“Arnica cream.”
She looked at him quizzically. “Pardon, Sir… Master.”
“Arnica cream. Purchase some tomorrow and begin applying it to your butt. It will significantly reduce the healing time.”
“I’m not sure I want to…”
“Natalie, do not argue with me. Get the arnica and begin using it immediately.”
She hung her head. “Yes… Master.” Just saying the words brought a smile to her face.
“Now, you may get dressed. I will arrange a cab for you as you are in no fit state to drive.”
She stood up, noticing the stiffness that was already setting in. Retrieving her clothes, she tried to make a show of putting them on, but she realized she was making a mess of it. When she was fully dressed, Sir James approached her. Embracing her, he kissed her passionately. When he broke the embrace, she felt the collar slip from her neck. He held it out to her and she took it carefully. When the cab arrived, he showed her to the door. As she walked towards the elevator without turning back, she slipped the collar back around her neck, pressing it closed as she walked through the elevator door.
Chapter 11 – Education
Arriving home, Natalie crawled straight into bed after inspecting herself in the mirror once again. The skin on her butt was discoloring even more, and the welts from the cane were still raised, although not as much as they had been last time she looked. Despite this, she noted they were much more pronounced than the initial stripes she had received from Sir James’ riding crop. As she inspected the marks, her head was flooded with the thoughts and memories of her receiving them. As much as she didn’t think she could take any more, at the same time she had never wanted any of it to end. Nonetheless, she was realistic enough to understand that it had to finish.
As it was, she was utterly exhausted at the end of it; totally incapable of looking after herself for quite some time. As she felt the cane welts, her other hand drifted up to her collar and she looked up to admire it once again. Locked in place as it was, she knew that it was going to drive aspects of her life until Sir James invited her back to be with him once again.
Despite being exhausted, she found it difficult to drift off to sleep. Eventually, she fell into a somewhat fitful sleep and found herself being woken up nearly every time she moved as the pain in her butt reminded her of what she had been put through a few hours previously. When her alarm finally went off, she was again reminded of her adventure and when she tried to stand, she found she was not only quite sore but also quite stiff. She dragged herself to the shower, setting the water pressure up to jolt her fully awake. It had the desired effect, the needles of water hitting her face and breasts and instantly raising her alertness level.
Without thinking, she turned around and the jets of water hit her butt, causing her to yelp and jump clear. “Holy shit! That was not the smartest thing you’ve done,” she said aloud. She turned the water down and let it hit the front of her body again as she turned her head to inspect her butt again in the reflection of the mirror. Wiping the mist and drops of water from the glass shower screen, she was a little shocked at the purple and blue mess that greeted her. “That bastard,” she said aloud and realized she was smiling. The pain she felt was not just at the surface. It extended deep into her muscles but still she smiled wondering what was going through his mind this morning. Did she please him? Did she put up as much resistance as he liked? Was she a big enough challenge without being too much of a pain in the butt?
She realized her collar was wet but decided that it was not realistic to keep it dry the whole time and that the water should not damage it. She decided she would cross that bridge when she came to it. After dressing, she stood to eat breakfast before heading for work. As she entered the office, Doreen looked up and smiled.
“Wow! You are positively glowing this morning. You look so relaxed and refreshed.”
“Thank you. I had a very relaxing massage treatment last night. It was intense at the time, really deep tissue work, but I feel great this morning.”
“Wow! Maybe I need to get the name of your masseur. I trust he is the same one who gave you your lovely collar.” She smiled at Natalie, licking her lips slightly as she said it.
Natalie winked and gave her a smile in return but said nothing. Shortly, she was back, looking at the receptionist sheepishly.
“Doreen, do we have any pillows or cushions around anywhere? I need a little extra padding today.”
“I will get one from the store and bring it to you.”
“Thanks.” Natalie turned to head back to her office. A few moments later, Doreen returned with two seat cushions in her hand.
“I had a partner who used to give me regular massages like that. What he could do with his hands was amazing but when he had a cane or paddle in his hand… Oh God, I miss him sometimes. You need some arnica cream.”
Natalie was too shocked to respond immediately, just staring at Doreen with her mouth agape. How could she tell? Did she have it written all over her fucking forehead? Natalie was spanked, caned and fucked by her new lover. Please pass comment!
Regaining her composure, she found her voice. “Thank you, Doreen. I will take your advice about the arnica.” She smiled. “I can understand why you would miss him.”
Late in the morning, Natalie sent a text to Jo-Anne. It said: We need to chat again. If possible, I would also like to chat with Marc and Clair.
The reply, which arrived almost immediately, read: I have been waiting for this. Be at my place at 7pm. I will supply the pillow. LJ ;-)
Oh my God! Was she the only one that could not foresee what was going to happen here, Natalie thought to herself? She texted a question: L J?
Lady Jo-Anne. Don’t be late, came the response.
Natalie stared at her phone. Eventually, she typed: Yes Ma’am, before pushing the send button.
A final response came a few seconds later: Good girl. I like it when submissives comply with my instructions.
Natalie felt a little thrill, or was it a chill, pass through her as she read it.
