ENSLAVED by Reine Woods
Chapter One: The Beginning
Kurt was lighting a cigarette by the newsstand when he spotted her. She was
crossing the street, coming toward him, her hips unconsciously moving
seductively. She looked very self-confident, very much in control of herself.
She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse, tucked into her proper light gray
skirt, and had her light-weight yellow jacket slung over her briefcase. She
carried a summer straw hat with a white lace ribbon, as he had instructed.
Although small, her arms looked muscular, as though she regularly worked out at
the gym. His gaze traveled down her body to her legs, which were well shaped,
and also had that firm, toned look to them.
So this was Jana. He had wondered what she looked like in person. She was very
attractive, very composed. Slender, mid-height, auburn hair down to her
shoulders, soft brown eyes. They had spoken on the phone several times, but had
not met until now, when she was sure of what she wanted and he was sure that he
could provide it. Jana had some exposure to light D/s, but she wanted to
experience complete submission. She wanted to live the lifestyle 24 by 7; she
wanted an intense experience even if only for a few weeks. Did she really know
what she was asking for? Or did she think this was all some sort of game. Kurt
took this lifestyle very seriously. He was not a professional trainer, but had
done work in that area. He saw himself more as a provider of fantasy
fulfillment. They had reviewed checklists time and time again, and Kurt was
not really surprised at some of the scenes she wanted to experience. But did
she know what she was asking for? He had asked her to see a doctor who was
known for his work within the D/s community, and she had willingly obtained the
medical report stating that she was physically and emotionally fit for this
experience.
Jana entered the restaurant, spoke to the maitre'd and was seated in a private
alcove of the exclusive Scheherazade. Kurt followed her in, tipped the maitre'd
handsomely, and approached Jana.
He bowed, then lifted her chin and gazed meaningfully into her eyes. "Jana, you
are beautiful." He uttered softly.
Jana blushed prettily, and smiled up at him. She had not expected someone so
sensually handsome and gallant. She had been nervous about the meeting, and was
starting to think that she had made a mistake in agreeing to meet. But she
needed to let some excitement into her life following the end of her predictable
relationship with Ted, and it looked as though this was a way for her to finally
experience her fantasies. Her cousin, Elizabeth, had arranged contact with
Kurt. Elizabeth was very active in the D/s community, and Jana trusted her
judgement. Jana's telephone conversations with Kurt had been reassuring. He
had spoken about safety, trust, limits, safewords, and agreements. If she made
sure that he understood what she was looking for, this promised to be all that
she had hoped for.
The evening went exceptionally well, and Jana felt that Kurt fully understood
her needs. They agreed to meet again tomorrow night to sign a "contract", and
set things in motion. Jana was to be his slave for two months. She would
request a leave of absence from work, and tell her friends and relatives that
she was going away on business until the middle of September. She smiled to
herself...and this was business...her business, and no one else's!
Kurt had arranged for his car to take Jana home. The more Jana thought about
their meeting, the more convinced she became that she was making the right
decision in moving forward with Kurt. She may never get this opportunity again.
Kurt was independently wealthy, and had the leisure to spend the next two months
with her, providing her with the experience she craved. What he received in
return was material for his writing, works of both fiction and non-fiction,
based upon what they would experience together. His credentials were solid, and
he was well known in the D/s community.
Kurt reviewed the contract that he had drawn up for Jana to sign. She had
specifically asked him to put in a clause that provided him with the authority
to expand upon his role as Master and hers as slave. He in turn had taken
advantage of her request, wording the contract so that he could modify the
agreement in order to maintain his commitment to their Master/slave
relationship. Jana wanted to be made to feel as though she had no choices, that
she was totally at his disposal . She felt that otherwise the experience would
not be real. She trusted him to ensure her ultimate well being, regardless of
what temporary discomfort he would put her through. Well, he would give her
what she wanted. And she agreed that it would be at his terms. She was coming
into this with her full consent. He was meeting Jana at her apartment to finish
the legal paperwork, and to instruct her how to prepare for her enslavement.
Jana had not been to his home, and he preferred that she first see it as his
slave.
The paperwork was signed, and Kurt gave her his instructions. She was to be
waiting at an outside table at Davio's at 4:00 PM the next day. He did not
order her to wear any particular clothing, but he was clear that she was to
bring with her only what she was wearing at the time. She was to order a
mineral water, and then sit waiting with her hands folded in her lap, her head
and eyes downcast. This would mark the beginning of her enslavement. Someone
would come for her, he said, and it would probably not be him.
Jana did as instructed and sat waiting in the July afternoon heat. 4:00 came
and went, and no one approached her. An hour went by, and Jana was beginning to
grow impatient. She would wait another half an hour, she decided, and then call
the whole thing off. The wait in the heat made her thirsty, so she ordered
another mineral water.
She was raising the glass to her mouth when a hand grasped her wrist, and a
rough voice whispered in her ear, "Did your Master give you permission to order
another drink?"
A thrill went through Jana's spine as she realized the game had started. "I was
thirsty, and you're late." She said, a bit impatiently.
"The Master will deal with this attitude when you arrive," the man said. "You
are to come with me, NOW!"
Jana realized by his angry response that she probably should have been at least
a little apologetic. She let herself be led down the street to the waiting car.
Jana sat back against the soft leather seat, and looked around. The car was
actually a limousine. The back of the car could sit six people comfortably.
There was a well-stocked bar, and the glasses were crystal. A magazine rack
held today's NY Times, the Wall St. Journal and various business periodicals.
The windows were darkly tinted. She knew that although she could see out, no
one could see in. There was a partition between the driver's seat and the back
seat, and there was a small speaker under the window, which she imagined was
used to communicate with the driver. Jana noticed that there were no door
handles or visible locks on the doors. For a moment she wondered if she should
be concerned about that. The absence of handles and locks made her a prisoner
in the back of the car, but this must all be part of the effects intended to
make her feel that way.
The driver spoke to her just then, giving her the Master's orders. "Undress.
Remove everything. Fold your clothes, and hand me your things when I open the
partition."
