by Alan Horn
Always the dream begins with fear. Followed by anger, shame, mind numbing pain, acceptance, and compliance. It always ends with lust, submission, arousal, joy, and love. Last night the scoundrel had Jack's face.
Cornwall was a days travel from London and a quiet, bucolic county. It was beautiful and quiet. Usually I loved it but sometimes I missed the bustle and parties of the big city. Life here was peaceful, and pleasant, but even that became tiring with enough repetition.
All the stories say that men like their women humble and respectful. I wonder if I surprised Jack in the bedroom with a helpless me, would he play? I could talk to him about it but would he consider it, or would it be better to just hit him with the erotic vision? If I went to the city I could buy some chains for us to play with, like handcuffs and leg irons, maybe even a collar.
I wonder if Jack would like me as a slave? Would he keep me naked only in the bedroom or in front of the staff? My friends? Is that my dream life? Would he let me go or would he keep me as a slave forever? It would be his choice and I couldn't do anything about it. Would I mind?
I'll do it, at least the first step. I can chicken out later. Now I need a reason to go to the city. “Jack,” she said, “Let's have a party.”
He looked up from his paper, “Wonderful idea. Who do you want to invite?” I don't want to have another boring party or even to go to one somewhere else. God, these people are boring. I've got four hundred employees in seven factories all over the country. I supply over a hundred customers with the most sophisticated equipment. Anna wants me to play nice with these country bumpkins. Anna looks excited.. Is is just the party? I want her like Julia, naked and wanting me to take her. She would look so good with a heavy collar on her neck and a ring in her nose. I would order her to be silent and kneel at my feet. That would be golden. A silent woman. Naked and helpless to boot. Well, Regina will be a start. Then I can see if Anna succumbs to the allure Julia feels.
“Oh, the regular neighbors, I suppose. I'd like someone new, though. We've all heard everyone's stories and jokes by now. I'll die if I have to smile at Mr. Donohue's story about his cow again.”
“Well,” Jack replied, “we could always invite Sir Robert.” He's never been to one of our parties, nor have we been to any of his." And I need to get Anna to Sir Robert's so he can entice her with the concept of having my ex wife as a slave girl. That will be fantastic for her. "He's a private person, I'm told.”
Jack startled me. I hadn't thought of Sir Robert. What a fool I am. He's obvious. I said, smiling, “That's an excellent idea Jack. He has an interesting reputation you know! A private person and a successful businessman. Mary Elizabeth told me he has prostitutes and other loose women at his estate all the time.”
“Well, I don't know about that. He's never married, and he must get lonely, but I wouldn't put too much store in Mary Elizabeth's tales. You know she doubles everything. She's as bad as my ex wife, that bitch Regina.”
“Now Jack, if Regina hadn't divorced you, we wouldn't have found each other. I owe her a favor,” I replied.
Jack replied, “Its true I'm much happier now, but she took a lot of my hard earned money and my reputation with her. I never get invited to any of the valuable events any more. I still don't understand why she divorced me. We were only married a month, I loved her and she bolted without a word. She hasn't said a word to me since. I haven't even heard about her from our friends. Usually the successes or failure of ex-spouses is all the news for years. She seems to have dropped off the face of the earth.” And I know where she is now. Won't it be interesting to have her here with Anna?
Jack paused, then said, “Yet, she caused me to appreciate you. She was the next best thing to frigid. Making love to her was akin to making love to a seamstress' dummy. She just lay there like she was dead. You, are quite responsive and noisy, my love.” Its almost certain you would be even hotter as my slave. We'll see.
“Why thank you, I think, Sir,” I said, coyly.
"Its true, love. I enjoy making love to you far more than I did with Regina. Sir Robert does seem to get more work out of his employees than anyone else. He's a self made man, rising from nothing to one of the richest industrialists in all England. He must have a lot of interesting stories,” Jack said. I would love to see Anna and Regina, side by side, kneeling in chains just like Julia did, begging to suck my cock. Wouldn't that be a hoot. I'd be dead in a week. Way too much of a good thing. I'd be fun to try , though.
