by Alan Horn
Dr. Benoit interjected, “Government approval hinged on danger and escape being minimized. These restraints are the least agreed to by all parties. The rings are another matter. The nose ring is the one that any passerby would notice and increase her chance of apprehension. The other rings are there to give her master easy control and to stimulate her sexual arousal. Any movement causes the heavy rings to move and they are all placed in areas of great sensitivity.”
“Julia,” the Doctor asked, “ what effect do your rings have on you?”
I replied, without moving, “Whenever I move they wiggle and cause me to get hot. My nipples get hard and erect, my belly churns and my love juices lubricate my pussy, Master.” And its true. When they started to pierce me I feared they would always hurt. Now I know its just the opposite. They hurt if pulled or turned too much, but the heat I feel is magnificent. It makes my insides turn soft and hot. I want a man's hands on my rings all the time.
“So, Julia, are you glad you wear them?” asked the Doctor.
“Yes, Master,” I responded, “I love how they make me feel. I am embarrassed when my masters use them to control me, but even then, they make me hot.”
Jack noticed the red stripes on my bottom and asked me how I got them.
"Master," I explained, "The marks are from my morning whipping." It was delicious. I wish this Master Jack would whip me then fuck me senseless.
"Every morning?" Jack asked, looking at Sir Robert.
"Yes, Jack," replied Sir Robert. "Per the Doctor's recommendation, I whip Julia every morning. As I understand it, the whipping continues her conditioning and reinforces her training. Julia seems to enjoy it even more than I do. Of course I whip her hard if she requires correction or punishment."
"Pardon my ignorance Doctor," said Jack. "Whipping Julia gives her and the one whipping her pleasure?"
The Doctor studied Jack for a moment, then said "I was also surprised to learn about whipping girls. When a man or woman whips a girl, it can give pleasure to both the girl and the one using the whip. I thought it was a story created by men to justify cruel treatment of women. Conditions in the asylum are such that women often deserve punishment. I tested this theory on some women who agreed to a test. I substituted a few strokes of a small whip for a more serious punishment they had earned. Here is what I learned:
1. A whipped girl will feel a sharp sting from the each stroke. The girl will scream and beg for mercy. It will seem unbearable, but they are much more durable than they think.
2. If the strokes are light, the pain will lessen and change to a general feeling of heat in the whole bottom. If hard, they will feel like single strokes. In either case she will scream, plead for mercy, moan and cry. Her labia will be well lubricated. In both cases, the sounds she makes are like those of orgasm. Sometimes she will beg for more.
3. Continuing the whipping will bring the girl to the brink of orgasm and she will beg for sexual release. The girl will feel submissive and will beg to to submit to their Master. If you stop whipping her now, she will remain in a state of arousal and sexual frustration for several hours.
4. If you stimulate her labia, even a little, she will orgasm. The longer you keep her frustrated, the greater her orgasm will become.
5. If you wait too long, her ardor will subside, but she can be brought to the brink again by another stroke. Or as little as a single stroke of a finger on her labia.
6. The person whipping the girl will feel powerful, in total control and aroused. It does not matter whether the whipper is male or female. Everyone loves whipping a girl. I did not find that with men. .
Also, note that a girl's bottom is well padded to accept the strokes of a whip, paddle, hand, etc. If you whip her hard enough to break the skin, infection and scarring may result, so I do not recommend it. If you find it useful, you may also whip other parts of the girl's body . The stomach, back, thighs, labia, breasts all respond to stimulation of any sort. The lower back has several internal organs close to the skin do avoid this area.
She can be whipped in any position but I prefer her standing with her hands fastened over her head. She will jump and squirm, lift her body of the ground and jump around. She will scream and plead. The pain causes no lasting damage and enhances her obedience. It is a very pleasant exercise for all parties. Later she will often ask to be whipped to regain the sexual high she experienced."
