Author’s Note:

My first tale submitted in over a year.  Fully completed with twenty chapters in all, a chapter or two submitted each month, it’ll be on par with “The Nanny” as the storyline takes its course.  The first couple chapters being toned down, it’ll escalate in my usual, abrasive to some, style. 

SUBMISSION

Somewhere on the West Coast, then again, maybe it’s the East Coast, there’s an obscure talent agency specializing in the Fetish field.  Signing young, naïve female talent, molding them to the point of abusing them, they’re good at what they do and reap the benefits.

The Story Begins

Chapter One… ‘The New Girl’s Introduced To The Company’

Stepping in, allowing the door to lock behind him as it swings shut, he walks over to the studio’s darkened area toward the rear corner of the talent agency’s home office.  Spreading the curtain covering the two way mirror as he adjusts the volume control leading from the acoustically designed room, he smiles to himself, more then pleased as he surveys his latest acquirement going through her preliminary training exercise in the intentionally stark cubicle set up with the latest inconspicuous video/audio equipment.

       Positioned in front of a full length yellow curtain draping the back wall, she’s practically naked with a black horse bit between her yawning lips forcing a fixed smile, an odd appearing smile.  Her youthful body glistening from head to toe beneath a glaring light centered above her as she labors with her ongoing routine, the grunts echo through the speakers above the background cadence as she contorts to her instructions.  Barely leaving the floor’s surface from the balls of her spread feet every few seconds, her globular breasts springing, swaying, bouncing upwards only to flatten back down across her thrust out chest beneath the stretching pony-girl style regalia of silver ‘O’ ring buckles and narrow black leather straps crisscrossing her nude form, she’s obviously straining to jump up and down in a cumbersome series of a modified version of jumping jacks, up and down, up and down with her arms bent at the elbows above and behind her head, her fists clenching behind her neck, both wrists shackled beneath her disheveled hair to the fetish gear’s matching choker collar.

       Glancing further inward and over toward the side of the specially modified cubicle, his assistant Melinda sitting on a tall stool, legs crossed, pad in her hand resting on a knee, from the expression on her face its obvious she’s into conducting the exercise, enjoying mentoring their fresh, new girl as she barks the cadence out loud and clear to her.  Kind of surprised she’s not naked herself, wearing what’s for her is just a mundane outfit of a dark woolen low cut sweater and black leather skirt above her knee length boots matching her black horn rimmed glasses, he again focuses back on the struggling girl as he reaches out, hits the red button illuminating the signal on the inside wall.

       Continued grunts emitting from the glistening cinch bit, the woman child’s contorting breasts tangling with the encircling straps leaving discoloring crimson streaks beneath the curvatures of those pendulous mounds for one so young, it’s obvious she’s more then just uncomfortable as the bottom pair of the outfit’s shinny new stiff leather strap’s framing the folds of her labium appear to be chafing that sensitive flesh between her bare thighs as her pubic mound glistens, either freshly shaven or even possibly waxed, being so smooth.

Damn, he can’t help thinking to himself how she’s even more then he’d imagined when she walked into his studio the very first time just the other day, a good looking big tittied kid, but a kid just the same he thought then.  But, now seeing her in there naked, that crisp new leather harness taut anywhere you look on a body to kill for, he can only imagine what the future holds for how they can use her.

“Seventy-nine… Eighty… Stop, stop for now and maintain that pose, and keep your feet spread while you take a short rest… And keep those shoulders back, too… Further!”  Melinda instructs in an almost scolding tone as she notices the red blinking light, stands while slipping the glasses further down across the bridge of her nose.  “It seems he’s finally arrived and he’s monitoring you right at this moment… I’ll just be a couple minutes or so, you should make good use of ‘em before we continue.”

Melinda’s voice coming over louder, more pronounced with the last couple orders, finally, just the girl’s rasping breath breaks the silence over the speaker as obviously nervous, even appearing frustrated, she exhaustingly obeys while her eyes turn toward the mirrored wall, raises toward the red light flashing above it.  Her legs noticeably quivering as she inhales, exhales, arching her shoulders further back as ordered, her heaving breasts stretch outwards and apart between the taut, encircling straps as they glisten in the glare of the heated lamp.

