I nod my acquiescence, and he kneels in front of me. As he reaches around the back of my head, he unties the bonds that hold that disgusting ball in my mouth. It comes lose and I immediately shut my jaw. Oh, blessed relief. Then I feel a cool liquid that tastes divine. He's giving me sips of chilled water. Never has water tasted so good.
“Good girl,” he says to me. “Now I’d like to explain all this to you, if you’re wiling to listen?” He asks.
I nod, my mouth still too painful for me to talk.
“My intentions are exactly the same,” he begins. “I’ve brought you to a special place. A place where we have helped other women like yourself. Women who have suffered terrible isolation. Introverts, recluses, call them what you will. Like you, they are reticent and timid in their nature. Here you will be forced to do things that you would never imagine doing. Acts that may make you feel degraded and debased, but will in the long run make you feel empowered.” He pauses for a few seconds, watching me, but I say nothing. I'm sure I will process his words in time, but right now, everything he is saying is so completely alien so as to not make any sense to me. He continues. “We have a high success rate, so I’m confident we can help you. I'm to be your mentor, and it is important that you put your trust in me, Celeste. I only want what’s best for you. You will find the things I ask of you unusual at first, but always remind yourself, you're cared for by the best. There is a reason you're going through this program. One day, you will thank us for changing your life around. Do you think you can trust me?”
I nod that I do. I don't really believe it as my head bobs up and down, but I’m so tired I’d say yes to anything. I also want to appease him until I can get my head straight enough to plan my escape route. Clearly the man was a psycho, and I was in some pretty real danger. Oh, Jesus, I wanted to pee again. I clenched my bladder in a tight and unyielding ball. No way I was going to give my captor the satisfaction of me pissing myself again.
“I’m going to untie you, and I want you to get some sleep. When you wake up you will eat, and then I'll put you through the first part of your program. I'll be there to support you. Now rest, my flower, for soon you'll be blooming.” He takes a document from his pocket, along with a pen. “Before I leave you to sleep, I need you to sign something, Celeste. It's a consent form. We can't enrol you into the program without it.”
His words are soothing, I admit. As is the look in his eyes. I see a deep and true earnestness there. His handsome features crinkle in a comic gesture, and he smiles at me. I all of a sudden feel a loyalty to him. I've no idea why, but already he has opened something in me I didn't know existed. An ambition to please this man. To be play dough in his hands. He seems to be genuine in his care for me. I like that. I do like the thought of being the center of his attention. After he unties me, I sign the form, my eyes barely leaving the rugged contours of his face. He pushes me gently back onto a clean soft rug he pulled from a shelf moments earlier. I feel sleep taking me over almost immediately. Nathan lays something like a cashmere blanket over me, it's so soft and cuddly. I'm about to let my yes close, when Nathan leans over and puts his tender, moist lips to my forehead. He kisses me gently. He does care about me, and I’m glad he’s going to be my mentor. Wanting to relax and sleep, I can't help thinking of the words “debased” and “degraded.” Thoughts buzz around my head, causing me some consternation. It seems an eternity before I finally slip into a fitful sleep.
* * *
Nathan: Breaking Her In
“Do you think you can break her,” Dr Clarkson asks, as we watch Celeste through the two way glass.”
“Yes, yes I do," I nod with my reply. "She's already beginning to trust me, and soon I feel I'll be able to control her completely.”
“Well, Paul thinks she’s ideal too. So much so, he's got $5000 on you breaking her, but I’m not so sure.”
Dr. Paul Bradham is an eminent Social Psychologist, who works with many young people that feel distanced from society. His renowned expertise is world wide, and he's helped many disenfranchised youngsters. His endorsement encourages me to believe, even more so, that Celeste will be successful. It may seem cruel, betting on the outcome of our experiments, but we all do it. It's like a side show to the main event. None of us do it for the money, we're all wealthy enough, but it adds a little extra professional interest.
“And what about you, John, have you put your money on my success?”
“Already done it, Nathan. All done and dusted,” he smiles at me. “I have to say though, mine's on you losing this one. She’s one of the entitled, comes from a rich family with everything laid out for her. She'll like to get her own way. No. Sorry, Nathan, this one will be difficult to crack.”
I’ve made a start on gaining Celeste’s trust, and I’m determined to prove my eminent colleague wrong. I’m sure she already feels that I'm on her side. Today's little experiment should reinforce that.
We both look on at Celeste, who looks a little forlorn in the cage she's in at the moment. Her hands are bound behind her back, strapped up with leather bonds, all the way up to her elbows. Around her neck is a thick leather collar, with a chunky metal ring. She's eaten today, but as part of her training, the food's put in bowls on the floor. The only way she can eat and drink, is to push her face into the bowls. By using her tongue, teeth and lips, she can get the food into her mouth. Some of our participants refuse to eat this way, at first. When hunger and thirst set in, it gets the better of them, and their dignity is soon forgotten. Celeste, I’m pleased to see, has given in straight away. The food bowl is almost empty, and she has the remains of her breakfast all over her face.
