A young woman adjusts to and thrives in her 'new normal' of being a double leg amputee and repeatedly pregnant.
This is a sequel to the story Deeply Submissive, which is in turn a sequel to the story Limbless and Pregnant. Think of it as Limbless and Pregnant, The Next Generation, Season Two. This story picks up right where Deeply Submissive left off. It continues with the BDSM theme from Deeply Submissive, while also returning to the themes of missing limbs and pregnancies in Limbless and Pregnant.
Author’s Note: This is by far the longest story I’ve written to date, and that’s even after I pulled out a major story plot to become a separate story titled But God Pursued Her. I developed these two stories simultaneously; that one runs in parallel to this one, and will be posted in the near future.
Go to Limbless and Pregnant, Part 1
Go to Deeply Submissive, Part 1
Go to Deeply Submissive, Part 6 (last part)
Truncated yet Tenacious, Part 1 consists of the following chapters:
Recap: The story so far
Below are the key points from the previous two stories in this series, Limbless and Pregnant and Deeply Submissive, so you can enjoy this story even if you haven’t read the other two.
Jazmyn Farris was young woman with a most unusual family. She had two moms, one dad, and eleven siblings. The twelve children were all from only three pregnancies, all carried by her mom Bryana. She was the only girl among triplets, born first. Next were quintuplets, born four years later, and then quadruplets, born five years and change after that. Bryana had always been obsessed with being pregnant and having lots of babies, and she was a rare super-ovulator who released several eggs each month rather than the usual one.
Three pregnancies and twelve kids weren’t nearly enough for her, so Bryana had been a professional surrogate mother in between her natural pregnancies. She had had six surrogate pregnancies where she carried a total of 28 babies that were not genetically hers.
Besides all that, Bryana was almost completely limbless, having had voluntary surgery to remove her arms at the shoulders and her legs just below her hips before Jazmyn was born. Bryana was married to Jazmyn’s dad Cody, and the two had always been into bondage and domination/submission, so much so that Bryana had her limbs removed as an equivalent to permanent bondage and an act of ultimate submission.
Bryana and Jazmyn’s other mom Alyssa were identical twin sisters, but not-so-identical anymore, as Alyssa still had all of her limbs. Alyssa had legally adopted all of Bryana’s twelve children and changed her last name to match Cody’s. Alyssa and Cody had raised the kids together, and also considered themselves married, even though legally they weren’t. Jazmyn’s two moms were totally cool with sharing the same man, but Bryana and her dad Cody shared a bedroom and Alyssa slept alone.
Jazmyn was a classic case of the apple not falling far from the tree. She had also always obsessed over pregnancy and having babies and had likewise discovered the joys of bondage and submissiveness, in some ways to a greater degree than her mother ever had. But she was very much aware that children and a BDSM lifestyle did not pair well together, and that she would have to prioritize one over the other, unlike Bryana, who could do both because she had Alyssa to raise her kids for her.
Jazmyn was newly married to Victor Alvarez, a financial advisor and Marine Corps veteran of Puerto Rican heritage who also came from a large family. The two had connected through a bondage dating app. Jazmyn and Victor had also exchanged vows to be in a permanent Dominant/submissive relationship, and Jazmyn proudly wore an eternity collar as evidence of that.
The couple had discussed and considered Jazmyn becoming limbless like Bryana, or at least having her legs removed. But together, they’d decided that having a family would take precedence over their mutual kinks, and Jazmyn knew that, unlike her mother, she could never voluntarily have perfectly healthy limbs amputated.
Then, as Jazmyn was buying a pregnancy test, a tornado descended on the store with no warning, and Jazmyn’s legs were crushed under the debris, requiring that they be amputated close to the pelvis. Deeply Submissive ended with Jazmyn in a hospital bed, having just learned from Victor of her amputations and confirmed pregnancy. Both were okay with what most people would consider to be a devastating tragedy, realizing that fate had intervened and decided that what they had contemplated would at least be partially fulfilled.
