Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  "I don't know. I told him what I wanted and he made these. They are intended to be permanent, so there is no way to remove them except cutting. Stan says even that will be difficult. They are titanium with a gold plating."

  "Emily, crawl over beside Denise and kneel there." She turned and tugged g on my leash. She spoke with a European accent. A little French, a little German, a little English. She seemed quite cultured.

  I rose up on my knees and crawled c over beside Denise. I saw Her nose ring was fastened to a ring low on the wall by a short chain. Her hands were locked behind her. Frau Gruener fastened me the same way.

  Frau Gruener brought us our breakfast - eggs, ham, and French toast, crumbled in a bowl. There was a bowl of water also. "You are my pets. This is how my pets are fed. Eat it all, without a sound." The 'or else' was left unsaid but we both understood it. Denise and I leaned down and started eating. My damned leash kept getting in my mouth and I had to spit it out and try again. Rats, this is even more embarrassing than being led around on a nose leash. My food is sticking to my face. Wiping it on the rim of the bowl just smears it around. And there's food on my leash and nose ring. I feel like a pig rooting for its breakfast.

  Master and Frau Gruener ate breakfast too. Only they sat at table and had their hands to hold utensils. Bet their faces stayed clean. When they finished, Master left and Frau Gruener came over to us. We had long since finished. Our faces and nose rings and leashes were caked with food. She released our leashes from the wall and stood us up. She cleaned us off with a wet napkin. "You must learn to eat more carefully." and she led us back up to our room. She released our hands and told us to get cleaned up.

  She returned in a while. "Get up and turn around, girls." She locked our hands to the back ring of our waistbands. "turn around." She had two metal strips with chains attached to them. She locked two chains to rings on the front of my waistband. She did the same to Denise. "Turn around." She took the dangling ends of the chains and pulled them up between my legs. she locked them to two rings on the back of my waistband. They were tight and held the strip snug against my pussy. I suddenly realized Denise and I were wearing chastity belts. "I am told you two are lesbians. Well, we will not have any more of that. You are the property of Master John."

  I was horrified. I thought Master would let Denise and I continue to love each other. A chastity belt? This wasn't the middle ages. Or was it. We were both chained and ringed. Or was this normal in places we hadn't been?

  Frau Gruener said, "face me and kneel, girls. " I am retained to train you. To make you into the best, most obedient, most beautiful slave girls possible. You both are submissive and that is an excellent beginning. I will instruct you in grace, poise, and make you even more submissive. Go into the bathroom."

  She followed us in and stood us in front of a white wall. She took our picture with her phone. She then removed our makeup and redid our faces. First Denise, then me. She was quick. Then she took our pictures again. She had us kneel and went into the bedroom. After a few minutes she returned with our pads and showed us the before and after shots. In the first photos, were pretty. In the after shots we were elegant. The transformation was striking. The makeup she put on us highlighted the curves in our faces, made the rings enhance our features. Our eyes had much less color around them, but it was just the right amount and shade to make our eyes outstanding. She could have made a fortune as a professional makeup artist.

  "This is the effect I want. Remember, don't use so much makeup. Tomorrow morning I will show you how to do it. Now we will work on getting you fit. Stand up. And from now on, you may address me as 'Mistress.'" She put the leashes back on our nose rings. She led us downstairs and into a gymnasium.

  It was huge and looked like it was designed for an Olympic team. We warmed up by stretching and the stationary bicycle. We used every machine there. She pushed us to exhaustion. She had a small whip she would use when she thought we didn't try hard enough. She moved us around a lot, but we were never free. Our hands were locked behind us before the chain on our neck was released. She held that to lead us to the next machine, never letting it out of her hands. We were totally exhausted when she finally took us to our room, and let us shower.

  She put us to bed with our hands locked behind us and a short chain from our collars to a ring on the wall above us. I didn't care. I was so tired I was instantly asleep.

