The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)
By Gato Medio

Chapter 10

[The birthday present]

It had only been two weeks since I left Villiers and
escaped the direct control of my parents. And, maybe not
all that surprisingly, I could still notice how their
views and attitudes influenced my thinking. It would
probably take a lot longer for me to become completely
free of their grip on me.

It was easy to deal with the openly declared opinions of
my father because I could tell from my own experiences
how wrong they were. My mother's influence was more
subtle. Her favourite statement was 'What will the people
think?' That was her prime concern: not what she thought
about something, but what 'the other people', this
undefined anonymous mass of individuals, might think.

I had experienced the influence of this concern when I
first talked to Roxy about anal sex and later, when Marie
saw me naked, kneeling in an unmistakable position on
Roxy's bed. Particularly with Marie, I had been terrified
by the thought that she might think badly of me, that
this young, innocent girl would despise me for being a
slut. Well, I needn't have worried.

What was strange about this attitude was that I
considered it all-important whether _they_ regarded me a
slut, not whether _I_ did. Or, whether I thought being a
slut was a bad thing. Because deep down inside, that's
what I wanted: to be Ramon's slut.

I went through another attack of the 'what will the
people think' syndrome when I prepared myself mentally to
follow Roxy's suggestion and buy the present for Ramon in
a sex shop.

There had been a brief period when Villiers had its own
sex shop, but the 'right minded citizens' of Villiers
soon put an end to this episode. The owner demonstrated a
certain naivety when he decided to display his goods
openly in the shop window. The good citizens promptly had
a court order served on him, prohibiting him from
displaying goods which could corrupt the children who
passed the shop on their way to and from school.

But even after the shop windows had been completely
covered with black paint, displaying only the words 'Sex
Shop', the defenders of moral standards - my father
amongst them - were not satisfied. They mounted a vigil
outside the shop and took pictures of anybody entering or
leaving. They did not specify what they would do with the
pictures, but the implied threat of seeing their 'immoral
act' exposed to the public kept most potential customers
away. The shop had to close due to lack of business.

Of course, Paris was different. I had noticed a sex shop
near the university but decided not to go there. I was
afraid I might run into someone who worked or studied at
the university and be embarrassed if I met them again
later, after the lessons had started.

Instead, I took the _metro_ to Pigalle, an area which
showed a certain decline in standards but still had the
reputation of being the centre for sex entertainment in
Paris, particularly amongst foreign tourists. Shops and
other establishments advertised their goods and services
in several languages. There were women whose attire and
behaviour identified them clearly as street walkers,
looking for customers. Several men approached me and
asked for my price even though I was conservatively
dressed and hadn't done anything to attract their
attention.

I passed a few shops but didn't enter any of them, either
because they looked a little too sleazy or because there
was nobody inside - I didn't want to be the only
customer. Eventually, I had to tell myself to stop
delaying things and I decided to enter the next shop I'd
pass without making any further excuses.

The shop I ended up in was much larger than it looked
from the outside. There were several aisles with shelves,
where all kinds of magazines, books, videos and other
items were displayed. It was almost like a small
supermarket. Quite a few customers - as far as I could
see, all men - were standing in the aisles examining the
products on offer.

I didn't feel like mingling amongst those customers,
looking for something I wasn't even sure what it looked
like, and possibly receiving some explicit invitation
from the male clientele.

"I wonder if you could help me."

The man behind the cash register had his head buried in
the sports pages of the daily paper when I approached
him. He didn't seem too pleased about the interruption.
But when he saw me, his face lit up. 'They probably don't
get many blushing teenagers in here', I thought to
myself.

"I'm looking for an anal lubricant."

He looked like he was suppressing a grin. "Anal
lubricant," he repeated, much louder than necessary.
"Male or female?"

"Male or female what?"

"The anus, of course."

"Female." I could feel even more blood rush to my face.
"Is there one you can recommend?"

"Well, I don't try all the products we sell here myself,"
he said with a grin, "but KY is the one we sell most of,
so I assume it must be good. Small, medium, large or
extra large?"

I thought of Ramon's cock. "Extra large."

"Nadine! Can you get an extra large jar of KY for the
young lady here?" he shouted across the shop. By now
everybody in the shop had stopped whatever they were
doing and was looking in my direction.

A girl in her early twenties arrived with a large jar in
her hand. She wore a simple dress made of a material
which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything
underneath. I wondered if she had another job in the sex
business.

"Is that the only size you have?" I asked when she handed
me the jar.

