by L. L. Chance
All of them were made aware that bondage and submission would be a prominent part of the household routine, but at ten grand a month, we had to beat them off with a stick… figuratively speaking, of course.
If Sylvia was jealous over how good of a dungeon we’d put together for him, she didn’t let it show. What had taken her over ten years to build up was surpassed in ten days due to the amount of money we threw at the project. The playroom she designed could’ve held an orgy consisting of the entire Roman senate back in the empire’s heyday, and the smaller dungeon she built for her own personal use was nothing to sneeze at either.
I spent the time during construction to fine-tune my formal submissiveness, and it wasn’t long before it became second nature to address her as Mistress whenever summoned, since it wasn’t entirely new to me. I had a harder time working with the new maids and serving staff, since I’m a perfectionist and your average college girl has the attention span of a week-old puppy.
Sylvia helped by giving me my slave deportment lessons in the same room where one of more of them were working, and while they weren’t expected to follow the same strict rules as I was, a lot of it rubbed off and they became properly deferential to those above them. Claire took overall charge and it wasn’t long before we had a staff that worked together like clockwork.
I hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time with Master Laste, but from what I’d seen, I’d liked. Not only was he easy on the eyes, but he was funny, witty, and incredibly intelligent. We got along great, and Sylvia teased me constantly about marrying him.
When the last of the contractors had finished the renovations and the main bondage furniture was being installed, she decided it was time for his first lesson. She must’ve been just as nervous as I was, since she asked me three times if I was ready and still wanted to go through with it. I nodded my assent, freshened up, and told her to do her worst. It was time to start earning my pay.
***
I followed her to the playroom and knelt by the side of the door, while she directed where everything was to be placed. They installed a St. Andrew’s cross, whipping post, spanking bench, sawhorses, hanging boards, sex swings, and a few things I didn’t even know how they were supposed to be used.
There were pillories, stocks, manacles and shackles bolted to the walls, and several electric winches coming from the ceiling. There was also a wall completely covered with every type of restraint or punishment implement on the planet, not to mention enough sex toys to satisfy every girl in town. Heck… he even had a wardrobe containing more straitjackets than you’d find in your average insane asylum.
Tables, chairs, benches… if it was something someone could be restrained on, it was in this room now, and I was in awe. I’d gotten lost in thought by it all, and almost missed Sylvia’s summons when she called to me after so long, but I got lucky and responded without embarrassing her.
I hurried to her side and fell right into the standing wait pose she’d trained me in, with my hands behind my back, feet spread shoulder wide, chest out, and head bowed down. It seemed to impress him and his friends a lot, and I had a hard time keeping a straight face at their reactions.
“Strip and masturbate,” she commanded me.
My heart skipped a beat at the suddenness of her order, but I quickly complied. Since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, it took me less than twenty seconds before I was naked with one hand between my legs and my other hand on my breasts.
I might’ve been embarrassed if I’d had time to stop and think about it, but by simply reacting I had no problems following orders even as explicit as that. I was the center of attention in a completely silent room for several minutes before she dismissed me.
“Go fetch the red case from my room,” she said with a negligent wave. “Don’t stop playing with yourself and do not cum… you have five minutes.”
I bolted from the room with two fingers still inside my pussy, and raced to follow her order. Her room was a long distance away and three floors up as well, and I didn’t think I’d be able to return within her time limit, but suspected she didn’t really want me to. It was part of his first lesson.
I still hurried as fast as I could, and was out of breath by the time I returned. I dropped to my knees in front of her and held the case up high, so she could either select an item from it, or take it away from me. She chose to take it and place it on the table, beckoning Master Laste over to see what it held.
Not knowing he’d be stocking his playroom so completely, she’d brought along a selection of more common items from her personal dungeon. Cuffs, gags, vibrators, butt plugs, clamps, and a few punishment implements were all included, and all would be used on me before the day was over.
I opened my mouth wide when I saw him select a medium sized ball gag, and almost laughed when he barely buckled it tight enough to stay in my mouth. Sylvia quickly corrected him, and he pulled it several notched tighter.
He looked a little lost at sea as he perused the selection before him, but pulled out a set of cuffs for my wrists before Sylvia had to intervene, surprising me by hooking them over one of the ceiling chains. He pulled my arms up until they were snug, but I was still firmly on my feet.
He got rid of most of the slack when he put cuffs on my ankles and spread my legs wide with a spreader bar, but it wasn’t uncomfortable yet. He still looked uncertain, but began fondling my breasts, possible hoping for inspiration or instructions.
It wasn’t shyness, since it didn’t take long before one hand slipped south of the border and his mouth started sucking on the free nipple. It sure wasn’t his technique, but my body was reacting far out of proportion to the stimulation it was receiving. My nipples were as hard as rocks, and I could feel the moisture between my legs practically oozing out from my folds.
He probed me with his fingers for quite a while, and then surprised me with a slap on my ass. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, and actually turned me on a little more. I moaned in delight, hoping to encourage him on.
