The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (4 page)

‘Mrs Peters believes it would do you good to witness me at work. I may occasionally need assistance; it will depend on the will of the client.
Everything …
’ she paused to emphasise the point, ‘… depends on the will of the client. Yes?’

‘Of course.’ Jess remembered Lee’s warning about how important these clients were and a flash of relief that she would probably only watch surged through her, only to find itself mingling with a confused disappointment that she might not be going to take part in the proceedings.

‘You will speak only when spoken to. You will do whatever our guest asks you to,
if
they ask. If I wish for your help I will ask our guest for permission first.’

Jess nodded.

‘I suggest you stand over there. You will not move unless I request you to do otherwise.’ Miss Sarah pointed to the gap between the mirror and the wall mounted height chart, a spot that would ensure she could see everything that happened on the couch, and be seen by the guest that occupied said couch at all times.

There was a knock at the door, and Jess felt her insides freeze. Miss Sarah, as calm as ever, gave Jess a final assessing look and went to answer it.

Just as Miss Sarah’s hand reached the handle, she said, ‘Don’t be alarmed by what I do to this person. It is precisely what they have come here for, and I have been trained to do it.’

As the familiar sensation of being torn between wanting to run and wanting to stay consumed her, sick with foreboding, Jess suddenly knew what it felt like to be a rabbit caught in headlights. Fascinated by the coming brightness, knowing it brought danger, but simply unable to resist ...

Chapter Four

The guest was not what Jess has been expecting. For a start it was a woman.

Tall, slender, but rather severe looking in her designer suit and power heels, she put her briefcase down as casually as if she was popping into the doctor’s surgery for a general check-up. Neatly cropped black hair was pulled back into a short businesslike pony-tail, and her subtly made-up coal grey eyes swept the room; they lingered rather longer than was comfortable on Jess.

Miss Sarah took the jacket from her client’s shoulders. ‘Which scenario today, madam?’

‘Session B I think.’ The woman gave Miss Sarah a half smile, a smile that died as her gaze turned to Jess. ‘Is the girl staying?’

Miss Sarah answered the question as bluntly as it had been asked, ‘I am training her. Naturally, if you wish her to leave, then I will dismiss her at once.’

There was a brief silence. As Jess’s heart thumped inside her ribcage, she wasn’t sure if she was hoping to be asked to leave or not.

‘She might be a pleasant distraction when things get, shall we say, cramped. She can stay.’

‘Very good, madam,’ Miss Sarah moved to Jess. ‘You may stay, Miss Sanders, but you will not move, and you will not touch yourself.’

Jess exhaled gently as she privately came to terms with the fact that she’d have been disappointed if she hadn’t been allowed to witness whatever was about to happen. She already wanted to find out what the woman meant by “cramped”.

With a lack of self-consciousness which Jess could only envy, the woman Miss Sarah referred to as madam, striped off her blouse and skirt. standing only in a crimson bra and matching thong, she then allowed Miss Sarah to assist her in the removal of her underwear.

Already finding it difficult to keep in her position against the wall, Jess couldn’t prevent her eyes from straying between madam’s small breasts and towards her totally shaved pussy.

Her body’s reaction to the women in this hotel had been Jess’s biggest shock since she’d begun to work at Fables. She’d excused her unexpected arousal by telling herself that Mrs Peters and Miss Sarah were professionals; they exuded a sexiness that was impossible to ignore. This woman, however, was an outsider. Jess was disconcerted to find she was equally turned on by her presence and realised her previous excuses held no water.

The clerk thought back to the evening before, alone at her kitchen table, the local paper open at the page of job advertisements, knowing she should be hunting for alternative employment. Totally convinced she shouldn’t even bother getting up and going to Fables in the morning, Jess was equally convinced she would go anyway, that searching for new employment was merely a gesture to her troubled conscience.

Staring at Miss Sarah as she helped the naked woman onto the medical bed, Lee’s words echoed in Jess’s brain yet again. Did she really want to know how far she could go? Could it be that, by accident, she had stumbled across a side of her sexuality that she actually needed to be fulfilled? Jess shut her eyes, trying to clear the voice from her head that was telling her to accept this as a fact, a voice that seemed all the more shocking because it was her own.

When she finally opened her eyes, Jess found herself looking directly at Miss Sarah, ‘Sorry.’ A blush covered the clerk’s face in the presence of Miss Sarah’s displeasure.

‘I think Mrs Peters would require you to pay more attention than that, Miss Sanders.’

Rather than risking an audible reply, Jess inclined her head meekly, in the manner she’d seen Lee adopt. Enough to show respect, but not enough to miss what was happening.