"I thought you had asked for extra large, didn't you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood the question. I didn't
know he had asked what size I wanted."

"What did you think I meant by 'small, medium, large,
extra large'?" the man asked, clearly puzzled.

"Oh, I understand," Nadine interrupted with a big smile,
"it's _him_ who is extra large."

I was sure my face just got several shades darker. 'The
colour of a freshly spanked bottom', as Roxy had called
it. The thought made me smile.

"I'll take this one," I said to Nadine. "Can you gift-
wrap it for me, please."

"I see, it's a present! Is that all he gets?"

"He also gets a chance to use it," I replied. I had
reached the point where I couldn't possibly get any more
embarrassed.

"Lucky fellow," she said, giving me the once-over. "I
wish I could be there when he unwraps his present."

After I had paid for my purchase, Nadine opened the door
for me and wished me good luck.


[Ramon's birthday]

When the alarm went off, I was on the large bed sucking
Ramon's cock, to my left Pablo had his head buried
between Mirabelle's thighs while on my right Sylvie was
riding Rui's cock. I had had the foresight to set the
alarm clock so that we wouldn't miss midnight, the start
of a new year in Ramon's life. I, in particular, didn't
want to miss the opportunity to give him my present.

The sudden noise caught everybody by surprise, but they
soon realised what it was about. We all stopped what we
were doing and joined in a heart-felt rendition of 'Happy
birthday to you'. I'm sure this was the first time this
song was sung to Ramon by five naked friends who just
minutes ago had been engaged in serious lovemaking.

Readers may be wondering how we got from my purchase in
the sex shop to the tableau on Ramon's bed. Let me fill
in the gaps.

Apart from attending Roxy's lessons, having my bottom
spanked and buying 'anal lubricant' in a sex shop, I had
been busy sending e-mails to Sylvie and Mirabelle and
having private conversations with Pablo and Rui.

Because of my sudden departure from Villiers when I moved
into my room in Paris without much notice, there wasn't
any chance to say farewell to Sylvie and Mirabelle and to
follow up on my conversation with Sylvie. But I wasn't
moving to the other side of the world; there was always a
chance for the occasional visit once I had settled in,
and there were the telephone and e-mail to stay in touch.

In one of my messages to Sylvie, I let it shine through
that I knew from a reliable source that Rui's performance
in bed was quite spectacular and definitely worth a trip
to Paris. Mirabelle, on the other hand, revealed an
interest in Pablo in one of her messages. She confessed
that the reason she had acted like an oversexed nymph on
our journey to Villiers was that she had been thoroughly
aroused by Pablo. "The way he looked at me and talked to
me made me want to take off all my clothes and throw
myself at his feet," she said in her e-mail.

But she had just spent a large part of the weekend making
love to one man. She couldn't possibly jump into bed with
another one on the same day! She felt that even a
sexually liberated woman like her had to exercise some
moral restraint. Now she was wondering whether she should
have followed her instinct. Little did she know that all
three men, Ramon, Pablo and Rui, had fucked me repeatedly
that day.

I had met both Pablo and Rui a few times since then and
had steered the subject of conversation towards my two
friends who had stopped by to get a lift to Villiers.
Both Pablo and Rui had shown interest in the young women.
They had expressed the wish to meet their respective
partners again so they could pick up on their
conversations.

The only thing which kept these four people from meeting
the object of their desire was the distance and a lack of
opportunity. I thought I owed it to them to do my part in
helping to bring the two couples together. I didn't have
any ambitions to create long lasting relationships; that
was up to them to decide. I just wanted to create the
opportunity for them to try.

And then there was Ramon's birthday coming up. I had
asked him casually what he intended to do and how he
would like to celebrate his birthday. He always answered
that it wasn't really an important date for him. He
considered the impending launch of his collection much
more important, particularly because it was the result of
his hard work and determination.

"There's no merit in getting older, it happens all by
itself," he kept saying.

But finally I got him to agree to celebrate his birthday.

"Who are you going to invite?"

"Nobody." He still hadn't fully accepted the idea. "You,
of course, but that goes without saying. Maybe Pablo and
Rui."

"Are they going to bring their girlfriends?"

"They don't have anybody steady at the moment. And I
doubt that their casual acquaintances will be interested
in coming to a boring birthday party."

The thought of being on my own with Ramon, Pablo and Rui
when I was going to present Ramon with his present made
me think of making up for the missed opportunity of
having three cocks inside me. I could let Ramon fuck my
virgin ass while I took the other two in my pussy and
mouth. But the birthday would also make an excellent
opportunity to join up my friends with Ramon's friends.

