Rachael - A Submissive Love Story

Rachel … A Submissive Love Story

By Lewis Chappelle

Chapter # 1

Her name is Rachel.  She is the assistant hospital administrator of the facility where I’m the in-house Psychiatrist. Rachel is young and really adorable with medium length brown hair parted on the right. She has a nice youthful body. I only work at the hospital on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s but I’ve had my eye on Rachel for the past six months which is how long she has worked there.

When we pass each other, she has always looked at me with a warm smile that seems to camouflage a deep hidden reservoir of passion which turns me on. Up until recently, our relationship has been what is expected of professionals; friendly but not flirtatious.

All that started to change when Rachel popped her head into my office one day when my secretary was out to lunch. She asked if I had a moment to chat with her about an important personal matter and of course I invited her in. She closed the door behind her.

I invited Rachel to sit across from me on one of the easy chairs I use in my normal therapy sessions. I noticed that she heaved a sigh while looking down at the oriental carpet I had placed there to give warmth to the stark run-of-the-mill hospital carpet.  With some encouragement, Rachel eventually started to talk freely.

She was feeling uneasy about her relationship with her boy friend who was reluctant to accommodate her needs in the bedroom. Not that he didn’t penetrate her but that he didn’t take the time to set the stage of love making in the way that Rachel wanted him to. In stark language, Rachel, finally told me that she wanted her boyfriend to dominate her in the bed room and he was, inexplicably,  loathe to do that. She asked me what she could do about that situation.

My secretary had returned and buzzed me to advise that my next appointment had arrived. I invited Rachel back to further the conversation later that day and she left my office through the rear door which led to a quite unused corridor.

She returned as I was finishing my dictation from my last patient.  All the support staff in the area had already left for the day. I planned to discuss the professional risks we were both taking as employees meeting like this, and behind closed doors to boot. Rachel said she would soon compose a ‘hold harmless’ agreement covering me and the hospital if I wanted it… which I did.

I also wanted to ascertain the level of Rachel’s submissiveness during the evening discussion. She was a bit shaky as to the level of her own submissiveness; she hadn’t thought about it in the terms I thought were important but she was nonetheless convinced that she needed a dominant man  for her to achieve a satisfactory sexual experience. She said she was authoritarian in a business setting but wanted to be totally submissive and treated roughly and objectified during sex play.

As her homework assignment, I told Rachel I wanted her to purchase new  shoes which would be at least 2 inches higher than the ones she was currently wearing. I wanted her to have a completely shaved cunt as well. Further, at the next session, after working hours again, she was not to wear under panties but only thigh high self hold hose and the new heels.  Rachel said she would feel comfortable doing that for me. She blushed when she said that; I was sure she knew where all this was going.

The following Tuesday, Rachel came to my office after her normal work time to see me as we had arranged. My secretary was leaving as she stood by the door chatting until the way was clear for her to come in.  She looked stunning. Her hair was smooth, her legs were shown to perfection in her new heels and she wore a ‘too short’. She stepped into the office and shut the door and locked it with the dead bolt.

“May I call you Master, Sir?” she asked looking quite shy.

“Yes, Rachel, for the purposes of our experiences here, that would be quite right,” I answered.

Rachel strode toward my desk with a sway to her hips I hadn’t noticed before. Perhaps it was the heels but she knew she was putting on a show for me. Her smile was mischievous.

“Do you like my new clothes, Master?”

“You, look incredible, my slutty slave girl,” I answered. “Have you shaved your cunt, slave? Did you come to me without panties tonight, Are you willing to be compliant and submissive to me, slave girl?”  I asked. 

“Yes, Master, I will obey you and will serve you as you wish… and here is the ‘hold harmless’ agreement I promised, all signed and legal, Sir,” she said.

“Walk back to the doorway, slave girl, I want to see you from a distance again.“ I said.

“Now, remove your blouse and skirt and let me see your body the way it should be seen. Put your arms behind your back.”

Rachel stood before me wearing just a quarter cup bra which held her tits perfectly with her hard nipples jutting toward me. Her legs were sheathed in the sheerest of nylons and her heels were as vampy as a girl could get in a business setting. Her newly shaved cunt looked almost virginal.

“Do you feel submissive now, slave girl,” I taunted.

“Yes, Master, I feel totally vulnerable and committed to obeying any order you give me. I’ve been anxious about this moment all day and now that it’s here I’m committed to go through with anything you order me to do.”

“Slave girl, I want you to crawl over to me, with your head down. When you see my shoes, you are t kiss them and keep your lips on them until I tell you to move again. Is that clear, slave?”

