COMING FULL CIRCLE                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Chapter 1                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         THE DESCENT OF KARA H.

By CHARLES E. CAMPBELL

This is a work of fiction and is not intended in anyway to suggest that events portrayed here occurred anywhere except inside the mind of the author.

   Richard stood in the wings, just out of the angle in the camera shot, and surveyed His crowning achievement. A leather dog collar drooped lackadaisically from His wrist. It was clipped to the studded black leather dog collar that encircled the pale white neck of the seventeen year old blonde who knelt subserviently at His feet. He was clad in a pair of skin tight black denim jeans, button fly of course, a black leather shirt and His trademark black alligator skin cowboy boots.

   Before them hung the near lifeless form of His naked slave, hanging from the thick meat hooks that He had forced through the base of each of her breasts. The stream of blood that had cascaded down her body and dripped from her bare feet had slowed down considerably, and was turning a dark red as it thickened and dried. Before the slave, harsh stage lights bathed her bluish white skin in stark lighting, illuminating her for the closed circuit television cameras that were recording her sacrifice, and sending it to the two hundred or so well heeled subscribers who had each paid a quarter of a million dollars to witness first hand her suffering and execution. Monitors faced the dying slave, allowing her to witness all the gory details of her agonizing death. 

   As Richard watched the life slowly ebbing from her, He thought back to the past ten years, and how He, and she, had gotten to this point. A small, but sincere, smile pulled at the corners of His mouth as the recollections of al they had done brought back pleasant memories.

   The woman had been just twenty-three when she had, by happenstance, come into His employ as a temp for the cleaning service that held the contract to clean His sprawling summer estate. Richard hadn’t been up to the retreat more than three or four times before he noticed the diminutive young girl dusting and cleaning, polishing and vacuuming around. She looked so small and innocent in her company issued gray dress with white stockings and heavy black shoes, never seeming to interact with the other cleaning women she worked with. She never strayed from her appointed tasks, and always seemed a bit edgy and nervous. Richard watched her a few times from a distance, and then would make it a point to walk past her, closer than necessary, and secretly enjoying her efforts to get out of His way. Always trying to blend into the room. To remain unseen.

   Intrigued by her, Richard had His secretary do a little “research” and digging on her. He came to find that the young woman’s name was Kara, and that she had coming to the cleaning agency in utter desperation. She and her seven year old daughter were almost destitute. She had gotten pregnant while still in high school. Her parents wanted to “teach her a lesson,” so she was made to continue at school as her belly swelled. Living through the shame and comments of her classmates until she came to term. Then, after giving birth to her daughter, she was made to drop out of school and care for the child, living at home with her parents, who never missed an opportunity to remind her of how she had ruined her life and embarrassed them. A few months before she went to work at the cleaning agency, her parents had died in a car accident, and she was homeless. Her parent’s last cruel torment from the grave was to bequeath their modest home to a cousin in another state, who put the house on the market, and forced Kara and her child into a shelter.

   Richard was aware of Kara’s natural submissiveness long before she was, and while a solid argument could be made about His innate ability at spotting such things, Kara would have meekly explained it as her shyness, and lack of self confidence. Nevertheless, once Richard had set His sights on the frail young creature, she was almost completely unable to resist.

   It began with Him offering Kara a full time job in His employ as His housekeeper/maid/cook. He dismissed the cleaning agency and she came to work for Him. The staring salary would be the same, he didn’t want to spoil her after all, but her room and board would be included. This represented a sizeable raise to Kara, as she would no longer have to worry about budgeting for her sparse one bedroom apartment and food for her daughter and herself.

    Richard had the upper floor of the carriage house completely remodeled for them: new kitchen and appliances, new bath, new windows and carpeting, fresh paint and new furniture. Kara and her daughter Sydney were living better than they ever had. Richard even gave her unlimited unquestioned use of His Range Rover.

   To say that Kara was a diligent and responsible employee would not do her justice. Meals were always freshly prepared and tasty. She seemed to have a knack for culinary adventure. The house was immaculate, top to bottom. The laundry always done, dry cleaning and food shopping always up to date. Sydney had adjusted quickly to her new school, which was only a half mile walk if you cut through the woods and fields behind Richard’s land, which is what the child was want to do. She loved the trees and the birds that sheltered there. She loved to play in the stream that marked the eastern boundary of the property, searching for frogs and salamanders in the cold water.

   Most days, Kara had the house to herself, as Richard left for work early and was never home before 8:00 in the evening. Many nights He would just stay in the city in an apartment He maintained just for that purpose. Kara had continued to wear her matronly looking gray cleaning uniform everyday as she saw it as her status to be so identified by it. One morning, about a month after she started working for Him, Richard didn’t go into work, He slept in, and waited until Sydney had left for school. When He was sure the child had gone, He went to the kitchen, clad only in a pair of light cotton pajama bottoms, leaving His highly defined upper body exposed.

   All morning Richard was aware of how hard Kara was working at forcing herself not to look at His body. She never looked Him straight in the eye anyway, but this was much more obvious. He could see her struggling not to look, but succumbing anyway. To add to her discomfort, he went out of His way to engage her in conversation, asking if the apartment was to her liking, id she was acclimated to the stores in town that she would frequent, if Sydney liked her new school. With every answer that she gave Him, she would try to make an excuse about having work to do and try and get past Him and make for the door, but Richard would just ask another trivial question, completely enjoying His game and watching the young girl’s unease in the situation.

   Richard’s house was devoid of anything that might suggest His prurient interests, except in His library. The dark oaken shelves were lined with a rather large collection of books that Kara was innocent to: The entire Gor series, The Story Of O, The Laura Reese novels, Ann Rice’s three tales, Fanny Hill, Lady Chatterly’s Lover, and many less renowned works, many in hard cover. Drawings in pencil and ink were framed and hung about the room, each one depicting women in various stages of heavy bondage or torture. On a number of occasions Richard had caught Kara staring at the pictures and leafing through the books, but she never saw Him watching her.

   And so, one day, He decided that it was time to set His plan into motion. One morning, after He had left for the city, Kara found a note He had left for her on the kitchen table. Upon reading the note, Kara learned that He was planning a small dinner for Saturday night and that there would be three guests. They would arrive at about 7:00 and dinner was to be served promptly at 8:00.  He outlined the specific seating arrangement for the guests, which crystal she was to use, which wines were to be decanted and served, and what the main course was to be. She was not at all surprised by His details because she had prepared dinners for His guests three or four times in the past, and each time He had very clear requirements for the evening. He had always tipped her generously at those dinners as well, so Kara was excited about the prospects for the evening.

   In her excitement, Kara almost missed the small postscript at the bottom of the page. He had scribbled, almost as an afterthought: “I wish to do something about that hideous uniform you insist on wearing. It is not consistent with my plans for the evening. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of selecting a more appropriate uniform for you. I have left it in the hall closet. You will wear this, just as it is, at the dinner Saturday night, and you will do this because it pleases Me for you to do so. Remove it to the library and try it on.”

   Kara’s mouth went instantly dry and a sickening feeling rose in her stomach. Had she done something wrong? Wash he somehow displeased with her? Dropping the note, she scurried out of the kitchen and down the long hallway to the closet. She opened the door and saw a garment bag hanging there that didn’t belong.   Removing it from the hook, she brought it into the library as he had instructed.

   When she opened the bag, it revealed a classic French Maid’s costume: black short dress with e lace trimmed back seamed stockings. But when she removed it from the bag, she noticed some very subtle differences. The blouse was a diaphanous material, with short sleeves that puffed at the shoulders. The dress itself was very short, not quite reaching to mid-thigh. The stockings were thigh highs, and were no where near the hem of the dress in height, thus assuring that the straps from the garter belt would be clearly exposed. The shoes were four inch black patent leather spike heels, with a wide strap that had a chrome buckle that would fasten just above the ankle. To finish off the ensemble, a black velvet choker with red details would be worn on her neck. As she stared wide eyed at the outfit, she realized that there was no bra or panties included in the bag. He intended for her to be nude underneath it.

   She plopped back against the couch, visibly shaken, and saw a small envelope yet in th bag, with her name on it. The note inside simply read: “It will, in all probability be a  long evening, so you should arrange for a  sitter for Sydney.”

   In a panic, Kara quickly went to each window in the library and pulled the heavy maroon drapes closed across each one. She turned on the desk lamp and undressed herself, folding her gray uniform neatly and placing it gently on the sofa, before dressing in her new costume. The garter belt and stockings were first, followed by the blouse and dress, which all fit her perfectly. Then she sat down and buckled on the heels tightly around her legs. She tied the velvet choker around her neck and stood up slowly and deliberately. Her first steps were tentative, as she was so unaccustomed to heels. Walking down the hall to the foyer bathroom with the full length mirror, the only sound was the sharp tap tap tap of the heels on the hardwood floor. She was shocked at the transformation that greeted her in the reflection. The pale white skin of her thighs was in vivid contrast to the black dress, the garter belt and stockings. Her equally pale neck was highlighted by the black and red trimmed accents of the velvet choker. Her breasts were clearly naked, but subtlety hidden by the blouse.

   The first thoughts that ran through her mind were, “I can’t do this. I look like a hooker. I can’t let Richard see me like this, and certainly not in front of His guests.”

   Her mind whirled round in the quandary she faced. Should she stand up for her rights? Would He dismiss her? Should she take the first step and quit? And then, ever so slowly, she remembered what He had written at the end of His note; “you will do this because it pleases me for you to do so.”

   What did it mean? Was there really a capital M in me. Was this somehow related to the books and pictures in the library? Ever so slowly, she retraced her steps back to the library, fully cognizant of how her breasts were bouncing freely with each step. When she got back to the sofa, she removed the costume, put it back on the hanger, and zipped it back into the garment bag and then re-hung. it in the closet.

   Before returning to her chores, Kara went back and stood before the mirror, studying her image in the frumpy uniform. She knew she looking tempting, even hot in the French Maid’s costume, so maybe.........?

   The rest of the week passed quietly enough. In fact, Richard called and said He would be out of town on business and would not return until early on Saturday afternoon. He asked if there was anything she needed for Saturday night, and she told Him no, that she had it all set up. He then asked if she had any questions. She paused for a moment and then answered that she didn’t. He said, “I’m looking forward to seeing you.” Then, He hung up.

   Kara got Sydney comfortably set up with her favorite sitter, and the set about making the final preparations for the dinner. The meal was cooking, the table was set, and the bar stocked by 4:30, so she decided to take a leisurely shower before dressing in her costume. So she used the guest bath, rather than return to the carriage house apartment.

   She took the extra time to apply some make-up, something she hadn’t given any thought to since she had started working for the cleaning service. Standing in the vanity mirror applying her eye shadow, she caught sight of her copious bush, and decided that she should do something to lessen it’s visibility under the apron. Then she donned the costume and stood before a full length mirror inspecting herself. A long forgotten sensation tingled in her lower belly as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were very hard and were very obvious even to a casual glance through the flimsy white blouse, and the apron and skirt seemed even shorter than when she had first tried them on only a few days earlier. The hem not being only a few inches below her uncovered crotch. She still hadn’t mastered the heels, so she walked carefully from the dressing room and down the back staircase to the kitchen.

   The front doorbell rang at about 5:20 and Kara went to answer it. She stepped back in shock when she saw what awaited her. A heavy-set black woman dressed in a bright crimson red corset and thigh high black patent leather boots stood at the door, and in her hand she held a studded leash that was clipped to the ring that was imbedded at the tip of the penis of a white man in a black leather hood with a zipper across his mouth. He was a solid six foot two inches tall and weighed about 160 pounds. His nipples were pierced as well with hoop rings that had silver bells dangling from them. He wore buckskin chaps that left his sex completely exposed, and a heavy chrome weight was clamped somehow around his scrotum, stretching his balls at least four inches below his cock. He bore brands on his chest just above each nipple that appeared to be a monogram of some sort.

   Kara suddenly realized that she was staring, so she pulled her eyes away, but they landed back on the black woman. It was then that she noticed the whip that dangled from her belt.

   “What are you gawking at chile’” the women demanded firmly? “I am a guest of Sir Richard, the Master of this house, and I do not approve of your rudeness!”

   Kara was so stunned that she hesitated a few more moments, then she held the door open and stepped aside stammering, “wo......won’t y...you p...please..c....c.come in?”

    “That’s more like it, chile’. If you’re planning on being in Sir Richard’s employ for very long, you’d be best to study up on your etiquette.” 

   The woman pushed past Kara with the naked man, leaving Kara trembling as she closed the door. Kara immediately ducked into the half bath in the foyer and tried to find some solace in the mirror. What was going on? What had she gotten herself into? She pulled up her dress and squatted on the toilet, and it was then that she realized that she was wet from what she had just witnessed.

   Just as she was getting straightened out in the toilet, the front doorbell rang again, Kara hurried to answer it, and was greeted by a slender and distinguished looking gentleman of about sixty years. He was wearing a fine fitting three piece suit, complete right down to the gold watch chain that spanned across the vest on his narrow waist. He had silver white hair and a meticulously trimmed matching white full face beard. To His left, and standing slightly behind Him, was a naked woman, also about sixty years old. She was about five foot four and weighed a bit under one hundred pounds. Kara’s eyes widened when she caught sight of the woman’s missing left breast. The harsh tight scars of a radical mastectomy shining in the light. She was in shackles and her feet were hobbled by leg irons on a short, but stout chain.

   “Good evening, young lady,” the gentleman’s deep baritone voice boomed, “I am Sir Edmund, and this is the lady catherine. We are expected.”

   “Ce....certainly, s..s...sir. P..please, won’t you c...come in?”

   Kara was unable to control her stammering at what was unfolding before her eyes. Her mind was racing as she watched the couple make their way to the living room. And just as she was about to close the heavy front door, she spotted another couple walking up to the door. One of the women was dressed in a light pastel sun dress all in subtle blues and greens, that showed off her richly tanned skin. She wore a broad brimmed hat and carried a folded parasol. But it was the other woman who completely threw Kara. She was naked, and her body bore absolutely no body hair. Her pubis and head were shining in the rapidly ebbing light. Both of her breasts had been run through with a thick steel rod with large round caps on the ends. Heavy U shaped clasps hung from the bar and encircled her breasts. Her breasts were both heavily scared. One in a vicious haphazard fashion, and the other seemed to have been done in an intentionally and carefully applied series of patterns.

   The two women brushed Kara aside and walked down the hallway to join the assemblage. Kara was trembling now, as she closed the door. Her heart was racing in her chest, seemingly out of control. She was frightened, yet excited, nervous yet aroused, confused, yet curious. And incredibly wet. Her pussy was wetter than it had been in a very long time. It was in this befuddled state that Kara realized that she had only set four place settings at the table, and there were six guests plus Sir Richard. She was sure that the amount of food she had prepared wouldn’t serve seven either! She joined Sir Richard and His guests in the living room in hopes of asking Him what she should do. She found the three naked people kneeling in a corner of the room, facing the wall. Richard was pouring drinks for His friends. Kara caught His eye, and discreetly asked about the discrepancy in the seating. Richard answer quite matter-of-factly the “slaves” would not be sitting at the table, and that their meal, and He emphasized the word meal, would be provided for them.

   Kara went back to the kitchen to get the hors d’oeuvres and bring them back to the living room. She noted that she didn’t seem the least bit self conscious about her provocative dress. But then, she reasoned, how could she be, when there were two naked women and a naked man in the corner, and they were being totally ignored!

   When the appetizer had been set out on the table, Kara announced that the meal was ready, and she watched as the guests retrieved their slaves and brought them into the dining room, where they assumed positions under the table. As Cara cleared the plates from the appetizers, and started bringing in the main course, she couldn’t help but notice that the three slaves were performing oral sex on the guests at the table while they ate their meals and carried on light conversation!

    “I think that the lady catherine’s mouth is warmer, Richard,” the elderly gentleman remarked.

   “I must disagree, Edmund,” the woman in the sun dress recounted emphatically. “Richard, would you be a dear and be the judge?”

   “Of course, Ilsa. It would be my pleasure.

   “Lady Catherine,” the elderly man ordered, “service Sir Richard.”

   “Yes, Sir Edmund,” she replied from under the table, crawling on all fours to the head of the table.

   “She is quite talented, Sir Edmund,” Richard remarked after a few minutes. A very lught tongue and she’s very generous with her saliva as well.”

   “If that’s all You can come up with Richard, then you certainly have a great surprise coming,” Ilsa chimed in. “Slut was better than that when she was fourteen! Slut.....!”

    The woman with the pierced breasts pushed the elderly woman aside and began vigorously sucking Sir Richard. Within fifteen seconds, he proclaimed, “Ilsa.....You are absolutely right. She has the most incredible mouth I have ever experienced!

   “I’m sorry Sir Edmund, but Ilsa is right. Her slave is the best fellatrix I have ever enjoyed.” A loud moan escaped from Sir Richard as He came in her eager mouth. Slut, of course, kept sucking until every drop had been consumed.

   Kara blanched at what she had witnessed and hurried out of the dining room, under an obviously false pretext of having to clear the dishes. When she returned with the tea and coffee, Richard, Ilsa, Sir Edmund and Mistress Chantelle were alone. Their slaves were no longer there with them. The bits and pieces of conversation that Kara overheard seemed to relate to proper techniques for teaching slaves, male and female, to perform fellatio, how to prolong the performance, and how to control the onset of ejaculation. Kara was completely stunned by what she had seen and was now hearing. Each time she retreated to the “safety” of the kitchen, she had to remain there a few minutes to compose herself before going back to the dining room with desserts and wine. But what troubled her most, was that she somehow felt compelled to return. To listen. To watch. To learn?

   When the meal had ended, and Kara had cleared the table, Richard stood and asked, “Shall we retire to the den?”

   Everyone seemed in accord and as they stood, Richard turned to Kara and said,” Please go to the living room and return with the slaves.”

   The flabbergasted look on Kara’s face was instantly caught by Mistress Chantelle, who said, “What’s the matter with you, ‘chile? You never seen a white mandingo before? Maybe if Richard would like, we’ll let him mate with you and let find our what he can do with his thang!”

   “Kara isn’t ready for that quite yet, Chantelle,” Richard interrupted. In fact, tonight is breaking a lot of new ground that she has to ingest.”

   “I don’t care, Richard. She’s a young full blooded woman, and a full blooded woman’s got’s ta get taken care of. Don’t matter if she’s a slave or free. Don’t matter at all! ‘Sides, she don’t seem ta be havin’ no trouble at all prancin’ aroun’ in that short little dress an’ apron. Struttin’ her stuff. An’ iff’n my eyes don’t lie, I’d say she even trimmed that little fur patch a bit to fit her costume, an’ you didn’t tell her to do that, now did you, Richard?”

   “No. No I didn’t.”

   “You’ll be ownin’ Kara inside of a month, Richard, you mark my words,” Chantelle boasted over her shoulder as she left the room. “She’ll be doin’ every which thang you all want.”

   A shudder surged across Kara’s shoulders as the meaning of Lady Chantelle’s words sunk in. Quickly she exited out towards the living room, suddenly aware of just how wet she was.

   Kara brought the slaves to the den, and spent the remainder of the evening cleaning the dining room, doing the dishes, and refilling wine glasses and coffee cups. Each time she would go into the den, she would witness seem new and undreamed of spectacle, from breast binding to anal sex, and  genital whipping, both male and female.

   When the evening had ended, and the last guests had departed, Richard handed her an envelope, and said, “I appreciate your help tonight. I hope it wasn’t too much for you.”

   Keeping her eyes down, she replied softly, “I........it was fine, ..........S..........S........ Sir Richard.”

   Her formal answer made Him pause for a moment, looking straight into her eyes. “Look at Me,” He commanded.

   Kara’s eyes slowly met His. He held her gaze for a moment and then asked, “Was Lady Chantelle correct in Her assessment of you, Kara? Do you wish to explore My world?”

    A distinct flutter in her stomach caused her to swallow hard, but her rock hard nipples and the ache in her sopping wet pussy reassured her as she knelt before Him and answered, “Please.”

COMING FULL CIRCLE

Chapter 2

INSTITUTING CONTROL

By Charles E. Campbell

(This is a work of total fiction, and as such, it is not intended in any way to suggest events that have occurred anywhere except inside the mind of the author.)

    The next morning was Sunday, and Kara had asked Sir Richard if she might have the day off to visit a nearby zoo with Sydney, her seven year old daughter. They had a great time together and didn’t get home until about 4:30 in the afternoon. Kara got dinner started for the two of them and when Sydney was set up with her homework, Kara told her that she was going over to the house to see if Richard needed anything.

   When she came in the kitchen door, she called out to him, and receiving no answer, she came in and saw an envelope with her name on it on the table. Trembling slightly, she sat down and opened the envelope. A short one page letter was all it held:

   Kara,

    If you were serious last night about exploring My world, then there are a few ground rules you must understand and accept without question:

         #1 Anything I tell you to do, you will do. Without question or pause.

         #2  I will never cause you injury or permanent harm.

         #3  You are never to look me directly in the eye, always keep you head down in My                              presence.

         #4  You will not speak to Me unless I grant you permission.

    If you are prepared to follow these rules explicitly, then I will take you under my wing and lead you through the labyrinth that is My world.

    You first task will be to go to the local beautician in Bedford and get a body wax. There is to be no body hair from your neck down.  Your second task will be to call the number on the bottom of this page and order six more uniforms like th one you wore last night. This will be your uniforms from now on, whether you are in my home or out with Sydney. You may explain it to her as you see fit, or not at all if that suits.

    I will be home Wednesday evening around 6:00PM and would like to have dinner with both you and Sydney. You should have no questions, but if you do, you may call me on my cell phone.

                                                                                    Sir Richard

     Kara read and re-read the letter two ,ore times before folding it back into the envelope. She was nervous and yet excited. She felt her nipple through the tee shirt she was wearing, and it was already hard in anticipation. She knew she was very wet as well.

    That night, after Sydney had gone to bed, Kara showered and then stood in front of the mirror, trying to imagine what she would look like without her dark thatch of hair between her legs. She had trouble drifting off to sleep when she realized she would have to ask to have the hair removed and then strip naked in front of some stranger to have the required hair removal performed.

   Monday morning dawned bright and warm summer was in the air. Kara got Sydney all set for school, and watched as the girl ran across the filed and into the woods, her “secret” shortcut to school. Kara cleaned up their breakfast dishes and went over to the house, with the letter in her hands. She first went to the closet and pulled put the maid’s costume, uniform, she had worn Saturday night. She stripped off her drab gray uniform and pulled on the black thigh high stockings and garter belt. She buttoned up the blouse that went right to her neck, and stepped into the short black dress. Next she put on the four inch heeled black patent leather shoes, and finished up by tying the black velvet choker around her neck.

   Driving into town she kept rehearsing what she would say to the girl in the beauty shop about the waxing, but nothing seemed good enough. She tried to find a parking spot near the shop, but was forced to park in the metered lot a block away and walk. She was met everything from astounded faces to complete disregard of her presence. She hoped the shop would be open, as it was still pretty early.

   A quaint bell jingled as she opened the door, drawing all eyes to her. The receptionist was a young girl, no more than eighteen or so, and she look up from some “Cosmo” knock-off magazine as Kara approached. “How may we help you Ma’am? Do you have an appointment?”

   “No, I’m sorry. I don’t have one. Do you take walk-ins?”

