm just like you. I think they're giving us some sort of therapy. I don't know what. But mine didn't take properly. Yours didn't either, did it?'

  'We shouldn't be talking like this,' I said defensively. 'How did you get out of your cell?'

  'I used to work on cruise ships with a magician. He did a lot of escapology. I managed to find a safety pin. The locks they use on the cuffs are easy and the door is too, once you know how. Do you want me to undo you?'

  'Is this a trap?'

  Judy laughed quietly. 'I know why you would think that. I just thought we could plan a way to get out of here. Look, I was unfaithful to my husband, he found me with my lover. He was furious, especially because it was a woman. Here, let me undo those.'

  The padlocks on the cuffs clicked open. I lowered my arms, but was still suspicious.

  'Have you heard it?'

  'Heard what?'

  'The voice in the night. It's what's making everyone so compliant. Some sort of sleep therapy.'

  'I thought I heard something, but it was very faint.'

  'Right. Mine too. But because I could get myself up off the bed I managed to find the speaker. Put my ear right next to it. It's some sort of hypnosis, I guess. But I think my speaker's not working properly. Looks like yours has got the same problem. That's why we're OK.'

  That made sense. I was beginning to trust Judy.

  'So, tell me what happened to you,' she urged.

  I told her. It was a relief to tell someone what had happened. It all came pouring out. Perhaps I should have held back some of the details, but I didn't. I told her everything. I told her what Jack had done to me, and how I'd come to love it and yearn for it. She didn't seem at all surprised.

  'Yes,' she said, 'I think you and I are very similar.'

  'How so?' I asked.

  'Because I had the same experience, except with a woman not a man. Like yours my marriage had got very lazy in the bed department. We just didn't do it much. He didn't seem interested and even when he was it was over in a couple of minutes. I can't say I really minded that much. Sex just didn't seem that important.'

  'Right,' I said. 'That was the same with me.'

  'Then I met Helen. I used to go to these exercise classes twice a week and one day, well it just happened.'

  'What did?'

  'I was coming out of an aerobics class and I saw this woman. She was black, and tall. I don't think I'd ever seen anything like her. She was dressed in a leather catsuit and thigh boots and she had incredibly long legs. The catsuit was so tight it cut up between her legs and folded into her sex. I mean, you could see everything. Her hair was cropped short and she had big boobs. The catsuit had a zip all the way down the front, and she'd pulled it down so a lot of her cleavage was on display.

  'I'd never in my life looked at a woman sexually, but there I was, just standing and staring with my mouth open. I followed her before I knew what I was doing. She walked around the corner and into an apartment building. At the front door, as she got her keys out, she turned and asked me if I was following her. I blushed and said I was. She didn't bat an eyelid, like it was something that happened to her all the time. She invited me in. She had this really fantastic penthouse on the top floor.

  'Well I didn't really know what I was doing. It all felt a bit like a dream. She gave me a glass of wine, told me her name was Helen, then asked me what I wanted. I just didn't know what to say. There was only one word I could think of. Sex. I wanted sex. I babbled something about finding her very attractive. She looked at me critically for a moment. She had these amazing dark brown eyes. What you want, she said, is to have sex with me. I just nodded. I can't tell you how I felt. My heart was beating ten to the dozen.

  'Well, she said, you've chosen the wrong person, unless you're submissive. I told her I didn't know what she meant. She got to her feet and said I'd better leave it there, and started to show me to the door.

  'Look, she said, if you want the truth I'm a life style dominatrix. That means I only have s
ex with submissives; women and men who are prepared to obey me without question.

  'It was weird because I felt myself getting all hot and bothered. For some reason what she was saying made me even more excited. I stuttered that I didn't mind what she did to me, but she looked sceptical.

  'All right, she said, and told me I'd only have one chance. If I disobeyed her, if I did the slightest thing she didn't like, I'd have to leave and she would never see me again.

  'I agreed. Half of me thought I must be mad, but the half that was almost dizzy with excitement was in charge.

