Bridget - The Story of a Trained Slave

by Lewis Chappelle

with assistance from “Alli”

Chapter One -   Parts 1 - 5

Part # 1

Bridget could not remember much about her early life. She did know a little about her former master and mistress, an older German couple, who got her from her parents before she even started her first menstrual period. The couple trained her to be a good slave but, had done nothing to educate the young girl, who was now practically illiterate. She did not have aspirations or expectations, as her quality of life was meager to begin with -- practically an after thought, if a thought was even given to that idealistic concept.

At first, Bridget was only required to perform domestic tasks. As she grew older, she was trained to give pleasure to both men and women. Her lessons were not given as instruction for correct actions, but as punishments for imperfection. She learned quickly how to please her new Master and Mistress. She also developed great tolerance for, and even enjoyed, the attention she received when being punished. 

When Bridget began to develop as a young girl, her Master, who had headed up medical experimentations, began giving her injections directly into her budding nipples. The pain of these injections was excruciating, and she cried bitter tears when she received them. Her tits, already sore from their beginning growth, would ache and swell for hours after the injections; and while the injection site swelling would go down, her tits kept getting bigger and bigger, injection after injection.

Most of the people who saw Bridget agreed that her tits were huge, and not unlike Dolly Parton’s -- they sat high on her chest, were perfectly round, symmetrically perfect, full, and just a tad smaller than a soccer ball, at close to 26 inches in diameter. Certainly, no normal bra would fit her. She never had enhancement surgery, per se.

Bridget's master often would rub her clit or fuck her after he gave her the injections, and she would cum as her tits ached and throbbed. It soon became sexually exciting to her to have the injections, as it heightened her endorphin level and intensified her erotic pleasure.

When Bridget was about 18 years old, her Master took her to a dentist friend of his for a radical surgical procedure - he want all of her teeth remove.  The idea was that without any teeth the girl could take a cock of almost any size into her mouth easily and that without teeth the girl could more easily get the cock down her throat for the most blessed blow job possible.

After her gums healed, the old dentist fitted Bridget with a perfect set of dentures. No one could tell they were natural. In fact, she actually had a better smile and greater confidence in herself in no time at all. And, she did take satisfaction in giving great head.

Master Adam, her new master, had been lucky enough to find Bridget when her first master and mistress were looking for a place for her, as their age had progressed past the point of keeping a full-time slave girl. Adam knew full well that he had brought Bridget into the US illegally.

In broken English, Bridget was able to convey the fact that she didn’t know how old she was, where she was born, or even how she  got to America.  Bridget had no idea what liquid was in the vials which were injected into her tits. Master Adam had no idea what the old man had injected in her either, so he did not continue the injection regime.

Bridget made it known that she had been forced to always wear four inch heels and tight, boned, corsets when she was younger. She was flattered when others told her she had great legs, as she was well toned, and had an hour-glass figure to be proud of.

Adam was captivated by his well-trained slave, and had high hopes for improving her education. His travel schedule kept him from devoting the time he wished he could to her schooling, improving her English, teaching her the basics of geography, reading, writing, and arithmetic.

Adam really enjoyed having Bridget to service him. She was quite the expert and wanted to please her new master in any way he demanded of her. He loved the way he could amuse himself with her tits for what seemed like hours, only to have her beg for more. He bound them a dozen different ways, covered them in hot wax, and clamped them. He made sure to let her cum while he whipped, bound or clamped her tits.

Apart from his erotic pleasures with Bridget,  Adam did eventually develop a plan for her further instruction.

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                                      Part # 2

Adam gave Bridget a room next to his own. Her room was tasteful and feminine, with plenty of cosmetics and beauty products for her to play with. It was another new experience for Bridget, and she liked it.

Bridget loved having Adam put her in bondage and whip her tits and ass with his handy riding crop. She would cup her stinging tits and press them together so Adam could rub his cock between them until he shot his cum directly into her face.  They were both happy with their new arrangement.

One evening, after Bridget returned from a typical tit-amusement session with Adam, he told her to shower and come to his room. As usual, Bridget’s only attire were her high-heels, so she especially enjoyed the lotions, powders and perfumes, doing her hair, and applying make-up before going to see him.

Bridget's slave training had been impeccable. She entered Adam’s suite, and knelt, knees wide, hands behind her back, waiting. When Adam finally acknowledged her, inviting her to his feet, she was a like a happy puppy, wiggling her way to him, huge tits bouncing. She reverently kissed his feet, showing her deference to him as she had been taught.

Adam looked down to the lovely slave, felt the stir of his cock as he admired the marks and bruises on her tits and ass. He reached down to stroke her head, and then, gently lifted her chin. Behind the veiled blank look, he was sure he saw intelligence. Bridget smiled at him brightly.

"Bridget," Adam spoke softly. Bridget automatically said "Yes, Sir?"

Adam began again. "Bridget, I have plans for you. I'm going to teach you things you should have learned long ago."

Bridget looked puzzled, but smiled and said again, "Yes, Sir?"

Adam sighed. He released her chin. Again he spoke. "Bridget, you are going to learn to read, and write. You are going to learn how to work with numbers. And you are going to learn to speak clearly in English."

