The following morning, after giving her Mistress her morning pleasure, Nanette put in her regular training schedule. One hour at the mirror posturing was followed by an hour of calisthenics, a lecture and practice on slave deportment, a brief class on the Casino games and finally a pair of one-hour intensive practices devoted to analingus on the male and tit stimulation on the female.
She had an hour to herself from one to two P.M. and used it in the cafeteria. As she ate, she observed the four bodies bound for service. There was one male, a gardening worker, spending the day there for hitting on some female employees. Instead, he would get all the pussy he could eat.
There were three females. One she knew, an African slave called Nubia. The two had frequently been paired to serve, and they were occasionally put on display together. They had, in fact, been initiated by Morgan on the same day.
Then there was Margo. A guest until several days ago, she had gone overboard in her losses and was being trained as a slave. From the scowl on her face and fresh welts on her body, she had a long way to go.
Finally, there was a woman she did not know. Checking the computer, she found her name was Rose. She was an employee, a dealer to be precise, who sometimes had an attitude problem around payoffs. She was here to learn a bit about submitting properly to a face-fucking. There was a short whip hanging beside her and her body already displayed a few fresh welts.
Thinking it over as she lunched, Nanette decided to take some pleasure now while she could. There was no way to predict her afternoon duty, and with her scheduled to serve Morgan that night, it might be quite a while before she would be permitted an orgasm.
All four of them were bound flat on their backs on benches. In Margo's case, her head was also strapped immovably into position. They all remained silent. Whips were readily available and would cause no less pain when wielded by a slave.
She went to Rose. "It seems you have the wrong attitude towards eating out a female winner. I'm going to give you the chance to work on that for awhile."
Rose, true to form, responded with, "What? On a mere slave?!"
Nanette picked up the whip. "Yes, Rose. At the moment, I have the privilege and the time to use this cafeteria, including all its comforts. You are under punishment, and will service anyone and everyone who demands it of you, free or slave. You will service me, a mere slave, now."
Rose looked back defiantly, fire in her eyes.
Nanette swung once, wrapping the whip hard around her abdomen, right at her navel.
"Arrgh! Okay, bitch, you win! Let's get this over with..."
"A step in the right direction, but nowhere near good enough." She swung again, across the bottom of Rose's ribcage.
"A-a-argh! Christ, what do you want?!"
"You will ask me politely to sit on your face so you can suck me off, then do so with proper devotion and effort."
From over her shoulder, Nanette heard Nubia, laughing, say, "Ha, that'll be like getting blood from a stone!"
Immediately, Rose turned and retorted, "Talk on, bitch. l’m just doing a one-day stint. You'll be in chains 'till your cunt dries up!"
Now, Nanette whirled on both of them, swinging the whip, bringing forth screams. "Both of you, shut up, or I'll call in a Mistress to deal with you." That was enough to silence them for the moment. Considering the welts they both displayed before Nanette even started, they both knew that warning packed a real threat behind it. Nevertheless, she resolved to inform her own Mistress of the brewing conflict before it got any worse.
She stood over Rose's face. "Alright, cunt. You're going to suck me to orgasm whether you want to or not. And understand me well--I had a large coffee with my lunch, not to mention some soup. I'll need to piss in a few minutes. If you haven't gotten me off in time, well, you just might get a good taste! "
Horrified, Rose served her well, bringing her to an intensely enjoyable orgasm in barely five minutes. She noticed the others, watching intently, silently, as Nanette held her whip. Nubia was still angry at Rose. Margo was also angry, but petrified with fear. The male was suffering from his erection more than anything.
Rose used her mouth well, pleasing Nanette completely, even adding spice to an already highly charged scene with her own moans of frustration. Nanette understood Rose's plight through her own experiences in training and slave-service. Rose's arousal was blatant, her need extreme.
Finished, Nanette looked down and said, "Need something, slut?"
"You know damn well what I need!"
"But of course! You'd love for me to go down on you and suck you to a nice orgasm, right?"
"Oh, ple-e-ease!"
"Well, I'd be happy to!"
Rose broke into an enormous smile, until Nanette continued, "Except, I don't think my Mistress would want me to do it right now. After all, you are under punishment."
