Suki Teaches the Art of Submission

Suki Teaches the Art of Submission

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

The chill of the early morning air was punctuated by the chatter of oscillating sprinklers on Mistress Elaine's sprawling country estate as graceful arcs of water fell on the lush grass surrounding her equestrian center. The lights burned brightly in the horse barn, cutting through the emerging dawn light, and on entering one could see the back of a well-dressed woman, in heels, whipping the back of her submissive, who was chained between the pillars of an empty horse stall. An older man and a middle aged woman, both almost nude, were kneeling, watching impassively as the woman skillfully dotted the submissive's thighs and bottom with strokes from her riding crop.

Under the harsh white glow of the barn's LED lights, a naked woman was stretched within a paddock made of rough-hewn wood, arms extended wide, with her wrists cuffed and attached to opposing walls by thick links of shiny black metal. Her short cut ebony hair was already matted with sweat, and her pale white skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration. She shifted her bare feet, trying to transfer the pain, grinding her heels into a bed of freshly turned straw as chaff from the straw billowed into the air and clung to her calves and ankles.

The woman, the Domme, was Mistress Elaine, the dame of the estate. A woman of considerable self-made wealth, with her icy demeanor and elegant dress, she looked as if she was about to attend an important business meeting, not the training of her newest submissive. Her strawberry blonde hair was translucent in the bright light and her long lean frame coiled and uncoiled as she snapped her wrist to administer each strike with her favorite riding crop. She chose the horse barn, instead of her play room, to celebrate her love affair with her Fleck Delta crop, and the precision of its popper.

She had enough money to do anything and be anyplace, but she chose to be in that exact place and in that exact situation. There was nothing that gave her a greater thrill than training a new sub. This one was special. Jackie had been her chauffeur for the past two years. She was a wild thing when they met, young and brash and full of bravado. She was a bouncer at Elaine's favorite lesbian bar, and became friendly with the elegant blonde over their mutual love of horses. Elaine hired Jackie as her chauffeur even though Jackie had no prior experience as a professional driver. Elaine liked her, liked her enough to overlook her lack of experience and her relative youth. Elaine had no issues with Jackie's work performance, and was surprised when one day the young woman voiced her interest in Elaine's private life, and in particular Elaine's passion for domination and submission.

Jackie had an easy going personality, and as a dark haired beauty with a hard body, had no trouble attracting women who pandered to her whims. She had the casual sexual feelings of someone in her early twenties, where fucking wasn't a big deal, just something people did. She preferred a role as a lesbian Domme, taking control of the bland suburban girls who found her chiseled, slender body, scrolling tattoos, and pierced nipples exotic and sexy. She loved the way they blossomed into new personalities when she got them out of their fashionable clothes from Nordstrom or Lord & Taylor and they were eagerly licking her, trying to please her. But that breezy lifestyle left her wanting. She realized her women were like cotton candy -- sweet but no substance. She wanted something more, but didn't know what she was seeking.

Elaine had given her a tantalizing glimpse of the world of domination and submission. Occasionally, when walking the expansive country estate, she might see a man wearing a women's dress and performing gardening chores or a bare chested women cleaning the bathrooms. The visuals were more than titillating ... they aroused a curiosity long latent within her ... a curiosity about how she would react to giving control to another, rather than exercising the control herself. She was well aware of Elaine's remarkable self-control, able to handle the most stressful situations with apparent ease.

Jackie had seen inside of Elaine's play room, a well-guarded secret within the sprawling estate. Once when they were in the house Elaine had walked ahead and Jackie saw the play room door was wide open, and the array of instruments of pain that covered the back wall were in plain view. Jackie didn't think that Elaine knew about her inadvertent breach in security. She never discussed the details of her private life. She thought that Elaine was truly surprised when she voiced her interest in becoming one of her submissives.

Reality came back to her suddenly with Mistress Elaine's sharp snap of the leather riding crop on her ass, a localized hit of pain that made her eyes spring wide open and her breath escape her mouth in a silent scream. Her daydreams of submission to Elaine, her employer, had come to this. She was stretched with arms and legs spread wide, with breasts and hips pressed against the rough wood framing of the stall. Her gold nipple rings were chilled from the cool night air as she jumped again as the crop hit between her legs, sending a sizzling bolt of white heat through her.

