Submission

SUBMISSION

Chapter Two… ‘The Extended Weekend  Session Begins’

Glancing toward the manor house, the chauffer dropping her off on the circular cobblestone drive in front of the pavilion, even being somewhat anxious she can’t help marveling at the elegance of the estate.  Something out of a childhood storybook to her, from the gated entrance to the manicured grounds, she nervously speculates what the extended holiday weekend holds as the stretched black limousine pulls away.  The sky ominously darkening as she steps briskly toward the front of the mansion her flattening breasts still sway beneath the clinging one piece thigh high dress, the initial patter of a late afternoon shower beginning to prance across her bare shoulders, upper chest left exposed by the long and narrow spaghetti straps to the plunging neckline of the brilliant white Chantilly lace.

Approaching the double door entrance, overlaid stained glass and mahogany, the chandelier already lustrous in the shadows beneath the tarnished turquoise tinted copper veranda, a door swings open in the hand of a shockingly presented young woman.

Practically naked, appearing wishing she was, blurry deep dark eyes beneath jet black hair strictly combed back into a tight bun, her face youthful, more then attractive even though heavily made up with bright red lipstick contrasting with her likewise overly made up complexion bordering on ivory, her eyes remain lowered as she assumes a strict pose.  Slowly lowering her hand toward her side, positioning the palm outward as the other one against her thighs, her unnaturally large breasts push outward behind what appears to be a specially formed padded black leather brassier fully cupping those pendulous mounds.  Her stomach flat, yet noticeably swelling with each measured breath, it’s also obvious she’s struggling not to allow her chest to expand, for her breasts to press outward any further in the uncommon bra.

“Welcome… I’m…… So glad…  You’re here… Follow me……. Please.”  Laboring in her short, raspy comment, turning, obviously struggling to a degree to balance, awkwardly walk in the at least eight inch stilettos, her bare backside behind the wide bra strap shimmers beneath the foyer’s recess lighting.

Hesitantly obeying at first, almost hypnotically taking in the sight of the girl leading her, the black cuffs on each ankle, wrist, the matching chocker collar, the narrow leather g-string barely covering her pubic mound in the front while burrowing into the crevice of her full yet firm buttocks as she leads, Jodi quietly follows, her heart picking up a beat as she slides a palm across her own breast damp to the touch, it too bare beneath the practically transparent lace.  Wondering if this must be the other girl for the weekend session, the girl she’s been assigned to be paired with, she can’t help thinking she could be so much like herself in a way, yet so different in others.

“This way.”

Opening the door, wide steps leading downward, the girl gingerly shuts the door behind them before slowly stepping around, every move obviously painful in transcending the carpeted stairway into the lower level hallway. “Over… Here…….”

“Well, Jodi, the chauffer got you here precisely on time, I see… Glad you’ve accepted our terms wholeheartedly with the contract; I guess you’ve met Debbie.”  Melinda breaks in with a sarcastic smirk as she steps from the opening door.  Adorned in what could only be described as stereotypical ‘Dominatrix’ regalia of all black leather and knee high stiletto boots, she continues.  “Come in, both of you.”  The door swung completely open, nodding toward the room, it appearing to be a full fledge photography studio and then some, Melinda steps aside allowing both girls to enter.  “The camera’s set Debbie… You know the spot.”

A nod from the girl as she gingerly steps toward a lit area forming an ominous set with sculptured wooden pillar posts to either side of her, Jodi feels Melinda’s hand on her wrist holding her back.  “We’re already set up for a short shoot… Pay attention and watch so you’ll know the ropes when it’s time.”

Watching the girl as she positions herself as instructed, slowly raising her arms, spreading her feet, her discomfort’s obvious as she stares straight ahead into the shadows.  Her lips parting, moans audible while her clenched fists rise above her as she hesitantly arches back her shoulders, a fresh tear wells, trickles down a cheek.

“Push that chest out further… Then take a deep breath while holding that tummy in.”

Real tears flowing, her body trembling as her stomach muscles ripple, her ribcage becomes even more prominent with a pronounced inhalation while Jodi focuses on the girl’s breasts thrusting outward, bulging the cups of the leather bra into taut circular mounds.  Again palming, reflexively cupping her own breasts, pressing the firm flesh flat against her own chest as she stares, she senses the girl’s pain, obviously from the leather brassier.

“Watch Jodi.”  Melinda smirks as she turns toward her.  “We’re video taping all this… Watch closely.”

Turning back to the girl, a couple steps toward her, she stops.  “Okay, you have permission to exhale now… Ready to strip that bra off?… Show us the results of the past couple hours.”

“Ahhhh… Yeh… Oh. yes… Yes, please.”

“I thought so.”  Stepping toward, around her, reaching up, fingers on both sides of the clasps fastening the bra, Melinda orders the girl.  “Hands up behind your head… Clench your fingers together and keep those breasts pushed out… Ready?”

“Huh hu…….”

Fingers gripping, unsnapping the clasps and pulling, the leather spreads, the molded cups stretching, tugging the pendulous mounds outward.

