The Adventures of Karen - Part 46 - Training 2
Karen continued to suck greedily on the swollen cock as it slid easily in and
out of her mouth. As the cock reached the depths of her throat she groaned in
pleasure before the withdrawal, before the chance to gasp for air. Even as she
sucked the throbbing head, she was aware of the hand, the fingers, the hands,
rubbing and probing her swollen, dripping, labia, labia engorged and aroused by
the continued stimulation. Stimulation that continued unseen behind the
artfully placed wooden screen. Stimulation relentlessly applied to her
immovable, tightly restrained lower body. Her hips held firm, her legs
stretched wide and her feet and toes bent cruelly in a parody of her favorite
spike heeled shoes. A stimulation that she needed, that she longed for, that
she craved for.
Even as her thoughts wandered in a soft haze of pleasure, she was aware of a
hand grasping, grabbing her swollen right teat, her painfully erect nipple. A
hand that began to pinch and pull, a nipple that was stretched mercilessly.
'Stop!' Greta's cry from behind the screen made Karen open her eyes, eyes that
had been closed in passionate surrender to her pleasures. The hand teasing,
stretching and pinching her nipple withdrew as Ken looked shamefacedly across
the barrier to the Mistress.
'Sorry , Mistress, so sorry. I just couldn't help myself!' As he spoke he
stopped his relentless thrusts into Karen's now desperate open mouth.
'Fool! You , of all people, should know my rules here.' Greta sounded angry
to Karen's wondering ears. 'You are only allowed to do what I, I, your
Mistress, permits. Is that clear?'
'Yes, sorry Mistress Greta, it won't happen again!'
'Never fear, it will not, repeat, not, happen again.' Greta was still angry,
her voice hoarse with emotion. 'Remember you are a man here in my dungeon, my
property, and you will do only what I order, when I order. Understood?'
'Yes Mistress.'
'Then perhaps you will be good enough to remind me of the last order I gave
you.'
All through the exchange Karen had laid still, her upper body, although free to
move, to flex, frozen with fear. Her lower body, immovable, was still being
tormented by probing hands, probing fingers.
'Mistress?' Ken sounded puzzled. 'Oh, sorry Mistress. You told me to fuck
slave Karen's mouth. To make it last a long time until she was begging me to
feed her my cream.'
'Precisely!' Greta's voice dropped to a whisper. 'Then why have you stopped?
Keep fucking her and now you will not be permitted to cum in her mouth. Be
warned! One drop spilt on her tongue, on her lips and your punishment will be
even more severe than I have already planned. Get on with it!'
Even as she was speaking Ken had realized his failure and he began his steady
plunging once more, much to Karen's satisfaction. Still in a euphoric state
with the subtle stimulation to her painfully swollen clitoris, she was
nevertheless aware of a disappointment. A disappointment that she would not be
able to taste the sweet, salty, creamy cum from Ken's still rock hard cock.
Dimly she wondered how he could manage to maintain such a rigid erection even
while talking to his Mistress, even though his mind must have been distracted.
Surely, she thought, this was yet another sign that Ken was much more of a man
than Andy had ever been. Whenever Andy had been distracted, at least in the
past, he had always lost his erection. Perhaps the secret of strict training,
of humiliation, of submission, was the way to improve a mans sexual
performance.
'Now, you can pull it out as soon as you feel a cum beginning. Stand well back
and let me see that you are well clear of her, then when she screams with the
pleasure that we are giving her cunt, you may spurt. Perhaps she will be lucky
and some may just land on her face. Either way, you are due for some severe
punishment.'
'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress!' Ken responded almost mechanically as he
continued his rhythmic thrusts, rubbing the rim of his swollen glans across
Karen's' rasping tongue.
Karen felt the subtle increase in stimulation, the subtle concentration of the
very tip of her sensitive clitoris. She knew that whoever, Agnes or Greta, or
perhaps both, was dealing with her needs, was an expert. Whoever, whenever,
Karen knew that she had to submit to the same stimulation as soon as, and
whenever, she had the opportunity. She felt herself tense, her hips thrusting
uselessly against the restraining strap, her tightly bound toes desperately
trying to flex in reaction to her imminent orgasm. As she did so she felt the
first trembling, throb begin deep in Ken's swollen shaft. He was beginning to
cum! At last! Selfishly, desperately, she hoped that he would not be able to
withdraw before he erupted. She was desperate to taste the hot sticky man cum.
Desperate!
