Personal Trainer

PERSONAL TRAINER

Chapter 1

Nicole didn’t know what to make of the man in the three-piece suit who had just walked into the diner and sat at the counter.  He was certainly not like her usual clientele who drifted in for a coffee during the wee hours of the morning.  As she took his order, he regarded her with a cold scrutiny.  She felt it unnerving to stand before him as his eyes followed the curves of her body.  He asked about the menu, but his attention never returned to the printed page.  There was never any attempt on his part to hide the fact he was undressing her with his eyes.

In the end, he only ordered a coffee as he had not found anything to his liking on the menu.  Nicole rushed off to retrieve the coffee and to escape his gaze.

She had become accustomed to come-ons from guys wandering in drunk from the neighbourhood bars.  Yet this was all together different.  Normally the guys would avert their eyes before their staring became too obvious.  She debated whether to tell him off as she had so many guys before him.  Yet there was definitely something about him that intrigued her.

She didn’t meet too many rich men as his stylish clothing and educated voice revealed him to be.  The fact that he was strikingly handsome was certainly a factor as well.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the diner was practically empty.  Darryl, the security guard from the building across the street, was finishing off his regular mid-evening lunch in a booth by the corner; lost in his textbooks as usual.  Yet beyond him, it was now only Nicole and her new client.

Nicole returned to the man’s table with coffee in hand, and his eyes lit up as she approached him.  Apparently something in this restaurant had some appeal for him.

At his behest, she joined him in idle conversation.  It was a typically slow Wednesday evening, so in part she welcomed a reprieve from the tedium. 

His profession caught her attention, “a personal trainer.”  “Wasn’t that a consultant to movie stars and executives?” she asked him. 

He laughed at the suggestion.  No, he was something altogether different, but what that was she could not tell, and he was not saying.

Apparently he was just returning from a club and was just stopping for a drink on his way home.  She couldn’t picture him at any of the local pubs, no more than she could imagine such a man in this seedy diner.  He mentioned the name of the club, Roissy, but she had never heard of it.

Mr. Redding, as he had introduced himself, slowly sipped his coffee.  He  set it aside after only a few sips as the taste left much to be desired.  She laughed inwardly, as she had secretly shared his opinion of the coffee.  It was strong and bitter, designed to wake up some drunk or lonely driver enough to make their way home.

Nearly an hour drifted by in conversation, which was mostly spent by him asking her questions.  That he seemed to be genuinely interested in her truly amazed her.  At first, his crisp manner and attention to details was vaguely unsettling.  Yet she came to delight in the attention he lavished upon her.  Fortunately the place remained empty throughout his visit.

At first his questions were quite general, but they became increasing personal.  He had a soothing manner and a steady voice which set her at ease. Therefore, it did not seem at all unusual that this stranger was now asking her if she was happy here.

Of course she wasn’t, but a girl has got to pay the bills.

He asked if she lived alone, and about her friends and family.  She had tried to make light of these questions, as the answers made her uncomfortable.  The insistent manner of his questions and his unwavering gaze prevented her from avoiding the questions. 

Eventually, she began to tell the long arduous story of her family.  She admitted that she was still hurt by the fight which had split her apart from her mother over a year ago.  They had never really gotten along, but things had really come to a head when Nicole began taking care of her dying father.  Mother was still bitter from the divorce years before, and wanted him to suffer alone.  Yet Nicole couldn’t do that, even if her father had been rather domineering.

Her brother paid little attention to the family quibbles since he had left home, which left Nicole all alone to care for father.

So when her father died, she settled his estate to the best of her ability and moved to the city to start life on her own.  She never communicated with her mother or brother now.  The anger and sadness lingered between all of them.  The fact that she was barely scraping by ever since she had left home was a constant reminder of her troubles.  

She didn’t have much of a social life outside of work.  From a lack of funds and time, she had not really spent any time going out to make new friends or start any relationships.  And the guys that she encountered here; forget about it.

It felt strange to tell this intimate story to a total stranger, but it was oddly comforting to talk to someone about her troubles.

Mr. Redding was about to delve further into her story, and asked her, “What would make her happy?”  Yet just then a large group wandered into the restaurant.

Obligingly, she went to take their order.  By the time she was setting their drinks on the table, she noted that Mr. Redding was gone.

Puzzled by his sudden disappearance, she felt a sudden longing for his reappearance.  He had left a large tip, but there was no indication of whether she would ever see him again.

Tired and sore, she made her way home.  She then thought of Mr. Redding and their conversation.  She didn’t generally go for older men, but just thinking about his strong build, chiseled chin and blue eyes  made her wet.  And the perceptive questions that he had asked made the sensation more intense.

Oh well, it was only a momentary fantasy, as she would not likely see him again.

*        *        *

To her surprise he reappeared two nights later.  Upon seeing him, Nicole practically ran to his table.

“Hello Nicole, you look lovely this evening.”

She blushed and looked down at herself.  She was rather plain in her eyes, and she was pleased that he saw past her tired appearance and pastel uniform.

He paused before placing his order, allowing his eyes to wander over her body.  “I suppose a coffee, so I have an excuse to be here.”

She rushed to the counter to retrieve the coffee.  Turning to look at him, as she poured the coffee, she noted that he was still staring at her.

Pondering his response about the menu, she understood that he was only here to see her again.  Her pulse quickened at the thought of him seeking her out.

Once again the diner was practically empty, so she sat with him at his request.  “I was afraid I would never see you again after you left so quickly.” 

“Were you thinking about me pet?”  He reached out to gently stroke her chin and looked into her eyes.  “Do you mind if I call you that?”

“No,” she stammered.  “I mean you can call me that.” “ And yes…” she tried to look away but couldn’t, “I have been thinking about you.”

Her fantasies about his strong jaw, bright smile and deep set eyes did not do justice to the face that stared at her now.  She felt herself melting into the hand that idly stroked her face.

“That pleases me, because I saw some great potential in you the last time.”

“Potential?”  Nicole was both puzzled and intrigued.

“Yes.”  He stared at her, captivated by her smooth features and the swell of her breasts as her pace quickened.  He was having the desired effect on her.  “I told you I am a personal trainer, and I have been examining you.  I think I could work with you.”

Nicole didn’t know what to say.  She had never expected him to take such a personal interest in her insignificant little life.  This was an incredible opportunity to receive some personal training, so she could get out of this hell hole.  Just spending more time with him would make it worthwhile.  She almost giggled as she realized that her challenge would be containing herself in his presence.  She yearned for him so much, and she wasn’t even sure why.

“That would be an honour.”

He stared at her, watching the flush return to her cheeks.

“Why are you doing this for me? It’s not like I can afford to pay you.”  Nicole was forced to ask.

“I like the look of you, and that is what I do.  People hire me to find and train personnel that I believe would be appropriate.”

“You mean you will help me get out of this place?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled.  “I have many clients who would love to have a beautiful young woman like you at their service.  But my clients need women who are well trained.”

Nicole looked dejected for a moment, praying that her lack of a high school diploma was not going to crush her once again.

Mr. Redding recognized her trepidation.  “Don’t worry pet, that’s where I come in.”   He patted her hand reassuringly.  It was a gesture she would normally find condescending, but this new found intimacy was now reassuring.               

She relaxed immediately, only to have their intimate reverie disturbed by the drunk in the corner starting to cough.  Nicole looked over with distain.  The thought then began to repeat in her mind like a mantra, ‘Mr. Redding is going to get me out of this place.’

“You are clearly being unfulfilled here,” he motioned to the diner.  “When was the last time you truly felt fulfilled?”

She didn’t understand why he would ask this type of question.  Shouldn’t he be asking if she knew how to type, or what level of education she had completed, or some other standard interview questions?  She could only imagine a ‘standard interview’, as any dead end job she had ever applied for determined only that she could speak the language, and what were her hours of availability.

He had to really push her to answer the question, as her mind went blank.  He emphasized that the question was “fulfilled”, not “happy.” 

The only time which occurred to her in which she felt fulfilled was last year taking care of her dying father.  Although he had been in great pain then, he showed great appreciation for her care.  Their relationship had been strained since her mother ran off years before, but they found some reconciliation in those last months.  And now with the separation of time, and from her father’s suffering, she had to confess that she enjoyed catering to someone else and not worrying about her life.

Mr. Redding only nodded his understanding, prompting her to continue.  He occasionally stroked her chin, or rubbed her arm to comfort her.  He then asked the age old question that had tormented her for so long.

“What did she want out of life?” 

She seemed to drift from education to whatever jobs she could find, and her relationships were no better.  Therefore, the answer to that question seemed to be that she didn’t want to think about it.

Her convoluted responses did not repel him, or make him think she was a ‘scatter-brained bimbo’ as her father had once called her during the turbulent times.  On the contrary, he became more interested and more inquisitive. 

Over the course of these two evenings they had developed a real rapport, which allowed her to answer these personal questions.  He peppered her with questions about herself.  Even some questions about her sexual experiences, which made her blush, but she still answered.

She longed to ask questions about him, but he provided only the most perfunctory of answers when she did and then returned the attention to her.  She couldn’t help being flattered.  Mr. Redding’s tone, gentle stroking, and reassured manner set her at ease.  He was like some mystic shaman peering into her soul.

He ended his questioning and stared at her, preparing to gage her reactions to his next comments.

“You don’t need to be ashamed about your confusion.  Society pressures everyone to be independent and strong willed.  They want everyone to pursue their dreams.”

