Room 54 - Book Three of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (3 page)

Mrs Peters laughed, ‘If you’re looking to Mr Wheeler for understanding Miss Sanders, then I fear you are looking in the wrong place. The poor man has been kept on the edge of climax for almost three hours now, and I don’t think he’ll have the energy or patience to concentrate on anything but getting what his body so badly needs.’

Sam tried to talk, but his gag smothered his words and a spray of frustrated spittle shot from the corners of his mouth.

‘Once Sam tells me what I want to hear, then he’ll be free to join in.’ As she spoke, Laura Peters began to pace the study. ‘Until that time, he will remain imprisoned.’

Jess wondered how he was supposed to make his intentions known when he was muffled, but was sensible enough not to ask. She was also afraid. She’d been frightened and nervous almost every moment since she’d been thrown out of her depth at Fables, but this was different. Jess had no doubt why she’d been asked to place the stool there, and she knew it was going to hurt. She wasn’t sure she could withstand the show they were all about to put on, with her in the victim role, simply so Mr Wheeler would be turned on to the point that he’d give in to whatever demands Mrs Peters made of him.

‘Undress, Miss Sanders.’

Peeling off her blouse and skirt, Jess was suddenly grateful for all the exhausting workouts she’d endured, which had given her more body confidence than she’d ever had. As she bent to roll down her hold ups, she accidentally caught Miss Sarah’s eye. Although the other woman was conducting herself with the utmost professionalism, just for a second Jess could have sworn she saw a flash of something that seemed to resemble private desire. It was the same look she’d seen in her eyes early that morning when they’d licked each other out. The memory of that encounter sent extra zips of arousal coursing through her body, along with a sudden panic that Mrs Peters had seen it too. If she had, would she add to her punishment? Would Miss Sarah be chastised for it too?

Stood in only her bra and knickers now, Mrs Peters spoke to Jess again, ‘I’ve changed my mind. Remove those knickers, but keep your bra on. I think our guest should wait before he’s rewarded with the sight of your chest, and Miss Sarah has probably seen enough of it for one day.’

Jess didn’t dare glance at Miss Sarah to gauge her response to that comment, and did as she was told before standing with her hands behind her back.

‘Over the stool please, Miss Sanders. Your hands can grip the legs one side, and your toes should just reach the floor on the other.’

Her heart thumped harder than ever, and her mouth dry. Jess positioned her tensed body over the wide wooden stool exactly as she’d been instructed, and waited.

Chapter Three

With her stomach squashed against the stool and her hair hanging down the sides of her face, Jess really wished that Mrs Peters would just get on with it. Instead of being instantly spanked, however, to her surprise Jess found she had company as a naked Miss Sarah was directed to place a second stool before Mr Wheeler.

The fact Miss Sarah hesitated, even if only for a fraction of a second, as she leant over the seat was enough to tell Jess that she had not expected to be on the receiving end of her own cane.

If Miss Sarah hadn’t understood why she was to be punished, Mrs Peters was only too delighted to inform her. From her copious velvet pockets she produced a small device. Crouching between the two prone women, she held it in the flat of her hand.

‘A Dictaphone. As you know, there are many of these dotted about the Fables. Often they are accompanied by hidden webcams, but not always. Sometimes I ask Master Philips to place a portable bug in certain places for temporary use, such as in the gym ...’

Jess lifted her head as Mrs Peters’ voice trailed off meaningfully, and she realised that their boss must have overheard the conversation during her first exercise session. The manageress pressed a button on the small machine and Miss Sarah’s words echoed around the study, “Personally I think Mrs Peters is wrong. No need to look so shocked that I’m admitting that. I happen to know that this room is not bugged, so I can do and say what I like. I’m also confident that you are not foolish enough to share my thoughts on this.”

Miss Sarah said nothing as the Dictaphone was pointedly clicked off, but her chestnut hair swayed a little around her lowered head as she listened to the further charges laid against her.

‘Then there was the little matter of the additional reward you gave to Miss Sanders after introducing her to Madam in the medical bay.’

This time Miss Sarah did protest, ‘But that was a penalty! I was testing her. I wanted to know what was so damn special about the girl.’

‘The fact remains that when you found out what that special quality was, rather than simply nurture it for our guests, you decided to enjoy it for yourself. As if that wasn’t enough, there were the licked-tit rewards for sit-ups, the lack of an effective punishment to Miss Sanders for climaxing during exercise routines, and then of course, your merging of this morning’s exercises into a 69 session.’

‘But they were incentives! Something to keep her going, build up her stamina. Just like you used to for me!’

A tense hush descended on the already strained room. Mrs Peters’ expression spoke volumes, but rather than venting her displeasure at Miss Sarah for sharing such information, the manageress merely continued with what she was saying, albeit through clenched teeth.

‘Mr Wheeler and I have studied the tape. In fact Mr Wheeler enjoyed it so much he watched it twice while I was busy preparing him to witness this evenings test; a test which both you and Miss Sanders have to pass if you wish to stay here.’