Jana did so immediately.
"Sit with your legs apart, your hands clasped behind your head, and do not move,
or you will be given even more punishment when you arrive."
She experienced a moment of fear, but then she relaxed into the arousal she
felt at those words. What a delicious fantasy, she thought.
The ride was longer than she expected, and Jana's arms were beginning to get
tired. Who was she holding them up for anyway? Kurt, her soon-to-be-Master,
wasn't there, and he was the only one she thought she had to obey in this game.
Her arms went down, and she sighed in comfort. The car stopped once, for gas,
and she enjoyed knowing that she was sitting in the back seat, completely naked,
with people outside unaware of her state.
Jana guessed that they had been driving for about four hours, since it was past
twilight and dark out. For the last half-hour or so they had been driving along
a narrow dirt road, not a house in sight. They came to a fence, and Jana
noticed that it opened by remote control, and that it was electrified. A second
fence was not electrified, but it was topped with spirals of barbed wire. The
last fence was ornate, but still served it's purpose in keeping people out - or
in - since it was high, and each vertical iron rod came to a very sharp point.
The security was much more than Jana was comfortable with, and again her stomach
tightened in fear. Why did he need so much security?
Jana caught a glimpse of the house - no, it was mansion - as the car turned into
the driveway. It was spectacular - large and gothic. The car came to a stop,
and immediately the door was opened and hands reached in to pull her out. The
hold on her arms was like iron, and firm enough to hurt. Her arms were pulled
back, and she felt cold steel close around her wrists. . At the same time, a
black silk scarf was tied around her eyes. Rough hands pushed her forward down
a hallway, then she was stopped. Someone was unlocking her handcuffs, but the
two men on either side were still firmly holding her. Her arms were pulled
upward, and she felt leather go around her wrists and heard locks being closed
on them. Her arms were pulled upward even more, this time by whatever was
around her wrists. She felt herself stretch, and went up on her toes so that
she could keep contact with the floor. It was uncomfortable. The reality of
being in this position was not what she expected. The D/s she had experienced
before had never involved that much discomfort.
"OK, I can take this." Jana thought to herself. In fact, being in such a
vulnerable position was arousing, and she felt herself get wet.
"Where's Kurt?" she asked the men. "I thought he'd be here to meet me when I
arrived."
Jana was shocked by the response. She felt an intense stinging sensation across
the backs of her thighs, and a voice commanded her to keep silent. Jana was too
stunned to do anything other than what the voice commanded her to do. She had
not expected such sharp pain. Oh, she knew she was going to be whipped, fucked,
and disciplined, but although she wanted an intense experience, she hadn't
expected to be hit this hard. This man didn't know his own strength.
Jana heard footsteps recede and a door close, and realized she was alone in the
room. After a while, her arms began to hurt, and she raised herself on her
toes as much as she could to give them some relief. After a few minutes, she
let her wrists carry her weight again. She kept on shifting between standing
on her toes, and letting her wrists keep her up. She felt she had been
suspended there for a very long time, and her arms and legs ached. She didn't
know how long it had been since she had been brought to the room, but judging
from the pain in her arms, it must have been a few hours. More time went by,
and she became so used to the pain that she almost didn't notice it. But it
always came again, in waves. Pain, and then numbness. Pain and numbness again.
This was not at all what she had expected. Maybe this was a very bad idea.
Well, when she saw Kurt she would tell him that she was reconsidering and was
thinking about forgetting about the whole thing.
After what seemed like hours upon hours, Jana heard the door open and someone
walked into the room.
"Kurt?" she asked. There was no response. "Listen, I want to see Kurt." She
demanded.
Again, no response.
She felt the person draw near, and remove her earrings, pendant, rings, watch
and bracelet. Jana's breath caught in her throat. Unexpectedly, Jana heard a
loud crack and immediately felt the sting of a leather strap against her bottom.
"I am very disappointed in you, Jana." She heard Kurt say, and felt another
blow against her bottom.
"Kurt, listen, I want this to stop." She demanded. "Emerald!" she gave the
safeword.
Kurt ignored the safeword, and gave her three quick blows in succession, all on
the same spot, and she felt her bottom burning.
"You speak to me only with my permission, Jana" he said, "And I haven't given
it to you."
"Kurt, I changed my mind. I...I thought this would be different. I'm calling
this off. Let me go right now!" she demanded.
Kurt sighed, and said "Such a disobedient slave, and so disrespectful to her
Master. I have a lot to teach you, Jana."
He felt her cunt, which was wet with her juices. In spite of her words, she
liked this. Well, she said she wanted no choices, and very clearly articulated
that she wanted to be forced. He was giving her what she asked for.
Still...The strap came down across her bottom again and again, the pain becoming
more intense with each blow. Jana couldn't catch her breath to speak, and was
only able to squirm and scream as he kept on beating her.
Finally, Kurt stopped and she felt his hands caress the side of her face, and
brush her hair back gently. She was sobbing, trying to catch her breath.
Kurt spoke. "If you say another word, Jana, I will beat you again, only twice
as long. Do you understand?" Jana was unable to reply. "Jana, do you
understand?
Jana was frightened of what Kurt would do if she didn't acknowledge his
question, so she nodded yes.
"Good," he said. "Nod your head yes or no in response to my questions. If you
don't respond immediately, you'll feel the whip again. Did I instruct you to
order a mineral water at Davio's and then to sit and wait?" he asked. Jana
nodded yes. "Did I instruct you to order another one?"
Jana's sobs had subsided some, and she started to explain, "I was thirst..."
Crack, went the whip. And then twice more. She managed to not cry out, and
remained silent.
"Did I instruct you to order another one?" She shook her head no. "Then you
disobeyed me when you did, is that right, Jana?"
Should she say yes or no, she thought. She feared that either answer would
result in more pain. She guessed that he wanted her to acknowledge that she had
disobeyed him. She nodded her head yes.
"I do not tolerate disobedience," he said calmly. "Make no mistake, you will be
punished."
