Coming Full Circle

COMING FULL CIRCLE

by Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 3

COLLARED

   After her evening at the country club, Sir Richard imposed a completely new set of rules and restrictions on His slave in training. In addition to her being constantly naked whenever she was in His home, she was now required to be naked everywhere on the grounds, including in the carriage house that she shared with her eleven year old daughter. He even required her to answer the door naked, and this occurred frequently, as express mail deliveries arrived on a fairly regular basis. He also demanded that she learn to control her throat muscles with a long thick black dildo, so that He could enjoy the deepest recesses of her throat without having to be disturbed by listening to her choke and gag. It took her several weeks to learn how to control her natural gag reflexes, but once she mastered it, He was able to bury Himself down her throat, reveling in the sensations of His balls slapping on her chin. Kara felt inordinate pride in being able to accommodate Him in this way.

    All the while, Sydney was not oblivious to the subtle but constant changes that her mother was undergoing. In fact, quite the opposite was the truth. And this was first revealed to kara the morning of Sydney’s twelfth birthday. A small party had been planned, just five girls from Sydney’s school would be coming over to the house, and then they would all head out for the afternoon, taking in a movie and then dinner and ice cream. Sydney had a special party dress that Sir Richard had given her. The young girl loved it dearly. It was a dark purple with yellow accents. Kara walked in while Sydney was getting dressed, and noticed that her daughter wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. When she remarked ths to Sydney, the twelve year old countered that whenever kara wore clothes, she never wore anything underneath hers, so why should she have to? “Besides,” Sydney added, “Sir Richard said I don’t have to wear underwear if I don’t want to!”

   Another requirement that Sir Richard imposed was very hard to kara to adjust to. And that was His requirement that her body always had to bear marks from some sort of whipping. Never anything too harsh, but He wanted her body “To always bear witness to My whip,” as he put it. His choice of which whip to mark her with changed as His mood suited Him: a single tail, the cane or crop, a cat, switch, or paddle were all employed on the different parts of her body. He kept track of which ones left the most desired marks on which parts of her body. What kara had the biggest problem with was marking herself whenever He had been away on business long enough for the marks He gave her to fade away. Since He demanded that she always be marked, this meant that she had to whip herself, which she usually did on the front of her thighs. This self flagellation was the hardest rule He imposed on her.

   One morning, after Sydney had eaten breakfast and was getting ready to leave for school, kara noticed an envelope on the kitchen table addressed to her in His hand. With a slight tremor, she opened it and read the short note:

   “Kara,

   A car will be arriving this morning at 10:00. You are to go with the driver and explicitly follow the instructions of anyone you meet. You are to wear your highest pair of heels. You will have no need of clothing.”

   It was simply signed, “Richard.”

   A quick glance at the kitchen clock told her that she had about eighty minutes to get ready. Sydney had slipped out the door for school, so she hurried through the breakfast dishes, showered, and applied her make-up in the manner that He preferred. At 9:45, she was watching by the front window. Naked, in a pair of four inch black spike heels that had laces crisscrossing up her calves, and tying just below her knees.

   At 10:10, a big black Hummer H2 pulled up in the driveway and stopped by the main entrance of Sir Richard’s house.  A uniformed driver got out of the car, strode up to the door, and rang the bell. Kara opened the door and was told, “Please come with me.”

   She walked behind the chauffeur and waited as he opened her door for her. As she was getting settled in the back seat, she noticed, with great relief, that the back windows were tinted, making it just about impossible for anyone to see her nakedness in the car.

   The driver drove for about an hour, never speaking to kara even once. They traveled through small towns on back roads until they reached the outskirts of New Haven, where the traffic got heavier and the population density increased. Kara had never been to New Haven before, so she was completely lost as she looked out through the smoky windows at the rundown buildings.

   The driver turned down an alley between two decrepit buildings and stopped by the side entrance to one of them. “You are to get out here. Go and knock on that door and follow whoever answers it,” the driver admonished her.

   Looking quickly around the alley for people, kara tentatively got out of the car, and watched in horror as the driver pulled away driving the rest of the way up the alley, and turning back into traffic, leaving her alone and naked in the squalor. She crossed to the door and knocked on it lightly, trying not to make loud sounds that would cause the pedestrians on the sidewalk to look down the alley and see her. When she got no response, she was forced to knock again, only much harder. She tried to huddle into the doorway to hide, as she waited forever before she heard the sounds of deadbolts being opened from the other side, and a heavily tattooed  man with many facial piercings opened the door.

