The Devil and the Sea Ch. 09

The elevator took forever to arrive. I had my hands-free headset on, but my phone was buried in my pocket. I glanced at the couple standing next to me, also waiting. They were both older than me, and I guessed from her short skirt and primped hair that they were probably on a respite break in the city from young kids at home. The man nodded to me collegiately; there was going to be a high time on the twelfth floor tonight when they got back from dinner.

The doors opened and we got in. I hit the button for the fourth floor and we travelled in silence. Then there was a sound in my ear.

"Are you getting close?" the woman's voice said, in a light French accent. There was a pause, and I cursed the fact that I couldn't look at the screen.

"I want you to bring yourself to the edge. You may then ask permission to orgasm."

I smiled to myself. Jen wouldn't know that Mistress X had very intimate knowledge of her tolerances. I had seen Anya tease Jen to the edge and back again many times and she had by now built up an intuitive understanding of Jen's body.

The elevator pinged and came to a halt.

"Harder."

The doors opened with maddening slowness. I nodded briefly to the couple again and stepped out into the corridor. The room I had booked was all the way down the far end of the floor.

"You must be so close now."

I picked up my pace.

"Are you ready to cum for me?"

A second voice spoke, unsteadily: "Yes Muh... Mistress. Please can I cum?"

"Keep going. Harder."

Silence, but a sound like gasping.

"Puh... Please... Mistress. Please can I come?"

More silence, then, "Position one."

I flipped the phone out of my pocket as I walked. I could see Jen on the screen, legs spread wide and hands on her head, cheeks flushed with desire. Mistress X was circling behind her victim.

"Oh dear," she said. "But at least your response was prompt. Lesson learned?"

"Yes Mistress."

I applied the keycard to my door, and practically fell into the room.

Mistress X sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke Jen's cheek. When she spoke again, it was in the same conversational tone she'd used with me.

"Why are you here Jen?" she asked. Being called by her name seemed to startle the naked, kneeling woman.

Mistress X continued, "You seem to have a husband who loves you very much. At least, enough to deliver you to a stranger for the evening for you to experience one of your fantasies." Her hand descended from Jen's cheek to stroke the side of her breast. I wondered what Anya was doing: this was off-script.

"Henry told me that you're very happily married, successful, good job. How does such a strong... heterosexual woman find herself naked on my carpet?"

"Mistress...."

"Skip the Mistress for now. There will be plenty of time for that later."

Jen shifted position slightly. Anya and I both waited for her response.

"I have...," Jen began but then stopped. "I have a feeling in me, something that's always been there. I've hidden it all my life, but when I met... Henry he was the first one to...." Jen trailed off and seemed to be struggling.

"To what?"

"To find me. The real me. I started a relationship where I could just finally be myself. I have learned so much about myself, and having someone to share it with has been amazing."

"I don't understand," Mistress X interjected. "Then why are you... here?"

"To have a woman take control instead. To know what that feels like. It's my missing piece."

Mistress X traced her fingers over Jen's erect nipple.

"The real question about following your fantasies is: how far do you want to go?" she said. "What happens if you find that this is really what you need, and the rest of your life is just... window dressing?" She withdrew her hand from Jen's body.

Jen remained silent. Mistress X waited for an answer. I had the voice channel open to Anya's earpod but I couldn't bring myself to speak either. We were a long way off-piste.

"You know what I think?" Mistress X asked, her voice dangerously soft. "I think that's why you're here. To find out."

Jen said nothing.

"Let's begin," Mistress X said. "Your husband was very helpful with the details on your likes and dislikes, which will be useful if I decide to test your limits. Though, let's talk about one limit first. I assume this will be your first time with a woman?"

"Yes Mistress," Jen replied.

I saw a reaction in the latex-clad domme to Jen's deliberate lie. Anya had just heard herself being disavowed by her own wife.

"Anya," I said into the headset, quickly. "Be cool. She has to lie. It's to be consistent with the rest of her story."

I saw the shiny black head shake.

I pressed on, "She loves you Anya. But she's playing out her fantasy now, where she's straight, married to a man but attracted to women."

