by L. L. Chance
There was no going back to the vanilla life for me now, not after all I’d experienced. One more store caught my eye on the way back, and I made a quick U-turn for one more purchase. My appearance raised a few eyebrows when I walked through the door of the equestrian supply store, but they knew better than to laugh at me; they treated me with proper deference and respect.
I walked out with a springy new riding crop and a tight smile on my face. It felt good in my hands, and looked even better strapped to my hip. Look out world, Lilith has arrived and the future looks bright.
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Lilith the Dominatrix
Training on Top
I was glad I’d spent so much time immersed in the BDSM lifestyle, since it gave me an edge over the other two people Sylvia were training alongside of me. Brandon and Jerry did ok, but nothing beats practical, first-hand experience.
I’d had more than my fair share of whip marks on my body over the last two years, so I knew exactly what a proper blow should look like, and also how it felt. Someone should probably whip their asses so they knew as well, although I doubt they had enough balls to submit for a real session.
Still, imagining it was a fun way to pass the time while Sylvia critiqued their technique and offered suggestions for improvement. It was a good thing they were working on a manikin this morning instead of a real girl, or she’d be sore for a week or more.
I was already good enough with all of her normal ‘implements of destruction’ that I got to sit out this morning, and I was just twiddling my thumbs until Nurse Dana Worther was available to show me a few things. Sylvia was good, but Dana’s real medical experience was invaluable for the techniques needed for long term or extreme restraints.
I was already well practiced at giving enemas and installing catheters, but intubation, sedation, and IV’s made me extremely nervous. I didn’t have to worry about those things right now, though, since today’s lesson was on medical equipment, specifically the TENS device.
Electricity was another thing that made me nervous, even though she swore up and down it was essentially harmless. I hoped she was right, both for my peace of mind and for Jade’s body, since it was her turn to play training dummy for me.
They arrived together, chatting amiably about a movie they’d seen last night, sounding nothing like people coming into what was essentially a torture session. Then again, Dana wasn’t going to be on the receiving end and Jade was somewhat of a pain slut, so maybe this was just another day on the job for them both. I wish I felt that way.
I actually had to clear my throat to get their attention so we could get started. At least Jade had the grace to look chagrined, and quickly removed her clothes, hopping into the heavy bondage chair without any prompting from me.
I began strapping her down while Dana put the equipment we needed together. Two belts for the forearm, one for the upper arm, one both above and below the breasts, and one around the stomach welded her firmly in place. I took a minute to decide how far I should go with the rest of the restraints, and decided to keep it simple today.
Another belt for the knees and ankles would hold her legs in place, yet still allow me access to her crotch. I also decided to leave her head free and mouth ungagged at least to begin with, just in case I fucked something up and she needed to let me know in a hurry.
Dana wheeled the cart over just as I was finishing, and I saw she’d covered half of her stuff with a cloth. I wondered if it was hidden for my benefit or for Jade’s. I shrugged and accepted the first sheet of stick-on electrodes from her.
I put two on each breast plus a third on the nipple, four on her thighs, four on her ass, two on the soles of her feet, and one final one right over her clit. Even Jade seemed nervous about that last one, and I wondered if she thought I was mad at her for making me wait. Let her wonder.
Since this was my first time using a TENS unit, I also put an electrode on my left wrist, just so I could accurately judge the interval and intensity of the shocks I’d soon be delivering to her. Dana zeroed out all the dials and turned it on.
“This is a multi-channel TENS unit,” she explained. “It allows you to control the electrodes in smaller groups so you can vary the intensity based on what you want to accomplish. For example, if you wanted to start off with just her breast electrodes, connect them all to channel one and use these dials here.
“The advantage of separating them into groups should be obvious, especially when you have them on areas with highly different sensitivity levels. If I was in that chair, I sure wouldn’t want the same amount of power hitting my clit as what was pulsing through my thighs.”
“I can definitely see the logic behind that,” I replied.
“You can manually override it with this button and have all the channels go to the master power level, which can be highly effective when used properly.”
“I can imagine it would be.”
“You can also program the channels to deliver a specific series of shocks, varying the duration, intensity, and intervals as much as you want. It’s particularly handy if you want to occupy yourself with some of the specialized electrodes.”
She pulled the first part of the cloth off the cart, revealing an assortment of extremely interesting ‘extras’. There were various sizes and shapes of butt plugs, vibrators and dildos both with and without clit attachment, electrified clips for nipples or labia, strings of anal beads, and gloves with electrodes on each fingertip. I could definitely see why you might want to program the regular electrodes to run automatically.
As she pulled out and explained the pros and cons of the various implements, ending each description with a brief demonstration, I could see Jade starting to sweat a little. She was definitely getting nervous hearing the lurid descriptions Dana was rattling off in her matter of fact tone of voice, and there was still a lot more to come.
Under the next cloth were the more hands-on type of items. A violet wand, TAZapper, and compact cattle prod were fairly obvious in their use, but some things were truly devious in nature. She explained how evil the electrified chains were when dangled from above to brush against sensitive spots, electrified floggers and canes that made for a double-whammy and many more sex toys as well.
