'Lessons in Submission' by Ed Edas
An extra long story.
A week of consensual BDSM activities with whipping and kinky sexual activity for Anne.
She is the beautiful but stubborn submissive of Greg. After an evening where both Greg and Kurt torment Kurt's slave, Emma, Greg agrees to send Anne to Kurt for a week of correctional 'no limits' training. Kurt wants to gain control of Anne and hopes in seven days to subvert Anne totally to his will. Anne agrees, in a last ditch attempt to remain as Greg's slave, after one too many fights with him to go to Kurt for a week of 'no limits' training.
Kurt uses Emma, and various others to subject the beautiful Anne to a week of pain and debauchery as he tries to suborn her and take her away from the unsuspecting Greg.
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EXCERPT
Emma was lying on her front on her bed, she was watching TV, naked apart from a pair of brief panties. The door was flung open, she smiled at Kurt’s somewhat dramatic entrance, and then realising that he was in a serious mood, she got quickly off the bed and knelt before him. She spread her knees wide apart and with her arms behind her back grasped one of her elbows in each hand. This caused her to arch her back and push out her small but shapely breasts. Kurt bent forward and took her nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand, he squeezed hard and pulled until he heard a gasp from the girl. “Look at me.”
Emma raised her eyes to look at him. She felt his grip tighten even more and winced at the pain. Kurt’s eyes bored into hers.
“I want you dressed in heels and stockings, made up like the tart you are and downstairs in ten minutes in the lounge. Greg is downstairs and you are going to please both of us. You will do exactly as you are told. Do it right and you will have the lovely Anne to play with. Remember her? You watched a video of her being used one night.” Emma did indeed remember the video. She had been kneeling, tied to a bondage frame while she watched and Kurt had taunted her with every perfection of Anne’s body comparing it, unflatteringly, to her own. Even then she had been powerfully aroused by the sight of the other woman. Oh Yes, she remembered. “Do it wrong and I’ll torture you every day for the next week and you won’t have a woman for three months.”
He glared down at her and then, pulling and twisting her nipples even more, forced her to her feet and then onto tip toe. The pain was almost more than she could bear.
“Do you understand me slave?”
“Yes Master, I’ll be ready and will obey.”
Kurt relaxed his grip and smiled. He lifted her head and kissed her almost tenderly on the lips and caressed the cheeks of her backside through the silken fabric of her panties.
“Good, we’ll be waiting in the lounge.”
He left the room and went down stairs. Emma stood, removed her panties and walked across her bedroom. As she sat in front of the dressing table she rubbed her nipples and realised how hard they were.
Bastard! He always manages to make me horny when he hurts me.
She quickly began to apply her make up. As she did so she was thinking about what Kurt had said.
Anne? He must mean Greg’s slave I wonder what that’s all about
. Even as she thought it she was thinking of how she would love to have the luscious Anne in her grasp. She squeezed her thighs together before rising and smoothing on a pair of red hold up stockings. Red stiletto heels with an ankle strap and a set of red and black leather wrist and ankle cuffs quickly followed. Finally she fixed a red and black leather collar round her neck, lightly perfumed her breasts and pubic mound before taking a critical look at herself in the mirror. What she saw caused her to smile briefly. Small and slim 160cms in height and 52kgs, a size 8 with a pretty elfin face, red hair, blue/grey eyes and a strikingly attractive smile. Her slim body with it’s small breasts had prominent nipples each pierced with a gold ring. Her completely shaven pussy had the labia pierced with two rings each and a further piercing through her clitoral hood. She turned slightly and looked at the reflection in the side mirrors of the two globes of her bottom, perfect orbs, peach-like and smooth.
I bet they won’t be unmarked by the end of tonight.
She shuddered at the thought and walked downstairs to the lounge where she knocked on the door and waited the command to enter.
Greg and Kurt were looking at some pictures of Emma in various bondage positions they heard the knock and Kurt called out for her to come in. When she entered the room neither man took any notice of her. Taking her cue she walked to where Kurt was standing and knelt at his side, knees spread, hands clutching elbows with her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. After a few more minutes of conversation on Emma’s fleshly attributes Kurt changed the subject. “Well the drinks service has arrived. What would you like to drink?
“I’ll have a Vodka and coke thanks, with ice.”
“Slave make that two vodka and cokes both with ice but put your tray on and bring the ice in a bucket. Oh and plenty of ice.” There was more than a hint of malicious amusement in his tone. She made as if to rise but Kurt’s hand pushed down on the top of her head.
“Crawl slave.”
Emma turned and crawled away from the two men towards the kitchen.
“Keep your knees apart slave, I want Greg to see that pussy and arse.”
She dutifully parted her knees and crawled awkwardly from the room.
Greg looked at Kurt.
“She’s certainly got the looks and seems to be obedient, but how does she behave when under duress?”
Kurt smiled at him. Greg managed to keep a straight face, the problem was that a smile from Kurt was always slightly sinister. Kurt was 42 years old 190cms tall and weighed 95kgs. His black hair was slicked back from his forehead, that and a small well trimmed goatee beard, thin pencil line moustache and brown eyes gave him an almost oriental appearance. Kurt was well aware of this effect and, in fact, cultivated it. He worked out at a local gym on a daily basis and liked to show off his well toned muscles, which was why on this mild autumn evening he was wearing a tight fitting black ‘T’ shirt and black leather trousers.
