Following your orders I will recant the story of my piercings. As you know, it
started on a Monday morning. Following my usual routine, I was doing the
shopping for the week. You came up to me while I was in the grocery store, a
basket full of food and discreetly checked if I had obeyed your orders. You
brushed my nipples and yes the clamps were still attached and then pulling me
close to you, your hand against my bottom, you checked that the dildo was
inserted in my ass as you required. Your hand against me, brushing the welts you
gave me last night, invoked the sensations of being whipped again and when you
pinched me, very hard, I moaned. I hoped the punishment for loss of control in
public would invoke more than just gentle moans, but I was also unprepared for
the intensity of your actions. I continued shopping, receiving no orders to the
contrary, yet felt I was disobeying some forgotten rule. As we stood in the
check-out line, I was sure others thought we were just passionate lovers; you
fondling me, brushing up against me. They could not see your sharp pinches
finding my welts or my nipples straining with pain/pleasure against the clamps
as you brushed them. I was panting, you heard me, but with your careful
training, I was sure no one else did. While we walked to the van, you gave me
precise orders. I climbed in the side door as you loaded through the back. I sat
on the floor and stripped as you requested, hurrying to finish before you were
ready to leave. I knew the punishment for disobedience and craved it, but did
not want your anger. I slipped the dildo out of my ass and cleaned it quickly.
My wrist and ankle cuffs were strapped on next and then you climbed in the
driver's side door. In my hurry I did not hear you close the rear door. I had
not finished what you asked me to do, my blindfold lay on the seat next to me. I
paused then and quickly dropped to my knees, knowing I must never be more than a
slave when we are alone. You started the van and growled for me to come to you.
I crawled forward, nearly in tears fearful of your disapproval and anxious to
please you. I waited again, kneeling with my head down on my knees, arms at my
side, bracing myself against the turns and quick stops of your driving style. At
a stoplight leaned toward me and with your right hand removed the clamp from my
left nipple, I moaned freely, the blood returning to the end of my nipple,
filling it with pain. You reached around me and removed the other one, the
sensations doubled now. "Take these and get your harness". For a moment I did
not move, you have only used it twice when I had been very disobedient and
deserved the torture the harness represented. I struggled now to think of what I
might have done. Pulling me up by my hair, you slapped my face, another rarity,
not liking to mark me where others might see your dominance. I crawled to the
back and pulled the harness out of my slaves bag. I realized as I put the
blindfold and the clamps away, I would need neither now, the harness had each of
these built in and a few other devices to remind me of my status. Carrying the
unwieldy harness in my teeth I clumsily crawled back to you. I lay the harness
down in front of me and began to untangle the straps and attachments to make it
easier for you to put it on me. As I touched each part my arousal and
trepidation grew. The head gear with its blindfold and gag were spread out
first, followed by the collar. The nipple clamps and weights were badly tangled
with the shoulder straps. The straps that open my cunt for your use and abuse
were laid next to the anal strap that would hold in my dildo. When I finished I
put my forehead to the ground again and asked "which dildo?" "The soup can." I
gasped again. It isn't of course a soup can, but I remembered when we bought it
the salesman called it that because it is so short and wide and the ridges are
very prominent. I crawled back, lubricated the "soup can" and brought it in my
teeth to you. "Turn around slave" you ordered as you took it from my mouth. I
turned around in the small space as quickly and gracefully as I could. I knelt
in my position again and waited. You drove for awhile, the tension built. As you
slowed for a stop light I gritted my teeth in anticipation. You rammed it up my
ass. I had been ready but still cried out. I had broken the rule so you yanked
it out and slammed it home again. This time I managed to hold back my cry, so
you allowed it to remain. As you started back up again you grabbed hold of it
and moved it around in me as though you were driving a stick shift. Only by
biting my hand was I able to keep quiet. We took a quick turn and I was
unprepared. I fell away from you and the dildo was pulled out. "Come back to me
slave" I righted myself and slowly returned to the position. "Was that the
actions of a good slave?" "No," I cried. "What?!" you yelled. "No, master" I
repeated. Stopping again, you leaned towards me and fucked me hard with the wide
tool, slamming it in and pulling it out over and over. I was crying non-stop,
pleading for your forgiveness. I didn't know what to do. You don't usually
become this angry for a small infraction. "You have been unbelievably
undisciplined. Hold still while I put this back and then lie down flat on the
floor." I did as he asked, trying to quiet my sobs. He put the dildo back in and
pushed me down. I lay down and tried to calm down. "Slave, do you know why I did
that?" I did not answer, you did not expect me to as you continued. "I had no
intention of even using a dildo. If I had wanted one I would have asked for one.
I am tired of you second guessing me and attempting to control me." I did not
recognize my masters voice, it was hard, cruel and unforgiving. We had been
driving in the car, my master occasionally toying with me for at least an hour
when we turned onto a gravel road. I lifted my head to keep from slamming it
into the floor boards as we bounced along. We drove for a few minutes on the
rough road, turned, slowed down and stopped. "Get up here" I quickly moved to
obey. You turned to me and started putting the harness on. The blindfold and gag
were quickly followed by the neck collar. I could feel my heart racing. Then
arranging some of the front straps you reclamped my nipples adjusting the
tension until they were at the right level, the pain and pleasure equally
balanced. You know me so well, though I had made no noise, they were perfectly
adjusted. Two of straps down my back were joined to those attached to my nipples
holding my breasts in place and transmitting any movement of my upper body into
tugs on the clamps. The rest of the straps fit lower, more clamps holding the
labia wide open then fitting close around my pussy and coming together to slide
between the cheeks of my ass. I moaned as you roughly pinched my clitoris and
adjusted the final part of the harness. "Please master, may I come?" I begged
you. "NO" you barked and held me still until the tension in my body lessened. I
moaned clenching my legs together, not daring to touch myself, although my hands
were free. When you pushed on the back of my head, I lowered it to my knees, and
the dildo was forced farther into my ass, my nipples straining with from the
clamps. I was ashamed to have lost control again. The side door of the van
opened, you pushed me out the door as someone outside the van grabbed me. With
the blindfold on I did not know who it was except as I brushed against them I
could tell they were also naked. No words were spoken as I was led inside a
cooler space. I was forced to my hands and knees and felt a leash snapped to my
collar. A man's voice greeted you and I heard you start to walk away. A tug
pulled me along, but since I was blindfolded I seemed to continuously bump into
things, I wondered if it was purposely being done. We moved at a slow pace, you
and the stranger discussing something in such low tones. I strained to hear what
you were saying but could only catch a few garbled phrases. I was very confused,
you had discussed none of this nor had you seemed any different in the last few
days. I started to feel nervous as we stopped and I heard you agree with him. I
was pulled into another room with tile on the floor, it was cold and hard on my
knees, the carpeting of the other rooms had been very plush and soft. Someone
stood in front of me, I smelled the leather wax on their shoes and knew it was
you. I have come to know that smell so well, I could almost see your shoes in
front of me, having polished them so many times. My leash was removed as you
ordered me to stand. I stood gracefully, a grace you have taught me. My arms
were gently grasped by someone at my side and the cuffs were clipped to a frame.
