The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy by Kay Jaybee Page A
Authors: Kay Jaybee
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accustomed to this, young man.’ Miss Sarah reached a hand through a gap in the framework to stroke his cock, causing Lee to let out an involuntary moan of longing.
In response, Miss Sarah pinched his tip, making him cry out in shock, ‘I think you enjoy my rehearsals in the dungeon better than some of my clients enjoy the real thing.’ She picked the whip back up, and began to trace the end over his blotched arse.
A click behind her alerted the dominatrix to the opening of the door. She inclined her head in greeting as Mrs Peters entered Room 50. ‘I hope you will excuse the intrusion. I wondered how Master Philips was composing himself today.’ Laura approached the trussed barman, smoothing a palm across his tacky forehead. ‘Very good I see. Better than our new little secretary. She is a nervous wreck, and it seems, can’t wait for the next lesson. The silly girl hasn’t yet worked out that waiting is her next lesson.’ Gesturing for Miss Sarah to continue with her pseudo-torture, she said, ‘I confess I find her a curious creature, and hope we can get through this period of inactivity fairly quickly.’
Miss Sarah said nothing, but the involuntary raise of an eyebrow gave her surprise at her superior’s impatience away.
‘I see you are confused by my interest in the young woman.’ Laura danced her fingers over Lee, enjoying the increasing quiver of his flesh.
‘Yes, madam.’ Miss Sarah lowered her eyes a little, sensible of the requirement to appear at least slightly meek in the company of her employer. After all, it had only been six months since she had been the new girl at the whim of Mrs Peters’ particular brand of education. Miss Sarah had known she was born to this life however, and hadn’t batted an eyelid when Mrs Peters approached her while she worked in Reception.
‘You must watch the recordings I have been making of Miss Sanders progress. She is naive and intensely curious, as well as naturally submissive.’ Mrs Peters sighed, ‘She is, however, still in possession of more of her teenage puppy fat than many of our clients would like. A shame to give in to modern ideas about weight, but the paying customer is always right, I suppose. I am sure I can rely on you to construct a suitable and rewarding exercise programme for her.’
Sarah smiled sardonically, ‘It’ll be a pleasure,’ she said, before she brought her attention back to Lee’s arms and turned the cogs that stretched them out one more notch. Despite all his training, Lee began to whimper almost imperceptible words of purposeful frustration. Laura, taking no notice of his discomfort, trailed her fingers through the dark hairs that surrounded his rigid cock. ‘Master Philips, I imagine Miss Sarah told you to remain silent.’
On a nod from Mrs Peters, the dungeon mistress brought the whip back down on to Lee’s arse, just as her boss wrapped a palm around his solid shaft, squeezing it firmly.
With an immense groan of relief and defeat, Lee’s body shuddered to an illegal climax, spunking his load across the wooden floor below him.
Miss Sarah didn’t raise her voice; her tone of disapproval was enough to send ripples of delicious fear through Lee’s skin. ‘That was unfortunate.’ She turned to Mrs Peters, ‘I must apologise for that pitiful display, madam. After your kind words about his self-control Master Philips has disgraced himself.’
Laura’s face remained passive as she regarded her assistant, ‘I suggest you release him and make him clean up the mess he’s made.’
Miss Sarah, her own colour heightening as she wondered if Mrs Peters blamed her for the boys’ failure, took out her uncertainty on Lee. Unstrapping her prisoner, she pointed to the floor, ‘You will lick that up.’
Lee swayed as he stood next to the rack. He almost protested, but thinking better of it, crawled under the racks frame, and began to scoop up his spent come with his tongue.
Satisfied that Lee was doing as he was told,
In response, Miss Sarah pinched his tip, making him cry out in shock, ‘I think you enjoy my rehearsals in the dungeon better than some of my clients enjoy the real thing.’ She picked the whip back up, and began to trace the end over his blotched arse.
A click behind her alerted the dominatrix to the opening of the door. She inclined her head in greeting as Mrs Peters entered Room 50. ‘I hope you will excuse the intrusion. I wondered how Master Philips was composing himself today.’ Laura approached the trussed barman, smoothing a palm across his tacky forehead. ‘Very good I see. Better than our new little secretary. She is a nervous wreck, and it seems, can’t wait for the next lesson. The silly girl hasn’t yet worked out that waiting is her next lesson.’ Gesturing for Miss Sarah to continue with her pseudo-torture, she said, ‘I confess I find her a curious creature, and hope we can get through this period of inactivity fairly quickly.’
Miss Sarah said nothing, but the involuntary raise of an eyebrow gave her surprise at her superior’s impatience away.
‘I see you are confused by my interest in the young woman.’ Laura danced her fingers over Lee, enjoying the increasing quiver of his flesh.
‘Yes, madam.’ Miss Sarah lowered her eyes a little, sensible of the requirement to appear at least slightly meek in the company of her employer. After all, it had only been six months since she had been the new girl at the whim of Mrs Peters’ particular brand of education. Miss Sarah had known she was born to this life however, and hadn’t batted an eyelid when Mrs Peters approached her while she worked in Reception.
‘You must watch the recordings I have been making of Miss Sanders progress. She is naive and intensely curious, as well as naturally submissive.’ Mrs Peters sighed, ‘She is, however, still in possession of more of her teenage puppy fat than many of our clients would like. A shame to give in to modern ideas about weight, but the paying customer is always right, I suppose. I am sure I can rely on you to construct a suitable and rewarding exercise programme for her.’
Sarah smiled sardonically, ‘It’ll be a pleasure,’ she said, before she brought her attention back to Lee’s arms and turned the cogs that stretched them out one more notch. Despite all his training, Lee began to whimper almost imperceptible words of purposeful frustration. Laura, taking no notice of his discomfort, trailed her fingers through the dark hairs that surrounded his rigid cock. ‘Master Philips, I imagine Miss Sarah told you to remain silent.’
On a nod from Mrs Peters, the dungeon mistress brought the whip back down on to Lee’s arse, just as her boss wrapped a palm around his solid shaft, squeezing it firmly.
With an immense groan of relief and defeat, Lee’s body shuddered to an illegal climax, spunking his load across the wooden floor below him.
Miss Sarah didn’t raise her voice; her tone of disapproval was enough to send ripples of delicious fear through Lee’s skin. ‘That was unfortunate.’ She turned to Mrs Peters, ‘I must apologise for that pitiful display, madam. After your kind words about his self-control Master Philips has disgraced himself.’
Laura’s face remained passive as she regarded her assistant, ‘I suggest you release him and make him clean up the mess he’s made.’
Miss Sarah, her own colour heightening as she wondered if Mrs Peters blamed her for the boys’ failure, took out her uncertainty on Lee. Unstrapping her prisoner, she pointed to the floor, ‘You will lick that up.’
Lee swayed as he stood next to the rack. He almost protested, but thinking better of it, crawled under the racks frame, and began to scoop up his spent come with his tongue.
Satisfied that Lee was doing as he was told,
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