Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  Sadie walked to a rack of evil looking whips, canes, crops, and straps. She said, girls, eventually all these will be used on you. I will start with one of moderate severity. Which one is chosen in the future depends on your behavior and academic success. She took a long flexible cane down and went to Janette. "Janette, today I will focus on your bottom. " She swung the cane back and forth with a loud whish. She struck Janette's ass hard

  Janette went through frantic gyrations with her legs. Kicking and twisting, but she didn't make a sound. Tears were running down her cheeks. A brilliant red stripe emerged on her ass. The bar was hung from a single chain and Janette spun slowly around her axis. She unwound to her original position. Sadie struck again, just a little higher than before. Janette didn't scream until the fourth stroke. Just one loud wail, followed by gasps and pleas for mercy. Janette screamed on the next three strokes. After that she just whimpered. About number ten or eleven, her whimpers turned to moans. Her thrashings looked more like spasms. She lifted her legs up and held them there for a moment.

  After Sadie was done, Janette was moaning and pleading for more. Sadie let her down. Janette's ass was pink all over with fiery red stripes all over it. Miss Roberts put her back in coffle and we were taken back to our room. Later, I asked her how it was.

  Janette told me, "It was awful. I was just hanging there and it felt like I was being cut to pieces. I thought i would die after the first blow. But halfway through I made me aroused. I was near to coming when she stopped. The pain was still there but it somehow turned into heat in my pussy. I don't want the first half ever again, but I wouldn't mind the last half again."

  Miss Johansen put us in four three person coffles. She had a piece of paper in her hand she used to arrange us. It looked like none of last night's pairs were in the same group nor were the new girls. She knew who slept together last night! Miss Johansen turned us over to Sadie then.

  Sadie put us through the same drill as last night, I guess for the benefit of the girls who arrived afterwards. This time, none of the same girls had their hands free. I had my hands free! I was the mistress of my group. The short of it is, every girl got an orgasm. We had the same results.

  Several girls contributed that they liked to be tied up by someone they trusted. I was on the same chain as Tasha and Nylla. Nylla was the hottest girl so far. She came in ten seconds, I swear. Tasha only licked her five or six times and Nylla was bouncing on her back, screaming and flooding the mat. Tasha just got Nylla's clit in her mouth before she came.

  With a smug grin I chose Tasha to do me. I held her nose leash tight and made her lick me slow. I was the last one to come and proud of it. I kept Tasha on a short leash my hand touching her ring, never letting her get her nose out of my cunt and making her go slow. I savored my control almost as much as my orgasm. I admit it. I am a raving submissive, but I loved controlling Tasha. I let her have no initiative, no choices and it felt grand. We all had great orgasms. The best ever. We all seemed to agree it was because we were submissive and helpless.

  When we were done with our 'exercise,' Sadie again had us kneel in a semi circle. Once again hands locked and in coffle. “Girls,” she said, “ You are all helpless. You have had great sex. Are you enjoying your helplessness?”

  I was surprised, but everyone said, “Yes, Madam.”

  “Do you know why you are enjoying your helplessness?”

  “No, Madam.”

  She explained, “Because it regresses you. At root, all bondage, Domination, and Submission is a regression. It takes you back to a time when the infant you experienced life as dynamic sensual pleasures. When you are helpless, you are free of responsibility. Free to experience all the pleasures you can without guilt. Your conscious mind has learned to feel guilty at many sensual pleasures. When you are helpless, things done to you are not your fault. You are absolved of all guilt and your mind is free to enjoy everything your senses bring it.”

  “Are any of you submissive?

  Again, we all said, “Yes, Madam.”

  “Are any of you dominant?"

  We said, “No, Madam.”

  “Yet four of you expressed enjoying dominating your sex partner tonight. How is that possible?”

  None of us spoke.

  “It is because the roles of dominant or submissive are dynamic and they only express a limited part of who you are. You've heard the parable of the group of blind men exploring an elephant by touch? They all felt a different part of the animal and all had a completely different idea of what it looked like. Being a submissive means giving control to another whom you trust to keep you safe."

