by Alan Horn
She replied, "I hope so."
We waited a long time. We didn't whisper any more.
Master came through the front door and smiled when he saw us. I smiled at him. I had been thinking about sex for a long time. I had made Stan feel much pleasure and I had enjoyed it too. But I wasn't able to climax just from sucking him off. I wanted my own climax. I wanted a man in me. I had been thinking about being fucked hard ever since I locked myself to this ring. I kept my knees spread wide and on the soft cushion, I was just able to rub my new rings against it. I couldn't do it hard, but the slow, subtle motion I was able to manage was just enough. I was beginning to think I was going to make it when Master came through the door.
It was a new ballgame. My Master was here and I was so horny I was ready to burst. I blurted out, "Oh Master. Please take me. I need you so much. Please take me now."
Master still smiling, said, "Emily, you know you are not to speak without permission. You must be hot and horny. Does submission excite you?"
I replied, "Oh yes, Master. I feel so hot just knowing I am completely helpless. I want to pleasure you. I need a hard fucking. Please Master."
Master asked, "How about you Denise? How do you feel?"
Denise said, "Master I too need you. Only you. Please take me. I will make you so happy."
Master walked to Denise and unlocked her from the floor ring. I was dismayed. Astonished. But I need you, Master. Don't make me stay here? Alone. Please Master.
Master stopped and turned to me, Denise's leash in his hand. He said, Remember not to speak without permission, next time." He led Denise out of the room. I cried. Great silent sobs. I was so horny. I was in anguish. I couldn't do anything about it but wait. I subsided. Maybe later. I had been bad. I was being punished. I would rather have been whipped. I needed to be fucked, hard.
Master and Denise were gone a long time. When Master returned he was leading Denise. He was smiling. She looked like the cat that ate the canary. She looked well fucked. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were shiny. She wasn't being led so much as keeping close to Master and trying to rub against him as he walked. I saw the sheen of her love juices trickling in rivulets down her thighs. I saw that her bottom was bright red. She had been spanked or whipped hard. Damn her lovely eyes.
Master unlocked me from the floor ring and led us both into the dining room.
We were told to kneel on either side of the chair at the head of the table. Our tethers clipped to rings on the legs of the table. Our Master sat in the chair between us. A woman brought in trays of food that smelled delicious. She looked at us with some interest, but did not address us. Master said, "girls, this is Marie, my chef. She has whip rights over you and is your mistress. You will obey her in all things. Clear?"
We both said, "Yes, Master," and looked at Marie.
Master said, "Now introduce yourselves to Marie,"
I said, "Mistress, I am Emily. I will obey you."
Denise said, "Mistress, I am Denise. I will serve you well."
Marie did not say anything, just turned and left the room.
Master ate a few bites then held his fork, with a piece of meat on it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he thrust the bite inside. I closed my teeth on the bite and he removed the fork. I chewed while he watched me. This was good. It tasted like chicken with a berry sauce. There was a hint of truffle in it. Marie was a great cook, even if she didn't appreciate naked slaves in her dining room. After I swallowed, I said, "Thank you, Master, that was delicious."
He said, "You are welcome, Emily."
Then he cut another piece of meat and held it to Denise's mouth. She also carefully took and ate the piece. She said, "Thank you, my Master."
He said, " You are welcome, Denise. Girls, when I feed you, only thank me at the end of the meal, please. Endless repetition gets tiresome without purpose."
We both said, "Yes, Master."
He fed us each a few more bites of vegetables, salad, risotto with gorgonzola , more chicken. Between bites we talked.
"Girls," he asked, "What are your favorite recreational activities?"
Denise said, "Master, I like hiking in the woods and going to movies."
I said, "I enjoy shopping, eating out, and hiking also, Master."
Master said, "Excellent, I enjoy hiking also. We will go on some walks."
"Master," I said, Won't our chains make that hard for us?"
He smiled and said, "I did not say we would walk fast, we will walk at an easy pace for you considering your restraints. I will enjoy watching you walk in them in the woods."
"Yes, Master," I said.
