Students of Submission

by Leigh Turner

  She would assemble them on Monday, then, and set them the task of collecting as many sexual slaves as they could by the end of the day. Those ahead on points would be given a head start according to their position on the leader table. They would be free to roam the premises, making negotiations and alliances as they wished. At 5 p.m. there would be a gathering in the theatre where their conquests, if any, would be presented.

  ‘So does it all depend on how many slaves you can, er, gather?’ asked Sally.

  ‘No, the points count as well. But each slave gives between five and ten points, if I remember.’

  ‘It sounds difficult.’

  ‘Not really. Some contestants just don’t get their head round it, true; but if you negotiate with people you can do quite well.’

  ‘Negotiate?’

  ‘Yes. For example, I might agree to be your slave on Monday. As long as you promise not to abuse me too much, and suck my cock every morning for a week afterwards.’

  She giggled, and playfully prodded him, which led to a pleasurable tussle between them. As they paused for breath, she asked, ‘So you would do that for me?’

  ‘Sure. I’ll tell anybody else who asks me that I am spoken for. Also you’ll get Steven as part of the package, since he’s in thrall to me.’

  ‘Wow. I’m beginning to get the idea.’

  In the cellar, Jane was repeatedly stimulated and then left high and dry by Lena, who explained that she wanted a partnership in Jane’s business, no less.

  ‘Just agree to it, Jane, and I’ll finish you off and release you.’

  ‘Never. You know I can’t do that. You’ll have to release me eventually, and where will that leave us? You know you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, Lena, it’s wrong.’

  At that, her tormentor laughed uproariously.

  ‘And you never do that, Jane? You’re hypocritical. Most of what you do here this week is just that, mixing business with pleasure.’

  Jane paused, accepting the unavoidable logic.

  ‘Touché,’ she murmured. ‘But I can’t just agree in these circumstances. Whatever you do.’

  ‘What I require, Jane, is a promise in principle. We can negotiate the details in a more genteel manner later. I also need an undertaking that Max and I will not be sacked, though I expect our little photo session might help provide some insurance there.’

  ‘Let me go and I’ll think about it.’

  ‘Not good enough. You need not sign anything, because I know you are a woman of principle. But I do need your solemn word that you will grant me some share in the business. You know I have capabilities beyond those of a cook.’

  ‘My word will hardly be solemn if I’m on the verge of an orgasm.’

  Lena smiled. ‘Your word is your word, however obtained. Let us continue.’

  A session of finger teasing was followed by Lena positioning Oliver sideways in front of the captive, whereupon she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up, legs around him. Holding her left leg with his right arm, Oliver guided his long prick up into her with his left hand, then grasped her right leg to fully support her upon him. She now added to her impalement by summoning Max, who, with an oiled condom over his cock, slid into her anus.

  ‘Ooh, Jane. This is good, I can feel them both. Filling me. So good. How would you like this? I can have both of them whenever I want. Soooo good.’

  She shut her eyes and savoured her pleasure. Was she losing some control? Jane wondered. It was not the case. After a few minutes of silent joy, she rationed her lust and ordered her lovers to let her down.

  Once more she approached Jane.

  ‘How did you like that little show? They are mine and mine alone. How would you like some cock?’

  Jane was unable to disguise her reaction now as the finger intruded again. This time, when it stopped, she was truly desperate.

  ‘Aah. Please!’

  ‘Good. Now we are getting somewhere. Would you like your friend to suck on you? I don’t think you deserve cock.’

  ‘Yes. Please.’

  She was released from the stocks, and Vanessa’s gag was removed after she had been warned not to shout out. Jane was made to shuffle across the room, taking the ungainly steps dictated by the leg-spreader. Together with the yoke across her arms and shoulders, it rubbed in the feeling that she was, now, a true and fully humiliated slave. In one used to administering such degradations, the occasional step across the line to the submissive end of the spectrum could produce an overwhelming sense of arousal, one to which Jane now felt herself beginning to succumb.