While awaiting Melinda, he continues watching almost mesmerized through the mirror at the semi-shackled girl.  Stunningly gorgeous to him in her erotic state, her dark eyes appearing hazed beneath her disheveled auburn hair as she’s virtually squinting through the beads of perspiration, her feet pointing somewhat apart, her pert nose practically flails between the large gleaming silver ‘O’ rings on either sides of her cheeks gripping the black leather horse cinch that’s clenched so tightly between her teeth.   Yet, those almost too perfect to be natural tanned breasts of hers’ standing so upright still remain the epicenter of his attention.  Large, yet firm and almost symmetrical mounds with silver dollar sized areolas just a shade or so darker spread flat and high, the nubs of her perfectly centered nipples beading with the dampness gleaming from her intentionally exhaustive workout, he follows the enticing mounds slowly rising, lowering above the erratic hollowing beneath the arch of her protruding ribcage before he slowly scans further down her nude, evenly bronzed form.  Her sternum shimmering, the dimpled curvature of her belly button collecting her moistness, the gentle slope of her pubic area’s partially concealed beneath the straps scraping between her inner thighs forcing the naturally spread slit to breach even wider.  The exposed nub of her clit visible, appearing puffy if not swollen between the compressed folds of her labium; her thighs quiver in gentle spasms, separating above her spreading knees.

The insulated door dividing the rooms swinging abruptly open, he regains his awareness, glances toward Melinda stepping through and shutting it behind her.  As she approaches him she too glances back through the mirror while letting a hand slip across the glass surface.  Taking in the view, she grips his hand in her free one.

“I’ve been working her pretty hard for the last couple hours… She’ll have sore tits for a week the way they’ve been flapping around.”  Melinda grins as she senses his fingers tightening around hers.  “Damn… She does look good in that skimpy leather outfit you wanted her in, doesn’t she?... All hot and sweaty… And boy is she nervous, confused as hell… Doesn’t know what to expect from me next, squat thrusts, sit-ups, push-ups… Now to really work those tits, she’s well into doing a hundred jumping jacks. ”

“I’ve told you… Men sweat, women glisten.”  He smirks, shaking his head as his eyes remain peering through the glass.  “Anyway, nothing quite like a young girl like her, a kid in a woman’s body, sexy as hell… And what a rack for that slender frame… Damn, even bigger then I imagined.”   He continues as he watches her through the glass.  “Yea, tight ass, slender waist and big tits… She must feel like she carries around a pair of grapefruits all the time.”  Another squeeze of Melinda’s hand, nodding, he rasps.  “Sorry I’m a little late… She been following your instructions okay, huh?... She having second thoughts, at all?”

“She’s been kinda’ struggling, not too happy with what I’m kinda’ forcing her to do.”  Melinda answers.  “Can’t say much with that bit in her mouth though, but she sure gives out some agitated groans and moans, you’ll see it all when we edit the videos… The outtakes will really make great teasers for our clientele… And believe me; we’ll be rolling in the profits with this girl for a long time if everything goes as I know it will… And best of all, I’m certain she’ll just make a perfect submissive, full fledged sub for us on top of everything else.”

“Maybe she should have examined her contract a little closer then, huh?”  He grins, thinking of how excited she was when he told her he just might give her a try when she showed up wide eyed at the agency with an add in hand and a couple unbuttoned buttons on her skin tight blouse.

“Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed so enthusiastically to contribute to our fetish portfolios, agree to our training without really going over the fine print.”  Melinda smiles.  “Then again, I’ve got her pretty well under control, she’ll submit to far more then she realizes at the moment… Yea, she’ll learn.”  Melinda continues as they both continue to gaze through the dark glass at their young protégé, her body shimmering beneath the intentionally hot lights.

“Then you think she’ll break in… Submit quickly to do even more then the contract she’s signed to do standard light bondage, sexual penetration with condoms, all the usual mundane stuff that’s been beaten to death in the industry, pardon the pun.”

“Oh, absolutely… She’ll accept some serious discipline; I can just about guarantee it… Just give me a little more time with her, I can feel it.”  She smiles.  “Yea, maybe it’s about time to abuse her a little more then she thinks she’s signed up for… Let her get a sense of the normal obligatory pain at first, and then go from there… Maybe work those tits a little harder she’s so proud of to start with… Those nipples are just begging for attention with some nice serrated clover clamps … Maybe her clit………”

“Wow!… On her first session?”  He retorts with an obviously doubtful shake of his head.  “Think you should really be pushing it?... She’ll go for it so soon?”

“Hey… Take a closer look at that tight little cunt down there beneath those wet straps between those thighs… Her slits’ already moist, and not just from sweating.”  She retorts with a grin.  “Excuse me, I mean perspiring… She’s obviously a she.”

“Really?”  He nods, reflexively focusing between her glistening legs.  “So you think she could be a natural… Maybe, just maybe already with a serious kinky side huh?... And to think, for someone so young, naïve… Hot Damn!”

