by Alan Horn
I screamed. It felt harder than the last one. But I didn't plead. She had made it clear she would ignore my words. Her hand touched my right breast. It repeated its fondling. My ass hurt but I felt loved.
"Girls need to experience intense feelings. Then they will understand that pain and pleasure are just names for the same thing. Soon your body will feel intense sexual pleasure from what it now names pain."
I felt her hand stroking my ass, feeling the ridges she had given me. It hurt a little but made them feel better. I wanted it to continue. I felt my pussy tremble as she touched me. Her hand reached around me an stroked my labia. It was arousing me. I felt my nipples harden and engorge. My belly was getting hot.
The third stroke landed, below the others. I did think I was going to die. It seemed to hurt more than before, but strangely, the hurt faded before I finished my scream. It worked. I was filled with lust. My belly was on fire. I was in a agony of need. I heard my voice pleading for more. My love juices were filing my pussy. I was sopping wet.
"Anne, I just heard you change from pain to pleasure. You are now moaning in lust. Shall I whip you again?"
"Oh, yes, Please, Mistress. Whip me. Whip me harder. Now, please."
The next stroke was bliss. It gently added to the heat of my ass and made my belly explode with a huge orgasm. My climax went on and on. When I again was aware of the room I was dangling from my wrists. My arms felt the stretch but didn't hurt. I got my feet under me and stood again.
Alice freed my hands and relocked them behind me. She took me to the bed. She sat on the edge and leaned back, my leash in her hand. She pulled her feet back and spread her knees wide.
"Service me, Anne, my slave."
I knelt between her legs. "Yes, Mistress." I leaned forward and kissed her labia lips. She pulled my leash taut so I had to keep my face in hr pussy. I didn't mind. It was where I wanted to be. I felt such love for her to rival Apollo's lure.
"Deeper, Harder," she ordered.
I thrust my tongue deep and licked her soft, moist, sweet flesh as hard as I could. I felt a trickle of her musky perfume around my tongue. It was like nectar to a bee. I sucked and licked all I could find. The trickle continued to please me. I heard her moans of pleasure grow louder. Her legs clasped my head tight. Her belly spasmed around my tongue as if it were her lover. I found her clit and sucked and licked it. She went crazy. She screamed and her whole body went rigid as she orgasmed around me. I felt her lust fulfilled flow into me. I almost climaxed again, but not quite. She slowly relaxed her grip on me, all but my leash. She held my nose tight to her groin. When I opened my eyes all I could see were her labia and above them her knuckles white around my leash. I felt twice a slave. More helpless than usual and in lust for her. She sat up straight, still holding me close.
"Clean me, slave." She relaxed her grip, just enough. I licked her clean, swallowing everything I could. A little wound up on my ring and chin.
I knelt upright still between her legs. She still held my leash, loose in her hand. "Do you like being a slavegirl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Would you rather be a man?"
"Oh, no, Mistress."
"Why not?"
"Mistress, I don't think a man could be aroused by a whip, or by loving a woman like we just did. Or have the same sisterly love I feel for you. He would love, but only for a short time. I could do this forever."
"This is how you want Ramira to feel, don't you?"
"...Yes, I guess so."
"So, you have only two issues. Your revenge for what Ramon did to you and getting her to feel like you do now. I suggest you have already had revenge by his 'conversion' to your point of view. You should also be grateful his actions led to you being here. You should consider how to make her feel like you do. Stand up."
I stood and she removed my leash and freed my hands.
"Mount the chair. Ask for 'Female Sexuality 1.' Come see me when you are done."
"Yes Mistress." I didn't need any more lubricant as I settled onto the big, friendly dildo. My libido kicked into high at the first touch of my welcome intruder. I soared off into bliss and when I came down I was sweating and tired. I lifted my self off the huge dildo with a wet, sucking sound. I was still aroused and wanted more, but I thought I should cool down for a while. Besides, I had Ramira to care for. My ardor for revenge had cooled after Alice's demonstration. She was probably right. I went back to my room, thinking about the things I would need. For now, not much.