  "Being a dominant means you accept the responsibility to ensure the safety and well being of a person. A person who trusts you enough to let you exert total control over them. The sub gives up control and the Dom accepts control. That way the sub can experience the sensual and sexual pleasures their control prohibits. Dominance and submission are merely two sides of the same coin. Only a sub in control of herself can give that coin, that control to their Dom. And a true Dom would only accept that control which is freely given."

  “Some of you say you have experienced dominance. What I have given you is but a shadow of true dominance. I have control over you. When I give some of you a measure of control over others, that is not dominance because the sub did not give it to you. The school has created a safe environment so none of you are in the slightest danger. You all should feel safe here, even if restrained. The school is educating you. Not only in the external world, but also in proper understanding of your sensual world. We are going to free your minds from all the societal taboos. This will let you experience the full joy of the females boundless capacity for sex. Ponder these thoughts. We will free you for bed. Tonight choose a different partner for sleep. You should all take this opportunity to explore.”

  We were released and got ready for bed. Tonight I slept with Nikki, She tasted spicy. I love this school.

  Chapter 17 - Routines & Surprises

  School days are much the same. One thing I noticed, Rule violations are always punished with our collars. Corrections to our performance is with the whip. The promised regular whippings must be performance related. Maybe to deepen our submission. Our third day of class was uneventful. I've noticed all the girls are paying attention in class. I've never been in a class like this. The whip is a great incentive.

  After exercise we were taken back to the 'games room' and Nikki was whipped. She reacted the same as Janette. She was able to hold her screams until the fifth stroke. I think this will become a matter to pride. I can imagine all the girls trying to hold back her screams the longest. I will be ashamed of screaming just because of a red bottom. Of course I haven't felt that cane yet, either. One of us whipped every weekday. Twelve or fourteen or sixteen days between each of my whippings. More than twenty times a year I wonder if I can be any more obedient than now. I don't say boo to anything I'm told to do. I don't doubt a regular whipping will make me more subjugated. Sometimes now I think about refusing or talking back. A few years of whippings and I will be completely broken to harness.

  So, end of the day, we're back in our room, in coffle as usual and Sadie is talking to us.

  “Girls, tonight's sexuality exercise will be a little different. Numbers one through six will be dominant and the rest submissive. Each dominant will choose a submissive and take charge of them for the night. Doms, choose a girl you have not slept with before."

  Our instructors removed our coffle chains and freed the hands of numbers one through six. Miss Roberts freed my hands and gave me a leash and a whip.

  "Doms. Remember your goal is to ensure both you and your sub have a good experience."

  I looked at the chained maidens and chose Amanda. She looked worried and expectant both. I strode to her (as much as a naked girl wearing a collar and ankle chains can stride). Anyway I put on a stern face and strutted to her. “You're my bitch, tonight.” I was just as expectant as Amanda. I felt powerful and, I might
add, dominant. Just knowing I was in control of another person in a safe place made me feel on top of the world. I wanted to be strict, overbearing, ruthless. I knew I wasn't like that, but now I wasn't me. I was a dominant.

  Her face lit up like she had just gotten a present. She asked, “What do I call you, ma'am?”

  Oh, so many possibilities. I could have chosen a mild term, like 'Miss.' But I wanted to be tough. I wanted her to be submissive. “You may address me as mistress, bitch. Look up.” 'Bitch,' was good. I decided I would put her on the leash and make her wear it all night. I clipped the leash on her nose ring. “Have you ever been spanked or whipped?”

  Amanda looked to the side and said, “ My father spanked me and my first boyfriend, mistress.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Not when I was little, but lately, yeah, mistress. “

  Did it make you hot, bitch?”

  “Yes, mistress, I would make a mess if it lasted too long.”

  “I may whip you if I feel like it and if you are obedient.”

  She said, “I will obey you mistress. I would like you to whip me.”

  "What are your fantasies?"

  Amanda temporized, "Mistress, I don't think I have any. Everything here is so unreal."

  "Do you know the penalty for trying to deceive me, bitch?"