After dinner, Master took us to a bedroom on the second floor. It was set up for us to sleep in. There were two beds and two short tables and everything was bolted to the floor. A door opened to an adjoining bathroom. It had a toilet, a bidet, a big shower and two dressing tables filled with lotions and cosmetics. A large mirror lined the wall above the dressing table. I noticed there were sturdy rings on the walls every three feet or so.
Master asked if either of us needed to use the facilities. I said, "Yes, Master."
He led me over to the toilet and waited. I was embarrassed, but I sat and eventually peed. I stood and he wiped me.
He said, "No need to be embarrassed. I own this body now, not you. Its bodily functions will be public from now on. Which reminds me. I won't have time to take care of your bodily functions most of the time. All the staff have other duties, to which your use and care will just be an interesting diversion. So, I have hired a 'Governess' to take care of you. You may also think of her as your keeper. She will take care of you when I'm busy. She will ensure you get enough exercise and learn everything required of you. She will be here tomorrow."
My face must have shown my concern. A woman to take care of us. Denise and I look like what master wanted, sex toys. What will she think of us. Under her control. We are absolutely helpless. What will she do to us. Oh. My. God. How can I possibly convey my horror to Master. He won't know what depths a woman will go to impugn another woman! Especially one she looks down on. And every woman will look down on me. On us.
Master said, "You look terrified, Emily. Don't worry about Frau Gruener. She is highly recommended, and she is familiar with the needs of women kept in bondage such as you and Denise. I found her delightfully entertaining."
Oh, my. How can she be 'familiar with women kept in bondage?' I thought we were, sort of 'unique.' There must be other women like me somewhere in the world. How interesting.
Master took us back into the bedroom and removed the chains from our collars. He left our hands locked to the back of our waistbands, so we were quite helpless. He went to one of the tables and took an electronic pad and remote out of its drawer. He said, "there is one of these readers for each of you. They are loaded with many books. The remotes will let you control them with your hands secured. There is a stand in the drawer to hold the readers. You may use the readers when in this room. You are not allowed to use any of the furniture without express permission. You may lay, kneel, or stand on the floor or your bed. That is all. There are blankets for use only when sleeping. They must be neatly folded during the day. If you cover yourselves with them they will be taken away. I will come back later." He left the room and closed the door. Only then did I notice there was no doorknob on the inside of the door.
I walked to the window and looked out over the lawn and forest. There was a fine metal grill over the outside of the window. I walked over to Denise and asked, "which side do you want?"
She said, "doesn't matter. They look identical. I'll take this one," and clattered to one table. She opened the drawer and looked in. "Just like Master said," she said and closed the drawer. "Two days ago I answered an ad that sounded wonderful. Lots of money in return for sex and submission for a year. All expenses paid. Now, look at us. Naked, chained hand and foot. Collared and ringed. locked in a comfy prison cell. Awaiting Frau Gruener to be our 'Governess.' I expect a large, no nonse
nse battleaxe with a taste for corporal punishment. We can sure choose them."
Thoughtfully, I replied, "Yes, this may be a bad decision. Our only choice is to tell Master we want out. I'm not ready for that yet. I don't mind the chains and rings. I think they make both of us look erotic. Except for your hands, they don't stop us from doing everything we always have. I enjoyed Stan a lot and I would like someone to take me as soon as possible. The night's not over yet. I'm going to wait and see about Frau Gruener tomorrow.
I looked at Denise and said, "Do you remember the first time you went to a video shoot.?
Denise looked up and replied, "Yes, vaguely. Why?"
"I was scared and embarrassed, I said, " I had never done anything like that before. I needed the money so I signed up, thinking I was going to have sex with a good looking guy and get paid. But when I got there, there were a dozen people, men and women more worried about the lighting than sex. The performers, me, mostly sat around for hours while this mob kept rearranging things. Finally, my shot took ten minutes. Then I was told to come back in two days and we would finish it."
"Yeah," said Denise, " me too. I thought I was going to be the center of action. The star. It was such a letdown I almost didn't come back. I called the director and said I didn't think this was for me. He told me I had signed a contract and he would sue me for all the wasted time of the crew, So I went back, and here I am."
