by Alan Horn
Oh God. What can I do? She will whip me anyway. I don't want to be whipped. I can't stand this much pain. She wants me to ask. I must comply. I survived single stripes before. "Mistress, please whip me as much as I need."
"All right, Miss Henderson. You will receive six strokes. I want you to count them and thank me for each one. You may scream. Some girls think it relieves the pain."
The first stroke left a fiery line on my ass. It hurt so bad. I wanted to scream but managed to keep it in. I was proud of not screaming. I wanted to show I was stronger than the pain. I gasped and stamped my feet, but that was all. "One. Thank you Mistress."
She paused before the next stroke. When it landed, its pain compounded the residual hurt from the first stroke. It was too much. I lost control. I screamed and danced around for some time. I regained control and was ashamed of how poorly I behaved. I knew I was beyond control. The pain was too great. She would kill me with six. I couldn't stand it. "Two. Thank you, Mistress."
The pain crescendoed for each of the rest. I behaved miserably. My helpless screams and gyrations must have gladdened the heart of everyone watching. I was completely out of control and begging for mercy. I managed to count and thank Mistress for each one, but only after a lot of commotion. Next time I would ask for a gag.
After the last stroke, I was left to hang for a long time. Mistress' parting words were, "Miss Henderson, think about what happened here. When I return, tell me what you learned."
I hurt. My feet were on the ground. My shoulders hurt if I let myself dangle, so I didn't. My ass felt like it had been cut to ribbons. I expected I was bleeding heavily from my tattered skin. I didn't feel any liquid running down my legs but it hurt like blazes. The wonder was that I survived. I thought I would die because I couldn't stand it. But I did stand it. I was unable to avoid the pain so I had to endure it. It was not pleasant, but I did endure it and I still lived.
I finally had a companion so I didn't have to fondle my chain. I had pain. I found that I could twirl my body around in a slow circle and increase my pain. The pain was lessened if I stayed still. I played with my pain like I used to scratch scabs until they bled. I had nothing else to do. Eventually Mistress returned.
"Miss Henderson, what did the whip teach you?"
"Mistress, I learned that I can endure pain and still live. Am I bleeding much?"
"I will forgive you that question. Silly girl. You are not bleeding at all. You only have some pretty red stripes on your ass." She lowered my hands and unlocked them from the chain. She pulled my wrists high on my back and locked them to the chain, close to my collar. Then she locked the end of the chain somewhere over my head.
Chapter 3: Pleasured
She put her arms around me and pulled me close. Her breasts were bare again or still. Her kiss was hard and delightful. Then, to my surprise more hands touched me. They stroked my sore ass and fondled my breasts. Someone started stroking my pussy. It felt like three or four people, women from their soft touch, were caressing me.
I heard soft clattering as if dozens of chains were being shaken all around me. I think at least some of these women were also chained. I didn't care. It felt so good to be touched.
It was an incredible feeling. So many women touching me in the most pleasant, stimulating way. The fingers dipped into my inner pussy and I felt arousal spreading through me. Soon I was gasping and pleading with them to do it harder, faster, deeper. I came with a great gush of love juice down my legs. I slumped and hung from my collar until someone lifted me. "Thank you, Oh, Thank you."
They didn't stop. The hands moved around. Someone else started kissing me. I had four wonderful orgasms before they stopped. No one said a word the whole time.
Someone released my chain from above. Several sets of hands walked me across the room until my hips were stopped by a horizontal wooden bar. My feet were tied down and I was bent forward over the bar until I was horizontal. My chain was fastened in front of me, holding me trapped against the bar.
