Amber\'s Email Troubles

Amber’s Story

     The hair on the back of Amber’s neck stood tall.  She sensed something or someone more than feel it really. Amber turned hastily her dark eyes peering through the night.   Something, no someone moved in the shadows behind her.  She was sure of it.  Amber strained her senses in the night air to hear anything, to see anything, to calm her nerves if nothing more, NOTHING.  Yet she knew it, somehow she knew it… someone WAS following her.  And this was not the first time either.  Two days ago things had felt very much the same way like someone was following her, stalking her, and the week before that she had actually seen someone behind her following from the shadows.  She mentioned it that first night to her husband.  He only grunted an acknowledgement passing it off as her imagination.  Amber’s skin crawled with icy goose bumps.  Her eyes strained hard upon the night shadows.  Still nothing…  Amber turned about quickening her pace.  The quickened pace eased her fears if only slightly.

A cat screeched somewhere ahead of her as though it were startled by something.  A shadow from the side caught her eye.  The most feint footfall from behind barely reached her ears.  Amber gasped aloud.  Her heart pounded hard within her chest.  Her stomach knotted feeling almost sick.  Her feet clicked quickly upon the walk beneath her.  Click, click, a mottled echo… click, her heel upon the walk… click… something was not right about the echo.  Amber knew it now.  Her heart stopped between beats as though it must listen for itself.  A shadow ahead of her moved.  The shape of a man… she stopped.  It was dark, too dark.  Panic welled up inside her.  Amber looked about surroundings.  No one was on the street.  Still she searched for an escape if only from the terrors building inside her mind.  Only one small incandescent light shone thru a window a few hundred yards ahead of her.  Amber’s blood ran cold, icy cold.  Her hands flexed.  Her fingers felt stiff her palms clammy.  Amber stood rigid staining to hear.  From behind she heard another muffled footfall.  The shadow ahead of her moved again.  Her stomach flipped, churned, knotting tighter, her breath stopped.  Her heart beat so hard in her chest it hurt her breastbone echoing inside her head, distorting, masking the sounds, feeding her growing panic.  Amber’s throat was so dry as to make it near impossible to speak.  She struggled to open her throat.  No.  It seemed to crack at the effort.

“Hello.”  She rasped.  Amber tried to lick her lips.  The shadow moved again.  It was too close, another footfall from behind.  Her legs stiffened.  The whole of her body felt the panic, stiff, rigid, too panicked for a response.  What to do?  Where to go?  She looked frantically around her.  There was no place to hide no place to go.  All the windows were dark.  Only partial moonlight lit the street before her.  There were no doorways to duck into or walkways to run away. 

The cell phone…  Amber grabbed at the phone.  Frantic, in total panic she tried to remember her home phone.  Once, twice she tried to call.  Finally the phone rang.  She breathed hard into the receiver.  Her chest ached from the pounding within her panic stricken chest.  An answer…

“Hello.”  It was her husband.

“There’s someone following me.  I’m scared.  Help me…” Amber pleaded into the phone.  Silence, nothing, no dial tone, no one spoke, no sound to issue solace to Amber, and no help.  Nothing…  “HELLO.”  Amber screamed.  She throttled the phone beating it into the palm of her hand.  Panicked by the silence Amber redialed the phone number.  No one answered this time.  It rang and rang… then clicked over to the message, her message center.  Useless!  Amber tossed the phone into her purse.

Headlights turned the corner ahead of her.  Amber felt relief surge thru her being.  No one would approach her with witnesses about.  The headlights of the van lit the whole of the street about her.  Anyone could see, everyone in the van would see.  Amber hurried feeling safe within the perimeter of the van.   The light illuminated a figure ahead… a man.

       Her heart stopped dead still.  Icy cold panic seeped thru her flesh.  He was only ten feet ahead.  Amber turned about.  The headlights shown upon another from behind another man, a large man dressed in dark clothes, only just visible in the fading shadow.  Amber stood only just beyond his reach.  The van closed upon her.  Three figures stood like statues in the headlights.  Amber could not see a face, not that the panic of the moment would have given her any recognition.  She saw only shapes in the glare of oncoming headlights… and the dark, desperate, solitude of the night.  To her right was a building.  To her left the approaching van in the street.  In front of her an unidentified person, and behind her another.  Amber felt trapped.  Panic surge wildly thru her numbing her mind.  She darted into the headlights.  The van swerved to miss her stopping short of the sidewalk adjacent to her panicked form.  Something darted from the passenger’s side of the van.  The side door of the van slid open.  Something or someone stuck Amber hard in the shoulders knocking her towards to open door.  She stumbled falling towards the opening.  One of her assailants shoved Amber thru the doorway.  She fell over the step at the side door and onto her side.  Amber reached out to brace her fall.  Someone grabbed her hands pulling hard.  Another tossed her legs into the van.  Not one of the men from the street stepped inside the van.  The doors slammed closed.  The van sped away leaving two figures walking peacefully in opposite directions. 

Amber screamed in utter terror struggling violently with her abductors.  Quickly a cloth bag was forced over Amber’s head.  The drawstring cord cinched tightly about her neck as she struggled violently.  She choked feeling the cord dig into her tender throat.  A hand broke free.  She pulled her arm back towards her body.  “Damn you!  Let me go!”  She screamed again and kicked at something.  Amber could not see anything.  The cord around her neck eased but only slightly.  “Ouch!”  She wailed as her shin impacted something hard.  Click.  Something cold gripped tightly about her captive wrist.  Amber pulled hard with her shoulder.  The arm gave way, but only partly.  Something metallic rattled about at the end of her arm.  She swung her free arm in the direction she thought she might encounter an assailant.  Her blow found someone with a thump, and a groan.  Her arm held fast.  Click.  Something cold gripped that wrist too.  Amber struggled.  Chains held her arms apart greatly restricting her from finding any mark.  Her motion was so restricted that attempts at blows became virtually useless.  The violence of her struggles dug painfully into her wrists.  She screamed thru the cloth bag about her head.

“Let… me… go…” Amber kicked at something.  Click.  Now she knew the meaning of the feeling about her ankle.  Click went the other ankle.  Amber screamed thrashing about violently.  Chains rattled about her legs and arms.  Someone moved in the back of the van.  The motor raced as they accelerated.  Amber began to sob.  Terror, panic, and rage swept randomly thru her mind like a tsunami beating upon her senses.  She sat still; desperate, limp, weeping as the van glided along the darkened highway.

The chains at her hands began to rattle.  The slack disappeared.  Amber was being pulled forward.  She had little choice but to try and follow the direction she was being drawn.  Amber bumped her head.  Her arms tugged firmly forward.  Amber struggled to oblige the chains upon her wrists.  Up and over the obstruction she followed the tension in her arms.  The obstruction forced Amber to her feet.  It was hard to find her legs, to get any balance at all as the van swayed with the road.  The obstacle was hard.  Amber yelled obscenely at her captors.  Not a word was spoken by anyone.  Only the tension in her arms forcing her forward, over the obstruction.  As Amber bent fully at her waist with the obstruction upon her thighs the tension in her arms eased.  Her arms separated farther being fastened, chained, to opposite sides of the van.  Next a rattling began to tug at her ankles separating her legs.  Someone grasped each ankle.  A metal bar was attached to the cuffs upon her ankles.  Amber staggered a bit at the awkwardness of her position.  The van swayed slightly upon the roadway.  The chains rattled again.  Her ankles were fastened to opposing sides of the van.

“Don’t hurt me.”  Amber pleaded realizing the precarious nature of her position.  “Please.”  She pleaded thru her sobs.    Her chest heaved as she struggled for breath between sobs.  Still not a word was spoken.  Amber realized her plight was desperate.

Amber felt the tip of something hard, sharp, at her arm.  She flinched away instinctively.  The sound of fabric being cut reached her ears. Amber knew that it was the sleeve of her blouse. The effect was immediate.  She screeched, not daring to move not knowing where the blade might be.  Then she sobbed uncontrollably.    She could feel the loosening of her blouse as the knife passed thru the first button.  Noisily it clattered upon the metal floor blow her.  Amber screamed at the sound.  Then pleaded again

“Please, don’t hurt me…. Don’t do this”, and again.  “Oh, no, please…. Let me go.”  Not a word was spoken.  Amber cursed them and begged.   She dared not struggle for she had no idea where the knife was; only that it was about her.  Amber feared the end of its work.  With the clattering of the last button upon the floor of the van her blouse fluttered open.   The point of the knife pricked her tender nipples and danced forebodingly about her areolas.  Amber stood tense, rigid, not daring to move a single muscle until the dangerous dance stopped.  Fingers lifted the edges of her blouse again.  Someone finished cutting the blouse from her body.  The cool of the night air caught Amber by surprise as it greeted her bare skin.  The strap of her bra tightened then loosened.  The hardness of the blade upon her back brought a shudder as the sharp edge cut thru the back of her bra.  It fell to the floor beneath her.  Amber’s breasts swayed free in the air as the van drove on.  Tears streaked her face. 

“No…” She pleaded softly.  “Please, stop…” Her skirt took more effort as her captors silently, slowly, agonizingly cut it away.  Two more quick flicks of the knife and the panty she wore felt beneath her.  Amber now stood naked before her captors, completely exposed and vulnerable.  Utter humiliation replaced stark fear.  She was completely helpless.  Amber wept.  A tear trickled down her cheek.  Another flowed from freely from her eyes.  A droplet formed at the base of her cheek.  It fell into the silence.  Amber’s tears stained the cloth bag about her head.  The van droned on.

It seemed like an eternity before she felt the van slowing down… it turned… it stopped.  Amber caught her breath.  This was it, the time she had been dreading.  Now they would have their pleasures with her, or worst take her life.  Amber braced herself for what she feared was now upon her.  Someone rolled her right nipple very hard.  It hurt.  Amber yelped.  The nipple retracted instinctively forming a hard round dark shape punctuating the end of her freely swaying breast.  Then something bit hard upon her tender flesh.  Amber screamed in pain.  The small black file clamp bit hard brutalizing her very tender, sensitive nipple.  Only moments later her other nipple flamed in agony.  She trashed about violently screaming obscenities.  Pain raged thru her breasts emanating from the tender tips thru thousands of raging nerves and deep into her consciousness.  Only with the greatest of effort was Amber able to regain herself… holding very still.  The stillness seemed to ease the fire pulsating from tender nipples throughout her being.

With the pain at her breasts demanding every conscious effort Amber only barely noticed the slick something being spread sensuously upon her bottom.  From cool of the jelly upon her warm anus Amber caught her breath.  The abruptness of her in haled breath jiggled her breasts about, only slightly, but enough to demand her concentration upon ‘keeping still’.  Amber’s mind steeled her as she expected a cock to penetrate her at any moment.  A finger glided smoothly about her virgin anus.  “No.”  She had told her husband on several occasions as he had tried to bugger her during lovemaking.  “It is unnatural… you’ll tear me apart… you’ll split me in half… NO.”  KY lubed her virgin anus.  The bulbous end of a large butt plug glided across her sphincter.  It felt oddly harder than a cock.  This was it.  Amber awaited the penetration with fear and disgust. 

“No.  Not there.”  Amber pled whispers into the deaf silence, her emotions deep inside screaming thru her mind.  Amber stood silent steeled against the moment choosing in stead to focus on her painful nipples rather than the immanent intrusion of her bottom.  Slowly someone pressed the hard end again the opening of her sphincter.  With gentle pressure the muscle gave way.  Her anus opened only slightly not accepting the intruder any more than she.  Amber felt the violation upon her bottom.  It rotated slowly.  The pressure increased gently.  The sphincter of her anus opened against the steady pressure.  The end of the plug passed thru its opening entering Amber’s anus for the first time.  It rotated again, the pressure persisting if not increasing slightly.  The violation penetrated deeper as her sphincter expanded naturally.  Her cheeks spread by the grasp of two assailants.  Amber’s rectum slowly opened wide.   Her captor rotated the butt plug pressing it more firmly into her bottom.  The plug slipped slowly inward a centimeter at a time… slowly penetrating inward… without the painful tearing she was certain would accompany such an invasion.  Amber’s ass accepted her new appendage.  She felt an increasing urge to shit as the plug slipped into place, her rectum closing snugly about the small end of the plug.  Amber could feel something inside her.  This was not the fucking she had expected.  Amber felt something brush her calf.  They were moving the plug in her ass…something… Amber could not tell.  The Mistress twisted the screw-in tail onto Amber’s new plug.  She felt the tail, her new tail, brush the calf of her leg again.  What it was she could not begin to imagine. 

Something cool and hard touched her exposed sex.  The cool KY left a wet yucky feel across her sex as Amber shifted her weight from side to side swaying her bottom.  Her new tail swished about her calves.  A hand grazed the soft parts of her inner thigh.

       “Stop.  Haven’t you done enough to me already?”  She demanded thru her canvas hood.

       WHACK.  The cat of nine tails struck her left cheek with a vengeful force.  The blow startled Amber.  Instinctively she jumped up wrenching her wrists and arms as the cold steel cuff bit hard into her flesh.  Her breasts bounced causing a resurgence of fire thru her torso.  Amber screamed as pain rocketed thru her body.  WHACK.  Another blow fell upon her bottom.  Amber began to sob again.  Two more quick blows and the spanking stopped.  Her bottom burned.

       In the silence that followed the Mistress, ever present at these abductions, replaced the KY with another balm, one of her own making.  It was made of common grocery store items…Absorbene, Flex-all, etc.  She had experimented with several mixtures with several ingredients until she had settled upon this one.  It was very effective at discipline without over-bearing pain on sensitive organs.  Mistress smiled in the dark as she liberally lubed the device.