"Spread your legs," a stranger requested. It sounded like the same man who had
greeted you earlier. As I quickly obeyed, my ankles were also clipped. Both of
you walked around me, touching me occasionally. I felt proud to be shown, not
knowing where I was but trusting you. I was happy to be your slave and pleased
to have my body displayed for what seemed to be an appreciative audience. I
continued to hear the two of you walking around me, discussing the welts and
bruises you left on my body the night before, almost as though I were a piece of
art you were admiring. "She has too much pride and not enough humility, has she
been whipped today?" the stranger asked you. "No, she also has not had any
orgasms, although she was close as we worked outside. She is ready for this as
you requested." "I ask you to agree to the rules in front of her so she will
know to obey me as she does you," the stranger said. "My slave, it is as he
says. He will be acting for me as I find I cannot do what is necessary," you
said. I was worried, you sound disappointed in me and your words sounded so
final. There was silence for a moment, I felt you gently touch and caress me,
then your chilling words, "I am going out of town on business and will return in
3 days, you will remain here and your conduct will determine if we have a future
together. Behave yourself." My first thought was to the groceries. Then the
reality that you were leaving me in an unknown spot in a mysterious situation
started to seep in. For the first time in months I tried to escape my bonds,
tugging and pulling uselessly, crying for you from behind my gag, but there was
no response. I stayed there, fettered helplessly for what seemed to be hours.
The muscles in my arms were in agony, my body was drained of its arousal and I
felt exhausted and yet also angry as I hung there. My mind, already over
stimulated, went into overdrive. Every book I had ever read flashed through my
mind. Where was I? What part would I play? You had said "behave yourself." I was
bound, gagged, strapped and clamped. Exactly how much trouble could I get into?
I tried every relaxation technique I had ever learned without success. Finally,
I heard the door opening and someone entering. Then a crack of a whip in the air
and immediately another crack but this time it was against my thighs. I tried to
twist out of the way, but each time after a short pause I was caught in a new
place, my buttocks, my breasts, my calves, my arms, finally my clitoris, and
then constantly a riding crop slammed against me. Here was a familiar,
comforting, arousing feeling that I know well, pain. I moaned and struggled,
unable to get away and unable to hold still. After what seemed to be a hundred
strong lashes, it stopped as suddenly as it had started. I heard a man breathing
harshly as if this whipping had worn him out, not the heavy breathing of
arousal, but of exhaustion. "You are ready to be released" he said somewhere
from behind me. It was not the man I had heard talking earlier with you, I
wondered his place in this unknown occurrence. So far, there had been at least
two other men, I wondered how many more could there be and why was I here? Was I
to be used for their pleasure? You had given me to others without this sort of
secrecy. Had you sold me? I had heard you and others discussing auctions, would
I be sold at one? The thoughts continued to race through my head as my ankles
were unclamped and my hands unhooked from the frame and clamped together behind
me. I started to drop to the floor but was grabbed by my arm, the muscles
screaming in protest and was led out of the room. I heard bells tinkling and
realized it was coming from the man next to me. Before I could imagine what
would make this noise I was pushed into another room and thrust to my knees. I
started to bend down into the posture you usually request and a voice from my
nightmares told me to keep my back straight and my breasts thrust out. It was a
woman. Suddenly, I was no longer just frightened but felt terror creeping into
my soul. I could smell her perfume, heard her high heels as she walked around me
and could sense we had been left alone. "We know of your fear and dislike of
women, your master suggested we use it as a method of getting your attention,"
she said. "You have more reasons than your phobia to fear me, though. Your
inattention to your master has brought you here and you will not be returned to
him without regaining a proper attitude." "You have of course read "The Story of
O," she started. I nodded. "While your master has not requested you to be
branded or to have a heavy chain applied, he has requested your nipples and
labia to be pierced with rings to decorate them. A new harness will be
constructed to connect these rings for you will wear at all times." "Unlike the
book, however, you will be whipped often during your visit here. Your master
complains you have become too complacent, occasionally disrespectful and
disobedient. According to him, you no longer strive for perfection. These days
will remind you of your place and renew your dedication to him. When he returns,
he will find four new toys on your body to play with and your behavior
corrected." As she continued to talk I could hear her walk around me, her shoes
clicking on the floor. "It took awhile, but he finally agreed to allow us to
leave dark bruises on most of your body. For some reason this upset him, but he
could see the importance for this discipline." Then she touched me with her soft
hands, I shivered in disgust. I could feel her starting to remove the harness.
She was being so gentle and I was so repelled by her that I was no longer
aroused. After each strap was pulled away she gently rubbed the red mark left
behind. When she removed the anal plug I did not receive the customary swat on
my bottom, but a gentle caress almost an apology. My strong revulsion to her had
grown to near hatred. As she removed the clamps from my breasts she lowered her
head and gently suckled my nipples. It was too much. I tried to get away,
forgetting my hands were clamped behind me. I started to fall and she grabbed me
and rubbed her body against mine. I lost all control and jerked hard away from
her, falling to the floor thrashing violently still trying to escape. She
laughed triumphantly. She had goaded me into revealing my weakness and she was
free to use it against me. She pushed me to the floor with her body, her hands
continuing to slither over my body. She pulled my gag from my mouth and began
french kissing me, blocking my attempts to scream. I struggled but was unable to
throw her from my body. I used the only defense left me, I bit her. She reared
back, yanking the rest of the harness off my head. I could finally see her. She
looked like a stereotypical bull dyke, full leather and arrogant. I spit in her
face. She pulled back her hand to slap me when the door was yanked open. "Don't"
a male voice commanded. We both turned to him. She got up and kneeled in front
of him. I was slower to respond, bruised and shaken by this encounter. I
clumsily attempted to get up from the floor, but with my hands tied behind my
back was unable. He came towards me, I cowered, afraid mewling in my throat. I
had lost total control. You have the right to give me to anyone you choose and I
betrayed my training. This man would tell you and my slavery would end. I tried
to show him my subservience, but instead felt I looked cowardly and worthless.