He shook his head. "It isn't going to be easy, Bridget, but, you will learn. You will be punished when you don't get things right, and you will be rewarded when you do them correctly. You will earn the privilege to stay in your room close to me. You will earn the cosmetics and products in your room. If you do not perform as required, you will be treated as a child and punished with the whip until you improve. Do you understand, Bridget?"

Bridget blinked a couple times, and then slowly said, "Yes, Sir?"

Adam sighed and shook his head. "You will understand, Bridget. You start your education tomorrow." He rose, and took her hand, and lead her back to her room.

"Tomorrow, Bridget, you will wear clothes."

Adam opened the closet, hanging there were several short school uniform skirts in plaid, and white blouses, tailored to fit her huge tits, all pressed and ready to wear. On the shoe rack, there was a pair of black mary-janes, with a little heel. There were several pairs of ankle socks, with lace trim. There were no bras or panties. 

Adam continued speaking. "Your teacher will be here tomorrow, and you will need to take your school bag with you." He pointed to a little book bag on the floor. There were tablets of wide-lined paper, large pencils, and crayons in the bag.

Bridget felt a little overwhelmed by it all - you could see it in her face. She had seen other children walk to school, as she did her domestic chores for her first Master and Mistress. She knew they were doing something special, and she knew she was unable to do the same things that they did, such as read, and write. Her first Master and Mistress told her she did things they didn't do, because she had such large tits. Bridget wasn't quite sure why, but for the first time in her life, she felt self-conscious about not knowing things other people knew.

Adam told Bridget to brush her teeth and hair, and go to bed so she would be ready for the next day, and then left her to her thoughts, perplexity still evident on her face.

Adam then went to the basement of his mansion to make sure everything was ready for the next day. Seven leather whips of different sizes and shapes hung from hooks by the chalk board, the dunces hat sat on the stool in the corner. Her small desk, obviously made for a child, sat directly in front of the teacher's desk.

Finally, Adam made a call to Bridget's new 'teacher,' a perfectly delightful, bi-sexual, former nun, with a domineering turn of mind;  He confirmed that everything was ready for the education of Bridget, and that Sister Sadie would be there in the morning.

Tomorrow, for Bridget, was going to open up a whole new world.

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Part # 3

Sister Sadie, and several other nuns in the area, had been defrocked several years earlier for behavior unbecoming a nun. The defrocking did not deter her, or her lover, Father Flagg, from continuing their kinky ‘ministry’ to a flock of like minded worshipers. As a young priest, the good Father had met Master Adam. Flagg had since gained Adam’s support as the principal benefactor of his informal and, completely unsanctioned, organization.

Adam often invited Flagg and Sadie to his mansion to hold ‘services’ which included hearing the confessions of the staff, and dispensing the penance and ‘absolution’ he deemed appropriate.  After each visit, both Sadie and Flagg would leave the mansion well satisfied sexually.

When they saw Bridget, they couldn’t wait to get their hands on her.

Sadie arrived on her first day of lessons for Bridget wearing a modified habit. While her hair was covered, the rest of the outfit was, to say the least, provocative. 

Adam had determined that the object of Sadie’s initial lessons was  to reduce, and eventually eliminate, Bridget’s heavy German accent.  Arithmetic, reading, spelling, geography, and the rest, could wait. Since he was going out of the country on another extended business trip, he would leave Flagg and Sadie in charge of his property and the running of the mansion. When he returned, he wanted to see results.

At first, Sadie was not averse to slapping Bridget across the mouth for mispronouncing her words in English. Her slaps were more harsh as the day progressed. Bridget was trying hard to master the sounds Sadie was requiring of her, and at the same time she was being turned on by the punishment coming from a woman who reminded her of her former Mistress, who was wearing such a skimpy outfit.

In the afternoon, exasperated with Bridget’s slow pace of learning, Sadie pulled Bridget over her smooth legs, raised her school girl dress, and spanked her roughly. That spanking led to bare assed paddlings and by the end of the day the paddlings led to harsh naked whippings. 

After dinner, Bridget’s attention began to wander even more than it had earlier. Sadie enlisted Father Flagg to help her bind Bridget’s tits and to pull her upright by them onto her toes while she blistered her ass with a heavy horse whip. When she was finished, Bridget’s tits were deep blue, her ass was crimson, and Bridget was screaming in pain.

While Bridget would not be able to sit down for days, she was a more serious student. Lessons in proper English diction were followed by lessons in sentence structure, inflections, grammar, syntax, and vocabulary. As the weeks passed and, the day approached for Adam to return, Bridget was ready to meet the challenge.

Sadie felt like a female Professor Higgins teaching a backward Eliza Doolittle in “My Fair Lady”. In actuality, Sadie had greater success than Higgins, because she was able to transform Bridget from speaking broken English with a German accent, to a charmingly well-spoken girl with a flat mid-western American accent in less then two months.  Her ass was striped almost raw, but her Master was delighted at her progress.

Adam would resume Bridget’s lessons with Sadie after a well deserved Summer  break.

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Part # 4

Ever the creative ‘artist’, Adam, with the help of a noted fashion designer, worked on a sketch for a very expensive leather outfit which would be constructed specifically for Bridget. He told her it was a gift from him for the progress she had made in learning her lessons.

The center piece of the outfit was to be the ’container’ for her large tits. It could not properly be called a bra because of its design and erotic features.  The cups, were to be made of soft, two-ply, leather. The centers of the cups were to be cut out to perfectly accommodate her areole and nipples.

