Surrender

by Marina Anderson

  “Close your eyes and rest. We’ll be there soon enough and the challenge begins straight away. You’re nervous, which is understandable, and…”

  “I’m doing this for us!” she exclaimed. “I’ve missed the first read-through of Fran’s play to be here today. All I want is to know that you’re pleased. Is that too much to ask? What’s happened to you?”

  “Nothing’s happened to me, my darling. You’re the one who’s decided on a major career change.”

  Suddenly Grace felt incredibly alone. “Please, say something nice,” she begged him. “I’m scared.”

  He put a hand on her knee and squeezed gently. “Just remember how much I love you, Gracie. In all fairness to Amber, I can’t say anything more.”

  She realized then that her final visit to the Dining Club as a client was to be no different from her first. David had switched off emotionally, his mind focused entirely on whatever the day held for her and Amber.

  “I understand,” she said softly.

  “I knew you would. That’s part of why I love you,” he said quietly, and finally she felt both comforted and reassured by his words.

  There were already several cars in the driveway of the Club when they arrived. Laura opened the front door to them. “Everyone else is already here,” she said to David. “They’re waiting for you both in the drawing room.”

  Walking in ahead of David, Grace saw Andrew sitting opposite the door. Glancing round the room she saw Will was there too, and also five other men that she didn’t know.

  “Laura, take Grace upstairs and get her changed, then collect Amber and bring them both back to us,” said David, walking across the room to greet one of the men.

  Grace’s mouth went dry as she realized that for the men in the room, the challenge had already begun. She followed Laura up the stairs to a small dressing room. “You’ll need to take all your clothes off,” said the blonde twin. “You and Amber have to wear the same outfit for this.”

  Opening a wardrobe door she took out a black and gold dress, except that when Grace put it on she realized it wasn’t really a dress. The tight-fitting leather basque was laced up at each side, and the halter neck had a tiny black and gold collar attached to it. Black silk hung from the bottom of the basque to Grace’s heels, but only at the back. At the front there was one thin strip of silk that hung between her bare legs, brushing lightly against her skin.

  “You need these too,” said Laura, unwilling to meet Grace’s gaze as she handed over a tiny pair of black bikini bottoms and a black and gold metal bracelet. “The bracelet goes round your left wrist. The pants will feel tight, but that’s how they have to be.”

  Once she’d put everything on, Grace looked at herself in the full-length mirror set in the door of the wardrobe. “I look like some kind of slave girl!” she exclaimed.

  “We’d better go down now,” said Laura.

  “Am I?” asked Grace, fear rising in her. “Is that the theme of this trial? Do we have to be some kind of sex slave to those men down there?”

  “I don’t know,” said Laura. “I wasn’t here when the last challenge for table five took place. We must go down now or I’ll get into trouble.”

  At the top of the stairs, Grace came face to face with Amber, who had Amy with her. Looking at the blonde woman, so poised and confident, her slender, honed body shown to perfection in the same outfit as she was wearing, Grace felt a moment of doubt. How could she hope to defeat such a sexually skilled woman, who even now was looking supremely confident while she, Grace, was filled with fearful foreboding?

  Amber’s eyes swept over Grace. “The costume suits you,” she said silkily. “I always knew you were naturally subservient.”

  “In that case, I might do well,” responded Grace, as they descended the wide staircase together.

  The men had gathered in the hallway, watching the two women with excited anticipation in their eyes. When they reached the bottom step, David stepped forward. “It’s time for me to explain the rules of the competition now. If there’s anything you don’t understand you can ask me, but no questions are permitted once the challenge begins.

  “For the rest of the day you will both become our sex slaves, showing total obedience to our desires at all times. You will be allowed sexual satisfaction, but only when we give permission. Should you get satisfaction before gaining permission you’ll be punished. Punishment must always be followed by an expression of your gratitude. You will thank us for showing you the error of your ways. You won’t speak at any other time unless you are invited to do so.