When he reached me he grabbed my upper arms and pulled me to my knees. He pushed
my head down between my legs and walked away. My sobs started to diminish as the
hysteria lost its hold on me. "Wait here" he ordered, I recognized his voice as
the man that had been with you and I in the tile room. As he walked away from me
the other female begin to cry, fake crocodile tears. He must also have thought
they sounded false as he quietly ordered her to shut up before he had her
whipped. She quieted down and started to tell him a warped version of what had
happened. "Nathan, the bitch tried to escape." He let her carry on with her
story for awhile. I was nearly ready to speak in my defense when he reminded her
of the surveillance cameras in each room. She gasped and then began crying in
earnest, begging him to be lenient. "Take her away" he said loudly. The door was
opened and two men entered and half carrying, half dragging pulled her from the
room. I remained perfectly still. The temptation was very strong to smirk at her
misfortune, but I was more worried about my own fate. He stood in front of me
for awhile. I began to shake, the trepidation building. I did not want to break
down like the other woman had. "You may look at me." I slowly lifted my head
from my knees and took my first close look at him. He was about 6'4", very
strongly built and handsome in a rough hewn way. He was carrying on his belt a
riding crop, a cane and a cat of nine tails. This man was not here to discuss
the weather, nor did he appear to be playing a game. Suddenly my arousal
returned. "Listen carefully. What Sara said is true, you will be here for three
days and are to be pieced in each nipple and each of your lower lips. I am well
experienced in this and you will feel no more pain during the piercing than you
would expect during a mild to moderate discipline session. You will also be
whipped severely." As he talked he casually walked around the room as if he had
given this speech a hundred times and was bored with it. I cautiously explored
the room with my eyes and was surprised. It looked to be a combination doctors
office and B&D playroom. There was a regular doctors bench in the center of the
room. To my left was a wall full of cabinets that looked more like they belonged
in a hospital. To my right was the door and 2 sets of cuffs attached to the
wall. In the far right corner was a man sized sling. He continued to talk, but
seemed freer with his words. "As Sara stated, your master has complained about
your recent behavior. He did not however want to dismiss you immediately, but
rather wanted to give you a warning and something to remind you of your
enslavement to him. I will give you the first whipping, the few swats you
received in the outer room doesn't count as a full session. This whipping is
normally Sara's responsibility, but apparently she still needs some practice in
control of herself and slaves. She still will give you at least one whipping,
but it will be supervised. I am Nathan and there are two others who will be
helping me with your training, Tom and Nick. You will meet them now." Once again
the door opened on his cue, two men average in appearance but very well built
entered the room. "Tie her to the bench." The men pulled me to my feet and
walked me to the bench. I climbed on top of it after one of them had unclamped
my hands and lay down on my back at their urging. "Remain perfectly still,"
Nathan ordered from behind me. They both went to work apparently well practiced,
because I was quickly bound to the table with numerous straps I had not noticed
before. I was completed immobilized, I could not move except to turn my head.
"Leave us," he told them. As they left the room, he walked over to me and began
caressing my breasts pulling gently on my nipples at first and then gradually
became rougher until I moaned. He immediately let go and moved lower tugging at
my labia in the same manner, sharply tugging and pinching. At my moan he once
again stopped and walked away. I followed him with my eyes, he opened a cabinet
door and pulled out a small piece of equipment. I could not quite see what they
were but my straining to look caught his attention. He walked back to me,
starring into my eyes. "Should you be looking at me?" he asked. I shook my head
no, and looked away. I heard him walk back and open and close several drawers. I
started to smell rubbing alcohol and realized I was not bound to this table to
be whipped, but to be pierced. My mind was a whir. I was, as always, eager to
find new ways to serve you, but I had not expected this to happen. When we were
first getting to know each other you asked me about piercing my nipples, I
remember telling you I didn't think I was ready. Apparently you thought the time
had come and my behavior demanded some sort of response. As I thought back to my
performance of the last few weeks, I realized what you had said was true. I had
not been as dedicated to you as I should be. I didn't know why I had been
temperamental and disobedient, I think maybe I had become accustomed to your
occasional leniencies and wanted to see how far I could push before you pushed
back. I had my answer. I vowed to change my behavior, needing your discipline
and affection as much as I need food and water to survive. I would be proud to
wear the rings and regretted I had forced you to go to these lengths to remind
me of my promise and allegiance to you. I heard Nathan approach the table and
felt him put a leather covered bar in my mouth. He ordered me to bite down on
it. He pulled at my left nipple and suddenly I felt a sharp tug, a pinch and I
heard the clink of metal. After watching my face for a moment, gauging my
reaction, he proceeded to my right nipple. My right and left lower lip were done
just as quickly with no lasting pain involved. "Clench down hard on the bar" he
commanded. I did so and suddenly felt my breasts and cunt on fire. He had poured
rubbing alcohol on the new rings. I struggled to get away, dropping the bar out
of my mouth. Again, he poured more on and unable to help myself I screamed.
Silence, total silence. I had not screamed without a gag covering my mouth in
almost a year. If you were here, I knew you would dismiss me immediately, it is
your one nonnegotiable rule. I waited in petrified silence, two major mistakes
in less than an hour. Nathan turned his back to me and walked away. I knew it
was over, I would be released. I sobbed dejectedly. "Slaves do not cry" he
scolded. "Your master said a scream from you would be rare and unexpected, I am
not disappointed. You have behaved admirably and a scream will not end your
torment. Nor will it, in this one incident, mean your dismissal." My sobs
dwindled. He talked very freely with me as he undid my straps. I am used to your
silences and this unnerved me a little. "We will now go into the room where you
will be staying during your visit. You will not be fettered unless you show
yourself to be untrustworthy and then your time here will end, and you will be
sent home in disgrace. We do not have the time or desire to provide constant
supervision and with the piercings just completed, it is not safe for
circulation to be cut off from any area to your body. Even during your whippings
you will remain untied. You master assures me you have been whipped this way
before and it should not pose a problem. He pulled me to my feet and I looked at
my nipples for the first time. The rings were plain stainless steel and about an
inch in diameter. The sight of the metal passing through my body was an odd one
and the areas were very sore. We walked down a long quiet richly decorated hall.
