Secret Submission (29 page)

“Of course, Lady
Aleshia
. Have your slave follow me.”

“Slave—Master Phillip has many toys from which to choose. Go with him now and return with the flogger you think best to use on this needy slave.”

Although the two of them sat on either side of the table, with the woman stretched between them, they chose now to ignore her while they waited. They discussed small things and Sarah wanted to scream in frustration. How could they do that to her? Take that woman so far and then just leave her there as if she were…as if she were…her mind completed the sentence:
 
as if she were a toy for their pleasure. As if her body were just a plaything. Would she never learn?

Phillip led the way back into the room and Anton held a rather long flogger in his hand. It was one her own master had yet to use on her—the tails were thin and Phillip had told her it could pack quite a sting.

Master William’s eyes glinted wickedly when he saw Anton’s choice. Moving back, he leaned up against the couch and out of the way. Lady
Aleshia
joined him and the two watched Anton go to work.

First the slave just walked around the bound woman, letting the tails of the flogger run over her body. No one had as yet touched her between her legs, but now as he pulled the flogger up through her pussy lips, the ends glimmered with her juices. Sarah was mesmerized by the path of liquid left as the flogger trailed its cargo up the woman’s body.

With a snap that made Sarah jump and the slave woman cry out, Anton flicked the flogger to land its first blow on her breasts. Then dragging the tails for a bit, he flicked it again and landed its snap in the center of Jill’s sensitive nipples. She arched her back, her breasts reddening under the flogger’s stings.

And now he started a rhythm, over and over, landing the flogger on her breasts, on her stomach, her thighs—everywhere but her pussy. Unceasingly he raised and lowered the instrument of her torture until her entire body was pink. Tears flowed from Jill’s eyes at the sweet torment and she moaned over and over.

Anton stopped and looked to Master William, who held up his hand. Anton’s arm rested at his side and Phillip stepped forward now, holding a glass of ice. Kneeling beside the sniffling woman, he took an ice cube and ran it around her lips. Jill’s tongue flicked out, licking the water and Phillip let her suck on the cube a moment while he held it.

Satisfied that her mouth was no longer dry, he removed the cube, trailing it down along her chin to her neck, letting it rest a moment in the hollow of her throat before continuing to trail it to her sore breasts. Around and around he moved the ice cube, making a figure eight between her breasts as the ice brought relief, and pain of a different sort.

The ice cube all but gone, he left the small piece that remained in the dip created by Jill’s navel. Standing, he gave a small bow to Master William who motioned to Anton to continue.

Sarah knew what was coming, she was prepared for it. And yet the sudden cry from the slave and the way she arched her back took Sarah by surprise. Anton’s gentle blow had fallen directly on the slave’s pussy and obviously sent a wave of pleasure coursing through the woman’s body.

Again he let the flogger fall, and Phillip could see Sarah’s pussy lips, engorged with desire, rise to meet the blow. And when the slave on the table squirmed, Sarah unconsciously repeated the motion.

“Oh, please, Master,” Jill whimpered. “Please let me come.” And Sarah pleaded for the same release with her eyes.

Master William signaled to Anton for one more blow—one harder than he had yet given that delicate part of the body. He landed it and Jill screamed.

“Now, slave, take her.”

Anton looked to his Mistress for permission and received it. Kneeling between Jill’s legs, he poised his cock before her opening. Sarah hadn’t realized how hard the beating had made him, but his thick cock was certainly ready. She could almost see it pulsating in the candlelight. Steadying himself by holding the hips of his fellow slave, he drove into her in one mighty thrust.

Sarah’s moan into her gag echoed that of Jill’s. Oh, how she wanted to be the one on that table! Over and over, her hips moved in time with Anton’s thrusts as he repeatedly took Jill’s helpless body. And when Jill cried out in her orgasm, Sarah moaned with her, her own body crying out its need.

Anton came soon after, tearing his cock from her pussy, letting his warm liquid spread itself on Jill’s stomach. The two of them grinned at one another as the afterglow settled down on them.

Phillip helped Master William to remove Jill’s bindings while Lady
Aleshia
got a warm cloth and cleaned both her own slave, and Jill. Anton gave Jill a hand off the table and the two slaves went to kneel before their respective Master and Mistress.

“You have done well, my little slave,” Sarah heard Master William tell Jill. “You shall serve me later when we go home. For now, I heard there was cheesecake!”

The sexual tension in the room vanished as they all laughed and turned to Phillip, who smiled and came over to the cage. For the first time since he put her in there, he addressed her.

“Ready to come out of there, slave?”

She nodded, her mind still whirling with the incredible scene she had just witnessed. Her own juices flowed freely, sticking to the sides of her thighs.

Jill approached with the towel once more and again dried Sarah’s chin and breasts. Sarah knew she should be embarrassed to have the other woman touch her there, but after what she had just seen, she had little room left for embarrassment.

Lady
Aleshia
now approached and, reaching around behind Sarah’s head, unlocked and removed the bit. Jill offered her a drink of water, and Sarah accepted it eagerly.

The two women moved away and Master William circled around to unlock an ankle. Sarah was acutely aware that from such a kneeling position, he had a clear view of her over-excited pussy. A tug at her other ankle drove the thought from her mind as she looked down to see Anton smiling up from her other side.

She flexed each ankle as Master William moved behind her to release her wrists from the cage, then released them from each other. For the first time since they had arrived, she had complete freedom of movement. Well, almost complete, she was still in the cage.

Then Phillip was before her, the others off to the side, watching. Sarah swallowed hard as she suddenly realized she was once again the center of attention. After what she had just witnessed, the cage was suddenly a safe place to be and she wasn’t sure she wanted to leave it.

