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Bijou’s Submission: Introduction Her
desire had built to a maddening pitch and she knew that not even the vodka or
the little vibrator on the stand next to her bed would make a difference
tonight. Louise
smiled broadly, “Of course, dear,” She
said, “come for the weekend, be here no later than 5:00 on Friday.” “And Bijou?”, She
added. “Yes Mistress?” “Get your fingers out from between your legs and go
to sleep. NOW!” Bijou’s Submission: Chapter I Foreplay As soon as Louise
placed the receiver back on the phone, Her
plan went into action. She
summoned the staff of resident slave-girls, Kate, Terri and Alex as well as Her personal sissy-maid Fancypants and Frederick the dual
butler-chauffeur. Even Jacqueline
the kitten rose from her little box in the corner to listen attentively. “We’ll be having a houseguest for the weekend, a
female submissive that needs to learn her place quickly.
I’m sure she thinks this is
just another game to play so we’ll take her down to the bottom of the pecking
order. All the way down!” “I want
everything cleaned. Every dildo,
every butt plug and every vibrator. Check
all the equipment, benches, slings, winches, everything.” “When this darling drags herself back to Canada,
its going to be with MY ownership tattoo painted on her sweet ass.” “Kate’s in charge on Friday, Terri on Saturday
morning and Alex takes over Saturday afternoon.” “I get to watch, Mistress concluded with an evil grin that lit up Her beautiful
face.” *********************************************** Bijou spent a restless night tossing and turning and
wishing she were in Louise’s bed,
nipple to nipple, belly to belly. She
was driven by a rare desire to please Louise
and she knew that once her face was between the Dominant’s legs a whole new world would open up for the both of
them. Then the notion of power
exchange really hit home! “What happens when She’s writhing and moaning and I’m controlling Her climax? Who’s the
Mistress then and who’s the
submissive?”, she thought. “I
did enjoy the whipping she gave me,
but so what? I’ve never played
second fiddle to anyone before and maybe I’m too old to start now. Maybe I’d enjoy having Her
over my lap. Maybe that scrumptious
behind of hers is just begging for a
spanking. And maybe I’m the one
to get the job done properly.” She quickly signed onto the Internet and began typing
an e-mail message: To: Domina4you Subject: My Arrival Dearest Louise,
I’ve booked a flight from Quebec to Cleveland that arrives at 4:15.
It will be hard getting to You
by 5:00 pm, but I’ll get it done. Submissive and anxious, Bijou Bijou removed the vibrator from the drawer of the end
table next to her bed. In minutes
she was moaning and in a few minutes more, she was fast asleep. Bijou’s Submission: Chapter II Kate The return email arrived quickly. To: Bijou Subject: Your Arrival Darling Bijou, Don’t
worry about a thing. My
chauffeur will fetch you up at the Air Canada baggage claim on Friday.
I can’t wait! Mistress
Louise While Louise
was typing the memo She called
Frederick and gave him a list of very explicit instructions.
It was just a matter of days now. ******************************************************* She arrived in a white linen and silk blend Varsace
pantsuit looking like a runway model and purposely speaking French to add to her
allure. While Frederick gathered up
her luggage Bijou flirted with everyone that interested her and adding business
cards to her collection. Once outside he directed her to the waiting limousine
where she settled into buttery soft leather seat.
Frederick poured her a glass of champagne.
A note and picture rested on the seat. “Darling,” it said, “I’m anxious to see you
and have a suite ready for your comfort”.
The photo was of a huge bedroom lit by candles and littered with pink
rose petals. A large four poster
bed with red silk sheets dominated one side of the picture and the other side
had an antique copper bath tub with intricately carved clawed feet and glowing
candles all around. Bijou closed her eyes for a moment to imagine herself
in the warm bubbly tub staring at Louise,
bending forward for a kiss, then rubbing a scratchy scented bar of oatmeal soap
over the Mistress’ nipples.
