Submission Therapy

by Anna Cundell

  She was dressed just as Clare had been when she’d been brought to the house, in skin-tight rubber with her breasts and sex exposed, with the same high-heeled ankle boots, the same collar that held her wrists under her chin and the same cuffs on her ankles. She was petit and slender with blonde hair, her breasts small and pert. Her sex was covered with downy pubic hair, which hid little.

  With Bill on one side of her and Jade on the other, she was led into the house.

  ‘Good morning, my dear,’ Anouska said, appearing in the hall.

  The girl said nothing. She blushed and stared down at her feet.

  ‘A very pretty specimen, don’t you think, Clare? My husband has really excelled himself again.’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’ It was such a long time since she’d been asked to speak.

  ‘Your name is Anna, is that correct?’

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ the girl said uncertainly.

  ‘Look at me when I speak to you,’ Anouska said.

  The girl looked up at the brunette. She had big blue eyes, a cute nose and her face was perfectly proportioned. Her body was equally pretty with a narrow waist and subtly contoured legs and bottom, the crease between the top of her thighs and the roundness of her buttocks well defined. Clare recognised in her expression the same mixture of fear and excitement that she had felt upon her arrival.

  Anouska touched her cheek, then ran her hand down to her left breast. ‘I haven’t got time to deal with you now. Bill, take her upstairs to her room.’ Bill’s rubber G-string had already begun to bulge noticeably. ‘And you do not have my permission to touch her, is that understood?’

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ he said.

  ‘I mean it, Bill. Any more trouble from you and you’re out, do you understand?’

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ he said, looking genuinely contrite.

  ‘Good.’ Anouska turned to Clare. ‘Come on.’ She took her by the arm and led her outside. ‘Get in.’

  Anouska sat beside her on the rear seat, and then pressed a button that lowered the glass partition behind the driver. ‘Do you know where to go?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes, madam,’ the driver replied without looking back.

  ‘Get on with it then.’

  The gates at the end of the drive opened electronically and the big car swept through them and out onto the road.

  The sight of the blonde had given Clare food for thought. She was trying to work out why the girl made her feel uneasy. She was very pretty, and she had obviously come straight from Dr Hammer’s clinic, and Clare couldn’t help wondering what he’d been like with her. Had those big blue eyes and that lovely body tempted him? Had she been taken to his room in the middle of the night and got more than just an enigmatic look?

  She realised what she was feeling was jealousy. It was ridiculous, of course. She had felt no jealousy about watching the doctor with Mandy. But the girl was different. The girl was new and vulnerable and absolutely gorgeous. She could imagine Dr Hammer’s dark eyes examining every inch of her, his fingers stroking that silky skin and blonde hair.

  The car had travelled into the centre of a town. It stopped at traffic lights and people stared into the black windows as if trying to make out who was inside. It was the nearest Clare had come to normal life for some time and it felt alien to her now. To be sitting in a car dressed in erotic lingerie with her breasts exposed and a silver chain clipped to her nipples amidst everyday normality was bizarre, and the very outlandishness of it excited her.

  They reached an area of smart new office buildings, most of them several stories high. The car made a sharp left through a pair of modern wrought iron gates, into a brick paved driveway and along the back of a glimmering tower block, the tallest of all the buildings. There was a small courtyard, with plants and trees growing in terracotta pots.

  Anouska got out. ‘Come on,’ she said, and held out her hand to help Clare.

  Clare looked over her shoulder. Though the area was not as busy there were still people walking past the gates who could easily see her getting out of the car. But there was clearly no alternative so she shifted to the front of the seat and managed to balance herself without the use of her hands, until Anouska grasped her arm and steadied her as she got out.

  As she straightened up she saw a man had stopped at the gates and was staring open-mouthed. He then shook his head and walked on as if not believing what he saw.

  Anouska led the way through a small door into a short corridor. It smelt of fresh paint. At the end were the stainless steel doors of a lift, which opened as soon as Anouska pushed the call button. Anouska pushed the UP button and the lift began to ascend.