Suddenly, without warning, Ken withdrew his cock, gleaming with the slick
saliva from Karen's willing mouth. Stepping back from her gasping, gaping
mouth she saw him look across at his Mistress. Standing with his hands on his
hips, his erection jutting proudly upwards and outwards in front of his
muscular body. The probing fingers increased their intensity just as she saw
the solid erection pulse and throb. Just as a thick jet of creamy cum erupted
from the wide slit at the end of the glans. A thick jet that just reached her
bare shoulder. A thick jet that missed her open mouth! Even as she stared
she felt her final orgasmic spasms begin as she lost herself in the rolling
waves of pleasure, waves of pleasure so intense that she was unaware of the
several further spurts of cum from the slowly subsiding cock. Spurts that fell
short of her naked sweating straining body. Spurts that fell, wasted, onto the
cold floor.
'Aaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohmigod, ohmigod. Yesssssssss! Nooooooooo!
Moooorrrrrrre! Stopppppp!' Karen screamed hoarsely, incoherent in her
pleasure, as yet again the waves of pleasure swept through her.
Behind the screen, Greta smiled triumphantly at Agnes. Both of them were
sweating slightly, sweating after their combined exertions in bringing Karen to
a superbly timed, massive and uncontrollable climax. 'I told you she was a
screamer!'
Greta moved away and flicked her eyes at Ken. 'Go to your cell and wait for
your punishment. And, don't forget to take this miserable specimen with you.'
She motioned towards the still waiting, abject, Andy.
Ken moved slowly away to grasp Andy by the shoulder.
'Wait!' Greta was determined to extract the maximum humiliation from the
situation. ' You two, go and stand in front of slave Karen where she can see
you both.'
Ken and Andy dutifully stood, naked and side by side before Karen's staring
eyes. Ken, his erection barely subsided, his cock still brazenly tumescent.
Andy, his earlier erection long since faded, his cock hanging limply,
miserably, down his shaven thigh.
'Now, slave Andy, what have you got to say to your friend now?'
'Ken's cock is longer than mine! Ken's cock is thicker than mine! Ken's cock
is bigger than mine! Ken's cock fucks better than mine!'
'True! Now don't you forget that.' Greta laughed happily. 'I'm sure she
won't!'
Karen flushed with embarrassment for her former lover. There was no doubt in
her mind that what Andy had said was absolutely true. She knew that never
again would she be, could she be, satisfied with someone like Andy.
'Now, both of you go, get out of my sight!'
Greta turned to Agnes with a smile. 'Another very successful lesson there, my
dear. I suggest we release slave Karen now and give her a chance to freshen
herself, a chance to rest, before she learns her next lesson.'
Karen heard Greta talking with a feeling of dread. Another lesson? Surely,
she thought, she had been used, and abused, for long enough. Surely she had
done everything that her Mistress had wanted. She knew that she had been shown
the true pleasures of female love, female domination, in a way that she had
only trifled with in the past. Her early experiences with women had convinced
her that she was, if anything, more lesbian than bisexual, but now, as grew
older, she was aware that the true place for her affections would lie with a
firm, but hopefully fair, Mistress. A Mistress who would give her, allow her,
pleasure at any time, in a form that would please both of them. Whether or not
the pleasure involved males, or females, or both, was, she thought not really
an issue any more. What she needed was constant, overpowering, stimulation and
she knew that she was prepared to do anything, with anyone, to maintain that
need. She needed to cum more and more often as she realized her sexuality.
She not only needed to cum, she desperately wanted to cum, the thought now
constantly in her mind. Her thoughts snapped into focus. My god! I think I'm
becoming, what is it, what do they call it? Yes. A cum-slut. Yes, a
cum-slut!
As she ran through her thoughts, as she reflected on her needs, her desires,
the two women busied themselves releasing her bonds, before helping her to her
feet. The bare feet that had been tightly bound for so long that she found
difficulty in standing up properly.
'Now my dear, take care, just walk down to your cell and freshen up. We'll be
sending for you later and this time you can bring your friend Lisa with you.
She can come with you. We have some, shall we say, rather special plans!'
Greta leered suggestively at Agnes as she guided Karen to the corridor door.
'What have you got in mind?' Agnes was intrigued. 'Surely you don't mean the
work she has got to do for you?'
'No, not that, at least, not for the moment.' Greta sat in her favorite chair
and made herself comfortable. 'No, she has agreed my terms and she will
continue to work for me, here, of course, and she will be better paid too! And
of course she can work flexible hours!'
Agnes laughed. 'Well she is certainly flexible!'
