The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 18

anna was really upset the night I told her I'd sell pang to the Mexican whore market if she didn't shape up soon. she probably figures that if I would do that to pang, I might do it to her someday. Well, maybe I might. And maybe it's good that anna should develop a healthy sense of fear. Who wants a cocky slave? As for pang, I meant every word. If she fails to work out as a slave, why should I spend a thousand bucks to ship her back to Cambodia? In fact, why should I spend ten cents on a useless female? Her parents will probably just put her back on the auction block and sell her again. Add to their profit. Why would they care? They've already written her off. Might as well recoup a few grand on her purchase price myself. Peter knows several undercover prostitution rings that would pay handsomely for such a nice piece of ass. Maybe he's not such a twit after all.

At any rate, that caning and twenty minutes in strappado with her tits tied to her toes did wonders for pang's attitude. It made me realize that I'd been too easy on the girl. What she needed to bring her around was some real discipline. Apparently, according to anna's reports, she'd been itching to lose her virginity, too. The little slut actually asked anna when I was going to do her. I could see that her taste for the whip had been growing, as well. It was time to get her acquainted with real bondage and turn up the voltage on her training for sexual service.

The next evening as I came through the door to be greeted by my two slaves, I introduced a variation to the ritual. I took the proffered martini, whip, leash and newspaper, set them on the secretary's desk and ordered both girls on their hands and knees, side by side, doggie style. pang didn't quite understand the words but she replicated anna's position. I walked slowly around to their rear and admired their pretty rumps, anna's on my right and pang's on my left. I wet the fore and middle fingers of my right hand and began stroking anna's clit. she moaned with pleasure and I caught pang peeking around her shoulder to see what I was doing to her mistress. After a few minutes and without stopping my pleasuring of anna, I wet the same fingers of my left hand and started stroking pang's clit. her eyes widened and she gave a little grunt of surprise. It was probably the first time a man had ever touched her there. Within seconds her mouth was open to emit gentle little moans and her hips were moving to the rhythm of my fingers. This was a virgin ripe to be fucked! she would soon lose that useless piece of membrane, but it would be done in the context of her slavery to reinforce her association of pleasure with pain and submission. she must understand that any pleasure for her must be earned by pain and submission. Furthermore, I wanted it perfectly clear in her mind that she had, of her own free will and desire, given herself to me as a piece of property, to do with as I please.

I stepped between the two slaves, pointed at pang and said, "Stay!" she looked fearful and confused but guessed correctly what I had ordered and didn't move. Then I pointed at anna and said, "Roll over on your back, doggie, and beg for it!" giving the appropriate rolling gesture.

she complied immediately, holding her hands and feet in the air like paws and spreading her legs wide. I nodded, smiled at her and patted her moist cunt. "Good doggie," I cooed.

Then I turned to pang with the identical order and gesture. she did exactly as anna had done and waited for me to pat her as well, which I did. her virginal pussy was also dampened with growing excitement. "Good doggie," I said, then pointed at her sharply and said, "Stay!" I turned to anna. "Go on your hands and knees like the good doggie you are and fetch another leash and a cane. Bring them back in your mouth." she rolled to her hands and knees and scrambled away to the closet, returning with a chain leash and ratan cane clamped in her teeth. she rocked back on her haunches and held her "paws" up like a begging dog as I took them from her mouth. I turned to pang. "On your hands and knees!" I said, using the roll-over gesture to clarify the order. she had picked up on the game and obeyed promptly, eyeing the cane worriedly. I attached a leash to the collars of both doggies and led them into the living room where I ordered them to kneel-up, facing each other.

"May i speak, Master?" anna asked softly.

"Dogs don't talk," I snapped.

"Please, Master, it's important."

"All right. No more than five words. Choose them carefully."

There was a pause as she mentally counted her words. "Your dinner will get cold," she said.

"Then you will be punished appropriately," I answered.

she hung her head and kept silent. she knows better than to whine about fairness. Having done her duty by warning me, she trusted me to make her "punishment" more playful than punitive. she also knew, of course, that had she objected to the obvious injustice, her punishment would have been real, and extremely unpleasant.

