Kristin's Demotion

by Lorenzo Marks

  Listening to these sordid words, standing in front of this group of strangers as they surveyed her body, Kristin suddenly felt incredibly dirty.

  “Well,” Shepard said. “It looks as though we can get started now.”

  He added to Kristin, “Are you going to behave?”

  “Yes, Master,” Kristin nodded.

  “Very well.”

  He turned to Ray.

  “As I explained on the phone, I don’t know much about this, and as you can see, Kristin is a total beginner. As you’re the expert, I’d like you to pick out some stuff for us.”

  Ray tore his eyes away from Kristin and stood up.

  “Okay, let’s go choose some equipment,” he said.

  They all followed him over to the first display rack.

  “First thing your slave is going to need is a collar. It serves as a constant reminder to her that she is your property.”

  Kristin, standing timidly at the back of the group watched him hand Henry a loop of shiny, smooth leather about two inches wide.

  “The back can be secured with a padlock,” Ray went on, “and at the front here, is a steel ring where you can attach a leash. In fact, this is a good one right here.”

  He took a chain leash off a hook and held it up.

  “Three feet long, jewel chain, snap ring for quick connects and disconnects.”

  He looked over at Kristin and smiled at her.

  “You’ll look just perfect being led around in that.”

  Kristin mentally shuddered and closed her eyes.

  Ray handed the leash and collar to the youth and they moved on down the aisle to a section marked, ‘Restraints’. Here, Ray selected two sets of leather cuffs.

  “These are for the wrists and these for the ankles,” he said. “Again, both can be padlocked, they have o-ring attachments, and the buckle can be adjusted to fit.”

  As Kristin followed behind the group, she tried to grasp the reality that these items that Ray was describing were intended for her! She started to experience a numbness, as if she were inside a nightmare from which she would soon awaken.

  They were at the ‘Gags and Muzzles’ display now, and Ray was showing Shepard the ball gag she had seen earlier.

  “Classic style, and of course, lockable. Ball is made of hard rubber and two inches in diameter. Guaranteed to keep her quiet.”

  He caught Kristin’s eye and winked at her.

  This is beyond surreal! she thought. He’s casually presenting this vile stuff as if they are kitchen appliances!

  “Now this little beauty, I recommend as well,” he said to Shepard, showing him a contraption that looked, to Kristin, like a relic from the Spanish Inquisition.

  “Blindfold and ball gag trainer combo,” he announced proudly. “Your slave won’t be able to see or speak and the chin strap holds the mouth securely around the ball.”

  He looked around and then said, “Oh yes. How could I forget this?”

  He retrieved another gag, much like the ball gag except this one was fitted with a leather-wrapped o-ring.

  “Fits inside the mouth keeping it open at all times,” he explained. “The ring is one and three-quarter inches wide. Use your imagination and you can have a lot of fun with this. But be warned, she’ll drool a lot.”

  The purchases were beginning to pile up, and to Kristin, this was fast becoming a wicked parody of their earlier jaunt through Amy’s Wardrobe.

  Further along at a rack titled, ‘Whips and Paddles’, Ray selected a thin bamboo cane with a short black handle.

  “If she misbehaves, a few strokes from this will get her back in line,” he said, swishing it through the air with a sound that made Kristin wince.

  “Be careful with it, though,” he said to Shepard. “It delivers one hell of a sting and she’ll probably pass out. If you overdo it, you’ll leave her with welts and you could break the skin.”

  Kristin thought back to the strapping Shepard had given her and cringed inwardly.

  “For variety, I suggest you use this,” Ray said. “A three fork leather tawse. She’ll feel each strip landing separately, I can assure you.”

  Now they moved on to a collection of items that Kristin had seen before. Her roommate at college had once shown her a ‘Rampant Rabbit’ which they had found highly amusing. Kristin wasn’t finding this so funny as they surveyed the extensive range of dildos and vibrators.

  Ray turned to Shepard. “I think you should choose something from here.”