  "Mistress, I'm sorry. The only dreams I have are like here. I'm helpless and forced to have sex. I love. That's all. It’s repetitive, I wake up and my hands are on my cunt."

  "Just on your cunt, bitch?"

  "Sometimes they're in my cunt, Mistress. Not too often."

  "In your dreams, are you taken by men or women?"

  "Always by men, Mistress."

  "So after a couple of days her, what do you think? Will you dream about women taking you?"

  Amanda said, "I don't know, mistress. Maybe I'll be taken by both. I liked being made to come by women. They were fantastic orgasms."

  "How do you like being bound. Is it like your dreams?"

  Amanda replied, thoughtfully, "Mistress, in my dreams I'm bound hand and foot. Spread so tight I can't move. Usually I just lay there and I'm raped. I like it a lot in my dreams. I'm just lying there in ecstasy. Here, we're all bound more usefully, if you know what I mean. We can walk, slowly. Sometimes our hands are free so we can do things. But we are always locked in a room or to something. I think here we are living as slaves. We can do things, but only as we are permitted. Our lives are controlled and we can never escape. This feels like my life. My dreams always end. This doesn't have to."

  A thought occurred to me. "Stand up." I removed her leash. I wrapped the leash several times around her neck, above her collar I clipped the end around the leash. The leash now was a slip knot around her neck. "Heel." I led her to the closest girls. Janette was Dom and Aster was sub. Janette had Aster on her knees licking her feet. "Hi Janette, would you let my worthless bitch nibble on your worthless bitch's cunt?

  Janette smiled and said, "how do you want her?"

  "On her back, legs spread. Order her not to come until you give her permission." It might work best if you could pinch her nipples or do something else painful. If she starts to come without permission.

  Janette barked at Aster, " You heard her, lay on your back and spread your legs. Don't move. Don't you dare come without permission or I'll whip the skin off your breasts, slave."

  "Bitch, make her come. Start by kissing her until I say move then suck her tits." I held Amanda's leash tight. My hand was touching her neck. It was the shortest tether I could manage. I let Amanda move but she could feel my hand on her neck, ready to yank her back if she messed up.

  Amanda knelt beside Aster and started kissing her. When Aster started raising her loins I ordered, "Move to her tits, bitch. Do both of them." I hit Amanda's ass with the whip. Just enough to warm her skin. I continued swinging, hardly more than a caress.

  I felt Asters cunt. It was well lubricated. I felt Amanda's cunt. Still dry. "Now kneel between her legs and start licking her cunt, bitch."

  Amanda moved as ordered and I heard Aster's breathing speed up. She began a low keening moan. Marvelous. She was writhing under Amanda. I put down the whip and massaged Amanda's tits. I felt her nipples harden. I rubbed her labia lips until I felt them swell. I picked up the whip and listened. Both Amanda and Aster were breathing fast and Amanda had started to sway as she licked. I picked up the whip and ran its handle across Amanda's cunt. She gasped as the hard handle moved on her.

  Janette was massaging Aster's breasts. When Aster moaned and lifted her body, Janette pinched her nipples. Aster gasped and relaxed to the pad.

  "Stick your tongue into her cunt. Lick harder and faster, bitch."

  Aster asked, "P..P..P..Please mistress, may I come?"

  Janette said, "Not yet little slut. Hold it."

  Amanda was also close to coming. I pinched a nipple to calm her fervor.

  Janette and I aroused our slaves to the brink of coming then denied them several times. Both slaves were begging for release.

  "I think that's enough." I pulled Amanda up. Janette smiled at me and said, "that was fun. Are you going to let her come tonight?"

  "Maybe."I stood up. "Heel, bitch." and led Amanda back to our pad. "Kneel. How do you feel, bitch?" Her face was wet with Aster's juice.

  Amanda whimpered, then said, "Mistress, I'm so horny. I need to come. I'm so helpless. You aroused me and stopped me from coming. You're so cruel. Please can I come now?"

  "You are my slave tonight. Your duty is to give me pleasure. I will give you pleasure if you earn it. Would you like a chance to earn it?"

