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COMING FULL CIRCLE
Chapter 2
INSTITUTING CONTROL
By Charles E. Campbell
(This is a work of total fiction, and as such, it is not intended in any way to suggest events that have occurred anywhere except inside the mind of the author.)
The next morning was Sunday, and Kara had asked Sir Richard if she might have the day off to visit a nearby zoo with Sydney, her seven year old daughter. They had a great time together and didn’t get home until about 4:30 in the afternoon. Kara got dinner started for the two of them and when Sydney was set up with her homework, Kara told her that she was going over to the house to see if Richard needed anything.
When she came in the kitchen door, she called out to him, and receiving no answer, she came in and saw an envelope with her name on it on the table. Trembling slightly, she sat down and opened the envelope. A short one page letter was all it held:
Kara,
If you were serious last night about exploring My world, then there are a few ground rules you must understand and accept without question:
#1 Anything I tell you to do, you will do. Without question or pause.
#2 I will never cause you injury or permanent harm.
#3 You are never to look me directly in the eye, always keep you head down in My presence.
#4 You will not speak to Me unless I grant you permission.
If you are prepared to follow these rules explicitly, then I will take you under my wing and lead you through the labyrinth that is My world.
You first task will be to go to the local beautician in Bedford and get a body wax. There is to be no body hair from your neck down. Your second task will be to call the number on the bottom of this page and order six more uniforms like th one you wore last night. This will be your uniforms from now on, whether you are in my home or out with Sydney. You may explain it to her as you see fit, or not at all if that suits.
I will be home Wednesday evening around 6:00PM and would like to have dinner with both you and Sydney. You should have no questions, but if you do, you may call me on my cell phone.
Sir Richard
Kara read and re-read the letter two ,ore times before folding it back into the envelope. She was nervous and yet excited. She felt her nipple through the tee shirt she was wearing, and it was already hard in anticipation. She knew she was very wet as well.
That night, after Sydney had gone to bed, Kara showered and then stood in front of the mirror, trying to imagine what she would look like without her dark thatch of hair between her legs. She had trouble drifting off to sleep when she realized she would have to ask to have the hair removed and then strip naked in front of some stranger to have the required hair removal performed.
Monday morning dawned bright and warm summer was in the air. Kara got Sydney all set for school, and watched as the girl ran across the filed and into the woods, her “secret” shortcut to school. Kara cleaned up their breakfast dishes and went over to the house, with the letter in her hands. She first went to the closet and pulled put the maid’s costume, uniform, she had worn Saturday night. She stripped off her drab gray uniform and pulled on the black thigh high stockings and garter belt. She buttoned up the blouse that went right to her neck, and stepped into the short black dress. Next she put on the four inch heeled black patent leather shoes, and finished up by tying the black velvet choker around her neck.
Driving into town she kept rehearsing what she would say to the girl in the beauty shop about the waxing, but nothing seemed good enough. She tried to find a parking spot near the shop, but was forced to park in the metered lot a block away and walk. She was met everything from astounded faces to complete disregard of her presence. She hoped the shop would be open, as it was still pretty early.
A quaint bell jingled as she opened the door, drawing all eyes to her. The receptionist was a young girl, no more than eighteen or so, and she look up from some “Cosmo” knock-off magazine as Kara approached. “How may we help you Ma’am? Do you have an appointment?”
“No, I’m sorry. I don’t have one. Do you take walk-ins?”
“Linda is free. What would you like? A wash and cut? Color?”
“I....I...want a waxing,” she stammered?
“Bikini? Brazilian?”
“I’m not sure what that means. Maybe I could talk to Linda,” Kara answered, eager to get into a private room, away from all the ears and eyes that seemed to be honing in on the happenings at the reception desk. “Please?”
“Linda? I have a walk-in for you,” the young girl called out.
Kara saw a woman approaching from the back. As the woman neared, Kara could see that she was in her late fifties to early sixties. Her hair was dyed a dark auburn, with some light streaking highlighting it. She wore a black smock that came slightly past her waist, allowing her pleated skirt to be seen. “I’m Linda. What can I help you with, she asked, as she offered her frail hand?
“I want a waxing, please.”
“Come this way,” she said, turning back into the salon.
Kara followed her to a room in the back of the store. A padded table was in the middle of the room.
“What kind of waxing do you want?”
“I, n...nee...need a waxing o....of all of....my hair be......below my neck.”
“Arm pits, legs, pubic area? Everything?”
“Yes, p..p...please.”