   “Linda is free. What would you like? A wash and cut? Color?”

   “I....I...want a waxing,” she stammered?

    “Bikini? Brazilian?”

    “I’m not sure what that means. Maybe I could talk to Linda,” Kara answered, eager to get into a private room, away from all the ears and eyes that seemed to be honing in on the happenings at the reception desk. “Please?”

    “Linda? I have a walk-in for you,” the young girl called out.

   Kara saw a woman approaching from the back. As the woman neared, Kara could see that she was in her late fifties to early sixties. Her hair was dyed a dark auburn, with some light streaking highlighting it. She wore a black smock that came slightly past her waist, allowing her pleated skirt to be seen. “I’m Linda. What can I help you with, she asked, as she offered her frail hand?

   “I want a waxing, please.”

   “Come this way,” she said, turning back into the salon.

   Kara followed her to a room in the back of the store. A padded table was in the middle of the room.

   “What kind of waxing do you want?”

   “I,   n...nee...need a waxing o....of all of....my hair be......below my neck.”

   “Arm pits, legs, pubic area? Everything?”

   “Yes, p..p...please.”

    Linda picked up the intercom and told the receptionist she would be busy for about an hour to an hour and a quarter, then she turned to Kara and said, “You’ll need to get undressed. If you want a paper gown they’re in that drawer over there. I’ll be right back.”

   Meekly Kara undressed and taking a paper gown, she laid down on the table and covered herself with the gown. A few minutes later Linda returned and started to work with applying wax to Kara’s pubic area. The first time she pulled the wax off, she warned Kara in advance as to what would happen, but each succeeding time, she didn’t bother.

   When she was done, Linda said, “You’ll probably need to come back in a week to ten days so I can your arm pits, the hair has to grow in so it can be waxed. You can make an appointment with Ashley on your way out.

   Kara thanked Linda and paid her, leaving a generous tip. She dressed and walked out of the shop, keenly aware of her now bald pubic area in the short dress. On the drive home, she couldn’t keep her hand away from the smooth wet mound.

   Wednesday evening, after Sir Richard ate His dinner, He began her formal training. The first  thing He taught her was  how to undress before Him. Slowly, deliberately. With patience, all the while keeping her eyes averted from His. Next, he taught her three basic positions for presenting herself to Him: Position A - on her knees and elbows, arms extended before her, face to the ground, nose touching the floor; Position B - Standing, legs spread apart, hand behind her head, fingers laced together, eyes down, mouth open; and Position C - on her knees, forehead resting on the floor, hands holding her ass cheeks as wide open as possible, opening herself for anyone He wished to see her.

   When He was satisfied that she had mastered the basic positions, he set about in her oral training. Teaching her how to kneel before Him, unzip His trousers, remove His sex gently from it’s confines and caress Him with her mouth and tongue. He lead her through it all, including how to swirl her tongue around the tip, and gentle probe the opening, keeping the rigid cock wet with her saliva, and sucking it deeply into her mouth, fighting against the gag reflexes. And finally, swallowing every drop, and cleaning Him when he was through with her. The lessons continued three to four times each week. She was disappointed that He had never taken her, or even allowed her to cum.  

   One Saturday morning, Sydney came skipping into the kitchen while Sir Richard was finishing His coffee. “Sir Richard,” the young girl queried, “may I swim in the pool today? It’s pretty warm outside, and it’s s’possed to get hot!”

   “Certainly Sydney. By all means. But you mustn’t be near the pool unless your mother or I am there. Is that clear?”

    “Oh yes Sir! Thank You!”

    The girl ran off to get into her swim suit in eager anticipation. “Strip yourself,” He commanded!

   Instantly, and without hesitation, Kara began to remove her maid’s uniform. Just as she was almost naked, He ordered, “Position C!”

   Kara fell to the floor, placing her head on the cold ceramic tile, and spread her ass cheeks wide for His inspection. Her mind was in overdrive fro fear that Sydney might come bouncing in and find her like this. Sir Richard didn’t get up, or even say a word for a few minutes, watching the strain in her fingers as she arched her back and offered Him her two holes. Finally, he reached over and began to stroke her swollen clit, until she began to moan softly. “You may allow Sydney to use the pool whenever you like, kara, but you must be there with her.”

   “Yes, Sir Richard.”

   “And I do not wish to see any tan lines on this pretty little body of yours. So you are to be naked whenever you are at the pool. You may tell Sydney whatever you like. I don’t care. But no swim suit or bathrobe is allowed. Is this understood?”

   “Yes, Sir Richard. I understand.”

    “Excellent. Now, clean up the kitchen, hang up your uniform, and enjoy the day with your daughter. I will join you both later.”

    Saying that, he stroked her harder, feeling the fever building in her. “You may cum, slave.”

   “Thank You, Si....Sir...ooooooooooohhhhhhhh,” A loud moan escaped from her as she experienced the most intense orgasm she had ever had. It took a full minute before she regained her composure, and realized she was alone on the kitchen floor, her hands still spreading apart her cheeks. Ever so slowly, kara got up, and folded her uniform. She finished cleaning up the kitchen and went out to the pool to wait for Sydney, wondering how she would explain her nudity to the seven year old.

   It wasn’t a long wait, when Sydney came skipping down the flagstone path that would through the azaleas and to the pool. She stopped suddenly when she saw that her mother was naked in a lounge chair. The child had seen her mother naked before, stumbling upon her in the shower, or getting dressed in her bedroom, but never stretched out in the sun, outdoors!. “Mommy, where’s your swim suit?”

   “I.... it’s private here, Sydney, and I don’t want any tan lines, so I’m going to sunbathe nude.”

   “Can I Mommy? Can I swim nude too?”

    “Yes of course, you may, little one” Sir Richard’s voice boomed before kara could answer. “No one will see you.”

   “Yippee,” Sydney shrieked, pulling off her suit and jumping in. Richard took a lounge chair that was across from kara’s, and with a motion of His head, ever so subtle, she read the command, and spread her legs apart, opening herself to His eyes.

   That entire summer, both kara and her daughter got impressive tans from the many hours spent naked in the sun. They both grew accustomed to being naked at the pool whenever Sir Richard might have a visitor there as well. And this familiarity with nakedness carried itself into the house as well. Rather than get dressed to go back and fix lunch, kara and Sydney would just walk back to the house and eat their lunches without getting dressed. And so it seemed a natural way of things, that fall, after school started up again for Sydney, that Sir Richard commanded kara to always be naked whenever she was in the house. She was to wear her French maid uniform when she left the grounds, but was to be naked except for her four inch spikes the rest of the time.

   Just before Christmas, Sir Richard told kara to get a baby sitter for Sydney, as He was taking her to a Christmas party hosted by some friends of His that Saturday. Kara inquired as to how she was to dress, and Sir Richard told her that He would take her shopping with Sydney Friday night. The party was Saturday, so the three of them would make an evening of it, including dinner and a movie of Sydney’s choosing.

   Friday afternoon, about 4:30, the three of them all loaded into Sir Richard’s 2006 Jaguar XKR and headed to a small and exclusive dress shop in New Fairfield. The excitement in Sydney was evident in her constant banter, and kara was nervous that Sir Richard would be impatient with her daughter. But, quite to the contrary, he talked with her, answering her questions about the restaurant they would dine in and the movies she wanted to see.

   There were no other customers in the dress shop when they entered. An thin, elderly man came out from the back of the shop to greet them. His faced seemed familiar to kara, although she couldn’t place it at first. “Good evening, Sir Richard,” a smile brightening his face. “How have You been?”

   “I’ve been well, Sir Edmund, thank You. And how are You holding up?”

   Instantly kara knew that this was the man who came to Sir Richard’s BDSM gathering last spring with the old slave woman lady catherine.

   “It had been difficult for me, Sir Richard. Very difficult. The lady catherine and I were one for over forty-two years. I know I shall never find another like her, so in her memory, I will not even look.”

   “I understand, completely Sir Edmund. Completely.

   “Might You remember My maid, kara? And this is her daughter, Sydney.”

   “Yes, of course,” He replied, lifting kara’s hand and kissing it gently on the back. “I am charmed my dear, charmed. And this is your lovely daughter...., Sydney is it?”

   “Yes sir. I’m Sydney.”

   “Such a lovely name for such a pretty little girl,” He complimented her. “Richrad, would You like to stay while kara and I go through some dresses, or might you prefer to accompany Sydney to the book store up the street, while kara and I narrow down the selection?”

   Sydney jumped right in, “Oh could we go to the book store, Sir Richard? Could we?”

   “Yes, of course Sydney.  Of course.

   “Sir Edmund will take care of You kara,” Richard said aloud. And then, bending near her ear, out of respect for Sydney, he added, “Obey Him as You would Me!”

   “Yes, Sir Richard,” kara answered, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

   When Sir Richard and Sydney had left the shop, Sir Edmund sat down in a chair, and ordered, “Present yourself to Me. Position B!”

   Quickly, kara removed her maid’s uniform and folded it neatly on the floor. When she was naked, she assumed Position B; standing tall, shoulders back, hands behind her head, fingers interlaced, head and eyes down, and mouth open.

    Sir Edmund had her stand that way for several minutes, just contented in watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she fought to control her breathing. “You’re quite lovely my dear. Quite lovely. And you followed My command quite speedily, I might add. Sir Richard’s training is very evident.”

   “I’m going to look for a gown to highlight those small breasts of your’s, and well as your adorable buttocks. But first, I wish to see how well he has trained your mouth. Service Me!”

    Kara dropped to her knees and began to unzip Sir Edmund’s trousers. She was shocked at herself for the quickness in her response to this stranger’s order. Her she was, un her knees, about to fellate a man she didn’t know, and all because He had said, ‘Obey Him as you would Me.’ He did nothing to ease her chore. When she had freed Him from the confines of His pants, kara gingerly took Him in her mouth and began the slow sensual ministrations she had been taught over the past seven months, until she felt His legs tense just before  He came, filling her mouth with generous spurts of His seed. After she had cleaned Him and had gotten His clothing back together, he cupped her chin and said, “Nicely done. Not quite what lady catherine could do, but you’re young and will improve over time I’m sure.

   “Now, let Me select some dresses.”

   About forty-five minutes later, kara heard the little bell on the dress shop door tinkle, and she looked up and saw Sydney and Sir Richard returning, a bag with the bookstore’s logo proudly carried by her daughter. Sydney stopped short in her tracks at the sight she beheld. Her mother was standing naked in the middle of the shop, and the shop owner was delicately removing a dress from it’s hangar for her to try on.

    “Ah, Sir Richard, and the lovely Sydney. How was your trip to the book store,” Sir Edmund broke the awkward silence?

   “We found a few books by her favorite author, and a couple of new ones for her to try as well, Edmund. How have you two been making out?”

   Before Edmund could reply, Sydney butted in, “Mommy, why are you naked?”

   A rose color quickly brushed kara’s cheeks, but before she could think of an appropriate answer, Sir Edmund jumped in, “When women dress formally, Sydney, the rarely wear any under garments, as they create lines underneath the clothes that take away from the elegance of the gown. Your mommy needs to try on the dresses without any under clothes so I can determine if they fit correctly, and make your mommy beautiful. You do want her to be beautiful, don’t you?”

   “Oh yes sir, I do. I want my mommy to be the most beautiful mommy in the whole wide world!”

   “Of course you do, Sydney,” Richard joined in, and Sir Edmund is just the man to do it. Would you like to help us select a dress for your mommy to make her beautiful?”

   “Oh yes,” she shouted with excitement in her voice. “Yes, please!”

   “Then have a seat next to me while mommy models the dresses for us and we can “help” her pick one.”

   Richard and Sydney sat in a pair of wing back chairs and watched as Sir Edmund would dress and undress kara, each time explaining the dress and it’s “benefits” in subtle ways, so that only the two men really understood it. They saw six or seven different gowns, but it was the one that Edmund had saved for the last that caught everyone’s eye and won a unanimous vote from the assembled party. It was a dark royal blue satin gown. The top cut like a halter, tying with a thin string behind the neck, and plunging in front to just below the navel. The back was non-existent to just above the rise in kara’s buttocks, where a small hidden clasp joined the material together. It was ankle length, and the back was slit all the way up to the tiny clasp above her buttocks. The gentle swell of kara’s breasts was barely hidden from the front and sides, and her long trim legs were completely exposed in the back to just under her cheeks when she walked. Edmund had selected a pair of soft leather high heeled sandals in the same dark blue. They had a thick leather band that fastened above the ankle and held them in place. And large two inch diameter chrome rings were imbedded in the thick straps, dangling to her ankles. One on the outside and one on the inside.

   “Of course, Richard, this one provides the quickest and easiest accessability of them all. I feel it’s suits her best, and will meet all of Your stringent requirements as well.”

   “I couldn’t agree more, Edmund, couldn’t agree more. You’ve not lost Your touch old friend.

   “Sydney, doesn’t mommy look beautiful in this dress,” Richard asked, holding the little girl’s hand?

   “Oh yes sir! She’s beautiful!”

   When they arrived back at the house, after the movie, and Sydney was tucked safely in bed, Richard watched as kara stripped before Him and assumed position C. Then He made her describe in vivid detail what Sir Edmund had required of her, not glossing over her own emotions as she carried out His requests. After listening to her description of the night, He knelt behind her and asked, “Has anyone ever taken you from behind, kara?”

   “N...no ,......S....Si.....Sir. Never.”

   “Then I shall be first. I want you to relax, and take steady even breaths. It is important that you learn not just to accept it, but to relish it as well.” And then, ever so slowly, he introduced his thick cock to kara’s virgin anus, paying close attention to her moans and whimpers, as he increased his pounding thrusts, until at long last, He filled her ass with semen for the first time in her life.

   “I won’t be around in the morning,” He said, handing her a soft towel to wipe herself. Be dressed and ready to leave by 6:00."

   The next day was fun, taking kara Christmas shopping, having lunch out, and enjoying all the holiday decorations in Bedford. They got home around 4:00 and the baby sitter arrived about 5:00. Sandy was seventeen and a senior at the local high school. Her eyes bulged and her jaw went slack when she entered the carriage house and saw kara standing naked in the living room.

   “Oh, pardon me,” kara blanched, “I’m just hopping into the shower. Be right back.” And she scurried to the bathroom.

   After the shower and doing up her hair, kara applied her make-up and a light perfume.  She stepped into the shoes and buckled them tightly around her ankles, quivering when she speculated what the chrome rings were for. Slowly she slid into the dress, savoring the soft satin fabric as it slipped down her bare body. Reaching behind her, she fastened the single clasp which held it together in the small of her back. Then she pulled up the thin straps and tied it behind her neck. She stood in a mirror for a few moments in disbelief.

   Kara met Sir Richard promptly at the appointed hour. He was dressed all in black leather, His shirt and jeans and alligator skin cowboy boots all accentuating His trim physique. At his command, she lifted the gown and knelt on the hardwood floor in the library. “Tonight will be a sort of trial for you, kara. A mid-term exam so to speak. Your training to date has been exemplary, and I fully expect you to get through tonight with flying colors. I shall not be telling you anything about the night beforehand. I want you to experience the evening as it comes. I will tell you, however, that I shall be escorting you on a collar and leash, and that is all I will tell you. I shall not accept questions.”

   “Yes, Sir Richard. Thank You, Sir Richard.”

   Kara bent her head slightly forward when she saw Him reaching to place the black leather dog collar around her neck. He checked to see that it was snug fitting, but not so tight as to cause her breathing problems before buckling it in place. He then produced a black kid glove hood, with zippers at the eyes, nose and mouth, and placed it over her head, adjusting it’s placement before lacing it tightly behind her head. When He was satisfied with the results, He closed the zippers for her eyes and mouth, leaving only the one for her nose open, so she heard him clip the leash on her collar, she could not see Him.

    A gentle pull on the leash and she was standing. He took hold of her shoulders and turned her around, facing away from him, and she felt the hard cold steel handcuffs being placed on her wrists behind her back. She then heard the rattle of a chain, and felt him attaching it to the inner rings on her shoes. “Take small steps and feel your way,” He admonished her, as He led her through the kitchen and into the garage. He arranged her gown for her when she was seated in the car to minimize the wrinkles, then he got in the driver’s seat and off they went.

    Having never been a good judge of time or distance, kara had no idea how long they had driven before Sir Richard spoke to her. “It wouldn’t do much good to ask if you’re nervous, kara, that hood effectively renders you mute, but you’re equipped with a far more accurate barometer than mere words, so..........let’s............just...........see,” He said, sliding His hand up her thigh and probing her sex. “You certainly are a wet one, kara. I’d have to say you’re more excited about what the night holds for you than you are nervous.”

   He didn’t speak again after that short monologue, but He did keep fingering her dripping clit, always stopping before she could climax. Always sensing, always knowing when she was on the brink, but never allowing her across into the sweet release that tantalized her so.

   Kara sensed the car slowing down and felt it stop. She heard Him lower His window as he said, “Richard Duncan and guest for the Evans party.” A pause, and then another voice said, “Good evening Mr. Duncan, and welcome to Lack Heather Country Club. We are pleased that you can visit with us this evening. Please pull your car up to the main entrance and a valet will park it for you. One of the greeters will escort you to your party.”

   The car began moving slowly up a graveled drive. Kara could hear the crunch of the stones under the Jaguar’s tires. A butterfly tensed her stomach when she thought about the verbal exchange at the gate. The hood made it impossible for her to see, but were there lights, perhaps a flashlight, did the gateman see her, hooded, handcuffed, and with Sir Richard’s hand still probing her between her legs?

   The car stopped moving and brought kara back to the here and now. She heard both His and her doors opening at the same time, and a tug on her leash told her to get out of the car. The cold night air sent a chill through her, as her gown wasn’t designed for this weather. A hand grasped her upper arm, guiding her out of her seat, and then her door was closed. “Thank you sir,” a teenaged voice broke the silence, perhaps the valet being tipped by Sir Richard? “Please go up the steps, a greeter will escort you in.” kara’s mind was lost in thought once again. Why didn’t anyone seem the least bit taken aback by this woman in a black leather hood and handcuffs?

    Cautiously, kara felt her way up the steps, feeling the slight pull of His leash on her neck. The steps seemed soft, carpeting? A door must have opened , because she felt the air temperature rise quickly and she could hear the soft din of voices to her left. “Richard Duncan and guest for the Evans party,” He announced.

   “Just one moment, sir,” a light female voice answered Him. “Ah, yes. Here you are, Sir Duncan and guest. Please, follow me.”

   “Thank you, Miss,” He answered politely.

   They walked a few paces and then He said, “Watch your step, kara.” She felt with her feet the floor ending, and a flight of stairs descending. They went down fifteen steps, she counted each of them, turned left and went down another eight. Then walked forward a few paces and she heard someone knock on a door. “Sir Richard Duncan and guest,” The same female voice announced.

   The creaking of the door made it sound massive and old . “Thank you, Miss,” Sir Richard said, giving a sharp snap to the leash, leading her into...........?

   They walked a few paces in and were greeted by a woman. Mrs. Evans perhaps? “Richard my dear, I’m so glad You could join us tonight. And thank you for your gift. I’m sure we will all enjoy it!”

   “No thanks are necessary Emily. It is My pleasure entirely. I’m glad I could help in your celebration.”

  “Kara, I will be leaving you now. You are to do whatever you are told, by anyone who speaks to you. You will obey every direction quickly and without hesitation, as if the commands came from me. Nod your head if you understand Me.”

  Kara nodded her head quickly. She felt the goose bumps rise on her arms as someone’s hand probed her backside. “She’s soaking, Richard! Are You sure she’s a newbie,”Emily asked?

   “Yes, Emily. I have been her first and sole guide so far. Tonight will put her to the test and see if she has the potential I’m hoping for.”

   “I’m looking forward to it Richard. It will be great fun I’m sure.” And taking kara by the handcuffs, she shoved her forward saying, “Come my pet, and let’s get you ready for your trial.”

   Kara was pushed into another room, and she heard the door close behind her. The zipper over her mouth was pulled open and a straw was passed through the slit and between her lips. “You would be well advised to drink while you can, kara. You’ll be sorry later if you didn’t make use of the opportunities.”

   On cue, kara began to sip the cold water that was offered, and listened to Emily’s instructions. “I know Sir Richard has told you nothing of what is to come tonight, and I will not either. You just experience it all as it comes. But believe me, you will learn a great deal about yourself and about what Sir Richard is searching for.

   “People will come up to you during the course of the evening, but you will remain hooded and will never know who they are or when they are near you, unless they talk to you or amongst themselves. Your hood will prevent you from communicating with them, so you will be, for all intents and purposes, alone. Isolated with the sensations and your own thoughts and images.

   “When the evening is over, you will be evaluated, and we will determine your worthiness and potential for the future. Now, finish up your water so I may make you ready.”

   Kara kept sipping until she heard the straw sucking air. Emily pulled the straw out through the zipper and zipped it closed once more. She felt the handcuffs being unlocked, but they were quickly replaced by some heavy metal shackles with padded linings. It sounded to kara like a nut and bolt was being used to close the shackles on her wrists.

    “You’re ready, my dear, let’s see what you’re made of,” Emily said, as she took kara’s arm and lead her out of the room. Slowly, she felt her way, left and right, by the pressure Emily exerted on her arm. She almost stumbled when she reached a step, and walked up three steps. Emily commanded, “Stand still!”

   Kara stopped where she stood as her right wrist was pulled out to her right and attached top something. Her left wrist received the same treatment, and then she felt the chain being taken off her ankles for a moment. A new chain was attached to the outer rings, and her legs were pulled apart and attached to something on the floor.

   She felt Emily leaving, and then felt her arms being drawn out and up at the same time, stretching her tight, until she stood almost on tip toes.

   A soft hand on her left buttock shocked her, as an announcement was made over the loud speakers. “Good evening honored friends and guests, and welcome to the annual Evans gathering. If you would all be so kind as to direct your attention to the stage, Emily will unveil our special guest.

   “Emily, if you would please.”

   A finger felt for the clasp on the back of her gown, while another felt for the string that held the halter top up. And then, in one fluid movement, the string came untied and the clasp opened, and kara’s gown slipped to her feet, leaving her naked before the assembled guests.

   Kara felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her body felt warm as well. She thought that some powerful lights must be shining on her, showing off her nudity for all to see. Her triceps were aching under the strain, and she felt cramps in her toes from their bent position. Time seemed to stand still as she hung there. Then she heard a man’s voice, one she was sure she didn’t recognize. “What do you think Rose, a crop or the cane?”

   “Edwin, you know I like the marks of the cane best. Stripe her thighs, would you?”

   “Of course Rose.”

   Kara was in utter confusion trying to decipher the dialogue she heard behind her, then a searing heat ignited on the side of her left thigh, and she wrenched at the shackles and chains that bond her, shrieking in the dark enclosure that encased her head. Another white hot bolt struck her right thigh, then the left again, and the right, left and right, left and right. She was shaking and trying to tear herself apart to evade the all consuming pain, but the chains held her fast, and as she began to calm down, she felt the increased strain in her arms and legs from her futile efforts at freedom.