Chapter 1 – Rehabilitation
The very next day, Jazmyn had Victor bring some dumbbells from his weight set to the hospital. Even in her hospital bed, she spent as much time as she could working on building up the strength her arms and shoulders, because they were going to have to perform double duty from here on out.
Jazmyn had no shortage of visitors to her hospital room, or people calling or texting, since she and Victor both had rather large families. Most people were a lot more upset about her losing her legs than she was. Of course, they didn’t know her secret, and Jazmyn hoped with all her heart that they never would. Only a handful of people – Victor, her parents, and her grandmother – knew that she had once considered having her legs voluntarily removed, and they were all sworn to secrecy. Jazmyn considered her current state to be her destiny, and accepted it as such.
Jazmyn’s 19-year-old sister Paige was working a summer job between semesters at community college, but she was so deeply impacted by Jazmyn’s injuries that she was ready to quit her job and spend the rest of the summer caring for Jazmyn once she got out of the hospital. It was all Jazmyn could do to talk her out of it. “I’m not going to need to be waited on hand and foot, Paige,” Jazmyn told her sister. “I really appreciate that you’re willing to make that kind of sacrifice for me, but I promise you it’s not necessary. You’re thinking I’m going to need a level of care like Mama Bryana, but you forget I still have full use of my arms and hands, and I fully intend to make the most of them. I’ll manage just fine, really.”
Two big advantages of having one’s legs amputated out of necessity rather than electively were that the majority of the medical bills were covered by insurance and that the insurance also provided for rehabilitative occupational therapy. Despite its name, occupational therapy doesn’t teach job skills, but rather how to perform routine life skills such as walking or otherwise getting around, using the bathroom, and depending on the nature of the individual’s injuries, such tasks as dressing, bathing, using a phone and computer, cooking, housekeeping, laundry, driving a vehicle, and so on.
Jazmyn was a poor candidate for prosthetics, due to both of her legs having been amputated and her short stumps. After discussing this at length with her doctor, therapists, and a prosthetist, she concluded that trying to use prosthetic legs would be nothing but an exercise in frustration at best and potentially dangerous as she’d be at high risk for falling. So, after that, her therapy emphasized using a wheelchair; transitioning between wheelchair and bed, chair, toilet, car, etc.; how to bathe or shower; and how to perform tasks typically done standing, such as cooking, from a wheelchair.
But Jazmyn was determined to not spend her life in a wheelchair any more than necessary, and certainly not passively sitting in a wheelchair. She very much subscribed to the philosophy that she was not disabled, but rather was now differently-abled. She refused to accept that there was anything she couldn’t do. She might not have legs, but she could get around on a skateboard or walk on her hands. She couldn’t stand at the stove and cook, but she could climb up onto a stool where she could sit and cook. She might not be able to remove laundry from a top-loading washing machine from a wheelchair, but she could lie on top of the adjacent dryer and reach in and get it.
So, while she didn’t blow off the wheelchair training, because she realized she couldn’t completely blow off the wheelchair itself, she considered whether there were easier ways to accomplish the same tasks without one. She also insisted that the therapist help her become proficient at getting from the floor into the wheelchair and back out again, and from the floor to a regular chair and back, and so on.
As far as getting her own wheelchair went, she refused to get one that even remotely looked like something an elderly person would use. It had to be manual; it had to be easy to get in from the floor, it had to be foldable so she could put it in her car, and it had to look badass, as much as a wheelchair can, anyway. Fortunately, their apartment building had an elevator, so they wouldn’t have to move to a first floor apartment or out of the building entirely.
Jazmyn was also going to need hand controls installed in her car, but her car itself was problematic for her new situation. She drove a four-door, subcompact SUV, or at least she used to. Four doors and subcompact size would make it difficult for her to stow the wheelchair in the back seat behind her. The SUV height would make it difficult to climb up into the driver’s seat. On the other hand, Victor’s Mustang was ideal. The long doors made it easy to put the wheelchair in the back and the low seat was easy to get into from the ground. So Victor had hand controls installed in the Mustang and they temporarily traded vehicles.
