Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  Amanda said, "My little bitch, you're shaking. It’s quite fetching. I think everyone should get to see how your rings can make you horny."

  I watched helplessly as she reached her hand out to my belly. She took hold of my labia rings in one hand and clipped the leash to both of my rings. She tugged and I squealed in shock and pain. I jumped forward to ease the tension. One hand held me close, the other stroked my cunt. I spasmed. The flaming pleasure of an orgasm flowed through me as a living thing. I bent forward and my legs threatened collapse.

  When I could move again, I knelt and lowered my head to Amanda's feet. I rubbed my forehead on her toes in abject surrender. She owned me and I loved it.

  Amanda said, "Stand up, slave."

  I stood up and arched my back. Of necessity my head remained bowed.

  She removed the chains from my nose ring and let them dangle from my nipples. She removed my gag and left it buckled loosely around my neck. She said, "I knew it. You got those rings so you could be controlled completely. You're a true submissive, a natural slave, my little bitch."

  She knew. I had given up my secret. Now everyone would know. I better get used to other people knowing it too. "Yes, Mistress, I am a natural slave."

  She tilted my head down and fastened the nipple chains back onto my nose ring. She turned and walked away. I followed her. I was being led around by my cunt! This was humiliating. It didn't matter that everyone in the room was a chained, naked slave girl. I was the one being paraded around by my loins. Still, I mostly loved being so controlled. Mostly.

  "Remember the rules for heeling, bitch. Break them and feel the whip." When she stopped to show me off to someone, I knelt beside her. I couldn't look up without causing pain in my nose and nipples. I could only see people’s feet. I didn't know who was viewing my shame. I saw three pairs of chained ankles pass before me.

  We stopped by a bare pad and I was told to kneel, then to get into punishment position. As my forehead touched the floor, I felt the fierce bite of a whip on my ass. I yelped and was ignored. I got two more fiery lines of pain across my ass. I sobbed and begged. Then a hand caressed my cunt. I spasmed and my loins, already hot, turned incandescent. WIth furious lust, I orgasmed mightily. My loins gushed juices. My pussy felt swollen, engorged, Yet I was empty. I needed a man in me. I came and came. My juices soaked the pad. I was already kneeling so I didn't go far when I collapsed. I was limp with my ass still in the air.

  Suddenly, I felt another stinging line of fire across my ass, then again. My loins reheated to a steaming lump in my middle. It was terrible and wonderful. My arousal grew on the ashes of my last orgasm. Another fiery line on my ass. I couldn't stand it. Then something wonderful happened. I felt a thick, hard shaft impale me. My vagina welcomed the intruder with open arms. My muscles clenched and pulled the shaft further into me. Trying to get it into the furthest reaches of my empty cavern. But it retreated. I needed it in me. I was filled with grief at its loss. Then it returned in a rhythmic pumping action. It’s slippery friction with my sopping cunt driving me into ecstasy. I came, oh lord, it was even stronger than the last time. I thought I would explode. As I came down, I felt the gag thrust back into my mouth. The strap tightened around my head and I was again silenced. Amanda's voice came to me. You're disturbing everyone. We need to quiet you down."

  I had been taken by a man. I felt him in me. It was so good. I wanted to hold him and thank him. My other orgasms had been the best ever. But this last one topped them by a mile. I was in the warm post-coital glow.

  I was still kneeling on the floor when I felt another stinging blow land on my ass. No, No, I tried to cry. It’s too soon. I can't come again. All my words were absorbed by the gag. Another stripe landed and my loins spasmed again. My love juices resumed their trickle down my legs. I was hot. Then I was impaled again. The wondrous friction in my cunt sped me to another fantastic orgasm.

  I had three more forced orgasms that night. All stronger than the one before. It was too much. When I was finally allowed to sleep, I simply collapsed where I was. In the morning a bare foot pushed on my shoulder until I awoke. I was still gagged and my nose still chained to my nipples. I opened my eyes and saw Amanda taking off the chains from my nose ring. She clipped the ends together and left the chain between my breasts. She took off my gag.

