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Denise
by Miss Irene Clearmont

My first novel. This is now the definative text for 'Denise'. I have no plans to
fiddle. I tried here to write a first person novel. It has it's moments and it was
fun and painful to write. In fact it took 3 years. I have learned to type faster
since then. I re-wrote it in third person mode as 'Dark Widow'. As I wrote the new
version it morphed in my hands into a completely different novel with many of the
situations and the plot ideas changed! So now these characters have to be punished
twice in different ways. Personally I feel that

I hope that you like it.

Irene

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The Puppet Mistress

I was Denise Arden Lamont, but this is not only her story. It is the tale of a fool
slut and her entrapment. By allowing myself to slip into a world of sexual slavery I
was changed from a woman in command of herself, into a chattel sex plaything under
the control of ruthless Mistress's. Their goal is simply to demand, and get sexual
gratification from their ascendancy over me. How I was brought low is told here.

One 1989 Mid Year Harvard

I have, I suppose always lived a life of ease. This comes of being born into a
wealthy "Old Money" family that has always married into other wealthy families. The
real problem of being rich is not how to live a full life, but rather how to do
enough to make life interesting. I chose to work even though my trust fund would
allow me live an easy life. My work absorbed me like my meagre family life never
had. On my thirtieth birthday I would find myself very rich but until then I had to
live on the returns and interest, actually not a small income. In my circle of
friends there were a few women who spent all their time fucking the gardener and
handyman and their money on designer clothes. My closest friends however, were made
of rather stronger stuff.

In the late 80's it was vogue to go and get educated in university, and of course
rebel against the system. I myself studied law. This was not rebellion but status.
Getting into Harvard was not a problem, money talks. It turned out that I had
proficiency for legalities and the course became on obsession. I enjoyed the power
of holding a client or adversary in the palm of my hand.

It was there that I first met Katherine De Burg. She was certainly not a striking
girl. Even at the age of twenty she was rather on the plump side with large breasts
and short legs. Not that she wasn't attractive, it was as if she didn't care. She
was studying law as well, but was also taking a complimentary psychology course. As
the courses continued she shied away from law and took a doctorate in psychology.
The funny thing was that I really felt attracted to her, and even though her circle
of friends was quite different to mine we often did things together, especially as
we both came from Jersey. I remember that she seemingly had no boyfriends. Since it
was trendy to be homosexual. I wrongly assumed that she got her kicks elsewhere. How
wrong I was.

The story starts on the day that I paid her a visit at her apartment. I didn't go
there often but it was not the first time. She was one of the few students whose
parents were rich enough to make sure that their little girl lived comfortably. We
had agreed to do an essay assignment on Tort Law together, as it was an area that I
particularly had an interest in, but in which Kathy struggled. I knocked on her door
without answer and tried the handle.

The large well-furnished apartment had three rooms. From her bedroom I could hear
conversation. Rather na?vely I went in. To my amazement I saw a rather muscular guy
naked on her bed. Kathy was standing by him with a bamboo cane in one hand and a
cigarette in the other. The man was firmly tied to the bed with arms and legs
outstretched, and had the most enormous erection. Tied round the base of his cock
was a rough piece of rope. When I entered the room Kathy turned to see and gasped
with surprise. I could do nothing but stand amazed. It was of course Kathy who
recovered first.

"Sorry. I forgot the assignment." She said.

Everyone has dabbled in bondage at one time or another. But to see it live as a
spectator is bound to be a shock. The man on the bed looked at me with a neutral
expression, his prick standing proudly its purple tip shiny and exposed. Even so I
could not help to be curiously interested in the sight of the plump Kathy with a
crop threatening the hunk on the bed.

"I'll come back later." I replied.

"No. Let me show you what I've achieved." Said Kathy as though her sexual
achievements were of interest to me.

Without waiting for an answer she turned to the man and said, "Whom do you serve?"

"You mistress." Came the reply.

"This is Gerald. He loves and serves me. In fact he just can't wait to serve me.
Tell Denise what you can do." Whist she spoke she moved the tip of the cane up and
down his now straining cock. When it reached the top she flicked it a little to
catch the purple top a smack.

"I can do anything for you mistress." Came the reply.

A superior look came across Kathy's face. Taking a drag from her cigarette she bent
over him and blew the smoke into his face. Gerald did not seem to notice the smoke
but looked at Kathy with a gaze of pure devotion. I felt a small flutter in my
chest, I had never managed to get a man tied up like this, and I was beginning to
become interested in finding out more. Not that I would have admitted it to anyone,
even myself.

"Today is Gerald's atonement day. Yesterday he promised me the earth but failed to
deliver. I offered him a chance to get back into my good books. Denise, sit down and
I'll tell you a story."

Kathy patted the bed and I sat down with my back to Gerald. I could feel his hard
naked muscular body behind me. Kathy did not sit down, but stood by the bed and
talked as she ran the tip of the cane all over Gerald. Every now and then she
whacked him with it lightly and I could feel a suppressed shiver as he moved.

"I have decided to train a man. I got the idea about six months ago. Basically I
read a book about conditioning animals on my course, and what is a man if he is not
an animal? Best of all I've decided to do it while telling the man what it is that
I'm doing. That's the challenge and the pleasure. Gerald is the second, and I'm
getting better. The trouble was that I went too quickly. Even with Gerald. It's not
enough that he does as I tell him. I want him to want with heart and soul to do what
ever I want."

As she was talking I could see that her nipples were hardening through the dress
that she had on. Her breathing was faster and the hand with the cigarette was
shaking.

"Do you mind me showing you?" she asked.

Kathy's excitement was infectious. I was dubious though and wondered whether the two
of them were indulging in some sort of game to get three in a bed. I decided that I
was not going to get involved in any threesomes but still my curiosity was piqued.

"Show me." I replied.

Stubbing out the cigarette, she waved me from the bed. Then she took a cloth and
blindfolded Gerald. After the blindfold was on she kicked off a shoe. Her chubby
toes were placed over Gerald's mouth.

"Lick me slave."

Gerald's tongue licked her foot as she played the cane over his cock. After a few
licks she worked her toes into his mouth. She stopped hitting his hard-on but just
played the end of the bamboo over to tip of his erection making his cock throb and
jerk. When she had had enough she signalled me to watch closely.

"Gerald." She said, "I'm going to touch your cock with my foot. I know that you love
my feet and always come for them. If you come this time though, I shall use the
glove. I wish to show Denise how much you love me."

With that she turned on one foot and ran her foot, still wet from his mouth, down
his body. Then her toes touched his straining cock. As soon as she did so his prick
leaped and his come shot over Kathy's toes. Still dripping with come she put her
toes back into his mouth as he tried to beg forgiveness for coming. She fastidiously
made sure her foot was licked clean before she continued.

"No excuses. Now I'm going to use the punishment glove. If you come again you will
regret it." She said in a quiet voice.

Reaching under the bed she pulled out a slim black leather glove. As she pulled it
on I saw that sandpaper had been attached to the insides of the fingers.

"Ten strokes, count them..."

Grasping his prick in the glove she pulled. Every time she finished a stroke he
counted. With the other hand she ran the cane over his body and whacked him at every
count. By the time the ten strokes were finished his prick was red raw, but he still
had a massive erection. She struck every part of his bound body. One blow caught the
side of his face and left a welt.

"I have now worked out a conditioning that will make him mine. You see, every time
that I allow him to come it is always with my feet. He can reach orgasm no other
way. Two days ago I fucked him for two hours without him coming until I touched his
cock with my toes." She said. "Of course there are refinements that I wished that
I'd brought in sooner, but my dear Gerald is now the slave to my feet."

Slowly she untied him and removed the blindfold. He lay passively until she told him
to kneel on the floor.

"As a reward for showing how much power I have over you I shall let you come again
now." Said Kathy.

Then she slid her foot back into her high-heeled shoe and slid it between his legs.
His cock jumped and jerked and strained at the contact and then he came again. He
then proceeded licked her pumps clean.

"You are dismissed foot slave, I may need you tomorrow for the night." She said and
watched passively as he pulled on his clothes and left.

What had amazed me was the fact that Kathy was fully dressed and so casual about the
whole affair. "It's just a practical experiment to prove my thesis that a man can be
sexually trained by stimulus and punishment."

We did not discuss the matter further. But I later found out that Gerald was the son
of Gerald Parvenu The Second, one of the richest supermarket chain store owners on
the West coast.

I was fascinated by the whole business. Kathy finished a year earlier than me and I
did not see her for a while. On impulse though I went out with Gerald. I don't think
that he recognised me as Kathy's friend. I found out that even a year later he could
only come if I touched his straining cock with my feet. Altogether a strange way to
have sex, but most enjoyable considering that he could fuck for hours and used to
literally beg for me to use my feet. The sense of power when I finally touched his
throbbing cock with my high-heeled foot and then licked the come from the patent
leather was thrilling. What his future wife would make of this was anybody's guess!

Two January 1998 New York

I am not going to write about the things that I did after Harvard except to say that
I remained in contact with Kathy on and off for the next few years. The contact was
sporadic and by letter. In fact by January 1998 when I met her again it was a
Christmas and Birthday Card friendship. I had married but like many of these things
it didn't last and we separated childless. I suppose I gave too much attention to my
legal career and too little to my marriage. I always had the feeling that he was
simply waiting until I was thirty and then he could divorce me for much more serious
money. He never fucked anyone behind my back; we were simply a couple who drifted
apart. He went to Palm Springs to where his business interests lay, and in the end
never wanted a dime of my money. In fact I let most of my earlier university
friendships die and really lived through my work. My University friends drifted to
other cities in the USA and Canada and I never put in the effort of maintaining
them. Even my family life suffered especially when my mother died. A junior
partnership in the firm was not enough for me and I worked steadily towards full
partnership and a nameplate in brass on the office door. With only a brother in the
navy and a father who's interest in life faded when she died I rarely went back to
Jersey but spent all my time with colleagues and alone. My father died in "93 soon
after my mother. He had already moved his fortune into trust funds for my brother
and I.

It was about five years later that I met Kathy again. It seemed to be by accident
rather than design. I was sitting in a coffee-house in Brooklyn when who should sit
next to me but Kathy. Plumper than ever, wearing expensive clothes, and reeking of
designer perfume she was her old self. We gossiped for a while before I admitted
that I had screwed Gerald after she had left.

"Control is such fun." Was her comment.

"Listen. I have a much better man to train now. It's taken me a year to find him,
but I think that he's just perfect. I'm just in the opening phase of the
conditioning. Would you like to see him? Here's my card, come anytime...." She
said.

I was interested, especially after my experiences with Gerald. I missed the foot
fucking I suppose. It was only a matter of days before I rang Kathy's house to
arrange a visit. Her house was on the East Side. A rather fashionable new style
bungalow, recently built, with a high fence and complete privacy. A single Jeep was
parked on the white gravel path. I had of course telephoned earlier to tell her I
was coming round.

I rang the bell and waited. It was Kathy that answered the door. In her hand was a
videocassette.

"Come on in Denise. I'm just in the middle of something that will interest you." She
said. "I'm starting where I should have started with Gerald. At the beginning. The
problem with Gerald was that he was distracted with his study. Pete on the other
hand is all mine."

"You mean that you've kidnapped someone? I asked almost ironically as I followed her
down the hall.

"No. No. He's willing enough but he's left his wife to be with me, and now he's got
no friends or family." She replied. "I've got him now, and the training is going to
begin. I lured him on with my money and let him fuck me. Slowly though, I've cut him
off from all outside contact. He so liked being the gigolo that now that I'm getting
kinky he doesn't mind. About two months ago I started on the bondage. I tied him
down and tormented him to come. It wasn't difficult to get the cock restrainer on
soon after."

"You are the same patient Kathy. "I said. "You certainly take your time."

"Oh, I reckon that I could work much faster but I enjoy the slow gradual assumption
of control rather than the rather flawed methods of some others that I know."

Kathy showed me to a door that led to the cellar. It was well lit and carpeted.
Through another door we entered a small room with just an armchair and a video and
computer set up.

"Sit here and enjoy the show." She said as she switched on the screen.

The screen showed what appeared to be a normal bedroom but for the lack of windows.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was a naked man, well-muscled and about twenty-five
years old. Kathy winked at me and left the room. A few moments later I watched Kathy
enter the room with the video in her hand. She sat next to the young man and slipped
her hand into his crotch. I could see her plump fingers massaging his cock as she
spoke.

"Do you really love me more than any other woman."

"Yes" he moaned. "Haven't I proved it already?"

"Can I test you then?" said Kathy as she grasped his cock firmly. "Am I the only
fuck for you?"

"Yes." He replied.

Kathy let go of his cock and got up. Then I saw her place the video in the machine
by the bed and switch it on. She seemed an age messing around with the machine while
the man watched her with curiosity. Going back to him she switched on the video with
the remote.

"It's a porno flick." She said. "If you really only love me then it won't get you
excited."

His erection had gone down while Kathy fussed over the video. Then the film started.
It was a standard film. Boy meets girl. Girl gets screwed. Boy fucks her every which
way. It didn't take more than a few seconds before he got an erection that would
have lifted a car. Kathy stared at it in mock surprise.

"You only love me, but the whore in the film excites you." She said accusingly.

"I can't help it my love." He replied.

"But you said that you loved me. How can I live with a man who tells me that I'm the
only one but gets a hard on every time he sees a bit of cunt?"

"I love you." He said beseechingly.

"If you did, this wouldn't happen would it?" she said and smacked his erection. "I'm
not sure that I trust you."

"You know that I would do anything for you my love." He begged.

"Then fuck me." Came the reply and she switched off the video.

Without undressing she slipped onto his lap and helped his cock into her cunt. After
just a few moments he came and she withdrew. What astounded me was the look of pure
rapture on his face. The whole fuck had lasted just a few seconds. Kathy had not
even stirred. Placing her hand on his limp cock she held it gently.

"If you really love me then you can have a present that will help me to trust you."
She said.

With that she slipped some thing out of her cleavage and held it in front of his
face. It appeared to be a flexible tube with a ring attached. He nodded dumbly as
Kathy slipped it over his flaccid prick and clipped the ring around his balls.

"This will remind me of your promise." She said. "Anyway it won't let you break it."

Then she got up and went to the chest of drawers at the end of the bed. From a
drawer she pulled a couple of lengths of rope.

"Prove that you love me darling." She said as she tied him. He was tied sitting to
the corner of the four poster bed. When she was satisfied with the knots Kathy
switched on the video again. Then she sat next to him to watch. The girl on the TV
was using a dildo in her blonde pussy. The scene lasted for moments. All of a sudden
Kathy's victim began to twist in the ropes.

"The studs in the restraint will help get rid of your lust for my competition." She
said. "I love you, but you betray me. You will learn to control your cock and let me
be the only one to excite you."

With this she got up and left the room. Moments later she was standing in front of
me. Kathy's sex slave could not take his eyes off the TV that showed the dildo going
in and out of both pussy and asshole. But his body pulled at the ropes as he
struggled to ease the pressure of the studs in the sleeve over his throbbing cock.

"I can't leave him too long like this." She said. "But you've arrived at exactly the
right time to see the next phase begin. His name is Pete and he worked as a gardener
for me. It took months to get him to have an affair. In the end it was the silk
sheets and thought of fucking a rich bitch that got him. I had to isolate him from
his friends and family. I thought that this would be the most difficult part. It
wasn't. One night about a month ago I scratched the fuck out of his back and cock
as he came, his wife did the rest. The next day he moved in. I gave him more money
than he'd ever seen before and he gave up his job. Since then I've been fucking him
all the time. I became difficult. I doubted him and then believed him on alternate
days. We played bondage games. All in all I've softened him now to the point that
today I introduced the first sexual conditioning."

"You mean the tube." I said.

"Yes. I'll take it off later but gradually I'll keep "testing" him with porno films
until I am the only way he can get an erection. That's only the start. Soon I'm
going to get a tattoo!"

"Where?" I asked.

"On my feet. He is going to be trained to respond only to my feet and the tattoo.
That's the next stage. Once I've got him that far he's trapped. Until then he may
still escape the trap by leaving. But he won't, he's too weak. Already he comes in
seconds. When only my feet can make him come I'm going to get him to commit."

"What do you mean 'commit'? Surely he'll be yours to do with as you wish?" I asked.

"He's got a long way to go. I need him to do something that will bind him to me so
that he can't leave even if he changed his mind. I haven't quite worked out what
he's going to do yet but I was thinking of a couple of possibilities. Perhaps a
video of him or maybe I'll get him to mark himself as my slave with a tattoo. Like I
said I'm not sure yet but I have plenty of ideas."

I must admit that I felt some admiration for Kathy. She had a hobby that made me
damp between the legs. My experience of Gerald and his slavery to my body gave me
the idea that perhaps Kathy had it right. After all for several months Gerald had
licked every crevice of my body from tits to ass hole just to have me touch his
straining cock with my toes once a week. Here was Kathy making sure that this sex
slave was going to be not only a willing captive but useless to anyone else, and so
bound to her for as long as she cared.

Three March 1989 New York

I

There are magazines and porno films that give the impression that a whip in the
hand, some leather or latex gear and a pair of big breasts will force a man or woman
to submit to any or all forms of female domination. This may correct in some cases
but I know now that real domination is rather subtler. Kathy was almost the opposite
of a typical dominatrix. Dark but not quite black hair that was never in a tangle
but always somehow unkempt. She stood a little over five feet tall but rather than a
slim figure was a little more than voluptuous. She nearly always wore loose dresses
of the type that have no waist. Not a typical rich bitch, she always looked more
like a housewife! What Kathy had, was more control over the life and sex of her
victims than any domina, because they lived for her rather than just submitted or
resisted for fun. Kathy's plan was, as she explained to me that day, to destroy her
victim and then rebuild him in the image that she required. The image that she chose
to stamp on this slave was that of a man who in most respects was normal, but
sexually defunct except when she was there. He was to give her pleasure at any
moment and lived most in fear that she would reject him. Most of all he could not
function with any other woman. Gerald was an early attempt but already she had
learned enough to castrate his sex life. He was able to gain satisfaction with any
woman, but only in the way that she had trained him. Her next step was to prevent
her slave being able to come with any other woman but her. Her ultimate objective
seemed to be, to simply order him to ejaculate at any time simply by her giving the
order, but not until the order was given. This she planned to do in several stages.
Slowly the victim would fall under her complete control. It seemed that she used the
cane and whip sparingly, being rather interested in the symbolic ability to be able
to hurt rather than the actual hurt itself. In fact she had further plans which I
was not aware of at the time. But it would be wrong for me to tell of them until the
proper time.

Kathy's advantage was her money. At the time that I went to her house her father had
died and as an only child she had inherited his fortune. She was not really
interested in the business except as a means to pursue her interest, but I remember
reading a well-informed article in the business pages of the Washington Post that
estimated the value of her business interests at over ten million dollars a year.
More than enough for her purposes the money simply stacked up for several years
until she was bought out of the board by another firm that paid an undisclosed sum
that must have been in the hundreds of millions. With this fortune she lured her
victims. They thought of her as an oversexed million-heiress who could be married
and milked. She manipulated them and controlled their lives.

Her method followed the following stages.

The victim has an affair with Kathy. She builds his hopes that he is the centre of
her world. Gradually his life centre's around the sexual affair and he is swallowed
up. She then burns his other relationships by revealing the affair. He moves in to
live with her.

The sexual partner is isolated now. He depends on her for money, house and home. She
shows uncertainty and insists on proof that he is to be trusted. In this phase she
shows more signs of sexual instability. The bondage and other games begin. At last
he is softened up and dependent enough to submit to her need for him to wear the
tube permanently. She doesn't starve him of sex but insists that his sex is her
property. She then begins to bring him off with other methods than straight
intercourse. Fucking drops out of the scene and her feet and hands become his only
relief.

This brings to fruition the methods of the second stage. She associates sex with her
feet and shoes. It becomes the only form of relief. She no longer lets him touch her
but always brings him off until it is the only way. It is at this stage that she
starts using the black box to prevent him getting exited any other way. She
continues to show porno flicks with the tube and box on to make sure that only her
feet can make him come. At the end of every session she takes it off to allow him to
prove to her that she can make him ejaculate even if no other sex can. When he can
come no other way she moves to the next stage.

She now risks all by setting him loose. She rejects him either by throwing him out
or arranging another affair for him. This she does by using a hired fuck to show him
that only Kathy can make him come. Now he comes back as her slave. At last she can
use him to please herself. He has no other option. He belongs to her.

There are following stages but at the time I had no idea. I also didn't realise how
I fitted the plan but fit it I did.

Kathy and I spoke on the phone a few times over the next few weeks. I scarcely
mentioned her hobby but neither did she. About a month later we spoke on the phone.
Kathy asked me if I fancied some "Spend And Run" on clothes and so on, so I returned
the next day at Kathy's invitation. She planned a shopping trip and I was invited. I
remember that I had a holiday to take. As a junior partner in a law firm it was easy
to get a break. Any way my thirtieth birthday was coming up so I made sure that the
holiday stretched a few days beyond. I had no cases in the pipeline that needed
court treatment and was acting as research assistant in a major case that was being
settled out of court in the time honoured fashion. I met Kathy in Times Square and
we set out. We ambled from shop to shop buying clothes and other such. Kathy then
took us to a small caf? where we at last got into a discussion about her hobby.

It was then that she explained to me the pattern of domination that she had
invented. I asked her where her present victim was in the scheme.

"He's nearly at the end of stage three." She said. "But he's so easily led that it
has only taken a day or two for him to lose his erection unless I'm there."

"Surely it will take time to turn him into a foot slave?"

"No. The best of it is that he has always been a little way that inclined anyway so
I started early. I still fucked him now and again but that's going to stop as of
yesterday! I have some other shopping to do now. We can split up for half an hour or
so, or you can come with me to see what I am buying for my little foot slave."

"Oh, I'll come along if you don't mind." I replied.

"If you do then you'll have to come back to my place to see the new toys in action!"

I agreed, and thus fell into Kathy's trap.

Kathy led me to a sex shop just out the back of the caf?. Rather lurid neon's
decorated the outside, promising all manner of sex items and a cinema that promised
the hottest porno's in New York. Inside the shop was a sort of supermarket. Fetish
clothing, films, magazines and sex toys lined the shelves. I browsed the shelves
whilst Kathy bought a number of items that she had obviously decided on beforehand.
Stiletto shoes, some sex toys and a few films and books. I had never seen such a
variety of bondage gear. From the rear of the shop I could hear the soundtrack of
the cinema where it seemed that at least one or two women were experiencing
monumentally overacted orgasms.

Outside the shop we waved a taxi down and set off back to Kathy's house. On the way
Kathy managed, without effort, in getting Sam, the driver into a discussion about
sex. He enthusiastically related his latest conquest whilst Kathy replied in eager
monosyllables. By the time that we had arrived the taxi driver had given Kathy his
card and promised a night of unremitting fucking if she should ever feel lonely
enough to call.

Inside Kathy's house she led me straight down to her video room.

"I need a small commitment from Pete to confine him further." She said. "This will
be the real start of his losing his freedom. Sit here and watch or you can come and
see in person if you like."

I demurred and she switched on the video display. Taking the bag of things that she
had bought at the sex shop she left the room. It took about ten minutes or so for
her to appear with Pete in tow in the bedroom with the camera. She was wearing the
same clothes but also her new stilettos. They must have put seven inches on her
height as the soles were built up as well as the heels.

"Take your clothes off Pete, I've a little treat for you." She said.

Pete got undressed and laid his clothes to one side. His cock was not erect until he
saw the shoes that Kathy was wearing. When he did, he became erect almost
immediately. He winced as the studs in the tube that he was wearing bit into his
erection. Kathy unclipped the tube using the small key that she kept tucked in her
shoe.

"I love it when you're naked." She said. "But you're not naked enough for me, honey."

Kathy reached down, grasped the thick bush of hair round the base of his prick, and
pulled sharply.

"Let's tidy you up and give me a thrill to see you fully naked."

With her hand on his cock he could only nod assent. He made as if to stand up to go
to the bathroom, but Kathy held him down and reached into her bag of tricks. From it
she pulled a tube of cream. With a gentle push she spread his legs and uncapping the
tube she smeared the cream all over his balls and prick.

"If you're a good little boy my feet may slip out of my lovely stilettos and tickle
your naked prick." She said as she finished.

At this his cock sprang to attention.

"Not yet darling." She continued, and gripped it in her hand. When she worked her
hand up and down his cock the erection faded rapidly. "It will take a few moments
for the cream to work."

She continued rubbing in the cream without showing any surprise at his loss of
erection when what she had done would normally excite. Kathy had already gained so
much control that her promise of feet was more exciting than a hand wank. In fact
the hand had become a turn off.

"Kathy, mistress, could we try something different if I'm good enough?" he said.

"What would you like my little boy?"

"Could we try it with your shoes on please?" a plaintive note had entered his voice
as though he expected rejection and the loss of any favour at all. Kathy's face took
on a look of deliberation as though she pondered the pros and cons of the idea. I
could see a secret smile for the camera. Poor Pete had been manipulated again and
was requesting Kathy's wish.

"Might it not hurt you?" She replied. He shook his head as if to answer would be too
much risk. "OK then, but I may ask for a little excitement myself. If you feel up to
it you can have it but I may have a little request for you. Is that fair?"

"Yes Kathy, Yes please."

"I like the sound of "Mistress", it's sexier than using my name. I like it Pete and
if you call me that you will be more likely to get what you want from me." As she
spoke she started to wipe the cream from him with a damp cloth. His skin shone pink
and naked, every hair had gone. For a few moments she fondled his cock clearly
enjoying the lack of stiffness. "Should we do it now or would you like it later?"

"Now Kath... mistress, please now." He pleaded.

"If you come on my shoes I may not do this again." She said.

"No mistress." Came the reply.

Lifting one shoe up to near his prick I could see that the built up sole at the
front had a hole in it. One touch of the shoe on him and his cock was straining.
With a flick she lined his cock up against the hole and it slipped into the shoe.
All he could do was to groan as she moved her foot back and forth, his prick
slipping in and out. He almost came. I could see it on his face and in the flush
that spread over his chest.

"Don't come on my shoe." She whispered. "Otherwise you will regret it."

Slipping his erection out of the hole I could see the pre-cum like a pearl on the
end of his prick. Kathy then allowed the pointed heal of her shoe press against his
balls whilst the high arch of the shoe rubbed against his tip. At that he lost
control and came. As he did so Kathy deftly slipped her foot to allow the sperm to
splash all over the patent leather uppers. I had never seen so much come.

"Mistress, mistress." Was all he could say when he looked and saw her shoe. "I am so
sorry, please allow me to clean your shoes and feet."

Kathy gave him a calculating look as if to probe as to whether or not he was ready
for the next inevitable stage of sexual training. Yes he was.

"You will clean my spikes you moron. How dare you mess up my new shoes?" To anyone
looking at the shoes, except Pete, it was obvious that the shoes were designed to be
come onto. To Pete he had messed up the shoes that Kathy intended to go out in! He
hung his head and waited for her to take them off so that he could clean them in the
sink. Kathy simply placed the foot on his thigh and said "Lick it up."

I held my breath involuntarily as I realised that this was a crucial moment. If he
refused, Kathy had wasted months of patient work. She could of course remind him
that he had promised something in return for making him come with her shoes on. He
looked up at her face for one moment as if to say something but Kathy's face was set
in a serious look and he bent down to the shoe. His tongue slipped out and began to
lick it up. He started on the leather but when his tongue touched the flesh of her
foot she pulled away.

"That's enough." She said. "I haven't decided what favour you owe me yet, but be
sure that I shall punish you for your mistake."

For a moment she stood looking at his nakedness and the spunk that surrounded his
lips. Then she picked up her bag and left the room. After a few moments she came
into the video room with a broad grin on her face. "

This one is so easy that I almost regret having picked him as a slave." She said.
"Would you like to introduce him to you?" She continued with a sly grin on her
face.

I hesitated but a moment. I was being caught up in this situation. "OK, but I'm not
going to take my clothes off!" I replied.

"Just kick your shoes off, that's all Denise."

I slipped off my pumps, and then Kathy led me out of the video room and led me down
a corridor lined with doors. Some had metal facings; one or two had thick glass
doors looking into rooms that appeared to bare of all furniture but a hole in the
floor. They even seemed to lack windows. She stopped at the end of the corridor. She
opened a door onto the room that I had seen on the screen. The camera was no where
to be seen. Pete was lying on the bed exploring his naked balls and flaccid prick
with his fingertips. As soon as we came in his hands covered all.

"This is Denise. Say 'Hello' Pete." She said.

For a moment he looked confused before replying. "Hello Denise."

Being at a loss for words but excited by Kathy's conquest I had nothing to say by
way of introduction, Kathy did it for me.

"My friend Denise wanted to meet my faithful lover and devotee so I asked her round."

Pete looked down at my bare feet. I could see an erection starting and a confused
look on his face. Kathy ignored it and turned to open a door in a small closet. From
it she took a short cane. Suddenly she turned with an angry look on her face.

"Pete, Denise is not here to be embarrassed by your shameless lust." She aimed a
sharp strike at his erect cock.

Taking my hand she led me from the room. As soon as she had closed the door she
laughed a wicked little laugh.

"See how he fancies your feet and nothing else." She said. "He's not entirely mine
yet, but that will come... If you fancy giving him a hard time be my guest. He needs
a firmer hand than mine to keep him in line. Perhaps a strict legal mistress would
help. Oh, that reminds me. I have some problems legally; can you do some private
work on the side for me? What I need is a discrete lawyer to draw up some contracts
and so forth. I don't really want to go to a stranger or my regular lawyer. Of
course I'll pay you handsomely."

"I'll be happy to act for you as long as it does not conflict with my partnership.
But I should warn you that I'm not a very good contract lawyer, it's not really my
speciality." I replied as we entered the video room.

The screen was still on. There was Pete on the bed trying to wank. Kathy studied the
screen intently. Pete was having problems; he just couldn't get a hard on. He
thrashed his limp cock for a few moments before looking under the bed and trying to
open the closet door. The closet was locked as were all but one drawer. Kathy
pointed excitedly to the screen.

"Just watch the fun now." She said hoarsely. "I'm glad I prepared early, I wasn't
expecting this development just yet."

Pete slid the drawer open. From the camera angle it appeared empty. However he
lifted a folder from the drawer. Opening it he withdrew three photos. He laid them
in plain sight on the floor. One was of a large breasted blonde slipping a vibrator
into her pussy. She was wearing a latex corset and a necklace that had spikes on it.
Her feet and shoes were off the picture. The next was a picture of Kathy, naked. The
picture was taken so that the feet were off the bottom of the picture. The last was
a blow up of Kathy's feet. There was a tattoo of a chain between her toes. For a few
moments he stared at the choice. He then realised that he was fully erect. He wanked
over the picture of Kathy's feet. As he replaced the file he had second thoughts. He
took out the picture of Kathy's feet and slipped it under the mattress.

"I make him clean his own room, so he figures that's a good hiding place. God what
an idiot he is, but so well trained. That means the next hurdle, minor though it is,
is past."

"Meaning?" I asked.

"I won't have to wank him so often! Now that he's got a picture of my tattooed feet
he is going to build up a gestalt fantasy that will just lead him further up the
garden path. I now need to bleed him of resistance once and for all. I had better
wait a couple of weeks though before I make my next major move." She looked
reflective as though weighing her next move and it's timing.

Kathy switched off the video and TV and turned to face me. "How about if you come in
about a week? We could discuss my little legal problems and maybe go out. I
sometimes feel so cooped up with my little hobby that I don't get out."

"OK then." I replied. "Give me a call in a week or so. I have to get out of New York
for a few days, especially as I've taken three weeks off from the office."

II

I went for two days to Atlantic City. It's not that I gamble more than a few dollars
on the Blackjack and Craps but I love the atmosphere. Pulling on the slots has
always given me an aching arm rather than any pleasure. On the Craps when the roll
is hot and I'm throwing the dice I can get carried away enough to get damp thighs
and a trembling hand. The hand is satisfied with the chips, the cunt needs a cock!

As usual I found a Motel behind the strip. It was discrete and comfortable and, best
of all it was a place where I could take a man back to without having to answer any
questions. I often went to Atlantic City just for the action on the tables and in
bed. There I was standing at an empty Craps table. I was not playing but had got
myself into a conversation with one of the Boxmen. He was a good-looking guy of
about twenty-five with a ready smile rather than the rather greasy attitude that
casinos tend to encourage. I had only been discussing where I came from and so on
when the game started. The Stickman started pushing the dice to me and I put my bet
on the Come. I have always liked the way that it's possible to come hundreds of
times a night on the dice table! The first half-hour found me a couple of hundred
down but the game was starting to build up on both ends. The dice must have passed a
good few times round before I got a real taste of a roll. With the point on four and
the dice hot in my hands the roll went on and on. I quickly recovered my losses and
tapped nearly a grand win from the roll before I Seven-outed and my luck was at an
end. I had picked up a visiting card from the motel as I booked in. When I had a
moment after my roll I scribbled "3 am in the lot." on it and gave it with my tip to
the Boxman. He saw the card, winked and called the next point. I left the table and
moved to the Blackjack. It was about one in the morning and so I had two hours, if
of course he showed up.

He was waiting in the parking lot by a battered red T-Bird that had seen better
days, but not this decade. He was dressed in 501's and a T-shirt and wore the same
friendly smile that he had on the table. We exchanged names so I found out that his
name was Ron. He gestured to the car but I suggested that we take mine.

"Any good bars?" I asked as we walked to my Mercedes.

"Oh, I know a few, it depends on whether you want to be seen or not." He replied.

"I don't care as long as the atmosphere is lively."

We drove about ten minutes before finding the bar. It was pretty empty but the bar
area was full and the music was loud.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Dangerous question." I said. "But if you want to put me in my slot then I'm thirty
in a couple of weeks. I'm old enough to appreciate a straight approach!"

We chatted about this and that and avoided the trap of discussing Craps and money!
After about an hour and three Margaritas we drove back to my motel. Ron was the best
looking guy I had ever found in City. He was tall, casual and blonde. I had started
to flirt in the bar and the drive to the Motel was an exercise in me trying to fend
him off enough to drive but not enough to slow him down. We rushed long the balcony
walkway to my room and entered.

As soon as we were in he started to undress me. He had large hands but they were
slow and sure. I tried to get his jeans off but he blocked me and told me to wait.
He took my clothes off slowly and gently. I began to get really turned on when he
cupped my breasts as the bra came off. Gently he stroked my nipples erect before he
moved lower down. My cunt was wet with impatience before he finally had me naked. He
slipped a finger in and stroked my clit for a few moments before offering himself to
be undressed. In my state, speed was of the essence. It was only a few moments
before his erection was standing free of restriction. I cupped his balls with my
hands and bent to take his cock between my lips. His prick jerked and his thighs
clenched, so I slowed the action and led him to the bed. First he smoothed my
breasts and belly with his hands. Then he raised his lips and kissed my breasts,
finally sucking and nibbling on my nipples. His tongue felt rough on the sensitive
skin of my nipples. His lips smooth as he tweaked them erect and then rubbed them
with his thumbs as he cupped my breasts with my hands. He fucked me gently from the
front and then turned me onto all fours to take my pussy from behind. As he steadily
shafted me I suddenly had a sort of mental rearrangement. It is difficult to explain
the way that sex can take you over and then leave you in the lurch. For a few
moments as he came I remembered Gerald. He used to fuck me from behind for hours
before wanking over my feet. I so enjoyed him servicing me because I could control
the pace and be sure that the pay-off was easy. Then I realised that Ron was coming.
I had completely lost my heat and had to fake coming. I sort of regretted it but I
had to admit that even though I liked my sex strong and regular, the control was
such a turn on. I fucked Ron twice in the Motel but now that I had Kathy in my head
Ron's efforts stimulated but did not overwhelm me. If you hear a song on the radio
that you cannot forget all day then you'll know what I mean.

