The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 17

When I saw pang emerge from the American Airlines gate at Logan, I knew I had made a wise investment. In the flesh she was even more beautiful than her photo. she has a natural grace that's just exquisite, and she's so shy by nature that it's hard for her not to keep her eyes lowered. I knew right away she'd be easy to train. I also realized why that ass Peter couldn't resist buying her. How fortunate he offered her to me when his ill considered stock portfolio went sour, and didn't simply unload her to the highest bidder from the third world sex industry.

Unlike Peter, I'm strongly opposed to forcing myself on unwilling females. He makes little distinction between voluntary and involuntary servitude, but I do. I wanted pang as a willing slave, deliberately yielding possession of her body and self to a loving but strong Master. She had signed an agreement that amounted to de facto slavery, but mainly because of coercion from her family. They had turned her into chattel for their financial purposes and she had agreed to it out of a strong sense of family duty. But the time would come when pang would be able to understand and speak English; if by then she had not come wholly to understand and accept her place as my slave, she could be trouble. she would learn that in this part of the world slavery is not a sub rosa tradition, involuntary sexual services are considered rape, and law enforcement is not in league with either slave holders or rapists.

In other words, I could not just order the girl into my bed and fuck her. Nor could I apply harsh discipline on a whim. she had to be groomed into wanting these things, asking for them. I wanted no ambiguity on those points.

It was anna's job to ease pang into an appreciation of life as my slave. I explained to anna that I wanted pang to embrace her slavery in this household as enthusiastically as anna did herself. The first step was toward turning anna into an effective teacher was to reassure her that pang was not a potential replacement for her, or even competition. Rather, she was a helpmate, a companion, a colleague. I told anna over and over that she is number one in my heart and will remain so. It will be easy to fall in love with pang, but despite the nonsensical teachings of our culture, humans are easily able to love more than one person at a time. However, anna will continue to hold first place in my heart no matter how many slaves I eventually add to our household and come to love. To drive that point home, I indulged in a prolonged session of lovemaking with anna on the bed while pang watched from her pallette on the floor beside us.

anna turned out to be an extraordinary teacher. Within a few days pang became accustomed to being naked around the house, including the dog collar locked around her neck and the leather cuffs locked to her wrists and ankles. she quickly picked up on the more obvious rules, like not using the furniture without permission. She was there at the door kneeling beside anna when I arrived home, offering me the martini and her leash, while anna offered the whip and a newspaper. she learned how to assume the various positions on command and help anna serve me my dinner and breakfast before taking her place on the floor to lap food and water out of her bowls.

I deliberately refrained from sexual contact with her. In good time she would ask for it.

We set up a schedule of schooling for her to learn English. anna taught her for an hour and a half in the morning and another hour in the afternoon. pang would then spend a half hour in the evening showing me what she had learned that day. she was a very quick study, probably because she hated being isolated in a world of gibberish.

anna had always kept a log book in which she entered her daily shortcomings, confessed them orally to me in the living room after-dinner and accepted punishment for them in the dungeon later in the evening. Now she set up a separate log book for pang and whenever pang broke the rules or failed to obey her, she found a way to point out her transgression and made a show of entering it in the book. As she reported each misdemeanor to me during the debriefing session, she pointed it out on the page to pang as well. Then I would pass sentence in terms of the number of whip strokes she would receive for each, holding up an equal number of fingers for pang to count.

In the dungeon I would repeat the same process to make sure she made the connection between her error and the punishment. anna always took her punishment first while pang knelt nearby and watched. anna would hand me the flogger (the one with the multiple soft leather tails), clip her own wrist cuffs together and attach them to a hook at the end of a rope which ran through a pulley overhead. I would then pull her arms straight up, intone her offense (pointing it out in the book for pang's benefit) and wait as anna asked me formally to inflict the sentence I had pronounced upstairs. The flogger smacked her naked flesh with enough sting to make her flinch and redden the skin. After going through her list of offenses in this way, she would kiss the whip and thank me for her punishment.

Then it was pang's turn. Same routine. She would attach her own restraints and I would announce each infraction, pointing to the log entry. At the end of her flogging, her skin tingling and red, she would kiss the shaft of the whip and thank me as anna had taught her to do. When she was released from her restraints, we all hugged each other and exchanged kisses, then retired to my bedroom where pang took her place on the palette and anna joined me in the bed. Both females were chained in place for the night, but the difference in their status was abundantly clear.

