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Updated feb 2 - 2010
(M+/f+, cons, slavery, BDsm, exhib, modif, beast, Humil, rough, rough)
pauliner (at) 37 (dot) com
NICOLE; JOUNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
Nicole sat patiently in the posh outer office of her Master. In the hour plus
since her arrival in answer to His summons, she had let her mind wander down
many paths. How many times had she sat here like this in the past six months;
was it eight, twelve, more? She really couldn't be sure. What would people think
about this rich and powerful corporate legend if they learned of His
relationship with her? Or did people know? Did His silver-haired matronly
secretary know why she sat here and waited in silence, ensconsed on the rich
burgundy leather sofa? She had to know, or at least have an idea as to why this
raven headed beauty would sit here in a full length black leather trench coat,
so quickly after she placed the telephone call. Was she aware that the coat was
all that kept her nakedness a secret? Or was it not a secret at all? Why was the
secretary here at her desk? After all, it was past 2:00 in the afternoon on a
beautiful Saturday in August. Why didn't she speak to her? Why did her eyes
always look away whenever Nicole looked up?
The outer office was quite large and had been decorated in a way that was
subdued, but didn't belie the obvious wealth of the man to whom it belonged.
Original oils hung on the walls above the dark walnut wainscoating. The carpet,
which was a shade lighter than the sofa and chairs, had a pile that was tick and
more reminiscent of a master bedroom than an executive's office. The secretary's
desk was massive, but plain, and stood as a highly polished sentinel to the
private inner office. It was also devoid of the normal trappings one would
expect to find. There was no "in & out" basket, no roladex, no computer, nor
even a phone. Just a handsome desk- set, blotter, and desk lamp. In the corner,
behind the desk, stood a nine-foot turn of the century grandfather clock, which
subtley proclaimed her Master's true self, both the minute and hour hands had
been removed and were replaced by hands shaped like riding crops, Master's
favorite whip.
Nicole could feel the drops of moisture gather and roll from her perfumed
underarms, slowly making their way down her sides to the seat of the sofa. Her
hands were damp and clammy, as her nerves steadily began to take hold of her.
Had He ever made her wait this long before? Had she displeased Him in some way
known only to Him? Trying to make herself believe that the anticipation and
waiting was worse than the impending audience with Master did little to allay
her nervous nibble on her bottom lip. Unexpectedly, His secretary rose, and
opened the door to the inner office. Nicole took her cue, and, trembling
slightly, stood and walked through the heavy oak door that lead to His private
office.
No words were spoken, as she slowly walked across the seemingly endless
expanse of hardwood floor, but no words were required, she knew her place.
Nicole went straight to the closet that was hidden in the paneled wall to the
left of His desk. She removed the leather coat and hung it carefully on a
hanger. Her spike heels were taken off and placed on the closet floor. Once she
was completely naked, she pulled open a drawer in the back of the closet and
took her slave collar out, fastening it snuggly around her smooth throat. She
then closed the drawer and the closet door, and walking back in front of the
desk, she knelt down, with her head bowed, her eyes closed, her arms folded
behind her back, hands clasping her elbows, her knees and mouth open, and she
waited once again
For Nicole, time wasn't measured in seconds, or even minutes. It was measured
in the size of the pool of sweat that fell on the hard floor. It was measured in
the slowly growing ache in her knees and shoulders as she fought to remain
perfectly still. It was measured in the pounding of her heart, as she awaited
that which only her Master knew.
Finally, after an eternity, in His soft but measured baritone voice, Master
began to speak:
"Nicole, today I met with an old friend, who it also a wealthy client of
Mine. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, he informed Me of a formal garden
party, which he is having at his estate this afternoon. He has invited you and I
to attend, along with eight other couples. My friend, I might add, is fully
aware of our relationship and of our participation in the S & M scene. His other
guests are strangers to Me, and are not into the scene.
"I told my friend that I have recently been very unhappy with your attitude
and that your behavior was grossly lacking. I, therefore, had to decline his
invitation on those grounds. He begged Me to reconsider my decision, but I
thanked him and remained steadfast, stating that in all probability, I would
just go home and punish you for causing Me to miss his party.
"Being the good friend that he is, he suggested and compromise. You and I
could attend his affair, but we could use it as a vehicle for your punishment.
He feels that seeing the eight other couples view your punishment would be quite
enjoyable for him. I remarked that since you had rarely been exhibited or
humiliated in front of people outside of the scene, that this should be an
excellent opportunity to enhance your continued slave training. I then agreed
that we would attend the party, but with one stipulation. I offered you as the
entertainment for the afternoon. Our host graciously accepted my offer.
"As I said, this is quite a formal affair, requiring dinner jackets and full
length gowns. Butlers, waiters, maids, and other servants will be in attendance
to see to the guest's various needs. You, however, will not need to be concerned
over your choice of attire. You will need to wear only three things. Since you
will be escorted to the party on your dog leash, you will wear your studded
black leather dog collar, your pair of four inch black spike heels, and your
most copious pair of nipple rings. To further enhance the effect of the black
leather and steel against your smooth white skin, you are to remove all of your
body hair from your armpits down, paying particular attention to not leaving any
stubble around your cunt and asshole. And, if I may make a suggestion, since
this afternoon's weather forecast calls for high humidity and temperatures in
the mid-nineties, I would recommend that you take great care in the selection
and generosity of your perfume. We wouldn't want any of the guests to leave
because you offended their sense of smell.