   She was left alone for a few minutes, and then a pair of hands pinched both of her nipples simultaneously. She twisted, but the person didn’t let go, in fact, she felt her nipples being pulled straight away from her. As her hard pink buds were being assaulted, her back opened up in pain as a flogger tore into her in a relentless rhythm; left shoulder, right shoulder, left, right, repeating in a metronome cadence, once hard, then soft. She always knew when the next stroke would be, and where it would fall, but the severity and intensity was in such a random pattern that her mind was spinning trying to brace for the hardest blows.

    Then, as abruptly as it started, it ended, and the pinching of her nipples stopped. “She took that pretty well, Richard,” a woman’s voice observed. “I wonder how much more she has in her?”

   Sir Richard’s familiar voice replied, “The night is young, and many of the guests have been mere observers to this point. So I guess..”

   “Richard,” a deep man’s voice boomed, “How have you been?”

   “Campbell, I thought you couldn’t make it.”

   “I had a business swing through Chicago, St. Louis and Atlanta, but I was able to wrap up the Atlanta deals sooner than I thought, so I got in this morning, and thought you wouldn’t mind if I came.”

   “Of course not. I’m always glad to see you, and is this sara?”

   “Yes it is.”

   “A stunning collar, Campbell. Stunning. How is she working out for you, I had heard that you were having some difficulties with her, and even thought of abandoning her?”

   “I’m not sure if you had heard, but I had here spend a week out at Alice’s cabin. They straightened her out pretty well I think. She’s vastly improved now. It was hard, because she wanted it so badly for herself, instead of realizing that it is for Me.”

   “Of course I understand, Campbell. I fear I may have the same situation her with kara. She’s falling into it very quickly, and just seems to thrive on it.”

    “May I,” Sir Campbell inquired, gesturing towards the dangling woman?

   “Please Campbell. Whatever you would like.”

    Sir Campbell unfastened the leash that was fastened to His naked slave’s stainless steel collar, and commanded, “sara, I want to hear her cry in pleasure. Make her cum!”

   “With pleasure, Master,” the young girl responded eagerly, dropping to her knees and pushing kara’s thighs wider apart to gain better access to the dripping wet sex. Sara’s experienced tongue quickly lapped up all of the juices, as she buried her nose in the smooth hairless and probed inside the splayed lips. Almost instantly, kara began to moan and sway in her bonds as the fever in her loins began to build.

   “Faster, sara, I want to hear her cry now!”

   Sara increased her efforts, licking, sucking and nibbling violently at the swollen bud at the apex of her folds, until kara could stand it no more and began shaking and crying. Sara’s training precluded her from stopping before she was told, so kara went from ecstasy to agony in the space of a few seconds. She squirmed trying to evade the teeth, lips and tongue which were attacking her.

   “Let’s see her cum two more times sara, and to make it interesting, you have five minutes to do it in, or you will spend the weekend in your cage with neither food nor water!”

   Sara needed no more prodding than the threat of a weekend in isolation away from her Master. She immediately intensified and redoubled her efforts, driving the hanging slave wild. After another minute or so, a second orgasm claimed her and she was crying from the level she reached. But sara’s tongue didn’t abate or even slow in her efforts to avoid the cage. Drool was dripping from the chin of kara’s mask as she hung limply by her wrists, no longer able to control herself, she began to urinate into the face of Sir Campbell’s slave. “She has come a long way, Campbell,” Richard remarked. “You should be pleased.”

   “Oh yes, I certainly am. It has been well worth the extra effort she required, and I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend Alicia for anyone who’s slaves need further training.”

   A muffled scream came from the zippered mask as kara was reduced to her third orgasm in less than five minutes. Sara, of course did not stop until her Master called her off. “You may go to the ladies room and wash up, sara,” Campbell instructed her.  “But first, you may cum. Show my friend how you beckon to My call”

   Sara laid on her back in the puddle of kara’s piss and spread her legs as wide as she could, opening herself before them all. She then rubbed her left hand in the puddle and using it as a lubricant, shoved three fingers up her own ass, as she diddled herself vigorously. “Such a dirty little slut, playing with herself for all to see, like some untamed animal in the zoo,” Campbell hissed.

   “Permission to cum, Master,” sara asked politely?

   “You may cum sara, and then you are to thank our spectator.”

   Sara pulled her hand out of her puckers ass and clawed at her breasts and she brought herself to a tremendous cum. When it had subsided sufficiently for her to have control, she scrambled to her knees, and knelt at Sir Richard’s feet, liking His alligator boots and saying, “Thank You Sir, for watching me cum.”

   After Campbell and sara had departed, Richard leaned into kara’s ear and asked, “How are you kara, are you alright, just nod your head.”

   Weakly, kara nodded her head in response. Richard pinched her clit hard, making her jump, “Good. I’m leaving you for a while. Have fun!”

   In a daze, her mind rent between pleasure and pain, kara hung by her wrists, all feeling in her hands was gone. Her toes throbbed in their contorted position. She could feel saliva slipping out of her open mouth, but she made no effort to either close her mouth, or suck it back in.

   Some time passed, kara was oblivious to it, and she heard a pair of women discussing her body. The slimness of her waist, the slight rise of her stretched breasts, her smooth flat mound, and her exquisitely unmarked stomach. They agreed that a soaked cane would be best on such virgin canvass, and began alternating strokes across her tight skin. Kara was in hell! The combination of her skin being pulled so tightly and the heavy soaked canes made the beaten unbearable, and she lost consciousness.

   She had no idea what had happed, let alone how long she had been out. Ever so slowly, as she became aware of her senses, she realized that her feet were no on the ground and she was bent over some sort of padded bar. Her arms were now pulled down in front of her, and secured tightly. A hand was lightly tracing her crack, slowly probing first her pussy, and then her ass.

   “Ah, she’s finally awake Richard, I was getting a bit worried there,” a familiar voice spoke. Where did she know it from? “I’m gonna turn my white mandingo loose on that ass of hers while I get her to lick my deeeeevine pussy.” It was Mistress Chantelle from Sir Richard’s house and her white male slave! She felt something lifting her head, and the zipper over her mouth was opened. “Lick me ‘chile. Make me happy!”

   Kara slid her tongue through the rough metal as far as it would go, searching for her target, when suddenly, her ass was assaulted by a very thick cock that began hammering into her, pushing her head forward into Mistress Chantelle’s pungent hairy pussy. And as if this wasn’t enough, her nipples came alive as someone attached a pair of alligator clamps to them, with weights tugging them down, and swinging in the rhythm to the male slave’s thrusts. “I want to cum twice before you dump your useless load in this whore, boy, do y’all hear me?”

   “Yes, Goddess Chantelle”, he answered, not breaking his stride.

   Once again kara was plunged into the contorted realm of pain and pleasure, her senses torn askew by everything happened at once. “Try this on her back,” someone suggested, and fire broke out across her back as someone began lashing her with a cat. Chantelle came, cooing, “That was heavn’ly ‘chile. Heavn’ly. Now do it again.”

   Chantelle’s slave showed no signs of fatigue as his long hard cock stretched her tight ass to the tearing point, incessantly driving and retreating at a furious pace. Her nipples were in agony as the anal pounding caused them to swing back and forth , digging the unforgiving teeth in even more. Her entire back felt as if it was inflamed as the cat kissed her from her shoulders to her hips.  Finally, after a serious of lifetimes, chantelle came again, and ordered her slave to cum.

   When it was all finally over, kara was so exhausted that she fell asleep with the terrible clamps still on her nipples. She awoke to the sensations of her bonds being loosened. A pair of hands helped her to her feet, ana as she stood there groggily, both of the clamps were removed at the same time, bringing a loud cry from her mouth.  She stumbled a bit,  hands quickly grabbed her grabbed her again to steady her. The hands guided her to the center of the room, where all of the guests formed a tight circle around her. She was pushed to her knees, and someone ordered, “Position A!”

   Kara assumed the position, albeit slowly, and heard Sir Edmund address the guests; “It is time to decide if you feel this female possesses enough character to become a slave.” A long pause in His address gave kara time to fixate on what was happening. Finally he asked, “All those who feel this female should be permitted to enter full slave training raise your right hand.” Silence ensued, but since her eyes were cast downward, kara had to idea what the showing was. “Opposed?

   “I guess that settles it.” Sir Edmund reached down, and cupping kara’s chin, pulled her face up to look into his. “Kara, you have proven yourself to all of us in The Society, and you have been granted the status of apprentice. If, after one year, you have passed the thorough training our Society demands, you will be marked as a slave of The Society. If you do not meet our criteria, you will be set free.

   “Sir Richard, would You like to place the apprentice collar on Your slave?”

   “Thank You Sir Edmund. Nothing would please me more.”

   Kara felt the soft choker being removed from her neck only to be replaced by a stiff leather collar being fitted around her neck. Richard checked and adjusted it’s fit, and then Sir Edmund handed Him a small brass lock, which Richard used to lock the collar in place. “This collar will serve as identification for all members and slaves of The Society that you are an apprentice of The Society. And that you have no rights within it. You will obey anyone who recognizes this collar, be they member or guest, male or female, or even a slave.”

   Richard helped kara to her feet, and she was greeted by an enthusiastic applause, as she entered her new life in training to be a slave.

COMING FULL CIRCLE

by Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 3

COLLARED

   After her evening at the country club, Sir Richard imposed a completely new set of rules and restrictions on His slave in training. In addition to her being constantly naked whenever she was in His home, she was now required to be naked everywhere on the grounds, including in the carriage house that she shared with her eleven year old daughter. He even required her to answer the door naked, and this occurred frequently, as express mail deliveries arrived on a fairly regular basis. He also demanded that she learn to control her throat muscles with a long thick black dildo, so that He could enjoy the deepest recesses of her throat without having to be disturbed by listening to her choke and gag. It took her several weeks to learn how to control her natural gag reflexes, but once she mastered it, He was able to bury Himself down her throat, reveling in the sensations of His balls slapping on her chin. Kara felt inordinate pride in being able to accommodate Him in this way.

    All the while, Sydney was not oblivious to the subtle but constant changes that her mother was undergoing. In fact, quite the opposite was the truth. And this was first revealed to kara the morning of Sydney’s twelfth birthday. A small party had been planned, just five girls from Sydney’s school would be coming over to the house, and then they would all head out for the afternoon, taking in a movie and then dinner and ice cream. Sydney had a special party dress that Sir Richard had given her. The young girl loved it dearly. It was a dark purple with yellow accents. Kara walked in while Sydney was getting dressed, and noticed that her daughter wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. When she remarked ths to Sydney, the twelve year old countered that whenever kara wore clothes, she never wore anything underneath hers, so why should she have to? “Besides,” Sydney added, “Sir Richard said I don’t have to wear underwear if I don’t want to!”

   Another requirement that Sir Richard imposed was very hard to kara to adjust to. And that was His requirement that her body always had to bear marks from some sort of whipping. Never anything too harsh, but He wanted her body “To always bear witness to My whip,” as he put it. His choice of which whip to mark her with changed as His mood suited Him: a single tail, the cane or crop, a cat, switch, or paddle were all employed on the different parts of her body. He kept track of which ones left the most desired marks on which parts of her body. What kara had the biggest problem with was marking herself whenever He had been away on business long enough for the marks He gave her to fade away. Since He demanded that she always be marked, this meant that she had to whip herself, which she usually did on the front of her thighs. This self flagellation was the hardest rule He imposed on her.

   One morning, after Sydney had eaten breakfast and was getting ready to leave for school, kara noticed an envelope on the kitchen table addressed to her in His hand. With a slight tremor, she opened it and read the short note:

   “Kara,

   A car will be arriving this morning at 10:00. You are to go with the driver and explicitly follow the instructions of anyone you meet. You are to wear your highest pair of heels. You will have no need of clothing.”

   It was simply signed, “Richard.”

   A quick glance at the kitchen clock told her that she had about eighty minutes to get ready. Sydney had slipped out the door for school, so she hurried through the breakfast dishes, showered, and applied her make-up in the manner that He preferred. At 9:45, she was watching by the front window. Naked, in a pair of four inch black spike heels that had laces crisscrossing up her calves, and tying just below her knees.

   At 10:10, a big black Hummer H2 pulled up in the driveway and stopped by the main entrance of Sir Richard’s house.  A uniformed driver got out of the car, strode up to the door, and rang the bell. Kara opened the door and was told, “Please come with me.”

   She walked behind the chauffeur and waited as he opened her door for her. As she was getting settled in the back seat, she noticed, with great relief, that the back windows were tinted, making it just about impossible for anyone to see her nakedness in the car.

   The driver drove for about an hour, never speaking to kara even once. They traveled through small towns on back roads until they reached the outskirts of New Haven, where the traffic got heavier and the population density increased. Kara had never been to New Haven before, so she was completely lost as she looked out through the smoky windows at the rundown buildings.

   The driver turned down an alley between two decrepit buildings and stopped by the side entrance to one of them. “You are to get out here. Go and knock on that door and follow whoever answers it,” the driver admonished her.

   Looking quickly around the alley for people, kara tentatively got out of the car, and watched in horror as the driver pulled away driving the rest of the way up the alley, and turning back into traffic, leaving her alone and naked in the squalor. She crossed to the door and knocked on it lightly, trying not to make loud sounds that would cause the pedestrians on the sidewalk to look down the alley and see her. When she got no response, she was forced to knock again, only much harder. She tried to huddle into the doorway to hide, as she waited forever before she heard the sounds of deadbolts being opened from the other side, and a heavily tattooed  man with many facial piercings opened the door.

   He was massive, at least three hundred pounds,  with a long greasy black ponytail streaked with gray hanging down between his shoulders. His beard was long and had been braided into several strands with colored beads decorated each one. His shirtless torso was also covered in multi-colored tattoos and thick barbells pierced each of his nipples, His ears each bore at least six rings and studs.  His thick muscular arms was festooned with tattoos from his knuckles up his arms and swirled around his neck “You must be kara,” he proclaimed in a deep gruff voice. “Follow me!”

   She stood aside and waited while he reset the deadbolts and then she followed him as he lead her down a dark smelly hallway into the back of his tattoo parlor. They went into a small but brightly lit room, and pointing to a chair, he said, “Take a seat. This shouldn’t take too long.”

   She sat down as instructed and waited while he seemed to be making some preparations. “Anybody bother ta tell ya why yer here,” he asked, his back still to her, as if a naked woman walking into the back of his shop was commonplace?

   “Uh.........n....no.”

   “Figgers. Don’t really matter much anyhow. That collar tells me all I need ta know. Ya won’t hafta be signin’ anything as yer signature ain’t worth shit.” He turned to face her and she saw that he had a small jewelry box in his massive hairy hand. “Ya kin open it an’ see what’s in it. This is what yer here for.”

   Kara accepted the box meekly and looked inside. It contained what appeared to be jewelry, but not earrings or rings, or anything like that. She wasn’t even sure what kind of metal it was. She knew it wasn’t gold, and it didn’t look like silver or platinum.

   Her quizzical expression didn’t slip by him as he asked, “Don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on, do ya?” The question was rhetorical, as he answered it himself, “The larger ones’er goin’ in yer titties, behind them fat areolas ya got. The grommets are goin’ in yer pussy with locks, so it kin git locked up real tight. Nobody’s gonna git in there unless somebody else sez so,” he laughed heartily.

   Kara felt light headed as the implications of his revelations sunk in. “Feelin’ a bit woozy are ya,” he asked? “It don’t matter none. It don’t hurt bad, least ways not as bad as those cuts on yer legs musta hurt I’ll bet!

   “By the way, my name’s Hank, but my friend’s all call me Bear. Do ya want me ta tell ya what I’m doin’, or should I just do it?”

   “I.........don’t know,” the quiver in her timid voice spoke a thousand words.

   “Well, most people prefer me to tell ‘em what’s happening and all. Make’s it easier fer ‘em ta get ready I guess.

   “The first thing I’m gonna do is wash those pretty little titties with alcohol. It won’t hurt or even sting or nuthin’, it’s jus’ gonna feel cold is all. Then I’m gonna paint ‘em all up with an antiseptic. Make sure their good ‘n clean before I pierce ‘em.”

   Bear quietly followed his own protocol to the letter , and didn’t say anything until he was done. “Now I gotta measure you up, see where I’m gonna put the needle in and where it’s gonna come out. Hafta make sure the holes are straight, or the rod will look bad.”

   He used a small ruler to measure where the holes would be made, so that the rod would be set deeply  about a half of an inch outside her large areolas. He marked each site with a pen when he had it lined up to his satisfaction.

   “Now I’m gonna pierce ya. It’s gonna burn some. I need to push the needle in slow so’s it comes out where I want it to. If ya hafta yell or somethin’, that’s ok. I’ve heard a lot of screamin’ in this room.”

   Kara felt a sharp pinprick on the side of her breast as he placed the piercing needle against her soft skin. She felt the pressure increase until she felt her skin tear under the force of the sharp needle. The inside of her breast felt hot as he methodically pushed the needle through her. She forced herself to breath deeply, wincing against the pain. Then, she felt a  a soft pop, and the needle broke through on the other side. Kara looked down at her aching breast and saw the thick steel needle sticking out of both sides, behind her areola. Fascinated, kara couldn’t look away, as Bear took a thick metal rod and pushed it through the piercing, backing the needle out as he went.

   Kara was dumbstruck at how pretty, and yet how stark and cruelly evil the metal rod looked, imbedded so deeply in the soft velvety smooth skin of her breast. She watched with a transfixed allure while Bear attached a chain to the protruding ends of the rod and the screwed on the caps to secure it in place. He opened a fresh needle and pierced her other breast in exactly the same fashion. Picking up a mirror, he held it before her so that she could get the full effect of the hard steel in her breasts. As she stood before the mirror, Bear clipped a small sterling silver bell onto each of the two chains.  He the stood behind her, and grasping a breast in each hand, jingled them, listening to the delicate tinkling sounds the bells made.

   “Lay back and putcher feet in the stirrups,” he ordered, laying the mirror aside. She lay back and looked up at the ceiling tiles, her legs splayed by the cold chrome stirrups, her sex wide open to this burly ape of a man. She could feel him strapping her legs in place. “I need ta have ya tied tight for the next piercings, cuz these’re gonna be much larger holes, an’ yer pussy lips are gonna hurt a lot more than those little titties did,” he informed her, as he secured the last strap.

   The alcohol felt icy cold when he swabbed the area. “Yer juicier than a fresh peach, cunt. You gettin’ off on this?”

   “No,” she almost shouted, incensed by the remark. “I.....I just get wet really easily.”

   “Well yer too slippery fer me ta to hold while I’m tryin’ ta stick these needles in ya, so I’m gonna hafta use clamps ta get a good grip. That’s gonna pinch a bit more, but I gotta line these grommets up just so, or the locks’ll lie all wrong.”

   Bear continued with his preparations, cleansing and sterilizing her outer labia and the surrounding tissue. He used his ruler once again to measure and mark the exact spots where he would put his needles. “I think right should do it,” he declared with pride. “Four in each one.” He continued to inspect the site.

   “I think I’ll just put all eight needles in first, then I’ll fit in the grommets.”

    Kara felt the pinch of the clamp on her lower lip, and then the pressure as her tugged it out. She took a deep breath and held it when she felt the sharp point of the needle against her delicate sex. Then with a steady increasing pressure, he pushed the thick needle in, tearing the skin and running in right through and out the other side. A loud shriek broke from her as the sudden sharp pain was too much.

    “I’m.......I’m.....I’m sorry,” she apologized.

   “No need ta be, missy. If you could get a look at the size o’ these needles I hafta use, you’d probably be screamin’ before I stuck ‘em in ya!”

   The second needle went in faster than the first, but kara was starting to cry now, and she was shaking slightly. Bear paid no attention to her discomfort. He continued piercing her until there were eight heavy gauge needles in her lips.

   After the eighth was set, he stood, and as he stretched he announced, “I need a beer. Ya want somethin’?”

   “Some.....some water please,” she managed to stammer through her quieting sobs.

   Bear returned momentarily with a bottle of spring water for kara and a cold can of beer for himself, and sat down on his stool, right between her widely spread legs. “So,” he inquired, “Have you been properly trained in how to suck a cock?”

   “Ye.....yes. I have.”

   “ You have what? ........ .. . .Full sentences if you please, you should  know better than that”

   “I.....I have been trained in the proper techniques for sucking cock.”

   “That’s more like it.

   “Ever taken it up the ass?”

   “Yes, I.....I....I have been fucked in the ass. M....Many times.” kara was astounded at how easily she was revealing these intimate and embarrassing answers to this stranger. And while he was starring at her gaping pussy!

   “Have ya ever hadta clean off a cock after it’s been up yer ass?”

   “I....I always clean off my Master’s cock after He fucks my ass. He ......He requires that I clean Him whenever He uses me.”

   Bear stood and gulped down the remainder of his beer. “I’m gonna set those grommets in yer pussy, a’ then I’ll lock it up good an’ tight. After that, all I hafta do is pierce yer nose, an’ then I get ta keep ya fer an hour. So we’ll just hafta see how well ya kin clean me up after ‘I’ use you!”

   The emphasis he put on the word ‘I’ scared kara.

   Bear got to his task of setting the grommets in the large holes he had pierced in kara’s labia. The holes were 3/8" in diameter, and the grommets fit snugly. When all eight were in place, he took four tiny steel keyed locks, and slipped each one through a grommet in the right lip and left, locking her pussy shut. He wiped away the blood, and then, once again, he held the mirror for her to see her “new look.”

   Kara felt the weight of the locks pulling down on her lips as she sat up to look. She was instantly flooded with a sense of inordinate pride at her pussy. And her first real thought was “I hope He is happy with it!”

   Bear cleaned her nose in preparation for placing the ring in her septum. Kara felt queasy as she heard a crunching sound when the needle went through. Bear fastened a heavy gauge ring that was almost two inches in diameter in her nose. After she stood in a full length mirror to inspect herself, Bear used her repeatedly for the next hour. Most of the time he spent fucking her ass for a minute or so, and then watching with great satisfaction as she would then suck him clean.  This ass to mouth drilling continued until he finally decided to end it all, by dumping his load deep in her bowels.

   Bear lead her to the back door, and with a hard smack on her ass, sent her into the alley, where the black Hummer was waiting. The driver motioned for her to get in the front seat next to him. When she opened the door, she saw a plastic mat with a thick butt plug  fastened to it. “Sit on it,” the driver ordered her .The shiny black appliance slid into place with ease, since  her pussy was  dripping wet from the past hour of sex, and her ass was slowly leaking semen.

   During the drive home, kara feared what she would have to say to Sydney when she saw the metal in her nose, breasts and labia. Her daughter had gotten quite used to her mother’s constant nakedness, but this? How could she explain it? What words would be adequate to quell the uncertainties of such a young girl? Hiding it was not an option, Sir Richard would never entertain it.

    The time passed quickly, and kara found herself on the driveway leading to the house. When they were about fifty yards from the house, the driver stopped the car and said, “Get out.”

   Kara eased herself off the invading probe in her  ass, opened the door and got out. “Crawl to the house on your hands and knees, slave,” he barked. Her heart racing for fear of being seen by Sydney, kara sank to her hands and knees and began to crawl across the lawn to the house, the small bells announcing her in advance.

   As she neared the house, her heart sank, for there on the front steps stood Sir Richard, with two women, one clothed and the other naked. And standing next to the naked woman was Sydney. Her face flushed immediately from shame as she crawled nearer to them. She knew the women from someplace. She fought to remember where. Then it came to her, that first evening, the party Sir Richard had given. The slave’s name was slut. The one with no body hair and a massive bar piercing deeply through both breasts. And her owner’s name was........Mistress Ilsa!” The swaying of her pierced breasts caused the bells to ring, drawing more attention to her.  Just as she reached the bottom step that lead to the porch, Sir Richard commanded, “Position C!”