       The object touched her sex again this time Amber stood perfect still accepting her fate.  Whatever was at her sex was better than the excess of pain heaped upon her being.   Knowing too that nothing she would or could do would alter the outcome Amber stood silent accepting the violations of her being.  Again Amber steeled her mind against the unknown upon her sex.  Her labia parted.  The well-lubed device slipped easily into her pussy. Amber’s sex began to tingle.  It felt cool, damp, and tingly.  The dildo began to vibrate inside her.  Amber was not unfamiliar with the subtle buzz stimulating her pussy.  She had discovered their pleasure before high school was out.  She used one when she wanted that certain something even now…  Amber felt oddly aware that this was not at all what she had feared at the outset of the evening, nor was it lost upon her tormented state that she was indeed being violated… and humiliated beyond her imagination. 

Her sex began to feel warm.  The tingle began to feel too warm, completely thru her sex; deep inside the buzzing began to feel too warm.  She wiggled at the discomfort.  The Mistress smiled to herself.  Her concoction was beginning to perform its work.  The buzzing stimulated Amber’s sex.  Yet… the warmth continued to build… into discomfort.  Amber began to shift about struggling with the new fires building in her body.  She fought against the stimulation of her sex; its violation, and her sexuality performing its pleasures on display.  She fought the rising fires upon the very flesh of her sex as the balm lit its own fires.   With disdain and resentment Amber could feel her body being stimulated, receiving it, and responding to it.  Her tummy muscles quivered.  She choked back a tear shaking her head to regain control.  Her breasts swung wildly at the commotion.  Fire flamed thru her tender nipples.  Amber gasped.  Her insides squished and convulsed.  Another fire had been lit upon her sex also.  The every expanding pleasures of orgasm mixed oddly with the painful resentments of inflamed tender flesh.  She would cum soon.  The thought of sharing her most intimate passionate act with these vile people infuriated Amber.  Again her insides twitched involuntarily.  Her sex burned painfully intensifying the orgasm exploding upon her.

“Damn you….” She grunted as the first wave of an enormous orgasm burst upon her.  “Damn you…” she whispered and came hard.  Her knees buckled as her tummy convulsed.  She felt overwhelmed, weak, and desperate, humiliate, and out of control.  Her body responded wantonly, wonderfully, violently, passionately.  The buzzing did not stop…

Not yet recovered from her first orgasm, her sex still burning from the balm, Amber became aware of another sensation upon her bottom.  One of her captors was fitting a soft leather belt about her waist.  Carefully he passed her new tail thru an opening before pressing it to her bottom.  Motion of the tail moved the plug about inside her bottom.  Amber came again… and again, her burning exploding sex dominating her repulsed and humiliated ego.  The leather though passed between Amber’s legs holding the buzzing dildo snuggly into her sex.   It enclosed her like a panty.  Several locks clicked shut.  A soft leather belt closed about her neck.  Another lock clicked shut.  And lastly someone began to lace a soft leather corset about Amber’s abdomen.  It was fitted snuggly under her breasts.  They were not careful about her very painful nipples.  Each bounce or slightest brushing of the clamps brought a new gasp from Amber.  The slightest touch brought sobs to Amber’s heart.  The corset was laced, pulled, laced, and pulled again until it was uncomfortably restricting. 

“Hey.”  She complained.  “It’s getting hard to breathe with this thing.”

They pulled harder cinching the corset tighter and tighter about her bodice.

Amber’s emotions struggled mightily with her plight.  She was immobile, captive, and who knew where.  She had been stripped of her clothes, stripped of her dignity, terrorized and humiliated… and in a total violation of self she came again and again.  Amber felt a need to shit.  There was a sense of urgency about it, to expel the tail she had acquired.  This was utterly incomprehensible to her psyche.  Amber felt weak kneed as the dildo buzzed on.  The dildo took Amber to such an erotic plain as she had seldom experienced.  Holding her there, finding no relief Amber came over and over and over, continuous orgasms swept thru her sex, the burning balm heightening inflaming every sensation of her sex.  A small trickle of fluid stained the inside of her thigh.  Amber struggled to regain control, to stop the orgasms from over powering her body.  Her emotions spent, Amber slumped upon the obstacle over which she had been bent.  Spent and out of control of her own sex Amber stood draped at the waist, sobbing.  Pains raging from her nipples, thru her torso, over powering any control of her own mind or her own sexuality…then numbness.  The van accelerated down a dirt road.

Barely conscious Amber was released from the van… the dildo buzzed on, her sex still burning.  Amber felt… something in her ass!  The tail felt awkward protruding from her rectum.  Her nipples burned thru the numbing pain.  She stumbled falling from the floor of the van onto the ground below.  No one bothered to help her to keep her from falling.  Amber could not see the canvas bag still upon her head.  Her legs still shackled were not separated by the spreader bar.  Her wrists shackled and chained weighed heavily upon the ground.  Amber was pulled to her feet by the chains about her wrists.  Standing naked, spent, humiliated, over whelmed with despair, the chains on Amber’s wrists were removed.  She did not resist or struggle as each wrist was locked to her waist.  Another chain clipped to the leather collar about her neck.  Tethered to a lead Amber was tugged… led along towards her fate.

“Ouch.  Watch it!”  She beckoned as someone guided her along a path.  It was not rocky.  Amber’s bare feet would have felt even a small pebble.  Not hard like concrete.  Not sand.  It felt squishy under her feet... and between her toes. The canvas bag about her head seemed claustrophobic.  Amber wanted it off… yet maybe not either.  She considered whether knowing or not would be worse… What was she to do?  Where was she?  What did they want of her?  She stumbled along.

A door opened.  A step up… ouch.  Amber stubbed a toe.  A cool hard surface met her feet.  Amber stumbled along following blindly the tethering about her neck.  Light strained thru the bag.  It seemed warmer upon her skin.  Lights maybe?  The bag loosened about her neck.  She could not remove it with her hands shackled to her waist.   The bag lifted from her head… the glare of new lights blinded her eyes for a moment.  Amber began to focus.

Three people stood in front of her, one in a studded leather jacket and hood, another in a white overcoat, the kind a doctor might wear, and the last was a woman in black leather attire.

“Where the hell am I?”  She demanded shaking her head to clear her vision, being somewhat careful not to jostle her nipples about too much.  Her senses returning slowly, Amber became more acutely aware of her shackles… her attire… her tail. 

“What the…” She stared over one shoulder at her newly discovered tail…stunned.

“Who the hell are you?  Amber asked flatly.  The woman, dressed very much like Amber, stepped towards her.  In her hand was an envelope.  In silence the Mistress opened the envelope holding the paper inside up for Amber to read.  It was in her husband’s own script…

Amber, my love, I came across several emails from Don.  I believe you know the ones to which I refer.  As you can imagine I was upset.  You seem to have an addiction to Internet chats… that IS where we met.  You made a commitment to me when we married… and I intend that you honor it.  I love you very much.  I bought this service for you, for both of us.  Simply put you will be trained.  Your curiosities will be explored and met in this very controlled environment.  In part your stay will depend upon your ability to comply and learn your responsibilities towards me. 

I am not allowed to visit for several weeks and after that only once a week until your lessons are learned.  Fail to learn or comply with your training… well, they will explain that. 

                                       Love,

                                             Scott

Amber blinked and reread the note.  She was utterly dumb-founded.  Horror struck her at the idea of Scott finding her emails.  Some of the emails were graphic, sexual.  It was a lark, a passion, not a joke but not seriously real either.  She had not intended to hurt or embarrass him.  Nor did she ever plan on leaving his side.  Amber’s mind raced across the contents of the emails.  She had talked about animals, domination, orgies, etc.  None of these were real, just cyber.  Amber’s mind raced as she reread the note… “Curiosities will be explored”… surely not.  Then there was this “training”… trained for what?  Amber blushed.

“Okay.  What of it?”  She challenged her captors concealing for the moment the ache in her heart and panic of her mind.  Amber began to realize that Scott had signed her up for this… whatever exactly this might be… and that she thru her actions was, at least in some part, responsible for her standing here now.

Amber did not see the flat of the woman’s hand before it struck her squarely across the face.  The blow jolted her head shaking her breasts.  Amber gasped in startled pain.  New tears welled in her eyes, a trickle on her cheek.  Amber stood muted… angry… and silent.  She would not repeat the mistake of defiance right away.

“You will learn respect here.”  The Mistress said flatly.  There was no anger or animosity in her voice.  It seemed a voice of superiority and control, not to be defied in any manner.  Amber blinked as she looked into the woman’s eyes.  Amber did not speak.  Silence seemed prudent for the moment.

“You will refer to me as Mistress.  He is your Master, and this is the Doctor.”  Amber starred completely in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”  Before the sound of Amber’s voice had fallen into silence a finger flicked very tender nipples.  Pain raced thru Amber’s chest.  Recoiling with pain Amber gasped, “I guess not…” She whispered under her breath.  “Okay, I’ll play… Mistress, what is to become of me?”

“Better.  That is a proper question.  Only proper and useful questions will be answered… others will be dealt with here.  Here you will be trained.  When we are finished with you your Husband will become your Master.  You will come to understand what “Master” means… and in fact will appreciate your union with a new sense of self.

“The Doctor will examine you regularly.  You will be in his care for the next week during which you will work in house keeping.  After he releases you will begin your training thru service to your new Master and His House.  When the Master and your husband agree that your training is complete you will be returned home.”

“And if I don’t cooperate or refuse to play this silly game?”  Amber challenged.  The Mistress ignored her walking instead to a place behind the others.  Everyone stood silent.  Amber sensed a foreboding about the situation.           Her Mistress produced a small whip.  The challenge left Amber’s eyes as the Mistress returned.  Amber shied away in fear as Mistress raised the whip.  Memory recognition returned to Amber’s bottom.

“No.  You wouldn’t… don’t.”  The words fell only short of the first blow finding Amber’s chest.  The second struck her on the shoulder.

“You will address me as Mistress or pay dearly to learn this lesson.”  The whip stood still Amber was too shocked to weep.

“Yes, Mistress.”  She spoke reflexively.

“Now ask a proper question.”  The Mistress demanded.

“Yes, Mistress.  And if I refuse to play this game, Mistress?”  The Mistress smiled wryly.

“You will be punished for your failures or inadequate efforts.  You will see what refusal brings.  And if your Husband is not satisfied with your training…” she paused, smiled, and continued, “This Master will simply sell your ass to an out of town concern for services to be rendered.  Understand?”  She stepped back to her place beside the Master.

“I own you.”  He announced with an almost regal conviction.  “Your body is mine to use as I will.  I will use it for my personal pleasures and entertainment, and the benefit of my House.  Thru service you will tame your contrary spirit and train your soul.”  He turned leaving Amber speechless.  This arrogant nut seemed to believe this dribble.

“You will follow me please.”  The Doctor said turning thru a side doorway.  The Mistress stood whip at the ready if Amber failed to move promptly.  Amber shuffled along behind the Doctor.  It seemed the prudent thing at the moment.  This whole nightmare seemed surreal.  Yet here Amber stood facing this real time, not some cyber thing at all.

The Doctor released the dildo.  It slipped quietly from Amber’s sopping spent sex.  The release felt really good.  Stillness crept thru Amber’s body restoring in her a sense privacy and self to her shattered ego. 

“Sit.”  He spoke quietly.

“With this tale in my ass?”  Amber stated incredulously.

“Shall I ask the Mistress to help you?”  The Doctor smiled.

“No.  That will be fine.”  Amber found it uncomfortable to sit upon her tail.  The weight of her body pressed the bulbous plug deeper into her rectum.  The need to shit long since lost in the trauma of the moment returned with discomfort.  She fidgeted about.  Her hands remained shackled to her waist.  The Doctor removed the nipple clamps…slowly…with delight…one at a time.  The blood rushed silently into Amber’s nipples.  Amber screamed in pain and writhed about unable to attend to the pain raging in her nipples.  She began to sob as the blood throbbed back into her flesh.  Each beat of her heart exploding pain into her nipples racing thru thousands of tiny nerves pulsing, throbbing; exploding thru Amber’s being.   Amber took no notice of the Doctor for the moment.  Streams of tears flowed thru tightly closed eyes.

“Lay back, please.”  Amber’s chest heaved with deep sobs as she struggled to comply without loosing her balance.  Finally she lay backwards with a thump.  The Doctor released one wrist and locked it above her head, then the other.  He placed her ankles into familiar stirrups locking them in place.  Amber’s sobs receded into a dismal fear of her situation.  He examined her sex, thoroughly though very professionally.  This was uncomfortable and embarrassing enough with her own Doctor, so much more so now, considering her plight at the moment.  Yet the Doctor seemed professional about everything.  Amber’s tensions eased a little.

“No diseases.  Good.”  With that he drew a blood sample and left… leaving Amber exposed and waiting… confined and scared.  Nearly and hour later he returned.

“The blood work up seems normal enough.  You are carrying a few extra pounds my Dear.  Mistress will see to that.  The corset will help shape your figure.”  He fussed with something across the room as he droned on.  He returned with a tray. Mistress appeared as if summoned.

Amber observed silently.  Her fears heightened at the sight of the Mistress.  The Doctor picked up an instrument, Mistress another.  Amber watched in horror as the Mistress picked up her tender violated nipple with forceps.  The Doctor had something sharp like a needle in his hands.

