8 comments/ 46557 views/ 33 favorites The Bondage Inheritance By: HeyAll Part 1 of 3: The Unexpected Inheritance "There must be a mistake somewhere." Nicole shook her head as she reviewed pages of legal documents. She double checked her mother's will to ensure that the information was correct. "Everything is in order," Mr. Messersmith stated. "I can assure you of that." "You know that my mother was a devout Catholic right?" "I am perfectly aware of that." "Then why does this say that she owned some bondage place?" Nicole asked incredulously. "Because she was in-fact the co-owner," Mr Messersmith explained. "Your mother's name was on the deed and other business documents." "Well, there must be a mistake." Mr. Messersmith shook his head. "I helped your mother devise this will. Your mother was the true and legitimate co-owner of a bondage club. She made it clear that once she passed, all of her assets would be transferred to you, including her co-ownership of the business." "That's impossible." "It's perfectly understandable that you're in a state of disbelief. It's common that heirs are surprised to learn of what they've inherited." "But we're talking about a place of bondage," Nicole replied. "My mother has always been involved with the church her entire life." "Does being a devout Catholic contradict owning a bondage place?" She was dumbstruck for a moment. "That's not the point Mr. Messersmith." "Then what is the point?" "I know my mother very well. There's absolutely no way that she would be involved in anything like this.' The attorney leaned back in his chair. "Let's talk about that for a moment. How well did you know your mother? My understanding is that you live a busy life." "I work for an insurance company and I raise 2 kids. So yes, I'm busy." "If you don't mind me asking, are you single? I don't see a ring on your finger." "I'm divorced," Nicole replied. "And my understand is that you live some distance away from your mother." "It's roughly a 6 hour drive. I moved away because of the job offer I received years ago." Mr. Messersmith leaned forward. "With all due respect, it's clear to me, based on the facts, that you don't know what your mother did on a daily basis. Your mother was a single woman who lived alone for many years." "But that doesn't mean she would get involved in some crazy business scheme." "Why not? Your mother was in her 50's when she passed. She still needed to make a living." "She had a decent amount of money," Nicole replied. "And she still worked as a real estate agent." "I've gone through all her tax records and bank statements. It's all right here." The attorney shuffled some papers around and placed the financial documents on the table for Nicole to examine carefully. She took her time looking at the numbers. Everything added up. She shook her head in disbelief. "This doesn't make any sense," Nicole whispered to herself. "Nicole, your mother was an attractive woman. She was single for many years. She was energetic and lively. All I'm saying is that your mother is a human being with needs like everyone else. You should keep an open mind to that." Nicole slowly nodded. "Fine. You're right. So what happens now?" "The next step is putting your signature on the necessary legal documents. I'll help you through it." She looked at the attorney and nodded. There was a somber mood on her face as she came to the acceptance that her mother owned a place of bondage. *** Two weeks later. Nicole sat in front of her bedroom computer looking at the website for Club: Je Suis Soumise, which is French for Club: I Am Submissive. It was the business her mother co-owned. After signing a number of legal documents, Nicole was on her way to inheriting her mother's share. Nicole spent over an hour combing through the website. She read every word and looked at every picture. It was more tasteful than she had expected. There were advertisements encouraging couples to visit and spice up their love lives. Her mother's name wasn't listed anywhere on the website. The person who ran the place was a very attractive woman named Morgan. The woman appeared to be in her late 30's, fit, with a classy demeanor. She picked up the phone and called the attorney. He answered. They made small talk at first. Then they discussed business. "I've decided to sell my interest to the other co-owner," Nicole said. "It's better that way." "Your mother wanted you to have that share. Look at the financial statements. It's a profitable business. You'll make decent money if you remain a co-owner." "I know. But a place like that isn't something I want in my life." "Have you spoken to the other co-owner yet?" Mr. Messersmith asked. "I have. Morgan seems like a nice person. She expressed her condolences and we talked for a while about different things." "Have you told her about your plans?" "I have," Nicole replied. "She didn't want to discuss business over the phone. She wants me to head up to San Francisco for a couple of days so we could meet and discuss things in detail." "What did you say?" "I agreed to it. It makes sense. Honestly, I don't really care about the money. I just want closure in my life. I want to know why my mother was involved in a place like that." "I've already told you," Mr. Messersmith replied. "She had plenty of time on her hands. That business is what interested her." Nicole paused for a moment. "Yeah, well, I'd like to hear what Morgan has to say about it. Everything still feels like a big mystery to me." "I understand." "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Of course," he replied. "You've known my mother for many years. Did you know that she was involved with a business like this? Have you ever met this Morgan person?" "I'm afraid that information is attorney-client privilege," he cryptically replied. She was taken aback. "Really? I'm asking you as a family friend, not as a lawyer." "I can't answer that question. But I'll say this, how long do you plan on staying in San Francisco?" "I've booked a flight and made hotel reservations for 3 days. My kids are going to be staying with our neighbor, who's a very close friend of mine. I could stay longer if I needed