"Our host is sending his private car to pick us up, so you will have no need
of any clothing whatsoever.
"I have given a great deal of thought about your dual role as the
entertainment for the party and your much deserved punishment. You will,
therefore, need to get the following items from your "toy chest" and bring them
with you: a penis gag, a set of nipple weights, a butt plug, a selection of
different whips, (possibly a cane, a cat, a crop, a birch rod, and whatever you
prefer), a pair of rings to compliment the ones in your nipples, and one larger
ring that will stand out from the others. Remember to choose the whips wisely,
as the length and severity of your punishment will be reflected by the choices
you make.
"When we arrive, one of the valets will lead you on your leash to the lawn
where the party will be taking place. We will be arriving late to insure that
the other guests will already be there. In that way we will provide the guests
with the opportunity to witness your entrance. At this point, you will be
chained to a stake in the ground. The penis gag will be firmly strapped into
your mouth, the nipple weights attached to your nipples, and the ungreased butt
plug will be shoved into your ass. You will be thusly on display for the
remainder of the cocktail hour and the serving of the entree. I will try to
remember to have a butler bring you a dish of water from a toilet, should you
get thirsty, but since I have the only key to your penis gag, I would also have
to remember to come over to you and unlock it.
"In between the entree and the dessert, you will begin the entertainment. I
will remove the gag and a valet will remove your weights and butt plug. Please
do not forget to lick it clean before it is put away. The valet will then lead
you on your leash over to where the women are seated. You will introduce
yourself to the women, and explain to them what you are and what your sole
purpose is. At this time, you will show them the different whips and explain to
them what they are for. Keep in mind, that in all probability, the female guests
have never seen whips before and they do not know of their varied applications.
They will need instructions from you as to which whip is the best to use on your
breasts, or which one will raise immediate welts on your ass and thighs. They do
not know which one is the most effective choice when whipping your cunt, or even
which one will draw blood by the second stroke. You are to beg each of the women
to mete out five lashed each with the whip of their choice. You must guide them
in their choices and convince them to be severe. If you do not, then the man
will be given the same opportunity. When they have selected a whip, you will
position yourself to as to provide the clearest access to their chosen target.
Of course you will thank them after the deliverance of each lash, and kiss their
feet after the fifth one.
"When all eight women have finished whipping you, you will be escorted to the
table where the meal was served. I have had the good fortune of dining at this
table, and I must say it is magnificent. The legs are made of wrought iron and
the top is a heavy sheet of clear glass. You will lie down on the table and be
bound spread-eagled to the four legs. As the guests watch, I will then pierce
the lips of your cunt and insert the rings you chose. After the guests have all
had a chance to handle and examine the rings, I will pierce your clitoris and
insert the larger ring. At this point, you will be untied. You are then to climb
under the table and accept the offering of the male guests and our host in your
mouth. Please take extra care to see that you swallow all of the seed you are
given.
"Have you any questions?"
"No, Master," she replied.
"Very well. Then go and prepare yourself, we leave in an hour."
NICOLE, JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 2
MISTRESS AND THE COUNTESS
"Courtney Havilland......COURTNEY HAVILLAND," Nicole muttered aloud, as she
rode in the back seat of the sleek black Jaguar. The name stuck in her throat
like a bitter pill, conjuring up long suppressed memories of her two and a half
year association with the "Super Bitch" back in college. Courtney with the
flaming red Mercedes 450SL. Courtney with the surfer blond hair cascading over
her shoulders in a strapless gown at the Homecoming Ball. Courtney, president of
the most prestigious sorority house on campus, Tri-Pi.
Nicole had been working her way through college with a loan string of loans
and the work study program, slaving away on the food service line twenty-five
hours per week. Clearing plates, busing tables, washing the floors, and all the
while listening to the snide comments Courtney would make at a volume just loud
enough to be audible. During Rush Week of her Junior year, Nicole had been asked
to pledge Tri-Pi. Still too naive to see through the thinly veiled disguise of
the offer, she had accepted the invitation. Eight weeks of pledging activities
ensued: hazing doing cleaning chores at the stately sorority house, serving the
needs of the sisters, all the while keeping up with her own studies and work
load. .All of these things she endured, truly believing she would be accepted
as a member when Hell week ended.
Then, on the final night of Hell week, it all came to a crashing end. Nicole
was lead into a secret anteroom in the basement of the Tri-Pi house where they
told her that she was to be prepared for her final test before becoming a
sister. Blindfolded, stripped naked, and gagged with her own panties, her hands
were bound behind her back and she was taken into then hidden ceremonial room
and tied to an eight foot bondage cross in the center of the room. Her ankles,
thighs, wrists, upper arms, waist and neck were firmly secured to the cross with
leather straps.
After an eternity passed, her blindfold was torn off her face and floodlights
flashed on from all sides of the room, bathing her in a fierce light. A figure
in a long black hooded robe approached and knelt before her, and using a large
hunting knife, proceeded to shave all of the hair from her pubis. When she was
smooth and clean, the figure stood and pulled a large black dildo out of a
pocket in the side of the robe, and slipping behind Nicole, buried it in her ass
with one shocking jab. Nicole's muffled scream was the only sound in the room.
A different hooded figure appeared out of the darkened shadows leading the
sorority's mascot, an enormous Irish Wolfhound, on a thick leash. The figure
pointed the beast's face at the poor girl's crotch, and instantly a cold wet
nose probed the orifice, followed quickly by it's lapping tongue.