“Hey, first of all she needs our contract even more as she wants it, the money she thinks she can make.”  Melinda retorts.  “And remember, she’s alone out here, all alone… What family she has back where ever she’s really from doesn’t even know where she’s at… And, I know as well as you that she’s got a fake ID with a phony date of birth…  Yea, she might just be a kid but she knows her body’s what she’s got going for her, and she’s really, really proud of it, especially those tits and ass… Believe me; she thinks they can get her anything she wants.”  Their discussion continuing, she adds.  “I knew that when I helped with fitting that outfit on her… I could tell she actually kind of liked the looks of it even though she tried to give that obligatory shocked expression when she first saw what she was expected to wear for her initial session today… Then she kinda’ got off actually while I was fastening it up on her, adjusting the straps, buckling them across her naked body even after she acted confused, irritated when I told her she had to strip in front of me to strap it on, yea, I knew better.”  Still glancing though the mirror as she speaks, her hand sliding across her own breast, cupping, manipulating through the sweater, her voice becomes a tad raspier as she continues.  “She couldn’t really hide her responses to my hands, my fingers all over her, and I mean all over… Like I said, her pussy’s wet for more then just one reason, I just know… I tell you she’s actually a kinda’ freak, a pain slut deep down inside… I just knew it from the time I felt her body trembling in a kind of anticipation by the time it came to the wrist bindings to the back of the choker.”

“I wondered how’d that go... I mean letting you shackle…………”

“I used the contract.”  She butts in as she glances toward him.  “When she acted like she wanted to hesitate having her hands shackled behind her head I just told her it was part of the fetish gear she had to practice modeling in and she didn’t have a choice, or she could hit the door… I knew she wouldn’t quit, and she’s too naïve to know any better.

“Well then, I guess… Yea…  I’ll go with your instincts… Let’s see how serious we can get tonight.”  He nods back, the thoughts of what’s to come even more stimulating then how damn hot she already looks out there right now.  “Go ahead and push her as much as you think you can… Not the real nitty gritty bondage ‘S and M’ stuff though with those Japanese clamps you like so much, that’ll come later when we use the proper equipment back at the estate once we’re really sure she’s in line with what we want to do with her.”  Glancing back toward the other side of the glass, he continues.  “Okay then, give me a little private show…  Go get her tits bouncing again like when I came in and interrupted… Smack em’ with your hands, hurt ‘em some; you’ve got long fingernails, use ‘em on those puffy nubs… Hell, try to humiliate her too; she already looks nervous as hell… So, go ahead and give those nipples the attention you want, young tits like those are always resilient.”

A knowing nod, a smile.  “That’s better, I know you all too well… I know just what you want, trust me… I just might have a pleasant surprise for you before I’m done with her tonight.”  Her hand slipping from his, reaching up and slipping the glasses off, sliding the sweater above her head, dropping it as she slips her skirt down across her hips, the boots, no underwear, now basically naked herself she grins toward him as she shakes her short cropped hair loose.  Her thirtyish body impressive in its own right, nipples hard as rocks on perky, still firm breasts, a toned, well maintained frame, stepping back into the cubical she smiles again while tugging the door shut behind her.

“Okay Jodi… Ready to continue?”

Her hazed stare, head barely twisting as she obviously eyes Melinda undressed, a muffled, almost confused grunt through the cinch, Jodi’s body noticeably quivers as she tenses in her creaking straps without uttering an answer.

“I guess that means yes, huh?”  Melinda smirks as she steps close but off to the side knowing Jodi’s exhausted as much as confused.  Reaching out, allowing her thumbnail to trace along the side of the strap wrapping around, disappearing just beneath the fold of Jodi’s breast, allowing a fingertip to flip up over the thrust out mound from its rounded bottom upward, to circle the darker circumference of the flatly spread areola, she allows the tip of the nail to probe into the stubby nub, to flatten it into the trembling yet firm titflesh.  Ignoring Jodi’s muffled grunt, a slow twist of the probing finger sinking in over a knuckle deep, another twist back and forth before allowing the nail to slip back away, she smiles while she watches the whitened indentation disappear as the nipple again protrudes outward.

“Time to go to another level… Maybe practice a little sadomasochism, know what that is?”  Melinda smirks.  “Involves some pain… But then again, could be some pleasure too, if you allow it… Yea, let’s start right here, this firm titty… Incredible how high, so symmetrical a youthful tit can be for being so prominent.”  Cupping the other breast, she allows it to bounce up and down between the leather straps a couple times in her spreading fingertips as Jodi again quietly moans while barely resisting.

“On the other hand…”  Thumbnail, forefinger pinching together as Melinda’s voice momentarily trails off, the nails curling menacingly inward, firmly onto the hardening nipple, she scolds in a harsher voice.  “Hold still now…  Don’t move, and keep that tit pushed out here… It’s time to really see what you’ve got in you… If you’re really what we’re looking for and maybe, just maybe can fill our next spread for a very discerning sadomasochistic magazine with just you as the model.”