  Frau Gruener woke me up with a gentle caress of my breast. It was a wonderful way to wake. I felt the touch and kept my eyes closed as the soft rub continued. My loins grew hot and I rubbed my thighs together. I tried to reach up and touch the hand on my breast. I was dragged awake when my arm refused to move and I realized I was still chained. I opened my eyes to see the beautiful, smiling face of my Governess.

  "Good morning, Emily. Time to get up." She rose and I slid out of bed and knelt.

  "Good morning, Mistress. May I pee?"

  "Yes. but wait until Denise comes out. How do you feel. Any soreness from last night's exercise?"

  "No, Mistress. I can't move my arms, so I am not sure about them." Denise came out of the bathroom. I looked at Mistress and she nodded to me. I rose and used the toilet. When I came out, Denise and Mistress were waiting for me. Mistress was holding a leash from Denise's nose ring and had another leash in her other hand. She waved me over and she clipped the leash to my nose ring. Until yesterday, I never realized how much use a nose ring on a slave would get. It seemed so natural to be led that way. We didn't dare resist. It was simple, cheap, reliable. She led us downstairs and outside. It was chilly. She clipped my leash to the back of Denise's collar.

  "It is time for your morning jog. Start slowly. Lift your feet high and take short steps." She had a whip in her hand. We started. It was more of a high step at first. Then she increased the pace, pulling on Denise's leash. It was easy to keep up and keep my leash slack. We continued for a minute or so this way, getting used to the hobble's feel. Mistress sped up again. Now I was jogging slowly. A few minutes later she sped up again. A real jog now. She led us around the park like grounds twice. We were starting to tire. Mistress dropped Denise's leash and ran beside us.

  "Faster," she called. I was breathing hard but did speed up a little. I saw my leash droop as I caught up to Denise.

  I saw the whip slice a fiery red line onto Denise ass cheek. She yelped and sped up. I kept up, barely. Mistress took us around the grounds again then slowed us to a walk. We went back inside and she took us into a steam room where we relaxed for a few minutes. When we emerged, I felt good, drained, and hungry. Mistress dried us off and we went up to breakfast. Same routine as before. Our food was in a white bowl on the floor. Food in one side, water in the other. Our noses were attached to the wall by a short chain and we got food on our faces, rings, and chain, as before.

  After breakfast we were led up to our room , leashes removed, arms freed. We were given an hour to clean up and get ready for the day.

  When mistress returned, she took us back into the bath and we spent an hour learning to do our makeup. When she thought we had learned enough, she locked our hands behind us, put the leashes back on, and led us to the gym.

  We spent an hour in floor exercises. What a martial artist might call a kata for slave girls. Mistress secured us with long chains to our ankle chains. We practiced kneeling, standing, punishment, and obeisance positions. We did them with our hands locked to our waistband. Locked in front, on the sides, and in back. We did them with our hands joined in front and in back. She locked our hands to the back of our collar and we did the positions that way. Then we repeated everything, with our hands every way. We moved from one position to another. Mistress would show us how to do an exercise, then we would try it. She was unbelievably graceful. I wondered how many times she had practiced to be so fluid and precise.

  She was a talented instructor. She would tell us what she wanted then show us. We would try then she would tell us how to improve, "Lift your head first." If we got it, she would move o
n. If not she would show us again, pointing out the finer points. Then we would repeat. She didn't use her whip often and then only for a mild correction.

  She filmed us and played our mistakes back. She used her whip liberally. The whip is an effective learning tool. We learned quick.

  She said," You improved today, girls. We will do this exercise over and over until you are perfect. It may take a couple of weeks, but I won't let you quit until you are perfect." Our hands were locked behind our collars.

  She just freed our ankle chains, attached the leashes, and led us back to our room.

  We were allowed to clean up then we practiced our make up under her keen eye.

  "OK, girls. You look nice. Go back into the bedroom and kneel facing one of the beds. Put your hands on your legs, palms up." She came with us and sat down on the bed facing us. "We have some free time now. You can speak freely. Is there anything you want to know?"

  Denise asked, "Mistress, Will you be our governess the whole time we are her? All year?"