to" "Flexibility for a trip like this is a good thing. I suggest you pack accordingly and keep an open mind. Have a safe trip." The lawyer ended the call and Nicole was stunned by the rude and abrupt ending to their conversation. At that point, she was left with more questions than answers. Part 2 of 3: Club Je Suis Soumise Early morning. Nicole took a cab from the hotel to the bondage club. She felt nervous during the cab ride. She had never been to an adult club before. And she was scared of what she might learn about her mother. Club Je Suis Soumise was a small three story building on the outskirt of San Francisco. The exterior looked bland and plain. There was nothing appealing about it. There wasn't even a sign advertising the club. Once Nicole arrived, she rang the buzzer and the secretary told to wait a moment. The front door opened and she saw Morgan for the first time wearing a casual dress which outlined her physique. The woman had a godly body and a pretty face. "You must be Nicole," she said. "I wish our first meeting could have been under positive circumstances, but it's such a pleasure to meet you." Nicole was stunned for a moment. For whatever reason, she was speechless. "You're taller than I expected," Nicole blurted out, before regretting it. Morgan smiled, "That's usually the first thing people notice about me. Come inside. We're alone this morning. I'm sure you have plenty of questions." Morgan led Nicole inside of the bondage club. Everything about the interior was beautiful. There was an elegance to the place and it had a warm feeling. They reached the office room and Morgan offered a cup of tea. Nicole declined. "Sorry about the way I greeted you a moment ago," Nicole said. "I didn't know what to expect. Obviously I've never been to a place like this." "Don't worry about that. I see a lot of nervous reactions here." "What exactly is this place? The descriptions on the website were vague." "The website descriptions are vague because we specialize in a number of different things," Morgan replied. "But our primary focus is on the beauty of dominance & submission." "What does that mean?" "What do you you think it means?" "Whips, chains, leather. You'll have to excuse my ignorance. I only know what I see on tv." Morgan smiled, "That's certainly part of it. But the true essence of what we do here is the power exchange. That's the key." "Sounds interesting," Nicole nodded, trying her best to hide any disdain. "Are you going to be busy soon? I don't want to interrupt your work." "Most of the appointments are for night sessions or weekends. We have plenty of time to talk right now." "Great." *** They sat close to each other on the rooftop of the building. There was a small table where they ate pastries and drank tea. The meeting with Morgan was more casual than Nicole had expected. "I first met your mother several years ago," Morgan explained. "I was new to the city. I used to live in New York where I worked as a stage performer and yoga instructor." "Where did you two meet?" "A club." "My mother went to clubs?" Nicole asked in disbelief. Morgan nodded. "She did. Although she clearly wasn't comfortable." "Was it a night club?" "It was a lesbian club." Nicole was taken aback. "That doesn't make any sense. My mother was married for all her adult life. She's also a very religious person." "So that means she can't be attracted to other women?" "No. It's just not like her. She would never go to a club. And she's certainly not a lesbian." "If you live in Southern California, how do you know what your mother does all day in San Francisco?" Nicole shook her head. "Just continue the story. I want to know how my mother became involved with this." "Well, as I was saying, I saw her sitting alone. She looked timid, shy, but curious. I'm not usually into older women, but I found her to be attractive. I wondered what she was doing there alone. So I approached her and we talked. It was clear that she found me attractive as well." "You can skip that part," Nicole said. "I don't want to hear about that." Morgan smiled, "Anyway, we got to know each other. I told her about my plans to open a dance studio. Since your mother was a real estate agent, she helped me search the city for something I could afford. Omitting certain details, we both professed our love for the lifestyle. That's when your mother discovered this building. I couldn't afford it. So she suggested that we become partners. We pooled our money and took a small loan from the bank, which we've already repaid. And here we are." "Why bondage? What made her want to invest in a bondage place?" "Like I said, we had the same interests. I could go into further details if you want? But I think that would make you uncomfortable." Nicole shrugged. "In that case, please don't." "Okay." "I'm glad we're having this conversation." "And we still have much to discuss," Morgan noted. "There's plenty of time for that. But the main reason I'm here is to sell you my half of this business. You'll become full owner, and I would like a reasonable price for the buy-out, which I'll give to charity." "Why do you want to sell your share?" "I'm not comfortable with this line of work, to put it bluntly." Morgan slightly leaned forward. "The business is doing well. We have plenty of rich clients. Mr. Messersmith has already explained to you that it would be in your best financial interest to remain a co-owner here." "I'd rather not. I've made up my mind already." "Will you at least think about it?" Morgan asked. "Your mother clearly wanted you to have a 50% share in this place." "Has she spoken to you about this?" "Follow me." Morgan stood and headed back inside the building, with Nicole following behind her. They went down the stairs and back to the office. Morgan reached inside the desk and handed Nicole three envelopes. "What's this?" Nicole asked, taking the envelopes. "They're from your mother. Letters she's written. Various thoughts. Whatever they are, she wanted you to have them. I think it's her way of convincing you to give this place a chance. She knew you'd be reluctant." "Thank you for giving this to me." "Let's meet again tomorrow