by W. L. Dowd
After months of training and proven loyalty to her Mistress, Ashley was now allowed to sleep without her hands cuffed behind her. She still wore the leather wrist restraints but they were no longer locked together at night. In fact, wearing her four leather cuffs and collar was a requirement at all times. Naked, expect for her required restraints, was how Ashley spent all her time while in the presence of her beautiful and powerful Mistress!
Finally feeling her Mistress begin to stir, she carefully began to caress Heather’s sensual body. With her soft fingertips gently rubbing the tips of Heather’s sensitive nipples, they soon grew hard and full. Sensing Heather’s full arousal, Ashley slid down alongside her and began running her soft wet tongue across her swollen nipples.
With Heather beginning to moan with pleasure, Ashley slipped her hand between her legs to stroke her wet slit. Immediately Heather parted her legs slightly, allowing Ashley easier access to her moist pussy. Within seconds, Heather’s body was alive with sexual pleasure. She just loved being woken up each morning to the pleasures of her adorable slave girl.
Soon, Heather’s hands were busy stroking Ashley’s long blonde hair and head, while Ashley’s mouth was working to please her Mistress’s plump and highly sensitive nipples.
“I never get tired of that my dear! Mmmmmm, slip your finger in my wet pussy and rub my clit.”
Doing exactly as she was told, Ashley’s fingertip was now sliding across Heather’s hardening clit, and it felt amazing. It was a sensation that never got old for Heather, not in the slightest. She knew there was no better alarm clock than her sex-slave.
Gently pulling Ashley’s head back by her hair, pulling her slave’s tender sucking mouth from her nipple, Heather asked, “Do you love your Mistress?”
Looking up into Heather’s eyes, she responded quickly, “Yes Mistress, I love you and I live to pleasure you.”
“I know you do, and you do it so well.”
“Thank you Mistress. May I please lick your clit now?”
Releasing her grip on Ashley’s hair, she replied, “Yes you may.”
Ashley immediately slid down alongside her, as Heather rolled flat on her back before pulling up her knees and slowly spreading them apart.
Now positioned with her head tilted back and facing Heather’s moist vaginal lips, she placed her soft hands on Heather’s smooth inner thighs and gently pushed her legs open even wider. While softly stroking her creamy and highly sensitive inner thighs, Heather’s glistening slit was now fully exposed and ready for action. Positioned just right, Ashley lowered her mouth to the perfectly shaved pleasure box stretched out before her and slowly ran her tongue through Heather’s plump pussy lips.
After gently caressing Heather’s labia several times with her talented tongue, she soon found her extended clit. The hard nub was easily uncovered by Ashley’s amazing tongue. She immediately knew she hit pay dirt when Heather’s body slowly arched upward with pleasure.
“Oh my goodness, I do love my morning orgasms,” whispered Heather as she strained to speak against the climax that was now building inside her.
“MMMMmmmmm, it’s amazing how good you are at this. Ahhhhhh, that’s it honey, right theeeeeeere,” she exclaimed in an exhale as she reached down and pulled Ashley’s face tighter to her pussy.
Ashley knew how much Heather enjoyed having her pussy licked. Using her tongue and mouth as she’d been trained, Ashley massaged and lapped at the most sensitive folds of her Mistress’s pleasure place. With the undeniable taste of Heather’s feminine juices building in her mouth, she felt Heather’s legs begin to close around her head. With her legs squeezing tighter, Ashley knew she was approaching climax.
“Suck it! Suck it!” she yelped. Pulling Ashley’s face tighter to her spasming crotch, Heather’s head suddenly jerked forward as her body shook with pleasure.
Unable to breathe, Ashley had become accustom to her Mistress smothering her face until she finished with her orgasm, and she knew better than to stop sucking until she was fully satisfied. She knew not to panic, that Heather would release her grip just as soon as her pleasure peaked over the top. Experience taught her that Heather would not endanger her.