  Judging from the length of time it took it seemed they were going right to the top. The lift door opened slowly and Anouska ushered Clare out. She had expected to find herself in some sort of office but instead there was a corridor lined with dark green moiré silk and a thick dark carpet. There were no windows and the only light was from glass wall fittings.

  There was a single door. Anouska opened it and ushered Clare inside. The room beyond was bizarre. It was decorated like an Arabian tent, with a hanging ceiling made from layers of scarlet silk and walls in the same material. In the middle of the room was a large oval bed with a mattress covered in yet more silk, and furnished with a mass of cushions in a gorgeous array of colours and patterns. In keeping with the Arabian theme there was a small hexagonal table and a large carved chest with an elaborate brass lock.

  Hanging from the centre of the ceiling where the swathes of silk were secured to an elaborate boss, was a large brass lantern. At the bottom of the lantern was a sturdy metal ring. The whole room smelt strongly of an aroma that was neither perfume nor incense, but a much more heady scent that for some reason made Clare’s pulse begin to race.

  ‘Kneel on the floor,’ Anouska said.

  Without the use of her hands for balance Clare lowered herself quite abruptly, making her breasts quiver and the nipple clips nip painfully.

  ‘Now close your eyes.’

  Clare did as she was told, and felt the leather flaps of the helmet being folded down over them. There was a little click as each one was secured.

  The room fell silent. Had Anouska left her? She could only hear her own heartbeat. The blindfold turned her feelings inward. She became intensely conscious of her body. The level of pain in her nipples seemed to increase dramatically, and as pain and pleasure were so closely linked that, in turn, pumped up her excitement. The blackness in her mind was a perfect screen on which to see herself kneeling in the strange room. Even the stripes the whip had left on her buttocks began to tingle.

  ‘Well, I see what you mean,’ someone said, the unexpectedness of it making Clare jerk her head to the side, trying to locate the direction and proximity of the sound. ‘She is exceptional.’

  The voice was deep and masculine and had the slightest hint of a foreign accent. Clare heard a door closing.

  ‘I thought you’d be interested.’ It was Anouska’s voice this time.

  ‘Oh yes, most interested.’

  The touch on her shoulder made Clare start. A hand moved around to her throat and unclipped the snap-hook that held the chain from the metal clips, and the discomfort in her nipples was lessened as her breasts settled back into the crescent-shaped bra cups. But the relief was short-lived. The chain of the nipple clips was pulled up again, much higher this time until her breasts were lifted clear of the bra altogether. At the same time Clare felt soothing fingers stroking the soft underside of her breasts with astonishing subtlety. It was extraordinary just how sensitive her breasts had become. Between the pain from her tortured nipples and the pleasure of the tender caresses there was a symphony of agony and ecstasy. Her clitoris swelled and she felt that odd knot deep in her vagina.

  ‘She’s just lovely,’ the man’s voice said. ‘I don’t th
ink we should delay, do you?’

  The chain was lowered carefully and her breasts descended with it. She heard a rustle of clothing.

  ‘Mmm… you always were gorgeous,’ the man said. ‘Come here.’ Clare heard a kiss. ‘If Helmut hadn’t married you, I would have had you myself.’

  ‘No, Henrick, it would never have worked. You’re a dominant, like me.’

  ‘We used to have some good times though, didn’t we?’

  ‘We still do, don’t we, Henrick?’

  The man laughed. ‘How true.’ Then Clare felt someone standing right in front of her again.

  ‘Let’s have a look at your eyes, shall we liebling?’

  ‘I thought you preferred the blindfold,’ Anouska said.

  ‘Sometimes it serves to make them more sensitive. But this one is so sensitive already. Look at her. She trembles like a racehorse waiting at the starting gate.’

  Fingers unclipped the little flaps of leather and Clare blinked. Immediately in front of her eyes was a pair of grey trousers, the material tented by the swollen penis within.

  She looked up and got a shock that made her heart miss a beat. Staring down at her, those dark brown eyes staring into hers with their usual disarming intensity, was Dr Hammer!