morning," Morgan said. "Enjoy the rest of the day in San Francisco. Then read the letters carefully. Maybe they'll change your mind." "I doubt that. But thanks again." *** Later that night. Nicole's feet were sore from exploring the downtown area of the city. After a shower, she dried herself and wore a bedtime outfit, before ordering a light dinner from the hotel catering. She called her two kids to check in, then she called the lawyer to give him an update. The letters were on the table. They never left her mind. Nicole sat down and curled her feet onto the sofa. She needed to get comfortable for whatever she was about to read. She picked up the first envelope which had her name written on it. She opened it and read the first hand written letter: If you're reading this, then you already know about my secret life. I've always been a submissive. I knew it ever since I became sexually active. I didn't think anyone would ever understand until I met your father. He embraced it. He taught me new things. He loved me for who I was. He filled a void inside of me. I became his. all the best Reading those words from her mother put a tear in her eye. The painful feeling of loss came over her. And there was also the feeling of confusion. Nicole thought she knew her mother, but she didn't. Not as well as she expected. She read the second letter: I was your father's plaything. He told me what to do. He told me how to touch myself. He told me how to pleasure him. Whatever he told me, I did it, and it felt amazing. Whenever I made a mistake, he would discipline me. It was supposed to be punishment, but it always made me cum instead. Please don't think I'm being obscene or crude telling you these things. I want you to understand. I am submissive. Nicole took a deep and powerful breath. Her mother had always been the ideal and perfect woman. Everything about the woman was proper. Now, after all these years, Nicole was learning the sexual side of her respectable mother. She read the last letter: When your father passed, I was devastated. I loved him dearly. There was a void in my life for years. You thought I was fine, but I felt empty inside. I lived alone and it was hard to find companionship. I'm not a lesbian, but I've always been curious. One day I saw Morgan. She took my breath away. I felt something I hadn't felt in years. When we started talking, my heart melted. I knew I was in love again. She understood everything about me. I was submissive. She was a domme. I felt complete again. Nicole crumpled up the letter and tossed it to the floor. She clenched her eyes shut and fought back the painful tears. The woman who birthed her no longer existed. Everything seemed like a facade. Everything felt like a big lie. She laid down on the couch and curled herself into a ball. She kept her eyes closed until she fell asleep. *** The next morning. It was another long cab ride filled with nerves. But there was also a sense of resolve and determination. Nicole got out of the cab and rang the buzzer to the bondage club. Morgan came to the door wearing another simple dress. She looked stunningly gorgeous, even without make-up. "You're back," Morgan said. "Come in." "I want to know everything," Nicole said firmly. "I mean everything. No secrets. Nothing glossed over. Just the truth." Morgan looked at her and slowly gave an understanding nod. There was an inevitable conversation waiting to be had. "We should have a seat. I'll tell you everything." The two women made their way up the stairs towards the rooftop. There was a sense of serenity on the building roof. It was quiet, there was sunshine, a nice view, and a small garden which Morgan took care of. "Your mother was a classic submissive," Morgan said. "She once told me the funniest story: She first realized she was a bottom when she watched the movie Star Wars as a teenager. There's a scene in that movie where Princess Leia gets pushed to the ground by a bad guy, and there was a particular look on Leia's face. Do you know how your mother felt?" Morgan gave a reminiscent smile and continued, "She was excited by that scene. She wanted to be on the submissive end of that power exchange. She was aroused by the dominance. It was a feeling she craved to recapture. And she did, first with her husband. Then later with me. I've always treated her with the utmost respect and kindness." "So you were her domme?" "Only when it came to sex" "What about business?" Nicole asked. "Were you controlling her there too?' "I didn't manipulate her into doing business with me. And I didn't swindle her money either. I would never do that to anyone. Business is business. Pleasure is pleasure. Your mother knew exactly what she was doing, and she was eager to open a new business with me." "Who's idea was this business?" Nicole asked. "I just want to know." "Initially it was your mother's idea. I wanted to run a small dance studio where I would be the instructor. Your mother suggested that we try opening a place where couples can properly learn the art of bdsm. I thought it sounded like a great idea, especially here in the San Francisco area." "Did my mother come up with the name of this club? In her letter to me, she wrote 'I am Submissive', which translates to Je Suis Soumise." Morgan gave a loving smile. "That was her idea. She used to write love notes to me, and at the bottom of the page, she would write 'I Am Submissive.' I used to live in France and I can speak the language fluent. So I came up with the idea of using the French name because it sounded sexier. She would always get turned-on whenever I spoke to her in French, even though she couldn't understand." Nicole gave a deep sigh and looked to the view of the city. She noted to herself that the city was beautiful and that it was a pretty nice day. Hearing about her mother's sexual exploits was a lot to handle. "This is more than I expected," she said. "Learning about the bondage club was one thing. But all this? I feel like my world is upside down." Morgan put her hand on Nicole's shoulder. "We all have to learn about ourselves at some point." "What do you mean?" "Well, haven't you ever had the same feelings?" "No. Why would