Keeping a finger stuck inside of me, he stepped to the side and began giving me a proper spanking. After a dozen or so swats he switched hands (and fingers up my snatch) and gave me another dozen swats on the other cheek. He looked me over carefully to see how I reacted to his sudden assault, and since I seemed to be enjoying his attentions, he picked up the flogger.
Sylvia had him turn me slightly so she could watch him warm up my ass, freely giving instructions on how he could whip me better. My ass was incredibly sore and completely red by the time he’d finished and Sylvia suggested he change things up. There was no doubt about it; my training and his were going to a whole new level.
Training Dummy
Satisfied with his initial creativity, Sylvia had him lower me down so he could show her his rigging skills. I knew the room was stocked with about twenty miles worth of rope, a lot of which was pre-cut, and tried to carefully flex my muscles while I still could. Rookie rope work had the potential of being very ugly.
He started with tying my wrists behind my back, and pulled his loops incredibly tight. When he cinched it off, I almost immediately started losing feeling in my fingers. Sylvia quickly corrected his error, and when he retied it, I found it was almost perfect.
My elbows were next, and as he slowly drew them together in the rope loop he’d created, I thought he might overcompensate and leave them too loose. Either by accident or intent, he expertly cinched it tight, leaving me with a rather comfortable tie that was still inescapable. Sylvia approved of that one.
He surprised me again by selecting a vibrator from the case and gently easing it inside me, using another piece of rope to hold it inside me with a hastily tied crotch rope. He started it running on a medium-low setting, and since I was still horny from his earlier explorations of my body, I had to work hard to contain my rapidly rising lust.
He used three more ropes to weld my legs completely together before assisting me in lying down so he could apply one final length connecting my feet to
my elbows. He pulled it tighter bare centimeters at a time, but kept going until I was in a nice, strict hogtie. I was fairly impressed at how well he’d tied me on his first attempt, and so was Sylvia. She gave him a simple golf-clap to make sure he didn’t get a swollen head.
I was glad I kept my body limber and in such good shape, since Sylvia made him go to town on me with his rigging, and I found myself bound in almost every conceivable position with barely a minute or two in between each one. He ran me through a frog tie, strappado, box tie, spread eagle, and even the dreaded reverse prayer position.
He tied me to the St. Andrew’s cross, locked me in the pillory, put me in stocks, and tied me to the upright post. Each new position was accompanied by a few swats of his palm, a few rubs and finger-fucks with his hands, and a couple more minutes with the flogger or crop.
I was bent over the spanking bar with my limbs pulled wide when Sylvia interrupted with further instructions.
“This is a rattan cane,” she began, her words filling me with dread. “The cane is a very effective punishment tool, but you need to be very careful how you use it. Improperly used, the cane can draw blood and leave permanent scars. The idea is to punish, not maim.”
For the first time I wished I’d had some say in his training, since the cane isn’t exactly an implement you casually hand over to a newbie. I was extremely nervous when she began demonstrating her favorite technique of tapping it repeatedly against the target area in order to draw the blood to the surface before striking with a proper blow.
I howled maybe a little more than necessary when she landed her first real strike, but Sylvia wasn’t fooled and began preparing for her next blow the same way. She landed her second real lash on my other ass cheek and handed the cane off to him so he could try.
He began in the same way Sylvia did, by tapping my ass with it, although he ran his taps up and down the entire length of my ass until he got used to the springy action of it. It felt like he was going to do another ‘lap’ of tapping and I’d relaxing into it, so when he pulled back and tried his first real blow, it caught me completely by surprise.
A lot harsher than Sylvia’s hit had been, I jumped hard enough to shake the whole spanking bar, and howled like a coyote. Sylvia harshly corrected his error and made him try again. It wasn’t near as bad on his next attempt, although she made him continue for far longer than I would’ve liked, and the power of his lashes were extremely erratic.
I was mostly in subspace by the time she stopped the scene and suggested I’d earned a reward for all we’d put her through so far. I heartily agreed, although I wouldn’t presume to actually say so. Instead, I used a deep breathing exercise to chase the residual pain away and prepare myself for whatever form my reward would be taking.
It took the form of a pecker that was as long as Claude’s and as fat as Billy’s, all rolled into one. When he slid it inside my dripping folds, I almost came on the spot with how good it felt. Holy shit, I’m sure glad now I didn’t ask for the no-sex clause when I signed up as his training dummy.
It didn’t take him long to bring me to an explosive climax that had me thrashing in my bonds without conscious control, and I felt his own orgasm reach fruition a mere moment after my own. It was the best orgasm I’d felt since my last night with Claude, and I almost felt guilty over how much I enjoyed it.
Sylvia directed me to lick him clean once we’d calmed down, and I didn’t mind for some reason. Even with my expanded mindset about sex I should’ve been embarrassed over this last scene, but I wasn’t. Everything seemed perfectly normal.
Sylvia released me from the rest of my binds and ordered me to clean up and rest for the remainder of the night. I was more than willing to oblige, since now that the endorphins and adrenaline were leaving my system, I found myself completely wiped out.