Between the layers of leather, Adam wanted each  cup to include over fifty, permanently affixed, sharp pieces of surgical steel which would bite into her tits from the inside. These pointy pieces of steel would only come through the leather about a thirty second of an inch, but they would prick her.

Around the perimeter of each cup, Adam wanted five short strips of leather that could be pulled in sequence and held with black Velcro to tighten the cups against Bridget’s sensitive, and well fleshed out tits.

He designed a boned-waist cincher which pulled Bridget’s mid-section from a normal 27 inch measurement to a 22 inch measurement. At five foot eight, when Bridget was in heels and encased in the ‘tit container’ and cincher, she reminded Adam for all the world like a sexy “Barbie” doll. He never got tired of watching her strut her stuff for him.

The helmet, with insert patches to provide a blindfold and a gag that he designed for her, was a  masterpieces of art. The stiff, wide neck collar was wonderfully made as well, and kept her head up and looking to the front. It had D rings with which to keep Bridget tethered to either a leash or a thin pull-along rod. He also designed soft leather leggings and above-the-elbow leather gloves for his doll. But, the inflatable and vibrating dildo and butt plugs were Bridget’s favorite part of her new outfit.

Bridget did look stunning in the finished product, and she knew that Master Adam had done it for her.

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Part # 5

When Bridget’s second semester of learning with Sister Sadie began, Master Adam directed that emphasis be paid to increasing Bridget’s vocabulary. He wanted particular attention to be paid to the use of  the English language as it is used within the Master/slave relationship. He reasoned that if Bridget didn’t have a broader vocabulary and a greater appreciation for the nuances of the English language, that she wouldn’t have the tools to think like a proper slave girl.

Sister Sadie had gotten great results with her regimen of punishment and pleasure when teaching Bridget how to speak English without an accent. Now, she was to use that same technique to giving Bridget the linguistic tools to think and act as a piece of equipment for sexual service, and as a person who knew and accepted her role as a slave girl - an owned object, unworthy of preferences and without any rights other than those conveyed to her by her master.

Each day, Sadie would bring a new word to Bridget; verbs like submit, control, comply, obey, and respect, adjectives like deferential, respectful, polite, courteous, and refined. Sadie would dwell on each word for an entire lesson and then require Bridget, for homework, to use the word of the day in 4 different  sentences.  Demerits would pile up for misuse and lashes would be given after each 10 demerits.

Sadie eventually had to impart the concept of the noun “property,” owned property, to Bridget. 

“Does your Master own a car?” she asked Bridget. “Does he own his bed? Does he own his refrigerator, Bridget? Can he do whatever he wants with his car, his bed, and his refrigerator?”

“Yes, Sister, he owns them, and he can do what he wants with all of them, I guess. Yes, they are his and he can do anything he wants with them. Yes!” she finally answered directly.

“Do you know you are your Master’s property, Bridget? And, that he can do anything he wants with you?”

“Sister, yes, Master did pay for me and that makes me his property. He can use me as he wants to, I guess. Yes!”

“Can he sell you to someone else if he wants to, Bridget?”

“Yes, Sister, he is my Master, and he could sell me if he wanted to.”

“Good, Bridget. I think you have an idea of how you fit in around here don’t you, now? You are only a piece of property.

“If someone asked you if you liked a piece of nice juicy steak, what would you tell them, Bridget?”

“Oh, Sister, I would tell them that I love steak,” she said.

That answer got Bridget 25 lashes with the whip while she was spread facing the classroom wall.

“No, you stupid bitch!. You are like a piece of furniture around here. A sofa can’t like or dislike anything. A refrigerator can’t like or dislike what is in it and, a car can’t have opinion about where it’s owner drives it or what kind of gas he puts in the gas tank. You have no right to an opinion on anything. You can have no preferences as to what you are given to eat or with whom you suck off, or fuck. Do you understand, you stupid bitch?”

“I am so sorry, Sister. I do understand what it means to be an owned slave girl. I will not make that mistake again, I promise you,” she said quaking from the intense whipping.

Sadie would test Bridget on this important learning point frequently to see if she had absorbed the concept being made. She even asked her if she thought her Master could kill her if he wanted to, for no reason at all. Bridget didn’t hesitate. She know that her Master was the final authority of life and death for her and she was at ease with that realization.

After she had completed her homework that night, she said to Adam, “Master, I know I am your property, Sir and that you can use me any way you want and you could even kill me if you wanted to, but would you ever kill, me Sir?”

“Has your teacher taught you the word ‘impertinent’ yet slave girl?” he asked her.

“No Sir, I’ve never heard that word before, but I want to know what it means, Sir. Would you tell me, Sir?”

“It means disrespectful and impolite, Bridget. I’m sure you didn’t mean to be impolite to me but I want you to discuss that word with Sister Sadie tomorrow.  For now, let me say, that I would not kill  you. Do you know why, slave girl?”

“No master, I don’t know why you wouldn’t kill me if I got to be a burden for you, Sir.”

“Bridget, the reason I won’t kill you is because I love having you around here. I love the way you tolerate my punishments and humiliation. I’ve grown very fond of you, in fact, I’d say I’ve grown to love you. Do you know what that means, you big titted, beautiful slave girl?”

