Gemma

by Charles Graham

  "Yes," he agreed firmly, "By your own admission, that is exactly what you are," and Gemma gave a great gasping shudder as his uncompromising tone warned her that he had no intention of reducing the exacting standards he demanded of her.

  "I shall be back in about an hour with your visitor, slavegirl. Be ready," and he gathered up the dirty dishes and strode out of the room without a backward glance, bolting the door behind him.

  Gemma's belly lurched with nervous excitement. Had she made a terrible mistake by telling her Master of her decision to accept her enslavement? After all, what more could he demand from her? Hadn't he already taken everything she had to give?

  Some time later, Gemma hollowed her spine to present her breasts, determined to greet her Master as the perfect slavegirl she had decided to become as she heard him approaching her room.

  Her determination wavered somewhat as she heard a second set of footsteps accompanying his, the distinctive tip-tap of high heels telling her that her visitor was to be female.

  Please let it be Mistress Alicia, she thought to herself, not Mistress Lydia, for she was frightened of the dark haired dominant and knew how scathing she would be when she saw Gemma's predicament and learned how she had been forced to submit to the vibrators built into the saddle.

  The bolts rattled back and her Master strode into the room, his eyes going immediately to Gemma's displayed body, noting her submissive posture and the nervousness betrayed by the slight, almost unnoticeable tremors of her rounded belly.

  "Excellent, slavegirl," he said briefly, "Hold that position and remain silent," then turned as his companion followed him into the room.

  Gemma's nostrils flared widely, her eyes almost starting from their sockets as the visitor walked up to Steven's side and linked her arm through his.

  It was not Alicia, but nor was it Lydia and Gemma bit her lower lip in anguish.

  Her Master's companion was one of the loveliest women Gemma had ever seen, long glistening hair, black as a raven's wing, framing a delicate heart shaped face containing a pair of full red lips, small nose and two eyes of the darkest brown, almost black beneath long curling lashes. Short even in high heels, the top of her sleek head only reaching to Steven's shoulder, her smartly tailored cream linen suit showed off a pair of full breasts Gemma could only envy and long, well shaped legs. She looked like a fashion model dressed in a business suit and Gemma felt sharp pangs of jealous resentment and shame at the contrast with her own nudity and bondage.

  To make matters worse, the woman was a total stranger and Gemma was under orders not to move, so couldn't even attempt to cover herself!

  "Gemma, let me introduce you to Helen. Helen, this is Gemma. Say Hello nicely, slavegirl." He was obviously enjoying himself and Gemma gritted her teeth, knowing that any attempt on her part to refuse or protest would earn her punishment.

  "Hello," she said ungraciously, then, seeing her Master frown, quickly added, "Mistress."

  The short, black haired Helen seemed uncertain whether to respond and looked up at Steven.

  He chuckled, clearly relishing Gemma's embarrassment and smiled down at his tiny companion, "It's all right, darling. Gemma has been trained to call almost everybody Master or Mistress. Isn't that right, slavegirl?"

  "Yes, Master," she replied instantly and he chuckled again.

  "You see, it's all part of her training as a slave."

  Helen smiled nervously, "Yes, I understand, Steven. And that's why she's all..tied up and...and naked, I suppose, is it? All a part of her being a..a slave?"

  "That's right," he agreed cheerfully, "It goes with the territory for a slave. Doesn't it, slavegirl?" and his eyes gleamed with mischief as he forced her to answer again.

  Gemma knew what he was doing and decided that if he was going to play games with her, she might as well get it over with as quickly as possible.

  "Yes, Master," she answered peevishly, "I'm your slavegirl and I must obey you at all times. If you wish me to be kept naked and tied up for your pleasure, then I must accept it, Master," and she pulled her shoulders even further back, displaying her naked breasts still more prominently.

  His eyes flashed as he heard her answer and Gemma swallowed nervously, hoping that her momentary slip into flippancy wouldn't earn her immediate retribution.

  "Gemma is quite correct, my dear," he said, smiling at Helen, "However, she should also have mentioned that a slavegirl is required to be respectful to her Master at all times. Any failure to do so might have unfortunate consequences for her," and his reply left his worried captive in no doubt that her lapse would not be forgotten...or forgiven.

  Helen nodded, "Well, yes I suppose so," she began, "But when did she.....?"

  "I tell you what, Helen," Steven broke in, "If you've got lots of questions, why don't you ask Gemma directly? I'll push off for a while and you two girls can have a good long chat without me overhearing what you're talking about. How does that sound?" and he smiled warmly at his lovely companion.

  Helen looked up at him, then across at Gemma, "All right, Steven, if you think so. Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

  "No, not at all. It's fine with me and I'm sure that Gemma won't object either. You ask her about anything you want to know, my dear. Don't be nervous, she won't bite you and she's quite securely fixed so you don't have to worry that she'll get loose."

  Helen hesitated for a second, then smiled brightly, "OK, darling, that would be fine and it would make things a bit easier."

  "Good, that's settled then. I'll be back in..what? An hour, say? Great. See you then."

  He strode to the door, then turned back and looked straight at Gemma, "Tell Helen whatever she wants to know," he ordered firmly, "And tell her the truth, slavegirl, or you will have to explain yourself to me. Do you understand?"

