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

Chapter 6

[Conversations]

I still remember quite vividly how I met Ramon's friend
Pablo for the first time. It was on the Sunday of my
second visit to Ramon's apartment. Following Mirabelle's
suggestion, I had told my parents I was going for all-day
exam preparation at my friend's place. I had arranged for
Ramon to pick me up in Villiers early in the morning so
that we could spend most of the day together.

As soon as we arrived at his place we ripped each other's
clothes off and engaged in passionate sex. During our
love bout I asked Ramon to come all over my face. I
wanted him to know that I was all his, unreservedly, and
thought this would be a nice way of showing it. Also, I
remembered those pictures of women with spunk-covered
faces and wanted to find out what it feels like to be
showered by your lover's cum.

When he was about to come, Ramon pulled out of my pussy
and shot copious loads of hot sperm all over my face. I
also opened my mouth wide to catch some of it. I had
eagerly squeezed and sucked the last drop out of his cock
and we were recovering from our efforts, lying close to
each other on the bed to gather energy for the next
round, when the door bell rang. Ramon got up, put on a
robe and went to answer the door, saying that it was
probably the Sunday paper.

I decided to use the opportunity to go to the bathroom
and wash my face. When I looked into the mirror I
realised that I needed to wash my hair as well, as a lot
of Ramon's cum was sticking to it. I looked for shampoo
but could not find any. So I went to ask Ramon.

Walking towards the open-plan kitchen where I assumed he
would be, I shouted, "Ramon, where do you keep ..."

I didn't finish my question, because I saw a complete
stranger, sitting at the kitchen table, looking at me
with great interest, probably enjoying what he saw. I let
out a shriek and retreated hastily into the bathroom. I
didn't know what to do; my clothes were lying somewhere
on the floor of the main room where we had dropped them
in our eagerness to get them off.

After a short moment Ramon came into the bathroom and
asked me what the matter was. I told him that I had been
looking for him and had run into a stranger in the
kitchen.

"Oh, that's alright, it's Pablo, a friend of mine. He's
just dropped in for a cup of coffee. He won't stay long.
Come and say hello to him."

"But I'm completely naked," I stammered. "I just wanted
to ask you where you keep the shampoo."

"Well, yes, you are naked, because we've just made love.
And we'll carry on making love in a moment, won't we? He
knows that. He won't think badly of you because of it."

I couldn't understand his attitude. "So you think it's
alright for me to walk out of here, completely naked,
walk up to a man I've never met before and say 'Hi, I'm
Jacqueline, nice to meet you'?"

"Yes, more or less like that. I didn't think you were
such a prude. From what you told me about your past, I
thought you got a kick out of exposing yourself to
strangers."

He was hinting at my adventures during Charlotte's sex
lesson which I had told him about.

"Yes, but then I didn't have a choice, I had to do as I
was told," I said.

"Alright," he replied, "then I'll tell you: Come and meet
my friend Pablo."

He took me by the hand. I followed him, still a little
reluctant, as he said to his friend, "Pablo, this is
Jacqueline. I've told you about her. She got a little
frightened when she saw a stranger, but she's alright
now."

Pablo looked at me from top to toe and then said, "My
god, you're even more beautiful than Ramon has told me."

Blushing, I shook Pablo's hand and sat down in a chair
opposite him. He was younger than Ramon, probably in his
early twenties and quite good-looking.

I couldn't help feeling self-conscious about sitting
there without a stitch on, next to a man whom I had never
met before and who didn't make any attempt at hiding how
much he enjoyed looking at me. Even so, I tried to behave
as if there was nothing unusual about the situation and I
had done this hundreds of times.

I found out that Pablo was also from Argentina and lived
nearby in a small apartment which he shared with his
friend Rui. Pablo and Rui studied music at the Sorbonne
and, in order to improve their cash flow, they played
regularly in bars and nightclubs as members of a four-
piece jazz group. The two had made friends with Ramon
some time ago, and, because they lived nearby, were in
the habit of dropping in occasionally for a chat and a
cup of coffee. Rui had been detained by a female admirer
he met the previous night and was today 'otherwise
engaged' - Pablo said this with a wink and a smile - so
Pablo had decided to drop in on his own.