“Yes, Master. I know what love is. Sister Sadie taught me that word and I know that feeling two people can have for each other. If you permit me, Master, I want you to let me love you back.”

“I believe you do know what love is. And, I’m touched by your statement that you love me. Yes, you can love me, Bridget. But, you will always be my slave until the time I decide to sell you to a band of roving cattle rustlers, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir! I am your property and you love this piece of property for who I am not for what I will do for you. Isn’t that right, Sir?”

“Slave girl, I couldn’t have said it better, now kneel down, get your ass high, press those luscious  tits into the carpet so I can fuck you. Now, move!”

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The End of Chapter One

Note # 1: I would appreciate comments regarding this work, or on any male-dominant/female-submissive related subject matter, sent to biggreek100@aol.com.  

Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC

Bridget - The Story of a Trained Slave

by Lewis Chappelle

with editorial assistance from “Alli”

Chapter Two --   Parts 1 - 7

Part #1

Bridget continued her academic lessons with Sister Sadie with exceptional energy. She was also being trained, as time allowed, to satisfy her Master, Adam, just the way he wanted. She was, to say the least, a willing slave girl and, totally infatuated with Adam. Being submissive to him and pleasing him sexually was her mission in life, as she saw it. 

Adam invited Sadie and Father Flagg, Sadie’s partner, to assist him in his special training of Bridget from time-to-time but, mostly he was her sole trainer. He would let Sadie return to the classroom with Bridget during his rather frequent absences from the mansion, which gave Bridget quite a bit of intensive, personal, tutoring.

During her early teens, Bridget had been subjected to harsh treatment at the hands of her former master and mistress. She had suffered brutally when the master injected her nipples with syringes full of a substance known only to him; treatments which, over time, had resulted in producing her exceptionally large, and well formed, tits.  Adam knew the girl could tolerate extreme pain and got a hard-on every time he entertained thoughts of punishing her. Furthermore, he felt increased pleasure himself when he fucked her soon after inflicting harsh physical punishment - punishment which often left her writhing in obvious pain.

The main focus of his tortures were her enormous tits. Bridget was proud of her oversized tits and took Adams torment’s of them with a stout heart, as a badge of courage and, love for him.

Adam’s tortures of the completely yielding Bridget were applied in a matrix of forms; bound and unbound and with and without permission to be vocal - his favorite scenario was to make her offer herself to him to suffer unbound, - completely stoic and mute. She knew the drill very well. Failure to perform for her Master would make him angry and she had no interest in seeing him mad.

It was often Adam’s pleasure to have Bridget suction her nipples until they were long, sensitive and, standing at full attention. He would then beat on those tender nubs with a flat whip while she stood erect,  in heels, holding held her arms behind her head with her back arched. She counted  each of his bruising slashes aloud.  She had learned her numbers well. “One, Master.” “Two Master.”…  “Twenty, Master.”…  “Fifty. Master.” Adam was relentless, knowing Bridget was holding motionless at his command despite her intense, throbbing, ordeal.

On more than one occasion, after her tits were red and sore, he had Bridget lay down with her legs spread wide. He loved to see and feel the torrent of her cunt juices after such a beating. 

“You are such a pain slut, Bridget! You get what you want, don’t you? 

“Hold your tits together, slave, I’m going to rub my cock between them and flood my cum all over them. Then, you can rub my precious fluids into your aching tits to get some relief,” he said to her.

She knew better than to believe that. Sure enough, when he had spent himself, he squeezed a large dab of Ben Gay onto each nipple and told her to smear the slimy liquids on the already hurting orbs.

She also knew better than to make a fuss because while his massive, naked, chest hovered over her face and tits, he slid his still fully engorged cock into her slippery cunt, driving her crazy with lust. His pace quickened after a moment and, once again he slammed into her fiercely and successively while her tits blazed with mind-boggling fire. 

“Don’t you dare, make a sound. Don’t you dare say a word. Don’t you dare cum, slut, or I’ll whip your tits again,” he shouted as he exploded into her again. With all the energy and self control she had within her, Bridget held back the release she so desperately needed. 

“You are a good slave, Bridget. You are the best! You may cum now, sweetheart,” he said softly.

She knew full well not reach for him or to touch him, but she bucked and snapped her hips with such abandon that when she finally settled down, he knew she was emotionally and physically sated.

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Part # 2

Sister Sadie had a definite dominant streak, which was all the more evident when she was put in charge of young girls, as was now the case with Bridget. Sadie had been extremely successful as a teacher, bringing Bridget along regarding her diction and use of the English language. After more than a year of lessons, Bridget could read, write, and think clearly in English; she was a smart girl.

Sadie explained the concepts of years in an average lifetime, months in a year, weeks in a month, days in a week, hours in a day, minutes in an hour and, seconds in a minute. She made Bridget watch a clock tick and pointed out that each tick represented one second of time. She placed her in strict hog-tie positions for hours on end with a clock in front of her face. She reinforced the idea of time passing by binding Bridget’s elbows together behind her and, forcing Bridget to tell her how long she had been bound in minutes and seconds.  Bridget was a quick learner. She got the idea of time and how to read a clock and how to predict when certain everyday human events were likely to occur.

