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

Chapter 16

[Confessions]

The restaurant was empty. All of France was at home,
watching the national soccer team play Greece for a place
in the semi-finals. The soccer fans would probably dine a
little later tonight. Right now, we had the restaurant to
ourselves.

As expected, Ramon had agreed to my suggestion to try the
Korean barbecue restaurant which had opened recently in
the neighbourhood. The restaurant had been Caroline's
idea; I knew as little about Korean food as Ramon. Just
like Caroline had told me, each table was located in its
own little booth. Bead curtains at the entrance to the
dimly-lit stalls added to the sense of privacy. Circular,
gas-fired grills, looking like perforated iron domes,
were set into the low tables. Guests were encouraged to
remove their shoes before they accommodated themselves on
the cushions on either side of the table.

The explanations on the menu were not very informative
and the waitress, dressed in the traditional costume of
her country, although eager to help, had only a limited
command of the French language. In the end we left it up
to her to choose the dishes for us. We only specified
that we wanted a meal for two people with a healthy
appetite.

As soon as we had placed our order, I made my excuses and
left our booth in search of the toilet. I had only walked
two steps when I bumped into Caroline.

"Jacqueline!" she shrieked, loud enough to be heard in
the entire restaurant. "You're in Paris! Didn't you say
you were going to spend the weekend with your parents?"

I mumbled something about a change of plan.

"What a coincidence," Caroline observed, "The two of us
in the same restaurant, each one at her own table. Why
don't you come and join me?"

"Sorry, Caroline, I can't. I'm not here on my own."

"Oh, I see," she exclaimed. "You brought a colleague from
the university to keep you company. Is she pretty?"

Without waiting for an answer she poked her head through
the bead curtain to see who was in there. She withdrew
her head immediately, saying, "Sorry, wrong booth."

Turning to me, she whispered, much louder than necessary,
"There's a man in there! Didn't you tell me you weren't
into men?"

Her acting skills surprised me. I had not expected her to
play her part so convincingly.

"Jacqueline," came Ramon's voice from inside the booth,
"Why don't you invite your friend to join us for dinner?
There's always room for another person at our table." It
sounded more like an order than an invitation.

Caroline winked at me as I lead her into the booth. I
returned to my place and Caroline sat next to me, facing
Ramon diagonally across the table. Their hands barely
touched when I did the introductions. They greeted each
other with the cool politeness that is normally reserved
for strangers and enemies.

"Have you ordered yet, Mademoiselle?" Ramon inquired.

Caroline said she had only just arrived and Ramon called
the waitress. Caroline asked, "Are you having the
bulgogi?" We had no idea what we were going to eat, but
the waitress confirmed that we were, indeed, going to
have the bulgogi.

"In that case," Caroline told the waitress, "I'll have
the same they have ordered. Just bring an extra portion
of everything."

As soon as the waitress had left, Ramon turned towards
Caroline. "Excuse me for being nosey, Mademoiselle, but I
couldn't help overhearing your conversation. It seems
that you know Jacqueline quite well."

"Oh, yes," Caroline said emphatically. "We've met
regularly ever since she took me to _Le Chambre
Séparée_."

I could see Ramon flinch when Caroline mentioned the
prime adult entertainment venue. He probably had already
suspected that this wasn't a tea-and-biscuits friendship,
but now he was certain.

"When was that?" he asked.

"October eighth of last year," Caroline answered. "And
how long have you known her, Monsieur?"

"I've been dating Jacqueline since the fifth of July,
that's almost a year ago."

I was stunned. These two people remembered the exact day
when they first met me. And neither of them had to think
hard to come up with the respective date. It dripped off
their tongues without hesitation, like they might
remember their mothers' birthday or the date of the
storming of the Bastille. Did this mean I mattered to
these two people, that my presence actually made a
difference?

"Dating?" Caroline asked. "Does that mean you are ...,"
she hesitated for a moment, "... intimate?"

"Yes, it does," Ramon confirmed. "How about you?"

