Suki Teaches the Art of Submission
soppingwetpanties
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The chill of the early morning air was punctuated by the chatter of oscillating sprinklers on Mistress Elaine's sprawling country estate as graceful arcs of water fell on the lush grass surrounding her equestrian center. The lights burned brightly in the horse barn, cutting through the emerging dawn light, and on entering one could see the back of a well-dressed woman, in heels, whipping the back of her submissive, who was chained between the pillars of an empty horse stall. An older man and a middle aged woman, both almost nude, were kneeling, watching impassively as the woman skillfully dotted the submissive's thighs and bottom with strokes from her riding crop.
Under the harsh white glow of the barn's LED lights, a naked woman was stretched within a paddock made of rough-hewn wood, arms extended wide, with her wrists cuffed and attached to opposing walls by thick links of shiny black metal. Her short cut ebony hair was already matted with sweat, and her pale white skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration. She shifted her bare feet, trying to transfer the pain, grinding her heels into a bed of freshly turned straw as chaff from the straw billowed into the air and clung to her calves and ankles.
The woman, the Domme, was Mistress Elaine, the dame of the estate. A woman of considerable self-made wealth, with her icy demeanor and elegant dress, she looked as if she was about to attend an important business meeting, not the training of her newest submissive. Her strawberry blonde hair was translucent in the bright light and her long lean frame coiled and uncoiled as she snapped her wrist to administer each strike with her favorite riding crop. She chose the horse barn, instead of her play room, to celebrate her love affair with her Fleck Delta crop, and the precision of its popper.
She had enough money to do anything and be anyplace, but she chose to be in that exact place and in that exact situation. There was nothing that gave her a greater thrill than training a new sub. This one was special. Jackie had been her chauffeur for the past two years. She was a wild thing when they met, young and brash and full of bravado. She was a bouncer at Elaine's favorite lesbian bar, and became friendly with the elegant blonde over their mutual love of horses. Elaine hired Jackie as her chauffeur even though Jackie had no prior experience as a professional driver. Elaine liked her, liked her enough to overlook her lack of experience and her relative youth. Elaine had no issues with Jackie's work performance, and was surprised when one day the young woman voiced her interest in Elaine's private life, and in particular Elaine's passion for domination and submission.
Jackie had an easy going personality, and as a dark haired beauty with a hard body, had no trouble attracting women who pandered to her whims. She had the casual sexual feelings of someone in her early twenties, where fucking wasn't a big deal, just something people did. She preferred a role as a lesbian Domme, taking control of the bland suburban girls who found her chiseled, slender body, scrolling tattoos, and pierced nipples exotic and sexy. She loved the way they blossomed into new personalities when she got them out of their fashionable clothes from Nordstrom or Lord & Taylor and they were eagerly licking her, trying to please her. But that breezy lifestyle left her wanting. She realized her women were like cotton candy -- sweet but no substance. She wanted something more, but didn't know what she was seeking.
Elaine had given her a tantalizing glimpse of the world of domination and submission. Occasionally, when walking the expansive country estate, she might see a man wearing a women's dress and performing gardening chores or a bare chested women cleaning the bathrooms. The visuals were more than titillating ... they aroused a curiosity long latent within her ... a curiosity about how she would react to giving control to another, rather than exercising the control herself. She was well aware of Elaine's remarkable self-control, able to handle the most stressful situations with apparent ease.
Jackie had seen inside of Elaine's play room, a well-guarded secret within the sprawling estate. Once when they were in the house Elaine had walked ahead and Jackie saw the play room door was wide open, and the array of instruments of pain that covered the back wall were in plain view. Jackie didn't think that Elaine knew about her inadvertent breach in security. She never discussed the details of her private life. She thought that Elaine was truly surprised when she voiced her interest in becoming one of her submissives.
Reality came back to her suddenly with Mistress Elaine's sharp snap of the leather riding crop on her ass, a localized hit of pain that made her eyes spring wide open and her breath escape her mouth in a silent scream. Her daydreams of submission to Elaine, her employer, had come to this. She was stretched with arms and legs spread wide, with breasts and hips pressed against the rough wood framing of the stall. Her gold nipple rings were chilled from the cool night air as she jumped again as the crop hit between her legs, sending a sizzling bolt of white heat through her.