Glancing back toward the mirror, a knowing smirk as she feels Jodi’s breast quivering, hears her sobbing grunt but still senses hardly any resistance, she slowly presses the tips of her fingernails inward, curling, pinching toward one another into the tender flesh.  A twist, a counter clockwise twist in reverse, a tighter grip and she lifts, tugs the mound outward forcing Jodi to tiptoe on the balls of her spread feet.

“That’s it… That’s the girl… It’s okay to respond to the pain… Feel it, experience it… You can moan, whimper, even cry if you want… It’ll make the spread so much more authentic and appreciated if you react properly to the situation.”  She continues. “But for now… When I let go I want you to finish that last exercise for our guest behind the mirror… I believe we reached what?...  Eighty, yea eighty, that means there’s twenty more to go… Now I want you to really give these titties a workout this time, really make ‘em dance, understand?”

A serious pinch before letting go, the sound of Jodi’s rasping grunt of pain mixed with uncertainty, the spewing of saliva from the cinch dripping off her chin, Melinda smirks as she steps off to the side, nods.  “Do it… Now get back to the workout before we got interrupted… Bounce those tits nice and high… Do it until I tell you to stop!... Now push those tits out here… Ready, set… Go!”

Squinting as she sighs, bowing her knees while she arches her shoulders, a hesitant jump with a more noticeable grunt and her breasts briefly elongate upward, stretch between the crossing straps and ‘O’ rings forming the black leather and chrome ‘X’ across her chest.  Both breasts nearly touching her chin before she cranes her neck back as much as she can in the collar, the twin mounds flapping back down as her feet regain the floor, she nervously glances toward the mirror, toward the reflecting image of her naked body being humiliatingly exposed to whomever’s behind the glass.  The dark nipples spreading apart, jerking together before the firm melons jiggle to a brief standstill, a second jump followed by a third, again the stiff leather scraping into her bare skin, each leap brings a grunt, the sound of titflesh smacking together, smacking across her glistening breastbone.

Her thighs already bordering on raw from the abbreviated workout being painfully aggravated along with her sore clit, she jumps again more gingerly, grunts again a little louder.  Tears tracing down her cheeks, chin forced high, the black cinch stretching the corners of her lips as her exposed brilliant white teeth gnaw into the leather, the perspiration again lathers, glistens from head to toe beneath the sizzling heat lamp above her.  Another, yet another clumsy skip as the toes of one foot remain on the floor, her breasts swaying side to side as often as bouncing, her fists clench white knuckled behind her neck, her bound wrists twisting at the secured eyelet on the back of the leather choker, the rest of the skimpy paraphernalia gleaming, concealing virtually nothing to the imagination.

“Stop!... Stop it!... Stop!!!”  Melinda’s voice harsh, scolding as she steps forward, Jodi jerking to a standstill as her breasts sway, jiggle, flatten between the straps, again only her rasping breath breaks the quiet as Melinda slowly steps back and forth from one side to the other slowly shaking her head from side to side.

       “Push those tits out here… Now!... And spread those legs wider if you want to even have a chance of not having that contract torn up right now!… Looks like you’d rather be practicing for the S and M shoot.”

       Trembling, arching her shoulders, pushing her chest outward Jodi nervously obeys, inhales a whizzing deep breath.  Blinking through the mounting moisture from her eyes, tiptoeing on her spreading feet, she glares blurry eyed toward Melinda’s approaching fingernails, both hands reaching out, the thumbs and forefingers curling ominously together.

       “Push ‘em out here… Place ‘em between my fingers… Do it and stop thinking, just react to my instructions… Just react, react girl!... Or we’ll be done, and you’re back on the street with no future.”

       Moaning between rasping breaths, pressing her breasts outward, feeling the straps burrowing into her aching flesh, Jodi glances downward, reluctantly aligns her spreading breasts with Melinda’s nails.  Hesitantly pushing forward as her fists anxiously twists behind her neck, watching the bright red painted nails slipping across both damp nipples, glancing almost pleadingly toward Melinda’s blank expression, she feels the hard, sharp nails encircling, pressing together.

       “You just don’t seem to be enthused enough, Jodi… You seem to need some motivation, and not just on these nipples.”  Her voice still icy, her stare likewise, Melinda gives equal tweaks, twists to the nubs between her fingernails.  “Actually deep down… The way you’ve been acting I think you might want to be disciplined like a child, a little girl… You probably like the feel of your titties being hurt, don’t you?... Admit it, at least to yourself!”  Another tug, a harsher tweak, she can sense the nipples pulsate, throb in her fingertips.  “And, how ‘bout that clit of yours?... Didn’t think I forgot all about it, did you?”