“What…” Amber whispered under her breath.  “No, Mistress, please…” They ignored her plea.  The Doctor pressed the needle hard upon the side of her nipple.  The prick was excruciating… Nipples are very course, hard flesh… thousand of nerves scream the intrusion… The needle pressed hard against Amber’s sensitive nipple, with force it penetrated… then smoothly passing thru soft flesh… meeting hard resistance on the opposing side… pushing, Amber’s wailing, and passing out the other side.  Amber’s sobs returned, pain overpowering her senses.  She closed her eyes as the Doctor returns a large steel loop thru the wound.  At the end of the loop and dangling directly at the front of Amber's nipple is a small jingling bell.  It tinkles merrily with every painful motion.  Amber screamed and wept as they pierce her other nipple.  What more…

Another medical looking woman returned to Amber’s side.  This won’t hurt too much.  She raised a wand looking thing.  A small beam of light bore upon Amber’s muff.  It crackled beneath the beam. There was a warmth, just a bit too warm for comfort, but not painful upon her mound.  The hairs crackled.  It took about fifteen minutes to complete remove the overgrown hair from about her sex.  Amber lay bare as the day she was born.  The woman dusted her underarm hair.  As she was cleanly shaved there was no sound just the warmth.  The she began working the stubble of growth upon Amber’s legs.  Fifteen minutes longer and she was finished.

“May I ask?”  Amber only just dare venture a question, tears still streaking her cheeks.  “Mistress?”  She added in a panicked whisper.

“Not, Mistress.  There is only one Mistress.  My name is Kathy.  I have given you the first of several laser treatments.  This will completely and permanently remove hair.  No more shaving.”  Kathy smiled politely.

“That’s fine for my legs and such, but my pubic hair too?”  Amber asked astonished.  Kathy’s eyes sparkled as she smiled.

“Yes, that too, it makes you more accessible and cleaner.  You’ll get use to it.”  Kathy left the room.  Amber lay quietly.  She liked her furry mound… and now it was gone, forever.

Mistress and the Doctor returned after another five or ten minutes.  Amber felt dread at their return.  Together they examined her labia.  Waves of anger and embarrassment washed over her as they prodded about her most private places.  She wanted to scream at them, tell them to stop the violation.  She felt humiliated as they discussed HER sex… like parts of some inanimate object.  She knew better.  Overwhelmed by the moment she squinted her eyes tightly closed in forced silence.

“Three I believe, Mistress.”  The Doctor spoke.

“Yes.  That will be fine for now.  If she fails us you can complete your work later.”

       With that the Doctor handed forceps to the Mistress.  Amber dared not even consider what they might be discussing.  Either fear or horror awaited her, of that she was complete sure.  She refused to look denying the reality upon her.  Forceps pinched hard upon her labia… the needle prick caught her breath.  Tears rolled again as Amber’s chest heaved another sob.  Her tender soft labia were pierced three times passing rings about the size of her wedding band thru each piercing.  The rings were hollow steel, brittle so as to shatter if anyone were to attempt to remove them leaving razor like edges to pass thru shredding her flesh.  The epoxy about the set screw made it so those screws could never be reversed.  Permanent!  A small lock was threaded thru the three small rings at her sex and clicked closed.  The Mistress attached a course chain from each nipple ring to Amber’s collar and one between each nipple forming a simple triangle of shiny silver chain.

       “A lock, Mistress?”  Amber asked, squinting the tears from her eyes.

       “Yes.  Only those with whom the Master chooses to share a key will enjoy your sex from now on.”  Residual pain pulsated thru Amber’s body.  Her very soul seemed racked with new aches and pains… more still she lay bruised at her core from the trauma of the night.

       “You will lay here for a while to recover your sense.  I will examine you again in a while.”  The Doctor pulled the curtain to one side. 

Next to Amber lay another woman bound much the same as Amber.  Amber struggled to clear her head and focus her eyes.  The woman appeared restrained and drugged, lying motionless across from Amber’s table.  Amber watched her as time pass slowly by.  The woman had bruises about her thighs, stripes from the whip… and marks about her sides.  Her nipples were pierced in the same manner as were Amber’s.  She wore a bridle gag, and a corset.  Her sex lay exposed to Amber.  It too was adorned with steel loops, many more loops.  But there was no lock… and the loops seemed smaller.  Amber struggled to see more clearly.  She could not.  Amber lay still resting.  Time passed like an eternity in slow motion review.

       “I see you are doing well enough.”  The Doctor said quietly. 

       “What of her?”  Amber asked politely.

       “She refused her training; too bad really.  She was a nice enough girl too.  The Master was patient to a fault with her, and the Mistress, well, ever the disciplinarian.”  The Doctor shrugged.  “Master tried to sell her as is, but no one would stand her resistance.  You see this small steel loops?”  He asked Amber holding a shiny steel loop about ½-nch with 1/8-inch steel walls.   “We closed her sex with these.  They pass thru each side holding the labia closely together.  Only something the size of your little finger will pass between them.  Though she may desire a man, she will never share her sex with another.   I have made very sure of that.  The walls of these little rings are made of hollow metal so as to shatter almost like glass if she tries to remove them.”  The Doctor smiled like a demon at Amber.  “Please don’t resist your training.”  He pulled the curtain about Amber.  “We have one thing left to complete then you will be shown to your dorm room.”  Amber stared at the woman.  She lay in horror at her plight.  Her sex permanently closed to anyone… she would not find a husband, a lover… or know a family.  Empathy, pity, sadness… exhaustion and terror swept thru her like tidal waves.

Amber could not imagine, nor dare she imagine, what might be left.  She stared at her roommate’s pussy astonished, horrified, and sickened at the thought of this woman’s plight.  Amber knew that she was not going to refuse her training, whatever that might be, not if this was the consequence.  The Doctor released Amber’s arms reattaching each to her waist.  Next her ankles were released, though still shackled together.  Amber stood. 

“Bend across the table please.  Now stand very still.  This is to help with infection.”  The Doctor gave Amber a shot in her bottom.  “Stay still please.”  Amber lay quietly across the table waiting.  She did not see the red-hot branding iron, nor sense its presence.  The searing pain of burning flesh, her burning flesh startled her.  She jumped violently howling in agony.  The Doctor laughed out loud. 

“I enjoy the surprise of the first branding iron.”

“You sick Son-of-a-Bitch.”  Amber cursed at him dancing about painfully.

“Yes.  And because I do enjoy it so I will let this little outburst slip by without informing the Mistress.  But this will be the last time I allow it.”  He chuckled in glee.  “Your branding takes place in parts.  It will be a reward for completion of each part of your training.  You have completed this first part of your training.  Fail the training and…” He nodded at the woman across the way.

“And for success I get branded.”  Tears flowed down Amber’s cheeks.

“Yes.  In the end you will have a wonderful brand from the Master to show his possession.  A diploma will be tattooed upon  your pubis just above the clitoris.”  The Mistress entered behind Amber.

“I see you are enjoying yourself again, Doctor.”  The Mistress gloated.

“Yes, thank you Mistress.  She is yours now.  Have her back here every morning for the next week.  We have to keep an eye out for infections.”  The Doctor turned about with a smile still dancing upon his lips.

“Follow me.”  The command was given quietly by the Mistress.  Amber, her head still ringing echoes from the Doc’s last words, dared not hesitate.  Quietly and very diligently she followed behind the Mistress dragging her shackles with her.  Motion, moving about hurt her severely.  Amber struggled with the trauma.  Every moment of the past several hours had held another trauma; humiliation, pain, terror… whatever might be next Amber did not dare to consider.

       “Kate, show Amber to her room.  She will room with you until the Doctor gives his release.  She is your charge to train up rightly.”  The Mistress spoke plainly though considerately to Kate.

       Kate was dressed similarly to Amber.  Her nipples were pierced and chained exactly the same, save Kate’s rings and chains were of shiny gold.  Amber noticed the contrast to her shiny stainless steel rings and chains.  Kate picked up on Amber’s glance smiling.

       “If you serve well the Master will change yours to gold.  The gold is a symbol of the value the Master has placed upon my service to Him and his House.  I have tried.”  Kate smiled with pride.  Amber wondered about the “services” not sure whether to admire or disdain Kate’s efforts.

       Kate’s breasts were fully exposed, pushed up pronouncedly by a strongly boned corset, royal blue with white lace trims. Kate’s blue eyes sparkled matching her garment.  She sported a bushy blond tail from behind soft satin panties.  The lock about her sex was clearly visible.  A small key hung from a tiny chain about her neck.  Amber surmised the nature of the key.  Kate’s waist was tiny, narrow, shaping her hips and tummy perfectly into her bosoms and shoulders.  Her make up was near perfect.  Kate’s chest and breasts were done up for presentation.  She was the perfect display of female sensuality.  Kate wore it well.  As Kate turned the corner of the dormitory corridor Amber took notice of nicely shaped insignia, her brand, finished, adorning the upper right cheek of her bottom.

       “This is your room.”  Kate pointed to a small bedroom area adjoining the common area of their dorm room.  The room contained a small simple unmade bed and chest of drawers.  Sheets folded neatly lay at the foot of Amber’s bed.  A small box of supplies sat upon the dresser.  There were no clothes.

       “This first week is going to be difficult.  I know.  I could not believe where I was when I got here.  I will not tell you to make yourself at home or get comfortable.  This place will give no comfort and, God I hope this is nothing like your home!”  Kate was honest anyway.

       “No.”  Amber spoke as though it was the last available effort she was going to muster tonight.  She staggered towards her bed.

       “I am sorry…” Kate paused.  “I don’t know your name.”

       “Amber.”

       “I am sorry, Amber, but I must chain and lock you down until the Mistress tells me otherwise.  You see some of the woman try some stupid things at night.”

       “Sure.”  It made a very strange kind of perfect sense.  Amber methodically made her bed and put away her toiletries.  Stepping gingerly to the common room Amber found Kate sitting reading in silence. 

       “Is this real or just a really awful nightmare?”

       “Oh, it’s very real.  You might as well dispose of your old sense of self and sexual propriety.  Tonight is just the beginning.”  Kate smiled tightly.  “I am nothing of what I was before I came here.  You haven’t a choice either.  So don’t think for a moment of resisting or fighting them.  You will just get punished and in the end you will do what they say anyway.”

       “So what’s to become of me?”  Amber asked trying to sit upon her tail.  “And where is your tail?”  Amber noticed that Kate was not wearing her tail.

       “You don’t have to wear it when you are in the dorms.  But you best never be caught outside without your proper attire.” 

       Amber stood walking to the privacy of her room, removing her tail to the dresser.  It felt so good, such a relief to have it out.  Amber went to the bathroom to freshen her bottom before returning to Kate’s company.

       “Okay.  What’s next?”  Amber sat down.  Her bottom felt naked.  Her labia tender to the touch something she dared not do.  Amber was careful, very careful.  Everything about her hurt…. Sobbing and tears had left her with a tremendous headache and red, sore eyes.

       “You are under the Doctor’s care for most of the first week or two depending on how you heal.  He will inspect your piercing, the branding, and monitor your physical training.  You will do mostly housekeeping until he says otherwise.”  Kate handed a paper to Amber.

Doctor supervised housekeeping until you are leased.  This will depend on you.  After your release:

Week one:        Domestic service to the house.         Center piece of “Getting to know you”

Week two:        Main attraction of West Wing.        Visitation.

Week three:        Services in the South Wing.        Weekend pass.

Week four:        Graduation… and…                Auction.

       “What exactly does this mean?”  Amber asked Kate.

       “I cannot say.  Except that it is your schedule of training, same as mine.  Oh, get ready to work out Amber.  You will spend a good part of every day in aerobics.  The Doc will make up a diet.  You will lose those extra inches.  The corset will shape your figure.  And they will use the results, trust me, they will use the results.  You will not move on from week to week until your shape is presentable.  So if you want to get thru the time here as quickly as possible loose the weight and work with the system.  Besides you really won’t mind the result.”  Kate smiled, and she had a right to.  Her shape was wonderful.  Amber appraised her own condition.  This could take a while…

       “Are you in training or…” Amber wasn’t really sure what might be next.

       “Actually I finished a week ago.  I was sold at auction.  My soon to be Ex did not pony up the balance due on the account.  I was sold to an estate in South Hampton for $20,000.  I leave as soon as the papers are final.  Meanwhile I help out the Mistress and work in the South Wing mostly.  Like I said you don’t have a choice, so make the most of it.”  Kate didn’t smile this time.

       “South Wing?  West Wing?  What’s up with that?” Amber asked.

       “That I can not say.”  Kate’s look closed the topic.  Amber stood.

       “This nightmare has been too much.  I’m going to bed.”  Amber strolled off.  Kate followed.  The chain…  Kate chained and locked Amber’s ankle to a large black ring protruding from the wall adjacent to the doorway.

       “You’ll be able to reach the toilet and the bed from here.  Behave.  You can get thru this.  I did.”  Kate turned the lights out on a barely conscious Amber.  Amber longed for sleep.  

The quiet of unconscious sleep seemed an escape of this trauma.  Amber’s mind would not sleep.  In the stillness Amber could recall every detail of the note from Scott… and every email she had exchanged with Don.  A twinge of pain in her breasts revived the horrors of the evening.  And now she would spend a good month or more here, a prisoner of her own indulgence.  Amber replayed each email… and wondered about Scott.  How must he have felt?  She had not intended to hurt him… nor for that matter really explore the realities of any of her chit-chat.  It was a rush, a fantasy, with all the excitement of an illicit affair with none of the consequences.  But there were consequences.  Here she was, naked and chain to this place of horrors, a very real consequence.  

Amber dared not consider other consequences, the price of the future awaiting her over these four weeks.  The Mistress of the House had adequately convinced Amber that she was not to be trifled with.  Amber would not have many options… and she knew the end of utter refusal.  She liked sex, liked her sex as it was.  She and Scott had a good sex life.  She felt fairly sure that closing her sex would end her marriage with Scott.  So that was not an option.  Amber would have to comply, to be trained, as these people instructed.  The Master of the House had proclaimed that he owned her… and would use her… for his pleasures and the benefit of his House.  Deep inside Amber smoldered with anger.  No one OWNED her!  Yet what choice would she have?  Amber did not wish to be “used” and she was fairly sure what “that” might involve especially in this place.  But here wishes were mute.  And she did understand that much for the moment.  Amber’s fingers lightly danced about the chains and rings of her bodice… and gingerly around her sex.  Much more than the slightest touch pained her.  Tears welled in her eyes.  A trickle of salty regret stained her pillow. 

