The Adventures of Karen

The Adventures of Karen - Part 57 – Education - 2

'Stop!'

Greta made a decision. 'Stay there and wait while I make a few adjustments for our victim, she looks a little uncomfortable, don't you think?' Greta turned and looked at Karen.

Karen was wary, wondering if this was a trick question, intended to provoke an excuse for more torments at some stage. 'Well, yes, I suppose it could be a little uncomfortable, but, I do believe she could get used to it after a time.' Karen congratulated herself on her tact.

'Indeed, yes, but a few refinements will help us here, I think.' As she spoke Greta walked over to Karen and handed her the phallus, savoring it's heroic size. 'Here my dear, amuse yourself with that while I make these adjustments.'

Karen accepted the proffered dildo and felt a thrill as she ran her fingertips around the pronounced rim and over the simulated ridges and veins. She watched Greta carefully.

Greta paused before she moved over to the mechanism controlling the bondage bench.

Looking across at Lisa, she smiled sympathetically. 'Lisa my dear, you may go to your room and have a nice refreshing shower. After you have finished, I'm sure you'll feel much better. You can come back here then to see how the lesson proceeds.' Greta looked briefly at Agnes before she continued. 'And don't forget to wear some of your highest heels!'

Satisfied that Lisa would do as she was told she walked over to Agnes. Looking at her reclining posture she checked the height of her head above the floor, before she adjusted the headboard to its narrowest width, a width she chose so that Agnes would have no choice but to keep her head more or less still, unless she wanted it to fall off and cause herself considerable neck pain. Moving down the taut naked body she paused at Agnes' pubic area. Casually she slapped the coarse hair atop the mound a couple of times.

'Now, what have we here? I suspect you trimmed this back recently, it seems to be reasonably tidy, especially down here.' As she spoke Greta ran her fingers roughly over the cool dry labia. 'You do seem a little dry too, never mind, we can soon sort that problem out!' She laughed before continuing. 'Now, this covering really should go, you know. Perhaps we could dry shave it for you. Would you like that?'

'Oh no, please, no, I beg you.'

'There again, a wet shave or a nice slow waxing would be good.'

'Please, Greta, please, let me shave it for you if that is what you want.' Agnes looked tearful.

'Mistress Greta to you, may I remind you. You are in no position to be disrespectful,. You are, however, in a position that will perhaps help teach you how to treat your Mistress. Now, about this mess.' Greta paused and tugged viciously at a few hairs between the wide spread legs. 'No, I have a much better idea, you will do that job yourself and I will give you some suitable tweezers to do it. Nice and thorough, nice and slow, and above all nice and painful. And the pain will be all the sweeter because you will inflict it with your own hand.'

'No, I couldn't, I just couldn't, p-please don't make me do that. Anything else but not that.' Agnes began to cry in earnest.

'Oh, but you will, you will. Later, when we have finished here with the first part of your training you will make sure that you are as smooth as nature intended. Do it properly or I shall command slave Lisa to whip your... your dry and worthless cunt.'

Seeing Agnes' reluctant acceptance, Greta continued to walk along the bench, rubbing her hands roughly on the naked thighs and legs. 'Yes, I see what's needed.' She bent over and made some adjustments so that Agnes' outstretched legs were lowered until her feet were roughly on the same level as her head. As she did this she made sure that the middle of the bench remained in its elevated position. Standing back she admired her handiwork. She felt well satisfied. Agnes lay outstretched, her arms spread and held high over her shoulders, her legs widespread and, as a centerpeice, her pubic area elevated above and held horizontally above the rest of the helpless body by several inches.

'I think that will do, although, perhaps...' Greta paused and picked up a couple of straps, held them up and admired the twin rows of raised metal studs on the inside face. Turning back towards Agnes, she bent over and fastened them around the upper thighs. 'There we are, perfection at last! I think you might appreciate those little teasers there. All you have to do to avoid them hurting yourself is to lie perfectly still, otherwise, whenever your legs move, you may experience, as my dentist says, some momentary discomfort.' Greta laughed and turned at last towards Karen who was still standing and holding the dildo.

'What? I thought I told you to amuse yourself. Why haven't you done so? Don't you fancy handling something as generous as that, perhaps.' Greta was clearly upset as she stormed over to Karen.

'But, I didn't realise that I had ...'

'When I say something I mean it, surely you realise that by now. Now, stand there and start using it on yourself. Wait! Move over there a little so that my friend here can see exactly what it looks like when a nice reasonable sized toy is used on a well lubricated cunt.' Greta began grinning. 'I do presume that your cunt is as wet as it usually is!'

'Yes Mistress, Mistress Greta.' Karen blushed, a rare occurrence for her, but the direct reference to her natural reactions was a little unexpected. She walked a short way towards the supine Agnes. 'Do you want me to lie in the floor?'

