The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)

Chapter 10

[The birthday present]

It had only been two weeks since I left Villiers and escaped the direct control of my parents. And, maybe not all that surprisingly, I could still notice how their views and attitudes influenced my thinking. It would probably take a lot longer for me to become completely free of their grip on me.

It was easy to deal with the openly declared opinions of my father because I could tell from my own experiences how wrong they were. My mother's influence was more subtle. Her favourite statement was 'What will the people think?' That was her prime concern: not what she thought about something, but what 'the other people', this undefined anonymous mass of individuals, might think.

I had experienced the influence of this concern when I first talked to Roxy about anal sex and later, when Marie saw me naked, kneeling in an unmistakable position on Roxy's bed. Particularly with Marie, I had been terrified by the thought that she might think badly of me, that this young, innocent girl would despise me for being a slut. Well, I needn't have worried.

What was strange about this attitude was that I considered it all-important whether _ they _ regarded me a slut, not whether _ I _ did. Or, whether I thought being a slut was a bad thing. Because deep down inside, that's what I wanted: to be Ramon's slut.

I went through another attack of the 'what will the people think' syndrome when I prepared myself mentally to follow Roxy's suggestion and buy the present for Ramon in a sex shop.

There had been a brief period when Villiers had its own sex shop, but the 'right minded citizens' of Villiers soon put an end to this episode. The owner demonstrated a certain naivety when he decided to display his goods openly in the shop window. The good citizens promptly had a court order served on him, prohibiting him from displaying goods which could corrupt the children who passed the shop on their way to and from school.

But even after the shop windows had been completely covered with black paint, displaying only the words 'Sex Shop', the defenders of moral standards - my father amongst them - were not satisfied. They mounted a vigil outside the shop and took pictures of anybody entering or leaving. They did not specify what they would do with the pictures, but the implied threat of seeing their 'immoral act' exposed to the public kept most potential customers away. The shop had to close due to lack of business.

Of course, Paris was different. I had noticed a sex shop near the university but decided not to go there. I was afraid I might run into someone who worked or studied at the university and be embarrassed if I met them again later, after the lessons had started.

Instead, I took the _ metro _ to Pigalle, an area which showed a certain decline in standards but still had the reputation of being the centre for sex entertainment in Paris, particularly amongst foreign tourists. Shops and other establishments advertised their goods and services in several languages. There were women whose attire and behaviour identified them clearly as street walkers, looking for customers. Several men approached me and asked for my price even though I was conservatively dressed and hadn't done anything to attract their attention.

I passed a few shops but didn't enter any of them, either because they looked a little too sleazy or because there was nobody inside - I didn't want to be the only customer. Eventually, I had to tell myself to stop delaying things and I decided to enter the next shop I'd pass without making any further excuses.

The shop I ended up in was much larger than it looked from the outside. There were several aisles with shelves, where all kinds of magazines, books, videos and other items were displayed. It was almost like a small supermarket. Quite a few customers - as far as I could see, all men - were standing in the aisles examining the products on offer.

I didn't feel like mingling amongst those customers, looking for something I wasn't even sure what it looked like, and possibly receiving some explicit invitation from the male clientele.

"I wonder if you could help me."

The man behind the cash register had his head buried in the sports pages of the daily paper when I approached him. He didn't seem too pleased about the interruption. But when he saw me, his face lit up. 'They probably don't get many blushing teenagers in here', I thought to myself.

"I'm looking for an anal lubricant."

He looked like he was suppressing a grin. "Anal lubricant," he repeated, much louder than necessary. "Male or female?"

"Male or female what?"

"The anus, of course."

"Female." I could feel even more blood rush to my face. "Is there one you can recommend?"

"Well, I don't try all the products we sell here myself," he said with a grin, "but KY is the one we sell most of, so I assume it must be good. Small, medium, large or extra large?"

I thought of Ramon's cock. "Extra large."

"Nadine! Can you get an extra large jar of KY for the young lady here?" he shouted across the shop. By now everybody in the shop had stopped whatever they were doing and was looking in my direction.

A girl in her early twenties arrived with a large jar in her hand. She wore a simple dress made of a material which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I wondered if she had another job in the sex business.

"Is that the only size you have?" I asked when she handed me the jar.