He paused.  “However, there are people who are naturally dependant:  they long to serve others; they are most comfortable when others make the decisions for them; and they dream of making others happy.   Would you like it if I made some decisions for you?”

Nicole didn’t really understand what he was saying, but she trusted him.  “Yes.”

“Good girl, good girl…” he stroked her chin and smiled at her.  A smile she couldn’t help but return.

“My clients like beautiful girls who will do as they are told, and do their best to please their ma… employers.  Everything is going to work out just fine.  I now have some things that I will need to prepare for your training, but I will be in touch.”

He stood up, and then leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead.  “Good night pet.”

Once again Nicole was stunned by his sudden departure.  She merely sat in silence as he walked out the door.

*        *        *

He returned to the diner three nights later.  He sat at the counter instead of his usual spot so that he could speak with her, only this time there was no pretense of ordering anything.  On this evening, Mr. Redding seemed to have a little more intent.  His eyes were even more appraising, if that were possible.  With no one else in the diner, she rushed to serve him.

“Good evening Sir.”

“Hello Nicole.”

Funny that she was now becoming comfortable with his scrutinizing gaze.  The intimidation she had felt earlier was dissipating.  She was relieved to see him again, as she had begun to doubt herself and believed she had said something wrong the last evening.

“How is my beautiful pet this evening?”  She blushed furiously.  She found this nickname a rather cute form of endearment. 

She was completely caught off guard when he invited her to his place for a couple of days.  She didn’t really know anything about him, but she also knew that she could never refuse him anything.

“That would be lovely sir.  Does this mean you have found an opening for me with one of your clients?”  He insisted that she call him sir out of respect.  Although odd at first, it now felt completely appropriate.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.  I must train you first, and then I will begin the introductions.”

She nodded.

“ I will be waiting for you out front when you get off at 6:00.”

“But I don’t have a change of clothes.  I…” A firm stare from him silenced her.

“You will have all you need at my home pet.”

And with this abrupt conversation he turned and left the diner.  She had wanted him to stay and talk.  She wanted him to explain what she should expect at his home.  She wanted, she wanted… she wanted him.

As the remaining hours passed she found herself more and more excited at the possibilities.  She could hardly concentrate as her colleagues began to arrive for the next shift, and she settled her till.

As promised, he was waiting out front when she exited the diner.  He sat in the driver’s seat of his BMW, and opened the passenger door when he saw her pass through the doors.  With a quick look around to see that no one was watching, she sat down in the passenger seat and shut the door behind her.  The last thing she needed was people gossiping about her.

She was still wearing her work uniform, but she did not have anything to change into.  Being so plain made her uncomfortable in this luxury car next to this man.  She wanted to look her best to impress him, but there was only so much she could do with no notice.

He drove off with only a nod of acknowledgement.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, she asked, “What area of the city do you live in?”

“We are going to my country home.  You’ll like it.  It has plenty of privacy so we can relax and be our natural selves.”

That was an odd expression, ‘natural selves’, but he didn’t seem to be welcoming any questions from her.   She stared out the window at the glow from the rising sun on the buildings, and relaxed back in her seat.  He knew where they were going, so what did it matter that she was quickly lost.

She had sensed from the beginning that he was rich, even though he never did say, but the size of this ‘country home’ was startling.  They drove down the long laneway, and were completely secluded from the outside world.  It dawned on her that she was now completely trapped with a man she didn’t really know.  Perhaps he was some kind of lunatic who abducted women.  Yet she put such irrational fears out of her mind.  This was going to be a fun adventure.

He took her hand and led her inside by the front door.

“Welcome to my home pet, I am sure you will be happy here.”

She was speechless as they toured the home.  Everything was pristine and luxurious, antique furnishings, wood paneling, hard wood flooring, Persian rugs, and an assortment of landscape paintings and portraits.  Most of these things she had never seen before, and her eyes darted about trying to capture every scene.

What on earth was she doing here?  Walking about in her diner uniform, she could not have been more out of place.  This was like some modern day Cinderella story come to life.

They ended the tour in the kitchen where he poured two glasses of wine.  She was about to protest that she did not drink wine, especially in the morning, but it seemed impolite to refuse.

“Let’s retire to my private lounge,” he said in that crisp manner.  Taking her hand, he led the way.  She was being led about like a little girl, but she found his manner charming.

The lounge was faintly lit, and was centered by a fireplace which was surrounded by a sofa and some chairs.  A series of photographs, nicely framed, lined the walls.  At first glance they appeared somewhat unusual, but in this light she couldn’t quite make out why.

He let go of her hand and sat down on the sofa.  Noting her interest, he gestured for her to take a closer look at the photos.

The collection was a series of nude female models which did not shock her as she rather liked to view the female form.  She briefly wondered, not for the first time, if this made her bisexual.  She dismissed the thought and returned her attention to the photos.  A variety of poses were struck by the models, with not one of the models appearing twice.  Some were kneeling, others stretched out on a bed, while others stood facing the camera with their eyes slightly lowered and another was stretched with her arms bound above her head.

She looked at them all again.  They all wore restraints of some kind.  In their poses, they all kept their arms behind them or otherwise restrained so their breasts were amply displayed.  Their legs were invariably parted as well.

She was both shocked and intrigued by these photos, and found it hard to turn away from them.  Yet even she was shocked by the words that came to her mouth.  “They are all so beautiful.”

She looked back at him and noted the broad smile on his face.  “Who are they?”

“They are my pets.”

She turned to look at the photos again.  They had all earned the endearing title of pet.  “All of them?”

She hadn’t realized she had uttered the last thought aloud.

“Yes, all of them.  They were all quite beautiful in their own way, just as you are.”

She blushed at the compliment, and then walked back to the sofa to sit beside him.  “I suppose you want me to be naked and restrained like them.”

He stared at her, observing her reactions by the flush of her skin, her quickened breath, and nervous perspiration.  By contrast, he was the very definition of calm.

“Does that bother you?”

She stood up to avoid his gaze.  He was looking over her body without the slightest reservation.  In truth, he had always looked at her in this appraising manner but she only began to recognize it now.  She walked over to the photos again.

They were a shining example of womanhood:  white, asian, latino, black, East Indian; tall, short; thin, athletic, curvy.  The only thing that united them was their beauty, and their complete surrender to the camera.

“I don’t know, they are all so beautiful.”

She had been fantasizing about being naked with him for the past few days, so that really wasn’t the problem.  She had never really done anything kinky, but she had to admit these pictures, restraints and all, left her aroused more than anything else.

He beckoned for her to join him on the sofa again.

“I know you receive pleasure from serving others.  You told me so at the diner.  And I know you want someone else to make decisions for you. “

She generally felt worthless and miserable when these thoughts occurred to her.  However, his reassuring tone was putting her at ease.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of.  It is perfectly natural for some women to submit to a strong man’s needs.  It gives a woman like you purpose.  Trust me, I know what’s best for you.”

Tears were starting to swell in her eyes, and she was not even sure why.

He reached forward and unbuttoned the top of her blouse.  She stared at him in a daze thinking she should stop him, but the reason to do so escaped her.

He continued the undressing until all the buttons were undone.  Then he gently pushed the blouse over her shoulder and down her arms until it was off.  He dropped the blouse onto the floor and reached for the clasp of the bra.  It was quickly removed and placed on the floor.

She looked down, slightly amazed to see her bare chest.

Without delay, he unzipped the side of her skirt.  Unconsciously she raised herself up so he could pull the skirt down.  It hung at her feet until she stepped out of it.  Leaning forward, he moved the skirt to the side and removed her shoes.  Only her panties remained and he hooked his fingers into the waist band to pull them down.  This time, she didn’t move.

“Raise yourself pet, I want to see you.”

Looking into his eyes, she yielded and raised herself.  The panties were quickly pulled down and off.

He then stopped to enjoy the beauty that sat before him.  He brushed his hands down her arms, feeling the smooth skin, and lightly squeezed her breasts.  Then resting one hand on her thigh, he leaned forward and kissed her.  It was a long and passionate kiss, just as she had fantasized about over the past few nights.

It took her breath away and her chest heaved with excitement and her gasping for air.  Her nipples were firm and pressed into him as they kissed.

When the kiss ended she was suddenly embarrassed by her naked breasts pushing into him and the wetness between her legs.  Two of his fingers were now gently stroking her sex.

She attempted to close her legs and cover herself, but was quickly stopped.

“Don’t” he whispered, “I want to feel  you.”

On some instinctive level her body reacted without her conscious awareness.  She spread her legs and dropped her arms to her side.  He fingered her sex, and squeezed her breasts with the other hand.  She simply stared at him in wonder and gasped when he pinched her nipples.  Her stiffened nipples made them both  acutely aware of how sensitive they were.   And when his fingers began to stroke her clitoris, her whole body began to shake.  His hand on her breasts became rougher and more urgent, and the fingers inside her sex began to thrust with fast and forceful motions.

Her pulse quickened and she moaned with each thrust of his finger and each squeeze of her breast, urging him on further.  She was nearing a climax, which anyone could see from her cries of passion and labored breath.  Her sex was tightening around his fingers.

Yet just before she was able to have release, he pulled back.

She leaned forward, yearning to have his body pressed into her again.  “Please don’t stop… don’t stop.”

He looked at her with a cold detachment.  Once again his control was unnerving when she was so flushed and desperate for a passionate release.  “Not yet pet.  I decide when you are to climax.”

She stared at him, desperately wanting him to continue, but unsure of what she could possibly say to encourage him further.

He stood up and took a few steps towards the door.  “Follow me.”