After a while I made my excuses, saying that I had been
in the process of taking a shower when he arrived and had
only come out because I couldn't find the shampoo. Ramon
told me where it was and I left the two on their own.

While I washed and dried my hair, I had some time to
reflect about what had happened. If I was serious about
belonging to Ramon, to be his, unconditionally, then I
couldn't possibly object to letting his friends look at
my naked body.

It was quite possible that Ramon was trying to impress
his friend by showing off what an attractive girlfriend
he had - and how sexually liberated she was. If there was
some 'pride of ownership' behind Ramon's attitude, then I
had reason to be happy that he accepted me as his. If it
pleased Ramon to display me, then it had to please me. It
was quite possible that my childish behaviour had caused
him embarrassment and I owed him an apology.

When I returned, Pablo had gone. Had I made him feel
unwelcome? I was worried that Ramon would be upset about
my behaviour. I knelt down in front of him and undid the
belt of his gown. It opened slightly, allowing me to see
his beautiful cock at rest.

"Forgive me for behaving like a silly girl," I said
before taking his member into my mouth. It was a
wonderful sensation to feel the veins in his cock fill
with blood, his cock head swell, his cock thicken and get
hard. If he reacted like this to the touch of my lips, he
couldn't be angry. Ramon pulled me up from my knees and
kissed my lips which had caressed his cock only seconds
ago.

"Let's go to the bed. It's much more comfortable there,"
he said and carried me up the stairs, just as on our
first night together. He deposited me on the bed and took
off his gown. He joined me on the bed, lying on his back,
and made me straddle him so I could reach his by now semi-
erect cock with my mouth while my pussy was conveniently
placed above his face.

It was my first ever sixty-nine with a man and it was
fantastic! The touch of his lips and tongue on my sex was
just as exhilarating as it had been during our first
night together. Ramon's efforts brought me to the gates
of seventh heaven - and kept me there, tantalizingly
close to reaching a climax but never quite crossing that
line. It was delicious torture. But this time I was able
to retaliate. I quickly brought his joystick to its full
size and licked and sucked on it as if my life depended
on it. But whenever I felt that he might be ready to
come, I slowed down, keeping him moaning in sweet agony.

Although we kept our mouths firmly locked on each other's
sex, we changed position frequently. Sometimes I would be
on top, pushing my pussy into his face, sometimes I would
lie on my back, gorging on his wonderful cock. Or we
would be lying on our sides, Ramon eagerly lapping up the
juices which oozed from my pussy. Our love-making was
more gentle, more playful then on the previous weekend.
There wasn't any need for Ramon to win me over by showing
what a fantastic stud he was: I was already his. He was
free to enjoy himself without having to perform. And I
felt relaxed enough to try out things I had never done
before.

I don't know for how long we had been feasting on each
other, never quite satisfying our appetites, when Ramon
said, "Let's come together."

He grabbed my bottom with both hands and plunged his
tongue deep inside me, moving frantically in and out. I
knew that I wouldn't be able to resist this kind of
stimulation for very long. I took as much of his cock as
I could manage into my mouth and licked and sucked, while
I gently squeezed his balls. My orgasm started just as he
shot the first load of his salty cum deep into my throat.
Waves of pleasure passed through me as he deposited more
and more of his delicious juice into my mouth. I didn't
manage to swallow it all, some of it escaped and trickled
down my chin, while he licked my pussy clean of all the
juices it had produced. Then we just lay there for a
while, spent, catching our breaths.

                         -----

When we didn't make love, we talked, but never stopped
caressing each other. I found out a little more about his
work and solved the mystery of the ladies' underwear
which he had said I might find lying around his
apartment.

He was a fashion designer, more precisely a designer of
sexy lingerie. He had already had some success with this,
back in Argentina, where he had worked as part of a team
for a major clothes manufacturer.

But now he wanted to launch his own brand name and felt
that Paris was the ideal place for doing this. Launching
a new name in this competitive market involved huge costs
and he was looking for a financial backer for his plans.
This search had been the reason for his trip to Lyon and
had created the circumstances for his stopping in
Villiers and meeting me. Finding a sponsor wouldn't be
easy but he was confident that he would eventually find
one. In the meantime, he was earning some money designing
costumes for a group of dancers in a revolutionary new
nightclub that would open soon.

