Archive-name: Slaves/cindysub.txt
Archive-author: Brian Hutton
Archive-title: Cindy Discovers Submission


JACKIE AND CINDY MEET.
 
It was Friday afternoon and I was glad I didn't have a date. I'd
been asked but nothing seemed right about any of them. I just
wanted to be alone.
 
Seattle was rainy when I boarded the United flight to Los
Angeles. Where did they get the LAX from and the other names for
the airports anyway? Who's job was it at the CAB to name them?
 
First class always appeals to me. Not just in flights but
everything else too. I guess I just feel more important when I
spend more money on me. Clothes, car, my hair, having my nails
done, a facial, presents for friends, restaurants and flying in
first class. Why was I thinking of all these things? My mind was
wandering.
 
My presentation this morning went well. I was proud of myself.
Somehow, being the only woman in the meeting made me proud."It
was a man's world" was boring but it still held true in my
career. Marketeers were almost all men up to five years ago with
Bennett Financial. I even feel that it should be men out making
the living in their little Brooks Bros. suits and wing tip shoes
and white button down shirts. I don't want to be out here in
Seattle, flying, working, driving with little time for me. That's
why I'm glad I don't have a date this evening when I get home. I
just want to be alone.
 
"Excuse me, ma'am" the attendant was saying. I guess I had
dropped off. I was aware that my right foot was asleep and my
shoes had gone under my seat. I was turned on my right side
sleeping. I had a vague feeling of being wakened in the middle of
an anxious dream and at first I was a little afraid. Where was I?
"Excuse me, Miss Albright, I don't mean to wake you but we need
to move a passenger up next to you; we seem to be having some
problem getting her lights and fan to work, do you mind?"
 
I still was a little foggy. I must have been sleeping for some
time. I usually only have trouble waking after I fall asleep for
one or two hours in the afternoon. I didn't even answer and I
noticed another woman standing next to the flight attendant. She
was going to sit next to me.
 
"I'm Jackie Montague. I hope you don't mind awfully letting me
sit next to you. The controls over my seat weren't working and I
couldn't read and there was no fan. I guess there was some kind
of electrical problem, nothing major."
 
I answered not fully awake. Mostly nodded. "That's fine. I'm
Cindy Albright, please sit down." My valise was not on the seat
next to me but I guessed the flight attendant had put it
overhead.
 
Jackie rang the call button. The attendant arrived. "I'd like a
glass of orange juice, may I order something for you Cindy"?
Orange juice sounded great right now and something in her voice
was strangely appealing. I answered right away. "Yes, I'd like
orange juice too, please".
 
Jackie stared at me for just a moment longer than necessary. A
smile came over her mouth. Strangely appealing. "I'm going to LA,
you?" she said. The way she spoke. Very direct. That's what
everyone at work says is my claim to success. Being direct. I
didn't feel direct though. She was direct. And her stare was sort
of piercing. She smiled when she spoke but it didn't really seem
like a complete smile. Just partly. The rest of her smile was as
though she was holding something back.
 
"Me too. I live in LA and have been in Seattle for a couple of
days. My work."
 
Jackie sipped her drink. "What kind of work are you involved in?"
Now we were going to do some chit chat I could see but she seemed
a little more interesting than most. For the last two days I had
been involved in so many sets of small talk that I hoped we could
really talk. I wanted to really talk. No more chit chat, please.
"I work for a financial corporation that sells certain products
to banks. I've been in Seattle presenting our product line to a
couple of banks."
 
"I live in LA and work for CNN, the news tv channel," Jackie
said. "I'm in sales too, a little like you, I imagine, Cindy." No
one ever calls me by my name. Somehow, it always sounds serious.
Like when I was a little girl and my mom would call me into the
house, especially if I had done something to displease her.
Jackie appeared to be about five years older than me. It was hard
to tell in this light, though. Five or six years older I would
guess.
 
I had just had my twenty-eighth birthday about a month earlier. I
could forget about most of it except the cake with the candle
that Frank ordered at the restaurant he had taken me to. Not the
cake, the song the waiters had struggled through. It was
horrible. But it was funny. Frank was funny that night too. Frank
was usually not too funny. I was glad we were taking some time
away from each other to think out our relationship.
 
