by Alan Horn
"Go get cleaned up. Breakfast when you're ready."
I showered and dried my hair. I added some lipstick and decided the rest of my face couldn't be improved. I went back to the bedroom. The bed was made and the room was tidy. I bet Apollo didn't do any of that. I approved. I don't ever want to see him doing anything domestic. That would be so wrong.
"You look good. Turn around."
He locked my hands together then we were in a dining room. There was food on the table. A single place was set. My bowl was on the floor, as usual. I knelt in front of it while he sat at the table. We both ate. His hand toyed with my head several times. I felt like a favorite pet. Just me dining with him. I got some food caught on my nose ring, as usual. When I finished, he wiped it off.
"You know, I just realized I haven't put your tag or bell on you. Let's go do that now. Stand."
"Yes, Master." I stood up. Then we were in what looked just like a jewelry shop on Earth. He spoke to the man who greeted him. Soon I had a large disc engraved with 'Anne, Property of Apollo' and a large gold bell. Both hung from the front ring of my collar.
He took us back to his terrace.
"Ramira is waiting for you in your room. Do you want anything else?"
"Master, I intend to tame her and to get rid of a lot of residual anger. I want to pierce and mark her. She's your property. Is this all right with you? Oh, and I'll need a whip."
"Its OK. Ask the house for whatever you need."
He unlocked my hands. Then I was standing in my room. It was the first time I was ever there. There was Ramira. Hands locked behind her and a chain fastening her to a wall. I ignored her and explored. I found a bathroom with a large shower and a complex toilet. I suspected it was a bidet and had some automatic functions. There was a door into a hall and a king size bed. There were rings all over the place for securing people, like me I guess. But definitely Ramira. There was a small door into a built-in cabinet. It was empty. There was a dressing table complete with lipstick and a hairbrush. I even had a window onto a lawn. There was a small walk in closet, but I didn't know why. No women had any clothes or shoes to fill it. The floor felt like a soft carpet, but looked like linoleum or concrete. Later.
I was easily ten feet away from Ramira. I faced away from her and said, "Stand up." I turned around and she hadn't moved. Obviously the sound deadening charm was working fine.
"House?"
"Yes," said a female voice.
"What should I call you?"
"House is fine."
"You know I have authority over this girl, Ramira, and you are to aid me in doing some things to her?"
"Yes."
"I need a whip suitable for disciplining her. I also need to get her to a place that can put a tattoo on her , pierce her and install some jewelry."
"Yes. The whip is in the delivery cabinet on your wall. When you are ready, I will transport you to and from a body modification shop. I will authorize them to follow your instructions."
"I will need a hoist installed in this room suitable for lifting her off the floor."
"It will be ready when you return from the modification shop."
I went to Ramira who had been silently watching me. She still had the leash on her nose ring.
"Hello, Ramira. How long have you been here?"
She was sullen and sarcastic, "Hours, Mistress."
I went to the cabinet and took out the whip. Ramira's eyes widened when she saw it. I went back to her and Used the whip to hit whatever skin was nearest to me as she writhed in pain on the floor.
She yelled a very informative string of curses. I ignored them. Soon she was screaming, "Stop. Please!" and some variations. When she switched to sobbing and faint begging, I desisted.
"Ramira, you were punished because you were sarcastic. Sarcasm and general snarkiness is not permitted. There are consequences for your actions. Now stand up."
She struggled up. It was difficult in her restraints. I Released the chain from her collar and let it drop. I picked up her leash . "Ramira, you are going to learn to heel. Walk to my right one pace and two paces behind me. Watch me and follow my lead. When I stop, kneel on the ground beside me. When I start, get up and resume your position. Because of your short ankle chain you must rock back on your toes and push yourself up. Let's try it."
I turned around and walked across the floor. She followed me as I turned and looped across the floor. When I stopped, she sank to her knees. She was choppy, not graceful, but OK for the first time. I put my hand on her head and patted her. Good girl." I started walking and she popped up well for the first time. I stopped and she responded well again.
"House. I'm ready to go to the shop."
Ramira and I were in front of a jewelry shop. I led her in and found a silver ringed girl waiting for me.
"Welcome mistress. This is Ramira?"
"Yes. Is there somewhere we can put her wile we decide details?"
"Yes, of course. She led us through a doorway and down a short hall to a room with a large, complex chair.
"Just have her sit in the chair, mistress." Once Ramira was down I fastened her rear collar ring to a matching ring on the chair. Once Ramira was secured the shop girl and I went back to the front off the shop. I had a design in mind. We discussed Earth versus Olympus symbolism and placement and color and style. Once we settled on the tattoo, I switched to the piercings I wanted. That was easy since only a few places would do. We went back into Ramira's room. I ordered her to sleep and it worked like a charm.
The girl worked on her for a long time, getting the markings perfect. The piercings took much less time. When finished, I woke Ramira and stood her in front of a mirror.