However, Jazmyn realized Victor wasn’t going to be content driving her little SUV for very long, and the Mustang wouldn’t work when she had an infant in a rear-facing baby seat that had to be mounted in the back seat of the vehicle. Thinking ahead, she was going to need a minivan, which she wasn’t at all happy about. Besides being a hopelessly out-of-style mom-mobile, in her mind, it also screamed “disabled”. Although Mama Bryana couldn’t drive, she had always had a wheelchair accessible minivan equipped with a ramp to ride around in.
Jazmyn discussed her options with Victor. He agreed that they needed to replace her SUV with a minivan, but he also pointed out that whoever had the baby would need the minivan, so she’d get to drive the Mustang, too. That made her feel a little better at least. But she refused to consider a wheelchair-accessible van with a ramp. She felt perfectly capable of getting in and out of it without a ramp.
It wasn’t too long before Jazmyn was back doing nearly all of her usual activities without assistance. She did many of them differently than before, but she was always determined to find a way. She even thought she was ready to try going back to work at the coffee shop, even though she was now three months pregnant. She and Victor hadn’t really worked out whether Jazmyn would continue to work after the baby was born, and she wanted to keep her options open at least until they did.
Chapter 2 – Legless intimacy
Even before Jazmyn was medically cleared to resume having intercourse, she and Victor were using other methods in their bag of tricks to achieve orgasm and subspace. Before the accident, Jazmyn and Victor had always incorporated bondage and deep submission into their bedroom activities, but Jazmyn had found it increasingly difficult to stay out of subspace when they did, and neither of them had been able to climax when they didn’t. That was going to be a problem for them when they had kids, both because a visit to subspace took Jazmyn a good two days to recover from, and because they knew they either needed to avoid bondage or to be able to quickly get out of it should a kid suddenly need Jazmyn on a moment’s notice. If she couldn’t stay out of subspace when she had sex, she just wasn’t going to be able to have sex at all when there were kids around.
(If you’re not familiar with subspace, it’s a fairly common phenomenon among BDSM practitioners in the midst of an intense submissive experience, usually once they physically and mentally relinquish all control to their Dominant partner. The submissive partner appears to go into a trance-like state, but they typically become hyper-focused on their Dom’s voice and touch to the exclusion of all else, lose the ability to feel pain, have the sensation of floating or flying, and experience a very relaxed state of complete bliss and extreme pleasure. By all accounts, subspace is the ultimate experience for a submissive, the Holy Grail, better than even a mind-blowing orgasm, but much different.)
The big unanswered question was whether vanilla (non-bondage) sex would get them both sufficiently aroused now that Jazmyn was legless. Mama Bryana had always claimed that legless sex was better than the normal kind, and being legless was kind of similar to being in bondage without being physically restrained. If they could now enjoy vanilla sex, it would solve their previous dilemma and probably mean that the amputations were a blessing in disguise.
Needless to say, they were eager to try vanilla sex again to find out. Because Jazmyn now entered subspace so easily, they had to do it early on a weekend just in case. Even though she hadn’t resumed working, she needed Victor for aftercare and that interfered with his work.
Jazmyn was cleared to resume sex on a Tuesday, which gave her a few days to plan and implement a strategy. She decided to not tell Victor, but rather to surprise him when he came home on Friday. The question was, how could she enhance the experience for both of them without involving actual bondage or something else likely to send her to subspace?
She thought she’d try a role playing scenario where she was a helpless, crippled girl, and Victor was a stranger who happened to find her. She would beg him not to hurt her and try to get away as she kept reminding him how helpless and vulnerable she was. She didn’t know if it would work for either of them, but there was nothing to lose by trying.
Late Friday afternoon, she put on a black miniskirt and a sexy top along with her crotchless panties and a push-up bra. She then laid down on the floor on her stomach, facing away from the front door, and then waited for Victor to arrive.
When Victor came in the door and saw her lying there, of course he assumed something was wrong. “Jazmyn! Are you okay? What happened?” he said, as he set down his bag and ran to her. That’s when she started her damsel in distress act.
