by Alan Horn
Muriel said it would be easiest to put Angela in her bed tonight. Both Denise and I wanted to try her out in bed, assuming some of us weren't in the chastity belts. Muriel didn't think that would happen often. I didn't just want to try more sex with her. I had slept with Denise for a couple of years and I wanted to try a little variety. Even if sex wasn't allowed. There were other ways for girls to enjoy each other. Since Muriel was our trainer she had the duty to put us away at night. She had the decision to make. I pleaded for some variety. She just said maybe. I think she wanted first crack at Angela. But I didn't say so. She still had the whip. Harold came in, locked our hands behind us, leashed us and led us upstairs. We Started our exercises.
Jake took Angela to the workshop. Stan and Melody were waiting. Jake removed Angela's leg irons and her pants and thong. He opened one handcuff and locked her to a ring in the bench. He left her to Stan.
Stan let us watch, but from across the shop. Stan worked with practiced skill and was soon done. Angela was naked, collared and chained. Stan called Melody over. This was the first time Angela had been naked in front of strangers. Her impulse was to turn away from them, but realized the futility of that, so she just stood there blushing.. She was young and in good shape. The exercises would firm her up and trim a few pounds.
Melody said, "Hello miss. I'm Melody and I'm going to put your rings in. You saw the other girls, I'm told. Do you understand what's going to happen now?"
"Yes, I guess so. Do you have to do it now?"
"In this place, you must call me 'Mistress' and Stan 'Master.'" Do you understand. We are supposed to punish you if you don't."
"I'm sorry, Mistress, Angela said, " Nobody told me that."
"That's all right, Miss. From now on, if you fail, you will be whipped." Melody took her arm and led her off to her corner, saying, "Come with me."
Angela felt mentally numb. Her mind kept repeating "I agreed to be a slave. For two years. I agreed to be a slave. For two years...
Melody guided her to the chair and strapped her down. Angela was quiet, staring at nothing. Melody stimulated her nipples and watched them grow. The needle went in and Angela started. She looked down at the needle and smiled. It startled Melody. No one had ever smiled when she pierced her nipple.
Angela, felt the sting as the needle penetrating her nipple and started. She was strapped down so only her head moved. The cold hard metal pierced her reverie as well as her flesh. A fierce determination filled her soul. Her life was changing. She had a role now. She wouldn't float on the surface any more. She could and would dig in. She would succeed at something at last. If she had to be a slave girl, then she would be the best. She wanted to shout, Hurry!
What I did was smile and say "Thank you, Mistress." When Melody was done with my piercings they hurt with a dull pain. Not as bad as I feared. She released me from the chair and I stood. I almost fell on my face. The motion of the heavy rings in my labia caused me to jump. Not because they hurt. It was the jolt of passion they sent to my core. My right leg sprang forward but it was jerked up short by my new ankle chain. My weight was already shifting. I was falling forward, unable to catch myself with my arms locked behind me. Melody was ready for this and caught me. One hand clamped on my breast and made the ring dance. A second jolt hit me loins and I was so close to coming. I gasped.
Melody looked at me with a wry grin and said, "You're ready aren't you. The chains and rings always grab hold of a girl's pussy real quick. Walk over to the mirror and look at yourself. Tell me what you see."
I gathered myself and said, "Yes, mistress," and turned toward the wall. Melody held my upper arm as I walked. I looked at myself. I was so different. I had rarely seen myself naked. I never studied myself. I think I was afraid of what I would see. Now I saw an erotic vision. the girl in the mirror was helpless in her chains. She was a slave girl. Her master had put gold rings in her labia, nipples and nose. She was controlled. She would be punished for any reason or no reason. just for master's pleasure. She was the subjugated. She was glorious. She was smiling. "I look happy. I like the way I look. I have always been afraid of looking weak. I thought people would take advantage of me. Now I'm helpless and I want to be fucked. I look like sex. One of the girls I talked to before I agreed to be master's slave made love to me. I had never done that before. Mistress, would you like to make love to me?"
