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

Then Mrs Peters arranged a small pot of black ink and some blotting paper on the table and passed a quill to Lee, who stood before Miss Sarah.
    ‘Remember, ladies, you will not move an inch.’
    Drawing in a sharp breath, Jess watched Mrs Peters and Lee dip the pointed ends of the quills into their inkwell, tap them onto the blotting paper, and then approach.
    She’d been so sure she was about to be tickled with the feather, that the sharp, yet intensely sensual feel of the quill nib as it trailed ink across the top of her right breast was totally unexpected. Miss Sarah’s expression showed that she was equally surprised by the brand of torture that was being employed, and her angry green eyes shone with a deep glaze of lust and determination.
    Prevented from looking down by the instruction not to move, Jess tried to read what Lee was writing across Miss Sarah’s flesh, as her own skin was caressed and scratched by the loops and flourishes of Mrs Peters’ handwriting. Every few seconds the protagonists would fill the quills with fresh ink, Jess became almost hypnotised watching Lee add ink, write his deepest darkest desires across the luscious tits of his mistress, and then refill his quill again.
    Jess wondered what Mrs Peters was writing. Each stroke of ink sent flutters of need from her chest to her crotch. Her right breast had been covered, and her boss was already working her way across the second, making sure that the clerk knew when she’d finished a sentence with a brutally sharp full stop.
    Her arms were beginning to ache, and the hair trapped beneath Jess’s palms felt sticky. Closing her eyes, she tried to banish the picture of Miss Sarah’s tits, covered in requests from Lee to be sucked off, buggered, and generally seen to in a vast number of ways. She opened them again almost immediately, however, as the sensations the quill sent zipping through her increased ten-fold in the darkness of her own imagination. The clerk could feel the juice, that had been building up since she’d arrived in the study, leak from her pussy, trickle down her thighs, and dot the wooden seat. With every swipe of the nib, an additional ripple of need hit Jess’s nervous system. The desire to move, to stretch her arms, to shuffle her bruised backside, and to look down at what had been temporary tattooed on her was becoming extreme. When would they stop? Would they keep going until one of them moved? Jess knew she couldn’t afford to lose this game.
    Abruptly, Mrs Peters signalled to Lee, and they both rested their quill pens back into the inkwell. Simultaneously, the women let out suppressed ragged noises of relief, both confused as to why the writing had stopped before either of them had failed the test.
    ‘I’m impressed ladies.’ Mrs Peters nodded. ‘Stage Two I think, Master Philips.’
    What the hell will they do next? Jess watched as both quills were filled with ink, before both nibs were placed on the very tip of each woman’s right nipple, and squeezed.
    The gasp that shot from Miss Sarah’s lips as a cascade of cold black ink ran down her ultra receptive teat was drowned out by the startled yelp from Jess as she experienced the same sensation. As excess ink dribbled down the ladies’ creamy flesh, Mrs Peters and Lee picked up a small square of blotting paper each, and begun to rub them over the inked tits. Instantly Jess felt her body go into overdrive as the rough paper scrubbed at her inflamed breasts. Biting her tongue hard to deflect her orgasm Jess felt blood drip down her throat as the delicious torture continued.
    Now the women did look at each other and Jess felt Miss Sarah’s cat-like eyes lock with hers, but Jess wasn’t sure if she was willing her to hang on, or willing her to fail. As more squares of blotting paper were placed across their hot inky skin, much of the dribbled ink merged with the previously written sentences, into a spidery mass of black lines and swirls.
    Jess could feel her pussy