While we watch, the metal door opens and in walks Bella, one of the dominatrix that works for us. Dressed in a full leather outfit with a leather waistcoat and tight skirt, she has a chain in her hands.
Celeste look nervous as she watches Bella. As she approaches the cage, Celeste backs away to the opposite side. Despite her obvious nervousness, she manages to pluck up the courage to question Bella.
“Where is Nathan Gunn," her voice trembles. "He’s my mentor and he’s going to help me get out of here.”
“Don’t you worry none about Dr. Gunn," Bella replies to Celeste’s question. "He’ll be along soon enough. Right now, I’m gonna open the cage. Then you're going to come with me. Do you understand, Celeste?”
“I’m going nowhere without Nathan,” Celeste says with a defiant tone.
“There are a few rules you need to understand, bitch," Bella says in a low but menacing voice. She's one of our best, so I trust her. "You do as I say, when I say it. Failure to do so will lead to punishment that you will not like, I promise you.”
Celeste seems to shrink inside the cage, at Bella’s words. She presses her back harder against the bars, as if it were a means of escape. Still, I’m impressed with her as she stutters out another question.
“Can I…I clean my face up first?” She asks a little hesitant. “Why am I treated like this? Tied up all the time, and forced to eat like a dog?”
Bella says nothing, instead she turns and leaves the room. A few seconds later, she returns carrying a bucket. As she approaches the cage, she throws the contents of the bucket over Celeste, drenching her. Poor Celeste, if she looked forlorn and pathetic earlier, she looks beaten now.
“Anything else?” Bella asks with sarcasm.
Celeste shakes her head in response, water drips down her face.
Bella opens the cage and enters again. “Turn around,” she snaps, and Celeste follows the order. The poor girl flinches as Bella touches her arms to unravel the bonds. Once she's finished, Bella steps back and commands Celeste to face her, which she does.
“Strip.”
“Whhhat do you mean?” I hear the tremor in her voice.
Bella doesn't reply, but her hand flashes out and strikes the girl across her cheek. Not too hard, but hard enough to rock Celeste’s head back.
“Yo….you can't do that to me. Nathan prom…"
Crack. Once again the sound of her palm on the girls cheek reverberates around the room, stunning Celeste into silence.
“Strip, I wont tell you again.”
With shaking hands, Celeste begins to remove her wet clothes. Soon, she's stood there in only her bra and panties.
“Everything!” Bella barks out her order.
“Please I ca…” Bella raises her hand and Celeste flinches, immediately silenced.
With a deep sigh of resignation, she unhooks her bra and it falls to the floor. Her pert breasts hang free, nipples already stiff and erect from the cold water. Finally, hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, she pulls them down and steps out of them.
We both look on at the naked girl before us. Celeste has an athletic body, well suited for the rigors of ballet dancing, firm and supple. Her breasts are pert, with a perfect gentle curve, topped with a cherry red nipple. Her stomach is completely flat, and a tight waist angles in a curvaceous fashion. Long legs and shapely, with a light covering of pubic hair at the peak, where they meet in a V. Hands that hang limp at her sides. Her posture indicates that she's completely beaten. I can hear my colleagues labored breathing, as we both take in her nakedness.
“I still think your going to fail, Nathan. I’m gonna enjoy watching your protege.”
I understand what he means, she is a real beauty, and I find myself longing to run my hands on her soft naked skin. I'm shocked at my feelings, I’m used to naked subjects, and rarely do they effect me like this. Celeste is affecting me in strange ways, and I don’t understand why.
Bella orders Celeste to turn, and she does, without question. Then, Bella pulls her arms back and e-binds her hands, before turning her around. She hooks the metal chain into the link on her collar, then leads her out of the cage and through the door.
I go to the Theater and sit at the rear of the room, where I can watch unobserved by those on the stage. It's important for this session, that Celeste doesn’t realize I'm here. We call this room the Theater, because it’s where we study our subjects. It's not a public Theater, but for members only. Every member is a psychology professional, with a specialist interest in human behavior. The history of this group is long and varied. It started fifty years ago by a visionary doctor, Pierre Palez. His revolutionary therapy, using BDSM, helped scores of introvert people. Every subject underwent stringent studies by one of the members. Their case discussed at the Board, before they can gain access to the services of this unique club. Every subject is an adult, over eighteen, so Celeste only just made that one. Someone has to mentor them, to avoid complications. No matter how stringent the checks, some unsuitable candidates slip through. They know little of what is about to happen to them, other than they must trust their mentor.
I'm about to introduce Celeste to a whole new life. I just hope she learns to trust me for my guidance.
The lights dim and we all look down at the stage, which is in darkness. One spotlight beams down, and lights up Celeste, who is completely naked. She turns her head away from the bright light that dazzles her. Her arms are still strapped behind her, forcing her back to arch and pushing her breasts out in front of her. She has a leather collar around her neck, with a chain leash that Bella holds. This is Celeste’s first test. Will she pass, or will she completely break down? We will know soon enough.