"I thought you had asked for extra large, didn't you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood the question. I didn't know he had asked what size I wanted."

"What did you think I meant by 'small, medium, large, extra large'?" the man asked, clearly puzzled.

"Oh, I understand," Nadine interrupted with a big smile, "it's _ him _ who is extra large."

I was sure my face just got several shades darker. 'The colour of a freshly spanked bottom', as Roxy had called it. The thought made me smile.

"I'll take this one," I said to Nadine. "Can you gift-wrap it for me, please."

"I see, it's a present! Is that all he gets?"

"He also gets a chance to use it," I replied. I had reached the point where I couldn't possibly get any more embarrassed.

"Lucky fellow," she said, giving me the once-over. "I wish I could be there when he unwraps his present."

After I had paid for my purchase, Nadine opened the door for me and wished me good luck.

[Ramon's birthday]

When the alarm went off, I was on the large bed sucking Ramon's cock, to my left Pablo had his head buried between Mirabelle's thighs while on my right Sylvie was riding Rui's cock. I had had the foresight to set the alarm clock so that we wouldn't miss midnight, the start of a new year in Ramon's life. I, in particular, didn't want to miss the opportunity to give him my present.

The sudden noise caught everybody by surprise, but they soon realised what it was about. We all stopped what we were doing and joined in a heart-felt rendition of 'Happy birthday to you'. I'm sure this was the first time this song was sung to Ramon by five naked friends who just minutes ago had been engaged in serious lovemaking.

Readers may be wondering how we got from my purchase in the sex shop to the tableau on Ramon's bed. Let me fill in the gaps.

Apart from attending Roxy's lessons, having my bottom spanked and buying 'anal lubricant' in a sex shop, I had been busy sending e-mails to Sylvie and Mirabelle and having private conversations with Pablo and Rui.

Because of my sudden departure from Villiers when I moved into my room in Paris without much notice, there wasn't any chance to say farewell to Sylvie and Mirabelle and to follow up on my conversation with Sylvie. But I wasn't moving to the other side of the world; there was always a chance for the occasional visit once I had settled in, and there were the telephone and e-mail to stay in touch.

In one of my messages to Sylvie, I let it shine through that I knew from a reliable source that Rui's performance in bed was quite spectacular and definitely worth a trip to Paris. Mirabelle, on the other hand, revealed an interest in Pablo in one of her messages. She confessed that the reason she had acted like an oversexed nymph on our journey to Villiers was that she had been thoroughly aroused by Pablo. "The way he looked at me and talked to me made me want to take off all my clothes and throw myself at his feet," she said in her e-mail.

But she had just spent a large part of the weekend making love to one man. She couldn't possibly jump into bed with another one on the same day! She felt that even a sexually liberated woman like her had to exercise some moral restraint. Now she was wondering whether she should have followed her instinct. Little did she know that all three men, Ramon, Pablo and Rui, had fucked me repeatedly that day.

I had met both Pablo and Rui a few times since then and had steered the subject of conversation towards my two friends who had stopped by to get a lift to Villiers. Both Pablo and Rui had shown interest in the young women. They had expressed the wish to meet their respective partners again so they could pick up on their conversations.

The only thing which kept these four people from meeting the object of their desire was the distance and a lack of opportunity. I thought I owed it to them to do my part in helping to bring the two couples together. I didn't have any ambitions to create long lasting relationships; that was up to them to decide. I just wanted to create the opportunity for them to try.

And then there was Ramon's birthday coming up. I had asked him casually what he intended to do and how he would like to celebrate his birthday. He always answered that it wasn't really an important date for him. He considered the impending launch of his collection much more important, particularly because it was the result of his hard work and determination.

"There's no merit in getting older, it happens all by itself," he kept saying.

But finally I got him to agree to celebrate his birthday.

"Who are you going to invite?"

"Nobody." He still hadn't fully accepted the idea. "You, of course, but that goes without saying. Maybe Pablo and Rui."

"Are they going to bring their girlfriends?"

"They don't have anybody steady at the moment. And I doubt that their casual acquaintances will be interested in coming to a boring birthday party."

The thought of being on my own with Ramon, Pablo and Rui when I was going to present Ramon with his present made me think of making up for the missed opportunity of having three cocks inside me. I could let Ramon fuck my virgin ass while I took the other two in my pussy and mouth. But the birthday would also make an excellent opportunity to join up my friends with Ramon's friends.

