Trapped and Tamed Page 6

  “Spank her!No, I couldn’t. There’s no call for that. Besides, she’s a grown woman. ”Again she flashed back to her “grown woman” daughter across the sexy brown legs of Indira, wriggling in painful delight from the spanking.

  “So what if she’s grown up?That’s only on the outside. If she isn’t obedient to her superiors in life then she needs the discipline. Believe me, she probably secretly wants it. Spanking grown women is the best anyway because they’ll learn and it will stay learned. A spanked women gets a little more subdued for life because she knows if she was put in her place once, it could happen again. Keep spanking her and she gets more and more subdued. Believe me, I know. ”

  Dawn furrowed her brow at Monica’s shocking outlook. She was likely just saying it in order to disconcert. A spanked woman gets more and more subdued “believe me, I know”?How could that be true?Monica was hardly subdued.

  “I’m your friend now so I could spank her for you. I’d be your spanking surrogate. ”

  Dawn chose not to speak. The concept was ridiculous but compelling. Monica’s fingers on her feet were so expert. It was crazy thinking of them being used to spank her daughter’s rear. Crazy thinking about that whole scene playing out again but with Monica in Indira’s place and doing all those same things to her daughter. Spanking and fingering….

  That was crazy though. Where would Indira be then…?Perhaps between Dawn’s legs… licking… her strong aquiline nose lightly tapping at Dawn’s clitoris as she licked….

  She knew she shouldn’t indulge in silly fantasies while her new friend rubbed her feet. It was naughty. She didn’t have any way to politely escape the circumstance. With eyes closed her mind opened, directed and played panoramic pornographic scenes. Opening her eyes would be no escape either. If she did crack them open she’d be looking at a topless Monica and she had no desire to see more of those tits. Did she?

  Her pussy felt all wet but she must be wrong because that made no sense. She had started feeling wet down there even before those nasty fantasies she would never admit to anyone. Could the foot rubbing actually have caused it?Was that even possible?

  Monica watched Dawn carefully, like a chef watching a complex dish bubbling until it was done just right. Jones had taught her sexual acupressure points he said were used in Chinese whorehouses for thousands of years. Monica could find no references to any such practices in any book or on the internet. She suspected Jones had actually discovered them himself through long practice of trial and error. Monica knew one thing for sure though. Damned if they didn’t work!

  Dawn’s feet were still side by side in Monica’s lap but her knees had fallen akimbo. This presented her pelvis lewdly and stretched the white material of the bikini bottoms tight across her sex. White bikinis were nice for poolside sunbathing but some were not meant for actual immersion in water. At least, that was apparently the kind that Dawn wore. Apparent because the crotch band was becoming transparent. Those pressure points were working like a charm.

  Dawn relaxed and smiled even as Monica’s fingers dug harshly into the tender pressure points on the arches on the bottom of her feet. Monica smiled a different kind of smile. Everything was obviously going to work out.

  Monica knew the effects of sensual massage were cumulative. She’d already gotten Dawn to a point she’d have a very hard time stopping the process. Anticipation and arousal built in Monica as she watched for the tell tale giveaway that Dawn’s pot of goodies was just at a boil.

  There it was!

  Dawn’s lovely hips twisted minutely to and fro and she started bumping her pubic mound against the stretched taut wetly see through bikini bottoms.

  “Now you need to stretch your muscles a little to release all the tensions. ”

  “Huh, what?”

  “Almost there. Just relax and I’ll guide your movements. ”

  Dawn frowned in confusion. She was so deeply under the spell of the foot massage that she was now having a hard time even deciphering English. Her eyes remained closed.

  Monica moved her hands up to Dawn’s ankles and pushed her legs up and back slow and easy but nonstop until her feet were on either side of her face and her ass was curled upward trembling and flexing uncertainly.