"Look girls, I told you she was an animal," a voice broke the silence, "Look
how Brutus takes to her." Laughter burst out all around the room.
"I think she's done this before," another voice added, "she really seems to
like it a lot!"
"When Brutus has had enough, maybe she should service him with those pouty
lips of hers." That voice was familiar to Nicole, for it belonged to Courtney
Havilland.
Then all at once, the dog was pulled from her dripping cunt, but before she
could gather her thoughts, it began. Slowly at first, and then faster and more
continuous. The first used tampon struck Nicole on the cheek under her left eye,
leaving a smear of blood as it fell to the floor. More tampons, soiled sanitary
pads, and spent condoms followed, leaving their marks on her from her face to
her feet.
"I always said she dresses like a rag, now she's gone and proved me right.
She evens wears our old rags."
"This tramp is a bloody mess," Courtney again, but this time with in a mock
Cockney accent. The assemblage laughing aloud at that one. "She really wants to
be treated like a piece......of.........SHIT1" And with the word shit, Nicole
was struck in the chest, between her breasts, with a handful of Brutus'
excrement. The odor caused her to cough. More dog shit was flung at Nicole,
striking her in the stomach, legs and face, while taunting jeers and shouts
filled her ears.
When she finally realized it was over, she opened her eyes and saw that the
floodlights had been shut off, and only a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling lit
the room. That was when she saw the video camera ten feet in front of her, with
the record light still on. A tape recording her humiliation for all time.
"Brittany and Alexis, untie this tramp and put her out of our house. How she
ever thought that she could be our sister is an insult to the history of this
sorority," Courtney said.
Nicole felt the straps loosening from her body, and then hands grabbed both
of her arms and pushed her up the basement stairs and into the backyard of the
house. Thankfully, it was dark outside, as she was not given back her clothes.
She pulled the dildo out of her ass, removed her gag, and slipped into her
saliva soaked panties. Slowly and cautiously she made her way back to her dorm,
keeping to the back alleys and wooded paths to avoid detection, all the while on
the watch to see if any Tri-Pi's was waiting in ambush for her.
When she finally reached her dorm room, still covered with the signs of her
ordeal, she found a copy of the video tape and a note from Courtney explaining
that if she ever tried to associate with any of the sisters again, the tape
would be mailed to her parents, or possibly her husband after she married, or
maybe even to a prospective employer when she went looking for a job.
Of course she dropped out of school that very night, pacing her bag and
taking the 5:30AM Greyhound for the long and lonely nine hour bus ride home.
Courtney Havilland.......how could Master ever put her in a situation where
she would be forced to confront that monster again? Of course she knew that the
answer was simple. He wasn't aware of Nicole's past experiences with Courtney,
but even if she were to tell Him what had happened to her those twelve years
before, she knew that He would do nothing to alter the path she now had to take.
Master had summoned her, as was his way, to His plush corporate office last
Tuesday. True to His time honored ritual, after entering His office, she removed
all of her clothing, put on her slave collar, and knelt before his desk, with
her head bowed, knees spread, and her arms folded behind her back. He spoke to
her of an old friend of His, Mistress Ilsa, a well known participant in the S &
M scene. He told her that He owed Mistress a favor, and that She now wanted to
collect on it by borrowing Nicole's services for an afternoon. Acknowledging His
indebtedness to Mistress, Master readily agreed to lending Nicole to Her
whenever she would be required. This is what had sent Nicole to her appointment
with Mistress Ilsa last Friday morning.
Nicole had been on time for her meeting with Mistress at the townhouse
address that Master had provided. He told her that, like Himself, Mistress was
also a devotee of ritual, and that She would expect total obedience and
submission from her. When Nicole rang the bell at the front door, she was not at
all prepared for what she would see. She was met at the door by a young woman
who was completely naked. All of her body hair from head to foot was gone. Heavy
stainless steel rings pierced her nipples and labia. Her left breast bore a
recent brand. Before Nicole could recover her composure, the woman ordered her
to undress right there on the doorstep, and place the clothes in the garbage can
to the right of the door. When Nicole was naked, the girl handcuffed her hands
behind her back and escorted her through the door.
Nicole was lead down a long stairway that ended in a dark hall in the
basement of the townhouse. At the end of the hallway was a full length mirror,
which Nicole was made to stand in front of. Lights suddenly came on her, so that
her reflection in the mirror was all she could see. Then at once, a voice came
out of the darkness, directed at her. "Slave Nicole, I am Mistress Ilsa. You are
to refer to Me only as Mistress, for My name is too hallowed to be uttered from
the mouth of a slut slave. The image that you see reflected before you is Mine
and Mine alone, to do with as I please: to use, abuse, humiliate, and display
however and whenever it suits Me. Your Master has given you to Me, so you are
now My possession.
"Because you do not know me, I will explain what it is that I have in mind
for you. But, at any time in the future when I may have some use for you, you
may be assured that I will not explain myself, because I do not need to explain
to a possession how that possession is to be used. Do I make myself clear,
cunt?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Very good. Now here is My situation. I belong to a small bridge group that
meets weekly, rotating to the homes of the different members. Recently, a new
woman joined our group. To say that I abhor her is an understating of my
feelings toward her. She is a smug and pretentious bitch, so self-involved as to
think that the world exists for her! I, however, plan to show her the error of
her ways.