I entered my room and saw Ramira hadn't moved. Of course.
"House, I need two cushions."
A catalog of cushions appeared before me and scrolled by. I saw a style I liked and house said, "They will be delivered to your door in three minutes."
"Thank you, house."
I attached the wall chain back to Ramira's collar and removed the hoist chain. "Kneel."
Ramira responded in perfect form, "Yes, Mistress." She knelt in place.
"Ramira, what are you?"
"Mistress, I am your slave."
"And?"
"Mistress, I am a female."
"You know there is going back, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress. I thought that would be the case."
"Are you content with being a female?"
"Mistress, I was proud and happy as a man. I am ashamed of my body. It is so weak and sensitive. I can no longer live up to my standards. No, I wish with all my heart to be a man again."
"You know, don't you, that half the people are female. They all have standards to uphold too. Just not the ones you value."
"Yes, Mistress. I suppose that is true."
"What standards do you think females should have? Remember that here all females, including me, are slaves, property of a man."
"Mistress, I have not thought of this. I suppose a woman should try to be pretty and helpful and obedient. They should be pleasing to men and friendly to women."
"Should they be give good sex to men and women?"
Mistress, I had thought that as slaves, we had to do anything our masters wanted of us. And be good at it or we would be punished."
"True. But what about other slaves. Should we give good sex to them?"
"Can they punish us if we refuse, Mistress?"
"No. But they won't be nice to us if we are not nice to them. And sex with another woman is more gentle and friendly than with men."
"Mistress, I would like that, but I'm used to having a cock for sex. I don't know how to please a woman any other way."
"You'll learn."
I heard a knock at the door and opened it. My new cushions were sitting there with two women. They brought them in and placed them where I pointed. "Thank you. Is there anything I need to do for you?"
One of the women walked over to me and kissed me on the mouth, thoroughly. She said, "That's all. I'm Trish. I'll see you later."
The second woman had queued up behind the first and also kissed me. Just as well as Trish. "I'm Vicki. We'll see each other in the evening. Bye."
They both left. I stood still and looked after them. I turned to Ramira, "See what I mean. Between slavegirls, sex is gentle and friendly. It was not like that on Earth, but we weren't slaves, either. Stand up and face the wall." I shortened her chain so her collar was only a foot from the wall. I freed her hands, one at a time, and locked them to the wall ring.
"It doesn't work this way for men, but when girls are whipped, just right, they have an orgasm. This is one of the standards you are going to like to change." I got the whip and stood behind her.
I did to her just what Alice did to me. Ramira screamed and moaned in pain for the first few strokes. Her bells chimed loud at every stoke and as long as she danced. Talk about music to your ears. Her bottom got a lovely shade of rose with bright red lines. I spaced the stripes out and fondled her breasts and pussy and all over her between them. Her screams and moans changed to those of pleasure after six stripes. While she was writhing against the wall and moaning, I reach
ed around and stroked her pussy. It was dripping with her love juices. I finger fucked her for a few seconds and she exploded. It must have been her first orgasm. Her cry of climax was loud and full of joy. Her spasms were powerful and lengthy causing a continual chiming of bells. I let her dangle on the wall moaning and gasping until she was done. More than two minutes. She looked and sounded so lovely. I was close to coming myself.
When she was finished and hanging limp I had her stand up. I freed her hands and locked them back behind her then I lengthened her collar chain. "Kneel, Slavegirl."
"How do you feel now?"
"M...Mistress, my ass is tender and my gut is jelly. I had an orgasm. It was so strong and it lasted so long. I've never felt anything like it before. I thought I had gone to heaven. Is it always that good for girls?"
"Ramira, it is better for girls than boys. This was your first, so I expect later ones won't be as memorable. But many things affect them. Like whether you get one from the whip, a man, or a woman. Whether you are in bondage or not. Whether you are standing or laying down. The amount of foreplay. Whether it is the first, second, third, etc of a series."
"Mistress, you mean I can have more than one at a time?"