“Yes Master, I’m clear as to what you expect,” she said as she bent slowly to her knees and began to crawl toward me.

“Keep your lips on my shoes, and imagine how it will feel when you begin to service my cock with your mouth and throat, slave girl.”

I reached to grab Rachel’s lovely hair and twisted it in my hand. But, at the same time I held her head down so her lips stayed in place. I could feel her tremble with excitement.

I moved Rachel’s head and pushed it down to the carpet, then yanked her hair so  she was looking right at my swollen cock. I could feel the anxiety building in her body; she had not idea what to expect. 

“Do you want to worship my cock, slave girl,” I whispered to her.

“Yes, Master, I would be honored to service your cock with my mouth, sir,” she said in a voice barely above a sigh.

“That’s not what I asked you slave, do you want to worship my cock? Worship it with your entire body; with your entire soul?”

“Yes, Master, I can’t even think now, my head is staring at your cock, and I want you to use me to satisfy your cock in any way you wish dear Master,” she said in that very thin, soft and compliant voice of hers.

I pulled her lips to my shaft and touched it to her lips but wouldn’t let her take it in. “Slave, you just be patient. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you to use your mouth to worship my cock, but you must wait until I am ready for you, Do you understand, slave?”

“Oh, yes Master, I know that I am just putty in your hands Sir, and I deserved to be punished for being so forward just now, Sir.”

“Well, you start using your mouth right now and I’ll let you suck me dry. While you are busy pleasuring me, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to continue your submissive training,” I said in a menacing tone.

Actually, Rachel was a very proficient cock pleaser. Her technique was excellent and it wasn’t long before my cock was deep in her throat. She had mastered the technique of getting a cock past her gag reflex and she held me tight within her; it was a real turn-on. Several more deep thrusts and several minutes later I exploded in her.

While she pleasured me, I told her  I wanted to whip her but we couldn’t do anything that was louder that a muffled cum moan there in the office. However, I belonged to a special club where I wanted to meet her on Thursday evening.

She was to arrive at the club at 7 p. m. in the same short skirt and high heels, and introduce herself to the doorman as ‘slave Rae’ and say that she  was to meet ‘Master Psych.’ The attendant would give her directions from there. It would be our first real Master/slave engagement and it would give her some ideas as to how she might engage her boyfriend to her erotic needs.

The attendant at the door of the club was satisfied that Rachel was who she claimed to be and opened the door for her. He told her to go into the room to the left of the center hallway and there she would be met by another attendant.

The attendant who met her was a young girl  not yet 20 years of age. But, she was stunning. She was naked save for her 5 inch ankle strapped stiletto heels. The young girl was gracious to the new comer and Rachel had a hard time not staring at the girl who looked for all the world like a carved statue; alabaster skin, tall, lean, completely shaven, big breasted, and thin hipped.

Without fanfare the girl quietly told Rachel to take off all her clothes except for her heels and place them in one of the polished wooden lockers which lined the wall of the small room. Rachel was then told to remain silent with her head bowed and that she would be taken to me as I had arrived earlier and was waiting for her.

When I saw Rachel from across the room my cock stirred. Both girls were quite beautiful. The attendant told Rachel that she was expected to kneel at my feet when she got close to the table at which I was seated and she did so very gracefully. I told her that she made me proud but that the night was young and she would be introduced to many new things. The young attendant slipped away quietly and unnoticed by the other men at the table.

I announced to my mates that the new arrival at my feet was slave Rachel who I had invited to the club to experience the life of a slave and to learn what it meant to be a sex object. I told them that Rachel wanted more than anything to initiate her current lover to the fact that she was submissive and needed to be dominated by a strong, self willed, man.

To this point, her lover had, inexplicably, not been receptive to her less-than-subtle suggestions to that effect. I told the men that it was my plan to introduce Rachel to the full range of the clubs offerings and that soon I wanted to entertain her lover at the club along with Rachel herself as a way of getting him to see her in a new light.

At that same time, I caught a glimpse of the statuesque attendant coming from the rear of the room pushing a small cart, bound to which I recognized to be the clubs ‘delicacy’ of the night. This feature was a specialty of the club and I wanted Rachel to be witness to this attraction. I ordered her to stand erect at my side and observe what was happening very closely.

The ‘delicacy’ was a very well developed slave, bound to the cart on all fours. Her body gleamed, nude and well oiled. She was blindfolded and had apparently been subjected to a rather extensive warm up; her asshole was wide open and her cunt dripped with a combination of her own juices and a light, scented oil. Her mouth was open and her tongue was pointed outward. She clearly expected to be used in all of her orifices and was at a height on the cart at which a standing man could do just that. The attendant approached several tables and offered the girl to any who choose to indulge. Most at my table did just that.

