Stacey’s Job

       “Welcome to Hotel Le Casa De La Sol. My name is Cristina. I hope you are all ready to have fun this coming week. There will be sun, swimming pool’s, parties, fun and games and most importantly… Alcohol. If you would like to follow Alfonso here he will show you to the reception where you should sign in. I will be at the poolside bar at three this afternoon where I will outline the activities available to you this week and where all the best parties will be at. On behalf of this Hotel Le Casa De La Sol I hope you enjoy your stay”

       It’s funny. You’d think Cristina would have grown bored of saying the same thing week after week, or even the fact that she’s faced with a group of young alcoholics every week who have only one thing on their mind. Sex. Sitting by the pool with a Margarita I looked over the new arrivals. It was always the same age group of eighteen to twenty-five year olds who went on these sort of holidays. There were the typical group of handsome guys, already eyeing up the cheer-leader types. The average girl with her best friend the fat girl. Partly there because she helped her look better than average and more attractive. Well lets face it. If you were an attractive guy and you had just had an unlucky night of pulling at the club and then you were faced with a choice of the two it wouldn’t be a hard choice. I smiled to myself as I started making a few notes.

       Perhaps I should introduce myself. I can guess a few of you may be a little confused. My name is Stacey and I have been staying at this Hotel on and off for the last two years since I moved from England. England did not hold the best memories for me so when this job opportunity arose I jumped at the chance. Some of you would say that sitting by a pool in a Country that is most of the time sunny whilst drinking margarita’s would be a fantastic job to have. Well you’d be right. It is fantastic to sit in the sun enjoying my drink whilst watching the new guests arrive. However that’s only the half of it. I am employed by a company, which for very understandable reasons I can’t name, that “acquired” young ladies and men from holidays like this around Europe and sold them to the highest bidder. My job was to train the young ladies to however their new lesbian owner would want them. It had been pretty simple so far most were only interested in one thing which ironically was the same as what most of the holiday goers came here for. Sex. Now don’t think of me too badly. A job is a job and this one happens to pay me very well, not to mention the fact I get eight months off a year at the moment and there are plenty of worse people than myself out there. Like the buyers. I like to think of myself as helpful to these people as I’m showing them what their life would consist of from then onwards. Besides as soon as they’ve been trained and they’re out my hands they are none of my business and of no concern to me. Some of you may still think of me as heartless, perhaps even a monster and it wouldn’t help my case to say that I enjoy my work very much. But that’s me and there’s a reason why I’ve become what I am but I won’t go into that. Now, time to finish my drink and see which of the holiday goers will be my project’s for the next couple of weeks.

       I kept a room at the hotel where the Company can tell my assignments. Of course the training wasn’t done here. I don’t think I’d be able to explain the loud sobs and screams. I trained the girls at my place which was less than a mile along the coast line, it was one of those very huge villas that everyone dream’s of owning and whilst I don’t own it, the company did and my rent and bills were paid for by them. Sitting on the balcony I heard a knock on the door. Looking towards the door I could see an envelope had been slid underneath. I knew the person who had slid it was probably half way out of the hotel by now so there was no point in opening the door. Instead I just picked up the envelope and sat back out on the balcony and opened it. First there was a typed letter from my Boss who simply called himself Mr Smith. It wasn’t original but from a guy who owned a company that snatched people and sold them I didn’t expect that guy to have a huge sense of humour.

Stacey.

I would like to congratulate you on the last two graduates. Their new teachers have expressed to me how happy they are with the progress and both have paid a little extra which of course some of that amount will be passed on to you. Please find enclosed the details on your two new students for the next coming weeks. Both will be at the club Oxygen tonight. Also in this envelope is some Rhypnol which you will spike their drinks with. My guys will take care of the rest and you will find them at your Villa early this morning. Carry on the with the good work and you will be rewarded further.

Mr Smith.

PS. It’s probably best that you burn this letter.

       I had a little giggle to myself at the little bit at the bottom. Perhaps Mr Smith did have a sense of humour after all. Still laughing to myself I pulled out my old Zippo lighter which ironically enough what it was that had helped me give up smoking a year ago and I’ve kept it as a trophy. Besides I always thought Zippos made a sexy accessory. Once the letter was no more I had a look at the sheet with information on the first of the girls. On the top left was a picture that showed a very attractive young girl with long blonde hair. From the picture I would guess that she was in the younger bracket of the holiday goers and was probably around eighteen years old. I read further on.

Name: Tricia Johnson

Age: 18

Info: On holiday with her friends celebrating her own and her twin sister’s eighteenth birthday.

Buyer Info: The buyer wants her as a pet. Specifically one with catlike habits. On collection Tricia must be on all fours at all times, will not talk other than ‘meow’ and will show catlike habits. Her new owner also wants her clitoris, tongue and nipples to be pierced and would also like the slut to be wearing a pink collar with a tag which will be provided to you.

       I looked over the paper once more. This was going to be fun and indeed very challenging. This was the first girl I would have to do more than show how to pleasure a woman. Already with ideas flowing through my head I moved on to the next girl. I found myself looking at what I assumed was the same picture. The name told me otherwise. Jennifer Johnson. Oh so this was the twin sister. Holding the two pieces of paper together I tried to find something to tell them apart but there was nothing that I could see straight away.

Name: Jennifer Johnson

Age: 18

Info: Refer to information on Tricia.

Buyer Info: The twins were both brought by the same owner who wanted to experiment with something new. The owner would like Jennifer to take on the personality of a very eager slut. She must be constantly aroused and willing to agree to anything for release. The owner has stated that the girl must not be able to experience an orgasm without her permission. The girl must be made to look trashy yet attractive. The two girls who are already very close to each other must be very happy to pleasure each other and sexually interact with each other with Jennifer possibly given the opportunity to dominate over her pet sister. Also the owner is not sure if this is possible but she wants them both to feel as much shame about what they are as they can but with no control over their actions.

       Oh this was definitely going to be fun. I always took pride in the results of my work and this was defiantly going to be a challenge. You may think that some of the requirements may be impossible but you’d be wrong. I am a very skilled in psychology. One form of my skill is hypnotism. Some of you may laugh but Hypnotism is real if done by people who have a very high understanding of the human mind. It’s not like that fake shit you see done by people who call themselves hypnotists and pretend to get people to run around the room clucking like chickens. It’s much more deeper. You need to see how someone responds to something, bend their will. Make them want to do what you want them to. I needed time to prepare and to revise over the information and some more time to plan what I needed to do to break these girls. I left the hotel room and headed to my Villa to get myself ready for tomorrow. I would also have to head to Oxygen tonight to meet the girls myself before they were captured.

       Amazing. The site of my house in this country never ceased to amaze and impress me no matter how many times I saw it.

       “It’s a lovely place you have here Señora” The taxi driver said with awe and a bit of jealousy he couldn’t quite hide. I quickly paid him and thanked him for the lift. Once inside I spent the next few hours preparing the basement of the Villa which will be the girls’ new home over the next few weeks.

       A few hours later I was finished with the basement and had a rough plan of what to do with the two girls. It was now time to get ready and to see them for myself tonight. But first. A nice warm shower. Undressed, I made my way to the shower. I often walked around the house naked. What with it being on a cliff overlooking the beach out the way of the main strip of the bars and clubs it was quiet here and besides I never expected visitors. I was also very comfortable with my body. I exercised daily and kept myself trim and healthy. Also living out here I was almost permanently tanned. Stepping into the shower I let the warm water soak down me clearing my mind of all anxiety about the night ahead. All the planning earlier had excited me as well and I couldn’t resist pushing my hand down and gently massaging my pussy. My thoughts were of the activities that I had planned for the next two days and god they were really beginning to turn me on. Just thinking of the two girls and what I had planned was enough to send me over the edge and my body shuddered as waves of pleasure and excitement rolled through me.

       Satisfied after the release, I finished off in the shower and towelled myself dry. I had already picked out a stunning, black one piece dress which barely covered my lingerie panties which were matching in colour and got dressed before calling my taxi.

       The Taxi arrived pretty quickly and I was happy it was the same friendly driver from earlier. Over the time I’ve lived here I’ve often had this driver and we got friendly with each other though he’d never made an advance thankfully. Though I’d never had many offers from guys in my life before. I wondered if I was always destined to become a lesbian. I had my first relationship with a girl three years ago when I was sixteen. I wasn’t sure what had got me into it but it just felt right. I’d had two short relationships with a couple of guys before but they had ended badly and I was looking for a new guy to have a relationship when I was at this party but I got speaking to this young girl called Lisa. The relationship lasted for three months and they were the happiest months of my life until she had to move away with her parents. We had kept in touch for a while but when I had moved over here last year I had lost her details. A shame. I would have to go back to my Parents house soon. My Mother hadn’t heard from me apart from A Christmas Card I sent last year with no return address. It was the first time I’d contacted her since I’d moved over here. There was a reason I didn’t want to speak to her up until then. Thank Fuck he’s gone now.

       “We’re here Stacey” The driver said in his thick Spanish accent.

I thanked him and tipped him generously as normal. Club Oxygen was packed as always and the queue stretched back quite a way. Thank God the company had got me onto the Oxygen’s VIP member list. The first time I came here it impressed me immensely. The Club had been done up a couple of years ago and it looked amazing. It didn’t take me long to spot the Girl’s and their friends already wrecked off their faces strutting their stuff on the dance floor. It seemed their party was planned as a fancy dress party and the theme was somewhat typically a 80’s School Disco. The twins looked adorably slutty in their low cut shirts with identical happy 18th Birthday Badges and very short dresses. Their blonde hair in pigtails, they were definitely the pick of their friends and you could already see a number of young men eying them up from the bar. This was going to be so easy. I was going to randomly bump into one of the twins, then noticing it was their Birthday I would then offer them both a drink, knowing that they were way past the point of caring about taking drinks from strangers. I waited until they went for the inevitable bathroom break and waited by the end of the bar opposite the toilets waiting for the two girls to come back out. They were in there for at least ten minutes before they made their way back out. From the look of the watery, bloodshot eyes of the twins it looked like the consumed alcohol had made a come back. Still they looked in high spirits and definitely still in a party mood. How soon that would change. I waited until they started heading for the bar before I made my way over to them giving the impression I was heading to the toilets.

       “Oh I’m Sorry”

It was Tricia I bumped into. It was only up close you could notice the slight difference between the two faces.

       “No problem” She answered. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. It was probably my fault”

       Aww how sweet and innocent, even with the drunken slurring. I made an obvious look at her badge.

       “Oh. Happy Birthday. Both of you. Let me buy you a drink. What’s your drink of choice?” I asked with a faked enthusiasm.

       “We’ll have two Bacardi Breezers thank you.”

I was right. That was very easy. I went to the bar and ordered the two Bacardi’s then waited a minute for the barman to move down the other side before I discretely added the two tablets into the two drinks.

       “Here you go girls. Enjoy your evening”

Smiling to myself I took my seat at the bar again keeping a close eye on the girls. Immediately they went straight back to the dance floor. I sat watching the two girls drinking away. It didn’t take long for the drugs to take effect and the girls started slowing in their dancing, tripping occasionally. I saw the two of them excuse themselves from their group making an obvious move for the toilet. This was the opportunity I was waiting for. I rushed up behind them.

       “Hey Girls how’s it going?” I asked innocently.

       “We’re not doing so well” Tricia answered looking drowsy with Jennifer leaning lazily on her shoulder.

       “Oh it looks like it. Too much to drink? There‘s a VIP area in this club I should be able to get you in if you need to sit down for a little”

       “Oh that would be great thank you.”

       So trusting. So innocent. If the money for this job wasn’t that great I might actually feel a twinge of guilt. I led them through a corridor to the fire exit which I knew would have been left open as it was where the workers usually had a quick smoking break. I opened it and took in the shock on the girl’s faces as they realised they had been tricked.

       “Trev, Simon. They’re ready” I shouted out into the quiet car park.

Within seconds Trevor and Simon made their way swiftly over to me. They easily grabbed the two girls covering their mouths so they couldn’t scream. It became easier for them as the drug started doing it’s tricks and the girls pretty much collapsed into the back of the parked Van. Now that was done, now to show my face back in the bar so that the twin’s friends can see me. That way hopefully they will not suspect me. I took my seat back at the bar and waved at them before ordering another drink. It seemed the friends of the twin’s had found some young guys to dance with. That should distract them for a bit. I quickly finished my drink and left the club opting to walk back to the hotel and enjoy the cool evening air and the sights of this place at night.

       I awoke early the next morning and packed my bag with the little amount of clothes and toiletries I had brought with me. Under a false name of Sue I signed out at the reception before calling a cab back to mine. Once their I dumped my bag and opened a letter there that had been left by the Company. It contained some extended notes on the two Girls which I read through briefly before I walked down to the basement. I was impressed at the work the Company had done here to make this place what it was. It turned out that they had this Villa built from their own plans. The basement was huge and contained pretty much every kinky accessory that I ever needed for my job. It was split into four rooms with no window into the next. Perfect at times for what I needed.

        I found the girls unconscious still from the night before hanging by their arms from the ceilings completely naked, gagged and blindfolded in two of the separate rooms in the basement. That was going to help. With each of the twins not knowing the fate of the other it would help me break them. Say if Tricia could hear Jennifer scream or give in it would help speed up the process. The Brain is a powerful thing and my talent of manipulating it to do what I want would work much quicker if the Brain didn’t put up much of a fight. I had already worked out that Tricia was the stronger of the two twins so I decided to start with Jennifer. If Tricia saw Jennifer break it would help me break her. Moving to Jennifer’s new room I started caressing her gently saying her name softly attempting to wake her. About five minutes later she arose from her slumber and groggily moaned into the gag in confusion. I could only imagine the instant shock and fear that she would have felt. She was blinded and gagged. She could not move her arms and she could feel her legs hanging with no contact on the ground. The more she took in of her situation the louder the moans became in the gag.

       “Quiet Slut.” I raised my voice and instantly she became quiet, both terrified and curious by the sound of my voice.

       “That’s better. Now I know you’re scared and probably confused right now but I feel it would benefit you better to know what’s going on sooner rather than later.”

       I could feel the girl shiver involuntary at the sound of my voice. I liked it. I loved the feeling of control it gave me. The power. The young, some what innocent and scared girl in front of me knew she was in trouble. The fact she wasn’t sobbing still was due to the fact she was more confused than scared right now. I knew she was turning over the situation in her head. I wasn’t a guy so she wasn’t kidnapped for rape. Did I want to Kill her? Or was I just desperate for companionship? None of these were true of course and unfortunately for the young girl before me they would have been better for her. Still one or two of the girls I had trained had come to enjoy or at least have learned to cope with their new life.

       “The simple fact is that you have been brought. You may have heard of young Women being sold into slavery or prostitution from some of the rougher places in Europe and this is a bit like that. Just a bit more higher class.” I let loose a small laugh at the private joke before continuing. “Whilst you will not be used for such extreme measures such as Prostitution you do belong to the Lady who brought you and she will use you how she sees fit and believe me the way she wants you will be very fun for you indeed.”

       I watched her take in the information and how her face had froze when she had heard what I had to say. She began begging uncontrollably into her gag. It was expected. The first stage someone would go through would be denial that something like this was happening to them, followed by desperation when they had accepted that they were in a situation and they tried to bargain with everything they could. Of course I couldn’t make sense of what she was offering but I guessed it was something along the lines of money. That was usually the case.

       “Sorry nothing you can offer will change what is to become of you. I will leave you for a bit now to let you think over what I’ve just told you. Remember nothing can be done to change this so it would be easier for you if you can accept the situation and prepare yourself mentally for your new life. I’ll be back later.”

       I walked out of the room closing the door behind me and had to take a minute to calm down. I was getting too excited. Still, I would have my fun later. First to break them.

       I could hear Tricia moaning into the gag as I approached the door. Good, no need to wait for her to wake.

       “Good Morning Tricia. How are we this morning?”

       This stopped her moaning for a second. Now I had to be quick here and not dwell too much on her near perfectly formed naked body in front of me. The twins were identical it seemed in there habits as well as their looks. Both obviously worked out and looked after themselves by eating healthily. Still. The point here was to have her fear for her sister. After reading the extended notes I had received earlier I learnt that Tricia was the more protective and sensible of the two. It would be in her nature to think of her Sister before herself. If she could see that her Sister had been broken there would be nothing left to fight for other than to make sure she can keep her Sister safe. Using that I could get Tricia to break by threatening to keep her away from her Sister.

       “Now I’m guessing you’re confused and probably scared out of your mind right now Tricia so I’m just going to give it to you straight. You and your Sister have both been brought. It’s unfair on the both of you I know but I think it would be better if you choose not to fight it. I think your Sister has already accepted this fact and is I believe looking forward to her new life. So on that bombshell” I suppressed a laugh before continuing. “I’m going to leave you here to think that over whilst I go and have some fun with your Sister.”

       Tricia went straight into hysterics as I left laughing. It was going as planned. It won’t be too hard to transform Jennifer into the slut that her new owner is dreaming of the challenging thing will be turning Tricia into an obedient pet. She’s strong, that much was obvious. Turning over options I moved back to Jennifer.

       Jennifer was silent as I walked into her room. Anxious for me to speak, obviously hoping I’d had a turn of heart or a sudden attack of conscience and had decided to let them go. Not a chance. Now was time to work my magic.

       “So Jennifer. Have you come to accept what is to become of you?” I asked and laughed as she started sobbing into her gag again.

       “Right obviously not. Well I’m going to take off your blindfold and get rid of that gag but you must not scream. Not that anyone would hear you anyhow. Still it would annoy me.”

       She had frozen as my hands approached and I couldn’t resist stroking her soft skin as I removed the blindfold which caused her to shiver. I saw her eyes wide with fear as I removed the gag and instantly the first thing she did as expected was to scream. I let her scream for a few seconds, knowing that Tricia would hear her. After hearing her scream for help for the third time I slapped her hard across the face.

       “I thought I told you not to scream” I shouted at her.

       The shock on her face was priceless. At least it stopped her screaming for a minute but as soon as she had recovered she started begging.

       “I’ve told you. Nothing you can offer will interest me. Now be quiet.”

       She ignored me. Still offering money, saying she won’t say anything to the police about me. I slapped her again and she started crying. Good. This will really effect Tricia. I walked away from her to the corner of the room where a cupboard was and reached in whilst she watched warily with tears in her eyes curious in what I was up to. Inside the cupboard was a through adult toys which could be used for pain or pleasure. I pulled out some clothes pegs and some nipple clips and took in the confused look on Jennifer’s face. Opening the clips I held them up to her though it wasn’t until I hovered the open clip above her needle that she saw what was about to happen. Again she started screaming and thrashing her body around but it only took one of my arms to control her as I got the clip into position and let the teeth bite down on to the nipple. With Jennifer temporarily defeated and screaming in pain it was easy to repeat the process on the other nipple. Jennifer was in hysterics now screaming from the pain and humiliation she felt in being unable to protect herself. I watched her struggle against the binds in obvious pain for a little before I spoke again.

       “Quiet.” And when she did not obey I slapped her again across the face. This seemed to work as she calmed herself down a little though I imagine the shock of the pain from the clips I had put onto her nipples had faded a little.

       “Good. You need to obey little slut if you wish to avoid more pain. Now stick your tongue out.”

       She delayed a little which is understandable it was a bit of a random thing for me to say but still she didn’t obey. Another slap to the face which was now starting to turn a warm shade of red.

       “I’ll do it” She screamed. “Please don’t slap me again”

       She reluctantly stuck her tongue out and when she noticed that I had reached for a clothes peg she immediately stuck it back in.

       “Please no” She began begging again.

       It seemed I had been too easy on her. I picked up the ball gag and forced her to open her mouth by pinching her nose so I could stick it back in. I then wrapped the blindfold around her eyes again. I started softly and quietly by attaching a few clothespins on some of the tender parts of her body. Her Ears, Neck, Armpits, just above the eyes. She started screaming into the gag as I gently pulled on one of her pussy lips before attaching a few more. I quickly walked back over the cupboard and retrieved some tape. Pulling open her pussy lips by the pegs I taped the pegs securely on to each of her inner thighs exposing her open pussy which was surprisingly getting wet from the attention it was receiving. Moving on I gently caressed her clit before attaching another peg there which had her screaming more frantically. Now prepared I walked behind her watching as she turned her head trying follow my footsteps. Just so she knew better next time than to disobey a spanking was in order. Whilst she was still moaning in pain into the gag I started a full on assault on her bum and the back of her thighs. It was obvious she still didn’t have a high pain threshold as she was screaming after just five hits. I was beginning to think that maybe I was harsh in thinking of around fifty hits. Nah. Definitely not.

       “Next time you’ll know better than to disobey” I half shouted over her cries of pain when I had finished whilst getting the Digital Camera from the cupboard.

       “Say Cheese” I laughed and took a few pictures of her before leaving her crying with the pegs and the clips still attached.

       Tricia’s room was silent as I approached. Obviously she had been listening to what she could involving her sister. This was only going to be a short visit but it was necessary in breaking Tricia. Removing her blindfold I looked into her eyes. Unlike her Sister’s earlier they did not show the fear she felt. The fear was carefully hidden behind the hatred she felt for me. I did not speak to her but instead I set up a Laptop in the corner of the room which I attached to a large flat screen Television, all courtesy of the company of course. I removed the memory card from the Camera and placed it into the laptop and set it playing full screen on the laptop which was connected to the screen. Her Sister was just staring with shock in her eyes at the screen as she made out that the person in the shot was her Sister. The first picture I had taken had shown the clips on her nipples, her red face from the slaps I had produced earlier. The slideshow moved on to the next shot. A close up of Tricia’s Sister’s private area with the clothes pegs. Having recovered from the initial shock Tricia was now shouting profanities and threats my way. I laughed off the threats.

       “Have fun watching” I said laughing before leaving her room.

       I decided to go upstairs for a little bit leaving Jennifer to think over what she had done in pain and Stacey to the pictures. With the pictures etched into her brain it was going to be much easier to break her. I had barely sat down for five minutes before there was a knock at the door. I walked over to open it to find a couple of boxes left on the doorstep. Surely the Company must trust me enough by now to make these deliveries face to face. Perhaps it was just the delivery boy who was just nervous about being seen. Curious I opened the boxes and found another letter.

       Stacey

       Enclosed in these boxes are some of the things Tricia and Jennifer Johnson’s new owner wishes them to have. Have Fun.

       Mr Smith.

       P.S There’s no need to burn the boxes. Perhaps the letter will need to be burned again though.

       Laughing I thought to myself that Mr Smith continued to surprise me with his humour. Eagerly I opened the first box marked Tricia. Inside the box was a collection of pet related goods. A Collar with the name Princess etched on to the tag, a Leash, A food Bowl, a butt plug with some fur attached which was meant to represent a tail and some pet toys. Oh this was going to be great fun although first I would need to break Jennifer if I was to stand a chance of breaking Tricia. Setting the goods aside I moved on to Jennifer’s box. Inside this box there was a selection of trashy clothes, a vibrator with a key ring attached, some very slutty makeup and some pictures of some tattoos that her owner would like her new slut to have.

       I spent the next hour half watching some Spanish daytime TV which had nothing but some very poor soaps I must admit whilst thinking over my next steps. I think an hour would be enough time for Jennifer to learn to take my threats seriously so I turned off the TV and made my way back down taking Jennifer‘s box down with me.

       Jennifer had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily when I stepped into the room. She was mentally lost in the pain that I had left her in for the past hour so she never noticed me step in.

       “Hello Slut”

       Hey eyes met mine briefly before she looked down on the floor. I smiled to myself as I realised she didn’t want to experience any more pain by saying something that would upset me. Good. She was breaking already.

       “Now are you ready to obey this time?” I asked in a stern voice.

       “Yes. Please take these things off of me”

       Her voice was weak and croaked a bit like she had been crying a lot. Which I imagine she had.

       “I will do soon. If you obey everything I request they will be off soon. If you want that of course. Now, stick out your tongue.”

       I approached her with the peg in hand again and although she flinched a little and withdrew her tongue she saw the look in my eyes and quickly stuck it back out. Happy that she had learned her lesson I stuck the peg on her tongue causing her to let out a little scream of pain and the tears returned.

       “Now close your eyes”

       She delayed again, taken aback by the request.

       “If you want to spend another hour down here after some more slaps from my hand and even more pegs, then go ahead and keep your eyes open.”

       After experiencing an hours worth of pain earlier it was obvious she didn’t want to repeat the experience so she closed her eyes.

       “Now I know you’re in pain. You can feel it all over. I want you to relax, attempt to ignore it. Let me know if you can do that. Don’t speak just nod. Yes or No”

       I watched her nod her head sideways and she winced in pain from the movement of the pegs.

       “Try. You’ll find things easier and you will learn to enjoy it.” I watched her eyes open wider in shock at this statement.

       “Trust me I said. Now unless you want to spend another hour in here under more pain than you can imagine. Not just that. If you continue to act like this I will be forced to tell your owner that you’re not up to the standards. She will be disappointed, that much is obvious. Now you may think of this as a good thing, however you will not be allowed to return to your old life. The Company that sold you will think that you are a threat to them so you will be, I’m afraid to say disposed of.”

       I watched the truth sink in through her eyes. Now she knew the horrible fact that she either had to go through with this or die, either way was ending her life as she knew it but which way would be worse. She was debating how bad being owned could be and it gave me the opportunity I needed.

       “Look. I would prefer it didn’t end up like that however you need to work with me. Now I can prepare you for your new life. I can help you learn how to enjoy it. Now tell me, will you try me again?”

       She nodded yes, wincing slightly again although holding back the tears this time. 

       “Good. Now I need you to feel the pain, really feel it. Concentrate on it. The pain in your face, your breasts, nipples, the pain all over your body. Feel it. All over your body. Individualise it all. Tell me can you feel it?”

       She nodded again.

       “Good. Now you need to control your breathing. Follow my instructions. Now breathe in slowly.” I said it softly. Hoping to help her relax.

       “Hold it. Now release…. And again. Breathe in. Hold it. And out again. Good.”

       I continued this for ten minutes watching her body relax. I got her to continue on her own before walking slowly around her. She had found her bliss. She didn’t even flinch when I gently started massaging her shoulders. Slowly moving down her body I started massaging her breasts. Her breathing deepened. That was a good sign. Continuing the journey down with I moved to her private areas. She was too far in now. She was enjoying this. I didn’t even check to know she was soaking wet.

       “Good continue your breathing. Remember feel the pain. Use it. Pleasure and pain, when you learn to combine the two you will experience far more pleasure than you have ever had before.”

       A sigh of pleasure followed as I started massaging her clit slowly with my tongue. Now she was fully warmed up It was time to move on to the next step. I headed to Jennifer’s box.

       “Please don’t stop.” She whispered softly and I smiled. Yes she was mine.

       “I’ll come back. Don’t worry.”

       Reaching in I picked up the vibrator with the key ring.        

       “Now I’m going to let you down a bit. Just keep breathing.”

       Carefully I untied her from her binds on the ceiling letting her relax her arms a little from the constant stretching. Stroking her softly I told her to raise one Arm and reattached it to the ceiling.

       “Good. Now this is yours.” I said showing her the vibrator. “Use it with your free hand and don’t remove any of the clips or pegs. Remember to continue to control your breathing and focus on the pain, the pleasure. Try not to separate the two.”

       I watched her as she took the vibrator willingly and immediately began using it on herself. Satisfied she wasn’t about to remove all the clips and the pegs I headed over to the cupboard full of the Company’s goodies. Inside was a piercing gun. I’d had to use it a few times in the past on other victims in training so it was no stranger to me but I had to get the timing right here. This bit was crucial. Too early and I may lose all the progress I had made. 

       “Now one more thing. You have to ask me to be allowed to have your orgasm otherwise I will take the vibrator away and spank you some more.”

       “Yes” she mumbled. She was really turned on I could of pretty much asked her to do anything and she would of agreed.

       A few minutes later I was ready in place with the piercing gun and a small gold ring.

       “Miss.” Jennifer started. Obviously at a loss of what to refer to me as. “Miss may I come now”

       “First remove the vibrator” She reluctantly agreed breathing heavily. It was obvious her body was desperate for the release.

       “Now I will bring you to your orgasm. You may feel a little sting.” I suppressed a laugh at my own little joke.

       Moving the gun to her open pussy I tugged slightly on her clit pulling it careful to be as gentle and teasing as I can without pushing her over there and then. When it was in position I let it do it’s work. One quick punch of a needle at an amazing speed and the hole was made. It seemed I had timed it just right as the sharp pain she was feeling had helped her reach climax and I stood back and let the waves of pleasure and pain travel through her body. She was attempting to follow my advice by feeling both the pain and pleasure as one and she was benefiting from it.

       “Now relax. Continue breathing this will sting a bit more”

       She didn’t even open her eyes to see what I was doing and it showed that she was beginning to trust me. Grabbing some alcohol from the cupboard I cleaned her pierced clit to prevent it from infection before inserting the small golden ring. Now gently massaging her clit, hoping to keep her in the same frame of mind I reached for the vibrator out of her hand and used the key ring on it to attach it to her new piercing. The handy thing with the vibrator was that it was remotely operated along with the buttons on it. Using this remote I turned it up to a higher setting and Jennifer sighed a pleasurable sigh in response.

       “Now Jennifer tell me how did that feel.”

       “It was good miss. Really good.”

       “See I wasn’t lying. If you stick with me you’ll learn how to reach that level of pleasure again and again. Now can I trust you enough to let you loose from these bindings. You‘re not allowed to leave this room or remove any of the pegs or clips.”

       “Yes Miss”

       “Good. Now to help you reach that level of pleasure yourself. I’m going to put back on your blindfold and I’m also going to put in some ear plugs and a set of ear muffs over your head. Ok?”

       “Yes Miss”

       “Remember. Control your breathing, focus on the pain, the pleasure. With two of your senses taken away you should be able to focus more on the pain and therefore experience a higher amount of pleasure. Try pulling on the clips on your nipples, flicking the pegs over your body I said as I released her from her bindings and immediately she obeyed in search for another explosion of pleasure like that she had received earlier. She was well on her way to being ready for her new owner, just a few more minor details like not being able to cum by herself. I put on the blindfold and the ear plugs and muffs before I made my way to the door.

       “Good. Now I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

       I didn’t lock the door of the room she was in but I did lock the door to Tricia and also the door to upstairs. Yes she was almost broken and lost in her own world but that didn’t mean she may become ashamed of what she was feeling and begin to concentrate more on what things were like before. God I was feeling a little hot myself, I would have to relieve myself before I took a little kip and made them both some food.

       A couple of hours later I was awoken by the alarm I had set and jumped up. I felt great, this was going really well with Jennifer and that had lifted my spirits. I was even confident that Tricia would be broken soon. It was now eight in the evening and I remembered that they both hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in quite some time. I had specific instructions from the owner what she wanted her two new slaves to eat. Jennifer was to be kept trim and fed things such as fruit and salad for the time being whilst for Tricia, she had to get used to what she would be eating in her new life and that was essentially Cat’s food. I grabbed the two bowls from Tricia’s box and filled one up with water and the other one with the cat food. God it smelt awful. Getting Tricia to eat this was going to be hard. Before heading down to her I made Jennifer up a little salad which I had some ideas for to help her fit into her new role even further.

       “Good Evening Tricia. How are you enjoying the slideshow?”

       Tricia’s face was a story in itself. Her eyes were dark with the images of her sister from the slideshow etched into her brain and they failed to hide the fear and the aching she felt from hanging.

       “Look I brought you some food and water. I’m guessing you must be a little thirsty at least”

       She caught site of the two bowls as I placed them down in the corner of the room and started nodding her head frantically. I removed her gag.

       “You fucking Bitch. There is no way I’m eating that.”

       I slapped her. Hard.

       “Don’t you fucking speak to me like that. You will eat it whether you like it or not. You’re probably feeling immensely hungry already.”

       She was about to argue but the rumbling from the stomach told her otherwise.

       “Now listen Tricia. As I said earlier you’ve been brought. There is nothing you can do to change this outcome so it would be easier for you to let me prepare you for your new life.”

       She said nothing and I removed the bindings and let her loose. Immediately she sprang for me in an attempt for freedom but I was prepared as I grabbed her and forced her to the ground. Placing my body over her stomach I used one arm to hold her hands down and alternated between a few hard slaps on the face and breasts and also pulling and twisting on her nipples. After five minutes of this her face was a very bright shade of red and she was in tears.

       “Are you going to behave now?” I asked.

       She didn’t say anything but I could see by the look in her eyes that the fight had gone. Grabbing one of her hands I curled it into a fist and pulled out a roll of black tape and taped it around her fist before repeating it with the other. Satisfied she had no control over her fingers I turned her round and got her up onto her hands and knees. Pulling her feet up to her behind I taped around her shins and her thighs. It was funny to watch her struggle but to know avail.

       “Why are you doing this to me?” she cried.

       “It’s nothing personal. You’re my job. Now as I said you may not eat the food now but eventually you will. Your body will give in to the hunger as it is your natural will to survive. Besides.” I warmed up ready to give her the final blow. “Who’ll be there to look after your sister if you’re not strong enough to survive.”

       I watched her tear filled eyes full of hate change to a look of obvious worry.        “You Fucking Bitch. If you harm her anymore than you have done I’ll kill you. Do you hear that? I’ll fucking kill you.”

       I just laughed as I left the room and locked the door.

       Next, Jennifer. Carrying the salad I had prepared for her I headed into her room. She was still where I had left her, frantically pulling on her nipple clips, flicking the pegs like I had suggested and was well on the way to reaching climax.

       Once she had reached it I made my presence known by removing the blindfold and ear muffs.

       “Good Slut Jennifer. How many orgasms have you had now?”

       Her eyes slightly hazy met mine for a second before she closed them again.

       “I’m, I’m not sure miss. I lost count” She said almost fearful.

       “No worries.” I said and I lowered down and took a taste of her flowing juices, if anything just to reassure her that she wasn’t in trouble. She actually tasted pretty good. Better than any of the other girls I’d trained here before.

       “Now look I brought you some food.”

       She looked up uninterested. Again this was good, she was more concerned about the next orgasm rather than eating. She must have been hungry.

       “Now. I’m afraid you’ll have to eat and that means switching off the vibrator.”

       Using the remote I did that and noticed that she sighed uncomfortably without the vibrator working it’s magic.

       “Now with your free hand pick up the carrot. No don’t eat it just yet. You need to know how good you taste. Lower the carrot to your cunt and insert it there. Good. Leave it there”

       I was surprised she didn’t have any problems with this but still moved on. Picking up a celery stick I stroked it over her neck, her tongue before inserting it into my pussy. Removing the peg off of her tongue I told her to crawl over and retrieve it. Again she didn’t delay and moved quickly eager to get this over with so she could have some more fun with the vibrator. Eagerly she lapped at my sex delving her tongue in for the carrot and when she had received it she carried on lapping, obviously hoping to impress me or at the very least pay back in kind for the pleasure I had help her receive. I carried on feeding her like this and she carried on doing her best to bring me to orgasm. For her first pussy she wasn’t too bad at all and it was just after I fed her the last bit on the plate this way that she had succeeded in bringing me to climax. God that was great. A little bit more training and she’d be a natural at this.

       “Good little slut. Now. Remove the carrot from your cunt and savour it.”

       I watched her do it without hesitation. The carrot was literally soaked in her own juices and I watched her suck on it, savouring the taste.

       “See how good you taste?”

       “Yes Miss.”

       “Good now say it. This slut loves the taste of her cunt juices”

       Again without hesitation she repeated what I told her to.

       “From now on. You will refer to yourself as slut. If you have to refer to your breasts you will use the word tits and for your pussy you will use the word cunt. Is that clear?”

       “Yes miss. This slut understands”

       Blimey, she is a natural at this.

       “Now I’m going to redress you with the blindfold and earmuffs as you must need to rest. Also to stop you getting to eager I’m going to have to attach your arms to the wall over here.”

