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Shelia pays off bet
Chapter 1
Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5’10” and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with her slave Jasmine. Shelia greeted them and asked how the triplet training was going (see training triplets). It is done now; I just shipped them to the Schwartz’s home three days ago Racheal responded. Racheal was her friend and also helped her develop new items for the BDSM scene and tested them out for her. “So what do I owe the honor of the great “trainer” visiting my humble bar?” she asked Racheal jesting. “Well we are celebrating the six month anniversary of Jasmine becoming my slave and assistant. (see Jasmine becomes a slave), said Racheal, and we also need to schedule your week of slavery for losing the bet we made on whether I could make Jasmine my permanent slave”. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that” Shelia responded. “No way, and I still owe you for the week I had to serve you” laughed Racheal. Shelia pulled out her calendar and told Racheal, anytime after next week, as Wendy (Shelia’s assistant) was on vacation until then visiting her parents. After a short discussion the second week of May was decided on from Sunday 12 noon to Sunday 12 noon. “Remember, the rules we have in the bet contract. No modifications, like you did with Jasmine, and no permanent damage or marks” said Shelia. “Of course I do know the rules and as long as you obey all commands without hesitation that is fine, but remember the clause in the contract that says if you refuse to do something that is not banned, the contract becomes two weeks and no limits” replied Racheal. “I know and no way will I allow that” Shelia said. Shelia was also informed that she was to be hairless from neck down, and only be wearing a dress and sandals when she arrived. That was accepted and for the rest of the night Racheal and Jasmine enjoyed the food and drink, and chatting with friends that dropped by.
Chapter 2
Shelia arrives
Shelia was a little nervous as she rang the doorbell at Racheal’s home which was a huge house on over 4 acres of ground which had a barn and horse track on it. She now regretted making the bet with Racheal, aka “The Trainer”, that she could not make Jasmine her permanent slave during the month of her slave contract. Worse she was also scared of being left in Jasmine’s hands since Jasmine at one point was also a feared Domme and Shelia also was in on the contract they signed tricking Jasmine. Wearing just a sundress and sandals, Shelia felt the breeze flow up caressing her naked body. It had been several years since she had served as a slave, and with Racheal’s reputation she knew it was going to be a very trying week. Jasmine opened the door wearing a white rubber maid’s outfit that molded her body, with cut outs for her breasts that contrasted her brown skin. She also was wearing white 6” heeled shoes that were locked on her feet. Shelia was told to kneel on the floor until Mistress Racheal arrived. Shelia dropped to her knees, with her head bowed in the proper slave position waiting for Racheal’s arrival. Racheal appeared wearing her usual outfit, a black leather cat suit with the zipper pulled down between her breasts showing them off. Her black boots had 6” heels and she saw a spur in each heel and in her gloved hands Shelia saw a nasty looking riding crop. Racheal gave her the command to stand and strip. Sheila stood up and removed the sundress and then kneeled down. Suddenly the riding crop flashed and struck Shelia’s right nipple, causing Shelia to scream in pain. Racheal told her when I say strip it means everything including the sandals. Shelia quickly pulled off the sandals and replied “sorry Mistress Racheal”. Racheal then nodded to Jasmine who locked a 3”wide steel collar around Shelia’s neck. Shelia recognized it as a shock collar, and hoped it wasn’t set on high. Then Jasmine cuffed her hands behind her back with a pair of hinged handcuffs and clipped a leash onto ring on the front of the collar and handed Racheal the leash. With a tug on the leash, Shelia stood and followed Racheal down the stairs to where she knew the dungeon was located. Shelia was soon standing in the middle of Racheal’s dungeon naked and feeling very scared, as the toys here were extreme and she had helped develop most of them. Racheal had Shelia spread her legs wide apart. Racheal then commented on the fact Shelia was hairless. Shelia told her she had used a cream that would prevent hair growth for at least two weeks just to make sure it did not grow back while she served. The crop quickly hit Shelia’s exposed cunt leaving a dark red mark just above the clit and causing Shelia to scream. “Slaves don’t speak unless told to, understand”, stated Racheal, as the crop hit Shelia’s left nipple. “Yes Mistress I understand” Shelia said with tears in her eyes from the pain. “Jasmine, I think this slave need to think about what is expected of her, so gag her and place her on the kneeling meditation station” said Racheal. Jasmine smiled as she pulled Shelia to a corner of the dungeon where Shelia saw a chain hanging from the wall and on the ground a 3’ long 4” high triangular board with a sharp point on top bolted to the floor and what looked like a set small stocks behind it. Shelia was forced