Linda picked up the intercom and told the receptionist she would be busy for about an hour to an hour and a quarter, then she turned to Kara and said, “You’ll need to get undressed. If you want a paper gown they’re in that drawer over there. I’ll be right back.”
Meekly Kara undressed and taking a paper gown, she laid down on the table and covered herself with the gown. A few minutes later Linda returned and started to work with applying wax to Kara’s pubic area. The first time she pulled the wax off, she warned Kara in advance as to what would happen, but each succeeding time, she didn’t bother.
When she was done, Linda said, “You’ll probably need to come back in a week to ten days so I can your arm pits, the hair has to grow in so it can be waxed. You can make an appointment with Ashley on your way out.
Kara thanked Linda and paid her, leaving a generous tip. She dressed and walked out of the shop, keenly aware of her now bald pubic area in the short dress. On the drive home, she couldn’t keep her hand away from the smooth wet mound.
Wednesday evening, after Sir Richard ate His dinner, He began her formal training. The first thing He taught her was how to undress before Him. Slowly, deliberately. With patience, all the while keeping her eyes averted from His. Next, he taught her three basic positions for presenting herself to Him: Position A - on her knees and elbows, arms extended before her, face to the ground, nose touching the floor; Position B - Standing, legs spread apart, hand behind her head, fingers laced together, eyes down, mouth open; and Position C - on her knees, forehead resting on the floor, hands holding her ass cheeks as wide open as possible, opening herself for anyone He wished to see her.
When He was satisfied that she had mastered the basic positions, he set about in her oral training. Teaching her how to kneel before Him, unzip His trousers, remove His sex gently from it’s confines and caress Him with her mouth and tongue. He lead her through it all, including how to swirl her tongue around the tip, and gentle probe the opening, keeping the rigid cock wet with her saliva, and sucking it deeply into her mouth, fighting against the gag reflexes. And finally, swallowing every drop, and cleaning Him when he was through with her. The lessons continued three to four times each week. She was disappointed that He had never taken her, or even allowed her to cum.
One Saturday morning, Sydney came skipping into the kitchen while Sir Richard was finishing His coffee. “Sir Richard,” the young girl queried, “may I swim in the pool today? It’s pretty warm outside, and it’s s’possed to get hot!”
“Certainly Sydney. By all means. But you mustn’t be near the pool unless your mother or I am there. Is that clear?”
“Oh yes Sir! Thank You!”
The girl ran off to get into her swim suit in eager anticipation. “Strip yourself,” He commanded!
Instantly, and without hesitation, Kara began to remove her maid’s uniform. Just as she was almost naked, He ordered, “Position C!”
Kara fell to the floor, placing her head on the cold ceramic tile, and spread her ass cheeks wide for His inspection. Her mind was in overdrive fro fear that Sydney might come bouncing in and find her like this. Sir Richard didn’t get up, or even say a word for a few minutes, watching the strain in her fingers as she arched her back and offered Him her two holes. Finally, he reached over and began to stroke her swollen clit, until she began to moan softly. “You may allow Sydney to use the pool whenever you like, kara, but you must be there with her.”
“Yes, Sir Richard.”
“And I do not wish to see any tan lines on this pretty little body of yours. So you are to be naked whenever you are at the pool. You may tell Sydney whatever you like. I don’t care. But no swim suit or bathrobe is allowed. Is this understood?”
“Yes, Sir Richard. I understand.”
“Excellent. Now, clean up the kitchen, hang up your uniform, and enjoy the day with your daughter. I will join you both later.”
Saying that, he stroked her harder, feeling the fever building in her. “You may cum, slave.”
“Thank You, Si....Sir...ooooooooooohhhhhhhh,” A loud moan escaped from her as she experienced the most intense orgasm she had ever had. It took a full minute before she regained her composure, and realized she was alone on the kitchen floor, her hands still spreading apart her cheeks. Ever so slowly, kara got up, and folded her uniform. She finished cleaning up the kitchen and went out to the pool to wait for Sydney, wondering how she would explain her nudity to the seven year old.
It wasn’t a long wait, when Sydney came skipping down the flagstone path that would through the azaleas and to the pool. She stopped suddenly when she saw that her mother was naked in a lounge chair. The child had seen her mother naked before, stumbling upon her in the shower, or getting dressed in her bedroom, but never stretched out in the sun, outdoors!. “Mommy, where’s your swim suit?”
“I.... it’s private here, Sydney, and I don’t want any tan lines, so I’m going to sunbathe nude.”
“Can I Mommy? Can I swim nude too?”