Her discomfiture was gratifying. The tattoo was above her left breast and over six inches high. It was a thick, dark circle with a cross hanging from the bottom. The ancient symbol for femininity. Above the circle pointing out was an arrow just as thick but separated from the circle and faint. It was a clear sign of lost masculinity. Everyone that saw Ramira would know she was once a man.
The piercings flaunted her sexuality and femininity. I had placed a large gold ring in each nipple and each labia lip. Hanging from each ring was a six inch chain supporting a large gold bell.
She was sobbing and saying "No. No. No. It can't be. This is too cruel."
I thought the ensemble was quite fetching for a fallen girl who was once a man.
"Well, Ramira, you look stunning. I think they turned out well, don't you?"
"Mistress, why have you done this? I look like a cheap whore. My men will fuck me."
"Ramira, you forget. Your men are now your girls. They won't be able to fuck you. But I'm sure they will want you to eat their cats."
She started sobbing louder.
"Well, let's go home. I think a nice walk to show off your new look to the people will be nice. Now here's how this is going to work. Women, including me, are not allowed in public unless we are in a man's custody or our hands are locked behind us. We are all slaves. So, I am going to fasten your leash to my bracelet then lock my hands together. If you misbehave, I will thrash you soundly when we get home. You will have no chance to escape."
I walked out of the shop with Ramira resisting the tug of the leash only briefly.
I sauntered, pausing often to let the passersby study Ramira. She was obedient and followed the heel protocol to the letter. She cried a lot and looked so forlorn. Many women and a few men stopped to look at her. Many asked about her tattoo and rings. Apparently these were rare here. I enjoyed Ramira's shame. It fit my plan perfectly. I had to get him to internalize his femininity. And also acknowledge his masculinity was forever lost. My nose ring led us home in short order. When we entered the house, my hands were freed, by the house, I guess. It also gave me a guide dot to show me to my room. Important since I had never gotten there through normal space.
When we entered I looked around and saw the hoist chain descended through the ceiling. There was an up and down button on a nea
rby wall. I took Ramira to a wall, put the chain back on her collar, and removed her leash. I lowered the hoist chain and fastened the end to her wrists then I removed the chain from her collar. Now only her wrists were secured to something. I raised the hoist chain until her wrists were pulled up almost vertical. Her body was parallel to the ground.
She started pleading to be let down before her arms were even level with the ground. She whined and begged most piteously. It seemed her former male machismo had already fled. I had the house give me a ball gag. I got it from the cabinet and held it to her mouth and said, "Open." She clenched her teeth and refused to open for it. I used the whip and laid several quick strokes on her ass. She screamed at each one.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I will obey. Please let me obey."
I stopped whipping her and she opened her mouth for the gag. I stuffed it in and pulled the strap tight. I raised the hoist until just her toes were on the floor.
My plans were still forming. I knew there were several major changes I wanted to make in her. She had to accept she was a girl forever, there was no going back. She needed to feel the pain and the pleasure being a girl brought. She needed to want the sexuality and lust that came with her body. Then she needed to feel and want the pleasure that obedience and submission would bring.
I left her dangling from her wrists and went to find Alice. The house told me she was in the training room and provided a guide dot for me. When I got there Alice was just getting out of a chair.
Chapter 6 : Progress
Archana and Leelavathi met again. They sat in richly appointed chairs. Servants waited just outside, ready to bring food, drink and other amusements. Today they would wait in vain.
Leelavathi said, "Thank you for coming so promptly. I have found a worthy ally and determined that my plan is feasible."
"Is your new ally strong enough?"
"He is one of Brahma's advisors. Is that strong enough?"
"By Shiva's teeth, yes. How did you find him?"
"Favors and earthly needs are valuable tools."
"Ah, yes, I see. Will it last?"
"I have taken precautions to ensure it will last long enough. In the end he will reap the rewards of successful braveness."
"Does he agree with your plan?"
"He appreciated its use of misdirection to move the defenders to Earth. Then we can take Olympus. We can't hold Olympus when the defenders return. But he believes we can achieve our goals by negotiating from a position of strength."
"And what of your Lord Krishna? What will he think of our machinations behind his back?"
"Archana, He knows our position is righteous. Our sisters in Olympus have been enslaved far too long. They must be freed. We are as important as males everywhere else in the universe."
"What of his concerns about the other realms?
"He fears the Olympians. I will convince him that if we can best them, then the other realms will fear us too."
"But won't the other realms despise us for using Draks as allies?"
"No matter if they fear us."
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"Hi. Alice. What did you learn this time?"
"More math. Just a refresher so I can get ready to go on."
"Ugh. math. How can you stand it. Its so dry and boring."
"We didn't meet under normal circumstances on Earth, so you have no idea what I did there do you?
"No. I guess I don't. So, what did you do there?
"I was a university Professor. In Mathematics."
"Oh, wow, you must be really smart. I'm sorry, you just seemed so normal I thought you had like, a regular job."
"OK. I guess I can 'fess up now. Before I was brought here the first time, I did have a regular job. I sold Real Estate. When I was here the first time I took a lot of chair classes and found I really like math. So I took several more. Now you have to realize Apollo and the other men here are far, far beyond what we know on Earth. The education I got here was like a Ph.D on Earth so they got me credentials and I got a job at the university. But here, I'm still in elementary school. I want to take more and see how far I can go."
