My Secret Alpha Step SEAL

by Paula Mabbel

  Felicia kept her waiting for a half hour before strolling down the spiral staircase in a filmy lace negligee.

  “Oh, it’s you,” she said offhandedly. “Well, first I have to ask you a few questions, and like all my students, you have to sign a waiver, basically signing away all your rights. That’s the first step in becoming a proper submissive,” she purred. “Don’t look so shocked, I’m just kidding! But seriously, you do have to sign a waiver. Kiki, move your ass!! What’s wrong with you, bitch? Get the papers!”

  “Don’t mind her,” she said to Claire. “It’s good that she’s a little jealous, keeps her on her toes.”

  Then without a pause, she said, “What is your pain tolerance level?”

  Taken off-guard, Claire blurted out, “About normal, I guess,” wondering what she had indeed gotten herself into.

  “That’s good. Well, let’s get the paperwork out of the way first.”

  Claire quickly looked over the waiver that Kiki handed her, and it was fairly standard, except for the part that read: Warning: You are about to embark on a consensual entertainment endeavor, which could have a lasting and profound effect on your emotional health. It went on to talk about the use of a “safe word” that would bring an end to the activities, at whatever stage they were in.

  She signed it, eager to get started.

  “Good girl, you’re wearing a skirt. Take off your panties.” Claire stripped them down and stepped out of them.

  Felicia stood up, walked over and placed Claire’s hands on her breasts. Claire’s heart beat fast and she began to get wet immediately. Felicia rubbed Claire’s hands on her breasts, and her nipples hardened.

  “Does that feel good to you?”

  Claire’s mouth went dry. She licked her lips and nodded.

  “Squeeze them.”

  She did as she was asked.

  Felicia pulled back the bodice of her negligee, exposing both voluptuous breasts. Claire could hardly breathe.

  “Suck them.”

  Claire hungrily moved in and stuffed as much of one breast into her mouth as she could, ardently sucking on the nipple, feeling it pucker up and get harder against her tongue.

  Felicia reached down and lifted Claire’s skirt, dropping her hand down to Claire’s wet pussy, slipping in a finger to gauge her moistness.

  Involuntarily, Claire moaned against Felicia’s breast. It was her fantasy coming true, and she spread her legs a little wider to allow Felicia to do whatever she was going to do.

  But Felicia pulled back. “She’s ready,” she said to Kiki, standing in the corner of the room. “Bring in Monsieur Claude.”

  Monsieur Claude was Felicia’s pet name for the big, barrel-chested man who was her go-to stud. He had a very substantial dick and could be counted on to maintain a hard-on for hours. Many of her clients liked to have sex while being dominated, and she kept Claude on staff for servicing those clients. He adored Felicia, would do anything for her, and loved being dominated by her.

  “Have a seat here in front of me, darling,” she said to Claude when he arrived. He was huge man, and not bad looking. Claire wondered what was going to happen, as he took a chair at a right angle to the padded chaise lounge.

  “Take off your blouse, Claire, but you can leave your bra on. Just pull down the cups.”

  Felicia laid back on the chaise. “I want to have a good view of our little virgin submissive,” she said seductively.

  “Claire, lay down over Claude’s lap, facing me. Let me see your breasts, right, that’s it. Whenever you are with me, you’re to wear your bra like that, pulled down but displaying your tits. Claude, give her hard slaps, with stroking in between. If she’s not ready when I am, get her there, okay? Hey Princess,” she called teasingly to Kiki, “come over here, bitch.”

  Kiki reappeared from where she was lounging in the corner, this time without a shirt, and Claire was astounded at the beauty of her body. Broad shoulders narrowed down to a tiny waist, with washboard abs. She had more pecs than breasts, but her tits were high and firm. She kneeled down at the foot of the chaise lounge where Felicia lay with her legs spread. Driving her hands under Felicia’s ass, she lifted her pussy to her mouth and started to lick and nibble. Felicia wrapped her legs around Kiki’s head and rested her stiletto heels on her back. Just the sight of it made Claire want to swoon.