   Kara assumed the position, pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing the four locks through the grommets in her lower lips. “Do you see what Uncle Richard meant, Sydney? Mommy belongs to Me now.  Completely! And that means that she does anything I tell her to do, no matter what it is. Do you understand?”

   “Yes, Uncle Richard. Can I see her new jewelry?”

   “Of course little one. Let’s look at it together.”

   Kara’s embarrassment was complete. Her she was, naked, kneeling on the ground, opening herself in order that her own daughter could see her freshly pierced cunt, still very red and swollen from the eight grommets that had been placed in it. “Don’t the locks look pretty, Sydney,” Richard asked the child?

   “Yes, Uncle Richard. But why did you have them put in there?”

   “Because that is the only way I can truly own her, Sydney. I have the keys that lead to what makes your mommy a woman, and I have control over it, and therefore, I control her very essence.”

   “I love the grommets, Richard,” Ilsa chimed in, as She walked through the massive oak front door. “ They’ll look exquisite with or without the locks. You might want to consider larger diameter ones in a few months. Really draw attention to her cunt!”

   Kara’s face was red now, as she listened to the course language being used in front of Sydney.

   “Where are the bells, Uncle Richard,” Sydney inquired?

   “Position B, slave!”

    Kara pushed herself up and stood before them, her legs spread, hands laced behind her head, head down and mouth open. “The bells hang from her breasts by the chains, see?”

   “I like them, they’re pretty,” Sydney said.

    “Would you to like to ring them, Sydney?”

    “May I?”

    “Of course. Just reach up and jiggle Mommy’s breast. The bell will ring.”

   The tentative touch of her daughter’s fingers on her breast made kara jump. “Stand your ground,” he ordered. Kara stood still as Sydney gently pushed her breast, making the tiny bell ring.

   “Bear put them in quite deep, Richard,” Ilsa remarked. “They’ll take quite a bit of weight without you having to be concerned with them ripping out.”

   kara was shocked at herself by the revelation of  how little embarrassment she felt for being placed on display like this in front of Sydney. But she was even more shocked at how casual and commonplace Sydney’s reaction to it. She acted like seeing her mother naked; spreading her ass cheeks for her daughter to scrutinize; seeing the harsh swollen fresh piercings in her mother’s breasts, nose and labia; watching her mother crawl across a lawn like some animal, with bells dangling from her chest, like all of this was normal. Kara understood and accepted what was happening to her. After all, she now knew, and had come to grips with the fact that she both wanted and needed this sort of treatment in order to feel whole and alive. But, what she hadn’t yet fathomed, was what impact all of this was having on her daughter!

   Also, kara couldn’t get past how casually Sydney was joining in with Sir Richard and Ilsa in talking about her, but never to her. It was as if she was some object for sale in a store that one might be looking over before purchasing it. But all kara could do was hold the position He had commanded her to be in, and listen as they talked.

   “Do You think it hurt when they put the rings in, Uncle Richard?”

  “ No, Sydney. The rings didn’t hurt mommy at all, but the needles that made the holes for the rings hurt. However, you know that it doesn’t matter if they hurt, and I want you to tell me why?”

   “Um......it.....it doesn’t matter....because.....because the pain was a gift from You. And.....um.......she should be happy that You think enough of her to give her pain?”

   “That’s right! Very good!. You’re a fast learner.”

   The young girl beamed at His praise, and continued, “When can I get jewelry too, Uncle Richard?”

   Kara flinched at the question, images of the pre-pubescent child’s body pierced with the cold steel.....

   “Not for a while, little one. You must learn to be patient. Your body must change first. Develop. Maybe when you’re sixteen or so we’ll think about it. But in the meantime, you may have your ears pierced if you would like.”

   “Could I really? When?” Sydney was jumping with glee.

   “The next time your mommy takes you to the village you can have it done. But only your ears. Is that understood?”

   “Oh yes, Uncle Richard. Thank You!”

   Kara felt one of Ilsa’s velvety soft hand feeling her breasts where the piercings went through, while her other hand was massaging the slave’s clit. Ilsa’s eyes were fixed on kara’s face, reading her responses to the rhythmic ministrations, increasing and decreasing the pressure and tempo, making kara ride the sensations ebbing and flowing like the tides.

   “When can I start to learn what Mommy’s learning?” Sydney broke the spell.

   “Once again Sydney, you’re far too young. But, if you promise never to ask me that question again, I will allow you to be naked anywhere on the grounds anytime you like. Whether it is in your house or mine, or even outside. Anytime you want, you may be naked. But, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to. You may wear clothes whenever you wish. For instance if you are having friends over, and you don’t want to share your secret with them, you can be clothed. And I also will give you a very important job to do.”

   “Anything. Please. I’ll do anything,” Sydney sand excitedly.

   “I require that your mommy always has whip marks on her body. She is not allowed to be without them. But sometimes I am not able to give them to her when they start to fade away, and at those times she has to mark herself. Now it will be your job to whip her whenever I can’t. Can you do that, Sydney? Can you whip your mother until she has welts that will last?”

   “I’ll try, Uncle Richard. But, can You show me how?”

   “Of course I will. In fact, her marks are fading already, so let’s see how well you can whip her now!

   “Slave,” He commanded turning to kara, who was still in the thralls of Ilsa’s probing hand, “Crawl into the library and fetch your cuffs and a crop!”

   “And a cane as well,” Ilsa added venomously.

   “Yes, Sir Richard and Mistress Ilsa,” kara answered obediently, getting down on all fours. She could sense her daughter’s envious eyes on her ass as she crawled away, accompanied by the tinkling of her bells.

   Ilsa reached out to Her slave and grabbed her by the rod that ran through her breasts, “Go with her, slut, and see that she does as she is told.”

   “Of course, Mistress.”

   When kara got to the library, she crawled over to the cabinet where He kept all of the implements for her bondage and torture. She selected a set of wrist cuffs and a matching pair of ankle cuffs and then strapped them all on tightly. She then proceeded to select the requested cane and crop, and laying them both neatly on a table, she knelt quietly in waiting.

   Her wait wasn’t long, as she heard Sir Richard, Mistress Ilsa, and Sydney approaching the library. “What do You think, Ilsa,” Sir Richard asked as they entered the room, “The St. Andrew’s Cross perhaps?”

   “That would be fine, Richard. The girl should have an immobile target top practice on at first.”

   “Have You a preference for front or back?”

   “Let’s whip her front first. I want her daughter to look into her mother’s eyes as she whips her!”

    “On the cross, slave,” Richard commanded sternly. “Back to the cross!”

   Kara stood meekly and walked to the cross against the wall. Turning her back to it, she stepped up on the pegs that protruded from the cross about a foot off the floor and extended her arms while Ilsa and Her slave bound her. They pulled her arms tighter than she was used to, tying them to the last rings at the ends of the cross. Then they secured her feet. Just to decrease her ability to dodge the whip, and to increase her overall discomfort on the cross, Ilsa pulled a waist cincher across her belly just underneath  her naval and pulled it so tight that it constricted her stomach to the point that she could only take shallow breaths.

   They both stood back and looked at each other for a moment, and then watched Sydney as she took in the spectacle of her naked mother helplessly bound and awaiting her fate.

   “I’ll begin,” Ilsa broke the silence, “If it’s alright with You, Richard.”

   “But of course, Ilsa,” Richard answered, sitting in a plush leather chair. “ Please. Be My guest!”

   “Come to Me, little one,” Ilsa cooed softly to Sydney.

   Cautiously, Sydney approached the Dominatrix, all the while looking in awe at her bound mother, offering herself on the cross, and the hairless naked slave standing next to her, as if on guard.  “This is a cane, “Ilsa instructed. “It is very effective in raising long lasting welts. It can even break the skin if applied hard enough. It is best used on the front and back of the thighs and on the buttocks.”

   Ilsa placed the cane in Sydney’s hand, and then covering the child’s hand with her own, she began to flick the cane, asking, “Can you feel the whipping action when yo move the cane like this?”

   “Yes, Mistress,” Sydney observed, her eyes brightening as she tuned into the sensation. “I can!”

   “It is very important that when you are using  the cane that you get that whipping action. You must move the cane quickly and then snap it. See?” She demonstrated it a few more times, and letting go her grip over Sydney’s hand, she said, “Now you try it yourself.”

   Ilsa and Richard watched while kara experimented with her strokes in the air. Hard, soft, trying to get the feel for the instrument of pain. All the while, kara’s eyes were glued to her daughter’s lessons too, but her perspective was that of the recipient, not the instructor.

   After a couple of minutes, Ilsa was content with Sydney’s rudimentary skills and technique, and so,  holding her hand out, She said, “Give Me the cane, and watch!”

   Sydney placed the cane in Ilsa’s proffered hand and stood aside as Ilsa approached the cross. “Above all, it is important that you must look where you want the cane to strike. You must always remember that. Where your eyes are set is where the cane will land. Never take your eyes from the target on your subject. Observe.”

   Ilsa held the cane up, flicking it lightly in the air in front of kara’s wide opened eyes, allowing her to appreciate what was coming. Then, lowering Her head, She picked a spot on kara’s right thigh, and with blinding speed, She brought the cane across the thigh, bringing a scream from the slave as well as an angry swollen welt almost at the same time.

   “Feel the skin where the whip kissed it, Sydney,” Ilsa instructed.

   Sydney gently ran her hand across the rising welt a few times, feeling it’s heat and how high it was. “That is what the cane does best. Now, I want you to try it.”

   Ilsa handed the cane back to Sydney, and taking the girl by the shoulders, she placed her in the optimum position to whip her mother.

   “Feet a bit further apart, Sydney. Make sure you stand with your weight equally on both feet. That way you’re balanced, and can concentrate on your arm motion. That’s better. Now,” Ilsa instructed, “Hold the cane up and make sure she sees it. This is very important, because it gets her mind to focus on what is to come.”

   Obediently, Sydney held the cane up so her mother could see it. And then, apprehensively, she lowered the cane and prepared to strike. Kara could see the hesitancy in her daughter’s eyes, and gave her an all but imperceptible nod in reassurance. Sydney lifted the whip back and swung it at her mother’s thigh, but it landed on her hip instead.

   “Where were your eyes, Sydney,” Ilsa asked patiently?

   “They.......they were cl........closed, Mistress.”

    “And what did I tell you?”

    “Y.....You......You t.....told me that ........that I have to look where I want the whip to hit, an......and then I’ll hit that spot.”

     “That’s correct. Now....decide where you want the whip to land.”  Ilsa paused a moment, giving the girl the opportunity to make up her mind. “Now, I want you to point to that spot with the tip of the cane, but don’t touch it.” Sydney did as she was told. “Alright. Keep your eyes right there and feel that snap of the cane.”

    The swish of the cane slicing through the air was the only sound, until it was replaced by the smack of the whip and kara’s scream. Instantly, Sydney dropped the cane and burst into tears, as she watched her mother writhe on the cross, consumed by the burning lash on her thigh.

   “Very good,” Ilsa complemented her. “See how the welt is rising? Pick up the cane and give her four more on the thighs.”

   Sydney’s gaze was fixated on her mother’s eyes, and she stood stone still, until her mother’s gaze met her’s and she saw her mother smile and nod. Ever so slowly, Sydney bent down and picked up the cane and chose a spot for it to kiss her mother, about two inches below the first cut,  She struck her mother as hard as she could.

   This time, Sydney’s reaction was quite different. Her guilt and fear had been replaced by excitement and joy. She paused for a moment, as if reading her mother’s response to the lash, and then, she struck her again, and again and again.

   Ilsa and Richard were both very pleased with how quickly the child had gotten used to the whip. They quietly remarked to each other how fascinated Sydney was as she watched her mother scream and cry as she fought the straps holding her to the cross. She seemed mesmerized at the dance her mother performed was performing. “The crop, slut.” slut passed the crop to her Mistress as ordered. Ilsa slipped the cane out of Sydney’s hand, and replaced it with the crop. Sydney glanced down at the new implement in her hand. 

   “This is a crop, Sydney,” Ilsa began. “Very effective on the buttocks and belly, and especially on the lower belly, between the mound and the naval. Feel the soft leather?”

   “Yes Mistress,” Sydney cooed as she stroked the soft fine leather, feeling the smooth supple crop. She looked at the delicate loop for her wrist and the wide leather end that would spread it’s fury out on the skin.

   “It should have that same action as the cane when you use is, Sydney,” Ilsa intoned. “But first you must use it to tease your subject. Watch!”

   Ilsa took the crop and with an obvious air of sexuality, she caressed kara’s lower belly with the soft cool leather. Stroking the skin, and lightly rubbing her clitoris.  She then began to lightly slap the crop against the skin, moving it up as high as the naval, and then down ton the opening of the slit and left to right from hip to hip, gradually increasing and decreasing the intensity, and all the while reading kara’s face. Abruptly, She paused, and then, selecting a target, She pulled back and swung very hard. A loud smack filled the room as the crop landed just at the top of kara’s slit, and a horrifying scream replaced it.

   A large red mark instantly colored the pale skin on her pubic mound. “Feel the heat, Sydney,” Ilsa directed her, placing the child’s hand on the hot flesh. Sydney was enthralled with the feel of her mother’s hot skin from just the one kiss from the crop.

   “May I try it, Mistress Ilsa,” she queried”

   “Of course, my dear, here,” she said, giving the crop back to Sydney.

   Sydney approached the cross and gently rubbed the crop across the skin of her mother’s belly, gliding it up and down, side to side. Then she began to slowly tap it against the skin, watching as her mother would involuntarily jump at the sharper bites. She paused a moment, and lashed out, striking in the exact same spot as Ilsa had. The added fire on the already tender skin caused kara ro scream, and cry, tears rolling down her face as she fought the straps that held her captive to the hard wooden cross.

   Sydney waited until all of kara’s sobbing had stopped before she began the sensual stroking that was a precursor to the wicked kiss of the crop. She made sure that all five of her lashes struck in the exact same spot on kara’s mound, turning it a dark red and swelling the flesh.

    Ilsa and slut undid the straps that held the slave to the cross, and helped her down form the pegs. “Face the cross, slave,” Richard ordered, and once again, kara mounted her instrument of pain, this time with her chest against the rough wood, and waited while her arms, legs and belly was secured.

   Ilsa nodded to Sydney, who looked at the crop and cane, and then selected the cane. Ilsa smiled in assurance of her choice. Sydney walked to the side of the cross and held the cane up so her mother could see it. She swished in lightly through the air, demonstrating it’s suppleness. After a few minutes of this subtle torment, Sydney took her position behind her mother and stared at the firm mounds of her ass, choosing where she wanted the cane to kiss. She rubbed the cane up and down along the pronounced curve of the dimpled cheeks, and then pulled her arm back and let the first lash fly, catching her mother right where the top of the thigh swells into the rounded orb.

    Kara screamed and twisted her body as much as the straps would allow, the white hot pain so intense. Sydney observed the reaction she got, as Richard commented, “Well placed, Sydney. That’s always a good place to strike.”

   “Thank You, Uncle Richard,” Sydney smiled, lining up the next lash. She stripped her mother’s firm ass with four more strokes, each time waiting for her mother to gain control, so that the stripes went where Sydney wanted them.

   When the ordeal was over, Ilsa, slut, and Sydney undid the straps and helped kara off the cross. She stumbled a bit, but slut caught her, and then she stood back as the mother and daughter embraced each other. “Thank her, slave,” Ilsa commanded!

   “Thank you for whipping me, Sydney,” kara murmured.

   “Kneel before Me,” Richard ordered, and kara knelt obediently at His feet, head bowed, legs apart.

   “Sydney, would you get that box on my desk and bring it to Mistress Ilsa?”

   “Sure, Uncle Richard,” she answered excitedly.

   Sydney picked up the gray velvet covered box and handed it to Ilsa. “Take the collar off your mother’s neck,” Ilsa ordered her. Sydney undid the buckle on the collar. “Toss it to the floor!”

   Sydney dropped the collar on the floor just to the right of her mother.

   “Kara, your initial training is complete,” Ilsa began. “Sir Richard has decided that you have reached the point where you must make a decision. A decision from which there can be no turning back.

   “This box contains a permanent slave collar. Once it is placed on your neck and locked, it is to be worn forever. It may never be covered or hidden, and stands as a symbol for all to see that you are a slave. That you are owned and are no longer in possession of anything, not even yourself.

   “If you choose to accept this collar, it means that you accept that Sir Richard owns you, as he does this house, or His car. Therefore, it means He may do with you as He wishes. You may never question what He does with you, or why. You must agree to anything He requires, and you must relinquish control of everything you have, to Him.” kara could see that Ilsa was looking at Sydney as she said that.

   “If you choose to reject this collar, you are free to leave. The choice is yours, and yours alone. And,” she added ominously, “Should you choose to accept His collar, it will be the last choice you will ever make!”

   An eerie quiet enveloped the den, as Richard, Ilsa and Sydney watched the naked slave, kneeling and wrestling with her fate. Kara could feel beads of sweat running down her armpits as her mind twisted with the decision. The decision that would chart the course of both her life and the life of her daughter from this moment forward.

   A few minutes passed, and no one moved. Finally, kara whispered, “May I have permission to speak?”

   “Yes, you may,” Ilsa answered.

  “ I am honored and flattered that Sir Richard wishes to take me as His slave. I would be proud to accept His collar as a symbol of His ownership of me. I would like to present myself, and everything that is mine, to Him. From this moment on, I relinquish any rights and possessions to Sir Richard. ”

   Ilsa opened the box and removing the collar, She handed it to Sir Richard. He held it out for kara to see. It was made of a dull burnished steel. In the back was a hinge that would allow it to be placed on kara’s neck. In the front there was a hasp for a lock. On either side there was a thick ring that dangled from the collar.

   Richard placed the collar around His slave’s neck. Ilsa handed Him the lock. He held the lock down in front of kara’s eyes, so that she could read His  monogram inscribed in it, and as He slipped it through the hasp, He said, “This collar proclaims you as mine. You are My slave, and from henceforth, your will no longer be known as kara. I hereby give you the name cumslut.”

And saying that, the lock clicked in place.

   Richard took cumslut by the hands and lifted her to her feet. Then, cupping her chin, He brought her mouth to His and He kissed her deeply, His tongue probing the inner recesses of her mouth. He did not release her from this embrace until she was gasping for air. Turning to Ilsa, He asked, “It would be My pleasure, Ilsa,  if You would join us in celebration of my new slave’s life. Please join us for dinner.”

   “I would be delighted, Richard, thank You.” And they all gathered together in Richard’s car and drove to the country club for dinner, everyone including slut was dressed in their finery, except the new slave, who for the first night of her slavery, dined in public, naked.

COMING FULL CIRCLE

By Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 4

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER

THE EDUCATING OF SYDNEY

   Not long after the collaring and renaming of cumslut, life in Sir Richard’s home fell into a straight and very rhythmic pattern. Sydney was naked practically all of the time now. She even was naked when some of her junior high school friends would come over for dinner or for a sleep over party. Cumslut never was sure how her daughter explained either her mother’s nakedness, or her own to her friends. Sydney took her responsibility very seriously for keeping her mother’s whip marks fresh and never allowing them to fade.

   A few times, Sir Richard hired a live in sitter, and He took His slave with Him on some out of town business meetings and conventions to London, San Francisco, and Rio de Janeiro. It never ceased to amaze cumslut how far flung His friends and acquaintances were. Each time, He shared His slave with His friends and business associates, be they male or female, single or couples. More often than not, He would not be present when he lent her out. Sometimes it would be for a few hours, but mostly it would be overnight. There were a few times when it would be for an entire weekend. She always did as she was told, servicing them in any manner they wished. One woman in Rio, a tall elegant dark skinned woman with a thick accent, took cumslut to a decrepit looking seedy bar on a poorly lit street in one of the run down slum sections of the city. There she was made to fellatiate and service a donkey, a goat, a snake and a horse in front of a large rowdy and drunken crowd of mestizos.

   A few months before Sydney’s thirteenth birthday, it became quite evident to Sir Richard and cumslut that puberty was underway. It was May and the leaves were full, the sun was bright and warm, and the breezes that swept across Sir Richards’s property were gentle and heavily laden with sweet fragrances. One evening, while the three of them were relaxing on the lawn, enjoying the rich vibrant colors of sunset, Sir Richard turned and asked, “Have you explained anything to Sydney about what is happening to her body, cumslut?”

   “I have told her what will be happening to her and the changes she will see in her body, Master. I have also told her what she should be watching out for.”

   “Has she had her first period yet?”

   “No Sir, she hasn’t.”

   “I want her to witness yours. When are you due?”

   “Next Tuesday, Master.”

   “Then from this moment on, until I tell you otherwise, you are not to use any feminine products of any kind. No tampons, pads or belts. If you are going to be in the village, you will have to pay close attention to yourself, or you will be found out. Have I made Myself clear to you, slave?”

   “Y.....yes.....Master,” she whispered, mortified at what He was demanding of her.

   From the onset of her own menstrual cycles at fourteen, she had never become comfortable with that part of her body. Her monthly period was a chore that she found both disturbing and disgusting, and now, He was expecting her to allow it to be opened for all to see!

   By Monday afternoon, the tell-tale cramps were setting in, and cumslut knew what was being foretold. By tomorrow she would begin her flow, with Wednesday and Thursday being the heaviest two days. By Friday it would begin to subside, and it would all be over by Monday following. Every month, just like clock work, from the time she was in eighth grade, it had been this way. The only time it varied was when she was pregnant with Sydney.

   Tuesday at 11:00AM it began. Cumslut felt the warm and wet sensation. But unlike every other time, there was nothing to prevent the discharge from trickling ever so slowly down the insides of her legs. Instinctively, she started walking with a wide stanced hobble, trying to prevent her legs from touching each other and smearing the mess, making it worse.

   By the time Sydney got home from school, the insides of her legs was covered in a mixture of wet and clotted blood, which was all over her feet, and was smeared all across the ceramic tiles on the kitchen flor, as she attended to the dinner preparations.

   Sydney entered through the back door, and stood aghast at the spectacle her mother was presenting. “I.......I’m.....sorry, Sydney” cumslut muttered gently. “Uncle Richard ordered me to present this to you.” Her face a bright crimson in embarrassment as she child looked at the blood around the room coming from her mother’s bleeding crotch.

   “C......can......I h.... help you.....cl...clean the floor, Mom?”

    “Uncle Richard didn’t say that I couldn’t. B........but thank you!  I’ll wait until He says if I should or not.” With one more glance, Sydney bolted from the kitchen and back to the carriage house. Tears began to drop from cumslut’s eyes at the lost innocense she had caused.

   To further abase and humiliate His slave, at dinner that night Sir Richard ordered her to lap her food out of a dog dish, like a common animal, on all fours. He made her face away from Sydney and Himself, so that the blood clot encrusted locks which prevented access to her cunt were exposed for their eyes. The food which he provided for her was common canned dog food, of the cheapest generic variety, with a particularly foul and repugnant odor. As she fed, it covered her face and got imbedded in her nostrils.