I?" Nicole asked. Morgan moved her hand away. "Being a submissive runs in your family. Your grandmother was also a sexual submissive." "How do you know that?" Nicole asked incredulously. "Your mother told me. She told me everything." Nicole seethed. "You're lying. Is this your sick way of using me for my money too? Or are you just trying to use me sexually? You're really unbelievable. I thought I could trust you." She stormed out of the rooftop and went down the stairs. Her fists were clenched tightly and her face was nearly red. When she left the main entrance of the building, she heard Morgan's footsteps running behind her. "Wait!" Morgan shouted, holding a small stack of papers. "I can understand why you're upset. But take these with you. They're love notes written by your mother. Read them. Maybe you'll finally understand." Nicole stood angrily for a moment before taking the notes. The Bondage Inheritance "Fine." "One more thing," Morgan added. "Don't ever talk to me like that in my club. Ever. If you want a buy-out, then you'll get your check in the mail. But if you want to step foot in my club, then you'll have to obey my rules. No exceptions." After the domme said her words, she headed back inside the club and closed the door. Nicole was left standing outside, left to ponder, with the notes in her hand. *** Evening. Nicole's feet were exhausted again from another long walk. But it was necessary to clear her head. She sat in her hotel room with an expensive bottle of wine which was half empty. The television was also on. She picked up the phone and called the lawyer. They made small talk before discussing business. "I've already called my neighbor and spoken to my kids," Nicole said. "I'll be staying in San Francisco a few more days. My boss is also okay with it." "Why?" Mr. Messersmith asked. "Are things getting complicated financially? Or are you enjoying Morgan's company?" "It's very complicated. The whole thing is a mess." "I understand. What about your share in the company? Are you still going to sell it to her?" "I don't know yet. What do you think I should do?" "Keep your share," Mr. Messersmith replied. "It's a solid financial investment." "I don't feel good taking money like that." "You work for an insurance company don't you?" Nicole smiled for the first time that day. "Don't get cute. You're a lawyer." "Touche." "Thanks for the talk. I just wanted to let you know how I was doing." "Take care Nicole. Bye." "Bye." When the call ended, Nicole took another big drink of the expensive wine, straight from the bottom. She turned off the television and prepared to read the notes. Nicole curled her feet onto the couch. The wine bottle was nearby. She glanced at all the different notes. They were all handwritten, and they were all written specifically for Morgan's eyes. She read her mother's note to Morgan: I am submissive. I'm not ashamed to admit it. It's something in my genes. Being a sexual servant only empowers me. It makes me wet. It makes me cum thinking about it. It makes me cum uncontrollably doing it. When I submit, nothing else matters. I no longer feel insecure about myself. The lines on my face, my age, my body, all the insecurities are gone. My domme wants me. That's all that matters. I make my domme happy. I make my domme orgasm. I love you Morgan. Nicole quickly took a drink of the wine. 'Love.' The note said that her mother 'loved' Morgan. It was an entirely new shock. One that Nicole hadn't expected and was unprepared to learn. She was almost fearful to read the next letter. But she knew she had to. I am submissive. Today it brought me great joy to eat your pussy. I never thought I could be so good at it until you taught me. Now, I practice however I can. I want to get better at it. I want to get better so I can make you happier. Today, when I ate your pussy, I watched your face the entire time. I confess to touching myself while your pussy was in my mouth. I made myself cum from eating your pussy and watching your facial expressions. But I think you already know that. It was a nice submissive orgasm. You always know everything. You always know how to make me cum. I love your Morgan. Nicole's heart skipped a beat. Reading her mother's sexual exploits freaked her out. It scared her. It repulsed her. But in a very strange way, deep down, it slightly aroused her. She considered burning the rest of the letters. She thought about going outside, buying a lighter, and just burning the letters on the street. But she knew she would regret it for the rest of her life. She read the next letter: I am submissive. Today was a lot of fun. My first cock in my years. When you first said you were bringing someone to play with me, I'll admit, I was a little sad. I thought you had become bored with me. I thought I wasn't good enough anymore. I thought I wasn't giving you enough pleasure. But when the time came, you tied me up. I thought the cock was for you. But really, it was for me. What a surprise. I love surprises! He fucked me and it felt glorious. He was a handsome guy. But I preferred watching you. Seeing your facial expressions and excitement while I was getting ravished. I don't know what made me cum harder, his cock in my body, or watching your face. Thank you so much Mistress. You always know what's best for me, even if I don't. You always know how to make me cum. I love you Morgan, with all my heart and body. It had become too much. Nicole tossed the letter onto the floor. Then she picked up the wine bottle and took a long drink. *** The next morning. Nicole woke up laying on the side of the couch. She looked in the mirror. Her hair was an utter mess. Half of her hair was sticking up. She undressed, used the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and took a much needed shower. After drinking a bottle of water, she picked up her phone and stared at it. After mustering the courage, she gave Morgan a call. "Good morning," Morgan answered. "Morning. If it's okay, I'd like to meet you again at the club. I want to apologize." "No." "Why? Are you busy?" "Not particularly." "Then what is it?" Nicole asked. "Are you still mad about yesterday?" "I told you