“Yes of course, you may, little one” Sir Richard’s voice boomed before kara could answer. “No one will see you.”
“Yippee,” Sydney shrieked, pulling off her suit and jumping in. Richard took a lounge chair that was across from kara’s, and with a motion of His head, ever so subtle, she read the command, and spread her legs apart, opening herself to His eyes.
That entire summer, both kara and her daughter got impressive tans from the many hours spent naked in the sun. They both grew accustomed to being naked at the pool whenever Sir Richard might have a visitor there as well. And this familiarity with nakedness carried itself into the house as well. Rather than get dressed to go back and fix lunch, kara and Sydney would just walk back to the house and eat their lunches without getting dressed. And so it seemed a natural way of things, that fall, after school started up again for Sydney, that Sir Richard commanded kara to always be naked whenever she was in the house. She was to wear her French maid uniform when she left the grounds, but was to be naked except for her four inch spikes the rest of the time.
Just before Christmas, Sir Richard told kara to get a baby sitter for Sydney, as He was taking her to a Christmas party hosted by some friends of His that Saturday. Kara inquired as to how she was to dress, and Sir Richard told her that He would take her shopping with Sydney Friday night. The party was Saturday, so the three of them would make an evening of it, including dinner and a movie of Sydney’s choosing.
Friday afternoon, about 4:30, the three of them all loaded into Sir Richard’s 2006 Jaguar XKR and headed to a small and exclusive dress shop in New Fairfield. The excitement in Sydney was evident in her constant banter, and kara was nervous that Sir Richard would be impatient with her daughter. But, quite to the contrary, he talked with her, answering her questions about the restaurant they would dine in and the movies she wanted to see.
There were no other customers in the dress shop when they entered. An thin, elderly man came out from the back of the shop to greet them. His faced seemed familiar to kara, although she couldn’t place it at first. “Good evening, Sir Richard,” a smile brightening his face. “How have You been?”
“I’ve been well, Sir Edmund, thank You. And how are You holding up?”
Instantly kara knew that this was the man who came to Sir Richard’s BDSM gathering last spring with the old slave woman lady catherine.
“It had been difficult for me, Sir Richard. Very difficult. The lady catherine and I were one for over forty-two years. I know I shall never find another like her, so in her memory, I will not even look.”
“I understand, completely Sir Edmund. Completely.
“Might You remember My maid, kara? And this is her daughter, Sydney.”
“Yes, of course,” He replied, lifting kara’s hand and kissing it gently on the back. “I am charmed my dear, charmed. And this is your lovely daughter...., Sydney is it?”
“Yes sir. I’m Sydney.”
“Such a lovely name for such a pretty little girl,” He complimented her. “Richrad, would You like to stay while kara and I go through some dresses, or might you prefer to accompany Sydney to the book store up the street, while kara and I narrow down the selection?”
Sydney jumped right in, “Oh could we go to the book store, Sir Richard? Could we?”
“Yes, of course Sydney. Of course.
“Sir Edmund will take care of You kara,” Richard said aloud. And then, bending near her ear, out of respect for Sydney, he added, “Obey Him as You would Me!”
“Yes, Sir Richard,” kara answered, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
When Sir Richard and Sydney had left the shop, Sir Edmund sat down in a chair, and ordered, “Present yourself to Me. Position B!”
Quickly, kara removed her maid’s uniform and folded it neatly on the floor. When she was naked, she assumed Position B; standing tall, shoulders back, hands behind her head, fingers interlaced, head and eyes down, and mouth open.
Sir Edmund had her stand that way for several minutes, just contented in watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she fought to control her breathing. “You’re quite lovely my dear. Quite lovely. And you followed My command quite speedily, I might add. Sir Richard’s training is very evident.”
“I’m going to look for a gown to highlight those small breasts of your’s, and well as your adorable buttocks. But first, I wish to see how well he has trained your mouth. Service Me!”
Kara dropped to her knees and began to unzip Sir Edmund’s trousers. She was shocked at herself for the quickness in her response to this stranger’s order. Her she was, un her knees, about to fellate a man she didn’t know, and all because He had said, ‘Obey Him as you would Me.’ He did nothing to ease her chore. When she had freed Him from the confines of His pants, kara gingerly took Him in her mouth and began the slow sensual ministrations she had been taught over the past seven months, until she felt His legs tense just before He came, filling her mouth with generous spurts of His seed. After she had cleaned Him and had gotten His clothing back together, he cupped her chin and said, “Nicely done. Not quite what lady catherine could do, but you’re young and will improve over time I’m sure.