I could feel the muscles in Rachel’s legs quiver as the carted girl was fucked and buggered to the delight of those in attendance. I dug my fingers in Rachel’s cunt from the rear and found that she herself was dripping with sexual excitement. Rather than indulge myself, I order Rachel to kneel again and pleasure me while the others had their way with the slave. She obeyed without hesitation. I knew then, she was  a submissive slave to the core and would be coveted by anyone who could appreciate her predilections and desires.

It wasn’t long before the club lights were dimmed and the head waiter announced that we were all going to be entertained by the “Battle Twins” and their female slave who had no name.

The spotlight streamed down on the small center stage and the well muscled and tall twins emerged into the circle of light bare to the waist wearing cowboy boots and jodhpurs with no crotch. The each were  holding chains clipped to the nipple rings of their slave in one hand and a whip in the other. 

While it took me a few moments, I finally realized that a few years ago this slave woman was a bi sexual, domme active at the club. The twins had apparently transformed her to their slave. She was still very tall, perhaps as tall as the twins themselves at over six feet. She was quite muscular but in a feminine way and built to last. But, she had been shorn of any hair at all, was well marked from whippings, and was as compliant and docile as any slave could ever be. Her arms were pulled back at the elbows with chains, Her feet were tethered by a short chain as well.  She wore heels that accentuated her long powerful legs and drew attention to her provocative ass. In net, she was a wonderful sight.

The twins stepped to each side of the girl and let the spot light shine directly on her. She kept her head bowed deferentially.  The microphone was lowered and Bobby Battle spoke.

“Ladies and gentleman; the meat you see before you has no name, she is only a piece of art for us and an object of sexual pleasure.  She is owned by us and is technically not a slave. She is an object to be owned by us and is technically not a slave to be mastered.

“She does what we tell her to do and is compliant to all of our sexual needs and personal preferences like a slave but she is really our property… we have property rights to her all nice a legal. She owns nothing and unless we are outside, she wears nothing except her heels. Tonight she is wearing 5 inch heels but she has been trained to wear seven inch ones as well.

“All of this body you see is untreated; no augmentation to these tits. What you see is all natural and what a gift. She is exercised strenuously every day. The workout room she uses is fully equipped and she has a personal trainer and nutritionist. These professionals are compensated for their efforts by their use of her.

“Although she is not immune to pain, she has been trained to accept sever punishment as we will demonstrate for you tonight. In fact, before we came out here, we gave this slave several pain enhancement pills so she will experience pain aplenty. Her least favorite punishment is when we use our array of electrical tens units.

“She is allowed no physical pleasures. She begs to be fed and to have toilet privileges.  She wears a butt plug at all time unless she is being buggered or has been allowed to shit. She then cleans the plug with her mouth. When at our mansion, her sleeping area is a cage.

“This object will not state any opinions, express any emotions or ask any questions. She is an accomplished cock sucker and can fully and deeply service any cock that she can take in her mouth.

“We have worked hard to train this bitch to our needs and distance her from her past erotic pleasures as a domme. To compensate us for our hard work and to subsidize her room and board, we rent her out from time-to-time. Our only stipulation is that the renter not break any of her bones or draw blood; a small price for such a sturdy and obedient object.”

Bart Battle took the chains they were holding and removed them from the girl’s  nipple rings.  He unlocked her arm and leg bonds as well. Then he slipped the nipple rings themselves from the her nipples. She must have had an inkling about what was about to take place because a slight glistening sweat appeared across her top lip. Then Bart, slid two fingers into her cunt. He moved his juicy fingers to her mouth and had her lick it clean.

Buddy spoke: “Slut, you know you are going to be punished right here on this stage with all of these nice people watching you. Don’t forget, you will not embarrass us by doing anything that we would not approve of. Understand?

“Yes, Master, I should be punished and I will take my punishment and take it well for you,” she said.

“Is there anyone in the audience who would like to whip this unworthy piece of property tonight?” Buddy continued.

I raised my hand immediately.

“Master Psych, our slave would be honored to accept a whipping from your hand, Sir.”

“And I would be delighted to whip her, believe me, Master Buddy, but I want my new slave girl here, Rachel, to administer the whipping to your slaves magnificent tits tonight. She has never wielded a whip to my knowledge and I think it would be bloody good sport if she learned something about that. Are you agreeable?” I asked. 

“That’s positively brilliant,” Buddy answered quickly. “I don’t think our girl has ever been whipped by another girl slave. Just brilliant!”