“Please don’t hurt me, mister!” she said as she crawled on her hands and dragged her body, pretending to be afraid of him and trying get away from him. “Did the guys who stole my prosthetic legs and dumped me here tell you where to find me? I’m so helpless this way! What are you going to do to me?” Jazmyn thought she’d given Victor enough clues that he could take it from there. She figured he’d take this one of two ways, either as her attacker or her rescuer. Either way was fine with her.
Victor quickly realized what was going on and what was expected of him. He momentarily considered the same two options that Jazmyn had thought of, and quickly decided he’d rather be the good guy. He preferred to have her kissing him as he made love to her, as opposed to hitting him as he pretended to rape her. Also, he was smart enough to realize the objective was to successfully have vanilla sex, and that meant he couldn’t tie her up or require her to submit or actually cause her pain.
“Hey, I’m not going to do anything to you, miss” he said, getting into the role. “I’m just a passerby. Are you hurt anywhere?” He bent down to get closer to her level like a concerned passerby probably would.
“Not really,” she said, pretending to cry. “They just smacked me on the ass and knocked me to the ground. Then they took my legs and ran off.”
“Well, let me get you to someplace safe. You can’t just stay here on the sidewalk like that,” Victor said.
“Thank you so much,” replied Jazmyn. “You’re very kind.”
Victor then scooped her up and held her in his arms. Jazmyn looked up and gazed into his eyes, completely in love with him. She didn’t have to fake that part. “My apartment’s not far from here,” Victor said. “I’ll take you there for now.” Victor carried her around the room pretending to walk from where he found her to his apartment. He then went to the front door and said, “Here we are. Shall I just set you down on the sofa?”
Jazmyn replied, “I think I’d be more comfortable on your bed, if you don’t mind.”
Victor smiled and replied, “I don’t mind at all.” As they reached the bed and Victor began to set her down, Jazmyn wrapped her arms around his neck and began passionately French kissing him. Of course, Victor reciprocated, and the kiss lasted a good long while. When they had finished, he asked “What was that for?”
“For rescuing me,” Jazmyn replied. “I wanted to show you how much I appreciate it.”
Victor then set her gently down on the bed, face up. Jazmyn immediately rolled over onto her stomach, propped herself on her elbows, looked back at Victor and said, “Would you mind checking out my ass? They smacked me pretty hard there, and I want to make sure it’s okay.” She reached back and lifted up her skirt, but Victor didn’t know what she wanted him to do next. “Take off my panties so you can see better,” she said.
Victor complied. “It looks okay to me. In fact, it looks quite fine,” he said with a smile. Besides her ass, he had a clear view of her short little leg stumps.
“Maybe you better kind of knead it with your fingers so I can tell if it’s been injured. Both cheeks,” Jazmyn instructed as she wiggled her ass.
Again Victor complied. “How’s that feel?” he asked.
“No, it’s not injured. But it sure feels nice. You can keep doing that if you’d like,” she said coyly. By now, they were both becoming aroused.
Jazmyn said, “Have you ever done it with a girl with no legs?”
“No, I haven’t,” Victor replied truthfully.
Jazmyn replied, “Everyone tells me how amazing it is. They say once you do, you’ll never go back. Wanna find out if that’s true?”
“Actually, I’ve heard that, too. I’ve been wanting to find out for myself,” Victor replied.
“Well, I’m not stopping you,” Jazmyn replied seductively. “It’s the least I can do to thank you for rescuing me.”
Jazmyn pulled her leg stumps up under her so that her ass was up in the air, revealing her juicy cunt, and she wiggled it some more. Victor reached down and began fingering her from behind. “That feels nice, but that’s not what I want,” responded Jazmyn. “I haven’t had dick in way too long.”
Victor needed no more prompting. He dropped his trousers and boxers to his ankles; there was no time to remove anything further. He turned Jazmyn sideways on the bed so her ass was at the side edge, lifted her by the hips several inches so her pussy was aligned with his dick, and impaled her. Her entire lower body was completely off the bed, being held in the air by his hands on her hips and his dick inside her. Victor then began thrusting and Jazmyn thrusted as well. She began to moan with each thrust, and they both knew she was close.