"Would it be okay if I invite Sylvie and Mirabelle, so they don't feel left out?" I asked.

Ramon got suspicious. "Are you trying to be a matchmaker?"

"From what I can tell, they got along very well the one time they met. I thought they deserved another chance."

As soon as Ramon had agreed, I got into contact with Sylvie and Mirabelle and managed to persuade them to accept the invitation. They were a little reluctant at first. They probably figured that this meant staying in Paris overnight and didn't want to appear too easy. I informed them that, apart from the huge bed they had seen, there were two more bedrooms, one of which was set aside for visitors. But I also hinted that they would be able to retire to the guest bedroom whenever they wanted a little privacy.

I had been telling Sylvie and Mirabelle that their respective pretenders had shown a lot of interest in getting to know them better but that they were a little shy by nature and didn't quite know how to make their move. Sylvie had found it hard to believe that Rui was shy. She had almost melted under his look and his words and had been ready to jump into bed with him. The only thing that held her back that day was the fact that she was still recovering from a weekend of sex with Guy.

Likewise, I told Pablo and Rui that their prospective partners were willing but shy, so it would depend on them to make the decisive move.

I had prepared myself for the big event by wearing the butt plug Roxy had given me for almost 24 hours non-stop. I had never worn it for this long and it did get quite uncomfortable towards the end, but I considered it worth the pain. I only removed it when it was time to get myself ready for Ramon's party. I noticed that my hole was red, looking slightly irritated. But I was sure that this would soon disappear.

My preparations seemed to have had the desired effect. As soon as Sylvie and Mirabelle arrived they were caught in a tight embrace by their respective partners, treated to deep, passionate kisses which lasted for several minutes. When the two couples eventually settled down, they engaged in intimate caresses, apparently completely oblivious to what went on around them. It was only a question of time when the first couple would disappear into the guest bedroom.

Sylvie was the first to disappear and to treat us soon after to her version of the 'screaming orgasm' in three parts. When they returned, their clothing was reduced to one item each - it was still too early for complete nudity.

In the meantime Pablo had helped Mirabelle to shed a good part of her wardrobe and was sucking her voluptuous breasts, while I had removed Ramon's trousers and was riding his cock in a slow, sensual rhythm. Mirabelle and Pablo went to enjoy the privacy of the guest bedroom and soon Mirabelle let us all know how much she enjoyed what Pablo's cock was doing to her pussy. They returned from the bedroom without any clothes on.

Seeing how well my plan had worked out so far, I longed for some serious fucking by Ramon. We both undressed and moved to the altar. Ramon's cock and mouth worked wonders and I soon joined the chorus of women proclaiming the benefits of a good fuck. Ramon kept fucking me through my orgasm but my shouts must have stimulated the other two couples who joined us on the big bed.

It was wonderful to be part of this threesome of women who were urging on their studs to give it to them good and hard, to ram their cocks deeper and faster inside them. I wish I had a recording of the sounds we produced. It would be a powerful document of the joy of sex.

Sometime in the middle of all this uncontrolled lust, I realized that I was the link between the other five people present. I had made love to all of them. Mirabelle and Sylvie before I met Ramon, and Pablo and Rui as part of Ramon's plan.

Ramon had specifically told everybody that he didn't want any presents. In my case he had added, 'You are the best present I've received this year - I don't need anything else.'

So when I approached him just after midnight with my little parcel in hand he wasn't very pleased. "I told you I didn't want any present."

"Ssh, this isn't a present. Just something that lets you use what you've already got in a new way."

He didn't have a clue what I was talking about and started to unpack the parcel with a puzzled look on his face. When he realized what it was, he stopped unpacking and looked at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes darling, as sure as I've ever been."

He gave me a big hug.

"I'll be yours tonight or any time you want me."

Ramon tried to put the still half-wrapped packet on a shelf out of sight, but Mirabelle and Sylvia had observed the exchange and became curious about what my parcel contained. They picked up the half-unwrapped parcel to see what it was. For a moment I was undecided about what to do. Maybe they would recognize the brand name and know what it was for, or they'd read the description and manage to draw their own conclusion, or they didn't have a clue and would riddle me with their questions.