Exhaustion, emotionally spent and physical worn, unconsciousness over powered her mind.  Amber passed from this last day into the first of her new reality. 

       Amber sat upright with a bolt.  “Sold… auctioned off… non-payment…  God No!”  The words though heard had escaped Amber’s consciousness until this moment.  Kate had been sold.  She had said so.  Amber was sure about it.  She and Scott were not well off.  Did he know?  Could he, would he afford her?  How much did it cost to train her?  Amber’s heart pounded inside her.  Panic raced wildly as she considered the words that had nearly escaped her.  Sleep was gone…  Amber awaited the beginning with anxiety nearing panic.

       

Week One: Housekeeping

       Before the sun was up Kate came for Amber.  Amber did not shower… and sponge bath for a day of two.  The piercing had to heal some before she would be allowed to shower.  Kate helped tied Amber into her corset… and the tail.  Amber had to be reminded by Kate. 

       “Yes.  I remember.  You told me last night.”  Amber found a supply of KY in her supplies box and went into the bathroom.  A few minutes later she was ready to be locked into her special leather panty.  It had to large metal rings at either side of the waistband and was split to allow full visibility and access to her sex… but it did lock her tail securely into her rectum.   Amber wore leather ankle and wrist cuffs with matching “D” rings, and locks.  Everywhere Amber looked women wore attire very much like hers and Kate’s… locks everywhere and on everything.  At least Amber was not alone here.  She counted over twenty women as Kate escorted her to the Doctors office.

       “Hello, Amber.”  The Doctor seemed pleasant on this way-to-early a morning.  Amber strained out a smile.  She did not like this man more because he openly enjoyed his work than for what he did here. 

       “Sit.”  Amber sat upon the examination table.  The tail, her tail, was not an issue as she had learned last night.  “Good.  Very nice…  Your nipples are healing up nicely.”  He spoke as he traced the contours of her breasts with his fingers.  “You have very nicely shaped breasts young lady.  Lay back please.  Lets have a look at your labia.”  Amber winced at the very mention of her sex by this man, as well she should have.  Gently he began rolling her clitoris between his finger and her pelvis.  Amber felt violated as this man toyed with her sex. 

“There is a bit of inflammation.  We’ll have to watch this carefully.  For now all is as it should be.”  Amber’s body felt his subtle stimulation.  Her tummy flinched as he spoke.  He smiled slyly at Amber while continuing to massage her clit. 

       “Does that feel good?”  Amber refused to acknowledge his violation of her privacy.  Her body did not follow her wishes as beads of moisture began to form upon slightly colored labia.  She blushed with embarrassment.  Her labia colored as her body dismissed her greatest wishes by responding to his touch.  The Doctor continued, softly rolling her expanding clit beneath its hood.  Amber recognized the small marble at the apex of her sex.    The Doctor smiled and watched Amber.  Amber starred back struggling to maintain complete emotion control depriving him of any satisfaction.

       “Cum for me.  Let yourself go.  It feels  so good.”  The Doctor spoke barely above a whisper.   Amber’s swollen sex WAS responding.  She just refused to accept delivery or to grant the Doctor the acknowledgement of his pleasures.  Her tummy contracted involuntarily.  The Doctor persisted knowing he would win eventually.  Amber struggled to keep her focus. 

       “Your sex is so soft.  I can feel you are nearly at your time.  Relax.  Enjoy… I am.”

       Amber gritted her teeth.  NO.  This bastard would not control her sex… but she knew in the end he would.  Amber dared not refuse anyone the pleasures of her sex.  They had demonstrated that most plainly last night.  But she would deny them the satisfaction of her response… she was so determine.  Another contraction… another… Amber strained against the inevitable.

       “Good.  Cum for me.”  Amber struggled… and lost.  Her breathing shortened.  Her eyes closed.  Her sex convulsed.  The Doctor persisted.  Amber came in waves of orgasmic pleasure completely dominated by her own natural responses. 

       “Oh, yes… God it feels so good… oh… damn I hate you…” Amber grunted as the Doctor completed his morning’s pleasures.

       “Fine.  All works very well.”  The Doctor turned reporting directly to an observant Mistress.  He was not taking liberties, but making sure that her sex WORKED!  Imagine, verifying the serviceability of the merchandise, her merchandise, her sex!  The realization hit Amber like a freight train.  Amber sat up right near bolting.  She jingled… her breasts announcing her presence.

       “Follow me Amber.”  The Mistress led the way.  Amber followed in silence.

       

       “You will work out twice a day.  Frankly, Amber, you’re a little round in the wrong places.  The Doctor will regulate your nutrition.  Between your trainer and the Doctor we will get you in much better shape.  Your corset will be adjusted daily to shape your figure.   Your body, your sexuality is what pays for your stay here. 

       “After your regular Doctors visit report to the trainer… twice a day, after this mornings work out report to the general staff.  Your duties will be posted for you after each work out session.  You will do dishes, laundry, and housekeeping for most of this week.  The Doctor will continue to monitor your piercings and such twice a day before each work out session.

       “Any questions?”  The Mistress paused.

       “No Mistress.”  Amber responded respectfully.  She hated housework!  But then no one aspires to laundry and dishes.

       The trainer began Amber’s day by a simple walk on the treadmill.  Afterwards she did tummy crunches and a few exercises to shape her thighs.   Nothing was very strenuous or exhausting.  Amber kind of droned on thru the workout.  Her tail was the biggest problem.  Sitting was very uncomfortable.  The tummy crunches felt like she was being jabbed in the bottom.  Smallish beads of perspiration found sensitive wounds.  The salt of her own sweat stung.  The most embarrassing and difficult things for Amber were the Keagle muscles.

       The trainer unlocked the tiny lock about her sex.  Movement of the rings brought tears to Amber’s eyes.  He was careful, but still.  She felt humiliated at everyone accessing her sex… like she had no part of it anymore.  It was part of her.  It defined part of who she was… and now not.  She had no jurisdiction about her own sex.  That was more difficult than the pain of her piercings. 

       “Do you know what Keagle muscles are?”  The trainer asked pleasantly.

       “No, Sir, not really.”  Amber had heard or read something or another once, but had given no particular consideration to the idea.

       “They are a group of internal muscles about your sex.  Flex your bottom for me.”

       Amber obliged with a blush of embarrassment.

       “Good.  Now close your eyes and try to flex only the muscle around your ass.  Now try to flex only those around your pussy.  Feel the difference.”

       “Yes, actually, I do.”  Amber was a little surprised at her discovery.

       “You will need to develop better control.  That comes with practice.  Do ten flexes of each muscle group… then repeat it yourself.  Do three sets of ten.”

       “Okay…” Amber must have looked puzzled.  All the other exercises were familiar and/or made some kind of sense.  But this?

       “You must learn to use these muscles in giving and accentuating the sexual pleasure of others.”  The trainer answered her unasked question.

       Both sets of muscles… the thought stuck in Amber’s stomach like a huge knot.  She was beginning to appreciate that her body was being groomed, trained, for sexual pleasure, not necessarily her pleasure… and she was not in control of the patrons.  Amber’s choked on her own bile as she set about the work of grooming herself and training her sex. 

       Her chores were simple enough.  Laundry in the AM dishes after lunch, and housekeeping in the evening.  The days were long.  The Doc had provided quite a regimented diet.   Amber ate little, less than her appetite, less than she was used to, though she did not feel starved – or deprived of nutrition.  He kept her sex “working” twice daily.  No one ever gets used to “everyone” handling your most private places.  You just get kind of numb to it.  Amber was numbing daily. 

       Amber’s muscles ached at first.  Even though the workouts were not strenuous or new, extended uses left their toll.  Amber felt stiff… in places she never imagined feeling anything at all.  Her corset was dramatically tightened by the end her third day.  By the end of her first week Amber was able to notice a few definite improvements in her figure… and her “trained” sexual response.  At least that part was pleasant, she thought, as she looked into the mirror.  

       After four days Amber’s course dark pubic hair was beginning to show.  The young laser Maiden followed her Doctor’s appointment.  She was always very pleasant.  Amber did not mind her attentions.  Amber’s skin felt warm as the lady worked.  With a small crackle Amber’s hair simply disappeared.  Within a half an hour or so of the laser treatments Amber’s skin remained silky smooth, not a stubbly hair on her body.

       “There you are Amber.  Your hair is quite resilient.  Dark hair is that way sometimes.  This should do for another week.  Then maybe one last treatment will finish things up.”  Amber had learned not to question things she was told, inevitably they would happen pretty much as she had been told.  Fighting against issues just got her roommate whipped… and then they did it anyway.  So she would be smooth, hairless for the rest of her life… at least she would not have to shave anything ever again. 

It took just over two weeks for her wounds to heal.  Then it was that time of month.  Housekeeping seemed to be her future. Her shape and physical presence was becoming noticeably better.   By the end of that third week her ‘roundness’ had trimmed nicely.  Amber had reached the serviceable standard for her Master’s use..  She had not looked this good in quite a long time.

The Visitor’s Banquet

       Amber read the note left for her after her morning workout:

               

Amber,

                       I miss you so very much.  I have realized my love for you more

               these past few weeks than I could have imagined.  I get daily updates thru the internet.

               They tell me that you are well.   Your photos look fabulous.   I am glad for that.  I will be at                        the Visitor’s Banquet this weekend… and then I am told that we can spend the rest of the                        weekend together, at the resort of course.

See you soon, my Love,

               Scott

       Amber’s heart virtually danced.  It had been nearly a month since she had had any contact outside this nightmarish prison.  And she missed Scott.  Her anger at his doing this to her aside she missed hearing his voice at the end of a day… his touch at night… she missed making love to Scott.  She missed loving him and his loving her.  She missed his eyes, his smile…  Amber’s mind played for a long time over all the things she missed about her husband.  She giggled as she nearly trotted to her assigned chores.  Long ago Amber had quit taking notice of her bouncing jingling bells… and made a muted peace with her tail.  Scott was coming!  Excitement became her.

       Kate was to be delivered day after next… the banquet was tonight.  Amber’s emotions ran wildly at two extremes.  She had grown to depend upon Kate for hope and stability in the never-ending nightmare of her training.  Kate’s very existence seemed to give Amber a knowledge that she too would get thru this.  She had almost forgotten that Kate had been sold to retire the unsatisfied debt of her training.  She would miss Kate, no, more than miss her.  Amber needed Kate. Kate listened, coached, soothed, assisted, and directed Amber. What was she going to do without her at the end of the day?  Amber’s heart wrenched.  What was she going to do?  Amber’s mind quickly changed thoughts… her heart lifted rapidly.

       Scott would be here tonight… with her thru the weekend.  Amber needed Scott right now, needed him to have a hope of a real life after this place.  Yes, an altered life, altered in ways Amber dared not consider.  She had seen Kate return late at night with tell tale signs of things that frightened Amber.  Scott gave her another kind of hope… and a rush of the giggles.  Amber virtually jumped with excitement. 

       The Doctor arrived at Amber’s room.  It was a bit of a surprise, making a house call and all.  Amber did not like him… and she did not want her sex diddled right now, just before Scott’s visit.

       “Take this.”  The Doctor handed Amber a small white tablet.

       “What is it?”  Amber asked swallowing the pill as she was told.

       “Something to help you with the banquet tonight.”  The Doctor left the room.  That was all?  Curious.

Amber did not really notice the drowsiness that befell her, nor her falling fast asleep an hour before her reunion with Scott.  The Doctor returned shortly after Amber had gone to sleep.  Quietly he injected Amber with several other drugs.  She did not flinch.  The Mistress watched in silence until the Doctor had finished his examination being sure that Amber was immobile, fast-asleep and safe. 

“She’s ready for you now.”  The Doctor left the room with the Mistress.  An assistant entered followed by Kate.  She knew what to do. 

Amber was stripped naked.  It was difficult for the two of them to hoist another human body.   Carefully they struggled with Amber’s dead weight getting her into the bathroom where she was given a warm enema, a douche, and a nice sponge bath.  Amber was cleaned carefully inside and out.  Kate and her assistant placed a very unconscious Amber into an ordinary wheel chair taking her to the banquet room.  There were five other women sitting quietly in wheel chairs as Kate entered the hall.

Many women were busy decorating the hall.  This was a big event for all at the Manner House.  Once a month the Master and the Mistress of the House would present their charges, most often those new to the Manner,  to the group in a large festive banquet.  Today four were newbies, one a return trainee, and one to balance the banquet tables.  EVERYONE was required to be on his or her most perfect behavior.  Several strong men placed Amber upon a table.  All six women soon lay on their backs at the center of each table, asleep and quite incapable of motor function.

Someone slipped a leather hood over the slumbering Amber’s head.  It had no eyeholes and covered to only just below her nose, allowing a small opening for her nose to breathe.  It was laced snugly about her head.  Amber and the other girls slept quietly.  Amber’s wrists were tied and lashed to her upper biceps just below her armpits.  Each arm lay to the side and flat upon the table.  Her wrist cuffs locked to the tabletop itself.  Half loops of plastic fitted snuggly over and between the middle portion of each finger fastened each digit securely to the table.  Amber’s knees were tied securely together at the knee.  Her waist and neck collars contained several large steel “D” loops.  These fastened tightly to the tabletop and locked.   Her feet were pointed like a ballet dancer’s and tied from ankle thru the web of her big toe to opposing table legs.  Each ankle cuff was locked snuggly to the tabletop.