   He was massive, at least three hundred pounds,  with a long greasy black ponytail streaked with gray hanging down between his shoulders. His beard was long and had been braided into several strands with colored beads decorated each one. His shirtless torso was also covered in multi-colored tattoos and thick barbells pierced each of his nipples, His ears each bore at least six rings and studs.  His thick muscular arms was festooned with tattoos from his knuckles up his arms and swirled around his neck “You must be kara,” he proclaimed in a deep gruff voice. “Follow me!”

   She stood aside and waited while he reset the deadbolts and then she followed him as he lead her down a dark smelly hallway into the back of his tattoo parlor. They went into a small but brightly lit room, and pointing to a chair, he said, “Take a seat. This shouldn’t take too long.”

   She sat down as instructed and waited while he seemed to be making some preparations. “Anybody bother ta tell ya why yer here,” he asked, his back still to her, as if a naked woman walking into the back of his shop was commonplace?

   “Uh.........n....no.”

   “Figgers. Don’t really matter much anyhow. That collar tells me all I need ta know. Ya won’t hafta be signin’ anything as yer signature ain’t worth shit.” He turned to face her and she saw that he had a small jewelry box in his massive hairy hand. “Ya kin open it an’ see what’s in it. This is what yer here for.”

   Kara accepted the box meekly and looked inside. It contained what appeared to be jewelry, but not earrings or rings, or anything like that. She wasn’t even sure what kind of metal it was. She knew it wasn’t gold, and it didn’t look like silver or platinum.

   Her quizzical expression didn’t slip by him as he asked, “Don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on, do ya?” The question was rhetorical, as he answered it himself, “The larger ones’er goin’ in yer titties, behind them fat areolas ya got. The grommets are goin’ in yer pussy with locks, so it kin git locked up real tight. Nobody’s gonna git in there unless somebody else sez so,” he laughed heartily.

   Kara felt light headed as the implications of his revelations sunk in. “Feelin’ a bit woozy are ya,” he asked? “It don’t matter none. It don’t hurt bad, least ways not as bad as those cuts on yer legs musta hurt I’ll bet!

   “By the way, my name’s Hank, but my friend’s all call me Bear. Do ya want me ta tell ya what I’m doin’, or should I just do it?”

   “I.........don’t know,” the quiver in her timid voice spoke a thousand words.

   “Well, most people prefer me to tell ‘em what’s happening and all. Make’s it easier fer ‘em ta get ready I guess.

   “The first thing I’m gonna do is wash those pretty little titties with alcohol. It won’t hurt or even sting or nuthin’, it’s jus’ gonna feel cold is all. Then I’m gonna paint ‘em all up with an antiseptic. Make sure their good ‘n clean before I pierce ‘em.”

   Bear quietly followed his own protocol to the letter , and didn’t say anything until he was done. “Now I gotta measure you up, see where I’m gonna put the needle in and where it’s gonna come out. Hafta make sure the holes are straight, or the rod will look bad.”

   He used a small ruler to measure where the holes would be made, so that the rod would be set deeply  about a half of an inch outside her large areolas. He marked each site with a pen when he had it lined up to his satisfaction.

   “Now I’m gonna pierce ya. It’s gonna burn some. I need to push the needle in slow so’s it comes out where I want it to. If ya hafta yell or somethin’, that’s ok. I’ve heard a lot of screamin’ in this room.”

   Kara felt a sharp pinprick on the side of her breast as he placed the piercing needle against her soft skin. She felt the pressure increase until she felt her skin tear under the force of the sharp needle. The inside of her breast felt hot as he methodically pushed the needle through her. She forced herself to breath deeply, wincing against the pain. Then, she felt a  a soft pop, and the needle broke through on the other side. Kara looked down at her aching breast and saw the thick steel needle sticking out of both sides, behind her areola. Fascinated, kara couldn’t look away, as Bear took a thick metal rod and pushed it through the piercing, backing the needle out as he went.