"Thirty-two." Jackie struggled to maintain the count. Mistress Elaine had already started over once when Jackie's concentration waned. She forced herself to fight through the pain to keep track.

Elaine had said this was educational pain, to make her think about the reality of her new submissive role. The dark haired submissive stole a glance backward, seeing Elaine dressed in a soft cashmere sweater and tweed skirt and wearing designer heels as she silently snapped the crop against the palm of her hand, soaking in the scene that was wholly her creation. She could also see Mistress Elaine's two other subs, Jennifer, a spirited middle aged buxom blonde and Boxwood, an older, slightly overweight man, kneeling off to the side dressed in only their matching magenta panties. They were trying to keep a neutral look but clearly enjoyed seeing Jackie brought down to their level.

Elaine was in her element, each sub performing his or her appointed role, all for her. She could feel the familiar stickiness between her legs, an excitement brought on by the collective sexual energy she was a part of. She silently smiled to herself, knowing that this sexy woman in front of her would soon beg to know every crevice of her pussy and asshole. Jackie was standing there, her body electric, and two subs were kneeling, Elaine testing their self-control and withholding the release that each of them sought. Elaine's hand went back and then forward with the crop.

Snappp. " Thirty three." The number was shouted, as if to demonstrate that she could take more.

Elaine noted her new sub's tolerance for pain and unclipped the handcuffs so Jackie's arms could drop to her side. The brunette hugged herself and rubbed her aching biceps. "Turn around, Jackie," the blonde said in a low voice.

Jackie took a step back, letting her arms relax for a moment, then turned to press her ass and her shoulders against the back wall, with legs apart and arms out. Her small, firm breasts jutted out, and her nipples with their rings were very hard. She was naked except for the magenta training collar. She hadn't earned a real collar yet, though Elaine had no doubt Jackie would successfully complete her training. A dribble of moisture ran down the fledgling submissive's inner thigh.

Snappp, sharply against the top of her right thigh. "Thirty four." Jackie's eyes burned with determination -- and passion.

Elaine stepped forward, to press Jackie's wrists more firmly against her legs, and then cupped and lifted her left breast, with her thumb circling the nipple ring.

"I'm hoping you see the point of this exercise Jackie; I own your body now, but we don't need a leather fantasy domme costume or a bondage dungeon to act it out. Your pain is simply there because I enjoy it, and so is any sexual pleasure I allow you to have. Arms and legs wider now, show me you want this."

Jackie shifted position, opened her lips, and widened her eyes, trying to show her need while saying nothing. Elaine stepped back, then explored Jackie's body with a flurry of strikes from the crop on the sides of her breasts, her hips, and between her legs, as Jackie counted along. When Elaine stepped back, she could see the red marks on the skin and the wetness along Jackie's labia.

"Jackie, hold your position and think about how fully exposed you are. Boxwood, you're needed here, crawl to her."

The balding, older man became alert as his name was called, and went to all fours, crawling across the straw covered barn floor, looking ridiculous in his ill-fitting stretchy panties. He knelt in front of Jackie, avoiding her eyes, then licked up her thigh and put his lips and tongue to work on her perspiration covered body, finally sucking and licking her clit. Jackie looked down at his bald head and thick body, not at all what she had ever wanted, Then Elaine started flogging Boxwood, urging him to work harder and faster, while he reached up and fondled Jackie's breasts.

"You can cum now Jackie," she heard Elaine say through the crosstalk of the pain from the whipping and the pleasure from Boxwood's tongue.

Jackie felt her hips buck as she was made to climax, almost as if it were not her body to control. She gripped Boxwood's balding head with her hands and crushed his face against her cunt, as each involuntary contraction sent a ripple of pleasure through her. Satisfied with her sub's orgasm, Elaine nudged Boxwood away with her foot, leaving his face coated with juices and Jackie shaking as she kept her position.