I changed Motels the next day and played another casino instead but I did not pick
another stud, as was my want. I slept alone and dreamed of a man who would lick my
clit and ass until I had come a thousand times and then pay off simply by touching a
straining cock with the lightest tickle of my toes. Have him attend my every wish
and never worry that he may wander and seek another but have him wait with baited
breath for my singular intervention. If I had a bad day I could give him hell
without ever-wasting time making up; he would always be the one with contrition in
his eyes. If I felt really bad I could thrash him or ignore him at my whim. I awoke
hot wet and restless.

When I got back to my apartment I still did not feel relaxed but awaited my next
call from Kathy as I pottered around. I did not leave the apartment, as I did not
want to miss the next call and give a "Yes" immediately. Instead I watched my videos
of old films and read up a few law books. I sensed though, that calling her would
betray too much interest in her exploits. Even though I was attracted by her power I
felt uneasy about pushing myself forward too fast. It was in fact two weeks after I
had last met Kathy that she called. By that time I was almost at the point that I
was going to ring her anyway.

"Hi there." She said. "How about tomorrow?"

"About what time?" I asked.

"Oh, in the afternoon some time I suppose. I'll send my driver for you."

"Since when have you had a driver?"

"Last week I hired him." She replied.

"See you then."

Click. Kathy put the phone down. I had long since put together the few legal books
that I had figured that I'd need, but went over them again. I wondered what help she
needed that could be so sensitive. Something to do with her hobby I supposed.

Next day a cab pulled up. I had never seen such a splendid yellow cab. It sparkled
and shone. The windows were blacked out and the chequered pattern in red made it
stand out from all the wrecks that posed as cabs here in New York. I stepped in,
briefcase under my arm and was amazed. The driver was Sam, the same man who had
given us a lift a month or more ago. On the way I found out that Kathy had offered
him a steady job working as her driver. She had paid for the cab to be repaired a
week or so ago and only let him drive her and no one else. Another victim lined up
on the starting blocks I thought. Kathy's desire for domination was insatiable.

When we arrived I noticed that Kathy's Jeep was not there. Sam told me that she had
popped out for a few moments on an urgent errand. He drove off and I let myself in.
All was quiet. I wondered where to wait. I had not seen much of the house so I
sought the living room. It was not difficult to find. I sat in a comfortable chair
and prepared to wait for Kathy. Facing me were two TVs. One showed a typical
mid-afternoon soap with the sound muted, the other was a monitor of some sort and
was switched off. By me was a remote. I idly switched on the monitor. There was a
picture of Pete's room. It was empty and the bed was striped. It had a look of
disuse that was difficult to define. I pressed the channel button on the remote. I
got a view of an empty triangular cell like those we had walked past a couple of
weeks before. Flicking through the channels I saw three more cells, all bare of
furniture with no windows. The next channel showed the outside of the house with
four views on the one screen. My next flick of the switch showed an office with a
huge desk with papers on it. Kathy's admin I thought. The next view was another
bedroom. From the view through the window it faced the car parking spaces in front
of the house. Stretched on the bed was Pete. He was chained down, face down, and his
head was held in a harness that faced him forwards. Since the view was from the foot
end of the bed I could see that his cock was strapped into a small black box with
two wires leading out of sight. In front of his face was a small TV. Playing on it
was a strange video. The video was of feet. Every few seconds the scene changed to a
different pair. Either the feet were in spike heels or bare. Walking, crossed,
rubbing together or stroking an erect cock. Each time the picture changed Pete
thrashed for a moment and then was still. Then I noticed that sometimes the picture
was Kathy's feet. The tattoo made it obvious. When this one showed Pete did not
thrash around but stared at the screen in rapture. I quickly realised what was going
on. Kathy was indulging in more conditioning. I watched the screen avidly,
fascinated in Pete and his problem, which was obviously to control his erection to
avoid being punished, unless of course it was Kathy's tattooed feet that were being
shown. I was so taken by the scene that I did not hear Kathy until she spoke.

"Tsk, tsk my dear. Fascinating isn't it? What you can see is the next phase. I'm
avoiding what I call the Gerald syndrome where the fetish can be linked to any pair
of feet, like yours, but must be directed to my feet only. It's what I call a
personal fetish. In other words only I can relieve his need."

For a moment I felt embarrassed by the fact that I'd been caught watching. "What are
you doing to him?"

"Simple really." She replied. "The box is set to sense any change in size of his
cock. As soon as it swells he gets a little shock to his prick. Unless of course
it's my feet that are being shown. Then the box momentarily pulls his foreskin back,
not enough to come of course, but enough for him to enjoy a moment of sexual
thrill."

"He's going in the right direction." Said Kathy. "The next step is further
commitment, but I haven't decided how to do it yet. Have you any ideas?"

I paused for a moment. I had been thinking and wondering what the next step would be
but Kathy's method was difficult to predict. I was however, excited to be able to
put in my input. "Perhaps something in the same line as when you removed all his
hair." I ventured.

"Hmm. Not a bad idea. How about a permanent depilation." She replied. "I know a
clinic where he could go and get it done. Or maybe we'd better have it done here. I
don't want him to leave the house over the next few weeks so that maybe a better
solution."

"You're not suggesting that we do it ourselves are you?" I said.

I had had my bikini line done a couple of years ago and the work seemed a bit
complex and was not comfortable. The TV still showed the tape running and the bound
man was still not controlling his cock properly. I decided to change the subject.

"How long is the tape that he's watching?" I asked.

"About eight hours." She said. "But I don't do more than a couple of hours without a
break. I don't want to render his prick totally useless. If I did that I would lose
control of him."

We both watched the tape for several minutes, waiting for his responses. It seemed
as though his responses to the wrong feet were muted unless they were massaging a
cock. His pleasure at the pictures of Kathy's feet though, was undisguised. It was
difficult to tell if he found the training a pleasure or a pain. But there was some
pain!

"I like the idea of depilating him." Said Kathy after a few moments. "It's not too
extreme and may help to mark him. At any rate he's been on the VCR foot treatment
for a week now and it's time to make another move. Come along and let's have a talk
with him."

We went up to the room where he was confined. There he was tied down. Now that I
could see him from all angles I realised that he was gagged and had earplugs on as
well as being tied. He had no idea that we were in the room with him. Kathy
indicated with her hand that we should not show ourselves to him. The black box
swallowed his cock and his balls completely. On it were two switches. Kathy pointed
at one that was a knob that had five positions. It was set on the lowest.

"That controls the number of stimulations when the correct pictures come on. At the
moment it's on the lowest setting, as otherwise he won't last the two hours. Later
I'm going to work on his stamina as well until he finds it an effort to come unless
the stimulation is 'just so', until then the lowest level is enough." She said. "The
other switch has only two settings. One administers a shock if he gets erect when
the picture is wrong. The other setting allows the box to physically punish him by
gripping him with whatever type of sleeve I fit it. Here look at this."

With a small key she opened a drawer in the dresser. There were six rubber sleeves
that had different types of studs in the interior. The number six had needle-like
spikes. The number one only rubber studs.

"I've never used five or six but I had them made anyway. Who knows I may need them
one day." She said. "To be honest I like the electric shocks. They don't damage him
and are really no worse than touching an electric farm fence."

At the rear of the drawer were a row of six wooden boxes each was about eight inches
long and closed with a little clasp. I didn't ask what they were at the time but I
guessed that Kathy was prepared to train women as well as men. Kathy closed the
drawer and locked it tight. She then turned off the video with the remote and
started to undo the bindings that held Pete down. She did not take off the box that
confined him though. I could now see that the two wires were actually a single cable
and a steel wire that was fixed to a ring on the bed. When she had done with the
chains and gags she helped him sit up. He was a little stiff from lying there for
two hours.

"You are a good little boy for me Pete." She said to him. "Would you like some
relief now? Or maybe you'd prefer to save it up until you could come for me?"

Pete did not hesitate. "Now mistress if you would. I can prove my devotion."

Kathy clicked the knob on the box to four. "You have only been saving for four days
my dear. That means only four strokes. But since you've been good I'll help you a
little. With that she slipped a foot out of a shoe and put it on the bed between his
legs. You may touch my foot when I say."

With that she clicked on the remote again and said "Now." The box murmured a moment
and Pete stroked Kathy's foot with his hand. Then he arched and came as Kathy
knocked his hand away.

"Very good. You're devotion is perfect. I love you with all my heart."

Pete grinned at the praise and said "I love you too my mistress. Please let me serve
you."

"Not now my darling. I have work to do." You can go to your room now and I'll speak
to you later." Kathy then released him from the box and waved him out of the room.

When he had left the room Kathy started to tidy away all the chains and gags. All of
them were locked in a closet that was full of restraints and canes. When she had
finished she stood for a moment looking out of the window.

"You noticed my driver?" She asked.

"You mean "Good Time Sam"." I answered laughingly. "Your next slave?"

"No, I mean not yet. He's too useful. Over-sexed and over sure of himself as he is.
I have a new project in mind, now that I'm well on the way with Pete. I'm going to
change him, but not into a foot slave. That comes later though. Pete is taking up
more of my time now and I also need to think of a correct training mode for Sam."

"Let's go to my office." She continued. She led me to the room with the desk. She
rifled through some documents for a few minutes until at last she drew out a folder.
On the front was written "REPORT Subject - PT" in large type. She tossed it over to
me. Inside were a mixture of grainy photos and type written pages as well as
photocopies of other documents. It was a private investigator's report on Peter
Temple. From the photos I could see that Kathy had had a PI investigate Pete from
top to bottom. In fact the reports and the detail of his every move and breath
showed that Kathy had investigated Pete with almost illegal thoroughness.

"This is where I need your help," she said after I had flicked through the papers.
"I plan to give all the money in these and these bank accounts to his wife." She
indicated some statements from the Chemical Bank in New York. "I've already put some
more money in the accounts from an untraceable source. I want you to draw up the
documents that will, with Pete's signature, allow her access to the accounts. You
see here and here," she pointed "He has been squirreling away money for the last
five years and the account names are his only."

"His wife does not know about them then?" I asked.

"I think not. Anyway she has no access. That's your job." She replied.

"According to this he's got over $110,000 in the accounts." I added.

"Most of it though is mine." She laughed.

"OK then I'll draw up the documents. I may need to take him to the bank though. His
signature may not be enough," I said.

"There's no need for that really I think. But if there is I'll take him and make him
sign in the bank." She said.

"It'll take about two days to do."

"What's the charge?" she asked me.

I thought for a moment and then replied "Nothing in cash, I'll tell you in a couple
of days."

Kathy led me to the front door where Sam was waiting in his cab for me. He drove me
home in a way that showed that even if his cab was the smartest on the road his
driving was as bad as all yellow cab drivers.

It took two days to find out how to get Pete's wife's name onto the accounts. Not
too complicated but unfortunately it would require Pete to go to the bank. Kathy did
not seem put out by this when I phoned her, but simply said to bring the forms over
right away and she'd fix the rest. When I went round there Kathy was waiting for me.
In the room were a man and a woman whom I didn't know. She flicked through the forms
herself, gave them to the others without comment and ushered them out. When I asked
her about them, she told me that they were P.I.'s and that they'd sort out the whole
affair. With her money she simply got what she wanted.

"Look at this." She said as she turned on the Video screen in the sitting room.
There was Pete on the bed again in the usual position. The film was playing again
and the feet were passing before his eyes. After two more days and countless hours
he was getting almost no shocks. Obviously Kathy was succeeding in bending him to
her will. I noticed that when Kathy's feet were shown they were always explicit.
They massaged a huge cock and occasionally made it come.

"Good isn't it?" She asked. "It's not a real cock at all. It's a specially made prop."

"It's amazingly realistic." I enthused. "Isn't it a little on the large side?
Imagine having that enter your pussy, it would really fill you up."

"All part of the conditioning really." She replied. "It has to look good, and anyway
all the films have to be different and I could not find enough real cocks to jack
off to make the film. Would you like to see the next refinement? In about ten
minutes I have another guest."

We sat for five minutes watching the film before Kathy led me up to the bedroom
where Pete was. There she untied him and told him to get dressed. As he was doing so
Kathy started in a pleading voice. "Pete, could you do me a favour? I love you with
no pubic hair. But every few days I have to get it off. Let's take it off
permanently."

Pete looked at her for a moment and then nodded.

"Oh thank you my pet." She said as she slipped off a shoe. "Let me reward you right
now."

With a stretch she lifted her leg and rubbed her foot against his crotch until he
came. It took just moments. "You are my best lover." She said. "Come downstairs when
you're ready."

We went down to the living room and sat down.

"Your idea was perfect." She said. "Thanks. By the way what's the charge for the
papers?"

"Simple." I replied. "Let me help you train Pete, or at least be in on it."

"Done." She replied. "I'll give you a key to the house and you can visit anytime."

Just then the doorbell rang. Kathy opened the door. Into the hallway came a rather
strict looking middle aged woman carrying a medical bag. Her slightly greying blonde
hair was pushed back and a small nurse's cap perched on top. Even though she was in
her late fifties she was an impressive looking woman. The severe look suited her
large breasted figure and the black high pumps that she wore complimented her long
but very shapely legs. She wore a white coat similar to a doctor's and carried a
large medical bag. All in all she looked the very picture of the senior nurse that
her medical bag showed her to be. She shook hands with both of us and introduced
herself as Miss Clearmont. Kathy explained that she had a room downstairs suitable
for the job and led myself and Miss Clearmont down. The lights in the
small-unfurnished rooms were off but Kathy led us to the room where I had first seen
Pete on the bed. The bed now had a white rubber sheet on it and the room was bare of
all other furniture.

"I'll just get Pete." She said.

Whilst Kathy was gone Miss Clearmont took some items from her bag. She had broad
strong-fingered hands that looked to have a strong grip. But it was the elegant,
long red fingernails that were really noticeable. There was the type of equipment
that I had seen when I had had my bikini line done. Pete and Kathy came in hand in
hand.

"Off with the trousers young man and let's look at what I've got to work with." Said
Miss Clearmont.

Pete stripped and lay on the sheet as Miss Clearmont inspected his groin. She showed
no surprise that he did not get an erection. Then she gave Kathy a felt pen and
asked her to mark the area to be depilated. Kathy paused a moment and then circled
an area that stretched from navel to his inner thighs. With one eyebrow raised Miss
Clearmont asked if Kathy was sure that so much would be done.

"I'm sure that that is just the start." Replied Kathy. "We may do more later."

Miss Clearmont shrugged her shoulders and said, "That will take two days. Unless
you're in a hurry in which case I charge double for night work."

"What is the charge?" I asked.

"Five cents a hair." Came the reply.

"OK all night it is then." Said Kathy to Miss Clearmont. "If you do a good job I'll
pay double your charge anyway so please start at once."

Miss Clearmont took a syringe from her bag and injected Pete's groin. "A small
anaesthetic will be in order. Now if you'd be so kind I prefer to work alone."

"Just call if you need refreshment." Said Kathy.

Kathy and I went to the living room and selected the channel showing Miss Clearmont.
Kathy chuckled as we saw Miss Clearmont go to the door and lock herself in with the
key left in the lock. Then she pulled some restraints out of her bag and proceeded
to fasten Pete to the bed and then gag him. He looked more than a little drugged so
it was clear that she had injected him with more than anaesthetic. When he was
satisfactorily fixed she undressed slowly. Even though she was well over fifty she
had a fine pair of breasts cupped erect by a leather bra that did not hide the erect
nipples with rings through each nipple. Her panties came off to reveal a naked and
shaved cunt that glistened with her excitement. Kathy reached for the sound
control.

"There's a good little slave." Miss Clearmont said. "What's the wicked woman doing
to you?"

With the electric needles in her hand she climbed onto the bed. Positioning herself
carefully and kneeling over his head, she started to depilate his groin. Her naked
crotch dripped onto the gag and Pete's face. When she had worked for five minutes
she climbed down off the bed and retrieved a dildo from her bag. She screwed this
onto the gag and worked herself over Pete's head.

"Now little one, you're going to fuck me." She said, her voice betraying her
excitement. I could see that Pete was starting to recover from the medication and
was now fully aware of the situation. It seemed as though he had no power left in
his limbs and could only lie passively. Miss Clearmont had given him a drug that
would leave him fully aware but at her mercy. Miss Clearmont then waved the
depilation needles in front of his face.

"Don't struggle little boy or I might slip and damage you." She threatened.

Instead of lowering herself to allow the dildo to enter her cunt she slid forward a
little and then lowered to take it fully in her ass. When she was right down she
wiggled her hips moved slowly up and down a couple of times and then started work on
Pete's groin again. He started to move and struggled weakly every time the needles
entered his groin.

"Did I forget the anaesthetic and only give you the "knock out" in my excitement my
little slave? Just you wriggle and make mama happy."

Every time Pete struggled she lowered herself to get the full effect. The dildo
slipped easily in and out of her ass giving Pete a close up view as she took her
pleasure at his pain. After each stroke she removed another hair from his groin with
the electric needles to make him move again. Kathy started to giggle next to me. It
was a few moments before she could speak.

"Miss Clearmont was disbarred three years ago for misbehaviour. I told her to take
it to the limit but not to let her feet touch his prick." She said. "Lets have a cup
of coffee and a brandy and come back to the screen later."

It was two hours later that we turned on the video again. Miss Clearmont was
dismounted from Pete but had left the dildo sticking up like a black tongue. She was
just finishing his balls off. They were red raw and glistened with sweat. I could
not figure out how it was that he was so still until Kathy pointed out the black
base of a vibrator sticking from between his ass buns. Miss Clearmont herself had
taken off her bra. There, dangling from her erect nipples were two rings that had
small weights attached to them. Every now and again she slipped a hand to her cunt
lips and excited her large erect clit with her sharp nails. Pete had nail marks all
over his chest, but she had drawn no blood.

"Time for a break." Said Kathy. Picking up her phone she rang the room downstairs.
"Are you ready for a snifter of brandy?" she asked.

On the screen I saw Miss Clearmont fumble for a moment at the vibrator in Pete's
ass. Then she dressed in her white robe and came upstairs. Just before we switched
off the video we could see the glistening black end of the vibrator pumping in his
tightly stretched hole. Miss Clearmont came into the room with a swish of white robe
that parted slightly to allow a glimpse of her dripping sex. Her clitoris stood
proud like a little prick peeping out between her lips.

"Is Pete being a good boy?" asked Kathy with a smirk on her face.

"Oh yes he is. I just love your men." She continued. "They never come but just
suffer while I do my work in the usual way."

"How long will it take?" I asked. I caught a whiff of Miss Clearmont's musky perfume.

"Let's sit down first and have our brandy first before discussing business." Broke
in Kathy as she went to the decanter and poured three very large brandies. We sat in
the armchairs facing each other. Miss Clearmont had a compulsive sexual magnetism.
She parted her long legs a little, almost unconsciously in my direction as she
sipped her at her glass. I could see her naked clit pulsing outside her sex lips. I
felt a curious attraction and repulsion at the same time. Miss Clearmont was so sure
of herself and so sexually charged that any thing could happen. She noticed my
inspection and opened her legs just a little wider allowing her lips to part and
reveal the cherry red inner sanctum of her inner opening. My lips were dry and I
licked them briefly, unconsciously. Her hand strayed to her lap and with a finger
she parted her lips fully with her ring and forefinger. Her middle finger stroked
her clitoris as we talked. I'm not sure whether I was offended or stimulated.

"He's such a pleasure for me." Said Miss Clearmont. "He wriggles and excites as good
as a woman. His darling little cock has never even become erect. How far is the
training then?"

As she said this I could see her middle finger slide into her pussy, but all the
while she was watching me like a cat watches a mouse. Kathy did not seem to notice
the interchange between us. It must have been all the brandy but I felt my hand
wander towards my breasts. Before it got there I pulled it sharply to my lap and
cursed myself for having got so involved. Miss Clearmont pulled her pussy wide open
so that I could see how the juices flowed and then slowly closed her powerful thighs
and folded the robe over her knees.

I realised that Miss Clearmont and Kathy had worked together before and that Miss
Clearmont knew a great deal of Kathy's method and its outcome.

"About as far as Henry was when I passed him to you." Said Kathy. Then to me she
said. "Henry was an earlier attempt at conditioning. The trouble was that he needed
too much force to train, and as you know I don't like to inflict pain in the early
stages until they are ready to ask for it. So I gave him to Miss Clearmont as a
slave. How is he now?" she asked.

"Well I've just got him back after a loan to a friend of mine who works on the West
Side. Any way Greta has him well in hand, he bears her mark. He is fairly obedient
and still has a fixation on feet. He's still complete but I'm thinking of having him
fully worked over in the near future, he can be a bit of a handful sometimes. " Said
Miss Clearmont earnestly.

"If you do, bring him round for a visit. I would like to see the effects." Replied
Kathy.

I had trouble fully understanding the discussion when Kathy suddenly changed the
subject. "Let's do a complete work down on Pete." She said. "I know it'll take a
while but rather now than later."

"Hmm. OK then but it'll take three days. One for the needle work and two for the
remainder." Said Miss Clearmont.

We sat for another five minutes until the brandy was gone before Miss Clearmont went
down to attend to Pete again. When she had gone Kathy turned on the video again.

"Let's look and see what the evil Miss Clearmont has in store for Pete now." Said
Kathy as she poured me another snifter of brandy. I tried to object by moving the
glass but she was too agile and before I could say anything she had the glass half
full. "Did you drive here yourself?" she asked. "Because if you have the car here
you can always overnight here and go home tomorrow."

"I'll stay if it's no problem." I replied.

Miss Clearmont had disrobed again and was hard at work on Pete. She reached into her
bag again and gave him another injection. This one did not seem to affect him in the
way that the last one had. Then she pulled the vibrator from his ass and switched it
off. She took off the gag and then put something from her bag in his mouth. It took
a few moments to fit but with her strong fingers pinching into the side of his
cheeks Pete had no option but to allow her. With a twist of a tool in his mouth she
was finished. Then she stood back to admire her work. The balls and base of his cock
were red where he had been depilated. His mouth was stretched open and could not
close and he was tied to the bed by cuffs and restraints. Once again she lowered
herself onto him facing the direction of his limp prick. Shuffling forward she had
her ass hole over his wide-open mouth before she finally dropped onto his face.

"Lick me and make me come slave" she said.

We could not see his tongue at work, but the effect it was having on the middle-aged
dominant doctor was clear. Pete was doing as he was told whilst Miss Clearmont using
one hand on his chest to pull hard on his nipples and the other on her engorged
clitoris. This as well as the fervid attentions of Pete's tongue gave her orgasm
after orgasm until she seemed totally spent. At last it was over. Miss Clearmont
climbed off her human vibrator and set to work on Pete's inner thighs. Pete just lay
there with a fearful look in his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from
not being able to breathe fully for the last five minutes.

"Later I've some other ideas for coming with the help of my little slave. But for
now I have a little gift for you that I think you might like. Would you like it my
little boy?"

Pete could only nod his acceptance. The restraints allowed no other movement.

"Good." She said.

Once again she ruffled through the bag. This time she brought out another dildo. It
was only about three inches long with a tube and a rubber bulb attached. She licked
it to lubricate its entry into his ass and then inserted it.

"Every time that you flinch from the needles I'm going to press once on the bulb. If
I were you I'd stay very still." She said as she held up the bulb for his
inspection. "Right then, let's get on with it and remember, stay still you little
fucker."

She worked with a will on the captive Pete. Kathy turned off the video. I sat down
with in one of the chairs and Kathy passed me another brandy. She seemed very at
ease considering the fact that her carefully trained slave was being mishandled by
the rogue doctor downstairs.

"Might not her attentions ruin your training?" I asked. "After all you've invested
so much time and careful effort and now he's being attacked by the dominant Miss
Clearmont."

"Not at all my dear. He's ready for it and anyway I'm going to rescue him later. It
is in fact the first lesson for him that I really rule his life. I know that Miss
Clearmont's methods are over the top but it gives me pleasure to watch her at
work."

The discussion over brandies continued for over an hour. I found out that Miss
Clearmont was disbarred for sexual molestation of a woman whilst under anaesthetic.
The woman's boyfriend had walked into the surgery at the wrong moment. She still
operated at the fringes of medicine doing such work as depilation and body piercing
that required no licence. Kathy had met her a couple of years ago when she had
required some work on one of her trainees and had used her ever since. As the
conversation continued I realised that I was the worse for wear from all the brandy.
In fact when Kathy offered to show me my room she had to help me up the stairs. The
bedroom was one that I had not seen before. I had a vague recollection that the
furniture was all chrome and plastic before she helped me undress and into bed.

III

I awoke to darkness. My head was still woozy from the drink and I could feel the
covers over my head. I tried to move my arm but there was something holding it down.
I was strapped to the bed. Some sort of restraint was over my head and it was not
the covers but a blindfold covering my eyes. For a moment I panicked and tried to
thrash around. The restraint was total, I could not move at all. I gave up and tried
to figure out what was going on. My head was not clear though and my fuzzy thoughts
could not grasp logic behind my imprisonment. Then I felt a touch. I felt the covers
pulled from me. A strong hand wandered over my skin. Momentarily it touched my
breasts and nipples. Then it wandered down to between my wide-open legs and briefly
toyed with my pubic hair. The touching seemed to go on forever. I even felt a sharp
nail scratch across my ass hole for a moment. Then I felt the hands undo the gag. I
opened my mouth to speak and felt strong fingers pinch me under my ears. For a
moment I caught a whiff of perfume and realised that it was Miss Clearmont. I tried
to jerk my head to one side and Miss Clearmont tightened her grip. Momentarily her
hand slipped and I was able to let out a scream. Miss Clearmont slapped my face. I
felt one of her nails snap as she used both hands to grip me by the ears and as she
pinched me under the ears she spoke again.

"Now you've done it you little tart. I am going to make sure that you regret your
resistance."

With that she shifted her grip and slid one hand to my breasts. My head was held in
her tightening grip as she caught my nipple between her fingernails. I could feel
the sharp broken nail bite in before she turned her hand and twisted. It hurt and I
opened my mouth wide to relieve the pressure on my jaw. Suddenly something smooth
like plastic was placed in my mouth. It covered my teeth and held them wide. One
hand pinched my nostrils while the other fumbled inside my mouth for a moment. Then
there was a click. Suddenly I remembered Miss Clearmont and her treatment of Pete.
She had placed something inside his mouth to stop him being able to close it. I felt
the bed move as she climbed onto the bed by my head and the warm flesh of her
muscular thighs surrounded me. With a tug she took off the blindfold allowing me to
see that she was kneeling over me. The slit of her sex pouted at me and her ass hole
framed by her firm buns hovered above my eyes.

"Don't cry out now little doll. It would result in a lot of pain and anyway Miss
Kathy is out of the house for the day and we are all alone to enjoy ourselves." Said
Miss Clearmont. "I suggest that you make me happy and I may decide not to hurt you.
Especially if you serve me well."

I felt Miss Clearmont shift her weight and her soft pussy came down over my mouth.
Her large clitoris tickled my tongue. She wiggled a bit more until I found that I
could only breathe through my nose buried in the crack of her ass. Then she said,
"Excite me you prim little bitch, use your tongue to please me well and I'll give
you a little excitement as well."

I felt her pinch my nipples with her nails. Then she shifted so that I could see her
stomach and breasts over me. Her tits with their gold tipped nipples swayed as she
moved forwards again to give me access to the lips of her sex. For a moment my eyes
saw her large smooth belly tremble with passion and the raw skin of her depilated
pussy. I moved my tongue over her clit and she shuddered. I could taste her sex as
her juices mingled with my saliva. At the second shudder she put all her weight on
me. Her fleshy pussy pressed around my mouth and my nose was covered.

"Lick me my little cow, make me come before I get angry and give you a fucking good
thrashing." I heard her say as she clenched her thighs and put all her weight on my
face.

I needed no further stimulus and licked for all I was worth. I nearly fainted before
she came. When she did I felt her sex swell and push softly into my mouth driving my
tongue out of the way as her sex nectar flowed down my throat. Her orgasm twisted my
head back and forth as my tongue struggled to massage her clit. Finally it was over
and with a heave she got up from the bed. My head was able to tip a little and see
her rummaging in her bag. I dreaded the result. She pulled out a small bottle and a
syringe. With a professional motion she filled the syringe from the bottle and
tapped the air out. Then she bent over my thighs and jabbed the needle in. All I
could do was gurgle with fright. The fixture in my mouth allowed no words. Then she
went back to the bag. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her arranging the
contents. I felt a woozy feeling from the injection and tried to pull at the
restraints. No way would they give. I felt tired and weak. A strong hand opened my
pussy and another pushed in some object. There was a slight click and a vibration
spread through my sex. The feeling of the invasion horrified me but the vibration
gave me a warm feeling that spread and excited me. By this time I felt fully awake
but my body felt as heavy as lead. The injection sapped my strength and resistance
and I could not move but lay passive on the bed. Looming over me Miss Clearmont
undid the restraints. I could not have fought her. I just bent as she positioned me.
Like a child with a doll she manipulated me. There was a loud click and then
another. She turned me over on the bed and pushed me on to all fours.

"Oh dear, you're getting all wet. Don't say that you enjoy this treatment?"

There was another click and then I felt something small enter my ass. Another click
and the sound of air being squeezed into the soft rubber object in my ass. The dildo
in my rear swelled to fill me. It stretched my hole to the limit, stimulating and
stretching. Another click and I was turned over. The naked Miss Clearmont had a
camera. She took another picture and then propped me onto my knees. I could only
just balance. Then she set the camera on the table and peered through the objective.
She turned a small clockwork key on the drive at the base of the camera. When she
was satisfied she picked up a cane. Holding it under my eyes she threatened my
breasts.

"Be a good little bed bitch and lick me again. The cane will tell you if you are
licking me the way that I want."

She fiddled with the camera again positioning it. Then she stood over me. The camera
had a clear view of my face between her legs. I pushed out my tongue to touch the
lips of her sex just as the camera clicked. It clicked several times as she waved
the cane threateningly outside the view of the camera to make me kiss and lick her
clit.

"Well done my little cunt licker. Just a few more pictures and then I can relax and
enjoy you properly."

Taking a realistic looking latex cock in her hand she pushed it into my mouth. For a
moment I gagged as it went in. She then moved around close up to get some more
shots. She put the massive dildo in my hand and had me pose several more times. Each
time the rubber cock penetrated me in my mouth or cunt she took a close up picture.
Her fingers relentlessly probed my sex feeling every detail and exposing me for the
camera. When she had explored me for the lens Miss Clearmont pulled a small plastic
bottle out of her bag and smeared a pale white liquid all over my face and breasts.
A few more photos and she was ready for the next film. As she photographed me in
various poses she muttered to herself.

"These snapshots are better than I had hoped. You have such a juicy little ass and
cunt my little porno star. Just wait until they see what a prim little lawyer like
you does on her day off."

The photographs went on for quite some time. She manipulated me like a doll and
muttered if I did not stay still. Miss Clearmont scoured the room for props. A
candle, a scent bottle and the heel of a stiletto were photographed in and
penetrating my dripping pussy. With my rear in the air she pushed a sharp nailed
finger into my virgin ass hole. She hit me once with the cane for overbalancing, it
was enough to stimulate me for the rest of the shoot. As she worked at me I felt a
warm feeling of excitement gather. Maybe it was the stimulation or maybe it was the
effortless power that she exhibited over me. She must have shot four or five films
before she was satisfied and put the camera away.

"Now for your reward." She said with a grin. Taking the candle from my ass and the
dildo from my cunt she slipped a hand down over and into my cunt. I felt a finger
slip into the warm wetness and begin to stimulate me. Another hand fondled my
breasts and teased my nipples. Slowly one after another finger joined the first
until the whole of her hand was tightly wedged inside me. The fingers wiggled
widening me and stretching my cunt.

"What a good girl you are for the photographer. Mama is going to reward you and then
show you what your next move is." With that she kissed me full on the lips, her
tongue licking round my open mouth and her lips sucking mine in. "I love the taste
of my cunt on your lips darling little clit slave, but now you are going to discover
the taste of my ass."

With that she stretched me on the bed lengthways and lowered herself onto my face.
Her ass hole swayed for a moment above me before covering my mouth. Her hand slid
out of my cunt and moved up a little. It exposed my clit and started to massage me
there. Her cunning fingers moved faster and faster and I licked what was offered. I
could no longer say if I minded. I licked the sensitive skin between sex and ass
hole before she sat right back and forced me to stimulate her crinkled and folded
hole with lips and tongue. All the time she gradually increased the speed of her
finger over my exposed clit building me up to a climax unceasingly. The orgasm that
took me made me spike deep into her ass with my tongue and she came as well.

"Well done my little ass eating slave. Now you can go back to sleep and dream of
what the big strong nasty nurse did to you. In the morning the nightmares will
begin."

With that she placed a pill on my tongue and forced me to swallow. Then she took the
plastic mouth opener from my mouth, unclicking it with a screwdriver like tool, and
kissed me. It was less a kiss than a violation of my mouth. I felt her invade my
mouth and suck at me again. As she did so one hand idly took one of my nipples and
twisted it with a jerk. I gasped at the pain and she slipped her tongue as far as
the back of my mouth. With a reluctant heave she disengaged her mouth and stood by
the bed. She cleared up all the items that she had taken from her bag and as an
afterthought pushed a visit card into my fingers.

"When I need you I'll call you. I may need a little bed bitch like you in the
future, and you are at my beck and call."

I could only lie passively under the deadening influence of the injection and watch
her strut out of the room with a swaying of hips under her white doctor's coat.

IV

I must have slept a few more hours. I awoke to see Kathy in the room opening the
curtains. She bustled around humming some tune. I felt the visit card under my
fingers and folded it up.

"My. You slept the sleep of the innocent." She said as she sat on the edge of the
bed. "Fancy a coffee and some thing to eat? It's too late to call it breakfast but
never mind. Pete has been finished and Miss Clearmont has to go soon."

"I'll be down in five minutes." I said.

Kathy left the room and I was left to think about last night. What was I going to
do? Miss Clearmont had me. If those pictures were shown I was in real trouble. For
one I could kiss my junior legal partnership goodbye. Why had I stayed the night? A
thought struck me, "Did Kathy know?" I thought of the video pictures that I had
flicked through. Was there a camera in this room? I looked round the room but could
see no sign of a lens or aperture. No, Kathy would not allow it to happen. I became
sure that Miss Clearmont had acted on her own in this and that Kathy was not
involved. Why oh why had I not gone home?

I went down stairs and found the kitchen. There was Kathy and Miss Clearmont sitting
drinking coffee from mugs and deep in conversation. They were both perched on the
high kitchen barstools.

"He's done now. It'll take about two days for the rest to fall out and then he'll be
as naked as the day that he was born. Of course the treatment is permanent so you
are going have to get him a wig." Said Miss Clearmont.

Then she noticed me enter the room. I sat down with Kathy between us and picked up
the mug that Kathy had placed for me. Slowly I sipped not wanting to either look at
or talk with Miss Clearmont. The coffee was strong and hot. I felt my head clear.

"I'll just take a look at Pete before you go." Said Kathy. With that she slipped off
her stool and quickly left the kitchen.

As soon as she was gone Miss Clearmont spoke. "Sleep well then did you? Did you
dream of my dripping cunt?"

I could not answer but made as if to get up to follow Kathy.

"You had better never walk out unless I allow it." She continued in a firm tone. I
sat back down. "Interested in seeing some photos? If you are then you'll leave with
me and I'll allow you to keep a set as a memento. In fact you will be able to look
forward to the next time."

She stood up and moved next to me. Slowly she climbed onto Kathy's stool and spread
her long shapely legs. One hand parted the white coat; the other fingered a ringed
nipple.

"Do you like my cunt then?" She asked.

I was so choked with fear and emotion that I could say nothing in reply.

"Answer me you prim little shit or you'll regret it."

I nodded.

"Good, that's better you see. It really helps if you to love my cunt. Do you love it?"

Again I nodded.

"It loves you. Do you know what lovers do?"

I shook my head in answer. "Well my little uninformed cow I'll tell you. Lovers
kiss, that's what they do. In fact I do believe that a "French Kiss" is the norm, do
you think that you are going to kiss your lover?" Miss Clearmont pointed to the
floor between her open legs with a red nailed finger. Her order was clear.