Jackie was impeccably dressed in a dark tailored suit, white
blouse, tie and dark heels. I hadn't noticed but she looked
somewhat masculine. Her hair was dark and fairly short. She had a
very serious business look about her. And she seemed sure of
herself. The way I always wanted to feel, but didn't. She had the
look of success in the marketing field that many women now had.
But she looked successful. I tried but she had the look and
probably would have it no matter what she was wearing.
 
"I'm going to have a glass of wine and I'd like you to join me",
Jackie said. She rang the call button as I was nodding my
approval. Her nails were done very nicely and recently too. I
always notice nails. Yesterday, I had run into a woman from a
competing financial company, coming out from giving a
presentation to one of the banks I had called on. She had been
just in front of me and I guess I had arrived a little early.
Usually, I don't get to see the people who are before me. It is
considered in poor taste to allow people in competition to
actually see one another. Probably just an example of one of the
unwritten rules made by men before I got on the scene. Her nails
looked terrible. I laughed; maybe that was why I had been
received so nicely at First Interstate Bank.
 
"To a new friendship" I heard Jackie say as she held up her glass
for a toast. I clicked my glass against hers. The wine was good.
Cold and not too sweet. "I toured the wine country in northern
California last year on vacation." Jackie was speaking again to
me. I liked the crispness in her voice. There was a faint accent
I couldn't place.
 
"I've never been" I heard myself saying. The wine was giving me a
warm all over feeling and I was looking at Jackie to see what she
was going to say next. I guess she must have seen me almost
staring at her. She smiled again.
 
"Do you like wine?" she asked me.
 
"Yes, but I don't know much about it" I responded. I had finished
my glass and felt good. Jackie had pushed the call button again
and had ordered us both another glass. She seemed to know that I
wanted another because she didn't bother to ask me first.
 
I found myself talking about my work and about Frank, dating and
how I looked forward to a weekend without a date. I talked and
talked. Jackie would stop me occasionally to ask me questions but
she really didn't say much about herself. She was a vice
president of a certain division of CNN and had been with them for
about five years. She covered the West Coast and travelled often.
We both went to many of the same cities.
 
We were now approaching LAX and the seat belt sign had just come
on. I was still holding my wine glass and Jackie noticed the sign
coming on and reached over me and fastened my belt for me. She
smiled again. She was very pretty as she got close to me. Her
smile and her manner told me everything was alright. I felt safe
with her. With Frank, I never felt safe. I was always the one to
decide things, figure out where we were going. Frank would never
have thought to buckle my seat belt if we were traveling
together. It was nice. I liked her.
 
"Why don't we get together this weekend and go shopping or to
dinner? I don't have any plans and I'd like your company," Jackie
said. I was just thinking the same thing but I couldn't get the
nerve to say anything. I was glad she spoke up.
 
"I'd like that" I responded. We exchanged phone numbers and she
said she would call me the next morning around 11:00.
 
It was around dusk when the plane touched down and we parked at
the terminal. Jackie shook my hand and kissed me lightly on the
left cheek. She smelled very good. I was already looking forward
to her call tomorrow.
 
"Hello" I spoke nervously into the phone when it rang. It was
11:20 a.m. and she was late. Or, I hoped it was her. I had
considered calling her but I felt foolish. I was eager to speak
with her again. How could this be? I was actually drawn to this
attractive woman somewhat older than me.
 
"Hello Cindy, this is Jackie. I hope I didn't keep you waiting
too long. I did want you to wait a little and wonder. Did you
wonder if I was going to call, Cindy?" How did she know? What
made it somehow exciting being made to wait. It usually made me
very mad to have to wait for anything. Lines at the supermarket.
Lines at the bank. If Frank made me wait I would be furious and
probably tell him that I did not want to see him. This was
different.
 
"Yes, I did wonder why you didn't call at eleven and I wondered
if you were going to call at all." Oh god, why did I tell her
that? It was bad enough that I was looking forward to seeing
another woman again but now I have told her.
 
