Free The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy by Kay Jaybee Page B

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    ‘Just as I suspected! The girl has no self-control. This strap is soaked through.’
    A cruel gleam came to the client’s eyes. ‘I suggest an insert.’
    His words made Jess’s eyes spring back open. What sort of insert?
    ‘Open your eyes!’ Mrs Peters held a small, perfectly polished, wooden dildo in the palm of her hand. ‘You will bend your knees and crouch down.’
    Jess moved reluctantly, the constricting of her lower body increasing the tension that rippled across her pussy. Once positioned, the manageress ordered her to stay exactly where she was.
    For the first time Jess was glad of all the training Miss Sarah had been giving her during her enforced exercise classes at keeping still and holding uncomfortable positions for long periods of time.
    Manhandling Jess’s crotch, Mrs Peters loosened the strap and then, without ceremony, pushed the dildo up inside her, making her yelp as it filled her cramped channel to the hilt, and remained trapped there, hard and unyielding, by the strap.
    ‘Fasten that belt extra tight, Mrs Peters.’ David was now sufficiently recovered to prowl around as Mrs Peters yanked at the belt until it dug into Jess’s stomach, and the dildo was pushed in even deeper.
    Her knees were beginning to tremble as Jess waited, too scared to move now that the wood was firmly inside her.
    ‘Why so worried?’ Mrs Peters taunted as she rose to her feet, ‘I’m sure you wanted to have something in that hot little pussy, and now you have. Some gratitude wouldn’t go amiss.’
    Through gritted teeth, Jess said, ‘Thank you, Mrs Peters.’
    ‘That’s better. Honestly, if you can’t mange basic politeness then there’s no way you’ll progress with us. You won’t meet my guest and you certainly won’t discover what’s behind the door to Room 54. Now, over to you, David.’
    Jess watched him with morbid fascination, as the dildo shifted slightly within her, pussy juice escaping from the sponge of the strap.
    ‘Stand up and approach.’
    Jess moved awkwardly, clumsy with the solid shaft within her.
    ‘I would like you to lie here.’
    For a second Jess felt as though her heart had stopped beating as he pointed towards the rack, but then realised he was gesturing to a thin bench just behind it. Unsure if it would be wide enough to support her, but not wanting to provoke any more anger, Jess obeyed.
    Her head rested on the hard surface, but it was so narrow her shoulders and hips protruded over the edge, and it was very difficult not to let her legs drop over either side of the bench. That problem was quickly solved however, when David told her to put her feet on the floor, which forced her into a position where her belt dug deeper into her flesh and the dildo stretched her channel further.
    Unsure what do to with her arms, she crossed them over her chest, only to have them irritably knocked away. ‘I want to see those tits, girl. Give me your wrists.’ David took both arms in one hand and placed them over and above her head, pulling one to each side of the bench tying them to the legs with a scratchy piece of rope, leaving Jess vulnerable, stretched, and helpless. She might as well have been put on the rack after all.
    ‘Very pretty don’t you think, Mrs Peters?’
    ‘Indeed. I was only saying to Miss Sarah the other day how much potential she has, and if Miss Sanders has any sense at all, she won’t allow herself to come until she is given permission to do so.’
    You see, you’re just a toy . Jess tried to block out her thoughts, concentrating instead on not climaxing around the insistent presence of the chastity belt and plug.
    David swung a leg over the bench and stood astride Jess. The intoxicating aroma of sex hung around his cock. It was unbelievably tight and flecks of precome were dotted at its head. Then, David sat on Jess’s stomach, winding her, his backside adding extra pressure to her already desperate cunt, her clit contracting against the strap.
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