DAY ONE
The trip had taken several hours, with many twisting turns, stopping, and bumpy
roads. I was unloaded as soon as we arrived at the compound. It felt really good
to stand up straight. The spreader bar collapsed and was removed from my ankles.
My arms were reattached to my waistband. I was lead across several yards of soft
sandy soil. A shackle chain was attached to one ankle loop and then run up and
through a loop in my waistband. The chain was then measured for length; a stride
and not one link more. Then attached to loop of my other ankle.
I was lead through a doorway and into a cool, no, cold room. Someone took hold
of my breast and swabbed it with a cold liquid placing it on some kind of cold
metal tray.
"Remove the clamp." Thank the good Lord! Now let me tell you that the only thing
more painful than a clamp on your nipple is the rush of bodily fluids back into
the nipple. My knees buckled immediately! I felt another very sharp stabbing
pain run through my breast and then it was gone. I felt a tugging at the nipple.
It hurt as the flesh was stretched but nothing compared to the clamps. Then I
felt something hot radiating in front of me. My mind told me that must be the
welding of the chain and loops. I wept at the image of my beautiful breast with
a nipple ring and chain hanging from them.
"Now the next one." The cold of the swab was followed by the agony of the
clamp's removal. That stabbing feeling. The radiant heat and it was done. As I
was lead along the chain swayed gently tugging softly at tender nipples
gradually regaining their feeling. Only the pain in my bowels remained... and I
had to pee!
I was led into a warm room with carpet. It felt good under my feet. I felt much
better for the moment. A wrist was released. A chain attached. By now I knew the
ritual. The chain was run through a loop in my waistband and attached to my
other wrist. I could move my arms again. And I could walk. Then the zipper
tugged open on my leather hood. Light began to flood my eyes. It was far too
bright. It made my eyes water. Tears of relief began to flow down my cheeks. I
could survive this! My sight was beginning to clear. The images were blurry at
first but in another few seconds I could see five other women clad much the same
as I. A large man in a leather mask stood in front of us.
"This will be your only question and answer period. After this time you will be
allowed to speak only when you are spoken to. You will answer with Yes, Master/
No, Master. You will do everything you are told to do. Some of you sold
yourselves. Some of your mates sold you... but I bought each of you. You belong
to me for the term of your servitude; each of you knows that term. A schedule of
daily events will is being given to each of you. Learn it. We will live it. To
recap the high lights:
"The club open to the members at three PM daily. We make our money in three
ways. 1- We are a Bondage and S&M club, 2- I buy, train, and sell women of
bondage, 3- I breed dogs with kennel bitches Each of you will be used in all
three of these areas. One of you has sold herself to me to be trained and resold
at auction. Each of you will be auctioned on the second to last day of your stay
with us. An offer of purchase will be made to the appropriate party upon the
completion of your auction. If they accept my offer you will be sold to the
bidder and will depart with him immediately. No deception or coercion will be
attempted upon your significant others. This will be simply buying and selling
of goods. If you wish to accept the offer of purchase you may do so. Your
significant other will be properly notified of the transaction. There are a
number of different rooms in the dungeon. You will each serve in every room. The
members pay to whip, chain, wax, and tie you up, down, or any other such thing
they may desire. You will comply. Many of our members leave tips... some do not.
Tips for any number of activities, shows, or services will be collected and
deposited into an account, which you will receive upon the completion of your
term with us. You will work, clean, and service the kennels daily beginning on
the third day from today. Two days before the completion of your term with us
each of you will receive your marks of training. Upon completion of your
individual terms you will be deposited at a location that will be given to your
significant other just after you are left."
A man began moving among us removing each of respective gags. My jaws ached for
several long seconds.
"I didn't sign up to be sold at auction! I have a life," The blond yelled. I
nodded rigorously.
"Then you had best hope that you mean more to your boy friend or husband than
the low bid of five thousand cash." She paled immediately. Apparently she wasn't
too sure about her worth to him.
"And how much does woman of bondage normally fetch?" She spoke with a great deal
less aggression.
"The average is around ten thousand." The blond began to weep. A sum that large
might even turn Dan's eye. The reality that someone might buy me didn't seem any
too far fetched any more.
"But I have children at home," I cried out involuntarily.
