Natalie Submits Ch. 02

"I bet she's been dreaming of doing this for years," the blonde replied. "She's so natural, like she has no inhibitions whatsoever."

That's certainly not how I felt! However I could just start to feel my juices starting to run down my inner thighs. Fucking hell I was turned on.

"Here come a little closer," Emma said motioning me forward.

Taking her lead I moved towards the blonde who was sat on the sofa confidently as if this was the most normal thing in the world. As my hips gyrated, she gave me a playful slap on the bum before pulling me in close to her.

"Good girl," she whispered seductively in my ear. "Now get over there and give John a good show. I want to be able to see his boner through his trousers."

Still dancing, I edged over to John who was sat beside his wife on the sofa. Instinctively his legs moved apart as I approached and I moved between his knees. Doing my best stripper impression, I sunk as low as I could to the ground, my body reverberating seductively to the beat the whole way before rising again, my eyes locked firmly onto his. He showed no obvious signs of approval, but his polite smile and the way he was lent back on the sofa told me I was on the right course. Slowly I inched my way closer to his crotch, before grinding my body on his groin as sensually as I could.

"Well aren't you a sexy little thing!" he yelped out. His eyes began to open wider as I continued to grind my ass against his cock. This was the first time I could remember John really losing his composure. Normally he was so calm and collected but right now I had him salivating at my every move.

"Yes you really are delicious, a delicious little slut," he continued as I turned to face him, before reaching out and grabbing my ass. His strong grip sent a shiver down my spine as he squeezed and fondled my bum, before using his palm to give me a firm, hard spank which caused to me yell out in surprise.

"I'd almost forgotten how wonderful these tits were," he said as reached up and began to caress my left breast. "They're so firm and round, and fit in my hand just perfectly," I let out a low gasp as he pinched my right nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger. "I bet you love dancing for your master like this don't you?"

"I do Master I love serving you," I replied with a hint of exasperation in my voice, as John retained his grip on my chest.

"And I bet you get off on it don't you? I bet you're soaking wet right now."

I would have been amazed if my juices had not been clearly visible on the inside of my thighs at this point, but John obviously felt he needed more than simply visual confirmation. Relinquishing his grip on my nipple, he reached down and ran a single finger along the outer lips of my soaking pussy. As I continued my lap dance, I could now feel his cock rock hard inside his trousers.

"Absolutely drenched," he sneered. "You really are a filthy slut. Has your pussy ever not been wet?" Since I had met John, I honestly don't think it had, I was so turned on right now. After rubbing my slit up and down a few more times, causing me to whimper with delight, he moved his fingers up to my mouth and roughly forced them between my lips. I sucked on his digits with as much effort as if I was sucking his cock, taking my juices down my throat in the process.

"I'm not sure how much more of this she can take," interjected Emma. "We wouldn't want her to cum right there on there on the spot."

"I agree," John replied. "I think it's time for the little game we had planned."

Suddenly John rose from his seat and grabbed me by my upper arms, forcing them painfully behind my back before marching me towards the door way that linked the living room to the hallway.

"Do you have the cuffs darling?" he asked looking back towards Emma.

I had never noticed them before, but situated at each corner of the doorway was a metal ring, bolted securely into the door frame. Soon Emma had fastened a pink leather cuff to each of the rings, and John held me tightly in place as she secured my limbs into each of the cuffs, so I was secured in a spread eagle fashion whilst still standing.

I felt totally exposed as John and Emma stood back to admire their handy work, the two of them were ogling me like two school children stood outside a sweetshop and soon I was fidgeting restlessly against my bondage. It was my first experience of being held like this I couldn't say it was particularly comfortable. I quickly realised the length of my restraints meant I couldn't completely relax my whole body, I either had to stand on tip toes to rest my arms or put all my weight on my arms to alleviate the aching in my ankles.

"There's so many things I could do to you right now," John said admiringly. "But that will have to wait. Right now we're going to play a little game of pleasure or pain. It's quite simple, I'll ask you a trivia question, if you answer correctly you'll receive pleasure from this box." He motioned towards a medium sized wooden chest sat behind him that resembled the kind of thing pirates would have buried their treasure in all those years ago. "However if you fail to answer correctly, the box also contains plenty of items that you won't find quite as enjoyable."

