"If I order you into position two you'll kneel as you just did. Position three, you'll kneel and then lean forward, cross your arms in front of you and rest your forehead on them. There may be other positions in which I want you, but those are the three you must know for now. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," Kathryn said quickly, half wishing he'd ordered her into position three so she could present him with her pussy. Suddenly it seemed to be gushing with arousal.
"Now," he whispered, leaning in close to unclasp the leather collar from her neck. "You won't be needing this any longer. Instead you'll wear my collar. Tilt back your head."
Kathryn couldn't see the collar Master was placing around her neck, but she could feel it was heavier than the leather choker issued as part of her uniform. This was tighter, and she could feel the cold steel of a D-ring at her throat and some sort of light tin label, like a military dog tag, hanging from the ring. The image of Master attaching a leash and leading her around flashed through her mind, and again that confusing, slightly scary tingle of pleasure pulsed between her legs. What's wrong with me?, she thought. I've never been turned on by this stuff before.
Master pulled a strap tight at the back of her neck, then stepped back to enjoy his handiwork. "How does it feel?", he asked, smiling. "Is it comfortable?"
Kathryn nodded. "Yes, Master. It's very comfortable."
"Good," he replied. "This is your training collar. You'll wear it whenever you're in the club, but you may remove it when I leave. This collar signifies that you are both under my protection and undergoing your training as a submissive. While wearing this collar you may not play with others without my express permission, and you must respond to all commands promptly and to the letter. If, in time, you decide you wish to continue beyond your basic training - and if I'm pleased with your performance and wish to continue as your Master - I may replace this collar with a collar of ownership."
At the word 'ownership' Kathryn felt another of those now familiar shudders of excitement run through her body, and her inner thighs tickled as her pussy gushed a little honey. She wondered how these simple words - words she'd heard a million times over - could now have become so sexually charged; how they could excite her, despite her disgust at the obscene, seemingly cruel activities of the club. She didn't understand, but as she stood with her hands tightly clasped behind her back, eyes cast to the floor as Master surveyed her, she realized she was eager to delve further into this dark, confusing but tantalizingly new and exciting universe.
"Now," said Master, shaking her from her reverie, 'we're going to go watch a show."
Chapter Five
Kathryn felt a moment of bizarre unreality as she stepped through the door and back into the central bar. For a moment she wondered why the Saran wrapped girl still lay on the stage, her mascara now streaked down her cheeks from tears of frustration and denial of completion. It took a moment for Kathryn to remember that only an hour has passed since she handed her tray to Henry and climbed the stairs to Stephen's office. It felt like days. In fact, with her new collar around her neck, trailing two steps behind Master as instructed, Kathryn felt like a completely different person to the girl who'd begun the night as a serving wench.
"Take a seat, Kathryn," said Master, gesturing to a table beside the stage.
Kathryn hesitated, suddenly uncertain. "Master, wenches aren't allowed to sit in these chairs."
The spank was light; just a warning, not intended to cause pain but simply to remind her of her position. Even so the slap to her tight, latex clad ass cheek drew a gasp of surprise from her lips.
"That was not a request, girl. Please don't make me do that again." Kathryn began to approach the seat, but Master held up a hand. "Go to position two," he ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor beside the chairs.
Kathryn lowered herself quickly to her knees, uncomfortable on the hardwood floor, and Master took a seat in the chair beside her. She held her hands behind her back and straightened, determined to maintain the position exactly as directed to avoid another spank.
"Now, look at the stage. Tell me what you see."
Kathryn looked shyly up at the girl on stage, lying on her front and facing them. Her hands and feet were now unbound, and the Saran wrap had been torn at her breasts, pussy and ass. A short, naked man stood over her with a black riding crop in his hand.
"Uh, I see a woman - I think her name is Phoenix - lying on the stage. She's covered in Saran wrap, and the clients are allowed to do whatever they want to her."
Master looked sharply at Kathryn. "Really? Whatever they want?"
"Yes, Master."
He smiled. "So if one of them was to, let's say, hit her in the face with a baseball bat, knocking out her teeth, that would be OK?"
Kathryn frowned. "Um... well, no, I don't think that would be allowed."
"And if I was to climb onto the stage and cut her breasts with a razor, do you think that would be alright?"
Kathryn realized he was toying with her, but she didn't understand where he was going with it. "No, I don't think that would be alright."
"So you lied to me. You said that the clients can do whatever they want with her, and yet now you're telling me otherwise."
Kathryn felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I... no, I didn't lie. I mean, uh... I'm sorry, Master, I don't know what you want me to say."
Master smiled. "It's quite alright. You should never apologize for not knowing the answer. Let me draw your attention to the rack by the side of the stage. Do you see it? Tell me what you see there."
Kathryn hadn't noticed the rack earlier. It consisted of two small wooden shelves, each neatly filled with objects, some of which she recognized and others that meant nothing to her. She peered at the shelves in the dim light.
"I see... there's a thing I think is called a flogger. It's a sort of whip with lots of leather tassels. Then there are a few dildos and... I don't know what that black bar is. And I see a packet of clothes pins. That's all I can see from here."