“Now, let Me select some dresses.”
About forty-five minutes later, kara heard the little bell on the dress shop door tinkle, and she looked up and saw Sydney and Sir Richard returning, a bag with the bookstore’s logo proudly carried by her daughter. Sydney stopped short in her tracks at the sight she beheld. Her mother was standing naked in the middle of the shop, and the shop owner was delicately removing a dress from it’s hangar for her to try on.
“Ah, Sir Richard, and the lovely Sydney. How was your trip to the book store,” Sir Edmund broke the awkward silence?
“We found a few books by her favorite author, and a couple of new ones for her to try as well, Edmund. How have you two been making out?”
Before Edmund could reply, Sydney butted in, “Mommy, why are you naked?”
A rose color quickly brushed kara’s cheeks, but before she could think of an appropriate answer, Sir Edmund jumped in, “When women dress formally, Sydney, the rarely wear any under garments, as they create lines underneath the clothes that take away from the elegance of the gown. Your mommy needs to try on the dresses without any under clothes so I can determine if they fit correctly, and make your mommy beautiful. You do want her to be beautiful, don’t you?”
“Oh yes sir, I do. I want my mommy to be the most beautiful mommy in the whole wide world!”
“Of course you do, Sydney,” Richard joined in, and Sir Edmund is just the man to do it. Would you like to help us select a dress for your mommy to make her beautiful?”
“Oh yes,” she shouted with excitement in her voice. “Yes, please!”
“Then have a seat next to me while mommy models the dresses for us and we can “help” her pick one.”
Richard and Sydney sat in a pair of wing back chairs and watched as Sir Edmund would dress and undress kara, each time explaining the dress and it’s “benefits” in subtle ways, so that only the two men really understood it. They saw six or seven different gowns, but it was the one that Edmund had saved for the last that caught everyone’s eye and won a unanimous vote from the assembled party. It was a dark royal blue satin gown. The top cut like a halter, tying with a thin string behind the neck, and plunging in front to just below the navel. The back was non-existent to just above the rise in kara’s buttocks, where a small hidden clasp joined the material together. It was ankle length, and the back was slit all the way up to the tiny clasp above her buttocks. The gentle swell of kara’s breasts was barely hidden from the front and sides, and her long trim legs were completely exposed in the back to just under her cheeks when she walked. Edmund had selected a pair of soft leather high heeled sandals in the same dark blue. They had a thick leather band that fastened above the ankle and held them in place. And large two inch diameter chrome rings were imbedded in the thick straps, dangling to her ankles. One on the outside and one on the inside.
“Of course, Richard, this one provides the quickest and easiest accessability of them all. I feel it’s suits her best, and will meet all of Your stringent requirements as well.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Edmund, couldn’t agree more. You’ve not lost Your touch old friend.
“Sydney, doesn’t mommy look beautiful in this dress,” Richard asked, holding the little girl’s hand?
“Oh yes sir! She’s beautiful!”
When they arrived back at the house, after the movie, and Sydney was tucked safely in bed, Richard watched as kara stripped before Him and assumed position C. Then He made her describe in vivid detail what Sir Edmund had required of her, not glossing over her own emotions as she carried out His requests. After listening to her description of the night, He knelt behind her and asked, “Has anyone ever taken you from behind, kara?”
“N...no ,......S....Si.....Sir. Never.”
“Then I shall be first. I want you to relax, and take steady even breaths. It is important that you learn not just to accept it, but to relish it as well.” And then, ever so slowly, he introduced his thick cock to kara’s virgin anus, paying close attention to her moans and whimpers, as he increased his pounding thrusts, until at long last, He filled her ass with semen for the first time in her life.
“I won’t be around in the morning,” He said, handing her a soft towel to wipe herself. Be dressed and ready to leave by 6:00."
The next day was fun, taking kara Christmas shopping, having lunch out, and enjoying all the holiday decorations in Bedford. They got home around 4:00 and the baby sitter arrived about 5:00. Sandy was seventeen and a senior at the local high school. Her eyes bulged and her jaw went slack when she entered the carriage house and saw kara standing naked in the living room.
“Oh, pardon me,” kara blanched, “I’m just hopping into the shower. Be right back.” And she scurried to the bathroom.
After the shower and doing up her hair, kara applied her make-up and a light perfume. She stepped into the shoes and buckled them tightly around her ankles, quivering when she speculated what the chrome rings were for. Slowly she slid into the dress, savoring the soft satin fabric as it slipped down her bare body. Reaching behind her, she fastened the single clasp which held it together in the small of her back. Then she pulled up the thin straps and tied it behind her neck. She stood in a mirror for a few moments in disbelief.