"OK," I said," so I felt the videos were not real, just a way for the cast and crew to play a game and the marks would pay for it. No harm, nothing really happened anyway, right?"
Denise replied, "Yeah, I guess that's right. Just playing. What's your point?"
"Now look at us," I said, "This is real. We are wearing chains that keys don't open. We have been pierced and rings locked in our bodies. I think this is the real world I expected when I went to my first shoot. I always though of myself as easy to get along with. Now I think of myself as a submissive, a natural slave. Is a few pounds of metal all it takes to change a woman into a slave? I'm not complaining. I love this, but why didn't anyone tell me about this?"
Denise agreed, "You're right about this feeling real. I hope this isn't a dream I wake up from. I feel at home with these chains. It is the life I expected when I wanted to be a bondage model. But that wasn't real. This is. I keep pulling against my bonds, not to actually get loose, but to reassure myself that they are real. The only worry I have is knowing that I can end it all by just saying I'M done. I don't want this to end, but I'm afraid in a moment of weakness I might kill it. Now, after going this far, I want to tell Master that I want my contract changed so I have to stick it out for the whole year."
I replied, " I like that, Denise. We can ask when we see him again." We fell silent and turned to the pads.
Denise and I were kneeling on the floor reading when the door opened and Master entered. He said, "Emily, come." I stood up, backed up to the table and laid the remote on it. I went to him. "Stand up straight, arch your back, spread your legs as wide as possible. Thrust your breasts out, and look straight ahead." I did as ordered and he reached up to my face and clipped a light chain leash to my nose ring, startling me. I hoped it was just for decoration.
He said, "Let's take a walk." He led me out the door and closed it behind us. He led me down the stairs and out into the back yard. It was a warm night and the stars were bright. He led me around the grounds, showing me the pool, sauna, gardens. He told me to walk beside him and he slowed his pace to match my hobbled one. The path led through some sparse trees and I could see the lights of the city, far away. He stopped me and walked around to face me. Without a word, he kissed me gently. I liked his touch and taste. I opened my mouth and leaned against his chest, just a little... He put his fingers on my nose ring and lifted it out of the way. His kiss deepened and his tongue explored my mouth. He tasted good. I snuggled closer, trying to make groin contact. I wish I had use of my hands. I fluttered them uselessly in their bonds. He noticed and took my hands in his, pulling our loins together. We held that kiss for a long time. My belly was spasming and I was aroused. I hoped he would take me soon. I moaned when he broke the kiss.
I wanted to speak, to beg him to take me there on the grass. But I was silent. I had learned today that he would not tolerate any rule breaking.
He said, "Let's go in. I have more to show you inside," and he turned toward the house. I followed close to save my nose, but mainly to stay close, indeed, to my master.
He took me to a room I had not seen before. It was full of equipment, but not exercise equipment. He led me to a strange shaped bench or stool or table. It was covered in brown leather. He had me go to the low end spread my ankle chain tight then, one foot at a time slide the chain under a protruding ledge. Shortly there came a snap and he stopped me. I felt the snap through my anklets and assumed my feet were latched in place. Then I spread my knees wide around the end of the thing. It stuck out from the end and was oval in cross section. He laid me face down on the top. It was shoulder width but short, coming only as far as the top of my waistband. It had cutouts for my breasts which hung down freely. My neck nestled in a semicircular indentation in a raised lip on the far end. After I was down, He lowered a matching top that locked my head in place. I realized that I was perfectly placed for him to use any of my holes and/or whip my ass. I hoped he would fuck me silly. I was ready. I had been ready for hours.
I couldn't see anything and then I felt soft fingers on my nipples. Both of them. They were already rock hard from the rings moving in them. This was exquisite torture. He was touching my nipples gently and my cunt was throbbing and juicing. I could feel the moisture forming and starting to run down my labia lips. I was getting really wet. I needed to be fucked. Then the ghostly fingers left my nipples. Suddenly My ass was on fire. I heard Master say, "Time for you punishment, Emily." I heard the swish of a whip and felt the fiery stripes land on my ass. I received twenty stripes. I was sobbing. There was a long pause. I stopped sobbing and wondered what would happen next.