  'Well then, she said, we'd better get on with it. She took one step towards me, put her hand around the back of my neck and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue plunging deep into my mouth while her thigh forced its way between my legs. I had never kissed a woman before and it astonished me that I felt such intense passion. I kissed her back, pressing my lips against hers and entwining my tongue into her mouth. The feel of her breasts against mine was another huge thrill.

  'She told me to follow her. We walked down the hall and she opened a door at the end. She asked if I was sure I wanted to go in. Believe me I was sure. My sex was wet and my nipples so hard.

  'It was a fairly ordinary bedroom, although the bed was covered in a black rubber sheet. There was a cupboard against one wall, but the oddest thing was what was hanging from two chains in the ceiling. It was a piece of wood, about a foot tall by four feet wide. Three holes were cut in it, two smaller ones and a larger one in the middle, like stocks, from the olden days.

  'Helen told me to take my clothes off, all of them. For a moment I hesitated, but she reminded me that if I didn't I'd never see her again.

  'I was wearing a skirt and blouse, bra, panties and tights. I took them all off while Helen watched my every move. She then pulled me over to the suspended stocks. The wood was hinged and she opened it up and bent me into it, so my neck was in the central hole and my wrists in the smaller ones. She closed the wood around me and fastened it with a clasp and a padlock. I feared what I'd let myself in for, but my excitement pushed everything else aside.

  'She strapped two cuffs around my ankles. She pulled my legs apart and clipped the cuffs to rings in the floor, so my legs were spread wide. I was powerless. I knew my sex was exposed and she would see I was excited. I waited. My field of vision was severely restricted.

  'I heard Helen move, there was a whistling sound and my backside exploded with pain. I gasped, speechless. She hit me again, a new line burning across my poor bum. Then another and another. I was in a terrible state because the pain turned to this feverish kind of pleasure, and I realised I was going to come. I didn't understand how or why. I had never experienced anything like it, and as the whip or whatever it was lashed down again an orgasm like nothing I'd ever felt before just crashed through me.

  'Helen knew what had happened and stopped. She said nothing and I heard her walk out of the room, leaving me there, in the stocks, shattered by the enormity of my climax and what she'd done to me. I found it hard to come to terms with it all. I was tied to a peculiar bondage contraption in a strange room where I'd been whipped to an orgasm by a black dominatrix.

  'I don't know how long she left me there, but when she came back she was naked apart from a pair of black high-heels. She had a sort of spandex hood in her hand, which she pulled over my head. It was tight, with no holes for my eyes or mouth, though I could breathe through the material. I felt her hand on my bum. Both hands caressed me and I could feel the welts from the beating tingling in a way that took my breath away. Her fingers opened my pussy and she touched my clit. I was really wet. Without saying a word she rubbed my clit, and I was coming again in seconds. I couldn't help but scream with pleasure.

  'I don't know whether she left the room again or just stood watching me. After only a few minutes I felt the ankle cuffs being unstrapped, the stocks being opened and my head and wrists freed. She pulled my arms behind my back and used rope to tie my wrists together. She also tied my elbows, forcing my breasts out. I was told to lie face down on the bed, then she used more rope to tie my ankles and knees together. I had never been tied up before. It was another new experience for me. Helen knelt on the bed and pulled off the hood. Then she rolled me onto my back and straddled my face.

  'Lying on my back my burning buttocks were exposed to the cool of the rubber sheet, and it felt really good. I stared up at Helen's sex. She lowered herself onto my mouth. I licked, and found her clit. I was gratified to hear her gasp, and felt her quiver with excitement as she pressed down on my mouth. In return I felt a finger tease my clit. She knew just what to do. She stroked with a perfect rhythm and pressure. I tried to do the same for her but I lost myself to another exquisite orgasm.

  'Well, I don't know what time I got home that night. Fortunately my husband took little notice of me and I always wore pyjamas in bed, otherwise he might have thought it strange that my bum was striped in colours ranging from red to purple.'

  'You saw her again?' I asked.

  'I couldn't wait. She told me never to call her. She took my email and told me she'd be in touch when it was convenient for her. I had to wait a week, and by the end of it I was a nervous wreck. I was like an addict wanting a drug.'

  'Exactly. That's what I felt,' I said, remembering only too clearly what had happened with Jack. 'So what happened then?'

  'The second time?'