"Most certainly."

Caroline looked at me. "I can't tell you how mad I am at
you, Jacqueline. You told me you weren't interested in
men and gave me this story about having to visit your
parents every weekend. And now it turns out that you've
had a relationship even before we met. And it looks like
your boyfriend didn't know about me either. It appears
that you've been cheating on both of us. You ought to
have your bottom thrashed until it turns purple!"

Obviously furious with me, Caroline turned to Ramon.
"Will you spank her, Monsieur, or will you allow me to do
it?"

"Seeing that my rights are of longer standing, I will
make sure she'll get the punishment she deserves. I'm not
a big fan of spanking or other forms of physical
punishment, though. I believe there are better, more
efficient means."

"May I be present when it happens, Monsieur?"

"That's part of my plan," Ramon promised. "By the way,
there is no need to keep calling me 'Monsieur'. My name
is Ramon."

"Caroline," Caroline said and held out her hand. As they
shook hands this time, I could sense an electric spark,
the exchange of erotic energy between them. They held the
handshake for much longer than necessary, their eyes
locked into each other, as if they wanted to erase their
first, hostile, handshake.

"Ramon," Caroline repeated. She seemed to be thinking
aloud. "That's not a very common name. You wouldn't be
Ramon, the fashion designer?"

When Ramon confirmed that he was indeed the fashion
designer, Caroline was ecstatic. "How exciting! I'm
wearing one of your creations at this very moment."

Caroline unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a magnificent
lacy bra. If the garment was intended to conceal the
beauty of her full breasts, then it failed miserably to
accomplish its task. The stiffness of her nipples
betrayed Caroline's excitement.

When the waitress arrived carrying a tray laden with a
multitude of small dishes, Caroline buttoned her blouse
hastily. I could tell from Ramon's face that he had
enjoyed Caroline's little show of exhibitionism and was
sorry that she cut it short.

The waitress showed us how we could control the
temperature of the grill and demonstrated how to cook the
food to our liking. Caroline assured her that she was an
old hand at Korean food and would show us the ropes.

"Well," Ramon said, "Let's enjoy our meal first. Then, I
suggest, we all go to my apartment. There I will make
love to my most beautiful customer, and afterwards I'll
decide what measures to take to get this juvenile
delinquent straightened out."

Caroline didn't say a word. She simply lowered her
eyelids a little and bowed her head in agreement. I was
sure that the wetness of her pussy was already seeping
through her panties.

Ramon turned to me. "I'm just as mad at you as your
friend, Jacqueline. Since I met you for the first time, I
haven't touched any other woman. I felt I owed you this
much respect. I want you to know that it hurt me deeply
to find out that you did not find it necessary to
exercise the same restraint. Tonight, you will watch me
make love to your friend. This will be part of your
punishment."

I ate my meal in silence, speaking only when either Ramon
or Caroline addressed me, looking down on my plate, not
daring to lift my head. The two, however, kept a lively
conversation going, exchanging information about
themselves, praising the quality of the food, talking
about their favourite restaurants, music they liked,
books they had read. They behaved exactly like two people
on their first date.

I had been on an emotional roller coaster ever since
Ramon invited Caroline to join us. There were so many
conflicting messages, I didn't know what to expect. Ramon
had spoken of his rights. Did this mean he had finally
accepted his ownership of me?

The two had been talking about me in my presence without
addressing me directly, something I used to hate as a
child. It had always made me angry when adults passed
judgement about me over my head: 'Jacqueline is a good
pupil but she's a little too quiet. She needs to mix more
with her classmates.' Now Ramon had commented on me like
he was talking about a badly behaved child.

I noticed that Ramon hadn't asked Caroline if she wanted
to go to bed with him, he had just told us he was going
to make love to her. This was very similar to what
happened when he met me the first time. Was he thinking
of dumping me and putting Caroline in my place? But he
had called me a 'juvenile delinquent'. That would
indicate that he put my failings down to my immaturity.
He had also talked about getting me straightened out. If
he planned to dump me then there was no need to
straighten me out. I took his comment as I sign that he
planned to continue our relationship.

