The Adventures of Karen - Part 13 - Preparation
As Lisa led Karen towards her new room She took time to look at her
surroundings. The thought of cells had filled her mind with images of cold,
dank, gloomy places, cold and unwelcoming, but here the reality was different.
The girls walked down a short corridor, the floor tiled and the walls clad with
wood panels, with a warm lighting, a little brighter than the dungeon that had
been Karen's focus for so many hours now.
At the end of the corridor, a further corridor spread out to either side, making
the plan look like a letter T. Lisa turned to the right, speaking over her
shoulder.
'Welcome to your new quarters, I do hope you like them. My room is the next one
along.'
Karen looked around, the floor and walls and the subdued lighting had not
changed, but towards the end of the corridor were some open doors.
Lisa paused at the first one and motioned Karen inside. Karen felt a small
shock, if this was a cell then perhaps she should be in prison!
The room had a substantial door, that could be locked easily, and presumably by
some remote electronic device, but inside, the floor was carpeted and, luxury
indeed, there was a bed, with a full length mirror either side of it, shelves,
cupboard space and a dressing table complete with a large mirror. As she looked
around she saw that either side of the full length mirrors along the rear wall,
there were toilet and shower facilities, but as far as she could see, no doors.
On the side adjoining Lisa's room there were a number of shutters. Lisa pointed
to these and spoke to Karen,
'These shutters can be opened only from the corridor or by Mistress, let me show
you', she paused and went into the corridor.
There was a whirring sound and the shutters slowly rose into the ceiling,
revealing a wall made only of neatly spaced metal bars. On the other side,
Karen could see a room exactly like her own. Lisa came back into the room and
continued.
'You see, when we are shut in our room, we cannot escape, but we can talk to
each other. Sometimes Mistress allows us to have the hatch in the door open',
she pointed a small opening about 12 inches square, with its own wooden flap,
hinged on the outside.
Lisa paused and pointed up to the ceiling.
'There are video cameras everywhere and whatever we do, or say, can be seen and
recorded whenever they wish to do so. We have no privacy here!'
Karen was shocked, she thought that at least she could have a little private
time to herself, to collect her thoughts and to come to terms with her new life.
Lisa continued, 'When I was here on my own I could call down the corridor to
Ken, his quarters are exactly the same as ours, but we couldn't visit.'
Karen looked puzzled, so Lisa continued.
'If we disobey any of the rules Master could punish us, or cane us, or even
threaten to pass us on to another, and harder, Master, so we are always
obedient.'
Karen began to look around the room, feeling the bed and sitting on it. As she
did so she realized that this bed, like the futon she had so recently occupied,
was also liberally fitted with hooks, straps and even some short chains.
Lisa looked at her and smiled, 'Yes even here we can be in bondage if our owners
wish it.'
Karen got up and opened the tall cupboard. As she looked her eyes opened wide;
it was full of all kinds of strange objects, all of them seeming to be made of
various combinations of leather straps and pieces of leather.
'Oh yes, ' Lisa came to her side, ' these are some of the things you will be
required to wear each day.'
Karen looked puzzled as Lisa continued.
'Mistress will instruct you how to present yourself. I will help you if she
allows the shutters to be opened but otherwise you will have to learn fast if
you want to avoid any unnecessary punishment!'
Karen nodded and looked at the top shelf of the cupboard. Here she saw
something that made her feel at home, something she could cope with. There were
probably some two dozen pairs of high heeled shoes, mainly in black and in all
sorts of styles, pumps, sandals, mules, shoes with straps, shoes without straps,
but all of them with high, very high, heels. As far as she could see there were
perhaps a few with four inch spikes but all of the others were between five and
six inches high. She smiled, thinking of what she now classed as her 'earlier'
life, when she had her own cupboard even better stocked with shoes than here.
Lisa saw her smile and said, 'Yes, dear Karen, I thought you would approve of
those, and they will all be in your size, the Mistress is very efficient in
matters of dress! I know how much you like them and how well you wear them.
Mistress has always been unhappy with my performance in heels. She insists that
her slaves, her sluts, wear them ,but I always find the high ones so hard to
manage.', she paused and looked at Karen, 'How did you learn to cope so easily?'