Master smiled and laid his hand on her shoulder. "Good girl. Everything on those shelves was selected by the girl - Phoenix, I think you called her. The clients are only permitted to use what they find on those shelves, unless Phoenix agrees otherwise."
"I see, Master," replied Kathryn, though she was still confused as to what he was trying to tell her.
"So would you like to revise your statement?"
"I... um... I think the clients can do whatever they want with her using the things on the rack."
Master nodded. "Well, that's not quite it, but it's closer to the reality. Kathryn, what I'm trying to tell you is that all of this, all you see in this club, is not as cruel and chaotic as you imagine. Everyone here, from the slaves to the clients, are simply acting out scenes. They're role playing fantasies. When you see a slave whipped by her master, it is only possible because both slave and master have agreed to it. When you see a girl forced to sit for hours in a small cage it is only because she has consented to and asked for such treatment.
"The power, you see, is not only with the Dominant. The submissive sets her limits, and her Dominant works to push her as close to them as possible - and sometimes, if she is able, beyond. What you see is a relationship, symbiotic, in which one party enjoys a feeling of control and another enjoys relinquishing the same. Phoenix enjoys offering her body to her masters, and her masters enjoy using it to arouse her. Do you understand now?"
Kathryn looked out on the stage, watching the short man slap the riding crop across the girl's tightly bound nipples. The girl winced in pain, but between blows she also seemed to gasp with pleasure. Her face alternated between teeth clenching shock and a wet lipped, dreamy ecstasy, and Kathryn noticed the girl had moved one of her free hands to cup her pussy, grinding the heel of her palm slowly across her dripping mound even as the riding crop swished down once more to her pink, tender breasts. With each stroke of the crop Kathryn felt her own pussy tighten, her nipples stiffen. The pain
repulsed her but something in the girl's eyes, in the way she arched her back in response to each moment of agony, left Kathryn with a confusing sense of envy. Just for a moment, despite the horror of the scene, a small, hidden part of Kathryn made her wish she could be the girl on stage.
"I... I think I understand, Master." Again there was that tight little thrill between her thighs, that delicious feeling that came with speaking her Master's name. Could it be that this girl on stage was feeling a sensation many times more powerful, more pleasurable, when she submitted to the will of her clients; when she allowed them to use her body for their own pleasure?
"Good. Now, then, we can begin your training. Position one, Kathryn. Follow me upstairs."
Chapter Six
Fear and anticipation coursed through Kathryn's body as she felt the straps tighten around her. Master worked silently, keeping his plans from her, expertly looping knots at her back.
She stood in position one, wincing each time Master pulled a rope tighter. They were thin and coarse, pinching her skin at the armpits and elbows as they pulled her arms uncomfortably behind her. One rope chafed the skin beneath her breasts, and the strap at her wrists forced her to hold her hands awkwardly, palms out, in a position that left her unable to so much as bend her arms.
Strangely, though, the position felt... kinda good. With her arms strapped firmly behind her back Kathryn's full breasts felt even more exposed than they had already been. If Master wants to touch me, there's nothing I could do to stop him. The thought of it warmed her pussy, and she wished he'd take advantage of her vulnerability. She craved the feeling of his fingers slipping down between her ass cheeks, delving deeper, finding her tight, dripping snatch and smearing her honey across her thighs.
"Have you ever tried anal sex, Kathryn?", he asked suddenly.
The question alarmed her. Kathryn had always been too afraid of the idea to try it. She'd never even touched her own asshole in an erotic way. Her ass had always been strictly off limits to the few lovers she'd had. "No, Master, I haven't." Her voice quavered with fear.
With one hand still on the rope he found the zipper at the back of her skirt and tugged downwards. The tight latex peeled away from her ass and fell down to her feet. The cool air felt wonderful on the pink, shaved skin of her pussy. "Are you afraid of it?"
She didn't know how to answer. Should she lie? By now she felt as if he could read her every move. He must have noticed her body tense as he raised the subject. He must already know the truth.
"I... yes, I'm afraid."
Master released the rope, satisfied that she was bound tightly enough, and moved a hand slowly down her back. His fingers tickled, dancing lightly, caressing her smooth skin, lower and lower. She remained silent as his fingers played across her splayed palm and reached the small of her back. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as his large hand closed over her left ass cheek, and she couldn't help but whimper when a finger delved slowly between her buttocks and pressed gently against the tight, firm button of her asshole.
"Why are you afraid?", he whispered, his lips close to her ear. The finger softly massaged her tightness, circling it slowly.
Kathryn could barely take a breath. "I don't know, Master. I always thought it would hurt too much."
His fingers moved down, slowly, inch by inch, until they reached the warm, wet opening of her pussy. Kathryn's knees bent involuntarily as he dipped a finger deep inside her, and it was only when Master used his free hand to steady her at the waist that she straightened again.