Caroline was playing her role magnificently. The way she
had faked surprise when Ramon revealed his identity was
worthy of an Oscar nomination. I had to admit that she
deserved her prize, a night with Ramon. But what did he
mean when he said there were more efficient means of
punishment than spanking? What did he have in store for
me?

Only once did their conversation return to me, or rather
to the punishment I was going to receive. Caroline asked,
"Why don't you approve of spanking as a form of
punishment?"

"Our body has very sophisticated mechanisms to avoid or
reduce pain. When a part of the body is beaten repeatedly
over a long period, that part becomes insensitive to
pain. Sometimes the body just learns to ignore the pain,
sometimes the skin actually thickens. The calluses on
labourer's hands are an example of this. The skin of
Jacqueline's bottom - and I'm sure yours too - is as
smooth and soft as that of sun-ripened peach. I don't
want it to become like the rind of a lemon. That would be
a crime against female beauty.

"That doesn't mean I would never spank Jacqueline, or let
her feel the bite of a whip. I just don't consider
spanking the first and most effective option.

"Jacqueline's bottom is not responsible for her sins -
her mind is. She's allowed the desire for sexual pleasure
to dominate her. Satisfying her lust has become more
important than respecting the people who care for her. We
have to re-educate her mind, teach her that she is paying
too high a price, that sex without affection isn't worth
disappointing those who love her."

On the way to the apartment I was relegated to the
backseat while Caroline sat next to Ramon in the front. I
noticed how eager she was to display her beautiful legs,
but, just as on my first ride with Ramon, he didn't use
the opportunity to feel her up.

As soon as we arrived in Ramon's apartment, he said,
"Take of your clothes, Jacqueline."

I followed Ramon's instruction without hesitation. He
brought a wastepaper basket from his studio and told me
to put my clothes into it.

"This basket will stay here, in the entrance hall. From
now on, you will remove all your clothes as soon as you
arrive and only put them back on when you leave. You will
remain naked as long as you are here. Only under special
circumstances will you be permitted to cover yourself."

Ramon lead Caroline into the sitting room and told her to
make herself at home while he was 'taking care' of me. He
got a straight-backed chair without armrests from the
kitchen and carried it to the raised platform. There he
told me to sit down on the chair, facing the bed. From a
bag in his wardrobe he produced several pieces of rope
and tied my arms behind my back and then fastened them to
the chair back. Then he made me spread my legs, pulled
them back and tied each ankle to one of the hind legs of
the chair. This left me in a position where I was unable
to move and my breasts and pussy were pushed forward.

Ramon made sure I was immobilized, but took care not to
interrupt the flow of blood to my hands and feet. I did
not offer any resistance to his tying me up. How could I?
He had finally started to give me orders and had talked
about punishing me. This was what I had wanted for such a
long time! Even though, I couldn't help feeling
apprehensive about what he was planning to do to me.
Ramon said, "I love you, Jacqueline. I'm doing this for
your own good," and gave me a kiss on the mouth.

This demonstration of affection was much too short, much
too fleeting. I wanted to follow his lips as they moved
away from me but the ties kept me back. The ropes cutting
into my wrists and arms as I tried to move forward
brought it home to me that this wasn't a game of make-
believe. I was tied up for real.

Having dealt with me, Ramon returned to the living area
and apologized to Caroline for having left her on her
own. I couldn't see them from where I was tied up, but I
could hear every word they spoke. Ramon offered Caroline
a drink but she declared she only wanted to drink the
kisses from his lips. Nevertheless, she accepted a glass
of Champagne to celebrate their lucky encounter. Caroline
said, "Don't be too harsh on Jacqueline. If it wasn't for
her, we might never have met."

