My Voyage of Submission Ch. 16

Manuel laughed. I gave him a peck on the cheek and got up, putting on a light dress so I could join everyone else. They all seemed glad to see me, everyone asking how I was doing and generally making a nuisance of themselves. My sister slaves and Delphine generally being the most anxious and inquisitive until I got sick of it and asked them to stop. When the food arrived, I put a pillow on a cushion on the couch and gingerly sat down to eat. I'd finished when there was a knock on the door. Edgar got up to answer it. Two policeman were at the door. I recognized the one from Chateau Roissy who'd questioned us. Edgar let them in.

They looked around at the opulence of the place a little before approaching Master.

"Monsieur Greenbriar, can you tell us what happened last night at Cries and Whispers?"

"Not first hand. I wasn't there."

"Why was anyone there at all, given what happened a couple days ago?"

"We did mention Mademoiselle Wilson was doing research on Dominance and submission, did we not?"

"It was mentioned. Why was there violence perpetrated last night by people in your employ?"

"Because violence was perpetrated on my people first by another," Master replied.

"Isn't that the whole purpose of going to one of those clubs, for the sex and violence? Isn't this club based upon the works and beliefs of the Marquis de Sade?"

I spoke up. "How familiar are you by the practice of Dominance and submission as practiced by most sane people today and not in de Sade's time?"

"Very little, I suppose. I think it vulgar, meant for Sadists and Masochists."

"Good for you. You'd be wrong of course, but at least I know where you're coming from. You should learn more about it because perhaps fifty percent of all French citizens have practiced some aspect of bondage and discipline. Actually most true Sadists and Masochists wouldn't go to a club like Cries and Whispers. Too tame for them."

"Doesn't the S and M of BDSM come from Sadists and Masochists?"

"It used to. More often today it stands for Bondage, Dominance, Submission and Masochism, but that's beside the point. Generally, practitioners of BDSM establish guidelines for themselves of Safe, Sane and Consensual. There is no BDSM without safety and consent. Otherwise it's assault and rape. Without those two things, all you have is slavery. Are you married, sir?"

"I am. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Have you ever handcuffed your wife, tickled her, spanked her, bitten or pinched her nipples or teased her with a vibrator without letting her climax?"

He didn't say anything.

"I'm going to assume from your lack of response that you've done one or more of those things. That's okay. It was probably enjoyable for both of you, but you have practiced some aspect of BDSM in your own life. It's not that uncommon for most people in even the most loving and caring of relationships to do those things.

"A true Sadist gains sexual pleasure from giving pain, and a Masochist from receiving pain. I do not enjoy giving or receiving pain. It does not give me pleasure, nor would it for most rational people. I can tolerate some pain if given pleasure to go with it. I can enjoy the dichotomy between the pleasure and pain, but that's all. Because while submissives like me go into environments such as Cries and Whispers for a variety of reasons, there are rules established for those places so they remain safe and consensual. Any one person could not strike me more than five times; no one could draw blood, and everyone is given a safe word, which if used, stops anything which might be happening to them. So if two people spanked me their allotment of five and a third wanted to do so, I could use my safe word to prevent him from striking me more than I would find enjoyable or comfortable. That is safe, sane and consensual.

"What happened to me last night was none of those things. This man, whoever he was, apparently upset at the arrest of his friend, Jean-Paul, the other night, took it upon himself to beat me bloody in retaliation. I used my safe word, and he didn't stop. He continued beating me. He exceeded the rules of the club and my own limits. The man sent to the club to keep me safe retaliated to protect me. That is what happened."

"He broke both of his arms, one of which he may never regain full use of."

"He should not have done this." I stood, turned, lifted my dress and showed them my bottom. "He was not going to stop. He didn't stop when told he must. I was protected from further harm, or would you have preferred my backside looked like Yasmine's?"

"Couldn't he have protected you by doing less than he did?"

"Perhaps. We didn't understand what the man was saying. We didn't know why he was beating me. We've gained some dangerous and powerful enemies by freeing some of the women we have. Jean-Paul was rich and powerful, you said it yourself. Was this man associated with them? Edgar had no way of knowing.