It was evident to both anna and me that pang had begun to enjoy these sessions in the dungeon. By the second week I had started to vary the means of restraint to keep it interesting. I might tie them over a barrel, or strap them to the St. Andrews Cross, or just have them bend over and hold their ankles. Once I lashed them together, breast to breast, and flogged them alternately. I introduced other instruments of punishment: the belt, the single tail, the rubber hose, the cane. But the strokes remained soft and erotic, stinging them, making them gasp and squirm, but not really hurting them.

Inevitably, this leniency led pang into teenage overconfidence (as I knew it would) and she decided to test the boundaries of our tolerance. That's when she made her first serious transgression. It was a critical moment and it marked the turning point for her life as a dedicated slave.

 

anna's journal, July 18

Well! princess pang finally got her comeuppance, her first dose of real punishment. Master and i have been pussyfooting around her up till now, punishing her with love taps, then getting all kissy and huggy to let her know she's loved. Master was convinced that by guiding her slowly into bdsm she'd come to find happiness in life as a submissive. Like me! So she's been getting away with a lot of shit! Moaning and rolling her eyes when i make her do household chores instead of watching TV, or when i make her sit on the floor instead of the furniture (especially at lunchtime — she hates to sit on the kitchen floor when we could be sitting at the table), or when she forgets and enters a room Master is in without asking permission. But all she's ever gotten for punishment has been a tender little whipping with the soft-tailed flogger, which she actually enjoys as much as i do. What kind of "punishment" is that? Master flogs me like that just to get me hot!

But she finally went too far. Master loves Brussels sprouts and i had prepared some for him, nicely buttered, sprinkled with lemon and arrayed around a juicy T-bone steak. But when pang saw them in her bowl on the floor, she wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "You must eat what you are given, pang," i told her, "whether you like it or not." she probably didn't understand all that i said, but she's learned enough English by now to know what "must" and "eat" mean. she just frowned at the sprouts for a moment and shook her head again.

Master was now watching to see how i would handle the situation with my submissive, so i pointed sternly at the bowl and said, "EAT!"

Then, to my horror, pang shoved the bowl away and shouted back, "NO!"

"Bring me her book!" Master said, glaring at her.

i recognized the menace in His tone of voice, so i moved quickly to where i keep her log book in the secretary's desk and brought it to Him. As much as i wanted to gloat, i kept my face straight; she was going to get it now! Master made a show of writing in the book, then gesturing to the bowl and to pang.

"For that disrespectful show of disobedience, pang, you will be severely punished! anna, cuff her hands behind her and stand her over there in the corner. she will remain there until we are finished. And I don't want to see her face."

pang still looked defiant (why would she fear another erotic flogging?) but didn't resist as i padlocked her leather cuffs together behind her back and led her to the far corner of the room. she remained there quietly facing the wall as Master and i finished our dinner. she was still there as i cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, her head drooping as Master sat and glared at her. i think she had begun to feel trepidation; this was not building to just another playful flogging.

When my chores were finished, i followed Master down to the dungeon pulling pang along on a leash, her wrists still locked behind her back. Master had lowered a hook from a rope running through a pulley in the ceiling grid. He attached it to her cuffs and pulled her arms up as high as they would go behind her, forcing her to bend over so that her rump was nicely presented for the coming punishment. He kicked her feet apart and handed me a spreader bar, ordering me to connect her ankle cuffs to the bar. Next he forced a thick Lucite bar into her mouth as a bit gag and cinched it tightly in place with leather thongs. He took down from the wall rack a large metal hook with a rounded point and a rope attached to the other end. He squirted some oil on the point of the hook and without warning rammed it into pang's exposed asshole, making her hop and grunt. The rope He quickly threaded under the thong harness for her gag, pulling it taut so that her head was pulled up and her back was deeply arched. By now she was whimpering in extreme discomfort, but Master wasn't finished preparing her. He had ordered me to bring him two of the most savage nipple clamps in his collection which he promptly attached to the points of her ripe young breasts, converting her whimpers to squeals of pain. He then used fishing cord to connect the clamps to her big toes. This ensured that any movement she might make in any direction to relieve her growing discomfort would only result in redoubled pain to her nipples and greater general discomfort.

Now Master was ready to mete out her punishment. To make sure she understood what he was doing and why, He showed her the log book once again, pointing to the entry that recorded her insolent behavior.

"You disobeyed anna who was carrying out my order," he said, assuming that she would understand the import of His words, if not the words themselves. her eyes glistened with tears as they darted fearfully between the damning notation and the angry face of her owner. "That kind of impudent defiance is absolutely forbidden. For it you will now be punished with seven hard strokes of the cane." He showed her seven fingers.