I led Rachel to the platform and Buddy gave her the whip he had brought with him. It was a broad tipped leather whip with a slender handle similar to those used by jockeys. Rachel took hold of it with obvious trepidation. I took it from her and showed her how to hold it and how to swing it. She practiced a few times but showed that she was anxious about what was about to occur.

“Look, slave, I will beat this girl’s tit and leave a welt. Then I’ll hit your tit and leave a welt so you’ll know what that feels like. Then you are to whip her tits and nipples, each twenty times. If you don’t do it correctly, I’ll finish the job and beat your tits too.”

I smashed  the girls right tit with the whip and she howled as the red welt emerged. I beat Rachel’s left tit and she nearly fell to the floor in pain. I told Rachel to stand straight and to get the job done and I ordered the girl with no name to grab her elbows with her hands behind her back and to thrust her tits forward for her whipping.

After eight strikes of the whip directly on the her tits, she whispered softly “Mistress, please whip my tits harder, if you please, Ma’am.” The look of surprise and amazement on Rachel’s face was priceless. And, the audience put their hands together enthusiastically.

Buddy at this point, reached into the girl’s cunt and began to rub her clit. She knew she was not to react to this incredible distraction but a fine sweat broke out again on her face, arms and back. There was no denying that Buddy was getting to her.

The welt on Rachel’s own tit seemed to spur her on to increase the intensity of her beating of the girls tits and soon she had delivered fifteen hefty slashes to each one.  At that juncture, I told the slave to hold each of her tits in her hands and offer them upward to Rachel’s punishing whip. She obeyed almost immediately and quite enthusiastically.

“Now slave Rachel, make sure you punish this girl’s nipples,” I ordered, hoping that a chill would run down Rachel’s spine at the thought.

I knew where the club stored all of its supplies and I quickly went to get some icy-hot gel. Rachel had just completed the whipping the girl and when I returned the owned property was shaking visibly from the punishment. I slathered a quick dab of the gel on my hand and smeared it into Rachel’s only welt. She shrieked.

The girl’s tits were fiery red with welt slashes  -  top to bottom and side to side. When I rubbed the icy-hot gel into her it was an added insult to their condition and she swooned in pain.

I ordered Rachel to kiss the girl passionately, not knowing if she had ever kissed another woman. Her look in my direction told me that she hadn’t. But I nodded with just the right facial expression to let her know that I meant what I had said. She reached up toward the girls lips and kissed her gently. “Kiss her again, this time with passion,” I yelled.”

“Now, kiss her nipples,” I ordered. “And suck on them! Make them hurt. I want to see those nipples rock hard.” The girl closed her eyes as Rachel ministered to her nipples and it was only when Buddy swatter her ass that she seemed to come back to reality.

Buddy looked at me and said, “Do you want this slut to suck on your slaves clit, Master Psych?” As I nodded my assent, Buddy whipped the girls ass again and ordered her to her knees. I had Rachel lay down on the platform and spread her legs wide. “Now suck this tender young clit, bitch. Make her cum. Service her properly or I’ll string you up and whip you all over,”  Buddy ordered angrily.

Rachel bucked and thrashed around on the stage as she experienced several thunderous cums. The girl was certainly not a novice in giving pleasure to another woman. I had never seen Rachel so completely aroused.

As Buddy led his property away, it was apparent to everyone that the juices running down her legs and the juices she was wearing on her beautiful face signified the overwhelming pleasure of both girls.

“Well, what did you think of that experience, slave Rachel?” I asked as we went back to our table.

“Master, it was an experience I will never forget,” she said. “But Sir, whipping another woman made me very uncomfortable.  I’ve never even had a fantasy about doing that, and my mind drifted up there to how I would feel if she was whipping me.”

“And, just how would you feel, slave girl?”

“Master, don’t think badly about me Sir, but I don’t believe I’d like it one bit. Being whipped by a powerful man is one thing, but I can’t just bring myself to accept a whipping from a weaker woman. Do you understand, Sir?”

I told Rachel that quite honestly I didn’t understand and that I hoped my training of her would eventually change her point of view. And, then I told her it was my intent to have her boyfriend attend a session at the club where he would see her introduced as the surprise act of the evenings entertainment. I pulled her head to my crotch and could feel the tenseness in her body at that thought.

“You are ready for me to torment you here, aren’t you slave?” I queried. “After all, you need some very public training, and I can’t think of anyone better to witness your training that that pompous old boyfriend of yours. Don’t your agree, slave?”

Rachel was so busy enjoying my shaft, that I really wasn’t sure she even heard me.

The End of Chapter # 1 

Additional chapters will follow as soon as possible. LC