  "No dear, I will be your governess and mistress only until you are trained."

  "We don't want you to go. We are learning so much from you and we like you."

  "That's sweet of you to say. I'm glad. But you won't need me after you finish training."

  She didn't refuse, or say she was doing something else. She just put us off. She had a funny twist to her lips as she spoke. She had a secret and didn't want us to know. I tried again, "Mistress, I don't think I will be able to perform as well as you want in just a year. I think I need your help for at least a year."

  She stood up. "Denise, stand up." She locked Denise arm together behind her. She turned Denise around, took her in her arms and kissed her on the mouth. Talk about changing the subject. But it worked. I almost stood up. I wanted in on that kiss. She bent Denise back a little and forced her head back. It looked like a passionate kiss. Finally she broke off and said, "Denise, I love you. Kneel ."

  Then she turned to me and said, "Emily, come here. I jumped up. She locked my hands behind me and kissed me.

  I opened my lips and tasted her. She was sweet and intoxicating. She forced her tongue through my parted lips.. Her arms were around me, holding mine helpless against my back. My pussy was flaming. I thrust my loins against her leg, hard. I wanted to make love to her. The kiss was passionate and all consuming. I didn't think of anything else. Finally she broke the kiss and just held me. When she released me, I fell to my knees and thrust my mouth against her pussy. Tasting only cloth. I moaned, "Please, Mistress. Let me love you." She slid her skirt up to reveal a shaved pussy. She wore nothing under her skirt. I never saw a more wondrous sight. Sat back on the bed and spread her legs. I followed her wanting nothing more in the world than to eat her out. She grasped my nose ring and pulled me to her. It was the best use of a nose ring I ever saw.

  I started licking her labia lips. Soon she began moaning and I sped up. I felt her lips spreading for me. I thrust my tongue between the lips. I tasted her love juices. I loved that taste. She was so sweet. I started sucking and her moans turned to gasps. When I thought she was ready, I took her hard nub into my mouth and sucked hard. She exploded, flooding my mouth with her love juices and moaning. I was moaning too as I sucked her up. I was so hot. My belly was spasming in time to Mistress'. I screamed and I came. I poured love juices into my pussy as I sucked hers. As she relaxed, I stopped licking and sucking. She gently pushed my head away, still holding my nose ring. I grinned stupidly at her. I did not want her to let go. I wanted to be held all night that way, by her. I was panting like I had just come. It sank in that I had come too. It had never happened that way before.

  I heard Denise, from far away, "My God, did you both come? Can I try now, Mistress?"

  "Emily, stay." and she went into the bath. She came out a few minutes later and freed my hands. She told me to go and clean up. "Close the door and don't come out until I call you."

  When I heard her call, I went out. Denise's face was shining from Mistress' juices. My hands were again locked behind me and I was told to kneel. Mistress used the bath once more. When she came out Denise's hands were freed. She was told to go and clean up.

  I smiled at Mistress and she smiled at me. She sat down on the bed and I asked, "Mistress, may I still talk freely?" Best to make sure.

  "Yes, of course. I have never seen a girl come when she is eating out another. Can you do that regularly?"

  "Mistress, that is the first time it ever happened. And I made love to Denise almost every day for several years."

  "Well, maybe it was due to changed circumstances. You were never a full slave before were you?

  "No, Mistress. Denise always made me wear handcuffs, but nothing like I have now. I think it was everything new, especially you, Mistress. Also I am an actual slave now. I wear a collar and shackles besides having my hands locked away. I didn't get to use furniture at home. Now I don't get to use furniture anytime. I wear rings everywhere and get led on a leash. Maybe I'll come every time now, because I am submissive more of the time. I don't know. Would you like to try again?" I smiled hopefully.

  Denise came out then and we were taken downstairs.

  We were led back to the living room, arms locked behind us and leashes on our nose rings. We were true and natural slaves. This was the way to treat us. Freedom was for others. Those who liked making their own decisions. Those who wanted to control girls like us. Men, real men should own us. What would we do when our year was up?