She stood up, shaken and bewildered, and followed him out the door.  They proceeded down the hallway and into the basement.  She had not even realized there was a lower level when they toured the house earlier.

Her nerves were at their peak when they entered what could only be described as a modern day dungeon.  Various restraints and whips hung from the walls.  A leather covered bench with restraints at either end, and a wooden cross with restraints for ankles and wrist, and some other contraptions she could not recognize adorned the room.

Mr. Redding smiled, “Let’s begin your training shall we.”

Chapter 2

“Oh, I don’t know about this.”  Nicole backed away.

Even now, Mr. Redding maintained his calm.  He simply smiled and grabbed Nicole by her wrist, pulled her towards him, and then held her tightly.

“Lesson 1, is that you should never back away from your master.”

Nicole struggled to escape his grip to no avail.  She looked up at him with a pleading expression.  “Master???”

“Yes pet, that is how I would like you to refer to me from now on.

“Please, please… don’t do this!”  Nicole was in tears.  Her body shook with fear as she struggled for release.

“Calm down pet, this is the beginning of your lessons.  You wanted a new life, and now you have one.”

He pulled her to what looked to be a low table or bench with leather padding, and pushed her back onto it.  She attempted to get up, but was immediately pushed back down.  Leaning over her to prevent her from rising, he grabbed her right arm and pulled it to the corner.  He quickly shackled her wrist into the thick leather cuff that awaited her.

She kicked her legs up into the air, and squirmed against him, but it was to no avail.  He now had her left arm, and pulled it to the other corner.  Her body writhed and buckled, but it did not prevent the left wrist from being placed into the leather cuff.

With her upper body restrained to the table, it was easy for him to place his weight on her legs and completely immobilize her.   Within moments, her ankles were in leather cuffs and chained to the bench.  He now stood to the side and looked down at her struggling in vain against the restraints.

“This is how I like my pets to be displayed.  Naked and available.”

“Please, please, please…don’t do this.”  Nicole cried and whimpered, but elicited no response from him. 

He proceeded as if she had not said a word, retrieving a riding crop which was hanging on the wall.  Slowly, he dragged the leather threads over her body.  Her body jerked in a pointless attempt to avoid the touch.

“I am not going to be too harsh with you on your first time.  I want you to adapt, and learn to appreciate your position.  However, you have resisted me, and this needs correction.”

“Oh god, please no.  This was all just a misunderstanding.  I won’t tell anyone if you just please let me go.”  Her face was smeared with tears.

“Before I begin, we will have to do something about this incessant whining.  It is not appropriate for a slave to speak unless spoken to.” 

He retrieved something from the shelf, and walked back to her.  He returned, holding a ball gag in front of her mouth, “Open up.”  She clenched her mouth shut and stared at him with wild pleading eyes.

“Now, now, don’t be like that dear.”  He pinched her nose, and waited for her to open her mouth and gasp for breath.  The gag was quickly inserted into her mouth, and the straps fastened behind her head.  “You should know better than to resist me.  I will always get what I want, and now I have to punish you further.”

The first strike of the riding crop landed across her stomach.  Her body jerked away in response, as much as it was able.  The second blow was to her left thigh, and the third was to her right thigh.  He then returned to her stomach and sides, whipping her in quick succession.

She screamed out in muffled tones through the gag.

He ignored her cries of anguish and moved to the end of the bench.  There, he began to liberally whip her feet and legs.

Slowly he moved to the opposite end of the bench, whipping her body at each point; seeking out the spots that bore no mark of redness.   He then stood at the head of the bench and looked down into her face, gently stroking her cheek.

“This hurts initially.  However, you will come to appreciate this pain, and your submissive nature will come to crave these punishments.  Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head in the affirmative.  “Yheeth,” her muffled voice cried out.

He shook his head.  “Now, now dear, you shouldn’t be so hasty.  I haven’t even whipped your breasts or your sex.  They are so beautiful, and must have some attention.”

Her head shook to the side and she pleaded for mercy to the degree that the gag would allow.

He squeezed her nipples in each hand.  “I don’t think these are as sensitive as they need to be though.”  Leaning down, he began to flick his tongue over one nipple, and then the other.  His tongue circled the nipples as his hand gently squeezed her breasts.

Involuntarily, she began to moan and her nipples stiffened in response to this gentle pleasure.

He backed up and retrieved the riding crop.

With a quick strike, he lashed her right breast.  With her nipple being so hard and sensitive, she received a sharp jolt of pain.  The crop struck her left breast and another jolt of pain reverberated through her body.  A series of blows to her breasts followed in quick succession.  The sharp pain turned to a warm throb. 

He alternated his pattern, lashing her stomach, inner thighs, breasts, and even her feet.  Her body ached all over.  And just as suddenly as it had started, the punishment stopped.

Nicole was whimpering and tears filled her eyes.  Oddly though, Mr. Redding had no discernable reaction.  He merely stood silently and watched as she squirmed against her restraints and attempted to catch her breath.  The beating was not a loss of control on his part, or a misguided venting of his anger.  Quite the opposite in fact, he was completely in control.  His deep scrutinizing gaze revealed all.  He was testing her reactions.

Nicole found it strange that she was beginning to calm down in these restraints.  Rather than scream pointlessly with the gag in her mouth for her release, she just rested and stared up at him.  Odder still, the pain was turning to a gentle throb.  Her skin was so red and sensitive that even the slightest movement sent shivers down her spine.  She felt more alive than she had ever felt before.

Mr. Redding noted the change in her reaction.  He motioned with a finger over his mouth for her to remain silent, and then removed her gag.

He brought the riding crop to her mouth.  “Kiss it.”

She looked up at him, hesitated, and then kissed the riding crop.

“Say, ‘Thank you master.’”

Acknowledging this implied he had the right to whip her.  However, under the circumstances she did not see any other option.  Then again, maybe he did have the right to whip her.

She leaned forward as much as she was able and kissed the riding crop again.  “Thank you master.”

He smiled and petted her head, “Good girl, good girl.”

He slowly removed her restraints.  “I think my pet deserves a reward.  Would you like to be fucked slave?”

Her restraints were gone and she could try and make a run for it.  But then again, where could she possibly escape?  She now understood the rationale for his country retreat.  Staring into his eyes, she saw the same scrutinizing gaze that had intoxicated her from the beginning.  Heaven help her, but she did want him to fuck her.

“Yes master.”

“Good girl, good girl…” he murmured as he petted her head.

“Step down from the bench.”  She climbed down and stood before him.  He absently stroked her breasts as he stared at her.  Amazingly, Nicole was already becoming comfortable with his casual touching of her body, as though he had every right to do so.

“Very nice,” he whispered.  “You have nice breasts my dear.”

She blushed, “Thank you.”

“Thank you…?” he looked at her and waited for her to complete the sentence. 

It took a moment but she then recognized her error.  “Thank you master.”

“Good pet, good.”  He patted her head as though she were a dog or a cat.  She leaned into his stroke, welcoming his affection, his touch.

“You also mark nicely.  Whipping suits you.”

“Yes master, thank you.”  She responded automatically, and only once the words came out did she realize that she was agreeing to future whippings.

“It is time for your reward.  Turn around and bend over the bench.”  Nicole acted immediately.  “Now spread your legs.”  They were duly spread.

Without ceremony he inserted two fingers into her cunt and slowly thrust into her.  He found her already wet.  He inserted a third finger and began to thrust into her with force.  Satisfied that she was sufficiently moist and stretched, he removed his fingers.

She moaned in response, wanting him to put his fingers back inside her.  Yet her frustration soon dissipated as she felt him standing directly behind her.  His hard cock rubbed against her buttocks, and she raised her backside in anticipation.

A few strokes between her labia lubricated his cock with her juices.  Then, positioning his cock at her cunt, he thrust into her with one hard motion.

Nicole gasped in surprise and pain.  He held his erection inside of her and pulled her rear onto the intruding cock.  Slowly, he withdrew his cock to its tip and then thrust forcefully into her once again.  He repeated this slow forceful fuck a few more times, driving her to distraction.

She began to catch her breath and whimpered as he withdrew his cock.  The contrary sensations of friction and openness were driving her to mad.

His pace quickened, and she moaned in response.  Never had she been so completely filled.  And it was not just the size of her master’s cock, though he was certainly larger than any man she had ever had inside her.  No, it was more about her complete violation.  Her backside ached from the whipping she had received, and he now forcefully squeezed and pressed into it.  Her tender breasts were being mauled by his free hand.  His hot breath tingled the back of her neck and her ears as he grunted over her.  And with her naked body bent over and legs spread, she was completely helpless.

This was no intimate intercourse between lovers, this was rape.

Yet, contrary to her education and societal expectations, she welcomed it.  In this world, men and women were not equal.  He was her master and could violate her when, and however he chose.  And she welcomed it.

She was becoming more aroused with each thrust inside of her.  She arched her back, coaxing him further.

He was starting to loose his control and thrust into her with abandon.  He was grunting loudly with an animal-like snarl.  She moaned and whimpered in unison.  Her muscles tightened onto his cock, squeezing the passion from him.  She quivered on the edge of climax.

When his erection stiffened and his fingers dug into her side, Nicole knew he was close.  That knowledge sent her over the edge and she cried out in release.  With the slick vaginal muscles squeezing his already throbbing cock, he shot his load inside her.

Shivers ran through their bodies as they collapsed onto the bench before them.  Sweat trickled down their bodies as they struggled to regain their breath.

When she was finally freed to stand up, she promptly knelt before him and kissed his hand.

"Thank you Master".