"Then you had best hope that anchors you to your spouse. Good breeders bring
another three to five at auction, My Dear." I flushed at the numbers. I just had
to hope I was worth that much to Dan in ten days, or... A knot formed in my
stomach... Surely I was safe...
"What's this about shows, and services?" a woman with jet-black hair asked.
"Just what it sounds like. You will be shown upon request in any manner any one
asks. And Ladies, you be will be fucked so get used to the idea. Remember tips
are on the line." I choked. The thought of fucking someone other than Dan had
never crossed my mind.
"And what does kennel work involve?" A woman with auburn hair asked.
"I breed and train dogs in the service of wealthy women. These are usually Labs,
Danes, or Shepherds. Some of our dogs are brought to me for training. Others are
bred in house. You will clean their kennels and help in the care of these fine
animals. Each of you will be assigned a single dog to train."
"I've never trained a dog before," I spoke out, puzzled.
"Like I said I train "Breeder Dogs." You will be bred, mated with one of these
fine animals."
A gasp went through the air.
"You mean..." I choked out weakly.
"Yes. Each of you fine women will be mounted by one of our dogs daily. You will
teach him to lick your pussy upon command and to fuck you upon command. Dogs are
very possessive. You will become his bitch. The dungeon is monitored for safety.
But let me assure you that what happens there will be painful. Remember tips are
in the balance there too."
"What about these marks of completion?" a tall slender woman asked.
"You will each be branded in the soft flesh above your clit. One mark is B/S&M
of the school the other will be the price you fetched at auction. So if you want
everyone to know you're a cheap cunt you can. So fetch a price you can be proud
of! That is all the time I have for your questions. On a closing note, a Doctor
will examine your piercings, your general health, and each orifice of service
daily. Other than when the need arises you will remain locked down exactly as
you are now. So get used to it. Good day. Enjoy your stay. We always do." And he
left the room...
Several of the women began to grumble some of them very loudly. And not without
reason! Only one of the women in our little group seemed to have truly
understood what that big red SOLD on the computer screen had meant. Dan and I
surely had not. And I had never given any thought to what working in a bondage
club or being SOLD into bondage might involve. I stood in quiet shock. I was
naked in a room of strangers, in a compound that was who knows where, bound in
leathers, chains, and locks.
Several women entered the room. They were clad very much the same as I. They
walked among us replacing the ball gags. Not one of them spoke a word. I looked
directly at the woman coming towards me.
"I have to pee." I spoke softly. She smiled and nodded. She stepped next to me
and whispered.
"In a moment."
"Is all this for real," I whispered back. She winked at me and nodded her head a
quick yes. Then stepped behind me and replaced the gag.
"Ladies." A woman called from the front of the room. I looked at her. "A
Mistress will accompany you to your room. There you will be prepared for to
night's duties. Tonight you will waitress the evening and provide other services
as maybe requested. Remember to speak only when spoke to. And Ladies no one says
'NO' around here."
With that we began to file out of the room behind the Head Mistress. I followed
the woman who had whispered to me. We walked down several halls and up a number
of stairs to a single room.
It was small, semi-private, with a bed, wash basin, and toilet. Clean sheets sat
folded upon the mattress. The door closed behind us. She produced a key and
unfastened the locks covering the belt buckle straps. I quickly unfastened
these. Then with a little bit of urgency I deposited the dildo upon my mattress.
It felt good to pee. Then I stood to remove the butt plug.
"Unless you've the need it is best left where it is for the day. I will hurt to
replace it for a while." My Mistress spoke softly.
"This is all so much more than my husband & I bargained for." I stood awkwardly
in front of the woman. "Is this for real?"
"Very much so." She spoke softly.
"We're sold at auction?" I strained at the thought.
Her eyes dropped to the floor. Moisture glistened in the light. "Yes. My husband
of two years accepted their offer last Sunday."
"I'm so sorry." I stammered. "But I need to know..." I trail off hesitant to
continue.
"Twelve-five. I leave day after tomorrow with my new owner. It's not that bad
really. These are generally wealthy men or women. They prefer fresh young girls.
So I'll do four or five years with this owner. Then he will either sell me to
another or set me free. In time I'll be my own woman again. It just really hurts
to have your spouse cash you in."
