A Talent for Surrender (12 page)

‘Can you see how much he loves it, Dan? How much he loves me to humiliate and abuse him.’ Sadie bent down and fingered the man’s nipple. His body juddered but he didn’t stop sucking.

The kneeling man’s hand slid unconsciously to his crotch. His fingers pulled at the studded metal codpiece. Dan was pretty sure that he must be hard underneath it. He knew that, if it were him, he’d want to rip off the leather and free his erection. He’d begin to wank, stroking it urgently in his tight fist as the slave fucked his face and he wouldn’t stop until he’d shot his hot seed all over the stone floor.

Dan heard the clack of Sadie’s boot heels against the flagstones. The kneeling man was so focused on sucking the slave’s cock and fingering his own crotch that he didn’t notice Sadie approaching and removing a long swishy cane from her utility belt. She flicked the cane’s slender tip across the back of the man’s fingers. He snatched back his hand, grunted and spat out the slave’s cock. He hung his head.

‘Sorry, mistress.’ His voice was full of shame and contrition.

‘I should think so. Go over there.’ She pointed. ‘Now!’

The man began to stand up, but Sadie pushed him back down.

‘On your knees.’

The man crawled slowly away, his head hanging in shame. When he’d reached the whipping bench Sadie walked across and spent a moment cuffing him to one of the bench’s many restraints. She had chosen one close to the ground so that the man had no choice but to bend forwards, his head practically on the floor. When she’d finished, Sadie stood up and delivered two stinging strokes of the cane across the man’s upturned arse.

‘Thank you, mistress.’ The man’s voice was quiet and Dan thought he sounded broken and ashamed.

‘You.’ Sadie pointed at the transvestite. ‘Follow me.’ Sadie walked back over to the slave and he followed. ‘Kneel down.’

The transvestite looked down at the floor, clearly conflicted. ‘But . . . the floor is dirty, mistress.’

‘I’m well aware of that but when I issue an order I expect it to be obeyed.’

He got down on his knees. Dan noticed that he achieved the manoeuvre with considerable elegance in spite of his high heels.

‘Wank into his face please, slave. And get a move on, because I haven’t got all day.’ Sadie walked over to her throne and sat down, affecting boredom.

The transvestite waited, his face upturned and expectant. The slave gripped his cock in his fist and began to wank. Dan saw his eyes close as he slid his foreskin backwards and forwards over his swollen helmet. He could see that the slave’s balls were already riding his shaft and the tip of his cock was glistening with pre-come.

Dan saw Dave step closer to them, focusing in on the scene. Dennis shadowed his steps so as not to disturb the cables that linked his mixer to the camera. Dan’s cock was half hard. Sweat prickled in his armpits.

The transvestite wore a long blonde wig. He was elaborately made up with green eye shadow and exaggeratedly arched Elizabeth Taylor eyebrows. His lips were a shiny tarty red and they glistened in the bright lights. Dan could see his stocking tops and a couple of inches of pale thigh peeking out from under the hem of his skirt.

The slave was wanking furiously. He was grunting and panting. His half-lowered shorts cut across the bottom of his buttocks. A smudge of fading bruises marked the outer edge of one of his cheeks and a fresher series of stripes could be seen at the top of his thighs.

Dan’s face felt hot. His crotch ached. He noticed that the slave’s legs seemed to be quivering. He was rubbing his cock in short urgent strokes. He reached down with his other hand and began to stroke his balls. The transvestite’s eyes glistened. He licked his painted lips.

The slave began to gasp and shake. He pulled back his foreskin with a sudden urgent motion and Dan saw his cock begin to twitch and spurt. A strand of thick creamy come splashed onto the transvestite’s face, right across his mouth. A second squirt splashed across his cheek.

He knelt motionless with eyes closed as rope after rope of hot sperm landed on his face. His hands, resting on his parted thighs, were clenched and trembling. An obvious erection stuck up under the front of his skirt.

The fine hairs on the back of Dan’s neck were erect and tingling. When the slave stopped coming he didn’t move. He looked down at the transvestite, cock still in hand as he got his breath back.

‘Rub it into his face please,’ Sadie called over from her chair, her voice sounding distracted and bored.