I slipped onto my knees and slipped my tongue into the soft moist hole. The naked
fleshy mound above it contrasted with the darker crinkled lips. I looked up to see
Miss Clearmont cupping her generous breasts with both hands. Her thumbs played over
the rings that pierced the swelling nipples. After a few moments I felt her clit
swell. I gave it a lick. It distended slightly and pushed out into my mouth. I
closed my lips around it and ran them like a little cunt over her prick-like
clitoris. She swayed her hips on the stool slightly to allow her to fuck my lips.
How had I let her control me like this? I felt her take my hair in her hands and
Miss Clearmont lifted my head free from her thighs and bent to plant a kiss on my
forehead.

"That's not a good bye kiss at all is it? Do you know what sort of kiss it is?" She
said. I looked at her and dreaded the next words. I knew what she was going to say.
She did not disappoint me.

"It's a "Lets do this more often" kiss." She leered with a wink.

Kathy's footsteps could be heard returning and Miss Clearmont folded her coat over
her thighs.

"Well, my poor slave is fast asleep." Said Kathy as she entered the kitchen. "The
whole night and morning of your work on him must have tired him out. I suppose I'd
better let him sleep and then I can continue with his video session later. I'm not
trying to destroy the poor bastard. Do you fancy going home Denise? You look ready
for a rest even though you've just got out of bed. I'll call Sam and he can run you
home."

Miss Clearmont turned to me and said. "Where do you live?"

"Over on the West Side." I replied.

"Then I can take you if you don't mind." She said.

V

Miss Clearmont's car was a blue Oldsmobile. One of the big old ones. The windows
were blacked out. I sat in the front next to my blackmailer. She drove in silence
for several minutes. Finally she pulled up at a bank.

"Won't be a moment." She said as she left the car.

I watched her enter the bank. She was gone for perhaps fifteen minutes. When she
returned she leaned over to the back seat and pulled the doctor's bag beside her.
Opening it she pulled a thick envelope out and passed it to me. In it were about
fifty photos. They were the pick of the bunch. They showed me licking an enormous
prick, the come still on my face. Another showed me with my tongue sliding over a
clit that stretched like a little cock from between hairless cunt lips. For a moment
I wondered how she had had them developed so fast. I flipped ever more rapidly
through them. Each was worse than the rest. Many showed my face clearly and my
tongue and lips fondling cocks and pussies. My heart sank. Miss Clearmont waited
patiently while my despair mounted. When I had finished she showed me a small key.
It was clearly a safe deposit box key. She smiled and pointed at the bank.

"You are my property bitch. I have deposited the deeds to your freedom in my safe
box. So, what are you?" she hissed.

"I'm yours." I answered.

"Pardon slave, what did you say?"

"I'm your property."

Miss Clearmont slapped me across the face. I felt a ring scratch me on the cheek as
I squealed with the shock of the blow. Then with one hand she gripped the hair at
the rear of my head and pulled me close. Her other hand plunged violently between my
thighs and forced it's way under the gusset of my knickers to pinch my sex.

"I am your Mistress you little shit. You beg I give. I say and you obey. I piss and
you drink. Do you understand? You are altogether too intractable as yet but you will
beg, obey and drink. Now then what are you?"

One finger entered my cunt as her hand twisted my hair, pulling my eyes to stare
into her angry face.

"I am your property Mistress." I replied with fear tingeing my voice.

"That's better but the tone of voice betrays your words. I'll drive you home now but
I have a little punishment to remind you that you are rude little slut and need
correction."

With that she rummaged in her bag and pulled out the little soft dildo with the
rubber bulb. She held it up to my lips and I opened my mouth. In it slipped and was
inflated to become a gag. I could taste myself from last night on the swollen object
as it swelled to fill my mouth. That was the way I got home. Every now and then she
slipped her hand into my dress and either scratched my body or pinched my pussy. At
one set of lights she opened my thighs and slipped a finger over my pussy before
scratching at my ass hole with her broken fingernail. Momentarily her thumb entered
me as she did so. By the time that the car pulled up in front of my apartment I was
scratched from my neck to my groin and my pussy felt bruised. My nipples were sore
with being twisted and my breasts were scored with the scratches from her sharp
fingernails. With a tug she let the air out of the gag. My jaws ached from the
stretching that they had received. One hand reached up and pinched my nose closed as
she pushed her lips to mine. The other massaged my clit through my panties as she
pushed her tongue into my mouth. After probing both holes insistently for a moment
she withdrew. She placed the gag in the bag and gave me the pictures.

"I have two other sets of these. One I may sell to a porno magazine. One I may give
to your boss. You can bring yourself off with your set." Saying that she gave me a
copy of her visit card. "If I call you, here is were you'll be in under an hour."

She reached over and opened the car door and gave me a little push.

"You are my chattel now little cunt slave, do not forget it bitch." Were her parting
words as I got out of the car.

Her car drove off and I hurried up to my apartment block with tears of anger, shame
and fear in my eyes. I rushed inside and locked the door. I rested for a moment with
my back to the door and recovered my breath. It was good to be back in familiar
surroundings again. I wandered into the kitchen and made a tea. I felt better
already and tried to sit and plan what I should do about the attentions of Miss
Clearmont. What could I do? It was not as though I was entirely innocent. If the
truth were told, I had helped Kathy and her with Pete. The thought of possessing a
sex slave, no matter how unwilling, had turned me on. The photos were all of me
clearly a willing participant with Miss Clearmont. I knew that I had no legal leg to
stand on, and even if I did the consequences of the photos being shown in any court
or police house would finish my career. Of course I was wealthy. I had independent
means. I could simply leave my job, lose my friends, earn the disgust of my family
and still live in comfort. But as I thought about it more and more I became
determined not to give in to Miss Clearmont. I just needed to get a grip on her and
myself and find some way to get the pictures back. I also had to find out just what
it was that Miss Clearmont was demanding for the return of the photos. The only
option seemed to be to get Kathy's help. She knew the woman well it seemed and might
help me. I decided to get out of town for a couple of days to let myself think
without having to worry.

I finished my tea and decided to take a rest. Feeling soiled by the last few hours"
events I had not the energy to take of my clothes so I went into my bedroom and lay
down on the bed. My heart nearly stopped. On the ceiling above the bed was a huge
picture. It had been pasted to the ceiling like wallpaper. It was a picture of Miss
Clearmont as taken from the floor. Her dripping cunt was held open by her hands to
reveal her clit and the hole of her sex. Her thighs were spread wide and her breasts
jutted out over her belly. The effect was as though I was lying on the floor with
Miss Clearmont standing over me ready to sit on me. I stared up at it with horror.
Miss Clearmont's hands were on her large ass cheeks holding them apart to allow me
to insert my tongue in her ass hole with ease. Then I noticed that an envelope had
been pinned in one corner of the picture. Unsteadily I pulled a chair under the note
and tore it down. The envelope was pink and had my name written on the front. I
hesitated before opening it. The envelope was not gummed and I pulled the note out.

Dear Slut,

I know that you are admiring my picture and wishing that I was really about to let
you lick my cunt and ass hole. I knew that you would want a constant reminder of
your loved one so I fixed a little photo up for you. Of course your lover misses
you. But do not be upset by the parting, I'll allow you to get together again in the
very near future to renew your acquaintance. Meanwhile I thought to remind you that
I might call at any time so if I were you I would stay by the phone and wait. I went
to such a lot of trouble getting a picture of your lover that I would be very angry
if you took it down. What's more your lover might turn on you and swallow you!
You may like to have some news of your lover. She's dripping in anticipation of the
next meeting. Your kissing made her so excited that she may want a couple of days to
allow a closer relationship to develop.
If you have any doubts about how long our love will last lay them to rest! Missy
Cunt wants you to be her slut forever. Don't forget that you are my bed trollop and
will serve me as I wish, and I wish it. I will have you, I will change you, I will
own you and you will be my little slave.

Love,
Miss Clearmont.


There was no way that I was going to sleep under the picture of Miss Clearmont's
thighs and dripping sex. So I picked up my bedding and headed for the living room. I
could see no alterations in this room so I spread the covers onto the sofa and
switched off the light. When I did so I noticed that I had a message on the
telephone answering machine. The green indicator light blinked insistently. I got up
and switched it on. There were two messages. One was from the office. It was one of
the secretaries. She told me to call, as there was some special work that needed
doing. The other was Miss Clearmont.

"Do you like the lovely picture? It's my favourite. I need something from you.
Please take a picture of yourself and send me a copy. Make sure that your cunt is
wet with excitement and that your ass hole is visible. It would please me if you
were penetrated. Also a pose that shows you as the bitch cunt slave that you are
will make me happier. On your knees with your tongue ready to serve my needs. You
can earn some mercy by having one or both holes filled. My dominant friend Greta
says that she'd like to meet you, but I told her that for the moment it's not
possible. Any way Greta is probably a little aggressive for a sweet bitch like you.
If you don't send me the picture you will be sure to meet Greta soon."

For a moment there was silence and then another woman's voice came on. It sounded
slightly husky as though she was a heavy smoker and maybe older.

"I'd love to meet you, little cow. Miss Clearmont owes me a favour so I might get
the darling photos from her. From the pictures you look to be just the slave I need
to give to a friend of mine who is just learning how to cause pain for her pleasure.
My little cunt slave would really like to meet you soon so rather not send a picture
and then we can meet sooner." She laughed.

Miss Clearmont came on the phone again. "You will get a call in the next two days or
so. Make sure that you're in to receive it or there will be serious consequences."
The contact broke with a click and I was left with no thought of rest. I had to
speak to Kathy. Probably only she could help me. I found her number in the address
book and rang it. It rang several times before it was picked up. It was not Kathy
but Pete that answered.

"Mistress Kathy's residence." He said.

"Is Kathy there please?" I begged.

"I'm sorry but she isn't here at the moment, can I take a message for you."

"When will she be back?" I asked.

"I think in a couple of days. She told me that she had urgent business in Canada and
would be back maybe Friday or Saturday." He replied.

"Have you a contact number for her?" I asked.

"Afraid not. If she rings I can pass a message on."

"It's very urgent, please tell her to ring Denise."

I put down the phone with a sigh of frustration. Two days, no three because today
was Wednesday. God, what if Miss Clearmont rang first? Shit, shit and double shit,
what was I going to do? I started to pace the room without even realising that I was
doing it. My head whirled with schemes from the improbable to the suicidal. Kathy
seemed my only hope; somehow I had to contact her. But I didn't know her friends or
any others that knew her except Pete and the vile Miss Clearmont. I decided to have
a shower. I could wash Miss Clearmont out of my skin, dress in fresh unsoiled
clothes and think. I desperately needed to gather my thoughts and recover enough
from my panic in order to decide on a plan of action. I stripped off the dress,
shoes and panties and dropped them in the waste disposal chute with the great
feeling that I was shedding the last terrible couple of days. Then I had my steaming
hot shower. It was wonderful. I decided that my first move was to get new locks on
the doors and windows. Then I could relax a little; at least at home I would be
safe. The steaming hot shower was like a refuge of sanity. I felt myself calming
down as I luxuriated in the powerful stream of hot water. Tenderly I bathed the
scratches and sore places on by abused body and rubbed scented oil onto the hurts.
At last I was finished and ready to dress. When I went to my wardrobe I got an
appalling shock. All my clothes were gone. The rails were bare of clothes. A lonely
pair of open handcuffs dangled from the rail. I ran to the dresser. In the top
drawer I found my summer wear and underclothes were also gone, in their place was a
rubber bag. When I picked up the bag I realised that it was not a bag at all but a
rubber mask. It had no eyeholes and just a zipped opening for the mouth and tiny
breathing holes for the nose. Inside it were a dress and an envelope. The dress was
made of Spandex and of the most revealing sort. When I let it hang from my hands it
seemed small enough to fit a fashion doll. As it unrolled, a pair of red lace
hold-up stockings dropped to the floor. The note said:

No knickers allowed. Your lover expects a sexy little bitch and not an office frump.
Greta added the mask just in case you don't think that you are going to make it on
time!

God, they had been through my whole apartment. I had put my only clothes and shoes
in the chute and had nothing to wear. What other surprises had they in store?

I phoned Burt the doorman and found out that, that morning a telephone repairman had
been in the apartment. He sounded worried that something had been stolen but I told
him that I had noticed that a piece of furniture had been moved. I decided to go
through the whole apartment. My shoes were gone and two new pairs had been
substituted. One pair was a pair of red stilettos, the heels must have been five or
six inches and with platforms of another couple of inches. The other pair was a pair
of even higher platform shoes that had laces for the legs that were so long that
they would go to the knees. They were lurid pinks and yellows. A small note was
attached.

Surprise your lover! Personally I like the red shoes but even a cunt slave should
have some choice as to the shoes that she gets fucked in.

Both pairs fitted me but the heels were so high that I could only wobble. The
kitchen seemed to be clear of their attentions, as was the spare bedroom. The
bathroom was also clear of changes. I felt in a panic. Where else had they been?

I decided to phone my secretary at work and check on the call from the office. She
told me that a new client had been in the office and requested me by name. My heart
sank as she told me that it was a Miss Clearmont, who had come in with a friend, as
she was so distressed. What kind of business was it I asked. It was a case of
blackmail of course. Miss Clearmont had seemed so distressed and her friend had had
to support her as they left. Miss Clearmont had left a number to call and would I be
so kind as to call her. The number was the same one as on the visit card. Putting
the phone back on the hook I sat stunned; they had even been in the office. I
considered calling Jake Darrel, my boss, but the thought of explaining in detail the
fact that I was being blackmailed sexually would cost me too much emotional energy.
I took a couple of aspirins and lay on the sofa. My life was crumbling around me and
the one person who could help was in Canada.

I lay in the semi-dark and tried to sleep but I simply could not. I decided to watch
some TV. I flipped through the channels but only found the usual late night dross.
After about ten minutes of clicking the channel button on the remote I decided to
watch a video. I pulled out my favourite film and stuck it in the VCR. Instead of
the film there was another video. I stared with disbelief. There was Miss Clearmont
dressed in a nurse's uniform. She looked severe and dangerous. She strutted through
a reconstruction of a hospital ward in perilously high heels whilst a naked man
followed behind her with a whip on a tray ready for her use. I watched with a kind
of horrified fascination as she came to a girl kneeling on a steel table. Miss
Clearmont ordered the girl to lie on the table and then fixed down with shackles,
her head hung down off the edge of the rough surface. She then took the whip from
the slave and whipped the girl over the tits as she stood with her sex in the
slave's face. It seemed more for effect than too actually hurt. The girl's tongue
flickered in and out of Miss Clearmont's cunt just as mine had only yesterday. Then
she ordered the slave to fuck the girl. While his prick entered the girl struggled
and twisted as Miss Clearmont lashed her. I could not stand any more and took the
video out of the machine. I looked through the other video film boxes. All but one
other was empty.

I placed the other video in the machine with dread and started it. This time there
was an older woman lying on a bed with pink satin sheets. She was in her late
fifties and had the most enormous breasts that I had ever seen. A small ring pierced
each nipple. Her crotch appeared to be clean-shaven but the knickers hid her bulging
pussy. She woke up and got dressed. I had to watch to find out if this was Greta,
Miss Clearmont's friend who had recorded on my answering machine. In fact I already
knew the answer but had to find out for sure. The woman slowly dressed in a tight
rubber slip-on dress. It was so tight that she had to roll it on from the bottom up.
Her breasts struggled to stay inside the dress revealing a huge cleavage. When she
had put on a pair of pink high heels the camera followed her to the living room.
There on the wall was another copy of the giant photo that I had on my bedroom
ceiling but framed and hung like a work of art. The doorbell rang and a young girl
came into the room. The woman told the girl to strip and inspected her fully with
her hands. With a slap on the thighs the slave's legs were spread. Almost brutally
one hand investigated the girl's sex and slipped in. The woman in the pink dress
kissed the girl on the mouth as she played with and manipulated the girl's pussy.
The other hand twisted the slave's breasts and nipples. Finally she was finished
with the investigation and ordered the girl to follow her Mistress to the punishment
room. With her slave in the room the Mistress selected a dildo and asked the slave
if she would like to be fucked with it. The girl then called her "Mistress Greta". I
turned off the tape and sat alone in the dark.

This was worse than any nightmare that I had ever had. I had never imagined that my
accidental meeting with Kathy would bring so much trouble. I had treated her
training sessions of Pete as some sort of a game but now the game was serious I no
longer felt like playing. In fact it did not seem like a game any more. I thought of
the photo that Miss Clearmont had asked me for and wondered what to do. I rang
Kathy's number again even though it was two in the morning, all I got was the
answering machine. Sleep was a long time coming.

VI

The morning brought no fresh ideas. I was simply too scared to take any action. I
lay naked on my sofa for more than an hour before getting up enough courage to go
out. I pulled on the clothes that Miss Clearmont had left me. With an effort I
decided that I would not wear the hold-ups but would go out and buy some new
clothes. There was a general store just round the corner that I never normally
shopped in so I decided to go there and at least get a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
I tottered out of my block, luckily not meeting anyone that I knew who might wonder
at the way I was dressed. The store was open so I bought some cheap clothes and a
pair of cheap sports shoes. At the front of the store was a display of instant print
cameras. I stood for several minutes before I decided not to buy one; Miss Clearmont
was not going to force me. I went back to my apartment and locked myself in. The
trip out had been so traumatic that I had to lean on the locked door for a few
moments to recover.

In my living room the green flashing light of my answering machine blinked to show
that someone had called. With my stomach fluttering I pressed the play button. Miss
Clearmont's voice rang with tones of disapproval.

"No photo and no sex slut at home, as she was instructed! Come to my place now or
face my anger. You have one hour to get there. Make sure that you are suitably
dressed. If you think that you are going to be late you should bring the mask that
Greta so kindly gave you."

The message had a time stamp of only ten minutes ago so I had fifty minutes to get
there. I sought the visit card for another five minutes before I found it. I was in
such a state that I did not think of anything but getting there on time. I had lost
all resistance so soon after deciding to rebel! I raced to the street before I
realised that I had my sports shoes on instead of the high heels that had been left
for me. Up I went again, grabbed the red stilettos, and ran to the street. I hailed
a cab. The driver was reluctant to let me in until I had proved that I had enough
cash. I made him race across town by offering a hundred dollar bill as a tip, and
made it with moments to spare. Once out of the taxi I frantically changed shoes and
looked at the house that my nemesis lived in. It was small but detached. A low wall
surrounded the property and trees grew in the well-clipped garden. I walked up the
drive noting the familiar blue Oldsmobile with blacked out windows parked by the
steps to the front door. I had the right house. I rang the bell and waited.

A man I recognised from the video that I had watched the night before opened the
door. He closed the door behind me and silently led me to a door. With a neutral
voice he told me to enter. I opened the door into a small sitting room with a huge
leather easy chair set behind a big low desk. Sitting in one of the chairs was Miss
Clearmont. She was wearing an over tight red dress and had a pair of red high-heeled
shoes on her feet. Red lace gloves that were cut to allow her long red nails to peep
through the ends of the fingers covered her hands. I noted that she had repaired the
broken nail from last night. She counted on her fingers as she spoke.

"Not at home when I called. You were late by five minutes. Photo? I thought not. At
least you are properly dressed. But it's all very well you wearing those clothes,
but I see no make-up. "

"I had no time, I had to get something to eat." I lied.

"There was plenty of food in your apartment. Now I can add lying to the list. In
future I will be addressed as "Miss Clearmont". If you are this rude again I shall
give you a thrashing that you will not forget." She answered.

She stood up and walked to stand right in front of me. Then she unzipped the
fastener down the front of her dress to allow it to fall to the floor. She was naked
except for her shoes and the rings piercing her engorged nipples. Her breasts swung
as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my mouth. For a moment her tongue tasted
my lips. Then she returned to her chair. From a drawer she pulled a pair of
handcuffs. With a smile she offered them to me. I was about to put them on when Miss
Clearmont motioned me to fix my hands behind my back. I fumbled for a moment and
then clicked them over my wrists and waited for more. I noticed one of her hands
slip between her thighs and briefly rub her crotch. She motioned me to turn around
so that I was facing the door. I felt my skin prickle with expectation. The soft
carpet muffled Miss Clearmont's steps and I shuddered as she slid a hand down my
back, raking me with her fingernails as she did so. I moved my hands slightly and
the cuffs tightened by themselves. There was a pause for a moment and then I felt my
ankles being chained together. I looked down to see a pair of leather cuffs with a
length of chain between.

"You are a splendid sex toy my dear." She said. "If you are fully obedient I may let
you serve my cunt."

Miss Clearmont was admiring me. She stalked round me occasionally touching breast or
crotch with light fingers as though taking delight in a newly acquired piece of
sculpture that had taken much effort to procure.

"Well, well aren't you just a pretty piece of ass. I would like a naked slave
though, you'd better get used to it."

With that she opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a knife. I flinched a
little as she approached.

"Don't worry yet about the knife." She said hoarsely.

She slid the knife between my breasts and cut the dress with a slow downward stroke.
For a moment I felt the tip catch in my pubic hair but it cut it's way out and the
dress fell to the floor with a flutter.

Once again she walked round me. She touched my breasts with the flat of the knife as
if to test the effect of the cold steel on my flesh. Then she placed it on the desk
and reached into the drawer.

"Though I like a struggle sometimes, today you are going to accept the gag without a
fight." She said. "In fact I would like to hear you speak first! Then the gag can go
in."

She stood waiting as I tried to think what it was that Miss Clearmont would most
like to hear.

"Please gag me Mistress Clearmont. I would love to serve you."

My fazed mind ran out of imagination. I stood dumb for a moment because I was not
sure if she wanted more.

"Would you like to be trained for my sexual pleasure or would you like to become a
toy?" She said.

"I would like..." What a choice. I had no idea what she meant. The choice seemed
meaningless. Then I had visions of her giving me to Greta if I said 'Toy' so I
continued "to be for your pleasure only."

"That's really sweet my little bitch, but I am going to have to share you. But the
sentiment is nice."

With that Miss Clearmont fixed in the gag that held my mouth open. It stretched my
jaw but allowed my tongue freedom of movement.

"Now let me tell you a little story." She said. "It's all about a wilful little prim
cunt that does not do as she is told. First she breaks her generous new Mistress's
nail. Then she does not take the picture that she is asked to. As if that was not
bad enough she is late and lies as to the reason why. After all this she begs to
serve her Mistress and to be her only slave. I'm sorry but this story may not have a
happy ending. Because of her wilful and bad behaviour the prim little slave bitch is
sent for training to an expert in sexual pain. Did you watch the film that we left
in your flat in which Greta was the star?"

I shook my head.

"Oh dear, she will be so disappointed. Greta thinks that it is one of her best. On
the other hand it means that you still don't know Greta's little secret do you? I
love the climax of the film where Greta uses her spurs to ride the little slave. She
loves to twist little obstinate bitches like you, but I promise to ask her to leave
no marks at the moment. After all we may need you for a bit more photography yet.
Let me see now. You have two weeks before you have to go to your office. That means
that you might be released. If you are you will be back to beg for more punishment.
You won't escape though because we can't have you disappearing can we? But you're
going to learn a few useful things in the next week."

With that she went to the door and opened it. There was Greta. Dressed in a similar
latex dress to the one on the film, her breasts wobbled as she crossed the floor in
her high heels. She was a couple of inches shorter than me but looked strong and
well muscled.

Miss Clearmont turned to Greta and said. "You can have the little bitch for a couple
of hours today while I'm busy and then I'll lend her to you for next week."

Greta ran her hands over me and I shuddered. Then she pressed her hands on my
shoulders to bring me to my knees. With a stilettoed toe she pushed my knees apart
and then pushed me backwards. I fell before catching myself on my hands. I was
kneeling backwards. Because my hands were cuffed I could not move unless I was to
fall to the floor.

Greta looked at my pussy and said. "She is not fully naked, may I?"

"Of course my dear, strip it, fuck it, stop it up, make it come, fill it, and train
it. Just don't damage it permanently." Said my Mistress.

With that Miss Clearmont took a lead from the drawer in her desk. The chain ran to a
point and then split. At the end of each chain was a clip. These she fastened to my
nipples. As she did so she tightened a little screw on each.

"I would not recommend that you try to pull free little slave, it might hurt, but it
would hurt less than the punishment for disobedience.

Miss Clearmont passed the handle of the leash to Greta. With a smile she pulled
gently on the chain. I struggled to my feet. My nipples were pulled forward. The
small screws that Miss Clearmont had tightened bit in to my flesh a little and made
me stumble forwards until I stood a few inches from my new Mistress. I could smell
the cigarette smoke on her breath as her tongue slid out to touch my lips. My mouth
was still wide open from the gag and she turned her head to the side a little and
closed lips with me. I could taste her as she invaded my mouth and felt my stomach
heave a little. Then she pulled a little more and I was forced to press her lips
with mine. Her tongue explored my whole mouth and almost felt as though it was
slipping down my throat. Then she pulled back.

"She's not a very responsive slave is she?" said Greta to Miss Clearmont.

"That's true." Replied Miss Clearmont. "But we can make her eager to kiss can't we,
I'm sure that we are experienced enough to make her beg for a kiss from us rather
than a kiss from the whip."

At that moment the phone rang. Miss Clearmont turned to the desk to pick it up and
Greta started for the door with a small tug on the leash. My nipples were beginning
to swell with the discomfort of being pulled and already felt more sensitive. With a
wave of the hand Miss Clearmont stopped Greta as though she wanted her to hear
something.

"Ah, hello there." Said Miss Clearmont to the hand-piece. "Glad as always to hear
from you."

There was a moment of silence as the person at the other end spoke for a moment and
then Miss Clearmont answered.

"Well as a matter of fact she is." There was another pause.

"Thursday? That's longer and better than I expected. Of course I will be careful." A
pause came, in which I could hear that the speaker at the other end was a woman.

"No not too long of course, I know what she's like when she gets too involved,
there's no stopping her. Listen I'll tell you what, ring me in an hour and I'll have
the delivery plan sorted out and then we can discuss the details. In an hour then."

Miss Clearmont then put down the phone and spoke to me. "I've changed my mind dear,
I have some urgent business to do, a client who is in a hurry so I think that you
should spend a little more time with Greta and get to know her better."

Greta smiled and just gave a short tug on the leash to lead me out of the room. As
we left Miss Clearmont called out to Greta. "Don't forget that she's a liar, make
sure that she tells the truth."

I was led down a corridor. It was lined with pornographic prints, some of which
featured Miss Clearmont. Then we went through a door and down a bare corridor. At
last we reached a strong wooden door which Greta had to unlock. I had stumbled to
keep up with Greta to prevent her having to pull on the leash. My mouth was dripping
as I could not swallow properly, but I could still taste Greta in my mouth.

Behind the door was a sumptuously furnished room. A huge four poster bed filled one
end and a tall chair stood against one wall. The colour of the room was red and the
lighting was red as well. A massive armchair stood against the other wall next to a
large wooden chest of drawers. Greta led me into the room and let go of the leash.
The weight of it tugging as it fell made me start. Then she walked round me slowly
as if assessing what to do. When she had thought for a minute she went to a small
box on the chest of drawers and took a cigarette. Lighting it she strolled back to
me. All I had as reassurance was the fact that Miss Clearmont had told her not to
hurt me. I felt so weak from nervousness that I wobbled on the outrageous red heels
that I wore. With the cigarette in one hand she reached for my crotch. I flinched
expecting a burning touch but she simply pulled at my pubic hair and murmured "This
has got to go." then she stroked my swollen nipples with the other hand and said.
"You are a fine specimen. I still expect to get the photos from Miss Clearmont and
then you'll be mine."

"I would like to tattoo you my dear. I have always preferred my cunt slaves naked
but fully decorated. She pinched my nipples and said "A bit of jewellery here would
look pretty, and rings to lead you by would be a nice touch. Would you really like
that my sweet?"

I nodded and tried to say "Yes" but the word came out as a hiss. Greta's hand
crawled up my skin to my throat and then one finger popped into my mouth. It moved
around as though feeling my teeth under the plastic gag and then she suddenly
slapped me across my face.

"A nod and a hiss you little cow. I offer to make you sexually attractive to me and
my clients and you nod and hiss. I don't care if you have a gag in or not. You will
call me by my name and bow rather than nod. Now then would you like your nipples and
cunt to be pierced and a tattoo of a cock between your tits?"

"Yes Greta." The strain of talking round the gag made my jaw ache and I bowed as low
as I could.

"That's better my dear. Let me show you what's in store after I get you for my own."

With that she led me across the room and tied the leash to the top of the bedpost.
The post was taller than I was. She deftly tied the end of the leash by standing on
the bed so that my breasts were pulled up and I had to stand precariously on tiptoes
to relieve the strain. She slipped a hand between my legs and a finger into my
pussy.

"I shall just go get a few bits and pieces, I'll be back shortly. Don't go away
slave." She mocked.

It seemed ages before she returned. I was in such agony as my calves hurt from
standing on tiptoe and balancing on the stiletto heels and my nipples ached with
having been stretched. I could not see her enter the room as she came from behind me
but I heard her slow steps on the thick carpet. She stood on the bed and untied the
leash. As she did so I was face to face with her enormous veined breasts with their
small loops of pierced gold. I fell over as my legs folded with relief. It felt as
though they were on fire. Greta stood by my face, her shoes right before my eyes. On
the floor behind them I could see another medical bag the same as Miss Clearmont's.
From above I heard her say. "If you fall down again I will fuck you. But don't think
that I would waste the attentions of a dildo on a shit like you because I will use
my heels in your ass. Now get up and stand straight."

Standing from prone with ones hands fixed behind the back and a pair of cuffs on
ones feet is difficult. Doing it when every muscle in your legs is in agony and you
have six-inch heels on is terrible. Somehow I swung my legs and got them under me.
Then with a lurch and a fear of falling I managed.

"Very good slave." She said. "See what's possible if you just want. Now you want to
do something else for me don't you? But you're going to have to guess what it is
that I want. If you guess wrong there will be punishment, if you guess right there
will be a reward."

I struggled to think of what she might want from me. As I stood a moment she tapped
her foot with impatience. I dropped to my knees with an ungainly lurch and lay on
the floor again. With a lurch I put my lips to her patent pumps and kissed them.

"Please make me your toy Mistress Greta." I grovelled.

After a few moments of licking I struggled to get up again. I overbalanced with the
effort and fell prone.

"Very good indeed. You forgot to lick my shoes when you were down before. So you
guessed right but failed. What does that mean?"

"Punishment by my Mistress." I managed to say.

"That's right, punishment."

As I lay there she went to the bag and pulled out some keys. With them she loosened
the chain on my legs and undid the handcuffs. My fingers tingled with the returning
circulation adding to my woes. Then she led me to the bed. With a single motion she
snapped the hand cuffs onto both wrists with the bedpost between my arms. At least
my arms were in front of me now, I thought and I didn't make the mistake of pulling
at them. When she was sure that the handcuffs were on me properly she stood behind
me and placed her feet inside mine. Slowly she used her feet to spread my legs as
far as the restraints would let them go. Suddenly I felt a pressure against my
pussy. At first I thought that she was using her hand, but the pressure was too
great. Just as the large object started to slip in I felt a similar pressure against
my ass.

"Like it bitch?"

"Yes Mistress Greta. Please fill me." As I bent forward to bow the double dildo
slipped into my cunt and ass and filled me. I could not properly stand straight
because of the intrusion and remained hanging as the cuffs caught against the
contours of the bedpost. Despite my fear I could feel a warmth and dampness spread
across my crotch.

"Now I should like you to meet someone."

Greta clapped her hands. I could not see the door but heard someone enter the room.
When he came into view I saw that it was a man. He was wearing no clothes but the
tattoo on his chest covered almost from his cock to his chin. It was a picture of
Greta naked. Her pussy gaped where his navel was, giving an almost surreal effect.
Her enormous breasts had their nipples where his were and small rings were fastened
to pierce his and hers together. Her hands held a whip and a dildo and her legs,
encased in black stockings placed their stiletto heels at the base of his cock. He
was wearing a ring round the base of his prick, which was fastened by a tiny silver
padlock.

"This is my slave. Whom do you love, slave."

"Only you Mistress Greta." As he spoke he bowed.

"Very good slave. Now tell me, what is your duty?"

"My duty is to you alone, Mistress Greta. Please tell me your wishes." He replied.

"I wish to show my little bitch here how to obey. Fuck her mouth."

He moved to my head and kneeled on the bed. I could see his cock starting to grow.
It was the largest cock I had ever seen. I shook my head but felt a grip on the
dildo in my rear that made me stay still. His cock entered my open mouth and almost
hit the back of my throat .He seemed to choke all the air from me before he started
a rhythm.

"Don't come in her mouth slave but I will let you come on her face."

Greta was doing something to the dildo in my cunt and ass. It started to grow. I
felt stretched to the limit. I felt an easing as my cunt accommodated itself to the
object rammed almost to the hilt. He used my mouth like a fist to wank into. I could
see no sign of pleasure on his face. He was performing for Mistress Greta rather
than taking his gratification. He withdrew in time to pump come all around my mouth
and over my face. I felt it trickling from my chin and around my tongue and towards
the back of my throat. His erection stayed in front of my face. I stared wild-eyed
at the tattoo, Mistress Greta behind me and in front. The slave with no name
maintained his erection despite coming and awaited further orders from his mistress.
Mistress Greta ordered him off the bed and sat on the edge of it facing me. She
pulled out the tool that would unclick the gag. In a moment my mouth was free. Then
she undid the handcuffs. I swallowed tasting the salty jism of his come. She seemed
to be waiting for me to make some sort of move. But the cuffs still held my ankles
and her slave stood close by. After a few moments she said. "Do you like to be
spunked on?"

"Yes Mistress." I replied and managed a little bow.

"Good girl" she said. "Perhaps you are a little uncomfortable at the moment? After
all I have filled you for my own enjoyment. I was wondering if you liked it as well.
Do you like the feeling?"

"Yes Mistress. It pleases me to please you." I replied and repeated a little bow. As
I did so I could feel the dildo move inside me.

"Well never mind your pleasure, I have arranged a little excitement for you." With
that she clapped twice and another of her slaves entered the room. This time I was
horrified. The slave was a woman of about thirty-five. Every hair on her body had
been removed; even her head was bald. She was naked except that she wore a ring that
pierced just above the lips of her cunt. A tattoo of a coming prick thrust between
her breasts, the come splattering her neck to her chin. Further tattoos of chains
draped her body; even her bald head was tattooed with a crown of small intertwining
cocks. Greta made a motion with her hand and the slave turned away from me and
touched the floor between her feet allowing me a full view of her sex. I could see
the ring in her cunt and another that pierced just above her ass hole. A short
padlocked chain tightly connected them permitting no access to either hole without
the key. Across her back was a tattoo, which read "Mistress Greta". The female slave
waited in the bent position until ordered to face me. Greta told her that she could
speak.

"I was Mandy. I used to be a secretary for a trader on the New York stock exchange.
Mistress Greta kindly took notice of me and offered to train me to be a slave. I
foolishly refused until she persuaded me by force that she would look after me and
show me how to serve her body. I love Mistress Greta; she is my world. I have been
trained to do anything for her body. I was honoured for her to fit me with the rings
that allow her to control me, as she demands. When I am a bad slave she punishes me
by chaining my rings to a leash and caning me for her unrestricted pleasure. If my
cunt gets wet from serving Mistress Greta she some times allows me to bring myself
off whilst she canes me. If I serve her well enough Mistress Greta has promised to
give me a new name of my own..."

Greta signalled the slave to stop talking with a wave and said. "Now you see my
problem dear. I have you for only a couple of hours and I need you for longer if you
are to be a recreated slave like Mandy is. I plan to train you to obedience in all
things; you will thank me for every lesson in sexual pain. When I get you I shall
make Mandy here your mistress. You will be the slave to a slave! Mandy will tell me
what punishments that you deserve and where all the rings, ornaments and tattoos
will go. I shall make you so attractive that none of my clients will be able to
resist the thought of having you every which way. You will make me so much money and
I shall be happy. Do you wish to be Mandy's slut?"