With her climax finally subsiding, Heather gently pushed Ashley’s head away from her satisfied pussy, and said, “That was nice my slave. Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe that you never pleasured a woman before I captured you.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
“Now let’s get ready, we have a busy day today.” Pointing to the floor she said, “Take your position next to the bed.”
Ashley knew the routine and quickly began moving to her required position even before Heather finished her sentence. Once she completed her morning pleasure duties, Ashley knew to stand next to the bed, cross her arms behind her back, and wait for Heather to get out of bed. This well designed pose, with her arms crossed and locked together behind her back, caused her large and naturally firm breasts to thrust outward from her slender frame.
Heather couldn’t get enough of Ashley’s gorgeous body. The 25 year old beauty was a rare treasure indeed. And Heather never passed up an opportunity to tease her just a bit, and remind her of her place as an indentured sex-slave.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with Ashley standing directly before her, she reached out and began to gently flick at the 1 inch, heart shaped, gold rings that hung so majestically from her impressive nipples. With each heart shaped ring dangling by one of its upper curved lobes, the sight of Ashley’s enslavement rings was a treat enjoyed by all who got to see them. The way her large breasts sprung out from her body always made her dangling rings the focal point of her arrival.
“Giving you these rings of enslavement is the best thing I’ve done to you. They look so spectacular on you. I can’t believe you ever thought these were a bad idea.”
Closing her eyes and exhaling, she responded, “Yes, thank you Mistress. I’m honored to have the pleasure of your rings.”
With Heather still playing with the large rings, Ashley’s body was at the mercy of her nipples. Before she was adorned with the rings she had very responsive nipples, but now, with the rings pierced through the base of her large nipples, her pleasure buds were hypersensitive. And the more Heather played with the jewelry, the more it rippled through her body. It started to feel like her nubs were connected to her toes.
“Doesn’t this feel good?” asked Heather.
Struggling to keep her balance with her arms folded behind her, Ashley responded through her clenched teeth, “Yes Mistress, thank you.”
Heather smiled and said, “I’m sure it does my lovely.” Heather knew exactly how sensitive her nips were and she knew they would remain that way as long as the rings were in place. It was one of the more desirable effects of nipple rings, especially the large ones.
Holding the backside of her left hand outward so that Ashley could see the spectacular wedding rings on her finger, the rings that used to belong to Ashley, she continued, “Aren’t your new rings more meaningful to you than these were?”
Staring at the large sparkling diamond ring that Jason had given to her not so long ago, she sucked in a deep breath and responded, “Yes Mistress, I love my new rings. I’m honored to wear your generous gifts.”
“Good! Now it’s time to get ready, we have many folks to meet with this morning. Shall we shower together?”
“Yes Mistress, please.”
Hooking her finger in the D-ring of Ashley’s slave collar, she pulled the young woman toward the bathing room.
* * *
Bathed and ready, it was time to get dressed. Heather always dressed Ashley to the nines before they left the apartment. Heather enjoyed how the folks stared at her gorgeous body when she sauntered by in her fully revealing outfit and accessories. She knew she was the envy of crowd when she walked Ashley by at the end of her leash. And when they walked past any new arrivals to the slave compound, she knew it struck fear and terror in the new captives when they saw Ashley n
aked, bound, collared and pierced. They instantly saw themselves in the same predicament and that was often too much to bear.
Taking Ashley’s standard cupless corset from the rack in the corner, Heather turned and approached. Without hearing a command or saying a word, Ashley held her arms out slightly from her sides and allowed Heather to wrap the black lacy garment around her torso. Heather was an expert at dressing Ashley in the humiliating corset. In just over a minute, Ashley was tightly laced into the revealing top.
There was something special about the way Ashley looked when she was contained in the lacy garment. Her tits looked even larger and firmer as they projected outward over the top of the tight corset.
Circling behind her, Heather quickly pulled Ashley’s wrists behind her back and locked her cuffs together. Next, she took the one inch wide leather straps that were strategically attached to the corset just above her elbows and pulled them tight around her arms as she set the buckle. This was the finishing touch to the display of her magnificent tits!