"Do you really train dogs... I mean like he said?"
She brightened up, "Oh, yes. And believe it or not that is the best part of this
place. I get to keep my dog too."
I could hardly believe my ears. A shudder ran through my frame at the sound of
her words.
"The dungeons are fun too, but run long before you shift is over. Some of the
Masters are better than others. I don't mind this place really. It just broke my
heart to be sold out by my husband."
"How many of the women get sold?"
"Well, there is some pretty big dollars thrown around at auction... so I'm
afraid that more than you would be comfortable knowing."
"Does everyone get sold?"
"Oh, heavens no! Just under half, usually. You had a life choice in your
group..." she paused in thought. "Probably, four or five out of you six."
I gasped.
"Not very good odds," she acknowledged.
But I just had to be one of those two... or the 'one'. Dan just had to come
through for me. But would he if he knew what I was doing here? And with all that
money... I just had to believe!
"Do they tell... what goes on here... to you know..."
"Daily e-mails are sent to the seller, including pictures. I think that's what
turns the tide so often." Her eyes teared again. "I'm sure it did for me
anyway."
Dan might see me fucking dogs, or behave wantonly with other men. My heart sank.
So I too might be sold... I had to accept that as a real possibility.
"Now for the schedule," she pointed to the paper on the bed, "mornings are easy
times. Breakfast is prompt. The Doctor is good, but, well, you'll get used to
it. And kennel work is fun."
I winced squeamishly.
"Me too at first! But you get used to it. Lunch is prompt. The early afternoon
is your time. Rest, primp, clean your room, whatever. Hygiene is crucial. Keep
yourself very clean. Report anything and everything. The real work begins at
three. Check your assignments at the door. For tonight, the new girls waitress.
And remember this always. Do not say NO. If they want to see it, show them. If
they want to touch it, give it to them. If they want to fuck it, provide it.
Disobedience will result in punishment. It's 2:30 PM. I have to go now."
She stood and retrieved the dildo. Without another word she knelt between my
legs. Her delicate touch dance across my vulva sending shudders through my legs.
In another moment, warmth flushed at my thighs. Gently she pressed the dildo
into place redoing each of the four belt buckles. She closed the leather flap
across the buckles and relatched the locks.
"You must shave yourself daily, My Dear." She bent forward placing a small
gentle kiss on my lips. I had never kissed a woman before. I was dumb founded.
But ten this whole day seemed like an episode from the twilight zone. And with
that she turned and left the room.
At ten minutes to three I left the security of my room. My nipples ached from
the swinging of the chain. My ass hurt from within. But I simply did not dare to
defy anything I was told. The utter reality of the place was over whelming,
intimidating by existence. After all I really was here. The loops through my
nipple were really there. I really was wearing chains and locks. My ass and
pussy really were stuffed. I was really naked in God knows where... and as much
as I wished it to be different I was going to be here for at least ten days.
It was easy to follow the straggle of woman heading into the dungeon. Upon
entering the dungeon I was greeted by the Head Mistress. I was to do hat and
coat check duties for tonight. There was a closet room directly to my right. A
tin bucket stood near the door. It was full of clothespins. I was given a
numbered pad to check the guests upon arrival. The Head Mistress would return
every hour or so to collect the tips. She would log them in for me. I discovered
that my leather waistband had a brass number embedded in the side that was
supposed to correspond to the invoice number on my bill of sale. Names were not
to be used.
I felt very uneasy about standing at the door to greet complete strangers in the
buff. When the door creaked open the first time I looked for a place to hide.
Finding none my next instinct was to cover up. Since the leathers about my loins
seemed to provide some cover my hands reached for my breasts. The touch of my
palms upon my newly pierced nipples sent a pain radiating down both arms. The
man looked at me and laughed.
"A newbie!" he chided. I bowed my head with embarrassment.
"Yes, Master."
"Well, take my coat silly woman."
I took his over coat from across his arm and scurried off to the closet. When I
returned with the claim stub he was holding a clothespin in each hand.
"So these are new?" He traced a circle at the outer edge of my areolas. My
nipple reflex tightened and puckered immediately. The moving flesh also reacted
to the new piercing shooting pain through my breasts. I winced at the touch.