I was hit by a massive desire. It was almost physical. I started and writhed in my chains. I needed to have a man in me. I needed to be fucked, hard. My pussy was sopping. I could feel my love juices running down my leg. I moaned and it turned into a scream of pleasure as fingers stroked my pussy. I screamed and pleaded to be fucked over and over. I was in desperate need and knew I would die then a huge cock plunged into my sopping cunt. It was a fitting climax to a surprising and increasingly wonderful set of events. I was taken to heaven with two strokes of this cock. I climaxed again and again as he pumped me up. Finally, I felt him come in me. His hot seed flowed into me like a geyser. I instantly climaxed my final time. It was overwhelming. It was glorious . I fainted. When I awoke, I was empty and still fastened over the bar. I was drained and happy. I was more content to be a slave than I ever expected. I wanted my sight back, but I didn't care about my chains any more. I had never felt this good when I was free. I wanted more and if it took being a helpless slave to get it, so be it.
Someone freed my chain and I raised up. My feet were untied and I was led to the bath. I really needed cleaning.
"Miss Henderson, did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yes, Mistress. I loved every minute of it, at least after the whipping. It was a really good way to recover."
She cleaned me up and took me back to my concrete bed. I didn't mind being there this time. I just wanted to sleep.
Gods and Mortals
"Well, Attas, she seemed to respond well. Did you help her?"
"Just gave her a little strength, Kratos. She was too weak to fully enjoy another orgasm after her prior climaxes. She reached her upper limit with my help. With a little more practice she will double her limit, I think."
"Good. Do you think its time to let her see again?"
"She's ready. She's docile now, but I looked in and saw her sense of innate pride is gone. Now she takes pleasure in obeying well. Her arrogance is only suppressed and could come back if we allow it. She needs more time serving and experiencing the benefits of service. Giving her sight back won't allow her to regress if she receives regular whippings."
"Do you have a preliminary forecast?"
"Preliminary, yes. Not near official. She is intelligent and inexperienced. She has been an attorney working on intellectual property for ten years. Never had a serious sexual relationship. Several one nighters. She is healthy and in good shape. She exercises at a gym and by running. For her species and gender she is in the top ten percent. Mentally, her focus is on material success. Not religious, Introverted. Independent. She hates the dependency we've put her into. Normally she ignores other people and is extremely curious about her environment. We're intentionally stifling those desires. She will be a superb slavegirl with a little more conditioning. She will still need training in slave skills. But she will learn quickly once properly conditioned."
"Your description reminds me of her mother."
"Good genes, similar environment. I'd be surprised if they were much different."
Sighted Again
I heard Mistress' footsteps approaching. I knelt keeping my posture as erect and proud as I was taught..
"Good morning, Miss Henderson. Are you ready for another adventure?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. I am so bored here, even a whipping sounds good."
"Be careful what you wish for Miss Henderson."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Today I'm taking you to meet your master."
"I really have a master, Mistress?"
"All the girls do, Miss Henderson. Female emancipation does not exist here, Miss Henderson."
"Oh. Can you tell me anything more?"
"No need. All you will ever need to know is obey your master and never speak without permission. Also, give him all the pleasure you can."
I was fed and bathed. Mistress then led me out of my room and a long distance away. When I felt a soft surface under my feet she ordered me to kneel. I don't know why, but I felt instant lust. I was aroused as h
ell and all I did was kneel.
A male voice said, "Cotys, your charge seems to be in good order. How is she doing?"
Now I knew. I had gone into arousal just by being near a man. Or was it because I was near my master? No, I remembered the restaurant. It looked like I lusted for any man here. Were they really men?
"Master, Miss Henderson is progressing ahead of schedule. She did not know she was a natural submissive and it took her a few days to learn that. Since then her obedience and acceptance have improved at a faster rate. She is about ready for formal skills training."
"Excellent, Cotys. Show me how she reacts under discipline."
Uh Oh. Not so good, I guess. I was ready to roll over and spread my legs and I was getting disciplined!
"Mistress said, "Miss Henderson. You are going to be whipped. Raise up high on your knees and put your forehead on the floor."
"Yes, Mistress." I put myself as directed. I resolved not to scream.
The first fiery stroke scalded my ass. I flinched, but didn't make a sound. I think I was getting used to a red ass. The blow didn't hurt as it had before. I knew I wouldn't die from it." One, Thank you Mistress."
