Submission

SUBMISSION

Chapter Four   ‘Sir Henry’s Estate Visited’

       

The estate’s typically British, in the country, the damp misty hills outside London.  Ivory laden redbrick walls, aged wrought iron gates, the finely crushed gravel driveway winds off the country road pass the guard shack.  The Bentley slowing to a stop, the uniformed doorwoman adorned as expected steps from beneath the awning with umbrella open.

       Glancing out into the semi-lit darkness, the vast windows of the manor’s blinds drawn with the main entrance barely illuminated through the haze from lamps on either side of the double wooden doors, he sits back in the crushed leather seat, Jodi silently next to him as the limo’s door’s opened.

‘Good evening.  Sir Henry’s expecting you.’

A nod, stepping out, allowing Jodi to follow, Thomas leads the way to the main entrance.  Jodi partially under the umbrella, her skin tight leather outfit barely covering her glistening flesh, in moments they’re led through the foyer to the great room.

‘Sir Henry, your guests have arrived.’

‘Thomas, hope your trip was pleasurable.’ Sir Henry nods toward a wide seat across from his.  ‘Make yourself comfortable, I’m eager to get started.  By the way, Jodi looks positively gorgeous.’  Sitting across from the hearth, his overstuffed chair the center of the similar surrounding furniture in the great room, he nods as the better three of his own girls obediently walk in one behind the other.

‘Now Thomas, shall we start?’

       Sensing Jodi’s hand gripping his knee, glancing over toward her dark brown eyes focusing toward the girls, naked head to foot as they silently approach, Thomas leans forward, glances back toward Sir Henry to answer him with his own appreciative nod.  ‘Huh hu, I’m ready, we’re both ready, aren’t we, Jodi?’

       ‘Very well.’  Sir Henry acknowledges while also centering his attention back on the girls.  Another nod lining them up a couple feet apart in obviously practiced submissive kneeling poses on the thick carpet in front of the flickering hearth, he again twists toward Thomas.

       ‘Well, Thomas, as good as she already looks, shall we have Jodi join my girls in undress?  Then maybe have her facing toward them in her own proper submissive pose?  Then we can begin our little exercise.’

       A glance toward Jodi, her inquisitive eyes, he nods.  ‘Okay, she’ll be glad to do that, right Jodi?  Go ahead, follow Sir Henry’s instructions.’

       Her hand slipping down off his knee, an anxious yet acknowledging nod, she hesitantly stands, slowly but obediently steps over in front of the trio of girls as her mind races to the thoughts of submitting to some sort of a sadomasochistic session.

       ‘Strip for us, all the way naked just like my girls, then assume your pose as you face them.’

       The room becoming quiet with just the crackling coming from the hearth, reaching behind her back, her fingers fidgeting while unfastening the row of clasps behind her black leather halter from top to bottom, her bare breasts sway, jiggle to a standstill as she allows the halter to drop to the floor.  Glancing back toward Thomas with a noticeable nervous breath, twisting the matching black skirt around as she rotates her hips, bending forward, wiggling the clinging leather down past her thighs, her knees, she bows her head as she steps across the rumpled skirt.

       ‘The panties, what there appears to be of it, strip it off too.’

       A silent nod  at Sir Henry’s command as she visibly gnaws on her lower lip, slipping her thumbs between her hips and the matching leather thong, another couple wiggles of her buttocks, bowing forward with breasts swaying, smacking together, left foot rising, right foot, she steps out of the panties in her six inch stilettos.  Standing upright, another glance toward Thomas, she presents herself naked, her flawless complexion glistening from the hearth’s reflection as she slips off the high heels one after the other with the tips of her toes.

       ‘Okay, now assume the pose.’

       Another brief hesitation following Sir Henry’s commanding voice, slowly squatting, kneeling with knees sliding across the carpet, she stares toward the flickering fire in the hearth behind the girls as she raises her arms, interlocks her fingers behind her neck.  Spreading her legs, bowing her back, arching her elbows, her naked body contorts into a matching submissive pose while her swaying breasts firm up into a pair of enticing symmetrical grapefruit sized globular mounds jaunting out and apart.    

       ‘Very good, good indeed Jodi, now hold that pose.’  Sir Henry acknowledges with an obvious approving smile.  ‘Kay, you may begin for us.  What would you have in store for our pleasure tonight?  What would you do with our guest there in front of you?’

       Positioned the first to the left, virtually flawless pale complexion, green eyes, proportional if overly firm breasts with just a hint of freckles across her thrust out chest, her auburn hair’s twisted in a tight bun behind her head.  Fingers interlocked behind her neck, turning toward Jodi, eyeing her up and down she takes a shallow breath before she commences.  ‘Of course she’d be naked to start with, just like she is now, but once we’re in the Keep.  Then I would begin by binding her arms straight up above her head, a strap across her wrists, her elbows and another across her arms behind her head.’  Still seeming to be examining Jodi up and down, she continues.  ‘Next I would bind her thighs, her knees and her ankles the same way.’

       ‘Keep going Kay’.  Sir Henry nods in approval as he glances toward Thomas.  ‘Explain further what you would do with our guest.’

       ‘I would hoist her up by her wrists with the block and tackle until she was forced to tiptoe on the balls of her feet, almost until she’s twisting in the air, then I’d concentrate on hurting her breasts to start with.’  Momentarily hesitating, thoughtfully allowing the tip of her tongue to slowly flick across her bottom lip, she continues. ‘I would bind each with a draw-tight strap and wait until they were swollen to at least twice the size they are now, then, uh, then I would, I would really begin hurting her.  I’d take my time piercing her nipples with, with needles.  Watching Jodi flinch as she noticeably glances down toward her own breasts, obviously imagining what would be done to them; Kay turns toward Sir Henry, back toward Jodi.  ‘I’d, I’d slowly circle around each puffy nub with at least four, maybe even five needles, completely through in a neat circle, all the way through.  Then after that, I’d shove real long ones straight into the very center of each nipple, all the way as far as they would sink into.’

