CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
For the next few days, Cole and Monica engaged in animated
conversations about the local SM scene and about their upcoming date
with Jennifer. Monica commented on how scene people treated each
other versus the way they dealt with outsiders. Among themselves, the
scene folks easily discussed the most intimate and secretive things.
When around someone whose preferences are not known or who is known to
be sexually conservative, they maintain a strict silence about their
kinky activities. This could lead to a feeling of having a dual
personality, but for most people, it was the best alternative.
In her small apartment on the 14th floor of a fashionable downtown
residence building, Jennifer thought hard about what she wanted to get
from her adventure with Cole and Monica. She knew that she trusted
Monica completely and the thought of submitting to her sexy girlfriend
was very exciting. She had been envious of Monica since they first
met, initially because of Monica's curvy body and later because of her
relationship with Cole. There was also an element of competition.
She wanted to show that she could be as submissive as the women whose
stories she had read on the internet and in the numerous erotic books
that waited under her bed like old playmates.
She knew that her friends would never hurt her. The most daunting
prospect was the thought of being naked in front of them and being
forced to engage in what would surely be shameful sexual acts. At
least she hoped so. She was very shy about her body, especially
around beautiful women like Monica. Just the thought of being
forcibly exposed made her wet; she just wasn't sure if she could go
through with it.
She was also hoping that she could experience what it meant to serve
someone as a slave. Many of her favorite fantasies involved serving a
man who owned her completely. It wasn't the sort of thing you could
admit to anyone unless they shared a similar fantasy.
The email that Monica received from Jennifer proved to contain a
fantasy that she and Cole both loved. Jennifer wanted to be hired and
trained as a sex slave for a wealthy businessman. She suggested using
the name of a handsome Japanese investment banker that she had a bit
of a crush on. Since she didn't really have time in her life to be a
genuine slave, the first 24 hours of "captivity" would do nicely.
Obviously, some serious training should take place on her first night.
It took two more weeks to iron out the details, but eventually
everything was settled. Jennifer would have two safewords, one to
stop whatever activity was taking place at the time and another to
stop the play altogether. Since she wanted the feeling of giving up
control completely, no acts of sexual dominance were prohibited by
their agreement. The only hard limits were that Jennifer had to be
able to go to work Monday morning and she did not want any permanent
marks.
She would be picked up outside her building at Noon next Saturday and
would stay overnight until Noon on Sunday. All she needed to bring
was a bag with some extra clothing.
As they had promised each other, Cole and Monica discussed their
sexual activities in advance. He was a bit surprised when she
encouraged him to plan for sex with Jennifer. His sex life with
Monica was completely satisfying and he did not feel the need for
another partner. However, Monica now knew him well enough to know
that his libido would be stimulated by dominating a willing woman.
She wanted to be certain that her best girlfriend would have the
erotic time of her life.
Since he did not have a long standing familiarity with Jennifer's
kinky needs, he wanted to be ready to do whatever seemed appropriate
in the heat of play. He started giving Monica daily lessons with the
cane and flogger in case it seemed more appropriate for her to deal
out the needed punishments.
Standing in the dungeon next to a table of kinky toys, he held out a
whip with many short tresses. "This of course, is a flogger, not to
be confused with a cat o'nine tails. The flogger has soft flat tresses
that can create a range of sensations without doing serious damage. A
cat is a much nastier whip, with braided tresses that hit a lot
harder."
"A flogger can be cut from many different types of material. Leather
is most popular, but you'll also see rubber, plastic and rope, among
other things. This one is made of thin suede. A very special woman
in the scene made it for me a few years ago. It's much too light to
use on backs or butts. It was designed for breasts. Here, let me
demonstrate."
She pulled up her T-shirt and held still while he gave her pretty
breasts several strokes. The light slapping sensation was quite
delightful. He handed her the flogger and showed her how to practice
on pillows. For the next half hour, Monica wandered around the house,
stalking pillows to attack with the little flogger.
When she mastered it, he gave her a longer, heavier one which was made
from thin smooth cowhide.
"You must be careful not to let the ends of the flogger wrap around
your partner's body. When the tips wrap around, they strike with a
lot more force and it's in a place they aren't expecting. It's the
mark of an amateur top and something to be avoided."
The heavier flogger made a more satisfying thump when she whacked the
naughty pillows, but it still had a large safety margin when used on a
playmate. He also showed her how to use one of his lighter rattan
canes. She discovered that the flexible nature of the shaft made it
difficult to hit a target precisely. After practicing a few times,
she decided that she would only use this cane lightly, if at all.
Cole brought out one of his black carbon fiber canes, which was
slightly lighter than rattan, but almost perfectly rigid. Monica then
felt much more confident about her accuracy.
When they were finished practicing with the impact instruments, they
sat down together to work on their plans. Cole began, "Since Jennifer
hasn't engaged in hard SM play before, I don't think we'll have to use
any heavier instruments. My general theory of SM play is that you
should play within your partner's limits so that they will always want
to come back for more. Now here's something I want you to start
practicing with."
He showed her a rectangular box about six inches long. When opened,
it revealed a straight razor suitable for professional shaving.
As the day drew closer, they were both becoming more excited. Cole
prepared the dungeon for the training of Jennifer. They were very
confident that the SM part of the plan would work well, but the D/S
play would be more difficult. Their plan was for Monica to be the
first to dominate Jennifer. As Jennifer became more comfortable with
her submissive role, she would find herself under the control of Cole,
in his role as "Trainer". There was no guarantee that it would work,
of course. They simply planned and hoped for the best. They had
explained to Jennifer their feeling that BDSM play was really a game.
It had to be fun for all parties involved or there was no point in
doing it.