   Kara was dumbstruck at how pretty, and yet how stark and cruelly evil the metal rod looked, imbedded so deeply in the soft velvety smooth skin of her breast. She watched with a transfixed allure while Bear attached a chain to the protruding ends of the rod and the screwed on the caps to secure it in place. He opened a fresh needle and pierced her other breast in exactly the same fashion. Picking up a mirror, he held it before her so that she could get the full effect of the hard steel in her breasts. As she stood before the mirror, Bear clipped a small sterling silver bell onto each of the two chains.  He the stood behind her, and grasping a breast in each hand, jingled them, listening to the delicate tinkling sounds the bells made.

   “Lay back and putcher feet in the stirrups,” he ordered, laying the mirror aside. She lay back and looked up at the ceiling tiles, her legs splayed by the cold chrome stirrups, her sex wide open to this burly ape of a man. She could feel him strapping her legs in place. “I need ta have ya tied tight for the next piercings, cuz these’re gonna be much larger holes, an’ yer pussy lips are gonna hurt a lot more than those little titties did,” he informed her, as he secured the last strap.

   The alcohol felt icy cold when he swabbed the area. “Yer juicier than a fresh peach, cunt. You gettin’ off on this?”

   “No,” she almost shouted, incensed by the remark. “I.....I just get wet really easily.”

   “Well yer too slippery fer me ta to hold while I’m tryin’ ta stick these needles in ya, so I’m gonna hafta use clamps ta get a good grip. That’s gonna pinch a bit more, but I gotta line these grommets up just so, or the locks’ll lie all wrong.”

   Bear continued with his preparations, cleansing and sterilizing her outer labia and the surrounding tissue. He used his ruler once again to measure and mark the exact spots where he would put his needles. “I think right should do it,” he declared with pride. “Four in each one.” He continued to inspect the site.

   “I think I’ll just put all eight needles in first, then I’ll fit in the grommets.”

    Kara felt the pinch of the clamp on her lower lip, and then the pressure as her tugged it out. She took a deep breath and held it when she felt the sharp point of the needle against her delicate sex. Then with a steady increasing pressure, he pushed the thick needle in, tearing the skin and running in right through and out the other side. A loud shriek broke from her as the sudden sharp pain was too much.

    “I’m.......I’m.....I’m sorry,” she apologized.

   “No need ta be, missy. If you could get a look at the size o’ these needles I hafta use, you’d probably be screamin’ before I stuck ‘em in ya!”

   The second needle went in faster than the first, but kara was starting to cry now, and she was shaking slightly. Bear paid no attention to her discomfort. He continued piercing her until there were eight heavy gauge needles in her lips.

   After the eighth was set, he stood, and as he stretched he announced, “I need a beer. Ya want somethin’?”

   “Some.....some water please,” she managed to stammer through her quieting sobs.

   Bear returned momentarily with a bottle of spring water for kara and a cold can of beer for himself, and sat down on his stool, right between her widely spread legs. “So,” he inquired, “Have you been properly trained in how to suck a cock?”

   “Ye.....yes. I have.”

   “ You have what? ........ .. . .Full sentences if you please, you should  know better than that”

   “I.....I have been trained in the proper techniques for sucking cock.”

   “That’s more like it.

   “Ever taken it up the ass?”

   “Yes, I.....I....I have been fucked in the ass. M....Many times.” kara was astounded at how easily she was revealing these intimate and embarrassing answers to this stranger. And while he was starring at her gaping pussy!

   “Have ya ever hadta clean off a cock after it’s been up yer ass?”

   “I....I always clean off my Master’s cock after He fucks my ass. He ......He requires that I clean Him whenever He uses me.”

   Bear stood and gulped down the remainder of his beer. “I’m gonna set those grommets in yer pussy, a’ then I’ll lock it up good an’ tight. After that, all I hafta do is pierce yer nose, an’ then I get ta keep ya fer an hour. So we’ll just hafta see how well ya kin clean me up after ‘I’ use you!”

   The emphasis he put on the word ‘I’ scared kara.

   Bear got to his task of setting the grommets in the large holes he had pierced in kara’s labia. The holes were 3/8" in diameter, and the grommets fit snugly. When all eight were in place, he took four tiny steel keyed locks, and slipped each one through a grommet in the right lip and left, locking her pussy shut. He wiped away the blood, and then, once again, he held the mirror for her to see her “new look.”

   Kara felt the weight of the locks pulling down on her lips as she sat up to look. She was instantly flooded with a sense of inordinate pride at her pussy. And her first real thought was “I hope He is happy with it!”