  Shepard walked up and down the selection thoughtfully. Watching from a distance in her inert state, Kristin vaguely registered that unlike the other items, which were designed to restrain and inflict pain, these were sex toys. Once again, even though she had been intellectually bracing herself for some kind of sexual assault, her ego simply refused to accept the possibility.

  Shepard stopped in front of a large red plastic penis.

  “Good choice,” Ray approved. “Eight and a half inch vibrating dong. Ultra powerful, multi-speed, with a one and a quarter inch girth. If that doesn’t get her squealing, I don’t know what will. I’ll throw in the batteries and a couple of bottles of lubricant free.”

  They headed back to the front of the store and the long-haired kid began packing up their purchases. The bill came to over five hundred dollars and again, Kristin was forced to pay with her credit card.

  “That should be enough to get you started,” Ray said, as he escorted them to the door.

  “If you need any tips or instruction, we do conduct classes.”

  “It’s a thought,” Shepard said to him. “I’m sure we’ll be back again.”

  “Look forward to it,” said Ray amiably.

  He turned to Kristin.

  “You be a good slave now, sweetheart. Listen to what your master tells you, and in a few weeks time this will all seem perfectly natural.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  By late afternoon, they were back at Poplar Drive. Henry had made one more stop to pick up some groceries and also some cosmetics for Kristin - Henry making sure that the eye shadow was a garish blue and the lipstick, bright red and glossy.

  Now he sat on his couch waiting for Kristin to unload the goods in the kitchen. When she was done, she came back into the living room and stood before him, remembering to place her hands behind her head.

  She looks tired, Henry thought, but then she has good reason. She’s been through a steep learning curve today.

  It had been stressful for him too, because he had not been entirely convinced that he would win, especially when she had fled from the bondage store. He had sat there waiting, pretending to be calm, even as with every passing second, a dreadful churning sensation had grown in his guts. When she had come back inside, he had felt like hugging her.

  He sipped on a cold beer while she stood on unsteady legs and stared dully into space. He wondered if she too, was once again considering how far she was prepared to go.

  “You may sit on the floor and lower your arms,” Henry said.

  Wearily, Kristin flopped down, tucking her legs under her. She had lost that defiant spark in her eyes.

  “We won’t stay up too late tonight because you have to go to work tomorrow,” Henry informed her.

  “Master,” she said. “Am I to sleep here again tonight?”

  “Of course,” Henry replied. “You are my slave, remember?”

  “But, Master, my briefcase is in my apartment and I haven’t prepared for my Monday morning meeting with Brian.”

  It was interesting, Henry thought, that her thinking was still geared towards her career. Then again, this was only the first day.

  “Don’t worry about that. I’m about to tell you how your meeting with Brian is to go.”

  She looked at him anxiously.

  “No, it’s not about ABACUS,” he said. “I told you, we have a deal and I’m a man of my word. But here is what is going to happen tomorrow. We’re going int
o the office together…”

  A look of alarm registered on Kristin’s face.

  “… and I am going to wait in reception, while you go in to see Brian. Then you’re going to tell him that you’ve had second thoughts about my dismissal. You’re going to say that you made a mistake, that you underestimated my value to the company and that you would like to reinstate me.”

  He watched her closely for a reaction but she merely lowered her lovely hazel eyes to the floor.

  “I know that will be a bit embarrassing for you, but surely it will be nothing compared to what you have been through this weekend,” Henry added.

  He thought a moment, then said, “You will also recommend that I receive my own office. The empty one next to yours. I’m sure Brian will be only too happy to oblige. I know how easy it is for you to bend him to your will. Now, have you understood everything I have just said?”

  “Yes, Master,” Kristin sighed forlornly.

  “Good. Now back to our little arrangement.”

  He nodded to the cluster of shopping bags on the living room floor.

  “Bring me those and put them on the coffee table.”

  Kristin did as she was told and Henry emptied out their purchases.