‘I’m good at my job, you’ve said so!’ Shock, and the fear of losing a position she loved, made Miss Sarah bluster for a moment before she forced at least the appearance of composure on her face.

Continuing, Mrs Peters conceded, ‘You are good at your job, and I would rather keep you than lose you, but I’m in charge here, and lately you seem to have forgotten that fact. I am supposed to be consulted before any of you indulge in any personal satisfaction. A rule you know very well, and one you have never broken until the temptation of Miss Sanders’ presence was granted to us a few weeks ago.’

Jess couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Miss Sarah is being punished because of me!
Shuffling on the wooden stool, the wait to be spanked was overtaken by the wait to see how Miss Sarah would respond. Thinking back to her exercises that morning, Jess realised how it must have appeared on the webcam. She’d been so wrapped up in how fantastic going down on a woman felt while they were returning the favour that she hadn’t thought beyond the moment. Now, time to think had been thrust upon her, Jess had to admit that when she’d seen Miss Sarah walk into the study, something in her had stirred; a hope that she would be the one to administer her correction, for if she did, she might well sweeten the penalty with a reward.

Brought out of her musings, by the sound of approaching footsteps, Jess turned her neck awkwardly and saw that Lee had hastened next to Mrs Peters’ side, a long leather lace in his hands.

‘In order to make this impromptu competition fair, Miss Sanders’ arms will be tied to the stool so she does not struggle or attempt to knock the cane away. You, Miss Sarah, should not need the assistance of any type of restraint to keep you in place, for you have six months of experience and, as you say, you are very good at your job.’

The clerk didn’t dare speak as Lee, his dick swinging dangerously in front of him, knelt and secured her wrists to the front legs of the stool with each end of the single lace. The barman tugged the leather so it bit into her skin, but then, at the last minute, with the briefest of conspiratorial nods, he loosened it a little, leaving Jess unaccountably grateful for this brief show of consideration, before he returned to his station by the door.

Keeping her head still, but glancing out of the corner of her eye, Jess could see Miss Sarah’s knuckles, pale and stiff as they gripped the stool, and wondered if the dominatrix was regretting their additional activity that morning.

Leaving the two women for a moment, Mrs Peters placed a hand on either side of his face, bent forward and kissed Mr Wheeler’s forehead. ‘I hope you’re enjoying the show, my dear.’

Sam nodded, knowing denial would have been ridiculous, as his encased dick strained against its leather holster. Despite his own predicament he was fascinated by this unexpected development. For it had been the two women now supplicated before him that had so distracted and captivated him on the small screen with their mutual oral sex, that Sam hadn’t resisted Laura as she tied his arms to the hooks on the wall.

‘I knew you’d appreciate seeing them naked again, Sam. I think I can promise you that the noises they make this time, however, will be less rapturous than before.’ Mrs Peters undid his gag and kissed Sam full on the mouth, before leaving him gasping for air. Running his tongue over his lips in an attempt to moisten them, he opened his mouth to speak, but Laura placed a finger over his lips, ‘Shush now, sweetheart. You may only speak when you are willing to say what I wish to hear.’

Mrs Peters glided majestically between the crouched women, trailing a single finger along each spine, making their skin visibly quiver beneath her touch. This tenderness, however, was short-lived, for seconds later Jess’s arse was burning from the first strike of Miss Sarah’s black cane, her strangled scream ricocheting off the walls.

Her own yell dying down, the clerk could hear the air echo around the cane again as Mrs Peters brought it down on Miss Sarah’s buttocks with a resounding thwack, but only a small whistle of discomfort escaped from the other woman’s gritted teeth.

As a second hit sent its blossom of pain through Jess’s backside and straight to her breasts, where her nipples were grazing tantalisingly against her satin bra, her efforts to remain quiet failed. A loud hissed grunt shot from her mouth and her body rocked forward. Miss Sarah was still managing to maintain a still hush, and Jess realised that if she didn’t concentrate harder on deflecting the effect of the increasingly fast strikes, then she’d have lost this competition, before it had begun.

Grateful her hands were tethered, forcing her to stay in place, Jess wondered again at the depth of Miss Sarah’s self-discipline. She could easily knock the cane away, stand up and walk out. No one was forcing her to stay, yet here she stayed as Mrs Peters built up a criss-cross of pink strips across both her arse cheeks.

On the eighth stroke the tears that had been streaming down Jess’s face were joined by sobs, even though she’d just begun to feel the warm glow of desire blossom from the blows, she’d abandoned her attempts to be silent. Miss Sarah, however, had turned her laboured breathing into a controlled sigh, and Jess realised that she was enjoying the sting.

Mrs Peters also noticed the subtle alteration to her assistant’s reactions, and keen to deny her any further pleasure, immediately pocketed the cane. ‘Round One to Miss Sarah.’

Jess groaned, her heartbeat hammering in time to her throbbing backside. Before she could recover, she felt Lee’s hands back on her wrists. Untied, she was roughly manoeuvred so she sat on the stool, her sore arse smarting against the wood. Miss Sarah was also instructed to move, and Jess caught sight of her beautiful round butt, all lined and bruised with blotches of red, and felt an undeniable urge to kiss and lick it better.