Tears welled into my eyes as Mandy's face lit up with a sly satisfied look. Her hand
strayed to her crotch and she played with the chained ring in the lips of her pussy.
The glistening excitement and anticipation made her slip a finger in and move it
gently forwards and backwards. She breathed in long slow breaths. A small shudder of
expectation at the pain that she would inflict on her first victim shook her hips.
She had been taken so far that she could only think of sex in terms of pain. But
just the thought of controlling every move and function of her new slave could focus
her and bring her to orgasm. I could not bring myself to say anything. Then I saw
Greta indicate the dildo to her. Mandy stepped forward and pushed it further in. I
yelped. Mandy gave it another push, I could feel that my ass hole had been stretched
to the limit and the one in my cunt seemed to be pushing into my ribs from the back,
it had gone so far.

"I said, do you wish to serve Mandy? Answer me now or I shall give you something to
think about."

With that Greta ran her fingertip round the dildo in my ass where the skin was
stretched tightest around the thrusting latex. Suddenly I felt her thumb nail
scratch me there. It was agony, just for a moment, but unbearable. I was in agony
and Mandy laughed.

"Please Mistress can I hurt her like that as well?" Mandy pouted.

"Later when she's yours you can do what you want. I will teach you exactly where it
hurts most. In fact because she will not tell us that she wants to serve you I
shall allow you to have her for five minutes now." Greta put a finger against my
chin and lifted my head so that I could see her eyes. Then Mistress Greta showed me
her lit cigarette and said. "You see my dear you are lucky that I only used my
nails."

Mandy pushed me to my knees regardless of the dildo that made it difficult to kneel.
Then she pushed my head back until I was looking at the ceiling. Opening her legs
she stood over me facing towards my knees. For a moment she seemed about to offer me
her cunt or ass hole, but then she slid forward and I felt her rings and connecting
chain pass over my lips. Mandy bent forward and twisted my nipples.

"I will serve as your slave." I shouted as Mandy leaned forward more until her
fingers came into contact with my clit. My cunt was so stretched that my clit was
open and vulnerable to Mandy's fingers. She massaged it hard from side to side while
the discomfort was so extreme that I shouted that I would be hers as a captive toy.

Mandy stepped off me and turned to Greta with a grin. "Mistress please can I have
her as a toy? I love her little pussy and clit, the first ring is going to go right
through it."

Greta patted Mandy on the head affectionately and said, "I promise to allow you to
have her to play with when she is mine. But for now the cunt is full of rubber cock
and she so wants to serve you that she cannot stop getting wet in anticipation"

Greta was so different from Miss Clearmont. I had not even see her undress. She had
worn her dress the whole time and used others to control me. It seemed that she
wanted to watch her slaves suffer but serving her was an exercise in pain rather
than humiliation. God, what an evil bitch she was. She let Mandy rub my stretched
clit dry and drum her nails on it. The feeling was one of arousal mixed with agony.
I went to move to ease the discomfort but she slapped my face and urged Mandy to
despise me.

"When this slut is your slave, Mandy I shall lend you some of my training tools
because I have decided to make you chief among my sex slaves. Your new name is
"Mistress Torment". It will be your duty to train the new slaves and teach them the
meaning of servitude. Do not be negligent or disappoint me."

Mistress Torment placed a finger on the point where the dildo extended the skin of
my ass hole thin against it. My tortured and stretched skin prickled in anticipation
of the attack. Then Mistress Torment dug her nail in. I screamed and flinched,
earning another slap.

"Mistress Greta I thank you, you can rely on me to keep your trust. May I insert the
gag to silence this slut?"

"Yes." Came the reply.

Mistress Torment moved round to my mouth and slapped my face. "I am so looking
forward to training you. It makes me wet to think of all the services that you are
going to perform. By the time that I've had you for a week I'll have you begging to
lick my naked cunt and slip your studded tongue up my ass hole. My feet and tits
will be wet with your licking and my hands will have entered and violated every hole
in your body. I love the thought of making you stretch for me. I will have you
stretch so far that your cunt will fit both my feet. I shall never disappoint my
Mistress Greta by being lazy with your indoctrination."

Greta gave Mistress Torment a gag with straps that fastened behind the head. I
opened my mouth and felt a round ball enter my mouth before the gag was buckled at
the back. Then Mistress Torment took a tube with a bulb on the end and connected it
to the front of the gag. As she squeezed the bulb the soft ball in my mouth swelled
to fill it. Mistress Torment pumped until my jaws were extended and my mouth was
stretched wide. Satisfied that she could not force more air into the gag she removed
the pump bulb and felt the edges of the rubber mask that covered my lips at the edge
of the gag to make sure that the seal was good.

Mistress Torment then removed the dildo. She pulled it out suddenly. The sudden
suction clenched at me. I tried to gasp but the gag denied even that relief.
Mistress Torment then discussed my training with Mistress Greta, as though I was not
even there. It seemed that I was to start with menial sex tasks and correction. I
would attend Mistress Greta's sex clients and spend the rest of my time in a cell. I
would of course have to be altered to suit Mistress Greta and Mistress Torment's
taste. This involved rings and studs being inserted and tattoos being done. My cunt
and ass would be widened by having to live with ever-larger dildos and objects in
them for long periods. Mistress Torment stroked my tits and pulled my nipples as
they spoke and suggested that my breasts were too small. They discussed tits from
the point of view of cup sizes and speculated on the best size. Mistress Greta
suggested that my present "B" should be increased to "D". Mistress Torment was sure
that I would look better for having a size much larger with large pointed nipples.

"I would like her so big that she has to carry them in her arms if she's wearing no
bra." She reflected.

In the end it was decided that Mistress Torment would decide but think about it
before I returned as a slave. When I was broken and fully submissive they would lend
me to Mistress Greta's friends for their pleasure. They both laughed and discussed a
Mistress Jenny. Mistress Greta then turned to me and told me that Mistress Jenny had
a terrible habit of overusing her slaves if they were disobedient. She had a
reputation for returning slaves damaged and exhausted if she had them for more than
a few days at her country house. I kneeled on the floor with my head bowed. Mistress
Torment fiddled with my nipples and my pussy dripped. I was horrified by their
plans. Compared to them Miss Clearmont was an angel. I found myself praying that
Miss Clearmont would keep me for herself rather than give me to these two sadists.
They were not planning a casual violation but a systematic deflowering that involved
altering me to fit their taste for the pornographic. In fact I was to be a toy to be
broken and then put back together in the order that they decided. I had not so much
as thought of escape. In fact my life before the last two days had changed so much
that I was having trouble thinking rationally. I kept praying that Miss Clearmont
would save me! Mistress Greta ran a hand down my back and between my thighs.

"Look at this, the little sow is wet with hope of having her body altered to our
taste. You might be right, she would be so grateful for a really large pair of
breasts that it might reduce the time to get her trained. I know a surgeon who does
implants that make the breasts so big." She said as she indicated with her hands a
size nearly twice as big as her own pair.

Tears welled from my eyes as Mistress Greta let her fingers idly play with my cunt
lips. I could feel a wetness there that made her moving fingers slick. She gently
rubbed my clit and I wiggled in response. Just as I started to relax she pinched me
and dug a fingernail into my ass hole. There would be no orgasms without matching
pain from Mistress Greta or Mistress Torment.

At last the two finished their discussion of their sexual plans. Mistress Greta
looked at her watch and declared the two hours to be finished. With a sigh she idly
scratched my pouting ass hole and sex and stood up. Mistress Torment, who had gone
into something of a reverie at the thoughts of having the same power over another as
Mistress Greta had, reluctantly stood. She and the tattooed man sex slave were
dismissed with a wave and Mistress Greta led me back to Miss Clearmont's office
using the nipple leash again.

Miss Clearmont was sitting at her large desk on the phone as we walked in. She hung
up on the conversation and looked with approval at my gagged and exhausted state. My
dripping pussy caught her eye and she signalled me to come to the desk. She smiled
and pulled a large envelope out of a drawer. On the front of the envelope was the
address of my legal firm. Stamps had already been stuck to it. She pulled the
contents out. They were blow-ups of the photos that she had taken last night. The
photos had been carefully trimmed and enlarged to show my face covered in come and
my tongue caressing a huge clitoris. Mistress Greta looked hungrily at them.

"Should I send this to your office" slut?" she said.

I shook my head.

"No? I think that I follow your thoughts. I have a better idea, I think you should
hand deliver them! Is that a better idea?"

I could see one hand flutter down to her thighs as she toyed with me. Mistress Greta
flicked through the photos and selected one that showed my tongue touching Miss
Clearmont's puckered ass hole.

"Would it not be amusing for you to be dressed as a rubber bitch and hand deliver
the photos to your office. Just think of all those lusty lawyers that have longed to
fuck you wanking over thoughts of having you as a slave." Miss Clearmont said with a
smile.

"This is the best one." Said Mistress Greta with a chuckle. "This would make them
get wet with lust."

"Perhaps we should send them one at a time, starting with the ones that don't show
her face and then build up the excitement?" said Miss Clearmont.

"My dear Miss Clearmont you are so subtle. That's a great idea." Said Greta as she
ruffled through the drawer full of photos. Miss Clearmont pulled one from the
drawer. It showed me with a dildo in my cunt. My head was thrown back so that my
face was not visible. She slipped it into the envelope and rolled the chair back as
she stood. Then she came to me and opened my legs with her black varnished
fingernails. Then she wiped the top of the envelope against my pussy before pressing
it closed. Miss Clearmont clapped once sharply. A few moments later Miss Torment
appeared. Miss Clearmont gave her the envelope and told her to post it. My knees
buckled, they were not blackmailing me; they were finishing me. Miss Clearmont then
dismissed the slave and turned back to me.

"I have decided what to do in the longer term with this cunt slave." She said.

Mistress Greta showed considerable interest as Miss Clearmont continued. We shall
mark her for now, and a bit of depilation will help. Then I shall have her. When I
am bored with her I'll give her to you. Have you decided what would help her to
please us?

"Yes my sweet. I have decided that it is now time to bring Mandy into a higher
responsibility. This little cunt will be her first trainee. I am perhaps a little
generous but I said that she could do what she wanted with her."

Miss Clearmont nodded with approval. "She may overdo it a bit first time."

"I know." Replied Mistress Greta. "But she has to learn the hard way that too much
too soon can spoil a slave. It doesn't matter though it's a useful lesson."

"What did Mandy suggest?"

"She would like the bitch pierced and ringed and then a small alteration to enlarge
her breasts." Replied Mistress Greta.

"Nice and large I hope. We need some entertainment. Yes big tits would suit her,
really big of course so that we can use her on film. A slave with big wobbly breasts
is such a turn on. Also I like whipping them."

As the discussion continued Miss Clearmont expertly kneaded my tits and pulled at
them. When she had finished she declared. "In my opinion we could take her from an
unimposing "B" or "C" to a rather better "E". In fact it may be possible to make
them even bigger. Anyway enough of later, I have to make some calls and do some
paperwork. Please take her to the White Room where she can wait my attentions."

Mistress Greta led me out of the room. I was taken into the house proper and then to
a steel door. We went down some cold steps into a corridor lined with doors every
few metres. Mistress Greta opened a door into a windowless room lined with white
tiles. In one corner was a hole in the floor. Miss Greta waved at the hole with a
limp hand. I realised that she was offering me a chance to go to the toilet. I
looked at the hole and shook my head. I had had nothing to eat or drink since
Kathy's brandies. My need was not so desperate that I could do so in front of this
bitch. Mistress Greta shrugged her shoulders and pushed me to the wall. She took a
thin chain from her pocket and fixed it to my gag. Then she fixed it to a padlock in
the wall. I could not sit or for that matter reach the hole in the floor. Mistress
Greta slapped my face and pinched my nipples. As she did she said, " Enjoy your time
here, when I've finished with you, you'll be a slave fit only to lick the shit from
other slave's cells."

VII

I was not tightly held by the chain and was free to stand as I would. The ankle
cuffs did not prevent me walking a couple of steps if I was careful. The problem was
that I could not sit down. I was emotionally drained and tired from lack of sleep
over the last two days and the lights were so bright especially since the whole
room, floor, ceiling and walls were tiled in bright white. The cell had discrete
metal rings at various heights and on the floor and ceiling a strange looking
circular light lit it with great brightness. It was to one of these high rings that
I was fastened. The gag forced me to breathe through my nose and made my jaw ache.
In fact my pussy and ass ached with the treatment from the double dildo that had
been forced into me. My brain whirled with hopes and schemes most of which were
fantasies that Kathy would find me and free me from this house of terrible
calculated sexual assault. I finally calmed down and started to consider my real
alternatives. In fact I had none except to somehow get out. Without thought I had
come here willingly. It now also looked as though rather than wishing to blackmail
me Miss Clearmont really only wanted the challenge of adding another slave to the
coffle and that getting unwilling slaves was simply more fun than culling the pages
of contact magazines for people who really wanted to be enslaved. That way they had
real slaves not ones that enjoyed serving. It meant that I was of no more
consequence to Miss Clearmont and Mistress Greta than another outfit or pair of
shoes. It was that realisation that broke me. I was their toy and like all toys I
would be played with until the satisfaction of ownership had at last expired and the
plaything was given to a friend or another slave to play with. My hands were free
and I was able to check if I bled from their attentions. I did not, though there
were bruises on my legs where I had fallen and my clit was rubbed raw by the
attentions of Mistress Torment. Suddenly the colour of the light in the room changed
from white to green. It was a shock to see the whole room reflected in green. My
skin seemed to be purple and the bruises turned black. It was a macabre touch. I
stood I don't know how long before the lights changed again. Now they were red. In
fact at irregular intervals the lighting changed colour, seemingly at random. When
it turned white the brightness was almost unbearable. It was impossible to guess how
long I had been in the room. My thoughts turned to Miss Clearmont. Just as when
Mistress Greta had held me I started to hope that she would remember me. I saw her
as a moderating force that wished me only to have large breasts instead of massive
ones. She had not wanted me to have huge pointed nipples and tattoos of giant pricks
that were coming between my breasts. Her pleasure in my sexual attentions was almost
welcome compared to the attentions of Mistress Greta. I remembered that though she
had gagged me it was not as bad as the one that Mistress Torment had put in and she
had not hung me on a leash by my nipples either. As the time went by I started to
fantasise about a new plan. I would be so good to Miss Clearmont that she would let
me go out of pity. No, I would pleasure her so much that she would let me take my
revenge on the sadistic Mistress Greta and Mistress Torment. She would care for me
and lead me for her and my pleasure. I pictured her orgasming so strongly that she
made me her prot?g??. The lights changed colour again and again. I felt so tired and
weepy that I relaxed only to find myself starting to stumble on the smooth tiles and
hang from the chain attached to my gag. I was starting to sleep and it I felt I
might not be able to stand. I felt totally exhausted. I felt a sudden thirst that
went when the lights turned to yellow. My bladders felt full, and then suddenly
empty. The light changes started to change my mood. Red was for defiance and escape.
Blue for sly surrender and trickery. Green made me wish for attention, any attention
even if it was Mistress Greta come to collect me to give to her slave. Purple made
me feel sad and self pitying and brown made me want to please my captors with honest
surrender. Suddenly I realised that the lights were white again and changing no
longer for the first time since I had arrived. The door opened and there stood Miss
Clearmont. I staggered for a moment to stand straight. Miss Clearmont was dressed in
a tight white rubber dress that covered her from knees to throat but leaving her
large firm breasts exposed in a lattice of lace. Her almost bare breasts were tipped
by tiny rings through the nipples and her hair was pushed well back. When she
reached out to touch me I saw that she had surgical gloves on. In one hand she
carried a metal machine that filled her hand. I was so woozy that I could only watch
as she reached out and placed the end of the machine over my nipple. There was a
brief flash of pain as she squeezed and a gold stud was piercing the nipple. I could
only stare as a tiny drop of blood welled up in contrast to the gold. The other
nipple took just a few seconds. I did not even flinch. She put down the piercing
tool and stroked a hand around my groin.

"What a strong gag my dear. Does your body ache?"

I nodded dumbly in reply. I could only see her large breasts heave as she felt the
tightness of the gag.

"That's a shame. The gag is a little large I suppose, but Mistress Greta is
sometimes a little over the top."

Then she let a little air out of the ball in my mouth. My eyes welled tears at how
generous this magnificent woman was. I motioned for her to allow me to touch her
breasts. With a satisfied look she allowed me to gently stroke her breasts with
trembling hands. They were firm and warm under the sexy lace. I felt comforted. I
was pathetically trying to please my captor.

"I have to get some sleep my little cunt lover, but I'll be back in the morning to
see you and propose a little beneficial deal. I have some things that you can do for
me that will make me very happy."

She watched my gentle touches and smiled. "You are sometimes such a good little
slave, but I don't have time to release you at this moment. I'm sorry that you are
uncomfortable. I shall have much pleasure training you. You will be glad of my
training when you are ready. For now you will have to wait for my next visit."

I nodded acceptance and let my hands fall. As she left the room I felt that I had
really managed to please her and that in the morning when she had time she would
free me to discuss important matters. The lights changed to brown and I dreamed of
serving her any which way that she might want. I would lick her feet and thighs; my
tongue would explore her sex. When she orgasmed she would let me go.

It was impossible to gauge time in the cell. The lights changed irregularly. I came
to look forward to some colours and hate others. I tried to support myself against
the wall so that I could rest. But I could not reach my high-heeled shoes to undo
them and slid on the metal tipped heels when I tried to lean at an angle. Every time
that I pulled the chain on the gag, the ball in my mouth pulled and caused such
discomfort that I had to stand. I tried to pace but more than one step was
impossible. My moods changed more rapidly but gradually I began to long for Miss
Clearmont to return. She had loosened my gag and let me try to please her. She had
shown pity at my aches. She had even let me touch her magnificent body for a moment.
I felt that she had only pierced my nipples to prevent Mistress Greta putting large
rings in and had promised to allow me to perform a service for her that would help
me. Miss Clearmont had promised to return when she had had her rest. I stood and
stood; the lights flashed their colours irregularly but with a faster rhythm. Miss
Clearmont replaced Kathy as my saviour; she was real and her sexuality reigned
supreme in the house.

Once again the lights turned white. I blinked at the change and suddenly felt how
full my bladder was. I needed to go to the toilet. Miss Clearmont was dressed in her
medical coat and had placed the nurse's cap on her hair. She wore white stilettos
and had surgical gloves on.

"I'm so sorry that you had to stand so long my lovely little slut. The delay was
unavoidable as I had so much sleep to catch up on." She said sympathetically. "Would
you like a visit to the toilet?"

I nodded and she came over and using the key released my gag from the chain. I
stumbled momentarily as she led me to the hole in the floor.

"I give you permission." She said. "You are a good slut and can use the hole."

I wobbled over the hole as I squatted and relieved myself fully. The feeling was one
of release.

"That's better, how can I get a dildo in your ass if you are so full?"

I nodded again gratefully and she slowly undid the gag. I breathed through my mouth
again and stood for a moment.

"Would you like some thing to eat?" she asked.

"Yes Miss Clearmont, please." I answered.

"Good, I just need your help in formulating a legal document and then you can eat. I
need your help so much and only you can help me." She sounded truly as if she needed
my help.

I felt so grateful that she was on my side. She was so understanding and sympathetic.

"Do you mind if I make a little inspection to make sure that Mistress Greta has not
hurt you?" She asked.

She knelt and put a hand in my pussy. I felt a finger enter me and probe around. For
a moment she rubbed my clit and I felt a small shudder pass down my spine. Then she
pushed a finger into my ass and slowly rotated it.

"She has loosened you up a little. That's a good thing, we need to work on that
don't we? After all we don't want you too tight for my pleasure do we."

"No." I said. "I wish to please you. Mistress"

"That's wonderful news my dear, because you shall please me. Come along now." She
spoke as if I was a child, but the tone gave me a feeling of security.

When she had finished she stood and took off the gloves. Tossing them down the hole
in the floor she left the room. I followed her white starched coat and thus left the
cell. It was clear that Miss Clearmont was concerned for me. She led me to her
office. Spread all over the desks were papers and legal documents. Standing on them
was a decanter and two glasses. She poured a long clear drink and handed me the
glass. I drank deeply before realising that the drink was pure gin. I coughed but
she patted my back to help it down.

"Drink it all for me my little slut; it will help you recover. Would you like to
please me first or should you like to see the papers?" She asked in a reasonable
voice.

"As you wish Miss Clearmont." I answered.

"Good, pleasure first and work later."

She opened the cabinet on the wall and took out some restraints and some clothing. I
had almost forgotten that I was naked. Miss Clearmont came to stand in front of me.
First she took a pair of latex pants from the pile. She showed me the inside of them
where a rubber cock was fixed.

"Would you wear these for me? It excites me that you will get a thrill as you
pleasure me?" She said.

"Yes Miss Clearmont, I wish to please you as much as I can." I replied.

The pants were held together by studs that turned to release. She placed the cock in
my mouth and I licked it. Then slipping it into my quivering ass she fastened the
pants onto me. I could feel the penetration as the rubber prick worked itself into
me.

Taking a pair of soft cuffs she fixed my hands in front of me. Then she brought out
a gag and fixed my mouth open. As she did so she said, "Please understand that I
would not have you catch me with your teeth when you come."

I expected her to open her coat and ask me to satisfy her but she led me behind the
desk. She indicated that I should sit with my legs under the chair facing the seat.
The chair was an old fashioned library reading chair with high winged back and stout
legs. When my face was towards the seat she clipped a collar, that attached to the
chair seat-front with a short chain, round my neck to hold me there. Satisfied that
I was fixed firmly she went round the back of the chair and fiddled for a moment
with the rubber dildo in my ass. I felt a click as she attached something to it.
Finally satisfied she stood over me. Looking up I could see under her coat. Her
pussy, shaven as always pouted at me with longing. I could just make out the shadows
of her large tits tenting the coat almost out of sight. She reached down and stroked
my face with her hands.

"Greta and her little slut want to work you over. Greta has a fetish for big tits
and cunts that a train could drive through. She likes her slaves to scream when they
are fucked up the ass hole with her heels. Her greatest wish with all slaves is to
alter them and break them. She lends her slaves to people who delight in destroying
them. If you serve me and obey all my commands you will have given me pleasure and I
will protect you from her. If you do not I will let her have you." Miss Clearmont
said this in an unemotional way that made me hope that I could serve her every wish
to protect myself. I believed her and wanted to serve. I still hoped in my heart
that Kathy could save me, but how was I to contact her and get her to believe my
story?

Miss Clearmont's phone rang. There was a pause and she said. "Show her in."

With a flick of her coat Miss Clearmont settled herself on the chair. Her naked ass
lowered gently onto the chair allowing her to straddle me between her thighs and
wiggled to settle her pussy over my mouth. I could feel her clitoris swell into my
open mouth and the inner lips of her cunt dripped her excitement into me. My tongue
reached up and massaged her. Its tip followed the creases and folds of her inner
lips and stroked her swollen sex. I felt her shift again as I heard the door to the
office open. Her sex slid forward and her puckered ass hole was presented for
attention. This bent my head back on the end of the collar-chain as she slid forward
on the chair. The collar flexed a little allowing the movement.

"Hello." Said Miss Clearmont. She moved up for a moment and then settled her ass
upon my lips.

"Darling, I'm so glad to catch you at home." The other voice was Kathy's.

I must have started in surprise at hearing Kathy's voice because suddenly Miss
Clearmont's thighs closed their grip on my head. I felt the power of her legs as she
squeezed, the effect being to make me use my tongue with much more urgency. Miss
Clearmont lowered herself even further closing my mouth with a fleshy gag that
prevented me making any sound. My tongue played over her ass and teased the little
creases and puckers of flesh that closed it. I felt a movement in my ass as the
dildo quietly came to life and started to vibrate. The feeling made me almost
ecstatic.

"I got a strange message when I got back from my business trip." Continued Kathy.
"My friend Denise, who you met the other day, left a message to contact her. But she
is not at home and has left no clue at her work as to her whereabouts."

"It's OK Kathy, she's not in hearing, you can cut the crap." Replied Miss Clearmont.
"I have her in a cell downstairs and you came too soon for me to arrange our little
trick. It doesn't matter though, because she is totally disorientated and we can set
up the manoeuvre in the next hour."

"Oh good. How is she? You didn't give her to the gentle attentions of Greta did you?"

"Only for an hour or two." Replied the woman whose ass I was licking. She wriggled
slightly in the chair and I had trouble keeping my tongue in place. I felt the
puckers of flesh loosen a little and licked harder trying to push my tongue in as
deep as possible.

"Is she ready for Pete then? Or do we have to wait a day or two?"

Miss Clearmont replied "She's not quite ready to try to fuck him yet, but she is
sure that you are going to come and rescue her from me."

"Good then we can delay until tomorrow and then I'll let her loose when I come."
said Kathy.

The dildo vibrated more urgently and I took it as a signal to lick with more force.
Suddenly Miss Clearmont's ass hole loosened completely and my tongue pushed inside.
I pushed as hard as I could upon feeling a reaction from Miss Clearmont. The
vibrator reacted with a slow in and out motion that took my breath away. Miss
Clearmont's thighs were quivering, which made it difficult to hear the next few
exchanges because they closed round my ears and also made it difficult to breathe.
Miss Clearmont orgasmed. It did not show in her voice as she talked to Kathy except
that once she caught her breath and turned it into a cough. But in my privileged
position I felt her characteristic reaction as her sex swelled and she clamped her
thighs hard together. She relaxed and moved a hand to stroke my hair, which I took
as a gesture of approval from my supreme sexual Mistress. I felt a sudden happiness
that I had pleased her and started to work again on her sensitive ass.

"What will you do to the silly bitch when Pete no longer has a use for her?" Asked
Miss Clearmont.

The dildo in my rear made my pussy wetter and wetter but I did not come. In fact I
was now hoping that I could get Miss Clearmont to come again and thus please her
even more. My tongue probed as deep as possible and I could feel the heat of her
shaved pussy on my forehead as I worked.

"Oh, then Greta can have her. I find her curious but prudish attitude a bore. I'll
let you have her if you want but I'd prefer her to disappear into Greta's grip
because she doesn't let go. Any way I promised Greta that I'd pay for one of her
slaves to be altered as much as she wished and a promise is a promise. I'd rather I
spent my money on a friend's education than have some stranger benefit." Said Kathy
with a sarcastic laugh.

Even though I was being fucked from behind and had my tongue slipped up Miss
Clearmont's hole I could hear the conversation and take it in. My heart sank. I had
decided to try to please Miss Clearmont to escape Mistress Greta but I had placed my
real hope in Kathy to get me free of the whole situation. Kathy was betraying me.
She was worse than Miss Clearmont was, because she was going to give me to Mistress
Greta after playing some game with Pete as part of his education. I felt Miss
Clearmont shift back as if relaxing. Her sex slid over my mouth. I touched her clit
with my lips and tongue and then stuck my tongue as far as it would go up the tunnel
of her sex. I could taste her warm wetness and feel the thrusts of the dildo in my
rear. Somehow serving her was turning me on. My cunt swelled and sweated sex, but
there was no relief. My lips fumbled for a moment and then gripped her engorged
clit. Slowly I massaged it while teasing the very tip with my tongue.

"I'll tell you how I'll arrange matters." Said Miss Clearmont. "Just leave the slut
with me for a couple more days. By then she will be so wound up with waiting for you
that she will orgasm when she hears your voice. I'll arrange the meeting and you can
arrange the rest."

"OK then, two days and I will phone you beforehand. I'll get my driver to help her
back to my place. One loose end though, the photos?" Said Kathy.

"I don't know yet, perhaps there may be a use for them yet."

The two of them said goodbye and I heard the door close as Kathy left. Miss
Clearmont sat for a while. I worked over her clit again and then moved to stroking
her inner lips with mine. The wetness of excitement flowed into my open mouth
tasting almost sweet with stimulation. I licked and sucked and she came. A trembling
overcame her and she slid forwards to allow me further access. It must have been
five minutes before she got out of the chair and stood. She looked down at me with a
smile.

"Kathy is such a manipulating bitch, but I love her." She said. Then she stroked my
face with her nails. One finger slipped into my mouth and explored in an almost
casual manner.

"I have saved you from Kathy, would you serve me to save yourself from Greta?" She
continued. I tried to say "Yes" and nod, but my head was held firm.

Miss Clearmont released me from the chair. She left my ankles together but the wrist
cuffs came off. The pants remained on but the dildo was stilled when she
disconnected it from the chair. It took a moment to stand but Miss Clearmont held
me. Then she sat me in her chair. The documents on the desk caught my eye. Some of
them had my name on them others appeared to be financial papers.

"I need your help as a lawyer. I would like you to sign these papers as a witness.
Here, here and here." She indicated on the forms. "This is to stop Kathy getting at
your money." She slid a hand down to my dripping cunt and stroked it. Her nail
scratched at my inner lips and her thumb tickled my clit. Before I came she deftly
slowed down and pushed a pen to me. I picked it up in my shaking hand. As I tried to
read them she pushed her breasts out of her coat and moved a finger to enter my
cunt. I was on the very brink of orgasm. The invasion of my ass hole and the sight
of those smooth full breasts tipped with pierced gold filled my mind. I longed to
please her and kiss those orbs gently, rubbing the rings with my tongue and teasing
the erect flesh with my lips. I signed wherever she indicated and shifted to allow
my Mistress better access to my sex.

Suddenly she stopped. Her hand withdrew and the breasts drew back. She took the pen
with a hand that was wet with my excitement and placed it out of reach. Then she
placed a hand at the back of my head and gripped me by grabbing a handful of hair.
My orgasm receded and Miss Clearmont got me out of the chair by pulling my hair.

"How dare you sit in my chair." She said as she dragged me upright. My shock at the
sudden change of events numbed me for a moment. Miss Clearmont slapped my face and
pushed me to the centre of the room.

IIX


Miss Clearmont gave me a push that made me fall to the floor. I fell heavily and
banged my head on the floor. I was still bound loosely by the ankles and could not
break my fall. I felt dazed. The lack of sleep, the large gin, the White Room and
the confusion of the over-heard conversation combined to befuddle and leave me with
no will. I heard Miss Clearmont go to her desk. When I opened my eyes she had a
syringe in her hand and had discarded her white coat. Her face showed excitement and
elation and her full breasts shone with perspiration. With a step she was standing
over me looking down. Then she bent over me and placed one hand on my neck. I felt
the fingers of the other probe my breast for a moment before she injected me just
under the nipple. She stood again to watch me, but I was simply too exhausted to
move. I felt the heaviness of limb over come me again. I felt so tired, a feeling of
hopelessness overwhelmed me and tears formed in my eyes.

"Now you are mine little cunt slut. How could you possibly consider that Kathy would
rescue you from this house? Kathy had her own plans for you."

I moved my head to the side so that she could not see the tears. Miss Clearmont went
to the desk and gathered the papers. Then she knelt beside me and held the papers
before my eyes for inspection. I could not focus on the forms and anyway her hand
was trembling with excitement that shook them and made them rustle.

"Let me tell you what you have signed." Miss Clearmont went through the papers one
by one and explained them to me as she did so. "This one makes a withdrawal from
your savings account. The amount has yet to be entered but it will be all of your
money. It also transfers all the money in your cashing account to the savings
account first. Now this is an interesting one. This little sheet renames your trust
fund, which I believe matures in just five days time on your thirtieth birthday. Let
me see now..." She rearranged the sheets until they were in the correct order. "This
one moves the money to an offshore fund in the Bahamas that is a numbered account.
That means that any one with the correct code number can use the account." She
explained this to me as if talking to a child. "Now then, this one has my signature
on it. It is the one that closes the Bahamas account and moves the money to my
account in Austria, Europe."

She flicked over to another form. "This could be my favourite, even though the
thought of all your millions being mine makes me so wet that I could just come by
thinking about it. This one," she went on, " is the one that you signed that makes
me your manager should I wish to have a porn starlet on my hands. The last is the
best, it is a letter that I shall send to your office asking to resign your
partnership and of course leave the business. In it I will of course include the
photos that we made just a few days ago as well as the other ones that you and I
shall shoot in the next few days."

Once again she showed me the forms and this time I could see them clearly. The
letter took just a few moments to read. It cited that my interests in pornography
modelling did not suit the interests of the firm and that as such I resigned as of
now and passed all my interests back to the senior partners forthwith. It was
personally addressed to Jake Darrell, the senior partner. My eyes filled up again
and tears dripped down my face to soak into the plush carpet. Miss Clearmont then
placed the forms back in order and put them into a tray on the desk. All was clear
now. There would be no blackmail because Miss Clearmont would have it all; money,
inheritance and a cunt slave ripe for the fucking. I could hear her opening another
drawer and then she came back to me. She squatted before my face and showed me a
little box. Her legs parted to reveal her dripping slit, and her erect clitoris
standing prouder than I had ever seen. Flipping the lid she pulled out two shiny
steel rings.

"I have been so thoughtful. Since you have done me a favour and given me something I
felt that it was only right to give you a little present." Slipping a black nailed
finger through the rings she held them up for me to see. Each was about an inch in
diameter and had a break in it. Stamped onto the rings was a single word, "Slave".
Behind the rings I could see her pussy dripping sex, the cherry red of her clit
seemed to throb with lust. A dribble of sex juices dripped onto the carpet.

"Before I fit them I should explain. These rings are chromium plated. Underneath is
vanadium steel which, the maker assures me, cannot be cut without a diamond saw.
When I pinch this little part a bolt is released that cannot be withdrawn making
them permanent." With that explanation she leaned forward to attend to their fixing.
First she removed the posts that she had shot through my nipples in the White Room
and then she carefully positioned the rings. It was at the edge of my vision but
when she clicked the first one a pain shot through my nipple. If I had not been
drugged I might have reacted. As it was I could not even flinch. The second was
worse.

"Oh dear, did I miss the little hole? Never mind, it is permanent so I'll just have
to accept the position."

Miss Clearmont stood and surveyed me with a critical eye. "There is one other little
thing that I have to do. If you don't mind I'll get it over with and then all our
accounts balance."

She went back to the desk and opened a drawer. Then she returned with a pencil in
her hand. With one foot she rolled me over onto my front. Then she sat on me and
drew something with the pencil. It seemed to take ages, even though the area that
she worked on was a small one just over the small of my back. When she had finished
she went to go for some other piece of equipment. Once again she kneeled over me. I
heard a low hum like a dentist's drill before it contacts a tooth. Suddenly there
was a sharp burning pain in my back. The pain continued as she worked. It must have
taken twenty minutes but at last she was finished. Standing up again, I could see
her shoes and ankles as she stood and looked down at me.

"Every piece of baggage should have a property tag my dear. This one is yours. I am
sure that you will agree that since I own all your property as well as you, it would
be remiss of me not to mark you as mine." She chuckled as she spoke and then went
back to the desk to pack the tattoo needle away.

I felt so weary and sick that I just lay there, my mind a blank. Miss Clearmont
spent about ten minutes at the desk and then picked up the phone. She spoke for a
few moments about preparing a room and then came back to me. Once again she tipped
me over with her foot. I lay staring up at the ceiling.

"I am going to tell you what's going to happen to you now. In a week or so you will
come into your inheritance. I cannot work you over until then because I would hate
it if you were unable to sign a document or some such and I had disposed of you. So
for the next week you are going to be my guest. I am going to love giving you to
Greta and that bitch slave of hers. But before I do so I will keep you in the White
Room and then you will have to perform for the cameras." As a present on your
thirtieth birthday I'm going to give Greta a little present, you."

With that she went to the chest of drawers and withdrew a monster dildo. With a
smile she showed me an attachment that allowed it to be fixed firmly onto a woman's
crotch with a belt. "When I fuck you on your birthday I'm really going to open your
cunt up. If you show any sign of rebellion I guess you know which hole this will be
going into? Then I'll gift wrap you and send you to Greta." She replaced the
terrible thing back in the chest of drawers and returned with a grin on her face.
She let out some of the chain between my ankle cuffs. Then she went back to the
phone and ordered a slave up.

To the slave she said, "This cunt needs feeding and watering, see to it. I need her
in the photo studio in two hours ready to become a slave for the rest of her life."
With that she returned to the desk, replaced her coat and left the room in a swirl.
In her hand were the papers that would give her my fortune.

Four The White Room.