Managing to get through her work day amid the constant reminders every time she moved, eventually it was time to head home before going to see Jo-Anne. On her way home, she stopped off at a chemist to get some arnica cream as instructed. She decided not to visit her local pharmacy as she was afraid she might be asked some embarrassing questions that she really didn’t feel like facing. She entered the shop and began searching the shelves, all to no avail. Eventually, an assistant, who looked to be about Natalie’s age, approached and asked her if she could help.
“I’m looking for arnica cream.”
The assistant didn’t blink an eye as she said, “Sure. It’s just over here. I assume you have some bruising.”
“Yes, a little. I’ve been told this is very good.”
Picking a small box off the shelf, she handed it to Natalie. As Natalie grasped the box, the assistant did not immediately release it.
“Follow the instructions. Don’t worry, you should find it easier to sit after a couple of days and the bruising should be gone within a week or two, depending on how heavy the impact was,” she said, looking Natalie in the eye and smiling as she released the box. Natalie looked at her. She couldn’t know, surely? She must be getting paranoid.
Natalie changed her clothes when she got home, choosing a pair of white harem style pants to wear and a white satin thong so that there was the minimum of material to rub on her tender butt. She gently rubbed the arnica into her skin before tying the pants off at her waist and donning a form fitting white t-shirt. Tying her hair back so her collar was clearly visible, she put on a pair of white ankle boots with three-inch heels and headed out.
She found herself quite nervous as she headed towards Jo’s place, knowing what she knew and also knowing that Jo, Marc, and Clair would all know. Despite her trepidation, she knew she had to be able to talk it out with people who understood her predicament. There were no other friends or relativ
es she could discuss this sort of thing with, although it was only a short time ago that she had no idea she could discuss it with Jo either. As she thought about it, she was beginning to wonder how many other people she knew, if any, would have experience with this sort of thing. All of the people she had met so far just looked so normal. Talk about skeletons in the closet, she thought to herself.
She rang the doorbell at exactly 7pm as instructed and a few moments later the door swung open and Marc was standing there. He was wearing a simple pair of leather short shorts, and Natalie could see a small padlock where the zipper met the waistband. She also noticed the now familiar bulge of his chastity device. He had a leather strap harness wrapping his torso with chrome rings around his pierced nipples and the single center strap of the harness disappearing down inside the front of his shorts. His metal collar rounded out his ensemble.
Smiling broadly he said, “Welcome, Ma’am. It’s great to see you again. Come. Mistress is waiting.” His voice had genuine warmth in it and Natalie stepped inside. He closed the door and turned to escort her into the living room. Natalie noticed that a single leather strap emerged from the middle of his butt and went up his back to join the others that criss-crossed his well sculpted torso. She wondered idly what was happening inside his shorts that was hidden from view. Entering the living room, she saw that Clair was seated on a cushion on the floor beside Jo-Anne. She looked to be dressed in what appeared to Natalie to be a toga type dress. It was very simple but stylish at the same time, noting the environment they were in. An empty cushion on the other side obviously belonged to Marc.
Jo-Anne rose and made her way over to Natalie, embracing her and giving her the customary double air kiss, while at the same time giving her butt a light squeeze, causing Natalie to wince slightly.
“It is good to see you, Natalie. Come and have a seat.”
Jo-Anne was wearing a simple pair of black spandex tights and top and was barefooted. Natalie noted that she had perfectly manicured feet.
Clair smiled up at Natalie. “Hello, Ma’am. It is great to see you again.”
“Marc, some wine please. Clair, the hors d’oeuvres,” Jo-Anne said, clapping her hands twice as Clair sprang to her feet and they both disappeared into the kitchen.
“Ok, Natalie, show me the damage to your derriere.”
This was not totally unexpected but Natalie had not expected it so soon.
“Yes, Jo-A… uh… yes, Ma’am… uh… I don’t even know how to address you anymore.”
Jo-Anne looked at her and said pleasantly, “Well, as I am not your Mistress, it would not be appropriate to address me as such. You can still call me Jo, and as your friend, I do not expect any more than that. However, noting the dynamic we are in at the moment, if you feel more comfortable, you may address me as Ma’am or My Lady.”
“Thank you… Ma’am.” Natalie smiled and untied the waistband of her pants before turning around. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and eased her pants down over her tender butt, bending over at the same time.
“Mmmmmmmm. That is quite impressive. That would have been quite some spanking and the cuts from the cane are well placed. He knows what he is doing, does this Mr. James! Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Well – yes and no. Actually, yes—and more than I would ever like to admit to anyone, Ma’am. I was scared by how much I enjoyed everything he did with me.”
“I understand.”
Just then, the door opened and Marc and Clair returned with the wine and hors d’oeuvres as instructed. Natalie immediately stood and as she was about to pull up her pants, Jo-Anne said, “Stop there, Natalie. Remain as you were.”
Natalie hesitated, looking around at her friend. “Jo-Anne, I don’t think it—”
Jo-Anne cut her off. “Natalie! Go on. Resume your position. I have not finished inspecting you yet and this is nothing more than Marc and Clair are used to. They will need to look as well.”