"In the car, were you instructed to remove everything and then sit with your
hands behind your head, Jana?"
"Yes, but not by you." She said softly.
"Silence!" he said, and again, the whip came down across her bottom, five hard
hits. "Jana, were you instructed to remove everything and then sit with your
hands behind your head?"
She nodded yes. "Yet you did not remove your jewelry," Kurt stated. "And you
put your arms down without permission. Is that right?" Jana nodded again
quickly, afraid to antagonize him.
She intuitively knew that he would follow their contract explicitly, and for the
next two months, she was his, like it or not.
"Now to deal with your insolence, Jana. How dare you demand I let you go? How
dare you demand anything of me?" Kurt did not wait for her reply, but brought
the whip against her already reddened bottom over and over again, until she
screamed in pain, and begged him to stop.
She was now very much afraid, how far did he intend to push her? The pain was
intense, yet her body was betraying her, because she pictured Kurt's strong arm
wielding the whip against her naked bottom, and the image aroused her.
"Listen to me now, Jana, and listen very carefully. This is NOT a game. You
willingly signed a contract giving yourself to me, and giving me permission to
do what I felt was necessary to train you to be a submissive slave. This is
what you wanted."
Jana dared to talk again. "Yes, but I was to decide the limits of what we did,
and we have a safeword. I gave you the safeword!" she gasped.
Again, a shower of blows landed across her bottom. Her bottom was very sore,
and the blow upon blow on her sensitive behind was very, very painful. Jana bit
her lower lip, and tears started down her face.
"Jana, you also gave me authority to modify the rules if I felt that the
Master/slave relationship was in jeopardy. Your immediate and continued
disobedience from the very start says to me that we have a problem here, and
since I committed to you that I would make you submissive, I feel I must change
the rule about limits and safewords. Jana, I and only I, will decide what your
limits are. Our safeword no longer has any meaning."
Jana opened her lips to speak. " Sshh," Kurt said, putting a finger to her
lips, and continuing softly, "Don't say another word, Jana. I don't want to
punish you again. For as long as I deem necessary, you have no rights - no
rights at all," he emphasized. "You do only what I allow you to do. For the
next two months, you belong to me completely. You will exist only to please
me."
Jana was crying openly now. "What did I get myself into?" she said to herself.
"How do I get out of this? How can I escape? Will anyone come looking for me?"
Guessing her thoughts, Kurt continued, "Jana, you came into this
willingly...more than willingly...eagerly. Do not look for rescue. You yourself
took a two month leave of absence from work. You yourself told your friends and
family that you were going away on business, and would be away for two months.
No one will be looking for you. As for you escaping, don't put yourself in a
position where I will have to do something extreme to punish you. You will not
escape, and the attempt will be dealt with severely. I am sure you've noticed
the security I have in place on my estate. I don't think you'll be able to get
by it."
"Jana, I am going to teach you well. When I show you off, I want to be proud
of what I've made out of you."
She shuddered at his words. Show her off? To be put on exhibit? Suddenly she
began to feel the anger rise in her, and overwhelm the fear. He took advantage
of her, she thought. She was so new to this, he knew that. They should have
been more explicit when talking about what this would be like.
She shouted at him. "Damn you, you bastard! You asshole! You perverted son of
a bitch! Let me go!"
As soon as the words were out, the anger dissipated and was replaced by fear.
What had she done? She wanted to take the words back. What was he going to do
to her for speaking those words?
Kurt was silent for a long time. Then he spoke his voice still soft. "Jana, you
know you must be punished for that outburst. I want you to beg me for
forgiveness, and I want you to beg me to punish you for being disrespectful to
me. I will not stop beating you until you do so. Realize that so far I have
been lenient with you since you are new to your position as slave. I will be
lenient still with this beating, but this will not continue"."
"What you want or don't want has no importance whatsoever. Slaves have no
rights. Jana, why do you insist on being so obstinate? You can be my slave
willingly, as you came into this, or I'll beat you into it. As you requested,
I would like to point out. Now, I don't want to hear any more about this being
a game, about what you want or don't want, about what you agreed to. When I see
fit, I will give you a copy of the contract you signed to review, so that you
can see that I am giving you exactly what was agreed to."
Thus far, the blows that Kurt had applied were all on her bottom. Now, Kurt
started to hit her on her thighs, back and front, and on her breasts as well.
Over and over, the whip came down bruising her tender flesh. In spite of the
pain, Jana did not want to give in, especially not to ask him for more
punishment. But Kurt was not showing any signs of stopping, and she finally
gasped out, "OK, please, forgive me! Punish me some more.
"The correct way to say it is, 'Please forgive me, Master.' And I want you to
say what you need to be punished for." The whip kept coming down on her.
"Please forgive me, Master! Please punish me some more for being disrespectful
to you."
Kurt paused the beating. "OK, Jana. I forgive you. And I will grant your
request for more punishment. What do you think you deserve? Another ten?"
"No, Master, not ten. I can't take another ten!"
"Are you saying that being disrespectful to me is not significant enough to
warrant at least ten strokes?" Crack, went the whip across her breasts, hitting
her across both nipples. "Does it warrant twenty?"
What should she say, thought Jana? There was no answer that would spare her
from more blows. She sensed that she should agree to twenty. "Yes, Master,
twenty." Another blow, this time across the back of her legs.
"Don't you think, Jana, that perhaps it deserves even more? Hmm?"
She nodded her head, finding it hard to speak.
"How many more, Jana?" he asked.
"Another two, Master." She hoped that would satisfy him.
Crack! "Only another two?"
"No, Master, another five."
Crack! "Ten! Ten, Master!"
"Beg, Jana, beg me to give you thirty."
Jana shivered. Thirty! It would be impossible for her to endure it. And yet,
she was afraid of what he would do if the didn't try to please him. "Please,
Master, give me thirty. Please." She was sobbing and her whole body was
trembling.
"OK, Jana, I will give you thirty. But you must count them out." Crack.
"One," she said.
"One, Master!" he reminded her how she should address him, and the whip came
down again. "Now, we start the count over."