"Luckily for you all the questions are history related," said Emma. "So I guess we're about to find out just how hard you've been studying this year!"

"That's right," John replied. "I must have been up all night yesterday preparing these!"

My mind was swimming with thoughts of all the items that must be in the treasure chest. I was picturing all kinds of vibrators and dildos stacked up inside but also dreaded the thought of the paddles and whips that would inevitably accompany them.

"Anyway let's get started," John continued as he pulled out a set of question cards as if he was the host of a television show. Fucking hell he really was prepared!

"Okay here's the first question," he said confidently. "Oh this is an easy one. What country was Adolf Hitler born in?"

He was right this was an easy one. How could anyone call themselves a history student and not know anything about one of the most infamous dictators of the last hundred years?

"Austria Sir," I answered with an air of confidence in my voice.

"Good girl," John replied. "I would have been pretty shocked if you hadn't got that though. Either way you still get your reward."

He turned around and opened the treasure chest and I began to wriggle in anticipation at what he might pull out. I really wanted to feel something on my pussy right now.

"I think we'll start with this," he said producing a dome shaped object a little bit smaller than an egg and coloured pink, before adding a little bit of lube to it. "There that should do it."

I let out a loud gasp as he slowly pushed the vibrating egg inside my pussy. There was absolutely no way he needed to add any lube I was absolutely soaked already! The toy felt so cold against my inner folds and my whole body wriggled for a few seconds as I adjusted to the feeling of having it inside me.

"Now let's see how our little slut likes this," Emma said clutching a small remote control not much bigger than the egg itself. I watched her eyeing it menacingly before flicking a switch with her finger.

Fucking hell! Although the vibrations were of quite a low intensity, their suddenness fired a bolt of ecstasy through my entire body. My arms went limp as I desperately tried to clench my thighs against the pulsations of the toy.

Bollocks! As quickly as it started the vibrations had stopped. I panted deeply as I desperately tried to re-oxygenate my brain.

"I think ten seconds is more than enough pleasure for the first question don't you darling?" Emma said grinning. "What do you say to Master for letting you have this much fun?"

"Thank you Sir," I replied, still breathing heavily.

"Oh I think that's plenty," agreed John. "I think it's time for another question." He picked up another card. "Right this one's a little harder, but I doubt it will be any trouble for someone as educated as you. In what year was the Battle of Trafalgar?"

Right I should know this. I know the battle was the decisive naval battle of the Napoleonic Wars, where Nelson became a British national hero, so it must be in the early nineteenth century. But what year? 1802 perhaps? Fuck I'd do anything to get that egg vibrating again.

"1802 Master?" I replied more in hope than expectation, my eyes longingly looking towards John.

I watched as he looked down at the card, smiling to himself.

"Good try," he replied sternly. "But the answer I was looking for was actually 1805. Now I think you know what that means."

I felt my heart thump against my ribcage as he went back to the treasure box and I watched on with dread as he and Emma decided my fate. My mind went back to two nights previously, when Emma had spanked my pussy with a wooden spoon. I just hoped I wasn't in for another spanking like that.

"Right since she was so close I think two swats should be more than enough," Emma said moving her hand into the box. My heart sank. Another spanking it was then. Oh well I suppose it was only two this time.

Holy shit was that a riding crop!? My eyes almost sprang from my head as I saw what Emma was clutching. Aren't those supposed to be used on horses? My heart was absolutely racing now. I watched as Emma moved her smooth hands over the crops black leather exterior and I knew there was no mistaking it. I heard a feint swish as she swung it through the air and I felt my knees starting to tremble.

"Don't worry I'll go easy on you since it's your first time," Emma said in an attempt to soothe my nerves. It didn't work though, I just felt myself begin to shake even more violently as she sauntered towards me.

Swish! It felt like being struck with a hot poker as the crop crashed down on my outer thigh. I let out a loud scream of anguish as my whole body tensed up. I looked down to see a bright red mark on my leg where the whip had hit me.