Elaine was done. She could feel her thighs sticking together from the moisture of her overheated cunt. She looked forward to the next session later that day, and then summoned the image of Jackie on her knees begging to be between her legs. She reminded herself to suppress these emotions from her face, wanting them to see only her icy exterior demeanor.

"Sub playtime is over. Boxwood, help her dress for work now."

The kneeling man held out a pair of the magenta panties, while Jackie stepped into them and he slid them up her legs and over her ass, with a lingering touch. Her body still ached from the flogging as she knelt alongside him, and Jennifer crawled over to kneel with them.

Mistress Elaine stood over them, with her favorite riding crop tucked under her arm. "Your list of chores and clothes will be in the mudroom."

* * *

Jackie had always wondered what it would be like in Elaine's world. It seemed so rich in emotion and feeling -- far more than the superficial relationships that defined her. She shivered in her magenta panties with her arms wrapped around her bare chest as she stood in the mudroom of Mistress Elaine's country house, unable to shake the image of herself bound in the horse stall, wanting to feel the pain of her Mistress's lash, and then being pushed over the edge by an older, balding man, someone she wouldn't have given a second glance if she saw him on the street. She knew Mistress Elaine wielded control over her subs like a conductor and her orchestra, but to now be part of her carefully crafted scene gave her an inner satisfaction -- an inner peace -- that she had never felt before.

She looked on the floor and located a wrinkled plain brown paper bag with her name scrawled on the front in black magic marker. Boxwood and Jennifer had gone ahead of her and had already changed and started their assigned chores. Jackie opened the bag, to find a short pleated skirt, strappy high heels, and a push-up bra that lifted up her exposed breasts. There was a sealed envelope on the bottom of the bag. She tore it open to find a piece of engraved stationary bearing Elaine's initials in a Cyrillic font. In Elaine's hand, it said simply, "Serve Her."

Jackie turned the piece of paper over, wondering if there were more instructions on the back. The back was blank. She wondered what the instructions meant, and the mystery of it put her more on edge -- a prickly feeling under her skin. She felt alive, and that was enough for her.

As she was pondering the meaning of the note, Boxwood entered the service entrance and stood in the mudroom, not more than a foot from Jackie. The older sub tried not to look at Jackie's exposed breasts, but his eyes couldn't help but gaze at her perfect "B" cup breasts, presented with the help of the black push-up bra.

"May I help you?" Jackie asked angrily, not acknowledging the fact that less than a half hour before that Boxwood was between her legs providing the most intimate of service.

"M ... M ... Mistress Elaine wanted you to help me in the garden," he stuttered, still captivated by Jackie's sexy body.

"Of course," she replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to ask of a woman wearing a short skirt over magenta panties, heels, and uplifted and exposed breasts.

Boxwood led the way, walking awkwardly across the gravel driveway and to a large grassy area where Elaine exercised her horses. There was a small rose garden adjoining one of the paddocks, and Jackie noticed that there was a large orange plastic tub and a rake resting against it on the edge of the lawn.

"Here," said Boxwood, thrusting a pair of pruning shears in front of the young brunette. Jackie had never handled a pair of gardening shears in her life. She teetered on the grass in her strappy heels, trying to figure out how to unlock the pruners.

"It's like this," Boxwood instructed in a firmer tone of voice, demonstrating how to slide the lock lever over so the shears could open. As he leaned over to handle the safety, he couldn't help but graze Jackie's breast with his hairy left arm. Jackie involuntarily recoiled at the unexpected touch, pulling the shears away from Boxwood hands. The scissors popped open, and the tip of the blade caught the palm of Boxwood's hand.

Fortunately, Boxwood reacted quickly as he jumped aside, the pointed end barely grazing it, and a small trickle of blood appeared on his hand. He instinctively made a fist to cover the wound.

"That was close," Boxwood exhorted, looking at the shears embedded in the short grass, tips down, not more than two inches from his bare foot. He looked at the intact foot and then at Jackie. He didn't even notice that his hand was bleeding, though his fist was still clenched.

"You're hurt," cried Jackie, moving closer to him to inspect his hand. She reached forward and took the wrist of the injured hand, waiting for him to unball his fist. He looked at her, trying to comfort her.

