Rachael - A Submissive Love Story

Rachel  -- A submissive Love Story

By Lewis Chappelle

Chapter # 2

I worked out a plan for Rachel and her boyfriend, Bobby, to have dinner together at a favorite restaurant of mine where it would be convenient for me to just stop by their table for a brief, and an apparently impromptu, introduction. They were seated across from each other at a table for four as I approached and tenderly, and obviously seductively, touched Rachael’s hair, back, and shoulder.

“Rachael, how marvelous to see you here tonight.  I’ve been thinking a lot about you. Please introduce me to your friend,” I said.

“Sir, this is Bobby. He and I are dating now. Bobby, this is the therapist at work that I’ve frequently spoken about, do you remember?”

Bobby seemed like a pleasant enough chap and rose in deference to my age and profession to shake my hand. He invited me to sit at the table rather than continue to stand. He seemed shy and a bit awkward; not at all like the polished man-about-town sort that I had pictured for Rachael.

“Thank you Bobby, I’ll get out of the way of the staff and sit briefly. You know  Rachael here is one of my favorite co-workers at the hospital. You are a lucky young man to be able to date her.  She is really quite attractive, don’t you think?”

I could see Rachael blush and poor Bobby; he didn’t have a clue just how to respond to my flattering statement. 

“Doesn’t she look fetching tonight and that wonderful dress really accentuates her enchanting figure, doesn‘t it? You are indeed a lucky guy, Bobby,” I added. “I hope you both will accept an invitation to join me at my club over the holidays. I’ll make the arrangements; would that suit you?”

Neither of them actually responded, but the die was cast as I arose to leave.

When I saw Rachael again at the hospital, she looked at me with a shy but impish grin. “I know what you are up to Doctor,” she said. “Your are a devil, sir.”

“Rachael, you have no idea how devilish, I can be,” I whispered in her ear.

I told her that the following Friday was the date I had in mind for them to join me at the club. I told her that for the occasion, she was to be decked out all in red, wear 4 inch heels with wrap-around thong laces, thigh high stay-up hose, no panties, a full short skirt, and a nice silk blouse. She didn’t need a bra for support and she knew it.

Rachael told me she had never dressed that proactively when she went out with Bobby and felt he would be shocked to see her outfit that night.  I explained that if he appeared shocked, she was to use the opportunity to explain to him that she had already been to the club with me on one prior occasion and that the club was an erotically oriented, men’s club. She was to explain that he should enjoy himself and should not act prudishly or shyly at the club because he was sure to see plenty of interesting action there.

I put a sharp point on the reason for this event by saying, “When the night is over you should know for sure if Bobby is the kind of a guy who will  satisfy you.”

Rachael’s blushing face told me she appreciated my efforts on behalf of her aroused yet somewhat stymied libido.

When they arrived at the club, Bobby wore a green billowing bolero shirt with leather trousers and Rachael looked stunning in her all-red outfit. They looked like sexy Christmas decorations. I met them both near the door to the inner sanctum of the club and gave Rachael a tit-crushing hug that didn’t go unnoticed by Bobby, I’m sure.

It didn’t take any time at all for their eyes to adjust to the dim room lights. The main attraction was already on stage in the glare of a brilliant spot. The same slave  Rachael had seen when she was at the club earlier was tethered to a wooden cross. She was naked in extremely high heels. Her arms were stretched to either side and her legs were spread as far as they would go.

The “girl with no name“, was attached to a clock-timer signifying just how long she had been bound in that position. At the point my guests initially saw her, she had been bound there for over five hours.  A pail had been placed under her to catch any urine and a small pump sent anything in the pail upward to a soft cock shaped dildo through which the slave could suck liquid should she get thirsty.

It was clear she knew she would be drinking her own piss if she wished to suck; all she had to do was turn her head to get the cock in her mouth. What wasn’t so obvious to the girl was that the twins, her owners, also were adding their own urine in the pail and had invited others from the audience to do likewise.