       ‘Thomas, can you picture my pretty Kay doing that to your Jodi?’  Sir Henry smiles as he holds up a firm hand, having Kay become silent.  Turning back, glancing toward the girl making up the opposite end of the row, younger, also well endowed but a more athletic frame, her hair drawn tightly back, her hazel eyes wide, almost fawn like, he gives a flick of his wrist, addresses her.  ‘Fran, your turn, explain what you would have in mind for our guest.’

       ‘Yeh, yes Sir.’  Her voice softly cracks as she slowly cranes her neck, her naturally firm breasts jiggling while her shoulders slightly rotates to take a surer look at Jodi.  “I, I would bind her wrists and elbows real tight behind her back, Sir.  And, and tie her ankles spread-eagled and stretch her legs as far apart as possible between the whipping posts in the Keep.’  Nodding toward Jodi, their eyes connecting, her voice rises as she reaches partially out in front of herself and twists her hands back and forth.  ‘Then I would, I would hurt her titties with my fingernails at first.  I’d pinch one of those nipples of hers; twist it really hard until I saw tears and she’d keep begging me to stop.’

       Watching the two girls still staring toward one another, Sir Henry waves his hand back and forth as he interjects.  ‘Keep going, what else, Fran?’

       Glancing in Sir Henry’s direction before focusing back on Jodi, she continues.  ‘Then I’d, I’d reach with my other hand, reach down and shove my fingers up into her, her, between her legs.’

‘Be specific Fran, specific; explain to our guests exactly where you would shove your hand.’

Her face obviously flushing as she allows her fingers to curl upwards, she almost stutters.  ‘I’d ram my, my fist up into, into her, Sir!’

‘So you’d fist her, huh Fran?  Is that what you’re trying to say?  Fist her Fran?  Where? In her ass or pussy?  Where, say it!’

‘Yes, yes Sir, I’d do that to her up to my wrist and more, hard, back and forth really deep into her, in her pussy first.  Yes, I’d use one hand to pinch her nipple really hard to force her to bounce up and down deeper and deeper on my, my other clenched fist.’

‘That’ll do for now Fran.’  Sir Henry nods while again holding up a firm fist.  ‘Hold that thought.’  Nodding toward Julie, he orders.  ‘Look at our guest, what would you do with her?’

A breath, glancing toward the visibly shaken Jodi, then over toward Sir Henry, she stiffens in deep thought before speaking.  ‘I’d, I’d suspend her by her breasts, the block and tackle’s tight ropes hoisting her all the way up off the floor.’  She begins, her voice almost blunt.  ‘But first I’d tie her wrists really tight behind her back and tie her ankles apart, loosely, looser then her wrists.’  Her voice trailing off, her eyes also scanning Jodi’s nude body, she breaks her momentary silence. ‘While she was hanging by those breasts, I’d stretch a rope down across her back from around her neck and force her to bend her knees up behind her by fastening the other end to the rope around her ankles.’  Using her hands to illustrate her almost rushed explanation, glancing toward Sir Henry, she continues.  ‘Then I’d get a candle and light it to drip enough wax on the tops of her bound breasts to mount another candle on each that would melt their wax, melt down all across her nipples, down all the way down her chest, then I’d force her thighs apart and shove one up her……’

‘I see, I see.’  Sir Henry smiles as he again uses the wave of his hand to also stop her from becoming even more explicit.  Glancing back toward Thomas, He nods.  ‘That’s a quick scenario of what could be in store for Jodi this evening over in our, our, well we call it the Keep while doing our at least, weekly activities.  On the other hand at times others have been known to call it the dungeon when the activities became more, shall we say, strenuous, Thomas.  Soon, you won’t have to imagine why.’

Again silence, the girls still staring in unison toward Jodi, Thomas slowly nods his head at Sir Henry.  ‘Go on, what’s next?’

‘Okay Jodi, now let’s begin with you, here’s what I’ve had in mind.’  Sir Henry smiles toward Thomas before leaning forward to again focus on Jodi.  “You’ve heard my girls; I’ve watched your responses, what do you think of my girl’s ideas for you?’ 

Still flushed, a slight glance back toward Thomas, again facing forward, her lips noticeably quiver as they part while she remains quiet, in thought, again thinking back to being told before the flight that she’d be involved in some fetish sessions involving bondage.

“I said, look over toward the girls, chose and give us an answer of which you’ll be submitting too.’  Sir Thomas interjects. 

The room once more becoming silent, glancing over toward the girls, back past Thomas to Sir Henry, she inhales, breaths out as she tenses.  ‘I, I have to make a choice of those, those three things to, to be done to me?’

‘Yes, your choice, Jodi, your choice of any.  Pick.’

‘Oh, I.’  Hesitating, almost pleadingly glancing toward Thomas’ forceful stare as her body noticeably shivers, she mutters.  ‘God, I, I don’t know, eh, the, the last, the last one, I guess.’

‘Really, really Jodi?’  Sir Henry seems taken aback while glancing across at Thomas.  A thoughtful moment of his own, he smiles.  ‘Suspended by those magnificent breasts of yours, huh?  Interesting, don’t you think Thomas?’

An approving nod as he too leans forward, Thomas’ also obviously intrigued by the idea.

‘Well, Jodi.’  Sir Henry turns back toward her.  ‘I guess it’s your call then, that’s how we’ll proceed.  Shall we make our way to the Keep?’

End Chapter Four…………