"Good, I'll pick you up at seven o'clock sharp, be ready. We'll
be going to a club on the westside for dinner. I suggest you wear
a dress, something light, and heels," she stated in no uncertain
terms and very business like, again. I had a light summer dress I
had just gotten the week before and hadn't worn it. It was a
black and white print that was tight in the stomach. I could wear
clothes that were tight in the stomach. I had a good figure, I
even thought so. And I didn't have to work at it either. My
mother and I have the same shape. She never has to work at it.
Although I like to work out at the gym, aerobics three times a
week, I don't have to. I'm just lucky. Paula, at the office,
works out with me sometimes in the morning. She was always
griping because she had to diet constantly and work out regularly
and still couldn't fit into the clothes I did and I never had to
worry. She said it made her mad. She was jealous and I was
flattered.
 
During the rest of the day I found myself daydreaming of Jackie.
What she would wear, where we would go, what was this "club" we
were going to, what was the food they served, why was I thinking
of her, how could I be excited about seeing her and what was
really a date?
 
I heard the doorbell first. It was about six forty-five. It
couldn't be Jackie. She would probably be late. I looked through
the peep hole in the door. There she was and I wasn't completely
dressed yet. It was unsettling to have her early. She was either
late or early. What was she trying to do?
 
"Hello Cindy," Jackie said. She moved close and kissed me again
on the cheek. If I hadn't moved my face over, instinctively, she
would have kissed me on the mouth. I found myself opening the
door without thinking and she moved past me into the living room.
"You have a nice place. Go ahead and finish getting ready. I'll
just make myself at home."  She moved into the living room and I
was struck by the difference in the way she was dressed. She had
on black leather pants and matching top and black high heels. Her
hair was more tightly done. She was beautiful. She was different
than in the plane. Immediately, I felt a little afraid of what I
was getting myself into and very excited. I hadn't felt like this
for a long time and it was fun to upset my drab life like this.
 
I nervously moved about in my bedroom trying to finish as quickly
as possible. I finished my hair and makeup. I was actually having
trouble putting on my lipstick. I was scared. How could this be?
I never remember being scared of anyone. But I was scared of
Jackie and I don't know why. And she was dressed so differently
than when we met. And I wasn't dressed anything like she was.
What would she think? What did she think? I nervously finished. I
didn't want to keep her waiting.
 
"You look very pretty" Jackie said when I finally got back into
the living room where she was standing. She looked too good. I
shouldn't feel this way. Not with a woman. I was supposed to feel
this way about a man coming to pick me up for an uncertain
evening. But when Frank picked me up nothing was uncertain and
everything was mundane. Everything was safe. Sometimes I needed
to be safe. I felt strangely safe with Jackie but afraid at the
same time.
 
"Thank you" I mumbled. "Am I dressed alright?" I asked, now aware
of my nervousness and afraid she would be able to tell.
 
"Just right" she answered and smiled. I felt better. We walked to
her car and she opened the door for me. She touched my shoulder,
very lightly, as I got into the car.  She drove some kind of
foreign car, with four doors, maybe a Mercedes. I'm not good at
cars. I usually think of them as dark, light, foreign or sports
cars. Hers was dark and foreign. It was the kind I would expect
her to drive. Unusual, just like her.
 
"I want you to relax and have a good time. We're going to a club
where I go, often. They have good food and music. I don't want
you to be alarmed but there are mostly women here. Not that men
are not allowed but it gives us time with mostly women. I like
that sometimes. It's no big deal. You'll have a good time. People
know me here. It's quiet until about eight thirty and then the
music comes on. It gets kind of noisy then. Do you like to
dance?"
 
I love to dance. My girlfriend and I used to dance together when
we were about twelve or thirteen. We would laugh and watch
Soultrain on tv. Mostly we danced fast, trying to get the moves
down so we looked good when we went to school dances.
 
"Yes, I love to dance." I couldn't think of what to say. All of a
sudden I was out of things to say. That was unlike me.
 
The club was in the West Hollywood area and was called All Of Me.
It seemed like a fitting name for a club in West Hollywood. It
was dark on the outside and you really couldn't tell what it was.
It looked like it needed some work on the outside of the
building. We pulled around back because the side parking lot was
full. There seemed to be a lot of cars.  As we walked to the
front door Jackie took a hold of my arm and guided me inside.
There were a lot of people. No, there were a lot of women. Women.
I didn't see any men. There was a long bar on the left as we
entered and tables all around the place with a dance floor toward
the back. There was a hint of some music not loud enough to
really hear.
 