Natalie hesitated but after a few seconds of hesitation, she bent back over. “Yes, Ma’am,” she replied shyly as she let out a heavy sigh.
“Marc, go and get the arnica. We need to give my friend some relief.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied as he disappeared towards the bathroom.
Oh, come on. This is getting to be beyond a joke. How come everyone knows about arnica when yesterday she had never even heard of it, Natalie asked herself?
“Clair, come and have a look at this. It looks a lot like yours did recently.”
“Oh yes, Mistress, it certainly does,” Clair replied almost dreamily as Marc returned with the arnica.
Jo-Anne rose and stepped over to Natalie. As she bent over the top of her, she slipped her hand down the front of Natalie’s thong and clamped her hand over her vulva. Huskily she said, “Now, Clair, rub some into poor Natalie’s butt.”
Clair took the cream and immediately applied a dollop to Natalie and began rubbing it all around the bruised sections, which was virtually all of her butt. She was rubbing quite firmly and as she did, Natalie was moving reactively and effectively grinding her vulva against Jo-Anne’s hand. While Natalie did not think she was wet when she first bent over, this treatment of her by Jo-Anne, in front of her two slaves, was having the desired effect. Jo-Anne had noticed, and slipped her middle finger deep inside while continuing to massage Natalie’s vulva.
A soft pleasurable, “Oooohhhhh,” was the only sound Natalie made as Clair completed her task, taking much longer than Natalie knew was really necessary to complete the job. When she finished, Jo-Anne removed her hand. A disappointed, “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” came from Natalie as she stood, noting Jo-Anne’s finger glistening in the light of the room. Jo-Anne resumed her seat, pointing down to the pillows beside her to indicate that Marc and Clair should also resume theirs.
“Natalie, please take a seat. I trust you did not want to simply titillate me with debauched stories of your adventures with Mr. James, although I am more than happy to hear all the juicy details if you wish to share.” She smiled and winked at Natalie.
“Well, I actually wanted to talk with you about slavery, if that makes sense. Things were very intense between us last night and at one stage I addressed Sir James as Master, or he may have addressed me as slave first. No matter who came first, it sent shock waves through me because it just felt so right. Without going into all the minute details, he removed my collar before I left him, giving me the choice about whether to wear it or not. He also told me to seek counsel on where the relationship may proceed from here. So I thought: who better to seek counsel from than a good friend who has two slaves of her own?”
Jo-Anne put her hands on Marc’s and Clair’s heads and looked at Natalie without smiling.
“This is serious and I feel honored that you have sought advice from us. I guess the first things you need to be able to differentiate between are slaves and submissives. The terms are quite often used interchangeably and therefore incorrectly. In my view of the world, a slave is someone who hands over all their rights to their Master or Mistress. They simply obey all the rules and conditions imposed upon them. We will expand on that later. Although you may have noticed me addressing them both as ‘slave’ and they in turn have addressed me as ‘Mistress,’ only one is my slave. The other is my submissive. Look at Marc and Clair. Can you tell which is which?”
Natalie looked down, focusing on Marc, and then on Clair and then back on Marc again, trying to decide.
As she looked back and forth between Marc and Clair, Natalie thought back to her previous visit and what she had seen and experienced there. Remembering how Clair had been tied down - exposed and helpless and totally unable to resist the actions of her Mistress, Natalie made her choice.
“Clair is the slave and Marc is the submissive,” she stated with confidence.
“Hmmmmm. That choice will cost you, Natalie. Firstly, you need to understand that in the legal sense, neither are slaves. Even if they wanted to be and I in turn wanted them to be, they would effective
ly be entering into an illegal contract. Slavery is illegal in every civilized country in the world. However, if someone offers themself to me to totally control in every way, shape, and form with no limitations, it effectively makes them my slave.” Jo-Anne looked down at Marc. “Explain to Natalie where you fit into this life.”
“I exist purely for the pleasure and service of Lady Jo-Anne and anyone else she deems worthy of my services. She keeps me locked in chastity, not that I would ever disrespect her in that way, but it is one of many ways of controlling me and reminding me of my status. I have no rights and more importantly, no safe word. I survive totally at the whim and mercy of my Mistress. I have chosen this life and I am proud to be the slave of my Mistress. She is free to do with me anything of her choosing.”
As she heard the words, Natalie was picturing herself on her knees beside Sir James, having handed over all of her rights and placing herself totally at his mercy. She could feel her nipples hardening and the familiar little flush of arousal between her legs. Without even being consciously aware of it, she crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together as she thought about her potential situation.
“Hmmmm. Can you give me an example of where that level of transference of power and authority has really been pushed?” Natalie asked.
Marc thought about it for a few seconds before responding.
“I have a pathological fear of needles and blood. Soon after becoming Lady Jo-Anne’s slave, I was told that I would be pierced. I was to have a Prince Albert piercing and both of my nipples would also be done. In my previous, life there is simply no way that I would have agreed to this. However, in my current life I had no choice in the matter. Mistress was kind enough to secure me when the piercings were done, even though she made me watch the whole procedure. She held my hands, encouraging me though the whole experience. As difficult as it was, I survived it and it simply served to increase my devotion to her.”
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