On Saturday morning, Cole inspected his car, which was parked in the
garage next to the black minivan. It was a large silver Mercedes
sedan that he had purchased as a collector's car. It was thirty years
old and in perfect condition. The rear windows were shielded by gray
curtains and the seats were covered in soft gray leather. He placed a
few important items in a storage compartment on the back of the
driver's seat, then went into the house to change into his costume.
Cole dressed in an old fashioned black suit that might have been worn
by a chauffeur earlier in the century. A classic chauffeur's hat and
a pair of dark aviator sunglasses completed the look. He inspected
himself in front of the mirror and allowed his face to assume an
expression of disinterest. The beard and sunglasses made him look
quite unapproachable.
Monica put on her sexiest black cocktail dress. This one was short
and had a low neckline, which provided a perfect setting for a long
pearl necklace. She spent a great deal of time in front of the
mirror, making sure that her makeup was just right and putting her
long brown hair up into a rather severe bun which perched haughtily on
the back of her head.
Pausing for a delicate kiss and a swat on her lovely behind, they went
to the car. Cole was now in his chauffeur role and held open the
heavy rear door for her. She entered the cavernous passenger
compartment and sat on the glove soft leather of the rear seat.
Getting behind the wheel, he started the old German engine, which
turned over with barely a sound. On the trip to Jennifer's apartment
building, they didn't speak except for Monica's comment about the
amazing quiet inside the old car. No conversation was needed, as
their plans had been made and finalized during the preceding week.
It was a cool autumn day with light cloud cover and just enough hazy
sunlight to be slightly uncomfortable without sunglasses. The traffic
was heavy and got heavier as they came closer to the downtown
apartment building where Jennifer lived.
As they approached the building, Monica used her cell phone to call
Jennifer and tell her to come downstairs. They pulled up to the curb
and waited about thirty seconds before she appeared at the front door
and walked out to the car. In her hand was a small overnight bag.
Cole leapt from the car and held open the rear door without
acknowledging her in any way. The dark sunglasses he was wearing
prevented her from making eye contact as he took the bag from her hand
and waved her into the car where Monica was waiting on the left side
of the bench seat.
Jennifer was wearing a simple green dress with white buttons, black
stockings and black shoes with low heels. Her waist length black hair
was tied back to form a long ponytail. As she sat down on the right
side, she brought her hair around over her right shoulder. Monica
asked, "Are you Jennifer Lee?"
"Yes."
"I am Monica, the Assistant Trainer, you will address me as Ma'am."
"Yes, Ma'am." Her exotic, almond shaped, hazel eyes were cast
downward.
"Do not attempt to speak to the chauffeur, he is forbidden to
respond."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"What are you wearing under that dress?"
"Just a bra and panties, Monica. And these stockings." Her slight
Asian accent was a bit stronger than normal. As Jennifer looked
around the interior of the car, she noticed the curtains that created
almost complete privacy in the large rear seat area. Then she looked
in the mirror to see that the chauffeur was looking back at her. Or
was he? The dark sunglasses and old fashioned hat made it hard to
tell. From the shape of the beard, she knew it was Howard Cole, but
this cold, mechanical fellow in the uniform did not seem like the
Howard she knew. She decided to simply think of him as "the
chauffeur".
Monica held out what looked like a legal document on a clipboard and
offered Jennifer a pen. "This is your contract. You'll find it to be
exactly as we agreed. One hundred thousand dollars for one year of
service to Mister Toriuchi. You must sign it before we can proceed.
If you wish to change your mind, we'll take you back to your apartment
now."
"Here, I'll sign it," she said, reaching for the clipboard and pen.
When she handed back the signed contract, Monica spoke in a
businesslike tone, "Your training begins immediately. You will be
addressed simply as "slave" and refusal to obey any and all
instructions will be punished, as stated in the contract."
"I understand." Jennifer looked ahead as the silent automobile was
entering the freeway, but instead of heading North, which was the
shortest way to Cole and Monica's, the chauffeur was going South.
"You haven't been addressing me properly, slave. That's your first
mistake. We'll see about your punishment in a moment. Remove your
dress."
Jennifer felt a thrill of fear and pleasure course through her slender
body. It seemed impossible to take her eyes off the floor, but she
forced her hands to begin unfastening the buttons on the front of the
green dress. Starting at the top, she slowly worked her way down.
"When I give you an order, I expect you to obey immediately!"
The sharp tone startled Jennifer into rapid action. She quickly
finished with the buttons, which left the dress open almost to her
knees. Monica had never seen her friend undressed before and decided
to prolong the show for a while. She and Cole had planned to take an
hour driving to the house.
"Stop. Leave your dress on for a moment. Open it a little so that I
can get a look at you."
Monica loved the perfect light brown skin that was set off nicely by
the white satin bra and panties. She saw that Jennifer's breasts
beneath the bra were small, as expected, and her ribs were sharply
defined. For the next several minutes, Monica ordered Jennifer to
slowly undress, gradually revealing more of her body. When the dress
was safely in Monica's hands, she paused for a minute to study the
little slave-girl-in-training. The prominent hipbones and concave
stomach seemed appropriate for a fashion model. Jennifer had, in
fact, considered a modeling career, but she was only five feet two
inches tall and did not have the height preferred in the fashion
industry.
Jennifer briefly raised her eyes and saw the chauffeur looking at her
in the mirror. Even with the sunglasses she was sure he was looking
and the sudden embarrassment caused her hands to move quickly to cover
herself. Monica reacted instantly.
"Put those hands down! Slide forward to the edge of the seat. Put
your hands behind your back. Now!"
With practiced skill that she had learned from Cole, Monica slipped a
pair of chrome police handcuffs onto Jennifer's tiny wrists, then
shoved her against the seat back. "That's your second mistake, slave
girl. You're not doing very well so far. I don't think we can delay
your discipline any longer. Hold absolutely still. You are not
permitted to make any noise whatsoever. Disobedience will be punished
severely."