Crack! "One, Master!" Crack! "Two, Master!" Crack...
In spite of the pain, Jana became aroused. She realized that she wanted Kurt to
take her, and her need to feel his hardness in her soft, wet dark cave was
intoxicating. When the beating stopped, Jana was barely conscious, but she
didn't know if it was from the beating or from her lust. She heard water being
poured into a glass, and Kurt held the glass up to her lips. She drank
thirstily.
"Thank me, Jana, Kurt instructed.
"Thank you, Master."
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for the water, Master."
Crack! "And for what else?" Jana tried to think what she should be thanking
him for. The only thing he had done for her was to give her water. Crack!
"For what else, Jana?"
"I...I don't know!" she stammered.
Crack! "You didn't say Master."
"I don't know, Master!" she was crying again. Why didn't he let her down and
take her? When they were in her apartment discussing the agreement, there was
nothing about this awful punishment. But then yes, she recalled, she agreed to
being beaten by anything at any time for any reason. The only exception was
the use of the more extreme whips which could cut her back. But she didn't
think it would hurt this much.
Crack! "Think hard, Jana."
"Master, please, please...I really don't know, please!" she pleaded.
Crack! Jana screamed her pain. "What did we just finish?" he asked, his voice
calm and patient.
"Beating me, Master." She said.
"For what?" he asked.
Jana tried to think, but the pain was making it difficult. She hadn't done
anything wrong, and she couldn't remember what she had been forced to admit to.
Crack! "For what, Jana?" Crack! "I will keep beating you until you tell me
for what."
"Please, no, Master!" Jana sobbed.
Crack! "For what, Jana!"
Jana tried to get her thoughts to push past the pain and need. "Master, for
being disrespectful!" She remembered!
Crack! "So, thank me, Jana!"
"Master, thank you for beating me for being disrespectful to you."
"Good, good, Jana." Kurt finally stopped hitting her. Her whole body was
throbbing with pain and arousal, and she couldn't stop sobbing. "For tonight,
Jana, I am going to leave you here, as you are. "
"No!" she cried out. "No, I can't take this! Please, I'll die." No, no, no.
He can't leave me like this for the whole night, suspended by my wrists, she
thought. She had been in pain before he started the beating, and now the
torment was unbearable. Her sexual desire for him left her immediately, pushed
out by her fear.
He laughed. "I don't think you're going to die, Jana. This is nothing compared
with what I am going to put you through during your training." Crack! "You
spoke without my permission." Crack! "And you did not address me as Master."
Crack!
"Master, please, I'm sorry. Please forgive me for talking without your
permission, Master. Master, please, let me down, Master."
"Nicely said, Jana. You're catching on. But you are staying here. I'll see
you in the morning."
The door shut, and she heard the sound of a bolt lock it. She waited, and
although she was suddenly afraid of Kurt, she wanted him to come back, to fuck
her, to not leave her here like this for so many hours. She wouldn't be able
to stand it.
But there was nothing, nothing at all she could do about it. Never had she felt
so vulnerable, so frightened, so completely under someone's control. She put
her head against her arms, and continued crying softly. She had asked for this,
but she hadn't known what she was asking for. She remembered all the warnings
she had read about and ignored, about being careful in choosing a dominant,
about setting up a check in with a friend. These were warnings she had ignored.
Oh, she thought she was such a good judge of character, and that she could take
care of herself. And now she was here, wherever that was. She didn't even
know where she was! Helpless, completely vulnerable to whatever Kurt wanted to
do to her.
Jana fell asleep. She didn't know how, but she was grateful. Each minute that
she hung there, each minute that she felt the pain shooting up her arms and
around her wrists, the pain all over her body from the whipping felt like an
hour. She hoped that she had slept for a long time and that it was morning and
that someone would come in to let her down. But then what, she thought? He had
said that he was going to do worse things to her.
The hours dragged on as before, and Jana knew that however long she had slept,
it hadn't been long enough. She wanted to let her mind go blank, to stop
feeling this fear, to stop feeling the pain. But it didn't matter what she
thought. The fear, the pain only got worse.
Jana was at the point where she was ready to scream just for the relief
screaming would bring her when she heard the door open. She felt her wrists
unbound and her arms lowered. The pain of bringing them down was more intense
than the pain of keeping them up. She cried out, and went to rub her aching
arms, but a pair of hands brought her wrists behind her back, and she felt
restraints put on them again. The arms pushed her forward, and she was taken
into a large, chill room. She knew the room was large by the echo of their
footsteps. Her arms were unbound again, but this time they were stretched out
horizontally, reaching up to the sides only slightly, and bound to something
again. The same was done to her ankles, and there she was, stretched out,
helpless. Her blindfold was removed, and she squinted at the sudden light,
although the room was dim, and lit only by candles. She moved her head around,
taking in her surroundings. She was in fact in a very large room, but one that
was sparsely furnished. She first noticed the chains, hooks and rings that were
fastened in various places in the room. There were black leather armchairs
scattered about the room, some tables, and then some other furniture that she
didn't recognize, but that made her feel very, very afraid. Although it was
daylight, it was raining outside, and the heavy drapes at the windows added to
the gloom in the candle lit room.
Someone behind her grasped her hair and pulled it tight into a ponytail.
Something was being wrapped around it, and then she felt another sharp pull on
her scalp as her hair was fastened to an overhead hook and pulled tight. She
couldn't move her head without feeling as though her hair was going to be ripped
out of her scalp. The man came around in front of her, and fingers pinched her
cheeks making her open her mouth, and something was shoved into it. She gagged
and tried to push it out with her tongue, but it was useless. The something in
her mouth was a leather gag, she realized. She felt it being fastened tightly
around her head. She was now spread-eagled in the middle of this cold and damp
room, her head held motionless by her hair, forcing her to look forward, and
with a leather gag pushed into her mouth, making it impossible for her to make a
sound other than a moan or a grunt. The man left, and she was alone again.