She also had to learn other subjects: For math mistakes, Sadie made her count/add/multiply/divide strokes of the whip.  Difficult lessons to be sure, as her heart-shaped ass was left crimson day-after-day.

Sadie next decided to introduce the idea of ages, weights and measures. Of course, Bridget had no idea how old she was and certainly didn’t grasp the idea of age. Patiently, Sadie showed Bridget pictures of babies, children, young people, and older people.  She explained how the passage of time was involved in the concept of aging.

The next lesson was for Sadie to help Bridget determine, within a reasonable margin of error, just how old she herself was. Sadie was patient with Bridget. She started with the assumption that Bridget was about nine or ten years old when she was taken from her parents. She pressed Bridget to think about the cold and snowy winters in Germany, and said that the time differential from one winter to the next was one full year. She made Bridget write down what she could recall about the winters in her native land and how many might have come and gone while she was there.

The exercise was daunting, but Bridget eventually felt she could account for at least ten winters before she was taken from her Master and Mistress. She recalled spending another four winters with Adam.

Bridget’s skin was flawless and her muscle tone was perfect. Since no accurate date of birth was evident Sadie believed Bridget was about twenty-four years old; an age which corresponded well to her physical condition. To be more precise, Sadie, making a command decision, decided that Bridget was born on March the tenth. Bridget measured out to be 5 foot 8 and weighed 127 pounds.

Learning geography was a challenge. Sadie concentrated on the basics. For drill, Bridget was required to place a pin on a map in the correct position for each ocean and continent. When she failed to place the pin correctly, Sadie pressed the pin into Bridget’s thigh. Country locations were next, and then States. When Bridget didn’t respond to her lessons, Sadie made her hold her hands out in front of her and beat them with a ruler. The pin pricks and palm slaps encouraged Bridget to think quickly on her feet.

Sadie made sure Bridget knew she had been born and raised in Germany but, was living in the United States. Getting her to understand measurements, math and distance, such as how far Germany was from the US, was a matter for future lessons.

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Part # 3

Despite her great success in the “classroom,” Adam was not at all finished with his own training of Bridget.  She couldn’t get enough of him. Any time he spent with her and, anything he did to her was flattering, perhaps even gratifying, to her. Her body looked like a piece of incredibly erotic sculpture. Every part of her seemed to be an erogenous zone. She had natural athletic ability with extremely powerful legs and arms, combined with great flexibility; Adam was determined to use those attributes to his erotic advantage.

When he was working at home, Adam, would bind her in tension filled positions for hours on end. Often, clad only in heels and a head harness tightly fastened to the ceiling of his office, he would stretch her body to emphasized her ample tits and strong core. He would only have to look at her briefly in that position before he would become fully aroused.  Since her hands were free, he would require her to apply a warm erotic lotion on her tits and cunt and oblige her to pull her cunt lips apart for easy entry. She was tall enough for him to then penetrate her cunt or ass to get the relief he desperately needed. She was proud to be able to bring her master the pleasure she knew he received from her.

Adam moved his cock slowly in and out of her ass, he played aggressively with her tits. “Master, may I speak freely, Sir?” she asked quietly as he moved within her.

“Yes, slave, you may speak freely, but you must understand, I require you to be courteous and deferential whenever you speak to me. Do you know what the word ‘deferential’ means?”

“Sir, Sister Sadie, told me I always had to be very polite to you or I would be punished; that you would really hurt me if I didn’t talk to you just right. I think that’s what deferential means, Sir. Talking like a slave should talk.”

“Very good slave! So yes, go ahead and tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Master, Sir. I remember you told me that you love me and I know what that word means now. I love you too, Sir, and, I am so proud to be your slave girl. I’m probably not supposed to be proud at all, but Sister Sadie just taught me that word a few weeks ago and I knew right away that word fit my feelings real well, Sir. Will you let me love you and will you let me be proud to be your slave, Sir?”

The conversation was getting interesting to Adam.  He managed to reach around Bridget with both hands and spread her cunt lips wide while he was still fucking her ass. She was sopping wet. He began to rub her clit ever so tenderly, and he could feel her legs and core tremble as he worked his fingers into and on her.

“Don’t you dare cum, slave. Keep on talking now. Don’t stop your train of thought just because I’m playing with your ass and clit. Go ahead.”

“Oh, god, Master. You have my clit in such a state. I’m not sure what I had on my mind any more. But, I am positive that if I don’t think about  keeping under control, I’m sure to have a cum and, you would be very disappointed in me if I did that without your permission, wouldn’t you, Sir?”

“Do you really want to cum, slave girl?”

“Please! Please Sir! Pleaeeese let me cum now, Master. I beg you, pleaeese let me cum!”

“Do you want to get your own fingers in the act or, do you want me to finish off what I started, slave girl?”

“It doesn’t matter Sir. It really doesn’t matter. Either way, Sir.”

“Tell, me, slave. I want your direct answer, slave girl. How do you want it?”

He was teasing her now and she knew it. His fingers were doing their magic on her but, in reality, she really did want to take over.

“Master, I really would prefer that you play with my tits while I play with my clit, if it pleases you, Sir. Since you asked of course, Sir. May I pleaeeesese cum now, Master?” she pleaded, almost crying.

“Why, sure, slave. If it means that much to you, then go ahead. I want you to cum as many times as you can. Don’t stop to ask for further permission. Let ’er rip, slave girl!” he said sweetly.