“Aaaggghhhh!”

Twisting, stiffening as she grunts, the bra slips away, leaving numerous, erratic pinpricks circling both extended mounds as they sway, jiggle to a standstill.  The nipples appearing raw, specks of crimson moisture oozing over the glistening flesh, the girl’s tears drip, smear across the open but microscopic pinpricks.

“There… There now.”  Melinda smiles as she allows the bra to sway toward the floor in one hand.  “Now for this.”  Unsnapping the side of the g-string with her free hand, letting the thin leather strip slip off the twitching curve of the bare hip, reaching around, unsnapping the other side, she steps behind the girl, pulls downward on the unfastened panty still appearing firmly in place between her thighs.

“Aaaggghhhh!”

A smile, glancing toward Jodi, Melinda giving another harsher tug, then another, finally a third and the leather strip sparkles as she raises it in her clenching fist, it too lined with numerous crimson tinged razor tip pins.  “There now, much better, huh?”

“Ohhhh, ohh it hurts.”  The girl’s voice almost childish as she practically squats while glancing down between her swaying breasts, her neck cranes as her hips thrust forward, her white knuckles glistening, clenched behind her head.

“Like her little outfit tailored just for her?”  Melinda smirks as she steps away from the girl, bra in one hand while dropping the panty from the other.  “Yours was a sight more comfortable the other day, huh?... But then again… You’ll be fitted for a similar set like this soon enough when it’s time, when we’re comfortable with your progress… Now slip those dress straps down off your shoulders and push those titties out and hold ‘em still for me while you grip the back of your head with both hands like her... And don’t shy away; I’m just going to give you a sense of what she’s experienced.”

Unable to stop staring at, focusing on the quarter inch or so multiple needles lined in a series of random rows, some glistening a faint crimson shade in the daunting leather garment as the concave insides of the bra are reached out toward her in Melinda’s spreading hands, Jodi can’t help recalling her previous outfit now seeming almost mundane in comparison, the leather straps and buckles she wore, but then again nothing like this.  Hesitantly obeying, alternately tugging down on her own virtually translucent dress as the straps slip down off her arms to her elbows, she continues to watch, transfixed as the leather garments’ pressed closer to her bare flesh, uncomfortably close as she reluctantly raises her arms.

“I said push those tits out here, Jodi… Push ‘em and hold ‘em out while you grip your neck from behind… Now!”

Again feeling the pounding in her chest escalating as she briefly glances toward Melinda’s demanding smirk, back toward the bra now being held ominously in front of her, she slowly bows her back as she clasps her fingers behind her head, arches forward as instructed. Apprehensively making the faintest of contact, the prickly sensation of the sharp points contacting her nipples, then her shriveling areolas, she can only imagine the feeling of the garment’s needles pressing into, piercing all over her naked breasts as the razor sharp points of the pins are teasingly scrapped ever so lightly across the sensitive nubs.  Nibbling across her lower lip, feeling the cool sharp metal slowly swiping back and forth across her bare flesh, she braces, holds her breath in nervous anticipation before the bras’ pulled back away in Melinda’s withdrawing hands.  Blinking, relieved, yet somehow a tinge of uncertainty stirs inside her as her breasts seem to ache, and not just from the light chaffing.

“Imagine those big titties filling this bra with the leather stretching across your bare flesh as a second skin, fastened nice and tight… Then imagine trying to take a breath, inhaling…How your chest will expand, pushing your tits deeper into the leather cups… Into the pins… Then think about the leather thong with its needles down between those long legs of yours.” Melinda retorts as she nods toward the girl.  “Forced to walk in stilettos like hers with all those needles probing, pinching… Then you’ll know what she’s been experiencing… Yes, just think about modeling this outfit like she has… You’d make a great replacement for her when its time if we decide that’s the best direction to take you.”

Again glancing herself toward the girl remaining obediently posed as the tears are still streaking down her cheeks, the numerous pinpricks in her naked flesh oozing beneath the lighting, Jodi realizes just so how much alike they really are, their bodies maybe different in some ways, but youthful, firm, perfect to be abused for other’s fetish, even sadistic pleasure.

“Now… I want you to help me clean her up but first strip that dress of yours the rest of the way off… Then watch and do exactly as I do.”

Obediently sliding the dress the rest of the way down her legs, stepping out of it one foot at a time, she makes her way toward the girl.  Gripping, lifting the girl’s right arm up and outward just as Melinda does the left, fastening her wrist cuff to the eyelet near the top of the gleaming white post, she watches, kneels, secures the ankle to the bottom again just as Melinda.  Getting an even closer look at the haphazard pattern of pinpricks both on the overly large breasts and freshly waxed vaginal area, tiny, crimson, none actually deep enough for continued blood flow, but all obviously painful for the girl, she feels her own chills rippling up and down her spine, the thoughts of maybe soon according to Melinda’s snide remarks, the roles being reversed.