  Gemma replied automatically, "Yes Master," then realised that she had no idea what Helen was going to ask her.

  It was too late. Her Master's back disappeared through the door and as the bolts slid home, she was alone with a complete stranger.

  An awkward silence stretched out longer and longer as the two women gazed at each other, Helen seemingly too shy to begin the conversation and Gemma carefully trained and conditioned not to speak until spoken to.

  Just when Gemma was nerving herself to break the rules and speak, Helen asked abruptly, "How long have you been a..slavegirl, Gemma?"

  Embarrassingly, Gemma had to admit that she had no idea, "I don't know, Mistress," she said, red faced, "I was enslaved at the beginning of April, Mistress."

  "It's August 28th today, so that's what...about five months, isn't it?" Helen replied and Gemma bit her lower lip. She still had seven months of her enslavement to serve. An eternity!

  "How did it happen? I mean, why did you decide to..to be...what you are?" Helen's cheeks burned with two bright patches of colour as she asked the question.

  "I didn't have any choice, Mistress," Gemma said miserably and explained to the shocked brunette how her partner had bargained away her freedom for a whole year, in return for a business loan.

  "But...But that's awful!" Helen cried, "You poor thing! Couldn't you have escaped, or something?"

  Gemma looked down at her bound legs and tensed her shoulders, then asked simply, "How, Mistress?"

  Helen stared at the leather and steel clamping Gemma's body and gave a little shiver, No, I suppose not. Are you...Are you always kept tied up and h..helpless, like that?"

  "I'm a bondage slavegirl, Mistress. I wear the collar of my Masters and their chains make sure I don't get away."

  As she spoke, Gemma noticed that Helen's eyes were fixed on the rings and bells dangling from her pierced nipples and felt her face flush in anticipation of the next question.

  It came.

  "Who did that to you?" Helen's fingers waved vaguely, but her meaning was clear.

  "The Masters," Gemma whispered and her questioner's eyes widened, gleaming with an excitement that Gemma didn't understand.

  "Why
did they do it? Did it hurt? What are the smaller rings for?" Helen couldn't seem to get her questions out fast enough and a light sheen of perspiration beaded her forehead as she stared enthralled at Gemma's piercings.

  Gemma didn't want to reply, but remembered her Master's instructions to answer..and answer truthfully.

  "No, Mistress, it didn't hurt. They used some sort of liquid to numb my br..breasts before they put the r..rings in. And they did it because they w..wanted to, Mistress. It made me their...property, they said."

  Gemma gaped as Helen stared down at her own full breasts and then cupped them in her hands, muttering almost too softly for Gemma to hear, "Just like Steven told me. Nipple rings," and shivered.

  Staring at the lovely brunette, Gemma frowned. What was going on?

  "Mistress? Mistress?" Helen gave a start as Gemma's voice penetrated her reverie, then gave her a brilliant smile.

  "Sorry, Gemma. What were we talking about? Oh, yes. What are the small rings for?"

  Gemma hung her head in shame, "They use them to control me, Mistress."

  "Sorry, I didn't hear what you said. What do they use them for?"

  Gemma's pride in being a slavegirl was all she had left and she used it, "They use them to control me," she repeated defiantly, " To tie me so that I dare not move, or to tether me with a leash so I have to stay where they put me and do anything they want"

  Helen nodded thoughtfully, as if Gemma's explanation had confirmed something she had been wondering about, "Yes, I see what you mean. Tied like that, any slavegirl would have to obey, no matter what she was ordered to do, wouldn't she? Tell me, though, you keep talking about Masters, how many have you got, for Heaven's sake?"

  "Seven that I know of, Mistress, but there may be others that I haven't met," Gemma admitted, blushing again.

  "Seven! Good grief!" Helen was astounded, "Who are they all? Steven, obviously, but what about the others?"

  For the second time, the shamefaced brunette had to admit that she didn't know, "They only tell me their first names, but there are five men and two women and they call themselves The Consortium, Mistress. It's a sort of...partnership and they all shared the costs of b..b...buying me, Mistress, so now I have to obey and s..serve them all."

  "Seven Masters!" Helen repeated, clearly shocked by the revelation, "I never imagined....How ever do you do it?"

  "I don't have a choice, Mistress. If they find me displeasing, they p..p..punish me.

  Helen was fascinated, "Punish you? How?"

  Gemma was beyond shame after so many revelations, "Sometimes I'm just spanked, Mistress, but more often they use a riding crop on my bottom. They really seem to like that, unfortunately."

  Helen licked her red lips and gave an unconscious wriggle of her buttocks, "Steven has a riding crop..." she said slowly and swallowed hard as Gemma nodded silently.

  "It's incredible, Gemma. I can hardly believe what you're telling me, but it's all true, isn't it?"

  "Every word, Mistress."

  "What's it like, Gemma? What is it really, truly like to be a slavegirl and to have to obey, even if you don't want to. How does it feel?"

  Gemma looked at the excited woman opposite her and took a deep breath.