"Yes, Master." And with out another word he depressed the pins and attached one
to each nipple. The pain was immediate and intense. My nipples screamed. My
chest burned again. Tears welled up and rolled down my cheeks. He stood in front
of me placing his coat-check stub in his wallet.
"There's a fifty in it if those are still there when I get back." He waved a
fifty-dollar bill for me to see. Not for five hundred I screamed in my mind. He
walked away as my hand found it's way towards the clothespins. At the touch of
my finger to the pin a new fire burst across my ass. A telling crack resounded
in my ears. A scream exploded from my lungs as my hand shot down to address my
bottom. I could feel the welt forming on my bottom. I sobbed heavily as I turned
to find the source of such a blow. The Head Mistress stood only a few feet away.
A riding crop dancing above her shoulders.
"You will not ever remove anything placed upon our property by any member of
this organization. When it is appropriate I will remove any items I choose from
company property. The clothespins stay put. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress. I did not understand." It was a painful lesson. But I would not
try the whip again if I could help it. My heart wrenched as I began to really
comprehend the big red SOLD stamp on the bill of sale. I did not own my own
body. For the next ten days the company owned my body and me. It was company
property! I was company property! And the both us could be resold in ten days
too...
The door opened and I quickly returned to my duties as 'coat clerk'. My nipples
became numb soon enough, and the burning in my chest resumed. But the
clothespins remained. The next man in fastened a five-dollar bill to my left
breast with another clothespin. By the time evening was upon me my whole body
was tingling with money pinned to various places. I was getting used to the
routine. It didn't seem so bad for now.
About seven PM the Head Mistress returned. She seemed pleased to find an
adequate amount of money pinned to my skin. She began removing the clothespins.
I counted the money as she collected it. I had earned nearly $75.00 already. The
nipple pins remained. As the Mistress reached to remove them I gently held her
hand away.
"Please Mistress. They're worth fifty bucks where they are." She smiled and
withdrew. This really wasn't so bad, I thought to myself. My bottom seemed to be
very uncomfortable from time to time. But I felt safe enough in my little closet
routine, for the moment at least. As Members would pass into the inner sanctum I
could hear periodic cries of pain. That concerned me quite a bit. I knew that my
time in there would come... and those cries would be mine. But for now, this was
okay.
The man handed me his coat check stub. I returned quite pleased at my own
efficiency. He stood there with his dick hanging out of his pants. I froze dead
in stride. This was out of my routine, my circle of comfort. I did not budge.
"Well, come on woman!" he quipped. "Surely you know how to give a blow job?"
He just had to be kidding right? Not! "Don't make me call the Mistress."
My heart sank. I fell to my knees in front of him. Maybe I'll just bite it off
for you! I thought to myself. It felt yucky in my hands. No rigidity. No form.
Just an old shriveled dick waiting its demise.
"Yes, Master." I began slithering my tongue around it. My heart filled with
anger as the salty savor passed about my mouth. I had never performed fellatio
on anyone other than Dan. I really resented having to do this. I fought off the
urge to bite down the first time he pushed his nasty cock deeper into my mouth.
He was beginning to respond to my attentions, and that made me angrier.
"Don't you spill a single drop on my pants or I'll come back tomorrow and whip
the shit right out of you."
I gagged as he forced his nasty cock deeper into the back of my throat. I rarely
let Dan come in my mouth, and this pig was demanding - no, threatening me. I
could feel the swelling at the base of his cock. I pressed my lips against him
and prepared to allow his jism to slither down the back of my throat. He was
quick. He was a pig! And I was done. I stood up. He zipped his fly, turned, and
strode out of the door. I didn't feel cheap. How could I? I felt used! I did not
cry. I was far too angry to cry. As I turned about the man with the fifty
reappeared.
"My coat?" He passed me his coat check stub. "Nice to see you still have the
clips on."
He reached over and quickly flicked the first clothes pin from my nipple. It
felt like he was going to jerk the end off. And then came the terrible rush of
blood back into the depressed flesh. Tears burst from my eyes. My knees buckled.
My hand shot up to cover the pain. In another second he ripped the other free. I
staggered up against the wall just to keep my balance. Both hands were gently
cupped about my breasts. Sobs and tears escaped softly.
