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By C. A. Taylor
6 Initiation
Around midnight William awoke to the sting of smelling salts in his nostrils. As his senses cleared, he discovered he was once again tied down. This time he was on all fours, with something soft supporting his torso. Looking up, he found himself reflected in the mirrored wall of the exercise area. He was strapped to a bench of chrome and yellow vinyl that was part of the universal gym set in that corner. The bench was about eighteen inches wide and maybe two and a half feet long. Heavy leather cuffs tied his wrists to the forward legs of the bench. His knees were forced outside of the rear bench legs, and held in place by leather straps secured just above them.
At his side, the Mistress stood. No longer completely naked, she now wore her thigh-high black boots and a leather harness around her hips and thighs that currently sported a narrow, seven-inch long dildo. The dildo was banana yellow, with a pointed serpent’s head, and curved upward away from her pelvis.
As she knelt down behind William, horrified comprehension crashed in on him. “No!” William roared. “Oh, God, please, no!” Thrashing and bucking, his muscles strained as he tried to break his bonds and free himself. Neither the leather nor the bench gave an inch. “Please, Mistress, no! I can’t. You can’t. Please don’t do this to me. I beg of you, please, no.” William whipped his sinewed body about in frenzy, seeking escape.
Ignoring him, Mistress Grace calmly applied lubricant evenly and methodically to the dildo, running her hand up and down its length several times. Satisfied with the results, she leaned forward and tangled her hand in William’s tousled hair, grasping and pulling his head up and back, exposing the strong column of his neck.
With her right hand, she sensuously trailed the back of her knife blade down his throat. William’s struggles ceased immediately, his eyes widening in fear.
“Be still, William,” she murmured. “I don’t want to hurt you when I enter you.”
William cut off a whimper deep in his throat, and swallowed. “Please, Mistress,” he begged. “I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t do this.” Alternately pleading and jerking at his bonds, he was panicking. Fear warred with anger, the adrenaline surging, but with no ready outlet.
Shaking her head, the Mistress moved her blade until the point was resting just under his jaw, and locked eyes with him in the mirror, arctic pale meeting aquamarine. She reached under the slave collar and gently massaged his corded neck. “Hush, William,” she crooned. “You still don’t understand. I can do anything I want with you. That is what this collar signifies. Your submission and obedience belong to me. Your body belongs to me. And I want you to know what it feels like. What I felt like when you took me. This is going to happen. I am going to take you, use you, rape you. Just as you did to me. Now, stay still. I don’t want to injure you.”
Shaking his head in violent denial, William hotly began, “I didn’t—”.
“Shh, William,” the Mistress cut him off. “You did. You overpowered me by force, held me down, and took me. Without my consent, without my permission, you used me for your own sexual needs, with no consideration for me. You raped me.”
William’s face flushed a dull red as fear and shame, anger and humiliation, roiled within him. Holding still required an enormous effort, but he managed it, trembling from head to toe as he absorbed the implications of her accusation. She gauged the anguished look on his face, and decided not to draw this out any more than necessary.
Repositioning herself behind him, she removed the knife from his throat and began massaging his butt cheeks. There was an even sheen of sweat on William, as he trembled, breath rapid and shallow. Pouring some of the lube over his tailbone, she rubbed it around with her finger, then slid it into the crack in his ass and worked her way down to his tight orifice. Pressing and circling the pink tissue, she locked eyes with William, silently demanding his submission.
Removing her finger, she moved into place, and grasped both of William’s hipbones, holding him steady as she guided the dildo to him. Gently pressing forward, she inserted just the head of the dildo into William’s ass. He cried out in an agony that was more spiritual than physical, and she withdrew, only to broach him again, barely sliding the tip of the dildo into him. Rocking back and forth, she continued her gentle invasion.
To William, the violation was devastating. His breath ragged, his chest heaving, racking sobs that he could not control were ripped from his throat. The utter helplessness of his situation was more than he could bear. Again and again she pierced him, slowly opening him up to her attentions.
William slowly unclenched his muscles, finding that reduced the discomfort of her assault. Following her orders, he took a deep breath and released it. As he did so, she drove the dildo farther into him, increasing the pendulum swing of her hips, as she pumped in and out. He cried out in pain as his entire body quaked with his ragged breaths. Defeated, his resistance faded and he went limp beneath her surging hips.
As he surrendered to her, the Mistress increased the pressure of her assault, forcing the dildo farther into him. Soon she had it buried to the hilt, and began rocking back and forth, allowing him to become accustomed to its size.
Using slow, measured strokes, she moved within him, pressing her thighs against his buttocks, her breasts against his back. As she changed angles slightly and increased the speed of her penetration, William discovered his prostate for the first time. Though the sensation was somewhat odd, it set up a tingling in the base of his balls, increasing the pressure building toward an unexpected orgasm.