The way her body shook during what seemed like an endless cum, he thought she would break the head restraints holding her in a standing position, and gratefully it did stabilize her. Her legs certainly could not have held her without the support of the tethered head restraint, given the four inch height of the stiletto heels she was wearing.

“Slave girl, I was pleased by your earnest begging just now. It gives me pleasure to hear you beg for what you want or need. I want you to work with Sister Sadie to write a small essay on your feelings about begging. If you feel more comfortable you can just talk to Sadie and have her write down what you say. Do you understand what I want, slave?”

“Yes, Sir. You want me to work on my writing and use as the subject, my feelings and attitudes about begging as part of my slave responsibilities to you. Is that right, Sir?”

“That’s right, slave. Now, why don’t you just think about that assignment and hang tight  here for a while longer, while I get some work done.”

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Part # 4

Over the course of the following weeks, Bridget thought about the assignment Master Adam had given her. Sister Sadie was more than willing to write down, in draft form, the thoughts that were on Bridget’s mind but, in the end Bridget had taken the responsibility for authoring her essay.

Dear Master Adam,

Ever since I became you unworthy slave girl I have been impressed with your generosity toward me. It has been my pleasure to serve and service you. What has impressed me most, is you willingness to provide me with food, warmth, shelter, and love. As my master, you don’t have to provide any of those things to me. In fact, as we have discussed, you can whip me or kill me for no reason at all.

I often feel I should beg you for everything I get. It would be only appropriate if you made me beg to be punished for my misbehavior, for breaking your rules, for acting up. You would be right to make me beg to suffer for your entertainment. You would be right to make me plead for mercy when you beat me. You would be right to make me beg you for food and water, and even the place and opportunity to relieve myself on your property.

Begging is a sincere form of a slave’s humility and submission. When you make me beg, I do it freely because it’s what I want to do for you. I need you to think of me as a begging slave, who is not worthy of your personal attention.

You have been so generous to me by even allowing me to have cums when I should be serving only at your pleasure. I am especially honored to beg for the cums you bestow on me. Candidly, the more you make me beg for them, the greater my satisfaction when you finally relent.

So, please Sir, make me beg. Sister Sadie say’s a good master needs to be in firm control of his slave girl. A good slave should beg her Master for everything she gets.  A good slave girl needs to be a submissive slave; broken of her own self will. A good slave girl needs to be put in her place and, needs to know how to beg correctly.

I thank you, Master, for the attention you give this unworthy slave girl. I love you, Sir. I trust I’m a good and begging slave girl for you, Sir. I want to beg for what I need. I’ll beg for your love, and for your attention. I beg for you to make me beg, Sir.

Respectfully,

Your humble, and begging, slave girl,

bridget

When Adam read Bridget’s essay, he practically ejaculated in his excitement.

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Bridget wasn’t one to let things simmer in her mind. She was a girl of action. Once she was clear as to what she needed to say, it didn’t take her long to prostrate herself, naked, in front of her Master. She said, “Master, Sir, may I speak freely again, Sir?”

“Yes, slave girl; you know the rules. Now, get on your knees, don’t look at me, keep your hands behind your head and, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Sir, when I was making my confessions to Father Flagg yesterday, he blessed me with his sacred cum and, told me my body was a temple - your temple, Sir. He said I should visually consecrate and, dedicate my body to you so that it would be obvious to everyone who saw me naked that I was yours. Would that please you, Sir?”

“Yes, I’d like that, but, what did Father Flagg mean by dedicating your body to me. I take you, and torture you now, whenever I want to. What more did he want you to do by way of dedicating your body than that? Did he say?”

“Sir, yes he did give me some ideas. Would you like to hear them, Sir?”

“Tell me, slave, and make it quick!” Adam said sharply.

“Master, I beg you to let me have a tattoo dedicated to you - an identifying sign dedicated to you, and two gold nipple rings also dedicated to you, Sir. A lasting burn mark on my ass, two nipple holes, and an permanent mark over my cunt,  Sir. Father Flagg gave me those ideas, Sir and, he said he would see to it, that if you want him to, he would take care of the details for you. I am so excited about those ideas I beg you Sir, to let me go through with them. What do you wish me to tell him, Sir?”

“Slave, I’m sure Father Flagg would only have my interests in mind in making those offers, but, for this moment I want you to beg me to fuck you right, slave girl! You have me so hot, I want to drill your sweat cunt. Beg me. Lay down with your hands under your ass and beg me to fuck you hard, slave. Spread your legs wide and beg!”

“Oh, Master, I really need you to fuck me Sir. All this talk about branding, and tattoos, and nipple rings have me worked up. Sir, Pleaseee, fuck me, Sir. Then we can talk about the details of my dedications to you, Sir.”

When they both had settled down, Adam said, “Slave girl, you do know how to fuck, I’ll give you that much. Now tell me what kind of a brand do you have in mind?“

“Master, I know that any hot brand will be very, very, painful. I’ve never actually seen one done, but I have a vivid imagination. I’m thinking of a heart shape with the words ‘slave b’ inside of the heart - a brand about the size of the palm of my hand, Sir. You could burn it in on my right  ass cheek. Would that be satisfactory to you, Sir?”