  Monica was pleased Dawn kept her eyes closed, “Stretch, stretch, stretch. Just let all the tension flow out of you. Keep your eyes closed so you can focus on relaxing. Now stretch your neck forward, raise your head as much as possible. ”

  Monica talked to keep Dawn under her influence but also to disguise any sounds that might alert the woman. Like the clinking of the little steel links on the handcuffs she pulled from a planter next to Dawn’s lounge chair. Monica placed them there two weeks ago when Wayne Jones first tasked her with the seduction of Cassandra’s mother. It took a while for Dawn to show up at the Ladies of Greenville Club but now the plan was rolling along smoothly.

  She could have used rope but it would have taken too long to tie. Handcuffs might clink but they were much quicker.

  With Dawn’s head obediently craned forward, her feet pressed down past her ears, and her eyes still tightly closed it was easy to center the open cuffs on each lovely ankle and then press them closed simultaneously with a series of ratcheting clicks. Dawn’s eyes popped open, started and alarmed.

  “What?What’s going on?What are you doing!?!”

  “Oh, Honey, I just put a holder in place to help you maintain your stretch. Don’t worry, it’s good for you. ”

  Dawn twisted her head left and right trying to see what was attaching her ankles but to no avail. There was only a short length of chain between the cuffs so her ankles were well below her ears and she could, indeed, feel her leg, gluteus, and lower back muscles incredibly stretched. It hurt, as did her neck, and she missed that marvelous foot rubbing.

  “Let me go?”Dawn was appalled her demand sounded like a meek question.

  “Shut up, close your eyes, and fucking relax. ”

  Dawn stared up at Monica incredulously. What was all this?

  Monica leaned back, took aim, and then delivered a smashing spank into Dawn’s airborne behind. Dawn’s eyes somehow went even wider and she was too shocked to yell. She wanted to yell but just couldn’t get it out. She saw Monica wind her arm back again like a catapult tensing for launch. Oh no.

  Whack!

  She spanked her again!Twice now!It hurt even worse the second time but at least she was able to yell and that seemed to help some of the pain escape out through her throat. Small comfort that as the third spank landed, followed by the fourth, the fifth, more, more, so many she could not trouble to count. She found the pain built far faster than she could release it through yells. Monica’s free hand pressing down on the underside of her turned upward thigh prevented her from rolling away from the spanks.

  They finally stopped but the pain continued to blaze. Dawn knew she had to say something but forming words or thoughts was too difficult a task. Experiencing misery was all she was up to for the moment.

  “Look at me, Honey. ”

  Dawn did, gasping and sniffling.

  “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Now and forever more. That’s just the way it’s going to be. You don’t have to like it but you will. Now then. I told you to shut up and close your eyes. Now fucking do it!”

  Dawn did it. What choice did she have?

  She was shocked again when another spank landed. Again!She’d obeyed, hadn’t she?What more did Monica want from her?Another spank landed and she released a moan of pained frustration. She opened one eye slightly. She didn’t know what to do but felt she had to know if another spank was coming.

  Monica was staring at her eyes, specifically watching for this. She waggled one finger from her spanking hand as if to say ‘naughty, naughty’. She smacked another morale-demolishing spank into Dawn’s flaming rear end.


  Then she spoke, “I never said do as I say and I’ll stop spanking you. That’s not how it works. No bargaining. You do whatever I say for its own sake, obedience without alternative motive. I’ll spank you and hurt you in other ways if I want -- and I will want -- and as much as I want. You have no say but, don’t worry, I’ll teach you to love it. ”

  Monica’s eyes held hers hard and steady. It was clear she really believed what she was saying. She didn’t look crazy no matter how wild her actions were. Dawn could not continue to meet those strong eyes with their withering willpower. Dawn closed her eyes, closed her mouth, and let her head sink back until it was resting painfully on the hard little links connecting the handcuffs. The move also stretched her taut leg muscles even more.

  Another spank landed. Her ass absorbed the pain.

  Another spank landed. If someone was watching from the tree line, what would they think?

  Another spank landed. The watcher would have a hard on for sure. Or wet panties.

  Another spank landed. Monica’s free hand no longer had to make any effort to hold the captive.

  Another spank landed. Dawn wondered wildly why she’d closed her eyes and mouth in obedience to Monica’s wishes when the woman was still spanking her. For why?

