Submission in Seattle (12 page)

That night, they
held each other a little longer than usual before drifting off to sleep.

The rainy winter
weather prevented them from sharing an activity that they both loved, hiking. 
The best they could do were some long walks on urban trails within the city. 
They made plans to go on longer hikes in the Cascades when summer arrived. 

The weekend play
sessions mellowed somewhat.  They were getting to know each other’s responses
and knew how to turn each other on with an easy comfort.  If they had been out
late, they would typically come home to snuggle in the big bed and enjoy nice
warm lovemaking.  Not that they were vanilla or anything!  Cole still loved
slapping her tits and ass before he held her down for a nice slow ravishing. 
Monica still liked to have him get rough and dominant before she was ready for
penetration.

As they had agreed
earlier, they spent several Friday evenings watching foreign films and arty
films by American directors.  Monica watched the entertainment media carefully
to see when the most promising films would be released.  Her knowledge of
non-mainstream films was astonishing.  She managed to enjoy films that put Cole
to sleep.  Sometimes only the good photography kept him awake.  He could
appreciate good cinematography, even if the plot was incomprehensible.  None of
it really mattered, since he was with Monica and he was in love.

The other part of
their early agreement was that he would teach her to shoot.  Specifically,
handguns.  This was not quite as easy as going to the movies.  Monica had
absorbed a fear of guns from the general culture that she was immersed in
during her school years as well as the sophisticated urban environment that she
entered after graduating from college.  Fortunately, she had read some feminist
literature that urged women to buy guns and learn to use them skillfully for
their own empowerment. 

Another thing that
encouraged her was the fact that guns were everywhere when she was growing up
in Idaho and she associated them with masculinity.  Seeing Cole handling a
firearm like he respected it and knew how to use it, made her wet and subby.

On a cold and
misty Saturday morning at the outdoor pistol range, he taught her to use a .38
caliber revolver.  She turned out to be pretty good at it, although there was
still a voice inside her head that made her feel guilty for learning.  Cole was
a good shot with the .38, but he preferred a .45 semi-automatic.  She was
stunned to see him produce a flurry of rather large holes in the small vital
areas of the cardboard silhouette targets.

After the lesson,
when they were sitting in a warm restaurant, he explained that he often carried
a pistol when he went into areas that he considered risky.  

“I’ve had a permit
for years.  It’s nothing unusual these days,” he said.  “Any adult citizen can
get a concealed weapon permit if they’re willing to go through the process.  I
had to have my fingerprints taken and wait for a background check, of course. 
They look for any history of mental illness or criminal activity.  It takes a
couple of months.”

Monica seemed a
bit surprised.  “I didn’t know it worked that way.  I thought you had to be
someone special, like a politician or something.”

“When I lived in
L.A., only the politicians, celebrities and rich people were given permits.  I
like this system much better,” he said.

Leaving the
restaurant, they returned to the house for an afternoon of unusually intense
lovemaking.

One weekend, they
agreed to schedule a serious play session in the dungeon.  Monica prepared
herself by shaving every hair from her svelte body below the neck.  Cole
prepared by putting up the leather sling in one corner of the dungeon.  The
sling was suspended from the ceiling at waist height and was designed to allow
someone to lie face up on it with their weight comfortably supported.  Except
for their arms and legs, that is.  The limbs were typically raised and spread,
then fastened with leather cuffs to the four chains that suspended the sling.

In the bedroom, he
slowly undressed her and kissed every square inch of her smooth skin.  He put
the comfortable leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.  After a period of
rough kissing and fondling, he led her down the stairs to the dungeon and
helped her onto the sling.  When he raised her legs to fasten them to the
support chains, she was quite surprised to see how her ass and cunt were
hanging just off the edge of the leather platform.  She had never quite felt
such a feeling of exposure and vulnerability.  Her wrists were soon attached
above her head.

He knelt down
between her spread and upraised legs and began to lightly kiss the area around
her clitoris.  Then, he started pushing gently on the sling to make it swing
backwards and forward just a few inches.  He placed his lips in position at the
farthest point of travel and waited for her moistening cunt to come to him for
more little kisses and nibbles.

Reaching for a
soft blindfold with an elastic band, he kissed her mouth softly for a few
moments before placing it around her head, cutting off her vision.   She
detected a slight hint of her own natural scent on his lips.  She could not see
him look at his watch.

“Do you trust me,
little subby girl?”

“You know I do
darling... I mean Master.” she said in a dreamy voice.

“That’s good,
Little One, because we’re going to move a step forward tonight.  You must trust
me now.  There’s nothing to worry about.  I have good reason to think that
you’re going to enjoy this and I know that I will.  I expect you to remain calm
and accept whatever happens. Will you do that for me?”

“I’m fine Master,
go ahead.  You know I love surprises.”

“I think I have a
good one for you this time.  I’m going to go upstairs for just a minute to get
your surprise.  Don’t run away.”

He quickly went
upstairs and found his old friend Nikki, AKA: Mistress Valeria, waiting outside
in her car.  Seeing him wave from the front door, she hurried in and gave him a
big hug.  Following their plan, they went quietly downstairs to where Monica
was waiting in the sling with her legs held apart and her cunt wide open for
all to see.