  “During the course of the challenge you will both be evaluated by each member of the committee. At the end of the trial a vote will be held in private, and whoever has the largest number of votes will be the winner. Do either of you have any questions?”

  “I do,” said Grace, her nerves jangling after hearing him speak of punishments. “What do we do if we want the trial to end?”

  “Naturally the normal Dining Club rule then comes into force, and you simply say that you want it to stop,” said David. “There will be no attempt to coerce either of you into continuing if you no longer wish to. Naturally we hope that won’t happen, and that you both complete the challenge. If there’s nothing else you want to know, we’ll begin.”

  The men split into two groups. Andrew, Will and one of the strangers gathered round Grace, and a lead was clipped onto the collar around her neck. Instinctively she flinched away in shock, before being led along the hallway into the room where she’d first met the twins, while David and the other men brought Amber along close behind.

  Then the leads were unclipped and the two women were told to wait by the door. Grace’s legs began to tremble, until she was afraid they would give way beneath her. David’s words, delivered in a crisp, dispassionate tone, had been a salutary reminder of how intense and challenging the day was going to be, but she knew there could be no going back now.

  After a few minutes, Will and one of the strangers came over to them. Will hooked his fingers in Amber’s collar and led her across the room while the stranger indicated with his head for Grace to follow him.

  Two deep chairs had been moved into the center of the room. Andrew was sitting naked in one while another stranger was naked in the other.

  “Your first task as personal sex slaves is to bring your man to a climax without the use of sex toys. There’s a tube of lubricant beside each chair, which is allowed to be used. Naturally there is an element of competition involved. The winner will be the one who is successful first. Naturally you yourselves are not expected to reach orgasm through this.

  “Before you begin, there is something else that needs to be added to your costumes, which Amy and Laura will put in place now.”

  Standing naked before the unknown man, who was lean but well-toned, Grace realized he was very attractive, with dark hair and deep brown eyes. However, he had the same detached expression that she’d often seen on David’s face.

  Amy was quickly by her side, sliding the tight bikini-style panties down Grace’s legs so that she could reach inside them, and now Grace could feel something smooth and cool pressing against her vulva.

  “Excellent,” said David. “You may both begin now.”

  Grace hesitated. She’d never touched a stranger in such an intimate way before. For her this act had always been an expression of love and trust, but she knew nothing about the man sitting waiting expectantly, and she didn’t know if she could do it. Then she heard a soft sigh from Andrew, and realized that Amber had already begun.

  Seeing that the stranger was already semi-aroused, she swiftly unfastened the halter top of her clothing, then put some lubricant on her breasts before lifting them to form a shelf for his testicles.

  He gave a sharp intake of breath as she arched her body, and his testicles slid through the channel between her breasts. Cradling his shaft in the gap between them she stroked his glans with the tips of her fingers, letting her long hair brush his straining s
tomach. He was breathing heavily now, the testicles swelling and tightening.

  With increasing confidence she closed her mouth over the tip while letting her left hand stray beneath him so that she could lightly caress his perineum. His hips jerked and she tasted the first drops of pre-ejaculatory fluid in her mouth. Encouraged she swirled her tongue around the tip while at the same time pressing her breasts tightly around his straining shaft.

  Small sounds of rising excitement escaped from his mouth, and his hips moved upwards, pushing his erection further into her mouth, but still he didn’t come, and Grace could hear Andrew moaning with ecstasy.

  Then the stranger’s testicles tightened and she knew that within a few seconds he would come. Relief surged through her, but to her horror, just seconds before he did Andrew gave a loud shout of pleasure and she realized that she’d lost. She wanted to weep with disappointment, but remembered that the stranger’s pleasure was still paramount.

  Flicking her tongue over the tip of his glans she moved her right hand until it enclosed his shaft, so that she could stimulate that as well. Immediately his body jerked and shuddered and then he was spilling himself into her mouth, groaning with pleasure, and immediately she felt a surge of power and excitement.