She was not even certain why she did that.  He had not given any order or even said a word.  Standing over her, he smiled and simply said,  "You are welcome pet."

He ran his fingers over her hair, petting her.  His simple acknowledgement indicated that he felt it was his right to fuck her when and however he pleased.

Her smiling face looking up at him indicated she was in agreement.

Mr. Redding led Nicole to the master bedroom.  She was then startled as he placed a collar on her and attached her to a leash at the foot of the bed.  He pulled out a worn blanket and pillow from the closet and set them on the floor.

With a gesture from him, she lay down on the floor and rested her head on the pillow.  He leaned forward on one bended knee and kissed the top of her head.  "Goodnight pet".

She was disappointed that she was not permitted to sleep with him, but she accepted it.  "Goodnight Master".

She closed her eyes and attempted to sleep as Master undressed, turned out the lights and crawled into bed.  Surprisingly, she drifted off quite quickly, exhausted by the events of the day.

Chapter 3

Nicole awoke early the next day.  Her body ached all over from sleeping on the floor and the beating she had received.  Yet her immediate concern was a need to pee.

She looked onto the bed where Mr. Redding remained fast asleep.  She debated whether to wake him or not.  Fearing his reprisal, she decided to hold it for as long as possible.

As the minutes passed, it became increasingly difficult to hold it.  She was beginning to cramp up from the pressure.  Unconsciously, she began to whimper.

The master awoke to find her in a fetal position, desperately holding herself, and tears streaming down her face.

"What is wrong pet?"

She had become so consumed with her dilemma that she had not noticed him leaning over the bed.  Bolting to her knees, she pleaded, "I need to pee!"

He smiled and unlocked the leash from her collar.  She immediately ran to the adjoining bathroom.  As she sat on the toilet, very much relieved, she was startled by the master's entrance.  He casually walked up to her and stroked her face.

"You are not permitted any privacy pet.". Without any further word, he left the room with the door completely open.

Upon exiting the bathroom, she found Mr. Redding sitting on the edge of the bed.  He pointed to the floor in front of him.  No further command was necessary as she knelt in front of him.

"I am very proud of you pet.  You responded well to your restraints and being whipped last night.  I like that you waited for permission to pee this morning.  You must always ask for permission, no matter what the circumstance is.  As I suspected, you are a natural submissive.  I say this because I am going to be very harsh with you today, and throughout your training, and I don't want you to get the wrong impression."

Nicole nodded.

"Do you want to make me happy pet?"

"Oh yes sir."

He patted he head.  "That's master pet."

She sputtered, "Oh yes, master, I'm sorry."

"I forgive you this one time.  It takes some getting used to.  You will know when I am displeased with you... But neither of us wants that to happen, do we?"

"No master."

Master stood up and directed her to follow him downstairs.  She crawled after him on her hands and knees.  The stairs were a challenge, but she adapted.

They proceeded to the kitchen, where he directed her to kneel beside the end chair.  "I know you can prepare basic meals from your work, but can you cook anything edible slave?"

"Yes master.  Father taught me some dishes and he could be quite demanding."

"Excellent.  I am also quite demanding.  You will prepare my meals, and I will guide you."

He looked down at her.  "However, I would rather keep you on your knees this morning.  Watch me pet and learn."

As he sat down to eat his breakfast, he placed some scraps and porridge in a bowl before her, along with a bowl of water.  The implication was clear, and she began to eat her meal like the family pet, which she was now.

After breakfast, Nicole washed the dishes.  It was the only time she was permitted to stand, after which, she promptly returned to her knees as ordered.  They then proceeded to the lounge they were in last night.  As Nicole knelt before him she felt the presence of the pets which had proceeded her staring at her from their exotic picture frames.  She now felt something different as she looked at the pictures; a mixture of pressure to succeed in her training, and a bond of support.  She was now one of them, one of Master Richmond's beautiful pets.  And unlike the night before, she understood what this meant.

Master proceeded to teach her various poses.  He was very precise and didn't spare the rod when she failed to follow his instructions precisely.  She struggled to comply out of fear from his chastisement, and pride from her sisterhood.  With each position, he explained its signifigance.  Some simply made her look beautiful and docile.  Others were designed to expose her cunt, to make her available for sex or punishment, or place her in a vulnerable position.  In each case, he emphasised his point with the strike of the whip, squeezing her flesh, gently stroking her, or thrusting his fingers into whichever hole was exposed.  Her body and mind ran the gambit from pleasure to pain and from humiliation to pride in accomplishment.  She spent the entire morning contorting to various positions.  By the time they breaked for luch, her whole body ached.

Lunch was prepared by her under his guidance.  And once again, she ate from a bowl on the floor next to her master's feet.  This time she was so so sore and hungry that she didn't think anything of it.

After lunch he allowed her to go swimming in the outdoor pool.  As he explained, "It will take some time for your muscles to adapt, and that will come with further training".  As for being naked outside, he simply waved her concerns away.  "Don't be silly pet, there is no one around here for miles.  Besides, you must get used to being naked at all times."

The swim did wonders for her aching muscles.  And by the time she exited the pool, Master had joined her on the deck.  He was sitting in a lounge chair with his laptop opened.  He pointed to the floor beside him where Nicole was to kneel.  Opening his robe, he gently pushed Nicole's head down onto the already stiff cock.  She sucked him with long and deep thrusts into the back of her throat.

Whenever she quickened her pace, he slowed her down with a hand on the back of her head.  She carried on for a long while, even as her cheek muscles began to get sore.  Eventually he patted her head and began to get up, allowing her to back up.

He walked into the house, and she crawled after him into the lounge.

"Pet, present your ass.  I wish to sodomize you."

Nicole was stunned for a moment as she had never imagined she would ever allow a man to penetrate her in this manner.  Yet she knew she had to obey.  Already on her knees, she dropped  her head and elbows to the ground, arched her back, and spread her knees widely apart, as she had been trained earlier that day.

Without ceremony, Master knelt down behind her, roughly grabbed her ass and thrust his stiff cock into her.  She gasped with pain and shock.  He thrust with such force that she could barely catch her breath, or hold her balance.  It was unrelenting until he slowed down for one last deep thrust into her.  He moaned as he shot his load into her.

He withdrew, and leaned forward onto her as he caught his breath.  She braced herself to hold his weight and catch her own breath. Blood seeped from her anus, and she silently cried from the pain and shame.   Yet beyond that she felt a degree of openness and vulnerability she had never imagined.

The remainder of the day was very subdued.  As master explained, it would take some time for her body and mind to adjust to its new role.  He applied some ointment to her backside, and over the various scars which covered her body.  

After dinner Nicole practiced some of the poses she had learned earlier.  They then settled in the recreation room to watch a pornographic film feauring a female slave.  Master became quite excited by the gang rape scene, and Nicole was directed without a word to suck him off.  To her surprise, it provided her a great deal of pleasure and contentment to be on her knees giving him oral pleasure.  Through this she began to understand that despite the aches and pains she now felt, she belonged here.

The day ended where it began, with Master in his bed and Nicole curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Chapter 4

The following days were all about conditioning.  Conditioning her bodily functions to know when she could eat, sleep, awaken, or urinate.  She practiced her positions over and over again.  When she began to anticipate his commands, he changed things up to keep her guessing. 

Nicole learned her domestic duties for cooking and cleaning to a degree she had never imagined.  The slightest error earned her a strict reprimand, a slap, or the lash of the whip.  She learned quickly.

She began a rigoiroius exercise program, which was now part of her daily routine.  Although she was in good shape to begin with, the exercises left her sore and exhausted.  Yet even after a few days, she could see results.  Within weeks, she would be in the best condition of her life.

Master used her sexually with great frequency, and often without notice.  At times she would be cleaning or performing some other chore, and he would slip behind her and thrust his cock into her.  Sometimes she would hold steady or bend over to accomodate him.  In other cases, he would insist she continue her task while he fucked her. 

More frequently, he simply used his hands to squeeze her breasts; to pinch or slap her ass; to pull her hair; to grab her by the throat; or thrust his fingers into her pussy, ass or throat.

He could maul or molest her whenever and however he chose.

She came to understand there was nothing she could do to either prevent or encourage him.  Any resistance on her part resulted in a stiff punishment.  She was in a constant state of fear.  Fear of punishment, but even more strongly, a fear of disappointing him.

Despite or because of all this, she never considered escaping.  Even in the initial days, the realization that she had missed her shift at the diner and simply gone missing was a fleeting thought.

The only thing which disturbed her was the belief that no one would notice her disappearance.  She would lose her job, but everyone would assume she had simply moved on as so many girls had done before her.  The landlord was paid up for the next month, and with some cash under his door for next month's rent, any suspicion or concern could be delayed indefinately.  There were no friends or family to investigate.  Nicole had vanished without a trace, and no one would notice.

If anything, this empowered her.  This was her new life, and there was no going back.  She was going to be noticed in this life, even if it was to be exploited.

It was through this complete surrender that she now understood the beauty and pride in being a slave.

The first few days they were all alone at Master Redding's remote mansion.  However, he made no secret that he was not her true master, and that he was training her to be sold.  Therefore she was expecting others to join them.  Yet she was surprised by Master's first guest.

Nicole was in the dungeon, cleaning and polishing Mr. Redding's whips and other toys, and did not hear the front door.  She was on her knees scrubbing the floor when Master entered the room.

"Here she is.  Right where she belongs, on her knees in the dungeon."

Nicole turned her head to see her master grinning at an elegant woman she estimated to be in her moid-40s.  The woman had a professional and commanding presence.