Melody smiled and said, "Of course Honey. Now that you are a full slave, both Stan and I will have you service us. You just told me you were inexperienced. To make love well, you will need some experience. If you try hard and obey my instructions, I will make you come also. No man except your master is allowed to fuck you in your vagina. Is this clear?"
"Yes, mistress." She clipped a chain leash on my nose ring and led me to Stan. I was helpless. I couldn't use my hands, my feet were chained. I was following a leash on my nose ring. She told him she was going to "do" me and then she'd bring me back to him. She led me to a bedroom at the end of the shop. It looked like she lived there at least part time. She led me to a couch and used the chain from my collar to lock my ankles to a couch leg. She said, "Kneel there," pointing to a spot.
I knelt and she lifted her skirt up. She was naked and shaved. She had a tattoo above her pussy. "Take me, I'm yours."
Melody took hold of my nose ring and pulled me to her pussy. She smelled clean and sweet. She left her finger through my ring. She held the ring right up against her skin. just above her slit.
"Lick my labia," she commanded. I started licking. I am a complete novice with making love to a woman. This felt good, erotic. I never thought of myself as submissive. But following her orders and making her come felt right and good. I wondered why it was not more common? I wondered if I was a natural slave. I could not imagine a more subjugated act than this. I was helpless. I was being held in place by my nose ring. By a woman. I was even lower than if I was sucking off a man. I had done a few blow jobs. That seemed tame by comparison. It just seemed right for a woman to worship a man's cock. It was normal. This was unnatural and fun.
I followed her orders, just licking her labia lips. Soon she began moaning and I wondered if I should do something different. I felt labia spread apart. She said, "Faster, Honey. Deeper" I licked faster and thrust my tongue between her lips. I tasted her love juices and they were good sweet. Like sweet, thin honey. She moaned and said, "Suck my clit, slave." I took her hard nub into my mouth and sucked hard. She exploded, flooding my mouth with her love juices and screaming. I kept sucking. As she relaxed, I stopped licking and sucking. Melody still held my nose ring against her body. I waited and she pushed my head upright. She still held my nose ring.
She said, "Angela, for a first time, that was excellent. You followed my orders exactly and gave me a good climax. Now I will give you one, in a little different way. She got up and walked to a straight back chair, making me crawl on my knees behind her. She sat on the chair and made me lay across her lap, face down. She put her right leg over my legs and spanked me. The first slap was unexpected and stung. She alternated cheeks and kept up a slow, steady rhythm. Soon I was panting, trying not to scream. None of the blows was too bad, but my belly stared to heat up after the first two or three. Soon I was moaning and was close to coming. Then she pushed her fingers into my pussy and began stroking my clit. I exploded with a loud scream and whimpered as she kept on rubbing. I squirmed but was held fast. Soon I came again, even stronger than the first."
When I recovered, she released my legs and said, "Kneel." After I was on my knees, she said, " spread your knees wide, arch your back, thrust your breasts out. Keep your head high, eyes on the floor." I obeyed as best I could. She said, " This is your kneeling position. Work hard on perfecting it." She took my leash and led me back to Stan. I was happy. I had just had another orgasm, a good one. I had eaten out my first woman and liked it. I was going to like being a slave. Now I was going to give Stan a great blow job.
After I had pleasured Stan I was feeling proud. Stan took me back
to the house and handed my leash off to a man named Harold. He took me to a gymnasium where the girls were exercising. He gave my leash to Muriel. I had heard her name before, but I hadn't remembered. I saw her name inscribed on her collar. I looked around and saw "Emily" and "Denise" on their collars too.
Emily gave me a look that said, "You're mine and I'm going to fuck you soon." I gave her back a look that said, "Yes, I'm yours and I want you to fuck me."