The Doctor continued, "Whipping a girl, if done correctly, brings pleasure to both parties. I recommend whipping your girl every morning. It is pleasant for both of you. It reinforces her conditioning. It also reassures her that the decision to give her both pain and pleasure is yours alone to make. It helps her to remain submissive all day and it reinforces her sense of place. I have found it improves my girl's behavior if I take her to the brink of orgasm but deny her release. She becomes more eager to please and much more submissive. Men can recover from a denied release pretty easily, but not women. Their hunger for release grows stronger with time."
Sir Robert said, "Jack, you still seem skeptical, so let's ask Julia." "Julia, you were whipped this morning, correct?"
"Yes, Master."
"How many strokes did you get?"
"About five, Master, I was not counting." And I wasn't either. I always go all dreamy after one or two strokes. After that its just a continual warming of my pussy and ass.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, Master, I loved it. I'm always sore after, but it makes me so hot I almost burst, then when I come, I almost faint, its so intense."
"Would you like Mr. Hedley to whip you now?"
"Oh, yes Master, please sir," she said, turning to Jack. I mean it, please, please. I will be especially affectionate afterwards.
Jack felt his semi erection turn into a full blown, rock hard, spear. He said, "Not yet dear, I'm not ready."
I pouted my lips, and said, "Yes, Master." Rats.
“Rene,” said Jack, "It seems that whipping a slave is enjoyed by both parties. So, how does one discipline a slave? Certainly not by whipping her?”
“Oh a good, hard whipping does cause the slave considerable pain,” said the Doctor. “Just don't allow her to reach orgasm. Don't physically stimulate her cunt. There are several other ways to punish her. Tie her elbows together. They hate this. Run a tight cord from the rear ring of her belt to the front ring, making sure it penetrates her vagina and is tight. A favorite of the trainers is a small spring clip. Here's one,” handing a small chrome clip to Jack. It was tiny, only about a half inch in any direction. “Just place it on a nipple, nose, earlobe, clit, labia lip- your choice. With her hands locked behind her, she can't reach any of those places. A girl wearing one or more of those will be manageable and obedient. Try it on Julia if Sir Robert approves.”
Oh no, not those beastly clips. They pinch and sting and I think my nipples will fall off, but they never do. Oh, Master, please don't do this to me. I've been good. Of course, Masters can do anything they want to a slave and we can't complain. I'll even have to smile and hold still if he puts those evil things on me. And smile. Curse.
Sir Robert said, “Of course. It causes no harm, just a little pain.”
A "little" pain. It feels like I will die. Curse twice. And fucking smile.
Jack went to Julia and placed the opened clip on her left nipple and let it close.
I winced and with a strained smile said, “Thank you, Master.” Damn, I forgot just how much it hurts. I think I want my nipple to fall off! The pain was an intense, mind numbing needle driven straight through my breast. As an interrogation technique it was excellent. I couldn't make a coherent lie. It was all I could do to tell the truth. Damn, it hurts.
Jack said, “Julia, I have a few questions. When I finish, I may remove our little friend from your nipple, if I think you have spoken the complete truth.”
Master Jack questioned me for at least an hour. I told him in many ways that that I was happy as Sir Robert's sex slave and had no desire to change. He said, “Tha
nk you Julia, would you like the clip removed from your nipple?
The pain in my nipple had turned into a dull, throbbing pain. It radiated up into my head and down to my belly at every breath I took.“ Oh, yes, Master, please,” I moaned.
Master Jack opened the clip, watching my face.
When it was removed, I cried out loud, “Thank you Master, Thank you.” I took a chance and leaned forward and kissed Master Jack's hand. The pain changed to a small island of hurt centered on my nipple as blood returned.
“Dr. Benoit, Sir Robert”, Jack said, “I believe your program benefits everyone involved. But I do not understand why you want me to involved. I am not as wealthy as Sir Robert and his peers, I am younger than them, and I have a wife. My situation is different.”
"Jack, we want you in the program for two reasons. You've heard the first. Now that you understand some details, there is a problem we want you to tackle. You saw the precision with which Julia's chains and rings fit. All that work is by hand. She is a work of art, not industry, and setting her up is too expensive.