Then Victor proceeded to shoot a huge load of cum with each thrust, the sensation of which sent Jazmyn over the edge into an intense orgasm, and the resulting creampie dripped down all over the bedclothes. After he finished, Victor continued to hold Jazmyn up by the hips and remain impaled on his still firm member for several more minutes.
“We did it!” Jazmyn said breathlessly. “We had vanilla sex, and it was good for both of us! If it took my legs being amputated for us to be able to do that, it was completely worth it.”
“I think the missing legs made a difference, at least for me,” Victor replied. “Your ass looks so cute without any legs hanging down from it, and it makes you look so helpless. I felt like I could get in deeper, too.”
“Agreed,” said Jazmyn. “It felt like I was in bondage even though I wasn’t. I thought it felt like you were in deeper as well, just like Mama said. Hooray us! Hooray amputations!”
Chapter 3 – Legless barista
An ultrasound had revealed that Jazmyn was carrying a single baby, so it seemed pretty clear she wasn’t a super-ovulator like her mother Bryana had been. Her baby had a good strong heartbeat and everything seemed normal except that it was a bit on the smaller side. It was still too early for a detailed ultrasound. She wasn’t yet ready to announce that she was pregnant, though, and there was no need to, as she wasn’t showing yet.
Jazmyn got what’s called an “active” wheelchair and a standard minivan, and had all of her pants and jeans altered to have the legs cut off and sewn shut. She was going stir crazy sitting around the apartment and was ready to resume her life. She contacted her boss at the coffee shop to ask about returning to work. They agreed that she should come in person to discuss it; this would give them both the means to assess whether she could physically do the job and what, if any, accommodations would need to be made. They made a mid-afternoon appointment, their least busy time.
It was her first time back to the coffee shop since the tornado. Jazmyn made a point of not parking in a handicapped space; those were intended for customers. Besides, she still didn’t think of herself as handicapped. She opened the sliding door from the inside, took out and unfolded her wheelchair, lowered herself into it from the floor of the minivan, closed the door, and wheeled herself across the parking lot and up the curb cutout, opened the door to the shop and wheeled herself in. Her co-workers saw her out the window but didn’t recognize the minivan and just assumed she was a customer, but she headed for the area behind the counter rather than in front of it.
“Oh my gosh! Jazmyn!” one of them called out, and all heads turned towards her. The employees each came over and bent down to hug her as they told her how good it was to see her, how much they missed her, and how concerned they’d been about her; even a couple of regular customers came over and did the same.
“So what brings you here?” another employee asked.
Jazmyn replied, “I have an appointment to see Jay about coming back to work.” Her co-workers all looked puzzled at that. It was obvious from their expressions that they didn’t think she was up to the task, and Jazmyn realized she was going to have to overcome their doubts and prove herself just as capable as they were. “Is he in his office?” she asked, and they confirmed that he was. Jazmyn wheeled herself back to his office and knocked on the door.
Her boss Jay Nguyen opened his door, they greeted each other with a handshake, and he welcomed her in and closed the door. “Thanks for meeting with me, Jay,” Jazmyn said. “I can’t wait to get back to work.”
“Let’s slow things down a bit, Jazmyn,” Jay replied. “You’ve been one of my best employees, if not the best, ever since you started here. But, obviously, a lot has changed now.” As he said this he looked down where her legs should have been, making it quite clear what he was referring to. “I’m not convinced you’re going to be able to do the job from a wheelchair. It’s nothing personal, you understand.”
Jazmyn was disappointed Jay felt this way, but she wasn’t entirely surprised, nor was she dissuaded. “I’ve given this a lot of thought, Jay. I can do everything I did before in my own kitchen at home, including reaching things on high shelves. I have no doubt I can do everything here, too, or I wouldn’t be here having this conversation.” Jay said nothing and just looked at her, which made Jazmyn feel like she needed to continue to plead her case.