Her moan and sigh says it all. “She’s
mine”, Bijou thinks, “Her ass
belongs to me”. *************************************************** Frederick pulled out of Hopkins Airport heading South
on I-71 fully aware that a traffic jam existed just as Bijou felt a horrible
need to pee brought on by the mild diuretic in the wine. “Get me to a bathroom quickly”, she barked.
But of course there was no place to go in the rush hour bumper to bumper
traffic. Agonizing minutes pass
while she fidgets and squirms and presses her thighs together, all to no avail. “Hurry, you asshole,” she yells at Frederick.
But the intercom system has already been turned off.
So very soon, fully humiliated and thoroughly disgraced, unable to
control herself any longer, Bijou squats shamelessly into the small space on the
floor of the limousine between the two seats.
Frederick smiles broadly at the trickling sound of
her discharge. “You’ve a lot to
learn, young lady”, he thinks, “this will be the lesson of a lifetime”. ************************************************** “How could you?, Louise scolds, adding to her shame once Bijou has arrived and the
full extent of her urinary indiscretion is discovered and exposed.
Louise then summons the
athletic slave girl, Kate. “Kate, darling, please show Bijou to her room, give
her the kind of welcoming we reserve for uncontrollable brats, clean her up,
then bring her back to Me. Bijou towered over the former gymnast, but was no
match in strength or determination. She
was pulled forward by the ear down a little stairway and soon found herself in a
sparsely furnished tiny room in the basement. The room contained a small bed with a bare mattress and a
straight back chair. Lying on the
chair was a large round paddle that sent a shiver creeping up Bijou’s spine. Actually it was Kate’s favorite paddle, for giving
or receiving. It was ˝ inch thick
and riddled with holes the sizes of small change.
With a good swing it produced a loud erotic crack that let everyone in
the house know that another naughty slave had been caught with her hands in her
panties or his nose in somebody’s business. “You’re a naughty girl”, Kate said, tossing
Bijou over her lap at the precise moment Louise
switched on the closed circuit television.
A flurry of swats landed on the wet silk trousers. “A big girl like you wetting her pants,” then
another flurry and a litany of Ouch!, Ouch!, Owww! Kate hooked her finger in the waistband of the pants
and bared the bright pink bottom. She
parted the flesh to examine the tiny opening surrounded by a ring of darker
skin. Then she reached down and
pinched the lips of her sex. Having a total stranger exposing her in a most shameful
and dreading way mortified Bijoi. Then
another flurry of hard swats began and her only thought was of her burning
bottom. Ten, twenty, thirty more
good stinging swats and Bijou now began whining and whimpering.
The swats were landing low at the tuck of her buttocks now; the soft and
tender under curve that when properly spanked always guarantees an obedient and
pliable girl. “Please stop, Kate, please.
I promise to be a good girl. I
promise to do anything you want”. “Of course you will,” Kate thought, then pushed
her to the floor where Bijou knelt clutching her glowing buttocks and sniffling
softly. Kate rose from the chair and hiked up her skirt.
She moved the little sliver of damp cotton to the side then grabbed a
handful of ash blond hair. As the
submissive began licking feverishly, Kate looked up at the television camera,
back at Louise in her salon, and
winked. Bijou’s Submission: Chapter III More Lessons In Obedience Louise
was seated in a large dark oak throne, naked except for the high red leather
boots that were tightly laced and sparkling like glass. Bijou
knelt to kiss the tips of the boots then lifted her eyes slowly to enjoy every
inch of Mistress’ beauty.
“Do you think its that easy,” Louise
asked? I don’t know what you mean, Miss, Bijou answered.
“Do you really believe the rules of your corporate culture apply here?
Do you really think sucking a few cocks and kissing a few asses is all it
takes?”
“My subjects earn their way
through bondage and early morning beatings,” She
continued, “Are you prepared to prove your worth?”
Bijou began to answer, but the glaring look she got from Mistress
told her to be still. The
phone rang and Louise picked up the
receiver. “Hang on darling,” She
said to the person on the other end.