Monica removed a small pocketknife from a compartment on the seatback
and turned to the handcuffed Jennifer. She opened the folding knife
and reached for the top of the left shoulder strap of Jennifer's lace
trimmed white satin bra. The sharp blade of the little knife slid
easily through the strap, which was then allowed to drop and hang
limply over Jennifer's breast. After a short pause for Monica to
savor the moment, the right strap met the same fate.
After gently stroking Jennifer's skin between her breasts, Monica used
the knife to cut slowly through the fabric between the cups, then
roughly pulled the ruined bra away and dropped it on the floor. She
was rather surprised to see that Jennifer was not flat chested. There
was a pair of small, pretty, and sensitive looking breasts with
relatively large brown nipples set perfectly within small areolas.
Jennifer looked down at her exposed breasts and saw her nipples
growing larger in spite of the warm air inside the car. Then she
looked up to again see the chauffeur watching in the mirror with that
strange detached expression. She whimpered and bent forward to hide
her nudity, which triggered Monica into action.
Grabbing Jennifer's hair, she pulled the smaller woman back into an
upright position. "That's it. If you can't obey, you'll pay the
price." Monica pulled a silver chain from the storage compartment.
On each end of the foot long chain was a small metal clip. She held
Jennifer's head back with her right hand and used her left hand to
attach one of the clips to each of Jennifer's hard nipples.
Jennifer's chest rose and fell rapidly with her frightened breathing,
but she did her best to hold still. The tight, mildly painful
sensation of the nipple clips was quite erotic and it gradually calmed
her into a more submissive state.
Monica released Jennifer's silky black hair and slipped a soft padded
blindfold over her head.
"That's a good little slave girl, calm down now. Everything is going
to be OK. You have a very beautiful body."
"Mr. Toriuchi will be very pleased if we can get you properly trained.
Let's leave those little white panties on for now. They make you look
more naked," she said with a greedy smile.
As the old Mercedes drifted smoothly along with the traffic flow,
other drivers studied the unusual vehicle carefully. One or two
managed to catch a glimpse through the front windows, noticing the
professional looking chauffeur, then the two people in the rear seat
who appeared to be engaged in very interesting activities. Cole
maneuvered gently to keep anyone from seeing too much.
For the remainder of the scheduled hour, Cole drove the car carefully
around the Seattle area, gradually working his way closer to home.
Monica enjoyed herself thoroughly, touching and stroking Jennifer's
delicate skin and occasionally tugging lightly on the chain attached
to the sensitive nipples. She found that pulling back on Jennifer's
hair caused her body to arch into a particularly inviting position.
With her right hand holding the beautiful long black hair, Monica's
left hand was free to roam and it gradually found it's way to
Jennifer's satin covered crotch. Gently stroking up and down, Monica
felt the wetness slowly penetrate through the white panties while
Jennifer whimpered and moaned with arousal.
With Jennifer's head pulled back, her throat was exposed in a most
inviting manner. Monica leaned over to kiss it, then licked up and
down from chin to collarbone. By the time they reached the house,
both women were breathing hard and trembling with the hot lust that
had ripened within their bodies
Cole parked in the garage and waited for the door to close behind
them. Then he stepped out and opened the rear door on Monica's side.
They helped the blindfolded and handcuffed Jennifer into the house and
deposited her on the living room carpet in front of the fireplace.
She was still wearing her white panties and the nipple clips. Cole
flipped the wall switch that activated the realistic gas fireplace and
stood back to look at the delectable submissive woman who sat
awkwardly on the luxuriously soft carpet.
Jennifer felt the heat from the fire take away the chill from her body
and heard the two trainers moving about the room. She did not know
what was going to happen next, but the submissive thrill that had
started inside her during the trip was still there. Her nipples were
throbbing from the pressure of the clips, but she was nowhere near
using her safeword. She had felt more pain than this during her self
explorations.
She was delighted with the way the session was working out so far.
There was enough trust to allow her to submit, but there were also
enough unfamiliar elements to make the scenario believable. She could
actually feel herself submitting and the thought of serving the
mythical Mr. Toriuchi was a compelling goal. This was proof, if she
needed it, that her basic nature was submissive.
Seeing her friend Monica in the sexy dress and being dominated by her
had been one of the biggest sexual turn-ons that she could remember.
And Cole made a very authentic kinky chauffeur. His behavior was
chilling, almost menacing. She felt like he was capable of anything,
which was a highly arousing thought. Her envy of Cole and Monica's
relationship threatened to flare up, but her attention was drawn to
the sound of someone walking toward her.
The unseen person stepped behind her and removed the blindfold. It
was Cole and he had changed into a casual outfit of white dungarees
and a black T-shirt. He was no longer playing the part of the
Chauffeur, but still had that menacing air.
"Good afternoon, little slave. I am the Trainer and you will address
me as Sir, is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"My job is to prepare you to serve Mr. Toriuchi. As you recall, your
contract states that my approval is required before you can be
considered fit for duty in the Master's household. I expect you to
obey all my instructions without hesitation. Your first instruction
is never to speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Your friend Monica had a very important job today. She was supposed
to make you obey all the usual rules on the ride here. Unfortunately,
you broke some of the rules. You did not address her as Ma'am, you
tried to cover yourself and you failed to hold still when ordered to
do so. It was Monica's job to punish you immediately for all of those
violations. Unfortunately, she was overcome with lust and spent her
time fondling you instead of punishing you. For that reason, Monica
is going to be punished. You will watch and you will be totally
silent. Your punishment will occur when I'm ready. Don't make it any
worse."
He signaled for Monica to come forward. She was completely naked
except for a pair of black heels and a pair of large golden earrings.
Her hard nipples betrayed her arousal. In both hands, she carried a
wide leather strap with a short wooden handle. Kneeling gracefully
before Cole, she offered it to him with her eyes averted. He took it
in his right hand and caressed the soft heavy leather with his left.