Satisfied that Jess was now paying attention, Miss Sarah returned to the client, who was lying perfectly flat on the bed. Raising the woman’s head, Miss Sarah undid the ponytail, and placed a cushion beneath her head. Black hair hung loose around the pillow, making madam appear younger and more vulnerable somehow. Then, operating a previously unseen catch from under the bed, Miss Sarah pulled out a wide PVC strap and passed it over madam’s stomach, fastening it beneath the opposite side of the bed. Jess could see that it was pulled very tight, for the white band was digging into the flat sun-tanned stomach, as taut as an elastic band ready to snap.

Madam didn’t make a sound as Miss Sarah took both her wrists and levered them high above her head, so they were stretched out beyond the support of the couch. Tying the wrists deftly together with surgical tape, Miss Sarah left them hanging unsupported, before focusing on her customer’s ankles.

Jess held her breath as Miss Sarah pushed her guest’s legs up and outwards at the knee, so that they were almost off the bed. Then, with more surgical tape, she began to attach each ankle to madam’s thighs, trussing her up so that her channel was at its most visible and exposed.

The clerk could only imagine how uncomfortable the woman must be, yet it was clear from the pertness of her dark brown nipples, and the light sheen glistening around her vagina, that she was excited by her lack of control.

Silently checking each of the bindings she had put in place, Miss Sarah said, ‘I am ready. Remember, madam, to stop this session early you must say “Quit”, no other word will end this. Yes?’

‘Yes.’ She confirmed her readiness to begin the game, but madam’s tone, and the increased rise and fall of her tethered ribcage told Jess just how keyed up she was.

‘Very well.’ Miss Sarah adjusted the sound system, and flooded Room 53 with the soothing strains of Beethoven. Then she opened one of the white cupboard doors and brought out a metal tray of medical instruments.

The moment she saw them Jess’s stomach contracted. Surely madam didn’t get off on that, did she?

A speculum, medical gloves, and a tube of lube lay on the tray. Immediately Miss Sarah snapped on the gloves, but rather than picking up the metal tool that Jess associated with the uncomfortable yet essential smear, Miss Sarah began to stroke a single latex-covered finger over and around madam’s nub.

The sound that came from the businesswoman’s lips was deep and full of relief.

Jess shot her gaze from Miss Sarah’s busy digit, to madam’s face and back again. The grey eyes were closed and her thin red lips were clamped together. A sticky trickle of sweat ran down between Jess’s shoulder blades as she observed the scene. Her outfit was becoming warmer by the minute, and she could feel her tits chaffing against the inside of the costume. Shuffling her feet, careful not to alert the others to her fidgeting, a gush of liquid oozed from her pussy as she watched madam begin to react more obviously to Miss Sarah’s ministrations.

Unable to move her hips or stomach properly, madam’s buttocks rose marginally, and her arms swayed a little behind her head. A protracted groan escaped from the client as Miss Sarah added a second finger to the first. Moments later the groan developed into a low whimper, as madam struggled not to beg Miss Sarah to put something inside her soaking pussy.

Suddenly Miss Sarah stood back, causing madam to gulp with loss. ‘I believe,’ the mistress said slowly, ‘that Session B doesn’t allow you to make more than “reasonable noise”. If you make a row like that again, I shall have to gag you.’

Rather than protest, madam nodded like a chastised child.

Standing to one side of her guest, Miss Sarah placed one gloved hand back over her clit, and the other on the very tip of her right breast. Jess’s own nipples grew in aching sympathy as the skilled fingers of the pseudo-nurse played over the nipple, neither holding it nor squeezing it, but merely caressing its tip in a fashion designed to drive the recipient to distraction.

Madam’s intense expression of concentration doubled, and Jess could see that her teeth were being ground together in an attempt not to call out.

As Miss Sarah continued to work, the client’s body began to shake, making little sucking sounds against the strap. The blue paper that covered the bed had stuck to her back, and tiny dots like tears had gathered at the corners of her shut eyes.

Jess, her own fight against arousal having been given up almost straight away, wondered if she could have withstood such treatment without climaxing already, or without at least begging for permission to come. She suspected not. Not brave enough to turn from the action in case Miss Sarah noticed, Jess tried to decelerate her rapid breathing by thinking about something else, but it was impossible. She was just contemplating what would happen if the client did beg for some attention, when a weak voice from the bed said, ‘Please ...’

Miss Sarah instantly ceased her attentions. ‘Please?’ Her voice was stern, ‘To end this, you say “Quit”, otherwise you are not supposed to speak.’

‘The next stage. Pleaseeeee ... I ...’

Jess studied each woman’s reactions carefully. Would Miss Sarah oblige? After all, madam was paying for this.

‘A few more minutes I think. Then, perhaps I will continue to the next stage.
If
you are good and quiet.’