   Bear cleaned her nose in preparation for placing the ring in her septum. Kara felt queasy as she heard a crunching sound when the needle went through. Bear fastened a heavy gauge ring that was almost two inches in diameter in her nose. After she stood in a full length mirror to inspect herself, Bear used her repeatedly for the next hour. Most of the time he spent fucking her ass for a minute or so, and then watching with great satisfaction as she would then suck him clean.  This ass to mouth drilling continued until he finally decided to end it all, by dumping his load deep in her bowels.

   Bear lead her to the back door, and with a hard smack on her ass, sent her into the alley, where the black Hummer was waiting. The driver motioned for her to get in the front seat next to him. When she opened the door, she saw a plastic mat with a thick butt plug  fastened to it. “Sit on it,” the driver ordered her .The shiny black appliance slid into place with ease, since  her pussy was  dripping wet from the past hour of sex, and her ass was slowly leaking semen.

   During the drive home, kara feared what she would have to say to Sydney when she saw the metal in her nose, breasts and labia. Her daughter had gotten quite used to her mother’s constant nakedness, but this? How could she explain it? What words would be adequate to quell the uncertainties of such a young girl? Hiding it was not an option, Sir Richard would never entertain it.

    The time passed quickly, and kara found herself on the driveway leading to the house. When they were about fifty yards from the house, the driver stopped the car and said, “Get out.”

   Kara eased herself off the invading probe in her  ass, opened the door and got out. “Crawl to the house on your hands and knees, slave,” he barked. Her heart racing for fear of being seen by Sydney, kara sank to her hands and knees and began to crawl across the lawn to the house, the small bells announcing her in advance.

   As she neared the house, her heart sank, for there on the front steps stood Sir Richard, with two women, one clothed and the other naked. And standing next to the naked woman was Sydney. Her face flushed immediately from shame as she crawled nearer to them. She knew the women from someplace. She fought to remember where. Then it came to her, that first evening, the party Sir Richard had given. The slave’s name was slut. The one with no body hair and a massive bar piercing deeply through both breasts. And her owner’s name was........Mistress Ilsa!” The swaying of her pierced breasts caused the bells to ring, drawing more attention to her.  Just as she reached the bottom step that lead to the porch, Sir Richard commanded, “Position C!”

   Kara assumed the position, pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing the four locks through the grommets in her lower lips. “Do you see what Uncle Richard meant, Sydney? Mommy belongs to Me now.  Completely! And that means that she does anything I tell her to do, no matter what it is. Do you understand?”

   “Yes, Uncle Richard. Can I see her new jewelry?”

   “Of course little one. Let’s look at it together.”

   Kara’s embarrassment was complete. Her she was, naked, kneeling on the ground, opening herself in order that her own daughter could see her freshly pierced cunt, still very red and swollen from the eight grommets that had been placed in it. “Don’t the locks look pretty, Sydney,” Richard asked the child?

   “Yes, Uncle Richard. But why did you have them put in there?”

   “Because that is the only way I can truly own her, Sydney. I have the keys that lead to what makes your mommy a woman, and I have control over it, and therefore, I control her very essence.”

   “I love the grommets, Richard,” Ilsa chimed in, as She walked through the massive oak front door. “ They’ll look exquisite with or without the locks. You might want to consider larger diameter ones in a few months. Really draw attention to her cunt!”

   Kara’s face was red now, as she listened to the course language being used in front of Sydney.

   “Where are the bells, Uncle Richard,” Sydney inquired?

   “Position B, slave!”

    Kara pushed herself up and stood before them, her legs spread, hands laced behind her head, head down and mouth open. “The bells hang from her breasts by the chains, see?”

   “I like them, they’re pretty,” Sydney said.

    “Would you to like to ring them, Sydney?”

    “May I?”

    “Of course. Just reach up and jiggle Mommy’s breast. The bell will ring.”

   The tentative touch of her daughter’s fingers on her breast made kara jump. “Stand your ground,” he ordered. Kara stood still as Sydney gently pushed her breast, making the tiny bell ring.