The woman walked over to Nicole and raised her chin to look her directly in the eye.  She then proceeded to examine the kneeling slave.  She casually ran her hand over the body, gently squeezing the breasts, buttocks, and various other parts.

Nicole looked at her master who only smiled in return.  She had been instructed in how to present herself for inspection.  Although it was humiliating to be touched by another woman, she held her place.

"She's very pretty, and quite responsive as well.". The woman remarked.  To emphasize she inserted two fingers into Nicole's pussy, and withdrew them glistening with sexual juice.

Nicole buried her head, betrayed by her own body.

"Would you care for some coffee?", Mr. Redmond asked the lady.

"That would be lovely."

"Let's go to the lounge.  Cream and sugar, right?"

The lady nodded, "Unless she is lactating."

"No I'm sorry, she's not like your Suzanne.  I will leave it to her new master or mistress to breed her, and I don't believe in giving the hormone treatment."

Master escorted the lady out of the room, and turned to his kneeling slave.  "Nicole."

The implication was clear.  Master was expecting her to serve coffee in the lounge.  This meant she would only have a short reprieve from the woman's stroking hands and purusing eyes.  She could hear them conversing as they walked down the hall.

"Actually I sold Suzanne.  She's now a permanent milker on a farm upstate."

"Really, you converted her."

"Well technically her new master converted her...

When Nicole arrived in the lounge with their coffees, they barely acknowledged her, and were continuing their conversation.

"How did you find a slave that was already lactating."

"Her previous owners were a couple that bred her.  They wanted a baby, and once she had given birth, the wife was eager to get rid of her."

Nicole listened to what they were saying, and to the tone of their voices.  They were like old friends catching up.  Their discussion of breeding, milking, and other means of objectifying a slave seemed entirely natural to them.  Nicole was about to kneel when the lady stopped her.

"Please remain standing, I enjoy looking over your body."

Nicole stood still wirh legs apart, eyes downward, and arms behind her back.  Master had her practice this pose many times.  Yet right now, he was letting the nysterios lady take charge.

"Pet, I am glad to see you are responding to my guest's commands.  Lady Stewart has been a mistress for many years, and she has offered to inspect you and provide some guidance in your training.  You should be greatly honoured that she will spend some of her valuable time to instruct you."

"Thank you master."

"No, thank her."

"Yes sir.  Sorry sir.  Thank you mistress."

She raised her eyes enough to see that Lady Stewart was staring at her and smiling.  She desperately wished she could be excused, but knew that wasn't going to happen.

"You have never been with another woman have you?"

"No mistress". Nicole trembled as the question implied that she would be with a woman now.  She had no hidden desires for sex with another woman.

"There are things a woman can teach you about yourself which a man will never understand".  She ran her hand over Nicole's body.

Once again, Nicole's body betrayed her.  Even as she was silently praying for some escape, her nipples became erect and her body tingled.

"…And men always enjoy watching two women together".  She rubbed her other hand over Master's obviously erect penis through his pants.

"Bend over my knee.  I want to molest you, and I believe you will be far more relaxed with your master's cock in your mouth.  You'll certainly be more attractive that way."

Nicole was shocked that this woman would speak to her like this.  Yet more disturbing was her own instictive response, to bend over Lady Stewart's knee with her ass presented directly before the mistress, exactly as ordered.  A week earlier she would have cursed the woman and walked out. 

Master pulled his cock out, and Nicole immediately took it into her mouth.  Focusing on her Master's cock distracted her as the lady began to alternatively spank and finger her.

Lady Stewart had expert fingers, and was arousing her in a manner no man had ever achieved.  Without Master's cock in her mouth she would be crying out in ecstasy.  Instead, all her passion went into sucking his cock.

He responded to her passion, and despite his best efforts to hold back, was fast approaching orgasm.  She sucked him deep, gagging on his cock.  And still, she had the imagination to flick her tongue along the sensitive skin at the base of his penis.  He shot his load deep into her throat, and she swallowed every drop.

With his cock released, Nicole began to moan uncontrollably.  Mistress now had four fingers inside her pussy, and a thumb inside her ass.  Her other hand tightly squeezed Nicole's nipples.

"May I have permission to cum Master," Nicole pleaded.

He looked to Lady Stewart, prolonging Nicole's agony.  The Lady smiled and nodded her head.

"You have my permission pet."

She cried out in climax the instant permission was given.

Nicole was still catching her breath when Lady Stewart removed her hand and pushed her to the ground.

"You appear adept at pleasuring men.  Now I want you to pleasure me".  Lady Stewart removed her panties, raised her skirt and sat back with her knees spread wide apart.

Nicole knelt before Lady Stewart waiting as she removed her panties.  Her mind wandered in all directions trying to find an escape from what she was now now expected to do.  She stared forward at the now exposed pussy like a deer in the headlights until Mistresses hand pushed her head into the awaiting crotch.

On instinct alone, she began to lick, deep and long.  With mistress' hand gripping her hair, there was no pulling back.  The musk of another woman was surprisingly intoxicating.  She began to flick her tongue over the clit.  And once the Lady's juices began to flow, she lapped it up greadily.  Mistress was clearly becoming more excited as she was now gasping and gripping Nicole's hair even harder.

Licking another woman was totally different than servicing a man.  The Lady's pleasure came in waves, and kept on going.  And despite having no desires to be with another woman, she knew how to pleasure her.  The more Lady Stewart moaned, the more she wanted to drive her over the edge.  Her jaw ached from all the licking and sucking, but like everything else it was lost in the moment.

She did manage to elicit that one huge climax.  Mistress screamed with pleasure, and nearly pulled Nicole's hair out as she pulled the slave into her.

Lady Stewart caught her breath and petted the girl kneeling before her.  "That was very good dear.  Are you certain you have never done this before?"

Nicole smiled, oddly proud of her ability to pleasure another woman.  "No mistress, never."

The Lady turned to Mr. Redmond, who was now grinning like a Cheshire cat, "A nice choice.  She is a natural slave, as only a natural slave can become so consumed by the pleasure of others.  With some further training, she should sell for a good price."

Turning back to Nicole, she ordered, "Now go prepare lunch for us."

Nicole scurried off, happy that she was making such a good impression.  Master and Lady Stewart continued to converse in the lounge.  They were still in animated discussion when Nicole returned with a platter of assorted sandwichs.

The Lady stared at Nicole, observing her movements, and scrutinizing her appearance.  She turned to Mr. Redmond,  "Where are her shoes?"

"I took all of her clothes."

"Not the shoes she came with, but some heels".  Seeing the blank stare in return, she stood up and walked out to the car.

Returning, she grapped Nicole by the hand.  "Come," and led her to the bedroom.

They returned to the lounge some time later where Mr. Redmond was engrossed in his computer.  Nicole staggered slightly, struggling with the height of the heels.

"Stand here, hands behind your head."

Lady Stewart sat down on the sofa next to Master Stewart and they both scrutinized the naked slave before them.

"You men never understand how to prepare a woman.  A slave needs high heels; the higher the better.  It tightens their calf muscles, raises their buttocks and forces them to arch their back.  Best of all, it forces them to walk slowly and sway their hips.  In short, they are inviting sex and they are unable to escape.  Lock her hands behind her, gag her, and she would be completely helpless while being fully accessible."

Mr. Redmond nodded his agreement, and appreciated the way the heels accentuated Nicole's body.  He was already thinking how great it would be to bend her over and fuck her in the ass.

Nicole stood at attention, wondering what she thought of being objectified in this manner.  Yet the more she thought about it, the more she realized that even she didn't care about her opinion.  All that mattered was that the Lady and the Master were pleased with their sex object.

She stood at attention for quite some time being observed.  Master and Lady Stewart continued to observe her as they conversed about various slaves and some new training practices.  The variety of ways a young woman, or man, could be exploited was overwhelming.  Nicole listened in silence, trying to understand this new world she had fallen into like Alice down the rabbit hole.  Yet as time passed, more and more of her concentration was directed to simply standing still.  With these extremely high heels, she was practically standing on her tip toes, and her leg muscles ached.  Her shoulders ached with her arms held behind her back.  Her balance was starting to falter, and she began to sweat with the strain.  Eventually, her muscles gave out, and she stumbled forward onto her knees, almost falling on Lady Stewart.

Master was livid.  "How dare you humiliate me in front of my guest!"

He grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her to her feet.  Looking to Lady Stewart and then back to his slave.  "I believe some punishment is in order."

Nicole was then pulled by her hair in the direction of the dungeon.  Wearing those heels, and her muscles stiff as they were, she offered no resistance.

In the dungeon she was quicky strapped down to the Stephen's Cross with her back exposed.  Master proceeded to whip her harshly.  He started with the riding crop, and then moved onto the whip.

She hadn't been whipped this harshly since her first night.  Despite herself, she began to cry out and beg for mercy.  Her pleas only made him whip harder.  By the end, tears streamed down her face and she screamed out with every blow.  Her back, ass and legs were red and striped.

She was left chained up, as Master and Lady went upstairs for dinner.  Initially, Nicole barely noticed the passage of time.  She had nearly passed out from the punishment she had received, and was still weary.  Yet as the hours passed, she became increasingly anxious.

Master Redmond released her without a word and led her upstairs.  It was night time, and apparently Lady Stewart was gone.  He allowd Nicole to clean hersellf, and he applied some ointment to her backside.  They continued to remain silent as they prepared for bed.

"Are you still upset with me Master?" Nicole knew it was inappropriate to speak without permission, but she was really nervous at this point.