Nathan opened a door and stepped into a bright room, he motioned for me to
follow. I was happily surprised by the beauty of it. I had been expecting a
dungeon and was delighted to see a replica of a Victorian bedroom, lace and
flowers everywhere. I was led to the middle of the room and told to stretch my
arms above my head. Nathan returned to stand by the door and when I was fully
extended, he flipped a switch lowering a bar from the ceiling. He stopped
lowering it when it was to a place where I could grasp the bar while standing on
my toes. He checked my grip on the bar and shoved the leather covered gag back
in my mouth. I watched him pull the riding crop from his belt. I was for the
first time in several hours put at ease, being very familiar with the bite and
sting of a well manipulated crop. He began very basically, whipping my thighs,
my rib cage, going around to my back and whipping my buttocks and the tops of
the backs of my thighs. He started in harder, with a well established rhythm and
I felt like purring. The pain was building, as it always does. I know each stage
like I know my name, the surface stinging, the spread of the pleasure that
spreads deeper, then the pain that mingles with the pleasure and finally the
release of both sensations into an orgasm. Nathan however, also knew the stages
for rather than proceeding past the deep pain, he stopped. He walked closer and
began to gently caress the areas he had just whipped with such frenzy. I moaned
through the gag which gained me a smile from his lips and a friendly pat. He
walked away from me and set down the crop and pulled the cane from his belt. The
cane was usually much quicker at proceeding through the stages, yet again he did
not seem to want to let this happen. He would get one area very hot and then
move on to another. He would then return to the first area he had soothing it
until just a small bit of pleasure remained and then whipping me again until the
point of pain. I was no longer even trying to hide the moans but they did not
appear to affect him beyond his first smile. When once again I thought the break
though would occur he walked away and lay down the cane. This time he walked
back to me with some lotion and began to gently rub me down. I sobbed behind my
gag, feeling the sting loose its hold on my body. The cream must have had an
anesthetic property because the pain was lessening and even the pleasure seemed
diminish. My body started to relax. He walked away again and turned around. I
had closed my eyes. I did not want to see the cat-a-nine-tails pulled from his
belt but knew it was next. "Open your eyes." I slowly opened my eyes and watched
him pull the long knotted whip loose. "Your master says he does not own one of
these but borrowed a friends once when you were drunk. You pleaded the next day
for him to never use it again and he hasn't. Actually it took some convincing
for your master to agree to this particular whip. It was the only part of the
training where he and I disagreed. He allowed me to make the judgment and I
think this is necessary. I also made sure he agreed in front of you before he
dropped you off so you would know it was his choice. I will be sending you home
with one of these as a going home present." He walked around me swishing me with
the whip, taunting me. He stopped in back of me and I could no longer feel the
whip against me. I tensed, knowing the whipping would begin, but once again he
gently caressed me with the whip. He played this game several times. I was
beside myself, tense and nervous as if it was my first whipping. And then slash,
the whip struck me across my back and I twisted away, exposing my front to him,
slash, the whip splayed across the top six inches of my thighs. I twisted again,
feeling like a marionette. The pain built, there was no pleasure, my escape was
nowhere near. He slashed again and again. I was helpless, ready to scream from
the agony and then I felt myself falling, an orgasm ripping through my body. I
fainted from the powerful sensation. I awoke in the dark. I moved only slightly
and the whole day's happening returned to me. I began to cry, begging for you to
forgive me and to come back for me. The door to my room opened and one of the
young men I had seen earlier came in. I cringed away from him as he turned on
the light. He had a plate of food and a bottle of medicine on a tray. "Get out
of bed and grasp the bar," he ordered. I was frightened and could not stand.
"You are not to be whipped now, just cleaned and feed," he said in an
exasperated tone of voice. He pulled the cover from my body and pulled me from
the bed to the center of the room. Lifting my arms above my head I grasped the
bar. Even this little bit of movement brought a groan from me, my muscles
screaming from the whipping I received. He took the bottle from the tray and
poured some on my nipples. As the hydrogen peroxide bubbled, I released a breath
of relief glad it was not rubbing alcohol. "You will have to sit down to allow
me to clean the lower rings." I followed him to the bathroom and sat on the edge
of the bathtub as he gently finished his task. "You will be left alone until
morning. You are allowed to read, eat and sleep, but you must not touch
yourself. Are these orders clear?" I nodded my head and he watched as he left
the room. I heard a click of a lock and knew I was alone. In the bright light of
the bathroom I examined my rings closer. The areas were still slightly painful,
but no more so than they are after being tightly clamped. The rings were very
plain, I had seen other slaves in the last year with rings and remembered your
comments as to the beauty of their piercing. I liked these rings. You have
always dressed me plainly, my harness, all of my slave trappings are very plain.
The only vanity you have ever allowed me is my long hair. My beauty, you have
always said, is enough decoration and must always shine through. I am not to
cover or diminish it with silly feminine trappings. When I had first seen these
I was disappointed, but after remembering your tastes and preference, I realized
that you had picked them specifically for me. The rest of my body was covered in
bruises, reminders of an expert's whipping. You have whipped me severely only a
few times, twice in a fit of fury and once, when we were drunk to see how much I
could take. Yet, you had never been as harsh or had struck as deeply as this man
had done. I have always known that you could not take me this far and was
somewhat reassured by your reluctance. I put my whole life in your hands and,
although lately I had not performed perfectly, I hoped your dedication to me
would remain the same. I went back into the bedroom and carefully sat down on
the edge of a chair to enjoy a much needed meal. The food was well prepared and
I devoured it quickly. I went to the bookcase to find something to read but
suddenly felt sleepy. I stretched out on my back, very carefully and fell
asleep. I awoke on my own. The sun streaming in the windows filled the room with
its intense light. As I sat up, my door was opened and the same young man from
last night came in. As he set down my breakfast tray, I noticed last night's
tray had been removed while I slept. When he motioned to the bar, I climbed out
of bed and grasped it as I had the night before. Once again he swabbed my
nipples with peroxide and led me to the bathroom. He began talking to me as he
sat me down to clean my rings. "You have a half hour until inspection by Master
Nathan, you must be showered, finished with your breakfast and gripping the bar
with your gag in place. There are no clocks in these rooms so you will just have
to go on your own judgment. Do not forget there are cameras in each room and we
can tell if you have obeyed our orders and any deviation will be harshly
treated." As he left the room, I started the shower, then washed up quickly. I
brushed my teeth with the toothbrush and paste left on the sink and hurried into
the bedroom to eat my breakfast. I did not know if a half hour had passed, but
did not want to take any chances. I grasped the bar and stood in the required
position. I had been there for only a few minutes when the door opened. It was
Nathan, dressed similarly to yesterday, with all three whips on his belt.