   Sydney and Sir Richard talked about light topics, like her classes, and the pending summer vacation. He told her that he was including her in all His plans for His vacation, and He made no mention of His slave, her mother. When the meal was finished, they got up and left the kitchen together, as if she wasn’t even there. Cumslut finished her fetid meal, cleared the table, and washed the dishes. Since she was banished to the kitchen, she just curled up on the cold ceramic floor and tried to sleep, which didn’t come to her easily, as her mind kept fixating on the sensation of her menses always leaking out.

   Cumslut spent the rest of her period in the kitchen, squatting over her litter box to relieve herself, and covering the excrement woith kitty litter each time. She was always mortified whenever Sydney would stand and watch her mother defecate and pee in the box, and Sydney always seemed to watch in awe and bewilderment at the situation, but no words were ever passed between them.

   The kitchen floor had become something resembling a grade B slasher movie scene, but Sir Richard persisted in His prohibition of it being cleaned up until the period had ended. Cumslut had never felt so worthless and abused as this week had made her feel. A common animal, unable even to garner the slightest modicum of privacy in her most abject bodily functions.

   When, finally, the horrible week was ended, and she was permitted to scrub the floor and bathe herself, Richard announced to His slave and her daughter that they would all be going on an extended weekend trip to the mountains of Vermont the following weekend. Sydney’s excitement could hardly be contained, as she incessantly grilled her “uncle” about the trip. But Sir Richard was steadfast in His resolve that He wished it to be a surprise. He did tell them both what they would need to pack and when they would be leaving, and that Sydney would need to be excused from school  Friday, as they would be getting on the road very early that morning.

   Sir Richard helped Sydney pack her bags for the weekend foray. She was literally bubbling over with excitement, as Sir Richard would tell her nothing of where they were going and what was to take place. Every time she would ask something about the weekend, He would just tell her to have patience, and that is was a surprise, and that He was sure they would all have a great time.

   To make certain that they had allotted enough time form the trip, Sir Richard had His slave write a note excusing her daughter from school on Friday. And so, that morning at 7:00AM, they prepared to leave on the much anticipated weekend trip. Richard and Sydney watched as cumslut loaded His luminescent pearl white Escalade with all of the bags and packages. He allowed her to walk as she carried the bags to the car, but she was made to crawl back to the house on each return trip. Finally, after the car was loaded, Sir Richard said, “There is a dog crate in the garage, please go and get it for me, slut.”

   “Yes, Master,” came the instant reply, as she crawled across the gritty asphalt driveway to the garage. She retrieved the crate and He told her to “put it in the back of the truck and get in it.”

   Cumslut put the crate in the rear of the truck and opened the small wire mesh door. It took quite a bit of twisting and maneuvering to contort herself through the door and into the crate, but after a few minutes of scrapes and scratches on the door frame, she got in and heard Him close and lock the little door.

   The uncomfortable position began to nag at her almost from the minute she got into the crate. Her neck was bent at a strange angle, and her knees were doubled up to her chest, with her arms crossed against her breasts. Sydney and Sir Richard got in the car and He started it up. Sydney inserted a cd into the stereo, and they were on their way.

   The trip seemed to last an interminable length of time to the severely cramped slave. There was one point when Sir Richard pulled into a rest area and He and Sydney got out of the big SUV to get some snacks and to use the restrooms. When they returned they showed no consideration of cumslut, they just pulled out of the rest stop, continuing their trek. Her bladder was beginning to ache.

   At long last, cumslut could sense the truck bouncing along an unpaved dirt road, and she heard Sydney ask, “Is this the place, Uncle Richard?”

   “Yes Sydney. Just a few miles up this road and we’ll be there,” He told her assuringly.

   Then, after what seemed forever, the vehicle stopped and He shut down the motor. An all encompassing silence was all that remained for a few minutes, until Richard asked Sydney, “So what do you think?”

   “There are at least twenty-five naked men and women out there on that field, Uncle Richard,” she blurted out. “And they’re all chained by their necks to sticks in the ground. What is this place?”

   “This is My Society’s Annual Spring Festival. Those are the Society member’s slaves tethered to the stakes. Come, help Me get your mother out and chained to her’s, then We can go into the main house and get some lunch.”

    Cumslut heard the rear lift gate of the Escalade opening and then she felt her crate being pulled to the lip. Richard unlocked the door, and commanded, “Get out!”

   Following the order, she began twisting and contorting her stiff aching joints through the small egress and out onto a grassy expanse of lawn. When she was free of the crate, she immediately got on all fours, as He pointed to the ground. She crawled behind her Master and her daughter as they strode through the naked and tethered slaves to an unoccupied stake, where He picked up a stout chain and locked it to her collar. Then, without so much as a glance, He took Sydney by the hand and said, “Let’s go get something to eat before the afternoon activities begin, shall we?”

   The chain which bound cumslut to the stake was quite short, not even eighteen inches, so with her bladder screaming for release, she was forced to pee right in the grass where she was. She looked at the slaves around her, and saw, to her relief, that none of them showed even the slightest interest in her peeing. The immediate slaves were not at all familiar to her, she decided after studying them. Some bore recent welts and marks from canes and whips, while others had skin unblemished by the lash. Some had not body hair anywhere, while others were hirsute from their armpits to their ankles. Some wore rings and bars in their breasts and genitalia, while others did not. Some were tattooed or branded, while most were not. All, however, were naked and chained, and none of them were talking.

   As Richard and Sydney walked up the steps to the main house, He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I would prefer it if you were naked, little one. Would you do that for Me?”

   A blush rose on Sydney’s cheeks when the implication of His request sunk in. He had never asked her to remove her clothes before, but now, in front of about twenty-five fully clothed strange adults, He wanted her to be naked. He picked up on her hesitancy right away, and added, “We can all go home if you would prefer, Sydney. The choice is yours.”

   The cold frankness in His voice sent a chill up her spine, startling the young girl, and she stammered, “Y...yes,.....S....Sir. Wh........where should I go?”

    In the ladies room off the foyer would be fine. Just fold your clothes and leave them with the attendant. She’ll see that they get to our room. I’ll wait for you in the dining room. Now.......GO!”

   Sydney jumped as He barked His command, and scampered off to the ladies room. A black attendant was in the vestibule outside the room, handing out warm folded hand towels. Sydney went into one of the stalls and took off her dress, halter bra, panties and shoes. She folded them all neatly in a pile, and upon opening the stall door, she was immediately confronted by a ful length mirror reflecting her nakedness back at her in the harsh florescent light. She shook abruptly in shock at her reflection, and reflexively tried to cover her breasts and pubis with her hands.

    After a minute or so, Sydney regained a bit of composure, and didn’t attempt to cover her nakedness as she walked out past the attendant and into the foyer. A few people were mingled in conversation, and paid her little or nor attention at all. She wandered down the hallway, head darting around nervously, in search of the dining room, where she finally spotted Sir Richard talking with Mistress Ilsa, who was decked out in a deep blue leather jump suit with matching over the knee stiletto toed boots. “Ah, here she comes, Richard,” Ilsa proclaimed as Sydney approached them.

   Richard turned around to watch as Sydney walked over to them in her innocent nudity. “Would You be so kind as to put the chains on her, Ilsa,” Richard asked when Sydney was by His side?

   “Certainly Richard, I’d be happy to assist.”

   Richard handed a long tan leather jewelry box to Ilsa, and She opened it right away. “Hands behind your back, and spread your legs, little one,” She ordered. Sydney did as she was told, self conscious of the eyes that were now turned in their direction. Sydney watched as Ilsa removed a delicate jumble of silver chains from the box and began the task of unraveling them. When She had them all sorted out and untangled, Ilsa reached behind Sydney and clipped a chain behind her back. It fell a few inches below her navel. Then the young girl felt Ilsa’s smooth hands deftly sliding another chin tightly through her ass cheeks, so that it lay snugly across her tightly puckered rear. Ilsa then came around in front of Sydney and knelt, feeling for the chains. Sydney felt Her put a chain on either side of her sex, and run one chain through the virgin slit, pulling it out and pushing it up in the slit at the same time. Then She clipped the chains to the one around Sydney’s waist, so that the one through her slit was fastened right above it, while the other two pulled out to her hips.

   “There You are Richard, all done,” Ilsa said, standing up and stepping back to inspect the decorations. “It’s lovely! Dainty and befitting a virgin girl, yet submissive and obvious at the same time.”

   “I couldn’t agree more, Ilsa. Your jeweler did a superb job. The chains are so small and light, yet they’re quite strong too. I love them.

   “Shall We eat?” Richard offered Ilsa His arm, and She took it allowing Him to escort her to Their table. Sydney followed a few paces behind Them. The table was set for eight, and six people were already seated when they got to it. Richard held out a chair for Ilsa, and when She was seated, He took the other for Himself. He could sense Sydney’s insecurity in the situation, and just said, “Kneel!”

   A heavy set man in a dark three piece suit approached the table, and Richard rose to greet him and shake his hand. “Edwin, It’s good to see you,” Richard said firmly gripping His friend’s hand. “How have you been?”

   “I’ve been fine Richard, thank You. And Ilsa,” he said, lifted her hand to kiss it, “You look as beautiful as ever.”

   “Thank You Edwin. It’s good to see you.”

   “Is this Your she-slave’s daughter, Richard,” Edwin asked, eying the naked girl?

   “Yes it is, Edwin. Her name is Sydney.”

   “She’s very beautiful Richard. I’m certain that she would fetch a lot at the auction!”

   “She’s not for sale, Edwin. I’m keeping her for Myself.”

   “Very well, can’t blame a man for trying. By the way, the Board passed a resolution since you were here last, no slaves in the main building with free hands. She must be cuffed, or she must wait outside with the others.”

   “Thanks, Edwin. I had heard they were considering such a rule, but I didn’t know it had passed already.

   “Ilsa, may I borrow a set of cuffs please?”

   “Of course Richard,” Ilsa replied, digging through Her large black bag a dn removing a set of stainless steel handcuffs. She handed them to Richard, and He placed them tightly on Sydney’s thin wrists, behind her back.  

   Throughout lunch, Sydney knelt back on her haunches and was spoon fed by both Richard and Ilsa whenever They deigned it and at Their whim, eating what They gave her, and drinking when They brought a glass to her lips.

   As the meal was ending, a woman called out from a podium at the head table, “If I may have everyone’s attention, please?” She paused until she was satisfied that all were quiet and listening to her. “On behalf of the Society Board, I wish to welcome all of you to our annual Spring Fest. With such a large turnout, I’m sure we’ll all have a grand time!

   “If you arrived late and haven’t checked into your room, please do so before you leave the Main House, as we need an accurate head count for the meals. If you go to the front desk, you will find copies of the weekend itinerary available, so that you may choose which events you wish to attend. The culmination of the weekend will be the auction on Sunday after lunch. I hope you can all stay for that.

    “Please feel free to roam the grounds and inspect the slaves on the great lawn. They will be herded in for showers and grooming at 3:30. The first events will be after dinner. Should you have any questions, please see Me or any other Board Member. Thank you all for coming.”

   A polite round of applause greeted her as she resumed her seat at the table. Ilsa turned back to Richard and said, “ I need to freshen up a bit, and then I’d like to view the slaves. What about you? Care to wait and then join Me?”

   “That sounds fine, Ilsa. I’ll head to the bar and I’ll meet You there.”

   “May I take Sydney with Me, Richard?”

   “Of course, Ilsa. There’s no need to ask.”

   “Thank You.” Ilsa reached over and lightly cupped Sydney’s chin, and said, “Come with Me, little one. And stay a few steps behind Me at all times”

   “Yes, Mistress Ilsa,” came a soft reply.

    As they were just about to leave the dining room and enter the hallway where the grand staircase was, Ilsa spun on her heels and said, “Wait!”

   Sydney stopped abruptly and waited as Ilsa rummaged through Her bag looking for something. It turned out to be a metal dog leash, which She clipped to the chain around Sydney’s waist, and with a gentle tug, they headed for the stairs.  Sydney kept her head down, so she didn’t see all of the eyes that followed her as she ascended the stairs behind Mistress Ilsa.

   When they reached the room, Ilsa unclipped the leash and removed the handcuffs. “Undress Me,” She commanded in a harsh voice. Sydney  unzipped the boots, and slipped them off. Then she unzipped the back of the soft leather jump suit and slid it off Ilsa’s satin smooth shoulders, revealing her large breasts. Sydney continued to slide the leather suit down Ilsa’s trim body, exposing her flat stomach with highly defined abs. She stopped for a moment to re-gather the leather, and then she slid it down the hips, exposing a smooth shaven cleft, with an elaborate dragon tattoo. When she reached the ankles, Ilsa steadied herself by grasping Sydney’s head as She stepped out of the garment.   

   Ilsa stood stock still for a moment, allowing the young girl the opportunity to gaze at her naked body. She was sure the girl was assessing every detail her eyes could drink in. “Follow Me,” She said, breaking the silence, as Ilsa went into the bathroom and squatted on the bowl. Ilsa never took Her eyes from Sydney’s as the only sound in the heavily tiled room was the splash of the urine in the toilet. When she was done, Ilsa squatted over the bidet to cleanse herself as Sydney continued to stare in awe.

   When she was through, Ilsa said, “Dry Me!”

   Sydney took a plush towel off the rack and softly patted Ilsa dry between her spread legs. Satisfied, Ilsa strode out of the bath and laid down on Her bed, hands behind Her head, legs agape, exposing Her sex for Sydney to see. “Come over here, little one, and sit next to Me on My bed.”

  Hesitantly, Sydney approached the bed, her eyes never drifting from the naked woman lying there. Gingerly, she sat on the very edge of the bed, fearful that she might disturb the woman. Ilsa allowed her to stare at her body for some time before She spoke again, “I want you to touch Me, between My legs.”

   For a few seconds Sydney didn’t move. It was almost as if she hadn’t heard the command. But then, ever so slowly, she reached over and furtively touched the moist nether lips. The dainty touch of the soft fingers brought a soft moan to Ilsa’s lips. Sydney lightly stroked the rapidly moistening sex and looked into Ilsa’s eyes, trying to read the pleasures written on Her face.

   “Kiss My pussy, little one,” Ilsa said softly.

   Sydney crawled over the bed, and got between the widely splayed legs, and stared at the red     and slightly swollen lips.  Leaning forward, she brushed the top of the slit with a delicate kiss and pulled back. “Use your tongue, Sydney, Lick Me!”

   Bending over again, Sydney brought her mouth to the fragrant juices that covered the slit and began licking. Ilsa grabbed Sydney by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her face into her, “Put your tongue in Me. .....That’s it!..........Deeper.........Deeper!........   Use your teeth!.........

    Sydney followed the instructions until Ilsa let out with a scream and shook in the violent throes of a deep reaching orgasm. It took several seconds for the spasms to ebb, and Ilsa held Sydney’s face in Her crotch the whole time. Finally, Sydney could feel the pressure on her head ease up, and she sat up, her face covered in Ilsa’s juices.

   “I don’t want you to wash up, little one. I want you to smell me for the rest of the afternoon.

   “Please fetch my green leather case from the closet.”

   “Yes, Ma’am.”

   Sydney got up and walked to the closet. Upon opening the door, she saw a large green leather case on the floor. When she went to lift it, she was surprised at it’s weight. She carried it back to Ilsa, who indicated with Her hand that She wanted it placed on the bed next to her.

   Ilsa opened the case and extracted a heavy set of leg irons and a set of chain manacles, which she put on Sydney’s ankles and wrists. The chain between her legs was about twenty inches, so it would be quite effective in hobbling the girl. The manacle chains were locked in front of her, making her look like a slave from some nineteenth century auction. When she was chained, Ilsa went to the bathroom and got dressed. She came out wearing a very short tight black leather mini skirt that barely covered her full round buttocks, topped off with a black leather harness which supported her ample breasts, but left them and the nipples exposed. She wore no stockings, and on her feet were a pair of high heeled straps in red leather.

   Ilsa clipped the leash on the waist chain again, and said, “Let’s go see if we can find “Uncle” Richard, shall we?”

   They located Him in the bar, talking with two other men, one black and tall, his head shaved and glistening, the other a white man with a thick full face beard and glasses. Neither of the men  was familiar to Sydney. “Ah, Ilsa,” Richard said when He saw them, “Here You are! Do you know Sebastian and Alan?”

   Ilsa extended Her hand for a formal kiss, and said, “No, I don’t believe so, Richard. How do you do, gentlemen?”

   “Richard has told us so much about You Ilsa,” Alan, the bearded man said. “I am pleased to meet You in the flesh, which is an exquisite pleasure.”

   “Thank You Alan. I hope Richard hasn’t embellished too much.”

   “On the contrary, He has been quite understated in His assessment of You.”

   Richard looked down at Sydney, naked, leashed, and in her heavy chains, and looked at Ilsa, who gave and all but imperceptible nod and smile, the meaning of which would be lost on all but Richard. Richard turned to His two acquaintances and said, “Ilsa and I have some things to attend to. But we’d love to catch up over dinner?”

   Sebastian said, “That would be fine, Richard. I have some business to see to as well. Shall We meet in the dining room at 6:00? I’ll reserve a table for us. Oh, I just remembered, they’re doing things a bit differently this year. If You wish to reserve a slave for the evening or night, You must fill out a request card. Anyone’s slave is available. The only restriction is that You may not reserve Your own slave.”

   “Where are the reservation cards, Sebastian,” Ilsa inquired?

   “At the main desk in the lobby. All You have to do is fill in the stall number of the slave You want, and put down Your room number. The slave will be delivered to Your room by 10:00PM.”

   “Thank You, Sebastian,” Richard added, shaking His friend’s hand.

     So Richard and Ilsa, with Sydney in tow, left the bar and walked to the desk and got their reservation cards, and then they went out of the main building, heading out to the lawn where the slaves were tethered.

   “I wish to view them all, Richard,” Ilsa said as they neared the stalls of slaves. “Let’s start with number one and wok our way through them, shall We?”

   “That’s fine with Me, Ilsa.”

   The next ninety minutes were spent walking down the aisles inspecting the slaves and reading the information on charts posted in each stall. The charts contained vital information regarding each slave, such as their age, height, weight, and piercings, brands or tattoos, and what their specific training involved. Sydney was in awe not just at the variety of them; male and  female, young and  old, black, Asian, and white; but also at the number of them, which had now swelled to over forty. She was also very aware of te fact that none of them looked Sir Richard, Mistress Ilsa, or even her in the face. They kept their heads down, averting their eyes from the scrutinizing examinations.

   When they started down the third aisle, Sydney spotted her mother.  A thin and frail elderly woman was inspecting her and reading the chart of information about her. She looked like a stereotypical grandmother with her white hair pulled back in a severe bun and matronly dress that fell to mid-calf.

   The sound of Sydney’s chains rattling caused the old woman to look away from what she was reading and to seek out the source of the noise. “Mildred,” Ilsa exclaimed. “It’s so good to see You! How are You feeling?”

   “Much better, thank You, Ilsa. Much better! It was just a bout of angina, but it kept Me confined for a few weeks.” Mildred”s eyes drifted to Sir Richard, and She added, “Aren’t You going to introduce me to Your friends?”

   “Of course, how rude of me. Mildred, I would like to present Sir Richard, and His slave’s daughter, Sydney. Richard, this is My dearest friend, Mildred Donovan.”

   At the mention of Sydney’s name, cumslut looked up. She was horrified to see her shackled and naked, and let out an audible gasp. Sydney blushed when her Mother reacted to her. Mildred didn’t pick up on the interaction, but Ilsa and Richard did., and both of Them glared at cumslut, forcing her to turn her eyes away from her daughter. The tears falling from her face were the only hints of recognition then.

   The conversation was light, mostly regarding the auction Sunday and which slaves they were considering having consigned to them for the night. All agreed that they should take dinner together and catch up. As they parted ways, neither Richard, nor Ilsa, nor Sydney spoke even one word to cumslut, as she sat tethered on the grass in her stall. They just walked on, perusing the other slaves in that aisle.

   That evening, Ilsa and Richard dined with Sebastian, Alan, Mildred, and the woman Mildred was sponsoring for membership in the society. Sydney knelt at the feet of Sir Richard and Mistress Ilsa, naked in her chains, eating whatever scraps they deigned to feed her. When the meal was finished and the coffee, tea and desserts had been ordered, the Society President, Angela Cummings, started the annual meeting. The first order of business was the voting on membership for the eight prospective new members. Then She introduced the chairs of the various committees, buildings and grounds, finance, social and membership, for their reports.

   The buildings and grounds chair took the most time to present His report. The report included repairs they deemed necessary on the main building, and the proposed acquisition of an additional four hundred and ten acres of land, which would increase their privacy, and bring the total to just under one thousand acres.

   The finance report was very favorable, showing a healthy balance in the treasury. The Chair told the members that the sales of videos and dvd’s was up. Membership in the Society web site was increasing as well, with Their new webMaster up-dating the site bi-weekly. Sales of bdsm equipment and implements was growing as well, both in local stores and on line.

   The final report was on new products. Angela introduced the sub-contractor for they had hired for product manufacture and sales for this part of the meeting. A middle aged man took the podium and addressed the assembly. “Good evening, everyone. Thank You all for having me hear tonight. For those of You whom I haven’t met, my name is Derek Marcks, and I have been put in charge of production for your Society. I have some products which I feel are just what will make Your catalogue the best that there is, and will compliment your existing lines.

   “Our first slaves will be modeling our expanded and improved line of slave collars.” As he began his introduction, naked slaves, both male and female, began walking slowly through the dining room door and walking around the tables, affording everyone a clear view of the collar each was wearing. Some of the collars were leather, and some were steel. Some buckled on, or used velcro. Some used snap fasteners, while a few had hasps and locks. Two, which Marcks pointed out with pride, were meant to be welded on.

   “The final collar we have is a very innovative improvement on a standard theme of discipline collar. As You all can see, it is quite high, with cut-outs in the chin and back of the head, forcing the head up nice and straight. It is lined in satin, your choice of sapphire blue, ruby red, or jet black.”

   He paused, giving everyone a chance to see the collar on the slave. “But what makes this collar so desirable,” He added, “is that hidden in the back, there is a remote operated air pump, which, when activated, pumps up the inside of the collar, all three hundred and sixty degrees of it, slowly constricting the blood flow to the slave’s head, but without choking. You can bring about unconsciousness gradually. 

  “This collar will, of course, be sold with cautions and a disclaimer about it’s use and the potential dangers. But I feel that in the right hands, this can be a very useful tool for training your slave. “

   The new products demonstration continued, showing off harnesses, boots and shoes, various tack for ponygirls and boys, leather wear and chastity devices. “The next to last new products are our yokes. We have designed three models: the R for rough model, the S, standard model, and the D, the top of the line deluxe yoke. All three may be purchased in one of three weights: either the ten pound, twenty pound, or forty pound version. I have brought the R-40, which is the Rough model in forty pound weight here to show You tonight,” and he indicated the door, where cumslut was entering.