“Tell you what. If you’ve filled my shift lead position and/or can’t give me full-time hours, I understand. I’ll work as a part-time barista for now if I have to. Regardless, though, let me come back for a trial period, and give me the chance to prove myself. If I’m not just as good of a worker as I was before, I’ll admit defeat and quit. If I am, then I want my job back with seniority.”
Jay just put his hand on his chin, looked at her, and considered her offer. “Okay,” he said. “I have filled your position, as I honestly thought you’d never be back. But I do have a part-time barista opening, working evenings and weekends. It might be better if you eased back into things before going straight to 40 hour weeks anyway. Since it’s only part time, I’ll give you a two week trial period. That doesn’t mean either of us can’t say it’s not going to work before then, but if you can last that long, then we’ll meet again and figure out what to do going forward.”
“I’ll take it. I’ll do it,” Jazmyn said. She wasn’t thrilled about the terms Jay set, especially having to work when Victor would be home, but she was determined to prove herself and hoped it would only be temporary.
Jay then said, “Okay. Let’s look at the schedule then. Today’s Wednesday. I can use you Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and all day on Saturday and Sunday, if you’re available at those times. We’ll plan to meet again two weeks from today, same time, and talk some more.”
“It’s a deal,” said Jazmyn. “I’ll be back tomorrow, ready to work.”
“Are there any accommodations you know you’re going to need?” Jay asked.
“Nothing I can think of, as long as you don’t mind me climbing up and sitting on the counter to reach things up high. Not the front counter where we serve customers; the one along the wall. Either that, or someone else will have to get those things for me.” “I’ll let you work that out for yourself,” Jay replied.
“Also, I’m going to shorten my aprons,” Jazmyn added. “They used to all hang down below my knees. My leg stumps don’t even come close to where my knees used to be.” She’d bought a secondhand sewing machine so that she could do this sort of thing herself.
“As long as they completely cover the front of your pant legs, I can’t see how anyone could possibly object,” Jay replied.
So Jazmyn started working the next evening. There were just two baristas working, and Jazmyn was far more experienced than Peyton; she’d been doing this job full time for five years now, while he’d been working part time for only six months. Still, she resisted the urge to take charge and give him the tasks she didn’t want to do. She knew Jay would be asking the people she worked with about her, and so she had to stay on their good sides as well as demonstrate that she was willing and able to do anything that needed to be done.
Instead, when they weren’t busy with customers, she looked for things that needed to be done and just did them herself. The result was that she kept busy while he stood around a lot. But she didn’t say anything to him about it; she just quietly set the example and hoped it would motivate him to pitch in or ask what he could do. She cleaned out the coffee pots, swept and mopped the floor, took out the trash, and a lot more. At one point, Peyton waited on a customer who wanted a coffee beverage that wasn’t on the menu, and as he started to tell him he couldn’t make that, Jazmyn interrupted and told the customer she’d be happy to make it for him and what the price would be. She then showed Peyton what to do in case the customer ever came back and wanted the same thing again.
It was pretty much the same story the other evenings Jazmyn worked with various other co-workers. The weekends were different, because there were more of them working and the store was busier. But Jazmyn stayed just as busy, doing more than her share of the work and not shying away from anything that needed to be done. Some of the weekend customers had been her regular weekday customers, and they were happy to see her again as well as shocked at her missing legs and awed by her work ethic. Invariably, they asked the question “What happened to your legs?” or just “What happened to you?” if they couldn’t bring themselves to say the word ‘legs’.
Unbeknownst to Jazmyn, one such customer contacted Jay and told him exactly what she had observed; that Jazmyn was running rings around the other employees despite her disability, both in her productivity and in her customer service skills, and that whatever she was being paid, it wasn’t enough. Jay also talked to each of the people Jazmyn had worked with, and most of them admitted, to their own embarrassment, that Jazmyn worked a lot harder than they did, not because it was more difficult for her to do the same tasks, but because she was a dynamo. They also praised her attitude; that she didn’t act like she was better than them or entitled in some way.
So when Jazmyn and Jay met again after the two weeks were up, he shared all of this with her. He admitted that he was wrong for having stereotyped her as a disabled person who couldn’t carry her weight and would be a burden on everyone else. “So when can I go back to working full time weekday hours?” she asked.