“Bijou, stand up with your back to me.
That’s it, now bend at the waist.
Perfect, that’s a good girl.” Louise’s
eyes followed the curve of the muscled legs from the floor up to her round pear
shaped behind. The kind of behind
that Louise always had a weakness for.
“Spread your legs a little more. Now
bring your arms back and part your buttocks with your hands.
The way you do when some Board Chairman wants to bugger you.” It
was another degrading episode for Bijou, for a woman of her stature, importance
and power. She felt her face flush
and her pulse quicken. “I must
look like a mare in heat,” she thought, yet she stuck her well-spanked bottom
out further to Louise could examine
her anus and her pouting sex. Louise
went back to her call and let Bijou hold the position.
In the next room Kate held the receiver and watched the expression on the
bent girl’s face on the television screen.
“She’s enjoying it, she enjoying the humiliation.” Louise
rose from the throne and stood next to Bijou in five-inch heels causing the tall
submissive to look up at the Mistress.
She suddenly felt small, insignificant and unimportant.
The way she had felt at boarding school, the way she had felt in the
presence of the Head Mistress Juliet
Rodman. Even
at seventeen years of age Miss Rodman had made her feel like a small naughty
little girl, often making Bijou stand with her skirt raised and her panties in a
small puddle of cotton around her ankles while she recorded in her discipline
diary.
April
19, 1980. Bijou received ten demerits in class today for behavior
unbecoming a girl of her class and reputation.
After a warm-up spanking
with my hand she will receive thirty more with my wooden hairbrush.
If her behavior does not improve, more severe measures will be employed. The
spankings were always long and hard and over her sturdy lap and they always
resulted in Bijou sobbing and bawling. And
though it was never mentioned by either of them, they both knew their femininity
had grown wet and swollen and pulsed with a delirious rhythm.
“On your knees again girl,” Louise
commanded, “remove my boots and be
quick about it!” Bijou almost
said, “of course, Miss Rodman”. She
carefully undid the laces, held each little foot in her hands and began
massaging the heels, the instep and the arch.
“Now suck my toes, each and every one. Suck
them long and hard and maybe...maybe I won’t whip you.” Bijou’s Submission: Chapter IV On Her Knees She was even more beautiful than Louise
had imagined. The few tiny lines
around her eyes and mouth gave her face a sense of character rather than age and
the eyes that remained fixed on Louise
as she sucked lovingly were a deep violet. Her breasts were magnificent, small and round and
high, almost begging to be cupped and pinched.
She had a taut flat belly and a pretty pussy with just a tiny patch of
finely manicured brown hair. Louise
made a mental note to use a light suede flogger on her that would bring a hot
blush to her skin and wrap deliciously up between her legs.
That would make her simmer with desire, make her clitoris throb. Bijou continued feasting on each toe, sending chills
up Mistress’ spine.
It was a glorious feeling of power, having an older, beautiful woman on
her knees. Someone who would yield
to the Mistress all weekend, offer
her bared bottom, spread her legs on command, open her divine little sex to
whomever Louise chose. “That’s it, darling, pretend they are precious
little cocks and you just can’t suck them hard enough”. This much power gave Louise a potent drunken feeling.
It was an orgasm that gripped Her
soul rather than Her body and it was
every bit as intense as a lover’s strong hand stroking Her crotch. Bijou’s soft full lips circled every toe while her
slippery tongue danced over the perfectly manicured digits.
Louise closed her
eyes as a current rode through Her
body and Her nipples began to rise
and peak. “Bijou, darling”, She began, “It would please me
and excite me to watch you birched on
your proud posteriors. Will you
graciously and obediently accept a thrashing from sweet Kate”? It was a preposterous suggestion, one so ludicrous a
fiction writer couldn’t dream it up. But
she quickly answered. “Of course, Miss.