"Understand this," he growls. "You will be whipped four times today. I have
arranged these whippings in the order of severity and the skill of the
tormentor. I will whip you now, I am sure you remember my skill from yesterday.
Tom, my head assistant, will whip you after lunch. He has a lot of experience,
but not my strength. Nick, the man who has had the responsibility of your care
will whip you after tea and Sara will whip you after the communal dinner for the
entertainment of us all. She is not as strong or as experienced as the rest of
us, but more than makes up for this in her knowledge of women and her
ingenuity." "This schedule will be repeated tomorrow with Sara giving you her
whipping after dinner in this room. I will be in the room to supervise, not to
stop her, just correct her actions and to teach her the signs of the stages of
pain. I will not interfere unless she draws blood." "I must tell you one
additional thing. I am very impressed with your performance. I have never had
the pleasure of whipping an untied female slave until they reached that special
place of release you found last night. They have always cowered or cried until I
was so repulsed I could go no farther with their punishment. You were a good
slave and your excellent performance will be reported to your master." Nathan
turned back and looked at me and we both discovered at the same time I had
forgotten the bar I was to use as a gag. He quietly walked to the table beside
the bed and brought to me. He placed it in my mouth and with a teasing slap on
my bottom, walked away from me. As he had yesterday he stood in front of me and
pulled out his riding crop. "This will be virtually the same whipping you
received yesterday, but of course with your bruises it will seem much harsher."
He began hitting me with the crop. The pleasure started to build, I was
surprised. My body seemed so sore yet it was responding with the same zest it
always does to the crop. As the feeling grew, I knew he was intentionally
arousing me. Yesterday when the whipping started I was aroused, but, as you know
I am not a morning person and did not feel excited when he arrived in the room
this morning. Even Nathan's words of praise did not heighten my desire. I
gathered he must have sensed this and was building a pleasure plateau so the
pain would have a good base and I would be able to handle more strokes. As I
thought these things Nathan began to strike harder, aiming carefully for the
heavy bruises from last night. Here was the pain I was expecting. Like last
night, he would build me to a fiery pitch and then step away. Finally he walked
away from me lay down the crop and pulled out the cane. "Do you remember my
little friend?" he asked. I nodded at him as he approached me. "Shouldn't you be
looking down?". Horrified I lowered my head. "I believe this is the second time
I have had to remind you of your place and of a very simple rule, isn't it?"
Once again I nodded. "If anyone catches you looking up again, I am afraid the
rules will change and another beating will be in order. I really am appalled by
your bad behavior." As he said this last statement he began striking me with the
cane. Like last night, heating up an area and then caressing it until the pain
subsided, moving on to a new area with the cane. He walked away and returned
with the bottle of lotion. I began to panic as I remembered the night before, I
was afraid I would not be able to let him strike with the whip. As he walked
away I began to sob, the sound seemed loud in the quiet room my gag held back
most of my cries. He stood in front of me for a long time. My cries grew louder
and hoarser, I could not stop and began to feel hysteria pulling at my body. I
crumbled to the floor. Horribly ashamed but unable to move I lay there and
cried. He walked over to me and gently pulled me to my feet. "I give you
permission to look into my eyes." I slowly looked up, I was surprised by the
passion lurking there. I was mesmerized by his eyes. "Please hold the bar for
me. It hurts, I know it does. Remember last night, there is an end and it is a
release we both need." I felt my arms lifting, seemingly of their own accord. I
grasped the bar while still staring deep in his eyes. I looked away but not in
time to miss seeing him pull the knotted whip free. He swished it against my
body but did not play much this time. The first slash was actually a relief. It
was gentler than I remembered, it was still painful, but it did seem not as hurt
much as my imagination had built it up. He whipped me several more times, then
stood in front of me again. "I must bring this to its proper conclusion, it
would be unfair to you if I did not." Then the real pain hit, if anything my
imagination had been kind. The burning slash of the whip made my body feel as
though it was on fire. I dropped the gag and screamed. He did not stop, slashing
harder to each of my screams. I felt something build in me and began to feel
like I had felt the night before. As I fell, I experienced a mind bending
explosion of pleasure and then collapsed unconscious to the floor. When I awoke
I was once again on the bed and a tray with my lunch was beside me. I quickly
ate and then found the gag under my bed where it had rolled earlier. I grasped
the bar and hung my head to wait for the next whipping. As I waited, I thought
back to my experience in this place, I began to wonder about my actions during
the whippings. Nathan had said he was surprised, but it could have been no more
than I. You have always disciplined me we. I usually don't even need to beg for
an end, you have always ended my punishment when I seemed at my limit. Nathan
pushed this limit and it frightened me. Would I be able to feel the same with
you? Or would this now become my new limit? My thoughts began to blur and I
began to wonder about the beating with Tom. Would he take me as far as Nathan
had? Could I stand it again? My body was covered in deep purple bruises and the
welts were too numerous to count. At the back of my mind, a dangerous place for
thoughts to start, came the realization that I had allowed this abuse to my
body, and stayed in place not just once, but twice, of my own free will. I had
allowed a stranger to whip me until I passed out. Tension began to build. What
was I doing here? What would happen next? Would I allow it? The door to my room
opened and to my surprise, Nathan entered the room. "You may lower your arms and
kneel before me." I looked at his face and then quickly looked away remembering
his warning. Releasing the bar I walked the two steps towards him and knelt at
his feet. After seeing him again, I could have no more disobeyed his commands
than stop breathing. "You were not expecting to see me were you?" he started. I
shook my head no, clenching my gag hard with my teeth. I had been expecting Tom,
and a much gentler whipping. Seeing Nathan I began to shake. "I know you are
confused, I have been watching you for the past few minutes. Your emotions show
very clearly on your face. You are now wondering what you should do." He was
right. I was torn between my loyalty to you and my new found feelings for
Nathan. "You fear me don't you? You seemed afraid of Sara. It was not just her
though, was it? It could have been any female. This thing you feel for me is
past that feeling though. I have taken you farther than you dreamed possible."