"Dancers?" I asked, "You mean strippers?"

"Not really, they are really professional dancers. But
the performance is quite sensual and the costumes are
very sexy. And, yes, there are a few numbers where some
of the dancers take off their clothes."

"All their clothes?"

"Yes, all of them. After all, it's a show for adults.
They probably wouldn't let you in."

I looked at him to see if he was serious. Had he somehow
found out that I wasn't yet eighteen as I had told him?
He smiled. I could see that he was just teasing me.

"I'm only kidding. Of course, I'll take you there once
it's officially opened."

My view of nightclubs was based on what passed by that
name in Villiers, maybe also by my father's opinions
about these places. I considered them a meeting point for
dirty old men and hookers.

"What for? To look at naked women? Isn't this one here
good enough?"

He covered me with kisses. "You are, my darling. You're
the hottest woman I've ever met. Maybe you'd prefer a
show with naked men? I'll see if I can get Pablo and Rui
to do a striptease for you."

I couldn't quite work out if this was a serious
suggestion. The idea of being in one room with two, maybe
three, naked men made me think of a fantasy I once had
after looking at some pictures in one of Charlotte's
magazines.

"I don't need to see any other men. You're all I need.
I'm all yours. You can do with me what you want."

He looked at me, surprised, maybe a little shocked. "What
do you mean, 'do with you what I want'?"

"I mean exactly what I said. I want to belong to you. You
can do what you want with me. Make love to me until it
hurts, let other men look at me, make me dance naked in a
nightclub, share me with your friends."

I didn't know where some of these things came from. Or
rather, I did. It was part of my fantasy. I just didn't
know what made me say it at that moment.

Ramon looked alarmed. "What makes you think I'd want to
share you with anyone? Is it because I didn't want you to
hide in the bathroom while Pablo was here? I never
implied that you should sleep with him."

"I'm sorry, darling. It seems that the experience had
some strange effect on me. It was the first time I
exposed myself to a stranger like this. And it made me
think of a dream I once had, which later turned into a
fantasy."

Ramon wanted to know what this fantasy was all about.

"It's a situation where I'm in a cage inside an apartment
somewhere. There is enough room for me to move, but I
can't get out. And I'm completely naked, completely
exposed to the eyes of everybody who enters the room.
There are many men. I'm only allowed out of the cage when
one of them wants to use me. They let me out of the cage,
fuck me, and then lock me up again. Sometimes I have to
serve two men at the same time. You may think that this
is a nightmare, but the sensation of being so powerless,
being completely at their mercy, actually turns me on.
Oh, Ramon, I want to be in your cage."

My fantasy must have turned him on as well. He rolled on
top of me and fucked me long and hard. As the orgasms
ripped through my body, as I screamed out in joy and
fulfilment, I thought of Ramon locking me up in a cage
and using me whenever he felt like it.

                         -----

More important than talking about my own fantasies was
trying to find out about the women in Ramon's life. It
was clear that I wasn't the first woman he had slept with
- that wasn't even worth thinking about. Given our age
difference, I had to expect that he was a lot more
experienced than I was - he had already given me a
demonstration of his skills and stamina during our first
night together. And, remembering how I had followed his
order to remove my panties, I could be sure that many
other women had been unable to resist his manly charm.

The whole scenario was aggravated by Ramon's profession.
There were the posters of classy looking ladies in
elegant underwear hanging on the walls of his apartment.
Had he slept with these women? It wasn't likely that
designing sexy lingerie would happen without someone
actually wearing it, trying it on, modelling it for Ramon
to check that it had the desired effect.

How many scantily-dressed women were passing daily
through this apartment? And how many ended up in this
bed? And what was Ramon's relationship with those
nightclub dancers he had mentioned? Women who take off
their clothes on stage probably wouldn't hesitate to take
them off in front of him. Wouldn't one thing lead to
another?

How many women were there? He had never promised to be
mine and only mine, nor had there been any suggestion of
a long lasting relationship. He hadn't offered me
exclusive rights to his cock, just a night of passionate
sex and I had no complaints in this department. Was I
just a temporary plaything? Someone for the weekend while
he had other partners for the rest of the week? How long
would it take for him to get tired of me and drop me?