  Another spank landed. She could open her eyes now.

  Another spank landed. She didn’t feel like opening her eyes.

  Another spank landed. Vision would only distract her from the fascinating pain….

  The spanks stopped but Dawn didn’t notice for a while because the pain continued.

  “Enough of that spanking for now, Honey. We wouldn’t want my hand to get chafed, would we?Time to help you relax since you don’t have the will to force yourself to relax. To do that properly we’ll have to go in the opposite direction first. ”

  Dawn felt Monica’s finger tracing at her pussy lips through the thin soaked stretch of bikini bottoms casing her sex. She really felt it!The light tracing contact was unspeakably profound. The pain throbbing across her ass cheeks was quickly accepted as a fact of life and all of Dawn’s concentration was on that finger sliding up and down her slot, each trip pressing slightly more firmly. Dawn delighted in the contact.

  She was incredulous to realize even though she hadn’t come yet, wasn’t even naked, this might already be the best sex she’d ever had. She’d thought her sex life with her husband was good but it paled to insignificance in comparison with this. This nasty woman was doing this to her. A damn lesbian!She made her feel a sexual need stronger than any she’d ever felt.

  Dawn shuddered in frustrated almost-orgasm. She would do anything. She would allow anything. She knew that now. It was a fact.

  Two fingers were moving up and down her hot cunny. Dawn needed more. How could those fingers give her so much pleasure yet still not enough?She’d never felt so aroused but couldn’t come even though in the past she had come hundreds of times from far less sensation. She didn’t know the pain was keeping her from orgasm while letting the pleasure build and build.

  She needed much more. She couldn’t stand this pleasure one second longer….

  The teasing building pleasure went on and on. Again and again she felt she could not stand another moment, not one more instant, only for minute after agonizingly pleasurable minute to pass in timeless pleasure torture.

  She felt Monica pull her crotch band up and to the side of her pussy. She let the wet strip snap back against Dawn’s flesh like a giant rubber band. Dawn knew Monica must be looking at her bared pussy mound. Her lust flash-flamed. She was exposed!

  What was Monica seeing while looking at her pussy?The black pubic hair must be tangled, the wiry hairs fighting to rise against the weight of collected moisture. Her pussy must be a hot wet mess. Would Monica be disgusted… or pleased?

  Her question was answered by a long finger intruding up her vaginal channel and full lips descending to suck on her defenseless clitoris.

  In seconds Dawn screamed in orgasm far louder than when she was spanked. The orgasm caused her pussy muscles and most of the muscles across her entire body to clutch in fierce transition from a thinking person to a creature of pure sensation.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  Dawn’s climactic cries wavered as her legs flexed, jerking the cuffs against the back of her head and bouncing her head about. Her pelvis pushed against Monica’s face as if she was trying to push away the pleasure-giving mouth. The effort, conscious or not, failed because Monica was determined to keep up the assault of pleasure.

  Dawn’s clitoris was full and swollen, fat with thrilling sensation. Monica’s full but strong lips held the clitoris fully captive, a miniature version of Dawn herself, and she applied suction with power.

  Monica knew one orgasm was good but a second was actually more than twice as good. One was just an exception or at least could be viewed that way later on.

  She sucked and Dawn could not escape it. She climaxed a second time her cries becoming a warbling wail.

  Of course, twice could still be viewed as a coincidence. Monica stabbed her tongue into Dawn’s honey jar, thrust a few times, and returned to recapture Dawn’s extended helpless clitoris. Monica had a skilled, strong, well-exercised mouth.

  It took another full two minutes but the outcome was never in doubt. Not in Monica’s mind. Dawn’s mind was not capable of either doubt or faith at the moment.

  Dawn climaxed a third time, hard, her wail turning into a nonsensical yodel. Monica delivered a few toothy nibbles to the victimized clitoris in order to raise the volume of the amusing orgasmic yodels.