   “Bear put them in quite deep, Richard,” Ilsa remarked. “They’ll take quite a bit of weight without you having to be concerned with them ripping out.”

   kara was shocked at herself by the revelation of  how little embarrassment she felt for being placed on display like this in front of Sydney. But she was even more shocked at how casual and commonplace Sydney’s reaction to it. She acted like seeing her mother naked; spreading her ass cheeks for her daughter to scrutinize; seeing the harsh swollen fresh piercings in her mother’s breasts, nose and labia; watching her mother crawl across a lawn like some animal, with bells dangling from her chest, like all of this was normal. Kara understood and accepted what was happening to her. After all, she now knew, and had come to grips with the fact that she both wanted and needed this sort of treatment in order to feel whole and alive. But, what she hadn’t yet fathomed, was what impact all of this was having on her daughter!

   Also, kara couldn’t get past how casually Sydney was joining in with Sir Richard and Ilsa in talking about her, but never to her. It was as if she was some object for sale in a store that one might be looking over before purchasing it. But all kara could do was hold the position He had commanded her to be in, and listen as they talked.

   “Do You think it hurt when they put the rings in, Uncle Richard?”

  “ No, Sydney. The rings didn’t hurt mommy at all, but the needles that made the holes for the rings hurt. However, you know that it doesn’t matter if they hurt, and I want you to tell me why?”

   “Um......it.....it doesn’t matter....because.....because the pain was a gift from You. And.....um.......she should be happy that You think enough of her to give her pain?”

   “That’s right! Very good!. You’re a fast learner.”

   The young girl beamed at His praise, and continued, “When can I get jewelry too, Uncle Richard?”

   Kara flinched at the question, images of the pre-pubescent child’s body pierced with the cold steel.....

   “Not for a while, little one. You must learn to be patient. Your body must change first. Develop. Maybe when you’re sixteen or so we’ll think about it. But in the meantime, you may have your ears pierced if you would like.”

   “Could I really? When?” Sydney was jumping with glee.

   “The next time your mommy takes you to the village you can have it done. But only your ears. Is that understood?”

   “Oh yes, Uncle Richard. Thank You!”

   Kara felt one of Ilsa’s velvety soft hand feeling her breasts where the piercings went through, while her other hand was massaging the slave’s clit. Ilsa’s eyes were fixed on kara’s face, reading her responses to the rhythmic ministrations, increasing and decreasing the pressure and tempo, making kara ride the sensations ebbing and flowing like the tides.

   “When can I start to learn what Mommy’s learning?” Sydney broke the spell.

   “Once again Sydney, you’re far too young. But, if you promise never to ask me that question again, I will allow you to be naked anywhere on the grounds anytime you like. Whether it is in your house or mine, or even outside. Anytime you want, you may be naked. But, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to. You may wear clothes whenever you wish. For instance if you are having friends over, and you don’t want to share your secret with them, you can be clothed. And I also will give you a very important job to do.”

   “Anything. Please. I’ll do anything,” Sydney sand excitedly.

   “I require that your mommy always has whip marks on her body. She is not allowed to be without them. But sometimes I am not able to give them to her when they start to fade away, and at those times she has to mark herself. Now it will be your job to whip her whenever I can’t. Can you do that, Sydney? Can you whip your mother until she has welts that will last?”

   “I’ll try, Uncle Richard. But, can You show me how?”

   “Of course I will. In fact, her marks are fading already, so let’s see how well you can whip her now!

   “Slave,” He commanded turning to kara, who was still in the thralls of Ilsa’s probing hand, “Crawl into the library and fetch your cuffs and a crop!”

   “And a cane as well,” Ilsa added venomously.

   “Yes, Sir Richard and Mistress Ilsa,” kara answered obediently, getting down on all fours. She could sense her daughter’s envious eyes on her ass as she crawled away, accompanied by the tinkling of her bells.

   Ilsa reached out to Her slave and grabbed her by the rod that ran through her breasts, “Go with her, slut, and see that she does as she is told.”

   “Of course, Mistress.”

   When kara got to the library, she crawled over to the cabinet where He kept all of the implements for her bondage and torture. She selected a set of wrist cuffs and a matching pair of ankle cuffs and then strapped them all on tightly. She then proceeded to select the requested cane and crop, and laying them both neatly on a table, she knelt quietly in waiting.

   Her wait wasn’t long, as she heard Sir Richard, Mistress Ilsa, and Sydney approaching the library. “What do You think, Ilsa,” Sir Richard asked as they entered the room, “The St. Andrew’s Cross perhaps?”