  She was directed to Vanessa’s chair and commanded to stop in front of her. Vanessa shuffled her upper body forward, being tied to the chair only by the feet, and managed to address the upper end of Jane’s vaginal lips. She began to lick her desperate friend, while Max seized the chance to take a good selection of photos.

  ‘Good. We may publish them. I’m sure there is a magazine somewhere specialising in middle-aged lesbian sluts,’ said Lena coolly. ‘Unless of course you agree my terms, Jane. Pull her away.’

  Max and Oliver grasped her fettered arms and she was compelled to totter back on her heels, away from the comforting tongue.

  Lena paused, a thin smile on her lips, as if thinking what to say or do next, tasting the nuances of her victory. Any pondering on further strategy would not be needed though, for Jane had had her fill, her resistance crumbling. She knew it was only a matter of time; Lena was prepared to stay down there all day if necessary.

  ‘OK, Lena. You’ve got it. I promise to negotiate with you on Monday. You have my word.’

  ‘Excellent. And our status is assured? I don’t want Max getting the sack. He’s too good a lay.’

  ‘You are both secure. You win your terms.’

  ‘Oh Jane!’ said Vanessa, pity in her tone.

  ‘Shut up, slut!’ said Lena.

  Turning to Jane, she spoke again. ‘Oh Jane!’ Her high voice imitated and mocked Vanessa’s plaintive tone. ‘Do you know how easy she was to subdue, Jane? Oliver went this early morning to fuck her, and I joined him just afterwards with some rope. She was being fucked from behind when I got there, face flat on the bed, backside stuck up like a wanton harlot. It was almost too easy. She’s had his cock before, you know, and is a complete slave to it.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Jane,’ said Vanessa.

  ‘I told you to shut up, cock slave. You will endure a longer spell of bondage for your disobedience.’

  ‘Don’t worry, Vanessa,’ said Jane. ‘It’s not your fault. She’s been very, very clever, and I never saw it coming.’

  Lena let Jane’s remark pass.

  ‘Good. So we have achieved our aim. I’m glad you saw sense, Jane. You won’t regret it in the end. Now, we are free to play. Do you wish for cock? I am prepared to have you top and tailed by my males again.’

  Jane remained silent, her last bastion of retaliation.

  ‘Very well.’

  Lena fetched a vibrator from one of the cupboards, clicked it into life, and began to massage Jane’s genitalia with it. As her victim’s eyes glazed and finally shut, she withdrew it and turned it off.

  ‘Now speak. Do you agree to the offer of cocks? It is a good one and I may not keep it open.’

  ‘Yes, I agree.’

  ‘Good. Now perform the requisite forfeit. One circuit of the room in your leg-spreader while we watch you.’

  Jane complied, slowly and awkwardly, to be rewarded with another period of attention from the vibrator.

  ‘Now on your knees. A small circuit. During this you must ask for the cocks and address me properly, as Mistress Lena.’

  Jane saw shock on Vanessa’s face as she sunk readily to her knees. The endgame had come, and she was ready to wallow in her condition, all resistance to her opponent now gone.

  She shuffled round the room, revelling in the situation, repeating, to Vanessa’s obvious disappointment and horror, the required mantra.

  ‘I beg you
, Mistress Lena, to have me fucked. I beg you for the cocks of your male slaves. Please have them fuck my cunt, mistress. I kneel before you …’

  Mistress Supreme,’ prompted Lena, proffering an outstretched hand.

  ‘Mistress Supreme,’ said Jane, kissing the hand and feeling Oliver’s cock slide behind her and take possession of her, slipping home quickly and easily in her sopping pussy, shortly to be followed by Max, who knelt in front of her and filled her willing mouth with hot cock.

  Shortly afterwards, Lena, satisfied with the degree of tribute, rewarded it by attending to Jane’s clitoris with her flickering finger, producing perhaps the most overwhelming and long-lasting orgasm Jane had ever experienced.

  While Jane recovered, Lena sent Max to see to the feeding, watering and washing needs of the three captives in the stables. He remained casually nude. On his return, he remarked that he had seen Fiona wandering about, looking for Oliver.