Master said, "Punishment's over." Then I heard the smack of a hard hand spanking me. And another. Wait, punishment's over. You said. He continued swatting me, but more gently. My ass was on fire and I now wanted him to continue spanking me. I could feel my climax approaching. It changed. He rubbed my pussy for a moment then spanked me again. Just two swats, then back to my pussy. I was getting close, so close. He thrust his finger inside me. My muscles clamped down and tried to pull him in further, but couldn't. He thrust in and out and I came with a scream.. He kept spanking me, not hard, but, my god, the pleasure. I couldn't stop coming. I climaxed over and over as he spanked me. Then the spanking stopped. Just for a moment I thought he was done with me. I was so wrong. His cock thrust into my pussy. It was so much bigger than his fingers. I thought it would split me in two. I squealed, it was so intense. I came again, much stronger than before. It was heaven. I couldn't think. I wanted to tell my master how much I loved him. How much I loved being his property. How I never wanted my year to end. How he could tear up my contract, I just wanted him to keep me and control me. I loved my submission. But I couldn't speak. I couldn't remember how to form words. I could only moan. Finally, I was able to say, "Master..." I must have fainted for when I opened my eyes, there was sunshine coming in the window.
Master said, "Good morning, Emily. Sleep well?"
I was able to croak, "Good morning, Master. May I go to the bathroom?"
He released me and took me upstairs. He let me in my room . I saw Denise was not there. He took off the leash, released my hands and said," Use the bathroom. Clean up. Make yourself beautiful. Hurry. I will be back in a half hour.
I went in the bathroom, saw that my ass was just as red as Denise's had been last night. I worked quickly. I washed my hair, lathered my body and rinsed. Three Minutes. Shaved my legs, underarms and pussy. Eight Minutes. Toweled my body and hair. Nine Minutes. Dried my hair. Eleven Minutes. Used the toilet. Twelve Minutes. Brushed my teeth. Fourteen Minutes.
Plucked my eyebrows and lashes. Sixteen Minutes. Did my face. Nineteen Minutes. Applied lipstick. Twenty one Minutes. Put rouge on nipples and pussy. Twenty Two Minutes. Polished my rings and chains. Twenty Four Minutes. Applied perfume. Twenty Six Minutes. Brushed my hair. Twenty Nine Minutes. Went to bedroom. Knelt facing the door, knees wide, back arched, palms together at the small of my back, smile. Thirty Minutes. And the door opened.
Master smiled at me. "Good girl. Right on time. Stand up." He locked my hands behind me and put the leash back on my nose ring and led me downstairs. I was hungry and hoped breakfast was waiting.
Chapter 6 - Frau Gruener
Master took me to the dining room and the wonderful smell of breakfast filled the air. My mouth was watering. It dried up as soon as I entered the room. Denise was kneeling facing the back wall, close to it. The table was set for two and there was a strange woman seated at one of the places. She stood as we entered. Master said, Frau Gruener, this is Emily. Emily, this is your governess, Frau Gruener. You may greet her.
Frau Gruener was about my age. She was svelte and it looked like she got her clothes from Italy. They were elegant. Her hair was in a French twist and she wore expensive jewelry. She was not the German battle ax I had anticipated. She looked confident. "Mistress, I am Emily, a slave. Command me." and I knelt.
Frau Gruener said, "John, she is well trained. I thought you told me you only acquired her yesterday?"
"She is a natural slave and received a little, informal training before yesterday. You will make her better." He handed her my leash.
She used the leash to pull my head up. She ran her fingers over my collar, then my rings. "John, this collar and her rings. They are fine work. The seams are almost invisible and the closures are invisible. The metal looks like aluminum but the color is a little different.
"Yes, Stan is an artist as well as a craftsman. These are all fashioned from titanium."
"But her rings, I have never seen anything so beautiful that also screams control. How are they made?"