Karen looked into Lisa's eyes and smiled sadly.
'Believe me, Lisa, it was not easy, my husband, no, my ex-husband', she
corrected herself, 'found a very good way of training me, involving shoes and
the wooden pony. It was not easy at first I can tell you. I hope you never
have to learn that lesson!'
The two girls sat together on the edge of the bed and for the first time Karen
found an opportunity to place her arm around Lisa, pulling her near and, as she
did so, she held Lisa's face and kissed her full on the lips.
For the briefest moment Lisa resisted and then she melted into the soft warm
embrace as she returned the kiss. The two girls continued kissing and gently
caressing each other until, suddenly, a bell sounded. Karen jumped away from
Lisa with a frightened look. Lisa got up, sadly.
'Oh, sweet Karen, that is our signal to be in our own rooms, the Mistress wants
us to be in our own beds tonight, but perhaps she will leave the shutters open.'
With one last kiss Lisa left Karen and walked the short distance down the
corridor to her own room. As she entered her familiar surroundings, Karen heard
a slight humming noise and, turning she saw that the door to her own room had
swung shut, followed seconds later by the sound of Lisa's door shutting.
The two girls were now separated by the bars and could talk freely to each other
but could no longer embrace intimately.
'It is time for us to shower and freshen ourselves up', Lisa spoke softly, and
wait for Mistress to visit us.'
Karen nodded and walked slowly across to the shower room.
While this introduction for Karen was taking place, unheard by the girls, Ken
and Andy were making their own way to the other end of the corridor. Andy was
perhaps not as conscious of his surroundings as Karen but he was nevertheless
quite impressed with the apparent comfort of his new home. As they reached the
door of the room allotted to Andy, Ken turned to him and bade him enter.
Despite his embarrassment at being clad in women's heels and wearing nail
varnish and lipstick, Andy felt quite at ease with Ken. The erections that both
men had been sporting, flaunting, for the past few hours had subsided and the
two men looked as normal as men could, bearing in mind that each was completely
devoid of body hair.
Ken showed his new partner around the room, similar in almost every way to that
now occupied by Karen, even down to the provision for bondage on and across the
bed. As he pointed out the features to Andy, the lack of privacy, he went
briefly into the corridor and like Lisa, raised the shutters to show Andy just
how close the two men would be in this place of confinement. Andy walked across
to the cupboard and opened it. Unlike the one that Karen had explored just a
few brief moments earlier this one had only a few leather based items, but it
did have a wide and varied range of female clothing, all, it seemed, in sizes to
fit the more masculine figure of Andy. On the top shelf there was a selection
of heeled shoes, not as high as those so recently admired by his former lover,
but still including some with heels as high as three inches, more than enough,
Andy thought, to prevent him from walking at all.
Ken spoke, disturbing Andy's thinking.
'And over here, my friend, is the dressing table, and here, and here and here,
'Ken opened little drawers and pulled each out in turn, 'you will find all of
the makeup, the cosmetics that you will need.'
Andy looked blankly across at Ken, who continued.
'Oh yes, oh yes indeed, you are going to become a new slave for our owners, and
I shall instruct you, so now think of yourself as a house slave!'
Andy was shocked, shaken to the core; what was happening to him?
Ken continued instructing his new charge.
'You will strip off, remove that makeup and then shower and freshen up before I
help prepare you to serve your owners at table.'
Too bemused to argue, or even speak, Andy removed his only 'clothes', the heels
and the straps around his cock and dutifully entered the shower.
'If you wish I can help you in there!', Ken called.
Tempted almost to accept, Andy made himself speak.
'No, thank you, I think I can manage quite well by myself.'
Ken smiled, he had heard similar responses in the past and he knew that he would
enjoy training this relatively innocent man to serve his owners, and, if he were
really lucky, himself as well.
Rinsing himself, Andy stepped out of the shower and began towelling vigorously.
As he towelled himself Andy walked into the bedroom area, looking at Ken
curiously.
'What do I have to do now', he asked, 'do you tell me or do I have to wait for
the Master?'