   “That would be fine, Richard. The girl should have an immobile target top practice on at first.”

   “Have You a preference for front or back?”

   “Let’s whip her front first. I want her daughter to look into her mother’s eyes as she whips her!”

    “On the cross, slave,” Richard commanded sternly. “Back to the cross!”

   Kara stood meekly and walked to the cross against the wall. Turning her back to it, she stepped up on the pegs that protruded from the cross about a foot off the floor and extended her arms while Ilsa and Her slave bound her. They pulled her arms tighter than she was used to, tying them to the last rings at the ends of the cross. Then they secured her feet. Just to decrease her ability to dodge the whip, and to increase her overall discomfort on the cross, Ilsa pulled a waist cincher across her belly just underneath  her naval and pulled it so tight that it constricted her stomach to the point that she could only take shallow breaths.

   They both stood back and looked at each other for a moment, and then watched Sydney as she took in the spectacle of her naked mother helplessly bound and awaiting her fate.

   “I’ll begin,” Ilsa broke the silence, “If it’s alright with You, Richard.”

   “But of course, Ilsa,” Richard answered, sitting in a plush leather chair. “ Please. Be My guest!”

   “Come to Me, little one,” Ilsa cooed softly to Sydney.

   Cautiously, Sydney approached the Dominatrix, all the while looking in awe at her bound mother, offering herself on the cross, and the hairless naked slave standing next to her, as if on guard.  “This is a cane, “Ilsa instructed. “It is very effective in raising long lasting welts. It can even break the skin if applied hard enough. It is best used on the front and back of the thighs and on the buttocks.”

   Ilsa placed the cane in Sydney’s hand, and then covering the child’s hand with her own, she began to flick the cane, asking, “Can you feel the whipping action when yo move the cane like this?”

   “Yes, Mistress,” Sydney observed, her eyes brightening as she tuned into the sensation. “I can!”

   “It is very important that when you are using  the cane that you get that whipping action. You must move the cane quickly and then snap it. See?” She demonstrated it a few more times, and letting go her grip over Sydney’s hand, she said, “Now you try it yourself.”

   Ilsa and Richard watched while kara experimented with her strokes in the air. Hard, soft, trying to get the feel for the instrument of pain. All the while, kara’s eyes were glued to her daughter’s lessons too, but her perspective was that of the recipient, not the instructor.

   After a couple of minutes, Ilsa was content with Sydney’s rudimentary skills and technique, and so,  holding her hand out, She said, “Give Me the cane, and watch!”

   Sydney placed the cane in Ilsa’s proffered hand and stood aside as Ilsa approached the cross. “Above all, it is important that you must look where you want the cane to strike. You must always remember that. Where your eyes are set is where the cane will land. Never take your eyes from the target on your subject. Observe.”

   Ilsa held the cane up, flicking it lightly in the air in front of kara’s wide opened eyes, allowing her to appreciate what was coming. Then, lowering Her head, She picked a spot on kara’s right thigh, and with blinding speed, She brought the cane across the thigh, bringing a scream from the slave as well as an angry swollen welt almost at the same time.

   “Feel the skin where the whip kissed it, Sydney,” Ilsa instructed.

   Sydney gently ran her hand across the rising welt a few times, feeling it’s heat and how high it was. “That is what the cane does best. Now, I want you to try it.”

   Ilsa handed the cane back to Sydney, and taking the girl by the shoulders, she placed her in the optimum position to whip her mother.

   “Feet a bit further apart, Sydney. Make sure you stand with your weight equally on both feet. That way you’re balanced, and can concentrate on your arm motion. That’s better. Now,” Ilsa instructed, “Hold the cane up and make sure she sees it. This is very important, because it gets her mind to focus on what is to come.”

   Obediently, Sydney held the cane up so her mother could see it. And then, apprehensively, she lowered the cane and prepared to strike. Kara could see the hesitancy in her daughter’s eyes, and gave her an all but imperceptible nod in reassurance. Sydney lifted the whip back and swung it at her mother’s thigh, but it landed on her hip instead.

   “Where were your eyes, Sydney,” Ilsa asked patiently?

   “They.......they were cl........closed, Mistress.”

    “And what did I tell you?”

    “Y.....You......You t.....told me that ........that I have to look where I want the whip to hit, an......and then I’ll hit that spot.”