Kara met Sir Richard promptly at the appointed hour. He was dressed all in black leather, His shirt and jeans and alligator skin cowboy boots all accentuating His trim physique. At his command, she lifted the gown and knelt on the hardwood floor in the library. “Tonight will be a sort of trial for you, kara. A mid-term exam so to speak. Your training to date has been exemplary, and I fully expect you to get through tonight with flying colors. I shall not be telling you anything about the night beforehand. I want you to experience the evening as it comes. I will tell you, however, that I shall be escorting you on a collar and leash, and that is all I will tell you. I shall not accept questions.”
“Yes, Sir Richard. Thank You, Sir Richard.”
Kara bent her head slightly forward when she saw Him reaching to place the black leather dog collar around her neck. He checked to see that it was snug fitting, but not so tight as to cause her breathing problems before buckling it in place. He then produced a black kid glove hood, with zippers at the eyes, nose and mouth, and placed it over her head, adjusting it’s placement before lacing it tightly behind her head. When He was satisfied with the results, He closed the zippers for her eyes and mouth, leaving only the one for her nose open, so she heard him clip the leash on her collar, she could not see Him.
A gentle pull on the leash and she was standing. He took hold of her shoulders and turned her around, facing away from him, and she felt the hard cold steel handcuffs being placed on her wrists behind her back. She then heard the rattle of a chain, and felt him attaching it to the inner rings on her shoes. “Take small steps and feel your way,” He admonished her, as He led her through the kitchen and into the garage. He arranged her gown for her when she was seated in the car to minimize the wrinkles, then he got in the driver’s seat and off they went.
Having never been a good judge of time or distance, kara had no idea how long they had driven before Sir Richard spoke to her. “It wouldn’t do much good to ask if you’re nervous, kara, that hood effectively renders you mute, but you’re equipped with a far more accurate barometer than mere words, so..........let’s............just...........see,” He said, sliding His hand up her thigh and probing her sex. “You certainly are a wet one, kara. I’d have to say you’re more excited about what the night holds for you than you are nervous.”
He didn’t speak again after that short monologue, but He did keep fingering her dripping clit, always stopping before she could climax. Always sensing, always knowing when she was on the brink, but never allowing her across into the sweet release that tantalized her so.
Kara sensed the car slowing down and felt it stop. She heard Him lower His window as he said, “Richard Duncan and guest for the Evans party.” A pause, and then another voice said, “Good evening Mr. Duncan, and welcome to Lack Heather Country Club. We are pleased that you can visit with us this evening. Please pull your car up to the main entrance and a valet will park it for you. One of the greeters will escort you to your party.”
The car began moving slowly up a graveled drive. Kara could hear the crunch of the stones under the Jaguar’s tires. A butterfly tensed her stomach when she thought about the verbal exchange at the gate. The hood made it impossible for her to see, but were there lights, perhaps a flashlight, did the gateman see her, hooded, handcuffed, and with Sir Richard’s hand still probing her between her legs?
The car stopped moving and brought kara back to the here and now. She heard both His and her doors opening at the same time, and a tug on her leash told her to get out of the car. The cold night air sent a chill through her, as her gown wasn’t designed for this weather. A hand grasped her upper arm, guiding her out of her seat, and then her door was closed. “Thank you sir,” a teenaged voice broke the silence, perhaps the valet being tipped by Sir Richard? “Please go up the steps, a greeter will escort you in.” kara’s mind was lost in thought once again. Why didn’t anyone seem the least bit taken aback by this woman in a black leather hood and handcuffs?
Cautiously, kara felt her way up the steps, feeling the slight pull of His leash on her neck. The steps seemed soft, carpeting? A door must have opened , because she felt the air temperature rise quickly and she could hear the soft din of voices to her left. “Richard Duncan and guest for the Evans party,” He announced.
“Just one moment, sir,” a light female voice answered Him. “Ah, yes. Here you are, Sir Duncan and guest. Please, follow me.”
“Thank you, Miss,” He answered politely.
They walked a few paces and then He said, “Watch your step, kara.” She felt with her feet the floor ending, and a flight of stairs descending. They went down fifteen steps, she counted each of them, turned left and went down another eight. Then walked forward a few paces and she heard someone knock on a door. “Sir Richard Duncan and guest,” The same female voice announced.
The creaking of the door made it sound massive and old . “Thank you, Miss,” Sir Richard said, giving a sharp snap to the leash, leading her into...........?