She still felt the beating she had received yesterday, but to her surprise, it
was discomfort rather than pain. The gag was uncomfortable, and her hair pulled
at her scalp if she tried to move her head, but other than that, she was not
feeling the pain she had expected. The anticipation of what might happen next,
however, was as tortuous as being beaten.
A door behind her opened, and Kurt walked into her sight. He stopped in front
of her, put his hands on his hips, and looked her up and down. In spite of her
fear, he was arousing her. His eyes moved to her nipples, and then to the soft
hair between her legs. She felt herself get wet. Her body was betraying her,
but she was not going to give in to the feeling this time, she was going to
focus on her anger, the feeling of violation, and the feeling that she had been
misled. She wished she could move her head, say something, do anything other
than stand there, arms and legs spread out, staring ahead at him.
Kurt drew up one of the chairs. He held something in his hand - a riding crop,
she thought, and he idly toyed with it as he started at her intensely.
He's going to whip me again, Jana thought, and felt herself get lightheaded with
fear, or was it arousal? Or both? But Kurt only toyed with the riding crop,
moving his fingers over the rod, twirling the leather around his fingers. He
moved his chair forward, and sat up toward her.
Kurt touched one of her nipples with the top of the riding crop. He moved it
back and forth over the tip, which was hard and puckered from the cold. He
moved the crop down her belly and to the dark hair between her legs, and rubbed
it back and forth against her clit. He sat back again.
"According to our signed agreement, Jana, you have become my property. Your only
purpose in life while you are here is to give me pleasure. You will do anything
and everything I say, immediately and without question. Any delay or failure to
do what I say will be punished."
The riding crop went out to her other nipple, and he began to move it back and
forth again. The nipple was so sensitive, the touch of the crop moved from the
nipple down her body and to her cunt. He was arousing her again, she thought in
amazement and in humiliation.
"You own nothing, not even yourself. I own you. You live, breathe, sleep, eat
and drink only because I let you. I can deny you any of those whenever I wish."
"I am going to begin training you today. You will listen to me carefully while
I tell you my rules, which you must obey without question."
He got up and walked around her. The riding crop began to caress her ass, and
he moved it into the crack, gently pushing against the opening. Never before
had anyone done anything with Jana's ass, and Jana wasn't sure if the feeling
she had was one of pain or pleasure.
"Here are the rules," he said. "I will not repeat them to you, so remember
them well. Also, I want you to know that I may add new rules or change the
existing rules whenever I please, but ignorance of the changes will not excuse
you from being punished if you disobey them." Kurt began to recite the long
list of rules, but Jana was now so aroused that she was not in any condition to
comprehend what he was saying.
He was in front of her again. He threw the riding crop on the chair behind him,
and took her nipples between his fingers. He gently rolled the tips back and
forth. He tightened his grip on the tips, and Jana felt the pain shoot through
her breasts. She hated the pain, and she thought she was also beginning to hate
the feeling of arousal that his touch gave her. Kurt knew this was what she was
feeling. It was a good start, he thought.
"You will spend the next two months being trained as a slave. You will respond
to the training in stages. At first, you will be forced to do what I command.
I can see that in spite of what you asked for, you were not quite as ready for
this as you thought. During the second stage, you will obey my commands out of
fear. I will expect you to obey me, and failure to do so will be punished. And
do I know how to punish. " He twisted her nipples painfully. "When you reach
the last stage, you will obey me because the only thing you want in the world is
to please me, and because I have given you your fantasy."
"I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that this will never happen,
that you will resist even getting to the second stage. But I have as much time
as I need, and eventually you will break. "
He picked up the riding crop again, and shoved it into her, hard. It hurt, she
thought. But bound and gagged the way she was, there was nothing she could do
to stop his moving the crop in and out of her vagina, each time driving it in it
further and harder. She cried out around her gag, but the sound that came out
was weak and muffled. She had never felt so helpless in her life. She was
entirely at his mercy, and it seemed he had no mercy to give. And after a few
minutes, she did not want his mercy, as her arousal peaked in orgasm.
Kurt moved the riding crop up her body, circled her nipples, and then moved the
crop up to her face and held it under her nose. "Do you smell yourself on the
leather?" he asked. "This is what I mean. You will betray yourself like your
body is betraying you right now, and your bondage will begin to feel like
pleasure."
His words penetrated the sensual haze she was in, and she felt anger stir in
her again. This was so degrading, she thought. How could she ever have wanted
to experience this total bondage? He had taken advantage of her being so naive
about this dark world, and basically kidnapped and tortured her. Although she
knew better, she let the anger blaze in her eyes as she stared at him.
The riding crop in his hand moved, and she felt hot pain across her breasts.
Again and again he hit her across her breasts. He stopped after about twenty
blows. Kurt came up to her and grasped her face with his fingers, pressing them
cruelly into her cheeks and pulling her head forward so that her hair was pulled
even tighter and pain shot out across her scalp.
"You weren't listening to the rules. Or even worse, you heard them but decided
to ignore them. Did I not tell you that you are never to look at me unless I
give you permission?"
Jana's eyes dropped immediately. Kurt was enjoying himself very much. She was
afraid, she was aroused, she was defiant. The next step was to humiliate her.
Kurt picked up the phone, dialed an extension, and spoke to the person at the
other end in a low voice. A minute later, the door opened and the man who had
brought her into this room earlier walked in. Jana had not had the chance to
really look at him earlier, but now she saw that he was almost handsome, very
muscular, clean-shaven with short, blond hair, and dressed entirely in black.
Kurt turned to the man and said, "Bryne, she needs to be cleaned up. Give her
some water to drink first. No food, though. I think she can go longer without
food." Without another word or glance at Jana, he walked off and she heard a
door open and close behind her. He was gone. Her body cried out for him to
return, while her mind sent curses after him.