     “That’s correct. Now....decide where you want the whip to land.”  Ilsa paused a moment, giving the girl the opportunity to make up her mind. “Now, I want you to point to that spot with the tip of the cane, but don’t touch it.” Sydney did as she was told. “Alright. Keep your eyes right there and feel that snap of the cane.”

    The swish of the cane slicing through the air was the only sound, until it was replaced by the smack of the whip and kara’s scream. Instantly, Sydney dropped the cane and burst into tears, as she watched her mother writhe on the cross, consumed by the burning lash on her thigh.

   “Very good,” Ilsa complemented her. “See how the welt is rising? Pick up the cane and give her four more on the thighs.”

   Sydney’s gaze was fixated on her mother’s eyes, and she stood stone still, until her mother’s gaze met her’s and she saw her mother smile and nod. Ever so slowly, Sydney bent down and picked up the cane and chose a spot for it to kiss her mother, about two inches below the first cut,  She struck her mother as hard as she could.

   This time, Sydney’s reaction was quite different. Her guilt and fear had been replaced by excitement and joy. She paused for a moment, as if reading her mother’s response to the lash, and then, she struck her again, and again and again.

   Ilsa and Richard were both very pleased with how quickly the child had gotten used to the whip. They quietly remarked to each other how fascinated Sydney was as she watched her mother scream and cry as she fought the straps holding her to the cross. She seemed mesmerized at the dance her mother performed was performing. “The crop, slut.” slut passed the crop to her Mistress as ordered. Ilsa slipped the cane out of Sydney’s hand, and replaced it with the crop. Sydney glanced down at the new implement in her hand. 

   “This is a crop, Sydney,” Ilsa began. “Very effective on the buttocks and belly, and especially on the lower belly, between the mound and the naval. Feel the soft leather?”

   “Yes Mistress,” Sydney cooed as she stroked the soft fine leather, feeling the smooth supple crop. She looked at the delicate loop for her wrist and the wide leather end that would spread it’s fury out on the skin.

   “It should have that same action as the cane when you use is, Sydney,” Ilsa intoned. “But first you must use it to tease your subject. Watch!”

   Ilsa took the crop and with an obvious air of sexuality, she caressed kara’s lower belly with the soft cool leather. Stroking the skin, and lightly rubbing her clitoris.  She then began to lightly slap the crop against the skin, moving it up as high as the naval, and then down ton the opening of the slit and left to right from hip to hip, gradually increasing and decreasing the intensity, and all the while reading kara’s face. Abruptly, She paused, and then, selecting a target, She pulled back and swung very hard. A loud smack filled the room as the crop landed just at the top of kara’s slit, and a horrifying scream replaced it.

   A large red mark instantly colored the pale skin on her pubic mound. “Feel the heat, Sydney,” Ilsa directed her, placing the child’s hand on the hot flesh. Sydney was enthralled with the feel of her mother’s hot skin from just the one kiss from the crop.

   “May I try it, Mistress Ilsa,” she queried”

   “Of course, my dear, here,” she said, giving the crop back to Sydney.

   Sydney approached the cross and gently rubbed the crop across the skin of her mother’s belly, gliding it up and down, side to side. Then she began to slowly tap it against the skin, watching as her mother would involuntarily jump at the sharper bites. She paused a moment, and lashed out, striking in the exact same spot as Ilsa had. The added fire on the already tender skin caused kara ro scream, and cry, tears rolling down her face as she fought the straps that held her captive to the hard wooden cross.

   Sydney waited until all of kara’s sobbing had stopped before she began the sensual stroking that was a precursor to the wicked kiss of the crop. She made sure that all five of her lashes struck in the exact same spot on kara’s mound, turning it a dark red and swelling the flesh.

    Ilsa and slut undid the straps that held the slave to the cross, and helped her down form the pegs. “Face the cross, slave,” Richard ordered, and once again, kara mounted her instrument of pain, this time with her chest against the rough wood, and waited while her arms, legs and belly was secured.

   Ilsa nodded to Sydney, who looked at the crop and cane, and then selected the cane. Ilsa smiled in assurance of her choice. Sydney walked to the side of the cross and held the cane up so her mother could see it. She swished in lightly through the air, demonstrating it’s suppleness. After a few minutes of this subtle torment, Sydney took her position behind her mother and stared at the firm mounds of her ass, choosing where she wanted the cane to kiss. She rubbed the cane up and down along the pronounced curve of the dimpled cheeks, and then pulled her arm back and let the first lash fly, catching her mother right where the top of the thigh swells into the rounded orb.