Her favorite device was called the katana, and it was essentially an oval glass sword with metal strips down each side. The one that really caught my eye was the electrified eroscillator, since it could deliver just as much pain as it did pleasure, all at the exact same time. It was truly devious, and probably came from Laste’s twisted mind.
Next came what she called the predicament line, which consisted of items that would make the subject shock herself in various ways. Floor plates, pressure switches, timers, sound or motion sensors, mercury level switches, and even biometric sensors. It was almost too much to comprehend everything at once.
Now I knew why she not only insisted on starting early today, but had me line up four different girls for the lesson. The possible combinations were virtually endless, and it really would take me all day to just scratch the surface.
I wish somebody would’ve told me being a Domme was this complicated, so I could’ve remained a content little submissive. Then again, once I started using the new devices on Jade and she began to twitch, shake, and groan, maybe today was a good day to be on top after all.
An Unexpected Guest
Laste’s first big party looked to be a good one, thanks to Sylvia and her extensive contact list of the who’s-who. Word had gotten out about not only his new status as one of the elite in the BDSM community, but about the high quality bondage paraphernalia and sex toys he was making with his friends. Their displays took up almost half the ballroom, and with live girls modeling the best items, interest was at an all-time high.
While I didn’t have any displays of my own, I did help get most of the girls ready, especially Lori. I’d helped put together the ultimate outfit for fetish posture training, consisting of ballet boots with eight-inch heels, steel collar and chastity
belt (with built in dildo), nipple clamps, and a corset with extra reinforcement.
An adjustable vertical bar started at the back of the collar, had manacles for each wrist, and ended in a bulbous butt hook. By itself it would eventually teach her proper posture, but I took my TENS lesson and kicked it all up a notch. If she stood anything other than absolutely straight, the electrodes I added would start firing until she fixed her error.
I wasn’t creative like the boys were, so I was proud of being able to contribute something and assigned Lori to take door duty for the night so everyone could see her. Her collar had a built-in voice sensor to shock her if she spoke, but I disabled that today so she could answer questions from our guests. After all, it wasn’t nearly as much fun being clever and creative if nobody knew about it.
I actually knew more people here than Laste did, mostly due to living with Sylvia for so long. It was fun having them acknowledge my status as a Domme, although none of them seemed surprised for some reason. Maybe Sylvia had it in mind all along and just failed to tell me about it.
It would’ve been a perfect night except for one small detail; we had a party crasher. She was drunk, stoned, and tried to steal several small but valuable items, claiming that she was due half of everything here. She’d also broken Lori’s nose by shoving her hard into a wall, and cut Shelly’s hand with a stolen silver knife. I took over as host so he could deal with her… it was a real mess.
Word of the incident spread like wildfire, but I provided quick damage control and soon had everyone laughing at the audacity of someone trying to rob someone who owned about a billion restraints. Having a would-be thief gagged and hogtied on his office floor gave him a lot of additional credibility with his new friends.
When he rejoined the party he acted like nothing unusual had happened, and none of the guests commented on it either. All he had to say about it to me was that she’d be staying a while. I nodded with aplomb and joined everyone else in pretending it was all just business as usual, but I couldn’t wait for the party to end so I could find out what the hell was really going on.
***
The truth was even stranger than I’d imagined. I didn’t know it, but Laste had a step-sister who was a bit of a bad egg. He’d never met her before since she spent most of her days either living in a crack house, or staying in juvenile detention.
She’d recently turned eighteen and got out of juvie, coming almost straight here to claim what was ‘rightfully hers’ as her inheritance. When Laste’s dad and her mom had married, she was already a junkie and their wills were rewritten to exclude giving her anything other than a trust fund. They knew if she was left any kind of money she’d wind up dead in a ditch somewhere from an overdose.
She didn’t have a leg to stand on in that regards, and her stunt at the party had dug her into a pretty deep hole. She could’ve been charged with grand theft, assault with a deadly weapon, and drug possession, but she wasn’t. Under the approval of the chief of police, who was a friend of Laste’s, they worked out a private deal.
They’d keep her out of the system if she agreed to let Laste control her and straighten her out. It was an extremely bizarre situation, but she agreed in order to stay out of jail. We now had a reluctant new member of the household to train, but first we had to detox the drugs out of her.
Dana took charge of her withdrawal and initial orientation, which was a polite way of saying she kept her in restraints until she stopped trying to climb the walls. She spent the entire first week in a straitjacket and ankle cuffs, just to keep her from hurting herself or one of us.
She was a real wildcat, and we decided the best way to tame her would be to put her into a complete slave training regimen, with no holds barred. She actually told us to do our worst since this was like a vacation to her after being tied to a bed in a crack house and pimped out for ten bucks a pop.
At least here she was clean, wouldn’t go hungry, and didn’t have to worry about winding up dead at the hands of some druggie or her pimp. It was something close to a miracle she was actually disease free and still reasonably sane after all she’d been through.
