The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (5 page)

‘I want to feel her tits.’

Miss Sarah nodded, and gestured to Jess to stand behind madam’s head, and physically put her breasts into her tethered palms.

The second her chest felt madams grasp clumsily manoeuvre over her sticky flesh, Jess felt her own control slipping. Not knowing what to do with her hands, and convinced she would not be allowed to touch herself where she needed attention most, Jess began to stroke the sweat-soaked hair from madam’s eyes. Surely she would say ‘Quit’ soon; surely she couldn’t take much more of this without coming?

Looking over her head, Jess saw Miss Sarah keeping the speculum steady and open, while the air danced around inside madam’s opening. Then bending forward, the mistress began to lap her tongue over the client’s distended clit.

The mild quaking that had come from madam’s body was immediately swapped for a violent shaking, and the speculum was hastily withdrawn, as Miss Sarah continued with her laps. Jess yelped as madam squeezed her tits roughly in response to her overwhelming orgasm.

As she came, madam let go of Jess, and her arms hung limp. It was as if every ounce of her energy had been spent, and all she could do was lie there, her legs still taped together, while her breathing slowly calmed.

Freeing one taped up leg at a time, Miss Sarah massaged the cramped muscles firmly to aid circulation as she eased them flat onto the bed. Instructing Jess to free the wrists, the clerk copied Miss Sarah’s actions, and manipulated their clients newly freed limbs with great care, until she was comfortably reclining, floppy but relaxed, on the couch.

‘We will leave you to recover yourself, madam. You are free to remain as long as required. Lee will bring you a drink very soon.’

‘Thank you, Miss Sarah.’ The businesswoman’s voice was hoarse, but her austere controlled manner was already beginning to return.

‘Come, Miss Sanders.’ Miss Sarah led the way to the door.

‘One moment,’ madam called. ‘The girl; I will have her here next time please.’

‘Certainly, madam.’

The door to Room 53 had hardly shut behind them when Miss Sarah rounded on Jess. ‘How dare you start pleasuring yourself in the presence of a guest.’

‘But I couldn’t help it, I was so ...’

‘So what? Don’t you think I feel the same? The trick is that you never
ever
show it unless that is what you are required to do at the time?’

‘I ...’

‘You were lucky this time; madam liked you, and miraculously wants you there next time. If it had been someone else you would now be punished.’

Jess didn’t know what to say in the face of Miss Sarah’s expected anger. Surely it wasn’t her fault that she was so stimulated. This was so new to her, after all. She hadn’t even asked for this. She was only the clerk!

Miss Sarah’s anger dipped into thoughtful silent seething, ‘What makes you so bloody special anyway? Why is Mrs Peters so interested in you? And now madam as well!’

Confused, Jess said, ‘Special, what do you mean?’

Miss Sarah’s words were almost spat out. ‘Well it’s about time I found out I think ... Helping you exercise is one thing, but now the time has come ... Follow me.’

Chapter Five

Jess stumbled as she was pushed around a hidden corner at the very end of the corridor and through one of the two doors she’d not noticed before. Putting out a hand to steady herself against the wall, she ducked as the canvas bag containing her clothes flew past her head.

The door slammed shut behind them and Miss Sarah wordlessly strode through her private quarters until she reached the bathroom.

Unsure whether to follow or re-dress Jess stood for a moment, nervously taking in her surroundings. It was more than a simple hotel room and she realised that Miss Sarah must live at Fables just as Mrs Peters did.

The sound of the shower blasting into life cut through Jess’s musings. Feeling cold, and more than a little uncomfortable, she decided to risk Miss Sarah’s anger and get dressed while she could.

Fumbling her clothes from the bag Jess found her hands unexpectedly shaky, as if everything that had happened to her and all that she’d witnessed over the past few days had hit her all at once. Hunting for her knickers, and then remembering that she hadn’t had them on, Jess couldn’t help but wonder what it was that Mrs Peters regarded as special about her, not to mention why it was suddenly making Miss Sarah jealous.

