The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy by Kay Jaybee Page B
Authors: Kay Jaybee
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Laura turned to Miss Sarah. ‘And how are you holding up, Miss Sarah?’ Laura slid a hand between her employee’s naked thighs, ‘Managing to control your own desires adequately I hope?’
Keeping her eyes fixed on Lee, Miss Sarah invisibly swallowed her reactions as the expert fingers manipulated her clit. ‘I believe I am keeping my needs in check, Madam.’
‘Well done, Miss Sarah,’ The manageress, her own well practised detachment in operation, rubbed the juice on her fingertips together, before pushing a digit up inside the dominatrix. ‘I can see my training, and your continuing position on the fifth floor, have taught you far more self-discipline than many of your predecessors ever achieved.’
‘Thank you, Mrs Peters.’ Miss Sarah spoke carefully, aware that her liquid was running freely now, and she had to work hard on not pushing herself down on the frustratingly thin finger that was circling her opening.
‘I believe you should be rewarded for your services.’ Laura, still speaking as though she felt nothing but professional pride, moved her hand away, and began to undo her colleague’s basque, freeing her squashed tits. She looked at them critically, ‘Forgive me, I’d forgotten how beautiful they are.’
Turning her attention back to the grovelling barman Laura said, ‘That will do, Master Philips.’
Lee sat up on his haunches, semen smeared around his mouth and chin.
‘Sit here please.’ Laura pointed to a chair she’d had designed especially for the dungeon. Its solid seat was interrupted by the extrusion of an incredibly smooth dildo moulded into the wood, positioned at the perfect angle to be inserted into the anus of the person who sat on it. This, along with a series of attached multi-purpose straps and chains, made it the perfect addition to the room.
Moving carefully, Lee, amazed by what he was being allowed to witness, reached his hands obediently behind him and gingerly pulled open his wounded butt cheeks as, gulping back the initial gut wrenching feeling of invasion, he very slowly sodomised himself.
Once the barman was safely impaled, Mrs Peters caught hold of his arms, and pulled them behind him, securing them to the back of the chair with the chains provided for the purpose. Nodding with satisfaction, and understanding just how badly Lee would want to move, she said, ‘You will stay perfectly still.’
‘Yes, madam.’ Lee spoke through gritted teeth, his need to slide himself up and down against the wooden shaft clearly evident in the fast recovery rate of his cock, which poked hopefully towards the two women.
Miss Sarah’s eyes widened, betraying the first faint signs of her own cravings, as her boss took her left nipple between her fingers, and pinched it hard.
‘Very good.’ Mrs Peters pinched the other one much harder, waiting for a visible reaction. ‘Again I’m impressed. But what will happen when I do this?’ The manageress bent to her colleague and engulfed her right nipple in her mouth, lightly flicking her tongue over and around the dark brown teat. As she worked, Laura could feel Sarah’s body stiffen and her breasts become taut, but still she didn’t move or make the slightest sound.
Changing her attention to the other nipple, Mrs Peters turned her licks to bites, grazing her teeth around the nipple, pulling the tip out as far as it would go.
The sound of a heavy grunt that filled the air, but it did not come from Miss Sarah, but from Lee, as he observed the show before him, his backside heavy and unbelievably full, his cock painfully hard and neglected.
Laura stood back and assessed the situation. This had already become a competition, and both women knew it. As Lee watched, he wondered how long it would take before Miss Sarah’s iron-clad resolve broke and Mrs Peters managed to reduce her to a begging mass. Or perhaps the younger woman would risk further punishment and win. He wouldn’t have liked to be betting on the outcome.
Miss
Keeping her eyes fixed on Lee, Miss Sarah invisibly swallowed her reactions as the expert fingers manipulated her clit. ‘I believe I am keeping my needs in check, Madam.’
‘Well done, Miss Sarah,’ The manageress, her own well practised detachment in operation, rubbed the juice on her fingertips together, before pushing a digit up inside the dominatrix. ‘I can see my training, and your continuing position on the fifth floor, have taught you far more self-discipline than many of your predecessors ever achieved.’
‘Thank you, Mrs Peters.’ Miss Sarah spoke carefully, aware that her liquid was running freely now, and she had to work hard on not pushing herself down on the frustratingly thin finger that was circling her opening.
‘I believe you should be rewarded for your services.’ Laura, still speaking as though she felt nothing but professional pride, moved her hand away, and began to undo her colleague’s basque, freeing her squashed tits. She looked at them critically, ‘Forgive me, I’d forgotten how beautiful they are.’
Turning her attention back to the grovelling barman Laura said, ‘That will do, Master Philips.’
Lee sat up on his haunches, semen smeared around his mouth and chin.
‘Sit here please.’ Laura pointed to a chair she’d had designed especially for the dungeon. Its solid seat was interrupted by the extrusion of an incredibly smooth dildo moulded into the wood, positioned at the perfect angle to be inserted into the anus of the person who sat on it. This, along with a series of attached multi-purpose straps and chains, made it the perfect addition to the room.
Moving carefully, Lee, amazed by what he was being allowed to witness, reached his hands obediently behind him and gingerly pulled open his wounded butt cheeks as, gulping back the initial gut wrenching feeling of invasion, he very slowly sodomised himself.
Once the barman was safely impaled, Mrs Peters caught hold of his arms, and pulled them behind him, securing them to the back of the chair with the chains provided for the purpose. Nodding with satisfaction, and understanding just how badly Lee would want to move, she said, ‘You will stay perfectly still.’
‘Yes, madam.’ Lee spoke through gritted teeth, his need to slide himself up and down against the wooden shaft clearly evident in the fast recovery rate of his cock, which poked hopefully towards the two women.
Miss Sarah’s eyes widened, betraying the first faint signs of her own cravings, as her boss took her left nipple between her fingers, and pinched it hard.
‘Very good.’ Mrs Peters pinched the other one much harder, waiting for a visible reaction. ‘Again I’m impressed. But what will happen when I do this?’ The manageress bent to her colleague and engulfed her right nipple in her mouth, lightly flicking her tongue over and around the dark brown teat. As she worked, Laura could feel Sarah’s body stiffen and her breasts become taut, but still she didn’t move or make the slightest sound.
Changing her attention to the other nipple, Mrs Peters turned her licks to bites, grazing her teeth around the nipple, pulling the tip out as far as it would go.
The sound of a heavy grunt that filled the air, but it did not come from Miss Sarah, but from Lee, as he observed the show before him, his backside heavy and unbelievably full, his cock painfully hard and neglected.
Laura stood back and assessed the situation. This had already become a competition, and both women knew it. As Lee watched, he wondered how long it would take before Miss Sarah’s iron-clad resolve broke and Mrs Peters managed to reduce her to a begging mass. Or perhaps the younger woman would risk further punishment and win. He wouldn’t have liked to be betting on the outcome.
Miss
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