The tears that had gathered at the corners of madams eyes began to run more freely as Miss Sarah returned to her torturous rubbing. The nipple that hadn’t been touched was stiff and hard with neglect, but the one that had been receiving all the attention was bright red, and as Jess watched, she was sure she could see the skin was beginning to crack. Yet it was how madam hadn’t climaxed beneath the glove at her crotch that fascinated Jess. The woman’s torso was rising up and down, her breathing was laboured and her hands were clasped together above her head. Jess couldn’t help speculating how heavy her arms felt as they hung off the bed. She glanced at the clock on the wall, another minute had gone by and the perspiration on madam’s forehead had spread to her neck.

Jess bought her palms to her own chest. She couldn’t help it. The fabric itself actually felt hot, and her nipples were trying to break out on their own as her tits swelled under the uniform. Cupping her breasts Jess failed to contain the sigh of relief her body gave at the brief moment of physical contact.

Miss Sarah regarded her sharply, her face darkening, but she said nothing as Jess guiltily dropped her arms back to her sides.

Three more strokes of the sore nipple and the dominatrix nurse stepped away from the bed. Once again the abrupt cessation of stimulation made madam cry out. Saying nothing, Miss Sarah picked up the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount between her fingers. She was about to administer it to madam’s mound when she stopped, ‘I realise this is a deviation from your scenario, but I will allow Miss Sanders to distract you if you wish. I am ashamed to say it appears she cannot be trusted to just stand and observe as I had hoped, so she may as well be of some use to us.’

Madam, her skin flushed with red blotches, had no saliva left in her mouth with which to speak, but inclined her head a fraction, her eyes shining with a lustful desire that belied her exhausted state.

‘Miss Sanders come here please.’ Jess didn’t hesitate. ‘I am about to add the speculum to madam. This can be a little uncomfortable; I’d like you to take her mind off things by suckling the neglected teat.’

Jess, her own body shaking, moved to the opposite side of the table, and examined the pert globe that seemed to stare back at her beseechingly. She felt a moment of panic as the two women waited for her to act, Miss Sarah with impatience, madam with a quiet desperation. Knowing she couldn’t wait any longer Jess leant forward and engulfed the nipple between her lips. Some previously hidden instinct took over, and she was surprised to discover she knew exactly what to do. Swirling the pleasantly rough tip round her mouth, a frisson of satisfaction flooded her as she heard madam moan with delight. Building in confidence Jess brought a hand to the breast and began to stroke the underside gently in a way she knew she would enjoy herself, while her tongue and lips glided over the soft flesh.

Madam’s body stiffened and Jess knew the lube must be being applied. She could imagine all too well how it would feel to have the freezing gel pushed up inside her hot snatch, perhaps with one finger, maybe with two or even three. Jess’s pulse tweaked up a notch and she closed her eyes, taking her own craving out on the flesh between her teeth, biting and pinching it, making madam squeak with pain and shake with longing.

The clatter of metal against metal told Jess that Miss Sarah must have picked up the speculum. Then an impulsive jerk from the bed forced Jess to open her eyes again. She saw Miss Sarah below her, easing the fearsome medical instrument in place. To try and divert madam’s attention Jess began to slow her licks, making them strong and steady, amazed as the teat hardened even further between her teeth as she grazed the tip.

‘Miss Sanders.’ Jess stood up at the sound of Miss Sarah’s voice. ‘Here please.’

Jess couldn’t contain her sharp intake of breath when she saw madam’s vagina stretched so wide open, clamped in place by the gadget still in Miss Sarah’s hand.

‘Madam likes to get off on lack of control,’ Miss Sarah said in a hushed whisper. ‘The sensation of being completely empty and open, when all her body really wants is to be very, very full. That’s what does it for her.’ Jess’s forehead creased in confusion. ‘I see you don’t understand, but you will in time.’

Then, with a swift push of the speculum deeper into her client, making her squeal as it reached its capacity, Miss Sarah dropped to her knees. ‘I do not want to damage madam internally in anyway, so I will be gauging her movements carefully.’

Jess said nothing, but stared, aghast, at what she was seeing.

The tense silence, punctuated only by madam’s stilted breathing, was abruptly broken. ‘Make the girl strip.’ The words were stilted and slow between pants of air, but there was no denying what madam had asked for.

Miss Sarah hesitated for just a second, unsure whether to punish her client for talking or to grant her request, just to see how Jess would cope. ‘You heard madam. Strip before her.’

Despite her desperation to take off the uniform that was suctioned to her flesh, Jess felt another wave of self-consciousness wash over her. It was only the harsh look in Miss Sarah’s eyes that spurred her on to do as she was told. Standing next to the head of the bed, madam’s watering yet piercing eyes watched as Jess struggled to unstick the fabric that had almost glued itself to her skin. Eventually, without either dignity or finesse, Jess eased the nurse’s uniform to the floor, and stood before the businesswoman, very much aware of how dishevelled and damp she must appear.