       She showed no sign of resistance as I attached her arms to the wall. Instead of putting in the same earplugs I pulled out an iPod and put the earphones in her ears before putting the ear muffs over them. I also put the peg back onto her tongue before using the remote to set the vibrator off on a very low but teasing setting which got a sigh of approval out of her. She was controlling her breathing and focusing on the pain like I had taught her hoping to achieve another orgasm. Good she was lost in her own world again so I pressed play on the iPod. There was a ten minute clip which I had prepared yesterday which will achieve what her mistress had wanted. I thought back to what I recorded. It was basically something which when repeated would be burnt into her subconscious as she spoke. The key word, which her owner had decided should be Jennifer will be the trigger. Her body will not physically nor mentally reach climax without her hearing this word. Satisfied I left her and headed to my room upstairs.

       In my room I had set up a monitor of the CCTV that the company had set up in all of the room downstairs. First I put the channel on Jennifer just to see how she was coping and she was just lying there in bliss nodding off. Happy, I changed the channel to Tricia who had finally given in and was using her tongue to lap up the water. Zooming in using the controls I noticed that her food bowl was empty and that her first attempt at eating from the bowl bad been messy as there was food on her face. I laughed as I watched her using her taped arms to wipe her nose just like a cat would. This was going well I thought to myself as I headed off to sleep.

       I awoke to another bright, sunny day in Spain thinking this life couldn’t get much better. After the upbringing I had I never thought that this kind of happiness was ever going to be achievable by me, but here I was now living it. As I mentioned earlier I was raised in England by my Mother who was alone when she had given birth to me. I never knew my real Father, all I knew was that he had abandoned her when he had discovered she was pregnant and never looked back. When I was around four my mother had met someone else and had married him. I could tell that she never really loved him but she needed the money he brought in to raise me. My Step-Father. The Bastard. It didn’t take long for him to show his true colours and many nights he would come home drunk and hit my Mother. I confronted her about it when I was around eleven asking her to explain how she had a bruise on her face. She brushed it off by saying she had falling over but I had heard a lot of shouting the night before when he had arrived home, drunk again. She was too dependant on him and the financial security he brought to the family that she took it all. About half a year later my Mother took to going round to a friends house on evenings when my Step-Father had been drinking. It didn’t take long for him to start making unwelcome advances on me and things went from bad to worse there. He threatened me not to tell my Mother for a whole five years before I had had enough and told her. Although my Mother had taken all the shit he had dealt on her, when it came to me, her daughter that she raised on her own for three years from birth she lost it. She drove him out of the house saying that if he ever came back she would get the police involved.

       After my Father had left my Mother and I didn’t spend too much time around each other. There was too much hurt and a couple of years later I moved to Spain.

       Once I had showered and got dressed I headed to the kitchen and grabbed another tin of cat food for Tricia.

       “Good Morning Tricia. I see you enjoyed your food.”

       She just scowled at me before crawling into the corner turning her head away from the TV screen I had left on with the slideshow still playing.

       “Now I’ve got some more food for you but I want to stand and watch you eat it today”

       “There’s no way I’m eating that stuff again.” Tricia’s voice broke.

       “Yes you are. Besides if you do as your told and behave well enough I’ll let you see Jennifer”

       Tricia’s eyes flicked to the screen at the mention of her twin sister in time to see one of the pictures of her in pain and she quickly turned her head away before slowly crawling on her elbows and knees over to the food. Crying she forced herself to eat from the bowl again getting food all over her nose again.

       When she had finished she looked up at me unsure of what to do and definitely to ashamed to speak. I said nothing but instead walked over to her and slowly brought my hand to her face and using my finger scooped up the bit of food on her nose. I held it out in front of her and she reluctantly licked it up.

       “Good Girl” I said whilst stroking her. She was still in shock over having someone watching her eating from the bowl and she didn’t have any fight to push away from my touch. I took this opportunity to attach the collar Tricia’s owner had brought for her. I held the tag up to her face.

       “Princess. That is your new name.” I said whilst gagging her before she had dug up enough strength to argue and I left her with that.

       Jennifer was a mess when I walked into her room. The vibrator had been teasing her all night, bringing her close to orgasm but never quite pushing her over the edge. As soon as I walked in her face lightened up in hope for an orgasm. The recording on the iPod I prepared would still take at least another night to work properly and I thought since she had progressed well she deserved one last orgasm before she left this house. Who knows, perhaps it will be her last one this year but that is for her new owner to decide.

       “Please… Miss. This Slut … need to cum. May I.. This Slut Cum?”

       She struggled to speak, each word was a challenge for her in her mental condition. Her eyes pleaded with mine and suddenly I had a wicked idea which will truly test her commitment.

       “Slut. I will allow you an orgasm but first you will do something for me. There is another woman in the room opposite this one. She will be tied and I want you to please her like you pleasured me yesterday. If you do this without hesitation you will have your orgasm. If you don’t or refuse to do so you will be kept in this same state and will be denied an orgasm for a very long time. Do you accept the job Slut? No matter what you see?”

       “This Slut accepts Miss. No matter what”

       Good. First things first though her owner wanted her nipples to be pierced also and I quickly explained to her about this and she had no complaints. She screamed a little in pain as the needle went through trying to use it to climax but to no success. I repeated the process on the other nipple before attaching two small rings. Once this was done I got her to stand and I removed all the pegs off of her body and attached a chain to the two rings. Satisfied, I grabbed a leash out of the cupboard and attached it to the chain. Tugging the leash pulled on her nipples and she just sighed in pleasure and frustration. Pulling on her nipples with the leash I led her out of her room to outside Tricia’s door.

       “Wait here and face away from the room.” I said before entering in.

       Tricia, or Princess as it was now was lying on her side in her bindings still crying.

       “Princess. I have brought a visitor but before I let her in I have another gift for you. Now I need you lay on your back for me.”

       Princess was obviously anxious to reunite with her Sister, if anything just to check she was okay and she obeyed my instructions. Once she was on her back I secured her bound arms and legs so that she was stuck on her back with her legs open and was unable to turn. I couldn’t resist and I stole a taste of Tricia’s pussy. She almost growled as I did disgusted with herself. Surprisingly despite the tough act she put on her pussy was dripping wet. Not too bad at all. Admittedly not as nice as the taste of Jennifer but not the worse I had tasted.  walked over to her box I had left in the corner and grabbed the butt plug. Her eyes portrayed her fear at the unknown object and she wriggled and wriggled attempting to get her legs to cover her bottom. She couldn’t do it and I gently pushed the tip of the butt plug to her tight behind. She was almost in hysterics moaning into the gag as I pushed the butt plug slowly inside of her. The muscles put up some resistance to the intruding object and when it reached the widest part of the butt plug I pushed it that little harder until it just settled in.

       “Now now Princess stop the crying. What sort of cat would you be without a tail” I laughed as I removed her gag before I left the room to grab Jennifer.

       “Now remember Slut. No matter what. If you want your orgasm follow my instructions.”

       Jennifer’s eyes seemed glazed over as she eagerly nodded her agreement. I pulled her in by the leash. The look on Tricia’s face at the sight of her sister was one of complete shock.

       “Jennifer!” Tricia breathed out with obvious relief that her Sister was okay.

This was a test to see whether I had completely broken Jennifer and it turned out I had. I watched as Jennifer walked slowly up to her bound Sister looking her in the face before she knelt down before her open pussy.

       “Jennifer what are you doing?!” Tricia panicked.

       “This slut does as she must” Jennifer said with no emotion before proceeding to delve her tongue in her Sisters open pussy.

       Tricia just thrashed about trying to escape her Sister’s all too willing tongue.

       “See how much she enjoys this Princess? Just look at her face. How contented it is.”

       “Make her stop. Please Jennifer why are you doing this?” Tricia cried out but her breathing grew heavier as she neared climax.

       “That’s enough out of you Jennifer” I said and I pulled down my skirt and panties before bringing myself to above her face and squatted down with my pussy covering her mouth. Her mouth was closed and she immediately attempted to move her head but she was unable to. Eventually when I was done with training her she would be willing to lick away to her heart’s content to bring me to pleasure but until then I had to grind myself over her face coming up occasionally to let her breathe.

       I reached orgasm before Tricia did and when I saw Tricia’s was coming I was still standing over her face. Just as she begun to scream out in pleasure I released my bladder over her face. Instantly she started spitting out the bit of piss that had made it into her mouth. She was exhausted, confused and humiliated. Her piss covered face just looked up at me and held my stare. Yes there is no way out of this. She seemed to finally understand she had no hope left and she begun crying. The scene that played out next was incredible. Jennifer had risen up from Tricia’s sex and began comforting her Sister by stroking her and licking some of my piss off of her face. Once she had done she had kissed her sisters forehead before looking up to me her eyes portraying her need to cum. She had done well. Amazingly well in fact so I used the remote to set it up to a higher setting and it didn’t take her long at all to reach orgasm and all the while she was hugging on to her Sister. Tricia just laid there stunned.

       I gave them a few minutes to recover before setting them both up with an iPod with their personal training recordings on it and lowering the setting on Jennifer’s vibrator to tease mode again. I handcuffed Jennifer again so she could not get to pleasure herself and gagged Tricia. I thought I’d leave the two of them together for a bit. Perhaps for Tricia being with Jennifer and seeing how she now was would help her settle a little. I took one last look at the two with their eyes closed lost in their own separate worlds before I headed upstairs.

       On the computer in my room I sent some of the videos of the girl’s training to the company to be forwarded on to their new owner. I hope she liked what she saw as much as I enjoyed doing it. Whilst I was on the computers I thought I’d check my email. Other than the usual advertising shit, and the weekly email from my mother wishing me to visit her one stood out. The subject simply stated Bondage Lovers. Bondage Lovers was the name of a party being held next week in one of the private clubs in Town and I had visited a few times since I had acquired this job. The good thing about this club was that they did strictly lesbian only parties once a month. Perhaps it might be an opportunity to show off the two girls and perhaps make a bit more money on the side. It all depended on whether I had the both of them fully trained and broken by next week. It was a challenge I relished. Using the CCTV monitor I checked up on Jennifer and Tricia downstairs seeing how they were coping in the same room. Tricia was crawling around the room frantically trying to avoid her Sister’s attentions. That was brilliant. Jennifer was fully under my control now and Tricia will be soon. As much as she still resented all that had happened to Jennifer and herself I could tell she enjoyed that orgasm a lot earlier. Knowing that it was safe to leave the two together for a while I decided to get out of the house for a little and do a little shopping, perhaps sun bathe for a bit as well.

       The next few days passed pretty very quickly for me. I tried to leave the girls be with each other for a little with the recordings I made doing it’s trick, only going down to feed them and give them some water. I also spent a little time with Jennifer teaching her some of the slave necessities such as being on her knees whilst in a superiors present. Not to speak unless given permission and so on. I had also started using her as a urinal just in case that was something her new owner had expected Jennifer to be used to. Jennifer didn’t like it but she didn’t complain. Instead she just swallowed and as instructed licking the area clean before returning her gaze to the floor with her hands behind her head. In my spare time I found myself spending more time on the beach hoping to keep up my tan.

       After coming back from the beach a sunny afternoon a few days after leaving Jennifer in with Tricia I decided to see how well the recordings had worked. If all had went well Tricia should be unable to speak and would have developed some cat habits whilst Jennifer would be unable to come without hearing a selected word.

       The first thing I saw when I went into the room was Tricia licking her taped hand and using it to clean some food off of her nose. I laughed realising the recording had worked. I gently stroked her and rather than trying to avoid my attention she seemed to arch her body to my hand. I looked over to Jennifer who was lying on the floor masturbating with everything she had in her and she met my eyes. Her hazy eyes were desperate and confused.

       “Slut stop touching yourself.”

       She looked up hopefully but realised she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. I guessed she had been working on herself for close to the whole afternoon judging by how tired she looked.

       “Good. Now please remove Tricia’s gag.”

       Obediently she followed my instructions before kneeling down in front of me.

       “Princess how are you feeling?”

       I watched as she thought for a second before replying with a soft ‘meow’. She looked up to me confused and scared as she again tried to speak.

       “Don’t worry Princess. You haven’t completely lost your voice and we can get it back for you again, however this is how your new owner would like you.”

       She started crying again but still didn’t shy away from me stroking her.

       The days leading up to the party had passed and today was the day. It had been tough but I had fully broken them in the end. Tricia now fully acted like a cat without any delay whilst Jennifer acted as my maid. A couple of days ago I had taken them out of the basement and into my back garden. Jennifer gave me a foot massage her eyes still portraying her need to orgasm and it was that what had spurred her on to obey. Princess explored the garden in her cat form and I watched with amusement as she tried catching a butterfly before giving up and curling up in the shade. I trusted that neither of them would attempt to escape for their own reasons. Jennifer knowing that I was the only one who could unlock her next orgasm whereas Tricia wouldn’t be able to fit in. Over the last few days she had started enjoying the freedom of mind being a cat gave her and she worried less and less about her problems.

       The news of the party I was taking the two girls to went over smoothly with them. Both were a little nervous about being in public but their needs outweighed their worry. I spent half an hour preparing Jennifer in the most slutty way I could imagine. Obviously she had on a pair of high heels, a very short, black and revealing skirt with no panties underneath and a white blouse which was completely unbuttoned with no bra on. I applied a bright, bubblegum pink lipstick along with a lot of other make up. Standing there looking at her she really did look like a prostitute. I could also see some of her juices sliding down her thigh and noted the fact she didn’t try to wipe it away as if it was natural and should be there. Satisfied she was ready, I got Tricia onto her lead and got Jennifer to hold it as I took a final picture of the two which I forwarded on to the company as the finished product with instructions to pick the two up the next day. Tonight was my last night of fun with the two girls and I was going to enjoy every moment of it I thought to myself as I called the people who arranged the party to come pick us up. It was a good part of the service. Well lets be honest. If I took a taxi too many questions would be asked.

       We arrived at the party within half an hour and I led the girls in. I had explained their instructions back in the limo that had picked us up earlier. They were to walk around the party mingling with other slaves and mistresses offering to pleasure them or to be used as a urinal for 10 euros per use.

       It was a really great night for me. I got to speak to other Mistresses and I told them how I had trained the two girls, obviously leaving the part about them being abducted out of it. Mr Smith wouldn’t be too keen on me letting that piece of information out and I feared he would have me disposed of just like the letters. I watched the Jennifer walking around looking stunning in her slutty attire and she had came up to me less than half an hour ago smelling strongly of sweat and urine saying that she had already made 100 euros. I tried to spot where Tricia was when I heard a screech and saw her being chased on all fours by another girl on all fours growling and barking. I laughed to myself remembering that I had put a fear of dogs into her through the recordings. The other dog eventually leapt and tackled her before eagerly licking her to an orgasm. Tricia after that crawled back to me and laid by my legs on constant lookout for the girl that had attacked her earlier.

       The night ended too quickly and I realised I was going to miss these two girls. They had been by far the most challenging assignment I had been handed in  this job and I think because of that I had grown close to them. I sat them down on the sofa in my home explaining that they had made me proud and tomorrow was the day they were to be picked up. Jennifer tenderly hugged me thanking me for what I had introduced her to whilst Tricia just rubbed her head against my body purring.

       “Welcome to Hotel Le Casa De La Sol. My name is Cristina. I hope you are all ready to have fun this coming week. There will be sun, swimming pool’s, parties, fun and games and most importantly… Alcohol. If you would like to follow Alfonso here he will show you to the reception where you should sign in. I will be at the poolside bar at three this afternoon where I will outline the activities available to you this week and where all the best parties will be at. On behalf of this Hotel Le Casa De La Sol I hope you enjoy your stay”

       It’s funny. You’d think Cristina would have grown bored of saying the same thing week after week, or even the fact that she’s faced with a group of young alcoholics every week who have only one thing on their mind. Sex. Sitting by the pool with a Margarita I looked over the new arrivals. It was always the same age group of eighteen to twenty-five year olds who went on these sort of holidays. There were the typical group of handsome guys, already eyeing up the cheer-leader types. The average girl with her best friend the fat girl. Partly there because she helped her look better than average and more attractive. Well lets face it. If you were an attractive guy and you had just had an unlucky night of pulling at the club and then you were faced with a choice of the two it wouldn’t be a hard choice. I smiled to myself as I started making a few notes.

       It had been a week since the two girls had been picked up and I had already been sent a new assignment. Ah the joys of this job.

To be continued. If this makes it up before Christmas, Merry Christmas to you all and have a Happy New Year. If it’s not up by then. I hope you had a good one. Please feel free to leave feedback or send any ideas you would like to see for future slaves.

Stacey’s Job - Part Two

Stacey,

This arrived in the mail for me today and I thought you’d like to have a read yourself. Well done on the last two trainees, you’ve outdone yourself and you will find your reward inside this envelope. I hope the results continue in this form with the upcoming projects you have this Summer.

Mr Smith

       I had found the letter lying on the floor of my Room at the Hotel Le Casa De La Sol for me. It was unexpected seeing I already had another assignment and I wondered if Mr Smith wanted to set me an extra challenge by increasing the amount of ‘Trainees’ I have at a time. Personally, if it was my choice I’d tell him where to go but with a Job that pays as much as this does and that I enjoy as much as I do I shouldn’t resent the challenge. However I was surprised to find that the documents inside held no details of any new acquisitions but instead was another signed cheque for a quarter of a million Pounds and an opened smaller envelope which I held in my hands curiously. The destination for the letter was hand written addressed to the Company. I guess the reason for the letter must be good otherwise why would there be that bonus cheque. An extra quarter of a million, this was going to be a nice break after the Summer. Perhaps with a couple more years of this and I wouldn’t have to work ever again, but then why would I want to give up this Job?

To Whom It May Concern

       I recently purchased two of your products from Spain a few weeks ago and I finally received them last Friday. Both have exceeded my expectations in a way that I can not put into words and I wanted to pass on my gratitude to whoever trained them to my specifications. I can see myself and these Sister’s enjoying a good amount of time together. I’m amazed at how naturally they’ve fitted into this new lifestyle. Tricia hasn’t muttered a word just like I had asked her to be and she always displays her feline habits as if she’d been doing it her whole life. I’ve placed Jennifer in charge of her and they still seem to be very close to each other. Jennifer also asked me to pass on a thank you for introducing her to this lifestyle. Although it was against her will she can’t think of any other way she’d like to live now. I will leave my number at the bottom of this letter and I would like you to contact me when you have some free time so I can bring the Girls to visit you. I would like to say thank you in person and I think the Girl’s would also. Once again thank you.

Miss Simpson.

       Wow I really wasn’t expecting that at all. Although I was happy with the way the girls ended up it was a big challenge for me and I wasn’t sure if it would be to the Customer’s satisfaction so the letter brightened up my day a little. Earlier I had spent a couple of hours relaxing by the Hotel’s Pool enjoying a couple Margaritas whilst taking a look at the Company’s two new acquisitions that they had sold on to new owners. They had arrived half an hour before I had taken a seat by the pool and they were going for a quick tour around the Hotel’s Grounds slowly approaching the Pool. This would give me an opportunity to see if I can pick up anything about the Girl’s by overhearing their conversations. They were metres away when a half naked Bloke obviously full of himself came over and attempted to chat me up.

       “Hello Gorgeous”

       “Fuck off please. You’re blocking my Sun.”

       “Ooh you’re a feisty one. I like that and if I like it I generally end up getting it”

       “Seriously you’re barking up the wrong tree here. Now get lost before I call          the Hotel security.”

       By the time the arsehole had fucked off, the tour had moved on. Just what I had needed today. The Night before I had a celebratory drink alone the night before after receiving the pay check for training the Twins and I had awoken this morning with a terrible hangover. The fact that I was celebrating on my own all night was a bit depressing looking back on it. At least through the night I had the alcohol to numb the loneliness but when I had woke up completely sober I have to admit I cried. It was a shit start to the day and as I made my way to the Hotel I felt like I didn’t belong here in bright, sunny Spain. All the happiness of People enjoying their Holidays around me was in complete contrast to the way I felt. I almost called my Mother right then and saying I’d be home for the weekend. It was only the Job that I currently had which kept me from doing just that. It was one of the reasons I truly appreciated this Job. Yes the Pay was great, and yes I thoroughly enjoyed doing it but it distracted me from my own problems. I would just throw myself into the Job and nothing else mattered. I was beginning to find that I would have this feeling every time I finished an assignment sent by the Company and this time I was grateful that they had sent me another couple of Girls almost instantly after I had finished with the last two. I received the letter containing my next assignment two days ago and I was thrilled to find that both of them were unique challenges again though borderline weird. Then again even something as little as spanking someone softly is considered weird by some people.

       Louise was the first of the Girl’s Files I had read. Her picture showed me that of a shy girl with long blonde hair smiling nervously into the Camera. Her eyes portrayed her innocence. The notes told me that she enjoyed reading her books and spending her nights watching chick flicks. At the age of twenty one she was single and apparently still a virgin. Seriously, where did the Company get this information from?!  After reading the notes for the first time I judged Louise to be a fairly weak willed Girl who was brought up well but was reserved and shy. The relationship history part of the file seemed to be fairly empty with just a couple of relationships Louise had experienced, both ending quickly.

       It was the buyer’s wishes that surprised me however when I had finished reading up on Louise. The buyer required Louise to be transformed into what was called an adult baby. I laughed to myself after reading that and although I wasn’t too sure what it entailed I had a rough idea. The buyer wanted Louise to need the affection that she would show to her, to rely on her like any child would rely on her Mother and to have the verbal skills and curiosity that a young girl has. Another thing the buyer mentioned was that she had heard of a drug which when used often would weaken the takers muscles. The drug would cause little Lou to have to crawl most of the time though she would be able to walk, barely. The whole idea made me realise how individually different people are and how each person’s fantasies are unique. I know a lot of people would scowl at this and would say that it’s weird but in my opinion if it made you feel good then go with it. As you reach the later end of your Teenage years and you grow older you know what you like, even if you know that others may consider it weird or wrong yet it would be wrong to deny yourself this.

       Now if I thought the first request was weird the second completely blew my mind. This time the girl was named Natasha. Natasha was in her late twenties and well she was stunning. There was no doubt about that. However she knew this. She had short blonde hair and a sort of face that all men fantasise about. Her notes told me that she was a spoilt bitch who always got what she wanted and that she was mean. Her relationship history was in comparison to Louise’s, much more extensive. Five relationships within a year, all of which Natasha had ended, obviously being bored with the relationship and moving on to the next. This time the Buyers were two separate people and this one seemed a bit more sadistic than the last. She already had a wide range of slaves that were submissive to her needs whether that be for sexual services or for chores around the house. The Buyer went on to explain that she wanted Natasha to be a Pain Slut and her Milk Cow. Giving away a few personal details the Buyer explained that Natasha reminded her of someone that had bullied her at School and that this was for her own personal satisfaction and revenge. She had already read up on the necessary drugs and hormones needed to make this possibly and listed them on the file. I’m just glad I didn’t piss anyone off that much to be in the position that Natasha would soon find herself in. It seemed for this one though I would need to call in for some outside assistance as the Buyer wanted Natasha’s vocal chords to be severed and make it so that she could never go through labour. This was the first job that made me question my own morals. Could I do this to somebody else? Take away the possibility that she could ever have her own Child or the fact that she would never be able to speak again. The Buyer seemed to have this covered though and she left a personal message for me at the bottom of the file.

       ‘..I know that this may seem inhumane but believe me this Woman deserves it. She takes joy in hurting and taunting everyone around her. I know you may be thinking that this is perhaps a little harsh but the World would be better off without this Woman.’

       When the tour had ended I made my way back to my room where I discovered the letter passed on to me from the Company.  I’d still train this Girl but thought I’d get to know her for myself before choosing whether to go through with all the Buyer’s wishes. Admittedly if I chose not to train this girl it would mean having to resign from this Job. Yet wasn’t I just thinking about moving back Home to England this morning? Feeling slightly better than I had this morning after reading the letter from Miss Simpson I thought I better enjoy another day of rest to get myself in the right frame of mind for this Job so I decided I’d head to the pool again and enjoy the warm evening air a little more whilst also enjoying a few more Margaritas.

       After a little nap, I picked up an English tabloid paper left on the Sunlounger next to me to catch up on current events in my Home Country. The first few pages were the same old shit which had made me previously decide to ignore the English Papers. Some celebrity had broken up with her partner, An MP Scandal and the weather made up these pages and I found myself swiftly flipping through them. On the fifth page there was another Celebrity bitching about someone he used to work with and I nearly flipped the page again before catching a little side story on the bottom of the page which made my Heart stop beating.

       

SEARCH FOR A MISSING YOUNG WOMAN FROM LONDON COMES TO AN END AS NO EVIDENCE IS FOUND. PRESUMED DEAD BY LONDON DETECTIVE.

       It was the photo that had drawn me to the article. I recognised that face and reading through the article I had my dread confirmed. Emma Wilson. It had been a while since I had thought about her which is weird as it probably was the only Person I ever truly loved. The article went on to explain that she had lost both her Parents and a younger Sister a year ago in a Car Accident and had moved to London only two weeks before she went missing. It was her Manager at work who had called her in as missing and after two months of constant searching by the local Police forces there had been no results. It disgusted me a little that they were already giving up the search. The only reason I can think of why they called off the search was that there was no Relative or Friend that was known who would keep the Police searching, begging people to look out for her and find her.

       I was crying a little fearing the worse when a young Woman I recognised shouted at her Mother across the pool before making her way to the Sun Bed next to mine. It was Natasha and in her bikini she was more stunning than the Photo in my file could ever show. Her body already Bronze was sleek and had curves in all the right places. She smiled to herself at the amount of Men who couldn’t help but stare as she walked past. Yes, the Buyer was right. She was a bit of a spoiled Bitch but still was this enough for the future she had planned for Natasha?

       “A Friend of mine is using that Sun Bed. She’s just gone to get a drink” I lied addressing Natasha.

       “And What? She’s not here now is she.”

       God she really was a Bitch. Even the tone of her voice was filled with so much venom and superiority that she had no right to have. I noticed her sneak a peek at the article I was reading before she decided to make small talk.

       “I think it’s a good thing the Police have called of that search. It’s such a waste of their time searching for someone who won’t be missed. They should be doing better stuff with their time like searching for the thug who stole my Watch a few months ago.”

       My blood boiled instantly and I had to fight myself from retorting to such a stupid self centred comment. If someone saw us arguing and then found out that the Woman went missing attention would be drawn to myself and I couldn’t risk that. Instead I just walked away back into my Hotel room. Shutting the blinds I laid down on the bed and cried a little to myself lost in memories of what I had with Emma. We had been together for a half a year after being close friends for most of our time at School. We had kept it a secret from our Parents for quite a while but her Mother had found out and it had disgusted her. Often I would see a bruise on Emma from where her Mother had hit her and I would ask her about it angrily only to see her shrug it off pleading me not to do anything. A couple of weeks later her Mother had decided the only way to break us up was to move and that was what they did. I still remember that day so clearly. Emma telling me through her tears that she had to move away, although she didn’t want to leave me she couldn’t leave her younger Sister Lisa with her Mother who had become increasingly violent both to her and her Lisa since she had found out.

       Looking back I wish I had chose to find her after I had escaped my own living hell at home instead of running off to Spain friendless and alone. The tears began to flow more freely and I finally cried myself to sleep.

       The next Morning I was woken by the sound of arguing outside my room at the Hotel. It seemed that Natasha had been out all Morning and had arrived back at the Hotel getting into an argument with her family. She was really going at it, screaming obscenities at her Mother showing her no respect whatsoever even though she was in the wrong. The shouting ended when Natasha angrily yelled she wished she never brought her Family with her on this trip with a look on her face which showed no remorse. Strangely I was glad this had got me out of bed. The lost heartbroken look on Natasha’s Mother’s face was the turning point. I was no determined to throw myself into this Job and not let either the fact that the only Girl I ever loved was missing or the fact that I was feeling lonely get in the way. After showering and getting dressed I called the company to arrange the abduction of Natasha. I could of done this in a similar way to how I picked up the Twins previously but the thought of having to socialise with Natasha, even if it was just an act made me heave. Still it was my Job to make the setting and I arranged for Dave, a very attractive gentleman in his late twenties and also an employee of the Company to charm the socks off her, drug her and bring her to my place. Since I could usually do this part on my own I never met Dave many times though the few times I had he seemed a nice enough bloke, despite the fact he kidnapped Women for a living. Once that was sorted I planned how to get hold of Louise.

       It took me a while to find Louise. I had scoured the Hotel looking for her for the past half hour before I spotted her heading to the beach with what appeared to be a close friend. I followed them to the beach and picked a spot a few feet away from where they were sunbathing. I had to admit I was getting a little turned on as I stole the odd glance at the two as they removed the top half of their bikini’s and massaged each other with sun cream. It was hard for me to believe that the young, topless Girl just a few feet away from me was still a Virgin or the fact she was shy and reserved. She kept herself fit and had almost perfectly firm breasts. I wondered for a second if the reason she was a Virgin was because she had feelings for other Women. I watched as she massaged the cream onto her friends back, shoulders and breasts. Although she didn’t seem to be shy doing this, I decided listening to the two of them speak that they must just be close friends and at ease in each others company. My thoughts were confirmed a few minutes later as they were both soaking up the view of a group of guys playing Soccer near the Sea, chatting excitedly as they watched. I came up with the idea on how to grab Louise whilst listening to their plans for the day. Louise needed to get some new Shoes before they went clubbing that night and although her friend had offered to come as well Louise declined joking about her shopping habits. Quietly I grabbed the phone and called the Company to arrange plans for pick up. I knew which Shop that Louise said she would be going to from listening earlier and I knew that it had a delivery drop off point out the back, all I had to do was get her there.

       A few hours later I was following Louise from a safe distance as she entered the Shop. Thankfully the area was quiet with not too many people around, if she had chosen to do this an hour or so later my plan would be near impossible. I understood now what she had meant earlier about her shopping habits as she spent a good hour picking up and trying on lots and lots of Shoes. Eventually she chose and made her purchase before leaving the store.

       “Hey there Miss. I work for the Spanish Tourism Research Team and I was wondering if you could take part in a survey for me back at the office. It will only take fifteen minutes and you will be rewarded with some drink vouchers usable at all the Clubs in this Town this summer. Also you will be entered into a prize draw to have a chance to win a trip back here, all expenses paid next year for you and one other person”

       Louise seemed all happy to take part in the Survey and truth be told why shouldn’t she. Free drinks. Other than that I was dressed smartly and had a badge with a fake name and the Spanish Tourism badge, obviously she couldn’t have known it was fake. I made small talk as I led her round the side of the Shop asking when she arrived, how long she was staying for and so on. The taking of Louise was quite smooth. No one had seen me pick her up outside the shop and the quick actions of the two pickup guys as we turned the corner into the Shop’s delivery drop off point meant she never had chance to scream before the Chloroform soaked rag was applied to her mouth. I thanked the two Men as they loaded Louise into the nearby parked Van and drove off heading for my house. With the rest of my afternoon free I went shopping picking up a few new clothes and some bits I would need for the training of the two Girls. A few hours later I called a taxi and made my way back to my Villa.

       After the taxi made it’s way away from my house Dave walked around the corner.

       “Hey Stacey. How are you? Looks like life in the Sun is treating you well”

       “Ah Hey Dave. I’m good thank you and yourself? I haven’t seen you for ages what have you been up to?”

       “I’m well thank you. Well the job’s been keeping me busy but thankfully I get to take some time off after this case and head back to England. This one was a handful by the way. Admittedly she looked unbelievably attractive and that got my hopes up but her personality is that of a miserable, stuck up Snake.”

       “So true.” I laughed with him.

       “So. I saw the guys drop off the other Girl about ten minutes ago and since the two Girls are going to be out for quite few hours how would you like to check out a Film I’ve been dying to see.”

       “I don’t know Dave. You know I’m into Girls right?”

       “I know, I know. You know I wouldn’t try. I’ve been working straight for a couple of months now and this is the first time I’ve managed to catch up with anyone I know, besides you owe for getting friendly with the Bitch in there.”

       “Ah go on then. Which film was it anyway?”

       “The second Transformers. Lots of action.”

       “Really. We’re more than even after this.”

       He laughed and gave me a lift to the cinema. I had to admit the film wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be and I made a mental note to check out the first one. After the film he invited me for Dinner at a nearby restaurant. It was great being with Dave he was amazingly easy to speak to and he was very funny. Also fair play to him he didn’t try to pull me at all. I found out a great deal about him this afternoon, he already had a partner back home who believed that he was away on business. Dave told me that although his job meant being able to have a little fun with any of the Girls he’s been told to pull, ever since he had been with his current partner he hadn’t. He said that he loved his partner too much and although she would never find out he couldn’t live with himself if he did allow himself to. When we had finished eating I thanked him for offering me this escape from work and asked him for his number vowing to keep in touch. He agreed and dropped me off back at his house before heading for his plane home.

       Both Louise and Natasha were still out cold when I went down to check on them. They were kept in separate rooms and both were thoroughly prepared. I decided to check out Natasha first as I’d pretty much seen most of Louise earlier at the beach. Natasha was left to lay curled up on the floor unconscious and naked, chained to the wall. Looking at her now I had to admit she did have one hell of a body and it was easy to see why Men found her attractive. Hell whilst she was like this even I found her attractive. I imagine that would only last until she wakes up and the Bitch started talking. With Natasha I knew it wouldn’t feel like training her so much as preparing her for what was to come. It would be my job to let her know this was her life from now on to prepare her for the hardships to come so she could mentally prepare herself for the life she would now live. Taking one last look of distaste at Natasha I turned away and headed for Louise.

       Louise looked completely sweet and innocent in her sleep. I suppose for this reason alone if trained correctly her new owner will indeed be very satisfied. This case didn’t leave me feeling so guilty as others also. Yes I would be taking away the life she knew but in the frame of mind I would leave her in she wouldn’t care. She would have the curiosity of a young girl and hopefully I can cause her to forget her past life. I imagine the excitement of learning everything again would match the enthusiasm of a kids so in a sort of way I envied her for this. It should also be easier as the only form of discipline the owner plans on using would be spanking and those used on a child such as sending her to a naughty step or facing the wall with her nose touching it. She was, like Natasha, curled up naked and chained to the wall. There wasn’t much I could do right now other than inject the drug which will weaken the young Girl’s muscles enough so that she wouldn’t be able to fully support her weight with them. She’d be able to waddle but if all went well with the training she would be much more comfortable and satisfied. I picked up the syringe that was left in an envelope with instructions by the two pickup guys to examine it. The instructions told me that the drug would have to be administered once a month if it was to keep her in this state. If not, the body will begin to dispose of the drug and Louise would be able to have full control over her leg muscles again. Carefully, I positioned the syringe in the instructed area and injected the drug into Louise’s system. Satisfied I hadn’t disturbed her from her sleep I went upstairs to catch a little TV.

       It was Natasha who started screaming first, though it was more anger and shock rather than fear. She had been shouting for the past half an hour and wasn’t showing any signs of giving up. It was about time I gave her a visit.

       “You” She accused with a voice full of venom as she saw me enter her cell.

       “Get me the fuck out of here right now you Bitch”

       “Now now Natasha. I don’t think you’re in any position to be demanding                 anything. Now shut up”

       That seemed to shock her. It seemed the stuck up little Bitch wasn’t used to being spoke to like that. She stared at me trying to put as much menace in her eyes as she could muster. It was quiet for a minute as she continued staring me down before she started tugging on the chain connecting her cuffed hands to the wall shouting again. Calmly I walked close to her, bent down so I was level with her face and slapped it hard. She was silent and dazed. Taking the upper hand I continued slapping each cheek until they were rosy red and she was crying uncontrollably.

       “Quit being such a cry baby. Surely you can take a bit of pain” I taunted.