that if you want to come back to the club, then you have to obey my rules. I always mean what I say." "Then what do you want?" "Frankly, I'm tired of your self-pity and holier than thou attitude," Morgan answered. "You strike me as being a brat. An intolerant stuck-up overly conservative brat. Is that what you are?" "What? No. That's nothing like me." "Furthermore, I don't appreciate being called a liar. And I certainly don't like the accusation that I scammed your mother for money. Especially in my own club." "Listen, Morgan, I apologize for that. I'm truly sorry. I want us to have a cordial relationship." "So did I," Morgan replied. "But it's too late now. I've already told you that you must obey my rules. I never go back on a promise." "I don't understand. What do you want?" "If you want a relationship with me, then we're going to have to start over. This time, there will be boundaries and rules. Understood?" Nicole paused a moment. "Yes, I understand." "Tell me about you." "What do you want to know?" "Anything you find interesting about yourself," Morgan replied. "What you do on a typical day. Your hobbies, your life, your passions. I want to understand you." "Well, I work a lot. I work for an insurance company. I raise two kids alone. So I'm always busy. I enjoy cooking with them, spending time with my family. I have a few hobbies. I love running long distances and reading books. That's about it. I'm not very interesting." "So you're a single mother?" "Yes." "Did you get a divorce?" "Yes," Nicole replied. "Why? Who's idea was it." "I found out he was cheating on me. We divorced, and now he lives with his former secretary." "In your opinion, why do you think he cheated on you?" Morgan asked. Nicole gave a long pause. "I don't know. Maybe I was too rigid. Maybe I wasn't enough for him, physically speaking. We didn't have sex that much anymore." "What kind of man was he?" Morgan asked. "Was he strong, meek, dominant, or passive?" "He was someone who always tried to please me. He respected me and wanted us to be equal. I hope that answers your question." "There you go. No wonder your marriage didn't work." Nicole was awestruck. "What do you mean?" "Your ex-husband wasn't your type. He wanted things to be equal, which turned you off. Someone like you needs to be controlled. You need a partner who respects you, but ravishes you sexually." "With all due respect, you have no idea what you're talking about." "Did your ex-husband make you orgasm regularly?" "That's none of your business," Nicole replied. "It is my business. Answer the question." Nicole huffed. "I came sometimes. Not often." "You are a submissive woman. I knew the moment we first met." There was a pause on the line. Nicole didn't know whether to feel offended or not. She didn't know how to react. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked. "I want to help you. I want to enlighten you. Your true nature shouldn't be denied. When was the last time you had a truly fulfilling orgasm?" Nicole thought for a moment. "I don't know. I'm not sure." "What are you wearing right now?" "A bathrobe. I was about to get dressed so I could visit you this morning." "And you're in a hotel right? With a view?" "Yes," Nicole replied. "How many floors up?" "Six." "Go to your window and open the curtains." Nicole did it. "Okay." "Tell me what you see." "A busy street in downtown San Francisco." "Take a picture and send it to me." Nicole didn't bother to argue. She used the camera on the phone to take a picture of the busy downtown street. Then she sent the picture to Morgan. "Very good," Morgan said. "Now open your robe." "Excuse me?" "Open your robe. Show the world what a gorgeous woman you truly are." "Why?" "You don't have to do this," Morgan stated. "I'll sign whatever legal documents you want regarding your stake in the company. But if you want to meet with me again, then I expect obedience." Nicole knew it was pointless to argue. She looked down at the street. She was six floors up. People were busy with their lives. No one was looking up at the hotel. She took a deep breath and let her robe fall to the floor. She stood naked in front of the hotel window. "Okay," Nicole said. "It's done. My robe is on the floor." "Show me. Point your camera down to your naked body in front of the window." "You can't be serious," Nicole replied. "When it comes to sex, I'm always serious. And I know exactly what I'm doing." Nicole sighed. She pointed the phone down to her naked body and snapped a picture of herself in front of the window. Then she sent the picture to Morgan. "You have nice tits," Morgan said moments later. "I love your nipples. They're a nice shade of pink. Stiff too. Oh my. You obviously woke up in a good mood." "Are we done yet?" "We're not done until I hear the sound of you having an orgasm. Don't fake it either. I can always tell." "Why are you doing this to me? Are you still angry with what I said yesterday?" "This is entirely about you," Morgan said. "You've come here to learn about your mother's secret desires, and her secret life as a submissive. Now I'm showing you. I'm showing you firsthand the pleasures your mother felt with me." Nicole sighed. "What do you want me to do?" "Are you left handed, or right handed?" "Right handed." "Hold the phone with your left hand, and use your right hand to touch yourself between the legs," Morgan ordered. "Right in front of the window." "What if someone sees me?" "You're in San Francisco honey. If someone sees you, that person will have a nice little show. Now do it. Let me hear you breathe." Nicole held the phone with her left hand, and she brought her right hand between her legs. She rubbed her curly pubic hairs a little before touching her labia. The tips of her fingers moved up and down the vaginal lips. Her eyes looked down onto the street to make sure no one was looking. "I don't hear anything," Morgan said. "There's nothing to hear yet." "Pinch your clitoris, hard." Nicole pinched her clit and she released a small gasp. "Good girl," Morgan replied. "Now pinch each of your pussy lips. Pinch them like you're trying to keep your pussy closed." Nicole obeyed. She pinched her