He had been standing in front of me idly playing with his cat-of-nine-tails. I
nervously watched the ends of it dance to his stroking. He walked away, pacing
almost, as he continued to talk. "I am intrigued by you. Your master called
while you slept to check on your progress. I told him about your whipping. We
discussed your schedule and the severity of the whippings you have experienced
thus far. I complimented him on your endurance training. He didn't answer for
awhile. Finally he said he does not strike you as severely as I described to
him. He was surprised you could tolerate so much. I continued to describe your
actions, telling him about the second whipping and your ready acceptance of my
dominance. I asked if he had increased his discipline with you during your
recent period of disobedience. He admitted he hadn't, hoping it was a phase, not
really wanting to add to your discipline." Nathan sat on the edge of the bed and
beckoned to me. As I started to stand, he said "Crawl to me." I dropped to my
hands and started towards him. "Quickly slave." I hastened my pace and when I
was within arms distance he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so I was
looking directly in his eyes. "You needed more didn't you? You couldn't ask him
though, that wouldn't be right." He stroked my hair as he continued talking.
"Your master has asked that you be allowed to stay here an extra day so he can
watch you during a session when he returns from his trip. He also wants to learn
the technique so he will be able to repeat this performance at home with you."
"Your schedule will have to be changed. Usually when we do a set-up for a
piercing session, we plan a schedule to leave the slave drained of any defiance
or anger towards their master. Surprisingly some slaves do not appreciate the
symbols of ownership they have been given. Yours are plain, but we have observed
you admiring them several times." I blushed then, remembering the times I had
looked at them and imagined Nathan watching me. "As much as I would like to
continue with the schedule I had set up for you, we do not want your strength
and resilience depleted on the day your master arrives." Nathan's hand moved
lower and began toying with my nipple. "Here is my proposal to you. This is a
large complex with many slaves in various stages of training. Actually a very
small percentage are here for piercings, so we have only one floor of our
smallest wing dedicated toward this effort. For the next two days, I propose you
to sample certain parts of our discipline programs. It is my hope and
expectation that you will choose not to return to a master who does not fulfill
your special needs but to stay here as a slave with myself as your master. I can
give you the strong discipline you seem to crave." At his last statement, I
looked into his eyes and saw a deep erotic arousal in his eyes and something I
could not fathom. Anticipation perhaps, but I could not be sure. He slapped my
face then, and gently rubbed the marks that surfaced. My breasts, one at a time,
received the same attention. I tried to look back down at the ground but he
grabbed my chin and forced me to watch his face as he continued. "Your master
and I talked for quite some time. He told me your relationship had started out
with a very strong discipline program. He had hoped you would mellow and not
require such a heavy hand later on. He said recently he had started easing up on
you. I offered him a very good deal concerning his ownership. I have several
slaves ready to be released to masters that offer the strength of discipline he
is comfortable giving." "He stopped me at this point, saying that the two of you
were very close and he was uncertain about wanting to train another slave to his
needs. I assured him this could be worked out, but he seemed unwilling to
discuss it further so I let the subject drop. I will give the two of you some
time alone when he arrives and some time after our session together that day to
talk about the opportunity you are both being given," he paused. "Grasp the
bar." The words were so unexpected that I froze for a moment and slowly stood
up. Too slowly apparently because he whipped out the cat-of-nine tails and
slashed the back of my thighs. I hastened my steps and yet he did not stop the
lashings even after I had grasped the bar. "I love whipping you this way. You
are free to leave the bar. You grunt with every slash, but I can see there is
enjoyment in the torment for you. I am very glad, for there is a great deal of
pleasure for me." He came around and faced me, holding up my chin so I looked
him in the eye. "Do you like my whip?" I did nothing. He took the gag out of my
mouth and asked me again, "Do you like my whip?" This was the first opportunity
I had to speak since I arrived and did not know what to say. I am not a talker,
you tease me about it often enough. I shook my head no. It was the truth I did
not like the whip. It is too harsh with only a little pleasure at the beginning
of the strokes, I did however like the whipping. I like being a target for
aggression and dominance. It is the same thing as allowing you to clamp and
unclamp my nipples, after awhile there is only pain, but it is what you want and
I like to serve you and know that I am pleasing you. The pain then becomes my
pleasure. He had been standing still in front of me watching me and then let me
go. I had lowered my eyes long before, I was uncomfortable with the intenseness
of his emotions and felt as if I was being untrue to you. "I don't like wanting
you like this," Nathan started awkwardly. "It takes away the challenge from both
of us. If you stay you will probably see my desire again but only as we fall
asleep." "I want to fuck you. With the same style I whipped you, hard
uncompromising but with great attention to detail. I can imagine you in a
thousand positions, each slightly different from the rest, each paying specific
attention to a part of your body. I picture your upper body suspended off a
table by mere inches by the rings through you nipples. Your ass at the edge of
my bed, ready for me to walk up and slam my cock deep into your cunt. Your
master mentioned you like having your ass fucked but that he did not enjoy it.
It is the reason for the dildo he has you wear. He had hoped that it would
loosen you and improve his pleasure, but it still does not excite him to fuck
you there. I will. Often. You will not need a dildo, there are enough slaves
around here for me to share you with that you should always be satisfied
sexually and my whippings should help you maintain this contentment." His words
were so powerful that I was panting, my mouth slightly open. I felt flushed and
deeply aroused. He lowered my arms and started brushing my nipples. It was the
first sexual attention that had been paid to them since you removed my clamps
yesterday. My nipples tightened as my breasts started to swell. The rings felt
heavy and when he tugged on them I moaned and arched into his hands. He led me
to the bed and pushed me down on it. He was not gentle, and was arousing me with
his rough caresses. He would scrape his fingernail across my deep welts and pull
back to watch me moan with the exhilaration. I had long since closed my eyes,
but opened them as he touched my clitoris. It must have been standing upright
for him to grab it so quickly, he pulled hard on it. I tried to pull away
feeling an orgasm building, but he would not let me go. I came, moaning and
thrashing on the bed, yet still he did not release me. His hand continually
pulled at my clit wrenching harsher moans out of me and then gasps of pure
pleasure as his other hand pulled on my nipples. I felt the bed shift and as he
lay down on me I realized he had uncovered his cock. He let go of my clit and I
started to relax. He placed my legs on his shoulders and drove his cock into me.