  That was when she felt Claude lift up her skirt and the first slap landed. She gasped at the sharpness of it, but as he followed the slap with soothing strokes on her ass, the stinging soon turned to pleasure. He ran his finger up and down her crack, teasing the delicate skin around her pussy lips and asshole.

  Felicia closed her eyes, and started to grind her pussy up into Kiki’s mouth, making little mewling noises. Kiki was obviously very well-versed in how to give her pleasure. A little stab of jealousy started in Claire’s chest, but before she had time to let herself fully feel it, Claude landed another smart slap on her ass.

  Again it was followed by the soothing stroke of his big hand, and slow but steady tickling of her slit, all the way from her clit to her tailbone.

  Over and over Claude smacked her tight ass with his hand, which almost covered both cheeks at once, each time following it with delving into her pussy, rubbing his thumb over her asshole, and tickling her clit, until she was thoroughly aroused and looking forward to the next slap, just to get the stroking.

  Tears were streaming involuntarily down her cheeks from the pain, but Claude made sure that each stinging blow soon turned to pleasure by gently massaging and stimulating her clit.

  As Felicia’s arousal grew, so did Claire’s, so that when Claude saw that Felicia was about to cum, his stroking of Claire’s clit became more urgent, until she was gasping and wiggling under his hand. He twiddled her vigorously with his big fingers, and soon both women were moaning their orgasms simultaneously.

  Kiki sat back on her heels, her face slick with Felicia’s pussy juices, and grinned. It was the first time Claire had seen her smile. Felicia lolled on the couch, enjoying the relaxation following her massive orgasm.

  Claude helped Claire stand up. Her legs felt rubbery, and she sank down onto the nearby couch, still breathing heavily.

  “Princess, Claude, please leave us now. I’ll take care of you later,” Felicia murmured, and they both obediently left the room.

  Felicia beckoned Claire over to where she lay and Claire kneeled at the side of the chaise. “How did you like that?”

  “I was more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m not sure whether it was seeing Kiki licking you or me getting spanked, though. But together, it was pretty hot,” Claire admitted.

  “I know you want me, but you’ll have to earn me—through dedication and discipline.” Felicia leaned over and kissed her.

  “I’ve decided that I will take you on as a student, I think you have the desire and the aptitude. Underneath that good-girl exterior beats the heart of a wild child, am I right?” Felicia asked.

  Claire nodded.

  “We’ll meet again in a few days, I’ll check my schedule and fit you in, so to speak,” she continued, winking. “Okay, you can get dressed now. I’ve still got to take care of my crew.”

  Claire left with a happy smile on her face, high as a kite, her ass still stinging from her spanking.

  Twice a week, over the next six weeks, Felicia trained Claire to be a submissive. She acted nonchalant, as if she expected Claire to drop out as any moment, but in reality, she eagerly looked forward to each session with lascivious delight. And indeed, Claire got a very complete education of the most lustful sort.

  Felicia used Claire’s training to have all kinds of sex with her. One time she introduced her to exotic toys, including a two-penis dildo, both with and without vibrating clit attachments. Another time, she placed electrodes on Claire’s private parts, then encased her in a vinyl sensory deprivation jumpsuit, and enjoyed watching Claire writhe and twitch as she controlled the vibratory input.

  She humiliated
her, made her walk around a coffee shop with her naked ass showing by tucking up her skirt; left her spread-eagled and exposed on a padded bench for hours, or made Claire sit by her chair with only a collar on while she tended to other clients. She insisted that she learn cunnilingus from Kiki, and made them practice on one another. She received more spanking, paddling, and whipping from Claude, bound with padded handcuffs to the St. John’s cross. Claire took it all and kept coming back for more, like a hungry little chick. After every submission session, Felicia cuddled and cared for Claire, telling her how well she was doing and that she was proud of her. She had grown very fond of Claire, although most of the time, she acted blasé about the entire setup. But the reality of it was that they had developed quite a symbiotic relationship, each of them getting something that they wanted and needed from the other.