I had recognized that these girls were pretty when they talked to me before. But now, I was struck dumb with their beauty and grace. These were world class beauties. I could see them judging me. I hoped I could come to approach their quality in time.
I saw that Denise and Emily's hands were locked to the back of their belts like mine. Muriel's hands were free and she was holding a whip. It looked like Muriel was telling the truth when she said she was the trainer.
Muriel pulled me closer and said, "I am a slave, like you. In this class I am your mistress. You will obey me or receive punishment. Now I need to assess your fitness. Do you exercise often?"
I said, "No, mistress."
She made me kneel and adjusted my position. Then she ran me through several more positions. It was hard to get into these poses with my hands locked to the small of my back. My chained ankles didn't exactly help, either. I struggled at first. She made me repeat them over and over. She told me how I should place my body the first time. When I made a mistake I received a whip stroke. I learned fast. I was sweating when she stopped. I had become more graceful with practice. I had thin red whip marks all over my body, but I felt triumphant. The last time through I did not receive a single stroke. I passed.
While I was being trained Emily and Denise knelt on the sidelines and watched. When I happened to see them they did not look bored but rather calm, disciplined. They were both so beautiful, like Greek sculptures of chained goddesses.
Muriel said, "Denise, Emily, come here. She clipped leashes on their nose rings and led us over to a large wood table. There were four rings on the table edge. We knelt in line, collars touching the table edge. She clipped our collars to the rings and removed our leashes. She laid a bright red rubber or plastic object in front of each of us. She held one in her hand. Muriel said, "girls, this is a penis gag. It is also a dildo." One end of the gag was a large ball, the other was a phallus. It was long and wide and ridged. There was a metal ring on each end. It was so big it was scary. I didn't want it in my mouth.
Muriel said, "Either end may go in your mouth, depending on master's wishes. Watch." She opened her mouth and inserted the ball end in her mouth. It was a tight fit. She bit down on it and used her hand to flex the protruding penis. She pulled it out and said, "you can see how one can pleasure a man or woman in that position as well as keeping you quiet." Then she inserted the penis end into her mouth. She pushed it down her throat until the ball was completely in her mouth. She bit down on the ball. Her mouth could not contain the ball. Maybe a third of its red circumference still showed, and the steel ring. She grasped the ring and pulled it out. She said, "that position is only good for keeping you quiet and learning to deep throat a penis. You may have to overcome a gag reflex if you have not gone this deep before. Now I am going to have each of you try it."
She walked around the table and stopped by Emily. She said, "Open." She sounded just like my dentist. Emily opened her mouth and she thrust the penis in part way, then pulled it out. She repeated. going deeper until Emily gagged. She said, "That's normal. Repetition makes it go away. She gave Emily a drink of water and said, "Open." She started the process and finally Emily was able to take the whole thing in and close her mouth around the ball. Muriel said, Keep it in place.
Muriel went to Denise and repeated the gag training. After the first gag reflex, Denise refused to continue, despite a few stripes from the whip. Muriel said "You have earned a punishment session." and came to me. Luckily, I found it easy. I only gagged once and found by relaxing I could take it all. I think I could have taken a longer phallus if I had to.
Muriel put our leashes on and released us from the table. We followed her into what I would call a punishment room. There were a lot of items of equipment I recognized from movies. Muriel clipped Emily and my leashes to a wall ring and ordered us to kneel. She took Denise to a trapeze bar and locked a chain from the middle of the bar to her collar. She went to a wall switch and raised the bar until Denise was on tiptoes. Then she locked her wrists to the ends of the bar and unlocked the collar. Leather straps went on Denise's legs at the knee and ropes used to tie them to floor rings. Denise's knees were open but the ropes weren't tight. Muriel then lifted the bar until Denise's feet were off the ground her knees pulled wide apart. She removed Denise's chastity belt. Denise was silent. Muriel left the room. We were kneeling and gagged. We didn't dare spit the gags out. I had a million questions, but slave girls must learn patience. I guess we were getting an object lesson in discipline and obedience. I know I was. I was never going to disobey.