“Okay.”  Melinda nods while pointing toward an overflowing darkly stained oak bucket off to the side.  “Get that sponge out of there, then start with her breasts and work your way down… And don’t get unnerved by her reactions, this’ll muffle the shrieks I guarantee will surely come.”  A bright red ball gag in hand, stepping behind Debbie, jerking her head back, slipping the gag between her lips, fastening the black strap behind her hair, Melinda steps aside.  “Now, get started… And don’t stand directly in front of her, you’ll block the cameras.”

Having forgotten the room’s being videoed, briefly glancing around, still not seeing, locating any of the hidden cameras, Jodi feels the coolness of the bucket’s contents as she plunges her arm into the solution up to her elbow.  A coral sponge, sopping, almost too heavy with moisture, letting it drip across the floor as she twists, she presses it firmly between the girl’s bare breasts.

“Aaaaaggghhh!.... Oooohhhhh!”

Feeling Debbie’s naked body arching, twisting as her uncontrollable shrieks are barely muffled by the gag, the sponge slipping away, dropping to the floor, Jodi reflexively steps back a step, still surprised by the girl’s pre-warned response.

“Pick it up, swab those tits… Drench ‘em… Soak ‘em.”

Sensing the chaffed nipples of her own swaying breasts stinging from the specks of moisture flung from the coral as she bows forward at the waist, picking up the sponge in her clenching fingertips, seeing the girl arching back, her head twisting from side to side, her dark eyes wide, tear filled, Jodi almost hesitates, her hand pressing forward, pulling back without making contact, pressing forward again, finally flattening the sopping coral across the girl’s pendulous breast.

“Aggrrrhhh!”

Another shriek, seeing the girl’s flailing body again stretching in the bindings; Jodi hears Melinda’s voice in the background ordering her to swipe back and forth, to press the coral harder into the bare flesh.  Obeying, wiping back and forth, swabbing, watching the water splash, flow down the bare flesh of the flailing girl’s stomach, another drench in the bucket for more water, turning, she senses a stirring, something deep inside herself as her hand presses toward those swaying, jerking breasts, something unfamiliar, an almost excitement, eagerness to use the sponge on the girl’s naked flesh. 

“Aaaggghhh!”

Another pitiful, even louder guttural response, realizing the solution’s streaking, covering the girl’s pubic area, the rawness between her quivering thighs, Jodi’s free arm covers, presses her own tingling breasts flat against her own chest as she follows the flow with the sponge, forces the coral between the girl’s jerking thighs.  A swipe, a second, then a third swipe back and forth, in and out, then reaching back up, feeling the firm breasts flattening beneath the sopping sponge, the girl’s shrieks have become gurgling grunts, her contorting body reflexively trembling, slumping in the restraints.”

“Okay… Okay Jodi, enough!”

Hearing Melinda’s voice spoken with a hint of amusement, Jodi almost reluctantly steps back a couple steps, allows the sponge to drop into the splashing solution.  Glancing back toward the fullness of the girl’s unnaturally molded breasts seeming to reflexively flinch back and forth even as the moisture still drips down off their raw nipples past the curvature of her pronounced ribcage to puddle on the floor between her legs, the feeling still resonates deep inside, the stimulating sensation in her groin as she reflexively presses an arm across her own stinging breasts, senses the remnants of what was only a few specks of the brine soaking her own flesh.

“Feel it burn, huh?”… Feel just the few drops on those tits of yours, just across the barely chaffed flesh from that bra?”  Melinda smiles as she steps closer, cups the bottom of Jodi’s breast, squeezes it.  “Imagine how hers felt being soaked into all those open wounds from dozens of open pin-pricks… Just imagine, and you administered the brine… And, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Glancing toward the semiconscious girl, back toward Melinda, feeling Melinda’s hand pressing against her own, pushing it further into her flattening breast, Jodi slowly nods.  “Huh hu… It… It felt, felt kinda’…..”

“You liked, no you loved it… You know you did, and you do… Just like being fucked back at the agency when you begged for it… I can see it in your eyes.”  Melinda cuts her off while slipping her hand back away.  “Now that you know… You’ve had just a taste of your sadistic side… Now you have to earn the right… Be… Well be initiated for lack of a better term… Learn to receive as well as administer, take as well as give, just as she’s going through… Understand?... The question is, are you willing… Willing to learn both sides of being sadomasochistic, willing to trust me to bring it out in you… Will you start your initiation this weekend when all the guests arrive?”

Stepping toward the girl, a small capsule in hand, turning back toward Jodi as she snaps it in half, she holds it out, smiles.  “Ready to inflict some more pain on her?... Want me to show you ways of hurting her you couldn’t even imagine on your own, erotic, sexually stimulating ways that’ll have you cumming yourself?”  Whiffing the capsule back and forth beneath Debbie’s flailing nostril, watching her body twitch, jerk as she regains full consciousness, Melinda again glances toward Jodi, rasps.  “You’ll be allowed to help with her for the rest of the evening, but then, first thing tomorrow, you have a decision to make.” 

End Chapter Two…..