They walked a few paces in and were greeted by a woman. Mrs. Evans perhaps? “Richard my dear, I’m so glad You could join us tonight. And thank you for your gift. I’m sure we will all enjoy it!”
“No thanks are necessary Emily. It is My pleasure entirely. I’m glad I could help in your celebration.”
“Kara, I will be leaving you now. You are to do whatever you are told, by anyone who speaks to you. You will obey every direction quickly and without hesitation, as if the commands came from me. Nod your head if you understand Me.”
Kara nodded her head quickly. She felt the goose bumps rise on her arms as someone’s hand probed her backside. “She’s soaking, Richard! Are You sure she’s a newbie,”Emily asked?
“Yes, Emily. I have been her first and sole guide so far. Tonight will put her to the test and see if she has the potential I’m hoping for.”
“I’m looking forward to it Richard. It will be great fun I’m sure.” And taking kara by the handcuffs, she shoved her forward saying, “Come my pet, and let’s get you ready for your trial.”
Kara was pushed into another room, and she heard the door close behind her. The zipper over her mouth was pulled open and a straw was passed through the slit and between her lips. “You would be well advised to drink while you can, kara. You’ll be sorry later if you didn’t make use of the opportunities.”
On cue, kara began to sip the cold water that was offered, and listened to Emily’s instructions. “I know Sir Richard has told you nothing of what is to come tonight, and I will not either. You just experience it all as it comes. But believe me, you will learn a great deal about yourself and about what Sir Richard is searching for.
“People will come up to you during the course of the evening, but you will remain hooded and will never know who they are or when they are near you, unless they talk to you or amongst themselves. Your hood will prevent you from communicating with them, so you will be, for all intents and purposes, alone. Isolated with the sensations and your own thoughts and images.
“When the evening is over, you will be evaluated, and we will determine your worthiness and potential for the future. Now, finish up your water so I may make you ready.”
Kara kept sipping until she heard the straw sucking air. Emily pulled the straw out through the zipper and zipped it closed once more. She felt the handcuffs being unlocked, but they were quickly replaced by some heavy metal shackles with padded linings. It sounded to kara like a nut and bolt was being used to close the shackles on her wrists.
“You’re ready, my dear, let’s see what you’re made of,” Emily said, as she took kara’s arm and lead her out of the room. Slowly, she felt her way, left and right, by the pressure Emily exerted on her arm. She almost stumbled when she reached a step, and walked up three steps. Emily commanded, “Stand still!”
Kara stopped where she stood as her right wrist was pulled out to her right and attached top something. Her left wrist received the same treatment, and then she felt the chain being taken off her ankles for a moment. A new chain was attached to the outer rings, and her legs were pulled apart and attached to something on the floor.
She felt Emily leaving, and then felt her arms being drawn out and up at the same time, stretching her tight, until she stood almost on tip toes.
A soft hand on her left buttock shocked her, as an announcement was made over the loud speakers. “Good evening honored friends and guests, and welcome to the annual Evans gathering. If you would all be so kind as to direct your attention to the stage, Emily will unveil our special guest.
“Emily, if you would please.”
A finger felt for the clasp on the back of her gown, while another felt for the string that held the halter top up. And then, in one fluid movement, the string came untied and the clasp opened, and kara’s gown slipped to her feet, leaving her naked before the assembled guests.
Kara felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her body felt warm as well. She thought that some powerful lights must be shining on her, showing off her nudity for all to see. Her triceps were aching under the strain, and she felt cramps in her toes from their bent position. Time seemed to stand still as she hung there. Then she heard a man’s voice, one she was sure she didn’t recognize. “What do you think Rose, a crop or the cane?”
“Edwin, you know I like the marks of the cane best. Stripe her thighs, would you?”
“Of course Rose.”
Kara was in utter confusion trying to decipher the dialogue she heard behind her, then a searing heat ignited on the side of her left thigh, and she wrenched at the shackles and chains that bond her, shrieking in the dark enclosure that encased her head. Another white hot bolt struck her right thigh, then the left again, and the right, left and right, left and right. She was shaking and trying to tear herself apart to evade the all consuming pain, but the chains held her fast, and as she began to calm down, she felt the increased strain in her arms and legs from her futile efforts at freedom.