"A few of the ladies I play with are aware of my place in the world of S & M,
but most of them are not. The next meeting of our group is scheduled for this
bitch's house, so I have devised little plan to get her out of our groupd
forever.
"This woman's name is Countess Rahman. She married some rich Arab oil magnate
who is in his late sixties and he bought her a title. Amazing what money can do.
I have arranged for her maid to be out of town for the next few days on a family
emergency. Knowing how upsetting it would be for her to host the bridge group
without her maid, I have come to the rescue and offered her the use of mine.
That, of course, is you.
"When will you get your next period?"
"It should start this Tuesday, Mistress."
"And what days is usually your haviest flow?"
"That would be the third day, Mistress, so it should be on Thursday."
"Perfect. That's what your Master told Me, but I wanted to be sure, because
it plays a big part in my plans. You will be brought here to My house Thursday
morning by My chauffeur. He will pick you up at 8:00AM. We need to leave for the
bridge group by 11:00, so this should give us the time we will need to prepare
you. Did you happen to notice my slave, the one who let you in?"
"Yes, Mistress."
And what, my little cunt, did you notice about her?"
"Well, Mistress, she has no hair on her head, or anywhere else."
"Yes, and what else?"
"She wears rings through her nipples and pussy."
"Of course she bears rings, you timid bitch, but she has no pussy. That
pierced object is a cunt. A pussy is something you would find on a sixteen year
old virgin, not on a slave. What else did you see?"
"Her breast has been branded, Mistress."
"And did you get a chance to inspect it, slave?"
"No, Mistress."
"Well then, we shall have to remedy that. Whore!" she yelled. "Come in here
at once." A door in the hall opened, and the slave girl silently appeared.
"Slave Nicole, this is whore. She has no name. Only a term that describes
her. None of My slaves have names, as they are not worthy of a name. Whore,
unlock her handcuffs."
Nicole felt the pressure on her wrists subside when the steel cuffs were
removed.
"whore, Nicole has been lent to Me by her Master, so she is not truly My
slave. At least, not yet! Please tell Slave Nicole why you have no hair."
"Yes, my Mistress. Mistress does not allow any hair on any of Her slaves as
hair can be both a distracting decoration of the body and a means of hiding
parts of the body. Mistress demands that Her slaves be visible at all times and
wants nothing to compete with the reality of our nakedness. We are always naked
in Her presence and openly offer it to Her as a sign of our willingness to serve
Her.
"Now whore, show her your brand. Nicole, I want you to put your fingers into
it and feel the depth of it. Notice the contrast of the smooth silky skin of her
breast with that of the scarred burn tissue in the brand. Whore, why do you bear
My brand?"
It is really quite simple. I am what I am for Mistress. I exist for Mistress.
I proudly display Her marks upon my body as proof that I please Her."
"Now, Nicole, since you are not truly My slave, but just a trainee, I will
not require that that raven black hair of yours be shorn, but I will, however,
expect that all of that offensive hair around your cunt and asshole be gone
before Thursday. And I want you to know that I have a delicious surprise in
store for that lovely left breast of yours, but I will wait until Thursday to
tell you about that. Now whore, take this slut back outside. She may dress on
the stoop. And Nicole, you had best be prompt when My driver comes to call
Thursday morning."
NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
CHAPTER 3
MISTRESS AND THE COUNTESS
For Nicole, the six days between her meeting with Mistress Ilsa and the
appointed day for serving Her dragged by at a snail's pace. Many thoughts from
her initial encounter came back to her; what was the "delicious surprise" She
had in store? Who was the mysterious woman whom Mistress hated so badly? What
did Nicole's period have to do with Her "plan"? Trying to rationalize that
waiting would provide the only answers didn't help. Ever so slowly the days
dwindled down to three, then two, then one, and then, finally, it was Thursday
morning.
Right at the stroke of 8:00, a jet black Jaguar pulled up in front of
Nicole's apartment building. She had been agonizing since 6:00 as to how she
should dress. Master's preferences in this area were well known to her, but
Mistress had made no stipulations, excepting that she was to be clean shaven.
Not wanting to take a chance in missing any hair, Nicole had made a trip to the
beauty salon for a wax dipilatory of the area Mistress found so distasteful.
Surely this would please Mistress, she thought.
Nicole had reasoned that following her Master's dress code would be the most
logical thing for her to do, so she chose a plaid skirt, a V neck blouse with
buttons down the front, and a pair of flats, with no stockings, bra, or panties.
Master liked for her to look like a young child in public.
She walked down the two flights of stairs and got into the car. Without so
much as a word, the driver put the car in gear and headed off for Mistress'
townhouse.
The drive to the townhouse was made in silence, the driver never taking his
eyes off the road. Nicole tried very hard not to stare at the handsome young man
at the wheel, but found it difficult, especially after she noticed that he had
no hair on his head. The Jag didn't stop in front of the building, but went down
a driveway that lead underneath it. When the car stopped, her door was opened
for her by whore. Nicole could see that whore's body showed signs of a recent
and very severe whipping. Marks crisscrossed her legs, with blood oozing out in
several places.
When Nicole got out of the car, whore shut the door and started to walk
toward a door in the garage. Sensing that she should follow, Nicole started
after her. Whore held the door open for Nicole, so she could enter first. Before
Nicole even could say 'Thank you,' the door slammed shut, and she was alone and
in total darkness. She stood as still as she could, until a voice said: "Walk
forward, slave."