"Thirty-two." Jackie struggled to maintain the count. Mistress Elaine had already started over once when Jackie's concentration waned. She forced herself to fight through the pain to keep track.
Elaine had said this was educational pain, to make her think about the reality of her new submissive role. The dark haired submissive stole a glance backward, seeing Elaine dressed in a soft cashmere sweater and tweed skirt and wearing designer heels as she silently snapped the crop against the palm of her hand, soaking in the scene that was wholly her creation. She could also see Mistress Elaine's two other subs, Jennifer, a spirited middle aged buxom blonde and Boxwood, an older, slightly overweight man, kneeling off to the side dressed in only their matching magenta panties. They were trying to keep a neutral look but clearly enjoyed seeing Jackie brought down to their level.
Elaine was in her element, each sub performing his or her appointed role, all for her. She could feel the familiar stickiness between her legs, an excitement brought on by the collective sexual energy she was a part of. She silently smiled to herself, knowing that this sexy woman in front of her would soon beg to know every crevice of her pussy and asshole. Jackie was standing there, her body electric, and two subs were kneeling, Elaine testing their self-control and withholding the release that each of them sought. Elaine's hand went back and then forward with the crop.
Snappp. " Thirty three." The number was shouted, as if to demonstrate that she could take more.
Elaine noted her new sub's tolerance for pain and unclipped the handcuffs so Jackie's arms could drop to her side. The brunette hugged herself and rubbed her aching biceps. "Turn around, Jackie," the blonde said in a low voice.
Jackie took a step back, letting her arms relax for a moment, then turned to press her ass and her shoulders against the back wall, with legs apart and arms out. Her small, firm breasts jutted out, and her nipples with their rings were very hard. She was naked except for the magenta training collar. She hadn't earned a real collar yet, though Elaine had no doubt Jackie would successfully complete her training. A dribble of moisture ran down the fledgling submissive's inner thigh.
Snappp, sharply against the top of her right thigh. "Thirty four." Jackie's eyes burned with determination -- and passion.
Elaine stepped forward, to press Jackie's wrists more firmly against her legs, and then cupped and lifted her left breast, with her thumb circling the nipple ring.
"I'm hoping you see the point of this exercise Jackie; I own your body now, but we don't need a leather fantasy domme costume or a bondage dungeon to act it out. Your pain is simply there because I enjoy it, and so is any sexual pleasure I allow you to have. Arms and legs wider now, show me you want this."
Jackie shifted position, opened her lips, and widened her eyes, trying to show her need while saying nothing. Elaine stepped back, then explored Jackie's body with a flurry of strikes from the crop on the sides of her breasts, her hips, and between her legs, as Jackie counted along. When Elaine stepped back, she could see the red marks on the skin and the wetness along Jackie's labia.
"Jackie, hold your position and think about how fully exposed you are. Boxwood, you're needed here, crawl to her."
The balding, older man became alert as his name was called, and went to all fours, crawling across the straw covered barn floor, looking ridiculous in his ill-fitting stretchy panties. He knelt in front of Jackie, avoiding her eyes, then licked up her thigh and put his lips and tongue to work on her perspiration covered body, finally sucking and licking her clit. Jackie looked down at his bald head and thick body, not at all what she had ever wanted, Then Elaine started flogging Boxwood, urging him to work harder and faster, while he reached up and fondled Jackie's breasts.
"You can cum now Jackie," she heard Elaine say through the crosstalk of the pain from the whipping and the pleasure from Boxwood's tongue.
Jackie felt her hips buck as she was made to climax, almost as if it were not her body to control. She gripped Boxwood's balding head with her hands and crushed his face against her cunt, as each involuntary contraction sent a ripple of pleasure through her. Satisfied with her sub's orgasm, Elaine nudged Boxwood away with her foot, leaving his face coated with juices and Jackie shaking as she kept her position.
Elaine was done. She could feel her thighs sticking together from the moisture of her overheated cunt. She looked forward to the next session later that day, and then summoned the image of Jackie on her knees begging to be between her legs. She reminded herself to suppress these emotions from her face, wanting them to see only her icy exterior demeanor.
"Sub playtime is over. Boxwood, help her dress for work now."
The kneeling man held out a pair of the magenta panties, while Jackie stepped into them and he slid them up her legs and over her ass, with a lingering touch. Her body still ached from the flogging as she knelt alongside him, and Jennifer crawled over to kneel with them.