Walking between them, I tapped the inside of their thighs with the cane. "Spread your legs wider." When I was satisfied that their cunts were comfortably exposed for the exercise they were about to perform, I said to anna, "Play with yourself. I want you to make yourself cum. And don't hold back; I want pang to see that you're enjoying it."

anna smiled, closed her eyes, and went to work on herself, stimulating her clit with one hand and her nipples with the other. Having been primed earlier with my fingers, it didn't take long for her body to respond. her breathing became faster and shuddery. Small moans grew louder, her lips pulled back in a grimace of explosive pleasure and she cried out and stiffened, love juice squirting onto her fingers. As her body began to slump in the aftermath of her orgasm, I took her hand from between her legs and held her wet fingers close to pang's mouth. "Lick them!" I said, miming my order. pang, mesmerized by the spectacle, did as she was told and licked the cream off anna's fingers. "Good girl," I said soothingly, patting her on the head. I then leaned over and kissed first anna, then pang on the mouth. Lingering kisses. Both their tongues came out to meet mine.

I took pang's right hand and placed it gently on her sex, placing the other hand on a breast as anna had done. "Now your turn," I said firmly. "Do it! Play with yourself."

The girl cut her eyes to anna for confirmation. Was she really expected to do what she had just observed anna doing? The answer was a smile and a vigorous nod from anna, who caressed herself again, lest there be any doubt. If any real shyness and modesty had still been inhibiting the little Cambodian beauty, it disappeared in the next few moments as she began an enthusiastic emulation of anna's performance, cumming in wild bodily jerks and thrusts. she looked down in amazement at her hand, now smeared with the glistening evidence of her orgasm.

"Good girl," I said, patting her head as I had anna's, and presented her hand to anna so she could lick it clean. Again I kissed them both, longer this time, and more passionately. Then I ordered both girls on their hands and knees and presented my tumescent organ for pang to lubricate with her mouth. My own excitement at that point, combined with the lavishness of her sucking and licking, drew me quickly to the edge. I knew I wouldn't have time to transfer to anna, so I held pang's pretty face in my hands and came in her mouth, remaining there until she had swallowed all of it. she smiled up at me and licked her lips. This girl was hooked; she was ready for serious training.

 

anna's journal, July 20

Master has changed the door routine. Now i hold up His martini with my right hand while i hold a leash connected to pang's collar with the left. she holds up a whip and another leash which Master takes and attaches to my collar. Then he leads us on our hands and knees down into the dungeon for some pre-dinner play. That is, he pulls me along on my leash and i pull pang behind me holding the leather handle of her leash in my teeth. He explained that doing it that way symbolizes our order of rank so that pang will know that while we both are His slaves, she must also serve me. i love that! she gets to clean the toilets and the floors and do a lot of the scut work that i hate. And if she disobeys me, Master gives me permission to punish her when He comes home.

Last evening, after He led us to the dungeon, He told us that He was going to whip us for His pleasure, that He would use different whips for each of us and that i, as the senior slave, would go first and have the first choice of whips. Naturally, i selected the soft tailed flogger. He made pang crawl into a tiny, cube-shaped, wooden box less than three feet to a side. The top was in two halves forming a stock with holes for her head and hands, which is all you could see of her once he locked her in. The box was positioned so she could watch what he did with me.

