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Act II
Orientation
Chapter 15
(tess)
*CLANG* … and we both jumped! The door swung wide as the red-headed clerk from the mall store entered. Her outfit heightened her air of confidence. Low, black heeled shiny boots traveled up her calves and gave way to a tight pair of black, skin-tight latex pants. A tight, firmly supporting, deep crimson corset flared out from her hips and rose to cup and lift her small breasts to a generous display. The pale, creamy white skin of her arms, chest, and neck framed a beautiful contrast. A simple, black collar with a ring in front and back held tight to her neck. My eyes narrowed to venomous slits.
“Welcome to our little underground world! I am Mistress Brigitte.” the girl sang out light and happy. “I trust your stay so far as been most pleasant. We do aim for the utmost in customer service and pleasure here, and as such, if you find anything not to your liking please feel free to shut the fuck up!” She laughed a jingling of bells as her pigtails danced behind her. I stayed quiet, as did Drew. He had to be exhausted after whatever they had done to him.
“Our next order of business is Orientation. Please follow me.” And with the last command, she turned on heels and walked out. I looked at Drew concerned. His dark brown eyes gazed down at me; they seemed to be dancing in the light. He took a deep breath, then turning his head, with an arm behind my back holding tight he walked us to the door and out.
I wasn’t prepared for the sight. Cavernous, is the only word that came to mind. We were in a large, underground area. Stalactites, earth’s underground cave icicles, loomed overhead. Electric lights had been placed all over up there so that the chamber was lit in the permanent gray of dusk. The floor under us was natural rock, and cold. They had placed thick padded lanes of carpet down the main walkways, and since we were both naked, the carpet felt much warmer than the cold stone of the earth. Naked! My previous ideas of not being ashamed by being naked put to the question.
We were entering this huge chamber with nothing on! I clung to Drew’s side, losing my composure, trying to shield myself from any watching eyes and… *Smack!* my ass burned and a squeal escaped my lips. I looked up at Drew confused and worried, why here, of all places, had he spanked me??
He was looking down at me, his eyes traveled down from where I was pressed against his side, back up to my eyes, and strangely enough, as he arched his eyebrow, I knew what he meant. I slowly eased away from his side, though his arm never left me. I tried my best to straighten my posture. I am a goddess, and I’m not ashamed. His words played from the past in my mind as we walked behind that little slut in latex. My nipples hurt something fierce from the piercings still. The pain was a finger against the pulse of my attention. Distracting at times, and at others I didn’t feel it.
We walked in silence for a minute following a dimly lit wall around the chamber. Up ahead I could make out several people and my confidence began to wither away. Drew’s hand, cupped around my side seemed to squeeze a little tighter, reassuring. Inside I was terrified. My mind was screaming danger! I struggled hard fighting down the poisonous thoughts. It was ok, Drew was here, and he had ‘allowed this.’
As we neared the small gathering of people, shapes became bodies, and bodies became people clothed in a wide assortment. Three men and two women stood mostly in latex or leather, their conversation trimmed to a whisper as their eyes tracked us both in the dusk. It seemed I could barely make out smiles on their faces. Comforting smiles or predatory, I couldn’t tell. But they… felt… kind.
My heart raced faster as I knew they were staring at me and I felt my cheeks flush with color. Was I getting wet? What the fuck? Yup. The familiar feelings returned as I felt my pussy moisten. This is ridiculous! Why is this turning me on??? I fought against the feelings, willing my pussy to dry up and rot away, untouchable, but it didn’t help. And that made me blush all the more. Little slut is getting horny at this?! God you’re such a fucking filthy whore. Drew’s hand patted against my side as we passed, that little approving pat. What did he approve of? Did he somehow know this was turning me on?
Luckily he was on the side closest to the strangers, so I felt a little safer, but my cheeks burned bright red after we passed and I could feel their eyes on my ass! Fear, vulnerability, shame, rage, anxiety, and feelings a whole convention room of psychiatrists couldn’t even name raced thru me. God damn I was wet and my nipples hurt! Quit it! Turn off! Escape! … But this is interesting… I want to stay.