"What he knew was I was being hurt and he was supposed to protect me. He almost got fired for letting the man hit me once, let alone five times. He didn't know if there wouldn't be other attackers coming. If I were you, since this man was so friendly with Jean-Paul, I'd look into his background a little and see if he's bought and sold women himself, or if he was just the beneficiary of another man's slaves. It wouldn't surprise me if he's whipped or caned or raped Jean-Paul's slaves since they were such good friends. Perhaps you should speak to them more and find out if this man was part of the torture they endured. More than one person caned Yasmine at Chateau Roissy. I witnessed it. Perhaps this other man was one of them. He was apparently used to drawing blood. I, for one, was glad I had a protector to keep me from further harm."

Neither one of them had much to say in response to my last.

"Please, don't go to anymore of these clubs in France," the lead officer finally said.

"I didn't intend to. I expected more from a civilized country such as France is supposed to be."

With that, they took their leave. Master came over and hugged me, as did Edgar, Miranda, Francesca, Belle, Delphine and Michelle.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Master said as he hugged me.

"My education is good for some things," I said.

He laughed.

******

The rest of the day proceeded more like a normal day, save I wasn't much a part of it. Francesca, Belle, Miranda and Manuel were put through their paces by one or more of the Dominants. Some of our bodyguards spent time fucking any who wished to be fucked. Mostly, the freed slaves stayed in their room except for meals. Maahnoor took Henderson to one of the rooms and they disappeared for a couple hours. Pregnancy didn't seem to be slowing them down in the slightest; not yet anyway.

I was surprised when at some point in the late afternoon, Dominique mounted Jake and had Edgar fucking her ass. They didn't find one of the bedrooms to do so, which was the first surprise, nor did they stop when there was another knock on our door. Leo got the door. There was a man standing outside the door, I didn't recognize, though Delphine, Darla and Michelle all recognized him and looked at Dominique, being fucked right there in the room.

"Bon jour, I'm looking for my wife, Dominique. She told me I could find her visiting with family members here."

I don't think we could help it. Everyone's eyes kind of went to Dominque being double dicked by Jake and Edgar. His eyes followed ours and saw his wife being fucked in the cunt and ass. His mouth dropped open and he took one step into the room, then another, then a third, unable to believe his eyes.

"Dominique!" he exclaimed, otherwise speechless.

"Gaston," she replied, "right on time. We have a great many things to discuss, you and I, but I must finish what I'm doing first. Carry on men."

She started moving faster over their cocks, ignoring their surprise to suddenly be fucking the wife of the man standing inside the room, just inside the door. They must have been close as first Edgar, then Jake, froze, pulsing their loads deep inside Dominque's body. It was evident to all of us what had happened, Gaston as much as anyone else. He'd just seen his wife fucked by two different men at once.

Dominique stood up, the cum of both men running down her legs. I had to admit she looked sexy for a woman who'd carried a child. Curvy in all the right places, not carrying extra weight. I'd fucked her and enjoyed it.

"Do you love fucking this body, Gaston?"

"O-oui," he stammered.

"You're not going to fuck it anymore unless we make some changes, Gaston. In fact, our marriage won't last much longer unless those changes are made. Would you like to know what the changes are?"

"Oui," a little stronger this time.

"I'll tell you as soon as you lick this cum out of my cunt and ass. Otherwise you can leave right now."

We all waited in breathless anticipation to see what Gaston would do. I didn't think he'd be foolish enough to attack Jake and Edgar. Some men might, but Gaston didn't appear to be one of those men. He might also slap or punch Dominique. That was another option, though he kept looking at the men, wondering if they'd go to her aid if he did. He could also turn around and leave, perhaps his best option if he wasn't a cuckold.

He'd just watched two men orgasm in two of his wife's most sacred of places; her holy of holies; the altars of love. What he did do, was approach her, drop to his knees, and start licking the cum. She let him lick her cunt for several minutes, then turned and shoved her booty in his face. He started licking the cum dripping out of her ass, rimming her asshole nicely to catch it all. He kept it up until her crotch was clean. She turned around and faced him and put her hand on his head.

"You just stay there on your knees, Gaston, contemplating my cunt while I tell you what the new rules are. First of all, I'm damn sick of all your fucking around and I won't put up with it anymore. You've fucked so much cunt I lost track of it years ago. You even went after my sisters and my mother, you sick pervert. This shit ends now. From this moment forward, I'm going to fuck a lot of different cocks until I catch up to all the different pussy you fucked. You on the other hand will stop chasing after strange pussy or you will be cut off from my cunt and we are headed for a divorce. I won't be married to a pussy chasing bastard anymore. Mine is the only pussy you get from now on, and you only get it after sucking other men's cum out of my cunt or ass.