'Certainly not! Do it standing up. I'm sure you've fucked enough times standing against a wall somewhere. And, no doubt, you stood in a corner and used one of those ... toys before now. Do it!'

Karen felt a flush as she admitted to herself that everything Greta had said was true. Surely, she thought, the fact that she had indulged in the pleasures of the flesh many times in public, and semi-public, places where, of necessity, she had had to stand up was no different to anyone else. As for standing and using a dildo on herself, she thought that that was perhaps a minor invasion of her personal life. Not that she had a personal life any more, she acknowledged ruefully. No, she had to admit that Greta was correct, she had masturbated, using a variety of dildoes, many times in the warm privacy of her bathroom over the years, and, in fact, there were times, perhaps too many times, when she truly enjoyed the sensation.

'Well?' Greta's voice broke into her thoughts. 'Get on with it!'

With the experience of long practise, she opened her legs and bent her knees slightly, lowering her genital area to more or less eye level for the captive Agnes. Carefully, and very very slowly, she fingered her wet labia apart and inserted the grotesquely large glans into herself. Pausing a couple of times in the process, she began to slowly insert the phallus a few inches deeper and then withdrew it until the swollen head almost, but not quite, escaped from the warm embrace of her engorged labia. Repeating the process she managed, after a dozen or more strokes to insert the intruder as deep as it was possible into her sensitive channel. Appreciating the pleasure it was giving to her, she closed her eyes and swayed unsteadily on her feet as she began to masturbate with a smooth rhythmic action.

Agnes, despite her initial revulsion, could not stop staring as the slick, firm, rubber phallus entered and re-entered the willing receptacle.

'Enough, enough for now. Take it out and lick it clean.' Greta smiled maliciously as she knew just how near Karen was to yet another orgasm.

Slowly, reluctantly, Karen withdrew the intruder and savored the final rubbing as the extravagant rim scraped across the ultra sensitive spongy flesh just inside her well lubricated channel.

Seeing the look on Agnes' face, Greta spoke sharply. No, wait! Offer it to our pupil here, she may as well have a little treat before the lesson begins.'

Karen permitted herself a fleeting smile as she held up the glistening phallus and brought it towards Agnes. Agnes, in turn, stared, fascinated and horrified as the wet warm toy was waved under her nose. Catching the heady sweet aroma of Karen's juices she couldn't avoid grimacing at the, to her, distasteful, aroma. 'No. please, please Karen, please don't make me do that. I just can't do that sort of thing' Please!'

'Oh, really, I never knew you felt like that.' Greta was suddenly interested at Agnes' reaction. 'And here I am, thinking how much you enjoyed sucking cocks. Perhaps you would prefer that these two handsome specimens here were able to go down your throat.'

'Oh, please Greta, only sometimes, but please, not now, I'm so uncomfortable like this, I couldn't possibly … '

'Nonsense! Of course you could, and you could just as easily suck on Karen's dildo. I can easily fit a nice big ring gag you know, or perhaps that evil dental gag that you like using on other unfortunates.'

Greta paused and tuned to Karen. 'Come over here and show her how it should be done. I know you just love the taste of your own juices.' As she spoke she casually rubbed her hand over Agnes' dangling breasts. 'As for you my dear pupil, I shall be kind to you. Look and learn. Your chance may come later.' She smiled maliciously and moved aside so that Karen could be in full view.

Looking Agnes straight in the eye Karen provocatively raised the wet and glistening phallus to her lips and licked it clean. Licked it clean with slow sensuous strokes of her pink tongue, savoring the sweet salty flavor of her own juices.

'Good, good! I think she gets the idea by now. Just hold onto it for a moment while we get things ready.' As she spoke she directed her gaze towards the waiting male slaves. 'Bring that into position now, I think everything is in order.'

Ken and Peter had been standing quietly, heads bowed submissively waiting for further instructions. As they had stood naked their erections had subsided although both of their cocks were still tumescent, still slightly engorged, still hanging more or less horizontally.

Greta looked at them approvingly, noting the state of their well used cocks. The fact that their erections had subsided was not surprising she thought, after all although they were surrounded by naked, and in one case helpless, women, even the mere male had at times to take a rest. Such a shame, she thought, that the male has such difficulty in maintaining a satisfactory state of arousal. She smiled to herself pondering her plans for her husband, yet again absent on some business trip or other. Never mind about that, she corrected herself, his time is nearly up, his fate will soon be decided. But, she reminded herself, Agnes had to be broken and re-trained first.

'Now, move that machine into position, you know exactly where it has to go.'

Greta turned and smiled at Karen as the naked males lifted up the device and carried it towards the naked and helpless Agnes. Towards her. Between her wide stretched legs.