labia up and down. It hurt. There was a stinging and painful sensation to it. But the stinging sensation brought a strange sense of pleasure, especially since Morgan was listening on the other end of the phone. "Now here comes the most important part," Morgan said carefully. "Insert two fingers inside of your pussy. Soothe yourself from the pain. Make yourself feel loved." Nicole slipped two fingers inside of her pussy. It was a much welcomed relief from the pinching she had done earlier. She masturbated herself. She knew how to make herself feel good. But this time, Morgan was listening on the phone. A warm exhibitionist feeling came over her. It felt good, dirty, and strangely arousing. Moans began to escape her lips. Then more moans. "Good girl," Morgan said. "Make yourself orgasm. You deserve it before being a hard working woman. Finger yourself as hard as you can. Now." Nicole's fingers worked overtime as she furiously touched herself. Her fingers became wet with pussy fluids. Her eyes closed. She came. An orgasmic feeling rushed through her body and she struggled to remain standing in front of the window. A final huff showed that she was finished. "Good girl," Morgan said again. "But you still have some work to do. Never question me again." "I'll get better. What happens next?" "How long will you be in San Francisco?" "I can stay another few days." "Take the rest of the day off," Morgan replied. "Enjoy the city. Buy souvenirs. Tomorrow evening we'll meet again at the club. Text me your hotel and room number. I'll send you a package. Until then, take care." Morgan ended the call, and Nicole was left standing naked in the hotel room, in front of the window, with her phone in hand. Part 3 of 3: I Am Submissive, Too A package came to the hotel the next morning. Room service brought it to Nicole's hotel room. It was a rectangular box with a note on top of it. She read the note: Nicole, I bought a lovely outfit for you. I hope it fits nicely. I've also hired a driver to come pick you up at exactly 6 pm today. Tonight will be special. You're not obligated to do any of this. But I hope you accept. You're curious about many things and I have a lot to show you. If you accept, you'll be uncomfortable at first. I can assure you of that. But there's light at the end of the tunnel. A bright and powerful light. A light that is in your genes. Whatever decision you choose, it won't affect our business relationship. I'll support whatever you decide to do with your share of Club Je Suis Soumise. Personally, I hope you stay on board. Sincerely, Morgan There was a red lipstick kiss at the bottom of the letter. Nicole didn't know what to think of the letter or the offer. But her mind was intrigued. She opened the box. The first thing Nicole noticed was a pair of black high-heeled boots. She took them out of the box and placed them on the floor. The next thing she noticed was a black leather corset. She picked it up from the box. The corset had nothing to cover the breasts or crotch. It only covered the midsection. The last thing in the box was a large coat so she could cover herself in public. There was also a pair of stockings for her legs. Nicole felt conflicted. A part of her was curious to discover her mother's passions. But another part of her felt that the dom/sub aspect was crude and tasteless. Deep down, she knew that if she didn't go, then she would always regret it for the rest of her life. *** The day passed slowly. All she could think about was Morgan and the outfit. She showered and did her make-up nicely. She wore the corset while standing in front of the mirror. The corset squeezed her stomach and lower back, and her breasts & pubic hairs were on full display. It was a shock to see. It was an image of herself that she never would have expected. As 6 pm approached, Nicole wore the stockings and the coat to cover her body. She waited in the hotel lobby and a car came to pick her up at the exact time. She was taken directly to Club Je Suis Soumise. There were a few people coming in and out of the building. All of the other visitors were ordinary looking adults. The weren't perverts like she was expecting. Morgan stood by the doorway wearing a fancy dressed which showcased her godly body and glorious curves. She wore heels on her feet and her hair was tied in a ponytail. Her face was accentuated by make-up and red lipstick. Step by step, Nicole made her way to the entrance of the club. Her heart pounded. Then suddenly, Nicole stopped outside before entering the club. "Aren't you going to come in?" Morgan asked with a smile. "There's something I have to know first," Nicole said firmly. "I'll only come inside if you answer one question truthfully and honestly." "Ask me anything." "My mother loved you. Did you love her in return?" "Yes. The answer is yes." Nicole looked in Morgan's eyes and quickly determined that the answer was the truth. There were no lies. There was no hesitation. Just the truth. "Thank you." Nicole stepped inside the club, which was well-lit and had a number of guests roaming around. "I'll give you a brief tour," Morgan said. "I want to show you what goes on here. I think you'll be impressed." "Okay." The two women walked to the second floor of the building. Some doors were closed. Other doors were open. They passed by a number of occupied rooms. Nicole gasped when she saw a demure middle-aged woman fucking her skinny husband in the ass with a strap-on. The next room featured two old men double-teaming a beautiful young woman in her 20's. The next room featured two women performing oral sex on each other. They stopped at the room where a woman was being ravished by three men while her arms & legs were completely bound by rope. "What is this place?" Nicole asked. "This is a place where people can explore their fantasies of dominance & submission. I teach them how to open their minds and explore. I guide them. We also have other instructors and a wide array of bondage toys." "So people come here to have rough sex?" "Safe, sane, and consensual," Morgan replied. "We have a highly trained cleaning staff and everything is done legally. This place is about exploration