Monica draped her curvaceous body over the back of the leather sofa
with her hands on the seat. Her pleasingly rounded hips seemed large
compared to Jennifer's tiny form and her ass was nicely presented for
punishment.
He looked over his shoulder to see Jennifer watching with eyes wide.
The first stroke rang out with a loud crack. Monica took the
punishment stoically, with only a little grunt or moan with each
stroke. After the fifth stroke, Jennifer was obviously in emotional
distress, her small chest heaving. On the eight stroke, she burst
out, "Please, Sir, don't punish her any more. It was all my fault."
Cole looked her way and said, "I told you to keep quiet, little slave.
Your punishment will be increased to reflect your disobedience."
He stopped strapping Monica after two more strokes. Unknown to
Jennifer, this was very mild play by Monica's standards.
Cole told Monica to sit on the sofa and watch. Then he turned to face
Jennifer who was cowering in her white panties and handcuffs. Her
eyes were watching him with obvious apprehension. Stepping behind
her, he reached under her hair and placed his strong right hand on the
back of her neck. He squeezed just enough for her to feel the power,
no more force than one might use for a massage. The nutmeg and
cinnamon smell of her cologne was suddenly very noticeable.
Jennifer calmed down and relaxed in response to the controlling hand
on her neck. "You are a very beautiful little slave girl, but you are
so disobedient," he said calmly.
"Yes, Sir," she said quietly as she trembled slightly before him. He
was quite frightening in this role, but somehow she also felt
strangely safe and secure. His hand on her neck was both controlling
and reassuring.
"I want you to admit that you've been a naughty little slave girl and
tell me that you'll accept your punishment."
"I've been very naughty, Sir. I'll accept whatever punishment you
think is appropriate." She trembled in a most charming manner.
"Good. I'm going to remove those handcuffs, then I want you to assume
a kneeling position." He moved easily behind her again and unlocked
the handcuffs, then stood back to give her room to move.
Jennifer knelt with the tops of her feet flat on the carpet and her
hands on her hips. Her shoulders slouched forward revealing the fact
that she was self conscious about her breasts, which were still
adorned with the nipple clips and silver chain. She was shivering
slightly in spite of the warmth from the nearby fireplace.
Cole spoke to her in his deep, forceful voice. "Get your toes under
your feet, then sit on your heels. That's right. Now place your
hands on your thighs with your palms up. Straighten your back. Eyes
down."
With her back straight, her small breasts were proudly displayed. Her
hips also had a more nicely rounded shape than Cole had expected. He
used both hands to stroke her silky black hair and shape it into a
ponytail that draped down her back all the way to her waist. Then he
massaged her shoulders for a few minutes to help establish a bond with
his delicate new playmate.
When she seemed more relaxed, he announced, "It's time for your
punishment now. Hold still for me."
He reached around and quickly removed both nipple clips. Before she
could react, he grabbed her arms just above the elbows and held them
tightly behind her back. Kneeling behind her, he couldn't see her
face, but he heard the sharp intake of breath, then an agonized scream
as the pain exploded in her suddenly released nipples. She struggled
to tear her arms free so that she could cup her abused breasts with
her hands, but Cole held her in a vice-like grip. Monica, who was
watching from the sofa, was able to see Jennifer's tightly shut eyes
and wide open mouth.
It took a few minutes for Jennifer to stop wailing and trying to pull
free. Her extremely hard nipples were still throbbing painfully in
time with her rapid pulse.
"If you can keep your hands at your sides, I'll let you go now, little
slave."
"OK, sir, I'm ready now."
She stayed there, kneeling on the carpet, looking down at her abused
flesh and savoring the submissive rush that washed over her. In her
current state of mind, Cole could have done anything to her and she
sincerely hoped that he would.
"The next phase of your punishment is also a test. All you have to do
is hold still while I touch you. Come over here and sit on my lap."
Cole moved to the sofa where Monica was sitting and sat down with a
few feet between them. Then he motioned Jennifer to sit on his lap
facing him with her knees straddling his legs. Her lovely little
breasts were directly in front of his face. He could feel the warmth
emanating from between her legs, but he resisted the urge to touch her
there. He ordered Jennifer to clasp her hands together behind her
back and hold as still as possible.
Delicately, using only the tips of his fingers, he slowly stroked
Jennifer's swollen and sensitive nipples. The sudden sensation caused
her to jerk herself back.
"Monica, would you mind holding our little slave for me? She isn't
very well trained yet, I'm afraid."
Monica rose and stood behind the little Eurasian woman, then she
seized Jennifer's arms and held them in a wristlock behind her head.
The restraint was as rigid as the strictest bondage. Jennifer could
hardly move a millimeter. She was barely able to look down and see
Cole's hands moving towards her breasts. Whatever happened next was
inevitable and Jennifer felt a thrill of fear that seemed to be
centered deep in her womanhood.
Cole proceeded to stroke, pinch and suck her now super-responsive
nipples. He enjoyed seeing her pretty little breasts bounce and
jiggle. They looked like small ripe pears, waiting to be eaten. All
Jennifer could do was tremble and gasp. After a few minutes of this
pleasant sport, he put one hand down between her legs to check her
arousal status and found that her panties were soaked.
"My dear Assistant Trainer, please take our little slave into the
bedroom and give her a good flogging, then get her some dry panties.
We'll have a little break before we introduce her to domestic service
training."
Monica helped Jennifer into the bedroom and pushed her down onto the
bed. Picking up the light suede flogger, she proceeded to lash her
submissive little friend over most of her body. She took great
delight in ordering Jennifer to display her dainty round breasts to
the stinging leather instrument.