  Amanda smiled and said, "Oh yes, Mistress, may I service you?"

  I unwrapped the leash from her neck and put it on her nose ring. "That would be a good way to start." I lay on my back on the pad and spread my legs. I pulled her to me.

  I made her give me three orgasms before I finally rewarded her. We were both tired and ready to sleep. I tied her leash to one of the rings on my waistband. Close enough that my scent would fill her lungs at every breath. We slept the sleep of the fulfilled.

  In the morning I released her and removed her leash. She knelt and kissed my feet.

  "You don't have to do that anymore. Now we are equals, again.

  Amanda looked up at me and said, "Thank you for a wonderful night. My dream changed last night and I think you'll be in them now. She stood up and we kissed, soft, sweet, and lingering. I put my arms around her and held her close until Miss Johansen came and unlocked her hands.

  A normal school day. Breakfast out of a bowl on the floor. Eating like a herd of cats. We had normal classes . We were all attentive. The penalty for inattention was painful. Today was Friday. Tasha received her whipping today. I was next. Monday. Shit. I was sure I would scream at the first stroke. Oh, well. Nothing I can do about it. I hoped we would get the weekend off from classes. I didn't dare ask. No one else asked either. I wondered which girl would be my Dom tonight. I hoped it wouldn't be Amanda. I think I showed her a little too much of my fantasies last night.

  Miss Johansen had us kneeling in coffle, as usual. She said, "Girls, It looked like you all had a creative and enjoyable time last night. Tonight the rules will be the same except girls seven through twelve will be the Doms. Miss Roberts and I will take you out of coffle and free the hands of the Doms. Doms, tonight I want you to select as subs the girl who was your Dom last night.

  Once again, Miss Johansen handed us over to Sadie.

  Oh no. Amanda was my Dom. She seemed to like me this morning. MAybe she'll be kind to me. I watched Amanda being released and saw she talked to Miss Johansen. What did she want?

  Both of them looked at me. I couldn't hear what they said, but Sadie smiled and nodded her head. She had apparently agreed with Amanda on something. Miss Johansen left the room. Amanda just watched me being unlocked from the coffle. She saw me looking at her and gestured for me to come to her and kneel. I obeyed, not wanting to feel her whip. She was ho
lding a whip and a leash, but she didn't move.

  Amanda smiled and said, "tonight you are my bitch. Address me as mistress. Don't move."

  "Yes, mistress."

  Sadie walked to Amanda and handed her a red ball gag.

  Amanda's smile broadened and she said, "Open wide, bitch." She thrust the ball into my mouth and buckled it tight.

  Sadie handed Amanda something else. It looked like a thin chain. Miss Johansen said, be creative," and left.

  Amanda showed me what she held. It was two short chains with clips on each end. She said, "I think your rings turn you on, bitch. Let's see." She clipped a chain on each of my nipple rings.

  Amanda smirked at me. "So, my helpless bitch. It occurred to me that they were a simple way for someone to control you. We'll see, little bitch. Stand up. Display yourself."

  I stood and arched my back, thrusting my breasts out. The chains swayed on my rings. I felt my nipples get rock hard. Amanda put her hand behind my head and pulled it forward and down.

  "Bend your neck. Look down," she said.

  I watched her take the chain dangling from my right nipple ring in her hand and clip it onto my nose ring. I squealed around my gag, but I couldn't form any words.

  She put the other nipple chain on my nose ring. I had never thought my rings would be used to control me like this. They were ornaments, just ornaments I shouted in my head. Another voice spoke up, perhaps that of reason. It said, of course you knew this could happen. You wanted it to happen. You are just a submissive slut and you know it. You're too much of a coward to even think about it. You're glad someone realized it. You want to be fastened by your rings. You need to be helpless don't you. You want to be someone's bitch, don't you? I screamed, No, No, into my gag.. Deep inside I was not so sure. One thing was certain, I was hot. I was aroused. If Amanda touches my cunt her hand will come back wet. I can't hide it. What can I do. I can't deny it. I can't even speak.