'Good, good! Place it there and pass me that holder, if you please.' Greta was unusually polite to her favorite male. Ken bowed his head respectfully and handed Greta a curious metal pole, some three feet long and about two inches in diameter. One end was plain and covered in a simple metal cap, but the other end was fitted with a long wide screw, and a couple of electrical wires were dangling from a hole in the side of the tube.

As he handed the device to Greta Karen leant forward to see exactly what was going on. She wondered at the device and noted that at the plain end there was a small socket, presumably provided so that some connection could be made to the wires hanging freely at the other end.

Greta noticed Karen's interest and motioned her forwards. 'Here, hold this my dear, you can do the necessary work here once I have made the correct adjustments. I just love to supervise the education process.' She walked round Agnes outstretched leg and towards the machine standing ready. Adjusting a few clips and levers she held her hand out. Give me that now!'

Working quickly, Greta slipped the pole into a pair of clamps fitted to a lever on top of the machine. 'Good, now a quick test.' She bent over and flicked a switch. Immediately the metal arm began to move slowly back and forwards over a distance of some six inches. 'Good, good!', she murmured before she switched the machine off, 'Come here my dear and you can do the rest.' As she spoke she straightened up and walked around Agnes' naked leg and positioned herself by the side of the bondage bench. 'You, my dear, can fit that dildo on to the end of the pole. Screw it on nice and tight, it has a lot of work to do, you know!'

Cautiously, Karen moved around and stood close to the machine, her bare back brushing lightly against Agnes' naked leg. Holding the dildo carefully, still warm from it's recent immersion deep inside her channel, she carefully screwed the dildo onto the end of the pole. Looking at Greta she began to speak.

'Mistress...'

'No, you're not finished yet, just clip those wires onto the contacts just there. Greta pointed to the small connection nestling at the base of the dildo. Karen nodded silently and carefully inserted the wires into the connector.

'And now plug that other wire to the other end of the pole, if you please.'

Again Karen complied soundlessly before she looked up at Greta for further instructions.

'One final test, before we carry on.' Greta smiled at Karen before she looked at Agnes. 'Now, you see, we have an interesting device here. I can use it directly by going back and flicking a few switches or, and I know you'll like this, I can use this remote control here.' She held up a small black box, one face covered with buttons of various colors. ' I know you can't see what is going on but just listen carefully and you'll get the idea.'

Looking at the machine briefly, checking its position, Greta pressed the remote control. Immediately the motor whirred and the shaft began to move slowly backwards and forwards. Agnes could hear the steady murmur of the pole as it oscillated in its guides.

'You like?' Greta was smiling broadly. 'Now listen to this.' Pressing some more buttons the sound changed and the movement became faster as the dildo mounted at the end of the pole began to move faster and faster. Karen, standing next to the device, was impressed. The dildo was moving along it's pre-determined path at a speed which seemed almost impossible to match by any manual use of the dildo. As she watched the length of the stroke changed, first much shorter and then longer.

Agnes looked increasingly worried. 'Now, my dear, there's more to come.' Greta sniggered. 'But let's save that for later. Karen my dear, you may place that thing next to it's new home.' As she spoke she switched the machine off and moved towards Karen. 'Now, just insert it into our friend here, I know she'll get to like it ... eventually!' Greta loosened the clamps to allow Karen to position the pole. 'Don't be afraid, it won't bit you know. Just put the first inch or so inside her and then we'll be ready to begin the first lesson.'

Karen stared and cautiously tried to move the pole, avoiding the rubber phallus. Surprised at how easily it moved she carefully positioned the bulbous head against the dry labial flaps. Delicately she began to pry them apart with gentle fingers.

Agnes shuddered at the human contact with her most sensitive and secret parts.

Karen cautiously opened the labia and guided the head of the dildo between them until it was resting against the vaginal entrance. Greta, who was watching curiously, suddenly peered closely. 'Oh my, oh my, look at what we have here.' As she spoke she prodded Agnes' flesh with her fingertip. 'Just look at that!'

Agnes felt herself flush with embarrassment. She knew, with an awful awareness, just what had excited Greta's curiosity and interest. Knowing Greta as she did she knew that this revelation was something to be feared.

Karen began to push the phallus into the softly yielding flesh, despite the difficulties of probing dry flesh.

'Stop! Not yet, I've changed my mind. We'll have to get her lubricated anyway. Just wait a minute and...'

The sound of the dungeon door opening interrupted Greta in mid-sentence. The clicking of spike heels echoed around the silent room as Lisa, naked, freshly showered and powdered, walked towards her mistress.

'... and, and as I was just saying. Lisa, come here and look at this. See what we have discovered.'

Lisa walked dutifully towards the couple standing at Agnes' elevated and naked pubis as Agnes flushed with continuing embarrassment and mounting apprehension.

End of Part 57

(c) 2005 Cathy P

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