"There's another fifty in it if you'll beg me to put them back on for the
night."
His stare was just plain mean. I sagged and shook my head no. Enough was enough.
I hurt badly.
"Fine. Here's the fifty." He pinned it to the side of my breast. "Move your
hands woman."
I obliged.
"Stand tall now." His hand moved towards my breast. I withdrew.
"Please, don't, I hurt really bad."
Instantly I knew of my error. He smiled wryly and strode into the lounge. A
moment later he returned with the Head Mistress.
"You have broken two rules and must be punished."
I wept, trembling with fear.
"Come here."
I followed her to the adjacent wall where I discovered a heretofore-unnoticed
ring attached to the wall at about shoulder height.
"Face the wall."
She removed the lock that fastened my nipple chain to the collar about my neck.
She reached it over and fastened it to the wall. I stood attached to the wall by
my nipples.
"Would you administer three lashes per infraction, Master?"
And she passed the crop to the man. The first lashes fell across my bottom. I
yelped loudly and, very unfortunately jumped at the pain. The chain pulled
brutally at my nipples. Both sides burned as the next lash fell. It took all my
concentrated focus to stand still. My ass had purple welts forming. My nipples
and breasts raged in pain. I sobbed uncontrollably as the Mistress released me
from the wall.
"Stand tall, woman."
I stood as best I could. The beast was intent on replacing the pins upon my
burning nipples. I sobbed, but stood tall.
"See that these remain until the end of her shift." he instructed the Mistress.
"Yes, Master."
They left. I cupped my burning breast in each hand and wept. I ached all over
with pain. I struggled with waves of hopelessness. I was not having fun here.
Slowly, painfully I struggled back to my coat closet. Several of the members
were waiting. I had no smile to put on my tear stained face. Any pleasantness
was burning in my ass and breasts. I got their damned coats and wished them
gone.
My first day came to an end an hour or so later. The Mistress came removed my
tips, and the hurtful nipple pins. Dinner was in a small cafeteria like room.
They had a good salad, soup and fish-plate. Though sitting was unpleasant with
my bottom plugged and whipped, it was good to be done with this day. I sat and
ate alone... in silence and despair. I didn't feel like eating much. My stomach
seemed to unsettle as I sat. Soon I stood and walked to my room.
I still had my bed to make. I had to use the bathroom... and I wanted to take a
very hot bath. I starred blankly without moving. A sound from behind startled
me. It was a woman holding keys. In silence, for I truly had nothing to say, she
approached. Each lock was removed. Each leather strap & belt was removed. Each
chain, save that which had been permanently attached to my nipples, was removed.
"Lock up is in one hour. You must clean up before I return." And with out
another word she turned and left. I later learned that some of the 'life choice'
women and a few others with weak ties that had brought low bids at auction were
retained as staff. They were treated well and seldom worked the dungeons. I
removed the plugs from my lower orifices and sat on the bed. My gaze fell upon
the tools of the day. Despair welled tears into my eyes. I missed my family. My
heart was breaking as I thought about my two kids lying asleep in their beds.
This was usually my time with Dan. We would cuddle close and sometimes make
love. And now I wasn't sure I would ever see them again. I struggle with
hopelessness. I just had to believe that Dan could never sell me off. I sobbed.
Still weeping I made my way to the bath. The hot water felt good. I was
exhausted! The terror of this morning's abduction, the horror in the reality of
this place, and the painful discipline of the dungeon had drained me as much as
childbirth. I lay hurting and exhausted... but dared not fall asleep. Being late
for lock up was not an option I wanted to explore! I lathered my body gently.
Carefully I shaved my legs and pussy. I had never even considered shaving my
soft pubic hairs until this day. But I remembered the advice of this morning.
Soon I was glisteningly smooth... and somewhat more relaxed. It hurt to dry my
breasts. My beautiful breasts had been viciously abused today! I held them
gently in the soft towel. As I left the bathroom I realized that I had NO
clothing. I was going to be essentially naked for the next ten days. Well, it
wasn't like I was going to be able to keep anyone or anything away or off of my
body... Then I remembered the thoughts of earlier today. It's not my body
anyway. I made the bed up. I was very tired.
The woman entered only minutes after I lay down. Sleep was already upon me. The
sound of chains started me. "What?" I protested through the sleep in my mind.