"Two, Thank you Mistress." The second stroke didn't hurt. It was pure pleasure. I was ready to climax.
The third stroke landed square on my upraised ass. It was glorious. I don't know why I ever feared a whipping. This was beyond pleasure. It was heavenly. I climaxed loudly. My scream of pleasure vibrated in my ears. I felt my love juices flowing down my belly. I was chagrined at how easily I was forced to climax. I was thrilled to have such a wonderful orgasm. "Three,.. Mistress. Th..Thank you," I stumbled
The fourth stoke landed on my upper thigh and drove me back up the mountain toward another climax. It was heavenly. I moaned, "Four Mistress...Thank...you."
The fifth stroke hit just below my waist. It was the best one yet. I screamed with my second huge orgasm and nearly collapsed with my spasming belly. I managed to stay in position, barely. "F...Five, ..Mistress, Th..Thank you so much."
She waited and let me regain some measure of composure before her next blow landed on my ass. It shoved me back up to my peak of arousal. I was ready to come again. "Six. Thank you mistress."
"Six, Thank you, Mistress."
"That's enough, Cotys. You have trained her well. Good Job."
I hadn't moved through all six strokes and two huge orgasms. I was still so aroused I had trouble thinking of anything but his wonderful cock.
"Thank you, Master," I could hear the relief and pride in her voice. Hell, I felt proud of my resolve too. I was glad I had shown up well for Mistress." I know. I know. I was ashamed I had given in. I was a slave and happy to obey. I was even glad to accept a whipping to help my Mistress. How low I had sunk. And I was still aroused.
Is this all it took to enslave a woman. I wasn't a whiny, dependent woman. I was educated and doing just fine in a male dominated world. I had shown I could prevail over many men in my profession. After a few short weeks of blindness and pain I wouldn't say boo to any man or woman. Mistress had broken me to heel. I was la bitch in heat. I wanted the attention and praise of my Mistress so much, I would do anything. I wanted my master to take me now, hard. My helpless arousal in his presence and the pleasure of the whip destroyed my strength. I used to think of myself as tough. I was putty in anyone's hands now. I don't think I can ever recover. I know I am a slave. Mistress knows it and now so does the man she calls Master.
He said," Miss Henderson, what will you do if I remove your hood?"
Remove my hood? Would he? Oh God, I want it off so bad. "Master, I will do anything you want. Command me."
"Miss Henderson. I already own you. You will do anything I tell you to do or suffer the consequences. Aren't you offering me what I already have?"
"Master, of course I will obey you. If you choose to remove the hood and let me see again, I will willingly serve you and do my best to please you. The willing obedience of a woman can be more rewarding than simple obedience."
"Are you offering to love me if I return your sight?"
"I will more than love you master. I will make your joy my masterwork. I will bend every waking moment to finding new ways to please you." I didn't think about these words. They flowed unbidden from me. I would more than love anyone who gave me sight again."
"All right. I will test this claim of yours. Cotys would you please remove her hood. Miss Henderson, close your eyes. They have not seen light for some time so we will let them adjust slowly."
Over the weeks I had worn the hood, it had loosened enough that I could open my eyes. I still couldn't see, but it felt better. I heard his order and thought I would wait until the hood was loose before I closed my eyes. But , I realized I had already closed them. Correction, I didn't close them. They closed by themselves when he spoke. My brief time in the restaurant came back. He could control my body just by speaking a command. Shit. What have I gotten into?
I felt Mistress unlock the leather band that formed the bottom of the hood. I felt her loosen the laces running up the back of my head. My hair roots ached as the pressure was removed. At last, it was pulled forward and off my head. It snagged briefly on my nose ring before Mistress freed it. I longed to run my fingers over my scalp and finger comb my hair out of its long compressed state. But they were still locked to the back of my collar. Mistress ran her fingers over my head instead. It felt so good.