   “Slave #16 is coming in now, and she has been restrained in the R-40, “he read from a card, “The forty pound rough model. All three of the models come with a hinge for ease in putting it one. There are two hinges on the R-40, S-40, and D-40. All three models have a hasp for a lock of Your choice.                                                                                                                  

   “The Deluxe model is smooth sanded, with a thick coating of polyurethane. The wrist and neck holes are padded in soft suede. The Standard model is also smooth sanded and polyurethaned. But the wrist and neck holes are unlined. The Rough model has not been sanded and has been left in natural wood, making it appear old and worn. Additionally, on the Rough model, the wrist and neck holes have not been beveled at all, so the slave will experience severe chaffing, and even some splinters will be transferred to the parts of the body coming into contact with the rough wood. If You look closely at this slave, you will see some reddening of the skin around the neck, wrists and shoulders already, and she has only been in the yoke for a half hour or so.”

   Cumslut walked slowly through the tables, as she had been instructed to do. The heavy wood bearing down on her shoulders and the rough wood scraping her soft skin with each step. She purposely did not look at her daughter kneeling at the feet of Ilsa and Sir Richard as she passed them by, but she did feel Ilsa’s cool hand caresses her thigh in passing.

   “Our final new product,” Marcks continued as cumslut left the room, is one I a most proud of. It is a new acrylic cane. I am so confident in this new cane, that it will be offered with a full money back guarantee for the first five years if the purchaser is not fully satisfied!

   “As I said, it is made of acrylic, so it will last a lifetime. You’ve all seen acrylic canes before, so You are probably asking Yourselves what makes this one so unique? What makes this cane so special is that the shaft is covered in emery cloth. We have three grades of coarseness available as well! Each time the cane lands on it’s target, there is skin abrasion adding to the bite of the whip’s kiss. And, depending on the coarseness of the grit on the cloth, you will see blood droplets beginning to form after just one stroke! What’s even better, is that You can order replacement emery sleeves in all three grades of coarseness, and change them as You wish!

   “I have taken the liberty of leaving a free complimentary emery cane in each of Your rooms. It is Yours to keep as my way of saying thank You for putting Your faith in me and my company.”

     A hearty and exuberant applause followed as he stepped from the rostrum.

   9:15 found Richard and Sydney back in their room. He was stretched out on the bed, lounging in His black denim jeans, no shirt, shoes or socks, reading a newspaper. Sydney was still naked, lying on a mat on the floor at the foot of the bed, watching television. He had removed her chains. Neither of them was uncomfortable with the silence. Sydney, however, was paying little attention to the insipid drone of the sitcom and it’s artificial laugh track. Her mind was wrestling with all of the things she had seen, heard, and felt today. Finally, she asked, “Uncle Richard?”

   “Yes, Sydney?”

   “Where’s my Mom?”

   “Well, if she’s lucky, she is being sent to someone’s room for the night, right now. If not, she will be whipped, and then caged for the night.”

   “Sydney shivered at the image she conjured up to both possibilities. As she fought to gain control of her imagination, there came a knock at their door. “See who it is, Sydney.” He said, not even looking away from His paper.

   Sydney got up and opened the door. She stepped back reflexively at what beheld her. There, on all fours at the door was the fattest woman she had ever seen. The many folds of fat on her stomach drooped to ground, and her massive stretch marked breasts sagged to the floor, flattening out like over filled water balloons. Her arms were as big around as Sydney’s waist.  Her head was down, looking at the floor, with her long hair braided in tight pigtails on both sides of her head. It trailed back behind her feet, at least six feet in length. Her thick meaty back was creased in folds of fat that seemed to roll off her sides. A four inch long one inch deep brand marked her on her right thigh.

   “Who is it, Sydney,” Richard called out from the bed?

   “I.........I don’t know, Uncle Richard. May......maybe You’d b.....better come see!”

    “Nonsense, Sydney. Just ask her what she wants. She’ll tell you,” He answered somewhat testily.

   “Wh......who are y......you?”

   “I am sow 14. Sir Richard has reserved me for the night.”

   Sydney didn’t step aside as the creature crawled into the room. Instead, she ran back to the opposite side of the king-sized bed in horror, trying to maximize the distance between her and the thing that was crawling in. She stood and watched, mesmerized as the creature couldn’t crawl like a normal person would. The fat hanging from her breasts and stomach forced her to spread her legs far apart to avoid “stepping” on her own fat. And, Sydney was shocked to find, she had no hands!

   When she had reached the end of the bed, sow 14 pushed herself up and knelt, doing her absolute best to fold her arms behind herself in a classic slave presentation pose, but falling well short, as her stumps couldn’t reach around behind her. The enormous folds of fat on her belly draped over her loins, and cascaded over her knees, while her breasts, stretched out by their own weight, dropped to the outside of her legs. The breasts, which more closely resembled a cow’s udders, were topped with huge pancake sized five inch areolas, and the nipples themselves were like a cow’s teats. As big around as a man’s thumb, and were over one inch long. Milk was leaking from both breasts in large droplets, and was dripping into pools on either side of the folds of her buttocks. Her nose had been broken many times and was flattened and distorted into a useless jagged mass of flesh and cartilage, almost resembling a pig’s snout. The ears had been clipped and cropped into sharp points, also like a pig.

   “Please introduce yourself, and tell us about you,” Richard ordered from His bed.

   “I am sow 14. I am forty-nine years old and have been a slave for thirty-two years. I have been mostly used for breeding and dairy production. I weigh 487 pounds. I am milked four times every day, and produce almost one quart of milk from each udder at each milking. I am fed a strict diet of hormones and fertility drugs, and have produced twenty-one litters, with a total of thirty-seven off-spring who have all been sold.

   “I have never had human sex, and am considered a human virgin. Each litter was conceived by artificial insemination. My cunt has been rendered unattainable due to my size.

   “To prevent pleasure, my Master burned off my clitoris with an iron many years ago. I am allowed no form of grooming. No shaving, no soap, and no shampoo when I am bathed in my trough. No combing of my hair is allowed either. No fragrances or deodorants are allowed as well.

   “My teeth were all removed so that I may not bruise any animals I am made to service. Therefore, I am fed a diet of soft foods in my slop.

   “As I said, I am a human virgin, but one of my main jobs is servicing the stallions, boars and dogs everyday at the farm. Sometimes I do it orally, sometimes vaginally, and sometimes anally. I am not allowed to defecate. I undergo an internal cleansing twice daily. Otherwise, my hole is filled with a plug that has been fitted with a real pig’s tail.

   “My hands were amputated at the wrists several years ago, when my Master caught me playing with myself while I was servicing a donkey. Now I can’t reach myself. He liked the way it looked, so he had my legs amputated at knees, because the stumps look more like the hooves on a sow.

   “It is my Master’s intention to sell me at auction Sunday, as I am past my prime for breeding, and so I am too expensive. He told me that with luck, I will be sold to a slaughter house, where I will be butchered into meet and fed to farm animals.”

  “Have you generated any income for the Society,” Richard asked?

   “I have been featured in about a dozen or so videos. Mostly farm animal videos, but a few with exotic animals, like eels, live fish, and a few chimpanzees. I made one with a few orangutans one time.”

   “It is My intention to have My ward experience milking you,” Richard announced, getting off the bed. “I need to know what would be the best position for you to assume to make it easier for her to reach your udders.”

   “At the farm, I am always placed in a special frame that elevates me, and lifts my udders from the ground, so that they may be cleaned prior to milking. Usually, I am hooked up to an automated milker, and the milk is pumped through hoses to a holding vat. When I am away from the farm, the best way is to get me off the ground, kneeling on two benches or stools. Then my teats aren’t on the ground and someone can milk me by hand.

   “But Sir,” she interjected quietly, “I must respectfully inquire as to Your intended use of my milk. My Master is most insistent that my milk never be wasted. If You have no use of it, other than to have me milked, then I must humbly request that I be allowed to consume it myself, as that is one of Master’s strictest of rules.”

   Sow kept her head down in sincere submission as she made her request. Richard was silent for a minute or so after she had stated her request. He walked around the creature slowly, assessing her, and then He said, “I do, of course, respect your Owner’s rules regarding your milk, but you aren’t worthy to hear My intentions. So, suffice it to say, I will not break your Owner’s rules. However! You must be punished for daring to insult Me by even considering to ask anything of Me!” By now, He was shouting at the pig, His anger frightening Sydney, as spittle flew from his lips into the sow’s grotesque face.

   “I would expect no less, Sir. My insolence must not go unpunished, but My Owner is most insistent, and therefore, I had to inquire of your intentions. Please accept my deepest apologies, as no insult of You was ever intended.”

   “Silence, pig!” You will not speak to Me unless I grant you permission. Now, look at Me!”

   Sow 14 lifted her huge head and looked Sir Richard in the eyes. He studied her for a moment, as if trying to decide what He was going to do, before spitting in her face., The, He leaned over and punched her hard in the nose, blood immediately erupting from the misshapen snout. held her stance as the blood ran down her face and spilled to the mounds of fat below.

   “Sydney,” He barked, “Go to Ilsa’s room and get Her ottoman and bring it back here.”

   “Yes, Sir,” she stammered, visibly shaken by the harsh violence she had witnessed.

   Sydney leapt across the bed and bolted from the room, wanting nothing more than to get away from the bizarre goings on. She ran down the hallway and sprinted up the staircase that lead to the third floor and Mistress Ilsa’s room. When she reached the room, the door was wide open, so she went right in, and was greeted by the sight of a man hanging naked by his wrists from the ceiling. Heavy weights had been tied around his testicles, stretching them so that they hung more than a foot below his cock, which had turned a deep purple from all of the rubber bands that had been wrapped around the base of it.

   Ilsa looked up as the blur that was Sydney came into Her room, “Yes, little one. What do you want?”

   Sydney’s tongue froze and she couldn’t answer. All she was able to do was stare at the welts and cuts on the suspended slave’s body. “I’m waiting,” She scolded her, snapping Sydney out of her mind freeze.

   “Unc.......Uncle Rich....Richard......wa......wants to b.....borrow Y...Your ottoman, pl.....please.”

   “Very well. It’s on the other side of My bed.”

   Sydney skirted around the man, as if deathly afraid to come into contact with him, and got the ottoman. When she got back to her room, she found Sir Richard and the pig just as she had left them. The blood still flowing from the smashed remnants of her nose.

   Richard took the ottoman from Sydney’s hands and placed it a few feet from the one that was already in the room. He stood back, gauging the distance between them. “Up pig,” He commanded. Sydney watched, aghast, as the creature struggled on her stumps to get up on the two ottomans, her enormous rolls of fat distended by gravity. When she had at last clamored up, her breasts hung down to within a few inches of the hardwood floor. Her stomach hung down just as far, while the mounds of fat surrounding her thighs and arms sagged past the ends of her stumps.

   Richard placed an ice bucket under each teat, and turned to Sydney saying, “Milk her!”

   Sydney was trembling as she knelt beside the sow. She reached under the fat with great trepidation and gingerly started to pull on the huge leaking nipple. “Instruct her, pig,” came His command.

   “You have to  wrap your hand around the teat and then pull down and squeeze at the same time,” the sow said. Sydney started to get the hang of it, and watched as streams of milk squirted our of the mammoth milk sacs. It took her over ten minutes to do each breast, but she succeeded in emptying both breasts, almost filling two ice buckets with warm breast milk. Richard asked Sydney for one of the buckets, and she watched as He filled an enema bag with the contents, making the bag bulge. He filled a second bag with the other bucket, and then told Sydney to pull apart the sow’s huge ass cheeks nice and wide, so He could put both nozzles in her hair covered anus at the same time.

   He didn’t bother to wait for gravity to take it’s course. Instead, He squeezed the bags, forcing the milk into the sow’s bowels. After He emptied the two bags, He unzipped His trousers and pushed His penis in the hole, and pissed in her ass. Then, He took the three inch diameter butt plug topped off with a real curly cued pig’s tail and rammed it in the hole, sealing the milk and urine mixture in the sow’s belly.

   Sydney watched as He took the acrylic crop and removed the fine grit emery cloth, replacing it with the coarsest grade. “Stripe her backside, Sydney,” He ordered, handing the crop to her.

   Sydney got up from the floor and took the crop from Sir Richards. She stepped back, and began whipping the helpless creature, causing instant welts and drawing blood with the first stroke. She maintained a merciless pace with the cane. The mounds of fat were covered in swollen angry welts with smeared blood from the top of the buttocks to the ends of the stumps of her legs. The only sound the pig was making was a soft yet continuous moan.

   When it became obvious to Richard that Sydney was getting tired, He ordered her to stop. Then He lifted His leg and kicked the sow off the ottomans, sending her crashing to the floor in a mass of quivering flesh. “On your back, pig,” He yelled. The creature wriggled herself onto her back, the sagging flesh of her stomach settling down, while her pendulous breasts flopped to either side of her bloated carcass. “Now do her breasts and belly, Sydney.”

   Sydney, still winded from her prior exertion, got up and began to punish the front of the slave. She seemed mesmerized by the jiggling fat as the coarse cane slashed into the soft flesh, causing it to dance and jump in obscene fashion. Soon, the breasts were covered in scuff marks and were bleeding, as was the stretch mark covered belly. But still, the sow did nothing but moan through it all.

   Richard suddenly seemed to tire of the exhibition, and he strode over and kicked the sow in one of her milk bags, sending it flying across her chest and then back again. “Get out!”

   The sow struggled up on her stumps and began the laborious task of crawling out of the room. Sydney stood aside and watched, catching her breath from the exertion of the whipping she had administered. Just as sow 14 crawled out the door, Ilsa swept in wearing a stunning black silk kimono, ornately decorated with a large flowing dragon in brilliant yellows, lush greens, and vivid reds. Richard had laid himself back out on the bed, but Sydney was still standing watching the jiggling fat on the pigs enormous rear as it cleared the door.

   “Ah, Richard,” Ilsa said when she saw where he was, “I trust your evening was entertaining?”

   “I think I may have provided some enlightenment for Sydney, yes. If that’s what You mean,” He countered. “And how was Your evening?”

   “I had a simply marvelous time, as always. But Raquel’s slave isn’t going to be of much use to Her for a while I fear,” She snickered. “I’m exhausted. I need some ministrations. May I,” She queried, indictating toward Sydney?

   “By all means, Ilsa. It’s never necessary for You to ask. What’s Mine is Yours. Always.”

   With a smile and a slight nod of Her head, Ilsa untied the obi and slipped the robe off Her shoulders, standing stark naked. He then laid down od the bed next to Sir Richard and pilled her feet up to Her buttocks, spreading He legs very wide. “Come little one. Serve Me!”

   Sydney got up on the bed carefully, and got right between the open legs, starring all the while at the open mouth if Ilsa’s sex. Lowering her head, she brought her mouth into contact with the soft delicate f9olds of moist flesh and began probing with her tongue. Flicking it lightly, sucking gently, and nipping playfully, she teased Ilsa. Ilsa seemed to revel in the overwhelming sensations Sydney was providing Her, but She whispered softly, “Slower little one, slower. I want at least thirty minutes before I release. Do not make Me cum until I give you permission.”

   Sydney softly licked and sucked, nibbled and bit all around the sweet soft folds of Ilsa’s sex. The air in the room was becoming heavy with the pungent smell of Her. At one point, after about ten minutes or so, Ilsa began pushing the back of Sydney’s head down, away from Her pussy, and into Her ass, feeling immense power as the wet slobbering tongue furtively tasted Her musky rear hole. She didn’t release the pressure on Sydney’s head until Sydney’s tongue had probed and explored as deeply up the passage as it could reach. Then, and only then, did she pull Sydney back up and into Her womanhood.

   Richard was laying on the bed next to the spectacle, and was totally engrossed in the goings-on. He undid His pants and kicked them off, and then He began to stroke Himself until He reached His full size and rigidity. His cock was of average length when aroused, but it’s thickness was uncommon, being almost two full inches in diameter, and heavily highlighted with thick cords of deep blue veins running up and down the shaft.

   At long last, when She was ready, Ilsa ordered Sydney to nibble and suck on Her clit hard, bringing her quickly to a mind shattering orgasm. Sydney knew enough not to pull away or stop her ministrations until she was told to, or she was pushed away, which was what Ilsa was want to do. She pushed Sydney off of her, and right into the open lap of Sir Richard. Sydney opened her eyes to find herself starring at His thick tool, mere inches from her face.

   With soft puppy eyes, she looked up into His face, and saw a smile and a slight nod. Sydney repositioned herself between His wide spread legs and lowered her mouth onto Him, quickly feeling the strain in er mouth as she opened to accept all of Him.

   Ilsa had regained Her composure, so She rolled ver and slid down on the bed to give herself a better view of Sydney sucking Sir Richard. She let the young girl go on for a few minutes on her own before whispering various encouragements and instructions to her in order to better her technique. As Sydney fellatiated Him, she was told to probe the opening in the head of the penis with her tongue, to suck harder as she pulled her head back, and to swirl the tongue all around the glans as she sucked. She was told to cup His balls with her hands and to lightly stroke the perineum with her finger nails.. Ilsa made sure that Sydney concentrated on producing as much saliva as possible, and not swallowing it, to keep everything wet. She also made sure that Sydney understood that at no times were her teeth to come in contact with Him. Only her lips, tongue, cheeks, and the back of her throat should caress that which she serves.

   When Ilsa was satisfied with the girl’s rudimentary technique, She began to spank Sydney’s well rounded ass, all while admonishing her to pay attention to the primary task at hand, that being her mouth. The intensity of the spanking increased seemingly with each slap, reddening the smooth firm cheeks, and leaving red outlines of Ilsa’s hands.

   Richard could feel His release nearing rapidly, and so He took hold of both sides of Sydney’s head and pulled her face down onto Him, while thrusting at the same time, driving Himself deep into the back of her throat with each push, causing her to gag and retch. Finally, He spilled His salty load into her throat, holding her down on Him as His balls emptied into her, and He waited there while she swallowed her first load of cum.

   Sydney was flushed with pride at having made Sir Richard cum, and for swallowing the whole load. Ilsa stroked her hair gently, praising her efforts on this, her first blow job, and telling her how good she would be at sucking cock as she had a “gift” fopr it, and how much better she will develop her “gift” over time, into becoming a world class fellatrix. All the while, Richard remained in Sydney’s mouth, allowing her to experience the sensation of Him going soft and flaccid between her luscious lips. She kept teasing the tip at the slit, coaxing every last little drop of cum that might still be harbored within.

   Sydney spent that night naked in bed with her “Uncle,” cuddled against His strong body. Once during the night, she awoke to feel Him hard again, but He didn’t enter her. Instead, He used her mouth again, fast and hard, cuming in a matter of seconds and feeding her with His seed.

COMING FULL CIRCLE

by Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 5

SYDNEY ENSLAVED

   Saturday morning dawned with a beautiful sunlit cloudless sky. Gentle breezes made the leaves waft in the trees and helped to forestall the hot temperatures that had been forecast for the afternoon. Sydney awoke from a deep sleep to find herself still naked and sleeping on a mat at the foot of Sir Richard’s bed. She heard the shower running, and realized where He was. She stood up slowly and stretched her thin arms up over her head., as she peeked out the window.

   The shower stopped, and the bathroom door opened up. “You’re awake,” He observed. “Come dry Me off.”

    Sydney walked into the steam filled bathroom and took a soft towel off the rack. She patted Him dry, starting with His back, then she worked her way around to His hairy chest and down His waist to His groin. His penis was stirring as she gently dried His ball sack. He turned around, allowing her access to his buttocks and the backs of His legs. Instinctively, she got on her knees to better reach the lower extremities. As she finished drying Him off, her turned once again, and she was face to face with His now fully erect member. She tilted her head up to look in His face. A warm smile and nod told her what was expected, and she took Him into her mouth once again, slowly sucking the length of Him deep into her throat.

    This time His interest wasn’t in a slow relaxing session with her, where He could languish in the soft moist eager mouth. This time, He wanted to use her roughly, making her see that her mouth was nothing more than a hole, a repository for Him to relieve His urge. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair with both hands and began slamming his cock into her mouth, while pulling her head forward and pushing it back. She fought hard trying to resist the merciless and unexpected assault on her face. She began to gag and retch, but He wouldn’t relent. He even continued to drive into her throat as she threw up, the vomit only serving to further lubricate his cock as he savaged her mouth.

   In the attack, He had backed her up against the vanity, so she had no where to retreat to, as He kept driving into her mouth. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was crying through the vomit and spittle that flowed from her mouth. At long last, He started to cum, and He held Himself deep in her mouth, squirting the thick salty strands of cum into the back of her mouth, mingling with the vomit. He stayed in her mouth while His erection subsided, and He let her lick Him clean. He leaned over and looked her in the eye and said, “Don’t feel sorry for yourself. You were born for this. You’ll get so used to it, that you’ll wonder if something is wrong when  when you aren’t used like this.

   “Now, take a shower and clean yourself up. We have a full day ahead of us.”

    Sydney got into the shower, making sure to avoid her reflection in the mirror. The vomit discolored the water as it cascaded down her smooth supple body.

   After they had eaten a light breakfast, Richard lead His ward on a leisurely stroll through the expansive and meticulously kept grounds of the estate. Naked, and leashed to the chain around her waist, the young teen trailed a few steps behind her “Uncle,” never speaking unless spoken to. Here and there along the red bricked walkways and dirt paths that crisscrossed the open field and wooded areas, carts would pass them by, pulled by extravagantly dressed ponygirls and ponyboys. The sweat glistened on the exposed chests of the ponies as they pulled the heavy carts. The sounds of their well practiced prancing high steps was punctuated on the bricks by the taps that had been hammered into the toes and heels of their hoof shaped boots.  Their heads were held high by the tight reins that pulled back on the bits imbedded deeply in their mouths. Bells adorned their pierced nipples and delicately rang as they passed.

When they reached the large lake, Richard announced, “Let’s take a boat ride, shall we?”

   “If it were to please You, Uncle Richard,” she answered formally, speaking for the first time since they left the main building.

   They walked out on the dock, watching the paddle boats arrive and drop off passengers, and pick up others. The boats were al powered by a pair of slaves, male and or female, who had been harnessed into a standing position on th pedals that drove the paddle wheel in the rear of the boats.

   Richard got in the boat first, and turning around, He indicated to Sydney where she was to sit, so that she faced directly into the groins of the two male slaves in the back. Their genitals had been bound tightly in constricting leather pouches and then locked with a small brass lock that attached to a chain. The chain was then locked to a cleat in the side of the boat, effectively locking  them to the boat. The rings in their nipples bore heavy spiked weights that bounced against their chests as they peddled. Thin trails of blood ran down their chests from the multiple pricks that had been inflicted.

   The boat ride was almost surreal. The light breeze on the lake lifting gentle weaves that lapped against the sides of the boat. The only other sound was the paddles splashing in the water as the boat skimmed the surface. Sir Richard commanded the tiller, directing the boat, as the two muscular male slaves pedaled the paddle wheel. Sydney couldn’t stop herself from staring at the rippling thigh muscles as their legs rose and fell in unison on the broad pedals. Once she even stole a look at the face of one of the men, only to see him ogling her naked body as he labored.

   “Here,” Sir Richard interrupted her daydream, “If you’re so interested in him, unlock him and see what he really looks like.” She took a small brass key from his proffered hand, and realized, in horror, that it would fit the lock on the leather device that encased his penis and scrotum. “Go ahead, I’m sure he won’t mind!”

   Sydney reached forward and inserted the small key into the lock. She heard an almost imperceptible click as the mechanism was released. The pouch began to come loose, due in part to his pedaling of the boat. She pulled it open slowly, revealing a thick cock with a heavy rod piercing the head laterally. A musky odor emanated from him as his sweat hit the open air, and she saw his erection beginning to build right before her eyes.