Again, the head shake. Jen remained displayed in position one on the carpet at the foot of the bed. I went back over everything I knew about Jen. That lie was unnecessary; she could have easily admitted to having girlfriends before she met her husband. It didn't make sense. Then I realised what Jen was looking for, and I felt the puzzle pieces fall into place. It was momentous, and obvious.

"Anya," I said, "She wants this to be her first time. She wants to experience what it feels like for you to turn her."

On the screen I could see that neither woman moved and I began to worry that I had lost the video feed. We had arrived at something deep inside Jen; she wanted to relive an event from her distant past that had sent shockwaves of guilt and yearning through the rest of her life, splitting her from her school friends, from even her family.

"Babe," I said into the earpiece, "I think this is where we find out who she really is."

Mistress X stood and began to pace in slow circles around the kneeling woman. She walked over to the phone, picked it up and pressed a button on the keypad. I watched silently, wondering what Anya was going to do next, keenly aware of how powerless I was to intervene. But this was Anya's show now, it was up to her to decide where she was going to go with her own wife. I knew that she would never get this chance again to really find out what was inside Jen's head.

"Yes, twelve oh four," Mistress X said into the phone, "I was thinking champagne. French. One glass."

Mistress X seemed to lean back, stretching out her body, the slick black latex rendering her as a perfect study in curves and sculpted musculature.

"Thank you," she said. She replaced the handset and turned to Jen.

"You should have had time to cool off," she said. "Position two."

Both women were arranged so that I could see them side-on through the camera. Mistress X took up position behind Jen, gently stroking her hair as she masturbated furiously. Her hand snaked down to tweak a free nipple. She let Jen work herself back up to the edge over the next couple of minutes, then came around in front of Jen, standing close.

"That's enough. Position one."

Jen complied immediately, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of having brought herself to the tipping point.

Mistress X walked around to stand in front of the kneeling, gasping woman and reached down to smooth Jen's pussy lips with a finger. Jen's eyes were transfixed on that finger as Mistress X brought it up to Jen's eye level. She rubbed Jen's slick moisture between thumb and finger, as if appraising its consistency.

"Open your mouth."

Jen did as she was told and Mistress X dipped her finger between Jen's lips, smearing Jen's own juices on her tongue. Her slick thumb brushed more of the glossy fluid over Jen's lips.

"This is what you taste like. Do you imagine I would taste the same?"

"Yes Mistress," said Jen, swallowing.

"Would you like to taste me and find out?"

Jen stared up at her tormentor. I knew that she would see nothing in that latex face beyond the piercing, cruel, ice-blue eyes.

Mistress X continued, "I'm going to make you do things now that will make you my slut. Your only alternative is to use your safeword and I will call Henry back to collect you. Otherwise...."

Her voice trailed off but her hand came to rest on the back of Jen's head. She paused for a moment, and then pulled Jen's head forward until her face was on contact with the latex panel pressed tight over Mistress X's slit. Mistress X tilted her hips slowly, rubbing her crotch up and down against Jen's face. After a moment, she pulled back abruptly.

"Not a fast learner," she chided. "Another demerit. Position two."

Jen's hands seemed to spring of their own volition to her nipple and clit.

"If I'm using your face to fuck myself, you need to work out how to increase my pleasure," Mistress X said, "In case I need to be more clear, your week of denial and edging will only lead to release if I decide you have earned it. After I have extracted all the pleasure I want. If you continue like this, you may not be given the chance to orgasm at all for a very long time."

Mistress X's hand curled around the back of Jen's head again. Jen began to lean forward but Mistress X gathered a fistful of Jen's blonde hair and twisted it painfully.

"You don't have the privilege of touching me unless I give you permission." She tugged Jen's hair down until Jen was staring up into Mistress X's cold blue eyes. Jen's hand continued to work her clit, reflexively; her whole attention was now locked on those eyes.

"Please Mistress, I want to taste you," Jen pleaded. It was a soft voice, and totally out of character for her.

"And talking without permission. Hopeless, slut, another mark against you but I'll tell you what, I'm going to make you pleasure me now. If I cum, we'll wipe off a demerit. Let's begin."

Mistress X released Jen's hair and the kneeling woman leaned forward to nuzzle the slick black latex covering her Mistress's crotch. Tentatively, Jen's tongue reached out to lick the smooth material, and she began to trace the outline of the pussy lips beneath in slow, delicate strokes.

"Better."