From the collection of whips, belts, floggers and other instruments of discipline arrayed on the wall He selected a medium weight ratan cane. He displayed it to pang with a look of grim determination, but i could tell that He was enjoying the panic that set his victim into painful attempts to shake her head. she knew what a cane was for and wailed uselessly through the Lucite dowel filling her mouth, unable to form words to plead for mercy, drool dripping off her chin and spattering on the floor. Master ignored her efforts, positioning Himself for a full swing to give the cane its cruelest effect. The first blow to her exposed bottom drew a piercing scream. He waited for her to subside, then delivered another equally as harsh. she screamed again and yanked frantically against her restraints in an involuntary effort to shake off the pain. By the third stroke she was crying and at the fourth she broke into pathetic sobs. By the time seven angry welts had been raised on the soft globes of her pretty butt, she was choking on tears and drool.

Master left her there to suffer the escalating pain of her harsh restraints which soon overrode the after-burn of the caning. He strung me up in front of her for the usual session of playful flogging followed by a vibrator to my clit that made me cry out with pleasure as my body bucked in orgasm. She watched through her tears as He took me down and put me on my knees, ordering me to open his pants and put his engorged member into my mouth. i don't know what was going through her head at the sight, but i didn't care. i love serving my Master in this way because i know just how to fondle and lick and suck on His lovely cock and balls to give Him maximum pleasure.

But he didn't allow Himself to cum. Just before He reached the point of climax, He stopped me and went over to pang, releasing her from her bonds. She screamed again as He opened the jaws of the nipple clamps with deliberate suddenness (oh how well i know that pain!) but she was otherwise subdued and obviously grateful to be freed from the brutal restraints.

her lesson had not ended, however. Master pointed at the floor beside me and made her kneel there. Once again He allowed me to take His manhood into my mouth and restore it to full erectness. Then he withdrew and presented it to pang.

"Take it in your mouth!" he ordered.

she hesitated just long enough for Master to yell it at her again. i do believe this was the first time she had ever been sexual with a man. she took in a deep breath, parted her lips and gingerly slid her mouth over the hard shaft. her huge brown eyes looked up into His, searching for approbation. He nodded, encouraging her to continue. she copied what she had watched me do, or maybe it just came naturally to her, but soon Master's eyes rolled up and His breathing quickened. He grabbed the back of her head and began pounding deeply into her mouth. she gagged and swallowed, gagged and swallowed, her face a sickly contortion of panic and fear. But she stayed with it and kept Him snugly in her mouth as his spasms ceased and He began to relax. When He was sufficiently recovered, He pulled His semi-turgid staff just clear of her lips and ordered her to clean it. She looked up at Him in confusion and began to put it in her mouth again. He pulled away from her and presented it to my mouth.

"Show her," He said. i licked all around the head and shaft, cleaning it. A few seconds later He put it back in front of pang's face and said, "Now, YOU do it!"

she got the point. Out came her little pink tongue and she finished what i had started, licking Him clean — glans, shaft and scrotum.

Later, in bed, with pang resting tranquilly on her palette beside us, Master told me it's time to give her more serious training.

"She now knows what severe punishment is like and will want to avoid it," He said, "so she can be pushed harder with less coddling. she also went along with the oral sex without fuss so she's ready to be trained in the sexual component of her slavery. At this point I'm not going to soft-pedal the implications of slavery for her any more. If she doesn't cotton to it, if she can't be trained as a willing submissive, the hell with her. I'll do what Peter would have done: sell her to one of His Mexican contacts where she'll disappear forever as a whore slave. I'm ordering you to start amping up her awareness and appreciation of her sexuality, to make sure she develops a craving for sexual gratification. It's time she stops being a fucking virgin and starts being a proper slave slut. But I want her to ask for it. To beg for it! If I have to rape her to bust her damned cherry, I will, but if I do, it will be her one-way ticket to Central America. I won't keep her around if she might become a danger to me. Still, it would be a shame to waste such a tender young snatch, so see to it that it doesn't happen."

That speech had me so upset i barely slept all night. Much as i fear pang's incredible beauty and worry that she'll steal my dear Master's love, she doesn't deserve to be discarded like so much garbage. Basically she's a very sweet girl who would not long survive slavery in the vicious inhumanity of the third world sex industry. i adore being Master's slave and suffering whatever pain gives Him pleasure to inflict because, in return, i earn the privilege of living with Him and sharing His love. But being a sex prisoner in a Mexican brothel is a grueling death where there is no pleasure and no love.

Turns out i needn't have worried, though. As soon as we had shown Master off to work this morning, pang turned to me and asked shyly in her budding English, "When Master will have sex to me?"

She's hotter to trot than we thought!