She felt her dripping pussy twitch as he slid his finger out, wet with her honey, and dragged it along her skin to her tight, puckered asshole. The warm wetness felt incredible, but she wished he'd simply leave her ass alone and fuck her in her eager pussy. It was aching for attention, and her clit throbbed jealously.
"Kathryn,” he whispered, as his moist, warm finger pressed more firmly against her hole. "Before tonight is over you'll beg me to fuck you in you ass. You'll plead with me to stretch your tight virgin hole with my cock. When your snug little asshole is pink and raw and dripping with my come you'll thank me. Do you believe me?"
She couldn't imagine she could ever beg to be penetrated in the ass, but there was something in his voice, an unshakeable confidence, that made her think it might be true; something in his tone that sent a thrill of pleasure pulsing through her body. The thought of abandoning control, allowing him to take charge of her body and use it in a way that scared her, it felt good. Kathryn, on an impulse, repeated the phrase she'd heard the girls downstairs utter when given a command they didn't like. "Only if it pleases you, Master."
She heard him chuckle softly in her ear, his hot breath on her neck. "Oh, it pleases me." His finger slipped from her asshole and traced softly across her rear, leaving a streak of her pussy cream cooling on her skin. "Position three," he whispered in her ear, pushing her gently to the ground.
Kathryn happily obeyed, eager to present her pussy to her new Master. With her arms tied behind her back there was no way to attain the true position, so instead she laid her forehead on the soft carpet, lifting her perky ass up into the air and spreading her legs slightly, showing Master her pink, plump pussy and hoping he'd see it as an invitation to enter her.
Behind her she heard his footsteps pace across the room to one of the many racks of toys, then back again quickly. An object was placed in her hands, small and plastic. "Do you know what this is?", asked Master.
The object felt conical, small enough to sit fully in one hand. "No, I don't know, Master."
She felt him lift it from her palm, and moments later heard something that sounded like the cap of a bottle pop open. "It's called a butt plug. Would you like to see it?"
Kathryn's heart skipped a beat. He wants to put that thing inside my ass? "Y-yes please, Master."
She turned her head to the side to see a small, black plastic cone, about three inches long and two inches at its widest point, with a narrow neck leading to the wide, flat base. Kathryn had seen them down in the club, sometimes much, much bigger that this one. Even so, the idea of that thing being pushed into her asshole made it pucker tight.
Master squeezed a generous squirt of lubricant onto the black plastic, allowing it to run down the full length of the plug, and then squeezed a little more on Kathryn's exposed asshole. She flinched as the cold liquid trickled between her cheeks. "You're not ready to take my cock just yet. I need to modify your body before you'll accept me, so I'm going to stretch you out just a little before I fuck you. Would you like that?"
No! No! She wanted to yell and scream, jump up and flee from the room, but the words refused to pass her lips. She was overruled by that small but insistent part of her mind that was hypnotized by his voice; the part that made her pussy flood with sweet honey at the mere thought of pleasing him. The phrase modify your body intrigued her; the idea that she could be molded and adjusted to suit her Master's needs, just as his strong, comforting voice seemed to be effortlessly molding her mind. "Yes please, Master. I'd like that very much." As she spoke the words she was surprised to realize they were true.
Kathryn braced herself, feeling her asshole tighten in fearful anticipation. She flinched as Master placed his index finger against the tight hole once again, again circling the puckered pink mound, spreading around the lube. "You are tight, aren't you? It's going to feel amazing when I push my cock into you. I'm looking forward to making you come when my thick head stretches you wide open."
Kathryn gritted her teeth, determined to stay silent, but she couldn't help but whimper as Master's finger pressed more firmly against her opening. She clenched tighter than ever, but when he applied pressure to the hole she felt it give a little. Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt her muscles stretching around his finger, allowing it to slide into the tiny, wet hole, and after what felt like an eternity the finger popped in quickly, her cavity stretching to accommodate him.
Master slid his finger into the moist hole down to the second knuckle, gently
swirling it around as he eased his way in. "Mmmmm, that feels good. You'll feel so much better after the first time I fuck you." Now Kathryn felt the tip of the butt plug press against the opening, and as Master slowly withdrew his finger he replaced it with the firm, cool plastic.
The moment his fingertip popped out he pushed firmly down on the base of the plug, ensuring her asshole didn't snap shut once more. Kathryn tried to shift forward, to resist the invasion, but Master gripped her thigh and pulled her back, ever so slowly drawing her onto the widening toy.
"Please," she whimpered, her eyes pricking with tears. "It's too big." She pictured her asshole spreading wide open, perhaps even tearing as the butt plug stretched her, but as she took deep breaths and allowed the panic to wash away she realized it didn't hurt. At least, it didn't hurt like she thought it would. The pain was... well, it was a good pain. As the tapering plug spread her wider and it pushed deeper she felt almost euphoric. Her tight ring clenched firmly around the plug, and when its widest point finally breached her sphincter it closed tight around the narrow neck, holding the toy firmly inside her. She gasped with surprise at the feeling, the pain all but gone and replaced by a hot, intense pleasure. She clenched her ring, delighted to discover the plug shifted deeper inside her in response to her movements.
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