"Oh yes, we girls can have a lot in a row. It helps us serve a lot of men while the first ones are recharging. That works the same on Earth. And you know what else? It aroused me to whip you. It was great fun watching you dance around and start enjoying the whip."
"Mistress, really? I thought only guys like whipping a girl."
"Nope. Everyone likes it."
"Mistress, I wish you would whip me some more. I liked it more than I ever thought I would."
"Not now. Now what do you think about being a girl?"
"Mistress, the sex just blew me away. But as a man I was in charge. Everyone listened to me. Now I'm less than nothing. No one cares what I think. Hell, I don't even care what I think. I just do what I'm told. I want to matter in some way."
"Ramira, even on Earth, women almost never mattered as much as men. They are bigger and stronger. Here, they're also smarter and have super powers. Get used to it. You're a girl from now on. But women have been coping with life from the bottom for centuries. We have ways of coping. For starters we make ourselves desired by what we look like, how nice it is to have us around. How much help we can be. You'll learn. Also, I've learned to be a slave. There is a good feeling, almost like being aroused, in submission. You take pleasure in his appreciation of your efforts."
"OK, enough of that. Let's go get cleaned up." I took her into the bath and chained her in the shower. I freed her hands. Use one of these towels when you finish. Just tell the shower what you want. Like this, 'shower on, temperature one hundred Fahrenheit.' The water came on. I left her in there and did my preliminaries. After a minute I joined her in the shower. There was plenty of room. She gaped at me. "face the wall. I rubbed soap all over her front using both hands. I paid particular attention to her erogenous zones. I played with her bells and rings. She squealed at appropriate times and leaned back against me. Her hands roamed around my pussy. It felt good. We were bonding and she was learning the feel of our bodies. I used the hand held shower head and rinsed her off. She turned around so our breasts touched. I was a tiny bit taller so her nipple rings lay just under my nipples. We embraced lustily. Our bodies pressed together with a jangle of her bells and we kissed. I was her mistress so she let my tongue take the lead in exploration. She tasted so good. I don't know why I was so angry with her before. Our pussies touched and gyrated together. I was getting hot and she acted like she was too.
I broke apart and locked her hands behind her. I unlocked her from the shower and took her to the bed. We were both wet. I locked her chain to the wall ring and put her on her knees beside the bed. I sat on the edge. "Lick my cat, bitch."
She buried her head in my cunt and started licking. I was well aroused.
"Now stick your tongue in my pussy and lick harder. Suck my juices."
Ramira did a great job. She kicked my pussy into high gear and I exploded in seconds. She stopped and leaned back, just watching me and smiling. "Don't stop, keep going."
She leaned back in and got her tongue going again. I moaned a lot. She seemed to grasp the basics well. I had my second climax in short order. "Suck me dry," I shouted. Keep licking."
After my third orgasm I had to stop. I was spent. "Rest, Ramira. You were great."
I looked at her. Her face was shiny with my love juice. She was licking her lips.
"How did I taste?
"Mistress, I think I'm addicted. You tasted like musk and honey and wildflowers and berries. I could drink your juice all day."
"You're turning into a sweet girl, Ramira. Still wish you were male?"
"Mistress, I want to wish that. But I'm having more fun and joy than I ever did as Ramon. That was a hard life."
"Good answer."
"What do you think about the baubles and tattoo I put on you?"
"Mistress, they are noisy, but decorative. My Latin heritage thinks bells and rings are just about right. I haven't seen them on anyone else and I don't want to be an exhibit. I want to fit in so I would like to lose them."
"I like them, but you do stand out. I'll think about it. Now we need to get cleaned up again. I think we'd better shower separately this time."
I left her in the bedroom and showered. After I finished, I put her back in the shower. After we were both clean and dry, I took her to dinner.
Although things seemed to be going well with her, she was still too new to trust completely. I would leave her hands locked behind her most of the time. I took her to the eating room on her leash. There were several other slaves in the room getting ready to eat when we arrived. We all had to eat from bowls on the floor. Whoever was the assigned attendant that meal would have her hands free. She made sure everyone had their hands secured before getting their food. She also released them afterwards. It hardly seemed necessary, but it was a rule.
