The Adventures of Karen - Part 11 - The Reward
After a long rest and a long, refreshing, shower, Karen felt she was in the mood
for anything that she thought Greta could devise. She stood, virtually naked,
silently, in her room, hands behind her back and stiletto clad feet wide apart
in the way that she had been instructed.
Almost without warning the door to her room swung open and her Mistress walked
in, looking at her charge.
'You foolish girl, you didn't dress properly, did you?'
Karen moved only her eyes to look at Greta, her face puzzled.
'Why didn't you wear your slave collar today?'
Karen flushed with shame, she knew there was something she should have done, but
having both the posture collar and her more usual slave collar to choose from
she thought that she should choose neither. She didn't realise that whatever
choice she had made would have been wrong because Greta was determined to find
fault with her slave. She would soon learn that Greta would always find reason
to punish or prolong her misery.
'Mmmm, I suppose we will have to punish you later', she murmured, 'now put the
collar on and then we will go and join the others downstairs.'
Karen quickly buckled the thin, smooth, supple leather band around her throat
and stood meekly by the side of her Mistress.
'Follow me, slave!' The two walked down the stairs and across to the entrance to
the room of pleasure that Karen had become so familiar with during her short
stay with her new owners.
As they opened the heavy door Karen sensed that something had changed, there
was a heavier scent, an exotic perfume, in the air, a more seductive aroma than
she remembered from her previous session. As she was led across the floor the
reason became apparent.
Standing on a small podium was her lover, her former lover, she thought. Andy
was stood, legs slightly apart, and hands neatly behind his back, all fairly
normal for the situation they were in. What was not normal was his appearance.
He was just wearing a pair of low heeled pumps, with low, but decidedly
feminine, heels, and a pair of, (was it silk?), panties. There was still
something Karen could not quite place and then she realized. Andy was
completely hairless from the neck down. He had always had a reasonable degree
of male hairiness that Karen had quite liked but now, as far as she could see,
his body was smooth, it even gleamed slightly, as if he had had some oil rubbed
into his smooth skin. She knew that the Mistress had at least partly shaved him
earlier, but even then there had been remaining patches, even in between his
legs some hair had remained.
Greta came to a stop in front of the waiting male slave.
'Present!', she barked.
At once Andy unclasped his hands and swiftly lowered his panties to his ankles
and stepped out of them, and turned right around. Now Karen could see that he
was indeed quite hairless, all over! His slowly thickening cock stood proudly
above his smooth shaven balls, which looked so smooth Karen wondered if he had
in fact been waxed. The smoothness was emphasised by the thin black strap he
still wore, circled in turn around his cock and the base of his scrotum. As
she stood near to her lover she could detect a much stronger aroma, incredibly,
it seemed, Andy had been liberally perfumed as well.
Then she noticed that not only were his fingernails painted in a light,
feminine pink color but he was also wearing lipstick in a matching tone.
Lipstick! Karen was amazed, this was something she had never seen before and
she wondered how Andy felt. Her thoughts were disturbed by Greta again.
'How do you like your boy friend now?', she stared into Karens wondering eyes.
'Quite pretty now, isn't he? You see, my dear,' Greta talked directly to Karen
and ignored the naked Andy, 'we prefer our male slaves to be presented in such
a way that they are, shall we say, different to other men. We feel they need to
experience just a little of what our females experience and what better way than
to present him like this?'
Karen thought that, in fact, her Mistress was probably right.
Greta turned back to Andy.
'Now continue as you have been taught.'
At that Andy resumed his former stance, legs apart with one hand behind his back
while his other hand began to stroke his already thickening cock.
'Well done, you are learning fast', Karl, who had been sitting in the shadows,
called across.
Andy was clearly happy to be praised by his Master and continued stroking his
cock into a full and proud erection.
'Good, good, keep that up slave, but do not cum.'
Andy carried on with the action that he had been familiar with since his early
teens, thinking to himself that in fact the chance to stand naked in front of a
dominant woman and her naked slave while he masturbated was the fulfilment of a
long held dream. 'If this was a dream', he thought, 'I hope I never wake up.'
Greta stood for a few moments and watched him play with his cock, watching the
long strokes that alternately bared and covered the swollen head. She turned
to Karen.