The door opened again, and she heard more footsteps. Another man had joined
Bryne, similarly dressed and just as muscular. Her left ankle was released
first, and a restraint was put on it. Then her right ankle, which was
immediately chained to the left one. The same was done with her arms, then a
collar was put around her neck. It had rings all around it, and a long strap
with another ring hanging down her back. She immediately found out what it was
for when her hands were pulled up to the small of her back, and a clasp in the
wrist restraint was attached to the strap on the collar. To keep from choking,
she had to force her hands to remain at the small of her back. Her hair was
then released, and a leash was attached to one of the rings on the collar. One
of the men grabbed the leash and pulled her forward. Jana had no choice but to
follow him.
He pulled her toward a doorway on the left of the room, and she found herself in
a plain room, lit by fluorescent lights, and furnished with more strange
looking objects. Directly in front of her was a bathroom. It had no door,
however, and the toilet seat was aligned with the doorway, giving whoever was
using it no privacy. There was a small sink with a soap dispenser over it, but
no towels or mirror. On the left side of the room was a large shower area, but
one that left Jana no doubt that it was not for use by someone taking a
willing shower. Jana's wrists were first released from the neck collar, and the
relief she felt was overwhelming. The collar came off next, and then one wrist.
Her hand was pulled up over her head and attached to a steel cuff that came down
from the ceiling on a long chain. The same was done to her other wrist. Jana
looked up and saw a showerhead directly over her. Her ankles were attached to
the floor of the shower, spread apart almost to the point where she could not
keep her balance, Jana looked at the walls of the shower. Two of the walls
were lined with nozzles facing her at frequent intervals, so if turned on, there
was not a part of her that would not be hit with the spray. There was also a
nozzle beneath her, which Jana was very much afraid shot water upward toward her
genitals. There were also two flexible metal hoses coming out from the walls.
A shelf with a big array of brushes was attached to one of the walls, and
another shelf held a variety of soaps, shampoos and lotions.
"Make this a long shower, Richard." Said Bryne, looking at her coldly. "Kurt
will want her shaved as well."
The gag was still in Jana's mouth, so she was not able to say anything. But she
gave the men a furious look. "Did Kurt instruct her that she was not allowed to
look at anyone?" asked the man called Richard.
Bryne nodded, "She's been told at least twice."
"Then why are this bitch's eyes on me?" he reached out and pinched her nipples
cruelly. "Put your eyes down, cunt!" he shouted at her. "Now, before I drag
you out of here and put you on your knees in front of Kurt. When he hears that
you disobeyed him after hearing the rule twice, he will have you punished so
hard that your training will be delayed by a week while you recover!"
Jana's eyes dropped down again. She had felt naked and exposed in front of
Kurt, but she felt desire for him too, and after all, she had asked Kurt to
dominate her. But to be naked in front of these two men that she had never seen
before in her life, and then to go through the indignity of being bathed by them
was beyond humiliating.
Richard reached into the shower and turned a nozzle. Immediately, Jana was hit
on all sides by a powerful stream of icy cold water. She bit down on the gag
and instinctively tried to move her hands to protect herself from the stream,
but was caught short by the restraints. The force of the water coming up from
the floor was hitting her directly between the legs, and with her ankles
restrained, she couldn't move herself away from it. Bryne and Richard stared at
her squirming under the blast of the freezing water.
After a while, she began to get used to the water, since it no longer felt as
shockingly cold as it did at first, and the water hitting her between the legs
felt wonderful. Richard picked up a small brush and gave one with a handle to
Bryne, then shut off the water. Jana hung there, water dripping into her eyes
from her hair. Richard picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it over his brush,
Bryne doing the same. Both men began to scrub her at the same time. Bryne
stood behind her, and moved the brush over her butt, in the crack, and then
forward to her labia. The bristles were hard, and Bryne was putting a lot of
pressure on the brush, yet Jana felt lightheaded from the intensity of her
arousal. She pushed herself forward against the brush, needing the stimulation
it provided.
Richard, meanwhile, was rubbing her top, front and back, with the smaller brush.
The brush may have been smaller, but the bristles were twice as hard. It hurt!
The brush went around and around, over her stomach, over her breasts, her back,
her arms. It went everywhere except over her nipples. Jana hoped that the
brush would not come near them, and when Richard put the brush down and began to
shampoo her hair, she thought that she would be lucky.
Bryne had finished washing her legs and ass, but he still continued to scrub at
her labia. She felt raw and sensitive. A few times the brush just whispered
over her clit, but the sensation was as excruciating as if he were rubbing full
force. Both men stopped washing her, and the water went back on again. A
minute this time, and it went off again. Soundlessly, Richard put conditioner
into her hair, while Bryne began to shave her legs and underarms.
Then what she had feared happened, and Richard came around to her front with
the brush. "The conditioner has a few minutes to set, so we have a lot of time
to get your nipples clean." he said, with a lewd laugh. The brush began moving
over her nipples, one at a time. Richard would rub one nipple with the brush
for a few seconds, and then switch to the other. His fingers played with the
nipple that he wasn't brushing, and they became sore and sensitive. She didn't
know which felt worse - the harsh bristles of the brush or the soft touch of his
fingertips. She was almost out of her mind from the sensation when Richard
stopped, and with a final viscious scrub against the nipples, put the brush
away.
When they were satisfied that she was clean, they removed the gag, but before
she could cry out or say anything, Richard replaced it with a clamp that pulled
her mouth wide open and he began to brush her teeth. He rinsed her mouth with
water from one of the hoses, which he then inserted into her vagina for a
minute, and ended up by shoving the other hose into her ass and cleaning her
there.
Then once again, the shower was on full blast, and she was rinsed for a full
five minutes with the icy cold water.
Jana had never felt so clean and yet so dirty at the same time. She felt
violated, humiliated. She felt as though she had been raped. She had no doubt
that would be coming shortly. It would have felt different with Kurt even if he
brushed her skin harder than they did, even though she hated him and he had
tricked her.
Bryne took her ankles out of their restraints and put a set of heavy, stainless
steel braces around each ankle. There was a locking mechanism that not only
attached the braces to each ankle, but also to each other. Jana was well
hobbled in this fashion. Next, similar braces went onto her wrists, and again,
her wrists were bound together behind her back. She noticed that the steel
braces came with a thick metal loop welded on to it. The clamp was still in her
mouth, and worked as well as a gag in keeping her quiet.
