Part 8: Meeting Her Master
Laura awoke to a new kind of hell. She was no longer wearing the hood, but she
was still blindfolded. She thought she could hear, but she wasn't sure, since
there was nothing to hear. The gag had been removed. She was lying down in
some sort of sling that went across her middle. Her breasts hung down, and so
would have her legs if they weren't separately suspended and drawn as far apart
and up as possible. She realized that the sling was angled slightly forward,
raising her ass and her pussy to expose them even more. Her arms were bound at
the wrists behind her back, and attached to a collar that encircled her neck.
If she tried to relax her arms, the collar tightened so that she could barely
breathe.
Laura twitched in panic as she felt someone place an object into her cunt. She
hadn't heard anyone approach her, but it was because they were being quiet. She
realized she could hear the sounds of the person moving around behind her.
"Who are you?" she asked. The response was excruciating pain that originated
in her vagina and spread its burn throughout her entire body. Laura surmised
that it was some type of electronic device. She was too familiar with that
particular type of pain.
She took the pain as an indication that she was to keep quiet. Laura felt
fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples, harder and harder, under her
nipples stood up long and hard on their own. The bite of nipple clamps, and
then further pain followed this as several weights were attached and left
swinging.
After a few moments, Laura felt something slide into her ass. It felt cold and
metallic. Laura took deep breaths to try to calm herself down.
A few moments later, Laura felt a gentle vibration coming from both the dildos
in her cunt and in her ass. They were pleasantly arousing. Her nipples started
to tingle next, and she realized that the nipple clamps also vibrated.
Although she was still apprehensive, she let herself be engulfed by the warmth
of her arousal. The vibrating pulsed and increased bringing her to an orgasm
rather quickly. In spite of the circumstances, Laura enjoyed it. The vibrating
stopped. Laura lay there waiting for what was next. The vibrating began again
after a few minutes, and started to build up to another arousal. Laura's
vaginal muscles began to grip the vibrator, and that was when the pain began.
As though her coming orgasm was a trigger, she felt intense pain in her nipples
and breasts, her ass and her vagina...pain so intense it stopped her breath and
prevented her from screaming. Then it stopped. Again the arousal...again the
pain. After the first few shocks, Laura was able to scream. And scream she did
as each time, the pain came sooner and lasted longer. During a pause when the
vibrators were arousing her, someone, the person torturing her? came close to
her head and softly said, "You've only just started to experience the pain," a
man's voice whispered. "The settings are automatic, and will continue until I
return to shut them off. That will be in the morning. Have a pleasant night."
The voice could have been a familiar voice or the voice of a stranger. He spoke
too quietly for her to tell.
Laura tried to keep herself from responding to the sexual arousal in hopes that
she could prevent the pain from being triggered. But apparently there was some
logic built in that told the device to shock her if more than a few minutes went
by without her contracting her muscles.
Laura had thought that being caned and left outside in the cold was intolerable,
but she now realized that she didn't have any idea of what pain could really be
until now. This was torture for the sake of torture. Not to get her to talk,
not to punish her for attempting to escape, or for lying. But just to cause her
pain. Oh god, who bought her? Did Snake realize what this person was capable
of? Did she anger him so much by lying that he had let this person buy her?
She realized that any hope of negotiating her freedom were gone.
The pain had almost driven Laura out of her mind. She had wet herself during
the night, unable to control her bladder while the electricity burned through
the private places of her body. The pain was so intense that Laura had put
aside her thirst and her hunger...all she felt was the burning, searing pain
over and over again. She had screamed herself hoarse, and every muscle in her
body ached both from the position in which she had been bound as well as the
tightening of her muscles whenever the electricity was administered.
She was trembling all over when she was taken down from the sling, and since she
couldn't stand, she went down on her knees. She wished that her hands were
unbound, or if they were cuffed, that they were cuffed in front of her. She
wanted to tear off the blindfold and see her torturer.
It seemed that being on her knees was fine with her owner. He pulled her along
by the leash, but walked slowly enough so that she could keep up with him
walking on her knees. He stopped and fastened the leash to something, then she
heard him moving about, metal clanging. She stiffened in fear until she
realized that she was hearing pots and pans, and that she was in a kitchen,
kneeling on the floor while her torturer cooked breakfast. Would she be given
anything to eat?
Laura heard him put a plate down on the floor in front of her. She waited for
him to release her wrists, but instead, he pushed her head down toward the
plate, indicating that she was to eat using only her mouth. Laura was so
hungry, it didn't matter to her. A bowl of orange juice had also been given to
her, and she lapped at it like a cat. The food was good. Whoever her torturer
and owner was, he knew how to cook.
What next, she wondered, as she heard him clear the dishes and load a
dishwasher. By then, she was able to stand up, and was led by the leash in the
same direction as that from which she had come into the kitchen earlier. Back
to the torture chamber?
Yes, that was where she was taken. Laura's wrists were unbound, but only for a
few seconds while they were attached to an overhead chain. Laura heard a motor
and then felt herself hoisted up until her toes were an inch off the ground. It
might as well have been a foot or more. She couldn't reach the ground no matter
how much she stretched. Her arms were supporting all her weight.
She wasn't surprised when the whipping began, but she was surprised to feel the
terrible sting of a bullwhip. Surprised and anxious, since a bullwhip would
cause considerable damage in inexperienced hands. But the hand wielding the
whip was very experienced. The strokes he laid across her breasts, her belly and
her thighs were each calculated to give maximum pain and to ensure that large,
red welts were imprinted on her flesh, but her skin was unbroken.