Encouraged, Jen came further forward until her lips contacted the sheer latex and she began to kiss the area between the other woman's legs, breaking off to run her tongue all the way up to Mistress X's pubic bone, clearly relishing the chance to make eye contact as she did so. I felt myself reacting to her, remembering how Jen had looked while kneeling in front of me in the past: that look of submission and lust, enjoying giving pleasure and also the power that it brings.

Mistress X let her continue for a few more moments then pushed her head back. Wordlessly, she unclipped the two press-studs holding the latex panel in place and let it fall, revealing swollen pussy lips already gleaming with moisture, below a neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair. She rubbed the palm of her hand over her glistening slit and then presented it to Jen's face.

Jen bent forwards and lapped at the proffered hand gingerly, tasting the other woman's juices.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Mistress X said, "Now you have tasted me."

Mistress X withdrew her hand and used her fingers to spread her labia wide, revealing access to her vagina.

"Now you will become my slut."

As if mesmerised, Jen leaned into the waiting crotch in front of her face, tongue reaching out to bury itself deep in her Mistress's pussy. Jen's lips formed a seal against Mistress X's soft folds and she began to suck gently, the movements of her jaw revealing her tongue working to bury itself deep inside the moist cavity.

I saw Mistress X tilt her head back and exhale, experiencing a long-awaited wave of pleasure from her newfound toy. Jen continued to work her way up into the sopping crotch of her Mistress, sucking at her clit and then working her tongue in and out of her folds. Mistress X leaned forward now, watching her slave at work, and pressed Jen's head more firmly into her crotch.

Jen's fingers were working furiously at her own pussy, fingers dipping in and out of herself, as she redoubled her efforts for her Mistress. I watched the latex sheathed torso of the other woman begin to expand and contract in staccato bursts as I realised that she was close to her own orgasm. Mistress X gritted her teeth and began to grind her crotch into the kneeling woman's face, picking up pace. I saw her hand take up a fistful of blonde locks and clench hard.

Mistress X ground her pussy into her victim, face-fucking her mercilessly in pursuit of her own climax, smothering Jen's nose and mouth completely, using her hand to pin Jen's face in position. I saw Jen's hand flutter off her nipple up to Mistress X's crotch, and hover there, unwilling to make contact and break the seal, but increasingly desperate for air.

Then Mistress X came, a ripple under the shiny black latex as she clenched her bottom and arched her back. She held Jen's head against her crotch for a few moments longer and then tugged it roughly back. Jen fell backwards, still furiously rubbing her own clit, chest heaving as she drew lungfuls of oxygen into her body. Mistress X stared into the face of her new toy and saw her own juices slick and shiny across Jen's cheeks, saw how close Jen was to orgasm.

Mistress X gave a small laugh, and said, "Position one."

Jen's eyes widened and for a moment she hesitated in disbelief. Then she sat up on her haunches and folded her arms behind her head, meekly.

"You nearly forgot," Mistress X scolded, "But sluts only come if they have permission. Did you do a good enough job? Do you think you should have permission to cum?"

Jen stared into her tormentor's eyes for a long while.

"No Mistress."

"Good girl. You're learning."

There was a knock at the door. Both women turned.

"Ah, room service," said Mistress X, and looked back down at Jen, expectantly.

"Don't just kneel there," she said.

Jen got slowly to her feet and began to cast about as if looking for something.

"No," Mistress X said, "Just answer the door as you are. Naked, with your crotch dripping and your face wet with my juices."

Jen hesitated for a moment.

"Anya," I said, "That's too far."

As if in reply, the latex clad figure waved her slave towards the door. As Jen made her way across the carpet, Mistress X turned to face the camera and blew a kiss.

"You're being a bitch," I said, "And you're loving this aren't you?"

The shiny black head nodded. Those dark read lips spread into a wide smile. I heard the door open and she turned to watch. Jen had half shielded herself with the door, but was having trouble keeping it open. Reluctantly, she had to step completely around it and use her bodyweight against it, revealing herself completely to the hotel staff member in the corridor. I heard her mumble some words of thanks and turn to shut the door. The voice spoke again and Jen froze. A hand appeared, dangling Jen's panties. I heard Jen mumble again and ashamedly take the proffered panties. Finally, she was able to step backwards and let the door close. She walked back to Mistress X, carrying her discarded panties in one hand and an ice bucket with a bottle and a single glass in the other.