I didn't feel comfortable with either of these options, but didn't want to leave it to chance. I gave both of them a smack on their bare bottoms, took the jar out of their hands and said, "What kind of behaviour is this, spying on other people's shelves?"

"We were just curious what present you gave Ramon. What is it?"

"You're too young for this kind of thing. When you've grown up your mothers will tell you what it is and what it's for."

"Oh, I didn't know you had secrets," said Mirabelle.

"After all we've done for you," Sylvie added.

Ramon had observed our conversation. "You're really curious about this, aren't you?" he asked my two friends.

They nodded.

"Would you say your curiosity is stronger than your jealousy?"

They didn't understand. Ramon explained. "I won't tell you the answer. I won't explain; I'll demonstrate. But this demonstration would involve Pablo and Rui. It would involve them making love to another woman, to Jacqueline."

They both gasped in horror.

Ramon continued. "If that idea bothers you, either of you, just say it and we'll drop the subject. I'll understand. Most people couldn't bear the thought of their partner getting involved with someone else, even if it's only physical. However, if you are determined to find out, we'll demonstrate it for you."

I knew what Ramon was getting at. He wanted to let me experience three cocks at the same time while he fucked my ass for the first time. Right here in front of my friends! I was grateful for his intention but I felt uncomfortable about the situation.

Not only was I unsure how they would react to my taking Ramon's cock up my ass, I also expected them to be deeply shocked watching me having sex with three men at the same time. And on top of that, it would involve Rui and Pablo, with whom their relationship had only just started. I was trying to tell Ramon that there was no need for any other man, that he could fuck my ass now or any other time he liked. And if the chance to have three cocks inside me did not arise again, that wouldn't be a problem either.

"I think he's just called us provincial and narrow-minded," Sylvie said. "I'm not as possessive as you think. If Rui wants to play with Jacqueline, go right ahead. What do you say, Mirabelle."

Mirabelle was in a tight embrace with Pablo, his cock poking against her lower belly. "Alright," she said, "but only for a short while. I want him back in working order."

Ramon arranged two chairs near the bed so that my two friends could watch from a comfortable position. Rui and Pablo climbed on the bed. They gave me a choice whom I wanted to suck and whom I wanted to fuck me. I asked Rui to lie on his back and lowered myself onto his rock-hard cock. I could hear Sylvie gasp. Maybe she had thought that Ramon's explanation had been a bluff. Pablo positioned himself so that I could stuff his cock into my mouth.

Ramon got hold of the jar. He spread my bottom cheeks and applied the lubricant. As he pushed his finger inside me, I could hear the surprised voice of Sylvie. "Her ass! He's going to fuck her ass!"

That was all she said. Almost as if she was talking to herself.

Ramon's fingers in my rear passage felt wonderful. He was as gentle as Marie had been and made sure that I was well greased before he'd enter me. I speared myself deeper onto Rui's rod of steel and ran my tongue around Pablo's cock head. There were so many sensations, I didn't know which one to focus on.

Then Ramon started to push his cock inside me. My lessons with Roxy had prepared me for the sensation of having a hard object inserted into my rear. But this hard object was Ramon's cock! Nothing had prepared me for the feeling of fulfilment that I experienced as he pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. And, of course, there was another cock throbbing in my pussy and a third one in my mouth.

I contracted my pussy muscles so firmly around Rui's cock that I could hear him gasp. And I shoved Pedro's cock so deep into my throat that I almost gagged. Could this be called a Jacqueline sandwich or was Jacqueline kebab more appropriate? There isn't really a culinary term which can describe what I felt.

I ceased to exist; my body ceased to exist. It was simply the centre of a desire for more and more intense sexual pleasure. I wanted Ramon to hurt me, punish me, split me in two, as I sucked Pablo's cock and slammed Rui's hard rod into my pussy, in a frenzied desire to reach my orgasm. When I came, I didn't stop. I flooded Rui with my juices. His cock pounded the liquid into a foaming cream as he, too, came and added his semen to the mixture.

Pablo shot his hot cum into my mouth but Ramon kept pushing his cock in and out of my ass. His hands roamed over my upper body, sometimes holding on to my hips to thrust deeper inside me, sometimes moving up to caress my breasts, fondle my nipples.