In spite of her pain, at one point, Laura realized that there was something for
her to be grateful about. That woman, Caroline, who threatened to brand her
face, did not win her.
Why was she kept blindfolded? Laura wanted to see her tormentor...she refused
to think of him as her owner or her master.
At last, the whipping was over and Laura was brought down to her feet. She was
left that way for a while. She heard him leave, closing the door behind him.
She hurt everywhere, both from the torture she had endured overnight as well as
the whipping.
The door opened, and Laura heard footsteps. She stiffened when she realized
that one set of footsteps was being made by a woman wearing high heels. For a
moment, she was filled with dread at the thought it might be Caroline. Then the
man spoke, his voice very, very soft.
"Rosalie, I want you and Mariah to prepare her for tonight. You know how I like
my whores to look. But let me warn you, I don't want you fucking around with
her. If I catch you..." the threat was left unsaid, but Laura was sure that
Rosalie and Mariah were well aware of the consequences. The man's voice was
very, very familiar...if only he spoke a little louder, or a little longer, she
thought she would be able to place it.
To Laura, he whispered, "Obey them." Just those two words, but even though he
spoke quietly, they were said in such a way that Laura shivered at the thought
of what he would do if she didn't obey them. But why did this arouse her?
Laura felt a fluttering in her belly, and a soft, warm feeling in her cunt
accompanied by her pussy getting very wet.
Laura was washed and shaved. Mariah shaved her pussy very slowly, erotically
drawing out each stroke of the razor. Rosalie styled her hair, piling it up on
top with a few wispy strands hanging down. She was made up...much more makeup
than Laura ever used, and in garish colors that made her look like a whore.
They put a black leather bustier on her, and then proceeded to draw the laces
very tight. Laura could barely breathe. Her breasts were pushed up and out, so
that her nipples were resting just on top of the bustier. A leather garter belt
went on next, and then silk stockings with a black seam down the back. Laura's
hands were encased in tight, leather gloves that went up past her elbows. The
gloves were set with D-rings at the wrists and at the elbows. Two thin leather
straps were fastened to the elbow D-rings, then brought down across the crack of
her ass cheeks, and forward, pushing aside the lips of her vagina, across her
clit and then up to fasten at the D-rings on the wrists of the gloves. A black
leather collar surrounded with D-rings went on next, and a leash was attached to
the front, center ring. Next came high-heeled shoes. They had impossible
7-inch heels, and a thick strap went around her ankles. Laura could see that
the buckles on the straps could be locked in place, making it impossible to
remove the shoes without a key. The women pushed Laura forward a few steps, and
then stopped her. The shoes were tight, and her feet were pushed down into the
toes by the heels. It was both difficult and painful to walk in them. Last to
go on was the blindfold, tightly fastened around her head. The leash was
brought up to her mouth, and Laura was ordered to hold it between her teeth.
She was to wait there until "Master" was ready to send for her.
Finished with Laura, Rosalie and Mariah turned their attention toward each
other, and proceeded to fuck each other. Laura could hear the sounds of their
passion, and found herself responding to the noises they were making. She moved
her arms the little she could to rub the leather straps across her clit. It
didn't take long for Laura to climax, and she felt her knees grow weak as the
delicious feeling of her orgasm swept over her.
She had cum just in time. The door opened, and someone approached her, taking
the leash out of her mouth. Laura was led out of the room and down a hallway.
She could hear voices and music coming through a closed door. Laura was led up
to the door, and then into the room. She was aware that she was dressed like a
whore in the middle of a group of people who were all probably staring at her
with lust. Defiantly, she straightened her back, and pushed her breasts out in
front of her. Her nipples were hard and dark with her arousal. She was
surprised that she didn't feel shame. Fear, yes. Arousal, yes. But not shame.
"Hello, cunt. I didn't think I would be seeing you this soon, but your new
Master wanted to show you off." Laura froze when she heard Snake's voice. His
hand touched the back of her neck, and she flinched. He grasped her neck in his
hand and pushed his fingers hard into the sides of her neck. He pushed her
forward, then forced her to her knees.
Laura sensed that she was kneeling in front of someone. Her head was pushed
down, and the blindfold removed. Laura found herself looking at a pair of men's
shoes, very polished and stylish.
"Greet your new Master, Laura. Where are you manners?" Snake asked. Laura was
unsure of what she was expected to do or to say. She didn't want to call this
man Master. She compromised and said, "Hello, Sir."
"You will call me Master, Laura," Ian said. Laura's head shot up in surprise
to see that the shoes belonged to Ian. Ian was the one who had bought her at
the auction!
"Ian!" She exclaimed in surprise.
Ian regarded her unsmilingly. "I allow you to call me Master, and nothing else.
You will be punished for using my name."
Laura shook her head in disbelief. It was because of his orders to Snake that
she was questioned, tortured, raped and subsequently auctioned off as a slave.
Although she knew that Ian was her enemy, Laura couldn't help but feel somewhat
hopeful about her situation. After all, at one time, they had been lovers, and
she believed that Ian would have come onto her at work if she hadn't been
uncovered as a government agent.
"Laura, I don't think you understand the situation," Ian said, still looking at
her without emotion. "There is nothing between us any longer other than a
Master/slave relationship. This is nothing new to me. You're not my first and
you're not my only slave. But I am your only Master, and I assure you, I am a
hard master. But you'll discover that for yourself."
(and she does, but I haven't written that yet!)