       Her grunts muffled, both mounds stretching outward, Jodi tiptoes, arches forward.  Head slowly twisting from side to side in the chafing collar, saliva drooling off her chin, tracing across, between her contorting breasts, she reflexively twitches, jerks as the pain sears through the tortured nubs.

       “Yea… I’ve got an idea.”  Melinda’s voice quieter, patronizing, she grins.  “Yea… How ‘bout that clit hiding down there being pinched like these nipples?... See how that feels, see if that’s something you want to experience.”

       Eyes widening, glaring downward, seeing the fingernails slipping away, her breasts springing back in their firmness, smacking together as they center to a standstill between the straps, Jodi watches the tips of the painted nails tracing beneath her sternum, sliding into the curvature of her ribcage, tracing across the bottom ‘O’ ring just below her bellybutton securing the pair of straps in place before disappearing down between her raw thighs.  Drooling, shaking her head from side to side, her labium being spread, the already sore folds chafing against the edges of the pair of leather straps parting her straining legs, her moans take on the character of pleading grunts.

       “Where’s it at?... Now I know it’s down here somewhere… Come out, come out wherever you are.”  The voice teasing, the nails probing, flicking, Melinda searches for the nub in the moistness of the parted lips of Jodi’s sex even as she positions herself not to block the view from behind the mirror.  Rubbing, pressing the sensitive flesh inward with her thumb, slipping the index finger into the tight slit between the straps, squeezing, tugging, she again enjoys the feeble sounds of Jodi’s rasping grunts, her even more audible groans as she centers on the swollen nub.

       “Okay… There it is!... Now, that’s better.”  Melinda smirks as she glances back into Jodi’s squinting eyes as she menacingly fingers the throbbing nub between her nails.  “Wanna’ see how easy it is to make it bleed… Ready?”  Finger, thumb tightening, the smirk still on her face, she leans closer to Jodi’s wildly widening stare as she rasps.  “Should have worked these tits with a lot more enthusiasm then you did, huh?... Maybe you’ll work ‘em a little better now… Then again, how ‘bout I’ll give you another chance, change up again… Maybe you’d rather have your tight little pussy masturbated in front of our guest… Get off, rather then being hurt?... How’s that sound to you?”

       Eyes wide, chest pounding, finally a hesitant nod, partly confused, partly of embarrassment, even of relief, Jodi glances toward the mirror, lowers her head in acknowledgement.

Melinda smiling while craning her neck forward, cupping Jodi’s breast with her free hand and lifting it up and outward, sliding her tongue from between her own parted lips and twirling the tip across the dark oval surface of the areola, she allows her warm breath to flow across the moist, glistening mound as it bulges between her fingertips.  Flicking the tip of the chosen nipple back and forth, pressing inward, sensing the reflexive response of the shriveling nub Melinda also begins to gently manipulate Jodi’s clit with her other hand, her finger, thumb tugging, twisting ever so teasingly back and forth in miniscule strokes instead of pinches corresponding with the flicks of her curled tongue. 

       Listening closely to the wall speaker, seeing Melinda’s naked antics, Jodi’s spontaneous responses through the mirror, he briefly smiles to himself as he nods an approval to his own reflection.  Jodi’s bare flesh glistening, beading across her other still exposed breast, narrow streaks of moisture trailing, circling beneath the thrust out melon, he admires the youthful form arching, trembling beside Melinda’s glistening body, firm, not as big busted as Jodi’s, not as boyish in the hips but still top shelf.  Knowing Melinda’s bisexual, again he smiles again knowing full well her thought process, her intentions and her expertise in sexually manipulating both genders.

Melinda’s hand probing between Jodi’s spreading thighs with mounting enthusiasm, precisely pinching, tugging the responding clit outward, pressing her face close to Jodi’s, Jodi’s head twitches back and forth in front of her crossed arms as she glances time and again toward the mirror through her blinking, squinting eyes.  Over the next few erotic moments turning to minutes of Melinda massaging, manipulating that glistening, contorting body while time and again whispering something into her ear, Jodi’s body obviously responding more and more until its in a constant state of erratic spasms, he watches Melinda’s free hand finally reaching up, unsnapping a side of the cinch as she turns with a smile toward the mirror.  Her other hand finally stopping stroking, masturbating Jodi’s clit to an obviously nearing climax, Melinda pulls the wet horse away as she rasps.  “Go ahead… Tell him what you want… Tell him what you’ve been mumbling for… Now!”

“Fu… fuck me!... Oh yes!... Fuck me, please!”  Jodi’s voice rasping through the speaker as she squints her eyes shut, tiptoes on trembling legs, tries unsuccessfully to press her knees together across Melinda’s fingers, her eyelids again parting, gazing hazily toward the mirror, she moans, arches forward, jerks back, arches forward again trying to ride Melinda’s fist, get it pumping again as she blurts out.  “Fuck me… Ohhhhh… Please… Someone in there fuck me… Please… Please!... Ohhhh!”