Ken stood back and admired Andy's lean muscular and sun-tanned body.
He smiled and told Andy 'Well, first of all you have to re-varnish your nails,
then do your eyes and lipstick!'
Andy was shocked, he thought that the use of cosmetics was just a brief
interlude to humiliate him in front of Karen, but it seemed that he was destined
to go even further.
'I have selected the shade you have to wear to serve the Master and Mistress',
Ken pushed a bottle, and lipstick in a bright red color towards Andy, 'very
fetching, do you think?'
Andy was embarrassed but did not argue; he began his task, carefully painting
his nails, toes then fingers. It was a task that he was as yet unaccustomed to,
and he was a little slow and clumsy but any mistakes he made were spotted and
drawn to his attention by Ken, who kept a close watch on every move.
Finally the varnish was applied to Ken's satisfaction and then he told Andy to
mascara his lashes and apply the lipstick.
Despite his initial feelings of embarrassment, of humiliation, Andy could not
deny to himself that he rather liked this new sensation, and, perhaps
unsurprisingly, his cock began to thicken yet again.
Ken noted the effect on Andy and thought to himself again that Andy would turn
out to be an excellent new member of the household.
Andy finished his lips and stood in front of Ken.
'Is that alright? Will I do for the Master now?'
'Yes, now all you need are some clothes to wear an you will be ready to perform
your duties.'
Andy felt a little re-assured then, despite the makeup, at least he would have
some clothes on.
'Here you are, wear these and you are ready to go to work!'
Ken threw some black hose, garter belt and what appeared to be an apron onto
the bed, before he turned round and selected a pair of black shoes with higher
heels than Andy had ever worn. They were only three inches but to someone
unaccustomed to heels they could just as well have been six or seven inches
high.
Andy carefully laid the sheer hose on the bed and sat down crossing his legs and
carefully beginning to slip the smooth sheer material over his painted toes, and
slowly and carefully drawing it up his shaven leg. He felt suddenly quite
aroused at the sensuous feel of the material and, despite himself, despite being
watch by the still naked Ken, he felt his cock begin to grow a little a little
more, to thicken and partially erect itself.
He managed to draw the silken hose over his knee and then began to insert his
other foot into the remaining stocking, drawing that one up his smooth leg until
it was above his knee. He could feel his cock hardening while he performed
this, for him quite new, simple process. He had no choice but to stand up and
pull each stocking as far up his thighs as they would go.
There was no hiding his erection from Ken, who said nothing but nevertheless
smiled to himself briefly before he finally spoke.
'You are careless, Andy, you forgot the garter belt. Women always fit that
first and then they can easily clip their stockings. Get on with it!'.
Andy as a little embarrassed by his foolish error but quickly adjusted the
skimpy black lace belt around his waist, letting the suspenders dangle down his
thighs. He recalled watching Karen perform this operation so many times but to
him it still seemed to be so difficult, but, despite his fumbling fingers he
managed to clip each stocking and smooth them down his thighs. He stood upright
to admire his appearance in the mirror and surprised h himself at the size of
his erection surmounting the sheer black material.
'You seem to enjoy wearing those, it seems, perhaps you had better slip the
shoes on and complete your dressing.', Ken offered his advice to Andy who
immediately moved over to the waiting heels.
He was no longer surprised to find that the shoes were a perfect fit for his
male feet, everything here had been planned in advance for his arrival and
everything seemed almost inevitable. He pushed his nylon clad, painted toes
into the heels in turn and found that despite the flimsy appearance of the strap
across the toes, and around his ankle, they were quite comfortable to fit and to
tighten up.
Not so easy to walk in!
Three inch heels for most women would be perfectly easy, a natural everyday
event, but for someone more accustomed to more robust, more solid, footwear the
challenge of wearing such flimsy shoes was daunting. However after a few steps
he found that in fact he could manage quite well; what he could not manage, what
he could not conceal, was the erection that still bobbed in front of him, the
reaction that felt so good.
'Just walk around the room for me, and then you may stroke your apology of a
cock that seems to please itself.' Ken was perhaps a little unkind in his
comparison, because Andy was in fact perhaps a little bigger than average,
something he was proud of, in that vain way that men have, but, compared with
Ken, he was definitely smaller!