"Would it be okay if I invite Sylvie and Mirabelle, so
they don't feel left out?" I asked.

Ramon got suspicious. "Are you trying to be a
matchmaker?"

"From what I can tell, they got along very well the one
time they met. I thought they deserved another chance."

As soon as Ramon had agreed, I got into contact with
Sylvie and Mirabelle and managed to persuade them to
accept the invitation. They were a little reluctant at
first. They probably figured that this meant staying in
Paris overnight and didn't want to appear too easy. I
informed them that, apart from the huge bed they had
seen, there were two more bedrooms, one of which was set
aside for visitors. But I also hinted that they would be
able to retire to the guest bedroom whenever they wanted
a little privacy.

I had been telling Sylvie and Mirabelle that their
respective pretenders had shown a lot of interest in
getting to know them better but that they were a little
shy by nature and didn't quite know how to make their
move. Sylvie had found it hard to believe that Rui was
shy. She had almost melted under his look and his words
and had been ready to jump into bed with him. The only
thing that held her back that day was the fact that she
was still recovering from a weekend of sex with Guy.

Likewise, I told Pablo and Rui that their prospective
partners were willing but shy, so it would depend on them
to make the decisive move.

I had prepared myself for the big event by wearing the
butt plug Roxy had given me for almost 24 hours non-stop.
I had never worn it for this long and it did get quite
uncomfortable towards the end, but I considered it worth
the pain. I only removed it when it was time to get
myself ready for Ramon's party. I noticed that my hole
was red, looking slightly irritated. But I was sure that
this would soon disappear.

My preparations seemed to have had the desired effect. As
soon as Sylvie and Mirabelle arrived they were caught in
a tight embrace by their respective partners, treated to
deep, passionate kisses which lasted for several minutes.
When the two couples eventually settled down, they
engaged in intimate caresses, apparently completely
oblivious to what went on around them. It was only a
question of time when the first couple would disappear
into the guest bedroom.

Sylvie was the first to disappear and to treat us soon
after to her version of the 'screaming orgasm' in three
parts. When they returned, their clothing was reduced to
one item each - it was still too early for complete
nudity.

In the meantime Pablo had helped Mirabelle to shed a good
part of her wardrobe and was sucking her voluptuous
breasts, while I had removed Ramon's trousers and was
riding his cock in a slow, sensual rhythm. Mirabelle and
Pablo went to enjoy the privacy of the guest bedroom and
soon Mirabelle let us all know how much she enjoyed what
Pablo's cock was doing to her pussy. They returned from
the bedroom without any clothes on.

Seeing how well my plan had worked out so far, I longed
for some serious fucking by Ramon. We both undressed and
moved to the altar. Ramon's cock and mouth worked wonders
and I soon joined the chorus of women proclaiming the
benefits of a good fuck. Ramon kept fucking me through my
orgasm but my shouts must have stimulated the other two
couples who joined us on the big bed.

It was wonderful to be part of this threesome of women
who were urging on their studs to give it to them good
and hard, to ram their cocks deeper and faster inside
them. I wish I had a recording of the sounds we produced.
It would be a powerful document of the joy of sex.

Sometime in the middle of all this uncontrolled lust, I
realized that I was the link between the other five
people present. I had made love to all of them. Mirabelle
and Sylvie before I met Ramon, and Pablo and Rui as part
of Ramon's plan.

Ramon had specifically told everybody that he didn't want
any presents. In my case he had added, 'You are the best
present I've received this year - I don't need anything
else.'

So when I approached him just after midnight with my
little parcel in hand he wasn't very pleased. "I told you
I didn't want any present."

"Ssh, this isn't a present. Just something that lets you
use what you've already got in a new way."

He didn't have a clue what I was talking about and
started to unpack the parcel with a puzzled look on his
face. When he realized what it was, he stopped unpacking
and looked at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes darling, as sure as I've ever been."

He gave me a big hug.

"I'll be yours tonight or any time you want me."

Ramon tried to put the still half-wrapped packet on a
shelf out of sight, but Mirabelle and Sylvia had observed
the exchange and became curious about what my parcel
contained. They picked up the half-unwrapped parcel to
see what it was. For a moment I was undecided about what
to do. Maybe they would recognize the brand name and know
what it was for, or they'd read the description and
manage to draw their own conclusion, or they didn't have
a clue and would riddle me with their questions.