We walked down gentle slopes and up small inclines past a number of doors set in the stone of the chamber wall. Finally, the girl stopped in front of a door simply marked, “101” and turned to us. “Ok, sluts. Inside.” She opened the door with a keycard and a giggle as light spilled thru the frame. Drew walked us inside and my eyes squinted away the light. The door closed firmly behind us with an audible click after it was shut. It reminded me of hospital doors with magnetic locks.
The room was maybe twice the size of my cell, and lacked decoration. A woman stood near a small table with a small, light-weight chest on top. As we entered, she spoke.
“Welcome to our facility. Stand in front of me now.” I held on to Drew as we walked closer. My eyes began adjusting to the new light and I took her in. She wasn’t exactly ‘pretty’ by most standards, but there was a fierce beauty about her. She had striking features, sharp cool hazel eyes and a small nose. Clad much like the clerk bitch in boots, latex and corset, though she lacked a collar, she had an aura of dominance that seemed to blanket the room.
“My name is Mistress Alana. You will refer to me as Mistress or Mistress Alana. You will be respectful at all times. You will do exactly as I say at all times or you will be punished. You will not think about escaping as you could see when you walked here; we’re underground, with only one well-guarded exit. From now on…” as she spoke the door behind us clicked open and we all turned. I gasped and squealed, clutching Drew tight as the man that had done my horrible “inspection” appeared. He seemed different though, almost sad. Looking to no one in particular, his eyes on the floor, he said simply, “I’m sorry Sir, thank you for the opportunity and take care. I’m sure we’ll be in touch.” Then he turned and started walking out as Mistress Alana spoke up awkwardly, yet firm. “…You’re dismissed ... pet…”
As the door closed and clicked shut we turned back around to Mistress Alana. I could feel Drew take a deep breath and let it out slowly, his eyes resting on Alana. As I looked back at her, she spoke up again, eyes sharply examining both of us. “Referring to me as Sir is extremely disrespectful and will get you punished severely. Now, while you are here …as in while we’ve got you captive here, there is a strict hierarchy.” She looked at me; her eyes seemed to slide right through mine into my head. “You are the lowest of the low. Keep your eyes down at all times, do not look other Dominants in the eye, you are below them. You will not speak unless you are spoken to, unless you ask your Master or Mistress for permission first. If they do not grant it, you do not speak.” My eyes dropped to the floor as she spoke. And as my eyes dropped, my breasts came into view and my face flushed again as I remembered I was standing here naked in front of this strange woman. I almost… liked her… in a very confusing way. She reminded me a bit, in demeanor, of Drew. And as I was looking down I had to fight a smile as I realized Drew was also naked. I could see his cock hanging free. My mind jumped to thinking about the things he had done with that cock. How he had used it to make me feel so… *CRACK* intense pain shot thru my ass-cheek and I jumped, screaming “Owwww!”
“Just because your eyes are down, slut, does not mean you can stop paying attention.” She spoke in an even tone with no hint of malice. “Your mind and your eyes seem to be linked and as one wanders, so does the other. We’ll work on that in the coming days. Even though your eyes are down, you should be paying attention to your Dominant at all times. I have several other submissive sluts to attend to so while I am not present,” I tried so hard not to rub my ass, it stung so badly. When had she come around from behind the table? And where had that whip come from? Why did it seem like… *CRACK!* the pain shot from the incredibly sensitive area around the side of my lower back and I squealed, “Eeeeeeeehh!!”
“What did I just say, slut?”
Clutching furiously at my side, my mind raced, “Um... eeeh... you were saying... while you’re not present… Mistress… uhhh…”
Her whip cracked again on the back of my thigh and I screamed, “EEEAaaaaawww”, my hand shot to my thigh rubbing hard.
“Slut, we have not yet come to this rule, but you will stop rubbing right now. Now.”
I quit rubbing and slowly pulled my hands away from the areas. They both burned red hot.
“Now, slut, when you are punished, you will keep your composure, at least enough to not rub at the pain, you may scream all you want. But the reaction of rubbing an area that was just punished, well, that’s something that the undisciplined wanna-be’s do. You will always say ‘Thank you Mistress’ after any punishment. You will not rub the area. You will keep your hands wherever your Dominant has told you to place them. You lack discipline and resolve. My name is also not ‘Mistress uhhh’ slut. A submissive’s words should be well selected and few, so you must learn not to waste those you’re given. ‘Um’s’ and ‘uhh’s’ are not meaningful words. If you feel like you can waste your words, you do not value their importance. If you do not value their importance, why should anyone else? I think we’ll keep you gagged so you cannot speak. Then maybe if you’re an intelligent slut, you’ll learn what a privilege it is to speak at all.”
