Swansong. GM Jordan
a beeline for J but couldn’t take her eyes off Gill as they talked.
“It’s so good to see you again, J. Who is this delicious little creature you have brought along?” the Domme purred, Gill blushed slightly.
“Her name is China, I am teaching her.” Gill pushed her chest forward, straightening her back.
“Bring her into the back; let’s see how delicious she is.”
J stood and Gill followed, her transformation was not complete, she was still torn between her old and new name. They walked quickly through double doors and down a small flight of steps, J and the Domme talked like old friends and when they reached another set of doors J turned to face Gill for the first time since they had arrived.
“Do as you are told, do not let me down.” He instructed, she nodded and followed them inside.
The world changed around her, there was a heavy scent in the air that seemed to be a mixture of PVC, leather and sweat; Domme’s and Dom’s chatted in the half light, submissives of every shape and style waited patiently for instructions. It felt like half the room turned to look at them, and for the first time Gill felt like she was being judged openly. She also felt over dressed. As she watched the Dom’s she noticed that none of them looked like J – he wore a suit and polo neck jumper, conservative compared to those around them and yet he fitted in perfectly.
In the centre of the room sat a round table cluttered with glasses and bottles. Various chairs had been pulled up and couples chatted excitedly as they approached. J’s companion threw her arms out and hugged a small blonde.
“This is the infamous J,” she purred. J smiled and shook the woman’s hand.
“How wonderful to meet you at last, I have a young slave that is being a bit feisty and I wondered if you could take a look at her sometime?” she asked.
Gill could feel the respect oozing out of the group and she felt glad she was with him, it elevated her spirit.
“This is my new submissive, China,” J announced guiding her forward; they looked into her face and admired her make-up.
J leaned into her so his mouth was close to her ear.
“Slip the dress off your shoulders, show them how beautiful your breasts are.”
Gill stood rooted to the spot unable to move, she was being told to expose herself to a roomful of complete strangers.
“Do it, now,” J pushed. Gill felt her hands slip to her shoulders and eased down the material; it fell down her body and arms, her breasts came into view and when she shrugged the dress fell to her waist.
“Magnificent,” one of the sitters said out loud, the voice belonged to a portly man in his fifties. “How long have you had her?”
J turned to look China in the eyes, as the dress had been peeled away so had the remnants of her nine-to-five life, the transformation was complete.
“I think you can safely say I have owned China all her existence,” J stated. China felt the rush of heat return between her legs. The dress fell further and then to the floor – her entire body was now on show but she maintained the correct position demanded by her Master.
FIVE
The hotel room seemed barren and quiet compared to the club and China stood motionless as she waited for J to return from the bathroom. He seemed pale and drawn but his eyes sparkled as soon as he looked at her again. She wanted him; she wanted to feel the hardness of his body deep inside her, taking her.
He stood behind her, his fingers trailed down her body and explored her nakedness; she felt his breath on her neck and ached for his touch to become more intimate.
He leaned into her softly, and wrapped his arm around her, she panicked for a moment unsure of what he required of her, then relaxed as he whispered into her ear.
“Hands behind your back, take a deep breath.”
China did as she was told, daring to close her eyes as she felt him stroking her stomach tenderly, his fingers brushed her nerves so gently it felt like he was caressing her skin with a feather. When his fingers touched her pubic mound she led out a small sigh and leaned back against his chest.
“Say ‘Please’,” he murmured.
“Please… God I want you J,” his fingers stopped, she opened her eyes and wondered what was wrong.
“You were told to address me as Sir.” His voice was hard and controlled, China suddenly felt afraid.
He walked to the stool and sat down to look at her, his eyes burned into her soul; he straightened his legs.
“Come here and kneel over my legs, accept your punishment.”
Unable to resist China crossed the room. She stood before him and shook, she just wore her stockings and heels and felt totally exposed.
J guided her down onto his lap and ran his fingers over her soft cheeks, one hand on her back.
“Open your legs correctly,” he commanded, she did it instantly.
The first smack struck her cheeks and sent a wave of shock through her body – she fought to remain in the position he demanded as instinct told her to stand up and demand he leave, but the part of her that was China wanted him to stay. The next smack landed on one cheek and each strike alternated between the two until she was sure she had felt five. Her buttocks felt like they were burning as J ran his fingers across the red hot skin before the final strike landed and made contact with both cheeks at the same time.
He held her in the same position for a few minutes as she caught her breath; he removed his hand from her back but instead of letting her stand up J slipped two fingers between her legs, pressing them into her cunt.
“You are very wet, I am impressed you have not climaxed so far,” he stated, his other hand stroking her face and turning her head to look at him.
“Who is your Master?” he asked, fixing her with the same look that had melted her before.
“You are,” China rasped, trying to control her body. The climax was pushing itself down to her toes, she became desperate to release it.
J let her go and told her to stand – she did so quickly. She trembled with anticipation, clenching her hot buttocks and praying she didn’t climax without his permission. Her Master stood slowly and walked to the bed, China remained in exactly the same position.
“You may climax,” he told her.
The first wave hit her hard, she had never wanted to orgasm so much. Her body slumped forward a little and she tried so hard to remain on her feet. From behind he wrapped his arms around her, holding her up, his fingers pumping gently at her cunt.
“Again, give it to me.”
It was becoming difficult to breathe, China was desperate for air, her legs were buckling and the room was spinning. She could feel her juices running down her thigh and when she thought she couldn’t take any more J turned her to the bed and lay her face down, lifting her legs until she knelt on the side of the bed.
Taking her wrists he locked them behind her back, she turned her head to breathe; her heart was pounding and she trembled uncontrollably, whimpering as his fingers explored her exposed cunt.
Seconds later she felt his breath on her lips – his fingers spread her buttocks and he kissed her cheeks before she felt his tongue flicking down towards her sex.
China found herself moaning uncontrollably as his tongue started to work on her labia, the tip curled up and nudged her clitoris sending waves of pleasure inside her. She wiggled as he probed deep inside her - it felt so good but she wanted to feel his cock.
“Please… fuck me, please, Master,” she begged as another climax exploded inside her.
China woke in the bath and sponged