       “Fuck you”

       A nice and mature retort I laughed to myself. Although she was scared, that much was obvious, she didn’t show it in a way a normal person would, or even a brave person. She was hiding behind the Bitchy front she had put up her whole life. Everything was inferior to her so therefore they should bow to her will. I’ve encountered many people in my life of people like her, but none quite so bad. I picked up her bikini thong which had been left in a pile tauntingly next to where she was chained to the wall. Forcing her legs open I roughly pushed the thong deep into her sex. Although she was putting up a struggle, with her hands and legs chained to the wall it was a battle she was going to lose. Her face showed her outrage.

       “How dare you touch me” Natasha shouted and she spat at me.

       She fucking spat at me. That’s it. If she thought it had been tough so far she was in for a surprise. The first thing I did was grab each nipple with each of my hands and pull and twist for a good ten minutes, during which she started screaming again. Then I slowly traced my hand down her toned stomach and gently started caressing her sex. When her breathing turned a little heavier I bit down on her right nipple causing her to scream. With my free hand I began pulling on her hair whilst alternating biting on each nipple. As she was about to climax I stopped and the look on her face was priceless. The tears streaming down her face in contrast to the frustration of not being finished off. For the first time she couldn’t find anything to say and that Bitchiness attitude had disappeared. She was confused. She had been beaten whilst being violated and she had enjoyed it.

       “Now if you want to climax you’re first going to pleasure me”

       “Never”

       The look of disgust on her face said it all. Still she didn’t have a choice in the matter. I positioned myself above her head and lowered my eager pussy down onto her face. She tried to turn her head away but I forced it back before her nose was buried into my sex. I had guessed right that she wasn’t going to play ball so I roughly grinded over her face until I had reached orgasm occasionally letting up to let her catch her breath before coming back down again. All the while as I let the arousal get the better of my I started swapped between twisting and pulling her nipples and slapping her breasts. Eventually I reached climax and I lifted myself off her face. Natasha’s face in front of me was a huge contrast to the cocky Bitch I had met by the Pool the day before. Her cheeks red from the slapping, and her face was soaked in my juices. She was crying, exhausted and broken. Smugly I stood above her and spat down on her face. I then headed to the cupboard of supplies I kept in the room and took out a metal ring gag. She kept her mouth firmly closed as she was where I was heading with this but that was easily overcome by just hurting her breasts a little more. With the ring gag in place her mouth was forced open and I lifted my sex to just above her mouth before releasing a warm stream of urine into her mouth making sure to ‘miss’ the target and splash some on her face. She was crying more uncontrollably as I removed the gag and reached down to pull out her Bikini Thong which I had left in her sex the whole time. I was satisfied to find they were soaked in her own juices, her body betraying her. I forced her mouth open again by playing with the nipples before forcing the soaked Thong into her mouth and securing it their by placing some duct tape over her mouth. Remembering the promise I made to allow her to climax I placed my mouth at her pussy and massaged her clit with my tongue. Also not to let her think she was getting off easy I started yanking out a few of her pubic hairs one by one causing her to scream into her gag and it wasn’t long before she climaxed. Thinking this was enough for her first session I spat on her face one more time before making my way out, deliberately trampling over her breasts on the way.

       Next it was time for some fun with Louise. This was going to be completely different to how the session went with Natasha. I had to take a second to calm myself down from the excitement I had experienced in that time with Natasha before I could confront Louise.

       Louise was awake, shivering on the floor and sobbing quietly to herself as I entered. She had heard the screaming from the other room and was in a great amount of fear.

       “Please don’t hurt me” She whispered.

       “Lou. If you do as you say there will be no reason for me to hurt you. Now will you agree to behave yourself. If you can do that for me I will unchain you right now.”

       She nodded to me and I unlocked the chains that bound her to the wall.

       “Now come over to me” I demanded.

        It was funny to watch her attempt to get to her feet. She tried pushing herself up with her legs but found that she didn’t have the strength their to support her weight. She made one step, just, before falling back down on the floor again.

       “Try crawling” I suggested. 

       I read the confusion and shame on her face as she crawled over to me.

       “Now stop there. Good. I’m going to be honest with you Louise. You have been kidnapped by a Company that have for the last ten years kidnapped young Girls such as yourselves and sold them to willing owners. Your new owner wants you to be an adult baby and I will briefly explain what this entails.”

       She was listening to every word, captivated by her own fear and curiosity.

       “You will be treated like a young girl of say two to three years old and the owner will want you to have the characteristics of that said age. You will be used to wearing diapers and you will be will be used to relying upon your new owner in every way. Now you may be wondering why you couldn’t stand up earlier. You have been injected with a drug which have severely weakened your Leg Muscles to the point they cannot support your weight. This will no doubt become a permanent fixture of your life from now on.”

       Finally the fear had gotten the better of her and she started crying. Though still she hadn’t shouted any profanities, threats and she hadn’t even started begging yet.

       “Now I can assure you nothing you can say or do will change this fate so don’t ask. I also urge for you to allow me to train you without any restraint from yourself as it will make the next couple of weeks easier for you. If you work hard and allow me to do my Job you will enjoy the experience more than you could possibly imagine. Things such as sucking your thumb will become natural to you and you won’t even think twice about doing it. Now. Do you agree to behave and follow my training? If you don’t the alternative, well the alternative is not so pretty a picture.”

       She nodded again. This one was going to be very easy. The Girl, shy and reserved as she was had no backbone, no will to fight. It seemed she had given up hope the minute her legs had betrayed her.

       “Right I’m going to leave you alone for a little to prepare yourself and relax your mind for the training.”

       I left her stunned and sobbing on the floor as I went upstairs to prepare a recording for her to listen to. When I had finished I prepared one also for Natasha. The recordings were something I had used with a lot of Women I had trained beforehand. Having something repeated into your sub consciousness whilst you were asleep was a good way of hypnotising their mind the way I wanted it to be. At first you would act out an action that was drilled into your brain and it would confuse you as to why you would do it but over time, the more you listen to that recording whilst you are asleep, the more you do it and the more it becomes natural. The recording I prepared for Louise worked on getting her brain to forget her memories and what she knew. How to walk, how to talk coherently among other things. She would also start doing things such as sucking her thumb, playing with things she wouldn’t have since she was a child. The owner also wanted her to have a high sex drive so I wanted to educate Little Lou as she was to be known to pleasure herself and her new owner.

       The recording had taken an hour to make but I had finished it so I then headed to the Kitchen to grab some baby food I had brought earlier and filled up a baby bottle with full milk before heading back to Louise.

       Louise was still sobbing quietly when I entered but stopped herself when I entered. It was obvious she was afraid from the screaming she had heard earlier that she would experience the same if she didn’t cooperate and that was a good thing for me. Something I could use to push her to act out my will.

       “Lou. You must be hungry so I’m going to feed you. Remember as long as you behave I won’t hurt you.”

       The humiliation was written all over her face as I undid the lid for some baby food and took a small spoonful before feeding it to her. Once she had finished I motioned for her to crawl over to me and although she was crying she obeyed and I cradled her in my arms and put the bottle in her mouth. After ten minutes she had finished it all.

       “Good girl” I commented and stroked her hair.

       “One last thing before I let you sleep Lou. I’ve brought you a dummy. Now I’ve attached some string to this dummy so that it doesn’t fall out of your mouth whilst you’re not used to having one whilst you sleep.”

       It was amazing to see her open her mouth straight away, although a little hesitantly and I placed and secured the dummy in her mouth. She was crying a bit more strongly now as I placed the iPod with the recording set on repeat and told her to sleep.

       Before heading up to bed myself I decided to take a quiet look in on Natasha. She was still sobbing to herself, clearly broken. Perhaps, this might be good for her. Help her to realise how shit of a Person she has been. Quietly I closed the door and headed to bed.

       I was disturbed from my peaceful Sleep by an unexpected phone call at nine the next morning.

       “Hello Louise. This is Mr Smith.”

       Holy shit. He’s never called me before. I wondered if I was in any sort of trouble with the company briefly before remembering I had done nothing wrong.

       “I’m sorry if I’ve woken you but something has come up. I know you are busy training a couple of Girls at the moment but we’ve just had a young Girl sent back to us from an unsatisfied buyer. The owner was originally after a refund but I urged her to let us retrain the slave first and then to see if she’s satisfied. Now since the results of your training have been exceptional lately, I was wondering if you could train her for me?”

       Oh. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I had never trained three at a time and wondered if I would be capable, but then again I always relished a challenge.

       “Sure thing Mr Smith. When should I expect her?”

       “That a Girl Stacey. I will send her to you within the next week. Now I also wanted to talk to you about the letters of praise I’ve received from the Buyers on your handiwork. You’ve outdone yourself and for this I will reward you. I will send another fat check of a bonus and also once you are done training these three, as long as the Buyers are satisfied, I will let you finish work early this year and head back to England.”

       “Thank you very much Mr Smith. I shall do my best.”

       “Thank you Stacey. Goodbye, oh and good luck.”

       Well that had set off the day nicely for me. I was almost bouncing on my way down to grab some breakfast for myself and the two Girls. Singing to myself, I prepared Lou’s bottle and Baby Food and prepared a dog bowl full of Corn Flakes, milk and a little bit of my urine.

       I checked in on Lou first who was still fast asleep when I walked in. She looked unbelievable cute and peaceful in her sleep sucking on her dummy. Gently I woke her and she started crying.

       “There there Lou. It’s only me.”

       It seemed the tape had worked well overnight already introducing a couple of new habits. Louise looked up at me, confused why she had been crying and calmed herself down by sucking on her dummy. Gently, I removed the string holding the dummy in place and pulled it out of her mouth. Almost instinctively Louise made a move to grab it back but stopped herself wondering why she had just made a move for it. I handed her the bottle and she used both hands to cradle it as she eagerly drank her milk. Once she had finished I spoon fed her the food again. I had to hand it to her, she knew what was expected of her and she didn’t want to get hurt so she just followed the instructions without hesitation. This could possibly be the most easiest Girl I’ve had to train. I was beginning to wonder whether she was born for this. When she had finished I told her to lie down with her legs in the air. I grabbed a nappy and some talcum powder from the cupboard and brought it over to her. Once she could see what I had she began sobbing quietly to herself, muttering questions to herself. I gave her a look of warning and she quietened down and just closed her eyes wishing she was somewhere else. I applied some talcum powder to her tight sex and her bottom and she flinched away from my touch. She was not used to being touched down there and it amused me to see she was nervous. Once I had finished with the powder I dressed her in the nappy.

       “Louise. For being such a good little Girl for me I have brought you a gift.”

       I pulled out the little cute teddy I had brought the other day shopping and placed it in front of her. Louise just looked at it, then to me, wondering what she should do. Her subconscious was telling her to grab it, hold it close but she was still resisting a little. There was nothing more I could do at the moment and I had to give her some time so I placed the headphones in her ears again and set it on repeat.. There was an internal battle going on in her mind with her subconscious and her sanity. She was still staring at the Teddy as I placed the Dummy in her hand and walked out of the room.

       Now for Natasha. Natasha pushed herself back as far back into the corner as I entered with a look of fear on her face. I placed down the bowl I had prepared earlier and stepped back, allowing her to make the first move. After a few minutes she spoke.

       “How am I supposed to eat it?” Her shaky voice enquired.

       “You’ve got a tongue haven’t you? Use it.”

       She looked at me with a disgusted expression on her face and she had to bite back a retort but after a few minutes her hunger got the better of her. She gingerly lapped up the food with her tongue making a mess in the process. When she had finished I told her to lick the Milk she had spilt on the floor and she was about to decline until she saw the look on my face.

       “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked, crying again.

       “Well Natasha. You’ve been brought. It’s as simple as that. I can tell you one of the reasons you have been brought is because of the way you have treated people so badly. I heard you with your Mother yesterday and I had to agree with the Company’s assessment of you. Your Mother, who had raised you from Birth and loved you. You showed her no respect and you really hurt her. This is just the example I’ve heard but I expect you’ve been treating people like that all your life haven’t you?”

       “Y-y-yes.” She stammered.

       “What’s going to happen to me?”

       “Well you will server your new owner however she sees fit. One thing I know what your new life will include will be a lot of pain, a lot of humiliation. The owner doesn’t care whether you follow her willingly or not. Personally for me I would prefer that you did so willingly and I could help you with that but that depends on you.”

       “On me?”

       “Yes. You see I would wish for you to change the way you treat people. The next few years with your new owner will be tough but with my help I can make it easier for you. If you treat me with respect, I will teach you how to use the pain, the humiliation as a catalyst for your own pleasure. Will you let me do this?”

       “Y-y-yes. I don’t see what other choice I have.”

       “Exactly. Now let me lay a few ground rules. When you refer to me, or to any other Woman who is now superior to you, you will refer to them as ‘Madam’ or ‘Mistress’. If you are asked to do something. Do it. Don’t hesitate. If you hesitated when your new owner asked you to do something and continued to hesitate or resist things will get very bad for you. Lastly for now, whenever you refer to your Vagina you will use the word Cunt, your breasts will be referred to as Tits and your behind as arse. Also whenever you refer to yourself you will refer to yourself as slut. Understood? ”

       “Okay”

       “Okay what?” I challenged.

       “Okay this Slut understands Madam”

       “Good Girl.”

       “Now I’m afraid to say what comes next is unavoidable. In your time with me, you will be pierced, beaten, tattooed and tortured. This is for your own good, so that you can get used to the pain. Now if you listen to my teachings and follow my instructions you will find that you will achieve a greater level of pleasure during these acts. Now to begin. I‘m going to unchain you. I can assure you the door is locked and there is no way you can overpower me so I recommend against making a run for it. If you do it will only be worse for yourself. Once I have unchained you I want you to stand with your hands behind your head and your legs spread open.”

       This would be the test to see if Natasha had any common sense or if she just was a clueless Bitch. I undid the chains and although she didn’t make a run for it she stayed still on the floor.

       “Natasha. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. What you have to understand is that you are going to be in a lot of pain regardless of whether you behave or not. More so if you don’t. If you do behave, I dare to say I think you may learn to enjoy it.”

       Still unsure, Natasha slowly lifted herself up and put her hands behind her head and spread her legs. Her whole body was shaking with fear with every move she made. Hopefully she was beginning to trust me now the truth of her grim future was starting to settle in.

       “Good. Now I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself.”

       “What?! No”

       Maybe not. A few hard slaps across the face later and she was crying.

       “Look Natasha I’m beginning to think you’re a lost cause and that’s a bad thing for you. If you don’t do as I say I’m going to do it anyway and it’s going to be a lot more painful. Now this is your last chance. Show me how you would pleasure yourself and explain to me what you’re feeling along the way. At no point are you allowed to orgasm without asking me first and I urge you to remember the rules I had set earlier. Now last chance are you going to do it?”

       “Yes Madam”

       “Good”

       I watched her slowly move her hand down to her pussy as she closed her eyes in shame. Her cheeks had grown even rosier since the slapping and I knew that was down to the humiliation of this act.

       “After speaking to my friends madam this slut had found that my Cunt is slightly more sensitive to that of this Slut’s friends.”

       The words were shaky behind her tears. She had started slowly and already her breathing had become heavier and I could see some moisture slowly dripping down the inside of her thigh.

       “Good carry on.”

       “This slut likes to start off gently and slowly madam to enjoy the experience more. Right now this sluts toes are beginning to feel numb and this slut is beginning to feel very hot.”

       As she continued commentating on her own pleasure I grabbed the piercing gun and the first of the one inch wide golden rings.

       “Good. Now tell me when you are nearing an orgasm. Remember to ask me for permission.”

       Patiently I waited as she continued talking me through her arousal until her head began to lean back and she spoke.

       “Please Madam. This slut needs to cum”

       “Wait. You will feel a sharp scratch on your right tit. When you feel it you will be allowed to orgasm but don’t stop playing with yourself.”

       Natasha kept her eyes closed, lost in her own pleasure and not wanting to face what pain lies ahead. Carefully I positioned the piercing gun on her right nipple before pressing the button and making the piercing. She screamed and her legs buckled as the waves of pain and pleasure cursed through her. She was crying as she spoke again.

       “This slut just had the best orgasm of her life madam. It felt like a fire inside of this slut, slowly building up until it raged all inside of me.”

       “Good keep going. Now I’m going to do the same to your left breast. Upon feeling the pain I want you to use that feeling and bring yourself to another orgasm.”

       Upon hearing my words her hand sped up it’s work on her clit and she closed her eyes harder preparing herself for the next blow. I repeated the process on the left breast whilst grabbing an alcohol wipe to stop the other breast from getting an infection. She wasn’t expecting the sudden pain in both breasts as she crashed to the floor in another amazing orgasm. I told her not to move as I inserted both of the rings and when I had finished I told her to look at them in the mirror. Her face showed the horror of the unwelcome modification and she began crying.

       “Tell me slut. How do you feel?”

       “This slut… This slut feels good madam. I did as you said the second time and used both the pleasure in my Cunt and the pain in my Tits. This slut thought the two would feel completely separate but they didn‘t.” She said in short gasps.

       “Good. I told you. Now do you trust me?”

       “Yes Madam”

       “Next I’m going to repeat the process on your clit but before I do this is my gift to you. This small ring will fit around the base of your clitoris enhancing the pleasure you feel. Now stay sitting down with your legs apart.”

       Slowly I knelt down so my face was right in front of her soaking wet sex. I parted the lips with my hands and used my tongue to gently arouse the clitoris. She was already moaning again and she rested her head on the ground as I brought her ever closer to the next orgasm. I wanted to make it so that her life would from now on always be about the next orgasm. If nothing mattered but that she could take the pain and use it in hope to achieve that said orgasm. As the moans grew louder I stopped to an unsatisfied moan from Natasha. I placed the clit ring and pushed it to the base and gave the clit a little squeeze. I could see Natasha was really fighting to hold back the next orgasm. She was shaking, her breathing uncontrolled and she was muttering to herself.

       “Please.. Madam… May this slut cum.. Please?”

       “Once I have finished the piercing, yes. Now remember to use the pain again. Whilst I get ready to do the piercing I want you to gently pull and twist on your new piercing on your nipples. Do it now”

       Eager to reach climax again Natasha didn’t hesitate. I had to make sure she didn’t pull or twist to aggressively as the piercing were new. Happy she wasn’t going to damage her nipples I spread her labia with one hand and massaged the clitoris. It had grown slightly over the course of her pleasure and I finally positioned the piercing gun and made the whole. The scream of both pleasure and pain echoed around the room.

       “Now you need some time for that to heal before you play with yourself again. Now since you have done well I should probably tell you this. Your new owner wishes for you to never be able to give birth to a Child. Before you worry, I believe this to be extremely harsh. Yes, don‘t look so surprised I do have morals. I‘m going to talk to her and get her to change my mind. Don‘t worry I can be very persuasive.”

       Natasha was too exhausted to resist as I chained her back to the wall and got the iPod ready with the recording made for her. This recording will make it so that her first priority will be her own pleasure. Whatever she has to do for it, she will do. Another thing I included was what I liked to call a block. It blocked her from being able to reach climax until an event occurred. The event in this case would be pain. The only way she would be able to reach orgasm would be if she inflicted pain on herself or if someone was inflicting pain on her. It was time to give her some rest and let the events that had occurred play in her mind. With the helping of the recording it shouldn’t take too long to have her how I wanted. I quickly checked in on little Lou, and she was asleep again with the dummy in her mouth and the Teddy cradled against her breast. So cute. Happy with my work for the past six hours I headed upstairs to make the phone call to Natasha’s new owner and to prepare myself and the Girls something to eat.

       It had taken me half an hour to convince Natasha’s owner to not to take away the chance for Natasha to ever be able to have a Baby. I explained that she was regretful of the way she had acted and was behaving well. I also suggested that rather than just a pain slave, allow her to be happy by allowing her to orgasm regularly and to pleasure others. This would make for a better relationship between the two and a happier outcome for the both of them. Once I had made the phone call I went down and fed Louise again and upon checking her diaper I noticed she had pissed herself.

       “Oh has Little Lou had an accident?”

       Her face grew a deep shade of crimson in her humiliation and she was crying as I removed the diaper, added another application of Talcum Powder and put on a new diaper. I told her to get some rest before reattaching the string to the dummy and tying it around her head so that it wouldn’t escape over the night and pressing play on the iPod again.

       Natasha was half asleep when I entered with her food. Again it was from a bowl and again it was soaked in my urine. I wanted her to get used to the taste.

       “Now Natasha I think I have been kind to you so I want you to repay some of that kindness back.”

       I removed my panties and moved so that my sex was just above her face. Understanding, Natasha entered my sex with her mouth and eagerly lapped away trying her best. I could tell it was her first time and whilst it wasn’t the best I’ve had the satisfaction of seeing her broken was enough for me to very much enjoy the climax.

       “Good. No keep your head there and open your mouth. This will be something you will have to do for your new Mistress so it’s best you get used to it now. Open your mouth and I want you to swallow every last drop of my urine. If you allow any to drop you will lick it up.”

       Amazingly she complied, hoping she would be allowed another orgasm I imagine. Either that or the truth really had sunk in and she wanted to make this as good as it could get for her. The alternative really wasn’t worth thinking about for her.

       She gagged and coughed as the stream was at first too much for her to keep up with and she did spill a little. When the stream of piss had finished she looked down. I could of imagined it but I swear I saw a look of disappointment on her face as she noticed she had spilt some. Slowly she lowered herself and licked it up.

       “Good now I’m going to let you get some rest now. Keep up the good work Natasha you’re doing well. Tomorrow I‘m going to show you some new techniques of handing out pain that I have so you need your rest. Oh and I‘ve managed to talk your new owner out of going through the process of taking away your ability of being able to give birth”

       “Thank you” She said quietly.

       I pressed play on her recording before heading off to my room. I actually felt better about myself after spending the last couple of days with the Girls. Although Natasha was still confused about what she was feeling and the way she’d acted the way I wanted today, it was just an act. She was doing it for her own good, if she didn’t behave then she knew things would be much worse. However, because she was willing to act this way and not the Bitchy nature she had always shown it showed progress. I’m pretty sure after a couple of more sessions she’d learn to trust me a little more and perhaps open up to me. I’d just have to see. Feeling happy with the way the day had gone, I drifted off easily to a peaceful sleep.

        I woke up in a bright mood again and prepared the food for the two downstairs. I did the right thing by throwing myself into this assignment. I was beginning to feel really low a lot lately and that wasn’t helped by reading about my ex partner. It was only when I was on my own like this that I had a chance to reflect on it and how it made me feel. Because I had read that story it made me realise how lonely I was. Yes I had the Girls I had trained for brief periods and towards the end of their training they would be happy in my company but then they would be transported to their owners and I was alone again. I had to get my mind off of this line of thought and finish with the two Girls. I would have to deal with this before I came back here to work next year.

       Emma was awake and was playing with her teddy with the dummy in her mouth. Her eyes brightened up when she saw me realising it was time to eat again. The recording I had made was really starting to effect the way that her brain worked now. Her face was bright and content as she was playing with her Teddy. I could see that her memories were locked away now, she no longer seemed frightened of me or of the room she was in. I watched her watch me as I entered the room and she crawled over to me and took her dummy out of her mouth

       “Mummy?”

       Aww it was so cute my heart almost melted.

       “No I’m not your Mummy Lou but I’m looking after you whilst she’s away”

       “Want Mummy!” she screamed and repeated it.

       “Lou stop that now it’s time to eat”

       “No!”

       I had expected this soon. The recording working as well as it had, would change all the ways she would behave to that of a young child. Including the tantrums. The only way for her to learn would be for me to discipline her. I knelt down and grabbed her, lifting her so that her stomach was resting across my thighs. The action was so swift that Lou had stopped her tantrum and was suddenly afraid.

       “I’m sorry Lou you need to learn to do as your told.”

       She started kicking her legs and screaming as she was spanked for the first time. I didn’t want to do it too hard, but hard enough for her to realise that this was a bad thing and that she would think again before throwing a tantrum. After ten slaps she was crying and muttering to herself.

       “Look Lou. I didn’t want to have to do that but you left me no choice. Are you finished now?”

       “Yes” she sulked.

       “Good. Now it’s time to eat your food and drink your bottle”

       She had calmed down a little whilst she was drinking her bottle but was still sobbing a little. Once she had finished I changed her nappy but during the process I slipped in a little vibrator before finishing dressing her in the nappy. This will confuse her. Although most of her memories had been locked away and her brain had regressed quite a bit they were still there in the back of her mind. It would be natural for her to have brief moments of realisation and the vibrator would help with those. The owner wanted her to feel what she was going through as a young adult would but not permanently. She also wanted the effects to be reversible so that a year later she could change back. After a year of acting the way a baby would these habits would become natural to her, and although she would have full access to the part of her brain that held knowledge such as language she would choose not to.

       Once Lou had fully settled down I grabbed a book I had brought her called ‘Cat on the Mat’ and got her to read it to me. As she struggled with the words and marvelled in the illustrations I remotely turned on the vibrator. Towards the end of the book her breathing became heavier. Before she could finish the book she experienced an explosive orgasm. Panting heavily she began to look around with a look of panic in her eyes.

       “What’s happening to me? Why couldn’t I read that book earlier?”

       “Don’t worry Louise it’s all part of your training. Everything will be fine. Now just relax and calm down. That’s it. Control your breathing.”

       Once she had managed to calm down she seemed to regress back to the way the recordings taught her to be and she didn’t seem to remember her outburst, so continued on with her book. Once she had finished I congratulated her and rewarded her with some new toys. She seemed particularly fond of the little box with the shaped holes and shaped bricks. Now that Lou seemed content again with the dummy in her mouth, playing with the toys and the vibrator softly massaging her clit I decided to pay Natasha a visit. First though I had to pick up some bits for her pain filled session.

       “Hey Natasha. Are you ready for today’s session?”

       “Yes Madam”

       “Today you will experience pain unlike any other you’ve experienced before.

         I want you to keep an open mind, use the pain and try not to focus on it too          much but use it in line with the pleasure and you’ll experience more pleasure          than you have ever before.”

        “This slut will try Madam.”

        It was good to see her continuing to throw herself into this. As much as she originally disgusted me, Natasha was beginning to grow on me. The first thing on the agenda was to tie her up so I got her to stand with her legs spread and stretching her arms above her head. Using some rope I bound her arms taut to some eye hooks in the ceiling of the basement. I could tell she was using everything she had to hide the fear and keep it together and it pleased me. Once she was bound I started slowly, pulling lightly on her nipple rings, the one on her clit and pinching separate areas whilst massaging her pussy. At first she was flinching away from the pain but as her body started rocking with the pleasure cursing through her the pain just caused her to sigh.

       “Right slut. We’re going to step it up a notch. Are you ready?”

       “Yes Madam.”

       To make sure she continued to appreciate the pain I attached a key ring vibrating ball to the ring in her Pussy and set it on the lower medium setting. I didn’t want the Vibrator alone to cause her to orgasm. I wanted her to use the pain to send her over. Natasha’s eyes widened with fear as I pulled out the cane and proceeded to hit her continuously with it. After the fifth whack on her behind she was crying behind closed eyes though still very much aroused. She was deep in concentration, feeling every whack, feeling every vibration. Within a couple of minutes the Cane was really beginning to leave its mark with red streaks showing across her behind and the back of her thighs. After the fifth hit on her breasts Natasha achieved her first of many orgasms to come. Her cries of pleasure echoed around the room and when she recovered she smiled. Yes that was the greatest orgasm of her life. I gave her a minute to relax a little and recover before continuing. Picking up a couple of hooked weights I attached them to Natasha’s new Jewellery on her nipples. Her eyes were still closed taking in everything and she sighed in approval. I spent the next few minutes playing with the hooked weights, telling her to swing her breasts herself. Her body convulsed again as another orgasm shook through her. This session was going to exhaust her. When she had recovered she had surprised me by speaking.

       “Thank you Madam. May this slut have permission to speak out of character for a few minutes.”

       “Yes Natasha. But don’t get used to it.”

       “I’d like to thank you for not just teaching me how to achieve this new enhanced level of pleasure but for helping me get to take a look at myself. I have been a Bitch too many people for no reason at all. It wasn’t my Parents fault I was pampered, they just wanted to make me happy and the more and more I began to take from them the more I expected. Not just from them but from other people. I began to expect too much, even from my Parents and when they tried to rectify their mistake by refusing to give in to my wants I started being a Bitch. Although this new life isn’t what I had wanted it’s helped me realise this and for that I thank you and will do everything I can to make this new life work for me. I guess what I’m trying to say is that this Slut commits to your training Madam. Do your worse” She smiled a wicked smile at the end.

       I didn’t know what to say. It seemed I was right to have given her a chance and to do my worse was what I did.  Over the next two hours Natasha was subjected to some hard whipping, some more degradation in the form of spitting, face slapping and being forced to cause pain to herself some more by swinging her breasts. Again and again waves of pleasure overcame her and she had orgasm after orgasm. Towards the end of the session Natasha was barely conscious. Her legs kept giving way leaving her at times hanging her weight on her bound arms. Still I wanted at least one more orgasm from her and for that I had to end on a high.

       “Right Natasha for this one you will be blindfolded” I said as I covered her eyes with the blindfold.

       “Good. Now this part will be the last and the toughest yet for today. I want you to give it your all, swing those breasts as hard as you can.”

       She didn’t disappoint and went full swing throwing in every last drop of energy she had. Picking up a few needles I proceeded to pierce her body in various places. First in the breasts, taking pleasure in her sighs as the needle pierced the skin. Next was her lips which caused her to cry out with a mix of pain and pleasure with another orgasm. Once I had finished with the needles I picked up a leaf of Stinging Nettles I had picked earlier. I gently started tracing the Nettles across her neck following down over the breasts. She was out of control, breathing heavily and leaning into the Nettles. Following the trail down across her perfectly toned stomach I finally reached her labia and her whole body rocked as she experienced her best orgasm yet. She had passed out from the experience. I smiled to myself happy that she had experienced that. If she had refused to behave earlier this would have been much worse for her. She would have had all the pain and none of the pleasure. Thinking she’d be happier in her frame of mind when she would eventually wake up I left the vibrator running and stuffed the Stinging Nettles into her aching and soaked Pussy before leaving her to rest hanging in the centre of the room.

       Lou was still happily playing with her toys in her room and as I entered she experienced an orgasm from the vibrator I had placed earlier. When she had recovered she laughed an innocent laugh giving me the impression it wasn’t the first she had experienced before continuing to play with her toys. I sat there watching her play for ten minutes or it could have been longer. I was besotted with her she looked so happy like this. Eventually after what seemed like another ten minutes though it could have been more she yawned.

       “Ok Louise it’s time to sleep.”

       “Sing!” She demanded.

       “Okay. But only if you promise to try to sleep when I do.”

       “I pwomisss” She smiled.

       I watched Lou crawl over to me and rest her head on my legs cuddling her teddy and for a moment I wondered what to sing. It was then I recalled a moment when I was younger and my Mother had sung me to sleep.

       “Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock..”

       It didn’t take long for Louise to fall asleep and I gently removed her head from my legs and rested it on a pillow. I sat there for another few minutes watching her sleep before I yawned myself and realised it was time for bed. I quickly popped in to see if Natasha had come to and I could see that she had, though she was resting her head on her arms breathing heavily.

       “Goodnight Natasha”

       “Goodnight Madam. Thank you” She whispered exhausted.

       It wasn’t until I reached my room that I realised how exhausted I was today. It was going to be even harder when I had a third slave to train. I collapsed into my bed and checked my phone before I tried to drift off. I had one message from the Company telling me to expect delivery early next Morning. Feeling excited of having another Girl to play with and train I found it difficult to sleep for around ten minutes before the exhaustion kicked in and I was flat out.

       I had slept for longer than I had wanted the next Morning and I was woken up by the sound of a knock at my door. I opened it and the delivery man just pushed the Girl in and downstairs into one of the small rooms before coming back up to say Hello and asked how it was going. We spoke for five minutes over a cup of Coffee before he left and I decided to check out the new Girl before I made Breakfast for the two others.

       Upon opening the door I saw a tiny, slim young Girl in front of me with a black hood over her head. The thing about her that I first noticed was how large her breasts were for such a petit Woman. Carefully I approached her where she was lying on the floor and removed the hood.

       “Emma!” I exclaimed both with relief and confusion.

       “Stacey? Stacey is that you?” The young Girl cried with relief on her face.

       “Oh my god Emma what happened?”

       “Well I was just Shopping and some burly Men grabbed me and must have          injected me with something as next thing I knew I was out cold. Next thing

        I remember was that I was in a House in France with some horrid, old                 Woman.”

       I watched the emotions change on Emma’s face as she told her story. She explained how empty life had felt after she had lost her family. Moving to London was her way of starting a new life and leaving her old one behind but it didn’t work. She couldn’t relate to People properly and she would cry herself to sleep every night feeling so lonely.

       “I know this sounds messed up but although all the bad things that old Woman did to me, I felt like I belonged. I was content serving that Lady but apparently I wasn’t up to her standards so she sold me for a cheap price.”

       That would have been the Company. Always looking for a bargain when they can. That and it costs them less than arranging the whole kidnapping.

       “There was a guy in the Van who didn’t come in told me to give you this but before I do can you explain what you’re doing here?”

       “Well. I think I’ll start with when you were forced to leave. To put it simply my Father turned into a complete Wanker. He started drinking excessively and on those nights where he had had too much he would beat my Mother or myself even attempting to force me to pleasure him. It was a bad time for me and eventually my Mother gained enough strength to report him. At the time I couldn’t forgive her for letting it go on for so long and as soon as I turned Eighteen I moved here”

       “Oh I’m sorry to hear that Stacey.”

       “I know. But I left it behind me and I was approached by the guys who gave you that letter with a Job proposal. I had little money at the time and was felt very bitter towards the World. I accepted the Job which was to train young Woman who had been kidnapped to help them fit in to their new lives. At the beginning this did make me question my own morals. No matter how shit my life had been did I have to treat people this way?”

       “Oh. So that’s why I’ve been sent here.”

       Emma seemed neither unhappy or shocked about the revelation, more just happy to understand why she was here.

       “Well it occurred to me that I could help these Women. They were going to be sold into slavery either way and I could make it easier for them. I then started spending more time explaining what was going to happen and how they can learn how to make the most of their new life. It worked. After a few months I received a couple of letters from the Owners of these Girls and they outlined how pleased they were with them and how the Girls seemed to be enjoying themselves. So that is what I do and why I’m here. Now lets see what we’re to do with you. Can I have a look at that letter?”

       “Well it’s good to see you’re well Stacey and you know I’m not going to judge          you on what you do here. My memories of you were all I had to get by when          my Mother forced us to move away.” Emma said softly passing me the letter.

       I thanked her before opening the letter and reading it out so that she knew what it was about.

       

       Stacey.

       Thank you again for agreeing to take on a new trainee whilst you are already        busy with another two. This beautiful, young Girl is called Emma and her                story is a little unfortunate. She was kidnapped in England by a rookie group        who sold her to another Woman with no training. This Woman was        inexperienced and untalented in coaching individuals and was therefore        frustrated and disappointed of the result. I see a lot of potential in Emma and        would appreciate it if you could train her in the basics of servitude. I think it        would be best if you trained her as a maid because that is what she was        originally trained as. Albeit poorly.

       Thank you again.

       Mr Smith.

       “So where do we go from here Emma?”

       My emotions and thoughts were in conflict. Emma was my first love and someone who was truly close to me. I couldn’t force her to become what she didn’t want to be, it would destroy me and yet I wouldn’t allow anyone else to train her so the only option left would be to let her free. The only problem was if I did that I would be in a lot of trouble with the company. Losing my Job here would probably be the least of my troubles.

       “Train me.” She answered confidently.

       “Are you sure Em? You don’t have to live this life”

       “Look Stacey. If I agree to let you train me it means I get to spend a couple of         weeks with the only person I’ve truly felt about. Besides my life was shit        before I was kidnapped and I was strangely aroused and excited from doing it        before your Company brought me. The only problem was this scared me which        caused me to make mistakes which displeased my Mistress.”

       “If you’re entirely sure I will. Tell me if you’re not enjoying it and if I can help         you in anyway. When I’m in Character whilst training somebody I can get a         little carried away.”

