Executive Enslavement

by Bruce McLachlan

This was Talon’s scene and Karen decided to leave the decisions to him. With a shrug, she turned around and regarded the naked girl in the middle of her living room. Envy gave some more soft pulls to her bonds, reassuring herself that she was indeed helpless and about to be disciplined in a stranger’s house for sheer entertainment value.

  Master Talon began with a set of clamps. The two padded pincers each had a small cluster of bells hanging from an inch of silvery chain. Taking them to Envy, he started to teasingly flick her nipples. Envy gave small jolts and whimpers as he abused the tender teats. Her arousal and her enjoyment of such treatment made the peaks swiftly rise to facilitate his intentions.

  Talon closed the clamps onto the stiff nuggets and released them. Envy gave another series of soft mews. Her slight wriggles made the bells chime softly upon one another.

  “There, now you can make music for us while you are punished,” he said.

  Master Talon brushed the clamps from side-to-side to increase their rigour. Envy’s head lolled back a little and she gasped. She arched her chest up, offering her breasts to his hands as they continued to toy with the silver implements of chastisement.

  “Punished? What did she do?” asked Karen.

  “This naughty slave went and tried to hide my new dressage whip. She doesn’t like it one little bit and thought she’d remove it from my collection and thereby protect herself from it,” he reported while grabbing her chin and bringing it down so that he could meet her gaze.

  The impassive expression on the girl’s face suggested that although such reasoning might have been partly true, she also wanted to commit the crime with full knowledge that it would be discovered and that she would earn her much sought after discipline. Now she was most likely concerned that her masochistic urges might have eclipsed her physical tolerances. The uncertainty was accelerating her descent into the mind-set she would require to endure this session.

  Talon released her chin and strolled back to the cases where he armed himself with a whip. The steel shaft of the scourge had plastic caps at either end. One had a D ring through it, and the other released a bushel of long leather ribbons. The tips and edges were a little frayed and worn, testifying that Talon had not spared the use of this flogger in the command of his slaves.

  “First, a warm up,” he decreed.

  Heading back to Envy, he combed his fingers through the strands to separate them then swung it from side-to-side as though warming the weapon up for its exercise. Envy listened to the deep hum of its passage and her eyes drifted shut with serenity.

  The long tentacles of hide flashed out and slapped across Envy’s rear. She gave a soft jerk and sagged against her bonds. With her legs spread wide she pushed her rear out a little to eagerly to offer it for attack.

  Master Talon continued with steady sweeps of the whip. Lashing from side-to-side, he laid down the strips to her hindquarters with oscillating swipes. The bright clap of the leather to her body echoed through the room along with her subdued grunts, her whimpers, and the jingling chimes of the bells that were attached to her nipples.

  After her rear had been brought to a rosy shade by the steady application of the flogger, Talon deserted Envy and returned to the equipment boxes. From one of them, he removed what looked like a small tennis racket. It was made of yellow plastic with horizontal lines of slim metal wire stretched in tight lines within the frame.

  Karen smiled and nodded at the sight of the bug zapper. For such an innocent seeming and readily available tool, its effects were literally shocking.

  Envy looked over her shoulder when she heard a sharp snap sound then Lady Morgana’s soft chuckle. Talon had pressed the two buttons on the device and touched the wires to ensure it was working. With a sudden gasp and grimace, he waved the shocked fingers as though to cool them then he began to approach Envy.

  “Oh no! Master! Please! Not that! Not again!” she whimpered.

  “Now then, Envy. If you try to hide what you don’t want to have used on you, then you’ve got to expect me to use all the things you revile just to teach you a lesson. Is that not so?” he said equably.

  “Y... yes, Master,” she said with a nervous tremble in her voice.

  “Now then, are you ready for a few touches of the zapper, slave?” he asked.

  Holding out the harmless looking device, he pressed the buttons so that she could see the small red lights come on and reveal that it had just charged the web of wires.