He was not long, but quite wide, and I nearly passed out with pleasure. I loved
being fucked this way, immobile without being tied. My thigh muscles were pushed
to their limits, and his body slammed into my clit each time he thrust his cock
deep into me. His hand on the outside of my thighs pinched and pulled at the
bruises and welts he had given me. He was grunting loud in pace with his hard
thrusts. He moved faster and then pushing my legs harder into my chest he pulled
his cock out of my cunt and stuffed it up my ass. Feeling him tear me open sent
me over the edge, and I came, screaming loudly, begging him not to stop. He
granted my request for a few strokes and then pulled his cock out and jerked
himself off across my stomach. We both collapsed, my legs tumbled down on to the
bed as he released them and we fell asleep. I awoke to someone pulling on my
nipple rings, when I realized how I was positioned, I was surprised to have
slept through any of it. I felt confused, and wondered about the odd smell in my
nostrils. Looking around I discovered I was in a large room, it appeared to be a
dining room. I suddenly remembered Nathan saying something earlier about my
being whipped by Sara after the communal dinner, but after he had said my
schedule was changed I hadn't really thought about it. The man pulling my nipple
rings was unfamiliar to me and walked away as I stirred. Both my hands were tied
together and held securely above my head. My legs seemed free to move but felt
very heavy. When I lifted one I discovered my cuffs were connected to a 2 foot
chain attached to rings in the floor. I was curious as to why there should be so
much slack when I felt two people behind pull my legs apart. When I tried to
turn my head a third person jerked my hair and pulled my head back so I was
looking at the ceiling. "You will not turn your head, you will not look down,
you will not make a sound," Sara's voice pounded through my head. My legs were
well spread now, my inner thigh muscles screamed with pain. I felt something
scrape against my clit, and then it was pulled away. Smack, a crop was being
used between my legs. It was not accurately aimed and fell on my thighs. Several
more attempts to hit that very delicate spot between my legs failed to hit the
mark. The crop still hurt as my inner thighs were not usually targets for the
crop. I closed my eyes imagining someone else hitting me, trying to picture you,
but instead only being able to see Nathan. I forced my eyes open. I should not
be imagining him. You are my master. You deserve my devotion. You have seen me
through several phases of training and have been very good to me. Sara, still
trying to hit my clit, had given up on aiming and just worked the odds, hitting
me as hard and fast as she could in this very awkward position. My thighs ached.
I certainly was not going to let her know that she was having any affect on me.
She was starting to loose control and I hoped that what Nathan had said earlier
about her being supervised was true. It then occurred to me that as I had looked
around the room earlier it had been empty and if this was a communal whipping,
it should not have been. My anger grew as I came to the conclusion that this
bitch was striking me without permission or as Nathan had put it "supervision."
"Let me down, you bitch," I calmly spoke. "You do not have permission to have me
here." "You are quite right about that," Sara replied. "It just doesn't matter
anymore. He doesn't want me any more, he wants you, so you'll pay." She walked
away and I heard someone at my side try to discourage her from moving on to the
next step. "If you cannot handle it you may leave. I don't want her spread for
this whipping anyway," she said to them. I felt my legs released and was glad to
be able to support my body with them. My arms were stretched from holding the
bar during my whippings and the pain increased while I had been supporting most
of my weight with them. "If you use that whip on her, he will use it on you. She
may be able to handle it, but you certainly can't. You cry with the cane." It
was a young male from the sound of his voice, very unsure of himself. "Leave if
you can't take it, get out!" She was shouting now, apparently the boy was not
the only one sure of himself. This revelation did nothing to ease the dread
building in me. I assumed she had a cat-of-nine-tails in her hands and was
considering using it on me. A inept strike against my legs confirmed my
thoughts. I was a little concerned. I had seen friends whose masters had tried
to use this particular type of whip with no experience cause real damage and
scarring and I didn't want it to happen to me. I began to try to think of a way
out of it. She continued to lash at me, with poorly timed and aimed strokes. She
was improving though. I was sure there were the starts of new welts on my back.
I wondered if there was any way to stop this but assumed since no one had come
to my rescue so far that help was unlikely. I decided to try faking my pain and
see if she was inexperienced enough to buy it. I grunted at the next hard
switch. "So, you're starting to like it, I'm glad, there will be a lot to
follow." She kept up the same stroke and I kept grunting, occasionally moaning,
not really interested. It hurt, but Nathan had been able to hit me accurately
and timed the strokes better. I stopped myself, I should not be thinking of
Nathan and definitely should not remember the feelings he aroused in me. While I
was thinking about this I had forgotten to grunt, so Miss Bitch decided to go a
little harder. She was groaning and wheezing with the effort, but since she
didn't seem to realize that a snap with the whip was what was called for in
these situations, she was wearing herself out faster than me. I certainly wasn't
going to correct her technique so I just increased my fake grunts as she
increased pressure. I threw in a few sobs now and then, trying to squeeze some
fake tears, but not having much luck. Fortunately my face was towards the
ceiling so she really couldn't tell. "I find a snap of the wrist is really more
effective Sara." It was Nathan. We both froze. I was uncertain of his intent,
was he going to show her how to whip me well or did he have other things in
mind? "Let me show you." Apparently Sara gave him the whip because he first
showed her a better grip for the whip. "Stand near her so you can see the action
of the whip," Nathan told her. I tensed, knowing that this wouldn't be a gentle
one. I heard the crack of the whip and a cry of pain, but realized it wasn't
mine. He had struck Sara with the whip and then continued to hit her. I felt her
fall against my legs, and then curl up trying to get away from him and the whip.
"Release her," Nathan said it very quietly, but I didn't think Sara heard over
her sobs. Someone else was in the room and the cuffs on my arms were untied from
the ceiling. Sara was still huddled against my bound legs. I dropped my arms as
soon as they were unfastened and rubbed the soreness from them. I did not move
anything else. Nathan sounded to be in a foul mood and I did not want to anger
my master. As I stood there, Sara sobbing at my feet, someone working on my
ankle cuffs, I realized that once again I had thought of Nathan as my master.
You had allowed others to punish me and the thought of them as my master had not
occurred to me. I didn't understand the difference and was troubled. I was still
looking at the ceiling when I heard Nathan tell someone to "help her down." I
expected to feel Sara pulled from around my feet, when I felt someone grasp my
hand. I looked down and Nick was gently pulling me down from the platform. We
walked down two steps and Nick turned me around to face the platform. "Tie Sara
in the same position." Nick let me go and leaped up to the platform. He seemed
to take great pleasure in tugging Sara into place. He wasn't gentle, bringing
tears to her eyes as he pulled on her arms. She kicked him as he tried to tie
her ankles. "Never mind, Nick, I can whip her just as well this way." Nathan
stepped closer to Sara and pulled his whip off his belt. "I have never whipped
you this way before, Sara. You should have told me you wanted it, I would have
been glad to oblige." Sara started begging him not to hit her. Nathan ignored
her and pulled his whip back to strike. For some reason I could not watch and
looked down. At the sound of the first strike I heard a blood curling scream and
then silence. "Damn it she's fainted. Nick, revive our prima donna," Nathan
sounded thoroughly disgusted. Nick stepped back on the platform and slapped
Sara's face. She came to, moaning. Nathan slashed again. Another scream and then
silence. "Leave her alone," Nathan told Nick as he made to revive her again.