       “You always did have problems containing you’re excitement Stacey” Emma         grinned as she hugged me and I laughed enjoying the warmth of her arms.

       “So Stacey. Well I guess now it’s Mistress. I am willing to start this training         whenever you are ready.”

       “Well. Follow me.” I said giving her nipple a little pull as I did. She reacted with a pleasurable sigh and followed smiling.

       The first thing I got Emma to do was to prepare the food for Natasha and Lou. Once she had finished I led her downstairs and introduced her to little Lou. The shock on her face was priceless and I could see a million questions form into her mind. Louise was awake muttering a song to herself without forming words properly because of the dummy whilst playing with her Teddy dressed in just her nappy.

       “This is Lou. Lou’s new owner wishes her to be like a Child and I was able to make that wish true. As you can see her training is almost complete. She has the mind of a two to three year old and as you can tell she is happy. Occasionally her mind will revert back to normal but that will be only temporary. Eventually Louise will come to accept and enjoy this life and she will be happy during the time her mind reverts back.”

       Emma was speechless and I couldn’t blame her. However she was curious and she went and sat down next to Louise.

       “Hey Lou. I’m Emma”

       “Em-ma” Lou sounded out and smiled before repeating the name over and laughing.

       “Right whilst I do my closing session with Stacey your job is to look after Lou here. She will need to be fed the bottle, have her nappy changed. Oh and you can play with her for a while.” I added with a wink.

       Emma had a somewhat shameless grin on her face as I turned to leave the room. I couldn’t help but mirror the emotion on mine. It had been so long since I had seen her and after the article I had read in the paper I was genuinely fearful for her. Just then an idea hit me. I had made quite a bit of excess money over this working year through bonuses and such and had no idea what to treat myself to. Would she agree I wonder?

       “Emma. How would you feel if I was to buy you from the Company?”

       “Oh Stacey you don’t have to. It’s more than enough just to spend this time         with you. Don’t feel too sorry for my current situation. I’m happy.”

       “I know sweetheart. But what if I wanted it? What if I wanted you to be my         maid? I can offer all you crave and perhaps we can rekindle what we had all         those years ago.”

       “I would love it” She said simply before approaching me and embracing me in a tender hug.

       Feeling a lot more happier than I had over the past few weeks I entered Natasha’s room leaving Emma with Lou. This Morning was the last of the time I had with the two slaves before they were picked up and sent to there new owners. Natasha was awake when I entered the room and smiled at me as I entered.

       “Morning Mistress. You look happy”

       “I am very happy Natasha thank you. Now this Morning is the last of your time         with me and I have to say I’m going to miss you. Even though that fact                 surprises me. Are you ready for what lies ahead?”

       “Yes Mistress. I am grateful for everything you’ve showed me. Also you saved          me from what could have been a lot worse.”

       That was true. The original plans Natasha’s owner had for her were harsh even by my standards. Still I had talked the future Owner out of taking away Natasha’s chance to bare a Child and persuaded her to allow her to orgasm, give her a chance and she would impress. Since Natasha learned how to use the pain to achieve a higher level of orgasm I’d never seen a previous trainee so dedicated in the sessions.

       “You’re welcome. So one last session before you go?”

       “I’d love that.”

       Smiling, I bound Natasha’s arms together behind her in the backwards prayer bind. I heard the pain and discomfort it caused as I bound her arms with the rope. Once her arms were bound I motioned for her to stand up and present her breasts out for me. I then proceeded to whip them, hard, for ten minutes until they had turned a nice shade of red. Next I attached a couple of weights onto her nipple rings before sitting down and stretching out my leg with my foot pointing upwards.

       “Ok Natasha. If you need to release some of that sexual tension you have inside, position yourself above my foot and get on your knees with your knees spread wide and fuck yourself.”

       Natasha didn’t need to be asked twice and she responded quickly, excited by the prospect of the orgasm. Whilst she was fucking my foot I reached for the whip and gave her breasts another few lashes. Not too long later Natasha was asking for permission to cum and I allowed it and she let the orgasm rip through her as she collapsed onto my foot. Gently I withdrew my foot before presenting it in front of her face. She didn’t need to be told what to do and she started lapping away at her own juices, getting some over her face in the process. Once she had cleaned my foot I stood and positioned my sex in front of her face and told her to go ahead. Over the last couple of weeks Natasha had dramatically improved in her pussy licking ability. I groaned as her tongue worked away in an experienced way. Quickly my breathing became heavier and I let the orgasm wave through me.

       “Well done Natasha you are more than ready and I can’t see any reason why

        your new owner won’t enjoy your servitude. The company will be here in                 around an hour so I‘ll let you have a little kip before you leave.”

       “Thank you Mistress.”

       I left Natasha bound in that position to allow her a little rest and went to check on how Emma was doing.

       “Shush” Emma whispered as I entered the room.

       Lou was cuddled up with her eyes go with Emma’s left nipple in her mouth. Emma was glistening with her sweat and had an unfocused look in her eye as she played with herself.

       “I see you’ve had some fun already”  I laughed.

       “Yes she’s very good. I imagine that’s your doing.”

       I explained that the Company would be here to pick up the two Girls in less than an hour and Emma asked if we could keep Lou. I laughed it off saying she was cute, and perhaps one day I would acquire a similar slave in the future. I watched as Emma gently laid Lou down on her bed and joined me upstairs as we waited for the Company to come.

       It was a sad moment for me watching the two Girls leave and sharing my goodbyes with Natasha wishing her luck for her new life. Lou was still asleep as the pick up guy gently carried her out to the Van.

       “So what now Stacey?. Mistress I mean” Emma said as the Van drove away.

       “Well now I am off work for eight months and I will begin your training                  sweety. I will ring Mr Smith and tell him that I will buy you. I’ll train you                 here for the next couple of months then I think it would be time for me to                 head back to England for a little while. I need to see my Mother.”

       “Sounds good to me Mistress” Emma held my hand as we walked back into the Villa.

Coming Next: Emma’s training begins.

               Stacey and Emma head back to England.

               The Company hold a Christmas party with the owners and the slaves                they had brought in London.        

       

       

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Stacey’s Job - Part Three

Author’s Note:  This part will be told through the perspectives of different                           characters rather than just Stacey. If you prefer the original                           method please let me know. Thank you for the very constructive                             feedback and reviews, I’m very grateful. Please keep them coming.

          Sorry for the delay in this part and hopefully the next one will be quicker.

       Stacey.

       Fucking rain. It never ceases. I arrived back in the UK with Emma a couple of days ago and it had been consistently raining since we had landed. As soon as the Airplane had left Spain, the weather outside the window gradually went from bad to worse. By the time we had reached Northern France the sky had turned to grey under the miserable cloud cover. Typically, once we had entered England airspace it was raining. It was handy that I had thought ahead and arranged a pick up service to take us to our Hotel. Emma had been great company on the flight and back in the Hotel. We had spent the flight reminiscing about our childhood relationship together, the highs, the lows and even her hopes for the future. I couldn’t mistake the excitement on her face as I answered her questions about what she would be doing as my Slave. Her company had made up for how I felt about the weather in England! It was amazing how much I really needed someone close to me yet it was because of her now that I was rushing around this morning, slightly stressed and a little nervous. I had been trying to put off the main reason I had returned to England ever since I had arrived, preferring to spend as much time with Emma, doing the thing normal couples do before I started her training. Still it had been bothering me for a while and Emma was right. It was time to pay a visit to my Mother for the first time in a very long time.

       The House was completely different to how I remembered it. When once it was shoddy with the paint flaking off the stained white Walls, the Garden a mass of weeds and Trash it had seemed to transformed into something, well something beautiful. There was no other word for it. I even began to wonder if my Mother had moved away from this House and another Family had moved in. I opened the gate and walked slowly across the pavement admiring the freshly trimmed grass and the gorgeous Flowers placed around the edge. When I reached the door I froze. What would she think of me leaving without telling her? Would she still love me after I left her alone with my alcoholic Father?

       “Go on Stacey. If you don’t do this now you never will. I’m with you, don’t be scared” Emma encouraged tenderly squeezing my hand. Breathing deeply, I rang the doorbell. There was no turning back now.

       My Mother answered the door and was still, silent. If it wasn’t for her reaction I wouldn’t have recognised her. Gone were the bruises from the beatings my Father had given her whilst intoxicated, gone was the lifeless look in her eyes that showed she had given up on life. Instead, she looked healthy and happy.

       “Stacey. Stacey is that you?” She stuttered, unable to find the right words. I told her it was and her eyes filled with tears as she embraced me and welcomed us inside. The House, my former Home felt foreign to me as I removed my Shoes and my Jacket inside the hall. It was clean and tidy for a start. I wondered where she had got the money as when I was a Child neither my Mother or my Father worked, they lived off of benefits. She led us both into the Living Room and invited us to sit down on the Sofa opposite to the Chair she sat down in. This room had changed a lot as well. The thick red carpet along with the patterned matching wallpaper gave the Room some warmth and looking around I noticed some wall hangings that had not been there before. Some stylish concept arts of London Traffic, a rather beautiful Countryside scenery and, one that touched me, a Picture we had taken when I was only ten with my Mother.

       After an initial nervous period where neither of us said much my Mother made us both a cup of Coffee and decided to tell her Story of what happened after I left. She was unaware of the filthy things my Father had tried to do to me until she had found a tin box full of pictures he had forcibly taken of me whilst I was naked. Understanding the reason why I had to run away, my Mother finally gained the strength to fight him. She had reported him to the Police and shortly after he was arrested on the count of abuse to both my Mother and myself. It was when he was gone that she had finally opened up to the World around her, meeting the Neighbours properly for the first time and it was one of these Neighbours, a single Father next door to the left who had helped her find her way in life again. He had given her a Job as an interior designer and she had found that she loved it. She also admitted she had a date scheduled with him at a local Restaurant tomorrow night.

       Emma, during all of this time sat in silence, holding my hand and let us catch up. She was a huge support to me and I know I wouldn’t have been strong enough to do this without her here. My Mother seemed to notice how close we were to each other and her eyes locked on our hands.

       “So you two are a couple?” She asked nervously, wondering if she overstepped the mark. I smiled in response, anxious as to how she would react to discovering that her Daughter was a Lesbian.

       “I guess that makes sense” She laughed to herself lost in a memory. “You two were always inseparable when you were younger.”

       We spent the rest of the Morning at my Mothers house giving her my Life story about how I had ran away to Spain, lying about the details of my Job obviously using the charade that I was in charge of training for a Sales Company in Spain. It was good for me, to see my Mother happy like this. It seemed to help me repress my Childhood and all the hard times I had spent in this House. I told her it was Happy how her Life had progressed and promised I would visit her much more often in the future before leaving back to the Hotel.

       I was bouncing around at our Room back at the Hotel and I could only imagine by the impression Emma gave me that my Face showed how happy I currently felt. Elated by the way the Morning had gone I had decided I was going to buy my own place in England so I had somewhere to come back to when I had finished with my Work in Spain. Emma came with me and we spent the afternoon looking around Houses available in the area. Most of the houses were dull and uninviting and it wasn’t until I mentioned to the Sales Agent that we were looking for something a bit more upmarket that his face lit up.

       “I have just the thing for you. This House is exquisite, it was made available only yesterday and the current Owners are looking for a quick sale having already found another place in the Countryside.” The enthusiastic Agent explained on the journey there.

       We arrived at the House on the outskirts of London a little over half hour later. Damn he was right. My first impressions of the House was that it was amazing. It was detached, had a huge well kept Garden and the walls looked absolutely stunning covered with a Clematis that had climbed up the white walls. Once inside we noticed how spacious it was, the Kitchen already fitted with appliances, the Living room already decorated and had a beautiful black, leather Sofa facing a wall mounted Plasma Television. It didn’t take too long for Emma to show her wonder at the House as well. The previous owners had done an amazing Job with the place and I wondered why the previous owners had decided to leave until the Sales Agent explained that the Woman’s Mother had recently come down with some kind of serious illness and they wanted to be closer to her. Sad, but still it worked out brilliantly for us. I agreed that I would buy the place with the Sales Agent and headed back to the Real Estate Offices to sign the necessary paperwork. A couple of days later we were allowed to move in.

       The Sun was shining brightly through the closed curtains as I awoke from my slumber. Emma and I had spent our first night in this House and what a great one it was. She had decided she wanted to ’Christen’ the bedroom and we had made passionate love. I was still in an elated mood from the night before as I headed down to the Kitchen to make us both some Breakfast. Upon smelling the unmistakable smell that bread gave when it was toasting Emma picked herself out of Bed and joined me.

       “Right. Today we will start your training Sweetheart. Are you sure this is what  you want to do as I will still love you and you’re welcome to stay with me either way?.” I offered her a last chance to back out of this if she had wanted and she immediately declined saying she was thrilled to be my submissive lover. Delighted with her choice I told her to get dressed in the Clothes I had laid out for her as we were going shopping and that she was not to wear any underwear for the trip.

       Ten minutes later Emma walked down the stairs, ready to leave. She looked incredibly sexy in the white Blouse, unbuttoned to show a bit of cleavage, revealing the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and short Denim skirt I had left out for her. I nearly dropped the plans for the day and have her right there and then. I watched as the high heels made her bottom sway as she walked to the waiting Taxi, with the bottom half of her cheeks visible in the short skirt. The Taxi driver did a double take as he saw the two of us enter the Car and I caught him looking often in the mirror at Emma throughout the whole ride to the Underground Station. With her cheeks giving away the humiliation she felt and the fact she was breathing heavily told me that Emma was turned on by this show of exhibitionism. I told her to pay the Taxi driver when we had arrived, watching as the Taxi Driver got an eyeful of when she leaned forward to pay him.

       We only had five minutes to wait for the Train to arrive on the Underground but them five minutes must have felt like an eternity to Emma who felt all the eyes of the People waiting watching her every move. She gasped a little, attempting to control the wave of humiliation and pleasure she felt from that as an old couple walked past barely attempting to keep their opinions to themselves as they muttered ‘disgusting’ with an obvious contempt. I had deliberately placed us so that we were in the middle of the Platform rather than hiding in the corner so that Emma was visible to all. When the train had arrived I told her to walk ahead of me and take a seat, keeping her legs open, her head facing up with her hands resting behind it when she was seated. I took a seat opposite her watching her internal battle to keep herself from just throwing a hand down and masturbating right there for all to see. It was then that I realised just how poor her previous training had been. She had no real discipline or control when she felt this way. Something of course that I would have to change. A group of Teenagers who were heading to College entered the same Carriage we had and couldn’t believe what they were seeing. In front of them was a young Woman showing her neatly trimmed private parts for the World to see. They chose to stand rather than sit next to her and I heard the guys talking excitedly about what they had seen whilst the Girls sighed and stated how much of a Whore they thought she was.

       “Hey there Guys” I said with a smile. “ Do you like what you see?” The Guys looked shocked that I was speaking to them, obviously uncomfortable with the situation they were in. One of the two, a little more daring than the other stated that he did very much so and asked if he could touch it.

       “What do you think Emma? Should he touch it?” I smirked and she looked at me her eyes portraying everything she was feeling right then. They were pleading with me not to do this yet she seemed more aroused more than ever and I noticed that she was beginning to leak her Juices a little onto the seat.

       “Yes Mistress. Please” She barely whispered and I motioned for the Teenager to go forward and told him to gently blow at it before guiding him around having a feel. Emma’s breathing deepened and her eyes closed and she began humping his hand right there and then! The Girls who were standing feet away couldn’t keep their eyes away and although they were still saying what a dirty little Whore she was. They were transfixed. The other Guy, encouraged by the actions of his Friend moved in closer and pulled up her short Skirt so he could have a better look.

       “Why don’t you unbutton her Blouse and take a closer look at her breasts. Believe me they’re worth it.” He didn’t need to be told twice and Emma sighed deeply at the attention she was getting.

       “Oh Emma. If you want to have an orgasm you’re going to have to wait. I forbid you to have one whilst we’re on this Train and in future you’re not to have one without my permission”

       With that she groaned in frustration and slowed down on humping the Boy’s hand. The two Girls who were with the Guys now moved in closer, curious of what was taking place here.

       “Why is she doing what you say?” They asked incredulously and I answered simply that she was my Slave and she did what she was told. I encouraged them to have a feel for themselves and persuaded them to kiss her, explaining that Women are far better kissers than most Guys were. One of them looked repulsed but the other let the curiosity get the better of her and moved in to kiss her. Emma was really struggling to control herself and she was breathing heavily lost in her own humiliation and pleasure.        

       Eventually the Train began to slow down and we had reached Oxford Street.

       “Sorry Guys and Girls the show is over, this is our stop. Come on Emma. Remember to keep your hands behind your head and leave your Clothes as they are.” I smiled as I watched her reluctantly remove herself from the seat and the attention of the group of college kids. She was a sight to behold as I watched her walk behind me, her eyes facing directly ahead of herself avoiding all the shocked looks around her. She walked out of the underground station, blushed and hot with her blouse left open and the glistening of her juices showing her arousal to the world. As humiliated as she was, I think she was actually enjoying this.

       Emma

       Oh my fucking God what a day. I had found a new side of me that I never knew existed after I was kidnapped and left with that old Bitch earlier this year. Naturally I was scared at first, obviously, but I began to find that I enjoyed being dominated but my previous Mistress had nothing on Stacey. I was nervous from the moment the Taxi driver spotted me from inside his Cab when we were picked up earlier. I looked like your common, dirty Whore and yes I did notice that he couldn’t keep he’s pervert eyes off of me for pretty much the whole trip. It was a wonder he never crashed. The first sign of my arousal started there and I was lucky we left the Taxi when we did otherwise I would have stained his precious, black leather seats. Then there was the Underground station and I almost lost control the moment the old couple walked past. I should have been ashamed when they muttered the word ‘disgusting’ loud enough for me to hear. Instead I nearly reached down to play with myself. God Stacey was so damn good at this. She knew all the right buttons to press and I had to admit being out in the public made this a shit load more exciting for me. I was saved from further humiliating myself by the Train arriving or so I thought. Stacey whispered some instructions into my ear softly which startled me. Still, I wanted to convince her that I was up to the Job and that I really wanted this so I sat down on the first empty set of seats that I could see, spread my legs and held my hands behind my head. Fully aware that the breeze in the empty Carriage was not helping the arousal I felt from my already soaking Pussy. I tried to concentrate on Stacey’s beautiful face ignoring the fact that I was showing off all I had to anyone who walked past.

       Within a few minutes of taking my seat on the Train I was broke out of my relaxed stupor by a group of four College Kids entering our Carriage. I watched warily as Stacey looked at them and then back at me giving me a sly wink. Shit what did she have planned now? A few minutes later I found myself with a Teenager’s eager hand exploring my Vagina. I was barely conscious as waves of pleasure and humiliation crashed over me. Yes I did hear the ‘Whore’ comments from the Guy’s two Lady friends but that only heightened the pleasure I was feeling inside. Next came the Guy’s mate who roughly unbuttoned my Blouse fully and started massaging my nipples. God this was getting too much. I was going to have a full blown orgasm right in front of these Teenagers in the middle of a public Train.

       “Oh Emma. If you want to have an orgasm you’re going to have to wait. I forbid you to have one whilst we’re on this Train and in future you’re not to have one without my permission” I barely heard Stacey say to my disbelief.

       Oh fuck no. How the hell was I going to hold that off. Using all the strength I had in me I attempted to deny the orgasm. This was going to be difficult. I found myself concentrating on the adverts above the windows, including an ironic sign from the London Underground stating ‘I think I am being watched’.

       The tension was becoming too much and I was losing the fight to control my orgasm when the Train began to slow and the next Station, Oxford Street came into view.

       “Sorry Guys and Girls the show is over, this is our stop. Come on Emma. Remember to keep your hands behind your head and leave your Clothes as they are.”

       I was too aroused to be thankful that this public ordeal with these teenagers was over. I needed to climax and I shot Stacey a plea with my eyes trying to pull off the cute ‘puppy dog eyes’ trick but she remained strong and just walked off telling me to follow her. I felt much more exposed than I was in the Train out in the open. With the soft breeze my Blouse was flying open giving everyone a full on view of my Breasts. I tried to speed up but remembered I had to stay behind Stacey who was, I guessed, deliberately walking at the speed of a snail. I couldn’t stop myself from looking in the Faces of the People who passed me and noted their mixed reactions which ranged from looks of disgust and shock to a very satisfied smile, some even winking. A few overly confident Blokes even felt the need to grope my behind or ‘accidentally’ brush their hands against my Nipples as they passed. That really didn’t help. Now my Nipples stood to attention standing at around three quarters of an inch. Yes I had taken the time in the past to measure them having been astonished at the length they reached when they were aroused. I was still fighting the losing fight against myself to stop myself from having an orgasm on the Streets of London when it seemed Stacey had reached her first destination. I should of known it would be an adult shop.

       It was a typical run of the mill Adult shop I noticed as I walked inside behind the curtained doors. Firstly I was greeted by the usual wide collection of Adult DVD’s but we walked straight past those to the ‘toy’s at the back. The Shop was unusually busy compared to my past experiences of nervously poking around in these type of shops. Without further instructions from Stacey, I held the pose with my hands behind my head and my legs apart as Stacey had a private word with the owner who smiled and gave me a knowing wink. My attention was on Stacey walking back to me smiling as I tried to ignore all the eyes in the shop looking at me in anticipation. I watched Stacey bend down to pick up something off a hook. It was a ball-gag. Her eyes met mine as she opened the packaging and held it out in front of my face. Oh shit. There was so many People here who would see me. Then again by the way I was feeling I wasn’t sure that was a bad feeling. Being exposed like this, like I was earlier I found turned me on, a lot. It was still taking everything I had not to play with myself but I held my control and opened my mouth. Stacey placed it inside my mouth and strapped it around the back of my head. Damn it felt big. My jaw was stretched to the limit and within a few minutes I felt the first of my drooling escape from behind the gag. The Customers inside the store made no effort of concealing their curiosity now as they gathered closer to get a better look at what was happening. They were openly laughing and joking among themselves, entertained by the events unfolding in front of them. Next Stacey picked up and unpackaged a collar and leash pack which she placed around my Neck before attaching the Leash. Stacey was fiddling with the Collar behind me and I felt something that was attached to the Collar being pulled over my head.

       “What do you think of these?” Stacey asked with a mischievous smile showing a nose hook on the end of the strap attached to the Collar. The cold touch of the hooks caused me to shiver sending another wave of pleasure which I felt through my whole Body. It was tightened until it caused me to be unable to lower my head, lifting my nose up to almost the appearance of a Pig’s! Flash! Fuck they were taking Pictures now. I should be degraded to a point I wouldn’t recover yet I was loving their taunts, their Jibes and the laughing. It made me feel just so damn incredibly hot. I was struggling to concentrate enough to ask Stacey for what I needed the most right now.

       “Mistress… Can… Can I Please Cum?” I hoped beyond anything I had hoped for before that she would accept but the wicked smile on her face told me otherwise, ‘Not Yet‘ she taunted. Fuck it. I started grinding my Teeth hard on the Ball-Gag to the point I was certain I must have left an imprint. The crowd were laughing uncontrollably at my predicament now and they began laughing harder when they saw what Stacey had picked up next. A French Maid’s Outfit! As she held it up in front of me she instructed for me to undress and I obeyed, slowly taking my Shirt off before teasingly lowering my Skirt and kicking it off. Well if these People wanted a show I was going to fucking give it to them. Once I was in my Birthday Suit Stacey threw the outfit onto the floor in front of me and I got the chance to give it a proper look over. The material of the dress was Vinyl and it was in the colour of an apple red with a black, vinyl Apron. I knew she chose the colour to match my deep, red Hair colour and with the right make up I would look incredibly slutty with the low cut top and the very short hem. I slowly slipped into it as Stacey threw over a pair of black stockings and a pair of four inch long high heels. Even looking at them made me feel uncomfortable, it was going to be unbelievably painful getting used to them. I squeezed my feet into the Shoes and felt an intense pain on the tips of my Toes which was supporting most of my weight.

       “Why don’t you give your fans here a little Parade Emma?” Stacey smiled indicating for me to do a little Fashion Show walk down one of the aisles. I was stumbling all over the place as I tried to get used to the Shoes to a mixture of laughs and wolf whistles from the crowd. I walked back and down the aisle three times and on the third walk I was slowly getting used to them. My legs were aching terribly when I had finished the final walk and it seemed Stacey still wasn’t finished in here. She picked up what looked like a large single glove with a laced back and told me hold my arms close together behind my back. Carefully she pulled the glove over my arms and laced the back which pulled my shoulders back in a painful manner which in turn pushed my Breasts out.

       “How does that feel?” She asked not expecting a coherent answer from beyond

my gag. Instead I just looked her tenderly in her beautiful eyes as she kissed my

forehead whispering that there was just one more thing left to buy here. The last thing

that was left to buy she held in the palm of her hand. A small remote controlled

Vibrator. Stacey grabbed a piece of tape from the Owner’s desk and gently placed the

Vibrator inside, securing it in with the tape. It was then turned on what I guessed was

the ‘tease’ setting. Somehow remembering I wasn’t allowed to orgasm I was going to

have to work a lot harder at controlling myself. Lost in my own internal Battle of

attempting to control the urge I nearly fell over as Stacey tugged on the leash leading

me out of the shop. Thanking the owner and the crowd on her way out.

       Stacey

       This was truly a treat. Watching Emma walk a few paces ahead of me, her

tight, very sexy behind swaying tantalisingly due to the high heels. At first with her arms

bound tightly behind her back with the arm binder she found it very difficult to keep her

balance but after five minutes of walking she got the hang of it. I could only imagine how

humiliated she felt right now, her breasts barely covered by the vinyl Maid’s outfit, the

ball gag with the nose hook forcing her to look up and the high heels. All that as well as

the mini vibrator teasing her constantly. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon for a change

here in England and I could see a sheen of sweat, glistening on Emma’s Body. I was

having trouble controlling my own desires as well though I imagine nowhere near as

troubling as Emma’s current situation. The next destination I had in mind for her a little

spot of humiliation was a Pet Supermarket which was less than two minutes away, though them two minutes would seem a lot longer for Emma.

       The Pet Store was much busier than the Adult shop had been and I saw every eye near the entrance of the Shop take in Emma’s shocking appearance. It was the same mixture of lust, shock and disgust as I’d seen all day. If it disgusted these People so much why don’t they just choose to ignore what they’ve seen and move on with their lives rather than stare with their accusing eyes. It had been a good day though and I wasn’t going to let that bother me. Guiding Emma to the Pet Cages aisle I called for the help of a Sales Assistant. A young Girl who looked like this was a part time Job she took to earn money whilst she was at College. The look on her eyes was priceless to behold. She soaked up the image of Emma and her eyes couldn’t hide the lust. Choosing a cage designed for a fairly large Dog I asked the assistant for a demonstration and she was more than willing to comply. I sat back and watched as she helped Emma into the cage noticing she held her hand on Emma’s Body longer than she should have, even accidentally brushing her breasts in the process. Once Emma was comfortably, well not so comfortably inside the cage the I decided I’d take a quick walk around and asked the assistant to keep an eye on her. As I looked back Emma had already drawn quite the crowd, Teenagers taking pictures on their Camera Phones and others not so at ease with the situation walked past quickly diverting their eyes. I didn’t want to leave Emma alone too long so I quickly picked up a couple of Dog Bowls and using the machine an engraved Dog tag stating ‘Stacey’s Slave’ before paying for them at the tills, ordering the Cage to be delivered. I got the assistant to bag them before heading back to free Emma. The Sales Assistant thanked me for brightening up her day as she released Emma and asked if she was available for hire. I declined telling the disappointed Teen that she was all mine. With all the shopping done and with the heat of the Sun bearing down on us both I decided to stop off for a quick drink before we went home.

       The Pub I chose was named the Hogs Head and upon entering it seemed it was quite the popular drinking hole. Where I was expecting old, lonely Men who spent their whole life with a Pint in their hands drinking away their sorrows, I was greeted with a mix of Office Worker’s and College Students enjoying their breaks. Again the conversation all around the Pub came to a stall the second people saw us enter. Ignoring them I led Emma by the leash to a free table near the bar and ordered myself a Vodka and Coke and Emma a Pint of Lager. Emma was much more comfortable with her situation now. She knew everyone was watching her every move and she was still deeply humiliated but she chose to try to ignore it, finding an inner peace where she could deal with her situation. Once back with the drinks I showed her the bowls I had brought her and poured her Pint into one of them and set it down on the floor by my feet. Emma didn’t need telling what to do and she eased herself down to her knees on the floor, which was some feat considering her arms were still bound behind her and started lapping away at her drink. Apart from a couple of People who couldn’t contain their curiosity the rest of the afternoon went smoothly for Emma. She was happy on the floor as a couple of Students approached the table and I invited them to talk. They asked questions like why she was dressed like a maid, on her knees in the middle of a Public House drinking Beer out of a dogs bowl and Emma impressed me with the matter of fact way she answered. ‘I do what I must for my Mistress, who I love entirely’ Emma stated at one point. We enjoyed a large number of Alcoholic Beverages that afternoon, probably too much I noted as I felt myself sway as I told the Students we were leaving. Emma looked a little worse for wear as well as she struggled to get up with her High Heels, ending up on the floor twice. At the request of the two Male Students who had enjoyed us I instructed Emma to lift up her skirt and let the Boys have a feel as a parting gift and watched as deep concentration filled her face in the attempt to control herself. The Students were elated with the gift and thanked me for the opportunity as we left and made our way back home.

       The minute we were both inside my new House I pushed Emma against the Wall and brought my lip to meet hers. This passion was unlike anything I’d experienced in my whole life, it was even more intense than when we were together when we were younger. I could tell by the way Emma pushed herself into the kiss that she felt the same. Our lips were only apart as I led her by the leash upstairs to the bedroom. Instructing her to undress and lie down on her back I tied her arms and legs to each corner of the bed. Testing the binds were secure, I let my hand gently trace her body, starting with her feet moving slowly up to her lower stomach, breasts and ending at her neck. Her body arched up in anticipation and I could tell from the way her eyes were glazed that she was desperate for release. Planning to tease her a little while longer I moved slowly away from the bed and pressed the remote to turn on the stereo. Dancing enticingly to Robbie William’s ‘Rock DJ’ I began slowly removing my clothes. Emma couldn’t keep her eyes away and she was practically panting for me to join her on the bed. When my Panties hit the floor I lifted myself so my Pussy was above Emma’s all to willing face and I lowered. Emma didn’t disappoint and her tongue began a frenzy on my clit. I really had been waiting for this moment all day, ever since I drew out a rough plan in my mind over what to put her through, it would have always ended like this. A perfect end to a perfect day. Every half a minute I would lift myself up for a few seconds allowing Emma to catch her breath before I sat back down again. The pleasurable feeling inside was building uncontrollably and I grinded down on Emma’s face as my Body buckled as waves of ecstasy shocked through me. God that was amazing. Emma was catching her breath, and she had every right to, she did a damn good job and since she did she was going to have her rewards. I untied her, removed the small vibrator that had been teasing her all day before instructing her to stay where she was. Reaching into my Suitcase I had packed with some of my belongings from Spain I pulled out a wicked looking strap on dildo. It was a double ended strap on Dildo, designed to give pleasure to both Parties and Emma’s face lit up with joy as she saw it. The end that would be in her was at least eight inches long with a wide girth and had a ribbed design. Turning it on, I lifted myself above Emma once more and gently penetrated her soaking wet Pussy. The relief was written on Emma’s face as we gently swayed back and forth and as I guessed it would be, it wasn’t long before Emma was near orgasm.

       “Mistress. Can I cum please?” She asked with a tone of desperation and her face lit up when I allowed her to. Her body shook all over as she was finally allowed to orgasm. Having built up inside her for most of the day I could tell it was a big one and Emma let out a satisfied scream. I wasn’t finished yet though so I continued going whilst Emma enjoyed another two orgasms, asking me for permission both times. She was near her forth and she asked again but I declined, telling her to wait a little while longer. When I was near climax myself I told her she could cum and we both climaxed in each others arms where we passionately kissed each other.

       “How was your day?” I asked her once I had composed myself.

       “Oh it was fantastic Stacey. I really love everything you put me through and I knew it was the right choice to ask you to be my Mistress. As you know I love you more than anyone, anything and I will always want to be with you” She answered sincerely.

       We talked a little while longer as the night drew in about what she would like to experience in other public outings before we both were ready for bed. I gently reapplied her arm bindings behind her back and the ball gag. I kissed her head as I squeezed her nipple whispering goodnight. The perfect end to the perfect day.

       

       Dear Stacey

       I would like to personally invite yourself and a friend to our Christmas party in

       London on the 19th December. It is a Bondage themed party and there is an        attendance of at least three hundred people already confirmed. I hope you are        enjoying your time off, you’ve earned it with your work this year and I look        forward to seeing your work next year. Thank you again.

       Mr Smith.

       The letter had arrived this Morning and when I had shown Emma she was delighted with the prospect of meeting others like herself and taking part in a Bondage party, although she wasn’t too sure what it entailed. A couple of months had passed since I had arrived back in England and Stacey was responding very well to the training. She had taken to her duties as a maid magnificently, whether it be tidying around the House, or pleasuring me she always did an amazing Job. On the few public outings I planned she always obeyed without hesitation no matter how humiliating the request. One which I remember was, in her maid outfit, complete with her ball gag and collar nose hook I instructed her to do my Shopping whilst I waited at the front of the Store watching her. She met the eyes of everyone who looked at her in shock or disdain, challenging them to make their opinions heard but no one did. I could tell Emma was happy with who she was and that in turn made me very happy. Once she had arrived at the till with the basket she pulled a couple of Twenties out of the top of her Maids outfit to the shock of the gawking, spotted Teen. He had fumbled with her change before finally giving it to her.

       It was approaching the end of November and London had turned bitterly cold and dark. I remember now why I didn’t like the Winters here, my past here had shown that they were a depressing time of year but so far, with Emma’s company I hadn’t felt any happier. I had woken around ten minutes ago to the amazing sensation of Emma’s tongue gently massaging my clit. Once she had noticed I had awoken she brought me to a stunning orgasm before kissing my feet and heading downstairs. It really was a great way to wake up and consider the fact that I had been awoken this way every Morning for the past two months. I quickly showered and got dressed and looked over my reflection. My body was still very well toned due to a strict exercise regime I stuck to religiously which I got Emma to join me with ever since we had brought this House. It was always arousing watching the sweat glisten off of her naked Body as she took part in the exercise. I noticed how my Face seemed to give off a healthy glow and that it was beaming. It was true I never had been happier and I have Emma’s arrival into my life to thank for that.

       Emma was cooking me a Traditional English Breakfast as I walked down and the aroma of the food was so tantalising. I sat down and read the Morning’s Newspapers enjoying a cup of Coffee whilst Emma dished up. I watched her as she dished my share of the food up onto a plate and served it to me before heading back to the Stove and serving hers into her Bowl and setting it on the floor beside my Chair. I thanked her and gently stroked her hair before tucking into my food. Emma only had a small amount and she had finished before me. She sat their waiting patiently gently kissing and liking my feet. Now was the time to tell her about the Party, I just hoped she was completely happy and secure with her new Lifestyle as this would be her greatest test.

       “Em. How do you feel with your new life? Would you say you have settled down and enjoying it?” I asked once I had finished my Breakfast. Emma pulled herself away from my foot and rested on her knees beside me, leaning her head towards my stroking hand.

       “I love it Stacey. More than you could ever imagine. It’s like a part of me that’s been missing which left me feeling unsatisfied and depressed at times. Now, with you, I’ve never felt more alive. I love you Stacey and I can’t thank you enough for offering to dominate me and furthermore keep me.”

       Wow! So she did love her new lifestyle. I should have guessed from the way she acted around me but I needed to be sure. Still giving her a choice, I told her about the Party we had been invited to and what would be expected there. I watched her face light up as I discussed the plans I had for a mini show we will put on for the guests and the hosts of the Party. It would take a bit of training but if it was worked well, them guests were in for one hell of a show.