Emily and I looked at each other but we were helpless and gagged. I looked at every inch of her. She was wearing a chastity belt. I wasn't. I wondered whether it was oversight or intention. No way to tell. Leaning closer I smelled her. There was sweat, musk and something floral. It was heady stuff, having her scent in my nostrils and her helpless body almost touching me. I wanted to lick her all over. She smelled good enough to eat. I scrunched closer to her. She looked at me and smiled around the gag. But she shook her head, so I stopped. She was right. This was not the right time.
A long time passed. I studied Denise, hanging by her wrists from the bar. She didn't move. She bowed her head, as if in prayer, her eyes closed. She was so exquisite I strained to memorize every curve, every shadow for posterity. It was a picture I had seen created but it had changed since then. Denise's rebellious flesh and muscle had relaxed. All the tension had drained away. The chained beauty hung motionless, without a single twitch. Her weight hung from her wrists and their implacable cuffs. Her toes floated several inches off the floor. Denise's femininity, with fatigue and pain, had blossomed into a vision of resigned helplessness.
I sunk into the river of complete subjugation flowing from the chained form. Her suspension had not marred her lovely form. Her breasts were taut cones. Her Venus Mound was thrust forward. Her belly was flat under the accentuated ribs. Her fingers were limp, grasping not even futile hope. Denise endured her punishment in silence.
The door opened and master entered, leading Muriel by a leash to her nose ring. Her hands locked behind her and the penis gag in her mouth. He knelt her next to us and clipped her leash to the same ring as ours then he took a whip from a rack and approached Denise. He said, "Denise, the punishment for disobedience is twenty lashes. You will count the strokes out loud, thank me for correcting you, and ask for another. If you fail to do any of these things I will start over. If you beg for leniency the punishment will be 25 strokes. Is that clear?"
Denise said, "Yes, master."
The first stroke left a thin red streak across the top of her buttocks. Denise squealed. Then she said, One, Master, Thank you for correcting me. May I please have another?" Denise contained her screams of pain for the next ten strokes, then she could no longer keep quiet. She screamed at the next five, then her mouth only issued moans for the next four. For the twentieth stroke, master took careful aim and swung up through her legs. The tip of the vicious cut landed square on her pussy. Denise let out a thunderous shriek and climaxed. Her body shook in the restraints. Her eyes closed and she gasped at every contraction of her belly.
Master replaced the whip in the rack and led all three of us out of the punishment room. He took us up to our room and left us there, hands still locked behind us. He said, " "Remove your gags and clean them." He removed our leashes and left. We managed to spit them into the sink and found a rack for them sitting on the counter. It was not easy to clean them with our hands locked behind us, but we managed.
Now we were three women, sis
ters in slavery, sitting naked on the carpeted floor. Emily spoke first. She said, That's the worst punishment you can get, disobedience is not worth it. You would think she'd learn. Maybe she likes it."
"You mean she's gotten that before?"
"Yup," said Emily, "that's her third session hanging for the whip. I wouldn't have done it, but she's always been headstrong. She wants to be the master sometimes. Most of the time she's content being the slave."
"Did you know her before here?"
"Oh, yeah," Emily responded, "we lived together for a couple of years before coming here. She was the dominant and I was the sub. Worked for me. I wasn't sure she could handle being a slave, but she insisted."
Muriel said, "I have seen resistance in her face several times, but she usually fights it back. She'll learn. The confused ones always get it sooner or later."
"So, I'm confused. Both of you sound like this is old hat to you. Is slavery not illegal everywhere? Emily, you sound like you and Denise chose to be slaves, like going on a cruise."
Muriel answered first, "Angela, female slavery is as old as the human race. WOmen are smaller and weaker than men. It is unnatural to consider us equal. Many Many women find it to be natural to obey men. It is reassuring and the sex is incredible. Yes, it is common although well hidden in the West."