Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  Lay down on your back in the grass." She took the last remaining piece of twine and tied my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs. I was in a strict hog tie. She ran a finger up the sole of my foot. I screamed, "Oh, No, Mistress. I am ticklish."

  "Of course you are. I'm going to tickle all your spots until you come. And I know all your spots."

  It was terrible, I was so ticklish. She ran her fingers all over my sides, my feet, my labia. I laughed so hard my eyes watered and I couldn't see anything. Then something new. My neck and back were being stroked with a feather. Where did she get a feather? Finally, I saw, it was a fern, not a feather. It was the worst tickle torture I could have imagined. I was getting hot. She knew me too well. She was going to make me come. I struggled but couldn't do more than wriggle. She laughed at my agonized whimpers. Finally, I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was limp and she mercifully stopped tickling me. "If you release me mistress, I will try and make you come too."

  She untied my feet and the knot holding my nose and nipple rings together. She put the twine back through my nose ring and tied it tight.

  "Stand up, slave,"

  Yes, Mistress." I wish I could give you pleasure too."

  "I'm not ticklish, slave. What could you do?"

  "Nothing, Mistress. I am happy to be your slave, too."

  We walked on around the garden an finally back into the house. Denise left me tied and leashed. We met our Mistress inside. She looked at my ad hoc restraints, then she looked into my eyes. "Even with a chastity belt. You are an amazing slut."

  "Thank you, Mistress," I blushed all over.

  Master found us talking in the living room a few minutes later. He looked at me and said, "I know you climaxed in the garden. You do know you are not to climax without my permission, don't you?"

  "No master, I didn't know that. I have had a couple of climaxes without ever having my pussy touched. I seem to be horny, fixed as I am."

  "OK. Now you know. Do not climax unless I give my consent. Personally." He removed the twine..

  Now both Denise and I had our hands loose and were not leashed. It felt a lot like when Denise and I were in our apartment with both of us naked.

  Master sat on the couch and said, "Girls, come her." We both knelt in front of him. "All right, come sit beside me."

  We climbed onto the couch, one on each side of him. He put an arm around each of us and played with one of our nipple rings. I liked the feeling of being possessed by him.

  "Emily, what do you like to do in your spare time?

  "Master, I like to draw and read." I wondered what he liked to do.

  "Denise, how about you?"

  "Master," she replied, "when I lived with my parents I liked to garden. But there's no opportunity living in an apartment. I dabble in painting, but rarely. Emily forgot to tell you she plays the recorder."

  I blushed. I didn't want master to know. I didn't think I was good. It was embarrassing to play in front of someone.

  "So, do either of you know how to play any card games? Poker, bridge, something else?"

  We both admitted to knowing how to play bridge. A legacy from long waits on video sets between takes. It turned out that Frau Gruener also knew how to play. A game was organized and we got ready to play. Denise and I were allowed to use chairs, halleluiah. A stranger tableau was hard to imagine. A quite normal looking man and woman and two naked female slaves playing bridge. We should have taken a photograph and submitted it to Bondage World. Denise was teamed with Master and I with Frau Gruener. The stakes fit the players. The slave on the losing team would receive five strokes of the whip on her ass from the winning master or mistress.

  Master and I won the first game and Denise got the whip. She squirmed on her striped bottom all through the next game. Master was quite a good player, much better than the rest of us. We won the second game too. Denise got five more stripes. She was squealing at each stroke for the last three. Master ended the games there, and told us the next game he would be Denise's partner. I did not look forward to that. I made a note to see if I could find a book on bridge on my pad. Master locked my hands behind me and clipped a leash on my nose ring. He said goodnight to Frau Gruener and Denise and led me up to his bedroom.

  He removed my chastity belt and laid me back on his bed. I couldn't move much with my weight holding my arms down and my legs shackled. All I could do was raise my knees and spread my legs, but that was enough.