  Settling back on the carpet, Grace now became aware of an intense, vibrating pressure against her vulva. Pleasuring the stranger had aroused her, and she didn’t want any more stimulation. Confused, she started to move a hand to ease the pressure.

  “Don’t touch anything, Grace,” said David, his voice harsh in the silence of the room. “Your vibrators are controlled by us, and you must both learn to cope with the stimulation. Regrettably you lost the trial to Amber. What do you want to happen to her, Lucien?”

  So she’d been right, thought Grace. This man was David’s business partner.

  “She was very good,” said Lucien. “Excellent in fact, but unfortunately she did lose, and a losing slave girl reflects badly on me. Three strokes of the whip will be sufficient, I think.”

  Before Grace had time to protest, Will lifted her up and placed her facedown across Lucien’s thighs. With the pressure of his thighs against her body, the incessant, insidious arousal caused by the vibrator and the added stimulant of fear, Grace was terrified she’d climax during her punishment and then be punished again.

  Lucien was mercifully quick, and within seconds he’d pushed the black silk away from her buttocks and three sharp, burning blows of a riding whip fell on her exposed buttocks. Pain streaked through her body and she couldn’t stop herself from crying out, but as the vibrator continued to pulsate the pain changed to a strange, dark pleasure, her nerve endings jangling as a result of the different sensations.

  Abruptly, Lucien pushed her off him and she tumbled to the floor, but she was grateful that her belly was no longer being stimulated, and slowly the orgasm that had been building abated.

  “Lucien is waiting,” said David.

  Only then did Grace remember the rules. “Thank you for punishing me,” she said, shocked to find that suddenly she was perilously close to tears. “I’m sorry I failed you,” she added.

  Lucien said nothing. It was as though she no longer existed. Feeling strangely bereft and lonely she pulled up the halter neck of her dress and looked around her. All the others had left the room leaving her alone with Amber, but neither woman spoke.

  Eventually the door opened and the twins came in. “Massage time,” said Amy. “Follow us.”

  This time they were taken to a high-ceilinged fitness room that Grace had never seen before. Andrew was standing by two massage tables, while the other men were standing close by, their eyes watching the women closely. “You first, Amber,” said Andrew. “Up on the couch, this won’t take a minute.”

  Grace watched as the blonde woman lay flat on her back, her head supported by a small pillow while Andrew pushed her feet up toward her body until her knees were pointing to the ceiling. Then he pushed her knees sideways, drawing the length of silk cloth to one side, leaving her sex fully exposed to the watching men.

  “This little internal massager works very well,” he explained to them, parting Amber’s sex lips. “It consists of three small gold balls on a cord. During exercise, the pelvic muscles will massage the women internally. It massages them with any movement, but exercise increases the sensations.”

  While he was talking, Will slid a small pillow beneath Amber’s hips, making it easy for Andrew to slide the gold balls inside her until only the end of the cord remained outside her body. “There, that’s done,” he said, pressing his hand against her vulva until Grace heard the other woman’s sharp intake of breath. “Yes, working well,” he added. “Your turn now, Grace.”

  Grace obediently took Amber’s place. She wanted to close her eyes, to blot out the watching men and hide her shame at being exposed in this way, but she knew it would count against her. Andrew expertly eased the balls inside her and she relaxed a little. Then, when he pressed against her vulva she felt a coiling sensation in her stomach, and her eyes widened in fear as she realized exactly how stimulating they were. Finally, released from the couch she stood next to Amber, her eyes cast down as seemed right to her given the role she was playing.

  “You may look at us now, Grace,” said David, and she obediently raised her eyes, hoping that Amber had been looking at them all the time. “I’m sure you’ll both be relieved to hear that this time you may climax as often as you wish. The winner will be the one who manages the most orgasms in forty-five minutes. You will both begin by using the treadmill, but we’ll remove your costumes first as they’re not suitable for this test.”

