Room 54 - Book Three of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy Read Online Free Page B

Peters’ expression spoke volumes, but rather than venting her displeasure at Miss Sarah for sharing such information, the manageress merely continued with what she was saying, albeit through clenched teeth.
    ‘Mr Wheeler and I have studied the tape. In fact Mr Wheeler enjoyed it so much he watched it twice while I was busy preparing him to witness this evenings test; a test which both you and Miss Sanders have to pass if you wish to stay here.’
    ‘I’m good at my job, you’ve said so!’ Shock, and the fear of losing a position she loved, made Miss Sarah bluster for a moment before she forced at least the appearance of composure on her face.
    Continuing, Mrs Peters conceded, ‘You are good at your job, and I would rather keep you than lose you, but I’m in charge here, and lately you seem to have forgotten that fact. I am supposed to be consulted before any of you indulge in any personal satisfaction. A rule you know very well, and one you have never broken until the temptation of Miss Sanders’ presence was granted to us a few weeks ago.’
    Jess couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Miss Sarah is being punished because of me! Shuffling on the wooden stool, the wait to be spanked was overtaken by the wait to see how Miss Sarah would respond. Thinking back to her exercises that morning, Jess realised how it must have appeared on the webcam. She’d been so wrapped up in how fantastic going down on a woman felt while they were returning the favour that she hadn’t thought beyond the moment. Now, time to think had been thrust upon her, Jess had to admit that when she’d seen Miss Sarah walk into the study, something in her had stirred; a hope that she would be the one to administer her correction, for if she did, she might well sweeten the penalty with a reward.
    Brought out of her musings, by the sound of approaching footsteps, Jess turned her neck awkwardly and saw that Lee had hastened next to Mrs Peters’ side, a long leather lace in his hands.
    ‘In order to make this impromptu competition fair, Miss Sanders’ arms will be tied to the stool so she does not struggle or attempt to knock the cane away. You, Miss Sarah, should not need the assistance of any type of restraint to keep you in place, for you have six months of experience and, as you say, you are very good at your job.’
    The clerk didn’t dare speak as Lee, his dick swinging dangerously in front of him, knelt and secured her wrists to the front legs of the stool with each end of the single lace. The barman tugged the leather so it bit into her skin, but then, at the last minute, with the briefest of conspiratorial nods, he loosened it a little, leaving Jess unaccountably grateful for this brief show of consideration, before he returned to his station by the door.
    Keeping her head still, but glancing out of the corner of her eye, Jess could see Miss Sarah’s knuckles, pale and stiff as they gripped the stool, and wondered if the dominatrix was regretting their additional activity that morning.
    Leaving the two women for a moment, Mrs Peters placed a hand on either side of his face, bent forward and kissed Mr Wheeler’s forehead. ‘I hope you’re enjoying the show, my dear.’
    Sam nodded, knowing denial would have been ridiculous, as his encased dick strained against its leather holster. Despite his own predicament he was fascinated by this unexpected development. For it had been the two women now supplicated before him that had so distracted and captivated him on the small screen with their mutual oral sex, that Sam hadn’t resisted Laura as she tied his arms to the hooks on the wall.
    ‘I knew you’d appreciate seeing them naked again, Sam. I think I can promise you that the noises they make this time, however, will be less rapturous than before.’ Mrs Peters undid his gag and kissed Sam full on the mouth, before leaving him gasping for air. Running his tongue over his lips in an attempt to moisten them, he opened his mouth to speak,