He sat me in a wooden chair and brought over a heavy iron bar with a large U-bolt in the center and two smaller U-bolts at the ends for my head and wrists. He tightened the nuts so that the U-bolts pinned my neck so firmly to the bar that it was hard to swallow, but then He stuffed a ball gag in my mouth so all i could do was drool anyway. He attached pulley chains to the bar and hauled it up, pulling me to my feet. After shoving the chair out of the way, He brought over a similar iron bar with just the U-bolts at the ends and clamped my ankles to it. He hauled the top bar a little higher still so that i had to stand on tip-toes or hang by my head and hands. It didn't take long for my burning calf muscles to give out, forcing me to alternate between the two extremely uncomfortable options. Meanwhile Master went to work on me with the flogger, relentlessly delivering hard blows to my back, bottom, breasts, belly, arms and legs for what seemed like an hour until my whole body was burning red and tears were streaming down my cheeks. Suddenly the lashing stopped, followed immediately by the intense sensation on my clit of the big vibrator we affectionately call Mr. Buzz. Master played it right on my clit and within half a minute my body senses exploded in a gigantic orgasm, then another, and another! Forced orgasms are both extreme pleasure and pain as the clit becomes exceedingly sensitive. I was moaning with pleasure and trying to twist away from it at the same time. It stopped, but Master was soon setting up a mechanical fucking machine with a black plastic dildo. He slid in into my very wet cunt and turned it on where it's continuous plunging action set off still more orgasms.

While i was dealing with that, Master took pang out of her box and led her to the array of whips remaining on the wall. He gestured to them and told her to make a choice. There was no use her pretending she didn't understand because He had just gone through the same routine with me. The flogger was no longer in contention and the dismayed expression on her face made it plain that she didn't like any of the other choices. But she had learned not to defy Master's instructions, so she pointed nervously at a riding crop, the kind with a flexible stock wrapped in leather and a loop at the tip. It would not have been my second choice, but pang probably had no experience with a riding whip and had no idea of how much it hurts. Well, she was about to find out.

Master laid her face down on the floor and placed a six foot length of 2x4 cross-wise over her shoulders, then strapped her arms to it at the wrists, forearms, upper arms and shoulders. He stood her up and tied her long dark hair to the end of a rope which ran through two pulleys, one directly over her head, the other about eight feet to her right. He threaded the other end of the rope through the ring on her right ankle cuff and raised her leg up to a 90 degree angle (that girl is really limber!) where he tied off the rope. Now she had to balance on her left leg and hold her right leg up to avoid a painful pull at her hair. It was physically impossible. her leg muscles tired quickly in that position and she was soon whimpering from the stress and making plaintive pleading noises in her native language. Master stopped that by stuffing her mouth with a rag and securing it with duct tape. In the next moment He took her mind off those sufferings by giving her cause to regret her choice of whips. He didn't flail her very hard, i have to say, but the riding crop has a ferocious sting on human flesh, even when applied lightly. By the time he had decorated her front, back and legs with a latticework of red stripes, she was giving little muffled cries with every blow and had definitely regretted her choice of whips. To offset what she had suffered during the whipping, Master applied Mr. Buzz to pang's virginal clit, and in spite of her discomfort, she came. Loudly!

i was in my own personal hellish heaven by that time, my vagina sore from the thrusting of the dildo, my body unable to resist the pain-mangled orgasms. Mercifully, Master shut off the machine and i was back to concentrating on the alternating agonies of hanging from the wooden stock or forcing myself to stand on tiptoes in spite of my burning, cramping calf muscles. my sobbing must have gotten to Master because He let me down first. When i was free, i crawled to His feet, kissed His shoes and thanked Him for allowing me to give Him pleasure. pang was too wrapped up in feeling sorry for herself and had to feel the sting of the crop again before she smartened up and copied my behavior.

As a reward for our endurance, Master allowed us each a glass of wine with our dinner. He even let pang use the glass instead of lapping it out of her bowl.

Later that night Master invited pang into His bed for the first time so she could give Him head and a hand job before He made love to me. He made me finger her cunt as she did it. He said this was a turning point that signaled to pang that she was part of our "family" now and was earning her way to full acceptance as our slave. His slave first, but mine as well. i like this arrangement. i no longer resent pang's moving in. she's a big help around the house and, to be honest, i've grown fond of playing with her. Master encourages it. He likes to watch. i'm still a little nervous about what will happen when He starts fucking her. She's so damned beautiful with that little doll face and those big puppy eyes. Will He begin to love her more than me? But i keep reminding myself, this is not a marriage or a partnership. i have no rights to Master's feelings, much less His loyalty. It is He who owns me , not the other way around.