'Of course. She will be available for me, for us, whenever we want and then
she can earn her keep in her spare time.' Greta giggled. 'If she has any
spare time, of course!'
'Well, even she will need to rest sometime, let's face it she may enjoy her
cums but she is only human after all. She will have to rest.'
As Agnes spoke the outer door was opened and heavy footsteps approached the two
women.
'What the hell's going on here?' Karl walked in front of his wife and stared
down at her. 'Why wasn't I informed of what is going on?'
'My dear, my dear!' Greta spoke soothingly. 'We're just having a girlie
conversation, nothing for you to worry about. What is the problem?'
'The problem is you. I think you're planning something, something I may not
approve of!' Karl was uncertain.
'Of course not my dear, why would I do that?' Greta stole a glance at Agnes,
who stared straight ahead.
'Well, after what you said...' Karl's voice trailed uncertainly.
'Why my dear, did I worry you this morning?' Greta turned to Agnes. 'We had a
nice little fuck you know, quite satisfying in fact!' Greta was quite frank
about her relationship and Agnes was used to such openness. 'To be honest I
rather suspect I wore him out you know! Such a typical man, they only ever
manage one or two cums before they have to rest.'
'So?' Karl refused to be intimidated. 'So you can do better I suppose?'
Greta stood up. 'You know dam well that I can. And so does she.' Greta
pointed at Agnes. 'You know that I, we, can cum, more often and more fully
than any of you men.'
'There's no need to...'
Greta interrupted Karl. 'Now if there is nothing else, perhaps you'll leave us
to our little chat. And close the door behind you!'
Reluctantly, but obediently, Karl turned and left the dungeon.
'I'm going to lock the door now, we don't want him to disturb us again.' Greta
walked across the floor, her footsteps echoing in the silence. Returning to
her seat she made herself comfortable again before she spoke. 'Just remind me,
later, that we will have to deal with him. He heeds to be put firmly in his
place before he becomes totally impossible to live with.'
'Hmmmm!' Agnes sat up, her eyes gleaming. 'Do you want me to help?'
'Of course, I want you in charge!' Greta smirked as he saw the expression on
Agnes' face. 'But that's later, we have to do more work on Karen yet. Listen
carefully while I explain.'
Karen walked slowly and uncomfortably back to her cell, thankful for the
carpeted floor as she walked across to the bathroom. As she did so, Lisa
called out from behind her barred wall.
'Well, what did they do to you?'
'What do you think? They made me cum and cum and cum!' Karen smiled wearily
as she turned on the hot water. 'You know, I am completely worn out, I don't
think there is another cum in me. Yet!'
'Look, Mistress has left the door open so shall I...'
'Yes, yes, yes!' Karen spoke urgently. 'I thought you'd never ask. Come to
me now, I need you close to me. If I ask nicely perhaps you'll wash me and
pamper me.'
'You are joking! I'll do all of that and more for you.' Lisa walked into the
room. 'You know I love you my dear sweet kissable Karen.'
Karen sank gratefully into the hot water, grateful for the relief to her aching
muscles, grateful for the gently swirling warmth around her still swollen, sore
labia. 'Come here...'
After what seemed endless hours, Karen finally stood up and allowed, begged,
Lisa to dry her down.
Flushed with the warmth of her prolonged bath, her skin pink and perfumed, she
lay down gratefully on her bed. 'Join me my dear, please. Just cuddle up to
me and let's rest, and then I'll tell you all the awful details.'
Lisa was aghast. 'Awful?' What did they do to you? Did they hurt you?'
'No, silly, I'm joking. They didn't hurt me, they just made me keep cumming,
and screaming for more. If anything I've got a sore throat now.' Karen held
her arms out and hugged Lisa's smooth naked body closer to her.
'Just one thing. They want us both in there later, something special, they
said.'
'Uh-uh. I don't like the sound of that.' Lisa frowned. She had had
experience of Greta's special plans before.
'Well, sweetest one, I don't think you have to worry. I think it will be
something to do with me, and perhaps, probably, it will involve you in doing
things for me, to me.' Karen stared wistfully into Lisa eyes. 'Don't worry,
anything you do will be fine by me. Now, let me explain a little and tell you
what is going on.'
Karen snuggled up into the soft warm curves and began to explain to Lisa
everything that had been said, everything that had happened. Slowly, as they
talked, the whole scheme, became clearer to Karen. She was going to become
some sort of star attraction, someone who was going to be abused and used in
any perverted manner that pleased her Mistress. Her Mistresses, she corrected
herself. Fine, she thought. I know that is what I want. What I think I need.