“Do you think he would come to our party?”
“He's on the Commerce Committee with me and there is a meeting in two days. If he comes I will ask him. Besides, I want to try and sell him some equipment for his factories. Do you have a date in mind?”
“No. I will tell you tomorrow.” I replied. I've got a lot of work to make this a good plan.
Jack thought, I think that went well. Now she has a comparison with the old Regina. Let's see what she thinks when she meets the new Regina. If she is half as appealing as Julia, Anna will soon realize what kind of competition she faces. Who knows, Anna may want to join Regina and Julia once she sees ho happy they are.
Chapter 7 - Selection
The Asylum was bleak and white. The employees wore white, the walls , the walks, and the equipment was white. Even the padded walls in many of the patients rooms were white. The patients clothes were white. The patients themselves were white since they never saw the sun.
It felt like a prison. It was dirty and crowded. Regina slept in an eight by eight cell with two bunk beds and five other women. Two had to sleep on the floor. The weakest two. Regina had a bunk, because she was bigger then three of the others. Regina knew she would die in this place. Her sentence was life. Women died every week. No one ever got out alive.
Every day was always the same, I mused. I sometimes wake to the sound of a guard walking the corridor, counting us. Then I would lie there, awake, nothing to do. In a while, a guard would open the cell door and send us off to the shower. We would stand in line, trying to beat a hundred other naked women to an open shower before all the hot water ran out. I felt like I was in a herd of cattle.
There was a line for everything. For the shower, for food, for pills, to turn out for work, to go to the restroom. We even had to line up to be searched after work. I felt so belittled.
Privacy was gone forever. We had to use the bathroom and shower in front of everyone. We were strip searched when we left work, butt naked, squat, spread your ass cheeks in front of twenty or so women.
There were never any choices. We all ate the same food, slept in a cell, did the same work, wore the same white clothes, got the same haircut. Everyone was dull, sullen, hopeless. I felt so broken down by the sameness and knowing I faced the same day, over and over, until I was dead. I lay awake nights wishing I could die soon. I often thought of suicide, but I didn't have the courage. I knew others had taken that way out, but I knew I couldn't.
Often I thought about Jack, my former husband. At first I had loved him, but couldn't please him, he couldn't please me. I froze when he tried to have relations with me. I hated myself. I wished I could try again, but that door, like all the others I had once had closed. I felt so worthless. I deserved to be here, away from society. I had no friends here, didn't like any of the other women. They were so mean and crude. They didn't like me, said I was stuck up. Boy, was that wrong.
Work in the laundry was hot, tedious, and repetitive. The women I worked with were foul mouthed, dirty, slovenly, crude. In short, not the sort I would choose to associate with. Of course we were all judged insane and committed to this hell hole for life, so, I had no choice. At least I was not one of the truly insane ones who were so medicated they didn't move.
One day, a year into my sentence, something new happened. I was glad for a change in the routine. I was taken to a small room with only a table and two chairs. Dr. Benoit greeted me when I entered. He said he had some questions and tests for me and that there was a program. I might qualify for it w
hich could result in me spending the rest of my sentence (life) in a better place. “So, Regina,” he asked, “would you want in such a program?”
A better place. Yes, Yes, Yes. What can he mean? Is this a trick just to get me to spread my legs for him. I would anyway. I didn't care. I hate this life. I said, “Yes, Oh yes. I hate this place. What do I have to do?”
“I need to verify you will be suitable for this program. Only a certain type of woman will do well in it.” He took a thick folder out of a case on the floor and started asking her questions off a list. “ Have you ever had a lover?... I see you married then divorced your husband. Tell me about him... What is your favorite sexual position? ...Have you ever been tied up?.... Did you like it?...