There was a long silence - the kind of silence I
associated with a tight embrace and a long passionate
kiss - then they both came up the stairs towards the bed.
They were both still fully dressed, only the top buttons
of Caroline's blouse and Ramon's shirt were undone. It
made me reflect on the fact that I had hardly ever made
it up these stairs with any item of clothing still in
place. I wondered why Ramon hadn't completely undressed
Caroline before carrying her up the stairs. I soon
realized what the reason was: he wanted me to watch them
undress each other.

That was exactly what they did. They made a show of
removing each other's clothes amidst showers of kisses
and caresses. When Caroline was down to her underwear,
Ramon stepped back and exclaimed, "This is frightening! I
didn't know you when I designed this set, yet it looks as
if it had been made especially for you."

Caroline blushed. "That's just a lucky coincidence. After
all, women's bodies aren't that different from one
another."

I had to admit that Caroline looked exceptionally sexy in
her underwear. But then she always did. She probably knew
that her body was just made to bring out the best in
Ramon's creations - and Ramon's creations were made to
enhance the beauty of her sensual body. That's why she
had such a large collection of sexy lingerie and couldn't
stop looking at herself in the mirror. My only regret was
that today it wouldn't be me who would peel these lacy
nothings off her.

When Caroline was completely naked, she helped Ramon shed
his clothes and they started to caress each other in
earnest. I heard Caroline gasp in anticipation when she
saw Ramon's impressive cock, rock hard and ready for
action.

To watch these two beautiful people make love was a
magnificent spectacle. I saw Ramon's gentle but
determined hands, which I had felt so many times on my
body, caress Caroline. I saw her offering her proud,
stiff nipples to his mouth and watched him accept the
offer. I saw her long, slender legs wrap around his hips
as he thrust his cock into her wet hole.

Ramon was absolutely spot on when he decided what the
most cruel form of punishment for me would be. Oh, how I
wanted to join the two on the bed, if only to lie next to
Caroline and comfort her as I listened to her moans! How
I wished that it were me lying on that bed, that it were
my nipples being sucked, that it were my pussy being
fucked. I would have accepted any role in their love play
without hesitation. But I was condemned to remaining tied
to the chair, unable to touch them or even myself.

I would have gladly accepted any other punishment, pain
or humiliation. Nothing could be worse than being forced
to watch the scenes which were unfolding before my eyes
without anybody touching me, without being able to touch
myself. The way I was tied up didn't even allow me to
squeeze my thighs together to get some form of relief for
my steaming hot pussy. I could feel my juices seep out of
me, evidence of a desire that would not be satisfied.

Up till now, when I fantasized about being tied up, I
always imagined it would happen to render me defenceless
against attacks. Ironically, when it really happened, the
purpose of the restraints was to make it impossible for
me to pleasure myself.

Of course, nobody forced me to watch them. I could have
closed my eyes and tried to erase what was happening in
front of me from my mind. But how could I ignore the
moans of desire, the gasps of surprise, the cries of
approval? Even without seeing them, there was no way that
my mind could think of anything but those two people
making love in front of me.

Ramon was determined to make their pleasure and my
torture last. Like on my first night with him, he fucked
Caroline in every imaginable position. He licked her
pussy, let her ride his cock, but he didn't come until
Caroline was completely exhausted and begged him to come
inside her.

                         -----

When I woke up I was still tied to the chair. My head was
slumped forward, resting on my chest, my neck and limbs
were aching from having been in the same position for a
long time. The sunlight coming through the large window
told me that the new day had started some time ago.

What woke me was the fact that Caroline had sprung back
into action. She had opened her eyes dreamily and spotted
Ramon's huge early-morning erection right in front of
her. Seeing his tool and deciding to give him a blowjob
were two steps that followed each other logically. She
winked at me as she fed on the huge cock, taking it as
deep as possible into her mouth, licking its head. Ramon
was soon awake and retaliated, burying his head between
Caroline's thighs. The morning silence was soon
interrupted by Caroline's moans and shouts.