and self-discovery. We provide a wonderful environment for people to bask in adult pleasures." "I really don't know what to say." "Well, do you like what you're seeing so far?" "I don't know," Nicole replied. "Have you ever had fantasies about what you're seeing? Did it arouse you to watch a woman fuck a man in the ass, or for two men to fuck both of a woman's holes?" "I...I don't know." "Of course you know," Morgan said. "It's your body. Aren't you aroused?" Nicole was at a loss for words. "I don't know." "Well, I'll just have to find out the old fashioned way. Come with me." Morgan led her down the hall to a private room. The room was much larger than the other rooms. There was a bed in the center and devices on the wall. Most striking of all, there was a well-built man standing in the room with his head covered in a leather mask. He stood silently. His eyes were closed. He was shirtless, showing his toned physique. "Who is he?" Nicole asked. "You'll find out later," Morgan replied. "But first, I think it's time for you to remove the coat. You won't be needing it anymore." "In front of him?" "Yes, in front of him. You have nothing to hide here." Nicole took a deep breath and allowed the coat to fall to the floor. She stood in her boots and black corset. Her breasts hung free, and her pubic hairs and bottom were exposed. "You've inherited all of your mother's best features," Morgan smiled. "Lovely breasts, rosy nipples, and a curly bush." Morgan took two steps forward and peaked around Nicole's backside. "A cute butt also." Morgan put her hand on Nicole's pussy. "Oh my, you're dripping wet. You should have told me when I asked. Or maybe you were too shy to admit it." The Bondage Inheritance "What are you going to do?" Nicole asked nervously. "Whatever I want. More specifically, you're going to eat my pussy." Nicole's heart rate skyrocketed. "What?" "I think you heard me." Morgan walked to the center of the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She slowly pulled the bottom of her dress up with her fingers, while her eyes remained locked on Nicole's eyes. She lifted her dress until her hairless pussy was exposed, then she spread her legs. "Get on you knees," Morgan said. "Then crawl to me." Nicole looked to the man in the room. "Who is he? I don't feel comfortable with a masked man in the room." "Want to know who he is?" Morgan asked rhetorically. "His name is Steve. He's a successful financial analyst for a big company. He's also very submissive to me. And he also used to fuck your mother on a regular basis. You can be comfortable around him." Nicole looked at the man, then she slowly got down on her hands & knees and crawled towards the domme. With every crawl, she came closer to the spread pink pussy, which was wet and inviting. "I've never done this before," Nicole said. "With a woman I mean." "That's okay, sweetheart. I'll teach you everything." Nicole leaned forward and kissed the pussy for the very first time in her life. She noted the smell and the warmth. She noted the big clit and wetness. The labia was a light shade of brown. She kissed the labia, the clit, and the pink wet hole. "Don't be shy," Morgan said. "That's the key to eating pussy. Use your mouth like there are no inhibitions in the world. Do what your heart tells you. Use your tongue and your lips. And don't be afraid to give the occasional suck." Nicole obeyed the best that she could. She licked the labia up and down. She sucked on the labia. Then she paid attention to the clit. Then she paid oral service to the pink hole. Eating pussy was harder than she thought. It was also more enjoyable than she expected. She ran her tongue up & down the wet pussy and savored the unique taste & texture of the pussy. "I can tell your mouth is a virgin to women," Morgan said. "But we'll have plenty of time to work on that in the future." "I don't want to stop yet," Nicole blurted out without thinking. Morgan arched her eyebrow. "So you want to keep going? Why?" "I like the challenge." "Go right ahead. Challenge yourself. Make me cum." Nicole bent her head down and her mouth went back to work. She did everything with more fervor and enthusiasm. She sucked, licked, and stroked her tongue harder. She ate the pussy as if her life depended on it. The same pussy that her mother used to eat. "That's it, my slut. You're a fast learner. You're as smart as you look." It was the first time anyone had ever called Nicole a 'slut.' Instead of being offending, it only emboldened her. She worked her tongue hard inside of the pussy until Morgan's legs began to quiver. Morgan wrapped her fingers around Nicole's hair to keep her in place. "Don't move away," Morgan said. "I'm going to squirt. And you're going to drink it." Nicole's eyes widened while her mouth was still full of pussy. She continued working her tongue as she heard Morgan scream. A rush of fluids gushed from the pussy onto Nicole's lips, mouth, tongue, and throat. She drank it down. It was disgusting and incredibly erotic, all at the same glorious time. When the orgasm was done, Morgan released her hold and gently pushed Nicole away. "Not bad for a beginner," Morgan smiled. Nicole's lips were covered in fluids. Her mouth was drenched. The taste of squirt lingered on her tongue. She used the back of her hand to wipe her lips. "I can't believe I just did that." "You're going to be experiencing a lot of things you won't believe. Now lay on the bed, on your back." Morgan stood and fixed her dress so she looked neat again. Nicole laid on the bed. Her body stiff and awkward. "Relax," Morgan said. "I'm going to tie you." Nicole looked at the ceiling while her body was frozen. She was too afraid to look. She allowed Morgan to tie each of her wrists to the opposite bed post. Then Morgan removed both of Nicole's boots & stockings, and tied her ankles to the other bed posts. Before long, Nicole felt herself in the incredibly vulnerable position of being spread-eagle on the bed while completely bound. "Now it's your turn," Morgan said. "My turn?" "Yes, your turn." Nicole watched as Morgan picked up a leather flog. It looked like a medieval torture weapon. Intimidating in