Bobby, looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car at night. He was mesmerized and fascinated by what he saw.

“Did you know what was here, Rachael?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, Bobby, I knew you would see things you had never seen before,” she answered. “I didn’t know exactly what would happen tonight, but I did know that young, pretty girls, would be treated harshly and used sexually. Doc, even made me whip the big tits of that girl up there when he brought me here, can you believe that?”

“Geez, Rach,” he whispered, “what else happened that night?”  Rachael told him that she herself was pleasured naked by the girl and that the girl seemed to enjoy having her tits whipped. Bobby, seemed to blink in disbelief.

“Hey, you two, stop whispering! Come with me and let me show you the rest of the club and get you something to drink,” I offered.  Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off of the girl on stage and I had to admit she did have one fantastic body and was enduring her torture stoically. It was no wonder she was the center of attention again.

The small rooms in the rear of the club were full of members and friends, mostly naked. Most of the rooms had windows in the door so passers by could see the action inside.  Bobby lingered at each door quite a bit longer than was seemly.

I walked ahead of him and held Rachael’s hand which didn‘t seem to bother Bobby one bit.

I waited with Rachael at the next to the last door in the row until Bobby finally caught up with us. He could see two naked girls cavorting on the bed inside. I opened the door and the girls instantly rushed him, cuffed his wrists behind him, gagged him and blindfolded him in swift effortless motion. They bound him to a post at one end of the room and removed his leather pants to find a semi hard erection.

I said, “Rachael, let’s go to the next room and let Bobby here with these girls. I think it will be more fun that way.” Bobby was in no position to intervene.

The next room was quite similar to all the others except that there was an interconnecting sound system to the room where Bobby was and I explained the plan I had to Rachael.  Once the system was activated  I changed a few of the sound controls to alter our voices so Bobby couldn’t be sure that what was going on was actually Rachael and me.

“Take off your skirt, slave!” I said sternly. “And take off you blouse, too.” I was certain that despite the change in the quality of our voices,  Bobby would be almost  certain that he was hearing us but he couldn’t be sure.  “Stand with your legs wide spread and your hands behind your head, slave. Let me study you and explore your sexy body,” I said. “You know you have great tits. Does anyone one beside me ever bite them?”

“No Master, you are the only one who has shown any interest in them truthfully.”

“Has anyone ever whipped your tits, slave?”

“No Master, no one except you. And you know how I love to feel the whip against my tender flesh and especially against my nipples. If it pleases you Master, would you please whip my tits now, Sir?”

“Before I whip them, slave, I want to play with them and pull and twist your nipples and then see if your nipples are really connected by some strange nerve system to your cunt.”

“Oh, yes, Master, torment my nipples with your fingers and mouth.  Pull on them and hurt them. I’m already flowing. I’ll even bet you can see my cunt juices dripping down my leg already.”

“Does it hurt when I pull your nipples hard, slave girl?”

“Yes, Master it always hurts when you pull on them that hard, but it’s a good hurt Sir. Please don’t stop!”

The two girls in the small adjoining room were heard to say something to the effect that Bobby was being a bad boy and would have to be punished. We knew then, that either the girls were messing with him or that he had heard us talking. One way or the other, we surmised that he had sprung a full-fledged boner.

“Slave, you do have great tits and they are especially good for whipping. I’m going to whip them now.“

All I heard from Rachel, was a soft ‘mmmmm’ sound from her throat. She was ready!

I tapped her right tit lightly. I was going to start easily and then get more aggressive as I reached 50 swats to each tit. Rachel would be crying loudly when I finished, but I knew that she was getting wetter by the stroke and would never ask me to stop.

“You are really a pain slut, You know that don’t you, Rachel? I could whip your tits all day and you would just drift off into your own space and be in your own glory land,” I said to her.

I thought I could hear a muffled cry from the other room but I couldn’t be certain. And, it didn’t really matter since I was having the time of my life with my little minx of a slave girl. She was sweating profusely and sobbing. Her tits were almost scarlet red.