When Ramon's cock erupted, Caroline directed the stream
of his cum against her face and breasts so that in the
end her face and upper body were covered with splashes of
Ramon's semen. As I watched them, I felt my excitement
rise. Looking down between my legs, I could see that
yesterday's juices had dried and formed a crust on my
pussy and the seat of the chair. New juices were mixing
with the remainder of the previous night's output.

Caroline passed me on the way to the bathroom, flashing
her cum-splattered tits and face right in front of me. I
would have loved to lick Ramon's semen off her, but she
wouldn't even give me that small satisfaction. It was all
going to go down the drain.

As Caroline was splashing around in the bathtub, Ramon
appeared with a business card in one hand, trailing the
telephone on its long extension cord in the other. I
couldn't think of any reason why he would bring the
telephone into the bedroom, except that he wanted me to
listen. He looked at me briefly and dialled a number.

"Marquis de Sade? Good morning, Sir. I hope I haven't
chosen an inconvenient time to contact you. My name is
Ramon. We met some time ago at _Le Chambre Séparée_ and
you gave me your card, saying I could contact you if I
needed any advice on how to discipline my girlfriend."

Ramon paused for a moment, apparently he had been
interrupted by the man on the other end of the line.

"Slave? Well no, I wouldn't exactly call her my slave."

There was another moment of silence while Ramon listened
to the Marquis. "Okay, let's not get hung up on words,
let's say she is my slave."

Apparently the 'Marquis' asked Ramon another question.
Ramon looked at me and said, "Yes, she is in the same
room and can hear me."

There was another pause. Then Ramon said, "If you wish.
Hang on a moment," and left the room, carrying the
telephone with him.

I could hear Ramon talk in his private bedroom and
sometimes pause to listen, but I could not make out what
he was saying. I felt an enormous satisfaction that he
had taken the step to call the 'Marquis'. Everything I
had longed for seemed to be happening, but somehow it
didn't quite happen the way I had imagined. When Michel
punished Roxy, he spanked her, but afterwards he fucked
her like an animal. And this wild sex made the pain
worthwhile for Roxy. My punishment so far consisted of
getting me excited but denying me any form of
satisfaction.

After his phone call, Ramon went to the kitchen to
prepare breakfast. Caroline joined him there after her
bath. I could hear the two of them talk, but understood
only a part of what they were saying. Particularly Ramon
kept his voice down. Caroline's voice came through
clearer, particularly when she got excited.

"You're going to interrogate her? You mean like the
Spanish Inquisition? How exciting! Can I watch?" I heard
her say.

That bitch seemed to derive pleasure from my predicament!
With friends like this, who needs enemies? But I
retracted my judgement of her when I heard her plead with
Ramon to be lenient, to show his greatness by forgiving
me. This time I could hear most of Ramon's reply. It
wasn't a question of forgiving, he had done that a long
time ago, it was a question of helping me.

So there would be an interrogation? The Spanish
Inquisition? I didn't think Ramon was capable of physical
violence against a defenceless female. And in any case,
the night I spent tied up, unable to satisfy myself, had
already been more torture than I was able to take. I was
ready to tell him whatever he wanted to know, to confess
everything without him laying a finger on me.

The two finished their breakfast amidst laughter and
kisses. Then they joined me in the bedroom and sat down
on the bed facing me. Caroline was now wearing one of
Ramon's flannel shirts. How beautiful she looked! She
hadn't bothered closing any of the buttons which left the
shirt hang half open down her front. Her pussy was on
display and her breasts were barely covered. Looking at
her reminded me of the many hours I had spent making love
to this ravishing creature.

Ramon, who had put on his kimono, addressed me. "It seems
that I haven't been paying enough attention to your
needs. I did not understand your cry for attention and
therefore I carry a large part of the blame for what you
did. Caroline told me a little about the things the two
of you got up to, but I want to hear it from your own
lips."