I

The slave carried me to the corridor where the White Room was but instead took me a
couple of doors further. On the way he did not say a word. We entered the room and
he put me on the floor. The tiles were cold and hard and the room was a gloomy one
with naked brick walls and a ceiling of rough concrete. The slave fastened me to a
ring on the floor and left me to my thoughts. Scarcely one passed through my head, I
just felt forlorn and lost. The gag held my mouth open and I dribbled from one
corner. My breasts were sore with the rings and I shifted a little to get them out
of contact with the rough floor. Other than that I waited. The slave returned with
two bowls that were of the type that dogs eat from. In one was a sort of paste; in
the other was a yellowish liquid. I looked at the bowls with distaste. I was almost
so hungry and thirsty that even this fare would make me eat. The slave looked
somewhat sympathetic.

"If I were you I would eat. The brown mush is simply the leftovers of the house
ground to a paste. You never know when the next meal will come along."

I looked at him; it was the first time that any one had been genuinely sympathetic
in the last few days. He was naked except for the tattoo of Mistress Greta. Even
here I could not escape them. I nodded acceptance of his advice. The problem was
that my mouth was held open by the gag and my hands were fettered. To add to the
agony my muscles were still affected by Miss Clearmont's injection. At last I
managed to drop my face into the bowl and suck the pap up with my aching tongue. I
licked and sucked. It tasted of nothing really. Lumps of sweet were mixed with
ground up savoury food, the effect being an unpleasant sort of thick gruel. Several
times I gagged on the stuff before licking the last few lumps from the bowl. I
struggled on my knees to the other bowl. It was not water but water mixed with
something salty and slightly bitter in taste. I drank a little but the taste of the
water put me off after only a few gulps.

"You had better drink it all because you will be punished if you don't." He said.

I lapped at it like a cat but it took too long so I finally got up my courage and
sucked the whole lot down. When I had finished he took the bowls away before
returning a few minutes later. I could feel my stomach rebel at the food but held it
down.

"Are you Denise?" he asked.

I nodded agreement and he looked thoughtful.

"Were you there when Mistress Kathy was meeting Miss Clearmont.

I nodded again at which a little smile showed and a look of comprehension crossed
his face. Once again he left the room, coming back this time with a bucket and a
cloth.

"I have to clean you up and get you ready for Miss Clearmont." He said.

He sponged me down in an impersonal way before asking me if I needed the toilet. I
shook my head. Even though I had been so degraded I was still too proud to shit in
front of him. He nodded again and undid the fetter that fixed me to the floor. He
picked me up and carried me out. I felt dizzy and nauseous and closed my eyes, so I
did not see where I was taken. In fact I nodded off to sleep for the first time in a
couple of days.

When I woke, shaken awake roughly, I found myself in a brightly-lit room lying on a
rough low table. My hand and ankle shackles and gag had been removed.

"Are you ready to become a sex slave?" Said Miss Clearmont.

"You have my money, my sex, my fear, why do you want to destroy me completely?" I
replied.

II

Miss Clearmont did not answer. She looked incredibly angry at my question and
stormed off. I managed to swing my legs off the table and stand by the time that she
came back. In her hand was her bag. She had a savagely angry look on her face and
dropped the bag by me so that I was able to look inside and see a profusion of
shackles; sex gear and medical items all tidied and racked in exact order. She
opened a small pocket and took out the open-mouthed gag. She fitted it in a matter
of moments before turning again to the bag and taking an electric razor. With rough
motions she slashed all the hair from my head. Then she pushed me with my back to
the table and removed my pubic hair. It hurt because the razor had a cutter to cut
longer hair and she pressed so hard that it bit me several times. When she had
finished she put the nipple lead on that I had had on when I first met Mistress
Greta. This time she tightened the screws with a savage twist that hurt even more
because the rings had left me sore. She wrapped the lead around her fist and pulled
me out of the set.

"You are for the White Room. You will never question me again Denise. In fact this
may be the last time that any one will call you Denise. From now on your name is
anything that anybody wants to call you. You will be taken from here on your
thirtieth birthday. I will then make love to you a last time before Miss Torment is
to get you as training material. She needs to learn that a slave has to be degraded
slowly to learn to adapt to each punishment one at a time. This way the slave does
not notice the gradual lowering of her guard until she is totally ready to serve and
be altered and remoulded."

We had reached the corridor. I saw the door to the White Room and pulled at the
leash. A fiery pain in my breasts nearly made me faint and then I was pulled into
the room. Miss Clearmont hung the leash handle from a hook and left me waiting for
her return. When she came back she had a man in to who was carrying a number of
pieces of wood under his arm. The slave was not the one with the tattoo of Mistress
Greta on his chest. While Miss Clearmont talked to me he put them together
silently.

"You are not going to be comfortable here. I have arranged for the doctor to come in
a few of days. The doctor will begin the planning for some alterations. Before then
I have decided that I will start the work on you myself. I have changed my mind
about you being filmed yet. You are still too wilful to meet the outsiders who make
the films professionally and anyway you are going to feature in a movie in which a
sadistic Mistress fucks her slaves with larger than normal objects. I will open you
up. I fancy that Mistress Torment will want you nice and slack anyway so a few days
will be all I need to work you over."

The slave had completed his work and was standing by a frame that he had put
together for a moment, then he left again and returned with a projector. He fitted a
battery of slides into it and plugged it into a concealed plug. A wire came out of
the projector and was plugged into a small socket that projected from the lighting.
I looked at the frame that he had set up. It was an "A" frame. It stood about as
high as my crotch and had a screw attachment at the top. Miss Clearmont explained it
with glee in her voice.

"Your legs will be shackled here." She pointed at the bottom of the frame. "The
widening dildo goes here where your cunt will go over it." She indicated the top
with a gesture. "Every day that goes by, I shall use a larger one. Then the real
pain begins because there are other uses for them. Look at these beauties."

She took six dildos from her bag. With great relish and care she placed them upright
on the floor. The first was about six inches long but very wide. Each was longer and
wider than the next. The last seemed about a foot long and as wide as a bottle. I
must have pulled a face because she laughed and said. "When we have finished with
your cunt I will start on your ass hole. You are going to be fit to fuck a house
when I've finished with you."

With that she dismissed the slave with a wave and moved the frame to the wall next
to me. Then she screwed the smallest under the top of the frame. When she was
satisfied she got me to stand over it. My feet were shackled tightly to the base of
the frame. By twisting a screw she inserted the object. I could feel it press
against the lips of my cunt. My weight forced it in. Slowly I felt it push it's way
into me. It took several moments before she stopped turning. With a sigh she stepped
back to admire my position. Then she fastened my ankle cuffs to the base of the
frame. I shifted but could not get comfortable. I felt stretched to the limit and
wondered how I could possibly take the next size up never mind the last one in the
row.

"God. But you turn me on. It's so horny seeing you on the frame and not being able
to escape your fate."

I struggled to talk but she had the mouth gag set so wide that all that came was a
gurgle. She reached down to feel how the rubber prick was entering me. She massaged
my over-stretched cunt lips with her fingertips and then moved forward to stroke my
clit. Her other hand stroked her breasts through her white coat and fondle the
rings. Then she opened her coat to reveal her belly and crotch. Her fingers slipped
into her cunt and started to flutter over her sex. I could see her fingers glisten
with the juices of her excitement. Her other hand massaged me more insistently. Then
she slipped the fingers from her sex into my mouth.

"That's better little slave, lick the flavour."

My tongue licked the musky fragrance from her fingers as she began to rub me towards
a climax. I started to feel an easing in my cunt as I trembled. Suddenly she slapped
my face and stopped the massage just before my climax. Then she ran a finger again
round my stretched inner lips. Her nail scratched me and I screamed.

Once again she started to masturbate herself. I saw her open her legs wider, pinch
her clit between forefinger and thumb, and roll it between them. Miss Clearmont
threw her head back and came.

"Oh God, that was good, I can't wait for the next visit. I am going to have you."

With that she turned and left me to stare at the row of objects that were going to
stretch me over the next few days. Suddenly the lights turned orange and the ordeal
had begun.

The lights changed colour and I shifted position to accommodate my cunt to the
object that was slowly stretching the muscles and widening me. It was so
uncomfortable that it seemed to be bumping the top of my hole. I could take the
weight off it for a few minutes but then my thighs gave out with a quiver of fatigue
and I slumped allowing it greater penetration. Every few minutes the lights changed
colour. I tried to resist the effect but I started to fantasise again. Then the room
started to cool down. The hum of a fan was just discernible. The temperature
dropped. I felt goose bumps on my flesh. The lights went blue. I stared to shiver
and could see my breath in the cold air. The muscles in my pussy tried to contract
but the dildo held them open. The air seemed icy and I moaned as I got cramp in my
leg. I slipped further down and the widening dildo forced it's way further in. The
colour stayed blue. I shook with cold, the pain in the muscles of my legs got worse.
I cried out but no one came. I seemed to be frozen to the core when the fan stopped
and the light turned brown. Suddenly the projector came to life. It shone a picture
of Miss Clearmont on the opposite wall. She was sitting in an armchair with her legs
apart revealing her pussy. She was beckoning with her hand whilst holding a short
crop in the other. A smile played on her lips that told me she was pleased at my
progress. All the time that the lights were brown the air temperature stayed warm.
Colours came and went but every time the colour turned blue the cell got cold and I
screamed with anticipation of the pain. Then a further refinement, while the pain
colours showed I saw Kathy. Every time that it shone brown, a picture of Miss
Clearmont was shown. I slumped with fatigue but the dildo pushed against me and I
had to straighten. The lights turned green and the projector showed a picture of
Mistress Greta. She stood by a bound slave who's crouched naked form by her feet
showed him to completely at her mercy. She was fully dressed but in a bizarre rubber
dress that let her massive breasts hang showing the rings and studs that pierced
them. While the slide picture hung there I could not but feel that she was stopping
the blue light and the cold that came with it and Kathy's picture. The purple light
showed Mistress Torment naked and with a whip in her hand. She had her pussy wide to
show the two rings that pierced it and a single thick chain which hung over her
breasts and draped to her crotch. I shivered with cold when the blue came on and
then was then rescued by one or other of the Mistress's before being treated to more
cold. Whenever a light changed to a colour other than blue I sighed with relief.

It seemed an age before Miss Clearmont came back. She stood before my bound form and
then fixed my hands to a hook in the wall above my head. Then she unscrewed the
dildo. I felt the relief of the emptiness of my vagina. She exchanged the dildo for
the next in the row. With horror I saw her add another to the row. The seventh was
bigger yet.

"I think that you can do this little thing for me if you try. You will love me later
for the work I am putting in for you now."

Then she turned the screw and the next was forced in.

"If you think that this is bad wait until I start work on your ass! You are going to
thank me for my attentions when Greta's bitch slave starts work on you.
Unfortunately I have some important things to arrange so I cannot stay to enjoy, but
next time I come I hope to have the time."

With that parting shot she left me. I could feel my bladder pushing against the
object that over filled me. I had no control and let go, feeling a warm stream run
down my leg to the floor.

The lights changed to yellow and a low sound started. It gradually increased in
volume to become a scream of noise. The blast of sound resonated around the room. It
must have lasted a few minutes but it left my head empty until the lights turned to
blue and the hum of the fan started. The object pushing into me was longer as well
as wider than the last. I felt as though I was being impaled. My legs trembled with
the effort of pushing up against the shackles. A reaction set in and I felt my pussy
grip and struggle against the intruder as it rendered the muscles slack. The cold
and the picture of Kathy took control. When the lights changed to brown and Miss
Clearmont's picture appeared I thanked her mentally for saving me. I was on the
slippery conditioning slope. In fact I was falling rapidly.

By the time that Miss Clearmont had inserted the sixth widener into my straining
pussy I was not fully conscious. She had to slap my face before I could recognise
her.

"You are nearly there now. Only one to go and then you will be ready up-front and
then we can begin with your ass."

The colours took on effects. Blue was cold, red was heat, and yellow brought the
sound. Brown brought Miss Clearmont, my saviour. Green brought Mistress Greta, my
goddess in rubber. Purple brought Miss Torment, my example of a perfect slave and
mistress. I feared each change as the lights flickered for a few moments before each
transformation adding apprehension and tension to the changes. Some colours brought
pain, temperature changes and sound that was unbearable. Others brought relief. My
mind started to associate the Slave Mistress's with relief and the other colours
with agony. It went on and on. I could not count the time and started to react with
hatred when I saw Kathy and relief when I saw the others. I knew that I was being
conditioned. I understood the principals behind it but my mind was overwhelmed with
the sensations of the colours, sounds and pictures. I felt my grip on reality slip
as I longed for relief from Kathy. I did not notice at first but the periods of pain
that came more often or else the good colours came for a shorter time. The dildos
hastened my decline into a fantasy. They filled me and held me rigid on the frame,
the ache from my drawn out muscles eased as each increased my capacity. I longed for
the slightest human contact and came to long for Miss Clearmont to come and talk to
me even if it meant that she fitted a larger object into my cunt. I cursed the time
that I had spent with Kathy and longed for the torment to end. In the end I could
not even feel how it might be when it ended. I had forgotten my money, the apartment
and all to do with my job and former life. I was being reprogrammed. I had been in
the White Room for at least several days when the seventh was screwed into place. I
was delirious, soiled, and defiled as I had long lost control of my bladder and
bowels. Miss Clearmont wanked every time that she inserted the next size dildo. I
vaguely had the impression that each time she came more energetically as she
asserted her power over my body. Some times she dribbled water into my mouth.
Occasionally it tasted salty or bitter; once or twice it was sweet. I had trouble
keeping it down, my throat was becoming sore from dryness and cold and I had trouble
swallowing. I could not sleep more than a few naps before the sound or the cold and
heat started. From lack of rest I was becoming an automaton. I do not even remember
the last few days in the room until the last was removed. I felt my muscles in my
cunt try to clench in reaction but they were stretched to slackness and would not
respond.

Miss Clearmont was standing talking to a man in normal clothes.

"She needs water and some food or else you will lose her." He was saying.

"Later she will be fed and watered, but we need to discuss her operations. I want
the slut to realise what is round the corner." She replied.

"OK then but she must be fit enough to recover fully or else she will make a poor
slave."

The doctor walked round me considering. "We should start on the breasts because it
is the most complex, how big should they be?"

"I figured about twice the size of mine." She said whilst watching the effect that
her words had on me. I failed to flinch which made her look annoyed. She came close
and slapped me. "When your breasts are the size of melons, with nipples full of
rings I shall send you to Greta who will come in her pants when she sees you." I
felt a single tear trickle down my cheek which Miss Clearmont wiped away, and said.
"You will love your new life as a slave I promise you, you will get to serve me and
make me come with your tongue every day while I will control your every breath with
my ass hole. I will keep you in a cage at the foot of my bed so that you will always
be at my beck and call. I will fondle your breasts if you are a good little girl and
thrash them if you are not."

"You are paying so that's your affair, but she will look enormous."

"That is the idea. I want her to look not enormous, but gigantic. You will give her
more than big tits, she will become my body slave for a while and then Greta can
have her. When can you start?" said Miss Clearmont.

"In a week I'll have her on the table and a few weeks later she will be healed." He
said unemotionally.

"Good, the other changes that we discussed can be done later, and that gives me time
to do a couple of other things that need to be done."

"Clean her, feed her and don't let her get too exhausted just before I do the work."

With that he made an inspection of me that left no part untouched. His hand even
slipped into my pussy. He frowned and moved his hand around with no difficulty.

"If you do not keep something there she will start to shrink again. I recommend that
you do another week and then the effort will not be wasted. The size will become
permanent." He withdrew his hand and wiped it on my breasts with a casual motion.

Miss Clearmont and the doctor left the cell still deep in discussion. I was fully
awake, but weak with lack of food and sleep. I looked at the mess on the floor by
the frame and shuddered. What would it be like to have my ass hole filled like my
pussy had been? It seemed difficult to believe that Miss Clearmont had been a nurse.
I shifted my weight and felt my fettered hands unhook from the hook on the wall.
Just then the slave with the tattoo of Greta came into the cell. In his hand were a
bucket and a sponge. He closed the door and placed the bucket by my feet. With a
twist he unbuckled my ankles. I could not stand and was lowered to the floor. He
sponged me down, as I perceived feeling and circulation return to my body.

"My name is Henry, I'm going to see if I can get you out of here."

I vaguely remembered Kathy saying that she had given Henry to Miss Clearmont. It
seemed from another world. Then it had been someone else and had been of no concern
to me, now I suppressed a shudder and thought of myself.

I nearly fainted. I could not walk, my hands were shackled, and I was naked. Here
was this man promising to get me out. I laughed weakly at the ridiculous thought of
me getting out. My first word was, "How?" it was all I could say round the gag.

"I'll carry you."

His strong arms lifted me and he took me out of the cell. Up the corridor he went
through a door that led to the normal part of the house. I saw that from this side
the door was disguised as a shelving unit full of books and ornaments. The light
from the windows blinded me and made my head swim. He carried me through the house.
I never wondered at the lack of people, but we met no one. He took me to a bedroom
where he gently put me on a bed. From under the bed he produced a pair of bolt
cutters.

"Put these here earlier." He muttered as he struggled to get the handcuffs off. It
was a labour to do so, as they were heavy-duty cuffs. At last he cut through them
and my hands were free. I began to hope that he could get me out. I tried to stand
and look out of the window. We were in a room that overlooked a narrow path that led
by the house to the street. My legs wobbled and I nearly fell to the floor. Henry
was looking through a wardrobe.

"If you are not dressed then you won't get far." He said.

I looked at the clothes that he had in his hands. A pair of high heels and a slip of
a dress, but they were better than nothing was. He even found a pair of pants, even
though they were tight rubber I put them on. Then I staggered to the sink in the
corner and drank long from the taps. It helped but then I realised that the internal
gag was still in. I had become so used to it that I had forgotten that it was there.
He peered into my mouth and then fetched a pair of tweezers from the dresser. Using
them as a lever on the catch I felt the gag release. The gag fell out on to the
floor. My jaw suddenly ached and I realised that it was not only my cunt that had
been stretched. I rubbed my face and tried to smile but I think that I produced more
of a leer.

He helped me get the dress and shoes on. The dress was knee length and of stretchy
form fitting material. The shoes had heels that were high but normal. I managed to
stand and took a few steps.

"There is no time now, come." With this he opened the window and helped me over the
sill. There I stood in the alley not believing that I had escaped. Henry gave me a
wink and shut the window. I had thought of an important question for Henry and
looked to see that he had already shut the window. What day was it?

Five The Runaway Birthday Girl

I

The alley ended at the rear of the houses with a fence that in my state I could not
hope to climb. So I headed for the road. It was a suburban street like any other.
Trees lined the wide road and big houses surrounded by gardens stretched in both
directions. I decided not to pass the front of Miss Clearmont's house so there was
only one direction to go. Walking slowly I headed away from my prison. The air had a
slight chill on it and I could see that evening would soon be coming. The feeling of
simply being free revived me more than any drug could have. I felt energy and
determination return. I could not believe that I had spent a week at Miss
Clearmont's house so I still could stop her having my inheritance. Now that my legal
career was almost certainly over I decided to make one more appearance in court.
Kathy and Miss Clearmont would be charged with kidnap and my revenge would be to see
them go to jail. I came to a road that crossed Miss Clearmont's and turned the
corner. It had taken me at least twenty minutes to get just a few hundred yards but
my step was quicker and my legs were getting stronger. I ran my hands over the dress
too smooth it and found a fifty-dollar note folded small in the only shallow pocket.
Being suburbia there were a lot of people around but I found that I had no desire
to speak to anyone. About fifty yards ahead of me a woman was climbing out of a cab.
I shouted and tried to run, but the best that I could manage was to quicken my step.
The driver waited for me and I climbed in. He pulled off as soon as I had closed the
door and asked me where I was going. I replied with my apartment address. I felt
safe for the first time since I had been at Kathy's house before Miss Clearmont had
raped and photographed me.

"What is the date?" I asked the cab driver.

I saw him look at me in the mirror. I must have looked a little strange with my very
short hair just starting to grow and the signs of weariness on my face.

"The twentieth." He replied.

I nearly collapsed in the back seat. I had been in the White Room two weeks. My
birthday was long gone. A week had passed since Miss Clearmont had emptied my
accounts. God, two weeks. I sat silent in the cab all the way across town. The cab
driver charged me thirty dollars and I got out. It was starting to get dark; the
lights were on in my apartment. The front door was open and I headed up. I felt
drained and longed to sleep. The door to the apartment was unlocked and I entered to
find Kathy sitting on the only item of furniture in the living room. The whole flat
was in the middle of a redecoration and all my furniture and possessions were no
where to be seen.

"Nice to see you. Predictable as always my little Denise." said Kathy in a low voice.

"My apartment..." was all I could say. "What have you done?"

"Wrong, my apartment. I bought the block a week ago for the outrageous price that
the owner wanted for a quick sale." She replied. "You are now mine."

I started to head for the door but Kathy was quicker. She stood with her back to the
door and showed me the key in her hand.

"Don't you even want to hear what's happened in the last weeks while you have been
enjoying the attentions of Miss Clearmont?"

I had until now never seen Kathy really sexually excited. True she had shown a small
reaction when she showed me Gerald many years ago, but now I could see that she was
really turned on. Her breathing was in short gasps and her nipples stood through the
thin material of the dress she had on.

I nodded and Kathy went on as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. "I
suppose I'd better start at the beginning." She indicated that I should sit down in
the only chair. As she talked she walked round me.

"Two months ago I found out that you had fucked Gerald at Harvard. What's more, you
and he fucked for several months. I knew that at that time he would be unable to
come without your feet so I was interested to see that you stuck it out so long. I
thought that you might make an interesting conquest for me, my first woman. So I
decided to rope you in."

Kathy lit a cigarette before continuing. One hand held the cigarette daintily while
the other slid to her pussy. I could see a damp patch form under her fingers as the
dress pressed into her crotch. She took another draw at the cigarette and
continued.

"It was easy to find you and pull you in. You already had had a taste of domination
and could not let go when given another chance. I showed you Pete who I specially
started to train to ensnare you. By the time that you had visited twice you were
hooked. Miss Clearmont then fucked you in my house. I enjoyed watching that tape so
many times. When she rewarded you by making you orgasm I knew that you would make a
better bed bitch than a Mistress of slaves. Then she took you. I had not realised
that you had so much money, but she got there first. I originally intended that you
would fuck Pete but you and she tricked me and I got so mad that I wiped you out."

She held up a hand to stop me saying anything.

"It's not like me to get mad but I did. I told Miss Clearmont that you would come
back to me and we had a little bet. We each bet that if you were released you would
come back to us. To prepare for the bet I have erased you from every record.
Official and unofficial that I could find. You have no bank accounts, no credit
cards, no qualifications, no job, no friends, no home, no insurance and no social
security number. Basically you do not exist except as the little cunt slave." As she
said this she counted off her fingers. "The rules of our bet are that you be let go
now and then we search for you. The first to get you wins.

I swallowed, dazed by events. "What is the stake?"

"Well, not so much really, the winner gets to keep you and the loser has to pay the
other to keep you."

I sensed a sinister undertone to the bet. "You mean pay to have me altered to the
winners taste in the bizarre." I could not believe that we were having this
conversation. We spoke, our voices sounded normal but we were discussing my going
under a surgeon's knife in order to please the sexually depraved taste of two women
one of whom I had considered a friend. "What would you do?"

"I need a whore to help me in my little hobby. You would be ideal." Kathy reached
out and fingered a nipple ring through the thin fabric of the dress. She tweaked it
between finger and thumb before continuing. "I need a whore slave to whom sex is a
duty not a pleasure. I would take the pleasure and you would perform the duty. I
think that a small painless operation would satisfy my needs and you would never
have to worry about climaxing again. In fact you would never be able to."

Her hand worked at her pussy through the dress and a small shudder shook her from
heavy breasts to her thighs. With that she went to the door. "The rules of our bet
are that you get an hours start." Kathy opened the door. You have an hour, and then
we start to try to find our little run away slut. You can always save yourself the
trouble and tell me where you'll be in an hour!"

Without a word I walked out of the apartment and headed for the street.

II

I left the block by the front entrance and headed... well at first I had no idea
where to go. I had twenty dollars, no proper clothes and if Kathy had done what she
said that she had I had nowhere to go. I stopped in a small park behind the blocks
and stopped to think. My first problem was to eat and find money. The main problem
was to find some way to find an area of my life that Kathy had failed to touch. That
meant I had to find someone who Kathy had no idea about. It was starting to get
dark. I had to find shelter for the night. Every time that I thought about Kathy I
felt a chill. The conditioning had affected my judgement. I thought about Miss
Clearmont. I wondered if the game was important enough for either of them that if I
surrendered to one or the other they might have some mercy. I decided that if I had
to surrender it would be to Miss Clearmont. Yes. She was probably the best bet.
Across from the small park I saw a delicatessen. I went in and bought a couple of
bagels and some meat. As I walked away I munched on the bagels. I saw a telephone.
With a quarter from the change I rang my office.

"Can I speak to Jake Darrell please." I asked the receptionist.

"Is that Denise Lamont?" She asked.

"Yes. Its very urgent."

"One moment please."

All the background noise of the office stopped as the receptionist put her hand over
the receiver. I started to worry that the quarter might not last. Then the
receptionist came back to me.

"I have been asked to say that you should not consider contacting the firm or any of
the people who work for it. You may not enter the building or it's grounds at any
time."

With that the phone was put down and I was left standing in the chill evening air
with the receiver still held to my ear. So Kathy or Miss Clearmont had sent the
pictures and the letter to my firm. I stood irresolute for a moment. The phone still
had fifteen cents worth of call registered. I pulled out another quarter and on
impulse rang my apartment number. After a few rings Kathy picked up the phone.

"Yes?" she said.

I did not dare answer but could not bring myself to put the phone down.

"Is that Denise?" she asked.

After a moment's hesitation I said, "Yes."

"Good. Then listen up. You will be in the apartment car underground in ten minutes.
If you do not come then I shall fuck you. I understand that you are calling from the
public phone by 'Goldstien's Deli'. Better to be my servant than the slave of Miss
Torment."

With that Kathy cut the call. I wondered for a moment how she knew where I was. Did
she know the area so well? Then I saw a woman with a mobile phone about fifty yards
away who kept glancing in my direction. I walked away, looking occasionally behind.
Yes, she was following me. My stomach had butterflies with the fear. I had just
changed my list of priorities. First I had to get away from the tail. I had watched
a thousand movies where a hunted or watched person tries to get rid of their tail. I
thought of subway stations, shops and crowded places. Suddenly I realised that I did
not know the area well enough even though I had lived there for three years. I
turned a corner and on impulse stepped into shadowed doorway. I held my breath, a
few moments later the woman walked past and headed up the street. I stepped out
again and back round the corner. I could feel my heart beat with the tension.
Quickly I walked away. I felt a surge of triumph; I had won the first little battle
with Kathy, now I had to get money or a place for the night. Suddenly I had an idea.
My car! I never parked it in the normal lot. I had a private lot in the next block
where a security firm watched the cars. In the car were two hundred-dollar bills
that I always kept hidden for emergencies and breakdowns. I headed for the lot. When
I got there I simply greeted the security guy as normal and headed down to my place.
There was the car standing in its usual place. The keys, I had no keys. My Mercedes
stood there and I had no keys. I pushed my face to the driver's widow and looked in.
It was my car, the mess of street maps and papers lay on the passenger seat. I
looked again and could not believe my eyes. It was unlocked! I sighed with relief
and opened the door. Suddenly the car alarm sounded. I froze with shock for a moment
and reached under the driver's seat. The old purse with the money in it lay under
the seat. I grabbed it, stuffed it into my cleavage and turned to run away. A
security guard stood about five yards away. His hand was on his pistol and he had a
grim look on his face.

"I forgot my keys." I said.

"Stay right there where I can see your hands." he replied as he unholstered his
pistol.

"It's my car and I forgot the keys" I repeated. He asked me my name and I gave it,
he nodded for a moment and pressed a button on his radio.

A radio at his belt squawked. He reached for it without taking his eyes from me.

"Lot two, one five." He said. "Grey Mercedes 190, who is the registered owner."

There was a brief pause. Then the radio spoke, "A Kathy De Burg is the owner."

My heart sank. Notify the owner of the attempted break in and call the cops." Said
the security guard. "I have the thief covered."

We stood like that for about five minutes. I could not prove whose the car was, and
the guard simply stood and told me to keep quiet and await the police. I tried to
talk but the guard would not listen. After five minutes a beat policeman arrived. He
spoke briefly with the guard, searched me for weapons read me my rights and then
took me to the station.

The charge was breaking into a vehicle without consent. In my days as a lawyer I had
dealt with these charges many times, naturally I declined council. At the desk I was
fingerprinted and had to give up the purse. The duty sergeant tipped out the
contents. Inside were ten dollars, two condoms and a small envelope. I watched him
open the envelope and tip three photos on to the desk. Each was a picture of me
licking a cock with come on my face. He smiled and showed the other policemen there.
Kathy had utterly anticipated me.

I was thrown into a cell with two other women. Both were hookers who had been picked
up earlier. They asked me questions but I could not bear to answer. The cell smelt
of stale piss and they were lying on the only two benches. I stood holding the bars
with a sense of despair. I had been running from Kathy and Miss Clearmont for a
couple of hours and already I was in serious trouble. If I had slept in Central Park
I would not have been worse off. A black guy with a colourful sense of dress bailed
one of the hookers and I was left with the other. It allowed me to get the first
real sleep for ages. I awoke a couple of hours later to find that the other girl was
still the only other occupant of the cell.

"This can't be your first time, darling." She said. "You look too old."

She was a white girl dressed in satin pants and a short T-shirt covering a slight
figure. Long blonde hair hung past her shoulders contrasted with the make-up that
gave her face the look of an older woman. I guessed her age at twenty-one or two.
She seemed sympathetic and eager to talk. I told her my name and asked when we would
be released.

"You're a bit fucking naive aren't you? My man should come in the next hour to bail
me, how about yours?" she laughed.

"I have no one." I answered.

"Your" working on your own?" she asked.

Dully I nodded.

My name is Suzann. Listen, when my man comes I'll see if I can get him to bail you.
He's OK really and he only takes fifty percent."

Suzann was trying to be helpful, I could see that she felt sorry for me.

"Please, would you?" I replied.

I had to get out before Kathy was notified and she came to bail me. I decided to try
but my imagination failed me. I had no ID; in fact I had no identity never mind the
driver's license. I found that Suzann was working as a call girl with a couple of
others. They visited hotels and apartments all over New York. Suzann seemed
genuinely to enjoy the work. She had plenty of money, her pimp was OK, he never beat
up on her, anyway she told me that he spent so long stoned that his three girls had
no problem tricking him. They had put up the prices months ago without telling him.
We chatted for about twenty minutes before a well-dressed man of about thirty
arrived. The cell was opened and the prostitute left me alone in the cell. A few
moments later I heard an argument outside the cell. Suzann's pimp was arguing with
the duty sergeant. Moments later I was in front of the desk recovering my purse and
signing out. I hurried us out of the building. As we left I saw a large blue
Oldsmobile pull up.

III

We went down town. The pimp introduced himself as Greg. Greg drove his Lincoln at a
slow patient pace. Probably years of selecting tricks from the sidewalk slowed one's
driving down, I thought to myself. He was a straightforward guy and told me that he
would act as my pimp for fifty percent. At last we were there.

When we got to the apartment I was led up a rather grimy staircase to a dingy room
where an older woman sat with a mobile phone and a normal line. It was explained to
me that this was where the girls were controlled. I was given a pager and told to
wait for the first call.

Just then the phone rang. It was to be my first job. Suzann winked at me when we
were told to go to the Windmill Hotel, room twenty-four where a man was waiting. The
older woman said, "Let's do a double on him."

Suzann explained that often two went and the punter was too interested to refuse and
ended paying for both. This was normally done on a night with too little work.

"So many men dream of three in a bed that when both turn up, their hard on usually
wins over their money clip." She laughed.

Greg said that he would run us round there and off we were again. The Windmill Hotel
was a typical businessman's hotel. Suzann told me that they got a lot of jobs from
the reception there. I followed her up the stairs and we knocked on the door. Suzann
and I entered to find that it was a suite with a huge double bed.

The man waiting for us seemed surprised, but as Suzann had said, he stopped me
leaving and offered to pay both of us. Suzann smirked and started to undress with a
slow provocative swing of the hips. I hesitated for a moment before sliding my dress
to my feet. He stared at me, I had forgotten that Miss Clearmont's rubber pants were
still on me. Then he grinned when I rolled them down to reveal an almost hairless
cunt underneath.

Suzann was an expert and slid onto the bed like a film starlet. Her slight figure
made her look almost girlish; small breasts and narrow hips covered with the
flimsiest of underwear. My slightly fuller figure and long legs contrasted well with
her. I knelt on the floor in front of him and started to undress him from waist down
whilst Suzann stood on the bed and ran her hands all over her body. The man's pants
bulged and then slipped to the floor as I released his cock. Placing my hand on him
made him throb with excitement.

I started to get carried away. Normal sex had seemed so far away that the sight of a
cock throbbing and jerking with desire heated my thighs and pussy to fever pitch. He
could not take his eyes off the rings in my nipples. His hands fingered them
stimulating me to fondle his prick with both hands. It was moments later that we had
him on the bed fully stretched and we were ready for real action. Whilst Suzann sat
on his cock and helped it into her hole I shuffled to his head and offered him my
nipples. His tongue fondled them softly arousing them and making the heavy rings
stimulate me. Then I slipped a hand to my pussy. I fingered my soaking lips and
opened them wide for him to see whilst fluttering my fingers over my clit. Suzann
had him well in control keeping him aroused without squeezing his juices. I was
getting more and more aroused. He was licking his lips and thrusting into Suzann.
What could be more natural than that I shifted and sat over his face? I was about to
lower myself on to his mouth when Suzann started to signal me not to. I stayed
poised, dripping over him whilst she pointed at me and then fingered her clit. I
suddenly realised that he was a punter and should get nothing for free. But I could
not resist and fingered my cunt, giving him a view of my thumb and fingers slipping
in and out of my hole and playing with my clit. Suddenly he lurched and came into
Suzann. For a moment he had his lips on my pussy lips, I came with a tremble and sat
back to my heels with my pussy away from his head.

"You two are fucking great." He said. "How about another turn."

"Twice is pay twice!" said Suzann as she lifted her slender hips from his dripping
prick."

"OK then, let's do it." He replied.

The second fuck was my turn. Suddenly I realised that my vagina would be too big for
him even though he had a good-sized prick. So I let him ass fuck me and Suzann let
him fondle and kiss her tits. When we had finished for the second time he was
exhausted. It took him five minutes to get out of the bed and pay up. Two
hundred-dollars, but he pushed another fifty into my rubber pants as a tip for the
ass fuck.

When we got out into the night and the fresh crisp air blew the cobwebs from my mind
I realised what I had done. But my depression lifted when Suzann started to praise
me. Then she told me that an ass fuck was normally an extra hundred, and sitting on
his face was an extra fifty. These have to be arranged beforehand, she told me. The
she hugged me and we strolled up the street to find a taxi.

"You are a strange one." She said. "A pair of rubber knickers, a cunt that even I
could see is big enough to park in, and the rings in your nipples with 'slave" on
them."

I tried to laugh it off but inside I wept that I was no longer the Denise that I had
been two months ago. We got three calls that night, all for pairs. It seemed as
though Greg was teaming us up so that he could let Suzann assess me. We made a good
team though, and made nine hundred bucks. Of that only three-fifty went to Greg
because what Greg did not know about would not hurt him, Suzann figured.

Dawn saw us at Suzann's apartment. It was small and a little drab, but there I got
the first unbroken sleep for weeks. In my mind and dreams Miss Clearmont was sitting
on my face and I was tickling her familiar ass with my tongue. Then the dream turned
blue and Kathy was personally operating on my cunt to remove my clit. I awoke with a
scream to find Suzann next to me in bed, her hair disarranged and a shocked
expression on her face.

"God, you gave me a fright Denise."

"I can't help dreaming of the last two months." I replied and the turned over and
went back to sleep.

