Submission in Seattle (13 page)

Valeria reached
into her black toy bag and pulled out a large strap-on dildo that was a perfect
replica of an erect penis.  Even the texture and flexibility of the pink
plastic was correct.  Using the leather straps, she fastened it around her body
so that the artificial cock was positioned perfectly.  Then she ripped open a
small foil packet and quickly rolled a condom down the shaft.  What Monica
could not see was that there was a small extension on the rear of the dildo
which would provide Valeria with intense clitoral stimulation.

Lying helplessly
in the sling, Monica was feeling very submissive as she anticipated the feeling
of the plastic cock fucking her overheated sex.  Having a beautiful woman take
charge of her was very stimulating, but she felt like she was really doing it
for her beloved master.  She looked over at Cole and wondered if he was proud
of her for demonstrating her obedience.

Monica looked at
Mistress Valeria approaching between her spread and upraised legs.  Even
without her exotic leather outfit, the woman was still very sexy.  She admired
the long black hair and pretty breasts. 

Valeria used her
hands to move the latex clad cock up and down Monica’s swollen, red labia. 
When she felt that Monica was about ready to burst, she slid the cock carefully
into the well lubricated passage.  Gently stroking in and out, Valeria was being
stimulated herself, by the action of the dildo against her own center.  Her
helpless victim, however, was still deprived of clitoral stimulation.  “I’m
glad I didn’t use any lube,” she said in Cole’s direction, “your little slut is
really wet.  She’s quite a treasure, you know.”

“I know she is,”
Cole said as he moved closer to stand near Monica.  He reached out to touch her
breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples in the way that he knew she liked. 
“I’m very proud of you, Little One.  Allowing your master to give your body to
another is an important step in your submission.”

Cole could sense
that Monica’s mind was far away in a pre-orgasmic fog.  Judging by the hardness
of Valeria’s nipples, she too would soon give in to the repetitive clitoral stimulation
that was provided by the ingenious dildo.  He moved behind Valeria and gently
reached around to cup her breasts, which he had always admired.  While Valeria
was working herself towards a climax by fucking his little slave girl, he
provided a bit of extra stimulation.  His goal was to make them both come at
the same time.  He remembered that she liked a slow pulling of her nipples and
he gradually worked them into stiff peaks of pleasure.  She responded by
pushing her chest out to encourage his efforts.  In a way, he was serving her,
but he was also controlling her.  A bit confusing, but lots of fun, he thought.

Valeria was the
first to come.  As she began to quiver and shake, Cole moved to Monica’s side
and reached down to stroke her neglected clit.  Within seconds. Monica was
wracked by her own massive convulsions of ecstasy.  They each let out a loud
scream of pleasure that seemed to encourage the other to greater heights.  He
absorbed the intense sexual energy from the two passionate women.  He could
feel it in his own body, but knew he’d have a chance to satisfy himself later. 
He hoped it would be soon.  Very soon.

When their energy
was spent, he helped his dominant friend to a pile of pillows on the floor and
covered her quickly with a blanket.  Then he moved to release Monica, who
seemed to be comatose.

Within a few
minutes, they both recovered and started chatting about their experience. 
Their conversation quickly turned to the fact that Cole hadn’t come yet and the
three of them tossed out ideas for providing him with satisfaction.  They
decided that Valeria, who Cole had started to call Nikki, would recline on a
soft pad with her knees spread wide so that Monica could be taught the art of
cunnilingus as practiced by the famous Mistress Valeria.  Cole would kneel
behind Monica and fuck her while she worked.

Monica learned
fast.  Whenever Nikki/Valeria felt that she was doing something incorrectly,
she would wave a hand in Cole’s direction and he would stop his doggy style
thrusting until Monica was doing it right.  This was great fun for a while,
until he said in a strangled voice, “Dammit Nikki, I can’t hold back any
longer!” 

She quickly
responded, “Fuck it man! Go ahead and come!  Shoot a big load into your pretty
little come receptacle.”

He certainly did. 
His vision blacked out from the intense pleasure of coming inside the tight
slippery tunnel that his lover offered him. Then he was the one who collapsed
on the floor while the women continued their lesson.  Shortly, when he appeared
to be asleep, they both looked at him, then smiled at each other knowingly.

Nikki, left an
hour later after lots of hugs and kisses all around.  Monica turned to him and
wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“She’s really
special.  Is she the one you had a relationship with?”

“Yes, that’s her. 
One of a kind.  Do you want to play with her again sometime?  I’d say she
enjoyed herself enough to be interested in a rematch.”

Monica hesitated,
“I’m not sure right now.  I just adore her as a person, but I don’t think that
submitting to a woman is what I need.  I was really doing it for you, you
know.”