  "Close your eyes, Emily." He stroked my pussy with one finger, softly. I raised my pussy trying to increase his finger's pressure, to no avail. I was getting hot and I squirmed. His other hand started squeezing and pilling on my nipple. It responded and became rock hard in an instant, I thought I could feel it clench around my ring. He continued his gentle excitation of my body and soon I was begging him to take me. I was in an agony of lust. My pussy was a lake I was so ready and so needy. I was going to die if he didn't get his cock in me quick. It was infuriating. He was teasing me. I couldn't do anything to hurry him. I needed him, damn it. Finally I felt his weight crush me into the bed. His cock was at my entrance. I was spread wide. My muscles were clenching, trying to draw him into me. He thrust just a little, a tease. I hated him. The monster. I was dying. I needed him. Please Master take me now. Fully. Make me yours. Take me. I felt him thrust deep into me, finally. It was heavenly. My muscles clenched. My lust turned to rapture. I needed this. I exploded. My juices flooded my pussy. My belly spasmed. I thought I would really explode with wonder. How could just a penis do this to me. I never wanted him to leave. My joy was boundless. I loved him so much. He had taken me and I was his. Forever. I loved being his slave. I loved obeying him. I fainted.

  When I woke, I was lying in Master's bed, under the blanket. I felt wonderful. I looked but Master was not with me. My hands were still locked behind me, as usual, but something was different. My collar was chained to the wall above the bed. I lay back down, uncertain whether I should call out. I decided to be quiet. After all, I had no say in whether he stayed with me or not.

  I fell back asleep. I woke briefly later and felt his body spooning around me, his arm resting on my shoulder. I knew was loved and fell back asleep.

  I woke when the sun was up. Master was gone and Mistress was unlocking my collar from the wall. She told me to get up and took me back to my room. She released my arms and told me to get cleaned up. It was time for training. Only when I was showering did I learn that I again wore my chastity belt.

  Several routines developed for Denise and I. On some days we did not see Master much during the day. He seemed to be busy with some business projects. We were kept ignorant about everything outside of the house. Most days one or both of us spent several hours in Master's office. We had to stay on our knees while there. There were a couple of long chains coiled in the corners, waiting for us. Those chains were locked to our collars before our hands were unlocked. We cleaned and dusted some but our main task was eye candy for Master. When he sat in an easy chair, we would kneel beside him and he would absently rub our head and breasts. Often when he was working at the desk one of us was under the desk sucking his cock. We spent much of our time there kneeling in front of his desk so he could see us by raising his eyes. He hardly ever fucked us in the ass. Mostly the other men used our asses. Most evenings we spent a couple of hours after dinner with Master. Sometimes we played card games, sometimes we watched a movie,. Occasionally we played pool in the game room. During these times Mistress was usually with us.

  Denise and I wore chastity belts all the time. Only Master had access to our cunts. He was not the best endowed of the men in the estate, but he always used us well and left us drooling for more. All the staff, men and women had ready access to our mouths and behinds. We must have given ten blow jobs a day. We soon became connoisseurs of semen. We thought we could tell what the men had eaten for their last meal. We couldn't confirm it, but it was a great game. There were only a few women on staff. There was Marie the cook, Jane, the gardener,
and our Mistress. They claimed our tongues services several times a day. We loved their taste too. A woman's love juices were sweeter than a man's The men's were more savory and salty. We loved them all.

  I mustn't forget our behinds. Mostly our mouths were used, but our behinds got a thorough workout too. We noticed that our bottoms were kind of a dual use facility. Only the men, of course. All the men used both our mouths and asses. It mostly seemed to depend on how much time they had. With more time they would prefer the rear entrance. We were usually bent over a table or chair. Most of the time they would whip or spank us until we were red before entering us. I guess it was because we would lick and suck with our mouths before they really fucked our face. When our asses were used, getting our cheeks red was what stiffened them up. Both Denise and I got to like having our asses used better than our faces. We liked the taste of everyone, but the heat on our bottoms got us aroused. Sometimes we would climax along with our anal users.

  A couple of times Jane and Marie had me at the same time. I was bent over a rail and used my tongue on one of them while the other whipped my ass. After I brought one to climax with my tongue, they switched places. I climaxed twice, once with each. Unfortunately they didn't find me together often.