“Let me hear the rest of your plan, slave girl, before I give you my decision. Go on with the rest.”

“Sir, the nipple rings are the easiest, I think, but my longer range plan would be for you to use those rings to pull me toward you when we fuck or to pull them outward when you fuck my ass. And, later, I think you would enjoy having me hooked up to a tit torture machine which would pull the rings in my nipples outward farther and farther. I’ve always had fantasies of getting my nipples longer. Right now they don’t seem large enough or long enough for my tits. How do you feel about them, Sir?”

“I’ll want to hear more about the tit torture machine later, but for now, go on, slave girl! Tell me about the tattoo.”

“I think the tattoo should be written in red right over my cunt. The words should be anything you want them to say, but one idea might be that they say ‘Master Adam’s cunt slave’.

“I beg you to tell me how you feel about all this, Master. I really need to know. I’m trying my best to be a good slave and to make my body a temple dedicated to you, Sir. Please help me do that, please.”

“Slave, I’ve been hesitant to give you nipple rings before, because I didn’t want to risk the rings getting caught up on a single tail whip. That could cause real damage to your beautiful tits. But, nipple rings are like ear rings and I could have you remove them before I beat you, I suppose. So, yes, let’s go forward with the nipple rings. Tell Father Flagg that I want nice gold rings - not too delicate and, not too thick. Tell him to take you to the best shop in town for that sort of thing, and I want Sister Sadie to keep your nipples clean and healthy during the healing period.

“I’m not thrilled about the branding idea. That would permanently mar your lovely skin and will certainly have a negative effect on my inclination to beat you where I most likely would want to use a whip, crop, or paddle.  So that’s a firm ‘no,’ at least for now.

“I kind’a like the tattoo plan. And, the words you suggested are just right. Ask Father Flag to set up an appointment with the best tattoo artist in the area for that. No body fucks you before I do after that work is done, not even Father Flagg, understand, slave girl?

“In fact, I may even have a party for some of my best friends to show you off after all that work is finished to my satisfaction.”

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Part # 6

Father Flagg made the mistake of getting the tattoo first, because until that delicate space healed fully and properly, he had to wait his turn to fuck her. Adam was pleased with the results. The artist did a great job -  neat and legible yet small enough to be covered by a bikini bottom if she was ever allowed to wear one. And, the old guy had the time of his life doing it too.

Bridget had always been sensitive about her nipples. Since her areolas were stretched tight because of the injections she had received, her nipples never seemed big enough in contrast to the tits themselves. She hoped that she could extend them, over time, with the aid of her new nipple rings. Then she had to explain to Adam about the tit torture devise she had in mind.

“Master, may I speak freely again, Sir?” She inquired after the ring holes had healed.

“You know the rules, slave girl, go ahead!”

“A few weeks ago, Sir, I mentioned that once my nipple rings were in place, and in good physical condition, I thought you might want to get a tit torture device which would supplement my new rings. You hadn’t heard of such a thing and told me to tell you about them one of these days. Are you ready now for me to explain what I had in mind, Sir?”

“Go on, slave girl. Make it quick!”

“Sir, the tit torture devise, is known by different names. I’ve read about several designs but they really all do the same job. Some are primarily made of wood, some metal, and some of vinyl tubing. Let me read what one advertisement had to say about the devise.

“The base plate is made to rest between a girls tits and a threaded rod fits into the base plate. A cross bar screws up and down on the threaded rod. At the ends of the cross bar is a monofilament line which has a clip which can be attached to a girls nipples. As the hand screw on the threaded rod is turned, the tension on the clips is increased and pulls the nipples forward. Each full turn of the hand screw moves the bar forward one-sixteenth of an inch.”

“Sir, it seems that most of the devises come with an optional neck strap so the devise can be used while the girl is standing up. I‘ve had visions of having you use this contraption on me since I first saw it, Sir. I’m sure when the tension is increased, it could make things very much out of the ordinary for the girl involved. Do you want me to ask Father Flagg to get us one?” she asked sheepishly.

The gadget arrived at the mansion in an unmarked package in less than ten days. Bridget’s heart raced as she brought the unopened parcel to Adam. Adam actually smiled to himself - he knew she was excited because he could see her heart beating from within the walls of her well developed chest.

He laid the gadget out on his desk. It had all the features she had described to him earlier. “On your knees slave. Who do you think you are standing here watching me like that?” he shouted.

“Master, I am so very sorry. I ask for your forgiveness, Sir. There is no excuse for this unworthy slave’s behavior right now, Sir. I beg you to whip me. Whip me hard. I deserve no less from you, Sir,” she said with obvious sincerity.

“Come here and lay across my lap, slave. I’m just going to spank your little ass. But, you will know you have been spanked. Now count for me so I know how many more strokes you will get.”

The spanking began. Bridget held back her tears until she couldn’t control herself any longer. Her sobbing wasn’t so much from the pain of her blazing ass, as it was for disappointing her dear Master. Seeing her tears Adam fucked her in every hole. She knew she had been forgiven.

Later, Adam told her to develop her tolerance to the new devise on her own time, as he would have several of his friends to the mansion to have a social evening and, to see how the thing worked -- she would be the solo model. Bridget wasn’t sure what her Master had in mind, but figured she needed to spend time stretching her tits and nipples often because she knew that Master Adam would soon test her to the limit.

