Part 1
The Exercise Room-Valerie
A workout always started slowly so I was having little difficulty now. I thrust and pulled
the hand levers and scissored my legs forward and back on the ski plates. With each cycle
of the machine the counter in front of me added a digit. The pacer display continued its
relentless count upwards and I matched it with another cycle of my arms and legs.
Although this part of the routine was easy, I knew what was coming and dreaded it.
The sound of a door closing caught my attention. I stole a quick glance to my left and
saw one of the new slaves being led into the room. Her trainer was apparently having
difficulty with her because she was wearing the full leather discipline hood and her wrists
were fastened high up on her back to the collar. From the front of the collar a chain leash
dangled down almost to the floor. Her trainer was holding the leash just under her chin to
allow her to blindly follow his lead.
He pulled her to the ski machine next to mine and stopped. I concentrated on making my
motions smooth. I kept my eye fixed on the displays and tried to make my work counter
match the pacer counter exactly. I was hoping that my disobedience hadn't been noticed
but it had, and I was out of luck. The sound of a riding crop being unsnapped from its
belt clip was one I had early on become fearful of, for the next sounds were the whistle of
air being split and the sharp crack as the crop slashed into my buttocks. "Keep your eyes
where they belong, bitch!" he snapped. "Yes, Master" I gasped. I was well trained, I
hadn't lost more than half a count on the pacer even as I clenched and relaxed my cheeks
to relieve the burning. I was grateful that I had only gotten one correction and resolved to
be more obedient. I continued working and watched the new slave's preparation in the
floor to ceiling mirror that comprised the front wall of the exercise room.
He clipped the leash to the ring on the pole that supported the counters and then
unclipped the wrist chain from her collar. As her hands dropped I could just hear a
muffled groan from behind the hood. She started to sag with the pain but a quick slap on
her flank brought her to braced attention again. The trainer unlocked and unzipped the
hood. When it was removed I could see she had worn it for some time, because her face
was shiny with sweat and her hair was matted and damp. The trained unbuckled the ball
gag and yanked it from her mouth, dropping it into the hood. "Step onto the skis" he
ordered. He knelt down and snapped the ankle rings shut. Rising, he unfastened her
wrists, dropping the cuffs into the hood. "Grab the poles" he ordered. He then snapped
the wrist rings closed. Stepping behind her, he fastened the wide leather waist belt that
kept us firmly pressed in the machine's belly pad. She was now fastened as I was; by
neck leash, waist belt and short wrist and ankle chains.
She kept looking around, as if there was some escape. I could have told her there was
none if I dared speak. She would find out soon enough for herself; besides, my pacer
counter had speeded up and I needed to concentrate on maintaining the increased pace. I
could see my behind in the rear wall mirror; he hadn't struck has hard as he could, but the
scarlet stripe was perfectly centered across my cheeks.
He set the dial on the pacer and stepped behind her. As she looked over her shoulder he
smacked her on the butt with his hand. "Eyes front, Twenty-Three", he shouted. "Pay
attention! This counter will increase automatically. You will ski at the pace it sets. Every
cycle you perform will be counted by the work counter. If you are behind at the end of
the session, you will receive a stripe for every count you are short! Understood?"
God, she WAS new; she hadn't even been given a name yet! I had a name! It had been
given me at the end of the basic training course several months ago. Before that I was
simply "Fifty-Six". It had been stamped on a brass plate attached to my collar and
painted on my back and stomach. Now I was Valerie.
This new girl hadn't even been painted or tagged. I wondered what made her so special.
Had the Masters changed the routine? If things changed it meant a bad time for all of us
as we learned what was expected of us. I hoped it was just that she was a special slave.
She said "Yes, Master". He flipped the switch and she started working. She was
awkward at first but the waist band kept her from falling. The trainer stood behind her,
watching. I was really working now. The sweat was running down my face and body,
dripping off my nose and nipple rings. I was breathing hard and concentrating on keeping
the counters matched. Forgetting for a moment I was being observed, I shook my head to
clear the hair and sweat from my eyes. The next thing I knew was the pain of another
stripe across my buttocks! Then another... and another! I lost my rhythm as I jerked
against the chains. How stupid of me. I must have sprayed sweat on the Master!