  “I need to select some suitable household attire for your initial training period,” Henry said, as he sifted through the pile of clothes and bondage gear.

  “Ah!” He held up a miniature black g-string. “Not exactly winter wear, but it will do.”

  “Turn around and put it on,” he said, flinging it across to her. He watched as she stepped into the scanty item and pulled it up under the dress.

  “Now take off the dress. It’s starting to smell of piss,” he said.

  He saw her shoulders stiffen at that remark, but then she caught hold of the hem of the tight garment and wriggled out of it.

  “Turn and face me,” he said.

  Kristin turned slowly, her hands covering her breasts. Wearing just the stilettos and g-string she was a sight to behold, but for Henry, one more item was required.

  “Come to me and kneel down,” he instructed.

  Kristin walked uncertainly towards him and knelt by the side of the couch, her arms still crossed in front of her.

  Henry picked up the leather collar, put it around her neck and secured it with the padlock. It was a snug fit and Henry asked her, “Can you breathe okay?”

  Kristin nodded, although her breathing rate had quickened, and her cheeks had turned a light shade of pink.

  “Stand over there and face me.”

  She resumed her position in front of him, still covering herself.

  He found it both amusing and arousing that she was fighting to preserve her modesty to the last, but the time had come to tear off another strip of her dignity.

  “Alright, Kristin,” he said. “I want you to put your hands behind your head. That was, if you remember, a rule.”

  She had been staring at a point above his head, but now she looked him in the eye as if she too, realized that she had reached another point of no return. Seconds passed and still Kristin didn’t move.

  Henry shook his head slowly, picked the bamboo cane up off the table, and whipped it through the air tentatively.

  Kristin’s eyes widened and her lips parted with a small gasp of surprise. Then, tantalizingly slowly, as if they had been glued into place, she removed her hands from her breasts and clamped them behind her head.

  Henry sat back and stared happily. All weekend he had been catching glimpses of Kristin’s tits, but now they were finally here on display in all their glory. They seemed to defy gravity, with her nipples, the color of milk chocolate, jutting outward and upward.

  He allowed his eyes to travel up and down the length of her body, taking in the six-inch heels, the tiny triangle of fabric covering her pussy, and the shiny new collar encircling her neck. He let her remain in position, savoring her agony.

  Everything was falling into place. The unobtainable Kristin Hartman was slowly, but surely, yielding to his will. Two days ago, he could not possibly have imagined in his wildest dreams that she would be standing here topless before him.

  But if she thought she had plumbed new depths then her waking nightmare was about to get worse.

  Henry came around from behind the table with the bamboo cane in his hand and stood inches in front of her. He saw that she was shaking slightly.

  “Look into my eyes,” he said.

  She looked at him with mounting terror. Her musky scent made him want to kiss those splendid nipples, but he gained a measure of control and said, “Bend over.”

  Emitting a little tiny mewl of despair, Kristin bent forward at the waist, keeping her hands behind her head. Her breasts swung freely below her and the twin globes of her perfect ass stuck out behind her.

  But Henry was not yet done.

  “Spread your legs,” he said. They had gone through this routine once before of course, but this time it seemed much more intense.

  Kristin opened her legs wider, struggling to maintain the awkward position, and Henry stood back to survey the spectacular view she presented to him. The g-string was no more than a thin vertical line running between her taut buttocks, which then spread out into a tiny vee, just about covering her bulging mons.

  “You’ve been a difficult girl today,” Henry said, barely able to conceal the excitement in his voice. “Running off like that. Pestering me about having to pee. Speaking without permission. I have to say, I’m disappointed with you. Still, maybe the cane will help you to remember the rules.”

  Mindful of Ray’s admonishment, he didn’t put too much power into the first strike, but even so, the bamboo landed across Kristin’s cheeks with a loud crack.

  Kristin cried out and her head snapped up, causing her naked breasts to quiver. Even such a light stroke had left a faint red line embedded in her soft skin. He landed another blow, a little lower than the last, and slightly harder.