  But then it was only when he moved back and began taking off the jacket of his smartly tailored suit that she realised it was not Dr Hammer at all. This man was a little older, with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and greying hair at the temples. But apart from that the resemblance was so striking there was no question the man must have been his brother.

  ‘I see you’ve spotted the resemblance,’ he said, smiling. ‘You think I look like my brother?’ It was even the same smile Dr Hammer had given her, his lips barely moving.

  She nodded, and Anouska moved to help him with his clothes. She had taken off her bra and was standing in her white panties, a thin suspender belt, her stockings and her black boots. The panties cut deep into the cleft of her buttocks. She stripped his shirt away then unzipped his fly and pulled his trousers and pants down. He stepped out of them and quickly discarded his shoes and socks.

  Naked, Henrick Hammer had the same body as his brother. His cock, too, was similar, his purple glans already exposed.

  Anouska moved to Clare and unzipped the mouth hole in the helmet. She pulled the oval object out of her mouth then leant down and kissed her, plunging her tongue deep between her lips. As she did Clare saw Henrick moving behind Anouska and cup her breasts in his hands.

  ‘You know what I want you to do,’ he said softly.

  ‘It’s what I want too.’

  In the short time Clare had known Anouska she had never seen her like this. With Gulliver she had been dominant. With Henrick she seemed almost docile.

  ‘Get to your feet, girl,’ Henrick said, taking Clare by the arm and helping her up. ‘You are to kneel on the bed.’

  Clare did as she’d been told, and Anouska opened the large chest and took out a rope. She stood on the bed beside Clare and threaded one end of it through the ring underneath the brass lantern. The other end was tied to the central link of the cuffs that held Clare’s wrists together and then pulled, forcing Clare’s arms up behind her, tipping her torso forward. When her arms were almost vertical Anouska tied the rope off.

  Henrick lay on his back on the bed with his legs on either side of her knees, his erection spearing up from his hairy groin. The resemblance between him and his brother was so startling that Clare had to keep reminding herself it wasn’t him.

  Henrick took his cock in his fist, and started masturbating. ‘I want you to lick my penis,’ he said. ‘Just lick it.’

  Clare lowered her face, the chain of the nipple clips swinging between her breasts. The pain of her sudden bondage had heightened her shameful excitement and she was breathing heavily as she extended her tongue and ran it all over his glans. She was eager to please him. His brother had never allowed her such intimacy. From the corner of her eye she saw Anouska going back to the chest and taking out a leather harness.

  ‘Now suck it into your mouth,’ he ordered. ‘Just the tip, girl. Do you understand?’

  It was a question and she was glad of the chance to answer. ‘Yes, master,’ she said firmly. Master. The word resonated in her head. She had many masters now, but Henrick was the closest she had to her real master. She closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked it avidly. It swelled and throbbed in her mouth.

  ‘Very good,’ he said, letting go of his cock. ‘Continue.’

  Letting him pop out of her mouth she ran her lips down the underside, sucking and licking to his scrotum, thrilled when Henrick gave a little moan of pleasure.

  She caressed her lips up to his glans again, sucked on it briefly, and then moved back to his balls. This time she slipped her lips around one of them and sucked it gently into her mouth. She had to strain forward against the bondage that held her arms so tightly, and this caused her shoulder muscles to cramp painfully, but the discomfort was translated into pulsing pleasure.

  She could see Anouska adjusting the harness. It resembled a pair of panties and she was stepping into it and drawing it over the boots and her stockinged legs. There was a thick leather strap around her waist from which two narrow straps ran down to a triangular piece of leather that covered her mons. From the apex of this a single strap ran up between her buttocks to rejoin the strap at the back of her waist. The triangle of leather the harness held had a hole in the middle.

  Clare concentrated on what she was doing. She used her lips to suck more of Henrick’s scrotum into her mouth, until she could suck both his balls inside. He gave a little gasp of pleasure.

  ‘Is this what you want?’ Anouska asked, standing beside them at the side of the bed. She was holding a small thick leather strap.