We want you to find a way to fit these girls with the same items as Julia at a fraction of the time and cost. You have made a business of automating industrial processes all your life. What we need now is a machine in every village. It must be operated by the local blacksmith and it must fit a girl with the rings and chains of a slave.
We believe that if you can do this , you will become wealthy and enjoy worldwide sales of your product. Dr. Benoit's program can improve the happiness of women everywhere. It will improve the lives of men and women. It will decrease the cost of government, and will receive the full blessing of the church. Dr. Benoit will find them, I will train them, and you can equip them. Take the girl, study her bonds and rings, and find a way to fit a girl for few pounds.
"By the way, Jack," said Dr. Benoit, "I think I have the perfect girl for you. We will start her training soon. She is Regina, your former wife."
"What?" said Jack, "have you enslaved her just to get me in your program?"
The Doctor replied, “ No, we did not know about your relation until she had already entered the program. She was using her maiden name when she killed her lover. After your divorce she took a job in Sir Robert's factory office. She became angry and depressed. Just after Christmas last she attacked her lover with a knife, killing him. She arrived at my asylum.
I examined her and determined she fits the same pattern of behavior we have discussed. Yet, with one other condition: she is fixed on you as the central person in her life. She thinks that her purpose in life is to repair the damage she has caused. She talks of how she hurt you and the amends she longs to make. I am convinced that a placement with you has the best chance to make her happy and keep her out of the asylum."
"Mr. Hedley," said the Doctor, " I believe her recovery is dependent on her making her behavior up to you. Whether you think that is necessary or not. If you don't accept her, I doubt she will ever be happy or entirely sane again. Keep this a secret also from your wife. You may want to keep your former relationship with Regina secret from Anna , but I'm sure it will get out. Regina will not be able to lie to Anna. I think things will go better if Anna finds this out soon so doesn't have time to brood over it."
I was motionless. Obviously the men did not care that I heard their conversation. I could see why. I was not allowed to talk to anyone outside of the house. Heck, I wasn't even taken outside unless on a leash. They had nothing to fear from me speaking to anyone. Thinking about it I wanted them to succeed. I wanted every woman in the world to be as happy as me! If all the other women were like me then there would be no reason I couldn't talk to them or even have them as friends. I doubt my master would let me walk about unsupervised, chains or no. I wanted to talk to another woman, which would only happen with other slaves. 'Yes, Master.' gets boring, no matter how much I mean it.
As Jack sat through his long ride home his thoughts returned often to Julia. She had been in Sir Robert's home for ten months. Anna and I have been married more than a year. Anna is wonderful and I love her as much now as ever. Still, things could be better for us. They say marriage is a long string of compromises. The worst thing about having a wife in your house is that they don't respect any space there as yours. She is always changing furniture, art, rugs, even putting flowers in my office. They respect nothing. They take over your life and drag strangers into your house for 'parties.' They drag you to more 'parties' at someone else's house. They donate your hard earned money to 'good causes' you never knew about or care about.
Sir Robert has none of that with Julia. She is the perfect woman for him. She knows no one else, never brings anyone into his home, always wants sex, is beautiful and naked. She's always happy, sexy, cheerful and grateful for his companionship. They both get great pleasure when he whips her. Hell, she wants to be whipped all the time. I should have taken her up on the offer. She was as playful and sexy as a mink with her tail on fire. How could life be any better? Why did we ever allow women their freedom. As partners in a marriage, all they do is try to change you to what they like. I love Anna, but I wish she behaved more like Julia. What would life be like if Anna was obedient and loving all the time. I probably would not get any work done. I don't think I'd mind. Certainly it wouldn't affect me at work, at least not much. Hell, I don't have to work at home. That's why I employ Stevens and all the rest.
I wonder if Anna would consider... No. Not a chance. At least until she has met Regina. If Regina is as happy as Julia, maybe it will rub off on Anna. Even if Anna balks, Dr. Benoit seems to have control over who gets in his program. Having two slave girls in the house might be even better than one. At least they could keep each other company when I was away. This needs some thought and a plan. I'll need to get all Anna's measurements. I need to get her to Sir Robert's party.