She was left alone for a few minutes, and then a pair of hands pinched both of her nipples simultaneously. She twisted, but the person didn’t let go, in fact, she felt her nipples being pulled straight away from her. As her hard pink buds were being assaulted, her back opened up in pain as a flogger tore into her in a relentless rhythm; left shoulder, right shoulder, left, right, repeating in a metronome cadence, once hard, then soft. She always knew when the next stroke would be, and where it would fall, but the severity and intensity was in such a random pattern that her mind was spinning trying to brace for the hardest blows.
Then, as abruptly as it started, it ended, and the pinching of her nipples stopped. “She took that pretty well, Richard,” a woman’s voice observed. “I wonder how much more she has in her?”
Sir Richard’s familiar voice replied, “The night is young, and many of the guests have been mere observers to this point. So I guess..”
“Richard,” a deep man’s voice boomed, “How have you been?”
“Campbell, I thought you couldn’t make it.”
“I had a business swing through Chicago, St. Louis and Atlanta, but I was able to wrap up the Atlanta deals sooner than I thought, so I got in this morning, and thought you wouldn’t mind if I came.”
“Of course not. I’m always glad to see you, and is this sara?”
“Yes it is.”
“A stunning collar, Campbell. Stunning. How is she working out for you, I had heard that you were having some difficulties with her, and even thought of abandoning her?”
“I’m not sure if you had heard, but I had here spend a week out at Alice’s cabin. They straightened her out pretty well I think. She’s vastly improved now. It was hard, because she wanted it so badly for herself, instead of realizing that it is for Me.”
“Of course I understand, Campbell. I fear I may have the same situation her with kara. She’s falling into it very quickly, and just seems to thrive on it.”
“May I,” Sir Campbell inquired, gesturing towards the dangling woman?
“Please Campbell. Whatever you would like.”
Sir Campbell unfastened the leash that was fastened to His naked slave’s stainless steel collar, and commanded, “sara, I want to hear her cry in pleasure. Make her cum!”
“With pleasure, Master,” the young girl responded eagerly, dropping to her knees and pushing kara’s thighs wider apart to gain better access to the dripping wet sex. Sara’s experienced tongue quickly lapped up all of the juices, as she buried her nose in the smooth hairless and probed inside the splayed lips. Almost instantly, kara began to moan and sway in her bonds as the fever in her loins began to build.
“Faster, sara, I want to hear her cry now!”
Sara increased her efforts, licking, sucking and nibbling violently at the swollen bud at the apex of her folds, until kara could stand it no more and began shaking and crying. Sara’s training precluded her from stopping before she was told, so kara went from ecstasy to agony in the space of a few seconds. She squirmed trying to evade the teeth, lips and tongue which were attacking her.
“Let’s see her cum two more times sara, and to make it interesting, you have five minutes to do it in, or you will spend the weekend in your cage with neither food nor water!”
Sara needed no more prodding than the threat of a weekend in isolation away from her Master. She immediately intensified and redoubled her efforts, driving the hanging slave wild. After another minute or so, a second orgasm claimed her and she was crying from the level she reached. But sara’s tongue didn’t abate or even slow in her efforts to avoid the cage. Drool was dripping from the chin of kara’s mask as she hung limply by her wrists, no longer able to control herself, she began to urinate into the face of Sir Campbell’s slave. “She has come a long way, Campbell,” Richard remarked. “You should be pleased.”
“Oh yes, I certainly am. It has been well worth the extra effort she required, and I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend Alicia for anyone who’s slaves need further training.”
A muffled scream came from the zippered mask as kara was reduced to her third orgasm in less than five minutes. Sara, of course did not stop until her Master called her off. “You may go to the ladies room and wash up, sara,” Campbell instructed her. “But first, you may cum. Show my friend how you beckon to My call”
Sara laid on her back in the puddle of kara’s piss and spread her legs as wide as she could, opening herself before them all. She then rubbed her left hand in the puddle and using it as a lubricant, shoved three fingers up her own ass, as she diddled herself vigorously. “Such a dirty little slut, playing with herself for all to see, like some untamed animal in the zoo,” Campbell hissed.
“Permission to cum, Master,” sara asked politely?
“You may cum sara, and then you are to thank our spectator.”
Sara pulled her hand out of her puckers ass and clawed at her breasts and she brought herself to a tremendous cum. When it had subsided sufficiently for her to have control, she scrambled to her knees, and knelt at Sir Richard’s feet, liking His alligator boots and saying, “Thank You Sir, for watching me cum.”
After Campbell and sara had departed, Richard leaned into kara’s ear and asked, “How are you kara, are you alright, just nod your head.”
Weakly, kara nodded her head in response. Richard pinched her clit hard, making her jump, “Good. I’m leaving you for a while. Have fun!”