The other two cocks had already wilted and I had licked Pablo's softening cock clean when Ramon filled my rear with spurt after spurt of his cum. I could feel his cock pulsate in my tight channel and came to a final peak before I passed out. This had been the most intense pleasure of my still young life, but I knew it was something that would be difficult to repeat or improve on.

Sylvie and Mirabelle watched the spectacle open-mouthed. Later they confirmed to me that they had never imagined that a woman could abandon herself so wantonly and single-mindedly to the pursuit of pleasure.

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Later that night, after the other two couples had retired to their individual bedrooms, Ramon made love to me on the altar, where we always spent our nights together. He caressed me with so much tenderness that I felt I wanted my body to melt into his. I wanted the two of us to become one person.

"I love you very much Jacqueline."

That well worn phrase both of us had been avoiding sounded natural, truthful and genuine. It seemed as if these words had never been spoken before by anybody else. "I love you too, and I want to belong to you forever."

I had never been happy with using the word 'love' for our relationship, mainly because I wasn't sure I really understood the concept of love. You were supposed to love your God, your country, your parents, children and other family members. In this context the word implied a sacrifice, giving something without expecting anything in return. But people could also love strawberries and cream or classical music, to use just two examples. In this case 'love' simply meant enjoyment. The fact that the word could be used to cover such a wide range of feelings and the fact that it was used indiscriminately made it almost meaningless to me.

If, on our first encounter, Ramon had said 'I love you', I might have just laughed at him. But he had said 'I want to make love to you' which is simply a euphemism for having sex. When I met Ramon, I considered what happened between us simply as a special form of physical attraction. My body and mind reacted very intensely to his touch, his voice, his presence. I would have called this desire, passion or lust.

He was able to make me react to his touch like I had never reacted before. And it was from my reactions, my responsiveness to his caresses that he derived so much pleasure to make him want to go on caressing me. Our passion for each other was feeding itself. I was willing to let him do with me whatever made him happy and accept any pain or discomfort knowing that my body was giving him pleasure. I felt that my body was his to use and abuse.

My 'anal training' had been in large part an expression of this desire. I wanted to train my body to accept his large cock in my rear. Of course, I did enjoy the training sessions with Roxy and Marie very much. I even had pleasant memories of the punishment I received afterwards from Michel. And I admit that the possibility of the foursome with Rui, Pablo and Ramon had always been in the back of my mind. I had to admit that I hadn't been thinking exclusively of Ramon's pleasure.

But I felt an urge to take my commitment to Ramon further. I wanted to belong to him. But whenever I talked to him in these terms, he shied away from the idea. He insisted that I was an independent woman and that I belonged to no-one but myself.

My desire remained, nonetheless. I wanted to be his slave, but in a more complete way than I had been Charlotte's slave. That episode had only been a game of make-believe. I had read that real masters used to mark their slaves to identify them as their property. Not only to tell others, but mainly to serve as a constant reminder for the slave herself that she was the property of her master.

I wanted Ramon to mark me, or agree to have me marked. I was thinking of a tattoo 'Property of Ramon' either across my breasts or on my lower abdomen, just above my pussy, but high enough so that it would be visible above a bikini bottom. The problem was that so far Ramon had not shown any interested in taking a dominant role. The only times he had given me any orders was when he told me to take off my panties, the day we met at '_ Le Club _', and after my first encounter with Pablo.

The gang bang when Ramon and his two friends had 'violated' me, could be taken as a sign that he accepted ownership of me and the right to share me with his friends if he wanted to do so. But I saw it more as his way of helping me to realize a fantasy I had told him about.

I wanted Ramon to punish me like Michel punished Roxy, with or without reason. Given the will, it wouldn't be too difficult to find offences I had committed which could displease him. Consulting Roxy on anal sex, my orgies with Roxy and Marie, even pulling strings to get Sylvie and Mirabelle together with Rui and Pablo could all be legitimate reasons for punishing me. Maybe this would be a first step.

If Ramon accepted that he had the right to punish me, then he would also accept that he had the power to decide what behaviour was right and wrong for me. He could lay down the rules and enforce them, punishing me whenever I stepped out of line. But for the time being I just had to be content with being able to offer him my rear for his pleasure.