Positioned face to face this time, Jess wasn’t sure if she should catch the other woman’s eyes in sympathetic understanding.
How much rivalry is there here anyway? We aren’t up against each other are we? Surely we can both pass this test? Not really?
Her thoughts were interrupted by Lee’s fingers fumbling with her bra strap. The freeing of her chest caused her to groan with relief in time to Mr Wheeler’s whine of appreciation and, if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, the further dilation of Miss Sarah’s pupils.

‘Round Two.’ Mrs Peters walked to the desk, and began to search through its drawers, ‘You will put your hands on your heads, where they will stay while Lee and I attend to your chests. The loser will be the one to move first. I assume I don’t need to tell you that you are not permitted to come.’

Gesturing to the barman to attend, Mrs Peters gathered together two quill pens. Jess felt her stomach recoil. She could already imagine what it would be like to feel the plush feather from one of the quills run over her breasts, and wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold off the orgasm she was sure they’d engender. Again, Jess flicked her eyes up at Miss Sarah. Her head was erect on her shoulders, her back was straight, and infuriatingly her hands were placed casually on her head rather than clasped together like Jess’s.

Lee placed a small wooden table between the women and the watching Mr Wheeler. Then Mrs Peters arranged a small pot of black ink and some blotting paper on the table and passed a quill to Lee, who stood before Miss Sarah.

‘Remember, ladies, you will not move an inch.’

Drawing in a sharp breath, Jess watched Mrs Peters and Lee dip the pointed ends of the quills into their inkwell, tap them onto the blotting paper, and then approach.

She’d been so sure she was about to be tickled with the feather, that the sharp, yet intensely sensual feel of the quill nib as it trailed ink across the top of her right breast was totally unexpected. Miss Sarah’s expression showed that she was equally surprised by the brand of torture that was being employed, and her angry green eyes shone with a deep glaze of lust and determination.

Prevented from looking down by the instruction not to move, Jess tried to read what Lee was writing across Miss Sarah’s flesh, as her own skin was caressed and scratched by the loops and flourishes of Mrs Peters’ handwriting. Every few seconds the protagonists would fill the quills with fresh ink, Jess became almost hypnotised watching Lee add ink, write his deepest darkest desires across the luscious tits of his mistress, and then refill his quill again.

Jess wondered what Mrs Peters was writing. Each stroke of ink sent flutters of need from her chest to her crotch. Her right breast had been covered, and her boss was already working her way across the second, making sure that the clerk knew when she’d finished a sentence with a brutally sharp full stop.

Her arms were beginning to ache, and the hair trapped beneath Jess’s palms felt sticky. Closing her eyes, she tried to banish the picture of Miss Sarah’s tits, covered in requests from Lee to be sucked off, buggered, and generally seen to in a vast number of ways. She opened them again almost immediately, however, as the sensations the quill sent zipping through her increased ten-fold in the darkness of her own imagination. The clerk could feel the juice, that had been building up since she’d arrived in the study, leak from her pussy, trickle down her thighs, and dot the wooden seat. With every swipe of the nib, an additional ripple of need hit Jess’s nervous system. The desire to move, to stretch her arms, to shuffle her bruised backside, and to look down at what had been temporary tattooed on her was becoming extreme.
When would they stop? Would they keep going until one of them moved?
Jess knew she couldn’t afford to lose this game.

Abruptly, Mrs Peters signalled to Lee, and they both rested their quill pens back into the inkwell. Simultaneously, the women let out suppressed ragged noises of relief, both confused as to why the writing had stopped before either of them had failed the test.

‘I’m impressed ladies.’ Mrs Peters nodded. ‘Stage Two I think, Master Philips.’

What the hell will they do next?
Jess watched as both quills were filled with ink, before both nibs were placed on the very tip of each woman’s right nipple, and squeezed.

The gasp that shot from Miss Sarah’s lips as a cascade of cold black ink ran down her ultra receptive teat was drowned out by the startled yelp from Jess as she experienced the same sensation. As excess ink dribbled down the ladies’ creamy flesh, Mrs Peters and Lee picked up a small square of blotting paper each, and begun to rub them over the inked tits. Instantly Jess felt her body go into overdrive as the rough paper scrubbed at her inflamed breasts. Biting her tongue hard to deflect her orgasm Jess felt blood drip down her throat as the delicious torture continued.

Now the women did look at each other and Jess felt Miss Sarah’s cat-like eyes lock with hers, but Jess wasn’t sure if she was willing her to hang on, or willing her to fail. As more squares of blotting paper were placed across their hot inky skin, much of the dribbled ink merged with the previously written sentences, into a spidery mass of black lines and swirls.

Jess could feel her pussy contract as Mrs Peters kept up the buffing of her right nipple, while smoothing a piece of blotting paper down between her legs, pulling it away the second it brushed the her clit. Jess whimpered out loud, as her boss held the paper up to Mr Wheeler. ‘Look at this, Sam, our naughty little clerk is so wet!