Ever so slowly she inched forward, fearing she might trip over some unseen
object. Then, off to her left, a light illuminated a cardboard box. The voice
said, "Remove that ridiculous little girl outfit and put all of it in the box."
Nicole stripped off her clothing, and placed it in the box as she was bade.
Then the voice commanded, " whore, take that box to the incinerator and burn it.
This cunt can't even remember that being naked is her lot in life." Then to
Nicole, the voice continued, "And if you ever enter my house again with any
clothing on, I will punish you so harshly that you will never again entertain
wearing clothes. Now, walk over to that table." And with that, another light lit
up a table a few feet away from the young slave girl. "whore, put my collar
around her neck."
Once again, whore seemed to appear out of thin air, and picked up the collar.
As she put it on her, the voice said, "You will notice that this is not some
ordinary collar like you are most likely accustomed to. This is a slave collar
of my own design. Once whore fastens it around that pretty little neck of yours,
it can only be taken off by cutting the leather. It is my gift to you, and you
are to wear it at all times; at home, at work, at the beach, even at your
parent's house for Thanksgiving dinner. You are a slave, and it is to be
immediately obvious to all who see you. Do I make myself clear, slut?"
"Yes, Mistress," came the reply.
"whore, put those steel rings through the piercings in her nipples."
A shudder ran through Nicole has she felt the icy steel being inserted into
her nipples. Whore's hands felt more like the talons of some bird of prey,
rather than the hands of a young girl. "That's fine, she's starting to look more
like real slave now. Whore, pick up that rusty old lock and slip it through the
holes in her cunt lips. The lock is old and weighs almost a pound, so it should
distend those smooth shaven lips pretty far."
Nicole could feel whore's fingers feeling for the holes in her labia. When
she had located them, she forced the lock through the holes and locked it in
place. "Drop the lock, whore," came the command. Nicole's body jerked as the
full weight of the lock pulled down on her. "The lock, my little one, will
proclaim to all at the bridge group today that I control you in every sense of
the word. And, when your menstrual flows starts to seep out, it should provide
the effect I am looking for.
"whore, tie her to the rack and decorate her belly and thighs for me. She
looks too much like some cheap bondage magazine slave. And whore, keep in mind
that if I do not approve of your handiwork, you will take her place on the
rack."
The overhead lights came on, drenching the room from floor to ceiling.
Initially blinded, Nicole's eyes gradually adjusted to the bright light,
allowing her to see that she was in a painstakingly exact replica of some
torture chamber from the Spanish Inquisition. Whore lead her by the arm over to
the rack, and made her lie down on her back, with her arms stretched over her
head. Whore placed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and then walked to the
foot of the rack and began to turn the wheel. Instantly, Nicole could feel her
arms being pulled away from her feet. Whore didn't stop until Nicole was moaning
in pain. A wedge was then put in the wheel so that it couldn't slip and loosen
the tension on Nicole's taut body.
Whore disappeared for a few seconds and then came back brandishing a long and
wicked looking piece of cane. "Heed my warning, whore," came Mistress' voice
from a throne-like chair near a wall. Nicole heard the whistle of the cane as it
slashed through the air, landing with a cutting force across both of her thighs
at the same time. As she screamed with all of her might, and tensed against her
bonds, another blow followed, just a bit higher on her thighs than the first.
And then another, and another, until Nicole's screams were continuous and she
was bathed in sweat.
When it was all over, Nicole's belly and thighs were covered in a vivid
series of deep red welts, with tiny pinpricks of blood showing on the angrier
ones. "Nicely performed, whore, you mat yet earn a treat today. Now, take her to
the stocks, and give some attention to her right breast. But the right one only.
I have something special in mind for the left one, and I want it untouched."
The dull ache in Nicole's shoulders slowly ebbed as whore released the wheel.
When the cuffs were taken off, whore helped her to her feet and walked her over
to the most barbaric instrument Nicole had ever seen. Mistress had referred to
it as the stocks, but it bore almost no resemblance to that Puritan humiliation
device that shared the name. Instead of the two pieces of wood with holes cut in
them for the head and hands, this one was made of plexiglass and had only two
holes in it. As Nicole was lead around to the bench, she could see two six inch
sections of broomsticks sticking up from the bench. Whore helped get her in
position and guided the two shafts into the openings of her cunt and ass, and
then, all at once, she reached up and pulled down on Nicole's shoulders with all
of her weight. A high pitched shriek filled the chamber. whore then took a
length of steel fishing line and wrapped it tightly around Nicole's right breast
many times, causing the veins to turn blue and her breast to get hard. Then she
took a piece of rope and tied Nicole's arms behind her back, pulling the rope
tight so that her elbows touched. This caused Nicole's breasts to be thrust out.
whore then pulled the end of the fishing line through the hole in the
plexiglass, and pulled the breast through the hole by the wire. she fastened it
to a cleat on the other side, after checking to see that it was as tight as it
could go.
To say that her position was uncomfortable would be understating it. Her ass
and pussy were filled with the wooden shafts. Her breast had gone numb, and she
was pulled flat against the glass with no room to squirm. Whore then held up a
whip to Nicole's face, the likes of which she had never seen. It had a short
wooden handle with five strands of thin cord attached to it. And tied to the
ends of the cords were small steel fishing hooks.
Without warning, whore struck the breast with such force that the five hooks
were imbedded in the smooth skin of her breast, and a strong tug was needed to
rip them free. As she screamed, Nicole looked down at her breast, and through
the tears that streamed from her eyes, she saw five deep lacerations with blood
running from each one. Again the scourge found it's mark, and again, and again.