"I wish I was smart enough for that kind of education."
"You may be. Before I came here I was dumpy and not too bright. I think when they bring one of us here they do a little tune up. I know my body and yours are much improved over our Earth-standard models. I think I'm smarter now too. You should try some of the classes like math or chemistry. Anything you weren't good at on Earth. I think you'll be surprised how easy they are now."
"OK. I'd like that. But later. If you're not busy now, I'd like your advice on how to handle Ramira."
"Sure. Where is she now."
"She's hanging out in my room."
"Hanging out?"
"Yep. Not comfortably, though."
"I'd like to see that. Can we talk with her there?"
"Yeah." I lifted my arm. "I still have the 'cone of silence.' Let's go see her."
"Very nice. I see you warmed her up some."
"Yep. She was being 'difficult.'"
We walked up close to the suspended girl. Alice ran her hands over a dangling breast and its new ring and bell. I stood on the other side and did the same. Ramira squirmed at the touches. She stamped her feet and whimpered.
"Pretty sensitive, isn't she? asked Alice."
The rings are new so I imagine she's tender there. I've got the same arrangement in her pussy. Do you want to see?"
"Yes, please. I want to see what you've got to work with."
I lowered her arms and moved the chain from her hands to her collar. I raised the chain so she was standing tall with her heels on the floor.
Alice felt inside Ramira's pussy and said, "dry." She showed me her fingers.
She took my hand and led me across the room. "Anne, have you had sex with a woman?"
"No." I was shocked. I had just blurted that out. Then I realized I was wearing the truth charm. It affected me as well as who I was talking to.
"Have you been spanked or whipped to the point of orgasm?"
"Spanked, not whipped."
"By Apollo?"
"Yes."
"Any one else?"
"No."
"As I thought. You need another session in the chair before we go any further. Turn around."
She clipped my hands together then she put a leash on my nose ring. "I'm taking you to the chair and I want you to think about what it means to be a slave. Don't talk. Just think."
She led me out of the room and to the training center. It wasn't a long walk and I thought about her instructions. I liked this life. I was happy. A slave's duty was to please her master. Of course he would give me things to do, like taming Ramira. But I didn't have to concern myself with anything else. I was free of shopping, traffic, appearances and taxes. Political correctness was gone. I had the best sex of my life. I loved that my master liked my body without clothes or makeup. Makeup. Every woman here was beautiful, but they weren't competitor. They were more like sisters. We all had the same goal: to please our master.
Alice had asked about sex with a woman and whipping or spanking to orgasm. I had never been close to a woman after I was old enough. There were stories and whispered imaginations, but nothing real. I couldn't imagine it. Why would it be like being taken by a man. That's how our bodies were designed. And spanking? Apollo had spanked me and it was great. It hurt and then it magically changed into an intense orgasm. Would that happen with someone other than one of these hunks? Was it something that all girls felt? That would be awesome. I have read some stories where a woman got off on a whipping. I always thought it was just fiction to sell books. What if there was some truth there? Would someone tie me up and whip me because I wanted it. The man or woman with the whip must get some good out of it too, or why bother.
Alice had locked my hands and put a leash on my nose ring. She must have wanted me to feel helpless for this lesson. I did. I was helpless. She could whip me now with no effort. I felt my pussy clench a
s a chill ran through my body. I wonder what it would feel like when I'm so helpless. "Alice, Mistress, may I speak?"
"Go ahead."
"Mistress, I've been thinking about being a slave. Would you whip me before I mount the chair?"
"Yes, Anne, it would be a pleasure."
I was sure she would enjoy it. I hoped I would enjoy it.
She stopped outside the training door and took a whip out of a cabinet. "These are always at hand. You'll see why in a minute."
She took me in the room with the chair. She unlocked y hands and locked them to a wall ring just above my head. I had to face the wall but had a lot of room to jump around. My leash was still dangling from my nose ring. I'd have to be careful of it.
"There are several guidelines for pleasuring a girl with the whip, Anne. AIm for her bottom. Its well padded and there are no internal organs just under the skin. Make each stroke hard enough to raise a welt, but don't cut the skin. Space them out. A minute or so apart is good. Its OK to talk to her and touch her. It seems to ease the pain if she screams. If the noise bothers you its also OK to gag her. The one whipping gets the most pleasure when her screams and moans of pain change to those of pleasure. These rooms are soundproof so scream all you want."
The first stroke landed across the middle of my ass cheeks before I was ready. I jumped and screamed. "That was too hard. I can't stand it. You'll kill me."
"The girl always begs and pleads. They don't die and they aren't injured. Just ignore their words and judge your work by the color of their stripes."
Alice's hand grasped my left breast and lifted it, played with it. She squeezed my nipple like a lover and pulled it. Up down, out, around in a circle. It was a gentle touch and it made me want more. The hand left me and the second stroke landed on my ass.