The slave released his cock and rubbed his sperm all over the transvestite’s face, smearing his make-up. Soon his face was a filthy mess of colour and gleaming sperm.

When the slave was finished he looked at his dirty hand in disgust then pulled up and zipped his shorts. Sadie walked slowly over to the two men. She unhooked the cane from her belt and used its slender tip to lift the front of the transvestite’s skirt. She turned to the slave.

‘What’s the meaning of this? Our guest is improperly dressed. You know perfectly well that you should have given him a cache-sex to wear. If I’d wanted to see his worthless cock and his pathetic little erection I’d have said so.’

The slave looked at the floor. ‘I’m sorry, mistress, I forgot.’

‘I’m not interested in your excuses. That’s a second demerit you’ve earned yourself and, I assure you, my punishment will be severe. Now take these two out and bring in our next guests.’

The slave escorted out the two men. Sadie turned to Dan. ‘I know he misbehaves because he wants me to punish him and he knows that I know . . .’

‘So how does that work? If you punish him because he wants it isn’t he the one in control? What do they call that? Topping from the bottom?’

Sadie nodded. ‘Yes, that’s right . . . A slave usually wants a particular kind of punishment and that’s what he hopes he’ll get so I always make sure that my punishment is something he neither expects nor desires. Believe me, he knows which one of us is really in charge.’

‘I don’t doubt it.’

Sadie was smiling slightly as she spoke. Her eyes were huge and brown and they seemed to see straight into his soul. Dan couldn’t imagine that anyone would be brave enough to defy her, let alone attempt to manipulate her. He looked away.

‘If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go and change.’ Sadie walked away.

A moment later the slave appeared leading a man on a lead. He was wearing a hospital gown. At the back it didn’t quite meet so that six inches of buttock was clearly visible. Dan could see that the man already had an erection. The slave led him over to the medical chair and began to fasten him to it with the leather restraints.

The straps and buckles were made of thick leather which creaked as the slave fastened them and lined with sheepskin. When the slave had finished with the patient’s wrists he lifted his legs into the stirrups and fastened the restraints at his ankles.

He folded back the bottom of the man’s gown, exposing his cock, then draped his legs and belly with green cloths, as if in readiness for surgery. Dan could see that the man was trembling with excitement. The slave picked up something metal from a trolley beside the chair and began to fit it to the patient’s mouth. It took Dan a second to realise that it was a gag, the kind used to force a patient’s mouth open during dental surgery.

The door creaked open and Sadie entered the room. She was wearing a rubber outfit which Dan immediately recognised as a parody of a nurse’s uniform. The dress barely reached her bottom, and beneath it she was wearing black fishnet stockings. On her feet were shiny patent leather black lace-up shoes with heels so high and slender that Dan wondered how they could possibly support her weight. She clacked across the room and the patient’s eyes followed her, full of excitement and trepidation.

The final client of the day had been an adult baby. The slave had dragged in an enormous cot and the bonnet-wearing baby had climbed contentedly into it and promptly wet his nappy. Sadie had changed into a flowery matronly dress and she chatted and cooed to the man in baby talk, changing his soiled nappy and dressing him in frilly girly dresses and bibs. At the end of the scene she had unbuttoned her dress and offered him her nipple. He had nestled in her arms, his eyes closed and one hand cupping her breast. It had looked so satisfying, complete and intimate that it was only after the slave had escorted the man out that Dan realised there had been no sexual contact at all.

‘I hope you’ve got enough material.’ Sadie closed the door behind the departing client.

‘Plenty, thank you.’

‘And what did you think?’ Sadie smiled, her eyes full of mischief and curiosity.

‘I can’t even begin to answer that . . . some of it was frankly disgusting and some of it was unexpectedly erotic but all of it was fascinating . . .’ Dan hesitated. ‘Can I ask you a question?’

‘Of course. After what you’ve seen today you can’t possibly believe I have anything to hide.’

‘No, you’ve been incredibly open. The last man . . . the adult baby. When you breastfed him it was – I don’t know – utterly captivating. And I couldn’t help wondering . . . are you actually lactating?’

Sadie smiled. She leaned in close and Dan could smell her perfume. ‘Actually I’m not . . . though I rather sense that you’d prefer it if I was. I hope you’re not disappointed.’