Suzann awaked me. Greg was in the apartment with us. He sat on the end of the bed
facing me with a serious look on his face. I looked at him and wondered how he had
made it as a pimp. He was tall, blonde and looked like a kid. His muscular frame
bulged from under his T-shirt and a tattoo of a snake curling round a naked nymph
twisted on his right arm.

"You owe me, I figure." He said. I waited for him to continue. "I bailed you for a
grand. You will pay me back a hundred a day and then work for me."

"Fair enough." I replied. I pushed my hand into my pants and brought a couple of
hundred out and gave him one.

"If you need any shit then just ask. Don't buy from anyone else. I supply the best
coke this side of Harlem if you need it." He offered.

I declined with a shake of the head.

"OK I won't ask you where you're from and what you did. But I need to know what
you're into for the business."

I must have looked puzzled so he enlarged. "Bondage, domination, cunt, ass, fuck and
suck. You know the stuff." He said.

"Just the straight stuff." I replied.

"That's not what I heard from Suzann." He replied. "I heard you take it up the ass."

"To me that's straight..."

"I'm going to pair you with Suzann. She's got a good head for a trick."

Suzann showed a slight smile. Then she tossed me my dress. He scarcely gave me a
glance and stood.

"Listen up girls, tonight we have an all nighter. Some bitch in Staten wants a
couple of girls for a fuck fest with her." He said. "The price is fixed at two
grand. For that you do what the lady says. Don't fuck this up because she's one of
my best coke customers." Then he looked at me and tossed me the hundred back. "Owe
me tomorrow and get yourself some fucking shit hot clothes."

I took the note back and Greg left. Suzann slid me a small glance and said, "He sure
likes you, but don't expect him to want to fuck you, he's into coke... and men."

With that she left me alone and headed into the kitchen. I headed for the shower and
made my plans. I had to get out of New York. To do that I needed money. To get that
I would just have to fuck for a few weeks and save every cent. I reckoned that I
needed a couple of grand to get out. I had not decided where to go yet but a
thousand miles seemed like a good start. I still had to create a new Denise, rid
myself of the rings in my nipples, and find a job. But I still had my legal
knowledge. I could easily clerk and pass the exams again. Once I was established I
would come back for Kathy. How, I wasn't yet sure but I was determined to find a
way. I felt better for making up my mind and dressed, went to the kitchen for a
strong coffee.

Suzann and I went to a couple of shops and bought some sexy suspenders and
stockings. A dress, black and demure, but sexy. Last of all I bought a wig. It was
obviously a wig but the red hair had the effect of completely changing my look. By
the time we were back I knew her better and she knew me not at all. She enjoyed the
money that she got from fucking but had a dream of escaping after making a big
score. She was pleasant enough but somehow I didn't trust her, she had been on the
streets too long.

We got a taxi to the promised job. When we got there it was a large house with tree
filled grounds. There seemed to be a party in the offing. Already a number of
expensive cars were parked in the long drive. Candles lighted the pool and frantic
catering and other service people ran round organising the food and the other
entertainment. We soon found the woman who had booked us and she went with us
through the arrangements. Each bedroom was to have one or two girls or boys in it
for the guests. We were to go to our room and await the first arrivals. Anyone could
come in and use us and we were to satisfy their every whim.

"I hope that there are no perverts coming." Said Suzann.

I thought to myself that Suzann did not really know what a pervert was. A man came
into the room with a tray. On it was a black plate with lines of coke already
arranged neatly ready to be scored. He gave us a contemptuous glance and set the
plate on the table by the bed. It looked as though the party was going to be a wild
one. There must have been five thousand dollars of coke on the one plate. Suzann and
I tidied ourselves up, all the while Suzann looked with longing at the black plate.
After a while we sat on the edge of the bed.

Our first customer was a young man of about eighteen who wanted a blowjob. We were
half there when he took a snort of coke, I really think it was the coke not the sex
that made him come. It was about half an hour before the next one came in. She was a
girl of about eighteen. I suddenly felt unsure, what did she want? Suzann and I
stood and walked to her. She stood in her girl like party dress and looked at us
with disdain.

"Are you two tarts ready for a bit of action." She said with a sneer.

"What ever you want." Replied Suzann.

"Good, because I will need you for a while." As she spoke she turned to the door and
closed it. With a positive movement she turned the key. Then she turned and started
to take off her dress. It was the sort of off the shoulder dress that did not seem
to hide anything. Wrong, underneath she was wearing a strapless basque that held up
her stockings with eight or nine straps. She wore no pants and was shaved, which
allowed us to see that she had a tattoo on her sex that showed a snake's head
peering from between her lips. I must admit that her full figure, long dark hair and
the sight of her sex turned me on. I was sure that she wanted a session of ordering
us to satisfy her but she fell to her knees.

"Teach me to make you come!" she whispered. I saw Suzann breathe a private sigh of
relief, she did not like the dominance scene, but being the Mistress was something
that she could live with. Me, I felt a lurch of excitement at the thought of giving
this girl a chance to serve me. This was going to be fun. I strutted to her and
gripped her throat with one hand. Then reaching down I plucked the key from her
hand. I forced her head up to see into her eyes. I stared at her for a moment and
then slipped my finger up her throat to her lips before pushing it in. I could feel
her tremble with excitement. Her breathing was erratic as her hands fell to her
sides. Suzann stood to one side doing nothing. It seemed the natural thing to do was
to take control and enjoy .I took command with a feeling that I was going to enjoy
the turn about and have a sex slave of my own. I ordered Suzann to kneel behind the
young girl and hold her hands. The position was symbolic. I searched for something
to tie her up with. Then I realised that my red lacy stockings would make an
excellent set of ropes. I undid my suspenders and with a slow motion took off my
pumps. Then I offered my foot to her mouth. I ordered her to pull off my stockings
with her teeth. Being silk they slid off with a rustle. I took them and tightly
bound her wrists with palms together then I used the other to pull her elbows toward
each other and bound them as well. When I had finished I ordered her to stand. With
Suzann's help she staggered to her feet." One little word from you and I will gag
you as well. You will only answer my questions and ask none. You are now my
plaything and will answer all questions with a "Yes."." I whispered in her ear. I
slid off my pants but left the basque on. My rings caught the girls wandering eye
and she studied them with a look of extreme interest. I knew that Suzann was not so
much into this type of scene so I ordered her to sit and watch." I do not wish to
know your name." I said, "So from now on you will answer to "Slut" and will call me
"Mistress"." I tried to speak with the same authority as Miss Clearmont but to me I
did not sound firm enough. "On the bed Slut." I ordered. Slut climbed onto the bed
and kneeled, awaiting further orders. It was plain that she was in a state of
excitement, her little pussy had parted lips and I could see the pink of her inner
lips becoming slippery with excitement. I picked up a straw from the table and the
plate of coke. Slut nodded and I helped her score a line. Suzann also took a snort
with great relish and then sat down again. Her hand had wandered to her pussy and
she idly fingered it awaiting my next move .I climbed on to the bed and kneeled in
front of the bound and helpless slave. Slowly I reached out and slipped a finger
into her pussy. Slippery with her arousal, I slipped my finger around her cunt,
touching momentarily on her clit and then into the hole. Slut opened her legs a
little and my finger slid out. Then I lifted my hand and pushed the moist finger
into her mouth. Slut licked it with relish. I found it difficult to remember that I
was being paid to do this as the power of my control overcame me. With one rough
hand I pushed her backward until she fell with her thighs open and her back to the
bed. "You are going to make me come." I said with relish. "If you have been a good
little Slut, licking my pussy, I may let you come too. If you are not good enough
little slave then I shall fuck you with the spikes of my shoes. If you are a naughty
girl your ass hole won't forget me." With that I sat over her face and fingered my
pussy. I was almost ready to come any way so I ordered her to go slow and just
tickle me with her tongue. I lowered my pussy over her mouth to feel the touch of
her on my clit and inner pussy lips. The feeling of sex and power made me come but
I lowered myself a little to feel her face enter the crack of my ass.

"Lick Slut and lick me good." I said, and began to slide forwards and backwards in
time to her lips on my clit. I ground her face with my pussy for a few minutes
enjoying the feeling before I leaned forward. This put my ass hole over her mouth
and let me touch her naked and accessible cunt with my own hands. I tickled her a
little with my hand and that caused Slut to lick me so well that I started to come
again. To slow it down I slapped her mound sharply. She started and twitched as I
felt waves of pleasure rise from my thighs to my groin. It was wonderful to have
such a compliant little sex slave. I teased and slapped her for a long time,
occasionally letting her tease my cunt and then my ass hole. I could feel from the
tension that she was coming soon so I slapped her thighs and with a final last push
of my pussy I got off. Then I started on her breasts.

"Would you like to be ringed." I teased.

"Yes Mistress. Please make me come." She answered as I pulled her nipples using
nails and fingertips.

"If slave Slut comes then she will pay for the pleasure." I replied.

Then whilst teasing her breasts I pushed my hand slowly into her cunt. Her hole was
not tight and I forced my slim hand into it slowly whilst ordering her to lie still
or else I would thrash her. Slut complied and came when I finally got my fingers in
leaving my thumb to rub her clit vigorously.

I glanced at Suzann. She was in full view of Slut and pushing her hand in and out of
her pussy with excitement. Slut lay on the bed quietly waiting for the next round.

Taking my lacy pants I screwed them into a ball. In full sight of my prisoner I
rubbed them over my pussy until they were soaking from my juices. Then I stuffed
them into my little slave's mouth. She gulped and struggled to get her mouth open
wide enough, but then I stripped one of her stockings off and fixed the gag in
place. Reaching to her ankles I straightened her up so that her legs were wide open
and her cunt showed glistening in the light. Then I went to the head of the bed and
got two pillows, which I placed under the small of her back so that her hips were
up.

"If you so much as move or make a sound I shall give your tits such a slapping." I
said. With that I began to explore. Into her juicy little slit went one hand while
the other fingered her ass hole. Over her tits tweaking the nipples and touching her
face with my moist hands. I explored her with ruthless attention penetrating her
with both hands and tongue. She struggled not to move and trembled with her orgasms.
Finally I thrust one hand deep into her and slowly balled my fist. I could see the
excitement mingle with real discomfort and enjoyed the struggle that she had, not to
move. When I had a full fist I roughly stroked her clit with my other hand. She
wriggled a little.

"You little bitch." I said. "Now I'm going to fuck you." My balled hand began to
twist and the other hand pushed towards her ass hole. She stiffened slightly at the
first touch so I warned her. "If you move you will regret it." I pushed a finger
into her ass hole and began to fuck her slowly with my finger up her ass. Even
though I was not touching myself I came while she lay rigid and fearful. My fingers
and fist reamed both holes until at last she came with a slight shudder.

Suzann was sitting watching with a scared look on her face but I ignored it and
untied my little slave. She kissed me on the lips, a chaste kiss, and ran from the
room.

"Do you know who that was?" said Suzann. "She is the daughter of the woman whose
house this is."

I shrugged my shoulders but secretly I worried if I had gone a little far. It's just
that a taste of sexual domination seems with me to lead to a bite.

IV

We had a regular stream of guests as the party really started to swing. Most were
single men high on coke and alcohol that simply needed a quick fuck or blowjob and
then were out again. I had time though for two showers and though I found the job
exhausting it was stimulating as well. I must have sucked a dozen cocks and had a
few slick pussies to lick as well. Suzann just fucked them all and though she
occasionally orgasmed I never saw a reaction like when Slut had been with us when
she was genuinely enjoying herself. We had a patch between three in the morning and
four when there were no punters and we rested. Suzan looked at her watch and said,
"Just two hours to go."

The door was then opened by a girl of about twenty with an older man in tow. She had
an incredible figure. Large breasts and long legs, long black hair braided into a
plait and was wearing a long dress that showed her cleavage to real advantage. The
man was probably about forty and well muscled. Suzann and I stood by the bed and
waited for some signal.

"Look what we have here, two bitches and all alone." She said. The man just nodded
and turned to lock the door. "I am Jenny." She said and started to unzip her dress.
The man just stood with his arms crossed in front of the door. Jenny slowly drew the
dress down to reveal that it hid a red leather basque that covered her from crotch
to nipple. Sheer stockings covered her legs from thighs to the red stilettos on her
feet. I felt a crawling sensation down my spine as I realised that the young girl
was expecting something special. She clicked her fingers and the man got two pairs
of handcuffs out of his jacket pocket and tossed them over to her. She caught them
with a flourish and held them out for Suzann and me. Suzann was looking very nervous
but still took a pair.

"Put them on." Said Jenny. "Now."

We both stood there with the handcuffs on and waited. Jenny then sauntered over to
the plate of coke and inspected it. Then she pulled two one hundred-dollar bills out
and rolled them up. I had never taken coke before and must have hesitated when she
offered me the rolled up note.

"Take it or I shall make you eat it." She said. It might have been comical if she
had not had the man standing by the door. I did not hesitate. Jenny had the air of a
Kathy or perhaps rather a Miss Clearmont. I snorted the white powder and nearly
choked when it hit the back of my nose. There was a sharp tang like lemon in my
sinus.

"Now strip, you pair of whores, and fast." She ordered.

Suzann had trouble getting her bra off because of the handcuffs, Jenny simply
indicated to the man by the door and he ripped it off with a jerk. My bra was front
opening and I got it off OK. The basque was a different matter as it hooked at the
back so I offered my back to Suzann who fumbled the catches open. I had no stockings
on so all I had to do was slip off my pants and kick off my shoes. Suzann was
trembling with fright by the time that she was stripped.

"Now then I only want one of you, which is it to be?" Jenny walked round us both as
though we were lots at an auction. She did not touch but I felt a premonition of
danger run up my spine. After a few moments Jenny touched the small of my back and
said, "This one would make a better slave."

A sigh of relief came from Suzann as Jenny opened the door into the bathroom and
locked Suzann in.

"What do we have here then." Jenny looked at the rings in my nipples and then
inspected my back again. "I do believe that I've found Miss Clearmont's famous
runaway."

I nearly fainted with shock. How had she known? It soon became clear. "You have not
read your back recently have you? Well I'll read it for you. Tattooed in red letters
it says 'Property Of Miss Clearmont' and there underneath is her telephone number.
Under that is the word "Reward"."

Jenny walked round to the front and slipped a finger through one of my slave rings
and gave a little tug. Then with the other hand she stroked me from belly to crotch.
Her hand slipped into my moist cunt. It did not stop but continued all the way in.
The coke heightened my senses. I felt as though every part of her hand could be felt
in detail. My nipples stood up and I felt as though I was drifting in a sea of
sensation. My clitoris ached to be touched and my cunt strained to massage her long
fingers.

"Yes. Miss Clearmont has been at your little pussy hasn't she? Oh dear, a whore with
a cunt this size is bound to be a failure so I'd better take you in hand." Suddenly
I remembered Mistress Greta and Mistress Torment discussing a Jenny but I could not
remember what they had told me. I came out into a sweat of fear as she slowly
twisted her hand about inside me and then pulled on the ring at my nipple.

"Please don't give me back to Miss Clearmont." I said.

"Why not my little slave, why not?"

"Because she will never let me go and plans to give me to Mistress Greta." I pleaded.

"Would you rather come with me then? I have a lovely isolated country house where
you can hide if you want. Of course I cannot show you special favour, but I'm sure
that we can get along fine if you do what is required of you." She said in a quiet
voice.

I nodded and said "Anything but please not back to her." The coke was making me
dizzy and made me enjoy my own fear as though I was standing in her place and
threatening myself. I swayed a little and she supported me. It all seemed very
friendly but I knew that it was probably just a sham. However, with the drug and my
fear of being handed back to Miss Clearmont for a reward I could only comply.

"OK then let's get you out of here. But if I am doing you a favour then you had
better be a good little girl and show me that you can obey even the most difficult
commands." She replied.

The man un-cuffed me and I got dressed. We left the room together as I planned how I
could make a run to escape. Then I felt a strong grip on my arm and realised that I
was running nowhere. We passed a number of drunk and merry party makers on the way
out, but none of them took any notice of the three of us even though Jenny had not
put her dress on again. In the drive were parked a dozen or more Porsches and other
luxury cars. I was led to a large Jeep and put on the back seat. Jenny handcuffed me
to the seatbelt stanchion and off we went.


Six The Country House

I

Jenny sat in the rear next to me for the whole trip. It took about three hours to
get to her country house. A drive of several miles took us through open fields to a
large house and out buildings in the midst of trees and lawns. There was no sign of
anything extraordinary in the house or grounds that would suggest that Jenny was
anything other than a very rich young girl living in the lap of luxury.

A liveried doorman who ushered us into the main living room met us at the door. It
was a tastefully furnished room with heavy leather chairs and furniture from the
last century. Sitting in one of the chairs was a middle-aged woman dressed as though
ready to go riding A riding crop leaned against the chair and a heavy book rested in
her hand. When we entered she stood to greet Jenny.

"Good morning Mama." Said Jenny. "This is Denise, a young lady with a serious
problem."

Jenny's mother looked me up and down and said, "And what is the nature of this
problem?"

"Can't you guess?" replied Jenny with a smile.

Jenny's mother walked round me as if taking her time guessing at the puzzle. Jenny
had removed my cuffs in the car when we got out but her mother noted the red marks
where they had bitten a little into her wrists.

"I'd say that her main problem is in coming here." Said her mother.

Jenny just smiled again and walked round the back of me. Then she unzipped my dress
allowing it to fall to the plush carpet. With a smile Jenny's mother took a look at
the tattoo. Then she ran her hand over my back to my buns and round to the front
before cupping my breasts with her hands. For a moment her fingers twiddles the
rings, making my nipples stand up to attention.

"This is the young lady that escaped Miss Clearmont, I should say." She said
finally. "Where on earth did you find her?"

"At the party last night, Mama. She was entertaining the guests in a bedroom when I
stumbled across her."

"Well done Jenny. Miss Clearmont will be in a rage when she finds out that we got
her first, I wonder what she's worth?"

"I intend to find out Mama, Miss Clearmont is now a very rich woman due to this
young lady so I expect that she wants her back pretty desperately." Replied Jenny.

Jenny made a signal to the doorman to take me by the arm. "Take her down to a room
where she can wait for me to see to her later. Feed her and so on, at level two."

I left the room led by the doorman and was taken to the rear of the house. We
crossed a closed in yard and went into one of the outbuildings. There was a corridor
that led the length of the building with regularly spaced wooden doors. The doorman
opened one of them to reveal a small room with a bed, wash basin and a chair but no
window. A TV set sat on a small shelf on the wall but it was switched off. The
doorman shut the door and I heard the key turn. The room was a cell and I had once
again fallen foul of the wrong people.

About five minutes later the footman brought some sandwiches and a glass of water
and I was left alone with my thoughts. I ate with the hunger of someone who wonders
where the next meal is coming from. I sipped the water to test it but it was clear.
Sitting on the bed was a bore and anyway I did not want to think what may happen
next so I turned on the TV set and sat with the remote.

I flicked through the channels idly and saw the usual selection of entertainment
quizzes and shows. The set must have had cable because I kept going through some
twenty channels. I watched this and that for about an hour before I got bored and
switched the set off. I then quietly turned the door handle to find that it was
locked. This was indeed a prison.

I turned on the TV to check the time; it was about midday, I reckoned that I had
been in the cell about five hours. Finally I slept. When I awoke there was some more
food on the chair and another glass of water. The time was eleven in the morning
according to the TV. I ate the cereal and drank the water. I could not help but
wonder what was going on. Finally the handle turned and in came Jenny's mother.
Standing in the corridor was the bodyguard that I had seen earlier.


II

"You shall address me as Mistress Janet as of now." She told me. I stood up from the
bed to face her. She was dressed in a long black dress with a high white collar and
had white gloves on. I could see the long black nails peeping through the lacy ends
of the gloves as she held a short crop with a leather loop at the end.

"Mistress Jenny and I have decided that you will be trained as a body service
slave." She held up a hand to stop my questions and moved a step closer. "This will
involve a process that you will not find too uncomfortable if you do as you are
requested at all times. When the training is finished we shall decide what to do
with you. You may be sold or else we may gift you to someone. In either of these
cases you will continue in your role as a slave. I suggest that you resign yourself
to servitude now and so spare yourself the false hope that you will be other than a
possession of whichever owner you belong to."

With that she ordered me to strip. Slowly I took off my clothes and laid them on the
chair. Once again she inspected her new slave and touched me a couple of times with
the crop experimentally to see if I would flinch. I did not and she smiled with
approval. With a slight tap on the ass she indicated that I should go first. She
took me to a room on the same corridor. It was a huge wardrobe. Hooks and poles on
the walls displayed a fantastic assortment of costumes and clothes. On one wall were
full suits in leather and rubber that would enclose the slave in a form fitting
skin. Some had zips and fasteners to allow access to intimate places on the body,
others has mittens that were ringed to allow the wearer to be fully restrained with
ease. Miss Janet took me to another wall with frilly costumes in all shades. With
great care she selected a short pink dress with much lace and a pinafore in white.
For a moment she held it up against me to check the fit and then told me to put it
on.

"You will only have the one dress my dear. When it needs repair or cleaning you will
do this yourself and be naked whilst you do so. If you require punishment you will
wear such a suit." She indicated the wall with the restraint suits. "The inside of
which is rather more uncomfortable than it looks."

I put on the dress. It was almost a traditional maid's dress but it was so short and
flouncy that my pussy was clearly visible and my nipples almost showed over the top.
Miss Janet then selected a pair of shoes, also pink, with high heels and straps that
fitted snugly round my ankles. When she was satisfied that I looked correct she led
me back to the main house. There she introduced me to another girl. She was a little
older than me and dressed in the same costume as I was but the colour of hers was
black. Her long red hair was braided and tied back and she was rather slimmer than I
was.

"This is Miss Alain." Said Mistress Janet to me. "She is in charge of the household
maids. She will train you to work on the general housework before you meet your
other trainers in sexual matters. You will obey her every command immediately. Miss
Alain has to write a report on every slave in her keeping daily. Should her reports
indicate that you are unwilling you will be punished with great severity." With a
nod to Miss Alain from Mistress Janet I passed to Miss Alain's custody.

Miss Alain took me in hand quickly. She showed me a room that was to be mine. It was
similar to the one in which I had spent my waiting time but had no TV set. "This
room will be kept absolutely tidy at all times. If I inspect it and find any mess it
will earn you a demerit. The room will therefore stay exactly like this at all times
that you are not sleeping. Every demerit will earn you a fit punishment that may
lead to more serious punishment."

She led me to a washroom. Two naked girls were sitting waiting for the wash to
finish. They were naked and stood when Miss Alain entered the room. Simultaneously
both said, "At your service Miss Alain."

She showed me the parts of the house that I could enter and warned me that I was to
stand when anybody was present. "You are the lowest slave in training at the moment,
all others are senior so you will not speak unless to answer a direct question at
any time. You may ask me any question that concerns your duty and no others." she
said. When we had done the tour of the expensively furnished house she took me back
to my room and lectured me.

"No slave may enter into any sexual situation with anyone unless Mistress Janet or
Mistress Jenny permits it. No slave may be out of her room after the curfew that
starts at eight at night and runs until five in the morning. At five you will be
ready to perform your duties as I stipulate. When you have completed a set task you
will come to me immediately for further orders. If you wish to perform any other
action you will come to me and ask permission. Even if you wish to go to the toilet
you will ask me."

Miss Alain then walked round me. With a flick here and there she adjusted my dress.
"At all times your dress must be perfect. Your shoes unmarked and your pussy must
always be showing. The very tops of your nipples must also show, so." and she pulled
the front of the dress down an inch. "Lastly you must be shaved fully. In fact I
shall have you depilated because Mistress Janet has informed me that you are
eventually to become a sex slave and it is required that your cunt be prepared for
it." With a small brush of her hand she touched the lips of my sex. "You will now go
to your room and wash fully and I shall send you someone who will show you your
duties for today."

I went to my room and undressed. I felt a wave of relief that so far all of the
women in the house had refrained from misusing me. But I had a feeling that the
tasks would be set so that punishment by such strict rules would be inevitable. I
washed my self at the sink and used the soap to clean my sparse hair. The task
occupied my mind and prevented me having to think about being sold or passed on at
the whim of Mistress Janet or Mistress Jenny. I thought about the terrible two hours
with Mistress Greta and how she and Mistress Torment had mentioned a Mistress Jenny.
It came to me that they had used her as a threat, but it seemed so far, that
Mistress Jenny was sort of standing by her word to help me hide from Miss Clearmont
and Kathy.

It must have been a good half-hour later when there was a knock at the door. I stood
by the bed. In came a black girl dressed in the frilly dress, but in pale blue. In
her hand was a bucket carefully carried to keep it off the dress. She set the bucket
down and I could see that it was almost full of soapy water and the handle of a
brush poked out of the bubbles. "I have been told to instruct you. Also I have been
told to inform you that slave Edith is to be punished later for three demerits and
you are required to attend the punishment. The punishment is at seven and all slaves
will therefore lose their evening meal as a reminder that punishment is for all not
just the wrongdoer."

I picked up the bucket and held it away from the frilly pink dress. She led me to an
out building and led me through a door into a stable. Several horses were in their
stalls. The slave stopped and pointed at the floor. "This tiled floor must be
scrubbed until it shines. No speck of mess may remain. When you have finished you
are to wait for Miss Alain to come and collect you so that you may see the
punishment of Edith."

I looked at the tiled floor. It was thick with horse muck and rotting straw. Most
was dried in place and looked to have been there since the stables were built. In
fact the mess was so bad that I could not see where the tiles stopped and the wooden
block floor began. I almost said that it was an impossible task when the slave
added, "Do not leave the stables for any reason." With that she left me in the
semi-darkness because she had closed the door on the way out. I started the work.
First I tucked up the dress and got to my knees. Then I started to scrub. My arms
ached with the work and there was not enough water to do the job. I was hours in my
frilly dress and pinafore scrubbing the dirt trying to do the task.

The stable got darker as evening arrived and the floor was difficult to see clearly.
Suddenly the door opened. I had been expecting it because I heard the footsteps
outside so I jumped to my feet and pulled my dress straight. There stood Miss Alain
framed in the doorway. With slow steps she checked my work and then walked round me.
"One demerit, your dress is dirty. Another demerit, the floor does not shine."
Putting a finger under my chin she lifted my head and said, "If you get another
demerit you will suffer a punishment. Come with me and watch Edith being punished
for three demerits." With that she led me through the yard and into the house. "Get
cleaned up and come naked to the punishment room."

"Please Miss Alain I do not know where it is." I said.

Miss Alain pointed to a door at the end of the corridor and said, "You have ten
minutes. That door there."

I hurriedly got clean and took off the dress and shoes. In the light I could see
that there were marks all over the dress and the shoes looked to be caked with the
muck. I gave them a quick rinse in the sink, cleaned the sink and went to the
punishment room.

When I opened the door I could see at least ten other slaves. Some were naked and
some were dressed in the familiar dresses and high heels. They stood in a semi
circle round a hook from the ceiling where a girl of about twenty hung by her arms
with her feet touching the floor but held well apart by being tied to two rings in
the floor. Her sex was hairless and open and her breasts heaved with fright. A gag
was strapped to cover her mouth that looked as though no sound would ever escape
it.

We stood there for about five minutes in silence before Miss Alain entered the room
and checked that all the slaves were there. In her hand she held a crop. When she
had looked round she stood in front of the bound girl and said, "Edith has earned
three demerits. The first was for having an untidy room. The second was for pulling
a face when asked to clean Mistress Jenny's riding boots. The third was for not
standing when I entered the room. Let her punishment be an example to you all,
because this is now the third time that she has been punished for three demerits.
When I have finished with her she will be sent to the farm." A couple of the girls
winced, but there was not a sound from any of the slaves. Miss Alain then took a
crop and started to cane Edith. She started at the ass and slowly walked round her
moving up and around her struggling body to her breasts. Each blow was a sharp
motion that left a thin red line where the crop had struck. After a full turn round
her victim Miss Alain looked at the criss-cross weals with satisfaction. She ran her
hands lightly over Edith's taut body feeling the ridges of raised flesh. Her hands
wandered to Edith's cunt and opened it a little. Then suddenly she placed an expert
blow lengthways on her cunt. Despite the gag Edith let out a cry and writhed in the
fetters. Miss Alain then tapped the crop across her own hand and left the room. The
slaves left the room in silence and headed for their rooms. I cast one last glance
at Edith to see her body slackly hanging from the ceiling, tears running down her
face. Her legs were still twitching with the shock of that last blow. As I left the
room I swore that I would not allow myself to be caned and would do all that was
asked of me.

III

The days went by in a routine of work. It seemed that the first day was a test and
that many starting slaves earned three demerits straight away. I had a third demerit
for not walking correctly in the pink high heels, but the three strokes of the crop
were not bad enough to earn me another demerit for crying out. On the plus side I
could feel that the muscles in my vagina were slowly returning to their former tight
state and that my nipple rings did not pain me as they had done occasionally in the
first weeks. I adjusted to the routine and spent my days cleaning and polishing.
Gradually I fell into such a routine that my life as a lawyer seemed so distant and
my terrible experiences with Kathy and Miss Clearmont a dream. Miss Alain was very
strict in her interpretation of the rules, but she was consistent. Some jobs such as
serving tea and cakes to Mistress Jenny became work to look forward to, and once I
was so good that Mistress Jenny actually stroked my breasts as a reward. Every now
and again a new slave would appear. I never found out where they came from as it was
strictly forbidden to chatter to each other. There were the occasional male slaves,
most of whom had the heavy jobs. We were rarely allowed to see them though and had
no contact. Every few days there was a party in the house. They were never like the
affairs when I had been found by Mistress Jenny but were cocktail parties in which
the slaves with no unpunished demerits were allowed to serve. There was always a bit
of groping at our shaven pussies but it was worth it to see the rich owners mingle
and enjoy themselves so much. I had almost forgotten that I used to attend functions
as a participant rather than a servant. There were some interesting people present,
all dressed to the nines and with their husbands and wives. They all seemed to have
some connection with slavery and they treated the slaves with natural contempt as
though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. I was scared that Miss Clearmont
would be invited but she was never there, though I did hear a few conversations in
which she was given a mention. After the party the maid slaves had to tidy up the
house until well after midnight and I earned another demerit for spilling crumbs on
an empty plate over the carpet.

Miss Alain set my punishment for the next day. I could not sleep after remembering
Edith's caning. In fact it now occurred to me that I had not seen Edith at all since
the caning. I remembered the fact that Miss Alain had had her sent to the farm. I
wondered what sort of place it was.

At five I went to the punishment room as ordered. There was Alain waiting for me. I
stripped off my dress and she bound my hands to the ceiling ring. I was standing on
tiptoe on the floor. Next she spread my legs until my toes were barely touching the
floor. I could feel the pull on my arms as she attached my feet to the floor, well
spread out. Miss Alain let out a bit of slack and I was standing. She then went to
the wall and selected a cane. It was very flexible and thin. She swished it a few
times experimentally in the air and then came to stand before me.

"I will administer five cuts of the cane. At every one you will say, "Thank you for
correcting me Miss Alain." Do you understand?" I told her that I did and the caning
began. She did not put all the force of her arm into the blows but she knew where to
strike. After each blow I thanked her. One was to the inside of each thigh two
across the buns and one that raised a welt just under my breasts. They were very
painful but not as bad as I had expected, and the blow that she had given to Edith
along the slit of her pussy had not been given to me. Miss Alain untied me and
waited while I got dressed.

"May I ask a question about punishments, Miss Alain?" I asked.

"You may as long as there is no hint of criticism." Came the reply.

"What is the farm?" I held my breath wondering if I had overstepped my mark, but
Miss Alain did not seem disturbed.

"The farm is where slaves who are not fit for training or to be punished are sent.
On the farm all slaves are worked very hard and are in restraint all of the time.
They are also punished regularly to teach them that they are property. Runaway
slaves are usually altered so that they will not be able to escape again. The regime
is a harsh one and sometimes involves much pain." She said.

With that she gave me my duties for the day and routine returned to normal.
Seven The Sexual Training

I

The routine of getting up early and working hard all the time allowed me no time to
speculate on what was happening in the outside world. I became totally absorbed in
serving. A nurse who depilated me visited me. It was uncomfortable but not painful
and I felt proud that I could display my naked cunt at all times with out the
terrible stubble that grew so quickly. The nurse also inspected me inside and
declared that my pussy was returning to shape. She told me that a couple of months
would see it back to normal. I had been doing clenching exercises but had told no
one about them so I was secretly glad that they seemed to be working. I had been at
the country house for a couple of months before I saw Jenny again. One morning Miss
Alain did not allocate me any tasks but waited until we were alone.

"Mistress Jenny has required that you see her at eleven." She said. "You will report
to me just before eleven here."

With that she sent me to my room. At a few minutes before eleven I reported and was
taken through the house to see Miss Jenny. We passed out of the area of the house
that I knew and into the areas reserved for the service of the highest slaves. They
moved about silently in black uniforms like the one that Miss Alain always wore.

Mistress Jenny was sitting in an armchair reading a book when we entered the room.
Miss Alain gave me a little push and then left the room. Mistress Jenny stood and
walked over to me.

Mistress Jenny walked round me as she spoke. "My dear Denise, I hear good things
about how fast your training is going. Only six demerits and already you have been
here three months learning your new trade."

I smiled my thanks and kept silent; it was almost habit to say nothing when I was
not asked a direct question.

"You are being sought by Miss Clearmont and Miss Kathy, they are in a real state now
that you seem to have escaped them. I hear that Miss Kathy has hired a whole firm of
P.I.'s to find you and their trail leads to the party where I found you and no
further. It is of course difficult for me to hide you like this. I hope that you are
grateful for the great favour that I am doing you." Then she continued. "You may
speak slave."

"I thank you for your help and am very grateful that you are so fair." I replied.

"Denise, you realise of course that I cannot hide you forever. When the next phase
of your training is complete I must, reluctantly, sell you as I do all my slaves."
She said.

My heart missed a beat and I must have looked very downcast. So I could not stay
here but would be given to another Mistress or Master to do as he or she willed. I
had hoped to stay sheltered for longer.

"I can promise that you will be sold, maybe to a man who needs a slave for his
sexual needs. Your training here will protect you because you will be able to serve
all his needs and will be a valuable item that he would not lightly throw away or
damage. But you must understand that I cannot guarantee that he or she will be as
kind as I have been."

One of her hands moved to stroke my pussy. The sharp nails scratched lightly down
the lips of my sex. "You are a very special slave to me. Because of that I have been
taking a personal interest in your progress. Soon will begin the next phase. You
will be taught to please a man or woman with sex. Most owners like their sex slaves
to have their clitoris removed so that the slave can concentrate on the most
important thing, their owner's pleasure. A few others prefer this small unimportant
operation not to be done. That means that this decision will be left to the new
master or Mistress. It makes sure that the price that I get from selling you will be
higher." One of her fingers tickled my clit as she spoke and I could not help but to
shudder with pleasure. "Oh good." She said. "You are so sensitive, Mistress Janet
will be so pleased."

I started to wriggle my hips in sympathy to her fingers and she moved one hand to
hold a ringed nipple. The pleasure was so intense that my knees nearly gave way.
Then she slowed down and slipped a finger through the ring. My nipples hardened and
I closed my eyes.

"I really think that Mistress Janet will take such pleasure in your training." She
said in a soft voice. "I think you will fetch a great price and you will be so happy
being used by your new master."

She then brought me to a climax. She had such a sensitive touch and knew exactly how
to make me respond. I hoped that it would last forever but I could not hold back.
When she had finished she slipped her fingers into my mouth to lick. I felt like a
puppy being stroked.

For a couple of weeks after Mistress Jenny spoke to me the routine stayed the same.
I started to enjoy my life as a slave. I almost never saw the Mistress's of the
household, and then only in passing. Then the routine changed. Miss Alain changed my
pink dress for a red one and told me to get ready for the next training stage. She
showed me a medallion in the shape of a rose.

"If anyone bearing this symbol wishes to use you then you must comply. They will
tell you what to do and you will obey without question. Should you question or
refuse such an order it will count as three demerits. A second such refusal and you
will be for the farm."