Those in charge of the displays moved from woman to woman while others quickly followed finishing the décor of their centerpieces.  Amber’s mouth was fitted with a dental bridge locking her mouth open.   A candle was placed at the center opening of the bridge.  Another candle was welded, with small amounts of molten wax, into the palms of each hand.  A small candleholder was placed at her breast allowing for the candle to be steady, burn, and deliver the excess of melted wax upon her soft breasts beneath.  A large candle was placed between her fleshy thighs embracing her shorn pussy.  Greenery and fine china was set about the display.  It was near time for the guests.

The Doctor checked each of his charges, pulse, breathing, etc.  As each was cleared he administered another shot.  This would keep them from moving for many hours.  The second shot counteracted their sleep... they would be awake for the banquet.  Each of the Ladies began to wake up.  They could see, but for the blind folds.  They could hear, but they could not speak.  They were totally conscious except that they were totally immobile.  The fog began to lift from Amber’s mind.

Where was she?  What had happened?  Scott… what about Scott?  Her head began to clear a little at a time like descending thru a large fluffy cloud catching only briefest glimpses of consciousness… fading in and out.  She struggled to focus.  She could not move.  Slowly Amber began to be aware of the sounds about her.  Talking… who… yes… that was Scott’s voice.  She tried to move but no muscle would respond, nothing.  She listened…

“Yes, she is quite beautiful tonight.” 

“I am so impressed with the progress they have made in just a few short weeks.”  THAT was Scott.

“I have been very pleased with the result.”  The voice was unfamiliar to her.

“How long has it been since your wife was last here?”  Scott again.

“It’s been several years now actually.  We do these little refreshers every few years for just a few weeks of service to the Master of the House.   Tina doesn’t object.  And I… well; we have both enjoyed the changes really.  I know I have.  I believe that she does too.  I would certain recommend the Master to anyone.”

“True enough.  But mine only lasted about six months.  They've tried retraining her twice now.  Jenny fights everything.  I’m afraid that I’ll just have to put her up for auction and start over… sad really.  I love Jenny really… and the money is no compensation for her loss.  But she just won’t take hold of things.”

“I’ve been kind of unsure about my decision.  I am hoping Amber will learn something here.  I love her so...  She is my whole life.  Frankly, though, I’m not sure about all the life-style changes.  I caught her in an on-line affair and was afraid of loosing her.  I thought a bit of appreciation and respect my do her some good.  I don’t know… I’m just not sure about how they use her.  I worry about her.”  Scott spoke almost pensively.  Amber yearned to yell, to tell him her feelings about this place… just to speak to him.  OUCH!  What the hell was that!

A tiny clear bead of wax dripped onto her soft breast.  OUCH!  It was like burning bullets shooting thru her flesh and directly into her brain.  Another droplet fell upon her other breast… then her hand… and on her tongue.  Amber tried to wince, to scream, to move, nothing.  A tear, tears long since dried began to stain her cheek as the wax dribbled about her body.  A small stream breached the puddle at the center of the large candle.  The wax streamed down its side, onto her sex and followed the crease of her sex until it began to form one solid finger.  Amber tried to writhe in pain.  She had lost the conversation… a conversation about her, Scott’s voice.  They spoke as though she were not present before them.  It puzzled Amber… and angered her… OUCH!  Damn it!  Amber concentrated hard to move any part of her being… nothing… Ouch!  Another clear sparkling bead of agony fell upon tender flesh.

Each of the women endured in silence, motionless as their benefactors sat talking about them and before them.  Everyman knowing that their wife or lover was here though not necessarily as one of the centerpieces before them.   Each woman knowing by recognition the voice and the presence one of those before those seated about her.  Not one woman could respond though each would try thru the whole of the banquet. 

After the banquet the guests were introduced to the remainder of the Master facilities.  They explored, used, and enjoyed the House, each new member learning that before their Lady’s time was complete, each would be both hostess and the entertainment in each facility.  It was harrowing, stimulating, and sobering for Scott.  His self-doubts continued knowing too that Amber’s personal safety depended upon his compliance as well as hers.  Scott would not risk her.

In the silence of the hall as men and women busied themselves with the clean up of the banquet the women began to recover.  Only their masks were removed.  Each soon became very much aware of her condition.  Thru which they had spent the evening… in front of their personal benefactors, friends, and associates.  Amber’s humiliation grew as her consciousness grew.  Slowly motor function began to return.  Amber moved her head about.  She struggled against the bindings only to find what she had already known that she was bound securely… knowing now that she had been “displayed” as a centerpiece of the banquet greeting her own husband.  The wax dripped periodically.  Amber wept in silence. 

It was another hour before any of the women were released.  The Doctor checked each woman.  Amber felt a bit groggy, sickish, but that was clearing up.  She sat quietly, trained to be silent unless spoken to or needing something, picking bits of wax form her body.  Frankly she was starting to feel a pride in her body that she had not realized.  It was becoming very shapely, firmed from exercises and diet, and shaped by her corset, which she was not wearing at the moment.  Amber was stiff and sore.  It was hard to stand. 

“Each of you will go to your rooms.  Your respective benefactors will join you when they have finished their tour of our facilities.  Those wishing to do so may spend as much of the next two days as they like.  You will all remain behind to complete your training.”  The Master’s voice was rich, deep, and manly.  Lusty was what struck Amber most.  Amber a bit lost for never having been in this part of the House, searched for familiar surroundings leading back to her room.

Amber felt a sense of security at finding her room.  The drugs had worn off now.  She replayed the visions of her night at the center of the table.  She blushed embarrassed at her nakedness, finding a bit of anger too at her being display to others in front of her husband.  Amber knew to set her shackles.  The locks clicked closed.  There she waited… naked… shackled… in silence.

Kate was gone.  Amber’s heart broke in the silence.  She seemed so very much alone.  A tear quietly stained her soft cheek.  Amber waited fighting with sorrow at her lost friend, anger at Scott for her embarrassment, hopeful and waiting desperately for his presence, and sad at his absence. Minutes dragged by like hours.  There was a quiet knock in the stillness.  Amber stood…

“Yes.”  Amber answered in the gloom.

“Amber, is that you?”  It was Scott’s voice.  Amber’s heart nearly stopped.

“Yes, Scott.  I’ve been waiting for you all night.”  Amber hurried to greet him.  Her shackles tripped her.  Amber sprawled awkwardly at Scott’s feet.

“I’m so sorry.”  Scott helped her to her feet.  Amber wept loudly in his arms.  He felt so good to her.

“You know I hate you for all this.”  Amber blurted between sobs.

“I know.  I’m sorry for this too.”  Amber held Scott tightly.  “It will be over soon enough.”

“It’s so horrible, Scott.  Why?”  Amber knew the answers to all this, but it had to be said between them.

“Because I had to do something.  I didn’t want to loose you to someone else.  I felt like this was a kind of Cyber thing you would relate to… and well… I don’t know… I just did.”  Scott kissed her salty cheeks.  He truly wasn’t sure of everything especially now that he had toured the whole of the facilities, but it was far too late to repent of the acts.  He hoped she would understand and forgive him.

“That’s okay.  I do understand.  I love you, Scott… just hold me for awhile.”  Amber’s sobs eased as she stood in his arms.  “I’ll do this for you… for us.”  She looked up at her husband kissing his lips gently.

Scott dangled a small key in front of Amber.  She smiled knowing exactly what that key went to.  Her breasts jingle merrily as she ushered Scott to her tiny domain.

Amber wanted Scott… like a wanton sex starved beast.  She did not understand.  She did feel the passions rampant as he touched her.  His hands glided across silky smooth skin.  Amber’s sex blushed, beads of desire appeared on her swollen labia.  Her sex was very used to constant though unwanted attentions.  This she wanted.  And she was prepared for it.  His manhood slipped sweetly into her body.  Amber’s newly trained pussy virtually swallowed Scott’s cock sucking him deep inside.  He had never felt anything like it.  His mind raced wildly.  Amber’s pussy muscles milked, suckled, teased, and caressed Scott.  Her body responded equally finding new pleasures in her sexuality.  Amber made love, sensual, sexual, passionate love to her man.  Scott came with a shudder and a loud groan.  Amber’s pussy pulled him into her feeding her passions, her desires, and her feminine lust.  Amber worked her man nearing her own orgasm.  Amber’s pussy worked his cock keeping him firm inside her lusty body.  Amber came, her pussy’s Keagle muscles holding gently but securely onto his manhood pressed deep inside.  She felt renewed… a strange satisfaction at her new abilities… a kind of reward at her training.  Amber knew she had NEVER made love like this before, nor had she ever fucked Scott with such control.  He knew it too.  They made love like it was their wedding night, wildly, passionately, wonderfully.  Amber used every orifice to please her man.  She found new pleasures in her sex, her sexuality, and her passions.

West Wing Fun

Monday morning found Amber at the Doctor’s office beginning her routine.  She still felt resentment at this man’s intrusions into her privacy and anger at his diddling of her sex.

“I can see the weekend has been good to you.”  The Doctor’s smirk more than irritated her.

“Damn straight… so keep it to yourself if you don’t mind.”  Amber blurted out.  The Doctor smiled.

“Yes, Ma’am… but that will cost you.”  He smiled.  “The rings don’t seem to show a great deal of irritation from your activities.  Any other problems?”  He began his daily diddling of Amber’s clit.  She glared at the man… then lay back on the gurney.  She could not change the routine and she did enjoy the cumming.  Amber closed off the ‘who’ of things finding pleasure in her own sex.  Amber came… and came… and came.  He was good at this anyway.  He would keep her sex at the limit with multiple climaxes until she could stand no more… and Amber’s tolerance was expanding.  The Doctor smiled quietly as Amber’s sex convulsed.

It did cost her too.  She knew better than to mouth off to anyone like that.  But then she would rather pay the price than allow that pig to deface her weekend with Scott.  The Mistress’ whip found her bottom nine times.  Amber wailed in pain… a good pain… a pain chosen and well paid for!  Amber may not make the same choice next time but she was right this time.  Each blow found her soft skin tender.  Amber screamed, wept and paid. 

The Mistress released her without a single comment about her transgression.  Amber felt Mistress understood even though her blows had their reasons.  What bothered Amber was that the Mistress seemed to enjoy each blow for a ‘sake’ of its own.

“You will begin your training at the West Wing tonight.   Continue with your usual chores thru supper this evening, then rest.  You will be working late most evening for the next week or two.  The Master is pleased with your progress to this time.”  The Mistress untied Amber from the post where she had been whipped.  Amber sought to dissuade the red flesh at her derriere from demanding such attention.  Her bottom hurt like it hadn’t since she was a little girl.  Happily enough Amber went on about her accustomed routine, exercise and housekeeping.

“Hello, Amber.  My name is Cindy.  I’ll be your escort for this evening.”  The short brunette seemed pleasant though a bit diminutive for this place.

“And what will I be doing in the West Wing?”  Amber asked curious to know her next plight.

“Mistress will teach you.”  The little lady smiled turning about.  Her large breasts seemed top-heavy as she jingled about the hall.  She did not speak.  Amber considered the contrast of Cindy to her companion, Kate.  Amber missed Kate.

Cindy turned down a long hall.  The motif changed as they approached the end of the corridor.  Smooth painted walls became stone masonry.  They passed thru a small vestibule descending a long staircase lit with candled torches.  A sense of foreboding began to grow in the pit of Amber’s stomach.  The two women descended the corridor.  An old oaken door, shut, marred from worms, age, and rot secured the passage.  Amber’s stomach knotted.  Cindy produced a large iron key placing it into the latch and turning it about twice.  The door creaked as Cindy tugged it open.  A woman’s pain reached Amber’s ears.  She paled as Cindy stepped inside.  Cindy waited.  Amber struggled with the urge to bolt knowing she had no where to go and no where to hide… and that only punishment awaited such a fruitless attempt.  Another painful wail cleared Amber’s head.  This was her plight for the next few weeks… these might very well be her wails.  Amber’s bottom tightened about her tail plug.  Her nipples tightened in fear.  Her bells jingled as she followed Cindy inside.  Cindy closed the door to another painful cry. 

“What is that?”  Amber strained to ask quietly.  Cindy smiled and walked onward.  Amber did not smile as she followed. 

They passed a number of rooms sealed by similar oaken doors.  Amber could not see inside.  She was sure she did not want to know.  They entered a large sitting room.  Several of the women Amber had come to know were waiting tables.  Two others were chained to the wall at the far end of the room.

Small targets had been painted on each.  The woman, a redhead with large breasts, on the right had a kind of dart sticking into her left breast and another just above her right hip.  Each target was configured with numbers the same as a dart board.  A man and woman stood at the line in front of her playing darts!  And this was obviously not her first game.  Numerous red dots spotted her anatomy.  A few small trickles of blood trailed down her frame.  The woman tossed a dart.  It struck the fleshy part of her right breast below the areolas.  It stuck firm… no points it was outside the targets.  Amber’s stomach turned another knot.

The other woman, a black haired, blue eyed girl with smallish tight breasts was simply peppered with darts.  Amber could not tell if the players were better or worse or if all they were doing was sticking the darts into body.  Amber noticed another set of chains next to the black haired woman.  No one was there…. The dart line seemed to be near twice the distance as the others.  Amber followed Cindy to the bar.

“May I have your attention please?”  The bartender bellowed above the din.  “Our guest of honor has arrived.  Is there anyone who wished to enter the drawing that has not?”  Two men and a woman stood, walked to the far end of the bar and deposited something into a bowl.  Amber filled with dread.  It was obvious in an instant that she was the guest of honor… and she feared what that was going to mean for her.  “Any others?”  Cindy reached into the bowl and extracted a single piece of paper.