After the fifth blow, whore stopped.
It took over five minutes for Nicole to stop screaming. When she looked at
her throbbing right breast, she could not recognize it. Where once a flawless
milky white breast had been, now there was a quivering mound of mutilated flesh,
with blood dripping down the glass and forming a pool at Nicole's feet.
She had been whipped before, but the marks had always gone away within a week or
so. These marks, she knew, would remain with her forever, as a lifelong reminder
of Mistress Ilsa's power!
"Nicely done once again, whore. I don't think I have ever seen you so into
this before. I fear that I shall have to reward you. Now, take off that wire
that's binding her breast.
"Nicole, you will feel a bit more pain as the circulation returns to that
ugly teat of yours. The bleeding may get heavier also. whore, do not allow her
to wipe the blood off. This is an important part of my plan."
As Nicole was to learn, Mistress was true to Her word. As the circulation
returned, the blood flowed more freely and the pain increased.
"Slave Nicole," Mistress said, "you have been prepared for My uses of you. We
will be departing in fifteen minutes, so I am going to explain to you what My
plan is, and, more importantly, what your role is.
"My chauffeur will drive us to our destination. When we arrive, you will pull
the tampon out of your cunt. I want the flow going down your legs soon after we
arrive.
"As I said, my ploy for bringing you with me is that you are my maid who will
be filling in as a substitute. Most of your chores will be the duties that are
typically associated with this position. You will be serving drinks, clearing
ashtrays, serving food, and the like. Whenever one of the women needs to use the
toilet, you will accompany them. I have seen to it that there will be no toilet
paper available in the bath, so all of the cleaning chores will be done with
your mouth. When you are not working, you will squat in a corner of the dining
room, so that your menstrual blood will make a puddle on the floor.
"When the bridge games are through, you will approach Me, in front of our
hostess, and ask if you have pleased Me. When I reply that you have, you will
hand Me this small leather bag, which will be placed in the corner where you
have been squatting. At that point, you will climb up on the antique linen
tablecloth that covers the dining room table, so that your cunt blood will
spread out as it stains the cloth, and hold up your left breast to Me. My little
surprise for you is that I intend to scarify your breast with an intricate
pattern of designs using a razor knife from the bag. The fresh blood dripping
from your left teat will balance nicely with the dried blood on your ugly right
one, and it will all mingle with the mess coming from your crotch. I am sure
that My "friend" will be so appalled by my actions in her home that she will
quickly drop out of our group.
"By the way, slave, did I mention that I think you may know this woman?"
"No, Mistress, You didn't."
"I didn't? What name did I give you?"
"You said her name was Countess Rahman, Mistress."
"Yes, or course, but I think you might remember her by her maiden name, and
that was,.......COURNEY........HAVILLAND111'
NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 4
THE YACHT
Nicole was awake, as was her practice, at 6:20AM, and did her twenty minute
exercise regimen. At 6:45 she was seated at her kitchen table nibbling on her
breakfast, reading the morning paper, and idly listening to the weather forecast
on the radio, when the doorbell rang. She answered the door to find the
building's doorman, William, standing there.
"This envelope arrived for you, Miss Hastings," William said.
Nicole thanked him as she took the envelope and slipped a two- dollar tip
into his hand. She closed the door and bolted the lock. Walking back to the
kitchen, she recognized the unmistakable handwriting of her Master, Sir
Campbell.
Master was very fond of rituals and had a steadfast rule about Nicole being
naked when He addressed her. As silly as it seemed, she knew that this envelope
was an extension of these rules, so before opening the envelope, Nicole undid
the buttons on her flannel work shirt, and slipping it off her shoulders, draped
it over the back of her chair. The note inside was clear and concise, it read:
"Nicole, my driver will be in front of your building at 8:00AM. The usual attire
is acceptable. Be punctual."
It was now ten minutes before seven, so she didn't have much time. Taking a
quick bite of her buttered toast, she grabbed her coffee mug and headed for the
bathroom. Fortunately for her, the time she needed in preparing for her meetings
with Master had been drastically reduced. Ever since she had started having
regular wax depilitories of her pubic area, she had been able to get ready for
Him much faster.
Stepping out of the shower, she patted her hair dry, and wrapped it up in a
towel. Applying her make-up came first. She applied a generous splash of perfume
to both underarms, her belly, and between her breasts. The, while she waited for
the first application to dry, she applied her special brown blush to her
areolas, darkening them as He likes them. Next she took a kiss-proof red lip
liner and applied it to her nether lips. Her perfume had dried, so she gave
herself another perfuming. Then came the task of combing out her raven black
hair. He did not like how it looked when it was blown dry, so she combed it out.
Jewelry was out of the question. Ever since she had started wearing the slave
collar that Mistress Ilsa had presented to her, Master had forbidden even the
most basic jewelry, saying that He found it in conflict with the look of the
slave collar.
At five minutes before eight, she put on her 4 inch black spike heels and
long black- leather trench coat and headed for the elevator. William held the
door open for her as a black Mercedes limosene pulled up in front of the
apartment building. William quickly moved in front of her to get the door to the
car.