  “Aah!” Kristin screamed, shaking her head from side to side and biting her lip. “It hurts!”

  “No complaining!” Henry shouted, imparting the third stroke a little harder than he intended.

  This time Kristin shrieked at the top of her lungs and put her right leg forward to steady herself. She expelled a sob and her shoulders began to shake.

  Christ, Ray was right, thought Henry. This thing must be painful!

  He leaned closer to inspect her tortured rump where a nasty crimson welt was surfacing. Kristin was breathing heavily through her nose now and keeping her mouth clamped shut.

  Henry delivered the fourth stroke too low, catching her across the tops of the thighs and again, Kristin was unable to prevent a howl of anguish escaping her lips as she staggered forward.

  By the time the cane whipped across her ass cheeks for the fifth time, Kristin was crying openly and it was a wail of utter torment. Henry knew she’d had enough, but he was unable to prevent himself from landing a final stinging blow.

  Kristin’s knees buckled and she collapsed onto the carpet, sobbing uncontrollably.

  Henry stood over her brandishing the cane like a sword. She looked so small and vulnerable curled up on the floor, gingerly touching her burning buttocks and looking up at him reproachfully with tear-filled eyes.

  Henry put down the cane and got himself under control.

  “Can you stand?” he asked her.

  Kristin nodded and tentatively, she got to her feet. There was a string of snot hanging from her nose and her cheeks were wet with tears. To Henry’s delight, she remembered to put her hands behind her head as her bare breasts rose and fell with each shuddering intake of breath.

  Henry came up to her and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. Then he pinched her nostrils to clear away the dangling mucous.

  “Go up to the bedroom,” he told her, “take off your shoes, and lay face down on the bed.”

  Henry went into the kitchen, opened the refrige
rator and filled a glass with ice cubes, the adrenaline still racing through his veins.

  Upstairs, Kristin was lying on the bed as he had ordered, sniffing into the pillow with her raw and battered rear end on view. Henry sat down next to her, studying the deliciously undulating curves of her sore and swollen ass.

  He took one of the ice cubes and touched her left buttock with it, causing her to breathe in sharply. Gently he traced little circles over her tender skin, cooling and soothing, then moving over to the other cheek and continuing until the ice cube had melted. He repeated the process until the glass was empty and Kristin’s behind glistened in the lamplight. All the time she lay perfectly still, pressing her face into the pillow.

  Henry gazed at the soles of her feet, her smooth legs, and the little dimples in the small of her back. She was, quite obviously, an object of indescribable beauty, and for now at least, she was certainly prepared, if not willing, to submit to his demands.

  He was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had unnerved himself at how severely he had thrashed her, but at the same time, he had been unprepared for the intense pleasure and arousal it had given him.

  His intention had been to let her fall asleep, because she was clearly mentally and physically drained, but there she was, Kristin Hartman, wearing nothing but a g-string and a slave collar, lying on his bed. He felt a warm rush to his loins and his self-restraint finally caved in.

  “Kristin,” he said quietly.

  “Hmm?”

  She must have been drifting off to sleep.

  “Go and shower.”

  Drowsily, she lifted herself up onto all fours, giving him a side view of her pendulous breasts, and he watched as she padded across to the bathroom. He waited for the sound of the water running and then he took off his clothes. This would be her first time to see him naked, and the thought of it intensified his erection.

  He went over and tried the bathroom door. Naively - or maybe she was just accepting the inevitable - she hadn’t locked it. The bathroom was full of steam and he could make out her shape behind the glass shower screen. He saw that the g-string was hanging on the towel rack and, his heart quickening, Henry slid the screen back. Kristin whirled around, covering her breasts and pubic area and shrank back against the wall. Her eyes dropped momentarily to his jutting cock and then she looked fixedly back at his face. Her big eyes said it all. This was the moment she had been dreading all along.