I had not bound her but had made her hold out her tits and present them to me for added strokes. Because she was sobbing and her whole body was shaking in pain I had a devil of a time getting just the right angle for the whipping I wanted to give her.

“Oh, Master, I’m cumming now, Sir. The pain has my cunt on fire and I’m cumming. I can’t stop it, Sir,” she sobbed and her body convulsed and shook uncontrollably.  Her legs finally gave out and she knelt before me still holding her tits high in honest homage before me. She was in a real sense paralyzed, so I held her tight and kept her warm until she was ready to look me clearly in the eye again.

“I sure hope your boyfriend doesn’t try any funny stuff, slave girl, to try and keep me from punishing you because those two girls can take care of business. I want him to know that I’m in control of you now and if he wants to dominate you in the bedroom he will have to get my permission. Don’t you think that’s fair, slave?”

Rachel didn’t say a word; she was recovering but slowly.

“Now, slave, get on your knees and press your sore tits into the cold tile here. I want to fuck your ass. Will that be ok with you, slave?” I taunted.

In a low and shaky voice she said “Yes, Master, please fuck my ass. I’ve never been buggered before, Sir, but I’ve heard it can be great fun for a girl and I’d be honored, Sir, to have your cock deep in my ass.  Please fuck me there now, Sir.”

Rachel wrapped her arms behind her and around her hips. She grabbed each butt cheek to spread herself wide.

I never understood why someone would use saliva to lube a girls ass when there usually was an abundance of natural lubricant so nearby. Since I wanted to enlarge her sphincter with my fingers before entering her with my cock,  I lubed her ass with her flowing cunt juice.

At that point,  she said in a loud voice,  “Oh. Master, I am so out of control again, I love what you are doing to my ass. I hope you won’t hold it against me if I cum while you are fucking my ass, Sir.”

I sensed Rachel was really talking to her boyfriend. She was egging him on to erotic pleasures she had only dreamed about. All that was fine with me; in fact, the idea of  luring him into the world of Master/slave erotic play was indeed part of the plan for the evening and we were giving him ideas and language skills to help him along.

“Slave, now that I’ve gotten your ass hole a bit more supple with my fingers, I’m going to sink my cock in you and ram you over and over for as long as I can,” I told her in a masterly tone. I pressed my cock up to her pouting bud and teased it open gently.

“Master, this is so hot. I feel so much like your slave in this position and having my ass used by you. It is an enormous turn on. Use me this way all the time, Sir. Please Sir, accept me now as your permanent slave girl!”

“Now, slave, you are my slave for the night, you understand, but your boyfriend who is younger than me might be able to satisfy you this way too and undoubtedly he would be more robust in bed. Let’s not rush into anything,” I said unconvincingly.

I held onto Rachel trim and firm waist with both hands as I pounded into her. Occasionally, I pressed  her back downward to grind her sore tits into the tile. 

She began moving under me and said, “Master, I want this to go on forever, but I’m afraid I’ll cum again and then I’d loose the intensity of what I’m feeling now and I don’t want that to happen just yet. If, it pleases you Sir, would you consider fucking my cunt, now, Master?”

“Spin around, slave, and clean off my cock with your mouth. When I’m ready for your cunt, I’ll take it. And you can take that to the bank. Now clean me off!”

I grabbed Rachel’s hair and shoved my cock in her mouth. She as a willing cocksucker but not very skilled but this was not the time to initiate her into the finer points of milking me dry. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you, slave?” I asked quite loudly hoping that the scene would burn a fresh hole in Bobby’s little brain.

“Yes, Master, I really love worship at the shrine of your cock, Sir. You are the best!”

“Slave, lay back down on the floor and get your hands under your ass and lift up some; give me a better angle to fuck your cunt.” She didn’t need any further instructions on that.