"Hi, Jackie" I heard an attractive lady say as we walked to the
bar. Quite a few women nodded to Jackie and I could tell she know
a lot of them.  We stood at the bar and Jackie spotted a couple
of bar stools near the far end. She took my hand and we walked to
them and sat down.
 
"What would you like to drink, Cindy?" She did it again. Saying
my name made me feel important. I liked the way Jackie treated
me.
 
"I'll have white wine" I told her and sat quietly on the bar
stool. I heard her order our drinks.
 
"I'm going to put our names down for a table. I'll be back in a
second" she said and then walked off. I noticed several women
stopped to talk with her and she seemed to have a number of
friends. A couple of them looked at me and I could tell they were
talking about me. Jackie made her way through the mass of women
to the front near the door and I could see her talking to someone
that apparently worked here. I guessed she was giving her name.
Then she was coming back. I found myself staring at her as she
walked back. She moved very gracefully but at the same time she
seemed masculine in her movements. She was a striking combination
of contrasts. I wanted her to touch me again.
 
"Well, what do you think of the club?" she asked me.
 
"I'm intrigued. I've never been to a club where there were only
women."  There must have been one hundred altogether. It was hard
for me to tell. It was fairly dark but there seemed to be about
fifteen or twenty tables around the bar area and up against the
dance floor. At some of them there were three and at some there
were two women. Some had dinners and some looked like they were
just drinking. And smoking. I was aware that the rooms seemed
filled with smoke. That made it appear more difficult to see all
the people present. There seemed to be a number of women dressed
in leather, too. Some in dresses and some in pants like Jackie.
There were no men. Nowhere. I had never been to an all women club
or anything for that matter with not one single man. I was a
member of a women's business club but they even seemed to have a
couple of men present, either to talk or a friend of someone.
 
"I come here often. It's a lot of fun when the music starts"
Jackie said, looking at me intently. That was it. She was very
intense. The way she stared and her eyes. Actually, her whole
face. I could tell that when she was after something her whole
being was involved. Now she seemed to be involved in just looking
me over and it was unsettling.
 
"I like the way you're dressed tonight, Cindy. You are very
pretty and appealing to me." Jackie didn't mince words. I liked
hearing that and I didn't like it. It bothered me that I liked
it. I wasn't supposed to like hearing that. I could hear my older
sister telling me that now. I think she is the voice of my
conscience that I hear inside my head. I was aware she was
looking straight at me again. In fact, she had been looking right
at my eyes since she spoke. I hadn't looked up at her yet. I was
looking at my hands fidgeting in my lap. I felt like such a young
girl at that moment and so uncertain of myself. No one had made
me feel like that before. No, that wasn't true. My mother had
made me feel that way too. Usually when I was being scolded. I
would sit looking down with my hands fidgeting in my lap. Just
like now. I felt like a naughty young girl again. I liked that
feeling in some strange and perverse way.
 
"Look at me when I talk to you Cindy" I heard my mother saying,
but it was Jackie this time. I felt her hand go under my chin and
pull my head up to meet her gaze. "Did you hear me, Cindy?"
 
Before I even considered the implications of her command to me or
her question, I heard myself answering "Yes ma'am". This couldn't
be happening. I was reverting to being a young girl again. I was
nervous and scared and excited too. It was very confusing. I
couldn't believe I had actually answered "Yes ma'am" to her. How
was she getting me to feel this way. Why was I not in charge as
usual? Why was she in charge of me? What was she doing?
 
I wanted some more wine. "May I have another glass of wine?" I
asked her.
 
"What do we say, Cindy, when we ask for something?" Jackie
responded. I couldn't believe this. Who did she think she was?
How could she talk to me like this? I thought we were friends.
 
Instinctively, and maybe because of the wine, in fact mostly
because of the wine I told myself, my answer was "May I have
another glass of wine, please?" I looked at her and she was
staring at me. Then a smile crept over her face. She liked me
saying please.
 