“That’s what this evening is about, I’m going to demonstrate to you just how well trained and obedient she is. When she came to me she was a handful. She liked being a slave but only after a battle of wills, I had to subdue her each time we met and then there is the Lesbian thing.”
“Lesbian thing?”
“Yes she’s bisexual but with a female she’s more dominant than submissive, I use that on her now to keep her under control.”
“How do you do that?”
“I let her dominate other women as a reward for good, that is obedient, behaviour, and keep her celibate, so to speak, if she misbehaves.”
Greg smiled at this.
“Seems a good system.”
Emma was in the kitchen preparing to take the drinks to the lounge. She took a small ice bucket from a cupboard and filled it with ice from a compartment in the freezer. A bottle of Russian Vodka and two bottled cokes came from the fridge. Turning she went to another cupboard and pulled a tray from it. The tray was round with a rim of about twenty five mm in height, a leather strap of the same width was rivetted to the rim. On the opposite side of the tray to where the strap was attached were two chains also attached to the rim some 20cms apart. She quickly put the strap round her waist, adjusted the buckle until it was a snug fit and the rim of the tray pressed against her belly. She picked up the first of the chains and using the hook on it’s end hooked it to her right nipple ring before repeating the process with the other chain and her left nipple ring.
The tray was now standing straight out from her body, she checked that it was level and loaded it with the glasses, bottles of coke, and the vodka. As she added each item the weight on the chains increased pulling on the rings and distorting her breasts until they were stretched painfully out from her rib cage. She looked down at her tortured nipples, carefully placed the ice bucket onto the tray and gasped as the extra weight took it’s toll. She checked the balance of the tray and walked carefully from the room back into the lounge, each step causing the weight to pull on her distended nipples and breasts. She walked into the lounge and stood before her Master and his guest with her hands clasped behind her back. Kurt looked at her and smiled. He took a piece of ice from the bucket and invited Greg to do the same.
“Now let’s cool those nipples down, they look a bit sore.”
He smiled then reached forward and rubbed the ice on Emma’s straining right nipple. Greg took his cue from Kurt and the two men rubbed the ice first on the painfully stretched nubs and then around the straining breast flesh.
“That’s enough, I think a drink is in order, put that bit of ice you’ve got left into her arse and I’ll put this bit in her cunt. That should keep her cool for a while, she get’s so excited when she’s naked with men looking at her.”
Emma was in agony but managed to hold her position while the two sadists pushed the two pieces of ice into her anal and vaginal openings.
“Now pour our drinks slave.”
Kurt sat down into a low arm chair motioning Greg to do the same. Emma spooned some ice into both of the glasses and then poured the vodka onto the ice. She struggled to hold herself upright and balance with the tray while she levered the tops off the coke bottles. Approaching Greg she very carefully kept her back straight, bending her knees until she was squatting to his left with the tray level with the arm of his chair.
“Would you like all the coke with your Vodka sir?”
Greg smiled as her looked at her straining tortured nipples and breasts. He ran a nail across the top of her right breast and watched the look of alarm in her eyes as she struggled to maintain her balance.
“No just half the bottle for the moment.”
She poured the required amount of coke into the glass and handed it to Greg.
“Would that be all sir?”
Greg transferred the drink into his right hand, she felt his left hand stroke her thigh and a finger brushed the lips of her pussy before pushing on one of her rings. Greg looked her in the eyes, a mischievous smile on his lips.
“All for the moment slave.”
He pulled the ring sharply and she fought for her balance, narrowly avoiding spilling the contents of the tray onto the floor. She rose and made her way to the side of her Master and once more sank into a squat with her trembling thighs wide apart. Kurt reached out and stroked the top of her stretched tortured breasts. His fingers flicked the rings set into her nipples and she fought to stop herself screaming at the pain flaring through her upper body. Kurt laughed and tweaked the rings again.
“You may serve my drink now my slut, all the coke and then go and get me another bottle for the next one.” His casual cruelty made Emma seethe with repressed anger at the same time as she felt a deep welling up of arousal. She could see Greg sitting sipping his drink and enjoying her suffering while Kurt began to rake her thighs with his nails. She knew he could sense how near she was to collapsing and fought to maintain her position while the tray and it’s contents pulled on her tormented breasts and nipples. Finally Kurt relented.
“Go and get that other bottle of coke.”
She rose shakily and made a slow but dignified exit to the kitchen where she removed the contents of the tray and stood panting and trembling until Kurt’s voice rang out summoning her back to the lounge. She hurriedly replaced the bottles and ice bucket on the tray, breathing deeply as the pain signals tore through her overstressed nervous system. Kurt called again and she walked back into the lounge.
“You took a long time to get a coke slave I think you need a taste of the whip to sharpen you up. What do you think Master Greg, would you care to assist me giving this slut a taste of the lash?”
Greg grinned back at Kurt. He knew what the other man was doing but ‘what the hell’ it would be churlish of him to refuse the offer of making the delightful Emma squirm and scream.
“Why not. Here or in the dungeon?”
“Here I think, she can go and fetch the whips for us.”
He turned to Emma.
“Put the drinks on the table and then go and fetch a selection of whips, make them heavy I want you well marked tonight, at least one single tail.”
Emma repressed a shudder at his mention of a single tail but hurriedly unloaded the drinks and ice onto the coffee table before leaving the room. As she left she heard Kurt call after her.
“Don’t forget a chain for the ceiling hook.”