‘You had better not be dressing in there.’ Miss Sarah’s words were semi-drowned out by the pounding of the water, but the tone of her voice was unmistakable, ‘Come here.’

Jess dropped her clothes back to the floor and, aware of the penalties of disobeying, followed the sound of her mistress’s voice.

She was not in the shower, but waiting beside it, wasted water cascading into the empty tray, ‘Get in.’

Clammy after the sweltering suction of the nurse’s uniform, Jess did as she was told. The water was unbelievably hot, but as her flesh adjusted to its temperature and pressure Jess’s knotted muscles started to unwind.

‘Wash your hair.’ Miss Sarah passed Jess a bottle of shampoo. Standing back, her own uniform still in place, she watched every move the clerk made.

Wordlessly Jess circulated a handful of shampoo through her hair, the knots untangling beneath her fingers. When the soap was all washed away, Jess went to step out of the shower, but Miss Sarah signalled for her to stay exactly where she was.

Taking the still steaming shower attachment from its hook, Miss Sarah lowered the head towards Jess, focusing its fast flow onto her left breast. Automatically Jess’s hand went up to protect herself from the sharp sting of water, but Miss Sarah knocked it away.

‘Put your hands behind your back.’

Jess tried to comply, but the moment her hands came away, her nipple puckered in unexpected discomfort, and her palms came back to her chest.

‘So much for you being the ultimate submissive!’ Jess couldn’t decide if Miss Sarah was pleased or disappointed. ‘You can’t even stand still in a shower, and I’d thought that by now our exercise training would have installed some discipline and stamina in you. Seems I was wrong.’

Biting back a cry of distress, wondering what Miss Sarah had meant by her “ultimate submissive” comment. Jess forced herself to put her hands behind her back, an action which pushed her breasts further up and out, making them a clearer target for Miss Sarah’s water torture.

Keeping the shower head at an even distance from the clerk’s body, Miss Sarah switched the high-pressure jet to Jess’s right side, making her wince as the agreeable heat quickly changed, becoming first a sore, and then a smarting hurt.

Jess grasped her hands behind her back, her fingernails digging into her palms in her attempts not to push the shower away. Adjusting her footing against the tray Jess tried to deflect the relentless stream of water for a moment, but it was to no avail, for Miss Sarah simply moved the shower head with her.

Just as her right nipple began to burn, and her whimpers turned to cries, Miss Sarah changed position again, dropping the shower’s rose to just above Jess’s nub. ‘How sensitive is it down there?’ Miss Sarah moved the spray function lower, but avoiding the clerk’s clit, ‘I guess you’re still pretty turned on from Madam’s visit.’

Clamping her lips tighter, Jess said nothing.

‘Madam’s hands must have felt good against your tits.’ Miss Sarah stared directly into Jess’s eyes, mentally challenging her to look away, ‘She has such soft skin, doesn’t she?’

As Miss Sarah spoke she moved the shower heat closer, so the water beat harder against the small triangle of pubic hair. Jess could virtually feel Madams hands pinching her flesh.

‘I bet you wanted her to lick them, run her hot little tongue over your squeezed teats.’ Still keeping the shower head steady, Miss Sarah’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of control, ‘Or maybe you wanted her to take her mouth lower. Perhaps you pictured yourself sitting over her face, her teeth nibbling at your pussy, your juice dripping down her chin.’

Jess, who’d been far too engrossed in what was happening to have thought about that at the time, now had that gloriously sexy image firmly implanted in her head, just as Miss Sarah had intended.

Despite the practice she’d had during her exercise sessions Jess’s legs and arms were beginning to ache with the effort of staying still, and as her soaking hair dripped down her neck, goose pimples broke out on her shoulders. The contrast in temperatures between the top and lower parts of her body was only relieved by the rising steam. The combination of upper-body chill, the intense heat pounding just off her nub, and her desperation to come made Jess begin to quake.