Now, Rose groaned piteously.
"Tell you what. Next time you have some free time, look me up. I spend half my waking time strapped down sucking people off anyway; just catch me on duty!"
As she left, she looked over her shoulder. Rose's face was soaked in juice, locked in the grimace of extreme frustration. Nubia was gloating to see Rose's suffering, but her own straps remained equally tight. Margo, her head strapped to her bench, was silent, still in fear. The unnamed male was staring at Rose's face, jealous, but desperately horny. He would remain so until late that evening.
Nanette's afternoon was a pushover. She spent four hours on a stint as a prize, most of it at the Roulette table.
One interesting scene developed when two males won the use of her for thirty minutes. They bound her in a position identical to that which Morgan used on her: legs spread wide, wrists locked behind her back and hoisted high towards the ceiling.
One male stood behind her and fucked her ass. The other used her mouth. Without warning, a bell rang once nearby. Immediately, the two men withdrew and exchanged positions. Now, she tasted her own ass on the cock in her mouth as the two played catch with her. They continued switching positions every several minutes until, at almost the end of the thirty minutes, they came together.
A female, aroused by the scene and about to begin play, came up with an interesting idea. If she won, she would be fucked in her cunt, then sit on Nanette's face to be cleaned and sucked for a time. If she lost, she would be strapped down, including a strap to hold her head in place, and would orally clean Nanette 's recently fucked ass, then suck her to orgasm for the remaining time.
A short time later, Nanette's ass was immaculate and she was quickly approaching her second major orgasm of the day.
Supper took place shortly after her game-room stint. She was alerted to the fact that Morgan would require her presence at ten P.M. With her required duties finished, she had some three hours of free time. She decided to use it well.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, slave ?"
"May I request a special duty?"
"Yes, you may." Her Mistress was pleased. Indeed, Nanette was coming a long way.
"I have had a relatively pleasant day. I have not been whipped or severely punished, and I took pleasure at lunch in the cafeteria, as well as at the Roulette tables. I want to serve Morgan well tonight, and I need something that will keep me in the right state of mind."
Her Mistress thought for a moment. "I agree. But it has to be done carefully. I don't want you exhausted--you'll need all your energy. I want you hot and ready, but not fucked out. Yes, I have just the thing..."
"Please Mistress, do what you will with me."
A short time later, Nanette was bound on a platform in the Hotel lobby before an audience of several dozen casual observers. She was strapped on her back on a board, her ass raised in the air.
She was wearing a suit made of stiff rubber, covering her entire body except her tits, ass and cunt. Her head was also covered, but her eyes remained available. She would see her audience.
Her legs were stretched high and wide, the black rubber of the suit framing and emphasizing the obscene exposure of her blatantly opened cunt and ass.
She was penetrated. Two dildos, large and long, were each mounted on separate arms mechanically controlled from below. As the one in her cunt withdrew, the one in her ass would move deeper until it buried its entire length within her. It would then begin withdrawing as the dildo in her cunt, having withdrawn to only an inch of penetration, also reversed direction and began penetrating her again. If the alternately stroking phalluses moved at a natural speed, they would easily bring her to orgasm regularly. However, they were set to move extremely slowly, taking almost a full minute for each penetration, two minutes for an entire cycle. Still, that was not all.
Her mouth contained a sizable cock-gag. A tube ran to her gag from a large transparent container directly over her face. Periodically, a male or female would piss into the container and the tube would carry the piss through the cock-gag and into her mouth.
She spent the entire two hours in her obscene display, her cunt and ass penetrated in slow motion under the spotlights, teasing her while denying her orgasm; her eyes exchanged glances with the onlookers as she suffered her humiliation, drinking the steady flow of their piss. By the time she was released to be delivered to Morgan, she dreamt of having the words "Wanton Slut" tattooed on her face for the world to see.
Her Mistress deposited her outside Morgan's door as before. This time, she was unshackled. Her wrists were crossed voluntarily behind her back, unbound. Her knees were spread wide. Her mouth contained a rubber cock, but it was not a gag. Rather than strapping it in, she held it in her mouth by sucking on it gently, carefully avoiding the use of her teeth just as she would with a real cock. Her nipples were clamped; the clamps each bore a two-ounce weight. Her hands never moved to ease their torture; she knew her duty.