  "It's scary, Mistress. Scary and thrilling and terrifying and unbelievably exciting, all at the same time. I hated it at first. I hated being tied up all the time and I hated being gagged and I hated having to obey, but when you're not given any choice, you just have to get used to it. I fought against it like mad to begin with, but that only got me punished, so eventually, I had to give in and go along with it. Since then, things are better, but it's still sometimes very frustrating and it can be boring when I'm all alone locked in a cellar, or something."

  "It doesn't sound like much fun," Helen observed and Gemma gave her a wry smile.

  "Well, Mistress, sometimes it isn't," she agreed, "But it's not all bad. I've had an awful lot of pleasure, too. Until you've experienced being tied up and gagged so that you can't move a muscle and then having a Master arouse you until your body feels as though it's going to burst into flames and you would willingly do anything he ordered if only you could, you just can't imagine what it's like! You can't move, you can't even scream or beg and it gets better and better and stronger and stronger, until he decides to let you come and then it's sheer ecstasy. You can just let go, because there's nothing you can do. Your Master is in total control of you, he can do literally anything he wants and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop him! And it gets easier each time. Easier for you and easier for him, until it's second nature for you to surrender and it takes less and less for him to get you to that point," Gemma paused for a moment and shrugged her shoulders in resignation, "That's when you realise that you've become a slavegirl, Mistress. When you find that you not only cannot control your responses to your Master, you don't even want to any more! You're a slave because you want to be a slave."

  There was a short silence as Helen digested Gemma's explanation, then she spoke only two words, "Like you?"

  "Like me, Mistress."

  "But don't you miss being free?"

  "Sometimes I do, of course, Mistress," a sad smile flickered Gemma's lips, "But I'm not free. My Masters take care of me and provide me with food and warmth and I have to believe that, in their own ways, they love me."

  "Yes, I can understand that," Helen said slowly, then asked, "Are you happy, Gemma? Truly happy with being a slavegirl?"

  Gemma pondered the question for long seconds, searching for the truth in her own mind and body, then held her head high and nodded firmly, "Yes, Mistress, I am. Six months ago I would never have believed I could be happy as a slavegirl, but I am. I've changed and I know it and accept it willingly. I'm a slavegirl, Mistress and I love what I am."

  Gemma's obvious sincerity and the sparkle of genuine joy in her soft brown eyes confirmed her words and Helen nodded in understanding.

  "Yes, I believe you do," she said softly, "Thank you for being honest, Gemma. You've answered a lot of questions I've been thinking about for some time and it can't have been easy for you."

  Gemma grinned, "My Master ordered me to answer you honestly, Mistress. If I had disobeyed him, I would have been punished."

  Helen grinned back, "Slavegirls have to obey at all times, right?"

  "Right, Mistress. Is there anything else you want to know?"

  "No, I don't think so.

  "Then may I ask you a question, Mistress?"

  "Yes, of course."

  "What is this all about, Mistress? I don't understand why you want to know all this?"

  Helen flushed, a bright red stain mantling her cheeks and dropped her eyes from Gemma's puzzled expression.

  "Well, it's like this...it's a bit embarrassing....I needed to know whether..." Helen's disjointed reply stumbled to a halt and Gemma watched in fascination as the pretty brunette took a deep breath, struggling to regain her poise.

  "I'll start again," she said more calmly after a few seconds, "It's like this. Steven and I have been together for about three months now and I really love him. He loves me, too, and wants me to move in here with him. The trouble is, he wants me to be his slavegirl. What he calls his love slave."

  Gemma's eyes opened wide and her belly quivered with arousal as she looked at Helen's pretty face and excellent body, visualising her kneeling naked before a Master! It was no wonder he wanted her as his slavegirl. Collared and in chains, forced to serve him in any way he desired, she would make a lovely slave and Steven obviously realised it.

  "I just can't make up my mind whether to say yes or no. I want to be with him and I trust him, so I don't mind giving him power of attorney over my investments and things so that money's no problem, but I'm a bit worried about the slavegirl idea. He's awfully keen on it and I really want to make him happy, but I don't know whether I can be submissive. What do you think, Gemma? After all, you've already done it, haven't you?"

  Gemma looked down at the smaller woman and marvell
ed. Helen was extremely attractive and seemed to be quite well off. How could she even be considering giving all that up, to become a slavegirl?

  "Well...I don't really know, Mistress," she replied carefully, "I suppose it depends on finding the right Masters. I imagine any woman can be submissive if she wants it enough."

  "Yes, that's the conclusion I've come to. Steven keeps telling me that if I agree to be his slavegirl, he'll take care of everything. All I have to do is be obedient. It's certainly tempting and I really want us to stay together, because none of my other relationships has ever lasted. They always break up because I get restless and want to make things permanent before my partners are ready. This time, though, Steven is ready and I'm not sure I am! Do you think that if I agreed to what he wants he'd let me be free some of the time, Gemma? I mean, if he loves me, he wouldn't keep me tied up all the time or..or use his crop on me or anything, would he? That would be all right, I wouldn't mind as long as he wasn't too hard on me and it's not as if I'd have to obey lots of Masters like you have to, is it? Just Steven and I think I could enjoy having to do whatever he told me."