by L. L. Chance
She was strangely silent the whole time, but I shrugged it off to exhaustion until we finally climbed out and helped each other dry off. Only then did she admit I’d pushed her far beyond anything she’d ever experienced, and she actually believed I’d made her my slave.
I was just starting to feel bad about it when she turned and gave me a huge bear hug and thanked me for a truly unique experience. She said she’d never let another person restrain her again, even Sylvia, just to preserve the memory of this past weekend. I was stunned at the depth of her feelings, and simply held her back until she finally let go.
Awkward.
The soothing hot water and the emotional release clobbered us both, and we slipped back between the sheets where we both slept like the dead for another eight hours or so. She was already gone by the time I got up, but there was a fat stack of hundred dollar bills sitting on top of my laptop when I finally looked there. I guess she really was a satisfied customer.
Laste Chance Bondage Inc.
Ever since that weekend with Claire, I had no time to call my own. I had so many online customers I had to buy an old studio in order to have a proper place to film, and some of the private deals offered were simply too good to pass up.
Laste wanted to expand on my pyramid device and gave me anything I wanted for the chance, so I used his generosity by taking over his ranch for a time. I started by using Monica for my shows, but soon had a string of exclusive clients fighting to claim a spot in my elite training program.
I actually loathed Texas in summer, but put up with it for the cash, the exposure, and because I still thought driving a ponygirl sulky was almost as much fun as sex. I couldn’t say for sure, though, since it’d been so damn long since I had a real dick inside me that I’d almost forgotten what it was like.
I missed the old days when I was a simple submissive under Laste, I missed my fun romps with Billy whenever Sylvia shared him, and I missed Claude more than anything else. I enjoyed my new life because I was so good at what I did, but I think I might’ve ditched it all if I got one little phone call from him telling me to return.
I tried not to dwell on it, but sometimes the littlest things brought him to mind. A stray caress in the hot tub was an instant reminder, as was practically any massage, and I became both sad and mean when the memories drove me over the edge. Any submissive under my control learned to tread lightly when he was stuck in my mind and the warning signs were on my face.
Despite my occasional regressive tendencies and maudlin behavior, I had an incredibly profitable and fun year, cementing my name as a truly world class Domme. Life was good and about to get better, as Laste finally invited me over to unveil his masterpiece creation modeled after Sylvia’s pyramid. He called it the Ultimate Bondage Device, and it really was.
He once declined to let NASA use his robotic arms for one of the Mars missions because he thought they weren’t worthy of something so advanced, but he freely put his technology to use with his new UBD.
The only thing eclipsing the scientific achievement of his perverted device was the artistry of it. It not only held the victim… I mean model immobile, but it could contort her body into more positions than I thought humanly possible.
Since his device was supposed to be secret, only Shelly, Monica, and myself were allowed in the room for his grand unveiling. Even swapping the two of them in and out of the machine, we wore them out before his demonstration was complete, and I took my own turn submitting to him, just like old times.
Never in my life had I experienced such an intense session. It was like a hundred lovers were caressing me all at once, and he masterfully alternated pleasure and pain until I thought I might go insane from the intensity of it all. I passed out during my second hour in the device and didn’t recover until dawn. What a trip!
I knew his creation would be an overnight sensation, and sunk every cent that wasn’t locked into long-term investments into promoting it. It actually took two weekends to become a big hit since I made the first weekend into an online challenge for the right to debut in it. I pulled in my top two models and had them compete side by side in a live event where the viewers got to decide who won.
That show had almost as many customers as my mind-fuck weekend with Claire, and Laste’s pick, Sherri, beat out my girl Jill. I didn’t care that I’d lost… it was a win-win situation for us, and Sherri was absolutely amazing when we put her in the device.
If felt incredibly good to not only have a successful business, but to have that business with Laste as an equal partner. I’d initially been worried that he’d steamroll me over any decision we disagreed on (and I probably would’ve caved in), but he treated me different from the moment the papers were signed.
I’ll probably never know why he actually did the things he did for all these small businesses since he made more money from a week’s worth of interest than he did from a whole year of actual income, but I was glad of it. Maybe he thought of it as a game and the money was how he kept score. Men.
Sherri and Jill were even happier about it than I was, since after a few early stumbles and conflicts, they both became a valuable part of our team. Sherri also helped us to finally get back at Lidia for her brutal treatment of Monica, and ‘valuable part’ changed to full partners.
We expanded our little empire by building a huge BDSM club called the Argentum Seges (the Silver Crop) that had a secret dungeon, a private area upstairs for us and our peers, as well as spacious living quarters for us all. We even added a specialty gift shop to it that sold our kinky creations, and things were pretty good.
Jill became Mistress Jill and hooked up with Sherri, Laste had Monica at the club and Shelly at home, and I had… well, I had a Battery Operated Boyfriend. I’d pretty much given up hope of Claude returning and calling me back, and even Sylvia stopped visiting. I was the lonely fifth wheel of our otherwise happy little group.