My heart dropped. She couldn’t be serious! I felt my face flush, but not from embarrassment. It made me angry. It… I tried to quiet my mind.
“Very good… calm that storm slut.” She cooed. I raged again, how could she know? Goddamnit both her and Drew seemed to always know what I was thinking! Fuck!! And then Drew’s hand rested on my shoulder in his condescending calming manner. Ahhh!! I took a deep breath. Inhaling deeply through my mouth, she spoke again, almost in a stutter, “M... Dr.. N…Novice, you have your work cut out for you. Your place here is to … learn… as well.” My eyes darted up enough to see she was smiling in a weird way. “You are a representative of mine. You will report to me as she will report to you, and also me. You know, Novice, I’m really, really going to enjoy this situation we find ourselves in.” I felt heat radiate from Drew. I guessed he was probably blushing or angry or something. She continued, “If she does not learn, it is on your head, and my whip will find your sweet, sweet ass a willing target. Remember little Novice, remember…” She was circling behind us and I felt her draw close and her fingers slid over his ass as she passed behind. I heard him inhale slow and deep. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock stir gently. Oh how embarrassing for him! At least my wetness couldn’t really be seen easily. But, wow, his cock was growing! He was getting turned on by this!
The stinging in my ass and side had subsided to dull embers as she continued her circle, walking slowly in front of me. I felt like she was looking at my hurting nipples. She growled softly for some reason, and quickly walked over to the chest. Pulling her hands out, she held a small kit, setting it with care on the table. She walked over to a corner of the room and, using her body almost as a shield, she did something and a door opened in the wall! She opened the door and wheeled out a large cart with a hose running up the side of the cart underneath, and the other end running off somewhere into the closet. Wheeling the cart to the table, she spoke suddenly, “Slut, front and center, now.” I quickly complied hopping up to the table, looking down at the kit. She opened it and to my relief it seemed to contain some general first-aid type items.
“Your nipples were pierced yesterday. And they have been improperly cared for. We need to take care of them now before they become infected. Your health is of upmost importance to us, slut. Keep your hands clasped behind your back slut, and do not unclasp them, no matter what. And pay attention to everything I tell you. N…Novice, stand to the side of the table so you can see what I am doing.”
I clasped my hands behind my back and arched it as best I could to push my chest out, out as Drew had taught me, while looking down. But my eyes flickered up briefly and it seemed she was looking at my actions almost surprised, and then quickly let it fade as if it was of no importance. I felt like Drew was beaming a proud smile at me, and wanting him to continue being proud of me, I kept my eyes down as instructed. It was so hard for me not to look at him! I loved when he was proud of me and wanted to see the smile, but I told myself over and over that I didn’t need to see it, because I knew it. It was a denial of sorts.
And a light clicked on in my mind. Things started making sense in my mind. I couldn’t yet think of what exactly made sense. But I felt like I was on the verge of a cliff of discovery. I breathed deep, and oddly enough, even though we were in this strange fucking weird underground place, I found a calm that I had only been able to find by escaping.
The cart she wheeled over contained a small sink with running water. She turned it on and washed her hands for a bit. Anxiety wisped black smoke into the clear calm. Mentally I kept trying to imagine my breathing in and out was clearing away that smoke.
Drew spoke? “Tessie, you’re breathing through your mouth. Close it before Mistress Alana finds something to cover it with.” He said in his old familiar, snarky manner. “Breathe in and out through your nose.” I closed my mouth.
Mistress Alana added, “It allows you to get more oxygen with each breath, and also helps you slow things down on the inside, slut.” She finished washing and drying her hands, and then soaped them up again. I closed my eyes tight as her hands neared. “Slut, don’t tense up. Focus on relaxing your body and breathing slow and deep.” I tried to relax my face, but my hands, clasped behind my back, squeezed tightly. “Eyes open. You need to watch what we’re doing. Do not miss it.” She said almost lovingly. I opened my eyes and relaxed a little more. Her hands both drew close and gently cupped my left breast, cupping and lathering the sore area around my nipple with her fingers. The pain came back to my attention and almost as if she knew, her hands slowed and became softer, yet still went about their business of cleaning.