down with her knees directly on the sharp point of the triangular board and her ankles were then locked into the stocks, which were set higher than the board so all her weight was on her knees. The chain was attached to the handcuffs and she felt her arms being pulled back and up which put more of her weight on her knees as she bent forward. Jasmine then took a pair of clover leaf nipple clamps and threaded the chain though a ring in the center of the board and then attached the clamps to her nipples making sure the chain was taunt so that any movement would tighten the clamps. A large ball gag was secured in Shelia’s mouth and the strap pulled tight. “Shelia, dear, I want you to think about how you need to be a very obedient slave this week. This position was shown to me by a dear friend Mei Ling, who used it for breaking prisoners in China, but with extra added things I am not using at this time” said Racheal, as she and Jasmine left the dungeon. Shelia quickly assessed her position as her knees were starting to hurt from the sharp point of the board that dug deep into her knees, and that any movement she did to possibly relieve the pressure on her knees caused the nipple clamps to tighten and start to crush her nipples. At this point Shelia knew Racheal was not going to be gentle with her and she was indeed in for a week of hell. The sweat slowly dripped from her body as the pain in her knees became unbearable, and she hoped they would not be damaged and she tried real hard not to move and crush her already swollen sore nipples. After three hours, Racheal returned and saw Shelia crying from the pain that racked throughout her whole body. Racheal released her from the meditation position and as her body straighten out Shelia screamed into the gag, as the blood started to flow back to her knees and her nipples. Barely able to stand Shelia was put into a cell and given a bowl of food and a bowl of water. She was told to she had better get into slave mode real quickly or she would be earning the second week and that tomorrow would really test her. Shelia collapsed on the cot and fell asleep crying.
Chapter 3 day 2
As the lights came on in the dungeon Shelia woke up and as she stretched, her body reminded her quickly of the pain it suffered the day before and she still had a hard time standing. She crawled to the toilet and sat down and peed and pooped. Once done she saw the bowls of food and water and ate and drank everything there. The door of her cell opened and Jasmine pulled her out and pushed her onto her knees in front of Racheal. As her knees hit the floor Shelia cried out in pain as her weight pressed on them. Looking up at Racheal, Shelia asked, “How can you be so cruel, I thought we were friends”. The riding crop slashed through the air hitting Shelia across her left knee right on the grove imbedded from the previous day. Shelia collapsed onto the floor writhing in pain holding her knee.
“You don’t remember three years ago when I lost a bet to you, I was a pony girl for the week and while you were at home I was being screwed silly by the grooms at that stable you left me at and the bitches there ran me all day on the track, before having me suck their cunts, so payback is a real bitch. And the next time you don’t address me properly, you can expect to be flogged between you legs by Jasmine, who is looking forward to being able to do that to you” replied Racheal. “Sorry Mistress, please forgive me,” cried Shelia. “Just obey and do everything you are told and you might survive” Said Racheal. Jasmine then appeared with a letter, which she handed to Racheal. A nasty smile appeared on Racheal’s face as she read it and then laughed. “Shelia did you know this Friday Jessica is throwing a B&D ball at her estate and guess what I am invited and I am to bring my slaves” Racheal said. “Please Mistress; don’t embarrass me by taking me there. I promise to obey” begged Shelia. Racheal just laughed and a shiver ran down Shelia’s back as she thought of being in front of everyone as a slave. Racheal then pulled Shelia to the hanging chains in the middle of the dungeon and cuffed her wrists to them and her ankles to floor rings that were set three feet apart and then pull the chains so Shelia was stretched taunt. “Don’t worry Shelia, I will make sure you are wearing a hood mask, so no one will recognize you, ok my pet” Racheal laughed. She then handed Jasmine a box full of different colored clothespins and told her to decorate the slave using every clothespin on the front of Shelia’s body, as she needed to order something special for her new pet to wear. And gag Shelia if she makes a sound using a big fat penis gag that you have flavored, but DO NOT CUM or you will suffer pain worse then her. When you are done decorating her front, do session #5, with a rattan punishment cane, with ten minutes intervals for two hours. After Racheal left Jasmine showed Shelia the box containing at least 250 new plastic clothespins, Shelia recognized the type of clothespin and knew they would cause pain as the jaws were serrated and would pinch the flesh where they were placed. Jasmine told Shelia she was happy to be causing her pain since it was she that supplied the contract with no limits at the time of the bet, without mentioning it at that time. Shelia’s face showed real panic knowing how extreme