“I thought so. 
Well, it’s not important.  Since we both like her, we’ll see more of her
socially, I’m sure.”

The level of trust
they had in each other set the tone for their relationship, which became warmer
and deeper as the months passed quickly.  Their sexual activities always
involved very hot, but loving, dominant/submissive play.  Monica derived a
great deal of satisfaction from simply serving him.  Sometimes it was in small
ways, like bringing him his coffee and sitting at his feet for a while.  At
other times, they would engage in semi-formal training where Cole would show
her how to dry him after he stepped out of the shower or how to pose herself in
the sexiest positions for his visual enjoyment.  Above all, they were deeply in
love.

It was not a
complete fantasy world, however.  They each had important responsibilities that
demanded a great deal of their time.  Their dominant/submissive relationship
fulfilled some basic inner needs, but it also provided a form of escape from
the daily stress of life in the business world.  Monica was becoming an expert
at changing roles when she left work.  It was becoming quite natural to be
forceful and assertive by day, submissive and loving by night.  She felt a
sense of balance in her life that had never existed before.

Cole became a bit
wrapped up in major contract negotiations involving a new method of programming
traffic computers to regulate the flow of traffic on city streets.  His fee
would be substantial if he could arrange the kind of terms that he was hoping
for.

When the contract
was signed he estimated that his planned retirement date had been moved up by
at least a year.  Monica had also finished a major marketing project and they
felt like they needed to take a little time off.  Sitting in the living room
with glasses of Johannesburg Riesling, they discussed travel possibilities that
could be arranged on short notice. 

Considering the limited
time that was available, they decided to vacation someplace within a day’s
drive. 

“Have you ever
been to Victoria?” he asked.  “It’s only about three hours away by ferry. 
We’ll need to check the ferry schedules.”

“I’ve heard a lot
about it, but haven’t been there myself,” Monica replied.  “In fact, I’ve never
been on any of the ferries.  I’d love to go there!”

The Canadian city
of Victoria was isolated from the mainland on Vancouver Island and was only
accessible by air or by ferry.  A fleet of passenger and auto ferries plied the
waters of Puget Sound to provide the vital transportation links.  They made
reservations for three nights at a quiet hotel in Downtown Victoria.

On Thursday, Cole
removed the center seat from the minivan to provide a large empty space inside
the vehicle.  In the wee hours of Friday morning, they loaded their bags and
drove north to Anacortes.

At 7:30 AM they
parked in the waiting line at the ferry terminal.  They watched from dockside
as the sturdy ship maneuvered for docking.  The huge hydraulic ramp was
deployed from the dock to match up with the great door in the stern.  The smell
of salt water and the cries of the seagulls blended with the manmade odors of
machinery and the sounds of automotive engines.  Monica counted seventy cars
and trucks racing up the ramp from the vehicle deck and stopping to wait again
at the U.S. customs terminal.

When they were
allowed to drive onto the ferry, Cole was pleased that the minivan had been
allocated a parking place in one of the darker corners of the vehicle deck. 
They would have over three hours to kill while the ferry made its way through
the narrow channels of the San Juan Islands before arriving at the Canadian
port of Sidney.

As soon as people
parked their cars, they all went upstairs to the passenger decks for coffee and
sightseeing.  Cole and Monica waited until the deck was deserted, then moved
into the rear of the minivan.  A pile of blankets and pads covered most of the
floor.  They undressed quickly, then got under a soft down comforter. The
rocking motion of the ship indicated that they were underway and Cole pulled a
set of their favorite leather wrist cuffs from under a nearby pillow.

He used the wrist
restraints and some spring clips to attach Monica’s hands to the base of the
bench seat at the rear of the minivan’s cargo compartment.  Protected by the
nearly black windows, he spent the next half hour seeing how close he could get
Monica to coming without actually letting her climax.  His favorite technique was
to simply lick her clitoris until she started to wiggle her hips.  Then he
would stop for a while and kiss his way up her perfect tummy to her
delightfully protruding nipples.  The throbbing of the ship’s engines easily
covered her happy noises.

When he felt like
he was nearing his own limit, he unfastened her restraints from the base of the
seat and they moved up onto the seat itself.  Cole sat down first, then ordered
Monica to service him orally.  Kneeling on the floor between his knees, she
demonstrated a natural, but not fully developed, talent for fellatio.  He had
to stop in just a few minutes, as he could feel his orgasm already starting to
develop.

“You’re getting
too good at that, my little slut girl.  Come up here with me now, I have plans
for you”

“Let’s hurry
Master, I need you inside me now!”

“Kneel on the seat
with one knee on either side of me.  That’s right.  Lower yourself onto my
cock... God that feels good!”