He petted her head.  "No slave, you performed well today.  You even gave us an excuse to whip you, which we both very much wanted to do."

She lay down to sleep, but her mind was all abuzz.  She was relieved that master was not upset with her.  However, she had to accept that in her new life, people took pleasure in her pain and degredation.

Chapter 5

Her routine stepped up in the days which followed.  Master was very strict, punishing her for the slightest infraction.  It seemed like she was being tested.

It was therefore a cause for excitement when Master put a thin dress on her, a lead on her collar, and led her out to the car.  It had been nearly 3 weeks since she had arrived, and she had never worn clothes the entire time.  It felt strange wearing clothes again, even this skimpy dress which didn't leave much to the imagination.

Master Redmond noticed her strange look at the dress.  "Don't worry pet, we'll have you naked again once we reach the club.  Unfortunately, public decency laws don't permit a woman to be naked while driving on the highways."

She smiled, and laughed inwardly.  Although she was not sure what was so amusing; his apologetic tone or that she did feel uncomfortable with clothes.

Enroute he explained that she was expected to be on her best behaviour and that the slightest infraction would be punished.  There would be a number of masters and mistresses present, and they all had the right to use and torment her as they wished.  There would also be other slaves, likely naked as she would be, and she was not to become distracted.  He emphasized that some of the male slaves were quite attractive, but to pay them any attention would upset their mistresses.  "Remember I said at the beginning that I was only training you for a new position.  Well, consider this your job interview."

A little over an hour later, they arrived at the club.  They were back in the city but Nicole did not recognize the area.  The club was an elegant old building with wood panelling, expensive rugs, and antique lamps which provided the rooms with a warm glow.

They were greeted at the entrance by a well dressed man which Nicole estimated to be in his late 50s.  "Master Redmond, wonderful to see you again."

"Hello Master Carlton.  Let me present my latest slave, Nicole." He undressed her as he spoke.

She stood up straight, with arms behind her back and eyes averted.    As expected, Master Carlton inspected her.  He ran his hands over her body, turning her, and bending her over to access her most intimate parts.  She remained perfectly docile, as she was meant to be.

"Very nice," Mater Carlton commented to Master Redmond.  "Everything is in order for tomorrow."

"Excellent." Master shook their host's hand and proceeded into the club with his slave on a lead.

Nicole was in awe of this place.  She had never in her young life seen such opulent furnishings.  Elegantly dressed men and women sat in leather seated chairs or sofas, or mingled at the bar.  A multitude of slaves dotted the room, mostly naked, sometimes restrained, and occassionally wearing a chastity device.  Often the slaves knelt or stood at attention before their masters or mistresses where they could be fondled or squeezed.  Many were busy giving oral pleasure to their owners.

A young female slave, bent over a bench in the corner, was being whipped severely.  She whimpered and cried but made no effort to protect herself. Spectators watched with only faint interest, delighting in her suffering.

A well built male slave was on all fours at the opposite end of the room.  His mistress, wearing a sexy black leather corset and an enormous strap-on, was thrusting into his ass with force.

Nicole remembered that she was not supposed to be distracted, but it was extremely difficult.  It was the quintessential, "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain" command; a command she was bound to fail.

As Master had indicated in the car, her fellow slaves were all so beautiful.  Yet perhaps it was a sign of her new submission, but she found the masters, and even the mistresses, far more attractive.  She longed to please them.

Master settled in at the bar, enjoying a fine scotch.  He ordered Nicole to stand looking outwards from the bar so that everyone could see her body.

It appeared that Master was well known here.  Several masters and mistresses stopped to talk with him.  They examined her, some for the simple pleasure of touching her, and others were quite thorough.  A few seemed to know about her, and discussed her openly with Master Redmond.

Mr. Redmond clearly welcomed their inquiries and invited the use of his slave.  As degrading as this was, Nicole knew better than to speak up or resist.  It was odd to hear complete strangers discuss her body and sexuality as if she was not even there.  Yet Master had insisted over the past weeks that she learn to accept her objectification.

Standing as she was, she could see the faces of the masters and mistresses as they fondled her.  She remained passive, and kept her eyes downcast, hiding her emotions.  However, it was difficult to contain herself.  With hands all over her body, squeezing her nibbles and rubbing her clit, she was becoming quite aroused.

Nicole still had a good view of the club.  Despite her best intentions, she could not help looking at the gorgeous male slave standing at a table opposite her.  His huge cock was idly being stroked by his mistress who sat next to him.

A blonde woman kneeling on a nearby pedestal was moaning heavily as a group of men lined up to fuck her in turn.  Her huge breasts swayed beneath her with each thrust.

A middle-aged woman with long black hair, dark brown eyes and a very stern gaze was now examining Nicole.  With one hand, she was expertly playing with Nicole's pussy.  Her other hand raised Nicole's chin so she could stare into her eyes.

"How is her self control?  Particularly responding to pleasure?"

It was an appropriate question as Nicole was struggling not to climax under the waves of pleasure she was now receiving.

"I would say it is something she has struggled with, but she has responded well to training." Mr. Redmond responded.

Nicole understood she was being tested, and struggled to contain herself.  With the woman' s inquiring eyes staring into hers, and those beautiful lips smiling at her, it was hard to even breath.  She wanted to kiss those lips, sink into her embrace, and moan with ecstasy. 

Instead, she passed the test.  The mistress removed her hand from Nicole's pussy, leaving her frustrated on the edge of releases.  The cries and moans from the blond being fucked nearby evoked envy in her.

The mistress, with Master's approval, led Nicole to a wall and shackled her arms and legs so she was stretched out facing the wall.  A selection of whips, paddles, riding crops, and other toys hung from the wall beside her.  When Mistress selected a riding crop, it was obvious what was coming next.

The crop lashed her backside, but Nicole steadied herself to endure more.  She knew that any movement from her would only warrant a more severe punishment.  A crowd mingled nearby, enjoying the spectacle.

The mistress stopped and caressed her buttocks.  "She reddens nicely," she remarked to Master Redmond, and to whoever cared to listen.

"Can we use the cane on her?  I would like to see if it breaks the skin?" An unknown male voice inquired from the crowd.

"Not tonight, she needs to be unmarkarked for tomorrow.  However, I can show some pictures from her whippings.  She marks quite nicely, and her skin is quite resilient" Mr. Redmond responded.

This raised two questions for Nicole.  One, when did Master take pictures of her?  Yet more importantly, what was going to happen tomorrow?  She could only ponder in silence as she stood shackled to the wall.

The mistress provided some distraction as she continued to stroke Nicole's sore ass and fingered her sex.

Master Redmond, apparently bored by the display, untied her and reattached her leash.  She was then led about the room.  Master mingled amongst his fellow patrons, while his slave was fondled and inspected.

At an end table, a master sat with his beautiful slave kneeling before him.  It was a scene repeated a dozen times over, except Nicole thought she recognized her fellow slave.  The slave didn't regard Nicole in return, but did give some notice of Master Redmond; as much as a slave could be permitted. Master Redmond approached the table, and was welcomed to sit down.

"Master Daniels, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you.  I see the slave trade is still treating you well." He gazed at Nicole.

"Yes indeed.  I trust Krystal has been treating you well."

The senior man petted his beautiful slave.  "Very well."

It was then that Nicole recognized her.  She was one of Master's previous pets.  Her portrait hung in Master's lounge along with the other slave sisters which had inspired her.  Now, kneeling at her new owner's feet, she looked so much more beautiful in person.

Krystal observed Nicole in return.  She recognized her, not personally, but as Master Redmond's latest pet.

"You know it's been a while since Karyn has had sex with another woman.  Perhaps they could entertain us."

"Splendid idea.  Nicole has only been with one other woman, and could use the experience,"

Far from her initial reluctance with Lady Stewart,  Nicole was getting excited.  This was going to be with one of her sister pets, a beautiful presence which had guided and inspired her over the past few weeks.

Karyn eyed the new girl, anxious to put her sensuality to the test.

They were led to a raised platform with a padded top, some pillows and various toys.  They climbed onto the stage, nervous as actresses on opening night.

They didn't hesitate, and immediately embraced one another.  Master Redmond stood to the side, looking on like a producer, hoping the audience enjoyed the show.  The two slaves french kissed, delighting in the attention they were gaining.

Krystal's hand delved into Nicole's moist pussy.  Nicole parted her legs as wide as possible to give her full access, and their audience a good view.

Nicole attended to her partner's ample breasts; squeezing and pinching the nipples.  She lowered her head to suck on these fleshy pearls.  Karyn leaned her head back, thrusting her breasts into the suckling mouth.

Nicole then surprised Master Redmond by pulling Karyn's hair and pushing her onto her back.  Her hands were promptly pinned over her head.  Like any natural slave, Karyn was quite content to be pinned down and her legs thrust apart.

Nicole kissed her deeply and then pulled back before she could reciprocate.  Nicole nibbled on her ears, eliciting moans from the helpless girl.  She then moved onto the neck, with long licks and sucking which produced bright red hickies.  She inched her way down, kiss by kiss, to those lovely round breasts.  Once again, she sucked hard on the nipples, and bit down on them lightly.  She pulled with her teeth, stretching the nipples, and eliciting a gasp of both pain and pleasure from the girl pinned down beneath her.

Master Redmond was overjoyed.  Nicole had never exhibited this kind of aggressiveness before.  Yet now that her raw sexuality was free to be explored with a fellow slave, she was putting on quite a show.  And with several prospective buyers watching the display, her timing could not have been more perfect. 