Everyone stopped what they were doing when I brought Ramira in. Of course she jangled more than anyone else when she moved so everyone turned to look. She was like nothing they had seen before. I mean they all were chained slavegirls, but none of them wore tattoos or rings and bells in their flesh. They all gathered round us and played with her rings and bells. She blushed scarlet all over. Several girls fingered her tattoo. I'm sure some of the earth girls in Olympus had tattoos, but none in Apollo's house. One turned to me since I was holding Ramira's leash and asked me what it meant. I explained that Ramira had once been Ramon and Apollo had changed her because of his evil actions. All the girls questioned Ramira about Ramon's misdeeds. She was truthful but brief in her answers. I still had the truth charm on my cuff. When they started to look disapproving, I explained she was turning into a sweet girl and I did not hold a grudge. I also explained I had been assigned to tame her and asked them to help me if they had any ideas.
They drifted away and got back to getting their dinners. I took Ramira to a place and clipped her leash to my cuff. Then my wrists were locked and we both knelt for our dinners. After the first few times, the food ritual seemed normal. I always got some food on my nose ring, but the attendant cleaned us when we were done. I couldn't help but remember a TV show about the pilot fish that cleaned the shark's teeth after it ate.
After we ate I took Ramira to what I called the rec room. It was where the girls and men of the house gathered in the evening for socializing. Sometimes a girl would give a performance: dance, singing, musical, acrobatics. There was always something to do. There were a few chairs for the men and a bunch of mats, since the girls weren't allowed on the furniture. I wandered and talked to several girls. No men had arrived yet. Several of the girls approached and asked if I had tried any pet play with Ramira yet. I didn't know what they meant.
Chapter 7 : The Pet
Cheryl said, "She plays the role of a pet, usually a puppy or kitten. Its a great way to teach her dependence and obedience. There'
s a training session in the chairs for it. Let's go give it to her and then we can put her in a costume. It sounded perfect so I agreed. Ramira looked doubtful, but she was a slave. The girls and I took her to the training center and helped her mount a chair. She squealed a bit as she sank over the dildo. It only took a minute or so before she was done. We helped her off the chair then we followed the girls to a nearby room. The house made Ramira some sheaths for her arms and legs, a butt plug tail, a muzzle gag, a vibrator, and a mask. We dressed her and she settled into the role. The vibrator slipped deep into her pussy and stayed there as if by magic. A remote control for the vibrator was built into he muzzle. If someone said 'Good Girl' she would get ten seconds of vibrator on high. The leggings held her legs folded up and had knee pads. I put her leash on her collar and we led our 'puppy' back to the rec room. Ramira's role was simple. She was to act like a puppy. Obey every command as well as possible and beg. Everyone in the room was given a whip to use if she misbehaved.
I took her leash off and announced to the room, "Excuse me. I have brought my new puppy here to be trained. Please command her and tell her she's a 'Good Girl' if she obeys you well. Feel free to touch her anywhere in any way. Please use a whip to correct her if she does not obey well. She may beg you for attention. If she deserves it, please tell her she is a 'Good Girl. Thank you."
"Ramira, you're on. Go to someone." She scampered on her hands and knees to the nearest woman.
I watched her progress around the room. She rolled over, played dead, begged with her hands in the air, chased a ball. She had to nudge it back with her muzzle since she couldn't use her mouth with the muzzle. She was kept quite busy and active. When I called her back she was wet with perspiration.
"Puppy, are you aroused?"
She nodded her head.
Would you like to orgasm?"
She nodded her head again.
"OK. Go to people and beg them for relief. Don't touch your pussy with your hands. You can use anything else."
She trotted to a woman and sat up in begging position. She failed to make herself understood here. She eventually tried humping the corner of a small table. Everyone understood what she wanted then. People let her hump their hands, legs, feet. She got many 'Good Girl' comments. Eventually she climaxed on her back in the middle of the room with much writhing and moaning. When she calmed down I got her back on hands and knees and put her leash on. I thanked everyone for their help and took her back to my room.