Jasmine could be. But I will just follow Mistress’s instruction, as by losing the bet was the best thing ever to happen to me, as I became her slave and fell in love with her. After sucking on her right nipple, Jasmine opened a red clothespin and slowly let it close on Shelia’s swollen right nipple. As it crushed her nipple Shelia screamed so loud it hurt Jasmine’s ears and she pleaded she would do anything if Jasmine would not continue. Laughing, Jasmine found a fat 8” penis gag and inserted it in her wet cunt covering it with her juices. Pinching Shelia’s nose until her mouth opened Jasmine shoved the gag in her mouth and pulled the strap tight. Shelia could do nothing as she gagged while tasting Jasmine’s juices. Looking down at her breasts she saw Jasmine apply another clothespin to left nipple after sucking on it to make it hard and she felt the pain rip through her body. She watched as Jasmine slowly apply the clothespins to her breasts covering them completely and then moved down her belly with three lines of clothespins leading to her exposed cunt. More clothespins were placed in her armpits and down her arms, down her legs, across her belly, and everywhere else it would be painful. Shelia really screamed when Jasmine snapped one on her labia making a nice colorful line, but when the last clothespin was snapped on her clit, Shelia pissed herself and slumped in the chains as she almost passed out from the pain. Shelia watched as Jasmine moved a robo spanker behind her and attached a rattan cane to it. Jasmine informed her that she would receive a stroke every ten minutes. As the first stoke hit her ass in the bottom crease Shelia screamed into the gag. Two hours later when Racheal returned, she saw that Shelia was covered in clothespins, her ass had twelve parallel lines across it and she was in constant pain and crying. Racheal complimented Jasmine on the lovely art work. Then to Shelia’s horror, Racheal told Jasmine to get a flogger so she could whip the clothespins from Shelia’s body. Then showing Jasmine an envelope, Racheal told her inside was the maximum number of strokes she would have to whip off all of the clothespins, and if she failed, then she would exchange places with Shelia. If she were successful then Shelia would be her sex slave for the night. Jasmine got a very nasty looking flogger from the wall and smiled as she showed it to Shelia, whose eyes pleaded with Racheal for a reprieve, but knew none was coming. Slowly over the next hour and using 50 strokes with the whip Jasmine slowly flicked off the clothespins from Shelia’s body. Opening the envelope, Racheal showed Jasmine the written number was 100. “Shit, said Jasmine, if I knew it was that many I would have taken more time removing them”. “You girls have fun and remember NO Damage to the slave, Jasmine” Racheal told her as she left. Jasmine released Shelia from the chains and attached a leash to her collar and took her back to her bedroom. Jasmine stripped and took Shelia into the bathroom, and they both relaxed in the hot tub. Shelia enjoyed the hot water soothing her body, and relaxing for the first time since arriving at Racheal’s. She thanked Jasmine for being so kind considering the trick she pulled on her. Laughing Jasmine told her not to worry, as before the end of the night she would suffer for that. After they got out of the hot tub, Jasmine handcuffed Shelia’s hands behind her back. Jasmine pulled her into the bedroom and went to her dresser and returned with the control chastity belt. “Since we have about the same waist size, I only think you should wear the belt” Jasmine told Shelia, as she locked it on Shelia forcing it to lock as Shelia was slightly fatter. Jasmine then locked the monitoring unit on Shelia’s left wrist and turned on both vibrators inside Shelia pushing her to experience a very strong orgasm which the wrist monitor noted. Pulling Shelia to the bed Jasmine hit the shock button on the belt’s controller and Shelia, screamed in pain. “Now slave you will spend the night pleasing me with your mouth or feel even stronger shocks. Also, the belt will be set for maximum tease mode and maximum shock mode, so while you will only get close you will not cum, but I will” said Jasmine as she pulled Shelia’s head to her dripping cunt and shouted “Eat me”. Shelia felt the belt shock her and she quickly placed her mouth on Jasmine’s cunt and using her tongue teased Jasmine’s clit, watching it swell as her juices flowed. Shelia mouth kept sucking and licking jasmine’s cunt until she had her first orgasm squirting her juices into Shelia’s mouth. It was several hours and many orgasms for Jasmine before she fell asleep with Shelia’s head between her legs, but as Jasmine slept, the belt kept Shelia awake as it simulated her to almost a climax but shocking her every time her body was about to cum. Shelia cried for relief but her body had a mind of its own and responded to the vibrators buried deep in her body, only to be denied to climax by the belt shocking her. It was a very frustrating night for her as she only got a few minutes rest and wondered what was next and how she would survive the week and mentally promising never to bet Racheal again and prayed she did not end up like Jasmine and become Racheal’s permanent slave.
To be continued
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