When she had thoroughly covered Jennifer with the sensuous strokes,
she allowed her to use the bathroom for a few moments and drink some
cold water. With fresh panties, a pink pair this time, she seemed
refreshed and ready to proceed. She wanted to say something to Monica
that would convey how grateful she was for the chance to experience
this kind of submission, but she was afraid of spoiling the convincing
illusion that Monica was now her superior.
Once more in the living room, Jennifer was taught the proper way to
carry a tray and serve coffee or tea to her Master and his associates.
They started first with an empty tray and Cole coached her on the art
of moving gracefully. It was different when you were naked, she
found.
Next, she carried an old coffee mug on the tray and was told not to
let it slip off, even if someone touched her in a way that would
normally be offensive. Unfortunately, the first time that Monica
pinched her sexy little bottom, Jennifer was startled into dropping
the tray, which landed on the carpet with a thud.
Cole ordered her to bend over the back of the sofa with her hands on
the leather seat cushion, just as Monica had earlier. With her nicely
feminine pink panties still on, she received three medium strokes of
the heavy leather strap. The pain was intense, probably the worst she
had ever experienced, but she was able to hold her position. She kept
her eyes closed for a moment after the last stroke and waited for the
fire in her buttocks to cool. Then they continued her training.
The difficulty of the task was gradually increased. More cups were
added to the tray. Monica took great delight in running her hand up
the inside of Jennifer's thigh when she least expected it. She was
punished again, four strokes this time, for letting two of the cups
hit the floor.
After more practice, water was poured into the cups and she learned
how to pour more liquid from a pot in a very elegant manner. Jennifer
felt a great pride at being able to perform for her two trainers.
Twice more, she earned strokes of the punishment strap before Cole
declared that her household servant training was over for the day.
Jennifer was taken into the bedroom again. This time she was
thoroughly bound with soft white rope in a hog tie position. With her
wrists and ankles firmly attached to each other behind her back, she
was left on the soft bed to relax and think. She struggled a bit
against the ropes, but it only intensified her feelings of sensual
restraint. It was actually quite relaxing to lie there with nothing
to do, no decisions to make. She did not sleep, but she fell into a
dreamy state where she imagined herself serving a harsh master who
wielded a nasty leather strap.
It was now early evening and Monica fixed a quick dinner. When she
and Cole were finished, they went to free Jennifer. With an amazing
lack of stiffness from her bondage ordeal, she walked into the kitchen
expecting to sit at the table and eat. Much to her surprise, Cole
produced a pet bowl filled with a sweet dry cereal and another filled
with milk. Placing both bowls on the kitchen floor, he explained that
she was to eat and drink without using her hands.
He was impressed with her enthusiasm. He had expected to restrain her
hands, but there was no need. She ate her cereal and milk like a good
little pet. Her pink panties and black hair made a nice color
combination with the pink and black pattern in the vinyl floor. When
she was finished, he told her that they would be going to the dungeon.
"This will not to be a training session," he announced. "It is a test
of your ability to allow yourself to be used sexually. You must allow
yourself to be handled, hurt or used in any manner. If you fail to
submit in any way, it will be noted on the evaluation that we are
preparing for Mr. Toriuchi.
In the dungeon, Jennifer was struck by the warmth and cozy feel of the
large room. She recognized the smell of scented candles from her
previous visit. She was ordered to sit on one end of the leather
massage table while various leather cuffs and straps were prepared.
Lying on her back, she waited calmly while her wrists were attached to
the far end of the table with leather cuffs and lengths of chain.
Cole picked up her legs and held them while Monica applied soft
leather ankle cuffs which were rapidly drawn apart and up toward the
ceiling with black nylon straps. Jennifer watched as her legs were
spread wide, leaving only the soft pink panties to protect her most
private parts from public view. Then a leather strap went around her
waist and she found herself firmly strapped down to the table. Her
bottom was positioned right at the very end of the table so that she
hung over the edge slightly. It did not seem like a coincidence.
Cole approached her with a pair of scissors and she hoped that he was
not as dangerous as he looked at that moment. Moving slowly, he
slipped the scissors under the side panel of her panties and gradually
cut through the thin fabric. One more cut and he was able to pull the
panties away, leaving her exposed to his lecherous gaze.
Jennifer's eyes widened in fear and anticipation as she looked at his
face between her widely separated knees. She felt herself trembling
as an inner voice urged her to give up her body to the dominant man
who controlled her and was now in a position to do anything he wished.
"Nice bush," he said. "Too bad it will have to go. Mr. Toriuchi
likes all his slaves to be clean shaven." He pulled on her pubic hair
just hard enough to hurt, then used it like handles to pull apart her
labia and inspect her pink inner flesh.
"Monica, bring the shaving equipment. I'd like you to take care of
this, please."
Jennifer could only lie there and experience the intense sensations.
First Monica placed a hot wet towel on Jennifer's pubic area. After a
minute, it was almost too hot to stand. Jennifer was breathing
rapidly in short gasps by the time the towel was removed and scented
shaving cream was applied to her body with a soft brush. The heat had
not only softened the hair, it had also sensitized her genital area so
that every tiny touch caused a wave of erotic sensation to flow from
the site.
Cole stood beside Jennifer and slowly ran his hands over her torso as
if she were a beloved pet. She found it very calming, which was
fortunate, considering what was next.
Monica produced a large shiny straight razor that would have
frightened a strong man and proceeded to carefully remove every last
one of Jennifer's pubic hairs, even a few that sprouted near her
little brown anus. Each tiny scrape of the razor felt like it was
going straight to the pleasure centers of her brain. The dual
sensations of fear and sexual arousal caused Jennifer to begin panting
and she stared straight up at the ceiling. It took all of her
willpower to hold still, but it was essential to avoid a nasty cut.
She focused on the comforting feeling of being owned that was produced
by Cole's talented hands gently stroking her breasts and stomach.
When Monica was finished, she announced, "That's it Sir, she's
completely bare now."