  “Suck him, Sydney. But, be forewarned. If your teeth so much as nick him, I will see that you are chained in his place on the pedals.”

   With great reluctance, she slid forward on her bench until his now hard penis was mere inches from her face. At that moment, Richard grabbed both of her hands and cuffed her arms behind her back. “Just your mouth. No hands this time!”

   The now familiar taste of pre-cum greeted her tongue as she sucked him into her soft wet mouth. She heard him moan as she encompassed him with her lips and began sucking. It was very difficult to keep her teeth away from the tender skin as he rose on fell on the pedals, as he struggled to concentrate on the task at hand.

   Sydney felt a hand on the back of her head, as Richard pushed her forward into him, forcing the stiff cock to the back of throat causing her to gag. He didn’t stop pushing until she spit up and vomit leaked past her lips.

   It took no more than a minute or two for him to climax, and fill her mouth with his thick salty jizz. Sydney swallowed it all, and wasn’t allowed to pull off of him until Richard removed His hand from the back of her head.

   The remainder of the boat ride was uneventful, but Sydney did see the slave’s cock begin to grow again within ten minutes of his release, and he kept on pedaling, with his erection bobbing up and down in rhythm, in an almost comedic slapping against his body.

   It was sometime after the boat ride had ended, as they were making their way back to the main house for lunch, that they ran into Mistress Ilsa. Richard and Ilsa shared Their afternoon plans with each other, and it was at that time that Sydney heard Richard complaining about how He didn’t like having to clip her leash to the chain that hung. around her waist. Ilsa offered, “Why don’t You stop by Randi’s table later. I’m told he has a new concept that might be just what You’re looking for.”  Ilsa offered no further hint as to what She was talking about, but Richard agreed to bring Sydney by the booth later and see what he had to offer.

   After lunch, Richard took Sydney to watch a demonstration of various whipping techniques, carried out on a male and a female slave. The main idea was about knowing which whips worked the best for the different parts of the male ands female anatomies, and what the expected results could be.

   They spent an hour at the paintball hunt, where naked slaves, including Sydney, were given a ten minute head start and then they were hunted by people armed with paintball guns. Sydney lasted about twenty minutes before being stung multiple times by the splattering paintballs. Richard allowed her a dip in the lake afterward to clean herself off.

    One demonstration was on a G.P.S. chip that could be imbedded under the skin of a slave, so that the owner could know in an instant where their slave was. The chip was so small that the scar was all but imperceptible.

   It was at the demonstration for slave crucifixion that Sydney finally saw her mother. She was writing in the hot sun, tied to a rough wooden cross with coarse rope, small nails through her hands and crossed feet, blood falling from the nail holes. The sweat poured profusely from her brow as she suffered in the unrelenting sun and heat.  Sun burn covered her naked body as she pulled herself up against the bonds to snatch quick gasps of breath, before sliding back down and hanging from the ropes, in utter exhaustion. Sydney caught her mother’s eye as she watched in terror at the endless torment she was enduring.

   As they were walking away from the demonstration, Sydney heard a man explain, “I wouldn’t recommend doing this for more than a few hours, as permanent damage can easily occur!”

   They continued walking down the bricked pathway, until Sydney saw a booth set up with a few tables, over which hung a banner that read: “EXTREME BODY MODS BY RANDI” A Mistress, dressed all in black, was talking with the man who stood behind the tables. He was very slight of build, and was wearing only a pair of black leather jeans, which hugged his body like a glove. Every square inch of his exposed skin was covered in tattoos, and thick hoops dangled from his ear lobes. Syndey heard him saying to the woman, “I won’t be able to do that modifications You want this weekend. I would need more time. But, if You’d like to make an appointment, I can do what You want in a half day at my studio. I can castrate Your slave, and then I can render his penis impervious to all sensations and simulation, including pain and pleasure, permanently.”

    They went through his calender and agreed upon a date. After the woman left, Randi looked up at Sir Richard and asked< “And how may I be of assistance to You, Sir?”

   Richard pulled Sydney forward by her leash and said, “I am not very satisfied with this leash and chain arrangement.. It’s too temporary and make-shift looking. However, I do not want to pierce her labia or clit until she is older. My friend Ilsa told Me that you might be able to offer an alternative?”

   Randi held his hand out towards the leash and asked, “May I?”

   “Please,” Richard replied, handing the leash over to him.

   Randi pulled Sydney around behind the tables and unclipped the leash and chain from her waist. He pointed to an ob-gyn examination chair and said, “Up here, please. Feet in the stirrups.”

   Sydney got into the chair, and felt her face flush with embarrassment as she spread herself wide placing her feet in the stirrups.

   Randi bent over between the girl’s thighs and carefully scrutinized her. Sydney felt his fingers pinching and pulling on the skin just above her slit. “Well, Sir,” Randi began, standing up, “I believe I have the perfect solution to Your quandary.”

   “Really,” Richard answered skeptically.

   “Definitely.”  Randi reached under one of the tables and brought out a small attache case, which he then placed on the table and opened up. Inside were partitioning sections, each containing different samples of body jewelry. Randi selected a ring and held it out for Richard to inspect.

   “This is a 1/4 inch ring made from the finest surgical steel. It is three inches in diameter. What I would propose, given Your limitations and requirements, would be for me to pierce her horizontally, just above the pubic bone, setting the ring about half to three quarters of an inch deep. When the leash is attached to the ring, it will pivot up and down, depending on the tension from the leash. When the leash is not attached, it will hang flat, allowing easy unobstructed access to her with no discomfort to You, or anyone You might give her to.”

   “Really,” Richard said, obviously mulling the idea over in His head. “How long would this take?”

   “Oh, not long at all, actually. Maybe twenty minutes tops, prep time included. I could do it for You right now, if You wish. The only thing I would suggest, would be for You to entertain her having laser hair removal at some point after it heals up. Shaving around the ring will be difficult at best, and I’m not a big fan of electrolysis.”

   Richard seemed to like the solution, and asked, “Right now?”

   “Certainly. Would You like to stay and watch, or would You prefer to come back in twenty minutes or so?”

   “I’ll stay, if it’s all the same to you.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        “That’s fine. Let me just get my instruments together that I’ll need, and then I can start.”

   While Randi readied his instruments, Richard whispered to Sydney, “Since you aren’t My slave, yet, I want to give you the opportunity to refuse My ring. But, I must know now.”

    Sydney looked into His eyes, and answered, “I........I.. would be proud to wear a ring for You, Sir Richard.”

   Bending over her, Richard cupped her pussy and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue pushed past her lips and she sucked it deeply into her mouth. Sydney’s immediate thought was how she had sucked His cock, but He had never kissed her as a woman, until now.

   Randi held up a mirror and asked, “Do You wish for her to watch?”

   Richard broke the kisses and glanced at His ward’s face. Seeing the abject terror written there, He said, “No. Only I will watch.”

   Randi lathered up her genitalis with a rich shaving cream and shaved her from just below her navel all the way back up her crack past her anus. Washing off the soapy residue, he patted and pinched at the soft skin once again. Then he began prepping her with both alcohol and betadyne solution, taking a goo minutes with the application of each.

   Using a small ruler, he measured where he wanted to pierce her, and with a pen, he put two marks on her. One for where the needle would enter, and a second one where he wanted it to exit.

   When he was satisfied, he strapped her tightly into the chair. Heavy nylon webbed belts cinched her above the knees, just below the crotch, across the waist, under her breasts and just above the elbows and wrists.  “Try and move,” he instructed her.

   Sydney pulled against the belts, but was held fast by them.

   “Do You wish to hear her screams, or would You prefer I gag her?”

   “Let her scream,” Richard decided. She must earn My ring.”

   Selecting a needle, Randi said, “Because the hole has to be so large, I have to be careful not to rip the skin, so I’ll start with a smaller hole first, and then, using a larger diameter needle, I’ll enlarge it until she can accept the ring.”

   Sydney felt him pinch her, and then she could sense the slightest prick of the sharp needle to her skin. Nothing seemed to be happening then, and all of a sudden, a white hot fire burned into her as he slowly began pushing the needle deep under her skin. She screamed loudly, pulling reflexively at the straps that kept her bound to the chair. Her head slammed from side to side, crazed, screaming, begging, pleading for it all to stop. Neither Randi nor Sir Richard paid her any heed, as he drove the needle relentlessly deeper into her, and finally, out the other side, right on the intended mark.

   Randi stood and removed his gloves. As he lit up a cigarette, he said, “I’m going to let her calm down a bit before pushing a thicker needle through her. The rest of them are easy. The first is always the hardest, trying to get it straight through.”

   When Sydney had stopped crying, Randi put out his cigarette and put on a new pair of gloves, then he proceeded to push a second needle, then a third, and finally a fourth needle through the hole, gradually making the hole larger with each successive one. Then, he opened the ring and pushed it through the hole, as he pulled the final needle out the opposite side.

   “What do you think, Sir,” he asked, standing aside to allow Richard an unobstructed view?

   “It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen such a ring placed like that in a mound. It’s perfect for the leash.”

   “I’m glad You’re satisfied. Shall I just add the bill to Your room fee?”

   “That would be fine, yes, and thank you so much.”

   “Do you need any instructions on after care of the hole?”

   “No, thank you. It won’t be necessary. I’ve had her mother pierced multiple times. She’ll be tending to the aftercare herself.”

   A small crowd had gathered to watch the proceedings, drawn by the young teens screams. “Sydney,” Richard commanded, “Thank Randi properly.”

   Sydney’s eyes darted quickly to the twenty or so people who had assembled by Randi’s tables to witness her unique piercing. Her helpless eyes took on a forlorn expression as she looked toward Sir Richard for deliverance from His impossible demand. “On your knees, now,” He ordered, even louder, drawing even more attention to her plight.

   Sheepishly she knelt before the slightly built man, and watched as he undid his pants, and pulled out his penis. Sydney closed her eyes in a useless attempt to hide, and took him into her mouth. She sucked as hard and fast as she could, trying not to think about the strangers who were watching her. She couldn’t, however, hide form the comments about how “enthusiastic” her ministrations were, and how “perfect” she looked on her knees, and how “well suited” her mouth was for servicing a man.

   After he came, she swallowed all he had given her, and then she licked her lips, and said, “Thank You, Sir.”

   Richard left the chain around her waist, but He clipped the leash to her new ring and lead her around to various displays and demonstrations for the remainder of the afternoon. They saw a human dressage performed by ten ponygirls and boys, they witnessed a bull whipping techniques workshop, carried out on an elderly male eunuch, and they spent some time at a demonstration of the art of Japanese rope bondage. Whenever they met a man Sir Richard knew, he would offer Sydney’s mouth to Him, saying it was to “Better her training and skills.” Three men in total took Him up on His offer, making it three strangers she had fellated that day.

   Before dinner, they went back to their room to relax and shower. Richard liberally applied a soothing aloe cream to Sydney’s sunburnt body, and He took extra care to cleanse the area around her pubic ring.

   They took dinner with Mistress Ilsa again, who was visibly impressed with how well Sydney’s ring had turned out. It was at that point that She suggested to Sir Richard that He consider placing similar rings deep in her breasts, behind the areolas. He told Her that He would give it some thought and that He would decide before Randi packed up and left Sunday afternoon.

   After the meal, Richard took Sydney to watch as a man placed permanent iron shackles on her mother’s wrists and ankles. The thick heavy metal shackles fit her snugly, and Sydney watched as the man, a blacksmith actually, hammered the hot rivets into place, fixing the shackles so that the only way to remove them would be to cut them off with a hack saw or a hammer and chisel. Sydney saw the horror in her mother’s eyes when her gaze fell to the ring in her naked daughter’s mound. Sydney didn’t miss the tears that welled up in the caring eyes at the sight that beheld her, as the blacksmith took his thanks, by savagely taking her in the ass, and then making her clean him off after spilling himself deep in her bowels.

   That night, instead of individual events, the annual slave auction was held in the “Great Room.” Sydney knelt obediently at Richard’s side for the entire event, so she had a front row seat to witness her shackled mother escorting different slaves who were to be sold. Kara would lead them around the stage, providing everyone with an opportunity to see them from all sides and angles. She would also have them bend over, and she would spread their cheeks, giving everyone a clear view.

   Sydney was amazed at the prices a lot of the slaves were fetching, and she was frightened when she heard Ilsa comment that quite a number of the slaves were being bought by one man, who would then moved them to the Middle East, where they would be sold to rich oil sheiks and Emirs, who paid handsomely for blond white women. He made an impressive return on his investments she said.

   Sow 14 was among the last slaves to be brought up for auction. Sydney watched her as she crawled slowly around the stage as the auctioneer explained what she was. It took mere seconds before the gavel slammed down ending her sale. There were no bids. The auctioneer explained that she was to be slaughtered, gutted and butchered the next morning at 10:00AM in the barn, if there was anyone who wished to witness it. Richard reached down and softly stroked Sydney’s head, as she sobbed quietly, and shook, as the reality and finality of what she had just heard sunk in.

   After the auction had ended, and on their way back up to the room, Sir Richard informed Sydney that Mistress Ilsa wanted her, and that she was to go to Her straight away. A quizzical look crossed Sydney’s face, but Richard just patted her naked ass and said, “Go.”

   Sydney knocked lightly on the door of Ilsa’s room, and heard Her call out, “Come in.”

 “Ah, her you are, little one,” Ilsa said as Sydney closed the door. “You’ve had a busy day I’m told. Come, let Me see your new ring.”

   The young girl walked over to the lounge chair where Ilsa had been reclining while reading a book. The bright light from the reading lamp was intense, and ir provided more than ample illumination for Ilsa to inspect the thick ring that so cruelly pierced the teen’s pubis.

   “I adore it!” Ilsa declared. “It’s just perfect for you! I hope your “Uncle” will take My advice and do your pretty little titties while Randi is still here. It would all be so complimentary.”

   Ilsa fondled the ring a bit, remarking, “The bruising has begun. The swelling and black and blue marks will, in all doubt, increase over the next day or so. But it should all be back to normal within a week.

    “Draw My bath,” She commanded!

   Sydney went into te bathroom and began to fill the tub with water. She took out towels, oils, lightly scented soaps, a soft sponge, and a thick terry cloth robe. While the tub was filling, she went back into the bedroom and found Ilsa standing in the middle of the room, naked. “Come to Me, little one,” She cooed.

   Sydney approached Her slowly, stopping a good three feet in front of Her. “Closer,” She said, extending Her hands to Sydney.

   Sydney took Her proffered hands, and was quickly drawn up against Her warm firm body. Ilsa leaned forward and kissed the teen full on the mouth, forcing Her tongue past the closed lips and seeking out Sydney’s tongue. The kiss was deep and passionate, and all the while, Ilsa caressed the girl’s back from her shoulders to her buttocks, and clinching her in a tight embrace.

   When finally She allowed the embrace to be broken, Sydney fell backwards away from Ilsa, and was noticeably out of breath. “Richard will have to be careful,” Ilsa remarked, “or I may just take you from Him and make you Mine!

   “Bathe Me!”

   Sydney followed Ilsa into the bathroom, and she shut off the water. “I want to soak for a while, but I think I’ll allow you to entertain Me,” She said, as she sat in the hot soothing scented waters.

“Sit up on the sink and spread your legs.”

   Sydney slid up on the small sink, with one leg dangling to one side of the vanity, and the other leg bent at the knee with her foot resting on top of the sink.

   “Play with yourself for Me!. I want to watch you make yourself cum.”

   Sydney hesitated, and her face began to turn a deep crimson at the request.

   “Tell Me with a straight face that you’ve never pleasured yourself before,” Ilsa asked.

   “I.....I....I have, Mistress. Bu......but......nev.....never in front of someone else.” Sydney’s head was bowed low, her eyes averting Ilsa’s.

   You’ve never done it with your little girlfriends?”

      “W......we.....di...did d...do it. But just one time! At  a  sleep over.” She spit the words out fast. “But it was just one time! And.....and nobody saw anything! We....we were under the covers. In bed!”

   Did you cum?”

    Her head hung even lower, as she remembered her embarrassment at being the onl;y girl to moan aloud as she came, “Ye....yes. I came.”

   “Well then, if you can do it for your own pleasure, than you most certainly can do it for Mine,” She yelled, making Sydney jump, and bang her head against the mirror. “I want you to play with yourself right this minute!”

   Reflexively Sydney’s eyes closed as her fingers gently parted the soft wet lips, seeking the rapidly hardening bud. Her right wrist rested across the thick ring, reminding her of the new addition. She found her mind drifting back to the two naked male slaves in the paddle boat that morning, and being made to suck one of them. The imagery made her fingers move faster, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Ilsa.

   “Open your eyes,” She ordered, “but don’t stop playing with yourself.”

    Slowly, Sydney opened her eyes, as the images of the pleasant daydream slowly faded from her mind’s eye. Ilsa stared into her eyes for a few moments as the girl kept rubbing herself for release. “Tell me what you were dreaming about, and don’t even think of lying. The punishment will be severe!”

   “Yes, Ma’am,” She paused gathering her thoughts, her hand a blur in her slit. “When Uncle Richard and I were taking a paddle boat ride this morning, He....He...made me su......suck on......one of the male slaves who.......who was paddling the boat.”

   “Why do you think you thought of that picture, while you play with yourself?”

   “I .....I don’t know, M....Mistress.”

   “Oh yes you do!. You just don’t recognize it yet. It turned you on to be made to suck him off: A stranger, a slave, in public, in front of your “Uncle.” You enjoyed the humiliation of it. I’ll bet it made you wet, didn’t it?”

   “Yes,” she replied, panting as the tension in her sex was building.

   “Then cum for Me Now! Show Me how submissive you really are.”

   Sydney was past the point of no return, and within seconds, she exploded in a min-numbing orgasm, the most intense she had ever experienced. After it had finally subsided, Ilsa had her bathe Her, towel Her dry, rub lotion all over Her body, and put Her robe on. They then went back to the bedroom, where Ilsa lay back across the pillow strewn king sized bed, and opening Her robe, She spread Her legs, and said, “Pleasure me!”

   Sydney got up on the bed between Ilsa’s legs and began to slowly lick the moist lips. It seemed to take forever before Ilsa allowed Herself release, after which She dismissed the girl, and sent her back to her “Uncle.”

   Sydney was not prepared for the sight that greeted her as she entered the room. There was her mother, bent over the end of the bed, the shackles on her ankles chained to the corners of the bed, spreading her wide. He shackled hands had been locked behind her back, and she was using her own hands to spread apart her ass cheeks, making Sir Richard’s plundering of her ass all the easier for Him.

   “Sydney, get over her between your mother’s legs and make her cum,” He ordered.

     Kara shuddered at the thought of her own daughter eating her out, her sweet young face burrowing in her mother’s cunt, while Sir Richard was fucking her in the ass, mere inches from her.

   Sydney did as she was told, but kept her eyes closed as she tasted her own mother for the first time. Richard’s long hairy ball sac slammed into Sydney’s chin with each thrust. Sydney could feel her mother beginning to squirm as her orgasm neared, then she heard her ask, “May I have permission to cum, Master?”

   “Yes, you may, slave.”

   A moment later, kara screamed out as the over powering waves of her orgasm swept through her, and she trembled from head to toe.

   When the moment had passed, Richard pulled out of her ass and then he ordered kara to watch as her own daughter swallowed all the seed He could provide.

   Both of the slaves spent the night shackled together and sleeping on the floor at the foot of His bed.

    Richard and Ilsa enjoyed a light breakfast the following morning, kara and her daughter knelt under on their knees at Their feet, eating whatever scraps were tossed their way. After breakfast, Richard and Ilsa headed out to see if They could locate Randi, the two slaves in tow. They didn’t speak of a reason for why They wanted to find Randi, so the two slaves were completely in the dark. As they passed the barn, there was a man hanging human limbs from meat hooks. Sydney began retching when she saw an arm, from shoulder blade to wrist, no hand, being hung up next to a leg that went from the top of the thigh to the ankle, no foot. She knew instantly whose limbs these were. Kara quickly went to the aid of her daughter as she threw up what little breakfast she had eaten. Richard and Ilsa weren’t in the slightest bit concerned, and as soon as she stopped puking Ilsa pulled on Sydney’s leash, and they continued off to find Randi’s booth.

    “Good morning, Sir, and Mi’Lady,” Randi greeted Them as They neared his booth. And what brings You out on this fine morning?”

   “Good morning,” Richard countered, “I’ve come to discuss something with you, if I may.”

    “But, of course, Sir. By the way, how is she doing,” he inquired, gesturing toward Sydney.

   “She’s quite bruised this morning, and fairly swollen as well, but I’m sure that will fade.”

   “Most assuredly, Sir,” Randi agreed. “She’ll be blemish free by next weekend at the least. I see no signs of infection, which is a good thing.

   “Is there anything I may be of assistance in?”

    “Yes, there is,” Richard returned. “My friend here, Mistress Ilsa,” Randi bowed toward Her as Sir Richard gestured towards Her, “Has been trying to convince Me that I should have you do My ward’s breasts to match her mound. The same thick rings, but placed deeply in the breasts, behind the areolas, not through the nipples. What do you think?”

  “May I,” Randi asked politely, reaching for Sydney’s breasts?

   “By all means, please. Feel free.”

   Randi felt the firm flesh, kneading it, and pulling on the breasts, but not the nipples.

   Finally, he said, “I don’t think she’s fully developed yet. She might even add another inch or even two, and possibly fill out another cup size as well, so I don’t think doing her nipples would be wise.

   “However, what Your friend suggested would be a viable alternative, and it would surely complement the ring I pout in her mound. If I go deep enough it shouldn’t be a problem even if her areolas spread out a bit, and it will fit even if she grows three or four inches and goes even two more cup sizes, which I would seriously doubt at this stage.”

   “What size ring would you recommend,” Ilsa asked?

   “I would suggest a four inch diameter ring, Mi’Lady. A bit larger than the one in her mound. Made of the same material and in the same thickness and made of the same material.,” he said, holding up a pair for Them to see.

   “Kara, beg Randi to put these rings in your daughter’s breasts,” Richard commanded.

   Kara’s facial expression begged Sir Richard not to make her do this, but she knew better than to verbalize it. After a few seconds hesitation, kara knelt in front of Randi, and looking up into his eyes, she pleaded, “Please Sir, I beg you, pierce my daughter’s breasts and put steel rings in them for my Master.”

   “Very well,” Randi mocked her. “As long as Mommy will allow it.”

   To further the mortification and humiliation of His slave, Sir Richard made sure that kara participated as much as possible in the piercing of her daughter’s breasts. He had her strap Sydney into the chair. He made her prep the piercing sites with alcohol and betadyne solution. He made her hold the long thick piercing needle up in front of her daughter’s eyes so they might fill with terror at the thought of those needles piercing her. He made her put a clamp on her nipple and pull her breast out and away from her, stretching it taut, and maximizing the depth the needle would go.

   Tears spilled from kara’s eyes as she watched her daughter weep softly from the pressure her mother was exerting, pulling her breast straight out from her chest wall by the camp on her tender nipple. Kara turned her head as she saw Randi line up the massive needle and begin to slowly push it through the smooth supple skin. Sydney was screaming as the needle relentlessly dug through her breast and finally out the other side.