‘Not yet, young lady.’ Miss Sarah lowered the shower to Jess’s feet. ‘You need to understand the reasons behind Madam’s desire before you are allowed to come ... if I allow you to come.’

Blinking her watering eyes Jess clenched her toes in the effort not to move away from the stinging spray.

‘Get out.’

The sudden cessation of the deluge was as big a shock to Jess as its initial presence. Picking up a large bath sheet, Miss Sarah knelt before Jess and began to dry her from the feet up. She moved slowly, making sure she both towelled and inflamed the girl’s sensitive skin at the same time.

Jess’s mind surged as she reviewed the reality of the situation. All that was happening was that she was being dried after an intensive shower, and yet every square centimetre of her was on fire. It was as if at any second her craving for a climax, for any sort of release at all, would overwhelm her. She gritted her teeth. She had to win this. She had to, even if she wasn’t sure why.

As Miss Sarah reached her knees, Jess couldn’t shake the picture of Madam licking her out, and privately cursed the mistress for adding to the cocktail of erotic scenarios that tussled in her head.

At last the towel was draped around her lower back, and Jess took a sharp intake of breath as she prepared for her pussy to be dried. An act she knew could be her undoing, her failure, but as the drips of water across her arse were soaked up, Miss Sarah dabbed the wet skin all around the mound, but left it untouched.

Much to Miss Sarah’s amusement, Jess groaned out loud. It was so predictable. She should have known what Miss Sarah had planned, and yet she’d hoped for some contact so badly.

Speeding up, Miss Sarah wiped Jess’s stomach, neck and shoulders, before dropping the bath sheet, leaving the clerk’s breasts and crotch damp and chilled. Standing back, crossing her arms over her uniform the mistress said, ‘I admit it. I’m impressed. I thought you’d have come by now.’

Jess wasn’t sure how to react. It had sounded like a compliment, but the look on Miss Sarah’s face told a different story. She was obviously more annoyed than ever at Jess’s unexpected levels of self-control.

‘You need to understand Madam’s fantasy.’ She grabbed Jess’s right wrist and pulled her into the tiny bedroom. Throwing her down onto the shiny chocolate coloured duvet, Miss Sarah wasted no time in positioning Jess as Madam had been. Her hands stretched across the bed above her head, her knees bent, her ankles pressed awkwardly against her thighs.

Jess braced herself for the addition of bindings, but Miss Sarah smiled sardonically at the clerk’s obvious expectation. ‘Oh no, Miss Sanders, we have to be stronger than our clients. We have to be ice. Not only must we
never
show weakness, or personal want, we must have the strength of mind not to be bound. Our willpower alone has to be enough to keep us in one position while our bodies receive what we so badly desire, or sometimes what we don’t desire but are instructed to receive.’

‘But I’m just the accommodation clerk!’ Jess’s voice both pleaded and sighed with defeat as the realisation hit her. How had she been so slow to see this? She wasn’t just the clerk any more, and now, as she lay huddled on the soft bed, her body un-tethered, and yet voluntarily remaining in the position Miss Sarah dictated, Jess knew she was in far too deep to ever walk out of this bizarre hotel.

She’d known it from the first day, she’d known it as she stared blankly at the job paper the night before, but this was the first time she’d admitted it to herself. Lee was right. She did need this. Jess experienced a strange mix of humiliation and defeat as the knowledge of the untold gratification to come begin to knot in her stomach.

Although she hadn’t voiced her thoughts, Miss Sarah’s self-satisfied grin told Jess she had sensed her air of capitulation. ‘You may make noise, but you may not talk. You will not come until permission is given. You will not move.’

Jess managed to resist the temptation to speak as her colleague produced a fresh speculum, and pulled on some latex gloves.