"Very good, Cindy, yes you may" and with that she ordered another
glass of wine for me.  Our table was now ready and she took my
arm to guide me in the direction we were going. Our hostess moved
us toward the back of the large room we were in toward an empty
booth close to the dance floor. I moved in first and Jackie was
right behind me.
 
 
Once in the booth, Jackie had me move close to her. I moved
without hesitation. I was captivated by her and her directions to
me. I seemed to do what she said without thinking. I seemed
dizzy. I realized at that point that I had not eaten all day and
I still wasn't hungry. I was anxious about seeing her and now I
was dizzy and actually growing excited. Me excited with another
woman. In college my room mate and I had become best friends and
she and I had talked about lesbian relationships and had planned
to make love some time but we never did. We were both afraid of
the consequences.
 
Now Jackie was talking and I was listening. About the men in her
life. About the women. About her dominating personality. Why she
thought I was attracted to her. I couldn't believe she actually
was talking about me wanting her, how I was getting excited and I
would come to need her. What was happening to me? She was the
most exciting and interesting person I had ever met. Man or
woman. I had never felt like this. It seemed alright in some
strange way. Everything seemed alright. This place. Me. Jackie.
All the women. And the wine. I was feeling very dizzy.
 
"You need to have something to eat, Cindy," I heard her saying. I
couldn't look up to see her gaze upon me. She ordered us both
something. I ate. I didn't even notice what it was. I finished my
wine. I was very mechanical at this point. I was very excited.
 
"Are you listening to me, Cindy?" I felt dreamy. Things felt
surrealistic. Her voice penetrated my trance. "Young lady, I am
speaking to you!" She was now speaking louder and I noticed that
other people were now looking at me. The music had not started
and it seemed the only noise I heard was Jackie's strong,
demanding voice. I couldn't answer. I wouldn't answer. This was
all too humiliating.
 
At first I wasn't sure what happened. My head was thrown back and
I was startled. My left cheek was burning. "Answer me this
instance or I will slap your face again!" I was wide awake now. I
had just been slapped. I looked at Jackie's face and she was very
unhappy. The smile from earlier was gone completely. She was
looking so sternly at me, glaring, that I was aware mostly of
being afraid. I was aware of feeling shameful and aware that I
had made her mad. Very mad. I was a little girl again and she was
my mommy. I was a naughty little girl. I had just received the
first face slapping of my life. Even my mother never did that. I
was horrified. I was mad. The next table was mumbling and seemed
to enjoy the spectacle.
 
"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening" I was able to get out. I hoped it
would be enough.
 
"I do not enjoy talking and having you ignore me, Cindy. Do not
let that happen again. It is very rude and you don't want me to
think you are rude, do you?" Jackie asked, delighting in making
me uneasy.
 
"No, I don't" I replied.
 
"No, what, Cindy?" she asked.
 
"No Jackie" I answered, before thinking and now realizing this
was not the correct response.
 
"You will either address me as ma'am or Ms. Montague, do you
understand?" I heard her say.
 
"Yes, ma'am" I said.
 
"Cindy, we are just beginning our relationship, and I want to
establish a couple of rules. Listen carefully. First, you had
best listen when I am talking. When you are talking, I will show
you the courtesy of listening too. Second, I am a firm
disciplinarian and I will not hesitate to enforce proper rules of
conduct for you with discipline. You will learn to do as I say
when I say and we will get along just fine. Do I make myself
perfectly clear?" Jackie left little for me to misunderstand,
although what she had in mind as far as discipline was concerned
was a little confusing to me but I was sure I would find out
soon.
 
I didn't want too much time to elapse, so I kind of blurted out
my response, "I understand."
 
"What?" she retorted.
 
"I'm sorry, I understand Ms. Montague."
 
A dj had assembled on the corner of the dance floor while this
was all going on and had just put on the first music. I was happy
because it meant I could get out and dance and not have to sit
and be tormented any longer.
 
Jackie took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. By now, a
few other couples were dancing to the fast and loud music. The
dance floor was very dark lit only by indirect lighting over the
bar and tables area. I could see well enough though.
 
We danced a couple of fast ones then a slow song came on. I
started to leave the dance floor when I felt Jackie grab my arm
and pull me back toward her. "We are still dancing, where do you
think you're going?" She asked.
 