       Emma

       ‘December 14th. Stacey registered me on this blog for me to write down my experiences and share pictures of my time with her. She said it would be good to look back on in years to come, sort of like my own personal memoirs. Well where to start. I had been with Stacey for four months now and I can’t remember feeling happier at any time of my life. I’m not sure what that says about me and the person I am. “Not Normal”, “Weird” or even “Fucked up” would be the way that the majority of people would describe it. “Why would you expose yourself and degrade yourself in Public?” People would ask. Well because I am who I am. I love the feeling of complete helplessness and lack of control that I feel when Stacey controls me. It arouses me, it makes me feel a part of something, which is something I haven’t felt for a long, long time. So to everyone who questions my actions, questions my fantasies. Go and fuck yourself. I write this laying at the foot of Stacey’s bed, my sleeping place. I belong to Stacey, there’s no doubt about that now. Just this Morning, Stacey escorted me in my normal attire of the Maids outfit to get a Tattoo parlour. The Maids outfit I had to admit made me look very slutty and the collar, which I was completely used to now, completed the look.

       A big, muscular Woman beckoned me to lie down onto a make shift Bed and started to prepare the Tattoo gun. My eyes were fixated onto it knowing it was going to cause me a lot of pain and to be honest it scared me a little. To keep me quiet and occupied Stacey instructed me to play with myself whilst the Lady tattooed my Breasts and an area on my chest just above. Whilst I was lost in complete ecstasy trying to use the pain to greaten my arousal, Stacey stood above my face, her open sex just inches away from where I lay on the stool. She lowered herself, smothering my face and I did what I was trained to do. Please her. It helped muffle the sounds of pain and ecstasy that escaped my lips.

       It had taken the tattooist a whole three hours to do the three planned tattoo’s and I had lost count of the amount of orgasms I had experienced in that time. I could feel the juices soaked all over my fingers and down my legs and when Stacey lifted herself off of me for the last time I raised my hand to my face and licked them clean. Not wanting to sound boastful or anything, but damn I taste good, though not as good as Stacey. Before I was allowed to look at my Tattoo’s, Stacey suggested that I have some piercings done as well and the large, Biker type, Lady was struggling to hold back on her own desires before getting the equipment ready. She then proceeded to pierce both of my Nipples, which she fitted with small, golden rings, my Tongue which was now studded, and another small ring for my Clit. God the pain was intense and it made me climax yet again but Stacey was holding me all the time. Once I had recovered, I was shown my reflection. On my left Breast, in a stylish font were the words ‘Public Whore’ and on the right Breast were the words ‘Pussy Slave’. Just above my Breasts, in a fairly plain font was the statement ‘Property of Stacey’. I was happy to have these done as I felt it showed just how much I desired this lifestyle with her. The Biker Lady commented on how Slutty I looked and asked Stacey if she was interested in a little discount in exchange for my services but she declined saying that I belonged to her and her only. Thank fuck for that. The big Lady smelt terrible and I really didn’t want to go down there.

       After the visit to the Tattoo Parlour, Stacey continued our sessions in practice for the set we were doing at the Party the Company she worked for was holding in a few days. I won’t give away any of the details as I’ll post some pictures and the video of the event for you guys to see but it was tough, painful and humiliating. I fucking loved it.’

       

       My blog had already attracted two hundred fans and I read through some of the comments posted below the pictures of my session at the Tattoo Parlour earlier. Most were saying the pictures looked amazing, several adding pictures of tattoos they have had done for their Master or Mistress. One about half way down caught my attention though.

       ‘Hey Stacey.

       You don’t know me but my Sister and myself had the privilege of being trained        by Stacey earlier this year. I am so happy for both you and Stacey and the pictures        look amazing. I look        forward to seeing your set and meeting you at the Party.        All the best.

       Slave Jennifer.’

       I told Stacey about the post and she said she remembered the two Sisters she had trained earlier that year and was looking forward to see how they were coping with their new life. We watched a Rom-Com after that snuggled in each others arms before heading to bed. We made passionate love, as we did every night before I took my place at the foot of her bed. Stacey had stated numerous times that I was welcome to sleep with her but I declined saying that I knew my place.

       Three days had passed and the day of the Party was upon us. Stacey had been pushing me a little hard over the latter end of the Morning and early Afternoon in our practice for the session but the pain and humiliation will be nothing compared to what will come tonight. Bring it on I say. The Company had arranged for a Limousine to pick both of us up in the next hour and although I was dressed and ready in my Maid’s Costume, Stacey wasn’t and it was my job to get her ready. I started by doing her nails, a dark shade of red which would match her lipstick after licking them clean. I then proceeded to dress her in one hell of a dress that we both picked out last week. It was a stunning one piece, strapless silk dress in black which hugged her Body perfectly showing off her toned Stomach and ample Breasts. Let’s just say if I saw her out on a night I was on the pull, I definitely would. Once I had her fully dressed I presented her with the leash which she attached to my collar and instructed me to crawl to the waiting Limousine. Once in the stretched Limo, Stacey blindfolded me and recited the plan for our little set which would start off tonight’s Party.

       The journey there had barely lasted half an hour and I heard people talking excitedly as they spotted me crawling out of the car. Led by Stacey pulling my leash, I was beginning to feel a mixture of my own arousal and humiliation build up inside of me. This was going to be fun! I could already feel some dampness down the top of the inside of my thighs and the chill that brought in the air-conditioned venue. Judging by the length I had to crawl before Stacey told me to stop as she took a seat, I guessed it was a huge venue. Much larger than I had previously imagined. It was eerily silent as I had crawled through the wide open area earlier but within the next half hour I could hear more and more voices and laughs fill the air before the Party was officially started.

       “Ladies and Gentlemen. Dommes and Subs. My name is Mr Smith and I would like to welcome you all to our first Alternative Lifestyle Party. I hope you all enjoy your time here, drink and be merry. Now without further ado, let me introduce one of our most successful Employees, Stacey, along with her partner Emma.”

       My nerves rose through the roof as I heard a loud cheer from the other side of the Curtains I was currently kneeling behind. As they opened, a sea of People, young and old were laughing and applauding at myself and Stacey. Ready to enjoy the show. It was hard to see the faces of my audience with the stage lights beaming down on my sweat-glistened body but I could see plenty of other Masters and Mistresses with subs out there.

       “Hello Everybody. My name is Stacey and this here is Emma, or Whore, or Slut. Whatever you want to call her, she will acknowledge the name. I hope you all enjoy the little show we arranged for you to get this Party started. Have fun”

       After welcoming the crowd, Stacey gave me an encouraging nod before instructing me to stand with my legs apart facing the crowd and my hands behind my head. Stacey asked the crowd what they thought and received an approving roar as she showed off my ‘assets’ by getting my to twirl before returning to the same position. I was then instructed to masturbate myself, looking into as many People’s faces as I could and behind my back Stacey picked up a cane receiving another cheer from the crowd. As we had prepared for this over the last month or so this should be no problem for me but seeing this many eyes laughing, taunting and watching my every move was nerve wracking. Not to mention the fact that I was so aroused by the attention that I found it hard to concentrate.

*Whack*

       “One. Thank you Miss Stacey” I sighed before preparing myself for the next blow. Stacey hadn’t needed to instruct me to count out the hits and thank her for them, this had become common practice ever since she had started my training. Another ten well placed hits later, the crowd cheering each one, and I was beginning to feel the strain. The back of my upper thighs were burning and stinging like hell and I could feel the climax building inside. Closing my eyes, barely being able to hold the arousal I humiliated myself further.

       “Miss Stacey, Can this Whore cum?” I almost shouted much to the approval of the crowd and my face turned a deeper shade of red. I started to wonder how many of these People I would pass in the street in the future and how many of them would recognise my debut performance here. Maybe I should have accepted Stacey’s offer of a Latex Hood to hide my identity.

       “What do you think People? Should we let her cum?” Stacey taunted from behind me and the crowd shouted no in unison. Fucking hell this was like some kind of messed up pantomime. I was beginning to ache from holding off the climax for over fifteen minutes as Stacey continued to hit me with the cane. Eventually Stacey decided to sympathise.

       “Okay Whore. You need to cum badly? I will give you permission, but first you will go out and receive five pairs of Panties from the lovely Ladies out in the audience. You will not stop playing with yourself whilst you do this and you will use your teeth to remove said underwear, and carry it back. Lastly, you will do this blindfolded. I will guide you down to the audience but you’ll have to make your own way back up.”

       Shit. Shit. Fucking shit it. I should have known Stacey would have added something like this so close towards the end of my humiliating act as well. Still, I didn’t resist as Stacey guided me down the stairs and gave me a nudge in the direction of the crowd. Walking and masturbating at the same time was awkward and it only got worse as I bumped into the first willing member of the audience. She pulled me by the nipples closer to her and licked all over my face. How the hell was I going to hold an orgasm through the whole of this!? The Lady sounded young as she squealed with delight and pushed me down to the floor. Using my free hand and my teeth I undid her Jeans and slid them down feeling her smooth skin on my Nose. The smell of arousal was overwhelming as my face was pushed deep into her mound. When the young Lady released me I used my teeth to remove her Panties and kissed her sex, thanking her. Picking up and holding the Panties with my teeth I ventured deeper into the crowd. Often I would feel a sharp slap or a pinch and often I would have to stop and regain my composure. The next three Panties came much in the same fashion as the first, although one or two wasn’t such a nice experience. The first, an old Lady which I could taste her Urine through the Panties and a second of which was a very large and very hairy lady who smelled terrible. I was reminded of the ‘Biker Lady’ who had done my tattoos and she confirmed this by stating that she had done a good job with them. No one seemed too willing to give me the last pair I needed, enjoying my discomfort and I almost lost it right there until a soft voice called me, turning me by the Shoulders. She instructed me to get on my knees and open my mouth. Next thing I felt was a gagging complex as I felt something big invade my throat. Argh it was disgusting. I had never before been this near to a Penis and to have one invade my throat whilst my head was being guided back and forth repulsed me. It seemed to take forever before he shot his load down the back of my throat before withdrawing his member, instructing me to keep my mouth open as he proceeded to release a stream of urine down my throat. Eww. This was horrible, yet it did not release the hold my arousal had over me. The unknown Man laughed and in gratitude he offered me the Panties of his Submissive, the Girl who had called me over. Eagerly I allowed him to lead my head to her Sex and I found that she wasn’t wearing any and also that she was very cleanly shaven.

       “Oh. Bambi here has her Panties lodged into that tight Pussy of hers” He snarled. “The only way you’ll be receiving them is by bringing her to orgasm first. “ Well at least this was going to be a fuck load better than sucking his Cock again. Using my experience and training that Stacey had given me, I expertly brought the Girl to orgasm very quickly and used my teeth to find a grip on her Panties. Holding the five Panties in my mouth, I was led back to the Stage by the crowd with more pinches and spankings along the way. I got back onto my knees and crawled towards Stacey’s voice once I had made my way back up. My body was stinging all over and I was shaking uncontrollably trying to hold the orgasm in.

       “Good Whore. Now one last thing before you are allowed an orgasm. Put the panties you hold in your mouth inside your soaking sex and bring me to Orgasm, whilst continuing to play with yourself. Once I have climaxed then so may you.” I smiled at her gratefully before working on her clit with my tongue. Her moans grew over the sound of the cheering crowd and I started moaning as well. The Crowd grew louder, sensing the upcoming release as Stacey’s sighs became uncontrolled and it wasn’t long before we were both sighing in ecstasy and I collapsed onto the floor. Stacey gently stroked my head and pulled the Panties soaked in my juices, along with some of the other Girls out of my Pussy and put them into my willing mouth. Together we took a bow in front of the greatly appreciative crowd and left the stage.

       

       Stacey

       What an amazing high that was, giving a performance like that. Emma had performed admirably and I let her sit down for a few minutes out back as she recovered. The Crowd had been cheering wildly before the music kicked in and the Party officially began. Before we joined the rest of the crowd I used some clear cello tape to secure the Panties inside Emma’s mouth, reminding myself that she would have to go find the owners and return them later on in the night. Emma’s breathing finally started to ease a little. I led her by her leash out into the crowd. The Company really knew how to throw a Party. A DJ encouraged the crowd to ‘let themselves go’ to the sound of the latest R&B track. Although it wasn’t really my thing, I always thought of it being a bit too generic, the atmosphere in this place was electric. The hall was darkened, with only the strobe lighting moving with the pace of the music disturbing the darkness. As the light waved across the room I could see fellow Dominants with their slaves, enjoying the night, openly performing sexual acts, catching up with each other or just dancing to the music. When the song came to an end a spotlight shun on where Emma and myself had just exited the backstage area which was responded with a huge applause from the crowd. I watched as Emma shut her eyes, unable to control her emotions once again as she was placed in public peril. I couldn’t see her too clearly out back but in the light I could see her properly. Her face was coated in the juices of the People she had pleasured from our show earlier, her back covered in red lines from my use of the cane earlier. If it wasn’t for the fact I knew she was willing to do this I would have felt guilt, perhaps even outrage seeing her like this but a forced smile from behind her gag settled my thoughts.

       The music started again and I led Emma through the crowds before I was face to face with my Employer, Mr Smith. His face looked like it was shaped in the image of an Angel, his tall muscular body, suited. It was almost enough for me to consider my choice of sexuality, he was nothing what I expected him to look like. The smile on his face portrayed how he felt about me and the work I’d done for him and he embraced me with a hug, gently patting Emma on the head just after.

       “Stacey. How fantastic it is to finally meet you. The show you put on was top notch but then again I’ve come to not expect any less from you. I’ve finished dealing with the paperwork with Emma’s former Mistress and paid the asking fee for you. Emma is now officially yours, the paperwork is in the mail. Consider this my gift to the both of you.” I almost leapt for Joy on hearing this news and embraced both Mr Smith and then Emma before he thanked me again for my work and telling me to go and enjoy the party. Apparently there were plenty of People waiting to meet me.

       It didn’t take too long before I encountered a familiar face. Little Lou was dressed in a short skirt which completely failed at hiding the diaper she was wearing. Her face lit into a huge smile when she saw me and she tugged at her new ’Mumma’ and pointed.

       “Ah you must be Stacey. Now I’ll finally get the chance to thank you in person.” The surprisingly young and beautiful, Latino lady held out her had and I took it.

       “Little Lou has been absolutely fantastic haven’t you sweetie? Thank you very much for making my dreams come true Stacey. I never expected the results to be this good.” She crooned cradling the Adult Baby to her chest, freeing up a nipple for Lou to suckle. I had never got used to taking praise so I just thanked her and said it was my pleasure, after all why should I take praise for doing a Job I loved so much. Wishing them both well we left them to enjoy the Party, finding a reserved corner table, with a very comfortable looking Sofa and a bottle of expensive looking Champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. The nameplate on the table read Miss Stacey (The Company), oh, I guess this was for me then. I playfully pushed Emma down on the Sofa before pouncing on her, kissing her body all over.

       “So now you’re officially mine. Are you happy sweetheart?” I asked once my lips left her soft skin. Emma nodded and sighed into her gag. She needed release, which was no surprise to be honest. She had been struggling holding back the next climax ever since she had seen Little Lou again. I unbound her arms and watched as she drove them straight to her soaking sex. She was too far in, too close to orgasm to notice the arrivals at the table. Hearing one of them speak she looked up briefly, deeply humiliated before seemingly shrugging it off and continuing into a very loud orgasm. Laughing the tall, stern looking Lady began to speak again.

       “Hi my name is Olivia Simpson and I think Stacey, you might recognise these two.” She clicked her fingers and two very familiar and identical faces began making their way to the table. The Twins! Jennifer dressed in very scantily clad clothing and over doing it on the make up looked like a very shagable Slut and crawling by her feet was her twin Sister Tricia. Tricia didn’t speak as she approached the table but she jumped up and hugged me, licking my face. Olivia whispered something to Jennifer who smiled and looked a wicked look at Emma who was recovering from her recent orgasm before jumping on her, pinning her arms back and sucking her nipples like a professional. Emma, shocked by the unknown attacker’s move began to resist before the need for pleasure won over. I laughed and invited Olivia to sit down next to me whilst I gently stroked Tricia who was cleaning her face by licking her ‘paws’. Olivia, like the other Mistress thanked me for the results of the training of the Twins and told me of the highlights of the past six months and there was a lot of them. I found it easy to speak to Olivia and she was much more friendly than her stern face portrayed. We spent the remainder of the Party talking, drinking heavily and playing with our slaves. Jennifer and Emma were still having a huge amount of fun playing with each other, bringing each other to orgasm in lots of different painful and creative ways and it wasn’t too long before Tricia lifted her head off of my lap and went to join her Sister who effectively double teamed Emma for the next hour or so. The night ended with another show put on by a Mistress I didn’t recognise and another Slave I had trained. Natasha. The show was a lot more extreme than the one I had put on with Emma earlier with Natasha being on the receiving end of a lot of pain. Needles, Wax, Whipping. It was an amazing contrast to how she was before I had successfully trained her. Natasha practically begged for the pain, using it, as I had taught her to reach that higher pleasure. When the DJ announced he was playing the last song Olivia yawned and stated she and the twins were going to leave but she gave me her number and her address before she left, welcoming us both round for more fun and games at any time. Getting ready to leave myself, I removed the cello tape from around Emma’s head and instructed her to return the Panties from her little ‘game’ earlier and meet me at the Limo waiting outside. I watched her from the door as she frantically searched the crowds for the owners of the Panties and returned them before making her way back to me, frantically playing with her clit whilst walking. I wondered what it would feel like to have no self degradation like Emma had now. To be able to do whatever the fuck you wanted and not care too much about what others thought. I welcomed her back with a kiss before taking her back home where she updated her blog before laying down at the foot of my bed.

       “Emma. It’s your first official night as my Slave. Come join me.” I instructed and she jumped up, smiling before snuggling up to me. We positioned ourselves in the ’69’ position with Emma on the bottom and I enjoyed the best night of my life.

Coming in the next part which will hopefully come a hell of a lot quicker than this one did. (Sorry about that).

- Stacey catches her Mum in a self bondage act on a visit to her house.

- The return to work in Spain with a new set of slaves. One being completely different to                           what Stacey had ever worked with before.

-Stacey arranges a Summer Party at her Villa in Spain, inviting all her previous slaves for a Slaves Olympics competition.

       

Stacey’s Job - Part Four.

Authors Note:

Firstly. A huge thank you to everyone who has mailed across their feedback and opinions of the Story. It’s a great help, keep them coming. I’m not sure why the Story, once uploaded, is coming out weirdly. It must be some sort of problem with the program being used. Still, thank you for continuing to read this Story and I hope you enjoy the next part. By the way, this is the furthest I have gone with any of my Stories due to some fantastic response from the readers, offering some great feedback. I have not given up on ‘Taking Advantage of A Betrayed Lover’ or ‘Payback’s a Bitch’ and will eventually finish them. Thank you for your patience and enjoy.

       “Yes Mum… Yes Emma will be coming with me…. Twelve onwards. Yes I promised we’d come to visit one more time before we left for Spain for the Summer. I love you too. See you Later.” Emma was suppressing a laugh watching the expression on my Face as I tried in vain to say goodbye to my Mother. It was approaching the end of April and it was almost time to go back to Work, not that I minded too much. As great as the time that had passed the last few months was, it would be nice to get back to my beautiful Villa in sunny Spain. Not to mention the fact that I really did enjoy my Job. It will be even more fun this time around with Emma as well. Just the other day Emma asked if she could be more involved with my training of the slaves and I was more than willing to let her. It opens up a whole load more opportunities in breaking the captors.

       We had finished packing earlier this morning and I was in the middle of giving Emma a little over the knee spanking when my Mother had called. I whispered to Emma to continue to play with herself as I picked up the phone but told her to do so in silence. That was the reason why I wanted to end call quickly but my Mother insisted on making me promise that we’d visit her later today. I had enjoyed spending time with her almost as much as she enjoyed having me back over the Winter and it was harder than I expected to be able to take the look of disappointment on her face when I told her I had to head back to Spain for the Summer. Emma was struggling to hold in the orgasm as my Mother refused to let me say goodbye and was laughing at my predicament as well as hers. It was only when I promised her that we’d visit her before we left that I could eventually hang up and the minute I did Emma let out a cry of ecstasy. Deciding not to let her off so easily I called for Emma to take her place back over my lap and finished off the spanking before we got ready to visit my Mother.

       “Why did she want us to come over if she had to pop out?” I relayed my annoyance out loud to Emma. Emma who had been elsewhere was distracted by my voice and simply just shrugged, although even that looked like a struggle. Just before we had left I picked up one of her many Vibrators and coated it in some hot sauce. The shock on her face as I placed it in caused me to laugh uncontrollably as she sensed the first wave of pleasure, followed by the immediate aftermath of the burning from the sauce. An hour later, at the door of my Mother’s House she was still feeling it. Our taxi driver who was uncommonly shy had almost crashed into the Car in front as Emma experienced her first orgasm five minutes into the Journey here. His face had turned a shade of red as he tried to discretely look in the rear view mirror as Emma continued to suffer.

       “Just.. Just use the key she gave you. We’ll wait for her. You can’t just leave in a couple of days time without saying goodbye to her. She’s only just got you back”  Emma said in a whimper. She was clearly suffering. Still she was right, as always. I unlocked the door and walked straight into my Mother’s living room watching Emma as she walked with her legs as wide apart as she could trying to ease the constant burning. I couldn’t help but laugh at her predicament when all of a sudden she stopped and stared over my shoulder, her eyes wide in shock. Turning around to follow her gaze I saw what had caused her reaction. There was my Mother, lying on her stomach on the couch in her Birthday suit. Her arms were cuffed behind her back and her legs were bent over to her thighs and bound. From the silence of the shock I could hear a quiet buzzing and I smiled to myself as I realised what that meant. My Mother, with her mouth gagged looked at us and her face was instantly overcome with heated embarrassment causing her cheeks to flush a deep red.

       “Well well Mother. What do we have here?” I taunted as I removed her gag and gave her a second to find her voice. Who would have thought? My own Mother into self bondage. I suppose that was one secret less I had to hide from her.

       “I, I don’t know what to say Stacey. You wasn’t meant to see this. I was recommended this by a friend I met after I had split from your Father a few years ago. I’ve always been able to free myself but I don’t know what happened today. You couldn’t be a darling and untie me please. Forget this ever happened.” My Mother replied sheepily. Deliberately putting on a show of thinking about it for a minute I walked over to Emma and whispered in her ear, ignoring the bewildered look from my Mother as she called my name again. Taking a seat on the Sofa opposite to where my Mother was bound, I sat back and relaxed. Emma started off by gently massaging my Mother’s newly toned Body.

       “Emma! What are you doing?! Stacey?” My Mother asked incredulously looking back and forth at the two of us as Emma gently turned her onto her back and replaced the gag. She then softly kissed my Mother’s Head and made her way down, kissing her Neck, her Breasts and her Stomach before settling at her pussy. My Mother’s eyes widened as Emma’s Tongue began to tease her clit.

       “Well Mother. I suppose I should say that I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” I started and my Mother turned my way, her eyes still full of shock although that was starting to fade with the new arousal she was feeling.

       “I’m not a leading Financial Adviser in Spain as I said I was. My job is too train young Women into serving their new Owners the way their Owners want them to. You can see why I originally didn’t tell you this but after seeing you like this today, I’m sure it won’t bother you as much. My Partner Emma is also my slave. She does as I say she does without question because she wants to. Over the past few months she has been punished, degraded and humiliated and she has loved every moment of it. This is who she is and she is comfortable with that. Now I’m going to remove your gag. Oh by the way. If you want me to untie you you’re going to have to ask for permission for the orgasm I can see you’re not too far away from.”

       “Stacey, This is ridiculous. I’m your Mother. Untie me this instant and get Emma off of me.” My Mother pleaded though I decided to laugh it off. It wasn’t too much longer until Emma’s magic tongue began to work it’s wonders, my Mother was breathing deeper and moaning heavily so I reminded her of asking permission. She tried to protest but when I threatened that I’d leave her tied for another twenty four hours her protests began to die down. I could see she was doing everything in her power to resist the climax of pleasure that was building inside her, doing everything she could to delay the humiliation of asking her own Daughter for permission to Cum.

       “Stacey… Can I cum now please?” She whimpered once she had finally lost the battle to contain the orgasm.

       “What was that Mother I didn’t quite hear you?” I smiled a vicious smile in her direction, watching as the look of shame on her face grew more apparent.

       “Stacey. Can I cum now please?” She said a little louder though through tears.

       “Yes Slut. You may cum. Shit, you’re a natural at this Mother. Perhaps you should come with me to Spain to further explore your hidden fantasies.”

       “No Stacey, I couldn’t. It’s not right.” Came the horrified reply. Still, the idea was too good of a one to waste and I knew deep in my heart that she would learn to love this, just like every slave I had trained so far. Though unlike the slaves I had previously trained, my Mother was already aware of her love for self-bondage. I just had to show her how to make the most of it. Quickly I rushed over to her Computer and disconnected the Camera she had left there from our visit last week. Not wanting to hear her protests as I prepared the Camera I instructed Emma to gag my Mother and took a numerous amount of shots of her.

       “Mother. I know you may think this is wrong but believe it or not I know a fair bit about Human Psychology when it comes to sexual behaviour. You will learn to be comfortable with who you are and to be a happy person and surely if it makes you happy and it doesn’t hurt anyone else it can’t be wrong right?”

       My Mother didn’t answer straight away. I could tell she was caught in an internal battle with herself. On one hand she had agreed with what I said, she did love being tied and the feelings that came with it but on the other I was her Daughter. By normal social standards this was generally frowned upon to say the least. I decided to make her decision that little easier. Though she may hate me for a little while I was sure that feeling would pass as she became comfortable with who and what she was.

       “Mother. I’m sorry to do this but if you don’t agree to come I will send this picture to everyone on your mail box and then print it off and send it to your neighbours and your co-workers. If you agree to come, you will resign from your current Employer with immediate effect. I will take care of you financially and you will enjoy your new awakened self if you let me.” The ultimatum was harsh I know but I usually got what I wanted and you don’t usually achieve that by playing fair.

       “Karen” Emma said softly addressing my Mother. “I know you may not see this now but this is really for your own good. If you don’t accept Stacey’s invitation you will be denying yourself a great pleasure. Believe me I know. Many people frown about this lifestyle and the people who enjoy it, judging us as weird or perverted. Those People I find are very shallow and limited. As Stacey said earlier. If you’re happy and you’re not hurting anyone what’s the problem?”

       The room was silent for a second except for the sound of a stifled sob from my Mother. My Mother was thinking it over that much I could tell and I was pretty sure that I was winning her over. It was at that moment that Emma was hit by another powerful orgasm from the mix of the vibrator and the hot sauce. My Mother turned to face Emma initially in shock from her random outburst and watched as she collapsed into the sofa breathing heavily.

       “Fucking hell that hot sauce was a good idea” Emma laughed weakly which in turn caused me to laugh hysterically.

       “See what you’re missing out on Mother”

Emma

       The Plane was due in just under an hour and I watched Stacey pace backwards and forwards in the departure lounge obviously distressed. The two of us had taken another far from average taxi ride to the Airport an hour ago. Once I had awoken this morning and made sure everything we needed I went upstairs to wake Stacey up the same way I usually did by gently licking at her clit. She was in an ecstatic mood, looking forward to going back to the sunny Beaches of Spain and back to her Job which she enjoyed with both myself and her Mother Karen.

       After the success of using the hot sauce on the vibrator a couple of days ago she instructed me to get two of my dildos coated in a thick layer of hot sauce but to also bring the hot sauce with me in my hand luggage. Once I had applied a thick layer of the hot sauce I was then to place them inside both my Pussy and my Arse. The reaction was immediate and I collapsed onto Stacey’s bed in agony as the sauce took effect. Stacey laughed a little as she grabbed a large amount of black rope and my collar which had a metal ring on the front and the back. Threading the rope through the front wing she tied it around my breasts making sure they were bound tight before crossing it around my chest and down between my pussy lips and then pulled up tight behind my back through my arse crack before connecting it to the ring at the back of my collar. She also cut off a small length of string which she tied around the small piercing in my tongue and connected that to the front ring of my collar resulting in my tongue pulled out taught. She then used another piece of string which she tied tightly around the base of my nipples and then used some black tape to cover them in a ’crossed’ fashion before throwing a fishnet dress on the bed which she must have brought recently as I hadn’t seen it before.

       Once I had dressed myself, with great difficulty I should add as I was feeling the pull from the ropes all over my body I checked myself out in the mirror. I was amazed at the new height of sluttiness this reached. My breasts were ballooned out by the way they were bound and fully visible, only my nipples were not visible but the tape that was taped over in a cross fashion left a lot to imagination. The bottom half of the dress was shaped like that of a swimsuit rather than the normal skirt fashion and was darkened so it was not see-through though the rope that was pulled tightly between my lips give an impressive camel toe impression. The last piece of attire was the seven inch high heel knee-high black leather boots I had recently brought. The taxi had arrived shortly after and I walked out just in front of the driver who had come in to grab our luggage. As I looked back I noted the look of lust and disbelief that filled his face once he had looked me over. Even the short trek to the taxi was a challenge. I still wasn’t used to these high heels and the ropes pulled and forced the dildo’s deeper inside as I walked and bent down to enter the taxi. That was the first of many orgasms I had enjoyed this morning and now I was close to yet another in the departures lounge as I saw a group of young girls staring, pointing at me and laughing. Oh god this was one of Stacey’s best ideas yet.

       “She should be here by now. I really expected her to back down after the threat of exposing her but perhaps she thought I wouldn’t go through with it.” Stacey was still talking to herself and upset because her Mother hadn’t turned up. I didn’t know what to say to comfort her but then just in the corner of my eye I saw her. She had noticed us from the entrance and stood still for a moment I guess to consider whether this was what she wanted to do. She must have come for a decision because she started walking determinedly in our direction.

       “Over there” I pointed to Stacey, although it sounded more like ‘Ooer air’ because of the way my tongue was held out. Karen walked over and embraced Stacey, apologising for being late because she had only decided to agree to come at the last minute. Stacey’s Mother also stated that if she didn’t enjoy it she would wish to be free to be able to leave at any point and Stacey agreed, hugging her once more. Her face was radiant. Everything that had happened in Stacey’s life which caused her to leave England for Spain was finally repaired and I could tell she was fully happy once more. Just like when we were younger when we had no worries and simply just enjoyed what life had to offer us. Before I was forced to move away or Stacey’s Father turned violent. Once Karen had been let loose from the heartfelt hug from Stacey she seemed to notice my predicament and smiled a nervous smile in my direction, lost for words for what to say but was saved the hassle by the announcement for our flight.

       As we made our way to find out seats I discovered to my horror (or was that to my delight?) that we were sat right in the middle of the seated area. I would have to keep any further orgasms I was bound to have as quiet as I could manage to save too much embarrassment. Though then again, I did look like a complete slut. People were going to stare at me regardless of what occurred during the flight. And that is what they did. I looked over the passengers in the Plane whilst Stacey was explaining to her Mother what she had done to me and noticed that nearly all of them were staring at me or had turned away quickly as I had met their gaze. Of course they would bitch and moan to the person sitting next to them but I could put up with that so I chose to just close my eyes and drift off for a little.

       My tongue was burning! Ouch what the fuck was that?! I had been pleasantly asleep for a little while during the flight when all of a sudden I felt my tongue begin to burn. It started off softly but it grew incredibly to the point it was hard to focus on anything else. Stacey was sitting to my left suppressing a laugh and holding the jar of hot sauce in her hands.

       “We’re about to land” She smiled as if the hot sauce was just a wake up call.

       “How does that hot sauce feel down in your private area Emma?” It was Stacey’s Mother Karen who had asked and I could see she was actually intrigued. I explained how it felt good, real good yet it burned a lot. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure working with the dildos though it was a struggle to talk with the way my mouth seemed to feel on fire at the moment. I was also beginning to sweat buckets from the face because of the build up of heat. As the plane landed and we rose from our seats to leave I saw every shocked face staring at me in disbelief, like I had somehow offended them.

       We were picked up from the airport by a Limousine sent on behalf of the company, much to the surprise of Stacey. The driver opened the door to a very spacious passenger area and I was further surprised to see Mr Smith sitting there with a bottle of Wine with that charming smile of his.

       “Welcome back Stacey and Emma. Oh and who’s this striking young Lady?” Mr Smith asked noticing Stacey’s Mother. Karen introduced herself and shook his hand before taking a seat. Once inside the Limousine Stacey unzipped my dress from the back and brought it down so that I was fully on display to both her Mother and Mr Smith and then loosened the bindings so that she could reapply some hot sauce to the two intruding dildos that had left me filled all day. Once she was satisfied with the coating she pushed them slowly back in and retightened the bindings. The Hot Sauce made it’s effect immediately again and I had to struggle to hear what Mr Smith was saying.

       “Well Stacey. I hope you enjoyed your time off and I thought I’d pick you up personally for the start of your Summer shift this year for a couple of reasons. Firstly as a sort of briefing which is as simple as this. Do as well as you did last year and you’ll be rewarded greatly. Secondly is to let you know we have already acquired some new slaves ready for your teachings. I came here to warn you that there will be four who are in need of training and that one of them will be something that you’re not used to. A bit of a surprise, though not one I’m sure you’d appreciate as much. For the first of these two slaves to be trained I have been paid a lot of money and you will receive a large share of that if your training is successful. Well we’re here. You’ll find the notes on your new trainees in your Kitchen. Have fun”

       I was helped out of the Limo by Karen and Stacey who seemed to be in anticipation of what this surprise may be though she was playing it down well enough to get everyone settled in. First of all she instructed her Mother that from now on for this vacation, unless she was instructed otherwise she was to be nude at all times. Karen for her part barely argued and decided to play along with it for now to see how she would like the experience. She then untied my bindings, removing my dildos which she instructed me to suck clean before throwing them in the sink to be washed before she embraced me in a passionate kiss, whispering for me to go and take a shower when our lips had parted. With the dildos removed I felt a little empty as I walked and although my pussy and tongue was still burning a little it wasn’t as bad as before and this shower was going to feel damn good. Stacey promised she would wait for me before she looked over the details on her new slaves who were currently unconscious in her basement but I didn’t want her to have to wait too long so I rushed the shower a little, making sure my insides were clean of the hot sauce before drying myself over with a towel.

       Stacey was sitting with her Mother on the sofa when I had started making my way downstairs and I had to admit although Karen was in her early forties she had a fantastic Body. Her breasts were larger than mine and she was a bit more rounder in certain areas, not as toned but a lot of people prefer the curves. I sat down the other side of Stacey, kissing her neck on the way down and giving her shoulders a gentle massage as she reviewed the files on her new trainees.

       Stacey

       Well now that we were all ready I guessed it was time to read what was expected of me for the next batch of slaves I had to train. The shower had done Emma the world of good and I appreciated the massage I was receiving from her now. First things first though. Before reading the files I had to let my Mother know what was expected of her.

       “Mother. Firstly I want you to enjoy your stay here and secondly whilst you are here I want you to delve deeper into that hidden fantasy of yours. Tell me before I start just what you dream about in those self bondage sessions of yours.” I asked and it took a few minutes for my Mother to answer but I was grateful that she was going along with it.

       “Well what I mostly fantasise about is being under someone’s control. To be commanded what to do. That’s all I know so far Stacey but I’m going to give it my best shot over the time here in Spain to try and discover more. I am  yours to command.”

       “Good. For your time here you will be referred to as slut so as to make the experience a little more realistic. You will also refer to yourself as slut at all times. You are to remain nude at all times and to begin with whilst I read these notes you are to lay on the floor with your head underneath my feet. When you are comfortable to start you will play with yourself, moaning as loudly as you can whilst also kissing and cleaning my feet.” I could see my words had acted like a sucker punch. My Mother must have thought that I was just going to ease her into the lifestyle but this was the best way for People like her. Reluctantly she pushed herself onto the floor and removed my Shoes before closing her eyes and kissing my feet for the first time. It didn’t take her too long to get into the rhythm of things and within minutes she was passionately kissing my feet rather than reluctantly and I could hear her moaning caused by the frantic pleasure on her clit. Satisfied I began to look over the first two files.