Lisa looked a little concerned at Karen's thoughtful silence. 'Can I help?'
'Of course you can. With you by my side, we can do anything and, more to the
point, enjoy anything that they can concoct.' Karen paused a moment. 'And,
you know, I really think you and me could come up with a few ideas of our own
that we might rather like for ourselves.'
'And what about your man, Andy? What is going to happen to him?' Lisa felt
she had to ask, even though she was not wildly interested in him other than as
a fellow slave. Given the choice of men she knew that she would go for someone
like Ken, someone who could please her totally, in every way. And, if not Ken,
she knew that there was another male slave available, one who she, with Karen,
had only seen in action with another female. Hopefully, she thought, her,
their, turn would come soon, indeed, she smiled to herself, cum soon..
'Anyway, my dear, I think we should rest now, who knows how long it will be
before Mistress Greta decides she wants us to serve again.' Karen felt her
eyes closing, she knew she was approaching exhaustion after the prolonged
stimulation of the last few hours, the last few days. She had, she thought,
had to admit defeat at last, although she knew that she was enjoying the
activity, to the point where she was becoming more tolerant of multiple
orgasms, more tolerant of prolonged and sustained arousal. Smiling happily to
herself, she settled down and held Lisa closer to her naked body.
In the dungeon, Greta had finished her initial conversation with Greta and they
had agreed on the next test, the next series of tests, for Karen before they
could feel confident that she would perform willingly for an unknown Master or
Mistress. They had agreed that perhaps the word 'willingly' was a little
inaccurate, because they knew full well that they both enjoyed the very real
pleasure of forcing their will on a helpless slave, male or female. More
important than that ,they had decided, was the fact that slave Karen herself
enjoyed being forced, at least up to a point. A point that could be explored
in depth when the live shows had really got underway.
After a break for refreshment while they discussed everyday matters, Greta felt
that it was time to decide on the best form of punishment for slave Ken, and,
equally important when it should be inflicted. Agnes was of the opinion that
the best policy was always to let the offender wait in fear, in apprehension of
what would happen, and how the punishment would be inflicted. Greta
reluctantly agreed that a prolonged period of uncertainty was in and of itself
a good method of punishment but, having said that, she was still uncertain.
'My dear, you know, we have agreed more or less on his punishment, but, I have
a little thought to offer you.' Greta stood up and walked across the room to
stretch her legs. She turned to face Agnes and continued. You see, the
creature disobeyed me, he knew full well he was not to touch slave Karen with
anything other than his cock. And...'
Agnes laughed out loud, interrupting the flow of thoughts. 'I would have
thought with a cock that big he had plenty of chance to touch her!'
'Agreed! There will be a time and a place when I shall expect him to work on
Karen's tits, but the choice, the decision will not be his. He has to learn
that here, the male has to do exactly as he is told!'
'Of course! Neither you nor I will ever change from that point of view I'm
sure.' Agnes herself held firm views on the place and value of the male of the
species. They were, she had to admit to herself, the means of much pleasure,
much stimulation, but nevertheless they had to know that they were only allowed
to use a female with permission. It was a rule that she and Greta had applied
to their husbands and the rule applied with greater force to a male slave.
'Leave things to me,. my dear, I know what I am going to do!' Greta finally
made her mind up. 'He offended against slave Karen so she should be witness to
his punishment. Can I ask you to prepare things, while I get the females
ready.'
With Agnes' words of assent ringing in her ears, Greta made her way to Karen's
cell.
'Wake up, my dears, wake up!' Greta burst in on the sleeping couple and spoke
in a hearty voice.
Slowly, reluctantly, Karen opened her eyes and looked at Lisa, who was already
half awake. 'So soon, so soon Mistress, I'm so tired!'
'Of course you are my dear, and that's why there has been a change of plan.
You and slave Lisa are still going to go to the dungeon of course but I have
arranged a little, shall we say, entertainment for you while you rest a while
longer. How does that sound to you both?'
'Well...' The two naked slaves chorused.
'Good, I see that you're both happy, so let's get ready shall we.' Greta moved
across to the shelves lining the e wall. 'I shall select a couple of things
for you, my dear,' she looked at Karen, 'and then I'll go next door and fetch
you some stuff.' This time she addressed Lisa.
'Mistress?' Lisa was puzzled. 'But, shouldn't I fetch...'
'Nonsense, just think of it as a small payment for favors granted, or about to
be granted.' Greta smiled as she busied herself amongst the meager contents of
Karen's wardrobe. 'Here you are my dear, stand up and try these on.'