I didn't feel comfortable with either of these options,
but didn't want to leave it to chance. I gave both of
them a smack on their bare bottoms, took the jar out of
their hands and said, "What kind of behaviour is this,
spying on other people's shelves?"

"We were just curious what present you gave Ramon. What
is it?"

"You're too young for this kind of thing. When you've
grown up your mothers will tell you what it is and what
it's for."

"Oh, I didn't know you had secrets," said Mirabelle.

"After all we've done for you," Sylvie added.

Ramon had observed our conversation. "You're really
curious about this, aren't you?" he asked my two friends.

They nodded.

"Would you say your curiosity is stronger than your
jealousy?"

They didn't understand. Ramon explained. "I won't tell
you the answer. I won't explain; I'll demonstrate. But
this demonstration would involve Pablo and Rui. It would
involve them making love to another woman, to
Jacqueline."

They both gasped in horror.

Ramon continued. "If that idea bothers you, either of
you, just say it and we'll drop the subject. I'll
understand. Most people couldn't bear the thought of
their partner getting involved with someone else, even if
it's only physical. However, if you are determined to
find out, we'll demonstrate it for you."

I knew what Ramon was getting at. He wanted to let me
experience three cocks at the same time while he fucked
my ass for the first time. Right here in front of my
friends! I was grateful for his intention but I felt
uncomfortable about the situation.

Not only was I unsure how they would react to my taking
Ramon's cock up my ass, I also expected them to be deeply
shocked watching me having sex with three men at the same
time. And on top of that, it would involve Rui and Pablo,
with whom their relationship had only just started. I was
trying to tell Ramon that there was no need for any other
man, that he could fuck my ass now or any other time he
liked. And if the chance to have three cocks inside me
did not arise again, that wouldn't be a problem either.

"I think he's just called us provincial and narrow-
minded," Sylvie said. "I'm not as possessive as you
think. If Rui wants to play with Jacqueline, go right
ahead. What do you say, Mirabelle."

Mirabelle was in a tight embrace with Pablo, his cock
poking against her lower belly. "Alright," she said, "but
only for a short while. I want him back in working
order."

Ramon arranged two chairs near the bed so that my two
friends could watch from a comfortable position. Rui and
Pablo climbed on the bed. They gave me a choice whom I
wanted to suck and whom I wanted to fuck me. I asked Rui
to lie on his back and lowered myself onto his rock-hard
cock. I could hear Sylvie gasp. Maybe she had thought
that Ramon's explanation had been a bluff. Pablo
positioned himself so that I could stuff his cock into my
mouth.

Ramon got hold of the jar. He spread my bottom cheeks and
applied the lubricant. As he pushed his finger inside me,
I could hear the surprised voice of Sylvie. "Her ass!
He's going to fuck her ass!"

That was all she said. Almost as if she was talking to
herself.

Ramon's fingers in my rear passage felt wonderful. He was
as gentle as Marie had been and made sure that I was well
greased before he'd enter me. I speared myself deeper
onto Rui's rod of steel and ran my tongue around Pablo's
cock head. There were so many sensations, I didn't know
which one to focus on.

Then Ramon started to push his cock inside me. My lessons
with Roxy had prepared me for the sensation of having a
hard object inserted into my rear. But this hard object
was Ramon's cock! Nothing had prepared me for the feeling
of fulfilment that I experienced as he pushed deeper and
deeper into my hole. And, of course, there was another
cock throbbing in my pussy and a third one in my mouth.

I contracted my pussy muscles so firmly around Rui's cock
that I could hear him gasp. And I shoved Pedro's cock so
deep into my throat that I almost gagged. Could this be
called a Jacqueline sandwich or was Jacqueline kebab more
appropriate? There isn't really a culinary term which can
describe what I felt.

I ceased to exist; my body ceased to exist. It was simply
the centre of a desire for more and more intense sexual
pleasure. I wanted Ramon to hurt me, punish me, split me
in two, as I sucked Pablo's cock and slammed Rui's hard
rod into my pussy, in a frenzied desire to reach my
orgasm. When I came, I didn't stop. I flooded Rui with my
juices. His cock pounded the liquid into a foaming cream
as he, too, came and added his semen to the mixture.

Pablo shot his hot cum into my mouth but Ramon kept
pushing his cock in and out of my ass. His hands roamed
over my upper body, sometimes holding on to my hips to
thrust deeper inside me, sometimes moving up to caress my
breasts, fondle my nipples.