“About that…” Jay said cryptically. “What I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room, understand?” Jazmyn agreed. “I’ve been doing this job for a lot of years now, and I’m ready to move on for a new challenge. Before your accident, I was preparing to resign, knowing they’d promote Madison up to manager, and I was going to recommend that she promote you to take her place as assistant manager. Once you were out of commission, I put my plan to leave on hold, because there wasn’t anyone else in the store I felt could do the job, and I didn’t want to leave Madison in the lurch or have corporate replace her, or me for that matter, with just anybody. I hadn’t yet figured out a new plan, and so I’ve just been sticking it out until I did.
“I still don’t have a full time opening to move you into, but after your performance these past two weeks, I’m going to go ahead and recommend you for the assistant manager position and put in my notice. You’ve certainly earned the respect of your co-workers, and I know they know that there’s nothing you’d ask them to do that you weren’t willing and able to do yourself, even from a wheelchair.
“In the meantime, you’ll need to keep working the part time hours, but I’m sure that’ll only be temporary. Does that sound like a plan? Are you interested in moving up to assistant manager?”
Jazmyn was blown away. She expected to be told there were no full time positions and she’d have to continue to work part time, but she was completely unprepared for being recommended for a promotion. Of course she was interested. It would be less physically challenging for her to work mostly behind a desk than mostly waiting on customers, and that was relevant not only because of her disability, but also her pregnancy. Her pregnancy… She wasn’t going to tell Jay about that yet, so he couldn’t use it as another reason not to hire her back. But now she realized she needed to come clean.
“Interested? I’m very interested! I’m thrilled!” Jazmyn responded. “But I need to tell you something confidential, too. I’m almost four months pregnant. In a little over five months from now, I’m going to need to go on maternity leave.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem, unless you’re not planning to come back after that,” Jay replied.
“Honestly, I’m not sure,” said Jazmyn. “I was just trying to get my old job back, and hadn’t really thought that far ahead yet. I was going to play it by ear. I need to go home and talk to Victor about all of this and think about it some before I can give you an answer.”
“Fair enough,” said her boss.
That evening, Jazmyn recounted the entire conversation with her boss for Victor. Then she said, “I don’t know what to do. Accepting the promotion is a tremendous opportunity, but I’d have to commit now to continuing to work full time after the baby is born. I’m not sure I’m ready to do that. I was hoping to keep my options open and decide that much later. What do you think?” she asked her husband.
“Well, first, I want to tell you how proud I am of you that your boss wants to recommend you for the promotion in the first place,” replied Victor. “I have no doubt you’d be a great assistant manager, too. But as far as what you should do, I don’t know, either.” Victor continued to think it through. “Knowing you, though, I have a hunch you might get pretty bored staying home taking care of a baby.”
“That’s probably true,” thought Jazmyn out loud. Both of them continued to mull it over and discuss their various options, but in the end they both agreed she should pursue the promotion and plan to continue to work full time after the baby was born. Jazmyn let Jay know her decision the next day.
Chapter 4 – Orgasm training
“Okay, we’re going to try to take your orgasm-on-command training to the next level tonight, Beloved,” said Victor one Friday evening. “You’ve gotten to be very good at both keeping from cumming when ordered not to and cumming on command, assuming you’re already aroused. Tonight, I’m going to command you to cum, and you are to try with all your might to disobey and not cum. However, you are not to go into subspace under any circumstances. If you must choose between cumming and subspace, you are to cum. If you must choose between not cumming and subspace, you are to not cum. You will not be disciplined for disobeying the order to cum, but you will be disciplined harshly if you go into subspace, and it’ll be most unpleasant. Got it?”
“I think so,” Jazmyn replied. “You tell me not to cum and stimulate me so I have to resist, like usual. I’m to tell you when I’m nearly unable to resist, like usual. Then you order me to cum like usual, except this time I’m supposed to still not cum, despite the order. But I’m not allowed to go to subspace regardless.”