   Randi carried out the same procedure on Sydney’s other breast unceremoniously. With both breasts skewered with thick needles, it was easy to install the heavy rings. “They’re perfect, Richard,” Ilsa commented when the ring were set in place. “I adore them!”

   “They really are beautiful, Ilsa,” Richard agreed. “Thank you, Randi.”

   “It was my pleasure Sir, I assure You. Is there anything else I may be able to do for You?”

   “Yes,” Richard answered. “As a matter of fact, there is something. I wish to have My slave branded. Can you do that?”

   “But of course I can,” Randi said, eagerly. I have the coals already set up for another branding later this morning. Do You have any thought as to what You might like to have on her, and where You want it placed?”

   “I would like to have My initials branded on her left thigh, just below the hip,” Richard replied.

   “Kara,” Ilsa chimed. “Kneel before your Master!”

   Instantly, Kara fell to her knees, making sure she spread her knees apart, put her arms behind her back, bowed her head, opened her mouth, and stuck her chest out. “Your owner,” Ilsa continued, “Wishes to brand you with his monogram. Is there anything you would like to say to Him before receiving His mark upon your flesh?”

   Kara paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts: “I am proud that my Master wishes me to bear His monogram on my body. It is His to do with as He pleases. I gratefully accept His most generous gift, and I will display it with pride to the world as a symbol of His ownership of me, in every manner, shape and form.”

   Kara turned slightly to face Randi, and added, “If it pleases you, Sir, please brand me.”

   “What position do you want her in Randi,” Ilsa asked?

   The same as her daughter would be fine, Mi’Lady. But more straps will be necessary to keep her still while the iron burns into her.”

   Kara got up and climbed into the chair as Sydney got out. Ilsa made Sydney help Her with the straps and belts that would hold her mother fast to the chair. They made very sure that her left leg and upper torso to above the breasts was completely immobile. 

   “It won’t be necessary to sterilize the area we’ll be branding,” Randi said in general, “As the iron will do that for us as she is branded.” He bent over to inspect the soft skin where he would sear flesh with the iron. Kara’s face was ashen in color, ands a wave of nausea sank deep in the pit of her stomach as the thought of being burned overcame her.

   Randi pulled the hot iron from the coals and checked it’s color. Too hot was no better than not hot enough. The color had to be just right for him. As he allowed it to cool a bit, he made sure that he held it right before kara’s eyes, so the magnitude of what she was about to endure would be clear. Then, when he felt the iron’s color was best, he approached her thigh and held the iron an inch away, lining it up. Suddenly, he pushed the iron against her leg. The smell of burning flesh and kara’s scream were instantaneous. The iron seemed to melt it’s way into her, burning deeply into the muscle, and cauterizing the wound as it went.

   After the iron had sunk about 3/4 of an inch into her thigh, Randi removed it. Kara had already passed out from the pain and shock, and Sydney was laying across her mother’s chest, hugging her and wailing.

   “It must be kept clean and it must remain covered,” Randi instructed. “Depending on what type of scar You would prefer, You can either let it heal naturally, or remove the scabs as they form for a few weeks,” Randi added as he dressed the wound with antiseptic and gauze. 

   It took smelling salts to revive the slave. Ilsa and Sydney undid the straps and belts and then helped kara to her feet. They all walked slowly back to the main house for lunch, where, for the first time, Sydney and her mother dined sitting at the table, instead of on their knees on the floor. They did, however, both dine naked.

   Upstairs, as they packed their bags, Richard announced, “From this day forward, Sydney, you are to wear no form of underwear unless I grant you permission. No bras, no panties, whether you are in My home or at schools, or out with friends. I want you top be naked underneath your clothing at all times. It will help to remind you of what you have become this weekend.”

   “Bu....but, Uncle Richard,” Sydney stammered softly, “Wha.....what about whe......when I.......I have my period?”

   “Your mother will get you a belt and sanitary napkins. No tampons, pads, pantiliners. Am I clear on this?”

    “Yes Sir,” the mother and daughter replied in unison.

     The trip home was quiet, Sydney couldn’t tune out the throbbing in her breasts and pubic mound from the steel which she now bore. Kara wept lightly at the burning pain from her fresh brand. Everyone in the car knew that many significant transformations had occurred this weekend. And none of them were reversible. 

COMING FULL CIRCLE

By Charles E. Campbell

COMPLETING THE CIRCLE

CHAPTER 6

   Sydney had absolutely no difficulty adhering to Sir Richard’s new rules when she was home. She was completely comfortable with her constant nakedness in their house, His house, and around the grounds. The rules He had established for her at school were much demanding and hard to follow. Trying to keep the rings which she bore in her breasts hidden really restricted the wardrobe to overly loose fitting men’s sweat shirts. It had taken her a while to get used to the old fashioned sanitary napkins and belts, but she learned quickly that if she was diligent in changing them often enough, she could avoid the odor that was associated with them.

   Sir Richard had decreed a strict rule that Sydney was not to date anyone. And this was the hardest rule of all, as she had blossomed into a very pretty girl and the boys were naturally drawn to her. Whenever she was asked out on a date, she retreated to her fable of having a steady boyfriend from out of state, and that seemed to keep the boys at bay.

   Everyday Sydney was required to bind and whip her mother. She had become quite adept, even skilled in her handling of the various whips which Richard had for her use. Every day she was made to record in  a log  which whips she used, how many strokes she had delivered, what parts of her mother’ s body she had whipped, and what marks were made. Richard knew that Sydney hated to use the cane on her mother more than any other whip because her mother screamed so horribly each time, and also because the marks lasted so much longer than they did with any other implement. Therefore, Richard required her to use it at least once each week, and that she was to deliver a minimum of fifty strokes with the cane whenever she used it.

   It was around this time that kara began getting involved in pornographic videos. To further add to the totality and completeness of her slavery, humiliation, and training, Sir Richard started to rent kara out to various directors of porn videos. It did not matter what genre or fetish they were geared to, kara ended up in them all, from bukkake and gang bangs to inter racial and rape fantasy. She starred in bondage and whipping films, lesbian as well as tranny and bestiality videos. What made her all the more valuable to the director’s who paid Sir Richard for her appearances was the fact that she shot all of her films bareback.

   One of her best selling gang bang films had her servicing one hundred men, orally, vaginally, and anally. She made a bukakke film that had over one hundred and twenty-five men cumming in her mouth and on her face, while she held a basin under her jaw to catch whatever semen she missed. The film was shot on a dirt floor, and at the end of the film, after she drank the contents of the basin, she was made to roll around on the floor as the men urinated on her. 

   The films that she found the hardest to endure were the bestiality films. She had sex on film with horses, dogs, goats, snakes, fish, and eels. There was one time when a director rented her for six straight days of shooting. Kara was taken to a remote farm in New Hampshire, where she was kept naked in a barn for the entire time. The videos were shot in the corral, the horse stalls, and in the farm house. She was filmed sucking horse’s cocks, swallowing their cum, and even trying to shove tem up her pussy. She licked a mare’s ass and vagina. She made two films with goats, three with dogs, and five with live fish and eels. In one film, she was made to insert live field mice into her cunt and hold it closed as she masturbated for the camera. Shew did two with a cow, sucking it’s udders and licking it’s ass. She ended up covered in cow shit as the cow defecated all over her face and chest at that time.

   There seemed to be no levels of degradation that she wouldn’t stoop to. Whatever the director or producer could dream up, kara would do it, without question or hesitation. Occasionally, a director would want her body free from the markings of her daily beatings. It was only at these times that the whippings were suspended. But when she returned home after the shoot, she was beaten twice a day afterwards for every day she had missed a whipping.

   One director approached Sir Richard about a different kind of film that he wanted to make. He explained to Richard that he had been unsuccessful in finding an actress to make the film, they had all turned him down, so he wanted to rent kara for it. At first, Richard was quite reticent to allow His slave to make the movie, but after giving consideration to the level of training it would provide, he acquiesced and ordered her to do it.

   The producer for the film picked kara up in his late model Toyota rather late one evening, well after 10:00PM. Kara was dressed as he had specified: frilly demi bra, skimpy laced satin panties, stockings, garter belt, and high spike heels. She was heavily made up with eye shadow and eye liner, ruby red lipstick, powdered, and generously perfumed. They drove toward the city in silence. No one had told kara what would be expected from her at the shoot, and she knew better than to ask, As they drove through one of the more run down neighborhoods, he pulled up in front of a decrepit looking building on a seamy looking street. He ordered her out of the car, telling her that she was to go through the door and up the stairs to the fourth floor loft. When she got there, she was to do whatever she was told by anyone who was there.

   Kara got out of the car without a word and quickly crossed the dark deserted street and went in. Dim lighting hung from bare bulbs suspended from the peeling ceiling. The floors were scattered with filth and garbage. The smell of stale vomit and urine permeated the stale air. Kara climbed the staircase, being careful not to touch the hand rail or anything else. On the first floor landing, a drunk had passed out in a pool of his own vomit. His raspy labored breathing competing with the sounds of a blaring television. The noise covered the sharp tapping of her heels on the tiled floor as she walked along the hall to the next flight of stairs. The stench of greasy food and graffiti welcomed her on the next two floors. As she started up the last flight of stairs, she had to step carefully around two junkies who were shooting up heroin. One of them reached for her as she passed, quickly running his grimy hand up her stocking clad leg, almost reaching her panties. She skipped two steps avoiding him.  

   To her relief, she finally reached the fourth floor and saw only one door at the far end of the corridor. She walked toward it and knocked. No one answered, so she knocked a second time. After waiting a few moments, she tried the handle, and, finding it open, she turned it and stepped inside.  The room was a mess of debris, broken furniture, falling plaster and boarded up windows. In the center of the room multiple video cameras were set up in a circle on tripods, with various poles and trees of lights all focusing on the incongruity of a beautiful king sized bed that had been carefully made up with white satin sheets and pillows. A luxuriously thick white comforter was pulled back invitingly. “Here she is now!” someone exclaimed as the door was shut behind her. A man seemed to merge from the shadows from her left side and locked and bolted the door securely.

   “Step over here into the light, please, Miss, so we can check out your make-up,” a female voice commanded her. Kara walked through the gaggle of cameras, lights and cables and into the unforgiving glare of the bright lights and stood still. “Turn around, please,” the same voice ordered.

   Kara turned ever so slowly. “She’ll need more color on the lips and eyes. Make them darker too. She looks too refined. Make her sluttier,” a male voice added.

   Two make-up artists joined kara in the glare and began to redo her make-up, darkening her eye liner, thickening her eye lashes, and applying a heavier coat of deep red lip gloss to her thinner than average lips, making them appear more pouting. As quickly as they had appeared, they retreated into the darkness outside the lights and a man approached her, his hand extended. “I am Ross Vincent, and I am the director of this film.” kara shook the proffered hand. I really don’t care what your name is, but for this production you will be known as ‘Helen.’ It’s part of the movie’s title.”

   “That’s fine, Sir,” kara replied meekly.

   Well, ‘Helen,’ you shouldn’t have too difficult a time with this film. You have no lines to memorize and no acting directions to follow. It will be shot continuously in one take, as it happens. The basic idea is simple. When I tell you, you will walked into the lighted area by the bed as if it was your own bedroom at home. Stretch, do whatever you would normally do before retiring yourself, and then I want you to climb up on the bed. Do not remove your shoes, or any of your clothing. Get comfortable on the bed. A few minutes after you have gotten comfortable, some men will enter the scene. You are to let them do whatever they wish to do with you. No matter what. Have you any questions?”

   “No Sir. I understand completely. Thank You,” she added properly.

   “If you need to use the bathroom, please go now, as I would like to get started with the shooting,” the director admonished her.

   Kara nodded in agreement and looking around, she saw someone pointing to a door. She went through the door into the small but relatively clean bathroom. She relieved herself and stood up, gazing at her reflection in the smudge covered mirror. Her eyes took in the sight of her heavily made up face, the expensive lingerie, and the look of fear in her eyes. She looked at herself and reflected at her plight, here in a building the location of which she did not know, with a group of strangers, who were about to film her doing who knew what with however many people. A tear slowly rose in the corner of her eye, but she gingerly wiped it away, careful not to muss her make-up. The realization that this was what he wanted from her came into her mind, and she knew, therefore, that it was what she must do. For Him!

   She strode from the lavatory with a spring in her step and returned to the set. “I’m ready,” she announced, with a somewhat exaggerated bravado.

   “Good,” the director intoned. “Let’s begin, shall we everyone.

   Places!

   “Action!”

   Kara walked slowly and seductively into the lights toward the bed. As she had learned before, she shut off the cameras in her mind, and allowed herself to go back in time to a different place, and follow an ancient routine before climbing into a bed. She plumped the pillows, pulled the comforter and sheet further down, and sat on the edge of the bed. Slowly, she ran her hands up her legs starting at the ankles, caressing them, and feeling the soft nylon smoothing out against her legs. Then, with a look of utter relaxation and contentment, she lay back on the soft clean bedding and closed her eyes.

   About fifteen seconds passed, and five men entered the set in a group. They were all broken down derelicts in old soiled clothing. Three of them were white, although the soot and grime on their faces made it hard to tell for sure, and two were black. All of them had oily matted hair and scruffy tangled beards. One had a few festering open sores on his face and no teeth. All of their eyes were wide in amazement at their good fortune for what had been promise them.

   As a pack, they descended upon her, tearing at the silky lingerie, ripping the stockings, tossing off her shoes, and groping, pinching, probing as they went. Their reeking clothes began to get tossed off as well until the five of them were a roiling naked mass atop her. The toothless man with the sores was trying to force his tongue deep into her mouth as one of the black men was roughly pulling her legs apart so he could mount her. Two others were suckling on her breasts while the last one was rubbing whatever body [parts he could find, as he stroked himself and drooled. Someone shoved the toothless man off her face and a scab covered cock was dangled in her face. Squeezing her eyes shut, she opened her mouth to accept it as a camera zoomed in for a close up shot. The black man who was fucking her started to alternate between her cunt and ass, freely switching as the mood hit him, before cumming deep in her ass. He was replaced by another right away, and this man pounded her ass hard with an exceptionally thick cock.

   The assault was relentless. Mouth, tits, ass, cunt, all brutalized by the disgusting men.  Just when kara thought they were finally sated, one of them started to piss on her face. The others picked up on the cue and joined in. The elegant bedding and kara drenched in urine.

   The lights went dark and the director announced, “That’s a wrap people. Let’s get it torn down and out of here fast!” Then looking at the spent “actress” lying on the bed he added, “Someone hose down this whore and get her out of here!”

   “Come with me please,” one of the make-up women said to her. Kara followed her out of the loft and down a rickety staircase in the back of the building. They went through door which took them outside behind the building. The make-up woman picked up a garden hose and began cleaning kara up with the chilly water, hosing her hard between the legs. When she was done, she tossed her a discarded trench coat and said, “You ride should be waiting for you in front on the building.”

   Barefoot and shivering, kara made her way back through the building, out the door, and down the stoop to the waiting old Toyota, and the trip home Cum oozing from her ass and cunt as she sat on the old coat.

   The film was titled “HELEN HELPS THE HOMELESS,” and it was an instant success, grossing in the millions in dvd sales and rentals. The director approached Richard about shooting sequels three times. On the fourth and final installment, kara was rented for a week. She was made to live in an abandoned tenement in Brooklyn with thirty or more homeless squatters, male and female. She was kept naked the entire week, she was never allowed to bathe, and she lived among the squalor of the rejected  of the community. She ate what scraps they brought in, from stale pizza crusts and assorted restaurant garbage, to unfinished water in designer bottles and the dregs of Starbucks coffee cups.

   Her body stank. He matted hair was filthy and knotted. She contracted body lice, head lice, and crabs. Like her “roommates,” she had to urinate in the hallways and defecate in used compound buckets, “wiping” herself with old damp newspapers. She had sex with these denizens of the Big Apple round the clock. Their festering sores, cracked lips, unhealed scabs making seemingly constant contact with her once most intimate body parts.  One derelict made her suck and lick his vile unshod feet, cleaning the dirt and debris that had accumulated between his toes. She vomited during that filming, and had to lick up her own vomit from his feet and from the floor.

   Richard sent her to a clinic for a tetanus shot, some antibiotics, and a de-lousing before he allowed her to set foot back in the house. After her return from the last homeless video shooting Richard never again had any sexual contact with kara ever again. He continued to whip her and beat her, berate her and degrade her, but He ceased al forms of sexual contact. Instead, He had His needs taken care of by Sydney, and always in front of kara.

   Richard delighted in watching kara’s face as He used her daughter in front of her. A strange clash or pride, scorn, envy and hurt always registered as He made Sydney chock and gag on His cock, or whenever He forced His way into her two tight holes. Richard made kara hold Sydney’s ass cheeks apart the first time He took her from the rear, making her use her own spit to lubricate her daughter’s ass as He ripped and tore her virgin hole, drawing blood.

    Sydney was granted permission to sleep on the floor at the foot of His bed, while her mother had been relegated to sleeping in a dog crate they stored in the garden shed near the garage. The dampness and chilly night air was beginning to take it’s toll on kara. Richard no longer allowed her to eat with Him. She had to scrounge for her food from the garbage. Her heath started to deteriorate rapidly. He allowed her no hygienic practices at all, and her teeth were beginning to decay due to her poor diet and lack of brushing. Her once luxuriant lustrous hair was dull and falling out in places. The bruises and welts from her daily beatings and whippings took much longer to heal now, and some of them never healed. Cuts would ooze but never really scab over, pockets of puss surrounded by dark red circles covered her buttocks and thighs and cunt. She became very weak, and her stomach stopped tolerating the garbage that she was eating. Vomiting became a daily ritual after she would eat. She could keep nothing on her stomach, Her belly appeared to be gorged and bloated, but her ribs stuck out through her paper thin skin that stretched taut over them.

   It was at this time that Sir Richard dreamed up His plan for the final ultimate usage of His slave. One morning, after Sydney had dressed and left for school, Richard went out to the shed and pulled kara out of the crate by her hair. She was shivering uncontrollably as a result of the combination of a  low grade fever she constantly had and the damp chill that was ever present in the dark dank shed.

   “Kara,” He began. “You have been a faithful slave and servant to Me for the past ten years, but I no longer have any use for you. You are vile and repugnant, and quite frankly, you disgust Me. I do, however feel that, due to your loyalty and service to Me, that you deserve some type of reward before being dismissed, so I have come to offer you a choice as to both your fate, and that of Sydney as well. 

   “You may choose to have Me sell you and Sydney to overseas slavers, to spend the rest of your lives as slaves in some unnamed foreign country. Or, you may choose to have Me keep Sydney as My personal slave. If you choose this second option, then you must also consent to letting Me put you to death, in whatever fashion I wish.” Pausing a few seconds to let it all sink in, Richard watched His slave’s reaction. Seeing none, He asked, “Would you like some time to think this over, kara?”

   “N.....No Sir,” she coughed weakly. “There is only one choice for me to make, Master.”

    With seemingly great effort, she pushed herself up onto her knees at His feet. She looked up into His dark eyes and said, “Sir Richard, please accept my daughter Sydney as my gift to You for all You have done for me. Please accept her as your slave, to use as You wish. She will be, from this day forth, at Your disposal.........” Clearing some phlegm from her throat, she continued, “And, if it pleases You, please put me to death, in whatever manner you wish. Allow me to suffer for you as my last act of submission.” She began a harsh coughing bout, and losing her balance, she toppled to the ground, doubled up coughing. Small traces of blood appeared at the corners of her mouth as the episode subsided.

   Sir Richard had actually set the wheels in motion for kara’s execution about six weeks before broaching her with her two “choices.”He knew that, given her maternal instincts and excellent training, the only possible choice she could make would be to consign her daughter into His servitude, and to accept her fate at His hands at the same time.

    Through His contacts with the porn directors, Richard was able to get the use of a sound stage to film the execution. He was also able to get two hundred “patrons” to pay $250,000 each for the opportunity to watch a live closed circuit broadcast of the execution. The patrons would also receive their own private dvd of the event.

   Contracts were drawn up and signed, monies changed hands, and the date was only three days hence. To further add to kara’s degradation, Sir Richard required that she stay in the crate around the clock until the final hours before her death. She would eat, piss, and shit right where she lay. To make matters even worse, Richard required Sydney to piss and shit on her in the cage as well, making sure the food was saturated in urine and feces. By the time she was taken to the studio for the filming, kara was a frightening mess.

   The cameras began rolling as soon as kara crawled from her crate and dragged herself over to the stage. Iron shackles were bolted to her wrists and she was hung. up by a heavy wooden beam, her arms pulled far apart, her feet dangling free. They filmed a naked Sydney whipping her mother with crops, floggers, cats, and canes until she hung limply, not even responding to the blows. A bucket of ice water was tossed on the unconscious slave to revive her. Then the whipping resumed. Anew. This process was continued for one hour.

   Sydney was made to force a thick rusted iron hook into each of her mother’s breasts, very deep, near the rib cage. The weak screams brought tears streaming down Sydney’s horrified face. She then stood back and watched in fear as her helpless mother was hoisted off the ground by the hooks, blood streaming from the hooks in her chest, her screams echoing through the studio.

   Sydney then took her new place, at the feet of her Owner and watched with Him the terrible twisting and contorting of her mother. The screams had subsided, but only in volume, because the strained voice had been reduced to pitiful rasps. The thick iron hooks were threatening to tear right through the breasts, Richard noticed this, and gave an all but imperceptible nod to the operator of the winch. He in turn began to raise kara up higher and maneuver her over a rough hewn four inch square stake. The cameras panned right along with the doomed slave as she was brought right atop her instrument of death. Two male slaves came over, and each taking an ankle, they guided the slave into position for the sharpened stake to begin it’s relentless and merciless probe of kara’s anus. As she was slowly lowered onto the spike, kara began to redouble her efforts to escape, but the two slaves holding her ankles, guiding her ass over the point prevented her attempts. It wasn’t very long before  the futility of her efforts was obvious to her, and she sagged in resignation.

   The two male slaves left her there to allow gravity do it’s deadly deed. Blood began to flow copiously down her inner thighs as the winch let off all tension, putting all of kara’s body weight on the stake. Her screams had been replaced with moans and gurgling sounds, as blood was staring to seep from the corners of her mouth.

   Kara’s broken body was twitching reflexively as the point continued it’s relentless upward assent into her bowels. For a few minutes, she seemed to hang suspended in mid-air, no more of the stake disappearing into her. And then, all at once, she dropped about ten inches down the stake, as it broke through into her esophagus. By now, the entire stake was bathed in blood, with a large puddled pooled on the floor. The cameras missed none of it. Blood bubbles formed in her nostrils, weakly bursting in her all but non-existent exhales of breath. Kara no longer reacted as the she slid further down the stake, and it pushed into her throat. Her head started falling backwards as the bloody point could be seen slowly coming out of her open mouth. Kara was long dead before her body slid the remainder of the way down the stake and began to crumple onto the blood drenched floor.

   It was over. The cameras and lights were shut down, and Sir Richard offered the weeping Sydney His hand and pulled her to her feet. As she starred slack jawed at the bloody remains that had once been her mother, Sir Richard took her chin and pulled her face toward His, and said, “If you are able to prove to Me that you are a worthy slave, I might just one day allow you to be impaled for Me!”

   And taking her by the hand, He lead her out of the studio and back to His home.