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Part # 7

Adam had not, as yet, shown Bridget off to his friends in the custom made, erotic, leather outfit he had created for her. The outfit had been especially designed to show off her superb figure. The bra, if it could be called a bra, held her huge tits high on her chest while at the same time causing her to feel the pain of the built-in, sharp metal shards which dug into those over-ripe orbs. While he hadn’t even considered the tit torture devise at the time, he had the bra made with cut outs for her nipples.

The cincher tapered her waist to a stunning 22 inches. The leather helmet cut off her vision although she could speak through the wide opening left for her mouth. When she wore thigh-high stockings, and her 5 inch, stiletto, heels, she looked like a perfect, real-life, Barbie Doll. It was in this outfit that Adam was also going to demonstrate the power of the tit torture devise Bridget had so eloquently begged him to get for her.

He gave Bridget two weeks to be prepared for her grand performance in his movie projection room. The leather outfit and tit torture devise seemed made for each other. Bridget would have Sister Sadie to help her dress and act as her attendant for the evening. He invited three of his best chums and Father Flag to the event.

When all the guests were seated in the plush theater chairs and, were properly wined and dined, Sadie led Bridget onto the small stage of the sound proofed room. Sadie, as usual, had added her special touches to the outfit Bridget was wearing; namely remote vibrators for Bridget’s cunt and ass. She also had Bridget’s arms pinned behind her so as to provide an exaggerated uplift to her tits.

The tit devise itself was stabilized, perpendicular to the floor, by a rod from Bridget’s wide neck brace. Sadie had turned the tension knob to the point where the monofilament line, which was secured to her new nipple rings, was taut but, without tension. She would turn the knob four quarter turns to pull Bridget’s nipples and tits outward one quarter of an inch. To be sure, her tits were encased in leather and were not subject to much outward extension - most of the tension would be extracted on her nipples alone.

The design of Bridget’s outfit was described and the logistics of the evening explained to the guests. Each were urged to encourage Bridget through her pending ordeal. A red silk scarf was placed in Bridges finger tips. She was to have sole discretion to tell Sadie to move the turn screw one quarter turn, or to hold it in place, every 30 seconds. When she dropped the scarf the ordeal was over.

The men wagered $1,000 each to get in on the bet as to how many times Bridget would let Sadie move the turn screw one quarter turn before the scarf fluttered to the floor. Each man placed his wager in ink on a single slip of paper. Whoever got the closest to the actual number of quarter turns Bridget allowed, without going over, would win the $4,000 pot. Adam was excluded from the bet.

The theater lights were dimmed and, Bridget was drawn to the center of the room. An audible gasp was heard when the men saw the unbelievable sight before them - Bridget in her leather outfit and heels. Each wrote a number on a sheet of paper and Adam collected the pens with which they wrote. He loved those guys but, didn’t trust them as far as he could throw them.

“Are you ready for your ordeal, slave girl?” Adam asked.

“Yes, Master, I’m ready and, eager to start,” she replied softly.

“It’s in your hands, slave, say ‘move,’ when you’re ready.”

Sadie moved the knob but not much happened, at least to the eyes of the guests. Several more turns and Bridget’s aureoles could be seen peaking out more directly from the holes in the spiked bra.  At turn number eight, Bridget’s nipples were becoming distended but she didn’t seem to be suffering any ill effects. At turn number twelve, Bridget began to shudder in pain as her nipples were pulled to an extreme length. Her legs began to quiver and the men in the room began to shout obscene encouragements for her to continue.

In less than ten minutes Bridget dropped the red scarf and the men cheered and applauded in appreciation. The kept up the cheers and catcalls to make sure Sadie didn’t loosen the device too soon. After about two minutes of unbearable tension on Bridget’s nipples, Sadie could hear the sobs coming from the helmet and, released the strain and removed the device from Bridget’s body. In all, Sadie had turned the knob 16 quarter turns and Father Flagg won the bet. Sadie quickly applied soothing healing cream and comforted Bridget, her most unique student.

“On your knees, Slave girl, it’s time to relieve some engorged cocks. Get busy,” said Adam.

Adam was first in line. He took Bridget’s helmeted head in his hands and drove his thick cock down her throat in one quick thrust. It didn’t take much time  for him to unload his pent up jism down Bridget’s well practiced mouth. She didn’t spill a drop. 

The next man in line, slid his cock into Bridget and looked quickly at Adam. “What’s going on here?” he asked. “I’ve never felt my cock slide so easily into any girl before.“ He didn’t stop his plunging motion to wait for an answer and was still panting as he removed himself for the next waiting cock.

The looks of amazement from each man continued until Father Flagg had his turn. He looked like he had figured out the mystery and announced proudly, “This fucking angel doesn’t have any natural teeth anymore. When her false teeth are removed there’s nothing to get in the way and, she can open up completely. What a great idea! What a great sensation! Did I guess it right, Adam?”

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The End of Chapter #2

Note # 1: The last two chapters of this story took a lot of time to unfold on paper the way I wanted. Thanks to those who stayed with it to the conclusion of this chapter.

Note # 2:  I appreciate comments I receive from my readers, especially those from submissive women who enjoy my work or, who  want to explore a cyber relationship with me.   biggreek100@aol.com.)  

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