  “Yes, Master,” she said softly. The adoration of her Master and her own submission had taken full hold. She was being helplessly served up to a weapon she despised, and because of that, she was even more ready to embrace it.

  “Excellent,” he commented.

  Taking hold of her hair, he pulled gently back to draw her face up toward the ceiling. Talon then brought the zapper around to her shivering rear. With his fingers on the buttons he held her tight and gave a small swing that briefly touched the device to a buttock then had it jump away again. There was a brief bright spark of cyan force between the wires and her skin and another sharp crack of discharge. Envy let out a startled cry of anguish and her hindquarters jolted forward and away from the implement.

  Master Talon let her settle for a moment then applied the wires again. He only had to touch the electrified paddle to her cheeks to have the girl give shrieks of dismay and jump from foot-to-foot while she endured the sharp stinging bites of rampant voltage.

  After only a few more applications, she was wriggling and twisting against her bonds. Master Talon kept a firm hold of her hair and maintained the brief brushes of the wire mesh. Each one sent momentary and excruciating blasts of discomfort into the slave girl’s rear.

  Master Talon paused in the assault and released her hair. Envy immediately dropped her head forward and licked her parched lips. Trembling with recovery she pulled at her trammels then jerked to awareness as the zapper touched a squeezed teat. Envy released a holler of shocked anguish and her feet leapt up from the floor. Trying to close her legs she bunched herself up into a suspended ball as best as she could while enduring the sudden stern influx into her clamped nipple.

  When she settled down, Master Talon stepped onto the leg spreader to keep it on the ground. With the zapper in one hand, he removed the other clamp. Envy flung her head back and hissed loudly through gritted teeth as sensation flowed back into her nipple. Talon cast the clamp aside and removed the other one to repeat the ordeal. The cumulative effects had Envy gasping for breath and shaking with strain.

  Envy tried to shy away as the bug zapper was lifted up and waved in front of her assets. Muttered pleas half-escaped her lips as she fought to try to get away.

  Master Talon closed a hand around the base of a breast and used it as a means to control her movements. Squeezing the flesh, he brought the zapper up with deliberate sloth. He watched with amusement while her breathing quickened and she visibly grew more worried the closer it got. Panting with angst, her breath leapt out as a shrill squeal of distress when the zapper quickly bestowed the briefest of touches to her raised nipple. The cry was driven higher and her struggles grew all the more fervid as he quickly skimmed the thin wires upon the nugget three more times in rapid succession. Each touch was announced with a snap of electrical charge.

  “Please! Master! No more! No more!” she cried.

  “Oh Envy, you know you did something wrong. You have to accept the consequences,” he stated.

  “Anything but this, Master! It hurts too much!”

  “Really? This?” he said with a mocking tone.

  Talon grabbed her other breast and applied the weapon to her nipple. Envy’s look of alarm became a tight scowl as the zapper started to quickly bounce up and down on her raised nipple. She hollered and wailed freely as Master Talon applied his castigation.

  “No more! Pleeeease! No more!” she whimpered when he paused. Talon let her wilt against her bondage and recover her breath and senses a little.

  “So
this is too much for my slave?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master. Yes!”

  “Then something else would be preferable?”

  “Anything, Master.”

  In her tormented and stunned state, Envy had wandered straight into the trap that he had set for her. It was a snare that would permit him to teach her the lesson he had in mind.

  “So it’s time for the dressage whip that you tried to hide from me,” he pronounced.

  Envy wilted in her bonds and gave soft murmurs of despair. Despite her loathing for the dressage whip, it was clear that the application of the zapper had changed her mind as to which was the more intolerable form of chastisement.

  Talon strolled back to the case and removed the fierce weapon from its container. It was a beautifully crafted custom device, made to Talon’s exacting specifications, and with his own form of heraldry incorporated into it. The pommel of the whip had his clutching claw design and from within the solid grasp poured a brief cascade of slender tassels.