The strange thing was that I hadn't noticed any signs of
a female presence in his apartment: no women's clothes in
the wardrobe, no lipsticks, make-up or other women's
toiletries in the bathroom, not even the ladies'
underwear he had warned me I might find lying around. And
then there was the huge bed on a raised platform. It
didn't make sense to have a bed like that with nobody to
put in it.

I was willing to accept whatever role he would assign to
me, but I wanted to know what exactly this role was. To
my surprise, it didn't make me jealous to think of Ramon
making love to other women. On the contrary, it excited
me to imagine how sexy creatures submitted to 'my' Ramon.
I wanted him to tell me about his sex life but I didn't
want it to sound like I was jealous or possessive. I
thought it best to ask him about his work rather than his
women.

"Those nightclub dancers, are they good looking?"

Ramon gave me a surprised look. "They certainly are. They
have been selected because of their good looks. I thought
you weren't interested in naked women?"

I decided to ignore his question. "I suppose you see them
all in the nude when they try on your costumes?"

"Not really. The one who helps them to put on the kit and
makes any necessary adjustments is Rose."

Rose. At last there was a name. Was she his regular sex
partner who also helped him with his work? "Who's Rose?"
I asked.

"I don't know where I'd be without Rose. She does
everything: she puts together the costumes based on my
design, she has the dancers try them on, checks that they
fit comfortably and makes any necessary adjustments."

"So you never get to see them in their costumes?"

"I certainly do. After all, it's my name which goes on
the finished product and I want to make sure everything
looks exactly the way I envisaged it. But Rose makes sure
that the clothes fit well and the dancers feel
comfortable going through their strenuous routine without
their gear getting out of place."

"Ah, so they're worried they might expose themselves?"

"No, that's not the problem. They want to expose
themselves at the right moment, when it fits into the
choreography, not by accident. We use special hooks,
zippers and other devices so that the clothes come off
smoothly without much fumbling. There are even some items
which come apart as if they had been torn. There is a
scene where it looks like some villain is ripping the
girl's clothes off, but it's all planned, and the clothes
disintegrate exactly the way they were designed."

The thought of watching a woman having her clothes ripped
off by some violent attacker turned me on, even though I
knew it was only make-believe. Maybe the show was worth
watching, after all. I could feel my excitement rise.
Ramon's hand between my legs only added to my arousal. I
took his cock into my hand and stroked it gently.

I wanted to hear more to fire up my imagination. "What
happens after he's ripped off her clothes?"

"It's a very dramatic number. Before he gets hold of the
girl, the villain chases her all over the stage but she
always manages to escape. Eventually he traps her in a
corner, but she fights him off. There's a scene where he
drags her across the stage by one leg. I don't know how
the dancer can put up with that, but she doesn't seem to
mind. It really looks very realistic when he rips off her
clothes. He literally tears them apart. What happens
afterwards? Well, that's left to your imagination. As
soon as the girl is completely naked, the lights fade and
the curtain comes down."

I was a little disappointed. Somehow, I had hoped for a
vivid description of hardcore sex on stage. In
compensation Ramon took one of my nipples into his mouth
and gave it his undivided attention.

"Rose is also the one who oversees the mass-production."
Ramon released my nipple from his mouth and picked up the
conversation while he moved to the other one.

"Mass-production? I thought these were special costumes
for one specific show?"

"Well, maybe mass-production is going a bit over the top.
But each dancer gets twelve complete sets of their
costumes so they have some spares. Rose employs a bunch
of seamstresses who produce the costumes according to her
instructions. And she makes sure that everything is
perfect."

The way he talked about this Rose gave the impression
that he really admired her as a professional. But she
didn't sound like someone he was sleeping with. She
certainly was an invaluable help, but not a sex partner.
Then who was he sleeping with?

This question would have to wait because by now Ramon's
mouth had taken complete control of my other nipple and
the effect took my breath away. He rolled me onto my back
and positioned himself between my legs. As he entered me
I thought that what the villain was doing to the girl
after the lights went out was probably not much different
from what Ramon was doing to me - and I loved it. I had
felt for a moment that I wanted to be that girl on the
stage, but I happily settled for being the woman in
Ramon's bed.