  After Claire had spent a couple of months learning about BDSM from the sub’s point of view, she had a much greater appreciation of the Dom’s role. If it was the sub’s role to receive, it was the Dom’s role to provide the experience within the consensual agreements they have both made together. Felicia pointed out again strongly to her that it was the Dom’s responsibility to care for the sub, otherwise a selfish Dom will have a difficult time finding subs to play with. She impressed on Claire that BDSM is play and definitely not abuse. For a professional Domme, it was even more important to care for the client for them to want to keep coming back. You have to give them what they want so that they feel good about their experience, never diminished or shamed for it (unless that was what they wanted).

  “Aftercare is not stressed very much by anyone, but it’s not an option in every session, it’s a requirement. You must allow the client time to get back to their normal mindset and achieve emotional equilibrium after such an intense experience,” Felicia warned her. “I’ll teach you how to give the clients what they need, so they’re emotionally fulfilled as well as physically gratified.

  Felicia trained Claire in the usage of all sorts of impact instruments, from canes, to whips, to paddles, to feathers, and taught her to find out from the client how much they wanted their skin marked. Some might like welts as an indicator of their submissive state, and enjoy seeing them for days after their playdate with the Domme. Some prefer to go home to their significant other with no more than a pink tushy—easy to hide. Claire learned how to restrain people without hurting them, and how to do cock and ball torture without allowing any clients’ cocks to fall off. She learns the basics of rigging and rope play from Claude, and how long one can leave on nipple clamps. Anal plugs, penile sounding rods, fucking machines, electrostim, vibrating cock rings—anything and everything that Felicia had ever been asked to do to a client, she shared her knowledge of it with Claire.

  Felicia had always steered clear of dripping candles, because of the real danger of hurting either herself or the client, and never engaged in blood or urine play. She felt that humiliation could be achieved in ways that are not so messy, but explained all of it to Claire, just so she would know about the practices.

  “Don’t be afraid to say ‘no’ to anyone, if they ask you for something you don’t want to do, even if they are a high-paying and powerful client. They’ll find someone else to do it, and for you, there will always be another sub wanting to be dominated.”

  Claire found that she was very turned on by all the practices, and even dreamed up a few things herself that she wants to try out with Felicia or Kiki.

  When Felicia thought that Claire was ready for the big leagues, she phoned one of her clients, a high-powered lawyer and businesswoman who liked to be submissive because it allowed her to give up all control for a short time. In her career, Elizabeth was constantly making decisions, strategizing, meeting with clients, and negotiating, and she came to Felicia to be able to totally let go. She enjoyed the endorphin rush that pain brought her; she said it gave her a high like no other, that lasted for days. She had tried meeting people on the BDSM play party circuit, but wanted no strings attached to her gratification, and many of the Doms she met were not her intellectual equal.

  “I have someone I want you to meet at your session this Thursday,” Felicia cooed to her over the phone. “I’ve been training her and she’s quite special—I feel confident you’ll enjoy her. Of course, I’ll supervise your session to make sure, but you’re going to be pleasantly surprised.”

  To prepare for Claire’s first client, Felicia had her seamstress come in and measure her for several sexy Domme outfits, the three of them going over fabrics and styles before deciding on two jumpsuits and a bustier under a tux jacket. Felicia sent her to her makeup artist and the results were nothing less than ravishing. Felicia’s hairdresser suggested a short, punk style, and lightening her hair to platinum, which she did—and the transformation was complete. Claire was no longer a bland-looking shoe store salesgirl, but a glamorous Domme, complete with her own version of Felicia’s swagger and bravado.

  From the glowing praise that Felicia had heaped on her young protégé, Elizabeth was quite excited to meet Claire.

  To start her session, Elizabeth liked some combination of being blindfolded, gagged, strapped face down and naked on a padded spanking bench with her ass raised, and paddled, then tickled with feathers or massaged, stroked or vibrated, sometimes followed by hard caning, enough to raise substantial welts. During the week, when she ran her fingers over the welts as they gradually faded, she liked to re-experience the thrill of being dominated.