Fire shot from my nipple to my core as she took the barbell in her fingers gently. I wanted to scream! My mouth dropped open and I stared up at the ceiling as Drew calmly and quietly instructed again, “Breathe. Focus. Breathe.”
My teeth clenched tight and my hands clawed at each other behind my back as I tried my best to focus on breathing. I closed my eyes and tried my best to do what he said. She was holding onto the barbell and ahhhh, it seemed like she was moving it a little back and forth as she cleaned. Focus! Breathing!! Tears welled up in my eyes from the intense, sharp pain.
After what seemed like a long time, she finished cleaning the area and I felt cool water cascade down my breast as she washed off the soap into another bowl she held right below my breast. The cold water did nothing to help my concentration as I squealed when it touched my skin. She then proceeded to clean the other nipple the same. Ohh they hurt so badly! But soon enough, she was washing off the other breast and patting them dry. My nipples were on fire, but strangely felt a little better.
My eyes were closed but not tightly. My face felt wet from the tears. I was calming down and had stopped crying when she spoke, “Hold still slut. Do not move.” My eyes snapped open as she was looking gently into mine. I sniffled a little, unsure of what to do. I was staring right at her, but I hadn’t meant to! I just opened my eyes!! Oh god, I had just broken a rule she just set?! There was too much to remember!! Ahhhh!
I flinched slightly as she brought her hands slowly up to my face. She took both of my cheeks in her palms, as her thumbs gently worked from the inside corners of my eyelids, wiping away the tears. She had a very caring look and feel about her. A lot like Drew had come to do recently, but …different. It was like two sides of the same coin.
“I want you to know my little slut, that you are cared for. Do not mistake this kindness, for weakness, though.” Drew’s words again? Why did everything here feel like him? “You have a lot of training coming ahead, but your health is a top concern, do you understand? While you are a prisoner here, and you are a submissive, in matters concerning your actual health, you must speak up. Understand?” I stared into her eyes, breathing deep, trying to calm myself. Her hands slid from my cheeks, past my ears, around behind my head, massaging thru my hair to the base of my head. “Even though you’re captive here, use this time to learn, slut.” The kindness was too much; too incongruous. I heard something strange inside my head, sounds. I thought I heard Drew add something about this being a healing place? Why couldn’t I hear very well? I thought I felt her fingers pressing behind my head. What was that sound…? Mistress spoke again like she was all around, booming and fading, “Slut, there are some more steps …” something was snapping. “…to make… …nipples heal... …will make sure …Novice knows what to do...”
It snapped. I felt it. I was a train wreck inside. I heard it. All the changes from being kidnapped and learning Drew, to being kidnapped again and that asshole hobo-shit worthless guy from yesterday… all those worthless guys from long ago… to now this woman, controlled and now kind… to Drew, firm and warm and loving. The extremes were too much! The past, pre-Drew, rushed back from some locked away chest in my head. It was here, now, playing on the screen behind my eyes. Everything.
I didn’t know what to think and my mind was a hurricane. The past! As I was looking into her eyes, something surged inside. The spinning started. I zoned out, lost in her eyes, the pain from my nipples, the inner explosion… the day… …her face… and the room slipped sideways in a slow soft spin, it was too much.
I felt like I was falling, inside the spinning, seduced further by fingers. But in a dream. A strange dream. I thought I heard Mistress Alana’s voice say, “...rew we need to get her some res...” Was I underwater? I heard him say, “...’ve got her, let’s take her up...” Everything was muffled. My eyes were working, my mind was working, but they didn’t seem connected. Movement was obsolete. The water was warm though. I felt it all around me. I don’t have to move here in the water. It warmed me. The world was shimmering in a resilient way I had never seen before. A smile kissed its way from my core to my lips as I felt my head lean back into something warm and firm, I heard the sounds of breathing. I was being carried. It didn’t matter where. The water… was warm…
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