  Envy was slack against her restraints but when she heard a cruel hiss against the air, she tensed and stirred. Talon flexed the long weapon and swiped twice more at the air to cultivate Envy’s apprehension.

  “Oh she’s really not going to like this, is she?” posed Morgana. She then left her post and walked out in front of the timid girl. Morgana took up the clamps and reapplied them. The girl tensed and gave a deep murmur of disapproval as they once more gripped her nipples. The bells that hung from the clamps chimed as Morgana started to give them small pulls to revive the strain in the punished teats of the girl.

  “Indeed. But she has to learn,” answered Talon.

  “That she does. Slaves need to know their place and endure whatever we wish of them. After all, we know what they need, and how to look after them. Isn’t that so?”

  “Y... yes... Mistress,” Envy uttered through bared teeth as Morgana drew more distinctly on the clamps.

  “This should be a most entertaining show,” said Morgana with a wise smile. After a short sharp pull that made Envy release a squeak of shock, she let go of the bells and cupped the chin of the hapless slave. “And I want to see every detail of it.”

  Talon applied the whip without further delay. The lengthy woven strut hummed softly against the air and crossed both of Envy’s trembling cheeks. She jerked up onto tiptoe and wailed into the air as the surging potency of the stroke poured into her rear. Morgana studied every portion of her distress and watched as she gasped and cavorted, whimpered, and sobbed. The bells sung a swift clattering song with her energetic answer to the scourge and added another small portion of displeasure to her compressed teats. The girl began to calm down as the stern power of the weal slowly started to dwindle.

  The moment she had caught her breath, Talon chose to add to her ordeal. Envy was immediately cursed with another swipe and a torrent of imploring words poured out on hissed breaths as she fought to endure the travail. The whip had not been delivered on a particularly wide swing but the slender construction and significant length of the weapon made it fierce even on a minor swipe.

  Talon continued to slowly lay the venomous dressage whip to the shaking and shivering rear of the bound girl while Morgana scrutinised the minutiae of her dismay. She observed every flicker of motion through her facial expressions, the sparkling rivers of tears, the rippling lips, and clenching teeth. All of it was a delight to witness.

  “Now, Envy, you will count off the last five strokes. Is that understood?” asked Talon with a stern tone.

  “Y... yes... Master,” she panted and her whole body seemed to tense as she readied to weather the final storm of discipline.

  The whip came to her with its usual tiny signal and Envy flashed to tiptoe and wailed freely. The howl degenerated into murmurs and sobs, and Envy wilted in her stern constraints.

  “Envy?” asked Talon with reproach.

  “F... five, Master,” she managed to whimper.

  “Good, slave. If you don’t count the strokes I may forget the tally and we’ll have to start all over again,” warned Talon.

  Morgana smiled as she witnessed the renewed anxiety and chagrin on the girl’s face. With a shake of her head, Envy cleared her thoughts and applied her full attention to the scene.

  The whip returned and threw its ghastly punishment into her rear. Envy squealed and jiggled in her bonds. She fought to release the count but her pains were too great at present. The effects of the scourge began to subside and her lips started to form the word. Then Morgana began to cruelly play with her clamps. With the possibility of having to start the punishment afresh looming over her, Envy doubled her efforts and blurted out her words.

  “F... f... four... Master!”

  Barely had the last syllable left her lips when the whip made them jerk wide and announce her acquisition of another stroke. Envy thrashed against her bonds, testing their limits in full.

  It seemed to Morgana that she tossed more to remind herself of her defenceless condition rather than to truly find escape. Envy was a natural submissive with strong masochistic urges. It may have appeared that she hated this mistreatment and resented being owned, but all in the room knew that this was not the case. Envy loved to dance under the lash and strive to break free with every particle of her being. It made her submission all the stronger to know just how vulnerable she was. Any dominant in the room could do whatever they wished with her, and this uncertainty piqued her passion for more. She had willingly given herself to Talon in body and soul and trusted that although he might tempt her limits and even expand them, he would never take her further than she wished to go.