At least I was until the day she walked into the store to apply for a job. Her name was Nancy Drow (with an O not an E, she was very specific about that) and I thought she was amazing. She was a little on the chubby side, and was built like an Amazon warrior, but I didn’t mind in the least, especially with the way her double-D cup bra could barely contain her massive globes. Oh yeah… she was also smart and funny. Can’t forget about that now, can we?
I hired her on the spot as a bartender and put her to work in the members-only section upstairs. She lacked self-confidence and was surprisingly shy for a girl with a straightforward, no nonsense attitude, but she fit in unexpectedly well. Her near obsession with leather and latex probably helped with that.
A quick phone call to Claire got her to come over for a custom fitting session with her amazing new latex clothing line, and Nancy was hooked. A second call to Laste had him arrange an emergency something or other with Shelly, leaving us a girl short for tonight’s show.
Through a combination of some fast talking and a healthy wad of bonus cash, I got her to help me flog Jill for the show, and she wasn’t just hooked, she was landed. She joined the team at our club and I got to keep her close.
Chance of a Lifetime
I’d probably have to admit to myself I was obsessed with her, but I’d deny it if anyone asked. I pushed her boundaries hard over the next few weeks to see if she had what it took to handle our way of life, and she exceeded my expectations in every way possible.
I got her to help with the rigging during a photo shoot for Claire’s clothing line, and even convinced her to model the stuff we made for her. She sold sex toys in our shop, helped clean the props we used for our shows, and assisted the waitresses into their kinky bondage uniforms.
She wasn’t comfortable with a lot of it, at least at first, but she never argued or complained. She seemed to be a natural, and after I egged her on enough to invoke her sense of pride at being able to handle anything, got to tie her up for a photo shoot.
I almost laughed when she told me to do my worst that night, so I put her through a month’s
worth of bondage in a single night. She handled everything I threw at her and came back for more. Now I was the one who was hooked.
I took her into our apartment next door for the aftercare, and after one thing led to another, we wound up sleeping together. I got teased mercilessly by Jill and Sherri when they found out we’d slept together, but I didn’t care. I had something to look forward to when I got up each day, and I was actually happy again.
My friends seemed pleased I’d finally found someone, but were a little suspicious over how fast we were moving. They even thought Nancy might be using me for her own gain, especially when they found out about things like all the expensive latex outfits I’d paid for, or the fact I’d given her one of my cars to replace her old beater that finally died.
Working both subtly and not so subtly in some cases, they tested us both over the next few months to see if it really was a love match. I got pretty pissed off at some of their methods, but since I knew they had my best interests at heart, forgave them once they eased off. They only did it because they cared.
***
Once they got over their initial suspicions, they did more than test Nancy, they actively worked with her behind my back to give me the surprise of a lifetime. It was a typical Friday night at the club and I was making my rounds both upstairs and down in order to maintain a good presence for the customers.
I hadn’t been on the floor as much as I should’ve been lately, and since Nancy had something she needed to take care of tonight, I tried to make up for it. I always had everyone’s eyes on me whenever I spent time downstairs in the public portion of our club, and tonight was no exception.
Upstairs was a place where we had very few limits, but the main part of our club could almost be described as BDSM-Lite with how tame we had to keep things. Regulars knew me and parted before me like Moses parting the Red Sea, and newbies picked up on it quickly. It was like I had an aura of power around me, and I had to admit I liked it a lot.
If it was a regular nightclub I’d probably have to beat the men off with a stick, but none of them had the balls to hit on me here. I did have a few customers kneel and ask if they could submit to me, but those were easy to rebuff. Having a reputation like mine was pretty fucking awesome on nights like this.
I was having so much fun, I thought it was almost a shame when I got the call from Laste saying I was needed upstairs. I turned to the elevator immediately since he rarely interfered with what I did on my own time, and wondered what’d gone wrong now.
It was quieter than normal when I stepped out of the elevator, and the stage held a gaudy looking throne, a small box on a table, and a curtained off area. What the hell was he up to now?
“What’s all this?” I asked him when I got to the stage. “What’ve you got planned this time, you evil bugger?”
“This isn’t my plan,” he replied. “And it’s hardly evil… this time. Take a seat and you’ll find out.”
I was still suspicious, but sat down anyway, curious despite myself. He whipped the curtain away with a flourish, and kneeling in a proper submissive posture was Nancy, dressed to the nines. My heart rate instantly doubled when I guessed this was going to be a public display like what Laste and Shelly did.
She was wearing fishnet stockings, a latex mini-skirt, ultra-tight corset, and high-heel ankle boots. She also wore a short hobble chain on her ankles, manacles on her wrists, and a bright red ball gag. I stood and walked close, unclipping the crop from my waist and using the end to lift her chin. Monica rushed over to remove her gag, and left us just as quickly to make sure there were no distractions.
“If it pleases you, Mistress,” she began, a slight waver in her normally steady voice. “I would like to offer myself into your service. I offer you my body, soul, and mind, trusting you to take care of me in all ways for the rest of my life.”
To say I was stunned was an understatement. I was completely floored, but I was singing inside. I leaned down until my lips were brushing her ear.