  'Yes.'

  'Well I got this email telling me to arrive at exactly six o'clock that night. She only gave me four hours' notice. I was nervous as a kitten. I got myself tarted up this time, in a satin corset and black seamed stockings and my highest heels. I thought about whether I should wear panties but decided I wouldn't. I wore a tight red dress which hardly reached my stockings and showed plenty of boob, and spent an hour doing my make-up.

  'Helen opened the door wearing a body-stocking in sheer black nylon, with thong panties and high-heeled shoes. Her boobs were squeezed by the tightness of the material, and her nipples were already erect.

  'She took me straight into the room at the end of the hall. She guided me over to the bed and told me to take my dress off. She smiled when she saw the corset and stockings.

  'There was a broad leather belt on the rubber sheet. She ordered me to kneel on it, then pulled each end around the tops of my thighs and buckled it tightly so my heels were squeezed into my bottom and my legs were doubled up under me. Then she pushed my torso down so my breasts touched my thighs. She took another longer belt, worked it under my shins and up around my back, buckling it there and pinning my arms to my sides. She'd made me into a neat little ball.

  'She knelt by my bowed head. She pulled a rubber helmet down over it. There were no holes for my mouth or my eyes, but there were two holes for my nostrils. I felt her fingers in front of my lips. There was some sort of flap on the inside of the helmet and she fed it into my mouth. Suddenly the rubber began to inflate between my lips, pushing my tongue down and my cheeks out. I was alarmed at first.

  'I felt her weight lifting from the bed and then there was silence. I listened intently for some clue as to what she had in mind for me, but there was no sound. I had the feeling she was looking at me, but it was possible she'd left the room, like she did the last time.

  'My alarm was rapidly replaced by excitement. My body seemed to respond to bondage. I could see myself on the bed, rolled into a tight ball by the belts, my buttocks exposed, my naked sex pressed between them, my head encased in black rubber. I knew I was wet and leaking onto my bare thighs.

  'The whistle caught me unawares and I had no time to tense my bum against the pain. I jerked but the belts contained the movement and all I managed to do was rock on the bed. The gag muffled my scream.

  'Another stroke fell and I experienced another convulsion, but now I hardly registered pain, only extreme pleasure. The position I was in, the inescapable bondage, and the fact that I could not see or speak, only concentrated my senses on what I was feeling. I knew I was coming, a
s quickly and as intensely as the first time she whipped me. I came on the fourth stroke, but even though I was shuddering and squealing with delight she didn't stop. More strokes fell and the last one seemed to take my orgasm to another level.

  'Tied as I was it was difficult to draw breath, and it took a long time for me to recover. But when finally my breathing calmed and my senses returned I was aware of Helen kneeling next to me on the bed. A hand stroked my bum and provoked new shards of sensation, but before I could react it withdrew.

  'I felt her move, then her hands were gripping my hips and something large and hard was nudging into me. I knew what it was, but it was only when it entered so deep I could feel her against my buttocks that I realised she'd strapped a dildo on and was fucking me with it.

  'Her thrusts became more and more urgent. I could feel her excitement. I could hear her breathing in time with her movements, her fingers digging into the leather that held me so tightly. Then she stopped and pulled me right back onto her cock, and I heard a long, slow sigh.

  'It seemed a long time before she moved again. She pulled off the rubber helmet. I blinked and saw her kneeling in front of me. She had a harness buckled around her hips and a big black dildo extended from it, glistening wet. She pulled my head up and pushed the dildo into my mouth. I tasted my own juices as she ordered me to suck it.

  'She took off the harness. She pulled the dildo from my mouth and lay back on the bed, her legs spread out on either side of my balled body. The body stocking had a slit which exposed her thong. She worked herself forward, spreading her legs apart then draping them over my back so her pussy was pressed against my mouth.

  'Well that was it, really. I was hooked. I could hardly think of anything else. Sex with my husband had become such a rare event that he didn't notice the welts frequently decorating my backside.

  'Then about two months later he went away on a business trip for a weekend. It was quite sudden and unexpected. By this time Helen had allowed me to email her, so I took the opportunity to ask her round to the house, and she agreed.