I know that all Your suggestions are for my betterment. If You think a
birching is necessary, then birched I shall be”. They both understood at that moment that the bond
between them had been established. Louise
nervously pressed the intercom button The basement room was dark except for an overhead
spotlight glaring down on a wooden platform that held an old athletic pommel
horse. Bijou bent elegantly over
the apparatus, enjoying the feel of the cool worn brown leather against her
belly. A wonderful fear grew in her
as she sensed that this would be a thrilling whipping. “Mistress”,
she asked, “Could I please be tethered tightly to the horse? I fear I may
disturb your enjoyment with my unnecessary kicking”. The gracious Mistress
replied, “as you wish, darling,” then instructed Kate to buckle thick
flexible straps around her ankles, knees and upper thighs, then attached her
wrists to a large iron ring sunk into the platform. Three buckets of brine stood on the floor, each
holding a bundle of birches that had been gathered up into a handle and tied
with a red velvet ribbon. Louise
took a seat behind and to the side of the platform. “Brace yourself, girl. I fear Kate may become aroused at your beauty and submission
and may not stop until she climaxes”! The beating lasted over twenty minutes.
Why wouldn’t it? Bijou’s heart shaped womanly derriere virtually begged for
the rod and birchings at the studio were always elaborate and ceremonial.
Each thin whippy branch stung like a bee and whistled through the air
with a frightful message. Louise excitedly
counseled both women as their passions rose. “Marvelous Kate”, She said as the first birch
brought a deep pink flush to the fleshy hindquarters. “Your bottom colors beautifully, Bijou.
I wish I had thought to make a video.
The wankers would pay dearly”. Kate gleamed with perspiration on the second bundle
and a patchwork of welts, scratches and blisters rose on the ivory skin of
Bijou’s previously unblemished buttocks.
Bijou’s eyes widened and became glassy. “Weep if you must, my dear.
You need the release. Weep
and thrust your buttocks out further so I can enjoy all their beauty”. “Yes’, thought Bijou, “the release”.
Its what had been missing in her life for so long in her demanding
business world. The sweet release
of one’s will to another. Kate gathered the last bundle and swished the wet rods
through the air. “Between her legs now, Kate”, Louise said breathlessly. “Whip
the softest part of her dear thighs”. Bijou bucked and moaned. Sounds that seemed otherworldly, sounds none of them had ever
heard before. “Bijou darling, surely your pussy is tingling with
excitement. Do the rods feel as
sweet as a lover’s tongue’? But with her head hung low, no one saw her mouth the
words: “Better, Mistress,
better”! And of course Kate found her orgasm and so did Bijou.
Louise quickly rang for Terri and Alex who came to help the two
women to their rooms. Alex to hold
Kate tightly in her arms and Terri to massage a healing salve into Bijou’s
wounded bottom. Louise
sat back in Her chair in the darkness
almost able to hear the beating of Her
own heart. It had been a thrilling spectacle.
Bijou’s eagerness to suffer for Her
was an unrivaled erotic turn-on of the beautiful Mistress. The door squeaked open and the tinkling sound of
Kitty’s pussy jewelry broke the silence.
Louise watched as she prowled
toward the punishment platform and suddenly entered the spotlight’s glow.
Her long shiny black hair hung loosely to her shoulders and the light
gleamed off her tiny rump. Louise
let out a low sigh and parted Her
legs. Her voice was throaty, almost a whisper… “Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty”. Bijou’s Submission: Chapter V Terri – Part 1 Bijou awoke the next morning to the cracking of a
school paddle on yet another backside. She
opened her eyes to see Terri staring at her from the other side of the oversized
bed. “Don’t worry”, Terri said, “Its only
Frederick, late for work again and probably in for a good spanking”. He’d arrived that morning precisely at 8:09,
knowing full well that Mistress would
have his chubby bottom bouncing to Her
paddle. But when She pointed to the big wall clock he realized he was in greater
trouble than he expected. The clock was a painting of Louise in high Victorian attire, a red velvet dress with a white
lace collar that circled Her neck, and a jeweled tiara.