She brought me dinner in bed and not only gave me one of her famous massages, but she spent over an hour rubbing salve into my bruises, and then another hour in making sure my vagina had taken no damage. That inspection was extremely thorough, and I loved every minute of it.
All in all, I decided it was a most satisfactory initial training session.
***
Sleep was an incredibly rare commodity for the next couple of months, as I was either assisting Sylvia in his training, or working with the household staff to get them in order. Some of them were too dumb to breathe, and I was forced to hand those ones off to Mistress Claire who wouldn’t put up with the slightest infraction.
It didn’t take long before she got the reputation as a real harsh mistress, and everyone went out of their way to make sure she stayed happy. Having an ogre on call made my life easier with the rest of the girls, and we eventually settled into a good and efficient routine.
Unwilling to risk incurring my wrath to the point where I’d sic the ogre on them, they took to obeying me like I was their Mistress, although I refused to let them call me that. I wanted the pecking order to remain perfectly clear, so I became ma’am to them. Unless overruled by a real dominant, my word was as law, and I found I liked it.
‘Like’ was a rather weak description of how I felt when commanding the new servants, and I suspected I might be a natural born switch like Mistress Claire. I’d have to make time to explore those feelings, but that could wait.
Right now I was running late for my next appointment as a training dummy. While I’d initially loathed the description, I’d come to actually enjoy it, thinking of it like a badge of honor that was issued by the three stooges; it was fitting, humorous, and completely accurate if I was honest with myself.
Master Laste had progressed to the point where he could both restrain and punish me without causing any lasting injuries, and now we’d moved on to a more delicate area. Sylvia was teaching him proper safety and aftercare, as well as long-term restraint techniques. Those weren’t pleasant in the least.
Despite my willingness to cooperate, I had to be heavily restrained during the medical themed sessions, since I just couldn’t help myself. Getting an enema was no problem after living through a hell week with Mistress Claire, but having him fit me with a catheter was beyond embarrassing, and don’t get me started on how much I hated being intubated.
As far as I was concerned, the only good part of these particular lessons was the section on aftercare. Silvia made sure he not only took good care of me, but she instructed him in all the special things that drove me wild. Within a few weeks, he knew enough about my anatomy to drive me to orgasm within five minutes, no matter what’d been happening beforehand.
He was a real fast learner, and had almost unlimited energy. He was actually so good at it that sometimes Sylvia needed to give me aftercare due to his aftercare… he could wear me out to the point of exhaustion and never have a single hair out of place. I think he might’ve actually been an alien from the planet Orgasmatron, or maybe a robot.
Either way, I knew one thing for certain… I was starting to fall for him.
Advanced Training
After another month, Master Laste was the undisputed Master of the estate. The servants showed him proper respect, eagerly dressed in outfits that pleased him, and willingly offered themselves up for punishment for any infractions Mistress Claire or I noted.
Saturday nights became the regular time to ‘balance the ledger’ as far as infractions went, and while it sounded ominous on the surface, in reality it usually ended with a massive orgy. The only person who wasn’t surprised at the way it worked out was Sylvia, and she simply said it was the natural outcome of having so many people sexually charged and ready for release.
I only listened to her explanations with half an ear these days, since I had something new to focus on; I really had a thing for Master Laste by now. It wasn’t even his money or looks, but the way he treated me.
He’d spend some days whipping me until I was ready to scream, or sexually tormenting me until I’d promise anything to be able to cum, but there was no session that finished where I didn’t love
him in the end.
We’d talk when Sylvia wasn’t around to enforce the Dom/sub rules, and he never ceased to amaze me with how quick and smart he was. I was no slouch myself, and we had many pleasant evenings together simply talking instead of practicing like Sylvia thought.
I hated to use the word love, but I was damned if I could think of a more accurate description. I no longer needed Sylvia’s urging to do my best for him; I did it because I wanted to impress him, and it was working. He had access to every girl in the house at this point, but he rarely availed himself of that option.
Everyone was used to weird restraints, revealing uniforms, or even outright nudity after a surprisingly short amount of time. I worked extra hard to get everyone in line, just because I knew it made him happier. It worked well in my favor, since I was still his chosen one, no matter what the other girls tried to do.
Mistress Claire’s earlier joke about bagging him actually made sense to me now. I wondered if Claude would approve, and found a tear in my eye as I thought of him for the first time in far too long.
Sylvia was off on one of her visits with him right now and while I wished I was with her, a small part of me was glad I had unsupervised time with my new Master. I wasn’t sure how I should feel, but I’d spent so long in the deep submissive role that all I could do was take things as they came.
What came a lot was Master Laste and me as well. He had an almost insatiable appetite, driven to extremes by his love of bondage, and I responded in kind due to mine. While not completely accurate, the other girls would joke that we could cum simply from the bondage part of our play. It wasn’t really true, but it wasn’t far off the mark.
He learned what I liked, and I slowly figured out his favorite activities until we could do a scene that blew both our minds without a single word spoken. It was the true synergy of Master and slave that’s often talked, about but rarely seen. We seemed perfect for each other, and after another month of continuous close contact, I found myself completely happy for the first time since Claude left.