  Denise and I got better and better at our exercises. We were ordered to service Master and Mistress and Harold daily. But we were not allowed to climax for three weeks. I counted them. We were both horny beyond belief. My Master and Mistress made sure I never got the opportunity to come again. After the first week of abstinence I found it harder and harder to hold a conversation. Hard even to understand what someone said to me. It was all I could do to eat. I thought of nothing but sex. I looked for any opportunity to beg my master for his touch. I was always rubbing up against him. I was so incredibly needy. It was anguish just to wake and feel my flaming pussy thrusting against the chastity belt. I had no control over my pussy any more. She was always pushing on the belt and sending sharp twinges into my loins.

  I had to give good blow jobs to the men and eat out my mistress daily. Trying to do a good job with these was almost impossible. My needy body kept throwing off my rhythm and destroying my sense of touch. I was anguished and my body was screaming its need. It was so loud that my brain couldn't understand what was coming from my senses. I was overloaded with need. Denise was no better. We whined a lot. Our master seemed to enjoy our need.

  Chapter 7 - Muriel

  One morning, my master woke us. We wondered where Mistress was. He sent us to the bath to get ready for the day. When we came out, he locked our hands behind us and said, "Kneel. Wait a moment. I want you to meet Muriel. I will get her," and he closed the door. . Denise and I looked at each other. Who was Muriel? When it opened again, he walked in holding a leash in one hand and a case in the other. As the woman on the leash came in the room, we were aghast. It was Mistress. Only she wore chains and rings like ours, Master brought her to us and said, "Kneel. Muriel Gruener is now just Muriel. She is now your sister in slavery. Remember when I first introduced you. I told you she was familiar with women in bondage. She has been a slave for several masters since she was eighteen. She has joined your ranks on the same terms as you. You are all free to leave anytime. Now you are all equal, and all mine."

  He continued, " You may talk for a few moments. Stan is waiting for you in the shop. He is going to adjust your chains. You are both more fit, thanks to Muriel's excellent training," he set the case on the floor and left.

  "Mistress, you never told us." She was just as elegant in her rings and chains as when she was free and clothed. She raised poise to a new level.

  "Emily, dear, you must not call me mistress. I am Muriel. You can be punished for showing disrespect to mistresses by laying that title on a slave." But, as Master said, I am an experienced slave and I have served several masters."

  "But, how many masters are there. I never heard of any before I answered the ad."

  "There are many men and a few women who own slaves. They are secretive, but know each other. We are the lucky ones. We are allowed to choose our master and whether we stay. Most girls have no choice. They are simply property. That is a choice that the masters make. Think how easy it would have been to simply kidnap you and put you in chains. You could never get away."

  "Muriel, why did you decide to be a slave with us?"

  "Really, its the strangest thing. As soon as I saw you two, I fell in love with your rings. I have been a slave for many years and several masters. I have met many other slave girls. Yours was the first truly beautiful and functional nose ring. I decided then that I would join you, if possible, after your training finished." She stood up and moved her hands to her front. She had not had them locked behind her at all. "Actually, I am a little early, since your training is not, quite finished. Master has appointed me First Girl. You will address me as Ma'am. Not Mistress. 'Mistress' is reserved for free females. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Ma'am," we both said.

  "Today you will learn to use plugs for all your holes. Now we will go see Stan." She put leashes on our nose rings, picked up the case Master had left, and led us out.

  Stan was waiting for us in his shop. He took Denise and I into a small room at the end of his bench. He locked Denise and my collars to wall rings, then he left and closed the door. "I wonder why he separated us? I thought he was just going to adjust our belts. Mine has gotten loose."

  Denise shook her head and said, "Its just another way to keep us ignorant of what's happening. He's probably getting more instructions about us from Mis... Muriel."

  I heard Muriel's voice through the door. She said loudly, "No, that is not right. It is not what is supposed to happen. Then there was silence.

  When Stan opened the door, he took me out. Muriel was not in sight.