Bella leads Celeste by the chain, and takes her to the "horse." The spotlight follows them, as they move across the stage. The "horse" is a waist high leather covered piece of equipment, as in a vaulting horse. As they approach the implement, I see that Celeste stops. She's anxious about what's going to happen, and tries to step back. Bella has a firm grip on her chain, and yanks her towards herself, almost causing the poor girl to stumble. As Bella steps closer to Celeste, I can see her flinch, but Bella doesn’t strike the girl. Instead she whispers something that we can’t hear. Whatever it is, it does the trick. Celeste steps up to the horse. When instructed to do so, she bends over the implement. Her bare buttocks become elevated, and exposed to the onlookers. Bella moves around to the other side and bends down, out of our sight. I know from experience that she's fastening the chain into a hook that's on the floor. She stands, checking the chain is secure, before returning to the other side of the horse. This time, in her hand is a paddle, a little like a table tennis bat but bigger, but this paddle is not for striking balls.
I see Celeste desperate, and trying to turn her head to see what's happening. The secure chain is tight, and she has restricted movement. Just as well, because I'm not sure how she'd take it, if she could see the bat in Bella’s hands. I hold my breath in expectation. the dominatrix raises the bat above her head, holds it there a few seconds, then brings it down fast. It meets with Celeste’s upturned ass. A loud crack rings out around the Theater, followed by Celeste’s cry of pain. Bella raises the bat again, and brings it down again, cracking onto Celeste's bare flesh. She screams out in pain and begs for Bella to stop.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The bat slaps against Celeste’s bare buttocks. Her cries of pain turn into wails of agony, as Bella is relentless. The blows are not hard. It's the constant striking that becomes painful, as the bat finds the same target time after time. Even from here I can see the redness of her buttocks, that were a pale white color only a few moments ago.
“Please," Celeste begs. "Please, no more.” Undeterred by her pleas, Bella continues with the treatment. “Dr Gunn promised me,” she manages to sob out between the blows. "He said he'd help me."
I'm pleased that she acknowledges my promise, and that she's not stuttering. I stand. It's time to bring this session to an end.
“Enough,” I call out. “Take her away.”
“Yes, Dr. Gunn, Bella responds, before striking her buttocks one last time.
Freeing Celeste from her chains, she leads her back out of the Theater, and I hear Celeste pitiful sobs. The first session has gone to plan. She's received the first treatment. While she'll be uncomfortable and sore. she has no physical damage. More important, she knows I rescued her from this, it will increase the trust between us.
* * *
Celeste: In a Spin
I’ve just had the most degrading experience of my entire life. I have no idea what has just happened to me, other than some crazy woman has just beat my ass red raw. I wish I could speak to Nathan. He stopped her from beating me. If this is part of the special treatment, then I hate it, and I want no further part. And, I'm going to let Nathan know as much as soon as I see him. I'm breaking my contract and getting out of this fucking craziness. I feel an anger burn in my insides, and for the first time in my life I feel something like indignation. I suddenly realize this and burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. I am feeling indignation, and I'm planning on giving Nathan a piece of my mind! I have never been in a situation, predicament or circumstance before where it would ever ALLOW me to feel this way, or even act this way. I was all of a sudden jubilant. Maybe this program really had something to it? I didn't know. I did feel quite unexpectedly open to it somewhat, however.
At least that horrible woman hasn’t taken me back to that cage where I slept last night. Instead she’s brought me to a small room. It's sparsely furnished, but there's a few chairs to sit on, not that I feel like sitting just yet. There's also a few bunk beds against the far wall. I can see some personal items lying across one of them, and another of them dishevelled and unmade. Are there others like me here? I think to myself. Leather-Bitch took off the collar that I'd had put around my neck. Then she left me here, saying nothing and locking the door behind her. There aren't any windows, but there's another door on the opposite wall. I open it, pleased to see it's not locked, and there before me is a bathroom with a toilet, basin and shower. There are even clean fresh white towels on the racks.
I'm so happy; a shower is just what I need. Soon the hot water is pulsating against my skin, but I avoid putting my stinging posterior under the torrent of fluid. As I lather up, I'm gripped by anger again, a
nd then a kind of power when I get that feeling that I could have tore a strip off Nathan had he entered my cell after my ass spanking. I can't help but a tentative smile touch my lips. Is there another version of Celeste buried under this useless, unassuming exterior? I reduce the heat of the water until it turns cool. Turning my back on the spray, I let the chilled flow ease my stinging ass cheeks. The relief is almost instant.
Where does Nathan fit into all this weirdness? It was definitely him who rescued me from the stage, because I recognized his voice. At that moment in time, I felt an eternal gratefulness, but now I’m not so sure. His good looks, charm, and calm authoritative demeanor allowed me to trust him. I feel myself blush at the thought that he's seen me naked. Then, I realize that the thought induces a warm feeling between my legs. A wonderful feeling radiates up to my tummy, and to the tips of my breasts, making my nipples tingle. Whoa! Where did that come from? I’ve just had a whupping from a crazy domme, and here I am, feeling aroused. My body and mind are tingling with an excitement I've never really experienced before. An emergence of a Celeste I don't recognize at all. And it's thrilling!
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