Nicole edged further down her fellow slave's body, finding the glistening wet pussy.  Her tongue dove into it with the same animal ferosity. 

Karyn was a quivering mass of sweat and moans.  Her nipples were squeezed, and her clit was flicked over and over again by an expert tongue. And all the while, a group of people gathered around her to enjoy every twitch of her naked body, and every moan that passed her lips.

The only thing which worried Master Redmond was that Nicole may have forgotten her place.  He decided to test it.  From where he stood her tight ass, still red from the whipping she received earlier, was right in front of him.  He reached forward and fingered her pussy.

Nicole knew she was surrounded by masters and mistresses.  She didn't know whose hand molested her, but she welcomed it.  By parting her legs further and arching her back, she gave the mysterios hand greater access.  Her audience was also treated to an excellent view of her dripping wet pussy.

The stimulation enhanced her passion for licking Karyn's cunt, driving her over the edge.  Karyn's scream of ecstasy ignited the room.

Yet far from sated, she knelt up and pulled Nicole onto herself.  The two kissed passionately, savouring the taste of Karyn's sex between them.

At Karyn's request, Nicole turned around and lowered her pussy onto Karyn's waiting mouth.  She gasped as the tongue darted into her.  She then lowered her head to resume licking Karyn.  The pussy was still wet, and had the strong aroma of her recent orgasm.

The spectators were delighted with the show.  Several slaves were directed to kneel before their master or mistress to relieve their mounting arousal.  The scent of sex hung in the air.

Nicole and Karyn 69'd one another; opening their bodies to further pleasure, and rubbing against each other.  As they were both trained in the art of pleasure, they both hit exactly the right spots.  Normally they were required to restrain themselves and focus only on their owner's commands, and their owner’s pleasure.  Fortunately, there were no such constraints now, and the crowd delighted in their gasps and moans.  It was not long before they were both crying out in orgasm.

With a nod between them, Masters Redmond and Master Daniels mounted the small stage.  They seperated the two exhausted slaves and positioned them on all fours, face to face.  There was a murmur of excitement in the crowd as the two men positioned themselves behind their respective slave.  Following their slaves' tantalizing display their cocks were hard and ready to go.  They penetrated the slaves with one hard thrust.

Face to face, the girls watched on another being penetrated as their own sensitive cunts were filled.  They moaned, and staring into the other's eyes, saw the same submission they dreamed of for themselves.  They kissed one another; even encircling their tongues in a french kiss when they could steady themselves.  The masters thrust into them with such force that all they could do was brace themselves and gasp for air and pleasure.

The crowd cheered them on, and took pleasure in their own slaves, creating a mini orgy in the audience.  The performers, lost in their own pleasure, paid little heed to their surroundings.

Masters Daniels and Redmond came at nearly the same time, and climbed off the stage, completely fulfilled.  The slaves lay down on the stage, completely exhausted.

With the show over, the crowd dissipated.  Nicole noted one exception.   An older gentleman, likely in his late 50s, continued to stare at her from a nearby table.  He was well dressed and quite handsome for an older man and she smiled at him.  He nodded and continued to admire her body.  It appeared that he had been watching her for some time.

A short time later, their masters returned with drinks in hand and thoroughly relaxed.  Master Daniels led Karyn off the stage, and exited the club.  The club was thinning out as the evening came to a close.

Master led Nicole to the basement, where Master Carlton who had greeted them at the entrance awaited them.  She was directed to use the toilet where she sat in the open before them.  Their host then opened a small cage which she was directed to crawl into.  She barely had enough room to lay down or turn around.  The gate door locked behind her.

"Don't worry pet, you'll be safe here tonight.  Master Carlton has a monitor, in case there is any emergency." The two masters exited the room, with only a faint light from the hallway to illuminate the dungeon in shadows. 

Nicole wanted to cry out and beg for mercy, but understood there would be no reprieve from the darkness.  She had been accustomed to being alone prior to meeting Master Redmond but now she longed to sleep at his feet.

In the silence, she recalled the events of the day, and pondered what was in store for tomorrow.  Clearly something important was planned, but no one was telling.  With her mind in turmoil, and childish fear of this dark cage, she didn't expect to sleep.  However, it was not long before fatigue overtook her and she was sound asleep.

Chapter 6

Nicole was awakened by Master Carlton in the morning.  He released her, allowed her to use the toilet, and directed her to the shower.  She was advised to be especially thorough this morning, and was provided with a lovely perfumed soap, shampoo and conditioner.  After the 'exertions' of the previous night and sleeping in a cage, the hot shower felt wonderful.

She was then ordered to lie on a bench where Mr. Carlton gave her a body wax.  It was a torment she was unaccustomed to, but she couldn't argue with how smooth her skin felt afterwards.

An older female slave appeared, and guided Nicole to a salon-style chair.  Nicole sat patiently as the naked slave proceeded to trim and style her hair.  Next came a pedicure and manicure.

Nicole would ordinarily be in awe of all this pampering.  However she was nervous about whatever she was obviously being prepared for.  The fact that her fellow slave never said a word, made it more unnerving.  Clearly, she was to remain silent as well.

Her make-up was being done when Master Redmond arrived.  He looked her over, scrutionizing her appearance.  He still hadn't said a word, and the silence was really starting to get to her.

"Nice work Claire." Master patted the other slaves bum, and she smiled in response.  He then exited, leaving Nicole's preparation in Claire's capable hands.

Master  re-emerged as the finishing touches were being done.  Nicole couldn't recall ever looking so beautiful.  She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and slowly twirled before her master.  He looked on appreciately; enjoying her beauty and her complete comfort at being naked.  The finishing touch was a decorative collar which Master Redmond placed upon her, replacing the training collar she had worn for weeks.

She was then led out into the club on a leash. 

The setting was very different from the previous evening.  The crowd was much smaller than the night before, and they were all sitting at one end of the room, surrounding a small platform.  On the stage a naked Asian woman was being announced.  Nicole couldn't hear what was being said, but it was clear the woman was being appraised.

The Asian woman was led off stage, where 3 other female slaves and 1 naked male stood waiting.  Nicole was then led to the stage by Master Redmond.  He removed her leash and then directed her to stand with arms behind her back.

Master Carlton was the master of ceremonies apparently.  "And finally we have a local slave, found and trained by our own Master Redmond," he announced to the crowd.

Nicole was so nervous, standing naked before this collection of rich men and women that she struggled to remain steady.  It was now apparent what all the preparations were meant for.  Her moment of truth had arrived; she was being sold.

It was happening without warning, and she could not even look towards Master Redmond.  There would be no begging for mercy, or release from these prying eyes.  Her chance at freedom had passed long ago, but she did realize this until now.

"As many of you know, Master Redmond has a fine reputation for preparing female pleasure slaves," Master Carlton continued.  His words seemed distant, and dream-like to Nicole as she stood like a deer caught in the headlights.  "Nicole here is no exception.  She has volunteered to become a slave, and has been trained in various pleasure techniques.  As some of you witnessed last night, she is quite passionate and eager to please."

"Trained to be docile and compliant, one can use this beautifully proportioned body in whichever manner you desire.  She accepts punishments, restraints, and humiliation without complaint."

"I invite you to inspect her in great detail.  All of our slaves will now be invited to mingle with the crowd so you can look and feel them.  As per our tradition at the Roissey club, written offers will be submitted to the front table."

Master Redmond re-appeared from the shadows and guided her into the audience, accepting her 'invitation'.  Hands felt her body from all directions.  A mixture of voices and sensations encircled her, making her dizzy. 

It was nearly impossible for her to discern any faces in the crowd.  Yet as her nerves began to settle, and she accepted her position as she had from the beginning, it was possible to truly see the scene at which she was a central player.

She even recognized a familiar face.  Mistress Stewart appeared nearby, guiding one of the other female slaves through the crowd for appraisal.  Her charge, a buxom brunnette, smiled at the masters and mistresses which inspected her.  Noticing Nicole's recognition, Mistress Stewart winked at her and then disappeared into the crowd with her slave in tow.

Nicole's attention was redirected to a more immediate recognition.  The elder man who had stared at her the previous evening stood directly in front of her.  He had the same inquisitive eyes which peered into hers.  He gently stroked her breasts, observing the feel of her skin and the expression on her face.  She smiled at him, enjoying his gentle touch.  It would appear that this gesture told him everything he needed to know.

To her side, Master Redmond was discussing her attributes to a prospective master.  "Yes, she marks quite nicely.  Here are some photos you may find of interest."

Nicole could not hear the inquiries clearly, but she understood the response to some degree.  "No, I've never done anything of that sort.  I don't like to permanently mark my slaves, as she is meant to be sold."

Once again only hearing one side of the conversation, she was startled to hear Master Redmond's next response.  "Perhaps she is not what you are looking for.  I enslaved her for her naturally submissive nature.  She will do whatever you order her to do, and I believe all slaves need periodic discipline, but she is not a pain slut."

This frank appraisal seemed to please many of the masters and mistresses which surrounded her, even as it turned the one master away.

A middle aged woman standing to her side was now stroking her hair and smiling at her like a cat and its toy.  The hand gently trailed down her back, tickling her sensitive skin.  Reaching down between Nicole's legs, she abruptly thrust two fingers into the the pussy to find it moist and ready.

Nicole gasped slightly, but held her place.  She wanted to kiss this woman, but only smiled as she was fondled.  Her breath quickened, forcing her breasts to heave out in rythm.

The woman apparently was pleased with her reactions as she smiled at Nicole.  And then satisfying Nicole's secret craving leaned in and kissed her.  Nicole returned the kiss with passion.