II

That night after curfew a man with a rose medallion entered my room. He was a blonde
man of about six feet whose finely sculptured naked body smelt of roses. He lifted
the cover on my bed and slipped in beside me. I shivered as his hands ran over my
body and touched me from feet to the top of my head. His hard prick pressed into my
thigh urgently as his fingers played with my nipples. It was only a few moments
before I was wet with desire.

"I am here to teach you how to pleasure a man." He whispered into my ear. "You will
learn from me how a cock is to be sucked and how to make a man come so slowly or
fast as he wishes. You will learn how to appeal to a male."

The room was dark and close. His fingers slipped through my cunt, and in passing
stroked me to leave me feeling hot and cold. Gently he bunched his fist in my short
hair and pulled me down to where his other fist gripped his cock. When I was only a
few inches from the throbbing tip he slowed down.

"Open your mouth wide and slip over the tip without touching it." He said. "Then
stroke the little ridge underneath the head of my prick with your tongue."

His hand guided me to cover his prick with my mouth and I tickled him gently.

"Can you feel a rhythm?" he asked. "Slowly work in time to it. As I thrust pull back
and lick, each time the same."

I obeyed him and felt urgency in his hips. He responded by tickling me a little and
slid a finger into me. I felt his cock throb and he pulled me back. "You must
respond by either making the man come when you can taste him, or not, as he wishes.
I do not wish to yet." I felt him lift his hips and he turned away from me. I could
see his firm buns just before he thrust me forward. Lick me."

I parted his buns with my hands and thrust my tongue into the depth of his ass. He
pushed harder. "To really please me you must go deep and lick hard." He said. I felt
his other hand grip my pussy and pull. It was ecstasy and I came. "Do not stop, your
pleasure is unimportant."

I licked and sucked at him while he lay and moaned. "Now move a hand to the front
and slowly draw my cock back." I did as he asked and felt him thrust. "Now move to
the front and take me in your mouth." As soon as I did he came. It seemed to be an
unending stream on my tongue. I swallowed it and he gave a sigh of approval.

With a smooth motion he untangled our bodies and stood by the bed. "Not bad for an
amateur." He said. "Every night we will fuck like this. You will learn to control
your coming and only release if I tell you that you may. You will learn to make me
come in any way that I wish without me having to tell you." He continued with the
lecture. "Every night after our sex you will clench your cunt muscles two hundred
times. Each clench will be held for two seconds. This will tighten you up for me."
With that he left my room. I started the exercises at once even though I had been
secretly doing it anyway.

I never learned the name of my rose scented tutor, but I learned how to please him.
I learned how to take a prick, without choking, all the way to the root. I learned
how to tickle his ass hole with my tongue from the inside. I found his prostate with
a finger up his ass hole and learned how to sense his coming from its contractions.
His balls were gently sucked until they tried to hide inside his body. Giving him
head in a dozen different styles I found the pressure point at the base of his cock
that stopped him coming or allowed him as I willed. Even though he controlled me I
controlled his pleasure. Every few nights he let me come too, sometimes he left me
high and dry but I had to make him come even so. I must have licked his come from
every part of his body and then used it as a lubricant to make him come again. He
never lost control but corrected me with patience until just making him reach his
peak as he wished gave me the same satisfaction as if I had orgasmed myself. My
pussy tightened as it recovered from the attentions of Miss Clearmont and I learned
how to control the muscles to clench and squeeze a prick when it entered me. As
slack as a whore or as tight as a virgin the tunnel of my sex milked his cock with
its grip time after time.

The sometimes long nights pleasing my tutor often left me exhausted in the early
morning and made my set tasks more difficult. Miss Alain never took this into
account but indeed seemed to give me more and more tasks that demanded care and hard
work. I grew stronger physically than I had ever been but somehow the lack of
feeling in the nightly sex sessions left me more pliable and ready for training.

III

The days passed each one similar and I lost count of their passing but it must have
been a couple of months before Mistress Janet visited me. She came to my room at the
time that I was expecting my tutor. She came into the room and said. "Come with me
my dear it is time for the final stage of your training." She led me to a room that
I had never before visited. Large and decked out as a bedroom, it had a four poster
set in the middle of the room and large wardrobes around three walls. There were no
windows and a large table was set on the other wall by the door.

"This is my personal training room." She said. "It is here that you are going to
learn how to please a woman." She turned to face me before continuing. "Having a
Mistress is much more demanding than having a man as an owner. They have little
interest in your pleasure and none in your comfort. It is probable that you will be
sold to a woman who sees you as a simple slave who is one of the many trying to
please her so it is important for you to perform well. When this stage is over you
will be sold so you must be ready."

With that she opened a cupboard that was full of canes and crops. With care she
picked one and came back.

"If you do not learn to please me I shall tell you with this."

She then put the cane between my legs, lifted it to touch the lips of my sex and
drew it slowly through. I felt it enter me, and the ridges on the bamboo stimulated
my clit as it passed through. Suddenly she let it drop a little and struck up. I
gasped as she hit me; the pain and the stimulation were equal.

"You see, already you have failed the first lesson! You must show no reaction when
your Mistress plays with your body." With that she walked behind me and struck me
across the ass with the cane.

"Kneel my little slave and put your hands behind your back. I shall now let you
please me."

I did so and felt her unzip my dress. After removing it I felt her fetter my hands
with a pair of handcuffs. Mistress Janet was wearing a long draped dress in black,
the lacy seam of which touched the floor. This she lifted over my head. For a moment
I saw her long leather boots and red pubic hair, then all was dark. I felt a
pressure at the back of my head as she pushed me into her pussy. I had to run my
tongue through her pubic hair to find her lips and lick them The pressure increased
and I felt her dress lift up my back to expose it. Suddenly I felt a stinging pain
as she caned me smartly. I pushed my tongue into her cunt to find her clit and her
inner lips swelled with pleasure. As I fondled her clit with my tongue she opened
her legs slightly. I could feel the harsh patent leather of her boots scratch
against my ears as my head was forced back so that my tongue could reach into her
wet hole. She began a slow rhythmic motion with her hips that made it difficult to
breathe and keep up with the motion. I could feel her legs trembling and speeded up.
Suddenly another blow was laid across my ass.

"Slow down you stupid little bitch." She said. "I won't give you another warning."

I slowed again and switched the attentions of my tongue between clit and vagina,
massaging her lips with my lips and feeling the slick excitement as her hips rolled.
Suddenly she came so I stopped. Another two rapid cuts from the cane and I started
again, this time more softly as she was surely more sensitive after her first
orgasm. She gave a groan of satisfaction and pressed onto me. My neck was supporting
her hips and felt the strain with an ache that spread to my back. But Mistress Janet
was insatiable and pressed on. When she came a second time I slowed again to find
out if she wanted more.

Suddenly I was in the light again with the Mistress in front of me watching. I
blinked and licked her juices from my lips.

"Not too bad little slave, but you really must anticipate my needs better. I expect
premonition when you pleasure me." She said. "Tomorrow we will continue your
training, until then you will remain in the cuffs as a sign of my displeasure at
your bungling after I came the first time."

I returned to my room with my dress in my teeth. I tried to get it on but with my
hands behind my back it was impossible. In the morning Miss Alain gave me two
demerits for being naked and then I was given my tasks. With my hands behind my back
I really struggled with the tasks that included scrubbing floors and operating the
washing machines. As a result I got another demerit and a thrashing that left my
inner thighs sore and very tender.

The next night with Mistress Janet was better. She entered with a swish of fur. Her
pointed silver stilettos glistened on sheer stockinged legs. A full-length fur coat
covered her from neck to knees. Mistress Janet indicated that I should stand. As I
did so she parted the coat with her gloved hands to reveal that she wore only the
stockings under the fur. Her breasts with erect nipples proudly jutted over her
rounded stomach. The bush of her pubic hair had been trimmed to a triangle that
pointed to her naked pussy. The cane in her right hand tapped impatiently on the
tiles of the floor. All I could do was to stare at her impressive body.

"Turn round little slave." She said in an imperious voice. Slowly I turned my back
on my mistress. I felt her cuff my wrists and then blindfold me with a silk scarf.
The folded silk felt soft on my skin even though it was knotted tightly at the back.
I felt myself being turned to face Mistress Janet again. A hand fleetingly touched
my breasts and trailed down towards my pussy. Then I felt the cane's point trace
it's way over my body. It clacked momentarily on the slave rings in my nipples
before moving down and to the back. Into the parting of my ass, touching for a
moment my twitching hole it smoothly traced it's way down my thighs to the floor.
Throughout this intimate and yet frightening touching I did my best to remain
absolutely still. But when the tip of the cane moved up again and touched the lips
of my sex I shuddered. Mistress Janet's reaction was to flick the cane hard at my
tender thighs.

"You will not move unless I permit it. Now get to your knees little bitch." Said
Janet as I felt her hand on the top of my head push me slowly to my knees.

I heard a click of her heels as she stepped forward. Fur brushed my face momentarily
as her perfumed cunt pressed against my face. Once again I felt the cane as she
played the tip over my back and cuffed wrists. The heavy fur of her coat swirled
around my shoulders. It's softness contrasted with the rough lacy stocking tops as
it brushed past my face and folded softly over my back. I felt rising excitement as
I approached her pussy with my open mouth. Cautiously I slid the very tip of my
tongue into her moist pussy. I could feel her little clit pulsing under it's fleshy
hood. The cane on my back patted me approvingly as I felt her hips thrust slightly
forward pressing her sex onto my willing lips. Mistress Janet let out a little moan.
I felt a hand on the back of my head force me into her thighs.

"Lick me well little bitch and I will not cane you." She muttered.

I let my tongue play over her hooded clit before plunging deeper. Every stroke of my
tongue moved from the depths of her warm cunt to her pulsating clit. Her hands
clutched at my hair and pushed me further in. One of her stilettos twisted between
my knees and forced them apart. The tip of the shoe worked its way up my thighs
scratching the floor with the heel as it went. Finally it lifted slightly to part
the lips of my sex. Pressing against my clit it smoothly rubbed me to a climax. At
that moment I felt nothing but gratitude for Mistress Janet's generosity.

She came a few moments later at the urging of my tongue. At that moment I felt her
cut my back with the cane.

"The Mistress always comes first." She said. "That is if the cunt slave is allowed
to climax at all."

I apologised and hung my head. Her toe was still pressed into my pussy and began to
twitch. I could not see Mistress Janet's face for the blindfold but I knew that she
was smiling. I could feel another climax coming as she manipulated me with her
pointed toe. Mistress Janet was such an expert. As one foot brought me to a climax
her cane and the folds of the soft fur coat played over my naked body showing her
power over me and reminding me that pain or pleasure were at her whim.

All that night Mistress Janet made me orgasm. Sometimes she allowed me to lick her
as she did so. I came to love the warm feeling of her furs that contrasted to her
smooth skin and moist pussy. The cane slid between the lips of my cunt like an old
friend. It's ridges and tip stimulating me to shudders of pleasure. The tips of her
shoes kissed my ass hole as well as my pussy. The smooth leather tip stroked me to
climax after climax. Finally she fucked me gently with her heels. I felt the cool
metal tip kiss my lips before it plunged into my dripping hole. The sole of her shoe
pressed against my clit bringing me to a tremendous orgasm.

Mistress Janet seemed to be satisfied with her night's play. At least I had not
ended up in cuffs again and she seemed rather more pleased. By the time that she
left the room it was dawn.

The next night was one of tuition. Mistress Janet started to train me how to please
her. A lecture and a blow or two of the cane accompanied every mistake. This time
she was dressed in red satin. That night she showed me her "G" spot and showed me
how she could be made to orgasm time and time again. I still received a few strokes
of the cane but I was sensing her desires. Every night she took me to her training
room and taught me more. Each time she was dressed differently. One night she wore
high heels and a slinky dress the next night a rubber corset and collar. Then she
started to dress me up. This often took a long time until I had learned how to put
on the various corsets, skirts and other items that she wished me to wear. The
nights were often filled with me pleasuring her continuously and sometimes they were
just five minutes of frantic sex. Never again did she let me come; the pleasure and
training were all hers. Even though she was an older woman she had a fine body.
Proud breasts, a rounded but muscular stomach and a pussy that became as familiar as
my own as I explored it with lips and tongue, fingers and thumbs. I came to love her
visits. Pleasuring this Mistress was no chore but a delight. Even though she caned
me regularly I looked forward to her nightly attentions. My daily chores sometimes
suffered because I was so tired but I consoled myself with the thought that Mistress
Janet would come again tonight and maybe she would make me orgasm again.

One day Miss Alain set me the task of cleaning the stable floor again. This time I
made a good job of it. The first thing that I did was to strip naked so that my
dress would not suffer. I had learned much, so when she returned I was proud that
she could wipe the floor with a finger and pronounce it satisfactory.

"You are now fully trained." She said. "The next sale is in a week, so that is when
you will go on the block."

Eight The Auction

I

I knew that my time at Mistress Jenny's house was coming to an end, but it still
came as a shock. I wondered whom I would be sold to. A bitch Mistress who would make
me pleasure her every night? A master who I could win round? Or maybe a prostitute
who needed a cunt slave to help her excite her customers? The truth was that I was
half excited and half in fear. One thing that I did know was that I was now a slave
and would have to serve my new Master or Mistress whoever they were.

I had a week of calm. I was allotted no tasks by Miss Alain, neither was I visited
by Mistress Janet in the nights. I was left in my room to worry and hope that the
auction would go well. I must admit that I hoped to fetch a good price, I felt that
I was worth it!

When the day of the auction came, Miss Alain called me to the outfitting room. There
she dressed me with shiny chains and fetters that did not restrict me but enhanced
the slave look. A small amount of light makeup in green was applied and my hair was
tied back with a green ribbon. She then led me to the main sitting room. A simple
low wooden box stood in the middle of the room and easy chairs had been set around
it. Mistress Janet was there, organising the sale. Two other slaves were also to be
auctioned. They stood, also in chains; each decorated in a different colour of make
up. We were arranged round the low box while Mistress Janet ushered the bidders into
the room. Miss Alain showed each to a place and was seated.

II

They were mostly women. Two men in suits sat at the back whilst the Mistresses were
seated at the front. One naked male slave sat at the back with a telephone and
talked into the receiver describing the three slaves. Most of the eight women were
older, between fifty and seventy years old and were dressed in formal evening
dresses. The two younger women were dressed more casually but obviously had
expensive tastes in jewellery and clothes. I breathed a sigh of relief that I saw no
one that I knew. I speculated what they would be like as Mistress's, would they be
indulgent towards me or would they be strict and inclined to have me altered to
their tastes? The other two slaves on auction looked nervous and looked at the
bidders nervously. Did they have their own special fears or were they just
frightened by the fact that they were just toys on sale to the rich?

Mistress Janet introduced the bidders to the lots. I was described as a sensitive
slave who had been a rich heiress. My training was described in detail as well as
the fact that I had already escaped one Mistress and needed to be kept securely.
Three of the women including the oldest seemed to show particular interest so when
the time came that the bidders could inspect us more closely, they came forward. The
oldest of the women was dressed in so much gold that she rattled as she walked. She
was perhaps seventy and wore a long but tight dress in pink that allowed her
wrinkled breasts to swell slightly under a mass of gold chains. With wizened fingers
she fingered me and told me to open my legs to allow a proper inspection. I did so
and she fingered my sex. One long nailed finger poked right into me before she gave
a little tug to check whether or not I still had a clit.

"This one hasn't been snipped." She complained petulantly. "I prefer a full
operation." She explained. Mistress Jenny heard the comment and came over.

"We prefer to leave them as we find them. If you wish to change the slave once you
buy her then that is your business, but it does mean that you get the slave you want
rather than the one that you don't." she said smoothly.

"All my female slaves are castrated and closed." Said the older Mistress. "That way
they can concentrate on my pleasure rather than their own." She continued rather
importantly. "I insist on the strictest discipline." With that she turned to one of
the other older bidders who was nodding her agreement. The two of them discussed the
merits of various changes that could be made to their slaves. They talked over me as
though I wasn't there.

I shivered and prayed that neither of them bought me. I had no choice, but a life of
servitude to one of these rich Mistresses did not appeal at all. The other Mistress
listened to the conversation but made no comment. She too fingered me and slipped a
finger into my cunt. She just smiled when I wriggled my hips and turned her
attention to my breasts. She twiddled the rings for a moment and then inspected my
tattoo.

When the inspection was over the reserve prices were announced. I was pleased to
hear that my price was well above that of the other two. The bidding would start at
$45,000 for me and $20,000 for each of the others.

I was the second lot. So the first slave mounted the block. Mistress Jenny opened
the bidding at $20,000 and invited bids. The bidders indicated increases of bids
$5,000 at a time and the price rose quickly to $35,000. It was the older Mistress
who bought the slave in the end for $50,000. Mistress Jenny looked very satisfied as
the cheque was written and then passed the chains to the Mistresses hand.

As I mounted the block I could feel my heart beating in my chest with fear. I prayed
that the older Mistress only wanted one slave or did not have enough money left. But
she began the bidding with an increase of $10,000. The others started to bid and the
excitement began. Soon there were only two bidders left in the race, the older
Mistress and the one who had inspected me. Then I got a shock. The slave at the
telephone made a bid. That meant that there was a third bidder by phone. My price
rose steadily. Now only the Mistress who castrated her sex slaves and the telephone
bidder were in the race. My price had reached $75,000. Finally at $90,000 the older
woman dropped out and I was declared sold.

But who to? I wondered who was on the other end of the phone. One thing I was sure
of was that it had to better than the older Mistress. I was present to see the last
slave sold. She seemed to be happy enough to be bought by one of the men. I suppose
I envied her as I dreamed that I had been sold to a man whom I could twist round my
finger. It was unlikely but I had my hopes.

At last the auction was over. Some of the bidders left immediately and others stayed
for a drink. Mistress Jenny came over to me. "You are to go to your new owner. You
have been well trained, do not waste the experience." With that I was led to her car
and after being shackled in the rear seat we set off. It was soon clear that we were
heading back to New York. The drive was a long one. By the time that we were
entering the city it was getting dark. At last we pulled up to the rear of a medium
sized house set in it's own grounds and I was led into the back door of my new
owner's house. I could feel my heart pound and my legs felt wobbly with suspense. I
was taken straight into a small room with only a steel-framed bed and chained to it.
The driver left with a wink and I was left standing naked to wait.

Nine Slave

The door to the room opened and Mistress Clearmont entered. I nearly collapsed with
shock. With a wicked smile she came over to me.

"Tsk, tsk, my little slave, did you really think that you could escape me?" she
laughed. "Ironic is it not, here we are after so much time. Poor Kathy has been
searching frantically for you since the moment you escaped her at the police
station. Do you know what the best of the joke is?"

She came closer to me and I could see that she had a syringe in her left hand. I
could not bring myself to answer; all I could do was let a little moan escape my
lips.

"OK then, I'll tell you! I have bought you with the money that you so kindly gave
me. I love irony and I am sure that you enjoy the joke." She laughed and placed a
finger through one of my slave rings. "Are you interested to hear what your future
will be? Or do you prefer to be surprised."

"Mistress Clearmont, please keep me for your own. I promise that you won't be
disappointed." I begged. I was in fear that she would give me to Mistress Greta.

"That's so sweet. A body slave. But there is a problem..." she paused before
destroying any hope. "If I kept you I would always be reminded of how I became rich.
That would not do. So I'm afraid that I must get rid of you. But I can't have you
escaping my authority so I'm going to give you to Greta and her little whore bitch,
Miss Torment." She added.

My worst fears were confirmed. Mistress Greta was my new owner. I was dazed by the
sudden turn of events. Mistress Clearmont then uncapped the needle of the syringe
and slipped it into my thigh. I felt dizzy and then fainted as the drug took me.

Ten Mistress Greta

I

I awoke to feel the familiar feeling of being fully restrained. A gag held my mouth
open and a blindfold of some sort covered my eyes. I also had the feeling that some
tight clothing had been put onto me that covered my whole skin. A cool breeze on my
sex told me that my pussy was exposed and because my legs were wide open I was
helpless to prevent any attentions that might be given to my naked cunt.

About five minutes after waking I heard the slow clicking of high heels near me.
Mistress Greta's voice said, "The sex slut is awake now so let's start fucking the
bitch."

Someone placed their hands on my temples and I heard the footsteps move to my feet.
The digging in of the pointed fingernails ensured that my head could not move.
Something warm touched the outer lips of my sex and penetrated me. I felt it slowly
slip in. It felt like a prick so I clenched my cunt. It went in against all my
resistance and they started to fuck me. I heard a small gasp from Mistress Greta and
the fucking slowed down. I tried to please the cock without being able to guess if
it was real or a dildo. The hands by my head then undid the blindfold. Mistress
Torment was by my head the cloth of the blindfold in one hand and a cane in the
other. She had a grin on her tattooed face as she slowly ran her nails over my face
to my neck and breasts. I felt a grip on my nipples and winced. Her mouth opened and
her tongue ran round her lips erotically as her nails bit into me. I could just see
Mistress Greta was between my thighs pumping at me. I could see her huge breasts
encased in a tight rubber dress that let the huge erect nipples stick naked through
two peepholes. They swayed in time with the movement as Mistress Greta pumped at my
cunt. The pressure on my nipples stopped as Mistress Torment picked up a thin supple
cane. She wafted the cane over my breasts so close that I felt the air swish as she
did so.

"Oh you lovely little bitch cunt." Panted Mistress Greta as she gasped with the
excitement of fucking her sex slave. "Now!" she said. Mistress Torment brought the
cane down a touch catching my erect nipples and the rings with the swing. The pain
was so sudden I arched my back and struggled against the tight restraint. "Again!"
She urged. Mistress Torment brought the cane down across my breasts sharply. The
blows were not hard but they stung my raised nipples. Again and again she caned me
as Mistress Greta ordered her. Then at a command from her mentor Mistress Torment
dropped the cane and twisted my head to the side. I could now see that I lay on a
table with my head sticking out supported by a board. Mistress Torment moved aside.
Her decorated cunt lips glistened with the passion of sexual possession. Mistress
Greta withdrew from my cunt and came round to my face. I could see her throbbing
cock. Wet with my juices it jerked with the motion of her narrow hips. For a moment
I thought it was a strap-on dildo, then as she thrust it into my mouth I realised
that Mistress Greta was a man. She worked her prick in and out of my constrained
mouth, and then a moment before she came she withdrew and sprayed come over my mouth
and face. As she did so she slapped my naked cunt sharply with her hand. I felt the
warm liquid trickle down my face and tasted it on my tongue.

With one hand Mistress Greta helped the come into my mouth while the other ran up
her still rampant prick squeezing the last milky drops into my wide open mouth.
"God, but that was good." She said. "You are going to enjoy me fucking your every
hole with my hungry cock. But I'm going to enjoy it even more!"

Her prick wilted a little. It's purple tip retracting. Then she started to massage
it whilst the other hand ran over my rubber clad body. Coming to rest on my tits;
she suddenly dug her nails in. At my surprised gasp of pain her cock jumped a
little. I could see her cock harden again as she stroked it. Mistress Torment bent
to recover the dropped cane and struck me between the breasts.

"Tighten the fuck doll up." Said Mistress Greta to her chief slave. "I want to ream
her tight ass."

Mistress Torment went towards my feet and passed out of sight. I felt her fiddle for
a moment with the restraints at my ankles. Then I felt my feet lift. When they were
raised a yard or so Mistress Torment fixed a bar between my ankles to hold them wide
apart. A sound of a chain rattling over a pulley and my feet were drawn up until my
open legs were vertical. Then my legs were drawn towards my head. I was being bent
by force so that my ass was fully exposed. I saw my legs come into view. My feet
were in red high-heeled shoes and my legs were encased in shiny red rubber. The
pulling stopped when my legs were almost doubled over my body with my feet just over
my head. My pussy felt stretched tight with the tension as the rubber resisted the
curves of my fettered body. Mistress Greta then walked round to my exposed ass. She
struck me a stinging blow with the flat of her hand. Then she began to explore me.
One hand opened my cunt whilst the other played with me. The feeling was
indescribable. Pleasure as she encountered my clit and discomfort as the hand
started to enter. She did it so slowly that I could feel every move and texture of
her fingers. My stretched pussy slowly gave to the pressure until she had her whole
hand inside me. She moved her fingers and then started to use her other hand to
stimulate my clit. Waves of pleasure made me tremble. My thighs shook as my new
Mistress forced me to come as she willed.

Withdrawing her hand from my wet hole she slowed the attentions to my clit. Then I
felt a pressing on my ass hole. First a sharp nailed finger penetrated me and
scratched my anus. For a minute or so it moved inside me loosening me and finding my
limits. Her other hand slipped over my naked mound and then started to enter my
pussy. First the tips of the fingers and then the whole slim hand slid again through
my moist lips. It stretched me to the limit before withdrawing and lubricating my
tender asshole with my own juices. The finger in my ass was withdrawn and I felt her
cock slowly force itself into my rear. She entered me slowly relishing my attempts
to wiggle free. Her large cock pushed into me fully. Slowly she fucked my ass. The
helplessness of my body as well as the attentions that she was still giving my clit
excited me to another climax. Her strong thighs slapped against my rubber coating
marking an insistent rhythm. Mistress Torment threatened me with the cane but did
not need to strike. Then she slipped the cane through the rings in my nipples. I
felt something give under my head and Mistress Torment withdrew the board that had
supported it. With a quick step she placed her painted cunt over my mouth and sat
astride my face. I licked her soft cunt for a moment before contacting her clit. Her
rings bumped my lips as I ploughed the soft flesh. As Mistress Greta fucked my ass I
licked her slave to a tremendous orgasm. My head was held in a grip between her
trembling thighs and her juices ran into my mouth. I felt Mistress Torment's hand
grip the cane and tug at it. The pain in my nipples brought me back from the brink
of orgasm and then somehow increased the gratification. The taste and perfume of her
excitement filled my senses turning me on and urging me to greater effort. She
wished to come a second time and put more weight against my face. I slipped my
tongue into her and she responded by slapping my breasts. The rings in my nipples
pulled against the cane and the slapping hurt me but I knew that stopping would
simply add more agony. The pain galvanised me to yet greater oral effort and as it
grew I felt myself responding more and more as I got ecstatic with pleasure.
Suddenly Mistress Greta came into the depths of my ass. I felt her withdraw and then
her lips and teeth were on my cunt. She bit and sucked ferociously. It hurt but also
made me ablaze with gratification. I pumped my tongue into Miss Torment's soft naked
pussy with a will as I came yet again. I no longer noticed the difference between
pleasure and pain; both forced a climax.

"What a good fuck this bitch gives!" said Miss Greta, "We will do this more often."

II

Mistress Greta and Mistress Torment left me alone with my thoughts. At last I
realised what I would have known for sure if I had watched the video left in my
apartment. I would have seen that Mistress Greta was a transsexual. I started to
realise that the reason that she was so vicious was that she loved to command as a
man but posed as a woman. In her distorted state she delighted in others being
forced to become freaks for her gratification. As for Mistress Torment she was the
one who had wielded the cane for Mistress Greta's pleasure. She was the creation of
Mistress Greta and took her pleasures as directed. My tormented writhings were what
had brought her to orgasm. If things continued in the same way they would punish me
harder and harder as they got bored with me and I would face a terrible future. On
the other hand the pain was starting to turn me on. Maybe I would keep up with them
and find that as the punishment got more severe my climaxes would get stronger.

My neck could not support my head any longer and it fell back. My legs ached from
being pulled nearly horizontal with my body. I could feel the cold drip as the come
leaked from my ass down to the bench and the semen on my face dribbled into my hair.
Now I could see the far wall. Racks and shelves displayed devices of torment. There
were dildos that would again stretch my cunt and ass to slackness. Canes and crops
and a selection of whips, some of which had small metal bits, braided into their
thongs. Fetters, some with chains connecting them were ready to twist me into new
and vulnerable positions so that the clips and whips could be used to best effect.
Masks with no faces and eyeholes would control my very breathing for the delectation
of these two connoisseurs of sexual pain. I despaired of escaping. No, rather than
despairing I was realising that escape was not entirely my object anymore. I would
not escape because I had given up.

I now knew that my previous escape had been allowed because Kathy had been waiting
for me in my former apartment. I lifted my head to get a glimpse of my body. I could
see that my breasts and legs were encased in a rubber costume that looked like a
supple red skin. It had a shiny finish to it and was stretched so tight over my skin
that it followed every contour. It looked attractive and I even started to wonder
why I had never tried it before. My nipples were exposed by peepholes to reveal the
rings with the cane stuck through them. With the rings twisted to accommodate the
cane my nipples were still sticking out with stimulation. I was an abandoned sex toy
that would be returned to later for more exciting entertainment. This toy would be
played with more and more violently until it broke and was no use any more. What
would happen then? Did they have a place like Mistress Jenny's farm to which I would
be sent where I could be finally destroyed and used beyond repair or maybe end my
days servicing the male slaves working the farm for a Mistress" profit?

I lay thinking about my predicament for perhaps an hour. I could see no way out. On
the other hand I was not so sure that escape into a world where I had no place was
really any better than my present confinement.

The door opened and Miss Clearmont entered the room. She was wearing casual clothes,
a sweater and jeans. They hugged her generous tits and thighs snugly letting me see
her sex where the jeans moulded themselves into her crack. Her nipples pushed the
sweater to form two bumps. The front zipper extended under her sex and disappeared
to the other side. She came round to my head and looked at me. I could see that she
wore high heels with metal spikes that clicked on the hard floor as she moved.

"Little sex cunt, so exposed there lying with your ass in the air and come all over
your face." She said. "I am glad to see that my friends are enjoying your sex
services already. You are going to experience the most excruciating pains and
pleasures at their feet my dear." She ran a hand over my nipples and then lifted the
rubber costume to look beneath. "Oh dear." She continued. "Have they been caning and
whipping you? Never mind it will help you to get used to it if they start now.
Listen I'll tell you a little secret that may help you to get out of here."

I looked at her wide satisfied smile. She could tell that I was less interested in
escape now, I felt as though she looked right through me to my secret motivations.

"If you do every thing without complaint and do not resist they will lose interest
in you and sell you on. If you want I can find an owner for you who will be gentler.
Would you like that? Perhaps you might like to be Kathy's whore now that you have
become Greta's slave?"

I nodded and tried to beg, but the gag in my mouth only let me make a noise in my
throat. To me Kathy would make a consummate Mistress. At that moment I would have
given anything to be at her feet.

"On the other hand there is much for you to learn; and I am a busy woman now so
perhaps I'll never get round to it. I'm sure that you would not miss the fun for all
the world." Miss Clearmont was enjoying herself mocking my feeble hopes.

Releasing the rubber with a snap she went to look at my cunt. Her hand slid over the
slippery skin and teased my ass. I felt her fingers enter my pussy. They pushed in.
Something sharp, a ring maybe, caught for a moment and then I felt it inside. She
turned her hand and I let out a yelp of pain.

"You have tightened yourself up again. That's a shame because you are going to have
to go through it all again. Never mind, you don't belong to me any more anyway. I
suppose that Greta will see to it that you are bored out to a size or three
larger."

With a laugh she pulled out her hand again and squatted until her face was next to
mine. With great deliberation she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I could feel
the heat from its tip as she smoked. The tip of the cigarette passed over one
eyebrow singing it away. A wisp of the smoke got into my eyes and tears began to
well. I could see from her face and the way that her nipples were erect under her
tight top that she was horny. Slowly she undid the zipper on her jeans. Her generous
flesh welled out revealing her naked cunt. She ran the zipper up the back and the
jeans split into two. While she squatted, the lips of her sex pouted open and her
clitoris pushed very slightly out throbbing into the light. I could see that she was
slick and knew that she was going to fuck me. I felt a mixture of excitement and
fear mingle in my stomach that spread to warm my exposed cunt. Slowly she stood up
as her hand slipped down to stroke her groin, her forefinger helping her erect clit
to fully escape the confinement of the lips of her sex. She turned away and from the
wall behind me she selected a dildo. From the back I could see her generous ass atop
those long shapely legs. Rubber prick in hand, she came back to me. With a twist she
pushed it through my wide-open lips so that it wedged into the gag pointing
upwards.

"Just one little fuck for old times sake." She said. "They want you to be fat and
big because they know that Kathy and I only like slim cunt slaves. So I'll fuck you
now one last time."

With that she held up my head and slid the black dildo into her cunt. "Move your
head to fuck me." She whispered hoarsely. I strained my neck and slid the dildo up
and down. Her pussy slurped with the motion and she slid her top up to reveal her
nipples. Leaning over she brushed them against my shoes, the rings making a tapping
sound. As I fucked her she slid her hands over my breasts and pulled at the cane
that poked through the rings.

"Faster whore, fuck me faster." She gasped.

All I could see was her ass over me, the familiar little puckered hole twitching in
sympathy with the motions of my rhythm.

"God, but that's good. What a pity that your new owners are going to alter you
forever."

Miss Clearmont climaxed violently and then slid the length of the dildo until her
anus was resting over my nose. With my mouth blocked by her flesh I was forced to
breathe as and when she raised herself a little. I tried to drop my head a little
but a sharp slap at my rubber-clad breasts made me move back up. Every time she let
me breathe I gasped a breath that was filled with the aromas of her dripping pussy
and ass. She sat like this for a while enjoying the power.

When she was rested she slid off the rubber prick and turned round to get something
from the wall. I could see the black shiny prick extending from my mouth pointing in
her direction.

"You will learn that I control every single breath that you take." She said. "I am
more than your Mistress. I am your creator. By the time that you are fully trained
every bodily function will be at my command. You will orgasm, breathe, eat and shit
at my order."

Turning to face me she held up a small whip with several short knotted lashes. "Let
me see if you like coming this way. Pain and pleasure go so nicely together. This
might be the last time for us you know, and I would like you to have fond memories
of me."

She passed to my ass and fondled the lips of my sex. I felt a finger touch my clit
and smoothly rub it. Slowly she increased the speed. I felt myself become wet as she
worked at me. Then without stopping the pleasure she started to whip my pussy, groin
and thighs. Each blow brought a stop to the rising excitement and then her
persistent finger brought it back. Slowly she built me up to orgasm until I was
quivering. I reached the point of no return and she lashed my cunt while pulling her
other hand away from my sex. The knots of the small whip struck my tender inner lips
and clit like fire but the orgasm took me and I came.

"Good isn't it?" She asked.

I nodded dumbly, the dildo waving obscenely before my eyes.

Miss Clearmont removed the dildo from my straining mouth and placed it next to the
whip. With a single smooth motion she then replaced her jeans. Then she squatted by
my head again allowing me to see her huge breasts. They brushed my face, and I felt
the rings pass over my cheek. Slowly she slipped her sweatshirt down.

"My, Oh my, you are crying. Do you love me?" She murmured.

I nodded slowly. Tears of gratitude at her understanding of my feelings dropped to
the cold floor.

"That makes me feel so sad because I cannot be here for you all the time. Listen
little fuck slave and I'll tell you what those two bitch friends of mine are going
to do. Mistress Greta is going to give you to Mistress Torment as a toy to practice
on. Mistress Greta really has no patience for training, she just orgasms when she
sees a slave suffer. Mistress Torment has a list of things that she is longing to do
to you. The trouble is that some of her plans are going to cost a lot of money. But
Mistress Torment has none, so Greta has told me that she is going to make you a
training exercise. If Mistress Torment can raise the funds to have you done then she
will be allowed to do so. Is that not interesting? I wonder if she is bright enough
to make a profit from you? I remember my first slave; she was so very sweet. I made
a few mistakes though and had to dispose of her. I'm sure that Miss Torment will
learn a great deal from possessing you."

Miss Clearmont took a final draw of the cigarette and continued. "Enough of them
and you though, I have some news about myself. I am going away for a few months.
First I'm going to Europe and then I'm going to the Far East. Of course you are
paying for it all. When I return I may pay for Mistress Torment to have you done if
she hasn't enough money. She has some interesting ideas, not all of which are
practical but you are a good slave to try them out on. But by the time that I
return I expect to see a sex slave who has been converted to a pleasure machine for
her betters!" With that she stood and passed out of my sight. I felt a slap on my
ass and then a cheery "See you in six months." Before she closed the door.