"It is time to lock you up again." Deftly she reattached the ankle and wrist
straps. "Please stand."
I obliged wearily. She replaced the neck strap and waistband. The shackle chains
were next. Finally she removed a longer heavy chain from dresser. This she
locked to the wall adjacent to the bathroom and then to my nipple chain. "This
will keep you from trying to escape at night. And should you damage those fine
nipples in an effort to leave, they will attach it to your pussy just as they
have to your breasts." She handed me the chain. Its weight alone could drag my
chest to the floor. I could not imagine trying to escape from this. Pain
avoidance seemed the best idea. "I will wake you for breakfast in the morning.
Before you come down you must replace your plugs and fasten your chastity belt.
The locks are on the dresser. Any questions?"
"What about my family?"
"While you are here, you have nothing. You are owned."
"And tomorrow?"
"After breakfast you will be checked by the Doctor. Then you will be introduced
to your dog. You will scrub his kennel. Feed him. Walk him and spend time with
him. You will not be mated until your third day." I asked nothing else, and she
left. I lay my new shackle upon the bed beside me. Sleep, blessed
unconsciousness befell me almost instantly. The day was done...
* * *
Dan arrived home to a very empty house. He called to his wife several times from
the kitchen. Her car was in the garage, but where was she? Maybe in the back
yard fussing in the garden. He walked out of the kitchen to find the groceries
sitting on the dining table along with several papers and another odd bag. The
bold red stamp on the bill of sale brought recognition to his mind. The next
paper confirmed his suspicions. His wife had been sold and the property
collected on this day. He was confident that she would be returned in ten days.
His lions flush with a spark of excitement just as his heart filled with
loneliness. He already missed her so much! He would have to get the kids from
the babysitters and call in a family leave to work.
Next he picked up the odd bag. Concern spread across his face as he realized
that her clothes were cut apart... must have been cut from her body. Was she all
right? He looked about the house in panic. There were no visible signs of a
struggle. Yet she would not have left the groceries just sitting on the table.
She must have been surprised and take before she got to the kitchen. He stood at
the table fumbling the article of clothing when the baggie fell out. He looked
at it puzzled for a moment. It was hair, obviously hers. But such a small
amount... short and curly... MUFF! They had shorn her snatch! She had been
attacked. Her clothes cut off her body. They had shorn her snatch and taken
their merchandise, his wife. Concern for her safety filled every the whole of
his heart.
He raced to the computer, booted the Internet, and typed in the buyer's address.
The screen flashed the web page. He keyed the buttons.
"Hello, Dan. We have obtained our property from your address while you were out.
It will be returned to you in ten days as per our agreement." Flashed across the
screen. "To put concerns aside pictures of our property will be posted to our
site daily. You may obverse the merchandise in its various daily activities.
Press any key to continue."
Dan pressed a key. The screen blinked. A dozen or so thumbnail photographs began
to appear. Dan clicked on the first. It was a very clear picture of a woman clad
in leathers and chained to an old pillage. The next showed a very similar,
possibly the same woman, walking across a dirt floor wearing a leather hood,
panty, and shackles. The next showed what seemed to be the same woman standing
in a room. The face was definitely that of his wife. She was ball-gagged and
shackled... and her nipples were pierced! A large metal loop passed through each
nipple. Each nipple appeared to be chained to a leather collar about her neck.
Dan's concerns rose. His wife had had no such piercings. The next showed a
woman, his wife with money attached about her body with clothespins. The next,
again his wife was kneeling before a man... She appeared to be performing some
sex act on him... and there seemed to be some kind of a welt horizontally across
her bottom. The next showed her fastened to a wall by the chain through her
nipples with someone whipping her. It was definitely his wife.
He was ill, nausea swept through him. This was not what they thought they had
signed up for! And she was gone, lost to him for the next ten days. Dan
reviewed, down loaded the pictures, and signed off. He had to get the kids. His
head swam. She was all right - kind of. She was there, wherever that was. And
she would be back. He would have to hold onto that.
Dan put the groceries away before calling the babysitter. He would have to
explain her quick trip to the kids. They had planned a paper-link chain for the
kids to count the days as they passed. Dan dialed the babysitter...