Mistress X made a show of inspecting the bottle. Then she took the panties from Jen's other hand and inspected them as well. She tutted, balled them up and forced them into Jen's mouth.

"Set the bucket down on the table. You may pour me a glass."

For a moment, Jen didn't move. She just stood frozen in the middle of the floor, holding the ice bucket, her skin gleaming with juices and a fold of lace protruding from her lips. Mistress X pointed at the table and Jen came to life, doing as she was bidden. I watched, fascinated, at the level of control Anya was now able to establish over Jen. Anya gave an order and Jen would be scurrying to comply.

The latex-covered woman arrayed herself on the bed, and beckoned Jen to come over. She took the glass of champagne and sipped appreciatively, seeming to contemplate Jen's predicament.

"Go and fetch the cork," she said.

Jen complied immediately and silently, gagged now with her own panties. Her Mistress took the cork and patted the bed.

"Lie down. It's time for a lesson in control."

Jen laid down next to her as Mistress X took another sip of the champagne.

"I imagine that you must be very desperate for that orgasm by now. Hold this and whatever you do, do not spill a drop."

Jen was given the champagne flute and Mistress X began to smooth her hands across Jen's naked body, teasing her nipples, caressing the hollow of her toned, flat stomach, stroking over the shiny, bald mound and then tracing delicately over Jen's swollen, reddened pussy lips. She dipped her fingers into Jen and brought them out again, caressing her clit. Then the fingers were pushed deeper into Jen and I could see the knuckles moving as the fingers made a beckoning motion inside her, stroking her g-spot.

Jen's response was immediate: she let out a low moan and rolled her shoulders back, stretching out her spine.

"There we are," Mistress X murmured, "My toy has an on button. Just there."

Her hand moved and Jen gasped, her breath coming ragged around the lace underwear in her mouth. Mistress X withdrew her hand and picked up the cork from where it lay on the bed. She made a show of inspecting it and then began to run it down from Jen's neck, through the valley between her breasts, over her belly button, finally coming to rest on her clit.

"Spread yourself."

Jen reached down with one hand and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. Mistress X began to slide the cork up and down Jen's soaking slit, coating it with her juices. The cork stopped in the middle, resting over her entrance. Mistress X gazed into her toy's eyes and slowly applied pressure, sinking the foreign object into Jen's unresisting body.

"Very good," Mistress X purred, "Complete submission."

She brought the cork back out and teased up and down Jen's slit again before pushing it back inside her, deeper this time. She began to work the cork in and out of Jen's pussy, gently fucking her with it. The champagne glass wobbled. Mistress X built up a steady cadence and Jen's body began to respond: her hips began to make involuntary fucking motions, pushing back at the invading object.

"The slut really enjoys being fucked by a cork I see. And I see that you're getting closer again."

"Mhmm," Jen gasped through the panties that were gagging her.

Mistress X changed technique, thrusting faster but also now brushing her thumb over the helpless woman's swollen clit. I recognised Anya's technique and knew it was a certainty that she would be able to bring Jen to a massive orgasm this way.

"So close," she teased, "So helpless. Remember, don't spill the champagne."

The hand began to incorporate long strokes down Jen's slit before plunging the cork back down inside her. Jen began to writhe.

"You want to cum now don't you?"

Jen nodded.

"It's been so long since you had release. Can you feel your thoughts sliding away, as you focus on my commands?"

Jen nodded.

"Yes, good girl. Concentrate on what I'm doing to you. Hold in your orgasm."

Jen's eyes were screwed tightly closed and I could see that her jaw was clenched around her mouthful of lace. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, the muscles on her long, shapely legs were taut with exertion. I had never seen Anya push her this far. I had certainly never pushed Jen this far. Her hand was merciless on Jen's crotch.

"From now onwards, you are not allowed to touch yourself. I'm going to count backwards from three. When I get to one, you may climax."

Jen nodded frantically.

"Three." Mistress X brought her free hand up to tweak Jen's nipple, which made her writhe in ecstasy.

"Two." Mistress X plunged her fingers deep inside the furthest reaches of Jen's vagina. Jen bucked her hips wildly.