  He took me to the workbench and locked a chain to my collar. He took off my waist band and fiddled with it for some time and when he put it back on me, it was considerably tighter. When he was done, I could only take small breaths. "Master, this is tight. I can't breathe."

  He said, "You will adjust so that tomorrow it will just feel tight. In a week, it will feel normal."

  He unlocked the chain from my collar and took me to the large wooden frame on the wall. He strapped me to it , back to the wall, so I couldn't move. My knees were pulled farther apart than my ankles. He removed my chastity belt and took it back to his bench. After some loud noises he returned and locked it back on me. It felt different, but I couldn't see or touch it, so I waited.

  Another trip to the bench and he returned carrying a toolbox. He did something to my loins with clinking and dinging and pulling. I knew my chastity belt covered my rings so I didn't know what was happening. He unstrapped me from the frame. I stepped forward and felt something brush my thighs. There was a loud dinging and I felt a pull on my labia rings. I looked down and saw my rings were sticking through my chastity belt. Each ring now dangled a chain with a large bell on the end. The bells hung just above my knees. Great, I thought. Master is playing with us again. Cats were belled to protect the mice. You bell a girl to shame her and make her stand out. It works.

  Stan took me to the other end of the workshop and I saw Muriel. My bells dinged at every step as they banged against my legs. She was wearing a chastity belt and bells just like mine. She was standing locked to a wall ring. We smiled the forlorn smiles of shared chagrin. There was nothing we could do but wear our bells with grace. He locked me beside her and went back, presumably to do Denise.

  "Hi, I take it you weren't expecting your belt and bells?"

  "No," she said, "It was quite a surprise. I was still supposed to be your trainer and exempt from several small indignities. I guess he changed the deal. My only option now is to walk away and I don't want to do that. I guess I will just accept it. I hope he doesn't change our deal any further."

  "Well, we were already pretty noisy with our ankle chains. This isn't much worse." We were quiet after that and waited for Denise.

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p; Stan came and took us back to his work bench. Harold was there. Soon Harold had us locked in a coffle with our collars linked by four feet of chain. Denise, then me then Muriel. He put a leash on Denise and led us, single file, our bells ringing at every step, back to the house. He took us to the living room. Master and the clothing designer, Susan, were waiting for us with several large boxes. Harold took off Denise's leash and freed our hands, but left us neck chained together.

  Susan looked at us and said, "John, you have a third girl. I didn't make anything for her, but she looks about the same size as Emily. Let's see." She took out a tape measure and measured Muriel, everywhere. Then she said, "Yes, most of the things I have for Emily will fit her. What's her name?"

  Master simply said, "She is Muriel"

  There was a large mirror on one wall and Susan had us line up facing it. She opened a box and took out some silvery cloth. She handed it to Denise and said, "Try this on."

  Denise held it up and unfolded it. It was a "dress." I use the word cautiously. She dropped it over her head. The chains joining our necks was not a problem. After Denise got it smoothed down, I zipped up the back. It wasn't topless, quite. There were two straps over her shoulders with velcro fastenings. Her breasts were snugly cradled in a completely transparent material. There was a hole that each nipple, ring. and aureole filled. the waist had two inch holes positioned over her waistband's rings. There was a short skirt of translucent material that covered her to mid-thigh. Her rings shown through it murkily and her bells hung well below the hem. It was worse than being naked. All Denise's girl parts were well displayed. Of course her collar, cuffs, and ankle chains were unhindered.

  Then Susan gave me a dress in shiny red satin. Denise helped me get it on. I looked like a two bit whore. That was better than reality since I gave it away to anyone. Mine also had a short skirt but there was no transparent or translucent material. My breasts were larger than Denise, so Susan had opted to showcase them. The dress had two round holes lined with strong elastic. Denise helped me push and pull them through the way too small holes. When I had the dress all the way on, my breasts were compressed at the base. They looked like red, round balloons with large rose nipples pierced by large gold rings. Just getting dressed had aroused me. I was glowing almost the same color as the dress. Denise had grasped my nipples and rings to help pull my breasts through the holes. I had pushed from behind. I wanted someone in me ASAP.