My Voyage of Submission Ch. 16

"Delphine," she replied.

"She does model clothes for Chanel at their store, but we didn't have time to go to Chanel for something they might have," Master said. "We're pressed for time. Have a go and see what you can do for her."

He went back to the rack and picked out five outfits, bringing them to the naked woman. He held up a deep blue dress which if not silk, was silk like. The color went very well with Delphine's coloring, lighter than Darla and Michelle, and about the same as Dominique.

"May she put her arms down. It will be helpful."

"Of course. Lower your arms, Delphine," Master said. "Do what Remy tells you."

He held the dress up against her. "Yes, I love the color of this dress against her skin. Put it on, please."

Delphine put on the dress and it was designed so that one or the other of her breasts would be bared. She could not cover both. The material was so silky, even the covered one showed how prominently taut and delicious her nipple was. It had a wide slit up the front which climbed nearly to her vagina. Remy had her walk around and as she walked, each leg slipped through the slit, exposing a vast expanse of leg. Then he had her sit down on one of the chairs and the split parted and you could see clear up to her pubic lips, pouting prettily for her admirers. I wanted to lick her, and make her cum again.

"I love that one," Master said. "We'll take that."

The next dress she tried on was red, and similar to one I'd worn at one time with narrow panels front and back which swept the floor and wide open spaces on the sides. It was cut so high you could see she had no underwear and as she walked, she flashed her pubic bush, modest as it was. The top was like a red netting with sequins that flashed in the light which drew your eyes to the top, but did nothing to hide or cover her mammary assets.

"Another winner, Remy, but Beth, she'll need to shave her pubic hair. It's too obvious when she walks. You'll take care of it for me."

"Of course, sir."

The next dress was an unfortunate yellow that made her skin look sallow. As soon as Remy held it up, he discarded it. The fourth dress was sheer black on the bottom, two transparent layers of material, designed to be worn with a leotard which would have covered her sex. There would be no leotard, no panties, nothing covering her sex and she'd be bare underneath the layers. The narrow delta of her pubic hair was too obvious. Another reason to lose the bush, but then she would not even have hair to provide her modesty, just bare labia. Looking at it made me juicy. The top did have shiny diagonal black opaque stripes, but the stripes were narrow against the transparent material and left nothing to the imagination. With a leotard, it would have been sexy and presentable in any glamorous setting. Without it, Delphine was essentially nude with enough material to call it a dress.

"I'm thinking this is what she should wear to the club tonight, but I'm also thinking supper before hand, here at Le Cinq. Would this get her arrested, Michelle?"

"Parisians are noticeably tolerant of fashion, Joshua. I doubt anyone would squawk at such a vision. You work here, Remy. What do you think?"

"Mademoiselle is very lovely. It would be hard to protest such a vision of beauty."

"Done, we have our third dress."

While Remy was dressing Delphine, Michelle and Dominique had found their outfits for the night. Michelle had a full length leather dress which buttoned all the way up and down the front. She left the top four buttons undone exposing a generous amount of cleavage and the bottom twelve buttons undone so the dress was open to mid-thigh, and with another six buttons, could be undone to the waist. She had smoky gray silk stockings, a red g-string and red stiletto pumps, with four inch heels.

Dominique had a purple leather bustier laced up tight to pinch her waist and showed plump breast down to the areolae. It had a matching purple leather mini skirt and fishnet stockings which came up to just above the knee, fastened to a black leather garter belt whose straps extended below the dress. She had tight purple boots coming to mid calf. It was slutty and hot and screamed femdom.

Delphine was back to naked and on display. Remy and the woman, whose name I hadn't caught, kept looking at her. It was hard not to, as the only naked person in a room full of clothed people, and standing so boldly open to their gaze.

"Please add everything to my room bill," Master said. "There's only one more thing I'd like to bring to your attention. The young lady wishes to thank both of you for the time and effort of coming to our room and helping her select clothing. As you can see, she has no purse on her person with which to tip you, but thought perhaps a different sort of tip, one which her attire does allow her to provide, might be a suitable replacement.

"It's entirely up to you, of course. She can't force you to accept it, but she would happily provide it, won't you, Delphine."