“Master Jim.”  The barman called out.  Cindy extracted another, “Mistress Hilda.”  A man dressed in leathers and a woman dressed in a completely form fitting latex body suit began to move thru the room.  Cheers and applause greeted them as they stood at either side of a black velvet curtain.  Cindy led Amber to the beginning of this phase of her training.  Amber gulped hard.  Her mouth was dry.  Her hands cold as stress and fear filled her being.

Mistress appeared as if from no where.  Amber’s shape was something she had not seen for more than a few years.  She had felt a sense of pride as she had dressed for tonight.  The bustier corset had served to tighten her waist shaping it nicely into round hips.  The diet and exercise had trimmed and firmed her body nicely.  Mistress removed her outer leathers.  Amber stood naked in front of the room; embarrassed, humiliated, and naked… except for her tail and jingling bells. 

“You may proceed.”  Mistress drew the curtain and disappeared.  Cindy led Amber to the small apparatus in the center of a very very well lit room.  Amber’s ankles were locked to the separate legs of the padded horse.  Cindy pushed Amber gently forward doubling her across the padded area.  Two opposing small chains were attached to Amber’s jingling bells.  She could not stand nor could she even straighten without pulled hard upon the small rings in her nipples, which were still very tender indeed.  Mistress Hilda donned a large plastic dildo and addressed Amber’s bottom.  It began to buzz loudly as the hard surface touched Amber’s sex. 

“No…” Amber pleaded in silence.  A cheer rose from the crowd at the dildo penetrated her pussy.  Amber struggled with the weight of her own torso and the chains holding her tightly to the floor in front of her.  Humiliation filled Amber as she felt her sex penetrated in public.  Tears streaked her cheeks.  She had already known desecration even if modesty had not been her personal standard.  Master Jim’s hard cock bumped her nose.  Amber wretched deep inside her stomach at reality as pre-sexual semen moistened the swollen red object before her.  Amber squinted the tears from her eyes as semen stained her lips.  They parted. as she knew they surely must… this strangers cock filled her mouth.  Amber placed her hands upon his hips supporting her, relieving the pain upon her nipples.  Her tummy twitched.  Amber paused momentarily.  Her passions were upon her.  Passions they had developed and trained over the past weeks intended to amplify her responses.  These had given her such pleasure and satisfaction only yesterday while making sweet love with her husband.  Now she they clouded her judgment.  Her humiliation gave way to passions.  As her sex grew hot all Amber felt was the desire to be fucked – here – now – in public.  She sucked this cock – a cock – any cock.  It all felt good.  Amber came hard – the passions felt good – cumming felt good.  The boisterous cheering as she came brought her back to reality.  Humiliation and degradation challenged her passions in the reality of the moment….  Master Jim came, salty, sticky jism shot into her Amber’s mouth.  Passions edged humiliation.  Amber relaxed her throat muscle slipping Master Jim deep into her throat.  The base of Amber’s throat expanded as Master Jim arched his back thrusting his pelvis forward pressing deep into Amber’s throat.  Amber’s throat filled with hot cum.  She swallowed lustily as Jim withdrew.  The crowed roared, cheered, and applauded.  Not a droplet stained Amber’s chin.  Amber came.  Her pussy exploded racing passion from her center to every part of her body.  Amber’s brain seized with exploding pleasure.

“YES!”  She screamed.  “Fuck me… fuck my pussy.”  Amber ground hard onto the dildo.   A guttural grunt rumbled out as another wave of orgasms raced thru Amber.  “YES, fuck me harder!”  Amber almost yelled.  The din was over powering, serving only to heighten Amber’s euphoria.   Amber came again and again.   The cheers continued until the woman withdrew her dildo.  Amber’s orgasm collapsed into stark reality. 

She had never done such a thing.  Amber had never been seen naked in public.  She had never ever fucked in public, not even with her husband.  She had never been fucked by some she did not know and/or felt some attraction towards.  She had never had a woman in any manner…  Amber felt embarrassment… bull shit!  She wanted to fuck, to be fucked here now.  She did not, could not understand, nor did she care why.  She was hot, horny, and wanted to fuck!

The woman presented the dildo to Amber’s mouth.  It stank of Amber’s own sex.  Amber’s passions glistened in the bright lights.  Amber took the hard vibrating object into her mouth… licking and sucking… it passed into her throat and out.  Amber winced.  It was not warm and flexible like the cock she had just absorbed.  In another second a man’s cock had found her sopping sex.  It felt good… really good having a man inside her pussy.  Amber pressed her hips onto her suitor’s manhood.  The dildo before her disappeared and in another second a steaming pussy wafted before her.

“Eat me… lick my pussy…” Mistress Hilda demanded.  Amber had never had so much as a thought involving a lesbian affair… ever… or one that she remembered anyway.  Amber paused.  The cock felt good… oh, so very good.  Hilda’s pussy smelt of stale tuna.  Amber resisted the command.  “Eat me or I’ll beat your ass!”  Amber’s head lowered into the smooth mound before her.  It tasted, salty… not like a cock or cum.  Amber’s tongue traced lightly the outside of Hilda labia.  “Yes…”  Hilda widened her thighs.  Amber’s tongue traced Hilda’s slit pausing to diddle about her clit.  “Yes….”  Amber became lost moment by moment in the sensuality of it all.  Her own sex flaming, Hilda’s wanton begging, their passions running together over powering Amber’s sense of propriety.  Amber dove wantonly upon Hilda’s sex.  Soon, too soon, she and Hilda were bucking in wild orgasm.  Amber’s new cock shot a hot load deep into her none sterile unprotected sex…  Hilda came almost in unison with Amber.  Not even the cheers of the crowd brought a cared from Amber.  Her sex was in control and she liked it!!!  Amber ate two more hot salty pussies.  She did not even try counting to cocks at her back door, nor did she take any real notice of who or when her tail had been removed, or which cock had found her sex and which her ass.  Amber bucked and fucked for nearly and hour before the lights dimmed. 

Mistress released her nipples… then her ankles.

“You are quite the wanton little sex whore.  You’ve done superbly my Dear.”

With that one of the Matrons assisting Mistress guided Amber to the third set of manacles.  Amber seemed a bit dazed from the depth of her passions as another Matron began painting small targets upon her body, one on each breast with the nipple and areolas at the center, one on her tummy with her navel at the center, one on each thigh just below the hipbone and a darkened bulls-eye directly over her clit.  Amber’s eyes widened as she noticed a woman standing in front of her some twenty feet away holding a pistol.  Amber gasped as her senses returned.

Pshhhssstt… a tiny dart hurtled from the pistol towards Amber.  It struck her in the tummy just above her navel. 

“Damn… only two points.”  The woman took aim… Pshhhssstt…  Another dart struck just above the pubic bone.  Amber wailed with startled pain.  Cum trickled down the inside of her thigh.  “Damn it… hold still…”  A man took aim.  Pshhssstt…  The dart struck just to the side of her areola.  Amber danced with pain.  The manacles restricting her and binding her to the target area though allowing plenty of delightful response.  The woman applauded.

“Great shooting.”  She giggled. Pshhhssstt….  Another dart struck Amber in the thigh.  Amber wailed and danced as the woman took aim. 

The impact of each dart stung kind of like a bee.  The tips were very sharp and easily buried deep into Amber’s flesh.  The tips were coated with a kind of balm, some began to burn, deep and stinging and other kind of itched, the kind of itch that builds when you can’t scratch it, the kind that makes you nuts to get to.  Amber’s thigh began to itch wildly… her breasts burned.   Pshhhsstt…  The dart struck her right breast directly below the nipple.  A tiny trickle of blood followed. 

“Yes!”  The woman screeched pumping her fist.  “That’s one.”  She took aim.  Pshhsstt… The dart found only the side of Amber’s thigh.  Amber could hardly keep still.  The man took aim.  Amber jigged about, fidgeting over burning and itching darts, and not at all comfortable with the pistol pointing at her sex.

“She’s starting to feel the darts.  Now let’s see you bet me!”  The woman jumped up and down with glee.  Truly it was near impossible to hit anything with Amber dancing about.  Psshhhssstt…  The dart struck Amber’s at the center, nowhere near a target mind-you.  Another shot struck Amber’s left pussy lip.  Amber yelped.  The woman bounced with glee.  The men applauded.  It was the woman’s turn….

In an hour Amber was dotted with darts… everywhere.  She was exhausted.  Though she itched, burned, and stung Amber stood quiet while they took aim.  The dart found her nipple…  In another ten minutes every bulls-eye and ring had been struck at least once except for her clit.  The woman approached a second line, much closer, knelt on one knee took careful aim and shot Amber’s vulva.

“Yes!”  She exclaimed.  Amber flinched, danced and awaited the next shot.  Both took turns peppering Amber’s vulva thighs and sex with darts gradually working their way closer to the last bulls-eye.  They moved half the distance and their aim improved.  Ten darts struck within half an inch before the first struck her clit, three more darts fired before the second found her clit.

“Good shooting my Dear.”  They stood.  Placed the pistols upon the bar returning to their seats.  Amber stood silent.  Tired, sore, and very glad they had finished their game.  A Matron appeared removed the darts.  Each pulled her skin as they were removed, then an alcohol rub down.  Amber wept as the painful fluid washed over each penetration.  With in ten minutes two new shooters toed the line.  It would be a long first night…

The Doctor washed and examined her wound… as well as diddling her sex.  She had come to expect it as part of his examinations.  She was given a tube of Neosporin.  The Labia was showing a bit of inflammation, probably from last night wild fucking, but none the less Amber needed a bit of attention.  She was reassigned to Housekeeping for the next two days.

The inflammation under control Amber found herself working the dungeons again.  She stood stooped at the waist; her feet spread by a three foot spreader bar and locked securely, her head and wrists locked securely into an old fashion Pillory.   Amber’s head faced into a smallish chamber giving the appearance of her being part of the wall itself, like a trophy Elk mounted for display.  She could not see anything of her body behind her, nor hear anything that might be happening.  It was as though half of her was detached from the other half.  A small metal bar protruded from the wall and between her legs.  It was just long enough to sit upon, or better said rest her pubis upon the rod until the pain in her pubic region became too great to bear.  Her hair was braided and pulled back from her face.  She wore a simple blindfold.

It was the ‘Men’ locker room.  Her head was mounted next to the sink and adjacent to a privacy panel, like the paper towel dispenser.  She was separated by a turn in the wall from the urinals and such… but in the very same room as several shower stalls.  The sign above her head said simply:  If empty fill it!  With in minutes one of the members obliged slipping his semi-flaccid cock into her mouth.

“Get it off… and don’t spill a drop.”  Amber gagged a bit at the incident before beginning her task.  He forcibly buried his cock into the back of her throat as she came pumping globs of jism into her.  She chocked and gagged as she struggled to swallow.  He grunted and walked to the shower.

“Must be dinner because as desert this sucks!”  Amber grunted to herself realizing that it could be a Pepto-Bismol night to be sure.  “OUCH!”  She jumped… on the other side of the wall.

“Hit her again.”  The Bimbo standing next to one of the member Masters chided.  “Ten lashes for being too cute.”  The cane struck again….and again…and again.  Amber danced, hollering in pain from the other side of the wall.  That drew attention to her and another cock to her mouth.  She dance and sucked and wept a bit at the pain in her butt.  He came.  She chocked, swallowing...and dancing.  The man simply washed his hands, toweled his cock dry and walked away.  Amber’s mouth was little more than a cum dispenser.  She felt sick…at the inhumanity of her being and at the idea of the eating cum all night.

There was no sign above her butt.  She stood next to center stage and adjacent to the bar.  Many whips and electrodes adorned the walls about her naked bottom.  Someone began fucking her ass as another presented his cock to her lips.  The next four hours passed like an eternity.  Then she got a break.

Amber gargled with Listerine drinking several large gulps.  She had many large bruised steaks across her buttocks and the back of her legs.  Her ass and pussy dripped and dried with cum. 

“Hungry?”  The bartender asked honestly. 

“You’re kidding right!?”  Amber spat out.  “I’ve been stuffed at both ends… I’m so full of cum I could puke!  And maybe I will.”  Amber found the idea becoming.  She strode to the lady’s room to empty her tummy.

“Got any Pepto, or a Tums?”  Amber quipped as she returned.  The bartender handed her a large jar of each.

“Take your preference.  You’re not the first to ask.”  He smiled as she chugged the first spoon of the pink stuff.

“I hate to say it but your breaks over, time to saddle up.”  The barkeep returned Amber to her position for the night.

“Keep the Pepto handy for later.”  Amber said flatly as he locked the pillory about her. 

“Always do.”  He said rounding the corner of the chamber…and presenting hic cock to her.  Amber smiled before giving him his due.  Amber closed her eyes trying to enjoy this one.  She deep-throated him, sucked him, licked him, and swallowed every bit of his cum.

“Nothing but the best for a co-worker.”  She quipped as he zipped up, washed up, and went back to work.  “Cum again.”  Amber giggled as he turned to face her.  He smiled.

“I might just do that too.”  He left. 

Someone hooked up a Tens to Amber’s nipple rings.  The electrodes caused muscles in her breasts to contract almost at the point of cramps.   She shook her chest.  She mounted Amber with a soft strap-on cock.  Riding her until Amber came wildly bouncing a bucking about.  She banged her pubis upon the rod bringing tears to her eyes.  She squinted those away as she came again… Amber found that by keeping her mind at the point of orgasm she would cum… over… and over…and over.   She collapsed hard onto the rod as the woman dismounted disconnecting the Tens.  Amber’s chest ached.  Then she felt the electrodes upon her pussy lips… one on her clit and one inserted to touch her ‘G’ spot.  The woman turned them up… up… up… and left.  Amber all but leaped at the settings.  She came almost painfully.  It was several long minutes before someone else released her sex from its dire situation.  Amber had little energy for the cock in her face.  It mattered not.  He pumped away cumming in her throat.  She gagged swallowing his cum.  She rested… for moments before the next wack found her bottom.