Cole explained to Jennifer what would happen next. "You did very well
little slave, we're going to test your sexual responses now. I'll be
noting everything for the final report that I'm preparing for Mr.
Toriuchi. Just relax and let yourself react in the most natural
possible manner."
He instructed Monica to perform cunnilingus on Jennifer's now
completely exposed cunt. Monica brought a chair up to the end of the
table so she could sit with her face in the perfect position between
Jennifer's helplessly spread legs that were still firmly attached to
the ceiling. Cole specified that all stimulation was to be external,
nothing inside the vagina without his approval.
Cole made notes on a clipboard and occasionally checked Jennifer's
feet to see if her circulation was adequate. It was hard to ignore
how pretty her shaved cunt looked, but he played the role of the
detached observer perfectly.
Jennifer felt a strangely erotic sensation, as if she had been reduced
to a simple sex object and was no longer a free woman who was
responsible for her own feelings and actions. At the same time, she
felt her inhibitions slipping away. Since she had given up control to
someone else, she was now free to fully experience sexual stimulation
and arousal.
After a few minutes of sensual explorations, Monica's talented tongue
found Jennifer's clitoris and began to stroke it ever so gently. She
stopped after a short time and used her fingers to massage and pinch
Jennifer's plump outer labia. Returning to the hard clit, Monica
again used the gentle little licks that brought her victim close to
coming.
Cole noticed Jennifer's fast breathing and dilated pupils. "Stop!" he
ordered. "Use the towel now Monica."
Monica suddenly placed a very cold wet towel on Jennifer's overheated
cunt. A sudden scream of shock and disappointment tore through the
room, then died away, as Jennifer's orgasm died before it could
blossom. Cole made some more notes on his clipboard then instructed
Monica to begin again.
The insistent tongue started with the inner labia and very, very
slowly worked its way back to Jennifer's unfairly treated clit.
Monica was having a great time tormenting her girlfriend. Having
Jennifer's pretty cunt all to herself was like a dream come true, but
her own orgasm was going to build soon and she wasn't sure how much
longer she could continue.
Cole stroked Jennifer's chest and gently pulled and pinched her
nipples, which brought a nice reaction from the aroused woman. He
made sure that she was looking his way before writing some more notes.
He spoke as if to himself, "Grade three nipple response, very nice."
After about ten minutes, she was again building up to an orgasm. Cole
let her get just a little bit closer than the last time before
ordering Monica to apply the cold towel and bring the process to an
icy halt. Jennifer screamed again, this time more in frustration than
shock.
The entire process was repeated a third time and Jennifer was begging
for release. She was totally into her role as the
slavegirl-in-training. "Please Sir, I have to come!" she cried.
Cole answered in a firm voice, "You insolent slut! You've been doing
well until now. Remember, you weren't supposed to speak. You'll have
to be punished before we can proceed."
He picked up a light rattan cane, then pulled Jennifer's shapely
little hips another inch farther down, so that her ass was hanging
completely off the padded table. "You'll receive six strokes for
disobedience. Don't let it happen again." The first stroke across
her stretched buttocks burned like a hot poker applied to her sensual
light brown skin. As he applied each stroke with equal force, she
felt the pain spread through her entire pelvic area, then it slowly
faded to a warm comforting sensation. She was a bit surprised to see
that the warmth was rekindling her arousal.
Cole noticed the increased wetness forming on her beautiful cuntlips.
With her legs held so far open, there was no way she could hide it.
"Now that we've taken care of that little business, you'll be happy to
know that your next test involves penetration by a man."
Jennifer immediately started breathing more deeply as she imagined
what it would feel like. Monica had told her that Howard was large,
but she remembered that she had been given no promise of sex. Perhaps
this would be another one of their frustrating tricks to test her
responses.
Cole removed his pants and ordered, "get me hard, Monica" He tried
not to think of her as his lover and friend, but as a slave and
Assistant Trainer. It did not take long to create a large erection.
Monica's oral talents were considerable and her extreme state of
arousal lent an added urgency to her efforts.
Jennifer was able to watch the process by turning her head and she was
certainly impressed. The Trainer's organ was of average length, but
considerably thicker than any of the men she had been with before.
She wondered if it would hurt. The thought made her shiver and
lubricate even more. Her cunt seemed to be throbbing in anticipation.
Monica tore open a foil packet and slid a condom onto her lover's
manhood. Her own cunt was dripping freely now as she thought about
what Jennifer was obviously feeling. Sharing this kind of erotic game
with a third person was proving to be very exciting and Monica hoped
it would go on a long time.
Cole stood at the end of the table between Jennifer's widely separated
legs. He allowed his stiff latex clad cock to lightly brush her
labia, then slowly forced it into her tight passage. It was hard to
tell if her natural lubrication would be enough. She was extremely
tight and Cole suspected that she hadn't had sex in a very long time.
Eventually, he did reach full penetration and started stroking slowly
in and out. Her swollen cunt lips seemed to grip his cock at the
farthest point of withdrawal and pull it back inside. He was careful
not to make contact with her clit. He didn't want her coming just
yet. His own orgasm was not far off, so after a minute or two of
enjoying the tight pressure, he withdrew from her greedy little cunt
mouth.
Jennifer cried out at the unfairness of it all. Cole ordered Monica
to stand between Jennifer's legs and bend forward so he could enter
her from behind. Stripping off the condom, he plunged into Monica's
well lubricated pussy. The stimulation of his naked cock was so good
as he thrust in and out with his muscular hips that he knew he could
only last a short time. Monica was bending forward with her mouth
close to Jennifer's breasts, so she began to lick and suck the already
highly aroused nipples that were so conveniently presented to her.
Cole reached around to squeeze Monica's lovely tits, which combined
with her already high level of arousal to trigger her climax causing
her to breath in short, hard puffs and thrust her ass back against
him. She was not even aware that she was biting and sucking
Jennifer's left breast.