The other two cocks had already wilted and I had licked
Pablo's softening cock clean when Ramon filled my rear
with spurt after spurt of his cum. I could feel his cock
pulsate in my tight channel and came to a final peak
before I passed out. This had been the most intense
pleasure of my still young life, but I knew it was
something that would be difficult to repeat or improve
on.

Sylvie and Mirabelle watched the spectacle open-mouthed.
Later they confirmed to me that they had never imagined
that a woman could abandon herself so wantonly and single-
mindedly to the pursuit of pleasure.

                         -----

Later that night, after the other two couples had retired
to their individual bedrooms, Ramon made love to me on
the altar, where we always spent our nights together. He
caressed me with so much tenderness that I felt I wanted
my body to melt into his. I wanted the two of us to
become one person.

"I love you very much Jacqueline."

That well worn phrase both of us had been avoiding
sounded natural, truthful and genuine. It seemed as if
these words had never been spoken before by anybody else.
"I love you too, and I want to belong to you forever."

I had never been happy with using the word 'love' for our
relationship, mainly because I wasn't sure I really
understood the concept of love. You were supposed to love
your God, your country, your parents, children and other
family members. In this context the word implied a
sacrifice, giving something without expecting anything in
return. But people could also love strawberries and cream
or classical music, to use just two examples. In this
case 'love' simply meant enjoyment. The fact that the
word could be used to cover such a wide range of feelings
and the fact that it was used indiscriminately made it
almost meaningless to me.

If, on our first encounter, Ramon had said 'I love you',
I might have just laughed at him. But he had said 'I want
to make love to you' which is simply a euphemism for
having sex. When I met Ramon, I considered what happened
between us simply as a special form of physical
attraction. My body and mind reacted very intensely to
his touch, his voice, his presence. I would have called
this desire, passion or lust.

He was able to make me react to his touch like I had
never reacted before. And it was from my reactions, my
responsiveness to his caresses that he derived so much
pleasure to make him want to go on caressing me. Our
passion for each other was feeding itself. I was willing
to let him do with me whatever made him happy and accept
any pain or discomfort knowing that my body was giving
him pleasure. I felt that my body was his to use and
abuse.

My 'anal training' had been in large part an expression
of this desire. I wanted to train my body to accept his
large cock in my rear. Of course, I did enjoy the
training sessions with Roxy and Marie very much. I even
had pleasant memories of the punishment I received
afterwards from Michel. And I admit that the possibility
of the foursome with Rui, Pablo and Ramon had always been
in the back of my mind. I had to admit that I hadn't been
thinking exclusively of Ramon's pleasure.

But I felt an urge to take my commitment to Ramon
further. I wanted to belong to him. But whenever I talked
to him in these terms, he shied away from the idea. He
insisted that I was an independent woman and that I
belonged to no-one but myself.

My desire remained, nonetheless. I wanted to be his
slave, but in a more complete way than I had been
Charlotte's slave. That episode had only been a game of
make-believe. I had read that real masters used to mark
their slaves to identify them as their property. Not only
to tell others, but mainly to serve as a constant
reminder for the slave herself that she was the property
of her master.

I wanted Ramon to mark me, or agree to have me marked. I
was thinking of a tattoo 'Property of Ramon' either
across my breasts or on my lower abdomen, just above my
pussy, but high enough so that it would be visible above
a bikini bottom. The problem was that so far Ramon had
not shown any interested in taking a dominant role. The
only times he had given me any orders was when he told me
to take off my panties, the day we met at '_Le Club_',
and after my first encounter with Pablo.

The gang bang when Ramon and his two friends had
'violated' me, could be taken as a sign that he accepted
ownership of me and the right to share me with his
friends if he wanted to do so. But I saw it more as his
way of helping me to realize a fantasy I had told him
about.

I wanted Ramon to punish me like Michel punished Roxy,
with or without reason. Given the will, it wouldn't be
too difficult to find offences I had committed which
could displease him. Consulting Roxy on anal sex, my
orgies with Roxy and Marie, even pulling strings to get
Sylvie and Mirabelle together with Rui and Pablo could
all be legitimate reasons for punishing me. Maybe this
would be a first step.

If Ramon accepted that he had the right to punish me,
then he would also accept that he had the power to decide
what behaviour was right and wrong for me. He could lay
down the rules and enforce them, punishing me whenever I
stepped out of line. But for the time being I just had to
be content with being able to offer him my rear for his
pleasure.

                    To be continued