'Well my dear, what do you think of him now?'
Karen was unsure of the correct answer but hoped that she answered in a
suitable manner.
'He is doing well Mistress, you have trained him well indeed.'
'Oh yes, we have certainly done that haven't we? It took only a few short
hours and now he does our every bidding.'
Karen was surprised, how had they managed to turn her former, independently
minded, boy friend into a willing tool, into a man only too willing to perform
such intimate duties in front of others and even enjoy the experience.
Greta, with her wealth of experience in training slaves could read her thoughts.
'You, my dear will be even better than him, you will perform everything, and
anything, that we order, be it in front of us, or in front of dozens of people,
men and women!'
Karen paled at the thought.
'And you will enjoy it too, never fear!'
'Now, my dear', Karl called across, 'don't forget our main business with the two
girls, I believe there is a prize and a penalty to be handed out!'
Karen's heart sank a little, she hadn't forgotten her 'prize' for taking longer
than Lisa to cum when they were sat on the horse. She dearly wanted a cock,
any cock even, but now that the time had come, she was uncertain? What other
surprises were in store for her.
Greta led Karen to one side and called out.
'Lisa come here at once!'
The door to the slave accommodation in the corner of the dungeon opened and Lisa
padded across to Greta. She was quite naked and knelt before her Mistress with
her head bowed.
'You know what you are going to suffer don't you, my dear slut?'
Lisa nodded her head and murmured 'Yes Mistress'.
Greta delighted in stretching the inevitable outcome for her slaves, feeling,
correctly, that the anticipation was as much part of the pleasure process as the
actual process itself.
'Good, you will be placed in the sling and have the great privilege of watching
your new friend be serviced by Slave Ken.'
Lisa nodded slowly and murmured 'Thank you Mistress, it is more than I deserve.'
Karen was quite surprised to hear her new friend speak like that but she
imagined that this was the way that a fully trained slave would, indeed had to,
behave.
'Now, because this is a special occasion Slave Karen will prepare you and deal
with you, until she is otherwise engaged', at this Greta permitted herself a
short laugh, 'and then we shall see what happens to you. Go over to your place
and wait.'
Lisa stood up, head bowed and padded across to the side of the dungeon where the
array of chains and ropes clearly marked the area used for the various
suspension games that went on from time to time.
'Karen, go over there and prepare her, I am sure you will be able to do that
simple task.'
'Yes Mistress', Karen turned away from her position at the side of Greta and,
naked apart from her collar and the inevitable spike heels, walked across to her
waiting friend.
Knowing that she herself was being tested in some way, and aware that her
owners, as well as Andy, were watching her, made Karen determined to do her best
to be as good as possible in her new role. She glanced across at Andy, who was
still slowly stroking his cock, maintaining his erection but making sure the he
obeyed Karl's earlier instruction.
She moved to Lisa's side and arranged the sling device, a broad leather strap,
carefully across the floor and attached a chain to the loops fixed at each
corner. She then told, (ordered, perhaps is better, Karen thought to herself),
Lisa to lie face down on the strap and position herself so that her breasts were
clear on one side and her shaven mound clear on the other side. Greta was
nodding her approval at the way Karen performed and saw that her husband was
also pleased with the new slave.
Karen, meanwhile ordered, no longer asking, but demanding, that Lisa spread her
arms and legs wide. Once she was spread-eagled on the floor Karen moved to fix
broad leather straps round each of Lisa's wrists, pulling them firm and tight
without being too restrictive. She remembered from her married days the damage
and unnecessary pain that could be caused by overtight bondage, and while she
enjoyed bondage games as much as anyone could, she did not wish to ever venture
into the more demanding, even degrading, world of sadism and the like.
Concentrating again on her task Karen moved to Lisa's ankles. Taking the
opportunity to once again hold and stroke those smooth bare feet, Karen used
similar straps on each ankle. Once Lisa had been fitted properly she began to
connect further chains to each leather band, adjusting them until the tension in
each limb, and the sling itself, was equally balanced.