  Mistress led us into the living room and I was surprised to see Master, Harold, and three strangers. Two men and a woman. There were crates scattered around the room. And there was a sturdy metal frame taking up the center of the room. Mistress led us to the frame and locked a chain from my collar to the frame. She did the same to Denise, then she released our hands. All we could do was stand there. The chains weren't long enough to reach anything and too short to kneel. She took the leashes off our nose rings. Mistress, Master and Harold left the room.

  They measured us and tried many things on us. There was a lot of leather bondage gear. Master wanted us well equipped because he bought a lot of things. Hoods, blindfolds, gags, armbinder, arm sacks, straitjackets. There was a 'garment' that held my arms folded up high behind me. It covered my shoulders and left my breasts bare. Its only fastening was a zip up collar that grasped my neck.

  The bondage purveyors left and the woman remained. She measured us everywhere. She said she was going to make clothes for us. Party clothes. I can just imagine. She had watched us being fitted with the bondage gear without comment. But her eyes were bright with interest. When she had us alone she walked to us and studied us in great detail. She told us how to move our bodies and we obeyed. After the first few measurements she started talking to us. She told us her name was Susan and we told her ours. She was curious why we were slaves and if we wanted to escape. She was surprised to learn we had volunteered. She inspected our bonds and commented on the skill used to construct them. She thought they looked more like jewelry than restraints. She kept rubbing them. I thought she looked like she envied us. I understood her. I liked what I had become. I looked at Denise and saw a beautiful woman. Yes, we were restrained. But we were loved and cherished. Our Master and Mistress would care for us, always.

  Our tailor seemed bemused by our serenity. She kept commenting on our beauty and calm acceptance of our restraints. She did not seem to understand our explanation that we wanted this. She kept working and taking measurements. Finally she asked if we had any preferences on color. Our only answer was "Ask our Master." Finally, she left us alone and still chained in the living room.

  Master and Mistress came in the room and released us. I was surprised by what happened next. Master said, girls, its been an interesting time for us. Why don't you go outside and look around. The gardens are just blooming. Be back for dinner. They walked out, leaving Denise and I alone and unsecured. Well, our feet were still shackled but our hands were free. We took each other's hand a
nd walked outside. As free as we would be for the next year.

  The gardens were lovely. New life springing up everywhere. It was well tended with few weeds and many tall flowers. The paths wandering through them were smooth on our bare feet. We stopped several times and just kissed. With our damned chastity belts we couldn't do much else. Mostly we walked and talked.

  "So, Denise, how do you like your life now, my pretty slave?"

  "I love it, so far, you sexy slave ,you."

  "Think we can find some bolt cutters in a shed out here so we can do more than look?" I was just teasing. I would not try and work around my Master's wishes.

  "No, but here's the next best thing." She picked up a wad of heavy twine someone had left on a bench. "Turn around, slave. Put your hands behind you." she ordered. I smiled and obeyed. She tied my cuffs together. "Try to get loose, slave." I fought the twine, but it was too strong and I couldn't reach the knot.

  "You've got me, mistress. Can you get your chastity belt off too?"

  "No, my slave, But I can do anything else I want to you, can't I?"

  "Yes, Mistress, anything you want. I'll even help."

  "Stand up and spread your legs."

  She pulled the twine through my legs and held it up to my breasts. She looked at it, stretching it out and nodded her head. She took the end and threaded it through a nipple ring. Then she strung my nose ring and the other nipple ring on it. She pulled the twine tight, forcing my head down and my nipples together and up. I squealed as she pulled it tight. My three rings were only a few inches apart. She tied a knot and another. My head was pulled so far down I could only see the ground and my nipples hurt if I lifted my head. In the last few days, I had forgotten how much Denise liked to play with my body. These new rings and chains must have seemed like wonderful new clothes for her Barbie doll.

  I assessed my condition. I was even more helpless than usual, but nothing hurt unless I pulled on it. "Mistress, I'm really foxed now. Please don't hurt me. I will do anything you want."