"This would make a fun revision game wouldn't it," giggled Emma stepping back. "Answer a question wrong and you get punished! Anyway just one more to go now."

Despite feeling slightly more prepared for my second blow, my body started to wobble again as Emma moved over to my other side.

Crack! I jumped ferociously against my restraints as Emma slammed the crop down on my opposite thigh, as if I had been given a sudden electric shock. As I slumped back down against my bonds, I noticed I now had matching red marks on either thigh.

"Good girl," John said in a pleased tone. "Aren't you lucky Miss Emma is here to help you correct your mistakes?"

"Thank you Miss Emma," I panted.

"Anyway time for another question I think," said John. "Who was the British Prime Minister at the start of the Irish potato famine?"

For fuck sake I was absolutely useless on my British Prime Ministers. I know the potato famine was mid nineteenth century so possibly someone like Disraeli or Russell?

"Benjamin Disraeli?" I answered hopefully.

"Oh dear," said John. "Looks like someone needs to be doing a little less partying! The answer I was actually looking for was Sir Robert Peel."

"That means I get to choose another punishment!" Emma said excitedly and quickly began to rummage through the treasure chest. "Now these look brilliant!"

My heart skipped a beat as she withdrew her hand, holding two clothes pins. As she held them they looked fairly innocuous, but I had a good feeling of where they were going to go.

My nipples were already pretty firm at this point, but I quickly felt them become rock hard as Emma approached. She grinned devilishly as she opened the peg and held it over my nipple, causing me to shudder in anticipation. It seemed she was in her element.

The pain was not quite as intense as I was expecting as she closed the peg on my right nipple, which by now was jutting out from my breast like a small bullet, but it was still enough to cause me to moan out loudly. I let out another impish scream as she attached the second peg to my left nipple.

"Get used to them slut they're going to be on for a little while," mocked Emma. "But don't get too pent up the pain won't really begin until we take them off!"

I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by that as I wriggled against my restraints, desperately trying to make myself more comfortable. I was becoming more and more aware of the vibrating egg sitting lonesome in my pussy and yearned for it to be turned on again.

"Better try and get this one right if you want to feel that egg again little one," John teased. "Which country expelled its Jewish population in 1496?"

I had absolutely no idea. Why had he made these questions so fucking difficult? I felt the nerves in my body start to build once again in expectancy at the punishment I knew was coming. God my nipples were really starting to ache now.

"I don't know Sir."

"By the looks of it this slut spends far too much time playing with her wet little pussy and not enough time in the library reading. The answer was Portugal." John replied scornfully. "And you call yourself a history student."

"Well I think she's well aware of the consequences now," said Emma as once again her hand delved into the chest, this time withdrawing a single clothes peg. "Now where should this go?"

She approached me in a cool yet calculated fashion. I was sure she knew exactly where she intended the peg to go but as of now I was oblivious. As I moved back on to my tip toes to alleviate the soreness that had been building in my arms she knelt down in front of me.

"Gosh you really are wet," she said huskily running her hand over my mound, causing me to squeal out in delight like an over excited child. "Wet for your master and mistress," she slowly ran her forefinger in tiny, delicate circles over my clit which was now protruding nicely. "However we can't be having our little slut losing control," she slowly increased the pressure of her finger. "She must learn to keep her arousal in check." Fucking hell she was bringing me close!

I looked down again as Emma moved her hand away from my pussy, wiping the juices that had gathered on her hand down my abdomen. Shit what was she doing!? I tried desperately to turn my body as she edged the peg closer to my pussy but it was no use, my bonds held me easily in place.

"This should control her excitement for a little while."

I let out an almighty scream as she shut the peg tightly on my clit hood. In a flash all arousal was drained from my body; it was pain like I had never experienced it before. I shuffled my weight from one foot to another in an inauspicious attempt to bring myself some relief, but it was to no avail. My clit had always been super sensitive which was great when I wanted to get myself off but right now it really felt like a burden!

"Looks like she's in a little discomfort," said John as I frantically swung my hips back and forth in an attempt to dislodge the clothes peg, it sounded like he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Oh I think she's fine," replied Emma. "If it's the way the little slut will learn then it's good for her."