Melinda smirking toward the mirror, nodding toward Jodi’s incredibly erotic body glistening, shuddering in short spasms in the dampening black leather straps, again redoing the cinch, she rasps.  “Want to come on out here and stick that cock of yours in her?… Help her finish her orgasm… That’s obviously what she wants now, you heard her!”  Glancing back toward Jodi, another teasing tweak of her swollen, twitching clit causing her thighs to again noticeably quiver, her knees to bow, she presses her lips across Jodi’s ear, whispers.  “I just might want you to suck my pussy too after we let you get your orgasm, okay with that, girl?”

Feeling the painful but somehow now immeasurably pleasurable pinch, succumbing to reflexive jerk after reflexive jerk of her hips as her fists clench behind her matted hair, her eyes rolling, neck craning as her naked body spasms, Jodi can’t help herself from acknowledging whatever she’s asked to do while again tiptoeing from foot to foot.  “Yeeees!… Huh hu… Oh Yesssss… O… Okay, okay… I will, I will!... Yesssss!”

“That’s what I thought.”  Again releasing the puffy nub from between her manipulating nails, watching Jodi’s quivering breasts streaking with perspiration, Melinda cups her own breast, teases her own swelling nipple with a playful pinch.  “Maybe I’ll let you suck on my titty too, see if you can satisfy another woman with your lips and tongue as good as I can after we let you cum, huh?... Then again, maybe he won’t come in and finish fucking you until you orgasm first… Don’t want that, do you?”  A hesitation, stepping back with a grin as she slips her shimmering hands free after a final tweak, Melinda again glances toward the mirror, back toward Jodi, again toward the mirror with a smiling, knowing nod.

Her breath rasping from her flailing nostrils, her bare flesh rippling, glistening beneath the heated lighting, both nipples still showing indented bruising on her jiggling breasts, again squinting straight ahead her thoughts are no longer of confusion, embarrassment, but the hope that she’s not going to be denied an orgasm.  Inhaling, exhaling, her womb pulsing, clit throbbing with each heartbeat as the door beside the mirror swings open, she spreads her feet wider apart, thrusts her hips outward in frustrated eagerness.

End Chapter One… To be continued……

  

                   

    

       

       

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…..

             

 

  

 

     

       

SUBMISSION

Chapter Three  ‘The Whale’

       

Watching the monitors, especially of the veranda, the foyer, the great room, he sits back with a sense of pride mixed with a pinch of amusement.  Virtually every expected major client having arrived, he realizes the holiday weekend’s guaranteed to be an overwhelming success.

       Focusing on the great hall with the center screen, his prize acquisition posing as instructed on a raised oval platform, he watches his assistant Melinda elegantly dressed and positioned next to the dais while it ever so slowly rotates in its clockwise setting.  Jodi the center of attention, naked from head to toe, her tan body radiates sexuality, a youthful, vigorous sample of what he’ll be offering in his next series of sadomasochistic videos.

       Being displayed with her waist at eye level, the red satin and chrome pillared rope barricade  positioned an even yard out from the podium completely encircling it, she’s close enough to experience the scent of her sexuality, yet not in hand’s reach.  Slowly rotating at the moment with her backside exposed to the camera mounted on the front wall, standing erect at strict attention, feet together with palms flat against her outer thighs, shoulders thrust back, her barely damp hair teasingly flips across her shoulders, the disheveled strands brushing across the upper curves of her pendulous breasts as the slowly oscillating concealed fan in the ceiling centers down across her.

       Thinking how she’s magnificent in her nudeness, the rare breed that actually looks better out of clothes instead of in them, he finds himself focusing more toward the image of her naked front side slowly turning toward the camera then continuing to observe the mesmerized crowd.  Those breasts bordering on overly large as they come into full view, more then abundant for her long legged, athletic frame, the nipples high, perfectly centered and standing apart, she couldn’t have been more perfectly sculptured for the fetish industry.

       Checking, sure the monitors are being taped, he steps toward the mirror, double checks his appearance.  Flicking off the lights, locking the door behind him, a few steps down the hall and he descends the circular staircase.  The imposing foyer, oversized shimmering black and white tile square flooring beneath the crystal chandelier, gold inlaid archways with renaissance artwork becoming the grandeur of the estate, stepping toward the great room, tugging on his cufflinks, his tux impeccable, he makes his presence.