Dan laughed. ‘I can see I’ve got a lot to learn. Can we have a chat in a minute? I’ve got a few questions.’

She nodded. ‘Sure. Give me ten minutes and then come up to the kitchen. It’s on the floor above us at the back of the house. I’ll put the coffee on.’

‘See you soon.’ He watched Sadie walk away. He looked over at Dave and Dennis and saw that they were watching the day’s filming on the portable monitor. They wouldn’t miss him for a minute. He left the room and headed down the corridor to the toilet. He locked himself in a cubicle and unzipped his fly. He manhandled his cock, pulling it up over his boxers.

He wrapped his fist around it. It was already half hard, pumped with blood and tingling. His skin felt alive and sensitive. His crotch ached. He pumped his cock and it began to grow, thickening and lengthening until it felt as hard as rock in his hand. His helmet was purple and tight and glistening. He felt his scrotum contracting and thickening as his balls hugged his shaft.

Heat and excitement pumped through his veins. He was gasping and panting. Dan could feel his arse muscles contracting and hardening. His hand pumped rhythmically, slapping noisily against his body on the down-stroke.

He closed his eyes and imagined himself on his knees, naked in front of Sadie. He pictured her cold cruel eyes on him and the hint of a sneer on her beautiful lips. Perhaps she would extend her booted foot towards him, inviting him wordlessly to kiss and lick the gleaming leather.

He knew that he would eagerly comply, lavishing the leather with his wet tongue as hungrily and willingly as any one of her clients – even though he’d never so much as contemplated such a thing before today.

It made no sense, but he didn’t care. It felt good. Her vicious heels, her imperious voice and her absolute expectation of obedience all somehow combined into a single image of perfect womanhood for Dan.

He wanked his cock frantically. He allowed himself to imagine what Sadie might look like beneath her rubber and leather. The cat suit had left nothing to the imagination. He knew she was slender but shapely and that her breasts were small and pointed. Her prominent nipples had been clearly obvious and he wondered if she liked them to be sucked and bitten like Sarah did. Or maybe she preferred them to be teased and coaxed with the tip of a finger.

Dan imagined kneeling at her feet and slowly peeling down her cat suit. He pictured himself pulling the clinging fabric down over her hips and thighs, revealing the flat plane of her belly and, a moment later, the dark V of her crotch, with its neat trimmed triangle of hair.

His cock was rigid. Shivers travelled up and down his spine. He imagined Sadie’s beautiful disapproving face looking down at him as he handled his cock. Would she sneer and look away or would he see interest, even arousal shining in her eyes? He pictured her parted lips, puffy and berry-dark as she watched him wank and her heaving chest, betraying her arousal.

His thighs were trembling. The air was filled with the sound of his urgent breathing and the rhythmic slapping of his hand. He screwed his eyes up tightly, focusing his attention inwards and imagined her hand sliding down the zip of her cat suit and dipping under the leather to finger the hot groove between her legs.

His heart was pounding. His crotch ached. He thrust his hips forwards and brought his hand down hard. He grunted and gasped. His cock throbbed in his hand. He arched his back. Relief and satisfaction flooded through him. Spunk splashed against the toilet door.

When he’d got his breath back he used toilet paper to clean himself then carefully wiped the evidence off the door. He put his cock away, let himself out of the toilet cubicle and washed his hands. He walked back down the corridor on unsteady legs and let himself into the dungeon.

As he closed the door behind him he was greeted by the sound of Dave and Dennis giving him a slow handclap. He looked from one to the other, mystified.

‘What’s up?’

‘Sorry, Dan, but you’ve still got your radio mike on.’ Dennis tapped the mixer. ‘We heard everything.’

Seven

Dan joined in the laughter. He should have remembered about the mike but his urgent need to relieve his excitement had been the only thing on his mind. He told the crew to pack up and head home in the van.

He climbed the stairs and found Sadie sitting at the kitchen table. She’d taken off her mummy dress and was wearing a clinging long-sleeved black T-shirt and a long purple velvet skirt over a pair of black ankle boots. The dark outfit emphasised her slenderness and, Dan thought, gave her the look of a healthy vampire.