Phillip saw the uncertainty in her eyes and took his time with the lock. She had done beautifully all night and his heart beat hard, knowing that he had fallen the rest of the way in love with her tonight. So helpless she had looked, so frightened—and yet, she let the wanton side of her be exposed as Anton took Jill before her eyes. He knew then that she was the one he had searched for.

Opening the door, he put his hand out, expecting her to put her hand in his. But instead, she lifted her leash and set it in his hand instead. Their eyes met, and he could not speak. Did she realize what she had just done?

She did. As he had fussed over the lock, giving her time, Sarah watched him, finally understanding what he wanted of her. She had seen it tonight in the way the other slaves served and with all her heart, she wanted to give her servitude to him. His hand came out to her in a gesture of peace and, without hesitation, she placed her leash, her symbol of subservience and slavery, into his palm.

Sarah stepped out of the cage, her eyes locked on Phillip’s as he gently held her leash in his hand. She felt so strong, so confident, so comfortable with him, her semi-nude state was no longer an issue. He motioned to the others and she turned to face them, unbound for the first time that evening.

“Sarah, I would like you to meet my friends.” He nodded and the Mistress stepped forward, a smile of welcome on her face. “Lady
Aleshia
,” announced Phillip as if Sarah was meeting her for the first time.

And in a sense she was, Sarah realized as the Mistress took her hands and kissed each cheek. She was not the same Sarah Jackson-Parker standing here now that she was when she walked out of the bedroom earlier tonight. There had definitely been a change inside her. She felt bigger, expanded—as if all the world could just barely contain her being.

As Master, it was Will’s turn next and he also took the new slave by the hands, squeezing them in welcome as he kissed her cheeks. Sarah’s eyes were radiant, newborn. He remembered the moment when he had seen the change occur for Jill. At that moment Jill had become the love of his life. Phillip had just found his.

Jill and Anton came forward together, putting their arms around her and giving her a huge hug. Laughter welled up inside her; her joy was too big to be contained. She had passed an important test tonight, and a major barrier had fallen. She could not help but laugh in the embrace of the other two as the three hugged each other, all of them wearing little or no clothing whatsoever.

Now Phillip turned to Sarah, his own joy spilling over into a grin that split across his face, deepening his dimples. “I love you, Sarah-my-slave.” His eyes grew more serious at his public admission. “I will love you forever.”

Her heart caught in her throat. Her tears of laughter threatened to spill as tears of pure joy. “I love you, Phillip-my-Master. I will love you forever.”

Their kiss was deep and passionate. The room faded and Sarah knew only the taste of Phillip’s lips, knew only the warmth of his arms as they encircled her. Sarah’s scent filled Phillip’s mind as his tongue eagerly entwined with hers and he forgot his guests as he reveled in the embrace of the woman he loved.

A cleared throat eventually brought the two of them back to a wider reality. Phillip’s voice was husky with emotion as his hand reached up to grasp Sarah’s leash where it connected to her collar. Possessively, he gripped it and growled at her, “My guests are hungry, slave. Feed them the cheesecake.”

She burst out laughing and the passion of the moment calmed to a general feeling of well-being. He led her into the kitchen with the others following in their own fashion. It was short, but careful work to cut the cheesecake and serve it. Phillip took quite a bit of ribbing from the others about the fact that he used tooth floss to cut it with. But he showed Sarah how easily the floss slid through the cake and made clean pieces with neat edges.

The pieces cut, she picked up two plates and took them to the table where the others already had pulled up chairs. Biting her lip, she wasn’t sure of the protocol for serving them. But Jill rescued her. “Mostly you serve Master William and Lady
Aleshia
first, because they’re above us. Sometimes you can serve the slave, who will then, in turn, serve his or her own master. But we’re an informal group—give those two pieces to the Master and Mistress.”

Sarah nodded her thanks and noted that Will’s face beamed with pride at Jill’s instructions. She felt an answering smile as she recognized the bond between them. It was the same bond she now felt between her and Phillip.

Going back out to get more plates, Sarah glanced at the clock, then stopped in astonishment. She had figured she had been in the cage about four hours—but by the clock, it had been a little over two. Her eyes squinted at the timepiece as if her stare could make it reflect her reality instead of everyone else’s. When Phillip handed her two more plates, she added a third, taking out his plate as well as the plates for the other two slaves before returning to the kitchen one last time for her own. Glaring at the traitor clock, she picked up her own piece of the dessert and took the last chair at the table. The conversation ebbed and flowed, much as it had with her own friends the night before.

But she had to stifle a giggle at the comparison. If those friends could see her now, sitting here, mostly nude, with a naked man and a naked woman also sitting at the table, conversing as if it were the most normal thing in the world…well, they just wouldn’t believe it. A brief image of Beth in Lady
Aleshia’s
chair with Paul taking Anton’s place flashed through her mind and again she dismissed it as being just too silly.

She ate her cheesecake in very small bites. Her jaw was quite sore from wearing the bit for such a long time and each mouthful reminded her of her position. She found it a soreness she wanted to savor.

The night grew late and at last it was time for the others to take their leave. Will and a now-dressed Anton helped Phillip to move the heavy cage back into the dungeon while Jill, Sarah, and Lady
Aleshia
moved the furniture back into place. Finished, the three of them surveyed the room and Sarah ventured a question.

“Is it permitted for me to ask questions of you?” she began tentatively.

Lady
Aleshia
looked puzzled. “Of course. I expect you have many questions.”

Sarah smiled shyly. “Too many to even put into words, I think. But only one for right now.”

The two women smiled at her and Sarah took courage. “What happened here tonight…does this happen every time you get together?”

Lady
Aleshia
laughed, a deep, rich laugh that did not mock, but rather, understood. “We usually plan something of the sort about once a month. Other times we do more mundane activities. Phillip has not joined us for about a month, since his attentions were elsewhere.”