The bartender returned… Amber smiled… and did her best.  He released her from her nights work. 

“Get some rest.  Tomorrow’s another night of fun.”  He handed her the Pepto before leaving.  Amber took several large doses before staggering back to her room.

Amber lay in the darkness fighting indigestion.  Her bottom was bruised.  Her pride was gone.  She hated this place.  She did not like herself… but then it was not her that was here.  She hung on vehemently to that knowledge.  She was surviving, doing what was required of her by others.   What was troubling though was that she did like the sex… her sex… her passions and appetites had grown… a lot!  It didn’t seem to matter who was fucking her or what hole they used, man or woman, though she definitely preferred men.  Amber liked the sex.  They just had a way of forcing the issue, abusing her, dehumanizing her… and then there was the pain.  Her bottom hurt as she turned over.   Sleep crept in upon her. 

The next night Amber faced the House of Wax.  She remembered the feeling of the wax when she was the center piece.  Trepidations raised a sense of foreboding… and inevitability.  Amber walked to her assignment.  She lay strapped to a table of 2x6.  Her arms spread wide apart, her legs spread wide apart… and candles, pots of molten wax all about her.  She knew the events to come, though little would prepare her for a night of play.

“This is your first night, right?”  The matron asked.  Amber lay securely before her.

“Yes, Ma’am.”  Amber replied politely.

“Good.  We’ll start slowly.”  She picked up a small tea cup of molten wax… and dumped in directly onto Amber tummy.  Amber gasped, flinched, and wailed in surprise.  A droplet of candle wax fell above Amber’s left breast.  It played in slow motion as it fell thru time and space, pretty really, almost crystal clear… until impact upon her nipple.  Amber jumped with surprise at the intensity of the fiery dart.  Another, and another, dripped, fell, and spattered her breast.  Amber felt tears upon her cheeks. 

“Lift that breast to me… to receive its retributions or I’ll have it flogged.”  The woman pronounced sternly.  Amber raised her right breast towards to woman. 

“Such a marvelously beautiful breast…I may flog it anyway.”  The wax dribbled upon its target.  She stopped when each breast was more or less coated in wax.  And true to her word she flogged each of Amber’s soft round breasts.

“Flat chest-ed Bitch!”  Amber swallowed her words in near silence finding some relief in their expression none the less.

The night preceded much the same as it started until an hour before closing.   The table inverted standing Amber upon her head.  A small bucket of wax was raised above her sex… A large candle was inserted into her pussy, and the bucket poured slowly about her thighs and sex.  The candle was lit.  Small tea pots of molten wax were poured about her body until she had a smooth layer of wax encasing her.  The candle burned on.  It took an hour before the wick itself was below the edges of her sex.  That was when the betting began.  They were betting on the exact moment the wick would make contact with her flesh.  The candle burned on…and on…and on.  Then the candle slipped away draining hot molten wax into Amber’s vagina.  The sides of the candle collapse as Amber’s labia snuffed out the light.  It was almost simultaneous.  Amber squealed at the sudden pain in her pussy and tummy.  A cheer arose from those gathered.  They settled their debt and left Amber tied and caked in wax.   This night was done. 

Clean up was as tedious as the night had been.  Amber was picking wax out of everywhere for hours.  A warm shower led to a hot shower, to douche, and then Neosporin on her singed labia.  She felt tired and abused… and asleep, thankfully.

The next night was more to Amber’s liking.  She was a barmaid.  She wore a boned corset, black with red lace trimmed with white.  The corset was designed to round, support, and push-up Amber’s breasts.  She had gotten used to being naked here in this environment so having her breasts exposed felt perfectly normal to her.  She wore a matching black latex panty that was intended to do little more than secure her tail.  Her sex was exposed and available to all who wished to appreciate it. 

Amber was felt pride in her renewed femininity, her new sexuality, and her unrestrained passion.  She looked forward to work tonight.  She fussed about her hair and make up.  All needed to be right.  She felt that she had endured the bitter and this was her reward night, tips, sex, conversation, and sex.  The bells jingle her delight as she bounced down the hallway to work.

The night went every bit as well as Amber had hoped.  She had been fucked several times…complimented on her figure and her pleasant smile… tipped… and fucked.  Only once had she been asked to suck someone’s cock… the cum still upset her stomach a bit, but all in all it was a very pleasant night or work.  She like this!

The next night found her in the House of Suspensions.  Ropes.  First the Mistress wrapped a cotton cord about each breast tying them way to tight for comfort.  The bindings began to ache after ten minutes.  Her breasts formed large purple bulbs stretched tightly inside her flesh.  They lubed her purple orbs with cooking oil so they glistened wonderfully in the light.  Her hands were cuffed behind her back and secured to a “D” ring on her leather belt. 

Several patrons began binding her in ways she could never have imagined.  They hung her from the ceiling while stimulating her sex with a variety of dildos.  Another patron bound her upside down to a horizontal bar then flogged her pussy.  Each patron left her ‘as is’ to be undone and redone by each interested subsequent assailant.  Amber’s legs and arms ached by the end of her shift… then came the finale…which she knew was going to be at least as difficult as the House of Wax.

Three other working girls were brought in for the evening’s finale.  A mock trial was held in which each woman was read her rights… then charge with bullheadedness, a lack of obedience, a lack of propriety, and infidelity on the outside, before entering this chamber of horrors.  The sentence was hanging; two of the women were to be hung by their breasts thru the remainder of the finale, two were to be hung by the neck until unconscious.

The charges were specific as read.  The events of Amber’s emails were told.  It was pronounce that she was to be hung by her neck; the other was a redhead, strawberry blond who was guilty of an affair.  The other two were for other trivial behavioral issues.  Amber stood horrified for the first time in many weeks.  She knew it was true and that the sentence would be carried out.

Large thick ropes were wrapped tightly about the breasts of each of the other women.  The bindings stretched each breast binding them together enough to jointly support each woman’s weight.  They were lead to opposing sides of the stage where small hooks lowered from the ceiling.  The hooks caught the ropes at their cleavage.  One… two… three… four… five… They swung free of the ground.  Their heads leaned backward balancing them against the weight of their torso.  Small taught strings were attached to each woman’s nipple rings to prevent them from swinging about.  Two small stools were brought out to the center between the other two women swaying in unison tethered together by their nipples.  The brunette’s discomfort was obvious.  The blond sobbed. 

Amber and the Redhead were led to their stools.  Each mounted a stool.  Fear shown in wild eyes as each woman received her noose. 

“I need a hangman or woman.”  The Mistress announced.   A man and woman came forward.  Ever been fishing…. felt the fish on the end of the line fighting for freedom… life?  Struggling against the line with every energy from the moment the hook is set until the line is released or they are dead?  So it is tonight!  From the noose to the wall where the tag end was tied securely, like the line on a fish…a small loop next to the wall, to hold in the hangman’s hand… to feel the struggle of life.  The hangman was locked into the loop.  They would not, could not escape anymore than those at the end of the noose.  Two would share the struggle… one for life, the other for pleasure.

“No… please… I’ve learned my lessons… I have served the Master well.”  Amber begged.

“Step Off.”  The man demanded.  Neither woman moved.  A bright blue light appeared in his hand.  Each butt cheek got a quick jab.  Each woman flinched, stepped, lost balance, and sagged into her noose.  Amber struggled, kicking, striding, and searching for a foot hold.  The redhead eyes bulged in wild panic.

The man holding the hangman’s loop struggle to get free and his charge fought wildly against the rope.  He wretched, caught in her plight, struggling with her as she shook, kicked, gasped, and swung in silence.  The woman held firm to Amber’s cord.  She delighted, exhilarated, and savored each wild painful moment of Amber’s penance.  Screaming wildly for Amber to wake up and fight on… cheering as she fell into semi-consciousness. 

It took less than two minutes for each woman to cease her struggles.  Hanging quietly they were lowered to the floor.  Large noisy gasps of air returned to empty deprived lungs.  It took another five minutes to completely revive each woman.  There was noisy wild applause as Amber stood tall.  The other two woman still hung by their breasts to each side of the stage. 

“Having paid the price of her indiscretions Mistress Amber would have a suitor for the evening.  Do we have a volunteer?”  A nice looking younger man stepped forward… then the Master of the House.  “I will have her as mine for these next few days.”  A hush fell upon the crowd.  It was not often that the Master indulged himself… Amber had caught his eye.  Silently she walked towards the Master.

“Thank you, Master.  I will serve you well… I promise.”  Amber intended to do his bidding… and hopefully giving him the kind of fucking that fantasies are made of. 

The Redhead was presented to the other young man.  Finally the two women at the sides were lowered to the ground and unhooked.  They received no such prize for being hung in such a manner, only a rope burn and the muscle pains of being hung by their breasts for the past thirty minutes.

Those next three days were very nice.  Amber waited hand and foot upon her Master.  He fawned over her.  She served and serviced him in everyway he could wish, with pleasure and joy in her heart.  Amber licked the Mistress for his entertainment and her pleasure. 

“I am loathed to return you to your husband… but that is our agreement… however, I beg the right to offer to buy you from him if he is willing… or unable to fulfill his bargain.

“I grant you that, Master. I would be privileged to serve you, the Mistress, and your house should he accept.  I want you to know that I do love my husband to pray that he would not make such a sale… no disrespect intended, Master,”  Amber bowed her head in submission as she continued, “though I would happily be dedicated to your service if you do buy me in any circumstance.

“I understand completely… and expect no less of your loyalties to him, but for now you must continue your work here in my House.   I promise you, I will attempt to dissuade your husband and purchase you as mine.”

Amber returned to her room after those blissful days.  She loved Scott and truly prayed he would love her enough to bring her home… but service to the Master of the House was very appealing to her also.  Amber felt so intrigued by it all.  She had never had an affair…. She had always considered herself conservative though not prudish… modest… and for the most part devoted to her man, her marriage, and herself.  Now, here, in this place she enjoyed serving and servicing both the Master and his Mistress… and working in his House… not the pain parts, but the sex, the variety, and the… well… mostly the sex thing was great!  She liked the feelings inside, her new passions, and her sexuality.  She liked… craved… the fucking and sucking of her body.  It felt good, really good, to have a man, no men – different men – lots of men, wanting her, being inside her, stimulating her passions, cumming and pleasuring her!  All propriety and shame aside Amber had grown to love her sexuality… both parts, pleasuring and finding pleasure in the sensuality of her own being.  Here no one condemned her for fucking anyone and everyone.  And if she enjoyed herself no one thought to berate her pleasures… no affairs to hide, desires to control, proprieties to maintain.  If they wanted her… they took her, for their pleasure and hers if she chose.  And to her surprise and embarrassment she ‘chose’… chose to fuck and be fucked by anyone when ever and wherever anyone chose.  It pleasured her!  And that seemed validation enough.

Scott was coming to spend the weekend…  This weekend…. Amber was thrilled… She looked forward to seeing Scott, being with him, her husband.  At the back of her mind Amber felt nervous about the Master attempt to buy her… and her permission she gave to Him to make the attempt.  She wondered if Scott would even know her anymore, or if he would want such a wanton slut for his wife.  She felt embarrassed at her behavior, her passions, and her desires.  That bothered Amber greatly… without Scott she was proud of her service, her pleasures, and such.  He brought doubt, embarrassment, and apology for her actions… his actions too; really… after all it was he that had committed her to this place.  The Master brought no such feelings or doubts of self worth.  Yet she did love Scott so very much.  Could he or would he accept her for who she has become.  She did not want to digress, to return to monogamy, control or apology.  She wanted to be willing and able to enjoy her desires and satisfy her passion…. Not only with Scott but with whom ever struck her fancy.  Amber pondered…

But….Scott was coming to spend the weekend with her!!  And that alone seemed to balance the scales for her.  True to his word the Master approached Scott offering a sum of money large enough to demand consideration from Scott. 

“Truth be told I am not completely certain I can raise the remaining funds due the House.  And well, to be sure, your offer is beyond my belief.  I had no idea she was of such value to you,” Scott considered carefully, “or is it your personal desires for my wife?” Rhetorically spoken Scott continued, “But Amber is MY wife.  And it is because of my love for her that I requested your help in turning her from another.  Now she services your House and you in those same ways I feared to have to another.  I have come to realize it is not the service, the sharing or giving of her body to another that I miss but her, the whole person, Amber, my wife.  And for that reason alone I want to opportunity to retain her she is, without regret of her service to you or your house.”  Scott replied somewhat taken back by the whole idea anyway. “What does she want?”  Scott only just dared to ask.

“For that you will have to talk with her… I will say that she gave me permission to make you this offer.  But permission is not a request or anything like it.  You must talk with her.  I will respect both your desires… unless you are unable to complete payment… and then I will simply assume ownership by default.”

It was wonderful to spend the weekend with Amber.  She felt good in his arms.  Scott asked Amber about her desires… She was honest, too honest… Scott nearly gave way to a sadness in his heart leaving Amber to the Master’s pleasures.  She would be happy and well cared for… but what did SHE want, in her heart.  Amber wanted to go home… with Scott.  Scott would not fail her!!

Sunday night brought reality back to Amber.  Scott was gone.  It was time for her Doctor’s visit… and for the next part of her branding.  Amber was not aware of that… yet.  She loathed the Doctor and all the more so after spending the weekend with her husband.   She had adjusted to this place, which she continually found curious.  It was not pleasant, no, barely tolerable to be sure, but she found a sense of security in its walls.  She could be, no it was demanded that she be, as wanton a woman as she could find within herself… and she had found that she could fulfill that mandate, and be fulfilled in it… she liked her passions and the rampant release this place gave her.  