  “Threeeeee... three... three, M... Master,” she burbled.

  The weapon crossed her vibrant cheeks and Envy jolted to attention. Her breath paused and she remained frozen in a glorious statue of tormented feminine beauty. Morgana could not help but gasp as she saw her body at full tension with the shackles fighting to hold her distraught struggles. It was like a freeze frame pose of the most splendid erotica. Every tendon and muscle was strained, her respiration was paused, her eyes were screwed shut, and her mouth was craned wide into a spectacular O.

  Petrified by pain, the levels ebbed a little and Envy dropped into a shuddering fit where she panted and hissed for new breath.

  “T... two... Master,” she managed to declare.

  “Last one, Envy. Are you ready?” asked Talon.

  “Y... yes... M... Master,” she whimpered, her head hanging to one side, her senses in chaos.

  “Will you trifle with my belongings again, slave?”

  “No, Master. I promise.”

  “You accepted my ownership, and I know what’s best for you, slave. Is that not so?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “So say it for me, slave. Let me hear your confession from your own lips.”

  “Master. Master Talon owns me and knows what’s good for his slave. I mustn’t try and affect his decisions by interfering with his property,” she said with almost practised ease. It was as though this had not been the first time she had inspired visitation for trying to influence her ownership through theft or subterfuge. Morgana was now fairly certain that she had committed her crime with full knowledge that it would be discovered and that she would personally call down a level of chastisement that she ached for and yet feared intently.

  “Excellent, and now for your last stroke, slave,” announced Talon.

  The male dominant flexed the weapon and glared intently at the spread-eagled luscious shape before him. With the whip in one hand, he moved forward and let his fingers trail down her spine for a moment. Envy arched into the touch and feasted on the attention of her owner with new fervour.

  Talon stepped back and applied the final stroke with a little more swing than he had previously deployed. Envy’s answer was correspondingly much more vigorous.

  Envy exploded into a violent throe then danced and jerked against her bonds as she felt the awful st
roke raging across the base of her thighs. Morgana reached out and simultaneously removed the clamps. There was virtually no change in Envy. The girl was already so beset by the physical horror of the whip that the extraction of the clamps could barely compete with such mordant mayhem.

  Talon dropped the whip and stepped forward. Grabbing her chin, he smothered her screams with a passionate kiss. An almost magical transformation occurred and Envy’s grim loathing and pain suddenly turned into the most heady bliss and lofty euphoria. She quivered with sublime passion and returned the kiss with full vigour. It looked as though she had just climaxed so lustful were her motions against the body of her owner. Talon pressed himself close to her and embraced the girl as she pulled at her restraints. The bane of the bondage now came from the fact that she could not return the caresses that Talon openly applied across her body. His gentle motions soothed her assets and he traced her curves with singular desire.

  Morgana moved away and watched while his hands explored her nubile form. Then they rose to unfasten her restraints from the rings.

  Her hands dropped to her sides and he laid her back. Holding her around her chest, he placed her on the floor. Her arms were free but her legs were still stretched apart by the bar, preventing her from denying him untroubled access.

  Envy gave a startled mew as her savaged rear was used to support her, but this havoc soon became pleasure as Talon again leaned in to kiss her. With careful and secretive motions, she held to his legs as he cupped the back of her neck and brought her up into their exchange.

  Talon lounged by her head and his other hand chose to play upon the fields of smooth skin that was her offered chest. He tickled her nipples and the delightful dalliance gave her the courage to widen her own motions. Envy’s hands strolled across the form of her Master, savouring his strength and his control as she lay beneath him as a willing and fanatic subject to his rule.

  Morgana watched them enjoy each other for a moment then reached into one of the boxes. Removing the magic wand, she activated the battery powered device and laid its thrumming head to her loins. She gave a sedate sigh of contentment and continued her observations as she pleasured herself with the massager.