As Jennifer moaned in agonizing frustration, Cole felt himself spurt
hot jism deep into his beloved Monica. He groaned and strained
against her for what seemed like an eternity. As the overwhelming
sensation faded, he collapsed forward and pinned Monica down with his
hard cock still inside her. For a moment, they ignored Jennifer while
they recovered from their intense orgasms.
Slowly straightening up, they moved away and sank to the floor in each
other's arms. Lying on a black quilt and a pile of pillows, they held
each other for a long time before they were ready to deal with
Jennifer again. It had been one of the hottest sexual experiences of
their entire relationship.
After a time, they released Jennifer from bondage on the table and
reminded her that she was still a slave-in-training until Noon
tomorrow. "Perhaps if you're a really good slave, we'll let you come
in the morning," Monica teased.
Although it was only nine o'clock, they decided to head for the master
bedroom and make an early night of it. They were all completely
naked, except that Cole still wore his black T-shirt. Before
stumbling into bed, Cole and Monica put another set of wrist and ankle
cuffs on Jennifer and ordered her to lie on the floor at the foot of
their bed. They connected the two ankle cuffs to each other, then
fastened the two wrist cuffs to a length of chain that was attached
solidly to the lower corner of the elaborate modern bed frame.
Jennifer was left bound and naked on the carpeted floor, feeling
somewhat sorry for herself. They covered her with a thick soft
blanket and climbed into the big bed. The snuggling went on for some
time, interspersed with giggling and wrestling. At one point Monica
said, "Maybe we should call her Kitten. She's such a cute little
pet."
Cole responded, "Kitten it is. Maybe the mysterious Mr. Toriuchi will
let us keep her. In the morning, lets make her come. If she's good,
that is."
Jennifer experienced an odd sensation. Instead of being angry or
frustrated, she felt as if she belonged. It was pleasantly warm under
the blanket and she drifted off to sleep feeling like someone truly
cared for her and understood her need to serve. It was impossible to
masturbate effectively without the use of her hands, so she decided to
simply go to sleep. The possibility of an orgasm in the morning kept
her aroused and she dreamed repeatedly of being taken by an assortment
of strong, dominant men.
Cole awakened first and got out of bed right away to head for the
bathroom and see to his morning preparations. A hot shower worked
wonders. When he was fully dressed, he woke Monica and waited until
he was sure she was fully awake before he went off to fix breakfast.
Monica waited a minute to collect her thoughts, then got out of bed
and went directly to the sleeping Jennifer. "Wake up Kitten. You
sexy little slave girl. You still belong to us for another four
hours. Get up and come into the shower with me."
Monica unfastened the restraints and Jennifer reached up for a hug.
They held each other for a minute, then Monica pulled her into the
bathroom. Both women got into the large shower stall and Monica
adjusted the water to a nice steaming temperature. She ordered
Jennifer to perform the servant's task of washing the Mistress.
Jennifer loved soaping and fondling Monica's breasts the most. They
seemed so large and sexy compared to her own. When Monica was clean,
she did the same for Jennifer, ordering her to assume various
humiliating positions and not allowing her to move when her sensitive
parts were pinched and spanked.
They were both terribly horny by the time they went into the kitchen
where Cole had prepared perfect blueberry pancakes. Monica was
wearing a red velvet robe and Jennifer was allowed only a pair of
skimpy black panties to hide her shaved pubis. Everyone noticed that
Jennifer's nipples were hard in spite of the warm air in the house.
Jennifer was ordered to sit at the table and her hands were restrained
behind the chair. Cole and Monica took turns feeding her from their
plates as if she were their special pet. Occasionally, when the urge
struck, they would stroke her hair or breasts.
After a satisfying breakfast, Monica and Cole retired to the living
room while Jennifer silently took care of the breakfast dishes. She
didn't mind a bit. In fact, she relished the chance to serve in a
useful way instead of simply soaking up erotic energy from her
dominant playmates. When she was finished, she joined them in the
living room, sitting down on the floor like a well mannered puppy.
Cole told Jennifer to kneel on the floor in front of him and he
massaged the back of her neck rather forcefully with his right hand
and reached around with his left to caress her breasts. This had the
effect of intensifying her submissive feelings and in a few minutes,
she was ready to do whatever he asked of her. From the corner of his
eye, he noticed that Monica had slipped her hand inside her robe and
was apparently stroking herself surreptitiously.
"Time to take our little pet into the dungeon. I think I know what she
needs," he said with a knowing smile. This was not a moment too soon
for either of the women who were both feeling almost irritable from
their intense sexual need.
Cole placed a narrow leather collar on Jennifer's small sensuous neck,
then attached a leather leash and led her down to the dungeon with
Monica following. He turned on the spotlights that illuminated the
center part of the room and guided Jennifer under the lights.
Unsnapping the leash from her collar, he moved back to look at her and
plan his next move.
"Place your hands on the back of your neck, keep your chin up and your
eyes down," he ordered. He studied her form, taking in the beautiful
long hair and the delicate jawline which was nicely set off by the
black collar. The strong lights accented her exotic features and
petite, but nicely rounded figure. Monica moved against him and he
could hear that she was already breathing a bit harder than she should
be as she also studied their sexy friend.
Jennifer felt like she was in a dream. She hadn't spoken a word since
the night before. The delicious torment of being stimulated, then
forbidden to climax left her in an almost impenetrable mental haze.
All her submissive fantasies seemed to lead up to this moment.
Standing before her dominant friends in a collar and black panties
seemed the most natural thing in the world. Her posture invited them
to use her in any way that they wished.
"Monica, go kneel in front of our little pet and pull down her panties
very slowly."