"Yes, sir. Whatever they desire."

"My bedroom over there is vacant if you would like some privacy. I was thinking of perhaps fifteen minutes per person?"

They looked at each other and I could see the wheels spinning. There was no question Remy wanted to. His cock was hard already and his trousers did nothing to hide it. I wondered about the woman. If she'd had sex with a woman before, and enjoyed it, she might accept the offer. If she had curiosity about being with a woman, she might accept. It was a one way transaction and didn't require quid pro quo.

They seemed to come to some unspoken agreement. They would do it and never speak of it again, to anyone.

"May we remove whatever the device is on the lady?" The Slave Trainer.

"Beth," Master said.

I drew it down her legs and she stepped out of it. I wondered if either of them were married, not to each other, but some other parties. I didn't see any rings, but not everyone wore them. Remy led the way to the bedroom, opened the door and waved both women through. Were they both going to do her together? If they did, fifteen minutes apiece would be thirty minutes together. Clever if that was the plan. The door closed behind them.

While waiting for Delphine to finish, the replacement security team came in. Master introduced everyone. Since Dominique had lost Art as a playmate, she was sizing up the others. She asked Darla who she would choose. Darla said she couldn't go wrong with any of them. Dominique kept eying Art's racial opposite, Jake, just as mountainous, but black instead of white.

Since everyone was here, Master sent Belle to get the women and we ordered lunch. Michelle ordered something for Delphine. Before lunch was delivered, Remy, Delphine and the other woman came out of Master's bedroom. The other sales clerk was disheveled, her clothing and hair mussed. Remy no longer sported a bulge in his pants, and Delphines face was smothered in girl cum and cum was dripping down her legs.

"Was your tip satisfactory?" Master asked.

"The best," Remy replied.

"Give yourself another couple hundred each with my thanks."

"Merci, monsieur," the woman said. "I enjoyed myself immensely."

They left, wheeling away the rest of the items. Master introduced Delphine to the others, while I placed the Slave Trainer back on. The look of disappointment in her eyes when it was turned on tugged at my heartstrings a little. I understood her pain. Master put her food down on the floor and told Delphine to eat, no utensils. She didn't argue, didn't fuss, just said, "yes, sir," and put her face down to feed.

When Delphine put her face down to feed, Yasmine tried to copy her, and again, Fatima had to explain it was Delphine's choice to eat off the floor and not something Yasmine was required to do. Delphine finished and Yasmine asked her why she wanted to eat off the floor.

I was licking Michelle's cunt at the time so she was translating for me. "Delphine said she wishes to attend a club tonight where things such as this might be expected of her, like the one we found Yasmine at, though it's her choice to go. She said she's doing these things so we know she can do them. Yasmine is asking why she would ever want to go to a place like that. Delphine said because she is not being forced to go there, but wants to go there and she wants to see what it's like. Yasmine said it's not pleasant and no one should want to go. Delphine replies that she knows she won't be harmed like Yasmine was. People will make sure she's not. Yasmine is calling her crazy."

I knew I wasn't crazy. I'd had every kind of test known to mankind to know I wasn't crazy. I was intelligent, strong, stable, happy, in several positive relationships, yet I was doing something Yasmine dreaded with every fiber of her being. Now Delphine was exploring the same thing and unless I was completely bonkers, she was coming out as submissive as I was, and like Francesca, had never considered submission despite having a Dominant parent until meeting me. Was it only that I knew there were limits on Master and I trusted him not to do anything which would harm me?

Around three, after the Slave Trainer died, I had to show Delphine how to clean and recharge it, then take her into the bath and shave all the hair below her head off. I gave her an enema and she asked what for and I told her she might be required to clean a cock after it fucked her ass.

"Do you do this?" she asked.

"If my bottom has been cleaned as we're doing yours. Since I don't know what to expect from the new club, I'm not taking any chances. Francesca and Belle will be doing the same. I want to minimize my chances of being punished."

"What's it like?"

"Not much different from cleaning a cock which has cum in your cunt. It doesn't taste much different, slightly muskier, I suppose. The hardest part is your head messes with you. You know where that cock has been and you imagine it's worse than it is. If you were blindfolded and didn't know where it came from, you probably couldn't tell. It helps to have a strong stomach, but I can use a butt plug and show you there's nothing to be afraid of."