Take her to punishments in an hour, leave her hanging her until then." Sara had
begun to moan as Nathan talked. Another slash quieted her. I did not know what
to do. This type of situation had never arisen between us. I was a little
worried about reprisals. I could think of nothing I had done wrong. I wasn't
really hurt, a little sore in spots, but I had already been that way from my
previous whippings. Nathan walked around Sara and headed over in my direction, I
kneeled before him as he walked down the stairs. I knew in that moment, that if
were to command me I would do anything, whether I thought it was with your
wishes or against. I was mortified. You had been carefully training me for
nearly two years now and I was ready to betray all you had taught me. "On your
feet and follow me," Nathan said as he passed me. I stood up and did as he
requested. We walked out of the dinner room and down a barely lit hall. Several
of the rooms were open, they appeared to be austere quarters, each had a bed and
several sets of cuffs. Some of the cuffs were near the bed, some suspended from
the ceiling, and others against the walls. I wondered if the doors that were
closed had occupants restrained in their cuffs. Nathan turned a corner and
headed up a flight of stairs. As I followed I noticed as I took each step my
legs brushed past each other and my lower rings clanked together. It was a very
pleasant sound. It occurred to me that when I first arrived and heard bells
jingling, they were probably hung from a slave's rings. Nathan and I were
nearing a second flight of stairs, when someone called his name. Nathan turned
to me and pushed my head down, saying "Kneel". "Yes, what is it?" he sounded
exasperated. "There is a fight in the exercise yard. Three slaves have pinned
Gregory to the ground and are beating him. They have locked the door from their
side and no one can find the extra key. May I borrow yours?" "No, I will see to
this myself. Take this slave to my room and bind her right arm to the bed frame,
leave her to sleep for a few hours, but lock the door behind you. Allow no one
to punish her, she does not know the rules so she may unwittingly break a few."
Nathan turned away and then turned back. "Oh yes, she has earned the right to
walk there." I nearly beamed with pleasure. I had done something (I didn't have
a clue what it could have been) that had pleased him. I felt like I floated the
rest of the way. Upon entering Nathan's bedroom I let out a grasp. It was every
one of my fantasies together in one room. The room was dark, dark green
wallpaper with a masculine print. A large king size bed dominating the wall
opposite the door. There appeared to be a balcony off the wall to our left and a
bathroom off to our right. The gentleman led me into the bathroom and telling me
to hurry closed the door. I quickly relieved myself and brushed my hair with a
brush on the sink. As I was pulling my blond hairs from the brush, the door
opened. I put down the brush and followed him out of the room. "Lie down on your
back in the center of the bed and raise your right arm above your head towards
the headboard," he told me sounding rather bored with the whole activity. I did
as he said and felt him bind my wrist as Nathan had requested. He then checked
my rings, tugging each. I assumed he was making sure there were no complications
to my piercing, he had a very bored expression on his face and seemed to be
hurrying to get out of the room. "You may not leave the bed. The surveillance
camera is on although when Nathan returns I am sure he will turn it off again.
Nathan may be only a few minutes or he could be several hours. I suggest you do
as he suggested and get some sleep. He will probably be in a foul mood when he
returns so I would watch my behavior." As he finished this lecture he walked
towards the door and walked out, closing the door behind him. I heard the lock
click and wondered at the sound. Did they think I was Houdini and could free
from a locked chain. Looking closer at my cuff, I understood. It was a simple
buckle that I could easily undo. Of course I had no desire to do so and
following Nathan's suggestion settled myself deeper into the covers for some
sleep. I awoke what seemed to be much later. The muscles that had seemed only
slightly sore when I fell asleep we knotted from remaining still for so long. I
started stretching each one, as I had done several times before after a good
bondage session. The same languor filtered though my body relaxing me until I
fell asleep again. When I awoke this time the sensations were much more
pleasant. Nathan was stroking my clit. I stretched my other arm over my head and
arched my back, showing my pleasure to him. "Good morning sleepyhead. You slept
nearly 15 hours, nearly a new record." His strokings were becoming rougher and
more rapid. I was making mewling sounds in my throat and had not lowered my arm.
When he stopped I opened my eyes and watched as he bound my left wrist to my
right. "This is your day of discovery." Nathan purred in my ear. "By the end of
today I hope to have convinced you to stay with me. Before we leave this room I
must explain a few rules. The most important to understand is that you must
never look anyone in the eyes, not slaves, servants and most definitely not the
masters. Each class is very easy to distinguish by looking at their ankles and
feet. Slaves are bare footed and cuffed. Servants are bare footed with no cuffs
and masters always have on some sort of foot wear. Slaves are never permitted to
address anyone, but if one should try to talk to you, ignore them totally.
Servants are to be answered if they ask you a direct question and then your
answer should be only 'Yes, sir', 'No, Sir', or 'I don't know, Sir.' Masters
receive the same replies only the word Master is used instead of Sir. You may
address me in this chamber as Sir, Master or Master Nathan, outside these rooms
I am only Master." He paused in his lecture and opened a dresser drawer. "I am
now going to replace your rings with a set with my markings on them. They are
not permanent, but will help identify you during the day. Several of the staff
have been notified of my plans for you and will be helping you in your
explorations. When we are outside this room and anyone approaches us you must
immediately kneel to the ground and place your forehead at my feet. I will want
to show you to several of the masters here and this is how all slaves are
displayed. You will walk upright unless you are being punished or I am showing
off your lovely bottom." "Your training will not follow our usual routine for
new slaves. You are past several of our training steps and backtracking to
lighter punishments would merely bore you. However you are not quite ready for
advanced slave tactics. This change will take some work on my part and right at
this moment I have no extra time. You will just be exploring for now." I felt
the bed lower on my left side, but did not dare to look at Nathan. I wanted to
see his face again, but after his lecture did not want to break a simple rule.
Nathan made short work of replacing the rings, not eve
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