Jennifer shivered when she heard the order. She was already looking
down, past her own swollen nipples. She saw Monica take her assigned
station before her and reach up to stroke the lovely dark skin above
the black panties. Jennifer struggled to keep her hands on her neck
as she felt the delicate fingers hook into the waistband and start the
panties inexorably on their way down. She closed her eyes as the
panties descended past her bare pubis and small, shapely bottom.
Cole noticed that both women had their mouths open and their eyes
closed. He simply waited and enjoyed the show as Monica slid the
panties down ever so slowly. When the panties reached the floor.
Monica said, "step out of them Kitten." Then she placed a soft kiss
just above Jennifer's throbbing clitoris.
He spoke in a deep, official sounding voice, "OK ladies, it's time for
our little slave-girl-in-training to undergo the final test. We need
to determine how many orgasms she is capable of having. She needs to
be blindfolded please, Monica. Then bring her over to the sling."
Jennifer could see the black leather sling attached to the ceiling in
one corner of the room. The thought of being suspended there
helplessly while she was used made the slick moisture gather on her
delicate cuntlips which had been tingling insistently for hours. When
the padded black leather blindfold was held in place by its elastic
band, she was no longer sure who was touching her. Someone helped her
onto the leather sling and lifted her legs so that leather cuffs could
be placed around her ankles to keep her legs inalterably raised and
spread as widely as possible.
Cole placed a pair of leather cuffs on her wrists, then tenderly
maneuvered her arms behind her back beneath the sling. When the cuffs
were clipped together and attached to the underside of the sling for
support, Jennifer had lost all freedom of movement. Her shaved
pudenda was displayed in an obscenely open fashion. Anyone could see
that her damp, quivering vagina was begging for penetration and
release.
At a nearby table, Monica was preparing the instruments of torture, or
perhaps pleasure. Her own latex gloved hands were trembling slightly
with arousal, but she completed her task swiftly. She brought a chair
up to the sling, sat down and kissed Jennifer's cunt as if to say
hello. Then taking a small quantity of jelly-like lubricant, she
delicately began a circular massage of Jennifer's tight brown anus.
Cole massaged Jennifer's breasts and stroked her firm belly with his
fingertips as he watched the intimate proceedings below. Jennifer was
trembling and jerking slightly from the stimulation. If she had been
capable of rational thought at this point, she would have felt a
lubricated finger enter her virgin ass to prepare it for further
invasion.
After taking a long time with the lubrication, Monica guided a thin
white vibrator with a small T-handle slowly into Jennifer's bottom
hole. A wire led to a battery box on the floor. Then she stood up
and strapped on a double dildo that she had recently purchased. The
two identical pink cocks were made of realistically stiff silicone.
With one thick plastic cock lodged inside her and her hands shaking
from the wanton lust, it was all she could do to unroll a condom on
the artificial phallus that now protruded from her crotch at a
realistic masculine angle. Monica felt her vaginal muscles beginning
to squeeze the dildo in a rhythmic pattern. She had to take a deep
breath and calm herself before turning her attention to Jennifer.
Squatting before the helpless victim, Monica began to lick and nibble
at Jennifer's extremely sensitive labia. There was no shortage of
natural lubrication. In fact, it was starting to flow everywhere.
Cole moved to avoid a potential safety hazard by placing a thick towel
on the hardwood floor below the sling.
Within a few minutes the normally shy and reserved Jennifer was
screaming to be fucked. So much for her slave training, Cole thought
with a big grin. He noticed that Monica was not making contact with
Jennifer's clitoris and Jennifer was desperately trying to thrust her
hips forward to find the stimulation she craved. Eventually, Monica
gave in and thrust the big dildo slowly into Jennifer's wide open
cunt. Reaching out with her foot, Monica pressed the switch that
activated the anal vibrator.
Jennifer started coming immediately, with loud grunts and fierce
muscular contractions that involved her entire body. Cole tried to
count the orgasms, but it was a hopeless cause. Monica was able to
keep thrusting the dildo into her little friend as she came herself in
a long series of satisfying climaxes. When she could no longer stand
up on her own, she reached up to grasp the two chains that supported
the end of the sling and hung there, totally spent. Without the
vigorous thrusting of the thick dildo, Jennifer's amazing convulsive
performance started to diminish.
At that moment, Cole slipped a large bullet shaped vibrator from his
pocket, switched it on and applied it directly to Jennifer's swollen,
but until now ignored, clitoris. Gasping for breath, she started
climaxing again, almost shaking Monica loose from where she was
hanging onto the chains. The double dildo she shared with Jennifer
held her up by her cunt. Now Monica was on the receiving end of the
powerful phallic thrusts and she was forced into another orgasm
herself.
Eventually, they managed to separate themselves and Cole unfastened
Jennifer while Monica lay face down on the floor, barely breathing.
He lifted Jennifer's light body and carried her over to the futon bed
where he covered her with a blanket. He managed to slide a pillow
under Monica's head and cover her with a quilt before slipping out of
the room.
It was over two hours before the women staggered upstairs, wrapped in
robes, to find Cole typing intently at his computer. He looked up
grinning from ear to ear, "Scene's over ladies. Everyone's back in
normal headspace I hope. Any ill effects?"
They were obviously in good condition, because they proceeded to hug
and kiss him without mercy. "Howard! How do you manage to do that to
us?" Monica exclaimed.
"I don't think I'll need sex for a month," observed Jennifer. Then
she added with a shy smile, "Can we do this again?"
"Sure, Kitten," Cole said. "You're our little pet now. I'm sure we
can arrange something when everyone is in the mood again."
The two women went off to the living room to chat about their
experience and what they wanted to do next time. Jennifer admitted
her feeling of envy that Monica had found the perfect dominant man for
herself. She knew that she would never be that lucky. At noon, they
all got into the Mercedes and took Jennifer home. She stood on the
sidewalk for a long time, waving as they disappeared into the heart of
Seattle.