With her ankles tightly attached to each other, Jana was unable to walk, so
Bryne and Richard dragged her out of the bathroom and over to a long, vinyl
covered bench that looked like it could be bent into several positions, as well
as lowered or made higher. There were chains and loops all around the bench and
Jana had no doubts about the reason they were there. Jana was made to sit down
on the bench, and then pulled up, still sitting, until she was in the middle,
with her legs out in front of her. Bryne unlatched the wrist cuffs from each
other, and each man took one arm, pushed her onto her back, and bound the metal
brace to the side of the bench. Wing sections came out of the bench along side
her feet, and her ankles were attached to them. The wing sections spread her
legs out as far as possible, then straps were put around her abdomen, her thighs
and her calves. She was firmly chained to the bench.
Richard then hit a switch, and the bench began to move. The top part was
lowered, while the bottom was brought up, and the middle lowered so that her
vagina, her labia, and her clit were all fully exposed to Richard and Bryne.
She blushed as the humiliation of being in that position swept over her.
With her head almost down to the floor, Jana was not able to see what was
happening in front of her, and she started when she felt something cold and
smooth applied across the outside of her cunt. It was followed by the feel and
sound of a razor being drawn across her pubic area.
In answer to her unspoken question, Bryne enlightened her. "Yes, I'm shaving
your cunt. You are not allowed to hide anything from your Master, and this will
make sure that he can see all of your pussy." His fingers played with her clit,
and Jana felt confused by all the emotions and feelings that washed over
her...humiliation, fear, arousal.
Bryne finished shaving her, wiped off the shaving cream, and, with a cruel
smile, turned to Richard, and asked "Do you want to finish cleaning her up?"
Jana felt disgust and more humiliation as Richard went between her legs and
began to use his tongue to remove what was left of the shaving cream. Though
they hadn't hurt her nearly as much as Kurt had, she didn't want to be with
them. She wanted to see Kurt. How could he have just turned her over to them?
She told him she didn't want to be a slave, she had changed her mind. But he
reminded her of their contract. Could you consentually agree to be
non-consensual? Apparently that was exactly what she had done. She wanted Kurt
here with her, not these two men whose presence in Kurt's household was news to
her.
Her wish to see Kurt was unfortunately granted, and Kurt came into the room to
inspect her. He looked her up and down, pinched her nipples cruelly between his
fingers, ran his hands over her shaved pubic area, then rubbed her between her
legs with the side of his hand. It came away wet. Jana groaned in arousal and
in frustration.
"Take her down, bind her hands behind her back, and put her on her knees. Take
off the gag." Kurt instructed Bryne and Richard.
Jana found herself on her knees at his feet. She was careful to keep looking
down. She heard him open the zipper of his pants, and then he pulled her hair
forward, putting his penis into her mouth. She opened her mouth quickly, almost
eagerly, to take him in. He pulled her head by her hair back and forth, back
and forth. She felt him grow hard, and his penis pushed further and harder down
her throat, gagging her.
He laughed, "I like the way it feels when you gag, Jana."
He came quickly, and pulled his penis out. Kurt pushed her head to make sure
she swallowed his cum. She gagged again, but he tilted her head even further
back and commanded her to swallow it, reminding her that she would be punished
if any of his cum spilled out of her mouth.
This was awful, Jana thought, though at the same time she had felt her nipples
grow hard and the wetness between her legs begin again. Then the unthinkable
happened, and Kurt moved aside to be replaced by Bryne. They expected her to do
the same for him, she realized! No! It was impossible. Jana knew enough not
to say anything, but moved her head aside as his penis came toward her lips.
Kurt stepped behind her, and forced her head forward toward Bryne's penis. "If
you hurt him, bitch," he growled, "You will spend the next twenty four hours
sucking everyone on my staff, male and female!" His fingers began to play with
her nipples, while Bryne took over forcing her head back and forth against his
shaft.
When he was spent, Richard took his place, and she was forced to endure sucking
him as well.
"I think that Bryne and Richard appreciated your thanking them for giving you a
bath," Kurt taunted her.
Jana had no answer. She was afraid to let him see the look of anger and disgust
on her face, so she kept her head down.
"Did you like doing that, Jana?" Kurt's voice was soft by her ear.
"Yes, Master," she said very softly, barely audible. She knew that was the
answer he wanted to hear from her.
"Then tell them, Jana," Kurt urged. "Tell them how much you enjoyed it and how
grateful you are to them for bathing you."
Her head still down, trembling with fear and self-loathing at giving in, she was
forced to say "Thank you for the bath. I enjoyed going down on you."
"Call it what is is, Jana," Kurt would not spare her a single moment of
humiliation. "Tell them you enjoyed sucking their cocks. Also, have you
already forgotten that you are to call them Sir?"
"I'm sorry, Master," she quickly said, "I didn't hear you say that. Sirs, thank
you for bathing me. And thank you for letting me suck your cocks, sirs." Jana
did her best to sound as though she meant it.
"Good, Jana, but I still must punish you." She shivered. "And how should I do
that, hmm, Jana?"
She remained on her knees, while he circled around her. "Do I whip you again?
Do I hang you by your wrists again, this time without allowing your toes to
touch the floor? Do I have you suck Bryne and Richard again? Do I let them
take you in the rear? Would you like that, Jana? Have you ever been taken in
your ass?"
"Please, please, please - no, Master. Don't do that to me!" She pleaded with
him.
Kurt laughed. "Oh, you will be taken in the ass, Jana, and I will be the first.
You said you wanted it. But that will be an honor, a reward, so we must find
another way to punish you for now."
Jana was visibly shaking. "Bryne, Richard - bring her to the hall. Tie her up
with her hands behind her back, tie her ankles to her wrists. But a remote
controlled vibrator into her cunt, then tie her thighs so it stays there."