“Perfect,” said Victor approvingly. “We’re going to do this multiple times, regardless of whether you cum or not.”
Victor told Jazmyn to strip naked, get on the bed, put on a blindfold, and handcuff herself to the headboard, and she complied. Then he told her, “Do not cum until I tell you to!” and proceeded to stimulate her pussy lips with a vibrator. Before long she began writhing on the bead and moaning.
“Victor, stop!” she shouted. “I’m going to cum if you don’t!”
Victor immediately pulled the vibrator away and Jazmyn panted as she tried to resist the urge to orgasm. He waited about five seconds, and then firmly said, “Okay, now cum! Now!” Jazmyn knew she was supposed to continue to resist, and she valiantly tried, but she felt subspace fast approaching. To keep from going into subspace, she had no choice but to stop resisting the orgasm. It took about another five seconds after Victor gave the order before she exploded in ecstasy.
“Good girl, Jazmyn,” Victor said to her as stroked her face and forehead and smiled as she breathed heavily and came down from her orgasm.
After a few minutes, Victor said, “Again! Do not cum until I command you to!” and repeated the process. This time he waited about ten seconds after stopping the stimulation, allowing her to become less on the verge, before giving her the command to cum. Just hearing the command caused her to return to the verge of having to choose between orgasm and subspace, and she again had another intense orgasm despite her best efforts to resist. Again he praised her.
They repeated the process a third time, but this time Victor waited 15 seconds before giving the command to cum. This time Jazmyn was able to successfully resist the urge to orgasm despite the order. As a result, Victor’s reaction was quite different, and surprising to Jazmyn considering that she had achieved the objective of this exercise. “I’m very disappointed in you this time, Jazmyn. You were very disobedient. I gave the order to cum, and you failed to do so. We just can’t have that. Now, let’s try again and see if you can do better. Remember, though, you must do everything possible to resist the orgasm without going to subspace.”
For the fourth time they went through the process. Again Victor waited 15 seconds before giving the command. Jazmyn was just as much away from the edge of orgasm as she was the last time, but this time when Victor gave the command, it immediately sent her right back. Even though she tried to resist with everything she had, something inside her just wouldn’t let her disappoint him again by succeeding, and she experienced her third orgasm of the evening. “Much better, Beloved!” Victor said approvingly. “I knew you could do it!” and he rewarded her with a passionate kiss.
“Now we’re going to switch it up a little. I’m not going to stimulate you as much this time before I give the order to cum. Again, you must do everything you can to disobey the order short of subspace.” This time, he didn’t wait for her to tell him to stop before he removed the stimulation. But instead of pausing before giving the command, he gave it immediately. This kept her from being able to retreat from the orgasm and instead she continued to become more aroused, sending her closer to it. Again she tried to apply the brakes and cool down, but her body wouldn’t let her. It desperately craved Victor’s approval for obeying the command, and she found herself unable to prevent the orgasm without going off the subspace cliff. For the fourth time that evening she came, and he again praised her. “Excellent job, Beloved! It seems you’re becoming quite powerless to resist my command to cum. You’ve done so well, I’m going to reward you accordingly.” Jazmyn beamed at his approval and eagerly anticipated the reward.
“One more time,” Victor said. “This time, you must obey me no matter what, even if it means you must go to subspace to do it.” This time, instead of the vibrator, he used his dick to stimulate her. “Do not cum!” he commanded. This time when she got close to climaxing and she told him to stop, he didn’t; rather, he repeated the command and then penetrated her and began thrusting. She couldn’t resist both the orgasm and subspace, and she knew that this time she was to choose subspace, and she began floating over the abyss and experiencing unimaginable peace and pleasure. She then heard Victor’s command to cum, and she immediately complied; in subspace she had absolutely no ability to resist his command in the least, in fact, there was no way for it to even occur to her to resist his command.
Victor was very pleased at the progress she was making, and Jazmyn was, too. She thought it would be incredibly submissive and hot if she were completely powerless to resist Victor’s command to orgasm. Once she could do it reliably, she hoped he would occasionally give her the command in public, because, well, just because.