I knew this was going to be a long and difficult
confession. The scheme that Caroline and I had devised
did not allow her to denounce me of any crimes other than
those involving herself. As far as Ramon was concerned,
she hadn't even known of his existence until yesterday.
It was left up to me to come clean about my other
escapades.

I started by talking about my roommate Arlette. My report
of our 'schoolgirl sex' did not upset Ramon, he found it
quite natural that these things happen between two young
women sharing a room. Next I talked about Claude,
Arlette's boyfriend who had a crush on Caroline, and how
I had agreed to serve as bait to attract Caroline into
his net.

This part of my story was new to Caroline and she
promptly called me a 'deceiving little bitch' for having
played such a trick on her. I continued my story, talking
about the evening at _Le Chambre Séparée_, how I had
misinterpreted Caroline's behaviour and left the night
club deeply frustrated.

I was tempted to skip the episode with the beggar, but
decided that I didn't want to start this new phase in our
relationship with another batch of lies and half-truths.
Ramon shook his head when I told him how I had paid the
vagrant for eating my pussy. I concluded the report,
telling Ramon how Caroline had contacted me to explain
her behaviour, how we had felt a mutual attraction for
each other and how we started an affair which consisted
of weekly encounters for 'sex and salads' in Caroline's
apartment.

"There's just one thing I don't understand," Ramon
finally said. "Why didn't you tell me about this when it
happened? Didn't you trust me enough? Did you think I
wouldn't understand?"

"I thought you'd get upset if I told you I had sex with
someone else, and I didn't want to hurt you. Also, I felt
guilty about my insatiable appetite for sex. I didn't
want you to get a bad opinion of me."

"But it's exactly because you're insatiable that I like
you so much!" Ramon laughed. "Don't you know that?"

Ramon pondered for a moment. "There's something else I
don't understand. How did you get into _Le Chambre
Séparée_ at such short notice?"

"I asked Michel to let us use his VIP box."

"Michel? But you hardly know him!"

I realized that the time had come to confess some more
misdemeanours, including the one which had shocked
Caroline so much that she found it appropriate to call me
a slut. But rather than letting Ramon extract the truth
piece by piece asking questions, I decided to tell him
everything.

"I know him better than you think, but that's a long
story," I started my narration. I talked about my desire
to make my rear available to Ramon, my decision to ask
Roxy for advice, her anal training course and my
subsequent punishment.

"You let Michel spank your bare bottom?" Ramon
interrupted my flow.

"Spank and belt," I confirmed. "He already spanked me
once, when we went there together, remember? So it wasn't
all that new to me."

"And you felt that he knew your bare bottom so well that
you could ask him for a favour?"

There was some irritation in Ramon's voice. I felt
inclined to stop my confession right there and omit the
worst part. But my desire to clear my conscience once and
for all made me say, "Yes, but he charged for it."

"He charged for it? How?"

I could see the apprehension in Ramon's face. Seeing how
much this was going to hurt him made it even more
difficult for me.

"I had to agree to let him spank me. One hundred swats
with his hand and another hundred with his belt."

Ramon was aghast. "One hundred with his belt! Didn't that
hurt?"

"It did. But it also turned me on. In the end I was so
hot, I begged him to fuck me. And he did."

Ramon looked like he had been struck by lightning.
Caroline put her arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

"Don't you know that Michel is my business partner? Of
course, you do. How could you make him fuck you? How can
I ever face him again on an equal footing, after I know
that he's fucked my girlfriend?"

"You could fuck Roxy. I'm sure she'd enjoy it."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew this had been
the wrong answer. If Ramon hadn't been angry before, now
he was.

"Why? To match your foolishness? I'm not attracted to
her. At least not enough to want to sleep with her. I
don't just stick my cock into any woman just because I'm
horny! With you, it seems that any cock will do when
you're in heat."

There was a long silence. "Your problem is much bigger
than I had imagined," Ramon said eventually. "It will
take a lot of hard work to get you back on the right
track."