The questioning went on for several hours. I was tired and hungry. Finally, he, said, “All right Regina, that is all my questions for now. You noticed that most of them had to do with your sexual experience and your responses to them?
Of course I noticed. Every other question was about sex and obedience. “Yes, of course. I don't care what I have to do to get out of here. I will serve my time in a brothel or harem. Is that what this program is all about?”
“Close,” the Doctor said, “but not exactly. Now I'm going to do some tests. Take off your clothing, please.”
I started and said, “Wh... what do you mean?”
“It was clear enough, I am going to test your obedience to my orders and your sexual response to stimuli. Now strip!”
I stood up and removed my dress and looked at him. He didn't say anything, just watched me. After a long moment I removed her bra, then my shoes, and finally my drawers. I felt giddy with excitement. I was under the control of the Doctor himself. He was the authority here. Even the guards obeyed his orders. I wanted him to touch me. He said, “Good. Step over to this side of the table, face away from me and put your hands behind your back. “Oh My God, is he going to handcuff me? I think I'll faint,” I thought. I was sweating and my belly was getting hot.
I obeyed him and felt the cold bite of handcuffs snapped around my wrists. It feels so good, so natural. I felt things changing beyond my control. I wonder if I can wear them in this program?
The Doctor then ordered, “ Turn around and bend over the table. Spread your legs. Wider. Don't move.
Helpless and exposed, I felt humiliated and excited. I supposed he was going to take me now. Instead, I felt a sharp sting on my bottom and I cried out. “Be quiet. Not a sound,” the Doctor ordered.
He rubbed his hand over my stinging bottom. It felt cool and soothing. I was exposed and under the control of a powerful man. I felt submissive lust growing in my belly. It felt like it was glowing with heat and my love juices started to flow. It had been so long since I had felt this way. It was so intense.
I felt my loins growing tight and hot. I moaned with pleasure. “Quiet,” the Doctor ordered. The hand left my bottom only to be followed by another sharp pain. I started then felt the hand return, rubbing the burning stripe into my heating loins. It was even better than when Paul whipped me. This was more intimate. The Doctor was enjoying me, touching me between each stroke. I felt a union with the Doctor. My belly grew warmer as his hand continued its sensual stroking. “More, please, I moaned. His hand moved down my ass and felt my cunt, then withdrew.
The Doctor said, “Wet already, that's good, Regina. How do you feel right now?
I said, “I need you so bad. It hurt when you hit me, but it felt really good after a little bit. I liked it a lot. Would you do it some more, please, Doctor?”
“Not right now, Regina,” the Doctor said. “How do you feel about obeying my orders and being cuffed?”
I tried to explain the many feelings I had. There was anguish, loss, frustration, pleasure, pain and lust, all at once. Finally, I said, “It is strange, but I feel good about it. I liked obeying you and I like having my hands cuffed. As long as I'm helpless, I am not responsible for anything. I feel free to enjoy my feelings. And this is the best I have felt in ages.”
“OK,” the Doctor said, “Stand up.” She stood. “Now face me and get on your knees.” I knelt. “ Spread your knees wide, arch your back. Stick your tits out. Hold your head up straight and tall. Lower your eyes and look at my feet. Good. Don't move. Now, you seem to meet the requirements for the program. It will be hard work at first, for you have a lot to learn. Remember that you are serving a life sentence and this program will not reduce it. If you are successful, you will live in a much nicer place with much nicer people. Yet you will always be restrained and under their control. They will use your body for sexual pleasure and they will pleasure you, too. They will punish you for any transgressions and you will have to obey their every command. You will be nothing more than a sex slave with no rights, no voice. Do you want to do this?”
I was intrigued, but not yet convinced this would be a good life for me. But there was always a chance of escaping once out of these walls. "Oh, Yes Doctor I will do anything to leave this place. Anything.,” I said. “Besides, I love being chained and punished. Its wonderful when I am controlled. I have no shame or guilt about receiving pleasure when I'm made to do it by my Master.”