Profile 1 - Notes in Brief.

Name: Melissa Andrews

Age: 21

Status: Engaged to partner Lee Stewart (See Profile 2) for less than one month and this trip was planned for the two of them to celebrate.

Owner’s Wishes: Melissa’s new owner wishes her to become a Latex slave of sorts. Her duties will be house chores as well as looking after Lee. The Latex suit which will be delivered shortly after the delivery of Melissa will act as the Girl’s prison. The Owner expects Melissa to be completely used to all the aspects of the suit by the time her training is complete as well as being used to follow commands without hesitation.

For more in depth details please read the attached documents.

Profile 2 - Notes in Brief

Name: Lee Stewart

Age: 20

Status: Engaged to partner Melissa Andrews.

Owner’s Wishes: Lee’s new owner wishes for him to be completely feminised. He will respond to the name Candi and be chastitised at all times. Plans have been made with a local Surgeon who will help the process by implanting breasts, injecting hormones, performing surgery to change his physique to that of a more feminine one and permanently removing all unwanted hair. The Owner expects Lee to be used to anal sex and to be completely comfortable acting in a feminine manner.  For more in depth details please read the attached documents.

       What the hell?! Damn right that was an unpleasant surprise. Even with the warning from Mr Smith I still wasn’t prepared for this. I do not deal with Men in work. That was one of my conditions in accepting this position. Emma, who was reading the documents with me also recoiled a little in shock.

       “No Way. How could he even expect this of me?” I yelled, scaring my Mother at my feet with my sudden outburst and Emma put her arm around me and comforted me. After a few minutes she spoke but her words were not what I expected.

       “I think you should do it Stacey. No wait listen. You wouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to with him and think about it. It’s the perfect way to get your own back on every Man that’s pissed you off in your lifetime.” Emma smiled.

       “Well when you put it like that. No wait. I wouldn’t even know what to do Em”

       “You’ll be fine. I’ve seen what you’re capable of and believe me you are more than capable of breaking a Man. It would be much easier than you think.”

       She had a point. I was damn good at my job and it might be interesting. Slightly calmer than before thanks to Emma, I opened the next file to read over. Judging by the sounds of pleasure coming from my Mother on the floor she was enjoying herself. She even seemed to be putting in some good effort with my feet also and it felt good. 

       “How are you doing down there Mother?” I asked suppressing a laugh. She just moaned before doubling her effort on my feet, kissing them, sucking the toes and Emma and myself laughed. Right onto the next file.

Profile 3 - Notes in brief

Names: Helen and Sarah Ashburton

Ages: 32 and 16 respectively

Details: Both Mother and Daughter have been sent to us by the Mother Helen’s ex-partner Brian, Sarah’s Father. Neither have had any experience in this lifestyle and Brian wishes for them both to be trained to be ‘cum addicts’ so they can earn him some money. Both will need to be chastisised and constantly on the edge of orgasm. He wishes to make their life hell after Helen broke up with him after he had cheated on her and his Daughter disowning him. For more in depth details please read the attached details.

       Ooh. If I had a conscience this would definitely be one job I wouldn’t take. Luckily for Brian I don’t have that much of a conscience and I don’t have too many morals anymore either.  Overall I had an interesting set of slaves to train and the next couple of months were going to be great fun indeed.

       “Hello Anyone. Help us please. Helllllooooooooo. Is there anyone out there?” the yelling came from downstairs. It seemed one of my new set of trainees had awoken. With Emma and my Mother at my side I walked down the stairs of the basement and was met with yet another surprise. The Company had upgraded my little dungeon. Gone was the cold hard floor outside the cells and in it’s place was a nice thick carpet. Each cell had a two way mirror enabling me to see inside without having to go in and looking in the one where Melissa and Lee lay unconscious I could tell they had upgraded the props as well. A huge wooden cross with shackles attached to it, a larger selection of butt plugs, dildos, whips and canes hung in view of the bound slaves were just some of the props they had brought me.

       “Help. Somebody, please?” The pleas grew more desperate and I followed the sound to the cell that was occupied by the Helen and Sarah, the Mother and Daughter. Telling both Emma to take my Mother upstairs and entertain her I moved towards the cell door. Perhaps I should let Emma have the opportunity of dominating my Mother, perhaps in the capacity of head slave. I’m sure she’d get a kick out of it. Broaden her horizons a little, I thought to myself. Slowly I opened the door and took the first step in.

       “Thank god. My Daughter and I were drugged I think and someone locked us down here. We don’t know where the hell we are or why we’re down her. Can you help us please?” The Mother plead whilst her Daughter was still sobbing. It was amazing how much the two of them looked like they could have been Sisters. The Mother who was slightly shorter than her Daughter had a very young looking face and slightly smaller than average breasts whereas the Daughter was blossoming out quite well.

       “Oh my God. What happened?” I cried, feigning a little bit of shock and desperation. “Let me see if I can help you”

       Making sure the two were still handcuffed I untied the rope that bound the two together and helped lift them. They both ran to the door with the hands still cuffed behind them and pushed only to realise I had locked the door behind me.

       “You’ll be needing this key I suppose Helen.” They turned as I held the key in my hand with a wicked smile. The Daughter looked at me hopefully but the Mother guessed what was going on and took a step in front of her Daughter, protecting her.

       “What do you want with us? How do you know my name?” She demanded.

       “It’s not what I want with you but what Brian wants with you. Right now I’m not going to go into too many details about what that is. All you need to know is that I’m paid a very large amount of money to transform People to other People’s wishes and that’s what is going to happen to the both of you. Before you think that you can’t or you won’t be transformed and start fighting me, let me assure you that it’s inevitable.”

       That seemed to have an effect on the Mother Helen, who charged at me. Fuck knows what she expected from this, maybe her anger clouded her judgement but with her arms cuffed behind her back I just simply threw her to the floor. Next came the Daughter Sarah, encouraged by Helen’s actions she began to fight as well but rather than charge right at me like a maniac she held back a little trying to kick me. I caught her leg with my left hand and pulled her closer before planting a huge slap across her right cheek and pushing her down to the floor. Before her Mother could jump up again, I pounced at her, grabbing her arms and attaching the cuffs to a chain on the floor. Satisfied she wasn’t going anywhere I turned to the Daughter. I think it was time to try out this Wooden ’X’ shaped Cross so I picked Sarah up, removed the handcuffs and despite her battling she didn’t have much strength in her and I easily bound her arms to the top of the cross. It was also very easy to attach her legs to the cross and when I had finished I picked up a pair of scissors and sliced through her T-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. Well, Sarah wasn’t going to be needing that anymore so I snipped it in half and let it fall to the floor, allowing her Breasts to jump out. The look of horror on Sarah’s face was priceless and she struggled with her bindings trying to get loose as I repeated the process with her skirt.

       “What are you doing? Leave her alone. Please let her go, take me instead” I heard her mother cry out from the floor. How sweet, a Mother’s love so deep that she would give herself for her Daughter.

       “Why would I do that?” I laughed. “I already have the both of you” I taunted as I snipped Sarah’s matching black lacy Panties and shoved them in her mouth before holding them in with some duct tape and then covering her eyes with a blindfold.

       “Now I was going to ease you both in to this bit by bit but after your attack earlier I’ve changed my mind. To think, this is your fault now.” I told the young Girl’s Mother as I picked out a whip off of the rack. She eyed the leather whip with wide eyes and began pleading again but that wasn’t going to stop me. The first hit is always the sweetest and the Daughter’s cry echoed her Mothers as she felt the leather sting her right thigh. After ten lashes I paused for a moment and walked over to Helen who looked at me with all the hatred she could muster through her tear filled eyes.

       “Right. I don’t want to hear another sound out of you” I whispered to her so that the Daughter couldn’t hear. “For every time I hear you I will add another five lashes of the whip to the last forty I plan to give her. Nod if you understand.” I threatened. The Mother continued to stare at me, a look mixed with hatred and desperation held my gaze before she gave in and nodded. Satisfied I turned away from Helen and laid into Sarah once more. After twenty more hit’s Sarah was truly in hysterics, begging and crying into her gag.

       “How bad do you feel right now Sarah? You’re taking all this pain for something your Mother did wrong and she won’t even beg for me to stop, she won‘t even put herself in harms way to protect you.” I said looking directly into Helen’s eyes. Challenging her to say something. She just sobbed, unable to do anything that would comfort her Daughter without causing her any further pain. Sarah cries grew deeper and I could of sworn I heard a muffled and confused cry for her Mum. By the end of the forty hits Sarah was a wreck but at least for her, Helen hadn’t made a sound. She just watched her Daughter’s beating, refusing to look away from the pain she had caused her. Happy with the beginning of the Training I finished up and removed Sarah‘s gag.

       “Why are you doing this to us” she cried with a horse voice though I ignored it. I instructed Helen to say goodbye to Sarah, forcing Sarah to cry for her not to leave her and shout for her. Threatening Helen with further punishment on her Daughter I led her silently out of the room and into another cell. I left her bound to a chair in this cell facing a Television screen showing a replay of the events she had just experienced. A few hours of this should keep her entertained.

       “Have fun!” I joked locking the door behind me. Back upstairs I found my Mother suspended up against the Kitchen door with Emma teasing her with a feather. I watched silently from the basement door as Emma teased the feather down towards her Vulva and smiled to myself as my Mother seemed to struggle.

       “I’ve threatened to attach these nipple clips and spank her if she can’t hold in an orgasm until I allow her to have one” Emma thrilled. It was the right choice to let her take rein over my Mother I think. She would both excel and enjoy this new role. As I prepared some Food for the Slaves downstairs I filled Emma in on what had occurred downstairs. The expressions that played through her face showed me that she wished she could have seen them and she was delighted to learn I have all four cells wired with Cameras recording every moment. I switched on the small Television in the Kitchen and switched it to the right bit for the recordings. The Box that was plugged in split the screen into four sections so you could see all four Cells and then select the one you want to watch in full screen. Only one of the cells was unoccupied and Emma watched each one watching the Mother frustrated at seeing her Daughters abuse struggle against the bonds, the Daughter Sarah cry defeated bound to the cross and Lee with Melissa in the last Cell both confused and scared. I showed Emma how to watch what had already been pre-recorded and both she and my Mother watched the events from earlier.

       “I think I can see now why you enjoy this Job so much Stacey” My Mother commented, happy that I had distracted Emma allowing her a small break. I left them both to watch it as I continued preparing the food. For Helen, Sarah and Melissa the Food was simple, just some cold Meat and some Vegetables for today but with Lee it was slightly more complicated. I had been supplied a batch of Hormone Pills I needed to add discretely to his food. The information I had been supplied with told me these would alter his Voice to that of a Females pitch, develop some female Breasts and make both his Skin and his Emotions much more sensitive. These would take a week to fully take effect so I decided it would be best just to leave them bound and gagged in there and not to talk to them. Only removing Lee’s gag whilst he ate in my presence. That way once I began work with him next week and I removed the gag, the minute he replies to something I ask the shock of the tone of his voice will hit harder rather than noticing it gradually.

       I spent the next couple of hours watching Emma with my Mother. It surprised me how inventive Emma was with her technique in dominating her. She both degraded and instructed with the correct authority. There was one particular interesting idea where Sarah sat in the living room on the Sofa and instructed my Mother to stand masturbating in front of her facing the Video Camera Emma had set up next to herself. Whilst she was masturbating Emma conducted an interview asking how she felt. what was it like to lose all control of yourself to someone else among other questions whilst circling her, spanking and pinching her nipples. The recording ended with my Mother asking Emma for permission to orgasm and saying that she was the property of  both Emma and Stacey before climaxing. After that I encouraged them both to clean up and go out and enjoy the Beach or go Shopping, instructing Emma to take the opportunity to go and look for any Adult Toys she would like to be used on herself or would like to use on my Mother.

       Once they had left I brought the food downstairs, firstly dropping it off to Helen. Helen’s eyes were bloodshot and I could tell she had been crying from having to watch and hear the video over and over. I untied her arms and presented her with a bowl full of food instructing her to use only her mouth. I stood behind her watching as she made a complete mess spilling food down her face onto her lap. Once it was empty I filled the same bowl up with some water before heading to her Daughters Cell.

       Sarah was still half asleep when I had entered the room but was suddenly alert and full of panic once more when she heard me.

       “Don’t worry. I’ve just brought you some food. I’m not here to hurt you at this current time” I reassured her though she still eyed me wearily. To confirm what I said I held my arms up before gently undoing her bindings and helping her to the floor. In the future both Sarah’s and her Mother’s meals will be coated in Lee’s Cum but for now I thought I’d take it slowly. I instructed Sarah to be on all fours as she ate using only her Mouth and gently stroked over the red marks covering her body. She winced and began sobbing again both degraded, fearful and in pain but she didn’t plead.

       “Where’s my Mother?” She asked once she had finished eating.

       “She’s elsewhere. Helen wouldn’t volunteer to take the pain for you when I offered. I’m sorry to say but she begged me to put her in a different cell so that she wouldn’t have to worry about you.” Sarah was distraught after hearing this crying again with inaudible sighs of ’How could she?’ and ’My own Mother!’.

       “I’m really sorry Sarah but I’m going to be blunt. Your Mother has obviously abandoned you looking for any opportunity to save her own behind. I know the information you’ve been dealt today is harsh but it would be easier for you if you let me train you. If you’re not willing to go through with the programme I have set for you, you will be sent back to Brian who will become frustrated with your actions and your life will be a living hell. If you let me train you, although your life will be far from perfect I would have helped you to find little pleasures to keep yourself going. I will allow you some form of revenge upon your Mother for what she has done to you. Are you willing to try for me?”

       “Yes” She croaked defeated. It truly was a stroke of genius from me to pitch the Daughter against her Mother. I hugged the Daughter stroking her back taking care to look directly in the Camera smiling an evil smile. How do you like that? I thought to myself. I told Sarah that I’ll let her rest for a little and I would begin her training later before heading to Lee and Melissa’s Cell. Both had been struggling against their bindings but had stopped as I entered. Without saying a word I freed their hands and ungagged them then placed the food in front of them. I stood their silently watching them ignoring their useless, desperate pleas. Lee was the first to give in to his hunger as he used his hands to feed himself and shortly after Emma followed suit. Once they had finished I relieved a fresh steam of urine into the bowls and fitted them both with a ring gag. They both wore the same look of disgust upon their face, ‘I’m not drinking that!’. Well for now, it was all they were getting. They might not drink it now but eventually their thirst will get the better of them and they would give in. Silently I left the room leaving them to their thoughts on their silent captor and headed upstairs to watch them on the surveillance for a little. In the top left corner of the screen I noticed Sarah resting lapping away at the Water I had given her. To the right of Sarah’s video on the screen was her Mother who was screaming at the Camera. I turned the volume up.

       “YOU’VE TURNED MY DAUGHTER AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH. I WILL NEVER GIVE IN TO WHAT YOU WANT! NEVER.” She looked half insane struggling against her bindings. Thank fuck those walls were soundproof otherwise Sarah would be having second thoughts about agreeing to start her training.

       Another handy feature with the upgrades that the Company had worked on during the Winter was a that a Microphone was connected to the security set up allowing me to communicate with any of the Cells. I pressed the button marked ‘Cell Two’ and began to speak.

       “Helen. I advise that you stop that this instance. You’ll regret it if you don’t. I’m not sure how clear I made myself earlier but I’m not playing around here, I’ve already got your Daughter, how long do you think you can hold up on your own?”

       Helen was shocked by the sound of my voice but continued to shout. After a minute or so my words had sunk in and she began to cry and quiet down. In the third cell I noticed that Melissa had given in to her thirst and had begun to drink my urine from her bowl yet Lee was still being defiant.

       The next thing on my to do list was to prepare the recordings. Walking through the spacious hallway in my Villa I spotted Emma and my Mother out in the Garden. My Mother was being led crawling around the grass by a lead attached to a Collar that Emma had placed on her. Emma was constantly giving instructions and hitting her with some twigs she had picked off of a bush. Smiling, I headed up to my Computer room and prepared the audio files. Since I already had Sarah willing to go through with her training all I had to do was prepare the file onto an mp3 player and hand it to her so she could drift off with it. With the other three slaves I would have to use some Chloroform on them so that the message passes through sub-consciously, that way they won’t be able to fight it. For Sarah and Helen I had to make it so that they were unable to experience an orgasm unless they tasted Male Semen. Whilst that began to work it’s way into their mind I would have to keep them on the edge of a sort of sexual frenzy, permanently aroused yet never allowed to orgasm. For Melissa there was not much to do other than keeping her obedient and with sex on her mind permanently but for Lee it was very complex. I’ve never done this before and from what I guess I had to completely alter his mind. The pills and some surgery should take care of his physique, the tone of his voice and his emotions but I needed to change the way he saw things. The way the new Owner wanted him was to be as feminine as can be and that would involve crying often, getting excited over dressing up and make up amongst other things such as enjoying romantic Drama’s and so on. Well I had a few hours to waste before going back down to the Slaves I guess it was time to get recording.

Emma

       Wow I never thought this would be so fucking fun. When Stacey said for me to take charge over her Mother’s proper introduction to Bondage I wasn’t sure how good of a job I would do. I had only ever experienced the submissive side of this lifestyle and I knew that I had a very submissive nature for a while now so this was all new to me. However Karen had been the perfect student for me. Back in England when Stacey practically blackmailed her into coming out here I thought that she was still unsure about how she felt over being dominated but she really had made an effort today. Karen was definitely unfamiliar with the pain and that was the first thing I wanted to change. Just after Stacey had left the room earlier when I had Karen suspended up against the door, Karen’s lost her fight against controlling the orgasm whilst I was teasing her with the feather. I knew she wouldn’t have lasted much longer seeing how she wasn’t used to holding back the pleasure like I was so I knew I was going to get the opportunity to use the Nipple clips. Just as her body bucked to the inevitable orgasm I attached the clips and that just enhanced her orgasm. After she recovered from her climax she became fully aware of the pinching on her Nipples she begged me to take them off but I stated that she was aware of the punishment that she would earn if she had an orgasm without me allowing it. I noted how surprised I was by how naturally I was able to dominate Karen. Whether it was that she was so willing or I had picked up more from Stacey than I thought I wasn’t too sure. Next came the spanking and to keep her keen I instructed her to continue to play with her clit whilst I whipped her. As the leather strips lashed across her body she cried out but continued to play with herself and eventually the pleasure started taking priority. She cried out less in pain and started breathing heavily. Not too long after that her body shook as another Orgasm cursed through her body.

       The rest of the Afternoon passed in a similar manner. That of getting Karen used to being in pain and in pleasure and finding her happy place. The next lesson for Karen was that of humility. I went upstairs to Stacey’s room to find her busy with the recordings and asked her where she kept her Clothes. She pointed out the Cupboard to my left and I picked out a black, Latex Mini-Skirt with a zip access at the front and a black bra and a dark, grey fishnet top. I brought them downstairs to Karen and instructed her to dress in front of the vanity Mirror in the hallway. I couldn’t help but laugh as she noticed how visible her private parts were with the mini skirt followed by her reaction when she realised the Bra was a little too small for her ample Breasts and that they barely covered her nipples as her Breasts looked like they were trying to escape the garment. With the fishnet top on she looked immensely whore-like and an idea struck me. Goths. There are many Girls I’ve seen that look incredibly sexy with the Gothic look and it was then I decided Karen was going to be my Gothic slut. The idea had come so randomly yet it was so brilliant. I shouted up to Stacey that I was taking her Mother out for a bit and led Karen out through the door. There was plenty to do.

       The Taxi dropped us off just outside the Shopping Centre and the Driver got a nice pleasant surprise as he watched Karen get out of the Taxi revealing a lot of flesh in the process. I had to call him three times before he came back to his senses and I paid the fare. Leading Karen inside the Complex I watched her reaction to the amount of People staring at her. She couldn’t meet their Eyes and instead chose to fix her gaze on the floor.

       “Keep your head up Karen.” I instructed. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are.” Reluctantly Karen did as she was told although the shame was visible on her Face. There was quite a bit for us to do to complete the look I had planned for Karen and the first stop was the Hairdressers. Karen sat in the chair quietly staring at herself in the Mirror as the Hairdresser got to work on her hair. Luckily since it was quite late in the afternoon the Shop was quiet and even though there was only one Worker on at the moment, we didn’t have to wait long. I had paid for Karen to have her dyed black with streaks of purple running through and also for some make up to be applied. Once the Hairdresser had done Karen’s Hair she smoothed over some ’whiteface’ over Karen’s face to give the impression that she was incredibly pale before she applied a thick layer of black Lipstick and added a black Eye-Liner. Once the Hairdresser, a young Woman named Selena had finished she asked me what I thought of her work. Looking Karen over I was impressed. The contrast from the pale face to the Black make up was amazing and with the clothes I had chosen for her she really was on her way to how I wanted her to look. Selena, a little too curious it seemed asked if Karen was a submissive, saying that she was looking into getting into the Lifestyle and I answered yes.

       “Well if you don’t mind, I would like to make an offer to you” Selena continued a little nervous yet unable to hide the excitement. “I will waiver all the charges for the work done on Karen’s hair and face if I could er ‘borrow’ her for a little bit.” The sales clerk said in a thick Spanish accent.

       The thought of using Karen as payment for some of the changes I was making for her never crossed my mind but now that Selena had said it, I agreed. Selena went over to the door and put up the ‘Closed for Lunch’ sign before calling for Karen to follow. I nodded at her and obey everything Selena wishes of her for the next twenty minutes. Before following Karen and Selena through the back of the Shop I set up the Video Camera I had brought with me to record Karen’s progress and positioned it so that it was able to record whilst sat in my bag. I then took a seat, relaxed and enjoyed the show. Selena had begun by telling Karen to lay down on the bench in the staff area and then proceeded to pull down her silk Panties from underneath her Skirt and stood above Karen’s Face with her legs either side of the bench. Karen barely had time to give me a worried look before Selena smothered her Sex into Karen’s unsuspecting face. I couldn’t help but feel a little turned when Selena started letting out soft gasps of pleasure and I ventured a hand down to my own willing Pussy and began to gently stroke my clit. I noticed Selena must have had some experience in this kind of domination as she held herself down for enough time to make Karen uncomfortable and breathless before she briefly brought herself up and allowed her to breathe. Karen as well seemed to have a talented Tongue and Selena was brimming on the edge of orgasm when I instructed Karen to stop. Pulling my hand away from my soaking Sex I ran over to Selena and held her down, not allowing her to get up and finishing herself off.

       “We had a deal” She couldn’t keep the frustration and the desperation out of her voice and her breathing was deep, so close to an orgasm.

       “I changed my mind. However if you wish to have your Orgasm anytime soon you will be finishing me off.” I tried to use everything that I had learned from Stacey, the right amount of authority and temptation to push the subject to do what I wanted and it had worked as the young Selena edged her head forward and delved in with her tongue. When I was about to reach my Climax I instructed Karen to continue working with her tongue and both myself and Selena buckled with pleasure as the orgasm shook through our Bodies. I patted the young Sales clerk on the head before pushing my Fingers which were soaked with my Juices into her unwilling Mouth. Within a few seconds though she was no longer disgusted or unwilling and she sucked sensually on them.

       “Good Girl” I cooed a little breathlessly. “Now we need to get going, lots more work to do but I’ll be in touch. Very soon.”

       I led Karen out of the Hairdressers leaving a bewildered Selena left standing half naked too confused to react. Our next point of interest was to stop off for some Piercings and a few Tattoos at the Tattoo Parlour. . Looking Karen over clearly on our was to the next stop I was amazed by how much younger she looked. Back in England she looked slightly older than the thirty-nine years that she had lived but the revealing Gothic clothing, the make up and the hair had taken years off of her. Her Breasts were very firm and that helped the image a lot. Before she had come out here with us she had always hidden her assets away behind thick clothing but now with the fishnet Top and the tight black Bra they were fully on view, drawing some very excitable looks from some of the Males and even the Females passing by. When we had reached the Tattoo Parlour Karen gave me another worried look but I encouraged her by saying that it would please me and in the long run herself.

       The back room of the Tattoo Parlour was where we had ended up after I asked the receptionist for a private session and explained to the worker what I had planned. He agreed that the piercings in the tongue, lip, eye and ears would accentuate the Gothic look but suggested rather than Tattoos another option which had proven popular with the Gothic community. Scarification. The process involved cutting into the Skin using a Laser device and filling it in with ink offering more of a permanent modification. I agreed that Scarification would be better and offered the Tattooist my designs. The first of which was a picture I had quickly found on the internet which displayed a very dark looking Angel and I added the words property of Emma underneath. The second design was that of a chain of metal thorns and it would reach from just above Karen’s breasts, right up above her shoulders and round the back of her neck where there would be a padlock design. I asked for a moment of privacy with Karen before he began and he left us behind the curtain.

       “Are you sure you’re okay with this Karen? This will be a permanent design and will confirm my ownership of you. We can always continue your training without this so that you could go back to your Life as you were in the future with no worries if you’d prefer.” I offered giving her a choice in the matter.

       “No, it’s fine” She stated. “My Life didn’t amount to much before you and my Daughter came back into my life. I was lonely and lost. This day has been one of the best of my life, I’ve experienced things I’ve never thought I’d be able to and it’s all thanks to you and my Daughter. I’m so glad I came. I would be proud to wear your designs” She smiled and I embraced her in a passionate kiss thanking her for her words. Thoroughly delighted, I invited the Tattooist back into the room as he begun to prepare the Needle for the work to be done. I whispered to Karen as he prepared that we were going to play the same game earlier to see if she could learn to control herself a little better and instructed her to begin to play with herself. She replied in an incredulous gaze which turned into a Smile before she gave in to her needs. The Tattooist, who had finished preparing the Needle stared in disbelief but then laughed.

       “Believe it or not. This has happened before” He chuckled before beginning the first Piercing.

Stacey

       At long last the Recordings were finished. They had taken most of the Afternoon but they were finally ready for use tonight. Just as I had finished I received a text from Emma.

       Hey Sweetheart. Having a great time at the Mall with Karen, thank you for        giving this opportunity. Check out my website you told me to start for a        breakdown of the day. Love you loads. Emma xxx

       It was great to hear she was loving the freedom I gave her to dominate my Mother. As much as I wanted to train her myself, having four Slaves was going to take up a huge amount of my time but there would be plenty of opportunity later which I was going to take full advantage of. I logged on to Emma’s website to be greeted by a Picture I had taken of her as she was bound in a hogtied position back on a Bed in the Hotel in England. I had advised Emma to make this site as a documentary of her Journey and she had been making full use of it. Ever since her first post where she had described how she had belonged to me and how happy that had made her feel she had added regularly with Pictures and Videos from sessions we had had together and added blogs of her day. I clicked on the latest one entitled ‘A New Toy’ and was shocked by the image that greeted me. It was my Mother, although it had taken me a few seconds to work that out. I read the article and agreed with Emma how the Gothic look had taken years off her. At the bottom of the page was a Video that she had recorded and uploaded from her Mobile and I pressed play on the first. It was recording the progress of my Mother’s transformation from the moment she first put on the revealing Clothes that Emma had selected for her. The picture then changed scene to that of a Woman dying my Mother’s hair and applying her makeup followed by Emma using my Mother to pay for the work done. I was impressed by the way Emma had taken advantage of the young Sales Clerk and wondered what she had planned there. The Video concluded with my Mother receiving the attention from a Tattooist as she masturbated furiously lost in a haze between the border of Pain and Pleasure. Emma ended the Video by stating that the work was almost finished and that she would post the Pictures when the work had fully healed. I couldn’t wait, though for now, there was work to do.

       Helen was crying when I entered her cell but her face quickly changed to one of Loathing as she heard me. I walked up to her Chair and turned her to face the Television once more.

       “Helen. Are you ready to submit to the Training?” I asked sternly.

       “Never. I’ll never give in. Let me and my fucking Daughter go” she screamed.

       “Wrong answer. Remember, your Daughter hates you?” I taunted. “I’m afraid this means you’ll be left here on your own to enjoy the show in solitude. Have fun” I laughed as I switched on the Tele showing Helen’s Daughter Sarah resting on the floor and then left the Cell and moved to Sarah’s Cell.

       “Hey Sarah, how are you feeling?” I asked softly as I entered the room.

       “A little better now I understand” She answered softly. “I realise there’s no other option for my now but to go with your wishes. You look like someone who always gets their way no matter what and it would be foolish for me to make this any harder for myself.” She spoke confidently and I was impressed with the direct way she spoke. I couldn’t have wished for a better start for the show her Mother was about to see.

To be Continued.        

Part Four has worked out to be lengthier than I originally imagined so it will be continued with the Story of Lee, Melissa, Sarah, Helen, Emma, Stacey’s Mother and Selena into part five. Sorry for the huge delay and I hope you enjoyed the Story.

Staceys Job - Part Five

Continuation of the Characters from Part Four. Sorry for the length of time it’s taken for this to be written. I hope you enjoy this part and as always I appreciate all feedback and suggestions. I hope you all had a great Christmas and New Year. Thank you for feedback, please keep it coming. Enjoy.

Emma

       “How much longer do you think this will take?” I tried to keep the tone polite despite my impatience as I asked the tattooist. The work on Karen had taken the best part of three hours so far and the afternoon was coming to an end. To be fair to Karen she lasted longer than she had back at the villa before she gave into her first orgasm but since then they had pulsated through her in waves. I couldn’t imagine the mental and physical strain she was feeling right now.

       “I’m just finishing off the scarification, shouldn’t be no longer than half an hour. Why don’t you take a walk around, Karen will be fine here, although I advise you to let her rest for a little before she passes out.” He was right. Karen looked completely spent. I whispered to her to take a little rest whilst I popped out of the shop for a bit.

       The amount of people in the mall now had thinned out. Customers rushing about, grabbing what they need before the evening draws in, kids chilling at a café after a day of school. I wasn’t sure where I was aiming for but it was nice for the change of scenery after being stuck in the tattoo parlour for just over three hours. Ever since I had been reunited with Stacey my life had taken a huge turn for the better. The way she made me feel and the opportunities that had opened up were, well, fucking awesome. I’d always thought I had been born to follow, never to lead yet Stacey had given me the opportunity to attempt to dominate, and from what Karen had said to me earlier it seemed I was doing a pretty good job. For that reason, right now I was feeling pretty damn good. A movement in the shop window I was passing distracted me from my thoughts. It was the hairdressers we had visited earlier and I noticed the beautiful, young Selena embracing who appeared to be her parents before leaving the shop. With an idea in mind I followed from a safe distance.

       Selena was strolling casually a few metres in front of me, too lost in her own thoughts to pay much attention to the people around her. At a guess I would say she was around nineteen, not too much younger than myself or Stacey. She was petite, but in the mini-dress that she was sporting she showed off a pair of long legs with an even tan that you’d expect of someone living in this climate all year round. Her long brunette hair reached down to just above her lower back and her figure was one of a person who looked after their self very well. I waited from a distance as she brought herself a bottle of water from one of the stalls and then took a seat at one of the nearby tables. This was my chance. I walked over to her, slowly turning over what I was going to say in my mind before I reached her table.

       “Hello Selena. Remember me?” I asked with malice in my voice. It was clear she was shocked to see me and shyly nodded her head unsure what to say. I had to play this bit carefully, I needed to play on the best of the experience she felt earlier and not scare her too much.

       “I enjoyed our time together earlier so much I thought I’d pop by and say hello. Did you have fun earlier Selena?”

       “Yes” She answered quietly and I could see that she was blushing slightly.

       “Tell me what you enjoyed about it” I demanded.

       “The loss of control. Giving in to my desires.” She barely whispered and she hid her face as she spoke.

       “Well how would you like to experience this more often? I can offer you this and so much more if you were to let me.”

       “No” She fought with her desires. “That was a one off. I can’t.. I can’t do it. It’s not right. I’m not a lesbian. I got carried away earlier. What would my family think” She was crying a little now. Obviously she was in conflict with her emotions. Her parents must have very strict views on homosexuality and their thoughts must have rubbed off on her. Still, I wanted this. Time to stop playing Missy nice Girl.

       “Indeed. What would your parents think? I didn’t want to have to do it this way Selena but you’ve left me little choice. You see I want you to be happy and to not deny yourself the pleasure you currently are denying yourself at the moment. I recorded what occurred in your parent’s salon earlier today and well you wouldn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands would you? Specifically your parent’s hands?”

       “Your blackmailing me?! No.” Her face was full of shock, hurt and disbelief. Right now it truly was a picture of complete innocence. An innocence I planned to take away.

       “Right I have other places to be. I advise you to truly think about it. You fully enjoyed earlier so don’t waste this opportunity. The alternative would not be so great for you. Let’s just say I wouldn’t just stop at showing your parents. The video may just find it’s way onto the Internet, perhaps even on that big screen I saw in this very mall. Here’s my number. You have until the end of tomorrow to make your decision. Goodbye for now” I said as I walked off leaving her shocked and in tears. Her eyes locked into mine for the distance looking for a sign that this was a joke, that she had no reason to worry, but she was never going to find it. When that knowledge sunk in she held her head in her hands and cried some more as I turned the corner and headed back to the tattoo parlour.

       Karen was half asleep lying on her side as I returned to her. Her slow steady breathing must have been her form of self control to put up with the pain. When she had stopped pleasuring herself the pain had taken centre stage and it was a whole new experience.

       “So how do you like the work?” The tattooist asked seemingly proud of his work. “It will be a little sore for a few days as the piercings and scarification heals and you should take it easy with her for a little.”

       I looked over his work and it looked better than I had imagined. First of all the piercings I had selected worked very well with her chosen look. She had two rings at the back of each ear, a stud in the bottom of both ears, a small ring on the lower edge of her lip, a stud on her tongue, another small ring on her eyelid and a slightly larger ring in the middle part of her nose. The scarification, although it was too early to tell right now looked like it was going to be a masterpiece. Satisfied with the work done I paid the man and gently woke up Karen before we left and made our way back to the villa.

Stacey

       And so the show began. I was in Sarah’s cell and she had agreed to begin her training. Since her father and Helen’s Ex wished for them to be rented out, Stacey would have to be used to pleasuring a man. Something I didn’t have too much experience with but I had done my research. I instructed her to kneel with her hands behind her head as I put on the strap-On for her to practice with.

       “Okay Sarah. The first part of your training will be practice on how to orally pleasure a man. What I want you to do is to first, listen to my instructions and with your free hand to masturbate. Do you understand?”

       “Yes” She stated firmly and slowly lowered her hand and began gently massaging her clit.

       “Right, first of all I want you to gently stroke the ‘penis’ with your other hand. Stroke up and down the shaft slowly. This will help the man become fully erect and ready for your full attention. Before you begin I would like you to gently kiss the head of the penis, remember to always keep eye contact.”

       I watched as she slowly followed my instructions step by step. Slowly she stroked the dildo before she looked deep into my eyes and kissed the head of the dildo. She then proceeded to take the dildo into her mouth, first just the top part of the penis and then taking it in a little deeper.

       “Remember to use your tongue. Vary your actions. Working from rolling your tongue around the sensitive parts underneath the head, sucking softly and harder at times and at times hold the base of the penis a little tighter. You could also try rubbing your lips and your tongue gently over the head of the penis.” I noticed my voice grew a little weaker. This was beginning to really turn me on. I wasn’t sure whether it was the fact I had this young girl debasing herself in front of me or the fact that I knew her mother was watching in vain from the other cell. Sarah began following my advice, testing out and practising different techniques. I let her continue for another fifteen minutes whilst she perfected her actions before moving on.