She shivered. "Even thinking about it makes me nauseous."

"Like I said, the mind messes with you."

I did myself after doing Delphine, shaving again to make sure I was smooth.

We turned the bathroom over to Francesca and Belle and rejoined the others.

"Master, what can you tell us about the club tonight?" I asked.

"Have you ever seen the movie, 'Eyes Wide Shut'?"

"Yes, sir."

"My agents inform me it's similar to the scene in that movie. Everyone will be given masks when you go in. While it's not a guarantee of anonymity, it does reduce the likelihood of someone knowing you or you them. You won't be moved around as you were at the first club, but as people come by, they can use you sexually in any way they wish, and even though someone is using you, doesn't mean someone else can't join them. They ask the first person to make room and then shove their cock, strap-on, or cunt into any remaining holes. As you'll be seated with Lynn and Björn as they hand out your survey and they're offering payment to take it, I'd expect a lot of people to approach your position, and seeing four provocative slaves seated there, expect many to take advantage of you.

"Your Mistress will be Michelle tonight, and she's never been to Cries and Whispers. She may lead you around on a leash to observe some of the activities there. This might expose you to even more people or the same people more times. I fully expect you'll get fucked there a lot. Dominque will be in charge of Belle, but since she's not experienced, she must remain with Michelle or Lynn at all times.

"My understanding is the club emulates the leanings of the Marquis de Sade, so punishments are fairly frequent. They are limited to five strokes apiece and cannot break skin, but it leaves a lot of leeway in how you're punished. I hope they use a paddle or soft stranded whip most frequently, but a cane or switch or single tail whip is allowed. The cries of Cries and Whispers are the sounds of slaves when they're punished. You'll be given a universal safe word at the door, and you may use it, but if using it, you must leave the club. You're allowed to speak, so you might try teasing the person who wishes to punish you. Perhaps waggle your sexy ass at him or her and say something like, 'wouldn't you prefer spanking me with your hands on my ass and feeling it move under you.' I don't know if it will help, but it could."

"Yes, Master."

"One of the bodyguards will be with each of you at all times and if someone does break skin, they have my permission to intervene and stop it, without using your safe word because of the violation of club policy. If anyone uses a safe word, you all come home. I'll not subject any of you to more abuse. Use your alias. I don't want anyone knowing you're the one who got Jean-Paul Belmonde arrested. He may have had friends or acquaintances who also own slaves."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Delphine, you still need to be whipped, twenty strokes. I'll do ten to your backside so you know what to expect from that, but fully half of them will be on your tits and cunt as it's possible you'll be whipped there tonight. You can still change your mind. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Have you whipped Beth's breasts and cunt, sir?"

"I have."

"Then you may whip mine, Master."

"Since I don't have any of the bondage pieces I usually have, available at the hotel, I want you to stand in the doorway and grip the door molding with your hands. Don't let go. I generally don't want your body moving because I could be aiming at one thing and hit something totally different than the intended target because you move. I'll delay the next strike until you've settled down and stopped moving again. The way I whip, it does leave stripes on your body, but they should be faded before you go to the club tonight, though they may still be visible at dinner. I'll be giving you Miranda's collar and cuffs since she's not going. Do you have any other questions?"

"No, sir."

"Then grab the door molding and hold tight."

"Yes, sir."

Delphine looked so lovely standing in the French doors leading into the bedroom. She faced the bed first and her ass was perfect, toned, beautifully rounded, a real pleasure to hold while I licked her. Master spread the first ten all over her backside, from shoulders to knees. I could see the red stripes forming with each stroke. I didn't know how many individual strands were on the cat, but ten strokes meant individual strands were striking you 70-100 times. They tended to clump together, so it was more like one big, wide, heavy strap hit you, but every so often, one of those pesky leather strips left the pack and could sting a nipple or clit something awful.

Once again, Delphine avoided saying yellow or red, but the backside was always a good place to start. The whip wasn't heavy and could be spread around fairly easily since almost anything could be a target except the face. The first ten over, Delphine turned around and faced the living room. I could see she was tense. No woman likes to imagine their breasts or pussy will be whipped.