  ‘Mmm… what a good idea,’ Henrick mused. ‘I think you know me quite well.’

  Anouska pulled Clare back, making Henrick’s balls slip from her mouth. The brunette took hold of his cock in one hand and wrapped the leather strap around it and under his balls. She buckled the strap tight, the leather biting deeply into his flesh, making his cock swell further, then wrapped her hand around the back of Clare’s head and pulled it back onto Henrick’s stalk.

  A tear of fluid had gathered at the tip and Clare dabbed it away with the tip of her tongue. She teased her lips down his shaft and this time ran her tongue under his balls and across the tight leather. Hanging from the strap under his testicles was a small D-ring.

  ‘I’m ready,’ she heard Anouska say.

  ‘Good, I am very much ready, too,’ Henrick said. He took Clare’s head in his hands and pulled her up slightly. ‘Take it in your mouth now,’ he instructed, and Clare opened her mouth as far as the hole in the leather helmet would allow and swallowed his cock, thrusting down until she could feel the glans butting into the back of her throat.

  As she sucked on the erection she saw Anouska squatting down at the side of the bed. Her hand reached under Clare’s chin to the chain that was still locked around her throat. She found the snap-hook and clipped it to the D-ring on the bottom of the cock strap. There was no slack in either the leather strap or the neck chain so Clare found it impossible to lift her face. Her mouth was bound to his cock just as tightly as her arms were bound above her back.

  Anouska stood up, and Clare strained to watch as she picked up an odd-shaped pink dildo. It was moulded to look like a male organ but its base was flared and circular. Not only that, sticking out of the middle of this flared end was a little spur of plastic about the size and shape of a thumb. The brunette pushed the dildo under the leather triangle until the shaft projected from the hole and Clare could see that the spur fitted neatly into the mouth of her vagina. There were buckles on the two front straps and at the waist of the harness, and Anouska tightened them. Then she disapp
eared from Clare’s restricted view. She felt a hand taking hold of the black panties and pulling them to one side. Fingers gripped her by the hips. A moment later the dildo was nosing between her sex lips, and she saw Henrick looking up to watch Anouska as she felt the plastic phallus pushing into her vagina, buried as solidly in her sex as Henrick’s cock was in her mouth.

  The experience threatened to overwhelm her. Pain and pleasure had become inextricably linked. The pain from her tortured nipples and the muscles of her arms and shoulders seemed to act like the coil of an electric motor, amplifying the currents of pleasure and toppling her into the inevitable cycle of an orgasm. She struggled to contain herself, wanting to give Henrick pleasure before she took her own.

  Henrick did nothing, not that there was anything he could do. He was as incapable of pulling his cock back as she was of moving her head. Anouska, on the other hand, gripped Clare’s hips more securely and pulled the dildo out with a loud sucking noise. She bucked her hips and drove it back in, then began a regular rhythm, fucking Clare with the dildo.

  Each forward thrust produced a surge of bliss in Clare’s body. Breathlessly she tried to suck on Henrick’s cock with exactly the same rhythm, relaxing then squeezing her mouth around him. She felt him respond, his cock throbbing and swelling again, forcing itself even deeper into her throat. Once again there seemed to be a direct connection between her mouth and her sex. Every time she sucked on the phallus and made it jerk in response, her clit responded too.

  Anouska was relentless, plunging the dildo into the lubricated passage, her belly slapping against Clare’s buttocks. Each stroke rocked Clare forward slightly, increasing the tension in her arms and making the nipple chain swing, both causing ripples of pain that were immediately twisted into sharp pulses of pleasure.

  As if that wasn’t enough Clare could also hear the brunette starting to gasp with pleasure every time she pushed forward, and she guessed the thumb-shaped spur in the dildo was digging into her clit. Somehow this frenzied pleasure was communicating itself to her, adding another layer of provocation to everything that was already affecting her. She was so close to orgasm now it felt like a huge dam had built inside her. But she tried to hold back, hoping Henrick would come before her.