Hearing his gasp, the Mistress reached forward and grasped his cock, pumping it in time with her hips. Her breath was now coming fast as she moaned in her throat. The repeated pounding of her pelvis against William had brought her to the brink of climax. As she drove William forward onto her questing hand, he suddenly let out a roar and came.
The power of her complete ownership of him thrilled her, and the thought of his submission was all it took for her own orgasm to rip through her.
Both sweaty and panting, they rested for a moment, still joined together. Then she gently pulled out of him and unstrapped the harness. Discarding it, she quickly released William’s legs, then his wrists. Drawing him to her, she held him in her arms, and they both sprawled, half-sitting on the floor.
It took many minutes for William to quit trembling and his breathing to return to normal. Grace patiently waited, holding him, stroking his back, his shoulders, his neck. Eventually he turned his face to her, pain and self-loathing deep in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I had no idea. It wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know that, William,” she replied gently, stroking his cheek. He lowered his head to her shoulder, needing her comfort, unsure what to say or do next.
Grace allowed William to cuddle in her embrace, accepting her comfort, until a shiver ran through his body. At that, she urged him to his feet and led him through what he thought was a back door to the cabin.
Instead, it opened on the largest, most well appointed bathing room William had ever seen. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all tiled in cream, tan, and green. There was one wall of lockers with padded benches in front of them. Around the corner were sinks and toilets. A large open shower with six multiple-spray heads occupied one corner. A hot tub and sauna filled another wall, and a deep soaking pool with built-in seating took up the center of the room. Shelves of towels, robes, toiletries, and more were scattered throughout the facility. Floor to ceiling mirrors lined one wall, making the huge area seem even larger.
Leading him over to the shower, Grace stripped off her boots, placed him under the hot sprays and gently washed him. Wrapping him in a large, fluffy towel, she slowly dried him, enjoying the feel of his body. Then, returning to the main room, she tucked him up in the large bed, and watched him drift immediately off to sleep.
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William slowly awoke to realize he was warm, and had his arms wrapped around a cuddlesome bundle. He next realized he was stiff and sore, and had symptoms of an impending hangover. Memories of the previous night finally surfaced, and William stiffened. Shame and self-loathing poured through him as he remembered driving into Grace in his frenzied need for relief.
He realized he was holding her in his arms, and had no idea what he should do. Fortunately, she sighed, stretched, and rolled over to face him.
“Good morning, William,” she greeted him.
“Good morning, Mistress,” he replied warily.
“Please get up and get breakfast,” she ordered. “Start with coffee, and I’ll show you the rest in a minute.”
Relieved to have some direction, William headed to the galley kitchen while the Mistress headed for the luxury spa. Following breakfast, William discovered there was more than sex to being a sex slave. Though somewhat recovered after several hours’ sleep, he spent the rest of the day working hard. The Mistress kept him busy performing chores, learning commands and positions, and cleaning everything. She also kept him hot, hard, and unsatisfied. No amount of effort seemed to please her. Every task he performed received censure. Tasks performed flawlessly were criticized for how long they took.
Sunday was more of the same.
William’s frustration, both mental and physical, continued to build. By Sunday afternoon, he was ready to blow. Working at his latest chore, polishing the wooden bed frame, he finally threw down the cloth in disgust.
“What’s the point?” he asked. Completely exasperated, he stood, turned and glared at the Mistress. “What is the point of all this?” he demanded. “What does this have to do with being a sex slave?”
Mistress Grace tapped her black stiletto heel, crossed her arms in front of her chest and considered William carefully. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt, white silk blouse and black leather vest. Her silk stockings rustled as she moved to stand in front of him. Grasping the back of his neck, she commanded him to kneel.
William submitted to the pressure on his neck, but the recalcitrant look never left his face.
“William, the point of these exercises is to teach you the meaning of that collar. It means I can use you for anything I choose, not just as a bed warmer. Submitting to someone else’s will means doing what you are told, even when you don’t understand the reason for it. It also teaches you that your pleasure is not paramount here. Mine is.
Pausing, she added, “However, if you are so anxious to be used as a sex slave, I think I can arrange that.”
With that, she ordered William up onto the bed, and instructed him to lie face down and spread his limbs. She secured him to the restraints leaving some slack or ‘room to writhe’ as she described it. The customary blindfold followed, and then she ordered him to open his mouth.
Expecting the ball gag, William was appalled when he felt the long rubber penis forced into his mouth. He reared up, trying to pull back from it, but the straps were already lodged behind his ears, and he was unable to shake or push it out. The Mistress, straddling his waist, had no difficulty fastening the straps in place.