  After the orgasm drained away Monica took the cuffs off her. Her legs flopped down and she lay there, sweaty but cooling rapidly. Dawn, insensate, made no resistance as Monica removed her bikini, top and bottom, leaving her completely nude in the bright sunlight. Monica knew that she would soon get sunburned but she didn’t care. Actually, she did care, and was happy for it. A sunburn would just keep reminding Dawn of the events of this day. Each sensitive scrape of clothing on sunburn, each burn of movement, would serve as a reminder to Dawn, again and again over the coming days. She’d get over the sunburn but would never get over what was done to her or how she reacted to it. Monica smiled with broad satisfaction.

  She couldn’t wait to report her success to King Wayne Jones!

  Monica lay back on her lounge chair rubbing suntan lotion into her skin as she watched Dawn toast up in the sun. Too bad the slave-to-be was too exhausted to please Monica orally. Oh well, Monica’s body hovering over her would have shaded her too much anyway. Better that she gets a good thorough burn. Monica savored the image of each flaming contact with clothing reminding Dawn of this encounter as would the concerned comments of her daughter and servants. It would also keep her indoors a few days, secluded and thoughtful. Monica foresaw the stages Dawn would pass through: dismay, depression, anger, shame, acceptance, curiosity, and, most pleasingly, longing. Their next encounter would need to be timed perfectly.

  Or would, if it were not for the well hidden wireless cameras throughout the Zane mansion and property. Knowledge was power and a dominant like Wayne Jones loved power. The cameras were all installed on the sly even before Jones brilliantly secured his release. Always best to do the suspicious stuff before any chance for suspicion ever began.

  They’d watch the views -- the cameras had night vision -- and when they saw Dawn masturbating they’d know she was at the ‘longing’ stage.

  Jones had been irritated to learn of the bodyguard contract with the female “pretend friend” Indira. It was a complication. He’d expected Cassandra’s mother to hire guards but had not expected the bodyguard companion. If he had he would have made provisions for the personal bodyguard hired to be one of his slave women, one capable of dominating when ordered to do so. Like Monica, like her daughter Kira, or like Anni who was currently runni
ng the Institution of Submission. It would have been easy for one of them in that role to seduce and enslave Cassandra. It was not to be and it was clear Indira was beyond bribery. Jones just hated it when anyone out-thought him or when he failed to anticipate their every move.

  News of Monica, a. k. a. Firecrotch, catching up with Cassandra’s mother and making significant progress would no doubt please him greatly. It was key to have the mother distracted. Distracted?Hell, she would be a key tool in obtaining Cassandra’s submission!

  After an hour in the sun passed Monica got up and turned Dawn over onto her stomach. Monica wanted her evenly sunburned. Wouldn’t want her to have a way to lie or sit comfortably!

  Weary Dawn mumbled she would burn. Monica rubbed gleaming oil all over the backside of her body. It was just oil used to make musculature gleam. There was no sun protection in it. In this case, what Dawn didn’t know -- the oil was not suntan lotion and Monica did not meet her by accident -- could, and certainly would, hurt her.

  Chapter 5

  Fishy was too tired to swim any longer so she went to the shallow end of the pool. They kept her swimming hours every day in part to keep her toned and in part to advertise her. She learned from casual comments from her users, both Internet and cohabitants at the Institute of Submission, that there was now a live feed of the pool area. Apparently many of the Internet Masters as well as submissive “wannabes” who wished they could be in her place had the feed set to pop up on their computer screen whenever motion was detected.

  Even Fishy was only human though. No way could she swim eight or more hours each day as well as perform hours and hours of Internet masochism and humiliation without let up.

  When she was too tired to swim she was allowed to stand in the shallow end. The rule was she had to stand with the water barely touching the bottom of her slit and she had to stand right in front of a certain camera suspended from the ceiling. As she breathed hard recovering from the swimming she had to swish her hands back and forth on the water’s surface. This caused the water to roll and lap against her pussy. The contact was minimal and should not have been very arousing at all. The knowledge of all those unknown eyes full of bad intent examining her body and delighting in her subservient service made the lapping wavelets into artful caresses.