Karen stood up reluctantly and stretched herself to ease her aches. 'Thank you
Mistress.'
As Greta walked to fetch some stuff for Lisa, Karen inspected her garment with
curiosity.
'You like?' Greta had walked back in to the room carrying some clothes for
Lisa. 'Here you are my dear, now you can both get dressed.'
Lisa examined the clothing dubiously. 'Mistress what shall I do with it?' She
held up a skimpy leather thong, made of soft black leather that seemed to
consist only of narrow straps. Looking across the room she saw that Karen held
a similar garment in her hands.
'Oh my, what a strange pair. Don't tell me neither of you have see a string, a
thong, before. Just step into it and pull it up nice and high around your
waist.
Karen, who had quickly grasped the significance of the soft leather concoction,
stepped into the narrow thongs and pulled a slightly broader one up to her
waist.
'There you are, Karen knows what to do. Watch her!'
Karen pulled the waist band higher and felt the narrow strip between her legs
pull itself, insinuate itself, between her puffy labia. 'Is that all right
Mistress?'
'No, not quite, here let me adjust it for you.' Greta moved behind Karen and
pulled the waist band evenly around the slim naked waist before she inspected
the way the narrow thong had fitted between the smooth labia, still reddened
from the earlier stimulation. 'Oh dear, still a little worn are we? Never
mind, let me adjust this for you.'
As she spoke Greta cinched the waist band tightly around Karen's waist, making
it dig in to the firm flesh.
Karen gasped as she felt the pressure.
'And now, finally...' Greta stood behind Karen and pulled the narrow thong
between the firm round cheeks and tightened a small buckle. Standing back she
admired the way the black leather contrasted with the creamy, slightly tanned,
flesh and dug cruelly between the labia, compressing the slumbering sensitive
bud between them. 'How does that feel my dear? Nice and snug for you?'
Karen walked a few uncertain steps. 'Yes, yes, I think so Mistress. but, but,
does it have to be so tight? It is really tight between my... between my...
you know.'
'Ha! You mean it's tight around your cunt? Of course it is, that is the whole
idea. I want you dressed, just, so that we can admire the contrast between
leather and flesh, and this way you can savor the pleasure too. Don't worry,
you will be able to undress properly later!'
Karen smiled inwardly. Undress? Hardly! She was barely dressed anyway and
for all the practical difference the leather thong made she may just as well be
naked. Still, she thought, I have to admit that sometimes less is more. She
was well aware of the effect her own clothes, expensive and almost as skimpy,
had had on her male, and especially her female, acquaintances.
As she mused Greta was supervising Lisa before she stood back to admire the two
nearly naked bodies. 'Fine, fine! All we need now are the shoes. Put them on
please.'
Karen easily stepped into the five inch heels, wriggling her bare toes between
the thongs that held them on. She looked down admiringly and reflected that a
pair of toe post mules of this quality must have cost Greta, Mistress Greta she
corrected herself, a lot of money. She stood proudly, feeling the pressure of
the thong between her toes and the erotic arching of her bare feet elevated on
the five inch spikes.
'Mistress? I don't think I can walk in these, they hurt my feet.' Lisa dared
to complain as she tried to balance on the unaccustomed heights. 'I've never
really got on with heels this high, Mistress and they hurt between my toes.'
'Nonsense! You will learn to walk in them just like slave Karen. You will do
it or you know that you will be punished. Now start to walk down the
corridor.' Greta made a mental note for some future activity, some specialized
training, for Lisa.
Reluctantly, Lisa set out on her journey as Karen stepped out briskly besides
her. Both women were aware of the height of the heels and the pressure between
their toes, but were even more acutely aware of the insidious pressure of the
thin leather thong between their labia as they walked. A pressure that was
both uncomfortable and pleasurable. Very definitely pleasurable!
Finally, happy at the thought of the impending rest, they reached the open door
of the dungeon, where Agnes was waiting to greet them. 'Walk over there my
dears, turn round and stand still. We have something for you to watch.'
Carefully Karen and Lisa walked across to the position that Agnes had
indicated, their spike heels clicking on the floor as the leather insoles
slapped gently against their bare feet.
Despite being aware that something had been planned, Karen could not resist a
gasp. A gasp of amazement as she took in the sight before them. She glanced
at Lisa who smiled nervously back.
'Yes my dears, you are so privileged. You are going to see slave Ken punished
for his errors.'
End of Part 46
(c) 2003 Cathy P
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