I waited as the come dried onto me. My neck ached and my thighs trembled with the
tension. Then I heard the door open and Mistress Torment entered. I saw her go to
the wall and select a thin crop. "This one looks fine for you." She said. Then she
went to my naked stretched ass and hit me. The blow made me jerk in the restraints.


"I have a little request." She said. "What I need is some money. The trouble is that
Mistress Greta says that I have to learn how to make enough from you to pay for your
alteration. So I should like some ideas." With that she gave me another stroke. The
tip caught the lips of my cunt making me howl.

I had become so used to the mistreatment that the stimulation of the crop brought a
reaction of excitement that throbbed below the agony of the blow.

I heard another set of footsteps enter the room and a male voice that I recognised
as the doctor. A hand investigated me as he spoke to Mistress Torment.

"The bill for all the work that you want is $18,500. The tits can be done with the
money that you have already paid me, the rest will have to wait anyway until she is
healed. The other little jobs that you wanted done immediately I shall do now." He
said.

I felt his fingers squeeze around my clit and then a sudden pain. He let go of my
clit and I heard Mistress Torment exclaim with pleasure. "That little ring looks
lovely, thanks." Then the doctor came to my mouth. He told me to put out my tongue
and pierced it with a large stud. Satisfied he looked me over with practised hands,
noting the marks of the cane and the come on my face and hair.

"Make sure that you vary the areas where you whip this slave. I don't want to have
to work on her if she is damaged. Also don't forget that I'm operating on her in a
week so don't damage her breasts too much." He said to Mistress Torment.

The doctor left the room and I was alone with my tattooed owner. She came round to
my face and squatted like Miss Clearmont had.

"Do you remember how I said that your studded tongue would search my ass hole until
I came. Well now it is possible. I just love the little ring in your clit. When it
heals I am going to use it on a leash to take you from one adventure to the next."
She said.

"Are you enjoying your stay with me?" She purred. I nodded in answer and was
suddenly unsure if I was just trying to avoid more punishment or really meant it.
Standing over me with the whip like crop in her gloved hands she seemed a goddess of
pain and pleasure whose words could not be gainsaid.

She stood and stroked my tits. Then she jiggled the cane and smiled when my sore
nipples stood to attention. She noted the weals on my crotch where Miss Clearmont
had whipped me and ran her fingers lightly over them with pleasure. The memory of
the excitement and pain of Miss Clearmont's attentions moistened my aching pussy.

"You are going to have such very big tits my dear, and when I get the money I have a
few other bits and pieces that you are going to have done to you. Would you like to
know what is going to happen?"

I tried to speak but saliva dribbled out of my mouth and only a croak came. The
nightmare had come true. I was a living toy and would be broken deliberately.
Somehow though it seemed right to be the chattel of this proud mistress of pain and
pleasure. Living through her plans for me would help me to please her and to me that
was more important than anything else.

"Good." She said. "Then I'll tell you. First the tits. I picked out the implants
myself. They are going to look good and they were the largest available. In fact
they will be almost the size of footballs, without the pointed ends of course. I
shall enjoy making you scrub the floors on your knees. Your breasts will drag on the
floor as you work under the threat of my whip while you clean the floor with your
mouth gripping the scrubbing brush."

I pictured myself at her feet serving her needs. I would make her proud of me. I
would serve her so well that she would stroke me and look after me. I would satisfy
her needs in every way until she realised that I was a slave to be cherished and
rewarded. Surely then she would allow me to please her during our long nights
together. I fantasised being her bed bitch. Waiting in a cage at the end of her bed.
Ready for her call of service. Serving her sexual needs, my pain and pleasure
driving her to a frenzy of climax. By serving her every need I would make her love
and value me. My commanding Mistress would protect me.

She broke my reverie continuing, "After the implants are done the good doctor is
going to do some other things for me. I hate the trouble of having to fit your gag
all the time so I'm having all your teeth taken out. A nice smooth mouth to come
into. That should please Mistress Greta, who just loves fucking faces. We wouldn't
want your teeth to catch her swollen and aching prick as she comes would we?"

Like a dog on all fours I would pleasure Mistress Greta. My huge welling breasts
would excite my demanding Mistresses with their size and vulnerability. Sucking and
massaging her throbbing cock whilst Mistress Torment excited and teased my ringed
breasts and pierced clit. Restrained and chained for their use I would serve their
rightful sexual demands. My holes, soft and moist, would satisfy their lusts.
Mistress Greta would plunder my mouth as my studded tongue rubbed her swollen cock.
When she came into my softened mouth and I sucked every drop my mistress would
surely reward me with pleasure. I would serve them as they demanded.

"A small operation should sort out your cunt." Continued Mistress Torment seemingly
not noticing my retreat into hopeless fantasy. "I like them big. The trouble is that
yours has proved that an operation is needed to really expand it. I have another
little idea as well. I'm going to fatten you up. I really don't like you to be so
slim, so you are going to go on a diet that should double your weight in a few
months. You are really going to look good. Let me see now... tits, cunt, and size,
Oh yes your ass! It's going to have to stretch for me."

I was bent double. Held by straps and fetters to stop me from avoiding my Mistress's
just attentions. My cunt and ass would offer itself for their care. Whilst Mistress
Torment gently eased a giant dildo into my willing ass Mistress Greta would take her
pleasure at my pussy. The vibration in my rear would make my juices flow. Mistress
Greta's deep and sexy voice demanding immediate satisfaction. I would feel the
slapping of her thighs on my ass as her excitement mounted. A sting of stimulating
pain as Mistress Torment's thin cane hit my ass, shocking me and moving me to
greater effort to please. Mistress Greta's balls slapped against my ringed clit
bringing me to a shuddering climax just as she orgasmed. Both Mistress's would
stroke me and fondle me. Their love for the helpless and dependent cunt slave making
them delight in giving me another extreme climax. My fantasy of servitude
overwhelmed me with love for the two Mistress's who would give so much detailed
attention to their menial sex chattel.

Mistress Torment's excited voice broke into my reveries. "That leaves just the last
operation. I rather like the type of tattoos that make the skin bump up. You know
the tattoos that African tribesmen have. The problem is that it is a major job to do
so much. But when you are finished you will be etched and patterned with the same
design as I have but I will be able to feel the patterns on your skin as well as see
them. Every inch of you will be textured. "

In the darkness of my cell they would come to me. By touch they would feel their sex
bitch as she quivered in anticipation of the delights to come. A hand coursed over
my textured skin teasing the bumps and patterns. Recognising my helpless body by
touch they would feel their way to my tender sex. One finger touched the ring though
my clit, another hand stroked over my engorged studded nipples. Every sense
heightened by the darkness I could smell the musky sex of Mistress Torment's
dripping cunt as it lowered itself over my pursed lips and writhing tongue. I could
feel every sensitive bump on my skin as Mistress Greta's hands explored me from ass
hole to nipple. Then she brought her pulsing prick to the entrance of my sex. In
which hole would she press her darling prick? My tongue exploring every nook of
Mistress Torment's pussy she bent forward to stroke my stippled breasts.

Would you like any other additions to please me?" Broke in Mistress Torment.

Once again I nodded. I would have agreed to any of her plans for me she was becoming
my owner in mind as well as body. Her leather clad hand released the gag a little
and went on to stroke my face and neck.

"What would you like then?" She asked with a smile on her lips.

I had not expected her to actually listen to me and had really only nodded
acceptance of her plans for me. Now she asked for me to add to my own degradation.
My head swam with confusion as I groped for an answer.

"Please give me rings like yours." I said looking to the two steel rings that
pierced each end of her moist pussy.

"I can do better than that little bitch, you can have my rings!"

When she had finished her little talk she retightened my gag took a big rubber prick
and pressed it into my ass. She left me lying there, a fat dildo in my ass hole and
her crop left clenched between my chin and neck. A final word to warn me of the
consequences of dropping it and she was gone.

I lay in a daze of warm throbbing excitement. At last the uncertainties of my life
were to be ironed out. Now that my independent life was over at last I could look
forward to the certainties of life as a slave. There was no longer even a hope of
escape. Even the resentment of Miss Clearmont's theft of my self-reliant life style
had been replaced with the knowledge that I had irrevocably moved from that world. I
would learn how to please my powerful Mistress's. Mistress Torment the giver of pain
and correction. She would guide me to better and more complete service and
gratitude. The authoritative Mistress Greta. With cock and fetters she would take
her rightful pleasures from my body, teaching me to give my all every time that the
slightest effort was demanded. Kathy, I simply loved Mistress Kathy. She who had led
me to my fall. But Kathy was not just my nemesis but also the goddess who had remade
me. She had given me to my fears and passions. I owed my new existence to her. Last
but not least there was the beautiful Miss Clearmont. She would stand benevolently
in the background. Praising me for good service and punishing me for not giving my
all. She was my guardian and surety of a long life of slavery. My life was now in
order and I could at last relax from uncertainty.

As I lay on the bench with no support for my head I gazed at the range of items on
the racks and hooks on the walls. Every one of them would bring Mistress Torment
pleasure in the days to come. That pleasure would be at my discomfort. I was sure
that I would become intimate with all of them as I was trained in the next phase of
my servitude. That thought did not upset me as much as the worry that I would fail
to please my Mistress's and receive deserving punishment. The thought was almost too
much to bear. That Mistress Torment should cane me for her pleasure was to be
expected. It was her right to dispose punishments for her enjoyment. What upset me
was that I would surely make mistakes and be punished for not being a good enough
sex slut. I would not fail my owners in that way.

Mistress Torment had my breasts operated on after a few days. The scars had nearly
healed but the pull of the weight made my chest ache. My ringed and studded nipples
were so stretched that they became the size of saucers. I suspected that they were
giving me hormones in my greasy food to fatten me faster. At last I was becoming the
slave that my Mistress" needed. I felt almost proud of the fact that I could accept
their alterations. I was not perfect for them, but I was becoming so.

Eleven Whore

Mistress Greta had a surprise for me. The scars from my operation had almost fully
healed and the visit to the dentist was organised but not due for a couple of weeks.
As soon as she came into the cell I knew from her look that she had something
special to say.

"It is time that you took Mistress Torment's place as my slave when I entertain
paying guests." She said. "This is a very special guest. He wishes to fuck and
punish a slave with a Mistress present. I have offered him you and he has accepted.
Tonight you will start to earn some money for Mistress Torment to pay for the great
expense that your improvements are costing."

I bowed my head and nodded agreement. The gag in my mouth let me speak no word.

"You will be called up to my private room tonight." Continued Mistress Greta. "There
you will utter no word unless you are asked a direct question. Every client believes
that the slaves are willing whores so no slave must give their client any idea that
this is not so. The client and I have already agreed a special code word that you
must use if the punishment goes too far. Unfortunately you will never know it, so do
not expect an easy time tonight."

With a click of heels Mistress Greta turned and left the little room. At last I was
going to be lent out to a man, even if only for a night. Despite Mistress Greta's
warning I could not believe that a man would treat me more harshly than my two
Mistresses. Dressed in nothing more than a gag attached to a ring in the wall I
waited to be called. Mistress Torment came to feed me. There was a secret smile on
her face as she spooned in the cold fatty food. In fact she was rather gentle and
did not even fondle my breasts as usual. Their size obviously excited her but it was
my discomfort that really turned her on. She had already told me a dozen times that
when I was fully healed she would spend a whole night punishing them just as a
celebration. She left with a pat on my swelling stomach. I had really put on weight
in the past weeks but was still not big enough for my owner.

Henry, the male slave came to wash me. As usual it was a cold impersonal affair.
Cold water and no conversation. Soon after he had left Mistress Greta returned. She
was dressed in a tightly strapped red leather suit that laced at the back to show
her large breasts contrasting to long legs and narrow hips. Her black patent boots
had spikes that must have been six inches high. On her head she wore a tight hood.
Her blonde hair was pulled through a hole in the back to form a long braid. The hood
framed her face with black allowing the dark makeup to look even more severe. She
attached a collar with a leash to me and then led me through the house. As we walked
she said. "Remember you are not to speak unless spoken too. The punishment for
disobedience will be so severe that I might have to send you to Mistress Jenny's
farm to get rid of you."

I shuddered and silently promised myself that I would not disappoint Mistress Greta
in any way. We were now moving through a part of the back of the house that I had
never seen before. It was plushly furnished with fine art on the walls and dark
furniture. There was no sign of sexual ornamentation at all. It could have been any
rich person's house. I felt out of place in this luxury. A naked slave in the abode
of her betters. We came to a heavy door with a gold handle. Mistress Greta opened
the door and led me into the room. It was a bedroom of great luxury. A four poster
bed, fully curtained, in the centre with other closets and wardrobes in mahogany.
Sitting on the black silk sheets was a middle-aged man in a suit. The man was
sitting with his back to us with a brown envelope in his hands. As we entered he
turned his head to face us and I realised that it was Jake Darrell, the senior
partner of my former law firm.

Jake took me in at a glance. Then he turned to the envelope and took out the
photographs of me that Miss Clearmont had taken all that time ago. Whilst he flicked
through them Mistress Greta dropped the leash and walked round to get a better view.


"The whore sure has changed a bit since these were taken." Said Jake to Mistress
Greta.

"She always wanted bigger tits." Replied the leather clad Mistress Greta. "I think
that she was sexier the way that she was but she likes to be a bit bigger. Don't
you; Denise?"

I nodded. I felt my breasts to be heavier than ever before. Jake dropped the photos
and came to stand in front of me. I could see the bulge made by his erect cock. His
breathing was faster and his eyes took in every detail of my body.

"I always fancied fucking you." He said. "Now you have spoiled all of that. Still,
as a whore you would not understand that any way would you?"

I left the question unanswered. Mistress Greta stood out of his vision behind him.
She made a movement with her hand. With it she clearly indicated that her slut was
to kneel in front of her former boss. Slowly I lowered myself onto my knees. Jake
looked down at me. The gag and leash clearly excited him but he seemed a little
unsure of the next move. Mistress Greta supplied it. Once again she silently
motioned me. Following her mimed instruction I reached up and pulled down the zipper
of his fly. The bulge underneath my hand was unmistakable and was swelling. With a
little pull I reached inside and freed his cock to stand proudly free.

"Denise is such a natural slut." Whispered Jake.

"That is true." Replied Mistress Greta as she walked round to stand behind me. With
a twist of the hand she freed me from my gag. "But she is moving a little too
quickly if you wish to spend the whole evening here."

My hand squeezed his cock slightly making him wince with the effort of restraining
himself. He stepped back slightly whilst I was held by my leash. It took him a few
moments to recover his poise.

Mistress Greta went on to explain the entertainment. "I will be the Mistress of
Pain. You, Jake, will be the Master. Denise will be the slave. I have prepared a
selection of items to help us punish our little slut. Even though it is clear Denise
likes to be disciplined severely we have agreed our code word if we go too far. I
should warn you that Denise is probably a lot less squeamish than you are. Do you
not agree little whore?"

"I love to serve Mistress." I almost choked on the words but the fear of Mistress
Greta and the turmoil of anticipation helped me speak. "I belong to you."

Jake's prick stood straighter. Its tip pointed at my face. I could see it jerking
slightly with his racing pulse. A small drop of moisture gathered at the small hole
at the tip and hung like a dewdrop. Jake was eager to get started but Mistress Greta
had not finished her dialogue.

"We have many hours of pleasure before us. If we want to make the most of it we must
prepare a little. I think that I will start off with a little fantasy that will put
us in the correct frame of mind for our punishment. There always has to be a reason
to punish and tonight is no different." She said.

Mistress Greta placed the sole of her boot between my shoulders and with a little
push had me on all fours. "This is Denise." Said Mistress Greta as she began to spin
her tale. "Denise used to work for a big law firm in New York. Then she got into the
SM. scene by meeting an old friend. One thing led to another and Denise got
blackmailed into becoming a slave."

Mistress Greta was telling my real story. I could not believe it. But Jake was
settling down to hear the details of the fantasy that was the truth. I could see the
lust in his eyes and his cock was twitching with anticipation.

"Denise gave away her whole life to her sadistic Mistress's and was indoctrinated as
a slut." Mistress Greta was pulling no punches. I wondered if Jake would see the
pictures that he had been sent and realise that there might be more to the story
than fantasy. On the other hand, even though he was a top lawyer and used to
forensic argument he was still a man. In fact even if he did realise he would do
nothing. After all, his visit to a bondage brothel would not be a fact that he would
wish to broadcast. No. He would accept the story as fantasy because he could not do
anything else. He was trapped by his own respectability.

"Slave Denise has now become the trapped cunt of her bitches will. She has even lost
her name and is now called whatever insult her evil Mistress uses at that moment." I
felt Mistress Greta rest one foot on my back as she spoke. Slowly it travelled down
my spine until the heel rested on my anus and the pointed tip rested in the small of
my back. "Our little cunt then finds that her latest customer is her former boss. He
had always wanted to fuck her while she was Denise but now that she has betrayed him
by fucking anyone he is going to punish her." The heel started to penetrate me as
Mistress Greta pressed down. Mistress Greta had made sure that Jake could see her
heel. He just stared as it sank into the hole. The Mistress Greta slowly pulled her
heel free. With a tug of the leash she pulled me round and said. "Lick my heels
bitch. Tell me you have to be punished for creating such a problem for Master
Darrell. Tell him how you must be punished.

I laid my head on the floor and started to lick the heel that was still warm with
the heat of my own ass. After a few moments I paused to speak. "Please punish me as
you wish Master. Please fuck and cane me. Fill me and fetter me."

"How do you think that you will be punished?" Asked my Master.

"I will be punished as my Mistress and Master decide." I replied.

"Before we start we have another little bit of preparation to make." Said Mistress
Greta. With that she went to a drawer and removed a glass jar with a screw lid.
Bringing the jar to me she opened it and placed it before me. A jerk of the leash
and I was kneeling in front of Jake again. "The cunt will rub some of this cream
into the Masters cock. It will slow down his stimulation and prevent him coming
until he is ready."

I rubbed the cream into the master's prick with slow movements. At first I thought
that he might actually come but the cream's effect was immediate. When I had done
Mistress Greta took the Master's cock in her hand. Slowly she rubbed it to full
stiffness. Her other arm was round his shoulder and her lips touched his briefly.
She whispered something into his ear that I could not hear and he nodded agreement.
Mistress Greta clapped her leather-clad hands sharply. The door opened and a slave
brought in a small table with an iced bucket of champagne and two glasses. Master
and Mistress sat on the edge of the bed while the champagne was served. The slave
then left the room.

"Our little problem is now a pleasure." Said Mistress Greta.

"Yes, we must plan our punishment carefully. Our slave must suffer much torment but
we are first going to relax and enjoy the sight of her anticipation." He replied.

"We could consider a little entertainment first if you like. While we sip our
champagne our slave will first perform for us." Whispered Mistress Greta in her low
voice.

"That is a pleasant idea." He replied.

Mistress Greta walked over to one of the dressers and took a whip from one of the
drawers. The handle was in the shape of a large cock and held braided leather
thongs. She placed it on the floor in front of me and sat down again.

"Whilst we drink our champagne you will entertain us. Make sure that it's good or we
will punish you with a much more severe whip for disobedience." She told me in a
serious voice. I looked at the whip and saw that there were small lead balls woven
into the braids. I could not imagine a more punishing whip. Even a light stroke
would be agony.

Mistress Greta sat next to my Master. One hand rested on his erection the other held
the chilled glass of champagne. My Master sipped his champagne and watched me,
waiting for me to entertain him. I picked up the whip and was surprised by it's
weight. Since I did not wish to thrash myself I had to play with the prick shaped
grip. I took it in both hands and mimed sucking it. Memories of my rose tutor at
Mistress Jenny's house came back to me and I treated the rubber cock to an oral
fantasy.

Mistress Greta lit a long cigarette and watched me for a moment. "This slave loves
sucking cock. In fact she has begged me to arrange her a little change to herself
that will help her serve as a prick tease whore. There are so many men who would
prefer their oral slave to have a beautiful soft mouth."

"I would love to use a slut with no sharp teeth." Replied my Master. "I presume that
I may return after the operation to meet your whore again."

"Of course. It will be a pleasure to help you to fuck her mouth."

Mistress Greta bent to kiss his throbbing cock. A red smear of lipstick circled his
purple tip. She kept one hand on his organ and kissed him. Her tongue entered his
mouth whilst her hand fluttered with sharp fingernails over his balls and prick.

"Her oral show is interesting." Gasped my Master to me. "But do not let it go on too
long slut. I would prefer you to fuck yourself."

With a flourish of the cigarette and a gesture Mistress Greta indicated that I
should do something else. I now had the rubber prick as wet as I needed and placed
it on the lips of my cunt. I had only to push a little and I would be fucking
myself. One look at Mistress Greta and I pushed. The long dildo slipped in. I pushed
and pulled building up a rhythm. I could feel my juices begin to flow. The
excitement was taking me over. I started to enjoy the penetration. The dildo was
perfect. It's ridged and stippled surface stimulated the walls of my cunt. One of my
fingers strayed to my clit and I almost forgot my audience. I could see that
Mistress Greta was undressing my Master. Sitting astride him she slowly undid his
tie and shirt with a clicking of long nails. Every now and again she touched his
cock. Either with her hand for a fleeting moment, or she allowed her leather-clad
crotch to lower far enough to graze the sensitive tip. Her tongue played over his
lips and face and traces of her lipstick on his lips were evidence to the ardour of
their contact.

The dildo coursed it's way between my trembling thighs. In and out. I felt the lead
scourges in amongst the braids. Some part of me longed to test the whip. After Miss
Clearmont had proved to me that the whip and orgasm were part of the same; this more
painful whip might offer more pleasure. I tried to avoid climaxing but the thoughts
of being scourged and fucked were too much and I came.

Mistress Greta had my Master fully stripped. Astride him with her large breasts
pressed to his chest she was playing with his cock with one hand whilst
alternatively smoking and kissing him. Master Jake was watching me fuck myself. He
whispered into Mistress Greta's ear and she nodded.

"Would you like to ream your ass now my little cunt?" She asked. But the answer
could only be "Yes".

I pulled the dildo a final time from my dripping cunt and pushed the well-lubricated
tip into my ass. It took a moment to enter but then it slipped in without effort.
Slowly I built up a rhythm. My Master seemed satisfied but Mistress Greta was not.

"Fuck yourself faster you lazy ass hole. You will regret being idle when we get to
deciding your punishment" She hissed.

For a moment I thought that Master Jake was going to intervene for me but Mistress
Greta whispered to him again and then gently cupped his balls. I speeded up the
movement of the dildo and watched Mistress Greta flick her tongue over his lips and
her nails over his cock and groin.

I must have alternately fucked my pussy and asshole half a dozen times before my two
owners finally finished the champagne. Master Jake was naked. His powerful erection
was smeared with lipstick. Mistress Greta had another cigarette in her hand but her
costume was as complete as when I had first seen her. Even the zippers that allowed
access were undisturbed. While Master Jake stood over me to watch me perform
Mistress Greta lit the two candles. She seemed almost casual but she was controlling
the whole situation. After the candles she went to the dresser and picked some
fetters and rope from a drawer.

"Would you like to fetter our bitch or shall I?" She asked.

"I bow to your experience." He replied.

With the pointed toe of one boot she separated my hand from the dildo. That left it
half in my cunt so she pushed it right in with her foot. To my arms and ankles she
attached fetters. Then dragging me up by my hair she led me to the bed. The other
ends of the shackles were attached to the tops and feet of the end posts of the four
poster bed. Standing spread-eagled with the braids of the whip hanging between my
thighs I could feel the weight of my breasts. The lead scourges tapped the insides
of my thighs. Mistress Greta switched out the light. The flickering of the candles
made the room dance before my eyes. Master Jake came to admire his captive slut. He
ran his hands over my body. My breasts, thighs and ass were explored. With
increasing boldness he inspected the rings in my nipples and the small gold ring in
my clit. His hand ran over my smooth groin and then to my bald head. He pressed
against me and kissed me while one hand fumbled until it had my clit ring in a
strong grip. As he slipped his tongue into my mouth he twisted the ring sharply. I
gasped and felt his rampant prick press into the softness of my stomach. His tongue
felt its way over the stud in my tongue. Then his fingers turned to my cunt. They
probed and groped their way inside and out getting to know every detail.

"Our slut likes to be given a little pain with her pleasure." Said Mistress Greta.
In her hand she had a thin cane. Coming from the back she laid it on my ass. I
struggled for a moment. Master Jake gripped me and pressed close. Another blow and
he was gripping my nipple rings. I cried out, he looked questioningly at Mistress
Greta but she simply landed another blow across my butt. As I struggled he mauled
me. It did not take much more before he gave my huge breasts an experimental slap. I
scarcely noticed it with Mistress Greta thrashing my ass.

I could feel myself starting to climax. My thighs and legs trembled as Mistress
Greta cut me with the cane and Master Jake played roughly with my huge breasts. When
he probed my cunt again with his strong hand I came.

I hung slackly in the grip of the shackles. With increasing excitement Master Jake
probed my dripping cunt with one hand. The other slapped my breasts with increasing
severity

"Denise. You really are a slut. I just love your massive tits they are so good to
tease." Said Master Jake.

"I have another little game to play if you want." Said Mistress Greta to my former
boss. "We will have to take her down, but you will be able to fuck her."

Almost reluctantly he stopped slapping me and helped Mistress Greta to untie me and
put me on all fours. Mistress Greta took one of the candles from its holder. When he
saw what she was going to do, Master Jake parted the cheeks of my ass with both
hands and started to press his prick into my hole. Slowly he eased his erection into
my anus as Mistress Greta came to stand by my head. I started to lick the leather
covering her powerful thighs. The whip in my cunt moved in time with his powerful
strokes. It turned me on to be double fucked.

"Lick my boots slave." She ordered as I felt a drop of hot wax fall on my back.

The pain was not bad but the shock of the heat on my naked flesh made me jump.
Meanwhile my master was fucking me. I could feel my breasts sway to the rhythm, my
ringed nipples grazing the floor. Mistress Greta's boots were smooth on my tongue.
The splashing of hot wax on my back was encouraging me to lick thoroughly. It was a
long time before Master Jake withdrew and moved to kneel at Greta's feet. With a
strong grip on my ears he guided my mouth over his throbbing prick. I could feel the
little jerks and then he orgasmed. The come drove deep into my throat but he held my
head and made me gulp it down. Master Jake then pulled the whip handle from my cunt
and seemed to be about to test it on my ass. The drip of the wax on my back stopped
and I heard Mistress Greta blow out he flame. Master Jake started to move my head
back and forth as he built up another erection. Then with a sudden thrust the candle
was pushed into my cunt. I would have cried out in shock if my Master's giant cock
had not been pushing to the back of my straining mouth.

I heard Mistress Greta unzip her costume. Her whole smooth leather suit came off
above the waist leaving her shuddering breasts exposed. She offered a nipple to my
Master's mouth while one hand slipped to her crotch. Master Jake came again. As he
did so he slapped my face with the back of his hand.

"Bitch, you made me come again too soon." He shouted.

Mistress Greta unzipped her crotch. I heard a gasp of surprise from Master Jake as
her huge erection sprang into view.

With a smile Mistress Greta said. "I get to fuck the bitch now. Pass me my cane or
will you thrash the cunt for me?"

"She needs a flogging for making me come, I'll do it."

Mistress Greta fucked my ass. Her movements pushed the candle deeper into my cunt as
my master cut me with the cane. He started on my ass and worked his way up my back.
Then he started to flick the cane at my hanging tits. I felt another orgasm coming
on but Mistress Greta came first and they both slowed down depriving me of my
climax.

My two tormentors sat on the edge of the bed. I had not been ordered to move so I
rested on all fours with the candle poking out of my pussy and come leaking from
every orifice.

Mistress Greta was fondling her cock while Master Jake admired her breasts. His hand
touched her nipples and fingered the ring for a moment before wandering over her
taught belly and hovering near her upright cock.

"Do you like my little prick?" said Mistress Greta as she put a hand on his wrist.

"It was a surprise." He admitted. "But it is interesting."

"If you need cunt you always have the use of my slave. Her entire body is yours to
torment and enjoy as you wish." Said Mistress Greta. "That is what I like about this
slut. She is so useable. She begs to be punished. In fact she has never asked me to
stop. I am sure that I will find her limits but I haven't yet."

Mistress Greta guided Master Jake's hand to her cock while she slid the other hand
up his back to the back of his head.

"I should like it if you gently sucked my nipples." She said as she slowly pushed
his head so that his lips brushed the dark tips of her breasts. He pursed his lips
and took in the nipple. I watched Mistress Greta manipulate Jake. I felt awe at her
control. She always got her way. Jake gently sucked her nipples and did not seem to
notice his hand being placed on Mistress Greta's prick. Mistress Greta's hand played
with his hair for a moment before once again pressing the back of his head. Now that
Jake's hand was on her cock she moved her other hand to his groin. Her gloves
gripped him and started to pull. With steady strokes she built him up. When the
excitement made his breathing ragged she pushed his head down to her thighs. There
seemed to be a moment of resistance but Mistress Greta was firmly in control. His
lips closed round the tip of her cock and his cheeks pinched in as he started to
suck obediently. Greta did not push him to the limit but put him back onto her
nipples before she could come in his mouth. Instead she waved me to her groin.

"Suck my prick bitch slave. I need to come." She ordered.

I crawled between her leather-clad thighs and sucked her cock. It was only moments
before she gushed come into my mouth. I felt a hand grip my breast. Master Jake was
pulling and twisting me.

"Denise used to be such a closed legged prim little shit in the office." He said.
"Now she is a perfect slut. You really must come and pay me a visit after office
hours. I would love to be fucked by you in your old office."

"My dear Jake." Said Mistress Greta. "Denise does not fuck. She gets fucked. That's
the way that she likes it. I'll tell you what. Why don't you come back for another
session in about a months time?"

"What is happening then?" Replied Master Jake.

"Denise is paying to have some very special work done to herself. It might be nice
if you could come and see the results." Came the answer.

"I would be delighted to come." My parting gift from Master Jake was another sharp
slap in the face. "What a fucking whore you are Denise." He said. "I would not have
believed the change in you if I had not seen you enjoying it so much."

"Say, "Thank you" to Jake." Said Mistress Greta.

"Thank you for allowing me to please you." I said.

"She's such a good little bitch." Said Mistress Greta to him. "I would be so sorry
if she decided to leave us here but I'm sure that she is determined to stay and
enjoy our ministrations."

"I hope so, because I would like to fuck the slut again and test the limits of her
resolution." He said as they passed through the door.

As they went down the corridor I heard Mistress Greta organising the next visit. The
last words I heard her say were, "She has mentioned that she would love to be
branded, perhaps you could help label her."

I knelt on the floor. My leash snaked across the thick carpet and my breasts touched
my knees. The slap that Master Jake had given me still throbbed on my cheek. I felt
like I must have looked, a cunt slave ready to be punished and pleasured as was the
will of my betters.

When at long last I was led back to my cell Mistress Torment was waiting for me. For
a moment she inspected me. Then she showed me the little whip that Miss Clearmont
had used on my naked pussy.

"It is time to celebrate your big tits my dear. I have brought along an old friend
to meet them." She said. "It has already had the acquaintance of your cunt, now it
gets to meet your giant breasts."

Twelve Slave Writer

My breasts rest on the desk like the vast melons that they have become. A short iron
chain is all that binds me but it connects the ring in my clit to the rough wooden
stool so that I cannot move. Occasionally Mistress Torment comes in to see how I am
doing at my tasks and cuts me with a cane if I am not making progress.

I can see the welts on my tits, the ones on my ass and back show their presence by
the throb of bruised skin. My body is growing even larger and slacker on the diet of
fat and other such food. The only exercise that I get is to be led from one
punishment or pleasure to the next. Ridges of fat and folds on my once tight belly
enhance my once thin figure. I am not Denise anymore but an engineered sex slave who
will go to any length to avoid the next punishment and to please her Mistress's. But
the changes are much deeper than my appearance; they have penetrated my mind.
Punishment is inevitable as Mistress Greta fucks my mouth and ass; and Mistress
Torment fucks my body by changing and improving me. But in a way the punishment is a
relief to me, it gives me assurance of my place and the secure feeling of being
looked after. It is proof of care.

Kathy paid us a visit. Pete followed her in like a good dog. His unusable prick hung
flaccid almost hiding the small scar where his balls had been.

"He's such a good lover with his mouth that he does not need his little prick. Do
you my pet?"

Pete nodded and said, "I love you Mistress Kathy."

Kathy patted him on the groin, but his prick did not stir.

"He asked me specially to have his balls removed, didn't you my sweet?"

Pete nodded once.

A smiled flickered across her lips for a moment as her fingers reached the empty
space beneath his flaccid cock and then slipped to the sensitive tip. Her fingertips
played over the glans and pulled back his foreskin but there was no reaction, no
sign of an erection.

She then turned to me and squeezed both of my enormous breasts with both hands and
said, "Well Denise you do look a tasty sight in that tight rubber dress with your
tits hanging like ripe fruit. I like the ring in your cunt as well; it really makes
you look the part. You really are putting on some weight at last my dear. I have
never seen you looking so good." She laughed and then continued, "It was really
rather better that I didn't get you as a slave because our earlier friendship might
have made me too considerate towards you. Training must be severe to really be
effective. I must say though, that you make a fine set of holes for Greta's prick.
Did you know that she plans to feature you in a series of porn movies? I shall buy
them to remind me of you."

I felt Kathy cup my breasts. Her strong fingers rolled the tips of my nipples with a
slow smooth motion. A flicker of discomfort as my slave rings moved only added to
the pleasure. Her support of my breasts, their soft flesh overflowing her hands;
made me lean back a little. Kathy's hand slipped down my swelling stomach to my
naked cunt lips. Her fingers pressed against my thighs causing them to part
obediently. A touch of the ring that pierced my clit and then a stroke of my inner
lips. I responded by edging forward on the chair as she slipped a finger into me.

"My, my, you have become a responsive captive my dear friend." She said as her thumb
twiddled the ring and her lips closed upon mine. I felt her tongue search my mouth,
finding my bare gums and exploring my pierced tongue. The strumming of her thumb
became more insistent and my body responded with an explosive orgasm. Her other hand
explored my breasts and nipples and twisted the rings embedded through them. I could
feel myself becoming excited again and gave myself to the feeling. Understanding my
need she pulled at the rings sharply causing the now familiar pain and pleasure. Her
tongue ran over my bare gums while her fingers gasped my clit. At that moment I
realised that I loved her with all my heart. She understood my extreme pleasure at
the pain causing me to shudder to a climax that made me heave against the restraint
of my chains. I tried to raise my fettered hands to her shuddering breasts and my
clit chain pulled at the ring.

"I love you too Denise. But you belong to Miss Torment not me. She will look after
you well and train you." She whispered.

My hands fell from her breasts as she drew away almost reluctantly. For a moment she
stood looking at me before turning away; then she left the room without a backward
glance; Pete followed her with bowed head.

Master Jake has also visited a number of times. In fact he comes quite often to the
house. Mistress Greta is twisting him round her finger. It is not that she wants him
as a slave. No, she is building him up to be a merciless Master. He is ever more
confident with the punishments. Slowly he is overcoming his squeamishness about sex
and pain. The result is that he whips and canes me harder and is forever seeking to
push me to my limit. He does not realise that Mistress Greta sets my limits and she
would never call a halt. A few days ago Mistress Greta persuaded him to let her come
in his mouth. She has a grip and does not let go. Kathy was right all those months
ago. I have a suspicion that when he is ready Mistress Greta will tell him the truth
about me. When she does it won't upset him. It will excite him and make him want to
own his own slut.

There is one last thing to tell. I did have an idea to raise the money for the
operations that will complete my transformation. Mistress Torment sensed that I did
and got it out of me. I was reluctant because I felt that I would not do her
justice. Then she made me start to work for her. Because the final irony is that I
have to write this novel to raise the money that Mistress Torment needs to complete
my sexual enslavement. She has the advance in her black nailed hands now; my future
is slavery, sexual service and degradation but I have come to accept it. Now I am
taking pleasure and pain as it comes.
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