Greta continued to show her approval and wondered just how Karen had managed to
prepare Lisa in such a perfect manner. She was not aware, nor indeed was anyone
else in the room, that Karen had gained her experience the hard way, as the
victim, not the mistress, in those dark years when her husband had introduced
her to the pleasures, and the pains of bondage. No one in the room had any idea
just how many hours Karen had spent suspended as Lisa was about to be, nor just
what 'pleasures' she had enjoyed at those times. Karen kept her thoughts to
herself and determined never to tell anyone about those days.
Once she was satisfied that everything was in order, Karen moved across to the
switch controlling the chains and set the motor turning. Slowly, so slowly, the
naked spread-eagled form of Lisa was hoisted into the air until her pendulous
breasts, her jutting nipples, were almost at the level of Karen's own full,
heavy nippled breasts.
'Stop there', Greta called across, 'let me inspect her before you continue.'
Karen stepped away and with head bowed waited for her Mistress to inspect her
handiwork. Greta walked slowly around the helpless Lisa, he body, arms and legs
held perfectly level, with her most intimate places fully exposed, and only her
head with any freedom.
'Hmmmm, I believe a head harness is indicated here, we don't want her to think
she can move and see what we are doing to her.'
Greta gestured to Karen who dutifully went across to the well stocked bench and
picked up a suitable harness. She walked back and fixed the straps around
Lisa's head, brushing her hair back. She then slipped a short chain through the
ring in the top strap and fixed each end to the chains supporting Lisa'a arms.
Satisfied with the arrangement, Greta returned to her seat and admired the view
of Lisa, naked and spread, with her head held high.
'No need for a gag, I think, but you can apply some nice weights to those
nipples if you please!'
Karen had expected the command. She, like her Mistress had noticed the swollen
teats. Lisa was clearly aroused at her position, and her body would not allow
her to deny it.
Karen walked behind Lisa to the bench and selected the same set of weights that
she had earlier used on Andy. As she walked back she looked between those naked
spread legs and there was no doubt at all, Lisa was aroused. Her smooth shaven
labia glistened in the low light of the dungeon; she was very wet indeed. Karen
envied her the pleasure she was feeling at the moment but wondered how she would
react to the effects of gravity on her tits and nipples.
Slowly she held up the nipple clips so that Lisa could see them, and know what
was in store. Karen felt brave enough to speak.
'Do you like these, Lisa, shall I clip you now?'
Lisa was a little shocked at Karen speaking to her like that, but, as there was
no reaction from the watching owners, she answered, surprised at her daring.
'Yes please, please, now, I want them now.'
Karen hesitated no longer and stooped slightly to clip each swollen nipple in
turn. Lisa gasped at the sudden constriction but didn't make any other sound.
Karen spoke again, 'Now for some little weights!'
She didn't show Lisa what she was using but gently hung one on each nipple
clamp. This time Lisa couldn't help herself, she groaned aloud with the sudden
tension. As Karen looked at the pinched and extended nipples she felt a pang of
sympathy for Lisa, she knew full well the effect of such weights, and wondered
how long the torment would continue.
'Well done, slave Karen, that was well done indeed. I think it is time for your
own little reward now. Pull that pad up below your friend there so that she can
see you clearly.'
Karen looked around and saw a low pad, lying on a wooden base, probably some
kind of futon, and, bending over giving Karl, and Andy too, a sweet glimpse
between her naked thighs, dragged it over until it was within Lisa's sightline.
'Excellent! Now you can lay down and await your reward.' Greta smirked, 'You',
she addressed Andy, ' will walk across and stand behind slave Lisa and continue
your duties.'
Naked and still holding his cock, Andy walked, with a little difficulty in the
unaccustomed heels, and took his position standing just behind Lisa's naked and
outstretched feet. His view of the wet and glistening flesh caused him to
stroke his erection with greater frequency, but he kept in mind his
instructions. He did not want to face the consequences of failure. He noticed
that his position also gave him a clear view of the futon and the naked Karen.
Karen laid herself down on the futon, her legs slightly apart and her arms by
her side.
Greta got out of their chair and walked across to the door to the slave cells.
'Slave Ken, come out here, you are needed now!'
She returned to her seat and looked expectantly across to the corner, waiting to
see her favorite male slave appear. From her prone position Karen was the only
one in the room who could not see what was happening. The silence in the dimly
lit dungeon was absolute, and only broken by the sound of naked feet softly
falling on the stone floor.