The rubber tip rested securely against his soft palate, not quite triggering a gag reflex, but uncomfortably close to it. William started salivating and swallowing reflexively, and his breathing quickened. He repeatedly shook and tossed his head, then tried biting down, but nothing altered the location of the gag.
At this point, William started to wonder if he had made a mistake. Finding himself for the first time bound, gagged and blindfolded, the full extent of his helplessness was borne in on him. She could do literally anything to him, and he was powerless to prevent it.
Returning to the cabinet that housed her toys, Grace selected the same flogger she had previously used on William, and brought it over to the bed. Dangling it above his spine, she allowed the tips to brush up and down his exposed body. Goose flesh broke out across his arms and legs, and the small hairs on the nape of his neck stirred.
“William,” the Mistress asked, “can you imagine what I will do to you if you come without my permission?”
William tensed and shook his head vigorously.
“Well,” she replied, “why don’t you think about it while I work on you?”
She smoothed her hand up from his flank across his back and up to the nape of his neck, then she directed him to lower his face into the bedding to protect it. Next, she ordered him to lift his hips, while she adjusted him so his cock and balls were out of harm’s way and resting comfortably against his abdomen.
Preparations completed, she swung the leather tails of her whip up in a circle and brought them stingingly down across William’s enticingly bare bottom. Thus began a process that would last more than forty-five minutes, and leave William with deeply reddened skin from his thighs to his shoulders. During those minutes, he learned intimately about ‘writhing room’, repeatedly stretching and twisting trying to evade the vicious licks of her whip. The Mistress also explained that he was not being punished for any wrongdoing. She was beating him for her own pleasure. She enjoyed watching him writhe.
Much to his chagrin, William also learned that being whipped could be an intensely erotic experience. As he squirmed under her lash, his hard cock throbbed with excitement. Rubbing against the sheets, he moved steadily closer to his climax. Unable to signal the Mistress, or advise her of his plight, William concentrated on holding still for her blows. As if she knew what he was doing, the Mistress concentrated several very sharp blows on his backside, forcing him to move. With one last shudder, he finally surrendered to his body’s needs, climaxing even as another blow landed on his abused flesh.
Behind his back, Mistress Grace smiled. William had shown he could be handled more roughly than she had suspected this early in the game, and she decided it was time to raise the stakes. Retrieving another toy from her cabinet, she ordered William to his knees. Still attached to the restraints, William’s head and shoulders were pressed into the bedding as he raised his hips. Grasping his sensitive sac in one hand to hold him still, Grace slowly inserted a narrow, lubed butt plug into William. Only three inches long and barely an inch in diameter, it was a gentle toy meant for beginners.
William flinched anyway, but settled down when no further manipulation occurred.
“Lie down,” the Mistress commanded.
William gingerly lowered himself to the bed, his buttocks clenched tightly around the flange of the dildo. The Mistress released the cords holding his restraints to the bed and ordered William to turn onto his very tender backside. Once again tying him spread-eagled on the bed, she removed his blindfold and looked into his eyes. His face was flushed and his pupils were dilated, indicating the state of his arousal. Running her hands lightly over his body, she watched as his muscles jerked from the stimulation. Satisfied, she applied a condom to his fresh erection and straddled him.
Hiking up her skirt, she lowered herself onto him and began rocking her pelvis against his hips. As he tightened his buttocks to thrust against her, the dildo rocked inside him. Startled, he froze in mid-motion. The Mistress sharply pinched his nipples, and ordered him to continue. He obeyed, and discovered the diabolical nature of her torture. Every time he raised his hips to meet her, the dildo rocked inside him, causing sensations that twisted his gut. However, every time he ceased to move, she again pinched his sensitive nipples, until he was seesawed back and forth between the sensations in his cock, his nipples, and his ass. The sensations quickly overwhelmed him, leaving him trembling, breathless, and hotter than he could ever remember being.
As the pace quickened and their passion flared, William was hyperaware of his body and every sensation registered by his nerves. Small, whimpering noises escaped from behind his gag at the intensity of the experience. Soon the Mistress slowed the pace, deliberately drawing out the ordeal. Only when William was thrashing against the restraints, head tossing from side to side, and his chest heaving like a bellows did she yield and allowed the pace to increase enough to send them cascading over the top of their orgasms.
William’s climax went on and on, as his body fought for its release. At last, spent, he surrendered to the demands of his body and relaxed, falling into a light doze almost immediately.
Some time later, he was awakened by the Mistress to find the toys and restraints removed. She provided him with sweat pants and a sweatshirt from her well-equipped spa, and walked him back down the trail to his car.
“Here, William,” she said, handing him a manila folder.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Homework,” she smiled impishly. “I want you to practice the positions I taught you, and memorize the commands and hand signals in this folder.”
“How long do I have to memorize the information?” William asked.
Kissing him deeply, she removed his collar and whispered, “Until our next session.”
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