“I may beat you senseless for surprising me in public like this. Are you really sure you want to do this?” I whispered.
She gave a tiny nod so I stood back up. I opened the box and inspected the contents. Sure enough, there was a ceremonial collar, long-term gag, and a chastity belt with built-in plugs. The butt plug was fitted for enemas, and I knew she’d chosen the most grueling of slave options in order to prove herself.
It would be a three month ordeal for her and wasn’t a ritual used very often. Still, it was her choice, and I wasn’t about to refuse. I took the collar, opened it wide and held it a few inches in front of her.
“Your offer pleases me, and I accept. You now have one last chance to back out, and can turn and leave without fear of any repercussions. If you choose to continue, place your neck in this collar and seal your own fate.”
She leaned forward until her neck was pressed against the collar and reached up to close the two halves together. The click when the clasp engaged sounded unnaturally loud and my heart started racing even harder.
“I call upon you all as witnesses to this collaring,” I shouted to the crowd. “By her own hand she has chosen to submit to me as a slave.”
The whole room exploded in cheers and thunderous clapping. I let it go on for a minute or so before waving for silence. I picked up the mouth guard style gag inside the box and squeezed a gel into the grooves on both top and bottom.
“Open your mouth and then bite down hard until I say otherwise,” I told her.
She did as I said. She wiggled her jaw a bit to make sure it was perfectly positioned and then clamped down tight. It only took about ninety seconds, and her mouth was now sealed shut for the next thirty days.
“Rise and remove your skirt.”
She struggled to get up after kneeling for so long, but managed. Once the skirt was off, I removed the hobble chain and put the chastity belt around her thighs. I made her spread her legs wide and lean over the throne so I could install the butt plug. She hadn’t been wearing any panties.
I gave her a gentle caress over her pussy and clit before sealing it away for the next month with the chastity belt. It was done!
“I now claim this slave as my own personal property, to do with as I please for at least the next ninety days. Is there anyone present who objects to my claim?”
Nobody responded or objected; not even a joke or catcall. I clipped a leash to the front of her collar and had her kneel beside the throne. Her hands were refastened behind her back and the ankle cuffs clipped together.
“I hope you know what you got us into,” I whispered. “This won’t be easy, and you’ve got a lot to learn in the month before your first trial.”
She looked nervous when she heard the serious tone of voice I used, but I didn’t have time to console her since the stream of well-wishers were already lining up. Besides… it’s entirely possible I was even more scared than she was!
Proven Love
The next three months were hell for us both, although Nancy obviously had the short end of the stick. For the first month, I gave her a crash course in submissiveness that made my initial training look like a pre-school class.
This was the test of her willingness to obey absolutely anything I ordered, no matter how embarrassing or degrading. I literally put her through the grinder and felt kind of bad about how hard I was on her, but we still spooned each night in bed, taking comfort in each other even though we couldn’t fool around. Brandon’s chastity belts were unpickable, at least by me.
I worked her as hard as I dared and felt bad about it, but she was the one who’d picked this path, and I couldn’t change the course this far into it. None of my friends commented on my methods or even asked how things were going, but there were always eyes on us. They probably considered it grand entertainment, and I privately thought I should be charging admission.
I kept a tally of even the slightest error or infraction and delivered her punishment each night on the stage in front of everyone, s
ometimes even letting people in the crowd deliver it if her total had gotten too high. On the worst days, I gave her the evening enema there as well.
She learned, she endured, and she never hesitated to accept whatever I decided was best for her. In four short weeks, she’d learned more about trust and obedience that I did in four fucking years. God I loved her.
Our first big test came exactly thirty days after the collar snapped shut around her neck, and it was just as much my test as it was hers. I had to prove I could be almost ruthless in my control over her, and she had to prove she’d accept anything I demanded. It was a rough night for us both.
Her gag and chastity belt were removed and she was allowed to clean herself up, but wasn’t given any clothes. She knelt beside me as one by one my friends and associates gave us presents to help us ‘get started’… like we really had a shortage of toys around here.
Predictably, most of the gifts consisted of restraints, sex toys, and whips. The first one I opened was a beautifully tooled set of eight leather cuffs dyed a stunning cobalt blue. I couldn’t help but drop everything and put them on her immediately.
I made her ‘thank’ everyone who’d given us gifts, proving she’d take any order I gave her, and finished the night by having her reward me for the time I spent training her. I could barely walk by the end of the night since she’d rewarded me so many times, but it was well worth it.
***
Our thirty day trial was hard, and even somewhat cruel, but that was nothing compared to what the sixty day ordeal would be like. For this one, I had to prove her willingness to obey all those above her without any intervention from me. Laste hosted a big party for us and invited every Dom and Domme of consequence in the whole fucking world as near as I could tell.
Nancy wasn’t just bound for the trip, she was put into complete and utter crushing immobility. Jill even drove her around town for an extra couple of hours to make sure their efforts didn’t go to waste. It was a pool party, and when I saw the gaudy throne from the club sitting on a small dais, I knew that’s where I’d be spending most of my time.