"Master, before you finish, may I have a word with Delphine. I'd like to discuss sub space with her."

"Fine. Delphine, you may put your arms down and relax."

I pushed her into the bedroom and onto the bed, sitting beside her and holding her hand. "When Master said I was prepared for submission more than you, he was referring to my exercising. I'd experienced what's often known as runner's high. When I'm exhausted or sore and feel like I can't take another step, I get like a second wind, push through the weariness and pain and keep going. Experienced subs feel something similar called sub space. You let your mind drift, think of pleasant things, anything but the pain you're experiencing. For me, that flash of pain becomes like heat. I feel it spreading through my body from the point of impact to my breasts, my cunt, making me feel warm all over. It diffuses the pain and turns it into something akin to pleasure. Not like you licking my cunt pleasure, but something nicer than the whip. It's not uncommon for me to cum.

"You need to focus on anything but the whip. Think about a sunny day, a picnic, me licking your cunt, whatever takes you out of the present and into that other frame of mind. You reach for that something else, imagine it, let it fill your head. You'll notice the pain dissipating or moving farther away. After you've been whipped, I'll give you a couple orgasms to make you feel better, but ask for permission to cum. Are you ready?"

"Yes, thank you. I think that helps."

Delphine stood up and grabbed the door frame and told Master she was ready. He did a couple swings at her thighs and stomach, then moved up to her tits. She had this dreamy look on her face and whatever she was thinking about, must be pleasant. The whip tickled the bottom of her breasts, then the top, then the tips. She flinched, and yipped a little, but didn't lose the smile. The same thing happened as he moved down to her cunt. Her smile even got wider as he struck the top of her mound, though she did flinch as he got lower and hit her actual pubic lips, but she climaxed on the last one where he struck her clit, never as hard as anywhere else she'd been struck.

As she jerked and shook, still clinging to the door frame, Master dropped to his knees and licked the tenderized bud, extending and enriching her orgasm. Her hands dropped to his head and clung to him as she moaned through her climax. I'm sure Dominique was surprised to see her sister cum when whipped on the cunt, but Darla had seen it before, and so had Michelle. It took several minutes for her tremors to cease and Master slowed his attentions as she calmed down.

"Master, may I please give Delphine two more orgasms with your permission?"

"Yes, you may."

I drew her to the bed and had her lie back and slowly teased her to two more. She was feeling quite mellow when I finished.

"You were right. It worked exactly like you said it would. Thank you," she said when I resurfaced for air.

"You're welcome. It's nearly time to dress for dinner. You may wish to prepare by accepting your collar and cuffs. You'll be dining as a near naked slave tonight."

"How can it be so scary and so exhilarating at the same time?"

"I don't know. I haven't figured that part out yet."

******

I washed my face and brushed my teeth again, applying dabs of perfume to strategic areas. Master had me wear the black dress similar to the red one he'd purchased for Delphine, with the narrow strips fore and aft with the narrow panels over my breasts. She wore the black sheer one. Francesca and Belle were both in similarly slutty garments showing lots of skin when we went to dinner. Francesca's exposed the top half of her ass crack. Belle's breasts were only covered by sheer fabric. Our Dominants were also dressed for the evening out. Captain Amundsen was in tight pants which showed the bulge of his cock, a loose, blousy shirt I didn't even know he had, open to the waist, showing his broad, hairy chest to good advantage. I suspected Lynn had purchased it for him. Our bodyguards wore muscle shirts and similarly tight trousers, and I had to say, Jake filled his out very nicely.

I sat next to Michelle and she fed me. I wasn't in her lap and she didn't openly caress me, but her hand was on my upper thigh, stroking it, turning me on, though it didn't require much effort on her part. She would occasionally brush my pubic lips, almost as if it were an accident, though I knew it wasn't. Delphine, her entire naked body covered by two thin layers of sheer cloth, was being fed by Lynn, Belle by Dominique and surprise, surprise, Björn was feeding Francesca. His hand rested on the top of her ass as he fed her and her perky nips were burning holes through her flowing top.