       “Now some men will like to be a bit rough and I’m going to make this a little more intense now” I warned as I grabbed her hair. She let out a muffled cry but let me guide her mouth deeper over the dildo. Instantly her reflexes told her to pull back as she gagged but I held her firm. Sarah panicked a little but it didn’t take too long for her to settle and she allowed me to guide her head. I could see her eyes watering as the dildo invaded her throat and I had to be careful not to make her vomit. She needed to learn to enjoy it and perfect it as an art. Slowly I withdrew and put my hand on her head and stroked softly.

       “Very good Sarah. You have done well and I think you deserve a reward. Stay where you are and I’ll be back in a minute.”

       Helen was staring in disbelief at her daughter on the television screen. With tears streaming down her face she was so lost in her own anguish that she failed to notice me enter the room.

       “Did you enjoy the show Helen?” Her gaze turned away from the screen briefly then back at the screen, unable to retort. She was almost defeated, I wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She didn’t even try to resist as I untied her from the chair and cuffed her hands behind her back.

       “Do what you like to me, you’ll never have your way” Helen stated before I placed the gag. I led her out of her cell and into Sarah’s. I pushed her forward and closed the door behind me. Sarah was just frozen on the floor. It was time to get Helen onto the training with her daughter.

       “The best revenge you can get here Sarah would be to push her to agree to the training for her new life.” I whispered softly in her ear before walking away and leaning on the wall to watch the events unfold.

       Sarah got to her feet and faced her mother. The air was filled with the intensity of the situation 

       “You betrayed me mother” Was all she said and Helen’s eyes seemed to be pleading with her daughter. Sarah turned away, tears in her eyes as she prepared herself. When she had controlled her emotions she turned back and slapped her mother. Helen’s eyes widened with shock as Sarah lined up another slap. Sarah continued her assault, ignoring her mother’s cries until she was satisfied with her work and placed her hands on the sides of her mother’s cheeks briefly before massaging her way down. She worked her way down to her mother’s nipples and gently alternated between stroking and licking them. Helen’s breathing deepened as she began to give in to her arousal. When her nipples were fully erect Sarah pinched them causing a muffled cry of pain and pleasure from her mother. After Sarah was finished with the nipples she worked her way down further to her mother’s pussy. Gently she massaged the clit with her tongue whilst holding her labia apart. As Helen’s body prepared for the orgasm that was about to curse through it Sarah pulled back.

       “You can earn my forgiveness mother. The way to start would be to agree to the training for our new life. You have to realise we have no other choice and it would be easier for you to just give in. We can help each other through this.” Sarah spoke softly, urging her mother to agree. As Helen battled with the conflicts in her mind, Sarah gave a soft blow to her exposed clit to remind her of the sensations she was feeling and to frustrate her. Whether Helen’s decision was influenced by her current state of mind I’d never know but she nodded, defeated, and Sarah smiled before finishing off her work on the clit and bringing Helen to a very loud orgasm. Both girls collapsed onto the floor in a state of ecstasy and hugged. My work here was done for now. I will very soon begin the full training for the two of them but that could wait until later tomorrow. Also tomorrow I could fully begin Lee and Melissa’s training. I headed to bed where Emma was waiting for me, grateful that things were finally beginning to progress.

       I woke with a familiar pleasant feeling down below and I lifted my Head to see Emma working her magic on me. Her cute Eyes lit up when she saw I was awake and she doubled her efforts. It was a great turnaround from working this Job alone less than a year ago. At times like that I was only happy with my Life when I had an assignment, but now everything seemed complete. I was even considering committing myself to Emma and live out here permanently with my mother and her. Maybe I’d still do the occasional job just to keep the finances secure but I wouldn’t have to do it often. God she was getting damn good at pleasuring another woman, why her last owner no longer saw her fit for service was a mystery to me.

       “Good morning Stacey” Emma said with a smile once her Job was done. I sat up and spent a minute recovering in the warmth from the Sun through the windows. There really was no better way to be woken up in the morning.

       “Morning Emma. Sorry I missed you last night. You must have come in when I had finished with the training. I would have stayed up but I was exhausted. How did the visit to the mall go?”

       “Ah it was fantastic. Did you see the picture of your mother I posted?” I nodded and let her continue. “Well from there I had an idea. The tattoos and piercings that I had done for her would help accentuate the gothic look I had planned for her. The next thing that was surprising was how I reacted with that sales clerk I met. Her name is Selena and if all goes to plan with her, she will be giving me call soon and I will have someone else to train.”

       “Oh that’s great. I always knew you had it in you to be able to dominate someone else. Perhaps not someone like me but others who are completely submissive. The reason I gave you my mother to practice with is that this job takes up a lot of my time so I’m unable to spend as much time with you as I wish. When they are fully prepped, I will let you in on the training. Maybe you can pick up some tips to use on my mother and this Selena girl.”

       I continued to explain to Emma the status of where I was at with the training. How Sarah and her mother Helen were close to completing their training and how Lee would not take long to finish because of the drugs I had been giving him in his food. Lee’s girlfriend Melissa would also be easy. I’ve seen how close they are on the security cameras. When Lee falls under my will then she will follow suit. Emma listened on my every word and she seemed excited by the prospect of joining in on the training. She stopped and picked a few pill containers up off of my bedside table before throwing me a questioning look.

       “Oh one of those arrived yesterday. The other a few weeks back. The first set is for Helen and Sarah. They will help me to get them addicted to the taste of Cum. Believe me, when they start working Lee’s not going to have much fun. The others are for Lee. One for his hormones, his voice and so on. They essentially feminise his voice among other things. Whilst he’s gagged and blindfolded he won’t notice anything but from what I could tell when I popped in yesterday they’ve already taken effect. I didn’t think they’d work at first and I wouldn’t have believed it until I saw it yesterday but Lee is actually growing some breasts.”

       “Oh my God” Emma enthused every word. “I’ve got to see that myself, do you mind if I sit in with your mother when you train them next”

       “No that would be great.” I agreed. We embraced and I told her to have fun with my mother before I headed down to the cells below bringing the pills with me.

       Helen and Sarah were still asleep in each others arms when I entered their cell. I remembered the instructions that came with the pills that were to be used. They were actually designed by a bunch of scientists in an attempt to help future patients to give up smoking. The pills were supposed to replace the addiction to nicotine with the first thing they ate or drank after taking the pill, and that is exactly what they did. It worked too well that was the problem. Nothing in excess was good so they never were released to the public. Fuck knows how the company got hold of these.

       “Good morning you two. I hope we’ve forgiven each other and eager to begin the training today.” I questioned and the two woke and nodded in agreement. I gave them each a cup of water in which I had crushed the pills and encouraged them to drink it whilst I exited their cell and went to Lee and Melissa. I took the blindfold off of Melissa but left it on Lee as I led them outside their cell and into the cell which held Helen and Sarah. Melissa looked over Helen and Sarah and how they shared her nakedness, however they were both a little more comfortable with it than she was. Lee was just left standing there unaware of his surroundings.

       “Right this is where the fun begins.” I announced and I led Melissa over to the wall where I put her in the cuffs that were attached to wall by a chain. When I was sure she wasn’t going anywhere I led Lee to the middle of the room and lifted his arms into the shackles attached to the ceiling.

       “Sarah. I decided to give you a live model today to hone your skills that you were practicing yesterday.” I smiled as her Eyes lit up as she gaped at Lee’s large member. She even licked her lips in excitement. Helen was a little more wary and I told her that she would begin with a strap-on, just like Sarah did on the video. I had Sarah crawl over to in front of Lee and noticed how Melissa watched with concern. I instructed Helen to get a kneel beside her and I stood in front of her, wearing the strap-On.

       “Okay, Helen. Watch Sarah and follow how she does it.” I ordered and watched as Sarah began her work on Lee’s already hard member. It’s good to see the other pills I had already given him were working. They increased the sensitivity of his penis which meant that he was very nearly always erect. The slightest thing, whether it be cold air or someone brushing against it would set it off. It was clear the training yesterday with Sarah had been of good use to her and she was using them methods that I had taught her. Helen watched her and began repeating Sarah’s actions on the strap-On. I watched Melissa watch from the wall with a look full of disgust and shock. She was shouting into her gag as she saw her boyfriend being used the way he was. Then as Lee was nearly ready to come she gave in to her tears. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sarah react to the taste of the semen. Her eyes lit up and she eagerly lapped away at every drop and then sucked on the penis wanting every bit of it. Lee moaned in shock and then in pain as Sarah began deepthroating his member once again. She looked crazed. Helen didn’t seem to notice this and carried on working on the strap-On.

       When Sarah had made Lee ejaculate once again I instructed her to swap the cum with her mother’s mouth as they must have done with gum back at school. The two didn’t even hesitate and I watched, slightly aroused with the urgency that they went at it. Just like with Sarah, Helen’s eyes lit up and she instantly turned her attention to Lee’s penis in an attempt to lap up whatever ejaculate that remained. The pills had worked and I had to hold them both off of Lee. Now that they were addicted to the taste I had to keep them off the cum for a little just to intensify they’re addiction. When they were as desperate as I wanted them to be I had plans in place. I left them with two dildos so they could practice, and have a little fun when I escorted Lee and Melissa out the room and when I had them both back in their cell I removed Melissa’s gag.

       “Why did you do that?” She asked with tears streaming down her face. Lee just sat on the floor exhausted from the treatment.

       “I’m sorry I should have told you this sooner rather than just leave you two down here. The fact is you’ve both been brought as sex slaves. I hate to be blunt but it’s easier this way. The work has already begun and it would help me a great deal if you could just be agreeable and go along with the training.”

       “We’ve been brought?! How? Why? I’ll never do what you want me to and neither will Lee” Melissa stated in a shocked defiance.

       “Well that will soon change Melissa.” I said smirking as I removed Lee’s gag and blindfold.

       “Noticed anything different about your boyfriend when you saw him in the cell today Melissa?” I saw her look him over confused so I decided to help her out.

       “Hello Lee.” I smiled.

       “Who are you? Wha…” I heard the shock in his voice as he realised how different his voice sounded. I was actually excited to hear his new voice for the first time. It actually reminded me of a girl I went to School with. A soft almost musical sound.

       “What have you done to me?” He demanded still scared and confused with the way he sounded.

       “Well a few things actually. Firstly have you noticed recently how you’re always nearly erect? Yes I thought so. That was the first thing we did. Secondly you’re voice was altered as you now know and lastly, take a look down at your chest.” I smiled too myself as I saw his reaction to how his chest had slightly expanded. It was a noticeable difference from when I first saw him. I noted the look of disgust on his Voice and explained further.

       “That’s just the beginning, you’ve got a few weeks of surgery ahead of you to reach the figure we require.”

       “The figure you require? Why are you doing this?”

       “As I explained earlier you’ve been brought. I am training you and adapting you to the requirements of your new owner. If you both let me I can help you make the most of this situation. You’ll both still be together just in different circumstances and believe me if you don’t agree to my help you’ll find the rest of your lives miserable and very painful. Listen, the work has already begun and I doubt you’d want to go back into your old lives right now, especially with the way your voice now sounds Lee. Are you going to try?” I asked already knowing the answer. After receiving the documents on Lee and Melissa I read a psych profile and I knew they both didn’t have a great deal of willpower. Both of them would fold as long as they would be together if it was the easier of the two options. Melissa looked into Lee’s eyes with tears in her own and agreed, not that she had much choice. She wouldn’t have been able to face other people with Lee present and she loved him too much to leave him.

       “Good. It’d be best for you to know what your owners require of you before we begin the training. Melissa, you will be the owner’s new latex maid. It will require you to do the chores and to sexually service your owner as well as looking after Lee, who will be going under the new name of Candi.” I took in her shocked look as she reluctantly nodded her head before continuing. “And you Lee. Or Candi as it now is, will be the sissy slut. You will be completely modified so that you will resemble a woman in every way except, and I expect you will be relieved by this in the fact that you’re penis will not be changed. I’m going to give you an hour to get yourselves prepared for your training and to have a little talk before I come back.”

       I left them sitting there stunned as I went to find Emma and Karen.

Emma

       I found Karen still flat out of the Sofa when I eventually made my way downstairs. After Stacey left to begin the training I took a nice cool shower and got dressed. Walking out onto the balcony outside my room I truly had a chance to appreciate this place. Secluded from the busy party centre of the resort, the villa overlooked the beach and the beautiful blue sea. It was another hot day and I couldn’t help thinking that I could get used to this. It sure beat the hell out of the weather back in England. A little reluctantly, I pulled myself away from the heat and made my way downstairs. Karen was still fast asleep and I couldn’t blame her. Yesterday was a very tough day for her and she got through it. She had a very strong mental strength which must have had something to do with what she’d been through with her ex-husband and what he’d done with Stacey. To reward her for her efforts yesterday I let her sleep in peace for the time being and went to watch the cameras that Stacey had set up in the cells. I watched in awe as she had her way with the four prisoners and how the pills had taken effect. Helen and Sarah seemed possessed the way they went after Lee’s semen. Then when Stacey had left the room I watched how Helen and Sarah reacted. They spent a while talking with each other, they seemed to be very close and now that they were, well not exactly comfortable with their situation but they had accepted it, they seemed to be dealing a whole lot better. I started to notice how they both seemed distracted, unable to focus on one spot for too long, they started fidgeting. I noticed the signs. Them drugs must’ve been very strong. Already they were showing the symptoms of an addict. I was shocked to see Sarah begin to stroke herself slowly and then even more so when her mother copied her actions. They needed something to distract them from what they wanted and this was the only option available. Then things started to get a little more hotter when they embraced each other and kissed. Helen was the one who made the first move, gently kissing her daughter’s neck before going in for the lips. Sarah needed no more of an invitation and started massaging her mother’s breasts. I found myself getting turned on watching this, I would have to wake Karen up soon, if only just for my own release. It turned out I didn’t need to.

       “Morning Miss Emma.” Karen startled me and smiled when she noticed what I was watching. She had slept naked in the end under my suggestion because of the pain the rubbing of the bedclothes would have caused.

       “Morning Karen how are you feeling today?” I looked over her body and the piercings and scarification still looked pretty raw. They would still take up to a week to heal but I was looking forward to the end results. I’d have to keep today to just training her without causing her much pain until she was fully healed. First things first though, I needed that release. I let Karen know that today we would practice her oral skills and got her to kneel down in front of me. Whilst watching the video of Helen and Sarah I helped Karen to pleasure me. I told her where to put her tongue, directed the speed and other techniques such as nibbling or sucking on my clit. It felt weird directing my own orgasm but it worked damn well. I was clinging onto the stall as the arousal flowed through my body stronger than it had done in a while. I gave into the feelings and let out a scream of pleasure. Bloody hell that was good. I gently stroked Karen’s head whilst I began to recollect my senses. I had her kneel beside me and watch Stacey speaking with Lee and Melissa in their cell.

       Early in the afternoon after I had been out to pick up a few things down town I decided to go out the back and sunbathe whilst I let Karen rest. Yesterday really did take it out of her. The temperature was beautifully hot and I had Karen rub some sun cream on me before she drifted off. I was nearly drifting off myself when I heard Stacey call out on her way outside. I couldn’t help but smile as I appreciated her beauty, the way the sun accentuated her wonderful tan, her soft skin glistened with a little sweat in the heat. I was startled when my phone rang. I looked at the unknown number on the screen and answered, curious.

       “Hello?”

       “Hi. This is Selena, I worked in the hairdressers.” I recognised the nervous voice on the receiver and smiled to myself.

       “Ah yes I remember. How can I help you?”

       “I’ve decided to accept your offer, not that I had much choice”

       “I’m glad you saw sense. Be ready for half seven this evening, I’ll have a taxi come pick you up and you can stay for the weekend. Let your parents know you’re staying with a friend. You won’t need to pack any clothes.” She accepted my words though I could tell she was very uneasy with the situation before I hung up.

       “Who was that?” Stacey asked curiously.

       “Ah that was my little friend Selena. It seems her training will begin tonight for the weekend. I was thinking of bringing her in for your sessions with Lee, Melissa, Helen and Sarah this evening.”

       “Yeah that should be fine. So how are you finding it out here? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend much time with you. I left Lee and Melissa to think and talk over their situation.”

       “That’s no problem Stacey. I love you. You have no idea how much you’ve already done for me, just by taking me in. This really is a beautiful place, I can see myself getting used to a place like this. Want me to take the spot next to me and enjoy the sun with me?”

       “You know what I think I will.”

       “Lay down and I’ll give you a little massage”

       I heard Stacey let out a sigh of approval as I massaged the sun cream into her soft skin, taking care to show a little more attention to her more tender areas. When finished, I met her lips with my own. Even though it had only been a couple of weeks since that time we had in England I had missed being with her like this and I could tell she did to. The way her lips crushed into mine, eager for the touch. In an instant she was all over me, cuddling, kissing me all over. I reached out to her as she pulled away with a smile. Stacey turned herself so that she was standing over my head, facing down at me. She lowered herself so that her Sex was just over my face and I reached up to kiss her there. She then leant over me and I couldn’t resist much longer so I pulled my head up closer and began to massage her clit with my tongue. Stacey began to do the same thing with me and I moaned in approval. I couldn’t help but think to myself, thank fuck Stacey had no Neighbours. I could feel my orgasm coming before Stacey was ready for hers and I held it wanting to reach climax together and when Stacey’s breathing deepened I increased my efforts with my tongue and we both collapsed onto the floor, holding each others hand as we let the orgasm flow through our bodies. We spent a moment in silence just simply enjoying this perfect moment. Now was the time I thought. I’d kept a little box I had brought earlier down the mall inside my back pocket. I got up onto my knees looking Stacey lovingly in her eyes and I knew she felt the way. Nervously, I began.

       “Stacey. As I said earlier I love you. I love you more than anyone and I always have. Ever since we were young together I knew deep down that there was no one else that I could love so fiercely. So what I’m saying is..” I paused and pulled the small black box from my back pocket and revealed a ring I had purchased down the mall earlier. I had known I was going to do this for a while, I just needed the right moment and this was it. Stacey’s face was frozen and I thought I could spot a tear glistening from the corner of her eye. “Will you marry me?”        

       The silence was deafening and crushing but eventually Stacey squeezed my hand and kissed me more passionately than she had done before.

       “Yes” Was all she said and I’d never felt better in my life than I did right now. I’d let Stacey organise the whole affair, she seemed to have better organising skills. We embraced once more and laid down together holding each others hands. The moment was perfect, no words needed to be said.

       When I had showered once again, I realised how peaceful I felt after the time spent in the sun and with Stacey accepting my proposal. This was a day I was going to remember for the rest of my life and I hoped my session with selena tonight would be just as successful. She was due to come any moment now and I was dressed in a nice leather one piece dress under the influence of Stacey. It will help assert your dominance she had said. I was both nervous and excited about dominating selena tonight. On one hand she was stunning and completely submissive but what if I did something wrong? What if I went too far and put her off the lifestyle completely? No, I couldn’t think like that. With Stacey’s guidance I couldn’t fail. I heard the door bell and realised it was too late to worry now anyhow.

       As I opened the door I was taken back by how stunning selena looked. She was wearing a red, one piece dress and had her done up. Though she sounded reluctant on the phone earlier she must have been looking forward to it a little judging by the way she had done herself up. She stood there, I realised, waiting for my instructions. All I had to do was to be calm and confident. Be clear with my instructions and hopefully selena’s submissive nature will do the rest.

       “Come in.” I invited her in and instructed her to follow me into the living room. She had followed my instructions I gave earlier and had only brought the necessary toiletries, no clothes, only what she arrived in.

       “Before we begin tonight I’ve a few things to say. I am sorry for having to resort to blackmail earlier but I saw no other way. I could see how much you enjoyed the events at the salon yesterday. If you refuse to believe that, maybe I can show you the video I recorded to convince you” selena sat there listening intently. She was going to argue to begin with but she held her tongue. My words must have hit home and she just nodded her agreement a little embarrassed.

       “Now if you’re to go through with this you need to agree to obey to everything I tell you to do without hesitation. If you do your training will be much easier and far less painful. Agreed?” selena nodded, a little unsure but I could tell she was beginning to get a little excited.

       “Firstly, you can remove your clothes selena. They won’t be needed. To begin with I’ll take it slowly as we watch a show presented by a friend of mine downstairs.” I led her down to the basement and introduced her to Stacey just outside Lee and Melissa’s cell. selena reacted well as Stacey walked around her, looking her over, touching her occasionally and complimenting her body. Stacey smiled at me, showing her approval of my choice and invited us in. She had set up a chair for myself and another one, with some handcuffs sitting on it ready for Selena. Lee and melissa were sitting in the middle, waiting patiently for their training to begin.

       

Stacey

       Now Selena had arrived we were ready to begin. Lee and melissa having agreed to take part in their training were sitting waiting there for me to begin. I listened a little earlier as they talked over what I had told them. Through the hidden CCTV I heard them moaning about their situation first but they both agreed that being agreeable would lead to the easiest outcome, not that Lee had another choice with that new voice of his. I had made an arrangement for Lee’s surgery tomorrow and that would be the beginning of the end of his training. From their profiles I had been given I did guess that they would be one of the easiest of mine to train. They loved each other a great deal and would do anything for each other. Sure this new life seemed like something of a kick in the teeth but they would cope and perhaps come to enjoy their new life. I watched as Emma cuffed Selena to the chair. We were ready to begin.

       “Melissa. Since you’re going to be responsible for Lee under you’re new owner I will let you help give the training. As I said earlier your responsibilities will include house chores, pleasuring your new mistress and looking after Lee. I imagine she will want to dress you as a maid and with that I will have to give you a little training. So first of all I would like you to wear this.” I commanded holding up a latex neck brace. The idea of this device was to help achieve a good posture as well as restricting the movement of the slave. Melissa approached me and let me put it on. The brace fitted perfectly around her neck and the lower part of her face. At the top end of the brace was an inflatable gag which I fitted inside her mouth and inflated until her cheeks looked full.

       “First things first Lee is your cock sucking skills. A good little slut has to know how to handle a penis.” At first he looked reluctant and turned away but the recordings I had played them, which also helped to get them to submit, had already taken their effect. Once he had accepted, I placed an arm binder which bound Melissa’s arms tightly behind her back and also placed on a strap on dildo, a fairly small one just to start him off easily with. 

       As I advised Lee on techniques and such I watched to see how Emma and Selena were enjoying the show. Selena was engrossed and was watching with great interest, a little confusion on her face but she was hooked. Emma met my eye and smiled. We’d planned that after I had finished with Lee and Melissa I would oversee Emma dominating Selena. I had to stabilise Melissa at times as she was having trouble balancing with the arm binder on but she was slowly getting used to the posture that the neck brace and the arm binder aimed to produce. Once I was satisfied with Lee’s progress I moved on to teaching him many aspects of womanhood. The first of all was walking in high heels. I picked a pair with just a three inch heel and had him walk back and forth across the cell. Many times he stumbled but over the course of an hour he was slowly getting the hang of it. Next on the agenda was the application of make up. I had Melissa show instruct him how and it was amusing to see how she was getting frustrated when she was unable to use her own hands to guide him when he made mistakes. Whilst Melissa was training Lee I took a moment to have a talk with Selena. The girl was smart and very attractive. Emma had definitely found a keeper here. What surprised me the most was how eager she was to submit. Oh she may try to hide the fact, use the excuse that the only reason she was here was because she was blackmailed. I would bet though that the fact she was being blackmailed aroused her. I could see her becoming a nice little pet and wondered if that’s what Emma had in mind. I’d have to have a chat with Emma before she had a little play with Selena tonight.

       I closed the nights training session by congratulating Lee and Melissa on their progress. Both looked exhausted and Melissa had a busy day tomorrow whilst Lee was in for his surgery. I motioned for Emma to come outside for a minute before she began her session with Selena.

       “Hey Sweetheart. I was wondering. What did you have in mind for Selena?”

       “I’m not sure. I picked her up on an impulse. What do you think?” Emma asked curiously.

       “Well I was thinking. I’ll be packing this Job in soon to enjoy my time with you. I may take the odd case here and there but it will be rare. So, we’ll be living together and well, what do you think about pets?” A sly smile grew on Emma’s face as she saw where I was going with this. She agreed to my idea and we spent a few minutes talking about how she can train her over the upcoming weeks. Tonight though was about asserting her dominance over Selena. I told her to release Selena and take her into a free cell. I gave her a discrete ear piece, something I had been given for my training back in the day. With this I could watch the both of them through the CCTV and give pointers when needed.

       As I made myself comfortable on the sofa upstairs with a glass of wine, I was amazed at how good the quality of the CCTV was on the large flat screen. Delivered in high-definition colour I could see every emotion on either of their faces.

       “Okay. First things first, you want to restrain her again. Use the rope I left hanging from the eye hooks and tie her arms. You’ll then want to pull on the pulley system to raise her slightly. Make sure that she’s still able to tip-toe on the ground, you don’t want her holding all her weight on her arms. Not right now anyhow.” I talked quietly into the microphone and watched Emma carry out the instructions. Once she had successfully bound Selena I gave her a little free reign. Her first action was to insert a vibrator into Selena. The reaction was immediate as her body gave in to her lust. She had difficulty keeping her balance on tip-toe and I could see it was causing a little distress, though the vibrator was keeping her mind otherwise occupied. I watched as Emma approached her, fitted a ball gag and attached a couple of nipple clamps with some weights attached onto Selena’s already hard nipples. She let out a cry of pain but went along with it without moaning.

       “How does it feel Selena?” Emma asked mockingly.

       “It feels good” Her voice breathless.

       “It feels good what?”

       “It feels good Mistress” Selena answered without skipping a beat. She was a natural submissive. Emma really had picked out a true slave. Selena was born for this lifestyle. I found that Emma was doing really well dominating Selena and I didn’t need to give her many more pointers. I just sat back and enjoyed the show. I watched as she walked around Selena, hitting her with the cane, pulling on the nipple clamps and mocking her. As she was finishing off she let Selena loose and laid her down on the floor. Emma then continued to smother Selena with her sex until she reached climax. Once I saw that she was finishing up I put the kettle on to make a coffee for when Emma came up. I looked back at the monitor as she released Selena from the handcuffs and led her to the cage in the back of the cell. She kissed her on the head and locked her in before she headed upstairs.

       “How did I do?” She asked, taking a seat next to me.

       “You did brilliantly Sweetheart. You’re a true natural.” I said passing her the coffee. “How did you like it?”

       “It was good. I’ve been reading a lot on the internet and I think I now consider myself as a switch, rather than a submissive. The feelings I feel when I’m under your control are amazing and I wouldn’t want to lose those. However, I’ve found when I have dominated Karen recently and also earlier tonight with Selena that I enjoy the power I possess when dominating others.”

       “Good to hear. I did guess that you’d like the feeling. That’s why I let you dominate Karen. Speaking of dominating, it‘s been a while since I‘ve had a little fun with you”  I said with a smile as I held out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a leather whip. A smile grew on Emma’s face that mirrored mine and she held out her hands in a submissive gesture and the coffee was left to get cold. 

       I awoke on the sofa, snuggled up with Emma. It was another beautifully sunny day and there was plenty to do. The first on the agenda was to wake Lee up and get him ready. At ten-thirty a couple of men from the company turned up to collect him, or should I say her, for the surgery. Once she was back from surgery I would have to remember to start using her new name Candi so she could become accustomed to it. The company’s employees stopped for a coffee. I recognised them as the pair who had helped kidnap the twins almost a year ago. Trevor and Simon. It was a shame that with this job I never really had much of a chance to speak with my colleagues so moments like this, whilst rare were nice. The surgery however was due to happen within the next hour so we said our goodbyes. Before they left though, I made a point of grabbing their numbers. The few times I had seen them, I had always enjoyed their company. They were both already married with kids and were pleasant to speak to. When they had parted I found myself thinking about what I had said to Emma the previous night. It was time I think to pack in the job, or at least take some time out. I was due to be married to Emma, something I was looking forward to very much. Also, I had repaired my relationship with my Mother and my life was beginning to take shape. The Job at the company had left my finances in a very healthy state so none of us would have to work. My mind was set and I reached for the phone.

       “Hello Mr Smith”

       “Stacey. How wonderful it is to hear from you? How are the new recruits getting along? Everything is in order I guess?”

       “Yeah that’s all going great. I’m nearly finished. I wanted to talk about taking a break. You see Emma recently proposed to me, I’ve fixed my relationship with my Mother and I think it’s finally time to live my life.”

       “Congratulations. You’ve done so much good work for this company and of course you can take some time off. It’s a shame because the work you do for me is nothing short of brilliant however you deserve the time off. Give me a call whenever you want to take some new trainees and good luck with the wedding. I’ll be expecting my invite.” Mr Smith said with a laugh and we said goodbye. I woke Emma with a kiss and my heart warmed as I saw that smile of hers. Since today was going to be a busy day for the both of us we spent breakfast together chatting as we enjoyed our scrambled egg on toast. We covered what we going to do for the day and I suggested bringing Melissa into Emma’s session with Selena and Karen later. I also had to finish off Helen and Sarah’s training and tonight there was another bondage party downtown. Emma had been dying to go to another one after the last one we went to and her eyes lit up when I mentioned it.

       Before going to Melissa I checked in on Helen and Sarah. Both were happy for someone other than their own company since I hadn’t seen them for a bit. I asked how they were feeling and got the impression that they were beginning to adjust to their new life. I also noted how they both couldn’t hold their attention on the conversation and they seemed distracted. That drug was really having an effect. It had also been over a day since they had enjoyed their last fix of cum and I think that they both deserved to have some tonight. I told them about the party and how I would finish their training there. Tomorrow they will be sent to their new owners. As a reward for their progress I let them come with me as I picked up Melissa. They could enjoy their last day here outside their cell.

       Melissa was still asleep as I entered her cell. I woke her gently and passed her a latex maid outfit the owner had sent me when I first received this job. This was to be her uniform for the foreseeable future. She accepted it then turned as I pulled her arms behind her and dressed her with the arm binder. Once she was prepared I looked her over. The latex maid outfit hugged her skin tightly and every curve was defined. Her nipples, a little hard poked through the latex. The neck bracer was next and when that was put on, along with the high heels it gave her a very straight posture. Now she was fully dressed I fitted a new type of vibrator that I had received recently. It was a clit ring which worked wirelessly off of a remote. I pressed the button and watched Melissa’s reaction as the ring began to vibrate. I attached a dog’s lead to the neck brace and led her upstairs, out of her cell.

       Today, the plan was for Melissa to do the house chores, to give her some preparation for what her Owner wanted from her. There was one more accessory to complete Melissa’s outfit which I put on when we were upstairs. It was a mouth gag which had a black duster attached to it. Melissa eyed it with curiosity and I could see the degradation on her face as I fitted it. I watched with Helen and Sarah as she went around dusting my living room. It wasn’t too long before Melissa gave in to her first orgasm of the day. Helen and Sarah apparently found this a turn on and were soon all over each other. This was turning out to be quite the show.

Emma

       My Morning so far had been perfect. As I woke to Stacey’s kiss and I saw her face, I was rewarded with memories of the night before. Next I was treated to a very nice scrambled eggs on toast and some time with Stacey. We discussed our plans for the day and then talked briefly about what kind of wedding we wanted. We both agreed that we’d like it back in England and that it would take place outside. The time passed too quickly and I was soon longing for her company after she left to work on the slaves. First on my to do list for the day was to check on Selena. She was already awake when I got in the cell and I brought her two bowls. One filled with water and the second with tinned dog food. I picked the chicken flavour and even dared to taste a little out of curiosity before I had brought it down. The jelly like texture felt terrible and the taste was disgusting. I’d like to say I would learn from that mistake and not to give my curiosity free reign again but that was probably not going to be the case. I encourage Selena to eat without her hands and she went with it, giving in to her submissive side. It was hot to watch and I had to stop myself from just reaching down to play. When she had finished I excused myself saying I’d be back in a few minutes.

       Karen was awake and dressed in her gothic attire when I entered her room. She even had applied the make up and god damn she looked sexy. I told her about the party we were attending tonight and that I was thinking of booking in a little show with her on the stage and she said she looked forward to it. Under her fish net top I could see the scarification and piercings were healing well and that the effect they had were great. Her image was complete and I personally thought the look took a good ten, twenty years off of her age. I led Karen down to the basement, it was time for a little fun.

       Selena looked a little shocked at Karen’s appearance, I could see her mentally comparing it to when she had last seen Karen at her work. I let Selena out of her cage and started her pet training with the help of Karen. For hours I drilled into her the rules of her new life. She was always to be on all fours in the company of myself or Stacey unless instructed otherwise. She would not speak unless we told her to, instead she would bark. With her submissive nature she was turned on by this and she followed my instructions without objection. Now she had learnt the new life it was time to complete the appearance. First was the ‘tail’ which was a butt plug with a piece of fur attached to it. I had Karen insert the butt plug and watched as her hole stretched, resisting the intrusion until the widest part made it through and her hole enclosed around the bottom. On all fours she looked back and smiled at her new addition, wagging her behind to show her appreciation. Next was the collar. I had chosen a pink collar from Stacey’s collection and had Selena kneeling, her arms bent in front of her in the begging position as I put it on. I attached a lead and led her to Karen’s pierced clit and without needing to instruct her she went to work. I then positioned myself in front of Karen’s face and she willingly began lapping away at my clit. That piercing was an inspirational idea and it felt all too good as the cold metal made contact with my private parts. My own heavy breathing was matched by Karen’s and soon I collapsed to my knees as the waves of pleasure rolled through my body. It took me a minute to recover and when I had I thanked Karen, who was stroking Selena saying how much of a good girl she was.

       The afternoon was drawing to a close giving way to the evening and with that came the party. I found Stacey upstairs with her three trainees and when I joined them with Karen and Selena, Stacey announced it was time to get ready for the party and I couldn’t wait for this evenings festivities to begin.

Stacey’s Job - Part Six

Stacey

       “How much longer Ems?” I shouted up from the kitchen whilst struggling to fit into a tight new pair of high heels. The party was starting in just under an hour and the taxi was on its way. Emma shouted something hastily back though I couldn’t quite hear what she said. Giving up on the shoes I found an older pair and put those on. Whilst not quite as shiny they still had style. Right, now I was ready. Getting the slaves ready had taken longer than I had anticipated and now we were cutting it fine. I walked past Helen, Melissa and Sarah who I had left kneeling by the door to wait. Helen and Sarah I had dressed in matching school girl outfits, even going to the lengths to put their hair in pigtails. Their skirts barely measured a few inches and their shirts were unbuttoned half the way down and of course they weren’t wearing underwear. I quickly looked over them and smiled at my handiwork knowing there were going to be very few men at the party that would be able to resist them. Then there was Melissa. About an hour ago I had received the outfit that Melissa’s new owner intended for her to wear and I had to admit it looked very sexy. I may even order one of those for Emma to wear occasionally. She was adorned with a low cut, black latex dress which to be honest looked a little tight on her, though that may have been the owner’s intention.

       “Nearly ready Stacey” Emma announced as I entered the room, whilst making the finishing touches on my mother Karen. Selena was ready, kneeling by Emma’s side although she was wearing a hooded coat which covered everything and her head faced downwards. Emma noticed my curiosity and just smiled saying ‘You’ll see when we get there’. Ooh a surprise. I wondered if Emma had gone with my idea for turning Selina into her pet.

       “What do you think?” Stacey asked as she turned Karen, my mother to face me. I was blown away by the transformation Emma had produced. My mother was barely recognizable and truth be told she looked a lot younger. Her black hair framed her silky, smooth face which had been decorated with black shadow and a matching lipstick. She had also used blush on my mother’s face making it look paler, which only accentuated her Goth look further. Emma instructed Karen to stand and twirl to give me a better look at her new wardrobe. From bottom up she was wearing a black pair of high heels, which must have had at least a four inch heel. The outfit itself was very much a turn on. She wore a black mini skirt, roughly about the same size of that Helen and Sarah were wearing and a matching black bra covered by a fish net top which covered her arms. I applauded Emma’s work and watched as she finished off by attaching a chain to the ring in Karen’s nose and binding her arms behind her in a single sleeve. Carefully she led Karen downstairs with Selena following on her hands and knees crawling as we made our way out into the warm evening just as the cab made its way through the gates.