The Exercise Room-George
I was daydreaming when I felt a wet spray across my face. Looking up I saw the new
slave working as best she could, and the one next to her covered with sweat. I let her
have 3 good swipes with the crop, placing them one after another down from the earlier
one. She pulled against the chains but of course she couldn't avoid the crop. I looked at
her counter and examined the clipboard with her schedule. She was just about finished
anyway. I decided to enjoy her while Twenty-Three worked for I was high enough in the
service to rate this kind of privilege. I flipped the switch on her machine and initialed the
clipboard. I noted on it that I was reserving her for the next hour and hung it back on the
hook. "Name", I said. "Valerie, Master", she replied. I unclipped the chains and released
the waist belt. Taking her leash in hand, I walked off towards the showers. She was
reasonably well trained; following me immediately.
Part 2
The Showers-George
When we reached the showers I dropped her leash. She dropped to her knees on the cold
tile, spread them widely and crossed her wrists behind her back. She held herself in the
approved braced position; belly sucked in, shoulders back, and head level. "Not bad at
all", I thought to myself, "This one has real possibilities"! I set the water temperature to
warm, grabbed the spray head and hosed her off. I hit the soap button on the spray and
covered her with foam. "Do your hair", I said. She massaged the foam into the hair on
her head and then, as she had been trained to do, worked the lather into her pubic hair.
"O.k. , stop", I said, " I'll let you know when you can have an orgasm! It's time for the
other side". I snapped my fingers; she instantly went to all fours, facing away from me,
spreading her legs apart. I nudged them a little further apart with my foot and soaped her
again. At the command, "Cheeks" she rested her head and shoulders on the tile and
reached back with both hands to spread her buttocks. I changed the spray to a hard,
pulsating needle jet and slowly worked it over her back, down her butt , and then under to
her slit. When I noticed little quivers in her thighs and small undulations of her butt I
stopped. I didn't want her to orgasm early. I switched to spray to cold and hosed the
lather off. "Up", I said. She re-assumed the kneeling position.
It was time to check on Twenty-Tree's progress on the exercise machine. "Valerie,
Heel", I snapped, and walked out of the showers. Valerie stayed right behind me, to my
left and 2 paces back. I didn't bother with the leash, this one was pretty well trained.
The Showers-Valerie
This master was, as masters go, very kind. Some don't bother cleaning us off at all, most
make the showers a terrifying experience. I once had forgotten to clean my pubic hair at
the "Hair" command and been subjected to a severe cropping while hanging by my wrists
under an icy cold spray. Another time, for no reason that I could discern, I had to clean
the entire shower area with a heavy brush-gag with my hands cuffed behind my neck to
my collar, . After that experience my nipples were rubbed raw and my knees hurt for
days. He was obviously observant; he noticed when the spray started to get me hot.
From the way he was treating me I thought perhaps he might be finding me worth
reserving for a while. I determined to attempt to please him to my utmost ability, for
there were few masters in the processing and training center who had treated me as gently
as he had.
The Exercise Room-George
When we reached Twenty-Three I pointed to the ground. Valerie again kneeled. I
snapped a pair of cuffs on her wrists and then attended to Twenty-Three.
Checking the counter, I could see she was about 12 counts behind and failing fast.
There's no point in setting up a situation where the punishment is going to be so severe
that it can't be carried out without permanent damage, so I hit the off button. Twenty-
Three sagged against the belly pad and wrist chains. She was just about totally spent.
Her breath came in great gasps and she was dripping wet. When I unfastened her she just
drooped over the belly bar. I gave her a moment to recover and then swatted her with my
crop. She found enough strength to assume the position next to Valerie.
Part 3
Twenty-Three's Mistake-Valerie
I waited patiently (what choice did I have?) for the master to deal with poor Twenty-
Three. I tried to make myself as appealing as possible; if he liked me maybe my life
would be a little easier for a while. I knew it couldn't last, a trainer was not allowed to
monopolize a particular slave so as to avoid her being either trained too strictly or too
leniently, and to prevent her from becoming conditioned to obey only one master.