Turning Ashley and pushing her gently backward against the bed, Heather prompted her to sit. Next, she reached for a set of black 6” heels and motioned for Ashley’s left foot. Understanding what was expected of her, she lifted her leg and placed her heel in Heather’s waiting hand.
After working the first shoe on her foot, she reached for Ashley’s right foot and repeated the process. With Ashley’s feet nestled tightly in the incredibly sexy shoes, she slipped a finger through the ring in Ashley’s collar and pulled her to her feet. Giving her a moment to gain her balance, Heather then approached her with a large black ball gag in one hand, and a thick bit gag in the other.
“Ashley, which shall it be, the ball, or the bit?”
Ashley hated gags, but she knew there was no escaping it. She knew Mistress Heather generally liked her gagged in public. Partially because it made a powerful statement when they ran into new acquisitions, but mostly because she liked the helpless and defeated look that the gag facilitated. Not to mention how exciting the black gags looked against her smooth light colored skin and blonde hair.
Flicking one of her nipple rings more aggressively this time, she asked more firmly.
“I said pick one, ball or bit!”
Taking a deep breath she answered. “Ball gag Mistress.”
Pulling and twisting on a ring, Ashley inhaled sharply and began to bobble on her heels.
“Is that how I trained you to answer a question like that!” said Heather in rather stern voice.
“No Mistress, ooh, ooh, ouch……… Mistress, please gag me with the ball gag. I want the ball gag, PLEASE.”
Releasing her grip on the nipple ring, she tossed the bit gag to the bed.
“That’s better, now open up wide!”
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Ashley watched Heather lift the gag to her mouth and push it forward. Pushing through her teeth as Heather pressed it forward, the large ball gag stretched her jaw wider and wider until it slipped past her teeth and seated itself deep behind her pearly whites.
Staring at Heather with her beautiful wide eyes, she watched Heather circle around behind her. Next she felt Heather pull the gag straps around the back of her head and buckle the ball in-place very tight. The straps forced the gag even deeper into her mouth while pressing tight against her drawn cheeks. Now circling around her head and buckled tight, the black straps held the ball firmly in place.
Stepping back, Heather took a moment to take in the sight of her helpless slave. Smiling big, she blew Ashley a kiss and said, “You look spectacular my dear. You’ll be the envy of all those who see you today, and I like that!”
Walking Ashley to the full length mirror, Heather lined her up just right and said, “There we are. Now you wait here and enjoy the view while I get dressed.”
Ashley grunted and nodded her head in approval, as Heather walked away to get ready herself.
As if caught in a trance, Ashley couldn’t stop staring at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t tell if she was horrified or astounded with what she saw. The large ball gag that filled her mouth was amazing, especially with the thick black straps that wrapped tight around her head, pressing tightly against her cheeks.
But it was the sight of her impressive tits extending outward from the tight corset that most captivated her. Her globes looked so large and amazingly firm as they stood straight out at attention. And dangling for the very tips of her breasts were the sparkling gold rings that skewed the most sensitive pleasure points on her body, forever reminding her of her new status in life.
Glancing down the mirror even further, it was dreadfully self-evident how beautiful and vulnerable she was from head to toe. The pencil thin high heels that pushed her claves to their limits were the perfect torturous accessories to the awful outfit. Her slender legs flexed and strained as she struggled to maintain her balance on the tortuous shoes. Parting her legs slightly to help maintain her footing, she was surprised by the feeling of the air that washed over her smooth hairless pussy. Nestled at the place where her magnificent legs met her slender hips, her pussy was on full display in the mirror.
Still enthralled by her stunning reflection, Ashley couldn’t help but wonder if Jason would be excited by her appearance. She hadn’t seen her ‘husband’ for several weeks, if not months. She wasn’t ever allowed to speak of him. And after her months of enslavement and training, she’d come to accept her new life as Mistress Heather’s property and sex slave. She’d lost all hope of being with him again.