I have to get my design teams working on a 'Slave Machine' without them knowing what its for. I'll split the job up so no one team knows the final result. John's team can work on a way to extract the exact shape needed for a cuff. Perhaps I can tell him to find a way to get the shape of a foot just by visual or tactile examination. As if we're are looking for a way to make a pair of shoes while the customer waits. OK, its thin, but that'll do for a cover story.
Next, Maurice can start finding a way to measure, cut, bend, and rivet high quality steel bars. They will have to fit a string of shapes. He won't ask why. He just loves a challenge. Doesn't care a whit whether it makes money. But I bet he'll find a way. He's a magician with metals. OK, its a start. I'll write these instructions down and flush them out when I get home. I can't wait to see what Anna has changed while I've been away.
How I would like to open my door and find Anna kneeling, naked and chained with her rings shining. Helpless and needy, wanting my love and unable to speak or move until I permitted it. Shit, I'm getting an erection just imagining her.
Chapter 6 - Lady Anna
Sir Jack Hedley and his wife, Anna, lived on a large estate in Cornwall.
Anna
I gazed out across the rolling lawns and paths of the Cornwall estate and wanted excitement. I was only a few years younger than Jack, but he seemed so mature. He was always sensible while I seemed always to be frivolous. I lost my parents in a shipping accident only a year ago. I regretted their death but did not miss them at all. I felt distant from them. They were strict and insisted on “proper” behavior from me at all times. I had spent almost ten years in boarding schools, then a finishing school. I was quite at home in high society and liked wearing fine clothes. I had servants and a stable of fine horses. Jack was a good lover and had been a good husband.
I was his second wife. We had married two years after his first wife had divorced him. He was a rising industrialist. His father had left him several factories that made tools for industry. Jack was a handsome man over 6 feet tall and well muscled. I realized, to my surprise, that I was not happy. He was an enthusiastic lover, but I seldom felt I was a full participant wi
th him.
I have a recurring dream. I am always Anna in it and I always look the same. Sometimes I am looking out of my eyes, sometimes i can see myself as if I were just a witness. I had it again last night. I worry, it was so vivid it felt real. The dreams always had the same theme. I am pursued by men and captured. Last night it was on a desert, sometimes in a dark forest, sometimes on a ship.
Always I am caught and my captors were always led by tall, handsome, callous scoundrels. I am always stripped naked and never clothed again. I don't ever miss them. I am always tied tight or chained. Sometimes the bonds are changed, but I am never free. I sleep in them, have sex in them, eat in them, bath in them and am displayed in them. I am always graceful in them.
By the end of the dream I sort of liked them. I was special in them and they didn't stop me from doing anything but escape. I had an iron collar around my neck. I am pierced by large needles and my captor inserts opened rings and hammers them closed. Always my nipples are ringed, sometimes other places. Bells hang from my nipple rings. My every movement causes the clatter of chains and the ringing of my bells. I am forced to walk through the streets as crowds leer at me, taunt me, and touch my female parts. Sometimes I am displayed as spoils of war in a cage, or chained to a block of stone. Sometimes they shave my head and pubes to make me more naked. Finally I am taken to the leader's home and he ravages me in every orifice.
I always start out angry and rebellious and am whipped and whipped until I am docile and obedient and I love it. I showed spunk, backbone, that not just any man can tame me. It takes a real man to break me. It takes effort but I am always broken to heel. In the end I always submit myself to him.
I seek out the most servile positions and tasks. I lick his feet, suck his cock , kneel by his throne, accept my food from his hand and lick his fingers clean. I am broken. I learn to heel when he walks and kneel when he stops. My slavery is abject, I am his pet, and I glow with joy at his touch. He penetrates all my orifices and I learn to climax with each. All the ancient methods to make a girl humble are used on me. I learn the horse, cross, pillory, stocks, whips, canes, paddles, flogger. Every part of my body is whipped, back and front.