  Silently, with total obedience, Grace let Will and David remove her costume and then walked naked to the treadmill and David switched it on. “Naturally we control the machines,” he added.

  As the speed of the treadmill increased, and Grace’s muscles had to work harder, she could feel the first tingles of pleasure deep inside her, and within only a few minutes she shuddered as her body contracted in a deep, satisfying orgasm.

  Immediately she was moved across the room and made to sit on a large exercise ball. She struggled to stay on it, forced to tighten her muscles in order to keep her balance, and this time the balls pressed heavily against her G-spot and her body went into another spasm of blissful release.

  She lost track of what was happening to Amber as she was made to ride the exercise bike, return to the ball and then finally ordered to lie on the couch again. She no longer knew how many orgasms she’d had, but she felt exhausted. Her last spasm had been painful as well as pleasurable, her tortured muscles forced into yet another climax.

  Now, lying on the bed, she felt hands moving over her hot, sweat-soaked body. They teased her nipples, stroked her stomach and kept her whole body aroused. Shamed by her capacity for pleasure she was relieved to be told to close her eyes.

  She was aware of Amber lying on the adjacent couch, but had no idea how the other woman was doing. Slowly the last embers of arousal began to die away and then with shocking suddenness, a drop of ice-cold liquid fell on her breasts and she screamed with surprise.

  “Stay silent,” said Andrew.

  Tensely she waited, eyes closed, but for a long time nothing happened and then, just as she thought it was over, another drop fell, landing just above the dent of her belly button and making her lower body jerk. Now the drops came more frequently, sometimes singly, sometimes two or three at a time. She began to ache between her thighs and realized that every time she jumped with shock, her muscles contracted and the massage balls worked their insidious magic on her. She wanted, needed, to come yet again, but the stimulation wasn’t quite enough. Frantically, with no thought for the watchers, she pushed her hips upwards, trying to make one of the drops fall between her needy thighs.

  Then someone pushed a cushion beneath her hips, her legs were parted by firm hands, another pair of hands held her sex lips open and she waited longingly for a drop of the cold water to fall. When
it did, it fell directly onto her swollen clitoris and she screamed with ecstatic delight, writhing on the couch and moaning “Yes, oh yes!”

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth she felt the sting of a crop falling over her unprotected breasts, and stifled a moan of pain as the crop fell four times as punishment for her cry of pleasure.

  “Forty-five minutes,” said Lucien. Immediately all hands were withdrawn and Grace was left alone.

  “She’s wonderfully wanton!” said one of the men. “I hope she’s mine for a time this afternoon.”

  “We draw lots I’m afraid,” said Andrew.

  “Dress quickly,” said David, his voice clipped. “There are only two hours before we make our decision.”

  Once dressed Amber and Grace had to stand in the middle of the room again while David looked at his notes. “We have a clear winner for this trial,” he said briskly. “And that winner was Grace. Amber, you…”

  “It can’t be!” exclaimed Amber. “Someone’s made a mistake. I’ve always been multiorgasmic. I had numerous orgasms.”

  “Be silent!” said David. “As I was one of the people watching you, you’re suggesting that I made a mistake. Clearly you’ve forgotten your place and you’ll be punished for your outburst after lunch, when you’ve had time to recover some of your strength. You must both be in the dining room in fifteen minutes,” he added, and with that he left the room.

  Fifteen minutes later Grace and Amber arrived at the entrance to the dining room. During the short break, Grace had reminded herself that in two hours’ time it would all be over. It seemed a very short time in which to achieve her aim of ousting Amber, especially as they were equal at the moment, but following her victory in the fitness room her confidence had improved.

  She knew that what she needed to do in order to win was actually become a slave girl in her own mind. Invest herself with a background story, as actors had to do. She must imagine how a female slave in Roman times would have felt when fondled and used by her master and his friends.

  The twins led them in and told them to serve the guests. All the food was on a side table, and Grace immediately collected a plate and placed it in front of David, who was sitting at the head of the table.