But that didn’t mean she forgot about him, or didn’t wonder on occasion how he was faring in captivity himself. Ashley knew firsthand the level of cruelty inflicted on the Americans held captive in Talistaun, and she felt lucky to be in the position she was!
Ashley was suddenly jolted back to her reality by the sound of Heather’s voice. “I’m glad to see you’re so taken by your beautiful reflection. Come now, we have to go. I’m needed in the command center.”
Snapping a leash on Ashley’s collar, the bound beauty was led to the door. From behind, Ashley could see that Heather was dressed in her military outfit. The uniform was not as formal as one would think, nor was it basic fatigues. It consisted of a white collared button-up long sleeve shirt, with a neatly tied scarf that sported a Nation of Talistaun symbol on it. She wore a black skirt that landed a few inches above her knees with a slit on one side that ran half way up her thigh. And with a pair of very sheer black nylons with a line that ran straight as an arrow up the back of her legs, she balanced atop a sexy set of 4” Stiletto black heels.
Ashley could tell by the more formal outfit that Heather was going to be conducting a mission briefing with a group of her soldiers. This was her typical attire for work like that. But more importantly for Ashley, experience told her she would soon be standing alongside Heather at the front of the briefing room for all the men to gawk at. Ashley hated it when Heather brought her along for these mission briefings. She could see the intense sexual desire in men’s eyes as they stared at her with wicked grins and smiles. She knew they would be all over her like white-on-rice if Heather ever left her alone in there. There was no doubt in her mind, that given the chance, Heather’s militiamen would have a throbbing cock stuffed in every hole in her body within seconds.
Once outside their luxurious apartment, they were standing in the large open staging area of the compound. This is the place were the new arrivals were unloaded from the transport trucks and assigned their fates. Ashley remembered it well, and has witnessed hundreds of other unfortunate and terrified abductees as they were dismounted from the awful trucks over the past months.
Briskly making her way across the concrete floor, the sound of Ashley’s clicking heels echoed in the large open area. She knew it drew attention to her and Mistress Heather, but she couldn’t help it. She had to do what it took to keep up with Heather, and stepping carefully and slowly was not one of her options.
Approaching the large non-descript door at the
far corner of the building, Ashley knew what awaited her behind it. She knew that the peering eyes of a dozen or more men would soon be focused directly on her, and the humiliation was already starting to build. Without even realizing it, Ashley slowed her pace just enough to cause the leash to draw tight and tug at her collar. And before she realized what she did, it was too late. Distracted by her impending visit to the briefing room, she just broke Mistress Heather’s first rule of being collared and leashed, ‘Never let the leash draw tight’.
Heather stopped dead in her tracks and turned to Ashley.
“What’s going on here? I thought you had this simple task of compliantly walking behind me all figured out. What’s a matter, don’t you like being the object of my soldier’s twisted desires? You should be more appreciative my dear. A few of the men waiting our arrival were on the team that grabbed you! Apparently I need to remind you of the importance of complying with my rules.”
Reaching into a small pouch she had strapped around her waist, she pulled out a short hobble chain, and quickly knelt down to attach it between Ashley’s ankle cuffs. Then, she reached into her pouch again and pulled out the terrifying nanite controller.
Ashley recognized it immediately. Her eyes instantly grew wide with fear as she shook her head in objection. Breathing rapidly through her flaring nostrils, she tried to beg and plead for mercy through the large ball gag, but it was a useless effort.
Pushing a few buttons on the dreaded device, Heather said, “Shall we go with level five?”
Seeing Ashley shaking her head gently in objection, she said, “Ok then, how about level six?”
With a growing look of panic in her eyes, she shook her head more rapidly in objection.
“Really, well, we can go with seven if you want?”
That’s when Ashley figured out the mind game. Heather was going to crank up the intensity dial every time she objected to her recommendation. Knowing she had no other choice, Ashley nodded her head in approval.
“Seven, you want level seven?”