The clock’s two hands were curved English discipline canes made of an
evil whippy yellow ash. It read 8:12 and
that was official MLD time. “Lower your trousers and shorts, then grasp your
ankles tightly young man”, She
decreed. “A business railroad
must run on schedule. And you’re
holding up the fucking train. Five
strokes for every minute tardy equals sixty swats”. She
removed the thick dark wooden paddle from the rack on the wall.
Frederick trembled. He had
heard from Fancy that this diabolical implement could humble a warrior, loosen
the fillings in your teeth, leave your bottom puffy and swollen.
He considered begging for a lighter instrument but with the fear of Her
doubling the count he timidly assumed his position. “You’ll receive six sets of ten with a minute
rest between each set. Use the
minute to savor the heat building in your impudent backside and anticipate the
coming volley. Today, Frederick,
each set of ten will be harder than the last and I daresay tomorrow you will be
prompt”. As another series began, Terri pushed Bijou under the
covers and wrapped her long legs around her neck. “Get busy, sweetheart, it’s a brand new day”. Bijou’s tongue worked in unison with the paddle
giving Terri’s clit the type of spanking she had been hoping to get. It was under the covers when she first noticed it.
The small tattoo at the tuck of her right buttock cheek. The blue circular script read “Property of”, and
a bold red MLD rested in its center. She
ran her fingers over the spot then pressed her lips to the soft skin of the
little freckled buttock. “Does She really own you”, she asked? “Me and Kate, Frederick and Fancy, others who
willingly submit themselves to Her and petition for ownership.
It’s a long process and a decision not to be taken lightly, almost as
important as a gender reassignment. But
for some it’s the only way”. Actually Terri didn’t have an ounce of Dominance in
her body, not like Kate or Alex. But
she was a spoiled brat who always got her way!
Spoiled her entire life by men and women drawn to her because of her
incredible beauty. Her long, thick
red hair turned heads everywhere and she met each stare with crystal clear green
eyes. Her legs were chorus girl
long and shapely, her bottom a perfect apple and her tiny breasts tipped with
delicious strawberries. She could make a man or woman crumble with a toss of
her head and a flash of her panties, but then she rarely wore panties. Any man or woman that is until the night her life
changed, the night she crossed paths with Louise
at the Velvet Tango. That night she
stopped acting like a girl and became a woman. She used all her feminine skills to seduce the Mistress
that night. They danced closely,
tummies and breasts pressed together, thighs intertwined.
Their lips brushed together more than once. Yet Louise’s
conquest that night was a middle-aged banker in a Bugs Bunny suit with a
penchant for having carrots stuck up his ass. “Earn you way, Red”, She had said walking out the door.
The next morning Terri was at the Studio on her knees, begging. And earn she did.
But today presented a rare opportunity for her to return to the old ways
and she was going to enjoy every moment. After showering she had Bijou kneel in front of her
as she sat on the bed. She placed a
collar around her neck, took hold of the thick round ring attached to the front
of the collar, then slapped her face. Hard! “Here’s the deal, baby”, she said, “I have
tons of work today and you are going to do it all.
When I snap my fingers you are to crawl over to me and get busy between
my legs. I usually come five or six
times before lunch, but I’m hoping for a record today”. Terri pulled Bijou’s face to hers; she bit her
lower lip, then pulled the beauty over her lap.
She kneaded the flesh and checked for any damage from the previous
night’s birching. “All healed and ready to go”, she said. “Was it the ointment last night”, Bijou asked,
“I expected to be bruised this morning”. “Yes, of course, Louise buys it from some Gypsy on Lorain Avenue.
I think she’s a witch. The
Gypsy, I mean, not Louise. Then Terri
laughed at her little joke and parted Bijou’s bottom.
She rubbed a lubricant over her anus, then inserted a gingerroot
suppository that burned and itched immediately. “Off to work”, she said with a playful pat and
sat back to watch Bijou working in double-time, cleaning, dusting, sweeping and
all with a pretty twitching ass. |