       When we arrived I paid the taxi driver with a little tip added, though I think the view in the back of his taxi would have been bonus enough. The venue looked very large from the outside and we made our way to the entrance, handing the bouncer our tickets. We were greeted by loud music as we entered the main stage room and found an empty table not too far from the stage. In the dimly lit room I could tell this was going to be a busy event, true the invitation said that it was Europe’s hottest BDSM event but I had been misled before. There was a collection of slaves and dominants I could see from where I sat. Sissy slaves, heavily modified slaves or just the plain old sex slave. I ordered drinks for myself and Emma from a waitress dressed similar to Melissa as we sat waiting for the show to begin. On the table was a list of events planned for tonight. We were to begin with a session from one of Europe’s top Mistresses and her slave followed by a Master and his slave. After they had ended there was a free roam hour allowing Mistresses and Masters to unleash their slaves upon the guests at the party. When people were once again settled it was Emma’s time to shine with her planned session with Karen and the party was to end with another free roam session, this time with the stage open and many other BDSM devices available for use. When we were settled, Emma took the coat she had covering Selena and I couldn’t help but stare in admiration at what Emma had done. It seemed she had taken my advice on turning Selena into her pet quite literally, the first thing that I noticed was the small ears and collar with a leash attached. Looking down I spotted a pair of small golden bells pierced into Selena’s nipples and then further down she had a small tale sticking out of her behind, which on closer inspection was a butt plug with a tail attached. I watched as Selena leaned into Emma’s hand as she was being stroked. Thinking my ears were playing tricks on me I could swear I heard Selena purring. 

       As more people made their way in I called Helen and Sarah closer. They looked identical, only the mother’s older looks giving the illusion away. I had grabbed a marker pen from the table which would be used later to vote for the favorite acts. Obediently both Helen and Sarah allowed their heads to be pulled closer as I wrote the words ‘Oral Pleasure Only, 5 Euros’, then in smaller writing, just above the cleavage; ‘All proceeds go to charity’. Noting the worried looks on their faces I then explained loudly over the music.

       “You are to go round and give oral pleasure to any who want it, male or female. Collect the money inside your skirt and bring it back to me afterwards. If anyone asks, the charity of my choice is Save the Children. Also remember, not a drop of cum is to be wasted. Off you go”

       Both Helen and Sarah couldn’t contain their excitement as they went off in search of their first customers. It had been quite some time since their last fix of cum and they were going to get their fair share tonight to sate the need.

       “Wow, both have someone already” Emma exclaimed, humored and I looked over to see Helen with an older man and then Sarah with a young lady. The young lady was looking around nervously and I was wondering if she was a sub to someone else. Both she and Sarah should hope they don’t get spotted by that owner or they’d both be punished.

       Eventually the music died down and the show began, I called Helen and Sarah back to the table to enjoy the show as well. They both had already collected 20 euros each and they gave it to me. Their pupils had grown in size as their need for cum had been fulfilled. Even now I could see them both licking their lips, grabbing every drop. When they had done that, they began licking each other’s body, picking up any that had dripped down.

I had my arm around Emma as we both enjoyed Europe’s top Mistress dominate her slaves. She had complete control and you could see the devotion from her slaves, one male, one female, as they completed the routine. When she had finished the audience erupted with applause. As the music began again a wider range of slaves walked between the tables offering services that their owner’s demanded. I sent Helen and Sarah out again and they jumped out from the table excitedly. Emma boasted that Selena had excellent body worshipping skills and instructed Selena to show it to me. I giggled in delight as Selena went under the table and started licking and massaging my feet, careful to go in between the toes and under the soles of my feet. I had to admit she was very good despite being so inexperienced. She was a natural submissive and Emma was going to have great fun molding her into the slave she wanted her to be.

“Can I be of service to you Madams?” I was distracted by the arrival of two female slaves who were tied back to back. They had written on the chest ‘Toilet Slaves’, the one facing me had ‘Piss’ written on her forehead and I guessed correctly as they span, the other had ‘Shit’ written on hers. I passed but Emma used the opportunity to relieve herself, using the ‘Piss’ slave she stood as the slave knelt and let a warm stream of piss flow down into the slaves mouth. The slave expertly swallowed the flow, careful not to let any drop. When Emma was done, the slave licked clean Emma’s pussy and then pulled out a tissue from a box held in between the two slave’s backs and dried.

“Thank you Madam” The slave said humbly. “Can you please take a moment to rate my service?” I looked as she pointed out to more words written on both of her legs. On the left it said ‘Satisfactory’ and the right, ‘Dissatisfactory’ and then tally marks, mostly under ‘Satisfactory’ to keep track of how she had done. Emma, without hesitation added another tally mark to ‘Satisfactory’ before dismissing the slaves.

“You’re right Emma. Selena is very good at this” I sighed with pleasure as Selena had moved up to my pussy and was expertly licking and kissing my lips and clit. There were many more slaves that passed our table before the next act. Some offered a sexy lap dance with a happy ending which both myself and Emma took advantage of. I had Melissa do the same for Selena as a thank you for the worship she did on me earlier. Other slaves included ones who were being punished who asked to be spanked, pinched or even had a basket full of pegs and wanted one attached per person.

The night went on and I was getting a little merry from the wine that kept coming. Emma was the same and it was great to see everyone was having fun. Melissa and Selena were still entertaining themselves; Karen was sitting quietly taking it all in but with a smile on her face. I noticed how she kept looking over at me and Emma when we shared intimate moments and how she couldn’t look happier. Emma and I enjoyed the time to talk and indulge each other’s company whilst Sarah and Helen eagerly went from person to person, happy with each intake of cum they had.

As the night went on, it was soon time to wish good luck to Emma and Karen as they went to prepare for her ten minute show. I was anxious to see how she would do as Emma hadn’t been on stage as a dominant before. The time came and as the music died down Helen and Sarah made their way back. They were both covered in cum but too exhausted and satisfied to worry about it for the moment. I gently tapped both of their shoulders to show my satisfaction of their jobs and was amazed to see they had raised a further 300 euros. Apparently some were so pleased they donated extra. As the audience lights dimmed and the stage lights illuminated the stage, I watched as Emma slowly led Karen out by a leash. Emma had gone for a tight black, matching bra and panties. Karen was still gothic, only the stage lights made her look even paler. The crown applauded the entrance and I heard the murmurs of appreciation as the audience took in Karen’s appearance. Emma confidently paraded her from one side of the stage to the other, having Karen swirl to show off her appearance. Once satisfied all had seen her, Emma led Karen back to the middle and had her bend over. I could see Karen struggle with her balance with the arm binder in place but she managed, just. That job became harder as Emma proceeded to cane her bottom and the back and front of her thighs. When Emma had finished with the caning she pulled a few small, metal weights off the floor and hung them off each of Karen’s piercings. Her face showed the pain as her nipples, pussy lips, clit and her tongue were pulled downwards. Emma put on a show for the crowd as she stroked each area tenderly teasing Karen. She then licked her face, her tongue and her nipples. To finish off the show, Emma had Karen down on her knees as she pleasured Emma with her pierced tongue whilst being whipped on her back and behind.

As Emma and Karen bowed, the audience applauded and cheered. It was great to see the support for Emma’s dominating debut. I couldn’t stop smiling as they both returned to the table and I kissed Emma passionately and tenderly hugged my mother. For the rest of the evening we enjoyed the other shows, drinking more wine. Emma even allowed my Mother and Selena to drink as she was happy with the reaction to her performance. Following suit, I let Melissa drink and every time Helen and Sarah came back I allowed them a glass of wine before setting them off again.

It had passed two in the morning when the show had ended and I had been thoroughly convinced of the show’s title of ‘Best in Europe’. The rest of the shows were well presented and at the end when the results were announce, Emma had been awarded second best show. The winner was Europe’s top Mistress, which was expected so Emma was in a delightful mood as we arrived back at my house. As it was the last night I invited everyone out into the garden and we celebrated the end of the evening. I felt the slaves needed it as it would be the last taste of fun like this that they’d experience for some time. Their new owners will be tough with them for the first few months but I hoped that with my training, the slaves pleased their owners enough to get the odd reward.

It was nearly five in the morning when I retired to bed. We had put Helen, Emma and Melissa into the same cell to sleep whilst Karen still had her own room upstairs. Yes she was a slave but she was still my Mother. Emma and hugged each other in our own bed and I heard Selena make herself comfortable as she was chained to the foot of our bed. It had been a great night, and I hoped that the rest of my life followed with the same amount of fun.

I woke with a slight hangover to the sound of a horn beeping. I looked out the window to see Trevor and Simon waiting outside their van Trevor noticed me looking out the window and waved up pleasantly. Slowly I put on a nightie; Selena who had awoken had got up onto her knees and lifted the blanket slightly. She then gently massaged Emma’s feet with her tongue and I heard Emma moan with pleasure as she woke from her slumber. I kissed her on the cheek and stated that I was going to see to Trevor and Simon as they collected the slaves. She muttered something unintelligible, a mix between the treatment from Selena and the result of the drinks from the night before.

“Rough night?” Trevor enquires with a smile as he looks me over. Simon just laughs.

“Where’s Lee, I mean Candi?” I was curious to see how he looked after the surgery.

      “Oh, the owner requested for some more work to be done so he’s still in surgery. Once he’s done he’ll be transported directly to the owner” Simon answered.

      “Oh Mr. Smith tells us you’re engaged. Congratulations.” I thanked them and led them down to the basement. I opened the cell door to find Melissa, Helen and Sarah all standing, waiting to leave. They were going to be great for their new owners. I wonder how many times both Trevor and Simon had seen the sight of slaves like this as they didn’t react at all to their naked, submissive appearance. They did treat each one of them gently as they guided them into the back of the van. Their professionalism was excellent and I even heard them encouraging the slaves when they took the seats at the front. I waved goodbye and rushed back inside. So, that was the last bunch of slaves I was going to train for some time. I knew deep inside that I was going to miss it and that I would come back here sometime in the future, as long as Emma was happy to.

Over the next month I began looking for a new place to live. I would keep this place as a holiday home but it was time to move back to England. Eventually I fell for a beautifully large cottage by the coast in south-west England. Emma agreed that it looked fantastic and we both went to visit it, along with Karen and Selena. Before we left however Selena had told her parents that she had fallen for a woman. As predicted, her parents didn’t react well and near enough disowned her. Emma comforted her and invited her to join us in England and Selena agreed.

Going through the Airport security, Karen received many looks from the passengers and staff in her gothic attire, the metal detector had a field day with her piercings and I giggled to myself as she was taken to a private room to be searched.

The flight arrived in England early on a Friday morning. It was early July and the sun was shining. I know, surprising right. The sun shining in England, who’d have thought. A taxi picked us up and dropped us off outside the cottage. It was even better than the pictures. There were no houses within 50 meters which was great for privacy, not to mention the big wooden fences surrounding the back of the property. The white stone wall of the cottage was decorated with ivy and hanging plants and was kept tidy. Inside, the living room was large with a log fireplace with a window looking out to the sea. The kitchen was large and had a big dining table. Upstairs there was a master bedroom with en-suite bathrooms which impressed Emma with its furnishings and décor, two other bedrooms, also with en-suites and a very modern design bathroom, with a very large bath dominating the center of the room. There was also downstairs, a very large basement. This would be perfect for our ‘other’ activities.

We agreed to buy the property and rented a place at a local pub/bed and breakfast whilst the paperwork was being sorted. Here we got to meet a few of the locals, whilst mostly elderly; there were a couple of young adults around. During our stay at the pub we were welcomed by everyone who inhabited the small village. It was a close knit community and whilst people cared for each other, there wasn’t much interest in each other’s private lives.

After a couple of nights stay, the paperwork finally arrived and we moved in. Without further ado, we sent Karen and Selena to unpack the stuff whilst Emma and I ‘christened’ the bed upstairs. Emma laid me down on my back and gently licked nipples, in time to the soothing waves outside. It was so serene, so relaxing and I closed my eyes as her tongue entered my sex. I stopped for a second and invited Emma to turn around so that we were in the ‘69’ position. This was such a perfect moment, she deserved to enjoy the moment as well. Tenderly and passionately we pleasured each other to the best of our ability. We agreed to climax together and I could see Emma’s body shake as she held her orgasm, waiting for mine as she doubled her efforts with her tongue. The feeling built inside and eventually took over my body causing it to shake as the orgasm cursed through my body. Emma’s reactions echoed mine and she collapsed onto me and we held each other enjoying the moment.

It was a quiet couple of weeks as we got used to the village and settled ourselves into the house but the bondage soon began once again. It was another sunny afternoon and Emma and I were sitting out on deck chairs in the garden. Selena had been fitted with a new collar, her butt plug tail was changed to a larger size and an inflatable butt plug so that it could be used for training. She was on her hands and knees collecting a rubber toy I had thrown. Karen had asked for some pain training and I watched as Emma complied. Like with the show, Emma had put some weights on the piercings on Karen’s pussy lips. This time though there were more weights and you could see how badly they stretched her lips. I think the idea was for a permanent stretching as Emma went into the closest city the other day to pick up some more toys. One of them was used on her nipples right now. Emma had removed the piercings from Karen’s nipples and had placed a small bar through them. That bar was pushed forward by a metal stand that stood on Karen’s breasts, pushing the bar out, stretching her nipples. All in all it was another great relaxing afternoon. I could tell Emma needed it as she needed a break from planning the wedding. Over the last week she had been making phone calls, setting up a location, a time and so on. I offered to help but she denied me saying she wanted to do this all herself. It was her gift to me.

As the wedding drew nearer I decided to head into the City with my mother to choose my dress. The look on the young assistant’s face was priceless as she took in my mother’s gothic appearance. I also noted the slight look of lust in her eyes, perhaps I may take advantage of that later. I wondered what Emma thought of a third slave. I spent the afternoon trying on dresses, letting my mother say how beautiful I was in every dress. After trying on what seemed to be hundreds, I found the one. I was never good in fashion or such but this fit perfectly. It was called an Elizabeth Wedding Dress and it hugged my figure and legs tightly, none of that bulky stuff going on at the bottom. The white fabric was embroidered with crystals and beads. I almost looked angelic in the dress. Seeing my reflection in the mirror it dawned on me that I was marrying the one I truly loved. A tear caught in my eye and I noticed my mum was struggling to contain her tears as well. She hugged me, careful not to get her black mascara on the dress and I said to the assistant that this was the one. We paid in full and to thank the assistant, I offered my mother’s services as a tip. Immediately she shied away but I kept at it, tempting her and eventually she gave in. Karen promptly went behind the desk and unbuttoned her skirt. I watched the assistant look around nervously then her eyes close with pleasure as my mother’s piercing worked its magic. Careful not to cause the assistant to open her eyes, I pulled out my mobile and took a couple of photos and then recorded a small video clip. Emma had my Mother and Selena. This assistant, Alexis, was mine. As she neared orgasm, I pulled my mother away and laughed at the desperate look on her face. She noted the phone in my hand but her need to climax was too much. She saw me recording but she couldn’t help but finish herself off. She held onto the desk as she climaxed and looked right into the camera as she did.

“I’ll be in touch” I mocked as I left with my Mother. Yes, Alexis was going to be fun. When I arrived home I showed the pictures to Emma who was thrilled that I was going to get another slave. She said she was going to give me Selena since I didn’t have one but I refused saying that Selena was great with her.

Emma still had some planning for the wedding to do so I left her to it. Karen and Selena were with her to help. With the rest of my afternoon free, I called the wedding dress shop. Calmly I blackmailed Alexis into coming out to my cottage this evening. She was reluctant at first, even with me threatening to make the videos public to her employers and the city’s newspapers. She had a strong will and was willing to fight it and I think it was only when I said that what I offered her would be tough but it could be very rewarding as well, that she agreed to come. The idea of a challenge to her meant more than her own public image, interesting.

Alexis arrived promptly, fire in her eyes as they met mine. Her long black hair was let down now she was out of work and she wore a casual t-shirt and jeans. I invited her in and showed her the video. She kept her emotions hidden well, it was almost impossible for me to read. Almost. I have been reading people for a very long time and there were a few things that gave it away. The way she subtly stroked her knee, the glint in her eyes. She was excited.

       “So, what am I here for” Alexis asked stubbornly, hoping to intimidate me with her stance and tone. Luckily for me, I wasn’t so easily intimidated. I matched her stance and I matched her tone but added a little more aggression as I answered.

       “I want you as my slave. Simple. It will be tough, painful and even humiliating for you but I can guarantee for someone with a sex drive like yours, you’d find it plenty rewarding.”

       “And what if I say no? You’re going to blackmail me with that video? Go ahead” It was a brave front but that’s all it was. Having that sort of video go around would be hell for her, just ask any celebrity who’d been caught in a sex tape.

       I took a step towards her and looked her over. Her brave demeanor was slipping and she didn’t know where to look as I lifted her hair, traced my hand across the side of her neck. Her breathing deepened as she began to feel the pleasure from my touch. Bringing my lips close to her neck, my warm breath brushed her neck and I heard her sigh. Leaning closer to her neck, I whispered.

       “You don’t really want that, do you?” I asked and she nervously nodded her head to agree. She wore a dress with a zip at the back and she jumped as I reached behind to unzip it, my lips still close to her neck. She was about to step away when I said sternly for her to stay still. I had to play this carefully, I only had this much control at the moment since she didn’t expect my offensive approach, she was still in shock. Alexis had a lot of fight in her and when she found that strength again there wouldn’t be much I could do. I needed to get her bound, and quick.

       I pulled Alexis’s t-shirt over her head, exposing her ample breasts supported by a cotton bra. Her breathing was still heavy as I started to massage her breasts in my hands, my lips kissing her neck. As her breathing grew even louder I instantly stopped, pulled out a pair of handcuffs from my pocket and cuffed her hands behind her back. In that instant she was still aroused but that spark in her eye returned. She tugged at the cuffs but soon realized that was to no avail. Next I pulled out a ball gag, her eyes showed her confusion followed by her terror as she realized what its use was. She turned her head away from me and kept her mouth shut. This was easily dealt with by me tugging her head back by her hair and holding her nose. Her mouth gave in to the need for oxygen and when she opened it I let go of the nose and shoved in the ball gag. I then led her down to the basement, put a collar around her neck and chained her to a post. Emma had a pet; maybe I should have my own also. Satisfied that she was secure I pulled out a new vibrator I had recently brought. It was designed to be programed and I had set it to turn on at a low setting for a few minutes to arouse and then turn off to frustrate. This would go on all day for her and I imagine come the morning she would do pretty much anything for an orgasm. I ignored her final effort to kick me and the profanities muffled by the ball gag then left her to go back upstairs.

       Since we’d not long ago moved in, I hadn’t had time to set up a proper dungeon downstairs, or a CCTV set so I could watch Alexis as she realized how much trouble she was in. This meant I was going in blind, and to be honest, that sounded like fun. Deciding to leave Alexis with her own thoughts and frustration for a little while longer, I checked in on Emma, Selena and Karen. They were all busy on the phone, making arrangements and I was shooed out of the room before I could see anything from the computer screen Emma was using to research locations. Damn, I hate surprises. Sulking a little, I unpacked a box from the garage simply labeled ‘Work Stuff’, although this wasn’t your standard office worker’s belongings. I browsed the contents and pulled out a whip, a collar, a leash, some bulldog clips, a programmable vibrator and some elastic bands. Smiling to myself I went down into the basement to confront Alexis. She was dry humping the air as I walked in, desperate for an orgasm that never came. She’d been in here for a few hours now and the look in her eyes showed her desperation, there was only one thing on her mind at the moment. Walking up to her I removed the ball gag and turned the vibrator off.

       “Please…..let me cum?”

       “Not just yet, I think I’ll have a little fun first”

       “What do you want with me?” Alexis couldn’t keep the fear out of her voice, once I had removed the ball gag.

       “I told you, I want you as my slave. I know you have some fight in you and I admire that, but that will soon be pointless. I saw how aroused my partner’s slave made you. If you behave, you’ll find that you’ll soon learn to enjoy your new life here. If you don’t behave, things will be much harder and painful for you. If you end up not being worth my time, I will send you back broken and the video will be made public. You’ll be back into your own life, feeling like you don’t belong and needing more, not to mention how much people talking behind your back that you’d have to endure. Understand?”

       At first Alexis didn’t respond. She just glared at me, her eyes portraying all the hate she could muster. I slapped her twice on each cheek and she screamed, shocked.

       “I asked you a question Bitch” I angrily stated and she nodded yes reluctantly. This was going to take a moth at most to break her full, which was great, I needed something to pass the time whilst Emma arranged the wedding. I spent the next half hour teasing and torturing Alexis. I licked her nipples to erection, then pinched and twisted them harshly. Massaged her clit with my fingers and then stopped as she got close to climax. Whipped her, pulled her hair and spat on her. When I was done she looked exhausted. She needed to orgasm after the constant teasing, but I wasn’t ready to reward her yet. I pulled off my panties and shoved them under her nose, forcing her to inhale my scent of arousal. When she wasn’t expecting I pushed the panties into her mouth and placed the ball gag in straight after. It was then time for the elastic bands. I placed a couple over her head. One just under the nose so that it pulled the nose up; a bit like a pig. Another just over the eyes and ears so that it distorted the face. I then placed the others around her body and her breasts so that her arms were bound by her side and the last one was placed inside her pussy so that it pulled up like a wedgie. I then placed the vibrator inside her pussy and held it in place with the elastic band. It was set to the same program as earlier, to frustrate. I spent the next five minutes flicking the elastic bands against her skin until it was red and her sobbing grew louder. When I was finished, I bound her tightly to the post so that she could barely move,

       “Right. I think I’m going to leave you like this for another hour or two. Perhaps then you’d more cooperative next time I speak to you.” I smiled as she pleaded into her gag but then just left to go back upstairs. Emma had done all the planning she could and we spent the evening cuddling on the sofa watching a rom-com. Just before we went to bed I brought Emma down to see Alexis. Alexis went still as she heard company and her body shivered as Emma explored her toned body.

       “You’re too cruel” She joked as she flicked a couple of elastic bands that had left the skin sore and a deep red.

       “What, I wasn’t going to leave her like that all night” I laughed and cut them off, earning a sigh of relief from Alexis.

       “I wasn’t going to leave them on all night, the vibrator on the other hand can stay” I said as I bound Alexis’s hands behind her and left her gagged as Emma and I headed to the bedroom with Emma.

       We spent a little time talking about how the plans were going, I tried to trick some details from her but she was giving nothing away. After another hour of talking we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

       Over the next few months I saw less and less of Emma as she went out and about arranging things for the wedding. The times we did spend together were incredible though. There was a day a few weeks back where she took me shopping in the city. That was a great day. As I’d not had much to do I had begun getting the work done for a dungeon in the basement. Whilst it wasn’t as elaborate as the one in Spain, I did have a couple of holding rooms and a larger play area fitted with a St Andrew’s Cross, A selection of whipping/spanking implements and eye hooks fitted in the ceiling and floor to suspend and bind people to. The first night after the work had been finished I had Emma bound to that cross for a few hours. I gently teased her with my touch, again trying to get some information about the wedding from her but she kept strong. It was the first time I’d had her as a submissive for some time and whilst I found it harder to dominate the person I loved rather than a random slave, it was something she still wanted.

       Alexis had also impressed me over the last few months. That first night where she had been tied and tormented all night had broken her a lot more than I thought it would. Yes she still had a bit of a fight but she was a pleasure whore. She began to learn that obeying led to a greater chance of her being pleasured. I may have to tease her a little, take away that chance by keeping her in some form of chastity maybe and it was that what I was doing today. I had taken Alexis with me into the city to pick up a few things. The first stop was the huge pet megastore. I led Alexis up to the collars to begin with. She stepped back in shock as I went to try one out on her neck but stepped back in, her head bowed submissively when she noted the expression on my face. I tried a couple of collars on her and settled on a black collar which fitted snugly. Attaching a chain lead, I led her further round the store. I looked in the eyes of the people we passed, daring them to make a snide comment or to have a moan. None of them did, all sharing the same shocked expression then diverting their eyes elsewhere. There was however a couple of younger, geeky men who started following us taking pictures. Alexis was becoming increasingly uneasy and although she tried to keep her head down and follow me she couldn’t help but look around at the people staring at her occasionally and a tear formed on her face.

       “Stop here for a second. We’re going to get rid of these people following us but you’re going to have to follow my instructions without argument.”

       A simple nod showed that she agreed and I called the boys closer. I allowed each of them to touch her breasts and her pussy and to take a photo each then warned them to go away. I think they were all happy enough with the story they had of their day to stop bothering us and they let us be. We carried on walking around and I picked up a ‘build it yourself’ pet cage, and a couple of bowls for food and water. I led Alexis to the checkout and watched as her face blushed red as she felt everyone’s eyes upon her. She’d have to get used to this, I’ve never really had a public slave and I’ve always enjoyed putting people in these sort of positions.

       “Hey I know you, its Stacey isn’t it?” The young checkout assistant said nervously, although I saw a glint of admiration in her eyes.

       “Yes, do I know you?” I asked curiously.

       “You don’t but I’ve seen you at a couple of live bondage shows. I’ve been interested in the lifestyle for a long time. I’m a Switch, though I tend to lean more towards domination. You’re shows have always been a great turn on for me, do you live around here now? Oh and is this a new slave?” Her eyes lit up as she eyed Alexis up and down. I was impressed by her, she had something about her that made me think she’d make a great dominatrix someday. I left her a card with my details and told her to get in touch so we could talk as I paid. On the way out I spotted a machine which engraved pet tags for owners. I led Alexis over to the machine and instructed her to type her name and then ‘Owned by Stacey’ underneath. We waited a few minutes for the machine to do its work and then the little coin shaped tag dropped down. I picked it up and attached it to Alexis’s collar, knowing everyone was looking. Ignoring them all, I tugged on her leash and led her out of the store.

       If we made a scene in the pet store with Alexis being on the leash, the reaction outside in the town was a hundred times worse. People parted as I led Alexis who was on her hands and knees crawling through the town center. Some people were recording it, their faces lit in appreciation as their arousal got the better of them. By the time we reached the adult shop, we had a little following of a few young men and women. They followed us into the empty shop. The owner looked shocked to have so many people in at once. I told Alexis to stand and hold the basket as we went shopping for accessories. The first on the shopping list was a chastity belt, I couldn’t leave Alexis bound all the time I wasn’t around to stop her from playing with herself. I’d also seen some new ones advertised which had the ability to be programmed to give pleasure or give a small electric shock. I let Alexis read the box, watching her eyes widen in shock. She went to put the box back but a slap to the cheek stopped that. It also earned a cheer from the small crowd I had watching. Alexis’s cheeks heated in shame and she reluctantly put the box in the basket. Other items on the shopping list included an inflatable butt plug with tail attached, a ring gag, an inflatable dildo gag with dildos on both sides designed to gag and give pleasure to me if I was to say sit on her face and a nose hook. After we paid, I put on a little show for the crowd. Making Alexis wear try out the butt plug in front of them, letting a young woman in the crowd inflate it. I then placed on the nose hook and the ring gag on before removing the butt plug and locking on the chastity belt. With the remote I set it to vibrate at a low setting causing a low murmur of appreciation from Alexis. I had her crawl round the store, the crowd following her all the way round as I pressed the shock button at small intervals. After a few laps, I thanked the audience and got a few phone numbers from people who were now interested in the lifestyle and wanted to know more.

       Once we left the adult shop there was only one more place to visit. Alexis needed a few piercings. I paid for her to have a piercing on her tongue, a ring through the middle of her nose, a ring on each nipple with bells attached (they had looked so adorable on Selena at the BDSM event) and a clit hood. The clit hood, if done properly would even further reduce the stimulation felt and make her a true pleasure slave. It took just over an hour and a half for the man to do his job and I thanked him as we left. Alexis was shattered both physically and mentally and after today I think she deserved to see if she was able to achieve an orgasm with the clit hood in place. I led her back to the adult shop, texting a few of the crowd who there earlier if they wanted, there was one more show for them. We met a few of them there and there were a couple of others in the shop. Removing her chastity belt I instructed Alexis to go on all fours and play with herself until orgasm. Since it had been a while and she had endured a lot of tormenting over the last day or two she eagerly got down and complied. Oblivious to the small crowd cheering her on. With the nose hook pulling her nose back she looked a little like a pig, the sweat forming on her face as she furiously played with herself. With the clit hood on she was forced to work harder for the orgasm, she was lucky the area was still a little sensitive after the piercing otherwise this would be even harder, if not impossible. To help her along, I slapped her face and breasts, the bells ringing in the assault. After what seemed like ages Alexis’s body collapsed as the orgasm violently shook through her body. I gently kissed her forehead before placing the chastity belt back on and leading her out of the shop, thanking the crowd and the shop owner on the way out.

       It was now a week away from the wedding. The time had flown as Emma made sure I always had something to do to keep me off her back about the wedding. When I wasn’t spending time with her at the cinema, a romantic meal in or dominating her she had me spending time with my mother, letting me look after Selena as she delved further into her pet lifestyle or training Alexis further. Alexis was nearly completely broken. She hadn’t had an orgasm in over a month now and the frustration this caused her was obvious. The desperation was clear on her face at all times and she showed signs that a drug addict would when clean. I decided I would let her cum once a month unless she misbehaved and I made her work for it. With the clit hood fully covering her clitoris she really struggled to achieve the orgasm every time, it was entertaining watching the pure determination on her face as she desperately tried for that orgasm. Emma did finally reveal one thing about the wedding to me. Since I didn’t have a father to lead me down the aisle, I was going to have Selena and Alexis coming down with me. She didn’t reveal much more than that, other than it was outside and that I was going to be staying at the bed and breakfast with my mother the night before the wedding and then picked up the morning of the wedding and taken to the location. I didn’t dare to argue with her after the amount of time she had spent planning this and I was truly grateful with everything she had done. So it was now I found myself, nervous as hell with my mother at the bed and breakfast the eve of my wedding day. The dress was hanging on the door and I was surprised not to see a bridesmaid dress for my mother though she was tight lipped about it.

       “You know Stacey. I’m very proud of you and the woman you’ve become” my mother said as I paced around the room.

       “You are such a strong woman. It could have been a very different path you took after what you had to endure as a child. I’m sorry I didn’t support you then and I just want you to know I’m going to be here for you for as long as you want me. Both you and Emma.”

       “Thank you” I said with a tear in my eye, embracing my mother. What she said eased my nerves a little and I was able to drift off to sleep, excited of the day ahead of me.

       The stretched limo arrived at ten in the morning sharp. In my dress I made my way downstairs and thanked the owner of the bed and breakfast as they wished me a good day. My mother sat at the back with me but we barely spoke more than small sentences, both too excited and nervous.

       The limo dropped us off outside what looked like a very big manor house. As we were led through the interior looked like it came from the 1900s all immaculate. I was led to the back of the house which I could see led to a huge garden on a cliff which overlooked the sea. It was beautiful and I could see more people outside than I thought would be here although I couldn’t see who they were from in here. My mother kissed me on the cheek and then went outside to take a seat. I was told to wait until the wedding march started. When the music did start, I took a deep breath and walked outside.

       As soon as I stepped outside I saw Alexis and Selena crawl either side on me wearing their collars and their ‘tails’. As I slowly walked forward in time to the music they crawled either side of me at the same pace. Now I was closer to the chairs I could see some of the guests. First on my left I saw Helen and Sarah with their mistress, both of them with a small bottle of what looked like cum to keep their addiction at bay so they could enjoy the event, sitting with them was their mistress who mouthed the words ‘thank you’ as I walked past. I smiled then looked to my right to be met by further familiar faces. Trevor and Simon looked at me with a huge smile on their face, I smiled backwards and could have sworn I saw a tear in Trevor’s eye, something I thought I’d never see from the burly pick-up and delivery man. In front of them was Tricia and Jennifer Johnson, Jennifer was fully naked, one hand playing with herself, the other stroking her sister Tricia who purred in appreciation. On the other side, sitting next to my mother was Natasha and Louise with their mistress and master. Louise was sucking her thumb wearing a diaper and her face lit up in excitement as she saw me and she raised her arms for a cuddle, she got a little upset when her mistress told her off. Natasha was painted as a cow would look, white all over her body with black splotches. She had a ring in the middle of her nose and her breasts had grown hugely in size, I’m guessing with all the milk she was now producing. In front of them was Melissa and Lee, well Candi as he/she was now known. I hadn’t seen Candi since after the operation and I was amazed with the transformation, I barely recognized him. In fact it was hard to tell she was a he in the first place. Lastly, right at the front sitting next to my mother was Mr Smith, he smiled proudly at me and saluted me as I got closer. I saluted back and then turned to face Emma.

       Emma was fully naked apart from a collar and a leash she held out to me. As I neared she handed me the leash and went down onto all fours and kissed my feet. The Registrar then began.

       “We are here today to witness the union of Stacey and Emma. All sit.”

I locked eyes with Emma as the Registrar went through the motions. Until it came to the time for vows. This was the one thing that Emma allowed me to do myself and I looked around before I started.

       “I Stacey, promise to love and look after you for my whole life. I will share my possessions, my wealth and it will be ours. I promise to love you the way I did when I first met you all those years ago and I promise to love you in fifty years’ time. I love you with all my heart Emma. I do”

       I saw a tear form in Emma’s eye as she smiled and raised herself onto her two feet, still letting me hold the leash.

       “I Emma, will love and obey you, no matter what you ask. You are my superior, my partner any my one true love. I give you this leash for you to lead me through life and I will follow. I love you and always have Stacey. I do”

       My eyes met her and I had a tear myself fall down my cheek. I don’t think I’d ever experienced a more perfect moment than this as the registrar announced us partners. I lifted Emma’s chin as I kissed her and the guests cheered as I led her by leash back inside the hotel with Selena and Alexis crawling behind us.

       During the meal I thanked Emma for everything. She said it was the least she could do since I rescued her and she still thanked God for the day she found me once again.

       “If you enjoyed the ceremony, you’ll love the party tonight” Emma said with a wink.

       After everyone had finished dinner the music started and the party began. We were first treated by a performance from each set of slaves, Melissa fucking Lee with a dildo, Natasha being whipped and milked by her mistress, Jennifer leading Tricia by leash in a joint performance with Selena and Alexis. After the shows we had our first dance and the others joined in shortly afterwards. Mr. Smith took over from Emma and led me whilst my mother led Emma.

       “Congratulations Stacey. I’m guessing this means I’ve lost my best employee” Mr. Smith said jokingly.

       “For a while yes, although you never know” I said with a wink and his face lit up reading between the lines.

       “I want to thank you for everything Stacey and I wish you and Emma all the best” He said earnestly and he kissed me on the forehead.

       As I went to get a drink I had every slave I once taught thank me, well the ones that could still talk. Louise reached out for me with a bottle in her hand and a dummy in her mouth and I gave her a hug. Tricia crawled and rubbed her body against my leg as I reached down and stroked her. Even those that couldn’t talk wanted to say thank you.

       We partied as the evening when on and finally Emma announced we were leaving. I questioned where to and she just smiled, she just handed me my passport saying I was going to be needing it.

       “What about the slaves?” I asked.

       “Karen will be looking after them. I have given her permission to be in charge of them whilst we are away for a couple of weeks. I love you Stacey.”

       “I love you too” I said as we got into the stretched limo that just arrived. Using the remote to close off the window so the driver couldn’t see us, I turned to Emma and pounced. For once, I think I could truly say I was finally happy and my future was looking great.

The End.

Authors Note:

Thank you to everyone who has read this for their feedback and their patience. I am happy to have finally got round to finishing this story and I couldn’t of done it without the feedback some of you gave me and the messages requesting more and asking when I was going to get on with it.

I know the feedback system on the site is broken so please e-mail me on king_tiesto@hotmail.co.uk with feedback and any questions you have.

I will carry on with Cumpires and Intoxicated as soon as I can and there is another story on the way called ‘Becoming Candy’ which is with a male slave and female dome.

Thank you again for all your support and I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I did writing it.