  I worked my stiff jaws and said, "Thank you, Mistress. Can I shower now?"

  "Its Saturday. No school. I don't have the key to release your hands, so I'll help you get refreshed."

  I stood up, carefully and gracefully, the way we were taught. I still had the leash on my labia rings. "Am I still your slave, mistress?"

  Amanda smiled and said, "For now, until someone comes and frees you. Don't worry. No more orgasms this morning. You know, you've no more secrets. Everyone gathered round last night for your last four orgasms. You do it so elegantly and so easily. Let's go get you cleaned up." She led me to the shower.

  As she washed me in the shower I asked, "Mistress, can I ask a question?"

  "Sure."

  "Who was the man who fucked me last night. I didn't see anything."

  Amanda laughed," There wasn't any man present. It was me. I fucked you with the whip handle. It was just the right size . It fooled you and seemed to give you a lot of pleasure."

  I felt myself blushing. A whip handle. Everyone saw me getting fucked with a whip handle. Shit. Whatever reputation I had is gone forever. I bet they start calling me 'Whipped Alex' or some such. A real 'inside' joke.

  Amanda went on, "Don't feel bad about it. Everyone knows you didn't have anything to do with it. You were just the slave. They all envy you your ability to get off so quickly. On the other hand, everyone knows you are a natural slave. They don't look at you any worse than before. It’s just that you have everyone wondering if they are too. I heard a couple this morning talking about getting rings like yours. Some others were talking about how all women are natural slaves. It’s just biology. They think we should all get rings like yours and admit to the world what we are. Demand that men stop acting like wimps and take control. They think everyone, men and women, would be much happier than now. All our neuroses and weight problems would go away. What do you think?"

  "I don't know, Mistress. I am glad I was sent here. I learned that I am a natural submissive. I know that I enjoy being a slave. The sight and feel of my chains arouses me. I enjoy playing a Dom, but it is just a role. I am a submissive treating my Sub as I want to be treated. It was a great joy when you discovered my secret. I had not admitted it to myself yet. The revelation lifted a weight from my soul. When, if, I get out of here I will never hide my love for subjugation from a man or woman. Whatever ability I have to choose a master or mistress, I will look for one who will enslave me completely. Yet leave me enough wiggle room to grow in all ways. I do not want to be free, but I want a large enough cage to fly."

  Amanda looked at me, smiled, and said, "Well said my little bitch. I hope you find your dream master."

  When we were dry and Amanda had brushed both our hair, she led me back to the main room. Miss Johansen came in and said, "You had quite a good time last night. Did Amanda tell you that everyone is in awe of your prowess?"

  "Yes, Madam. Thank you."

  She released my hands and took the leash off my labia rings. She asked, " Would you like me to remove those nipple chains or would you like to keep them?"

  I looked at Amanda and said, "May I keep them, Madam. I want to remember Amanda's use of them and maybe enjoy them again."

  Chapter 18 - Master Thomas

  Miss Johansen said, of course. I'll send you over to Stan and he can fix them for you so they don't get lost." She put a leash on Amanda and I, locked our hands, and took us to a late breakfast. When we finished, she said, this is Saturday. No class today. Today, you girls are all advancing to your next adventure." She took us back to our room where Miss Roberts had the girls in coffle. We were added to the coffle and led outside to another building. We entered a long corrido
r. There were several doors on our left side and a dozen on the right side, evenly spaced. We halted at the first door and Janette was taken off the coffle. Miss Johansen put her leash back on her nose ring and took her into the first room. Miss Johansen led us to the next door and Nikki left there. Tasha went into the third room, then it was my turn.

  My nose leash was clipped on and Miss Johansen led me to the fourth door and halted the coffle. She unlocked the coffle chain from my collar, opened the door and led me in. I didn't know what to expect. All my experiences here had been highly pleasurable and also embarrassing. I hoped this would be too.

  Waiting inside for me was a young man. Holy cow. I was naked, helpless, ringed, and a strange man was eying me like a wolf to a sheep. He was tall, dark, and handsome.