"Well I suppose we should give her a chance to redeem herself. I'll give her another question."

My arms were really starting to ache now and I was sure I was losing feeling in my nipples. I think I'd do anything right now just to feel a few vibrations through my pussy. That would definitely wake me right up.

"Which country was the intended recipient of the Zimmerman Telegram?"

Yes! A question I actually knew the answer to! About fucking time! I felt my whole begin to twitch excitedly in anticipation at the reward I hope I'd receive.

"Mexico," I answered confidently.

"Well done little one," said John. "I think we all know what that means."

I eyed up Emma, who now had the remote control clasped in her hand. Stop teasing me for crying out loud!

It hit me like a bolt of electricity. I felt myself lurch forwards as a shockwave of pleasure ripped its way through my entire body, causing me to temporarily forget any pain in my nipples or clit. In fact the pegs merely seemed to heighten the fabulous sensations buzzing through my pussy.

"Looks like she's enjoying herself a bit more now," commented Emma as I began to moan out loudly. "Perhaps we should step things up though."

I spasmed violently again as I felt the intensity of the egg's vibrations increase and realised it must have multiple settings. Fucking hell this was intense! My pussy was absolutely drenched. I could just picture in my mind the luscious sound it would make if I was able to dab my fingers into it right now.

"Look at the way her hips are gyrating," laughed John. "I think this little whore would do anything to get herself off."

Oh shit there it was again! My knees buckled as Emma clicked the egg up to another level, the amount of pleasure it was giving me was absolutely unreal. My raucous groans had now developed into a despairing panting as my body did its utmost to keep itself from passing out. The pulsations in my pussy were like nothing I'd ever felt before and I could now feel my orgasm steadily building within me.

"Remember slut. Cumming without permission brings with it severe consequences," Emma called out, snapping me out of the trance like state I had developed. "You can always ask me to turn it off if you don't think you can hold on."

No! Anything but that! I was so fucking close! I drew in a deep breath as I tried to regain my composure.

"Please Mistress let me cum," I begged, trembling from head to toe.

"No," the blonde snapped back. "Hold it in bitch. Dirty sluts like you have to be controlled and trained. They have to earn their orgasms."

I clenched my thighs, forlornly trying to blank out the incredible sensations ripping through my body. Fucking hell I was wet. Perhaps Emma was right? All I was was a dirty little slut.

"What are you?" she demanded.

"A slut Mistress," I quivered. "A worthless slut."

"And what do you need?"

"I need to be trained Mistress. Trained to be your perfect slut."

I watched as Emma picked up the riding crop before running it delicately over my quivering skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever it passed.

"And who will control your orgasms from now on?"

"You and Master John Mistress."

Whack! With a loud swish, Emma cracked the crop down on my lower abdomen, just inches above my pussy.

"That's right slut," Emma said as she moved the tip of the riding crop behind me and rubbed it along my bum. "From now on that little pussy of yours belongs to us. Is that clear?"

My eyes nearly jumped out my socket as Emma slammed the whip down on my ass, taking me by complete surprise as she was behind me. It stung so much yet the mixture of pain and pleasure was totally intoxicating.

"Yes Mistress," I gasped.

"What do you reckon?" Emma said looking at her husband. "Has this slut held out long enough yet?"

"I think so," he replied. "Let her have it."

In a flash, Emma grabbed the remote control once again but flicking the switch once again. Oh my word! This must be the highest setting! I let out the most glorious roar as the egg shook my body to the core.

"That's it!" cried Emma. "Let it all out girl! Release all that pent up arousal!"

I'm sure my screams were loud enough to wake the entire street, but I couldn't have cared less. Emma was right, holding back my orgasm in was making it so much more intense.

"That's it little one!" she continued. "Don't hold back. Cum for me and your master!"

She didn't have to say it. There was no way I could have held it in any longer. My arms locked up and I screwed my eyes shut. It was only seconds away now.

Snap! The riding crop crash down on my left breast hard, knocking off the clothes peg that adorned its nipple in the process and causing me to yell out in agony.