Ken entered the room, and, as she always did, Greta admired his finely muscled
body. He was around 6 feet tall without an ounce of superfluous fat on him,
and, like Andy, stood watching from across the room, his body was completely
hairless. As he was being watched, he walked across to his Master and Mistress
and stood, legs apart and head bowed in front of them.
'You will have the privilege of showing our new slave how she will be expected
to perform with you when we have our next little gathering', Karl spoke, licking
his lips, already planning some more special treatment for Karen and Andy before
the scheduled meeting of his friends in a few weeks time.
Ken nodded his head and murmured, 'Yes sir, that will be my pleasure!'
'Oh yes, it will indeed!', Greta could not resist making her contribution to the
scene.
As he stood there husband and wife admired his cock, which was slightly bigger,
in length and girth than Karl's equipment. Andy from across the room could see
that this slave was way above him in endowment. All he could do was to comfort
himself with the thought of 'quality not quantity' but he was uncertain of just
how effective his fellow slave would be.
Karen was blissfully unaware of these comparisons and laid still awaiting her
turn to join in the proceedings.
'Get on with it!' Greta was impatient to see some action; she had a few little
surprises in store for Karen, determined as she was to find any excuse to place
her new slave back into bondage.
Ken walked across and Karen saw him for the first time, saw his cock already
almost fully erect, and she had difficulty in keeping silent. He was well
endowed, not a freak, but his cock was noticeably bigger than Andy's although
perhaps only a little larger than either Karl, or, indeed, her former husband.
She had never talked about such things to Andy but, for all his faults, and
there were many, her ex-husband was well endowed, and he was an expert in using
it to please both her and their many friends.
Ken moved across and stood over her slowly stroking his erection as he looked at
her smooth shaven labia. Silently he approved of her minimal clothing, the
leather collar and the strappy spike heels were his favorite attire for a fellow
slave, and, as he knew, was quite typical of the costume the slaves wore at any
of the parties that his owners organized. 'Yes', he thought, 'you have much to
learn!' as he knelt down beside the waiting Karen, and began to knead her
breasts and tease her already achingly erect nipples.
Karen felt herself begin to respond, and reached across to touch, to hold, the
erect member so near her face. She had difficulty in getting her fingers around
it, partly due to her small feminine hands, but mainly due to the girth of the
swollen cock. She noticed that he had been circumcised and the bare head was
already swollen hugely with a firm and pronounced rim that she longed to lick
and caress with her tongue. As this was going on Lisa, with her weighted tits
hanging just over the couple could see that Karen would soon be mounted,
impaled, on that cock. She herself had had several sessions with Ken to
entertain her Mistress's guests and she had always enjoyed herself until Kens
incredible stamina wore her down. She always ended up begging him to stop and
let her rest. She wondered how Karen would cope.
Andy was still at his position behind Lisa and between her legs where he had a
view of her increasingly wet labia, his steady stroking of his own, seemingly
meager, erection continuing. He could see everything that the naked couple were
doing, were going to do and he wondered if he would yet have a chance to insert,
to thrust, himself into the soft and yielding tunnel in front of him.
Meanwhile Karen had, with some difficulty placed the swollen head into her mouth
and was eagerly tonguing it and sucking it. As she did so Ken began to move one
hand down to her swollen clitoris and with the other hand continued to pull and
tease her swollen nipples.
Both Karl and Greta leaned forward on their seats and called encouragement
across the room. As they did so, Ken began to climb on top of Karen and she
willingly, almost eagerly, opened her legs wider and wider so that she could
reach down and guide the cock into her willing cunt. As she tried to achieve
her aim Ken reached up and pulled her hands over her head, and pinning each
wrist down with his own hands, and using his cock, began to probe those swollen
and wet lips in his search for the entrance to her cunt.
Karen felt increasingly helpless, she was not in bondage, she could move her
body and legs freely but she could not bring herself to move.
'Please, please...' she pleaded looking into Ken's eyes, begging him to take
her. She did not know that Ken would do everything in his own time, that in
fact, the whole scene was, had been, planned and performed many times. His
whole aim was to please his owners and to pleasure himself, and he knew that he
could only do that by performing exactly as he was expected.