I entered her easily. “Oh, geeze Master, that feels so damned good. Please fuck my cunt hard and long, Sir,” she shouted. Her legs were perfectly sculpted and she spread them wide to the sides giving me perfect access to her well trimmed and fully sopping cunt.

“Now take it easy slave girl. I’ll take what I need. And, not to put you off here but, you might not get any further release at all since you are the lowly slave here. Now press fingers of both hands into your sopping ass hole and move them around inside you. Understand?”

I could feel her cunt muscles tighten when her fingers started to press inward and I had difficulty holding back my surging cum load. 

“I’m going to have you turn over on top of me so you can arrange my shaft resting directly on your clit. Then I want you to work hard to get the best cum you have ever had. Ready?”

Before she started to move, I whispered in her ear; “Slave you are a great fuck, and a great slave. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. I hope your boyfriend is learning something from all of this because he is missing out on a real treasure if he doesn’t. Shout and scream your head off if you think it will help here, slave.”

“Master, you are so cute when you say those things. Here I am in the middle of the best cum I will get, and you are still gushing sweet nothings in my ear. Thank you sincerely, Sir. I won’t forget you, or this night, ever.”

Rachel, screamed and shouted like a banshee through five intense cums and then lay down with all her weight on my chest to catch her breath. I had shot my wad early into her first cum. She told me it felt hot when it reached her cervix. I had to take her word for it.

“Sir, I’m kinda curious about Bobby. What do you suppose is going one in the next room?”

I told her if she wanted to lay on the bed under a warm sheet that I would check things out or her. She gave me a very warm kiss and a more than normal pat on the ass as I left her to put on a clean robe and slip-ons provided by the club.

I could see through the window that Bobby was still blindfolded and gagged with his hand cuffed and attached to a pole in the room where I had left him with the two girls. One of the girls stepped outside the room to talk to me.

This girl was the slave of one of my best friends. He is a plastic surgeon  who had done a perfectly remarkable job on her tit enhancement; 36 DD unless I miss my guess. I took the freedom given to members of the club to touch other slaves by pinching her nipples while she stood before me. I pulled and twisted as she spoke.

“Sir, we don’t know what to make of this kid in there. The other slave and I were really turned on by the action and conversation you and the girl were having, but the kid shot his wad early and couldn’t get it up again.

“We rubbed our bodies all over him, fondled his cock, worked it in our mouth and told him stories of what it would be like to have a slave girl like us,  but he didn’t seem at all interested. Since you are a therapist, maybe you can get to the bottom of whatever issues he might have, Sir.”

“Go find the twins and see if they will come here to talk to me,” I told her.

She pranced off down the aisle nude as she could be without any glimmer of being self conscious. In a few moments she came back leading both twins proudly. I dismissed the slave back into the room and chatted briefly with the boys.

It wasn’t long when the twins were back to me with their submissive slave in tow; the one who had been bound for hours on end.

I had remembered that the slave of the twins was a former domme and the twins certainly knew their way around the bdsm scene. I told them of my theory and gave them a plan of action. The two original slave girls were dismissed and the keys to the cuffs which held Bobby tight were relinquished.

I went back to the room where Rachel was huddled, warm, soaked and contented.

“I love, you Master,” she said as I came to her. “I really adore you and I am truly ready to suffer for you, and to willingly comply with all of your wishes as your slave, all day and all night for the rest of my life, if you will agree to have me, Sir.”

I put my finger up to my lips to keep her quiet as the serious proceedings in the next room was about to unfold. I stroked Rachel’s soft and yielding body as we listened to how the slave and the twins unraveled the complexities of Bobby’s convoluted psyche; not by torture or manipulation but by gentile persuasion and explicit expressions of assistance, support and domination.

“I want you to be my slave girl forever, dearest,” I said to Rachel at length. “I think we both know now where your relationship with Bobby was going. But, now the twins will be happy with him and he will be happy with them; it was meant to be. They will take him home and we can rest assured he will have the life he needs.

“And, you will have the life you need as well, with me, slave girl.”

The End…

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