Jana was brought back into the other room, bound, and placed on her stomach at
Kurt's feet. Kurt went over to the whip stand, and threw all the whips onto the
ground. He came back to where Jana was tied, and sat back in one of the leather
chairs.
"Jana," he said. "You need to be punished, but I think it would also be good
to teach you how to accept humiliation, and how important it is to obey me."
"I want you to crawl on your belly over to the whips on the floor. You will
take a whip in your mouth, and bring it to me. When I take the whip from you,
you will kiss my feet, kiss my hands, and kiss the whip. You will say to me,
'Master, please punish me for disobeying your rules.' You will then hold still
while I give you five strokes with the whip, which you will count out for me.
Then I want you to crawl back to the pile of whips and do it over again. We'll
continue this until you've brought me all twelve whips. "
"Next, I will punish you for not addressing Bryne and Richard as sir."
Jana looked up at Kurt without thinking. Wasn't what he just described to be be
her punishment? Then she realized that he was planning to punish her twice for
the same transgression - the first time for disobeying him or breaking the
rules, and the second time for the specific thing she did or didn't do, not
saying "sir" to Bryne and Richard.
"And then I will punish you for looking at me just now. I didn't give you
permission to look at me. You must learn to control your actions, Jana.
Otherwise, you'll be constantly under my whip."
Jana closed her eyes tightly, and wished that this would all go away. Just
yesterday - at least she thought it was yesterday - she was eagerly looking
forward to the start of what she thought would be an adventure. Instead here
she was, a captive slave of a cruel master in fact, not fantasy.
"Your punishment for not addressing Bryne and Richard as sir will be to suck
their cocks again. I can see they've grown hard looking at you all tied up and
helpless at my feet. Then for looking at me, you'll be beaten - and I promise
you, Jana, it's a beating you're not going to forget."
"This will take us through most of the rest of the day, Jana, because this is
what I have in mind. Each one of us, Bryne, Richard and I will have a turn
giving you ten strokes - ten with a riding crop, ten with a leather strap, with
a cane, and with a paddle. That will be for disobedience."
He paused to give her time to comprehend the severity of the punishment she was
going to receive, and so that she would realize how much worse it would get.
"As punishment for looking at me without permission, we're going to do it all
over again. Ten strokes from each of us...with the crop, the strap, cane and
paddle."
He couldn't possibly mean that, Jana thought. It was too extreme. Jana was
about to beg him to forgive her, to promise to never disobey him again. But she
was afraid that would result in even more punishment. She resolved to take the
punishment without giving him the satisfaction of crying out.
She began to crawl across the floor on her belly. Her sensitive nipples were
hitting the floor, and each movement caused strange feelings to course through
her body, making her want to offer up her cunt for Kurt to use. At the same
time, it was slow and painful to move against the rough floor, and feel the pull
of her bonds as she wriggled across. She imagined what she looked like, and
felt humiliation.
Kurt kept playing with the remote vibrator inside her, constantly stimulating
her, so that her arousal was continuous. Then she made the trip back to Kurt,
presented the whip, kissed his feet as she had been instructed, and counted out
the five strikes.
Halfway through this punishment, Kurt allowed her to rest for ten minutes before
ordering her to continue. She was so grateful for that respite, that she found
herself feeling sincere when she kissed his hands and feet.
She was careful to do everything she was instructed to do. She realized that he
would not let her get away with anything, that even the smallest infringement of
his rules was severely punished, and it didn't matter if it was accidental or
intentional.
Surprisingly, sucking Bryne and Richard was much worse a punishment to her than
being beaten by Kurt. And she found herself feeling hurt that Kurt gave her to
them to use that way. It hurt that she wasn't exclusively his.
When it was time for her second punishment to begin, Jana was tied wrist to
ankle over a sawhorse, and Kurt ordered her gagged. It was good that he had
done so, for she would have screamed her throat raw as each man beat her in
turn, ten strokes with the crop, the strap, the cane and the paddle. Her bottom
was on fire, and each blow caused exquisite pain. Every time the implement of
her torture was changed, she would be fingered to the point of climax, but not
allowed to cum. Jana's hair, hanging in front of her eyes, was wet with tears
of pain and of sexual frustration by the time Kurt, Richard and Bryne were
finished. And then it started over. Jana couldn't believe that she was
enduring such pain, and that her body was responding to it with arousal.
The punishment was finally over. Kurt was sure that Jana would be very careful
to obey him for now, but he would make it very difficult for her, because he
believed that punishment was the quickest way to break in a submissive. He was
going to put her into situations where she would fail to please him, just so
that he could discipline her. She wanted to know what it was like to be a
slave, and he was determined that before he was done she would be his entirely
his.
Kurt unbound Jana. She was surprised when he sat down on the floor with her in
his arms, and pushed her head against his shoulder. He stroked her hair softly,
and rocked her back and forth. She was crying from the intensity of
everything she had experienced yesterday and today.
"You did well, Jana," Kurt whispered to her gently, confusing her. "I know it
hurts and you've been forced to do some things you've never imagined yourself
able to do. I am doing this for you, Jana, so that you can experience all that
you came to me for. This is why I am making this very real for you."
All that Jana was able to do was to continue sobbing quietly against his chest.
He dried her tears with his fingers, and kissed her softly on her lips. Her
sobs subsided, and she found herself opening up to him, surrendering herself to
him, spreading herself open to invite him into her. She wanted to be taken, to
be thoroughly fucked.
Abruptly, Kurt pushed her away from him, and stood up, towering over her. "You
want me, Jana," he whispered. "Even though I give you pain, you want me."
Jana needed to cum, her arousal was as intense as the pain she had felt earlier.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, Master." she whispered, hoping.
Kurt turned to Richard and Bryne. "Fuck the slut," he instructed them.
Jana's face turned red. He had taken her need for him, and used it to humiliate
her. She had been taken in by his moment of gentleness, of what looked to her
like caring. She wanted to beg him to fuck her instead of giving her to his men.
Kurt was aware of what she was feeling, and noted that in spite of what she
probably wanted to say, she remained silent, and kept her eyes down. Her
training was underway...
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