"Since you just did that, you get to fuck me now, after which you'll suck your cum out of my cunt. You will clean up after yourself henceforth. After yourself and everyone else who fucks me. If you're a really good boy, I'll let you watch them fuck me, like you did today. But that's only if you're a really good boy. If you're bad, I come home with fresh cum dripping out of my cunt and you won't know what big cock put it inside of me. Are you clear on the new rules, Gaston, because I don't wish to repeat them."

"Oui, ils sont très clairs."

"On va dans la chambre suivante. Je ne veux pas que tu sois gêné de te sortir de ta petite bite devant ces vrais hommes."

"Oui."

"Oui, quoi?"

"Oui, Maîtresse."

"Gentile, garçon."

She told him to get up and follow her. She left the room. He followed like a little puppy dog.

"What did she say to him?" I asked Michelle.

"She said we're going into the other room so you won't be embarrassed by your little dick in front of these real men. He called her Mistress and she said, Good Boy."

"I can't believe she's finally standing up to that prick," Darla said. "That was so fucking amazing. What the hell did you do last night to give her a backbone?"

"I'm not sure," Michelle said. "I would have said nothing, but obviously something happened. Whatever it was, good for her."

"Do you think he'll keep doing it," Jake said. "I have to admit it was pretty hot watching him lick my cum out of her cunt. That tipped the twisted scale big time."

"My feeling is doing it the first time was the hardest, especially in front of everyone. It will only get easier for him from here. I guess Dominique inherited that gene from you, Michelle," I said.

"Took her long enough to find it."

"Beth," Master said.

"What about Beth?" Michelle asked.

"You don't think it's mere coincidence one of your daughters suddenly decides she's submissive and one Dominant all by themselves, do you? Since Beth became a submissive, Lynn, Hannah, Francesca, Fatima, Henri, his daughter Liza, her college professor, Herman, and now Dominque have all become Dominants. Angelique, Sherry, Manuel, Miranda, Francesca, Miranda's sister, LuAnn, Herman's wife, Oliva and now Delphine have become submissive. Not to mention Simone and Pierre both accepted their submissiveness again. Nor do I think it unlikely that Björn won't join the list of Dominants in the near future. If a person has the tiniest spark of either attribute, Beth seems to fan it into flames. With the exception of Simone and Pierre, none of those people seemed to exhibit either one of those behaviors. She's like a storm, tearing down whatever walls people build around themselves and letting them find their true nature, their true self."

Michelle looked at me. "You are an exquisite submissive. I haven't felt this Dominant, this alive, for many years. It's been sleeping to an extent, whether from raising children, or growing old, I don't know what, but it seems fresher and more potent than it's been for quite some time."

"Fanned into flames," Master said.

"If you weren't injured now, I'd want you licking my cunt."

"I'm not that injured, Mistress, unless you wish to spank me."

"Joshua?"

"If she wants to lick your cunt, who am I to stand in the way."

I took her hand and led her to Master's bed. Might as well be comfortable. The pain in my ass had to be good for something.

******

When we came out, Dominique was berating Gaston.

"Five minutes is all you could keep it up. That was pathetic. No wonder you fucked so many women. No one would put up with your pathetic little cock more than once. We need to leave for home after supper. If you want to fuck me again, I'll need to fuck one of these other men before supper. Which one of them would you like to watch fuck me next?"

Gaston pointed to Henderson.

"He's married, Gaston. Unlike you, he honors his marital vows. Pick someone else."

He pointed to Leo.

"Leo, would you like to show my miserable husband how a woman should be fucked?"

"Sure. No problem."

"Do you mind doing it here so everyone can see how a real man fucks a woman?"

Leo had fucked slaves in public before. He had no problem fucking a Dominant the same way.

"Happy to."

For the next fifty minutes, he fucked Dominique on the couch, having learned from Master and me how to do her up right. He fucked her in the missionary, doggy, cowgirl, and licked her whenever he got close to cumming. Dominique climaxed at least eight times I noticed, and she made sure Gaston knew it, every time.