I replied, "I thought we were finished, ma'am."
 
"Well, we're not." Jackie said.  She walked me over to a very
dark area of the large dance floor. It looked to me like the
dancing was the central theme at this club because the dance
floor was as large as the rest of the club.  She led, of course,
and held me tightly. She was about two inches taller than I and I
think our shoes were the same height.
 
About half way into the song I felt her right hand rubbing my
back. My dress clung closely to my skin and I did not have a slip
on, which I now felt had been a mistake. Her hand was on my ass,
rubbing. I felt uneasy thinking others would see, but I felt
powerless to protest and afraid of what might happen if I said or
did something anyway. No sooner had I thought this and the song
ended. Another slow one started immediately and I wondered if
Jackie had somehow signalled the dj to keep the slow ones coming.
 
Now her lips were on my neck. I wasn't thinking of others looking
at this point because as I gazed about the floor I noticed many
women kissing and necking on the dance floor. I couldn't believe
I was actually here, let alone excited. Her kisses went from my
neck to my earlobe on my right side. God, this was a turn on. I
gasped and sort of lost my breath with my heart skipping a beat.
I was getting turned on. If Frank could just see me now. What a
picture!
 
Then she kissed me full on the lips and I found our tongues
touching and playing with each other. It was a long and
passionate kiss. I was almost purring. Her hand had gone down and
under the back of my dress. I felt it first on the back of my
legs. Then she was rubbing my ass again, this time on my panties.
I was getting hot and I was sure I was wet but I wasn't prepared
for her hand slipping inside my panties to rub my bare buttock.
I'm not sure what happened for sure, but I think I reached back
to grab her hand. That was a big mistake. I don't actually
remember much of what happened next.
 
I was being marched out of the club by Jackie who was pulling me
by the hand. She was yelling something at me I could not make out
but I certainly had somehow disobeyed her.  She grabbed our
purses from the booth and we were now at her car. I then realized
what she was telling me, in a very loud voice. It sank in.
 
"You have been a very bad girl. Do not EVER, EVER grab my hand
again when I am doing something with you. If I want to rub your
bare ass in public, I will. You need to find out I mean business
and that's exactly what's going to happen. You have been a bad,
naughty, insolent little girl and you're going to be treated like
one."
 
With that, she had unlocked her car door and had climbed into the
back seat. I was standing to her right, still in the parking lot.
It was fairly well lit and we were alone among the cars.
 
She grabbed my hand and pulled me off balance and over her lap.
She instructed me "Get over my lap NOW, Cindy!".
 
I was upended and lying face down over her lap. It was happening
very fast and she kept scolding me. She must have pulled up my
dress because I was no sooner across her lap when I felt her yank
my panties down. I had trouble believing most of this evening but
me, a grown successful, career woman lying face down over the lap
of a dominant woman in black leather, in the back seat of her car
in a public parking lot, about to be spanked, well that defied
analysis. Then the spanking started. One cheek after the other.
It hurt and burned too much. I couldn't stand it. I yelped and
demanded she stop which soon turned to begging and sobbing.  She
would stop, lecture and scold me and spank some more. It was
burning and hurt terribly. I was wiggling and squirming and she
scolded me and told me to hold still. Then she took a break, I
guess, and rubbed my ass. I was crying and her hand was soothing
me. It was rubbing, tenderly, both cheeks which were very  warm
now. She was rubbing over my anus too and then my pussy. I was
drenched and very embarrassed. She now knew this evening was
sexually stimulating to me and there was no way to hide it. She
rubbed across my clitoris and I shivered. She kept rubbing my
pussy and put her finger inside. Then she would rub my clitoris
again. Back and forth. With her left hand free, she started
spanking me again, all the while rubbing my clitoris. I climaxed,
over her lap, and shuddered and screamed. I have never been so
turned on and have not experienced such a strong orgasm before.
 
Afterwards, she had me sit on her lap and she comforted me. We
kissed and she rubbed my breasts. We drove to my house and on the
way she told me I would lick her clitoris until she experienced a
great orgasm too.
 
I knew this evening was going to be the first of many with this
demanding lady.
 
                                           THE END
 
Copyright 1987.
Brian Hutton

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