He snapped the cuffs on her, fastening her wrists as mine were. He picked up the hood
and gag and stood there considering them. I could see Twenty-Three's eyes widen a bit
but she at least knew enough not to make any protest. "It's too much effort" he said, "I'm
going to feed you both soon, anyway. "Hold these, slave", he said to Twenty-Three, and
dropped the gag and the short wrist to collar chain she had worn earlier into the hood. He
then held the hood out to her. "Don't leave tooth marks on that leather, or you'll wear that
hood for the next month!" he said. She held the leather with her lips, keeping her teeth
away from the leather. She probably didn't know it yet, but there would be plenty of
training exercises designed to strengthen her lip muscles and teach her to control her teeth
and tongue.
The master took both our leash ends in one hand and started out the door. We both
scrambled to our feet and followed.
She dropped the hood! It fell at our feet with a thud and clatter. She tripped over it and I
stumbled over her. The leashes grew taut and the master nearly lost his balance! God!
Why couldn't that stupid bitch hang on? We were almost at the masters cafeteria, she
could have lasted a bit longer. I flailed around, trying rise before the master turned his
attention to me.
He turned and just stared at us. I stood as straight and still as I could. Twenty-Tree was
still sprawled on the floor, trying to put the cuffs, gag, and chain into the hood with her
mouth. The master approached. "I've had it with you" he growled in a soft, low voice
that sent shivers up and down my back. "It's time to teach you that the required obedience
is perfect obedience", he said, looking down at her. He grabbed the hood and other gear
and yanked her to her feet by her hair. Taking two turns of the leashes around his hand,
he reversed direction and led us almost at a trot down the hall. My heart sank; we were
heading for the Discipline Section.
Discipline Room Alpha-George
I don't know why I get saddled with the problem cases, I guess the supervisors know I
turn out a good product. I was hungry and horny, not necessarily in that order, all I
wanted to do was eat dinner and enjoy myself with Valerie. Instead, I now had to
convince this new slave that no matter how bad things are, they can always be made
worse! She just wasn't convinced that perfection was the standard.
I dropped Valerie's leash and pointed to a corner of the room. She dropped to all fours
and crawled to the corner. "Kneel and watch", I said. I glanced around the room, hoping
for inspiration. I was looking for a punishment that didn't require me to supervise; one
that would be severe, yet feasible to apply for the whole night. Finally, I decided on the
electric saddle. I pulled Twenty-Three over to it. It looked innocent enough now; just a
small almost western type saddle made of stainless steel mounted on a hydraulic lift. I
got the butt plug and cunt attachments from the cabinet and attached them to the saddle.
"Up and over" , I told her. She hesitated, earning a fast swipe of the crop. She straddled
the saddle. I hit the button that raised the lift. "Position yourself" , I said. As the two
prongs reached her she squirmed around, easing their entry. Slowly they disappeared
from sight. She took deep, shuddering breaths, her buttocks clenched and relaxed, she
made small moaning sounds. When she was on tip-toe I stopped the lift. I lifted her
ankles and bent her knees back, cuffing them to the lower edge of the saddle. There was
no leverage in this position, she couldn't raise herself off the saddle. I pulled her wrists
down, clipping them to the saddle. Placing the support post in its slot at the back of the
saddle, I fastened its harness in place. The harness was a simple construction of steel and
leather; it had two large rings connected together that captured her breasts and connected
to the support post. It would serve to prevent movement and injury during the
punishment.
Plugging in the wires, I fastened the clamps on her nipples. She gasped as their little
sharp teeth bit into the bud. "O.K.", I said, "Here's what's going to happen. You are
going to stay here all night. At random intervals this little toy will apply a shock between
any two points. It might be between your wrists and ankles, it might be between your
cunt and your left nipple, any combination is possible. For example....". I pushed the
button. She screamed as the current hit. Judging from her motions, this time the current
was from asshole to legs. She tried to raise herself off the saddle but of course she didn't
move more than an inch. When she sagged back I hit the button again. This time her
nipples swelled and she shook her torso violently from side to side. "To make life
interesting", I said, "Let me demonstrate a refinement". A twist of the dials brought the
vibrators to life. "These also work randomly, you should enjoy them"! In spite of herself
there was no way she could suppress the stimulation from the imbedded prongs. In a few
minutes she was squirming , in several more she panted her way to an orgasm. I set the
timers, snapped my fingers at Valerie and walked out. As the door swung shut I could
hear a scream as the current started.
