THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 9
Willis Morgan was pondering just what would be the best way to incorporate Mei-Ling and Cara into his slave stable. Mei-Ling had extraordinary talents--as a slave, she would only need to learn proper slave protocol and deportment; everything else came naturally. Her Geisha training would have to be felt out gradually. He would not use her as a Geisha, per se, but rather as an exotic, incorporating her Geisha background into her slave duties a little bit at a time. He would have to find a way to get her training other girls as soon as possible. Cara might help with that last part.
Cara, on the other hand, might be a problem. She could take the brutality of forced servitude, rape and exotic punishment, but her attitude would keep her punished constantly. Brutality from male hands evoked only defiance. His own female trainers sometimes lacked the subtlety and delicacy which he felt might be the key to breaking Cara properly. No, he would make Cara Mei-Ling's first pupil.
Perhaps today would provide just the right opportunity. Cara's trainer just reported to him that she had mouthed off when her anal-enlargement phallus had been inserted. She had mouthed off further, several times, when being instructed in fellatio. She was currently in a small kennel cage, wrists cuffed behind her, cock-gagged, freshly welted and still growling in anger.
Morgan summoned Mei-Ling. She arrived promptly, dressed in garter belt, stockings and high-heeled clogs. He noted approvingly that she walked well in the clogs which helped display all the right angles on her body. She entered, kneeled before him, kissed his feet then leaned back on her heels. Her head was held high, her knees spread wide, her wrists crossed behind her as if bound. Yes, she was training well. After the traditional verbal greetings between Master and slave, Morgan got right down to business.
"In our previous talks, I mentioned to you the possibility of training other slaves. A problem has been popping up lately with a particular slave which you might be able to deal with well. Are you interested?"
"Master, I am a slave. If my helping to train another slave would please you and further my own training, then of course I would do anything you wish me to do."
"Good. Read this, here and now. It is the file on the slave Cara."
Mei-Ling read through the file which listed both the slave's background and a long list of her current offenses.
"She is not broken, Master. She refuses to submit; she does not accept her enslavement. She feels she is stronger than her chains."
"Yes. What do you suggest?"
"She needs a punishment which exposes, humiliates and tortures at the same time, one which can be prolonged without severe injury, one which leaves her at the mercy of many other people. I would suggest ten to twelve hours of uncomfortable bondage in a public area, followed by a night in a chastity belt serving her training Mistress' pleasure with lips and tongue. Should she hesitate in her service, the punishment would be repeated and intensified daily."
"I agree. We will let her finish out her day as usual today. In the morning, her Mistress will demand service. When Cara rebels, she will be delivered into your hands."
"Thank you, Master."
"You yourself have been progressing wonderfully. Usually, it is not considered good training practice to complement a slave in training, but in your case, it seems you want to train, you want to submit, you want to give pleasure, sometimes you even seem to desire punishment, although you do little to earn it."
"Yes, Master. My life is devoted to serving men. In my Geisha training, I was taught much in the traditional ways of pleasing men. But here, I have discovered how much more there is to learn. The whole experience of enslavement is so much more devoted to giving pleasure. Beyond giving pleasure directly, I have come to learn how much more pleasure I can give by my own restraint and punishment. As a Geisha, I was selfish by comparison. As a slave, I can truly give all of myself, far beyond what I thought possible. Now, all I desire is to be trained absolutely, irrevocably, in submission. I wish to be a perfect slave."
"Excellent. I shall continue to instruct your trainers to be particularly harsh and demanding of you, to expect perfection and punish any shortcomings with the greatest severity. In fact, I wish to abuse you a bit right now..."
From a desk drawer, Morgan withdrew a pair of nipple clamps with attached two-ounce weights. He handed them to Mei-Ling.
"I think you sometimes seek out attention to the distraction of the staff. You will put the clamps on your nipples now, yourself, and leave them on until you are to be chained for the night.
"You will also keep the clips with you in the future. Put them on when you yourself feel you have fallen short. Remove them only with the permission of your training Mistress."
She put on the first clamp, inhaling sharply at the pain and again as she released the weight to hang. Her reactions were the same on the second clamp. As she moved, feeling the swing of the weights, she realized quickly the intensity of the punishment.
"I will give you another option. Would you like your hands locked behind your back?"
She thought for a second, then said, "I can endure the clamps and will not remove them without permission. But if it would please you more to handcuff me, I will gladly submit."
"It would please me more."
On her knees, wrists already crossed behind her, she crawled to Morgan's feet, then turned away from him, giving him access to her wrists. "Please, Master, handcuff the wrists of your punished slave."
The handcuffs were quickly locked on. Mei-Ling turned, again facing him from her knees, her hands now lost to her. "Thank you, Master."
"Mei-ling, I wish to see how well a punished slave gives pleasure while undergoing her punishment."
"As you desire, Master. Do you wish me to suck your cock?"
"Yes."
He withdrew his organ, remaining seated. Mei-Ling crossed the short distance separating them and took him into her mouth. She began sucking him off, sensuously and slowly. She was a rare slave, one who truly loved her enslavement. He noted that each movement of her head caused the weights hanging from her nipple clamps to swing, causing her more pain. Yet she continued her movements.
Soon, he came in her mouth. She swallowed, reverently, almost like she was drinking a gift from the gods. When he withdrew from her mouth, she smiled, gloriously, seemingly oblivious to the pain in her tortured breasts.
He noticed a drop of his come had trickled down from the side of her mouth and remained visible, drying on her face. With her hands locked away, she would be unable to wipe it away. Her own arousal was visible, and she would not be able to relieve herself.
He dismissed her with a smile and a wave. She rose and walked out, still smiling, her wrists still cuffed behind her, her weighted nipple clamps bouncing almost gayly from her chest.
Yes, she would be a treasure. And tomorrow would be another day.
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