Ramon got up from the bed and said that he had to go out
to buy a few things. In the meantime Caroline would look
after me. He gave her strict instructions not to allow me
to touch myself. I was to be denied any sexual
satisfaction until further notice.

After Ramon had left, Caroline went into the kitchen to
get my breakfast. She spoon-fed me some fruit, gave me
coffee to drink and cut everything else into small pieces
which she put one by one into my mouth. She ignored my
suggestion to untie me, at least one hand, to save her
some work. Whenever something dropped and landed on my
breasts, she licked it off me. Maybe she considered this
a friendly gesture, but for me it was sheer hell. It
increased my excitement without giving me any hope for
relief. Possibly, this was exactly what she wanted to
achieve.

One piece of croissant dropped down all the way and
landed on one of my thighs. After she had lapped it up,
Caroline exclaimed, "Shii, Jacqueline, your pussy smells
of rotten fish."

That was the most embarrassing thing anybody had ever
said to me in my entire life! I could feel myself blush.
I have always paid great attention to my personal
hygiene, particular my pussy. But as I had been leaking
juices since the previous night and hadn't had an
opportunity to clean myself, she was probably right. I
didn't want Ramon to notice the repulsive state of my
body, and begged Caroline to let me have a bath.

Caroline hesitated. She could understand that I wanted to
wash, but she was under strict orders not to let me touch
myself. She made me promise that I wouldn't use the
opportunity for getting myself off. It wasn't easy for me
to make this promise, but I intended to keep my word.
Caroline finally agreed but said she would keep my hands
tied together and would take care of washing my intimate
parts so that I wouldn't be tempted to do more than just
clean myself.

When she untied me, I noticed that my limbs, particularly
my legs had gone completely numb. Caroline had to massage
my legs before I was able to get up from the chair and
stand on my own feet. She left my hands tied together
behind my back when she lead me to the bathroom.

We did not talk much during all this time. Although Ramon
hadn't said anything about this aspect, I felt that part
of my punishment was that I had to remain silent and
speak only when I was spoken to. I only broke this rule
when I begged Caroline to untie me or to give me a chance
to satisfy my lust.

At one point, Caroline asked me, "Are you happy now?"

"Happy, yes, but also very frightened," I replied. "Ramon
seemed very upset. What do you think he's going to do to
me?"

"I don't know," Caroline replied. And after a while she
said, "Well, I don't know everything and I'm not allowed
to tell you what I know. But I know that Ramon loves you,
and so do I. We're not going to hurt you."

I noticed that she had said 'we'. Did she consider
herself part-owner of me? Was she going to play an active
role in my punishment? Thinking about it, I didn't find
this possibility all that surprising. She had on
occasions betrayed a dominant streak, more than Ramon
ever had. She probably enjoyed seeing me suffer when I
had to watch the two of them make love without being able
to satisfy myself.

Caroline agreed to let me use the toilet first. She kept
a close watch to make sure I didn't try to do anything
other than taking care of my necessities. I felt like a
prisoner in a high security ward, but, I thought, even
they enjoy some privacy when they use the toilet. With my
hands tied behind my back I was barely able to wipe
myself, but Caroline just said, "Don't worry, it will all
come out under the shower."

Caroline took off Ramon's shirt as she lead me into the
booth. She briefly untied my hands, only to tie them to
the water pipe which fed the shower, raised high above my
head. Caroline covered my whole body with a rich, soapy
lather and then cleaned me with a large, soft sponge. She
was particularly careful when she passed the sponge
between my legs, not giving me any chance to satisfy my
urge. Her soft touch on my skin was delight and torture
at the same time. I begged her to rub me just a little
harder, to make me climax, but she was determined to obey
Ramon's instructions, no matter what compensation I
offered her.

There was more torture when she lead me out of the shower
booth and dried me thoroughly with fluffy towels. The
soft material rubbing against my skin made me swoon with
desire but all pleas for relief remained unanswered. When
I was dry, Caroline took me back to the chair and tied me
to it, exactly like I had been tied up before.

                    To be continued