       Glancing around, the couple dozen or so specially invited guests mingling toward the podium, he hesitates while again struck with his protégé’s appearance.  Even more incredible live then the view on the monitor made possible, every curve, every nuance of her naked form either glistening or quietly shaded from an overhead illumination of the strategic lighting; he again scans the audience, especially searching for the real movers and shakers of his clientele.

       ‘Thomas…’

       Glancing back, the voice instantly as recognizable as unforgettable, he’s more then mildly surprised and even more pleased to see the ‘whale’ of his clients for just the third time in the past half decade or so.  A person of unimaginable means with an equally undeniable quench for the erotic, his appearance can mean only one thing, the desirability of his new girl.

       ‘Sir Henry….’

       ‘Yes Thomas.  You’ve tweaked my interest with the outtakes you sent me of your young morsel, I had to visit, see her in the flesh before you proceeded with sharing her with these.  Well, what can I say?  These, these…..’

       Approaching closer to him as the man’s cane waves between them, thinking to himself how his title befits his appearance, more closely the true overly pudgy appearance of Henry the Eighth, not the recent mini series romanticized effort of a cable network, he reaches out, shakes the thick, ring laden hand of the rounder then tall man from the other side of the ‘pond’.  ‘Yes, I’m somewhat surprised, pleasantly that is, to see you honor me with your presence.’

       ‘Come now.’  He smirks as he taps the tip of his opulent cane across the floor.  ‘You’re happy as hell to see me because you know you’re very likely to be relieving me of a good chunk of my wealth.  Admit it, Thomas; you can’t wait to turn my English pounds into American dollars.

       Watching his eyes focusing on the podium, toward Jodi’s full frontal view, again her body’s taking on an even more enticing appearance, one of pure gold bullion, the only thing Sir Henry really barters with when ‘collecting’ what he craves, not pounds or dollars that can be traced.

       ‘Let’s step closer Thomas.’  Sir Henry states more then asks as he waves the cane to and fro.  ‘And ask these… These, well ask them to step aside momentarily.’

       ‘Certainly.’

       Taking the lead, nodding toward Melinda with a short, crisp wave of a hand, and he hesitates as she requests the others to step back a few steps.

       ‘Out of the room, all of them.  Please, Thomas.’

       Amusing Sir Henry’s next request, nodding toward Melinda once again, knowing his demeanor and insistence, likewise knowing his financial means and willingness to depart with considerable amounts of the same, he ignores the muffling undertones as the rest of the group’s hoarded toward the hall.

       ‘The door Thomas.  I’d appreciate our privacy, just the three of us.  Please close it.’

       ‘Certainly.’

       A final nod, Melinda closing the sliding double doors, the room echoes with the result.

       ‘Good… Good Thomas, now let’s get a closer look, shall we?’

       Stepping close to the rope, Jodi’s left side having rotated to the center of attention as her breasts jaunt outward as does her buttocks, her fresh scents’ undeniable as her naked body glistens.

       ‘Stop!  I mean could you stop this contraption?  Have her facing us, Thomas?’

One hand flexing the rope as his other rests the cane against a post, his anxiousness is obvious as his eyes remain on the naked girl.

       ‘Sure.’

A flick of a button  aside the top of the main pillar, the podium turning a little quicker, her body slightly jerking as she momentarily struggles to maintain her balance, another flick of the switch and she stands facing the front of the room, again collecting herself to stand at attention on the now stationary platform.

‘Yes Thomas.  Yes, very nice.  She’s even better in the flesh, isn’t she?  Thank you.’

Lifting a hook, allowing the rope’s chromed end to drop and sway just above the floor, Sir Henry gives a bit of a shrug as he steps closer, reaches out and allows a fingertip to rest just above her hollowing navel.  Her stomach quivering as her eyes squint before staring straight ahead, her lips remain slightly parted beneath her pert nose.

‘Young.  So young Thomas, and so firm.’  Finally taking his eyes away, briefly, then just as quickly glancing back, his voice drops a notch as his hand rises to just below a thrust out breast.  ‘May I?  May I Thomas?’  Not awaiting an answer, cupping thumb and fingers, gently pressing inward while lifting upwards across her breastbone, his fingers meld into her titflesh, hoisting, suspending the firm mound as her nipple visibly jiggles to a standstill.  Cupping her other breast likewise, a calculated twist, rotation of his hands in opposite directions, he glances from one puffing nipple to the other as they bulge outwards with his gentle squeezes.

‘Exquisite.  I wouldn’t believe her breasts true naturalness if I wasn’t examining, touching them.  So soft, yet almost defiantly firm, along with the girth and fullness, a perplexing example of maturity and youthfulness so few females are fortunate enough to acquire naturally at any point in their years.’  He mutters, as much to himself as anyone else.

