Students of Submission

by Leigh Turner

  ‘I see. Continue.’

  The tableau was fulfilled and then, while Fiona turned on all fours toward the audience just Celia, Lena and Liz by this time and as Vanessa sucked his length, on her knees at his feet, he delivered the coup de grace.

  ‘I now call on your shemale sluts to come and pay homage to me by licking my arse.’

  Jane walked quickly to the side of the stage where Nick and Peter stood.

  ‘Obey him!’ she snapped.

  What was happening? Liz was visibly shocked, as were Sally and her cohorts.

  ‘Now you will pay the price, Jane.’ Oliver spoke as he shafted Fiona steadily and gently from behind, two unabashed shemales licking his arse.

  ‘Strip and bow down to me. No arguments. Full submission.’

  Jane now began to undo her costume. Even Celia looked surprised, although Lena, unfazed, must have had some prior knowledge of all this.

  Gradually the garments were dropped. Suit top, skirt, blouse. Jane now crossed over to Vanessa, who undid her large white bra. She stood in only a white roll-on girdle, high-waisted, which supported her grey stockings. Knickerless, she embraced her fate.

  ‘I submit to you and worship you, Master Oliver. I beg of you to favour me with your cock after you have finished with Slave Fiona. I am willing to be subservient to your senior slave, Fiona, if required. I will do anything you wish, just to be shafted by your cock. As you know, I have sucked it more than once recently, but I crave its entry into my well-lubricated and willing quim, above all. Please let me present my submissive and willing rump to you.’

  ‘Very well. But you must wait until Fiona has been done.’

  ‘Thank you, master. Thank you for the opportunity to be used by your cock supreme.’

  With this, Jane turned and knelt next to Fiona. Her spectacular fall from grace, and the final tableau, was complete.

  After Jane had been treated to a thoroughgoing shafting by Oliver’s cock, culminating in her climaxing by fingering her clitoris and then having to remain on all fours while he satisfied himself by pumping his come into her, the show was finally brought to a close by Celia, who climbed the steps to the stage. Saying nothing about what had happened, she began a matter of-fact summary.

  ‘So, to Oliver, the following. Eleven points for Fiona and her slave Vanessa, transferred. Five points each for Madam Jane’s shemales. I award 12 for Madam herself, with a bonus three points for the manner of the conquest. Total 36, giving a grand total of 66, which gives him second place. Liz is third with 44, but our overall winner this year, with 73 points, is our newly fledged Madam, Sally. Well done.

  ‘You may now enjoy the rest of the evening with your slaves and dominants as you wish. Interviews about contracts will take place tomorrow. Look on the board in the hall for times, please; don’t miss your slot.

  ‘I wish you all a pleasant and debauched evening.’

  Chapter Eighteen – New Horizons

  ‘What did you think?’

  ‘I was hoping you’d be prepared to go a little bit more.’

  ‘Shall we call it 7½ per cent, then? Everybody will be adequately rewarded by that, I think. I can’t take anything off Nick, really; we still need him on board for the recruiting side.’

  Lena thought for a minute.

  ‘OK, I suppose that’s fair. As you say, we can move on now.’

  ‘Excellent.’

  They were in Jane’s office. It was 10.15 on Tuesday morning.

  ‘Jane.’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘That was rather a sly trick, giving Becky away to Sally. Not part of our agreement.’

  ‘Wasn’t it? What if I’d given them all away? At least it gave him a sporting chance.’

  ‘Hmm. You realise that with her having five points less and Oliver five points more, he’d have pipped her.’

  ‘True. Even without your sacrifice. I take it you didn’t want to enter into slavery under him. I was waiting to see him get another ten points if you had got up. You could have made the difference on your own.’

  ‘No. Not my style. I don’t mind him on my own terms. Not like you.’

  ‘Oh, you should try the other side sometime. It can be rather delicious. Anyway, we need people who can handle him so I’m glad you feel that way, really. We’ve got Tom with us in France so I expect that’ll be enough to keep him in line. I’m sorry you can’t come, but it’s important you learn the business from Celia while I’m away. And you need to train Becky up in the kitchen; she’ll be taking over from you in the university holidays, and permanently after her course ends.’

  With that, discussions were at an end, concord agreed between Jane and Lena.

  ‘OK, dear,’ Jane said. ‘See if the first interviewee is outside when you go.’

  Jane pointed the Jaguar’s nose into the courtyard of the hotel. It was a small establishment, off the beaten track, but she knew it well. They would have a large, luxurious room, and partake of a gourmet meal in the restaurant after they had unpacked and showered.

  They had made a detour to Sally’s flat to pick up her passport, and then sailed from Hull to Zeebrugge on Wednesday night. The Jaguar had eaten up the miles, even on the south Paris ring road, and now they were a little way north of Poitiers in the small town of Vancais. They would spend the night as they had on the ferry, talking, drinking wine, and in bed finding each other’s intimate crannies with their wicked fingers and tongues.

  Jane had been quite forthcoming on the journey, reminiscing about her first husband, Frank, the millionaire industrialist: how they used to holiday near the Riviera; his “stupid” Rolls Royce; how she preferred the road manners of the Jaguar. She had opened up about Max, how she could understand how he might want a younger partner like Lena, but how she could never forgive him for the manner in which he had done it.

  He would find out, she said, for Lena’s partnership deal was for her alone … If Max had been drawn into it, that would have been the end; she would have brought the whole enterprise crashing to a halt and sacked them both on the spot. Sometimes, though, one had to compromise; an important lesson for her young companion to learn.

  The following day they reached Jane’s villa in the Gironde, where they would be joined by a party from England by the weekend. Oliver and Fiona, Simon, and Tom, Nick, and Inez from the staff. They would take the minibus and come via the St Malo crossing. Liz and Greg had gone on holiday together, but would remain in touch, and might be used in the future.

  There would be a two-week period of filming, with opportunities for rest and recreation. Nick was along as cameraman, installed in place of the errant Max, with whom Jane wanted no dealings at present.

  A week had gone by. It was piercingly bright and almost stupefyingly hot down here at this time of the year, until the wind got up in the evenings, coming off the Bay of Biscay.

  Sally lay with Tom on the beach, languid like oiled reptiles. It was easy to walk along a short way and find a stretch where people stripped naked. She had her bush shaved so that just a narrow, vertical hairy section remained in the centre. It was, she laughed, her “pornographic film star” look.

  Later they would look for a quiet spot in the dunes where they would make love.

  She had money, sunshine, an expert lover, and a steady, well-paid job waiting for her in the management of one of Jane’s companies when the autumn came.

  Life was good. Life was very good.

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