Light filtered redly through my closed eyelids. I held still, hoping that was the expected behavior of a slavegirl.
The man said, " My name is Attas. You must call me master. Stand up."
I did. He picked up the chain locked on my collar and led me out of the room. Soon we were outside. I felt wind and sun on my body. How wonderful to be back in the world of sensation. The light didn't seem too bright now. I tried to open one eye, just a teeny bit. My eyelid wouldn't budge. Apparently Master's command over my body didn't fade with time.
I became aware of sounds around me. There were people and wheels on a rough surface. I heard bells ringing. Little bells, not big church bells. Lots of them. A murmur of many voices, none close enough to understand. I was suddenly shamed. Master was taking me out in public, naked and chained. It occurred that it wasn't my fault. I was helpless and Master was to blame for any impropriety. My mind whirled aimlessly. Helpless, shamed, naked, aroused, cock, fuck me please, master. I still felt confused and lost, but most of all I wanted to be fucked.
"How do your eyes feel Miss Henderson?"
"Fine Master, may I open them, please?" Then fuck me, please.
Chapter 4: Sight
"Open your eyes, Miss Henderson."
I now had control of my eyes again. I let them creep open, a fraction at a time. I saw a busy street. It looked old, like those in Italy or Spain. I saw no cars, only carts and many of the people were female. I couldn't seem to focus on any one thing for a moment. Sensory overload after being blind for weeks, I guess. Then my mind caught up and I almost shrieked. All the women were naked like me. All wore ankle chains. The carts were pulled by women in harnesses. The men I saw were either driving the carts or were leading one or more chained women. My jaw fell open and my eyes grew wide.
"Close your mouth and stop gawking, Miss Henderson."
Of course my jaw snapped shut and my eyes focused on the sidewalk in front of my feet. "Yes, Master."
We walked for several blocks until he led me into what appeared to be a jeweler's shop. He talked to a rotund, smiling gentleman. I was taken into the back of the shop. The jeweler stamped letters into a two inch gold disc and showed it to Attas, who approved. He showed it to me. It had writing in English 'I am Julie. I belong to Attas.' I gulped. "Thank you Master."
The jeweler had me kneel in front of his workbench. He picked up a golden bell and the disc. He used one of those self-closing rings to fasten the disc and bell on the front of my collar.
"Stand up, Julie."
I stood up and waited. Master led me to a mirr
or so I could see what I looked like. My hair was a mess. The ring in my nose was huge. I was naked. I was wearing a shiny gold collar and hanging from it were the bell and the big tag stating I belonged to Attas. Just another ringed, belled slavegirl in town with her master.
"Your hair is unruly."
He looked at me with a pleasant smile and I felt my hairs moving as if in a strong wind. In the mirror I watched them untangle and smooth out as if they were brushed. In seconds they were arranged just as I wore it at the restaurant. Attas could make a fortune in New York as a hair stylist. His powers were unbelievable. I stared at myself in the mirror. Actually, I looked pretty hot. I was getting turned on looking at my helpless body. I always knew I was gifted with a kick ass body. Maybe that was why I chose to study law . Just to prove I didn't need to rely on my looks. If I had to be a slave, and the only women I saw were slaves, I was glad I was a good looking one. I felt good and bad. "Thank you, Master." I meant it. Or at least most of it.
“Julie, I’m taking you outside. I want you to observe the people on the street. I will leave you for an hour. When I return, I will ask you to tell me what you saw. You will be safe. “
“Yes, Master.” I was terrified. He was going to leave me alone and completely helpless in a strange city. I was naked and chained. Anyone could take me or do anything they wanted. He led me outside and stopped in front of a blank wall. I saw stout rings mounted on the wall at my shoulder and knee height. He locked my tether to a high ring leaving me only a foot of slack. I would have to stand. He turned me to face the street and said, “remember to observe the people, Julie.”
I was looking at his face when he disappeared. He left like a soap bubble popping. There was a brief puff of air after he vanished. I stared in amazement. I felt my lust subside.