every possible way. Morgan swung the flog in the air causing the different ends to fly around. There was a borderline sadistic look on Morgan's face. The next swing landed directly on Nicole's thigh, causing her to cry out loud. The next swing landed on Nicole's other thigh, causing her cry again. The third swing landed on Nicole's chest, then again, and again. She cried out loud whenever the flog would directly whip her sensitive nipples. It made her scream over and over again. Nicole could do nothing except pull hard on the ropes which bound her. The pain was nothing compared to when Morgan hit Nicole's pussy with the flog. It was a high pitched scream. But in Club Je Suis Soumise, no one would come to her rescue. The flogging stopped and Morgan suddenly became the caring domme. "Your pussy is bright red," Morgan said. "Let me soothe it for you." Morgan moved her head down and began to softly kiss the sore pussy. Then she licked it. Nicole moaned. The sharp contrast between pain & pleasure was unique. When Nicole's clitoris was being licked by the soft tongue, the pleasure overcame the pain. When Morgan stuck her tongue inside the pussy, and ate the pussy, Nicole's pleasure began to peak and she moaned. It wasn't long before Nicole approached an orgasm. Her toes arched. She relaxed her body and allowed the pleasure to rip through her. She cried again, but instead of crying for pain, she cried because of the orgasm. It was a powerful and wet orgasm which stained the bed as Morgan fingered her pussy. When it was done, Nicole tried her best to catch her breath and enjoy the sensations throughout her body while her toes remained curled. Morgan gestured to the man in the room. "You may open your eyes and look." "Thank you Mistress," the man replied in a deep voice. "Did you enjoy listening to this?" "Yes Mistress." "Do you remember Janet, your old fuck toy? Well, this beautiful naked woman on the bed is Janet's daughter. Her name is Nicole." "She's very pretty," he replied. "Just like her mother." "Submissive like her too, it seems." Nicole's heart was pounding. Even though she came, her body was ready for more. Her pussy was getting aroused again. "Would you like to touch?" Morgan asked the man. "Yes Mistress. I would enjoy touching her." "Then help yourself. Nicole's body is our entertainment for tonight." The man came over and looked careful at Nicole's bound naked body. He reached down to touch her arm, which made Nicole twitch from the sight of the masked shirtless man. Morgan picked up the flog and painfully struck Nicole's pussy with it. "Don't move!" Morgan yelled. "Let him touch." Nicole laid still while the man's hands traced her body from all angles. He explored everything as if he had never seen a naked woman before. He touched Nicole from head to toe, before playing with her pubic hairs, then each of her nipples. "Would you like to fuck?" Morgan asked the man. "Yes Mistress. I would. I've been waiting all night." "You may proceed." Nicole watched in a mixture of fear & arousal as the man undid his pants. She had never been penetrated by a stranger before. The thought of it was becoming exciting, especially after seeing his well-endowed penis size. He put on a condom. Then he got between her legs, which were still spread-eagle from the bondage ropes. He pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy and gave a soft thrust, entering Nicole. Morgan laid beside Nicole and put her lips to Nicole's ear. "Do you like feeling that big cock inside you?" Morgan whispered sensually. "That's the same cock your mother used to enjoy. Face it Nicole, you're a submissive. It's in your blood. It's who you are." The man thrusted harder. His big size made Nicole uncomfortable at first, even though she was incredibly wet and aroused. Nicole's pussy quickly became accustomed to it. The man went all the way inside of the pussy and held it there. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Morgan asked. "That big cock stretching your conservative pussy. But he's not the only one who can stretch your body. I have plenty of toys which can get the job done." The man slowly pulled back, before thrusting his cock back inside the pussy. Nicole gasped and moaned. It had been a while since she had sex with a man, and the guy fucking her was great at it. He pounded again and again, forming a powerful rhythm. "Relax your body," Morgan said. "I want to see you cum again. I love watching you cum, just like I loved seeing your mother cum. Like mother, like daughter. Your mother was right. The 'slut gene' really does run in your family. You whore." Nicole was shocked by those words. But she couldn't resist. Not while she was bound. And not while there was a giant cock pounding her hot pussy. Another orgasm was impending. The pounding became harder. Her pussy was getting owned. Their bodies became sweatier. The feeling was too intense. "Let go. Let go of everything. Embrace your orgasm. Embrace it. Be the slut that you were destined to be." Nicole cried out loud while she was being ravished. She pulled the ropes with all of her might, but nothing happened. She was helpless. She screamed. She came and came. A faucet opened between her legs. Her pussy squirted again and her eyes rolled back. Her body went completely limp from the intense nuclear orgasm. Her eyes closed. Her mind drifted away. *** It was nearly 2 am by the time Nicole returned to the hotel dressed in the long coat. Her hair was a complete and utter mess. Her face looked like a wreck. The aroma of sex was everywhere. When she got to the elevator, she removed the boots and walked barefoot to her hotel room. When she got inside, she tossed the boots to the floor. She tossed the coat to the floor, wearing only the corset. She removed the corset and walked butt naked in the room. Her body was covered in red marks and whip lashes. She collapsed on the couch and sat there for a long moment. Her phone on the table made a buzzing noise There was a text from Morgan: You're welcomed to be my submissive girl- Always & Forever Nicole smiled and texted back, "I am submissive, too." The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.