  ‘Did she see you come down here?’ asked Lena, irritated.

  ‘I don’t know. I don’t think so. Does it matter?’

  ‘Of course it matters, you idiot. She is not to speculate unnecessarily on what the staff get up to. Perhaps we should get her down here.’

  The query was made redundant as they heard the sound of footsteps coming down to the ante room.

  ‘Couldn’t you lock the door?’ said Lena to Max, who merely shrugged. Instructing Oliver to accompany her, she went to meet the intruder.

  After a while, they heard the sounds of gentle, rhythmic whipping. A multi-tailed tawse upon an exposed rump, to judge by the rustling character of the noise.

  Shortly after it ceased, Lena returned, speaking to Jane in a low voice.

  ‘Fiona, nosing about. We have restrained her. She too is a slave to black cock and she woke without her lover this morning. If I blindfold her and free you, do I have your agreement that we will continue this session at my instigation tomorrow?’

  Wearily, Jane whispered back, ‘I thought you now had all you required.’

  ‘Mm. Perhaps. I thought I might dildo you, though. The house will be empty if they all go to Whitby.’

  ‘Lena, don’t you think you’re pushing it a little far? You may have won this particular encounter, for which I congratulate you, but the purse strings will always be mine.’

  ‘The alternative is for your condition to be revealed to the captive girl.’

  ‘If you have me for an hour or two tomorrow, will that be enough?’

  ‘Fine. I will clear the coast and free you. Would you like a robe?’

  ‘Yes, please.’

  And so she was freed, on probation. She was forced to leave Vanessa captive in Lena’s hands as she padded silently past the blindfolded Fiona in the anteroom. The redhead was shackled face first to one of the sloping boards. Her shift dress had been rudely torn down the length of her back, leaving it attached only at the arms. Her bare back was adorned with just a deep-waisted waspie suspender belt in black Lycra, which she must have obtained from the costume room. It supported seamed black nylons. Stiletto-heeled black strapped shoes were spread wide apart as she submitted to Oliver’s fingering. His priapic cock was no doubt soon to follow within her. Jane looked down at it, knowing it had recently dominated her, controlled by another woman. Oliver gazed back at her, confident, refusing to be cowed, knowing her downward glance confirmed his recent pre-eminence, which could not be forgotten.

  Jane, after lying in her room for a while, put on some large panties, a white floral-patterned frock, and some attractive yet flat soled thin-strapped sandals.

  Walking out to the garages, she took the keys of a sports car from her clutch bag. She opened the door and installed herself in the two-seater. Ignition on, and the central button caused the starter to kick the engine to life with a satisfying growl.

  The Cobra was a ridiculously over-powered car, and it spat gravel behind it as she surged away from the house. Mindful of its lack of finesse, as always, she enjoyed driving it fast and competently. Today it was even more important to focus on the undulating moorland road upon which she headed toward Castleton. It took her mind off everything else. In an intense but short time, she neared the north of Whitby, and pointed the classic nose toward the top car park, full of tourists’ tin boxes. She looked up at the cloudless June sky, left the tonneau cover off, and strolled down the steep steps to the pier area.

  She must contemplate the future, but there was no reason not to suck at a triple helping rum and raisin cone while doing so.

  Tom and Sally found themselves some lunch in a deserted kitchen, and took their plates outside to the garden. Afterwards, Tom took her to a nook in the woods just beyond the theatre, where he kept some of his gardening implements and plants in a shed and some ancient, moss-covered greenhouses.

  Behind the greenhouses lay a grassy suntrap, and here they sunbathed naked for the rest of the afternoon, talking sometimes, canoodling, and cementing their union with lovemaking.

  A bolognaise in a pan was served by a casually dressed and unusually cheerful Lena in the dining room in the evening. They shared it only with Simon, and Greg and Liz, who appeared to be getting on quite well together.

  There was no sign of Jane, Vanessa, or either of the shemale waitresses. Neither did Oliver or Fiona put in an appearance.