"What an animal you are, Leo. This is incredible. I'm cumming again. Fuck me harder. Stick it to me. I should let you give me my next child, so it won't grow up to be a wimp like Gaston."

"Be happy to accommodate you. Let me know. We'll be around Europe a bit longer. I could maybe fly in and do the deed."

"Bring a couple of your friends with you. I'll let all three of you fuck me at once. You don't mind sharing do you?"

"Not with a lovely woman like you," Leo groaned. "What a tight cunt you have. Are you sure your husband fucks you?"

"Not often enough. He chooses to fuck others instead of me and you've seen how useless he is even when he fucks me. All he's good for is cleaning up your cum for me."

"Here it comes, baby. I've got a huge load for you."

Leo grunted and started pumping out a big payload of sperm. Dominique was either cumming again, or pretending she was. Gaston couldn't take his eyes off their joining, watching Leo's big dick twitch, his balls bounce as he injected her cunt full of cum.

Dominique sighed as she dismounted. "That's the way a woman should be fucked. Lie down on the floor, Gaston. Let me feed you his cum."

Gaston scrambled to lie down on the floor and Dominique squatted over his face and let the cum drip out of her cunt all over his face. He tried to catch some of it in his mouth, but she kept moving around so some dripped on other places on his face. When as much dripped out as was likely, she put her cunt over his mouth and let him suck out the rest, then smeared her pussy all over his face. His face was coated with cum when she was finished.

"Leave that on your face, Gaston. That's what a good fucking smells like. Wear it all through supper."

"Oui, Maitresse."

I looked at Master. "I don't think you can blame this one on me, sir. Gaston still doesn't even know my name."

Master smiled at me. "I'll blame Dominique on you instead."

I'll be damned if Gaston didn't wear it all through dinner. Our servers kept looking at him. All the cum formed a hard glaze on his face. Dominique laughed and flirted with all the other men, ignoring her husband, much to Delphine's and Darla's delight. Apparently, he was not well liked within their family. If he'd made passes at all of them, I suppose that was to be expected.

"Let me pay for this," Michelle told Master, "This weekend was worth it."

"It's going to run to several thousand dollars," Master said. "Do you have that much to waste?"

"So much?"

"The wine was around three hundred dollars a bottle."

"No wonder it was so good. Let me at least pay for my family," Michelle said.

"Darla is part of my crew now. Don't worry about it. It's been my pleasure. A very interesting few days."

"I'm sorry Beth was injured on my watch."

"She doesn't hold you responsible, so I won't."

Dominique, Gaston and Michelle left after supper. Delphine lived in town and her car was at Chanel. Darla stayed with us since she'd had her visit with her family.

When we got back to our suite, Darla said, "Leo, you never fucked me like you fucked my sister. What's up, aren't I good enough for you?"

"I thought she was trying to stick it to Gaston, so tried to go along with that."

"If you can fuck like that, you should be doing it every time you fuck," Darla said. "That was damn near as good as Joshua. If you can get it up again, I'd like a fucking exactly like that one."

"Not a problem, let's go have a little privacy." They left the room.

Edgar said, "Great, more fucking competition."

"You can do the same thing, Edgar," I said. "It's not that hard."

"Delphine, I know you'll need a ride since we picked you up from Chanel," Master said. "I can have the limo driver take you."

"Master, if possible, I'd like to spend more time with all of you."

"You know I can't keep you."

"I know. You'll be leaving soon. I need to stay and keep my job. But if I could join you while you're in Paris, I would enjoy it."

"If you stay, you'll be subject to the same punishments and use by my staff as the others are. Are you willing to do this?"

"Yes, Master. I understand."

"Tonight, you spend the night with Hannah as she's without her wife and slave."

"Yes, Master. I'll enjoy serving Hannah. She's a lovely woman."

"Let her know when you need to be at work; she'll arrange it."

"Yes, sir."

"Miranda, you'll spend the night with Lynn, Manuel and Björn. Do as Lynn wants."

"Yes, sir."

"Francesca and Belle, give the rest of the men a blow job, then join Beth and I in bed."

"Yes, Master."

Master took me to his bed. "How is your bottom, Beth."

"It no longer hurts, sir, but it's still uncomfortable sitting on it."

"Too uncomfortable for you to fuck?"