Feeling his
manhood engulfed in her soft warmth was an exquisite sensation.  Before he
could lose himself in this sensual bliss, he reminded her to clip her leather
wrist cuffs to the hooks that he had installed along the ceiling where normal
people would hang clothing.

This position
placed her delectable breasts right at Cole’s mouth level and provided Monica
with leverage to raise and lower herself on his ironhard phallus.  When she
rested all her weight on him, the seat cushions were compressed and the
throbbing vibration of the ferry was transmitted deep into her body.  She also
found that she could rub her overheated clit on Cole in a most satisfying way.

“Oh Master, that
feels so good!  I can feel the vibration way up inside me!”

“You may come
whenever you want, my dear.”  He took great delight in fondling and punishing
her breasts for as long as possible.  With her arms extended to the corners of
the minivan’s roof line, her breasts were displayed in just the manner he
liked.  He pinched the sensitive nipples and slapped her firm globes to watch
them jiggle.  

The moderate pain
in her mammary erogenous zones soon combined with the vibrations in her womanly
core to launch the first of several massive orgasms.  “I’m coming Master!” she
cried out.

Cole was thankful
that the sounds of her guttural screams and grunts were absorbed by the noisy
environment on the ferry.  He held out as long as he could, but when he
discovered that the springy seat cushion would allow him to thrust and withdraw
to suit his own inner rhythm, it was all over.  His uncontrollable muscular
exertions lifted and dropped Monica repeatedly, forcing her to climax again.

When they were
able to speak again, they laughed together at the steamed up windows, then
noticed that it was growing cold inside their private play chamber.  Cleaning
up and dressing in warm clothes, they left the minivan and went upstairs to
join the other passengers.

They huddled close
together at the rail as they watched the forested islands slip by, so close
they could almost reach out and touch them.  The clean, chill breeze soon drove
them back inside for coffee and a warmer observation point inside the main
cabin.  Several passengers remained at the rail to watch for killer whales. 
Shortly before noon, they arrived at Sidney, on Vancouver Island. 

Driving off the
ferry, they waited in line for the Canadian Customs agents to ask the usual
questions of all the drivers.   The cuffs and other toys were hidden from view,
since they had been warned by friends that kinky toys were sometimes
confiscated at the border.

Cole had been very
careful to leave his handgun at home.  The Canadian government didn’t even
trust its own citizens with guns and they were certain to come down hard on any
barbaric American who might dare to defy their laws.  He noted the familiar
sign he had seen before at the customs station which read “NO OFFENSIVE
WEAPONS”.  He had once asked a customs agent what might constitute a defensive
weapon, but the only answer he got was an hour long search of his vehicle. 
This time the only surprise was the fact that pepper spray was banned in Canada
and Monica was relieved when she remembered that she had left hers in another
purse.  Apparently self-defense was not supposed to be an option for Canadians.

They made the half
hour drive into Victoria and checked into their hotel around one in the
afternoon.  Although the English style shops and buildings were interesting,
the usual cloudy weather made Victoria somewhat dreary looking.  Monica
announced, “Aren’t the English supposed to be famous for their tea?  I could
sure use some right now.”

“Funny you should
mention that,” Cole said, “I was just going to suggest that we have high tea.”
Walking a few blocks to a busy, crowded tea shop, they ordered the shop’s
version of high tea, which included a large plate of tiny tuna and cucumber
sandwiches as well as various biscuits with jam.  The tea itself was served at
the perfect piping hot temperature and was brewed to the ideal intensity.

Feeling fortified
and wearing their favorite walking shoes, they set out on foot to explore downtown
Victoria.  Monica was thrilled at the English atmosphere as they passed
numerous shops selling souvenirs and imports from Mother England.  That
evening, they dined at a restaurant which replicated old English culture from
the Shakespearean era.  In the courtyard out front, there was a set of antique
wooden stocks that reminded them of their kinky friends back home. 

In their hotel
that evening, they realized that loud sexy noises would not be appropriate, so
they snuggled in the comfortable bed for a while, then happily engaged in
quietly dominant and silently submissive sex.  They fell asleep in each other’s
arms and didn’t awaken until late the next morning.

They spent
Saturday exploring the area by car, visiting a fort, a lighthouse and the famous
British Columbia Museum next to the Parliament Building.  Something about
Victoria was making them terrible horny, because they returned to their hotel
room and fucked like bunnies whenever they could. 

They returned home
on Monday, sore from too much sex.   In order to be ready for work on Tuesday,
Monica needed to return to her own apartment that night.  “I sure wish I could
stay here tonight, Howard,” she whined seductively.

“I wish you could
too.  We’re going to have to do something about that soon.”