  Claire sat and watched Elizabeth as she slowly undressed in front of her. Then Claire placed a ball gag in her mouth, positioned her on the spanking bench, and tightened the straps around her thighs and calves. She adjusted the kneepads so that her legs were spread wide, allowing Claire access. Her arms were stretched out over her head and strapped down securely.

  “You are not to say a word, understood?” Claire said sternly. “And you are NOT to cum, unless I give you permission.”

  Elizabeth nodded. Claire trailed her hand lightly over her back; Elizabeth trembled slightly under her fingertips, whether from excitement or trepidation, Claire didn’t know. She walked around the bench, allowing Elizabeth’s anticipation of the first blow to heighten. Claire drew out the moment by teasing her private parts with her hand, then landed a hard smack with the paddle on Elizabeth’s left ass cheek, followed by one immediately on her right. Elizabeth tensed and gasped, then gradually her breathing lengthened and she began to relax.

  Claire rained down several more increasingly hard blows on her buttocks and thighs, before grabbing her skin and massaging it roughly. Elizabeth moaned and lifted her hips to Claire’s hand, breathing hard. Claire retreated to the far side of the room where Felicia was relaxing, watching her protégé in action. After about a minute, she returned to the naked woman and gave her a couple more hard paddles, then roughly grabbed her pubic hair and pulled on her pussy lips. She wormed her thumb up into Elizabeth’s pussy, wiggling it around and working Elizabeth’s clit with her fingers. Elizabeth was moaned heavily and squirmed with pleasure.

  Then Claire brought out a powerful vibrator, and began running it up and down Elizabeth’s body, concentrating on her ass and thighs. As she brought it closer and closer to her pussy, Elizabeth started making little noises, and Claire reminded her, “Be silent. And do NOT cum.”

  She buzzed the vibrator lightly, then more insistently, on her clit, pressing and releasing to increase the tension buildup. She worked Elizabeth for a few minutes like this, then turned off the vibrator.

  “You didn’t think I would let you cum now, did you?” Claire said, laughing. She removed the ball gag from Elizabeth’s mouth, and released the restraints. She bent down and whispered in her ear, “You were a good girl. Now relax a bit.”

  Claire helped her up, led her over to a larger, thickly padded massage table, and had her lay down, then pressed a button on the wall, and a masseuse came in to scrub her down with a rough, dry brush, stimulating her skin all over, making it glow warm and pi
nk with increased circulation.

  When the masseuse finished, Claire turned her onto her back, slid Elizabeth down to the end of the table, lifted and spread her legs, holding them fast with straps. Again her arms were restrained above her head, and Claire took the opportunity to use the vibrator to stimulate her some more, until she was squirming and moaning with desire.

  “I think it’s time for my cameo, Mr. DeMille,” said Felicia, emerging from the shadows wearing nothing but a bustier and an eight-inch black strapon dildo. Both of them could see that Elizabeth was more than ready for a good fucking, so placing the big head of the dildo against her hole, Felicia pushed it in, using her thumb on Elizabeth’s clit, circling and strumming it. She started slowly stroking Elizabeth in and out with the big cock.

  “You want to cum so badly right now, don’t you?” Felicia teased her. “But you won’t. Not until I say you can.”

  As Felicia picked up the tempo, Elizabeth whined and thrashed, bucking her hips up into the large dick. Claire came around the top of the table and massaged her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. Elizabeth groaned in ecstasy, as Felicia pumped the big dildo into her pussy, faster, then slower, then fast again, bringing her to a peak of desire.

  Elizabeth was out of her head with lust, writhing and gasping under the skilled hands of her two Dommes. Felicia purred as she thrust over and over, “Let me hear what you want, bitch. What do you want to do? Let me hear it…”

  Elizabeth moaned out, “Please, I want to cum now. Please let me cum…I want to cum…ohhhh, ohhh, I want it so bad…”

  “Then cum for me now, Elizabeth, cum hard, like a good girl. Let me see you cum now!”

  And finally, Elizabeth let herself slip over the edge into orgasmic ecstasy, humping her hips into Felicia’s strapon, spreading her legs as wide as she could, arching her back, and pressing her tits into Claire’s hands.