    Kara screamed and twisted her body as much as the straps would allow, the white hot pain so intense. Sydney observed the reaction she got, as Richard commented, “Well placed, Sydney. That’s always a good place to strike.”

   “Thank You, Uncle Richard,” Sydney smiled, lining up the next lash. She stripped her mother’s firm ass with four more strokes, each time waiting for her mother to gain control, so that the stripes went where Sydney wanted them.

   When the ordeal was over, Ilsa, slut, and Sydney undid the straps and helped kara off the cross. She stumbled a bit, but slut caught her, and then she stood back as the mother and daughter embraced each other. “Thank her, slave,” Ilsa commanded!

   “Thank you for whipping me, Sydney,” kara murmured.

   “Kneel before Me,” Richard ordered, and kara knelt obediently at His feet, head bowed, legs apart.

   “Sydney, would you get that box on my desk and bring it to Mistress Ilsa?”

   “Sure, Uncle Richard,” she answered excitedly.

   Sydney picked up the gray velvet covered box and handed it to Ilsa. “Take the collar off your mother’s neck,” Ilsa ordered her. Sydney undid the buckle on the collar. “Toss it to the floor!”

   Sydney dropped the collar on the floor just to the right of her mother.

   “Kara, your initial training is complete,” Ilsa began. “Sir Richard has decided that you have reached the point where you must make a decision. A decision from which there can be no turning back.

   “This box contains a permanent slave collar. Once it is placed on your neck and locked, it is to be worn forever. It may never be covered or hidden, and stands as a symbol for all to see that you are a slave. That you are owned and are no longer in possession of anything, not even yourself.

   “If you choose to accept this collar, it means that you accept that Sir Richard owns you, as he does this house, or His car. Therefore, it means He may do with you as He wishes. You may never question what He does with you, or why. You must agree to anything He requires, and you must relinquish control of everything you have, to Him.” kara could see that Ilsa was looking at Sydney as she said that.

   “If you choose to reject this collar, you are free to leave. The choice is yours, and yours alone. And,” she added ominously, “Should you choose to accept His collar, it will be the last choice you will ever make!”

   An eerie quiet enveloped the den, as Richard, Ilsa and Sydney watched the naked slave, kneeling and wrestling with her fate. Kara could feel beads of sweat running down her armpits as her mind twisted with the decision. The decision that would chart the course of both her life and the life of her daughter from this moment forward.

   A few minutes passed, and no one moved. Finally, kara whispered, “May I have permission to speak?”

   “Yes, you may,” Ilsa answered.

  “ I am honored and flattered that Sir Richard wishes to take me as His slave. I would be proud to accept His collar as a symbol of His ownership of me. I would like to present myself, and everything that is mine, to Him. From this moment on, I relinquish any rights and possessions to Sir Richard. ”

   Ilsa opened the box and removing the collar, She handed it to Sir Richard. He held it out for kara to see. It was made of a dull burnished steel. In the back was a hinge that would allow it to be placed on kara’s neck. In the front there was a hasp for a lock. On either side there was a thick ring that dangled from the collar.

   Richard placed the collar around His slave’s neck. Ilsa handed Him the lock. He held the lock down in front of kara’s eyes, so that she could read His  monogram inscribed in it, and as He slipped it through the hasp, He said, “This collar proclaims you as mine. You are My slave, and from henceforth, your will no longer be known as kara. I hereby give you the name cumslut.”

And saying that, the lock clicked in place.

   Richard took cumslut by the hands and lifted her to her feet. Then, cupping her chin, He brought her mouth to His and He kissed her deeply, His tongue probing the inner recesses of her mouth. He did not release her from this embrace until she was gasping for air. Turning to Ilsa, He asked, “It would be My pleasure, Ilsa,  if You would join us in celebration of my new slave’s life. Please join us for dinner.”

   “I would be delighted, Richard, thank You.” And they all gathered together in Richard’s car and drove to the country club for dinner, everyone including slut was dressed in their finery, except the new slave, who for the first night of her slavery, dined in public, naked.