The car didn't take the usual turn to head north on Park Avenue, but instead,
turned south. Nicole didn't really begin to wonder what her destination was
until they entered the Queens Midtown tunnel. She thought about asking the
driver, but decided that she would just be patient and see where they were
going. After a two - hour drive on the Long Island Expressway, the driver told
her to pick up the parcel that was on the floor and that her instructions were
on the box. Nervously, Nicole picked up the box and removed the envelope that
was attached to the top of it. She opened it up and read the letter that it
contained:
Nicole,
I trust that you are enjoying your early morning ride. I know that
you have always met me at my office before, but today I have something important
to tell you about, and I wanted total privacy, so my driver is bringing you out
to my boat. The articles in this box are for you to wear. Please leave your
shoes and coat in the car, as you will have no need of them on the boat. I
suggest that you apply a liberal amount of sunscreen, as the water will reflect
quite a bit of sunlight, and you could experience a nasty burn therwise. The
sterling fish hooks are of my own design, and are to be worn in your nipples.
The brass anchor has a clasp that will enable you to insert it into your
clitoris. My boat will be at the end of the gangway, you should have no problem
recognizing it. I look forward to seeing you.
Sir Campbell
Nicole put down the letter and looked into the box. As He had stated, there
were two sterling silver fish hooks, a solid brass anchor, about 2 1-2 inches
in length, and a bottle of sunblock, SPF 45. She picked out one of the fish
hooks and examined it more closely. It was about three inches long and about the
thickness of a pencil lead. One end had an eye in it, like where a fishline
would be tied, and the other end had a wicked looking barb. A shiver went
through her as she recalled the scourge that Mistress Ilsa's slave, whore, had
used on her breast. It was comprised of five fishlines with a small fish hook
tied to the end of each line. She couldn't decide which end of the hook to push
through the piercing in her nipple, as the barb was needle sharp and the eye was
much larger than the piercing. She opted for the barbed end, with the rationale
that the barb would just make it hard to take out. Grasping her tit with her
left hand, Nicole slowly pushed the hook through the hole in her nipple, until
it hung upside down from the nipple. She then took the second hook and did the
same thing with her other breast. The anchor proved a bit more trickly. There
was a clasp shaped like the letter " U" with a pin running through it. She
pulled the pin out and then slid the pin back through the first half of the"U",
then through the hole in her clit, and then back into the other half of the "U".
When she snapped it into place it seated itself with an audible click. Slipping
out of her coat, she took the sunblock and applied it all over herself, playing
most attention to those areas of her body that were the whitest.
When she was through. Nicole looked out the window and noticed lots of boats
in the marinas and out on moorings. She couldn't help but wonder how she would
be able to recognize her Master's boat, as she knew nothing at all about them,
and had never before been asked out to His. Each of the boats pretty much looked
the same to her. Then she noticed that there were no more marinas and the area
looked suddenly poorer. Abandoned piers, rotting hulls of old barges, and
weather-worn fishing trawlers were becoming more frequent.
All at once, the driver stopped the car in front of an old dock that was
servicing local fishing boats. Not the high priced charter boats she had seen
before, these were old boats that were used by the local fishermen everyday to
bring in their daily catch. Crusty looking fishermen were hosing decks,
repairing nets, and generally sitting around smoking cigarettes and drinking
beer out of paper bags. Surely there was a mistake about the address!
"You get out here, and leave your coat and shoes in the car," the driver
said. "Just walk down the gangplank, His boat is tied to the dock."
Nicole pulled off her shoes and placed them on the seat on top of her coat.
She opened the door and stepped out, abruptly cutting her foot on the broken
shells that littered the ground. "Get out!," the driver commanded, and Nicole
gingerly stood and closed the door behind her. The limo quickly sped off
spraying shells, stones and dust in it's wake and drawing attention to both it's
departute and the naked girl. Her condition didn't go unnoticed by the old salt
who was leaning on the railing of the gangplank. "Hey Jimmy," he yelled, "get a
look at this! I think ole Neptune has finally smiled down on us." Nicole never
saw old men move so fast. Within an instant there were seven of the crowded
around the desperate girl, feeling her ass, breasts and belly.
"I've pulled out my share of hooks before," Jimmy declared, as he fondled one
of her nipples, "but I'll be damned if I'll pull one through these teats!"
A really filthy looking man with no teeth spit chewing tobacco splittle on
her and said, "Shit boys, she's got somethin' pushed through her snatch!" Jimmy
started to tug on the anchor, when suddenly a loud blast from a boat horn
startled the crowd, and a huge sailboat appeared at the end of the dock. High
atop the main mast flew a black fleg with a design comprised of two crossed
riding crops, Sir Campbell's favorite whip. Nicole moved quickly through the
men, and walked down the gangplank and out to the boat.
Whe she reached the end of the dock, she was surpirsed to see that He wasn't
on deck. The deck hands were all busy casting off lines the secured the boat,
and they acted like a naked girl was a common occurrence. One of them took her
hand and helped her climb aboard. "Just go down the stairds and go into the
first room on the left," he said.
Nicole walked along the deck, marvelling at the beautiful finish on the
antique teak railings. She walked down the stairs and found the room easily
enough, but when she entered the room, she was startled to see not Master, but
Mistress Ilsa standing before her. "Well, I see that you have at least
remembered my rule regarding clothing, Nicole," Mistress Ilsa exclaimed, "But
you should also know that you are to be on your knees before me, unless I give
you directions to the contrary."
Nicole quickly knelt before Her. "There now, that's better. Worship Me!"