“All right,” the Doctor said, Stand up and turn around. When I stood, he unlocked my cuffs. “Get dressed,” he ordered. When I was dressed he opened the door. There were two male guards there who took me to a different part of the hospital. They passed through several impressive locked doors and down a long corridor. Finally, they stopped at a door and opened it.
“In here,” the attendant said.
“What is this ...,” I started to ask. I was familiar with all the attendants, but had never been in this part of the hospital before.
They ignored me.
Inside, I saw a small dormitory room with six steel frame cots. Each cot had a mattress with a blanket folded on its foot. There was a woman sitting on one of the cots dressed in a simple white shift like me. She stood as I entered. The attendants left without a word and closed the door behind them. There was a thick yellow line painted on the floor across the middle of the floor.
I stood there not knowing what to do.
Chapter 8 - Preparation
The woman said, “Hi. I'm Elizabeth, call me 'Liz.”
“I'm Regina, what is this place and why are we here?” I asked.
Liz replied, “I'm not sure. I've only been here a little while and no one has said a word to me.
They heard the sound of a bolt sliding back, the door opened, and Dr. Benoit entered. He said, “Good morning, ladies. You have been selected for a program which may see you leave this facility in a few months. To be successful you must both work hard and learn to accept a new reality. It will not be easy, but all the previous participants in the program are much happier than they were here. This program requires you to follow my instructions completely. The program will prepare you to reenter society. The training will be hard. You will embrace feelings and behavior stronger than you have felt before. You will be punished if you do not obey your orders immediately and completely. You will be rewarded if you are obedient. It will be frightening at first but this will change.” He walked to the door, opened it, and two large, dour women entered. He said to the two women, “Go with these matrons and they will get you ready.”
The two matrons walked over to Elizabeth and I, took our hands and led us out into the corridor. They went into a room several doors down and found it to be a large bathroom. There was only one shower stall and the door was open. Tall cabinets lined the walls and a wooden table stood in the center of the tiled floor. One of the matrons said, “Elizabeth, hang your clothes in that cabinet. Put your shoes and undergarments on the shelf inside. Regina, sit in that chair and wait your turn, please.”
We both did as instructed. Elizabeth finished showering and turned off the water. A matron handed her a large towel and said, “Dry yourself.”
Elizabeth replied, “Yes, ma'am.” Elizabeth emerged with the towel wrapped around her body. One
of the matrons said, “Here's another towel. Sit down and dry your hair more. Regina, your turn. Use the cabinet next to Elizabeth's. We obeyed
When I came out of the shower I got a towel and was told to dry myself. When I finished my hands were cuffed behind me and a steel collar locked around my neck. There was a chain on the collar. I opened my mouth to object and a leather ball gag was stuffed in my mouth and strapped behind my head. I was led into the hall and saw Liz naked, cuffed, gagged, and collared just like me. A length of chain joined her collar to a wall ring. A matron unlocked her chain from the wall ring and locked it to my collar. The matrons produced two whips and showed them to us and one said, “Now be good and we won't have to use these. Follow me, single file, Regina first, stay two paces behind my right shoulder.” She started walking away up the corridor.
I just stared after her, astonished at having to “heel” like a dog. I had never expected to get my fondest wish so easily, so quickly. I was helpless and felt my belly start to churn and heat up. I regretted my hesitation when I felt the fierce sting of the matron's whip on my right buttock. The matron said, “Hurry.” I jumped after the retreating matron's back, jerking on the chain attaching me to Liz. Liz jumped to close the gap and slackened the chain linking our necks. One of the matrons said,” The Doctor will be in to talk to you shortly.”
They put us in 'our' room and the door locked behind us. We were still cuffed and gagged. After some struggling I lay on my bed and Elizabeth was able to unstrap the gag and pull it from my mouth. I said, “Thanks, let me get yours out." We switched and soon Elizabeth could speak again and said, ”That was a dirty trick. Now we're clean but locked up worse than before.”