He walked around the room a couple of times then stopped and, standing in front
of the mirror once again, admired his scantily clad self, while he began to
stroke his cock slowly.
'I think you should stop that, now! Master has not given you permission to
pleasure yourself has he?'
Andy stopped and apologized.
'Sorry, but I could not help myself!'
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Ken moved across the room and spoke quietly in Andy's ear.
'I understand, but I do not need permission! Here, let me help you!!!'
Andy felt a sudden thrill as he felt a strong masculine hand grasp his throbbing
member.
'Stand with your head bowed, your legs apart and your hands behind your back,
like a good slave.'
His feelings were confused, only a few short days earlier and he would have felt
revulsion at another man touching his cock, let alone masturbating him, but now,
after being introduced to Karl and his ways, his feelings were different.
'Oh yes, yes yes', he breathed as Ken quickened his strokes.
Andy had to admit to himself that it felt good, very good, to have another man
stoke him, perhaps, he thought, it was the same for us men as it supposedly is
for women. Karen had often told him that only a woman knew how to properly
satisfy another woman; perhaps the same was true for men as well.
His thought processes became a blur as Ken expertly stroked his cock bringing
him nearer and nearer to orgasm.
Suddenly the hand stopped as Ken moved around in front of him, and then knelt
down with his face near, oh so near, to his throbbing reddened member.
'We must not make any mess must we?', Ken looked up at Andy who could only
mumble in reply.
'No, of course not!'
Without any more delay Ken moved nearer and expertly began to suck the swollen
head into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to excite Andy even more.
Karen had given him some superb thrills as she sucked him, but this time, this
time with Ken, was very different! It was a man sucking him, but not sucking
him. More like, he thought, he is fucking me with his mouth. Yes, Ken thought
again, he is fucking me, and I am letting him. The pleasure intensified as he
felt himself near and nearer to cumming.
Then, almost without any warning he felt himself erupting, spurting deep into
Ken's waiting mouth. Even as his cum spurted, Ken continued his sucking and
licking making Andy beg him to stop. At last Ken pulled away, leaving Andy
gasping still with pleasure, his face flushed and his cock slowly subsiding.
'There, that was pretty good, don't you think?', Ken asked, and continued before
Andy could reply, 'We shall do that again when the Master requests, his guests
would enjoy seeing us together you know!'
Andy was too shocked to respond. Whatever he and Karen had got themselves
involved in was beyond his imagination, but regardless, the pleasures he had
had, and still was experiencing, made all of his inhibitions disappear.
'Time to get dressed properly, don't forget your cock strap, pull it nice and
tight,' Ken ordered his companion. 'unless you want me to help you. And then
you can put your apron on and follow me.'
Andy looked confused, as the only clothing he could see was the short frilly
apron, black with lace edges, very definitely in the style of the French Maid of
his teenage fantasies.
'Is this all?'
'Oh, yes indeed, that is what any good servant wears in this house!'
Andy felt something in the pocket of the apron and felt the outline of what
appeared to be some clothespins.
'What are these for?', he asked, hoping they were a mistake but fearing the
worst.
'Oh my, you have to ask? Just do not do anything wrong or you may feel some
extra punishment!', Ken answered, smiling at the thought of the hapless Andy
clad in heels, apron and clothespins clipped to some of his sensitive flesh.
With that Ken led his charge along the corridor and back into the main part of
the house. On the way towards the dining room, Andy looked into an open room
and saw a bank of monitors showing, he felt sure, two naked girls in some sort
of embrace. Could that be Karen and Lisa in their room? No doubt he would find
out sooner or later, but with Ken urging him on he had no time to stand and
stare.
Finally, Ken reached the door of the dining room, and, stepping inside, gestured
Andy to follow him. Greta and Karl were sat at opposite ends of a large table,
looking expectantly at the new arrivals, the naked Ken and the scantily clad
Andy.
'Master, Mistress, may I present to you, your new maid', Kensmiled broadly
'Slave Andrea!'
End of part 13
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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