Understanding where his observations are coming from, knowing him from their previous negotiations, he doubts she has the slightest inkling of his true meaning, the fact her breasts are perfect for his darkest fantasies, not just incredibly exotic but perfect for more sinister uses like full globular piercings, extended suspensions, the normal things that augmented breasts for obvious reasons would prohibit, not to mention the abnormal things that only someone with his mind could conjure up.   

Allowing his hands to slide lower, her breasts to lift up and away from his circling fingers, thumbs, his forefingers to glide down across the arch of her ribcage, to glide across the faint outlines of her pronounced abs, to circle the indentation of her bellybutton, her body responds correspondingly with visible quivers.

‘Sensitive too.  And so responsive to one’s touch.’  Sir Henry continues with a hint of a quiver in his tone.  ‘Someone who would be so perfect too …………..’

Watching from a couple steps back, glancing toward her face as much as her nude form, her stare affixed toward the shut doors, he realizes how well she’s taken to her brief training for one so young.  Remaining stationary except for the uncontrollable succinct tremors as his roaming hands glide even lower, finally his fingers touch the softly sloped mound of her pubic area, press between her naturally separated thighs.

‘Ohhhh!’

Her first audible utterance, low, muffled as a couple of his fingertips flitter across the soft folds of her labium, disappearing a knuckle deep into the moist slit, again her body twitches.

‘Ohhh, she says.’  He smiles knowingly toward Thomas as he mimics her.  ‘Ohhh, yes, her voice so soft, tantalizing, so sweet.  Such a match, body and soul.  I can imagine just her and me, a couple hours into a private session between just the two of us, can’t you, Thomas?’

A trio of slow, soft thrusts a couple knuckles inward before allowing his fingers to glide free of the moist flesh between her quivering thighs, he steps in a sort of waddle around the podium while still inside the swaying rope.  Both hands gliding around, beneath, above the firm twin mounds of her buttocks, forefingers outlining the taut orbs of her butt-cheeks, he again glances toward Thomas with an appreciative nod, obviously satisfied with what he’s examined.

‘I’ve seen all I need to see for now, Thomas.’  He smiles as he steps back while a fingertip teasingly trails into the crease beginning beneath the pair of matching dimples prominent in the small of her back.  ‘A tight little butt too, I would venture.’

Slipping the end of the swaying rope back into place as he steps outside it, a nod toward the door as he retrieves the cane, he steps toward the closed entrance, his rotund backside appearance rivaling a shorter Orson Wells.  ‘Let’s go have a talk, Thomas my friend, shall we?’

The double doors sliding apart, Melinda waiting in front of the others, the men step past through the mingling crowd.  Up the stairway, entering the room behind Sir Henry, the empty office is dark except for the monitors as he flicks the light switch.  The chairs on either side of the desk, Sir Henry slides back into the facing chair, lays the cane across his lap.

‘Well Thomas….’

‘She’s something, huh?’

‘She’s something I must have, you know, Thomas.  How much, let’s cut to the chase.’

‘I’ve plans for her.  At least for the……..’

‘How much, Thomas?’  Sir Henry butts in, nods toward the center monitor still displaying Jodi, the others again gathering around her while he taps the side of his cane across his knees.  ‘Name it, want a blank check?’

‘You know you’ll be the first when it’s time.’

‘I want to take her with me tonight.  Tonight, Thomas. Tonight.’

‘What about the others.  They’re all here for the same reason.’  Thomas explains.  ‘They’re here for the weekend, and that leaves the rest of the day today and all day tomorrow with access to my stable, so to speak.’

‘Well.  Give ‘em access to the rest of your stable.’

‘The heavy hitters are here mainly for her.  Just like you, Sir Henry.  That’s mostly why they’re here.’

Again both glancing toward the monitor, picking out a couple of the other more well to do clientele sprinkled about here and there who infrequently attend the annual presentation, Thomas continues.  ‘See, see what I mean?  They at least deserve a live session with her as the centerpiece, don’t you agree?

‘I see your point, to an extent Thomas.’  Sir Henry counters. 

‘Then just enjoy this evening along with the rest.’  Thomas interjects.  ‘Watch Jodi please the others tonight and we’ll discuss the business you’re interested in discussing tomorrow, late tomorrow, agreed?’

‘If you make me one promise right now, never mind tomorrow, Thomas.’  Sir Henry nods.  ‘Bring her over to my estate next weekend.  My plane, limo, everything.  No expense to you, of course.’

‘Of course, agreed.’

Back in the great room, the podium again making its revolutions, the lighting shimmering off Jodi’s naked form as she rotates ever so slowly at attention, Melinda again stands next to the ropes, interjects with the mingling clients while counting down toward the exhibition soon to be given.

End Chapter Three…………….

   

 

      

 

           

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…………