We thought it’d be less traumatic for her if I handled the bulk of her training, and with Sylvia and Dana’s help, I started her on a strict and harsh routine. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but she needed discipline, and there was no way I was going to let Laste down when he needed me the most.
I steeled my resolve and decided to give her a crash course in what it meant to be submissive. If you didn’t count restraints or a gag, the only thing she was allowed to wear was shoes. I made sure she was bound for the night, and only Dana had the keys to release her.
Since a real nurse had a better understanding of what she physically needed, Dana took care of her in the mornings. She was released from her nighttime restraints long enough to pee and have a drink, and then it was off to the exercise room to make sure she stayed fit and limber.
My job was to handle the psychological aspects, and I thought it was the harder job of the two. My goal was to break her down completely and rebuild her from the ground up, so I was merciless in my decisions.
If she did poorly in her lessons or gave me any sass, then instead of real food she got a nutrient rich goo that was probably the healthiest thing possible for her to eat, but it pretty much tasted like dog shit. I also had Dana give her a daily enema instead of letting her go to the bathroom normally, just to drive home how completely under our control she was.
Her attitude improved quickly when she figured out I was using a ‘carrot and stick’ approach to her training, but some things were still difficult to deal with, especially her attitude towards sex. She thought of sex as something to either give her pleasure or get something from someone. She had no thought whatsoever about her partner’s needs, just what she could get out of it.
Sylvia made me take a hard line on that attitude and put her through extensive training. At least once a week I made her pleasure our entire staff (there were eighteen now) until everyone was completely satisfied, except for her. She had to learn that orgasms were a privilege to earn, not a right to take for granted.
I ended each day with a private training session for both of us under Sylvia’s supervision. I had blisters on my fingers from all the rope work I did, and a sore wrist and elbow from extended use of flogger, whip, and crop. Monica was obviously worse off than I was, but I made sure my blows were a lot lighter than normal so we wouldn’t destroy her completely.
On the day she managed to accomplish every task set for her without a single error, I gave her the first taste of the carrot since her arrival, and brought her to an absolutely Earth-shattering orgasm. She even remembered to thank me afterwards, and I was pleased with her progress.
Our solution to her problems had absolutely nothing in common with any twelve-step program on the planet, but it seemed to be highly effective. We had a long way to go before we’d be able to trust her, but we were off to a good start.
Home Sweet Home
Monica may’ve had a difficult training routine, but mine was just as hard. I was up two hours before she was, and stayed up long after she was put to bed for the night. It meant I considered myself lucky if I got five or six hours of sleep a night, and I was starting to get rather surly about the whole thing.
Brandon and Jerry were talking about turning Laste’s unused Texas ranch into a ponygirl farm and giving everyone a change of scenery. Once he approved, Sylvia and I got to take a bit of a break while they renovated the place. We were also on the next flight to San Francisco before he changed his mind. It felt strange walking through the front door again after so long, but extremely good. It was home.
Billy greeted us at the front door with a bottle of the best champagne money could buy, and practically ordered us out back where he had appetizers already waiting for us. I was cringing inside when I saw the state of the house after my yearlong absence, since Billy couldn’t clean worth shit. He was such a guy.
I re
sisted the urge to take care of things and sat on the patio with Sylvia, relaxing for the first time in what felt like forever. God, I never knew how badly I needed a break until I actually got it. I wanted to sit in this shitty plastic chair forever if I could.
Billy treated us like goddesses, spoiling us rotten and leaving nothing to chance. I was amazed he was able to put together a feast like this on such short notice, but he always could work miracles when it came to food. Despite his being a submissive, he took complete charge of us throughout the night, giving us a homecoming we’d never forget.
After dinner he ‘ordered’ us into the hot tub so he could hand feed us strawberries with cream, truffles, and more champagne. It was nice to be pampered, nicer to have a stress free night, and nicest to share it with Sylvia and Billy. I only wish Claude was here so everything could be like it was before.
I forced that thought away in a hurry so I wouldn’t start moping and ruin our little homecoming party, but it wasn’t easy. Luckily, Billy hopped into the tub between us and started giving us some attention, his fingers working away between both our legs like he was ambidextrous.
It was a more than welcome distraction, and after I came I was completely wiped out and ready for bed. Sylvia returned the favor to him while I hopped out and stood under a cool shower for a few minutes. I think I fell asleep within seconds of hitting the bed.
***
When I woke up the next morning, it took me a few moments to remember where I was. I must’ve been more exhausted than I thought, since Sylvia was lying on one side of me and Billy on the other. I never heard or felt them join me last night, and I wondered if I ruined the last part of Billy’s homecoming plans.
No matter… we had plenty of time. I carefully crawled out between them and over the foot of the bed so I wouldn’t disturb their sleep, and took care of some pressing business. They were still dead to the world when I emerged from the bathroom, and looked so comfortable that I decided to do some of my own pampering this morning.