  Miss Johansen handed him my leash. and said, "Alex, this is Thomas. You are his for the weekend. You must address him as master." She left me with the wolf. He walked toward me. His stride was confident, his body erect. He was self assured. I knew he had seen slave girls before.

  I watched his erection grow. He looked me over from ringed nose to chained feet, with nothing to obstruct his inspection. He made direct eye contact with me. His gaze was intense, questing, but friendly. I saw his self confidence and his interest in me. I thought he could see my concerns, my fear. His smile was friendly, his gaze possessive. He knew what to do with me.

  I didn't know how to act around a man. I had not seen one since the Doctor. Wait, I thought. I'm the slave here. I must obey but until ordered, what do I do? I kneel, stupid. That's what I always do first. I knelt before him and waited.

  Master Thomas said, "Good, Alexandra, spread your knees wider. Stick your breasts out more. Nice rings."

  "Yes, master. Thank you, master."

  Thomas said, "Miss Johansen told me of your revelation. Rest assured I will keep you under tight control. Stand up and I will give you a tour." He led me around what turned out to be a nice one bedroom apartment with an over sized walk in shower. There was a backyard with a high cinder block wall around it. It had a grassy area, a patio, a barbecue grill, and a dirt area with a bush in the middle.

  The bedroom had two items just for me. A pad on the floor at the foot of the bed covered with a quilt and a chain fastened to a ring in the floor next to the bed. It looked long enough I could sleep on the pad or in the bed. I couldn't reach the bath. The bed was a massive four poster made of some dark wood and had lots of rings all over the posts. The foot board had cutouts just the right size for my neck and wrists. Good use of materials, I thought.

  The tour only took a few minutes. Back in the living room, he had me kneel in front of a chair. He sat in the chair and looked at me. He said, "Alexandra, What do you think of the school so far?"

  What a question. I didn't know where to start. "Master, I have never been naked and helpless before. I made love to other helpless women. I was loved by some of them. The academics are quite effective all the girls pay good attention in class. I should be terrified. I may be unusual, but I have learned I am a natural submissive. I like to be controlled. This is the best possible school for me." The longer I was with Thomas, the more I wanted him. I was getting aroused just seeing and smelling him. I could smell a faint odor like pines coming from him. It was a powerful aphrodisiac. I crept as close to him as I dared, sometimes brushing against him as if by accident. My loins were tingling and my nipples were hard. I could feel the moisture on my naked labia. I felt deliciously submissive already. and he hadn't touched me.

  Thomas said, "OK. The same rules apply to me and you here. I am your master. You will accord me all possible respect. You must always be secured. If I'm not with you, you will be fastened to something. If I'm with you I may unlock your hands or do anything else I want. You will not be injured. You will receive pain for infractions, corrections, my pleasure, or disobedience. I have a remote for your collar and a collection of whips, canes, crops, and floggers. Do you have any questions?"

  "Master, would you take me if I asked?" I wanted him to want me. I wanted him inside me.

  Thomas said, "Alexandra, Miss Johansen reports that you become aroused quickly in bondage. You have the classic signs of an aroused female. I see your hard nipples, protruding clit, and smell your skin. Primarily, your moist cunt tells me that you are aroused and ready for sex.

  I was disappointed he wasn't going to take me right there on the floor. Shocked he could read me so well. I could see we were kept naked not only for easy access. Every one of his clues would have been hidden if I wore clothes and perfume. Shit. No god damned privacy at all.

  "Society has conditioned you to block many possible pleasures. This school achieves its purpose if it removes these roadblocks. So far we have removed a few of those blocks. Many remain. This weekend I will try and remove one or two more of your roadblocks."

  Chapter 19 - Belled

  Today we are going to play a game of hide and seek. Your part is to prevent me from taking you. If you can hide, run, fight me off for an hour then you win and will receive a prize. If you fail then you will be taken by force. Then spend some time in those stocks that you saw at the foot of the bed. You can use anything you find or hide anywhere you can get. Don't go near the fence or cause any harm to another. Clear?"

  I eyed the bulge in his pants. "Yes, master. May I pleasure you first?"