                        -----

"And who models your 'normal' creations?"

Ramon had brought me to another memorable series of
orgasms and deposited his seed deep inside my pussy. Now
he was stroking my hair and blowing cool air onto my
sweat-covered face.

"That's a little more complicated," he answered. "As I
haven't found a sponsor yet, I can't afford the huge fees
of the well-known models. I have to rely on a few friends
and acquaintances who are willing to work for nothing or
for a reduced fee. Right now there aren't any live
presentations to do, just some photo sessions. I bring
them here, they put on my designs and I take pictures of
them using the equipment you may have seen standing
around here."

This explained another one of the peculiarities of this
apartment. Now I knew what those cameras and lights were
doing here. Ramon didn't say it, but I assumed that the
bed on which we were lying right now also played a role
in these photo sessions.

"Of course, if my creations really take off, as I expect
they will, these models have a good chance of being the
face and the body that appears in the ads and on the
packages of my brand. So it's kind of an investment in
the future of Ramon's sexy lingerie."

"And an investment in Ramon?"

He smiled at me. "I guess you're asking if I mix business
with pleasure. You see, most models are highly
professional. They wear my lingerie or other revealing
clothes the same way they'd wear a fur coat or a turtle-
neck sweater. For them it's all about lending their
shapely body to bring out the best in the product,
nothing else."

"Most of them are highly professional. But some ...?"

"Some of them," Ramon picked up my half finished
question, "some of them consider the photo session merely
as a prelude to something much more exciting."

He looked at me tenderly. "I don't want to lie to you. I
only do it when it is absolutely necessary. Would you be
terribly upset if I told you that I have slept with some
of them?"

"Of course not. I didn't expect you to be a celibate. He
wouldn't like it." I gave his cock a quick squeeze. "I'm
not asking all these questions because I'm jealous. I
just want to find out more about you, your likes, your
dislikes, your fantasies, your unrealised dreams - and
that includes your past and present partners."

"You are my unrealised dream, Jacqueline. You're all I
desire." Ramon took me into his arms and held me tight.
"When I saw you in that disco, roughly a week ago, I knew
immediately that I wanted to make love to you, that I
wanted you to be mine."

"But I am yours, Ramon. I told you already. And I'm not
demanding that you have to forsake all the others because
of me."

He gave me an astonished look. I felt an urge to show him
how liberated I was in sexual matters. "Did you ever have
a desire to sleep with two women at the same time?"

Without batting an eyelid, Ramon answered, "I've done it
a few times but I have never been very satisfied with the
experience. I never felt that I was making love to two
women. It was more like making love to one and then to
the other one. I think the problem was that the women in
question didn't like each other enough to want to share
me. Each of them was only interested in getting the most
for herself. Ideally, the two women should have the hots
for each other as well as for the man. Then it could be
great."

This time it was me who looked astonished.

"Did you have anybody in mind?" he asked.

That question took me even more by surprise. It seemed
that the idea had caught his imagination and he was more
interested than he had initially let on.

I quickly ran through the list of women I knew. It only
took a minute because my list wasn't very long. Sylvie
and Mirabelle were afraid they might be branded bi-
sexual, so they didn't qualify. Neither did Charlotte,
who hated 'men and their stupid cocks'. Besides, I hadn't
been talking to Charlotte since I found out about her
attempt to raffle me off. There wasn't anybody else worth
considering.

"No," I said. "I hadn't thought of anybody in particular.
And thinking of the women I know, there isn't anybody
suitable."

"Oh never mind," he answered, trying not to show his
disappointment. "This lazy fellow here wouldn't be able
to cope with two women in any case." He pointed at his
flaccid cock. "He's got problems keeping up with one."

"That's terribly unfair to him. I have nothing to
complain about. Maybe he just needs a little motivation."

I slid down between Ramon's legs and took his soft member
into my mouth. Once more I experienced the wonderful
sensation of his cock reacting to the touch of my lips.
It was hard in no time, and Ramon knew how to put his
recharged power tool to good use.

                    To be continued