In a daze, her mind rent between pleasure and pain, kara hung by her wrists, all feeling in her hands was gone. Her toes throbbed in their contorted position. She could feel saliva slipping out of her open mouth, but she made no effort to either close her mouth, or suck it back in.
Some time passed, kara was oblivious to it, and she heard a pair of women discussing her body. The slimness of her waist, the slight rise of her stretched breasts, her smooth flat mound, and her exquisitely unmarked stomach. They agreed that a soaked cane would be best on such virgin canvass, and began alternating strokes across her tight skin. Kara was in hell! The combination of her skin being pulled so tightly and the heavy soaked canes made the beaten unbearable, and she lost consciousness.
She had no idea what had happed, let alone how long she had been out. Ever so slowly, as she became aware of her senses, she realized that her feet were no on the ground and she was bent over some sort of padded bar. Her arms were now pulled down in front of her, and secured tightly. A hand was lightly tracing her crack, slowly probing first her pussy, and then her ass.
“Ah, she’s finally awake Richard, I was getting a bit worried there,” a familiar voice spoke. Where did she know it from? “I’m gonna turn my white mandingo loose on that ass of hers while I get her to lick my deeeeevine pussy.” It was Mistress Chantelle from Sir Richard’s house and her white male slave! She felt something lifting her head, and the zipper over her mouth was opened. “Lick me ‘chile. Make me happy!”
Kara slid her tongue through the rough metal as far as it would go, searching for her target, when suddenly, her ass was assaulted by a very thick cock that began hammering into her, pushing her head forward into Mistress Chantelle’s pungent hairy pussy. And as if this wasn’t enough, her nipples came alive as someone attached a pair of alligator clamps to them, with weights tugging them down, and swinging in the rhythm to the male slave’s thrusts. “I want to cum twice before you dump your useless load in this whore, boy, do y’all hear me?”
“Yes, Goddess Chantelle”, he answered, not breaking his stride.
Once again kara was plunged into the contorted realm of pain and pleasure, her senses torn askew by everything happened at once. “Try this on her back,” someone suggested, and fire broke out across her back as someone began lashing her with a cat. Chantelle came, cooing, “That was heavn’ly ‘chile. Heavn’ly. Now do it again.”
Chantelle’s slave showed no signs of fatigue as his long hard cock stretched her tight ass to the tearing point, incessantly driving and retreating at a furious pace. Her nipples were in agony as the anal pounding caused them to swing back and forth , digging the unforgiving teeth in even more. Her entire back felt as if it was inflamed as the cat kissed her from her shoulders to her hips. Finally, after a serious of lifetimes, chantelle came again, and ordered her slave to cum.
When it was all finally over, kara was so exhausted that she fell asleep with the terrible clamps still on her nipples. She awoke to the sensations of her bonds being loosened. A pair of hands helped her to her feet, ana as she stood there groggily, both of the clamps were removed at the same time, bringing a loud cry from her mouth. She stumbled a bit, hands quickly grabbed her grabbed her again to steady her. The hands guided her to the center of the room, where all of the guests formed a tight circle around her. She was pushed to her knees, and someone ordered, “Position A!”
Kara assumed the position, albeit slowly, and heard Sir Edmund address the guests; “It is time to decide if you feel this female possesses enough character to become a slave.” A long pause in His address gave kara time to fixate on what was happening. Finally he asked, “All those who feel this female should be permitted to enter full slave training raise your right hand.” Silence ensued, but since her eyes were cast downward, kara had to idea what the showing was. “Opposed?
“I guess that settles it.” Sir Edmund reached down, and cupping kara’s chin, pulled her face up to look into his. “Kara, you have proven yourself to all of us in The Society, and you have been granted the status of apprentice. If, after one year, you have passed the thorough training our Society demands, you will be marked as a slave of The Society. If you do not meet our criteria, you will be set free.
“Sir Richard, would You like to place the apprentice collar on Your slave?”
“Thank You Sir Edmund. Nothing would please me more.”
Kara felt the soft choker being removed from her neck only to be replaced by a stiff leather collar being fitted around her neck. Richard checked and adjusted it’s fit, and then Sir Edmund handed Him a small brass lock, which Richard used to lock the collar in place. “This collar will serve as identification for all members and slaves of The Society that you are an apprentice of The Society. And that you have no rights within it. You will obey anyone who recognizes this collar, be they member or guest, male or female, or even a slave.”
Richard helped kara to her feet, and she was greeted by an enthusiastic applause, as she entered her new life in training to be a slave.
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