  Thomas said, "No, not now. There will be time for that later. Stand up."

  He removed my leash and unlocked my hands. "I will give you a ten minute head start. Your hour begins now. Go out the door and evade me."

  I hurried out of the building as fast as I could. I would show him. My hobble kept my speed down, but I had a good lead on him. I needed to be smart. I knew he could track me through my collar. I needed either a way to delay him or a metal building or car or something that would block my signal. I found a car with no one around and looked in it. No keys. I tried the door. Locked./ I hurried on. I saw a shed with an open door. I hurried over and looked inside. There were a couple of animal stalls and another door on the far end. A stable but no animals inside. I thought if I could trap him inside maybe I could keep away from him longer. The door slid and there was a clasp on the outside for a padlock. I didn't have a padlock, but a bit of wire I found would hold it closed. I checked the other door. It had a latch on the inside. I found a brick just outside and used it to bend the latch over. It would need some tools to get it open. I opened a door to one of the stalls, just a crack. I went back to the door I came in and moved a couple of empty garbage cans next to the door. I crouched behind them and waited for Thomas to walk past me. I hoped he would see the door ajar and check it out, then I could lock him in. Soon I heard footsteps and my heart raced. I hope its him.

  The footsteps entered the door and stopped. No, I thought, keep going. Suddenly a hand grabbed my hair and pulled me up. It hurt like blazes. I grabbed the hand with both mine. I was lifted right off my feet and placed on the ground in front of the garbage can. Thomas was grinning at me. He spun me around and locked my hands behind me. He turned me around to face him. He was still grinning. I grinned back.

  "That was quick, master. How did you do it?" I was trembling. From the adrenaline I guess. I was glad it was over. I was hot, real hot. I felt flushed and I could feel the moisture on my cunt lips. I was aroused. The thrill of escape followed by a capture I wanted. Now he could have his way with me. He had me right where I wanted him.

  He said, "Alexandra, the locating device in your collar is quite accurate. It shows your location within three feet. As soon as I entered the shed I saw you were right beside me." He took me into the first stall, put the leash on my collar, and tied it to a post. He unlocked my hands and said, "kneel." He locked my right wrist cuff to my right ankle cuff. My left cuffs were locked similarly. He rotated me onto my back and lay down beside me.

  Oh boy. I was going to get fucked. Hard I hope. He played with my nipple rings. Unnecessary, since my nipples were hard as rock already. I was hot. My submissiv
e mind took over as soon as I was found. I would have knelt and kissed his feet if I had more time. I was his captured prey. His slave girl. I was broken for sure. I knew I was his. I accepted that. I wanted him to take me, and the sooner the better.

  He ran his fingertips over my nether lips then held them to my mouth. I licked them clean. I was quite tasty, but I needed seasoning. Maybe a little salt? "Master, please fuck me, hard. please?

  He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. It was stiff as a board. A nice round board I wanted in me as soon and as deep as possible.

  "Please Master, I need you in me. I beg to be fucked, master."

  He rolled me on my side, moved something I couldn't see, then rolled me back. My hands were resting on something. My hips were raised off the ground. Then I felt the tip of his cock nuzzling my pussy lips. He thrust strongly and slipped inside my sopping lips. My pussy spasmed around him. Pulling him deeper. He pumped in and out. The slippery friction of his big penis drove me wild. I thrashed uselessly. My hands and feet were locked together. I couldn't get any leverage to move anything. His weight pressed me into the straw deliciously. I moaned at every thrust, my eyes closed, savoring the pleasure. I came around him in a ferocious spasm. My back arched and lifted him. I was so wonderfully helpless and so tightly controlled. My subjugation thundered through me like a river of fire.

  He was still pumping my arousal higher. There was no dimming of the heat, my arousal was being pumped higher. Higher than I had ever gone before. I was like a leaf in a hurricane. I was being taken to a place vastly different than any yet seen. His orgasm sprang forth, filling me with his hot, wonderful seed. My orgasm burst in a responsive firework of stars. I swooned. It was heavenly. I couldn't stand it, yet I did. When I could see again, Thomas was smiling down at me.