"I'm fine," he said dismissively. He opened his hand to show a one inch scratch on the upper palm, with blood slowly seeping from the small gash. He pressed the wound with the forefinger of his other hand. The pressure staunched the flow of blood.

He looked at Jackie. She was horrified and concerned. She couldn't believe she did that, and was grateful greater damage hadn't been done. The older man walked towards the horse barn entrance. "Let's go in here. There's a first aid kit inside the paddock." He went inside and Jackie followed, her ankles wobbling as she negotiated the grass and then the dirt surface of the paddock. The dust surrounding her open high heeled sandals coated her toes.

Boxwood was already running cold water over his hand in a stainless steel utility sink. Jackie spotted the first aid kit and pried it off the wall. She approached Boxwood, who was engrossed in the chore of cleaning the wound and his dirty hands.

"Hey, you OK?" Jackie stood next to Boxwood, her tits practically touching his left arm. Boxwood looked to his side, leaving his hands under the running water.

"I'm good. I'm good. A small bandage and it's all fixed." Boxwood was almost embarrassed that he got hurt. He reached over to turn off the water. Jackie put the first aid kit on the sideboard to the sink and tore the wrapper off a large band-aid.

"You're a really kind man," said Jackie, not one to often receive an act of kindness. She looked with as much admiration as one can muster when seeing an overweight, balding older man wearing a pink ballerina tutu and a black Pink Floyd t-shirt. Boxwood held his palm out. The cold water had temporarily staunched the flow of blood. Jackie placed the band-aid carefully over the wound and kissed his palm when she was done.

"All better," she pronounced. Boxwood was moved by the small display of affection.

Jackie was pressing the first aid kit back in its place on the wall when the two were startled by loud hoofbeats approaching the barn. They pressed their backs against the wall as two magnificent chestnut geldings came to an abrupt stop, raising a huge plume of dust.

Boxwood could hear a voice within the dust plume declare, "You win again. You always win Elaine." The older sub had been in Mistress Elaine's employ long enough to be familiar with all of her friends. He couldn't make out her voice, a lower timbre befitting a muscular woman.

Elaine laughed her unmistakable laugh. "Home field advantage Suki. Home field advantage."

The horses entered the barn, and Boxwood and Jackie got their first glimpse of Elaine's mystery friend. The short woman took off her riding helmet and shook her mane of jet black hair. "Nice ride, Elaine. You've got a nice place here." She jumped to the ground, all five foot one of her, bouncing on the rubber mat that covered the floor of the barn's common area. She was muscular, her biceps showing through her tight fitting top. A tingle went down Jackie's spine. This was her kind of woman. She realized the meaning of the note Elaine left for her. "Serve Her," it said. She would serve Suki, a Japanese princess.

Elaine dismounted, walking towards Suki and dusting off the sleeves of her stylish riding jacket. "There's nothing I enjoy more than a good ride in the morning." She took Suki's riding helmet and placed hers and Suki's on hooks on the wall. "And seeing you."

Suki got up on her toes and pulled Elaine's head towards her, kissing her full on the lips. Elaine closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. Jackie had never seen Elaine intimate with anyone, not in the romantic sense, in the two years she served as Elaine's chauffeur. "I missed that too," said Elaine, regaining her balance after the impromptu kiss. Elaine was always the bastion of reserve, where Suki was impulsive. Elaine loved Suki's zest for life, which for a memorable four week period during her professorship at Barnard many years back, included her as a lover ... and teacher in the art of submission.

Suki was called a Japanese princess because she was the daughter of the fourth wealthiest man in Japan. Ever since her coming out party at age 16, she was the darling of the Japanese paparazzi. She went to Barnard in part to escape her suffocating notoriety in Japan. She always identified as a lesbian, which also made it difficult to live the lifestyle she wanted. At Barnard, she was just an incredibly adorable and attractive woman, and was always madly in love with one woman or another. When Suki returned to Japan shortly after graduation, Elaine thought she'd never see her again, but out of the blue she received an e-mail from Suki telling Elaine that she was going to attend a wedding in Connecticut and would like to visit her. The trip had been set for two months, and Elaine so looked forward to the visit.