Blindfolded,
Monica had no way of knowing who had entered the room with her master.  She
tensed briefly, until she smelled a woman’s perfume.  Then she heard a sexy
female voice that was both seductive and dominant.

“Hell-o, aren’t
you the sexy little slut.  Do you always hang around with your cunt available
to everyone?   Call me Mistress Valeria, accent on the second syllable.  Your
master has given you to me for the next hour or so.”

“Mistress
Valeria!  I’ve heard my master speak of you. Your perfume is very unusual. 
What is it?”

“Patchouli and
Poison.  Be quiet now, I want to put you through some tests.  If you speak
without being told to do so, you’ll be punished.”

Still blindfolded,
Monica drifted into a relaxed state that she knew would help her endure any
kind of SM play that the good Mistress Valeria might wish to inflict upon her. 
She trusted her master to have things under control and in fact she could hear
him moving nearby.

Mistress Valeria
placed her small toy bag on the table next to the various instruments of pain
and pleasure that were already present.  She quickly surveyed the tools that
were available to torment the beautiful slave Monica and from the depths of her
bag selected a Wartenburg Pinwheel.  Attached to a six inch stainless steel
handle, the wheel was about an inch in diameter and had sharp spikes along its
rim.  It was originally designed to help Neurologists locate areas of skin that
were numb due to nerve damage.  It was also a favorite toy of the SM crowd.

Valeria approached
Monica’s well displayed, defenseless form and stood beside her.  “I want you to
hold completely still, you little hussy.  This test will continue until I’m
satisfied that you are submitting to
my
wishes.  You are not allowed to
speak. You are not allowed to come.”

She placed the
small spiked wheel gently against the inside of Monica’s right wrist and
gradually moved it down the arm, passing the inside of the elbow and making a
strong impression on the sensitive, perfectly shaved armpit.  Monica moaned
involuntarily and her muscles quivered with her effort to hold still.  There
were faint marks where the spikes had pressed into her skin.

She heard her
master speak now.  “I love it when she tries to hold still.”  From the tone of
his voice, she could tell that he was very much into his dominant role now.

“She’s a beauty,
Master Cole,” she heard her sexy smelling tormentor say.

The intense
sensation of the wheel gradually moved up and down her body from wrist to ankle
and side to side.  Only her head, nipples and genitals were spared.  Her
captive position on the sling made it impossible for her to hide any part of
her body from the demanding woman who was completely in charge.  All she could
do was twitch and moan.  The suspended position was quite comfortable and the
sexy torture seemed to go on forever.  She felt herself slipping away from
reality and into a state of erotic torpor.

After a long time,
Valeria noticed that Monica’s cunt was getting nicely lubricated.  “You’re wet,
wench.”   The comment woke Monica from her trance and generated a rush of
embarrassment that caused her to blush in some very unladylike places.  Her
entire body seemed like it had been sensitized by the wheel and she realized
with some alarm that the feeling of anything touching her skin would now be
amplified.

“She does respond
nicely”, Valeria said, looking over at Cole who simply grinned.

Setting the spiked
wheel aside, Valeria put on a pair of latex gloves and turned her attention to
Monica’s naked cunt.  Spreading the already open outer lips, she gathered some
of the slippery fluid and carefully spread it to all the sensitive areas.  Then
she began a long massage of Monica’s inner and outer labia, carefully avoiding
the clitoris.

Monica’s little
moans soon turned to grunts and pelvic thrusts.  “Hold still, you nasty little
slut.  I’ll tell you when you can come.”  Monica obeyed the order as long as
she could, then the stimulation was too much for her and she started wriggling
frantically to bring her clit into contact with the teasing hands.

“Aren’t we the
little wiggle worm.  You’ll get six cane strokes on your pretty ass for
disobedience.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Monica was more
distressed by the fact that the astoundingly talented hands were removed from
her cunt.  However the burning lines that appeared one at a time on her
unprotected and lewdly stretched buttocks quickly made her want to obey.

“Let’s try this
again.  Hold still this time!”

The hands returned
to her slippery cunt lips, sliding up and down, pinching and stretching. 
Monica was nearly catatonic from the long period of unrelieved sexual
stimulation.

After a terribly
long time she heard, “I think I’ve had enough of that little amusement and I
doubt if you can take much more.  Have you been depriving her of sex, Master
Cole?” 

Valeria moved
forward and carefully removed the blindfold, leaving Monica blinking in the
soft light of the dungeon.  She looked up to see who had taken such complete
control of her and saw a handsome woman with long, raven black hair and a
skimpy leather outfit that displayed an alluring figure.

“Hello, Mistress
Valeria,” she said softly.  “Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I’m
not done with you yet.  Just relax for a minute while I put on a condom.  Have
you ever been fucked by a woman?”

“I don’t think
so,” she said uncertainly, not quite understanding the meaning.  Was Valeria a
man?  It didn’t seem possible.

“Well, you’re
about to be fucked.  Now, where did I leave my cock?” she said absent mindedly
as she turned to the toy table.

Monica watched in
fascination as Mistress Valeria removed her leather outfit revealing a
perfectly normal female body.  No penis visible anywhere.  Her pubic hair was
nicely shaved too, Monica noticed.