  Tom left the company early, for he and Sally had cooked a plan. It was important, he had said, to cultivate Simon, not let him suspect their liaison; for he was a potential subject for her on the Monday. Regretfully, she had agreed, the passion of her farewell kiss before they left the greenhouse area betraying her growing feelings for him. She liked his relaxed attitude, which she had perhaps mistaken for indecisiveness before. Such a contrast to Carlo and Gareth back in town, one all bravado and vinegar, the other constantly brooding, radiating intensity about nothing more important than some academic’s latest political stance.

  But she cosied up to Simon after the meal, easier now that Greg and Liz seemed to be a couple.

  ‘I was looking all over for you,’ he said. ‘Where did you get to?’

  ‘Oh, just wandering round the grounds. What were you doing?’ She spoke as if they were just good friends, last night’s encounter part of an alternative fantasy world, an ephemeral dream.

  ‘A bit of that. Pity I didn’t see you. Still, it is a big area. I ended up talking to Max in the garages. Jane’s got two or three really interesting classic cars in there, tucked away.’

  She tried hard to feign interest. Poor lamb, he was a sheep amongst wolves.

  That night she pleasured him to the limit of his stamina, finding his weaknesses, tickling his balls, sucking and riding his cock. Twice he woke, hungry for her, and she lay on her back letting him slide his cock home, pumping his orgasm into her. He was hooked, and she would wait until tomorrow night to reel in the catch.

  Sunday passed in similar vein, although Sally stayed in Simon’s company this time. Jane came down and joined them for a late breakfast, remaining fairly quiet apart from the usual pleasantries. They were served today by Steven, who was completely naked apart from pumps and a long blue-and-white striped apron which covered only his front.

  Otherwise it was just Tom and the same four of them as at last night’s dinner. It was this crew which set off for Whitby in the Land Rover, Max having shown no interest in getting his precious Jaguar out. Tom drove, and treated them all to fish and chips with what he called “house money”. Sandwiches and wine had been set out in the dining room when they returned. Vanessa was back in evidence, in white blouse and a short black skirt which barely hid her stocking tops. She told them that breakfast would be served in the dining room at 8.30 in the morning, and they were to report to the theatre by 9.30.

  This night, Sally went with Simon to his room instead of hers. Leaving her stockings and suspenders on, she surprised him in the bathroom just as he finished cleaning his teeth, coming up behind his naked body. With her right hand she thrust between his legs, cupping his balls; with her le
ft, she clapped her palm against his burgeoning penis, slapping it down against his thighs, concentrating on the root.

  ‘Oh. Oh. No. I’m going to come.’

  ‘Be my slave, tonight and tomorrow, and I’ll finish you and let you dip in my fanny,’ she said, pausing in her cock stimulation, forcing it down, while tickling his balls more.

  ‘No, I mean yes, yes. Let me come inside you and I’ll do anything you want.’

  ‘Promise?’

  ‘Promise. Yes, yes, you’ve got me.’

  ‘Get down and suck me first, and then you can have your dip.’

  It was that easy.

  After the young guests had departed for Whitby, the house had become quiet. Jane, wearing the same patterned dress as yesterday, made her way into the kitchen, where she found Lena and Steven clearing up after breakfast.

  ‘So,’ said Jane. ‘We have a little bit of business, if you remember.’

  ‘OK, Jane,’ said Lena, matter of factly. ‘Steven, when you have finished here, go to your room, please, and stay there. I will inform you when you can rejoin the general company.’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’

  Jane and Lena left the kitchen together.

  ‘Come to my study for a minute,’ Jane said. She leant on her desk after closing the door. ‘Look, Lena. I’ve no real problem with this partnership idea. I’ve always thought you a very able person, and an asset. But we will need to set down a few ground rules. What did you actually have in mind?’

  Lena smiled.

  ‘I’ve been nosing around in Inez’s stuff, and found a rather interesting rubber panty girdle with inbuilt dildo and a clitoral stimulator. I thought you could wear it on Monday morning. The clitoral stimulator is remote controlled. I could have you stand up and announce to everyone that I am the new mistress of the household. If you baulked at it, I would press the button and give you a writhing orgasm in front of them.’