The woman was gone as quickly as she had appeared.  And within moments, a new set of hands replaced hers on Nicole's body.

At the periphery of her vision, she could see the elder master who had appraised her earlier.  He was standing at a table to the side of the stage writing something.  She noticed that he was talking to Master Carlton.

It then donned on her what was happening.  She turned her head to look at Master Redmond.  He had also observed the front table. He nodded and smiled to Nicole, confirming her suspicion.  She had received her first bid.

It was hard for her to know what to think.  With an actual bid, this was no longer a game.  Yet at the same time, having one bid assured her of her desirabiliy.  She had succeeded at being sold, the goal Master Redmond had instilled in her over the past few weeks.  The elder man had beautiful soft eyes, and she could imagine herself being very happy serving as his pet.

Her nerves were at a fever pitch.  The hands which explored her body, roved over her skin and nerves like a roller coaster.

Nicole then noticed the mistress which had played with her at the front table.  Apparently, she was receiving a 2nd bid.

She contined to 'mingle' in the crowd, receiving the attention of a variety of masters and mistresses.  Being turned in all directions, she lost track of the front table.  She was also losing all sense of time.

She was therefore somewhat confused, but also releaved when Master Redmond guided her to a quiet side room.

"You are doing very well pet." The first words he had spoken to her all day.  Part of her wanted to scream at him for the wall of silence.  The other part of her sensed this would be their last moments together; alone with the man who had changed her life.

"Who are they?"

"Who?"

"The master and mistress who bid on me.  And was there anyone else?"

He was pleased that her curiosity and pride were getting the best of her.  It showed an eagerness to serve, and in this cae, to be sold.

"You have received a number of bids, but it appears that those two are the lead contenders.  They have both sent counter offers."

"I don't know them all that well.  He is a wealthy financier, and comes from old money.  As I understand it, keeping a slave or at the very least a mistress, is part of the family tradition.  He's divorced, I believe.  Yet regardless, he will spend most of his free time playing with you."

"The mistress I know less about.  I know she's married, and they own a chain of restaurants and various properties.  She's relatively new to the scene, so I don't know her tastes.  The husband has never come to one of our events that I know of.  Most times, couples buy a slave to spice up their relationship or they want her to bear their child."

"Not to worry though, the owners are vetted as well, so you will never be endangered."

"Do you have a preference master?"

"No pet.  I trust in the process, and so can you."

With that simple exchange, they exited the room and re-entered the club.  The mood was more subdued as they once again gathered around the stage.  Nicole was led to the side of the stage where her fellow slaves were standing.

There was a general sense of anticipation as Master Carlton took the stage.

"Thank you everyone for your patience.  All of the offers have been reviewed, and all of our beautiful slaves have a new home.  We will not be announcing the terms, but all details are available at the front table."

"We will break with the rules of chivalry and ask Eric to come up first.". There were minor chuckles at Master Carlton's lame pun as Eric stepped onto the stage.

"Eric will now use his fine muscular body in tribute to Mistress Ariel." A rather stern looking woman, wearing a black business suit and skirt, mounted the stage.  The audience applauded politely as she led Eric off the stage.

Next up was a beautiful latino, who was sold to a middle aged man.  The fact that he carried a light cane with him did not bode well for the poor girl.

Mistress Stewart's buxom pet was the next on stage.  There appeared to be a great deal of interest in her, judging from the murmuring in the crowd.  Apparently she was accustomed to being sold, as she continued to smile and did not appear the least bit nervous. In the end, she was sold to a middle-aged man.  He was obviously wealthy, but not overly attractive.  His new slave didn't seem to care as she was happy to be led off on a leash.

A tall blonde woman was then brought to the stage.  She was the polar opposite of her woman who had preceded her; young, thin with small breasts, and visibly unnerved by the proceedings.  She was bought by one of the younger masters in the crowd; a lanky fellow who seemed ill at ease in formal attire and social functions.

Nicole looked on nervously as the Asian girl was led to the stage, leaving her alone on the side.  The Asian girl didn't seem to be following the words, but did not appear disturbed by the proceedings.  The tall, well built man who purchased her was a sharp contrast to her small frame.  He would likely tare her open when he penetrated her, which was no doubt part of the appeal.

A lump was in Nicole's throat as she was led onto the stage.  Master Carlton's voice seemed to be a million miles away as he announced her.  She peered into the audience.  All eyes were now upon her, delighting in her young naked body.  Initially the faces were a blur, but then two became quite distinct.  The master and mistress who had appraised her earlier stared at her with intent, listening keenly to Master Carlton's words.  The hunger in their eyes both excited and scared Nicole.

She didn't hear Master Carlton pronounce her fate, even though he stood only a few feet away.  Rather she saw the young mistress rise to her feet with a look of excitement.  Nicole waited in stunned silence as her new mistress came to the stage and claimed her.  She noted the smile on Master Redmond's face as she was led out of the room into her new life.

Epilogue

Nicole had no idea where she was going, as they boarded a private plane.  It was only a short flight, on which she spent most of her time kneeling before her mistress.  Mistress stroked and squeezed her new plaything.  And once she was thoroughly aroused, she ordered Nicole to lick her.  Any reservations Nicole once had about lesbianism had long since passed, and she delighted in the musky taste of another woman's sex.

Her new home, on the outskirt of a city she did not know, was a huge, modern day marvel.  Its marble flooring, steel beams and large windows, were a huge contrast to Master Redmond's Victorian mansion.  They were both equally exotic and pleasing to the eye.

She was excited to meet her new master, and mistress seemed equally excited to be showing off their new toy.  He was in his mid- 40s and quite handsome.

It wasn't long before Nicole was directed to the bedroom, sandwiched between them on the bed.  She sucked his cock while Mistress fingered her.  She streched out to give them access to her body, which they took full advantage of.  Master had a large cock which filled her mouth to her delight.  She imagined what it would be like to be penetrated, but it did not take long for her to wonder.

Apparently he had been waiting anxiously at home, while Mistress attended the slave auction.  He now thrust into her with abandon, releasing his pent up desire.  Mistress seemed equally aroused to hear her slave crying out with her husband's cock deep inside her.

He groaned with one last deep thrust and came.  He then rolled off to the side, panting.

Nicole had no respite though, as Mistress turned her over onto her hands and knees and thrust into the wet cunt with a strap-on.  The dildo was as large as Master's cock, and Mistress fucked her with the same force.  Her sense of being filled intensified as Mistress lubricated her ass and guided the dildo in.  It left Nicole gasping for breath, even with her slave training.

Master lay to the side, enjoying the show, and fondling her breasts which swayed beneath her.  He was quickly recovering his breath and his sexual stamina.  His penis was once again stiff and ready for action.

Noting her husband's arousal, Mistress relented and directed Nicole to mount him.  Even in her exhausted state, Nicole loved his thick cock, and didn't hesitate to impale herself upon it.

She was startled however when Mistress' strap-on pressed against her anus once again.  With no where to go, she could only remain still with Master's cock deep inside her and Mistress stretched her ass.  Mistress buried the cock deep inside her, its hardness rubbing against Master's penis through the vaginal wall.

With Mistress on top, she thrust into her slave.  Master lay below, delighting as his cock was rubbed and squeezed within her cunt with every thrust.  Their slave was like a rag doll in his arms.  Her breasts bounced against him, and her nipples were hard as gems.

Nicole moaned and gasped with every stroke.  She had never imagined being so completely filled.  Sweat dribbled off her body, blending with the body heat of her owners.  Without permission she climaxed in quick succession.

Master and mistress had tremendous endurance, continuing to fuck her long and hard.  The nub of the strap-on rubbed Mistress' clit, bringing her to climax.  Master orgasmed shortly afterwards. 

The three of them collapsed into a heap of intertwined limbs.  Master and Mistress kissed passionately.  They looked into one another's eyes, and then to their slave who lay before them.  Their smiles and sexual fulfillment confirmed their pleasure with their new aquisition.

In the days and weeks that followed, Nicole learned a great deal about Master and Mistress Young.  They had a strong sexual appetite, but a busy schedule which strained their relationship.  Nicole was often serving one of them while awaiting their partner's return from the office.  Their hectic schedule and work life was a regular source of frustration for them.  A frustration they released by tormenting their slave.

A few months into her new life, Nicole was brought to the office of Master and Mistress Young.  She was required to dress for the occassion; a now unfamiliar sensation.  It was not clear what was expected of her in a public environment, so she maintained her silence unless she was addressed directly.  If Master or Mistress acknowledged her, which they rarely did, she was simply referred to as their personal assistant or maid.  While some may have suspected there was more to this story, no one said a word.

Yet as she began to look at the company letterhead, marketing material, and various other things around the office, she found something very familar.  At first, it didn't register why.  When it did, she began to giggle inspite of herself.

She was alone in the office of Mistress Young when it struck her.  Mistress looked at her, clearly puzzled by the behaviour of her generally well-trained slavegirl.   Nicole could barely get a word out amidst her fits of laughter.

"You own the Smitty's restaurant chain."

Mistress Young was not certain why this was funny, and was starting to get upset.

"That's where Master Redmond found me," Nicole continued.  "...  working the night shift at a Smitty's diner.  I went with him so he could give me a new life, out of my dead end job.  And now," she was laughing hysterically so that her words were barely coherent.  "Now, I'm back at Smitty's."

Even Mistress Young appreciated the irony.  She hugged her well trained slavegirl and burst out laughing herself.

THE END