She entered the Doctor’s office.  There in front of her on the exam table were GOLD bells, loops, and chains.  Amber’s heart skipped, sputtered, and danced.  She knew the meaning of these items.  She had indeed pleased her Master.  He was as endeared to her as she to him.  Scott was still her first, but this place and the Master were gaining fast.  That scared Amber.  A shiver ran her spine as she considered for the first time that SHE in fact might choose service to the Master over her marriage to Scott.  Gently she fondled the items before her.  The Doctor entered.

“You’ve made quite an impression, I would say.  He does not usually bestow such things until after graduation.  It will take a bit of time to change them out.  You see I don’t install these to be removable.” He taped the tiny bell dangling from her nipple with his pen.  “I will have to be very careful or the Master will have MY head instead of yours.”  He smiled while preparing his syringe.   “Please, let’s get you strapped in.”

Amber obliged cheerfully.  Finally the shoe was on the other foot.  The Doc was not at liberty with her anymore.  The shot was for infections.  It took an hour to change the loops and reseal them.  Tiny golden bells jingled with a new pride.  Amber braced herself as she caught sight of the branding iron.  Memory told her of the imminent pain.  She knew its purpose and accepted it with pride.  She tried mightily to not call out with the pain.  In the end she failed collapsing in sobs and tears upon the examination table.   It hurt.  It just hurt badly!

The nurse-helper did another thorough laser of her soft stubble.  It had barely returned at all.  She was sure that this would be the last of her pubic hair… forever… but then too she would never have to shave her underarms or legs!  It was gone… and with one more brand she was NEW, a new, wanton sex Queen ready to fulfill fantasies, theirs and hers, as well as to embrace, savor and relish her own desires and passions and lusts.  Amber liked this new emerging person… a lot.

Her new assignment was in the South Wing of the House.  She had no idea what it might be but was sure that she could and would serve the Master well.  She was, however, very glad to see the passing of the dungeons.  They had there pleasures but not so much as their displeasures.  She sat with the Mistress in a small interview room.

“Frankly, Amber this is where we support the financial operations of the House.  The fees paid for training are minimal and mostly provide woman of service for the rest of the House.   The Dungeon pays for itself as well as the boarding of the Trainees.  Medical, meals, and such as are needed far exceed the money supply from those areas.  You are trained as best we can.  We have taught you about your own passions, developed them, nourished them, and hoped that you would embrace them.  Now it is time for you to use these things to repay the Master and his House.   Simply put we make money selling your body.  There are several means available to us.  The Master wishes that you work as an upscale call-girl.  We provide services as party favors, or simply as hookers… and in some cases the lower variety of street walker.  You will be expected to serve in any and all areas as the occasion requires, given that you will receive priority to the more upscale clients.  Most of our clients are members of the House… a few are not.  YOU will NEVER talk about fees or take money – not even tips.  Do you understand?”  She focused intently upon Amber to emphasize the point at hand.

“Yes, Mistress.”  Amber said respectfully.

“And what do you think of services required of you?”  Mistress asked.

“I was an Advertising agent on the outside… a hundred years ago.  I never dreamed of selling myself for any reason.  I do not want to become a prostitute now.”  Amber bowed her head.  “Truly, Mistress, I will do as the Master requests.  If my passions, my body will serve Him and the House then it is at your disposal.  Do with it as you will.  I will be the best whore you have until my service is released.”  Amber felt saddened in her resolve to such a service.

“Good.  Find a dress in the back room.  A limo will be waiting for you out front within the hour.”  The Mistress paused.  “Do I need worry or explain the consequences of your failures?” 

“No, Mistress.  I belong to the Master until he releases me from his service.  I will not let either of you down.”

“Shall I send someone as an escort to assure the completion of your services,” Mistress raised her eyes to Amber’s in fixed penetration studying her intently, “or be concerned about your return?”

“No, Mistress.   I choose to serve you, the House, and my Master until I am returned to my husband.”

“Good.  I won’t give it another thought.”  Mistress knew Amber was sincere in her dedication to her and the Master.  Soon enough she would have to choose between her Master and her Husband.  Mistress smiled to herself as Amber left the room.  Mistress had chosen the Master and his House nearly ten wonderful years ago, forsaking a marriage that found her unhappy and unsatisfied.  The Master had never offered such a thing to another… Mistress found no jealously, only admiration of Amber and an understanding of her situation.  Mistress did not regret her decision.  Would Amber?  Would she stay or go… and would she regret either one?  Mistress smiled as she worked thru the assignments for the evening. 

Amber found a soft tricot bra.  It quieted her bells.  It had been over a month, almost two since she had not jingled.  Amber found the silence curiously empty.  A matching thong, garter and hose completed the foundations.  Amber had not worn real clothes for some time.  Covering her nakedness felt comforting.  The training, diets, workouts, and corset had helped her achieve a wonderfully feminine shape.  The soft yellow dress draped easily about her form.  She looked… fantastic!  Amber smiled at the image in the mirror.  She felt beautiful, not like a whore at all.

The limo was indeed waiting.  Amber entered quietly.  A gentleman sat waiting for her. 

“My name is Amber.”  She offered sitting very lady like across from him. 

“James.  Pleased to meet you.”  He smiled.  The limo driver pulled away from the curb. 

What now?  Amber puzzled.  I’m to prostitute myself with him… she had never done this before and was not sure what to make of it now.

“We are going to a dinner party, then to the Theatre.”  They did just exactly that too!  Amber had never been to such nice places.  Dinner was with business associates, upscale.  It was polite company.  The real stress was trying to ‘fit-in’, not to appear or announce that she was his whore for the evening.  Amber felt uneasiness in her position.  She had not needed to fake it, to posture, to ‘get thru’ for a very long time.  Then there was the unavoidable nature of her being here to prostitute herself… at some point in the evening she was to ‘put-out’ – fuck someone, something, or some group… it was ultimately her purpose for the evening.   Just the when, where, and whom were undetermined as yet. She struggled to be a proper companion.

The Theatre was enormous fun!  It was a comedy, well done, and wonderfully performed.  Amber forgot completely about her evening’s dilemma.  At the final curtain her task, dilemma, duty, and primary reason for being returned in mass.  The evening for all intent and purpose was over excepting for her ‘job’.

They awaited the limo.  Amber stood silent, wondering what next.  The limo simple went to Jim’s hotel where they got out.  Jim escorted her to his room.  Without ado…

“Undress for me please.”  He instructed as he removed his coat and tie.  Amber stripped her clothes laying them neatly in a chair at the corner of the room.  Her bells jingled familiarly as her bras slipped away.  Jim turned the lights low… laid Amber on the bed.  They fucked… several times before morning.  The limo came returning Amber to the House.  Nothing was said of the night, the evening, or her first trick.

In fact, it had felt so much more like a wonderful date than a trick that she hardly considered the event at all.  No money changed hands, no discussion of money, nothing like prostitution in anyway.  She just spent a pleasant evening and then fucked a pleasant, wealthy man.

Amber next assignment was not quite so benign.  She a four other women arrived at an Estate – pool side party.  They were simply and plainly there to service the requests or desires of any and all guests.  Before the mornings light Amber had given countless blowjobs, been fucked in every orifice, and eaten four stale pussies.  She did not do the money thing but she felt like a whore, there to service whom or whatever.  She was tired, but not so tired as to not try and wash off the disgust she felt for herself and the evening.

It was a day off before she was sent out with a couple for the evening.  Amber had been done numerous times in an evening at the Master’s House… but never had she been part of a three-way.  It was a bit awkward at first; to whom, when, where, how, etc Amber worked with the couple.  It was pleasant enough, though morning found her a bit worn weary.  The shower refreshed her bones but only a good night’s sleep ALONE was going the help the tiredness she felt.

Another pool party… a business affair… another ‘Date’ type affair… and then a company party… Amber worked her ‘tail’.  Then it befell her lot to work the House brothel.  It was not a classy affair, just bondage, sex, service the client pleasantly and move on.  This stank of simple prostitution.  Amber grieved deep inside.  She hated to think of herself as a simple hooker… yet here she was.  Amber wept at night… in the silence of her heart and soul.  It was a long tedious week, but like everything else asked of her Amber got thru.

She liked working the high-end ‘Call Girl’ part of things.  The pool parties were a bit tedious and hard on her self esteem, because there seemed little denying her prostitution in the events, but the other things were fun, adventurous, fulfilling, and not at all offensive to her.  Amber struggled a bit with things inside her.  Why did she not find this offensive or oppressive?   Heaven knows two months ago she would never ever had considered such things and cast stones wildly at anyone engaged in such things.  Had she lost too much of herself in this place or had she discovered something about herself?  Amber did not know… and here she was much too deeply involved to have any real objectivity.   At home she could better judge… maybe… then the monotony of monogamy might feel suffocating where before it was a delight, a pleasure; no more, a standard in which she had taken pride. 

Scott sat quietly next to Amber in the Master’s office.  Amber was dressed in her jeans, which fit a bit too baggy now, and a simple tee shirt, provided by Scott.  It was time to settle up… make an accounting for things… and decide Amber’s future.  The Master of the House sat next to the Mistress.

“I see you have the final payment in hand.”  The Master said looking at the check for just over five thousand dollars. 

“Where did you get that kind of money?”  Amber asked quietly.  She knew their finances and was sure that they did not have that much extra cash. 

“I closed my IRA account and took out a small loan.”  Scott patted Amber’s hand softly.  “Not to worry you’re worth the money too me.”  He chocked a bit on his last words. 

The Master pushed another check towards Scott.  It was a cashier’s check for $10,000.  “Now I want you to consider carefully before you accept or deny my offer.  If you take the check Amber will remain here with me and my Mistress.  She will become second only to the Mistress of the House.  I will not return her to you.  Do you understand?”

Scott looked wide eyed at the check.  He fondled it, turning it over and over in his fingers.  This was a lot of money.  He had not been with Amber in the past three months.  She was different.  He had moved on in his life too.  But he loved and missed Amber so very much!  No.  She was not going to be reduced to a monetary event.

“May I speak, Master?”  Amber said quietly. 

“Please.”  The Master said.

“I have given careful considerations to my life, my desires, and what I choose in this matter.  Do you wish to hear it, Master?”  Amber asked carefully.

“Continue.”  The Master spoke clearly.  Scott watched nervously.

“I am changed from what and who I was three months ago.  I do not wish to loose some of the things I have come to enjoy and find fulfilling in my life.  Some of that is service to you Master… and to Mistress too.  Yet I am married to Scott.  I loved him once and found married life fulfilling too… and do not want to loose that either.  It is my choice if the Master will have me to spend one week a month here in service to you and the House, to spend one month in four here in service to you and the House, and that you may call upon such services as you may need or desire at any other times as you may wish,” Amber paused in the silence to catch her breath, “It is my desire to continue to serve You, the Mistress, and the House in this manner.  For all other times I wish to be Wife and Companion to Scott, my husband.”

The room sat silent for over a minute before Scott spoke.

“I am not sure I want to share you… your services, as you say… that is why I sent you here in the first place.”

“Yes.  I understand that.  But you did send me here.  Do you know what they did to me here?”  Amber asked rhetorically.  “They use me for their entertainment.  They fuck me for their pleasure.  They sell me for money… and I like it.  Damn it!  I like it… and I am ashamed of the pleasure I get from it.  And DAMN you for sending me here… but here I am and have been for these past few months.  I am not who I was then nor do I wish to return to that person.  There are things about ME that I found here, enjoy here, and wish to maintain HERE.”

“And if I do not want to share you…”  Scott trailed off into silence squeezing a tear back.

“You should have considered that before you sent me here.  If you do not accept this offer I will stay with the Master and the Mistress.”  Amber said frankly.

The Master spoke next.  “I have not said whether I find your proposal acceptable.”  He turned to the Mistress, “and what of your opinion, my Love.” 

“I find it curious, thought provoking, inventive, creative, and acceptable, Master.”  She said with a wry smile.

“And what would this proposition cost me?”  The Master directed the question at Amber.

“Not one penny.  It is my choice this time and I give myself to you freely, Master.”  Amber said sincerely.  Her eyes sparkled.  The Master retrieved the check from Scott.

“So the final decision is with you.  Do you wish to keep Amber as your wife or shall she remain with me?”  The Master asked pointedly and frankly of Scott.

“I have very few options here.  I will accept Amber’s proposal… for now.  Do I get my money back?”  Scott asked pointing to his check.

“That was by contract for services rendered… No.”  He turned to Amber.  “Now, shall we do this by contract or deed?”  Amber had taken note of Scott’s innuendo of the future.

“By Deed, Master.  I wish to give Deed and Title of myself, my choice, to you in these circumstances, and at this time… from now until you at your choosing wish to return such a document directly to me.”  The Master returned an hour later with a document proclaiming ‘Deed and Title’ to Amber’s body and services under the conditions and circumstances Amber had set down.  She read it aloud, softly, and signed it, big and bold.

The Master and the Mistress signed as witnesses in compliance… Scott stood refusing to sign.

“It is your choice, Scott.  You gave me none when you sent me here.  I give you this choice now… Sign or I will stay.”  Scott paced about before signing… under duress. 

Amber stood facing Scott.  “You own the marriage contract with me and with that I will love, honor, and obey… by my choice, freely.”  She turned to the Master and the Mistress.  “You own my body, my passions, and those services as you may desire… by my choice, freely.  And should I or Scott default our agreement either between ourselves or between you and I, you may execute your Title at your choosing with my blessing.”  Amber spoke softly with respect to the Master and Mistress.  “I will return to your service three weeks from now, Master.  I will miss you, the Mistress, and the House…. But NOT the Doctor!”  Amber giggled as she turned to leave.  Scott followed a bit subdued to be sure!