He continued probing Karens soft wet swollen flesh with his cock, rubbing across
and between her lips, from her ass up to her clit where he spent a little more
time teasing that miniature cock, before once again she felt the head at her
entrance. Suddenly, and without warning, he thrust himself deep and hard as far
as he could into the waiting cunt. Karen gasped out loud, the move had caught
her unawares; not so Lisa who had herself been impaled in the same way every
time Ken had taken her. Once he had thrust as deep as possible he slowly
withdrew until only the head was inside, just barely inside, Karen, and held
himself there until again, a mighty thrust, this time making Karen scream out,
partly pleasure and partly pain. He was so big that even her years with her
husband and her recent experience with Karl himself had not prepared her for the
onslaught on her loins.
Ken continued his little game, slow withdrawal and rapid thrusts for some
minutes bringing Karen nearer to an orgasm, making her forget the stretching and
want only the penetration. Then he changed his tactics, pulling completely out
of her wetness and then very slowly, very, very slowly, inserting himself to the
full length of his shaft. This time Karen could stand no more, and oblivious to
the onlookers, began shouting and begging him to finish, to fuck her, to make
her cum.
Lisa smiled to herself, she had been there and felt exactly the same way. Andy,
transfixed by the erotic performance in front of him unconsciously began
stroking himself with greater urgency before he realised how near he was himself
to cumming; he paused remembering his earlier warning and slowed his pace. Even
so he doubted he could manage to control himself much longer.
As the thrusting continued Karen could control herself no longer and began
moaning and screaming non-stop begging him to let her cum.
Ken looked across at his Mistress who nodded.
With that signal, and knowing he had started well, he began to thrust more
regularly into Karen, long, fast and deep strokes, giving her love tunnel a
pounding such as she had not had since her married days. As the relentless
friction in her velvet tunnel continued she could control herself no more.
'Cummmmmming, cummmmmmming' she screamed.
Even as she did, even as the pleasure waves coursed through her, Ken carried on
without stopping, without any change in the rhythm of his thrusts. Karen's
orgasmic thrill continued but she felt the need for escape, for a respite from
the continuous assault on her soft inner flesh; she could feel her cervix being
rubbed. As Ken continued to thrust, she began to struggle for some relief. As
much and as often as she enjoyed prolonged orgasms, there had to be some rest,
some time for recovery before the continual arousal became less pleasurable.
Greta continued to enjoy the sight, the time for her to intercede drawing near.
Lisa, despite the arousal she felt, despite the tension in her stretched
nipples, could not help but feel sympathy for Karen. She knew what was yet in
store for her new friend, knew there was no respite and knew that even as she
struggled now, Karen would soon begin to accept, and even enjoy, her role.
Greta rose from her seat and looked at her husband.
'Yes, this is about the right time, my dear', Karl's voice was hoarse.
She walked across to stand beside the heaving couple.
'Stop, give my young slave a rest!'
Karen looked relieved, the torment, the thrusting was over while she could still
feel some pleasure.
'You, my slut, have disappointed me', Greta leaned over the sweating, panting
Karen. 'You do not appear to have sufficient stamina to match my slave', she
looked approvingly at Ken, 'you have much to learn'.
Karen looked at her Mistress and implored in a low voice.
'What do you expect of me Mistress? What more can I do?'
'You can cooperate with my slave and continue to fuck with him, and cease your
struggles', Greta answered, 'or you shall learn the hard way.'
'Please Mistress, give me another chance to learn', Karen begged.
Greta was adamant. This was the moment she had planned since the session, the
exhibition, had started.
'You know what we shall do don't you, slut', she addressed Lisa and casually
flicked the weights hanging from her distended nipples, making her gasp with the
sudden pain. Lisa could only agree, she had been through this before and she
knew that while she had pleased her owners up to a point, they were even more
demanding; she hoped that Karen could take all that was coming to her.
'Slave Ken, you know what to do now, I think?'
Ken nodded his understanding.
'You may proceed with the training, slut Karen has much to learn.'
End of part 11
(c) 2002 Cathy P
If you enjoyed this story then feel free to make, and keep, a copy. If you
didn't enjoy it I'd love to know why, and how I could improve it. If you wish
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