Nicole bent forward and began to lick Mistress' bare feet. She made sure not
to neglect between the toes, and slowly worked her way up to the top of the foot
and the ankle. Before proceeding up the calf, Nicole switched to the other foot
and began the process anew. When she finally had reached the furrow between Her
legs, Nicole saw the tell-tale string hanging out. "What are you waiting for,
slave?" Mistress inquired, remove it and continue."
Using her teeth, Nicole pulled the bloody tampon on and dropped it on the
floor. She then put her face back into the damp slit and started to lap with her
tongue. The familiar musky odor was intermoingled with the taste of fresh blood.
After a short period, Mistress Ilsa grabbed the back of Nicole's head and began
to moan loudly. "Sir Campbell was right, your mouth is quite talented. Maybe I
should have Him decalre it to be Mine exclusively. But that can be taken care of
later. For now I want you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself off, then
meet me up on deck. Sir Campbell has left Me to explain what He requires of
you."
Ten minutes later, Nicole walked up the stairs to the main deck. To her
surprise, the boat was no longer tied to the dock. In fact, land could not been
seen. :Did you remember to use the sunblock that Sir Campbell so thoughtfully
provided," Ilsa asked?
"Yes Mistress, I put it on in the car."
"That's good because you will be needing all of it's protection out here on
the ocean. We will be out of port for about three hours, so I hope for your sake
that the sunblock does it's job. Come over here so that I may see how the scars
I cut into your breast have healed." Nicole did as she was bade, and walked over
to Mistress Ilsa. "Very lovely. You of course realize that this is only the
start of the scarification of your breast. There will need to be at least four
or five more sessions until it is completed. But that is another issue. Go over
to that sea shest and take out the ankle cuffs and put them on."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole answered. Nicole opened the chest and removed the
cuffs. As she was buckling them on, Mistress Ilsa said, "That slave collar looks
lovely on your neck, tell me, has anyone asked you about it?"
"Yes, Mistress, my sister saw it last week and asked me what it was."
"And what did you tell her?"
"I told her that my boyfriend gave it to me, and that he likes leather."
"Did she ask anymore?"
"No, Mistress. She doesn't like to pry into my affairs."
"Too bad. I would like to know how you would have handled it. Now, go over to
the main mast and you will see two chains about two feet on either side of the
mast. Put your back to the mast and fasten the chains to the ankle cuffs."
When Nicole was done, Mistress Ilsa stood up and came over to the main mast
holding a spreader bar. She locked Nicole's wrists to it. . "Tommy, I'm ready"
she called out. Nicole heard a whiring of an electric motor and saw a steel
cable being lowered from the mast. Mistress bolted the spreader bar to the
cable, and onced again called out, " Tommy, take it up slowly, and stop when I
call to you." The winch started up again, and began to pull the spreader bar
over Nicole's head. Mistress didn't call out to stop it until Nicole had been
lifted off the deck by the bar and pulled tightly between the chains on her
ankles and the bar.
"Now," Mistress annouced, I will tell you of Sir Campbell's needs. Your
Master has been asked to become a member of a highly select and secretive
organization known as The Ring. There are only twelve members, and no one can be
asked to join unless a member dies. These twelve men have one thing in common.
They all own, in the strictest definition of the word, slaves.
"The final stage leading to membership is the formal initiation rite. This is
scheduled to be held tonight at midnight and The Ring's club in Manhattan. Since
I am a woman, I am not eligible for membership, but Sir Campbell has invited Me
to attend His initiation as His guest. You will, of course, attend as His
property.
"Thye ceremony is quite different from any that you have either participated
in or heard of. All of Sir Campbell's skills as a slave owner will be put to the
test through you, His slave. Instead of your Master being subjected to some time
honored rituals, all of the ceremonies and rituals will be centered around you!
You will be showing what you have been taught, what limits you have established,
and what boundaries have yet to be crossed. In short, if you represent Sir
Campbell well, he will become a member of The Ring. Before I continue, now is
the time to ask any questions you may have."
"I don't have any really, Mistress, but, I should like to know what would
happen if I don't live up to the expectations of The Ring?"
"That is quite simple, cunt. Sir Campbell's membership in The Ring will be
rejected, and He will never again be asked to join. So you had better give it
all you can!
"A good deal of the ceremony is left up to you to improvise, so I am only
going to tell you of the important aspects so you will have some idea of what
will be expected of you. When we arrive at the club, I will lead you into the
building on a leash attached to the ring in your clit. You will, of course, by
naked excepting for your heels and slave collar and nipple rings. It will be at
this point that you will be presented. You will be made to make a statement
indiacting that you are a willing participant in what will take place. Sir
Campbell will then offer you to whomever wishes to take you, however they may
wish to do it.
"Then comes the hard part for you. You will be given the opportunity to
select one of the eleven other slaves that will be present. You will then take
that slave and have your way with her. Through your use of her you are to show
what you have learned, what levels of pain and humiliation you can tolerate. Sow
off your creativity. When you are through with the slave, her Master will take
you and punish you. This will show how well you have been trained and what
tolerances for pain you have achieved.
"I will leave you here to plan what you will do. A bit of sun will look nice
on your pale skin anyway. I shall reture, in time to let you retire to a
stateroom and take a nap before you prepare for tonight's events."
The dull ache in Nicole's arms was building and the sun was causing the sweat
to run down her sides and drop off her toes to the deck. She had never been
placed in a situation like this before. To have Sir Campbell's position rest
solely on her made her very tense, but she vowed to plan an elaboate ritual that
would make Master proud and guarantee His membership in The Ring.
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