Now she knew why Miss Sarah had been so keen for her to witness the intrusion Madam had so willingly paid for. Having seen how stretched her channel was about to become, knowing how painful it would feel, how empty she would be, was a clever way of winning psychological points off Jess.

Although she stayed in position, Jess was unable to prevent her shoulders from quaking, as fear at what she was about to experience engulfed her.

Jess wished she couldn’t see the triumphant look on Miss Sarah’s face as she oozed lube between her fingers. ‘I suggest you relax Miss Sanders.’

Inhaling a steady low breath and closing her eyes against what was to come. She pictured Madam licking her out; focusing on how proud she would feel after this was over, when she had succeeded in taking all that Miss Sarah could throw at her.

The cold cream made Jess flinch as a medically scented finger probed around her pussy, easing itself up inside her. Instantly her body reacted to the longed for pressure of something filling her hole. A sharp slap from Miss Sarah across her tits made Jess determined to concentrate all the harder, as the digit glided in and out of her, making a far more protracted job of lubing her channel than Madam had endured.

Gritting her teeth, Jess let out a small moan of frustration as, just as she’d convinced her brain to not allow her to come, but to accept the tension rising within her, Miss Sarah withdrew her hand, and the abrupt emptiness was unbearable.

It was short-lived however, for within seconds the sterile metal tool was at the entrance of her vagina, and being pushed firmly inside. Gulping back the yell of ‘Fuck!’ that began to rise from her lips as she remembered Miss Sarah’s no talking rule, Jess stiffened her muscles as the cool metal slid inside her, widening her passage as it moved.

Keeping her arms still was a virtually impossible mission, as the instinct to knock Miss Sarah’s hands from her became intense. Jess clenched her palms together as she had seen Madam do, but was all too aware there would be no young assistant to come and distract her by putting their tits into her willing hands.

Miss Sarah gave the speculum a final push, and Jess squealed as the last stretch of the metal arms opened. Taking some deep breaths, Jess tried to distract herself from how open she was, but the air that ran around her insides only went to remind her how nothing would be entering her now; nothing would be filling her up.

Silently praying that Miss Sarah would begin to lick her clit as she had Madam, Jess wriggled against the bed, trying to unknot the muscles that were freezing her shoulders into a stiff mass.

With one hand holding the instrument in place, Miss Sarah rose from her crouched position at the end of the bed and stared dispassionately at Jess, a look which belied the tightness of her breasts beneath her costume. Reaching under her bed she produced two small silver objects that Jess took to be bulldog clips.

‘If you remember, Miss Sanders, I informed you that to truly succeed in our work we have to go further than our clients, experience more, and cope better.’

Eyes wide with horror, she watched as Miss Sarah leant forward, and with a preliminary pinch of her right nipple, snapped the clip over her teat. The clerk screamed as the foreign object bit into her flesh, her pink tip protruding from its top. Before Jess had time to adjust to the new pain, Miss Sarah repeated the process, and a second nipple clamp was digging its teeth cruelly into her.

Automatically, Jess went to raise her arms, to rid herself of the relentless sting, but Miss Sarah had been expecting the move, and spoke sharply, ‘If you move now, you will have failed.’

Instantly, Jess dropped her hands again, whimpering with the combined ache of staying in one position for so long, and the flushing of her abused tits.

Speaking with almost nauseating sweetness, Miss Sarah said, ‘I’m sure Mrs Peters will be pleased when she hears you can take the nipple clamps and the speculum at the same time.’

Jess squeezed her eyes closed. All she sensed was an intense hurt, a squealing throb in her muscles, and a yearning for an orgasm that somehow overrode all of that.

Saying nothing, Miss Sarah dropped from sight. Jess tensed further, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. The seconds ticked by, and no other part of her was touched. Her tits burnt, but she was surprised to find she was adjusting to the anguish. She only knew that Miss Sarah was still there by the relentless presence of the speculum being held in place.

Just as she’d begun to think nothing would happen, and despair gripped her, a slow tongue ran over her clit.