Morgan and her Mistress watched her for some twenty minutes through a hidden camera as they discussed her training progress. Nanette held position. Even after her Mistress left, not even stopping for a word with her, and even for the additional ten minutes Morgan kept her waiting before taking her inside, she held position.
The door opened. Morgan looked down at her and merely snapped his fingers. She remained on her knees and crawled to the center of the room, her nipple clamps swinging painfully the entire time. She resumed her position, wrists crossed behind her back. Morgan took the dildo from her mouth.
As he looked at her, she said, "Master, may a slave speak?"
"Yes."
"Master, the last time I served you, I was guilty of rebellion, disobedience, resistance and selfishness. I cared more about my own pleasure and comfort than yours. I have since been punished and trained to correct those problems. I beg of you, please test my training. Please use me harshly, in any way you please. Punish me severely for the slightest shortcomings. And please, at the very least, allow me to properly perform those services I was so reluctant to perform the last time. Please Master, I beg you, use me as a slave."
As she finished speaking, she dropped her face to Morgan's bare feet and placed her lips on his toes, kissing them. Morgan stood for a moment, then slowly circled her. She remained in position, face to the floor, wrists crossed behind her.
"A slave's wrists should be bound. Beg for it. "
"Please Master, bind my wrists in any way that pleases you so they will not interfere with your pleasure. "
He padlocked her wrist shackles behind her as she knelt. She tested them, then said, "Thank you, Master. Your slave's wrists are secured."
He circled her once more, then said, "As I remember, the last time your ankles were spread wide, shackled to the floor."
"Please Master, if it would be your pleasure now, have me rise and spread my legs so you may properly shackle them far apart, displaying me as a slave should be displayed to please her Master."
"Do it!"
She stood and opened her legs, her feet somewhat further apart than they had been the previous time. Morgan locked them in place.
"If I remember correctly, you complained on your last visit about the raising of your arms behind you."
"Yes, Master, I did complain like a rebellious slave and deserve to be further punished for it. Please raise my wrists again, but higher this time."
He did so. He hoisted them some six inches higher than the last time, then added a strap above her elbows uniting her forearms behind her as they rose vertically behind her back.
Nanette grunted slightly at the intensity of her bonds, then said, "Thank you, Master. That hurts beautifully, and I'm sure it presents my tits and opens my crotch in a way that you will find pleasing."
He circled again, truly enjoying the slave.
"Master, I remember you having used four-ounce weights on my nipple clamps the last time. My training Mistress only used the two-ounce weights. If it would be your preference, please put on the heavier weights."
Morgan was becoming more impressed on each round. She was truly submitting, seeking out the pain for her Master's pleasure. He added weights to the clamps, bringing them up to four ounces each.
"O-o-o, Master, they hurt so wonderfully. I do so hope they please you."
He circled again, stopping in front of her. "You remember much about our last meeting. Feel free to continue. Do you recall what happened next?"
"Yes, Master. You used my ass and mouth. But first, I know how much pleasure you get from caning a slave. Please, Master, if it would please you now, cane my ass, hard. And please, if I cannot bare the pain well, do what you must to make me please you. I'm sure it would please you much more to fuck my ass after you've marked it properly."
"Indeed it would. How many strokes would you suggest?"
"Master, you gave me a dozen the last time, and I did not serve you properly. As punishment, please give me two dozen strokes with the cane."
Considering briefly, he approved. As he stood with the cane, she spoke again: "Master, I don't know if I can properly endure the cane yet, as I am still poorly trained. Please gag me, so I will not distract from your pleasure."
Morgan approved of it all. However, she was unwittingly controlling the scene, even if reading from his own preferred script. He would throw her off base.
"If you cannot control yourself, then you shouldn't be cock-gagged. That would give you too much pleasure. I've heard and seen how much you enjoy sucking cock."
He took a glass and a rag off a table and returned to her. Holding the glass under her cunt, he commanded, "Fill the glass with your piss!"
She groaned inwardly, realizing the humiliation to come. With some sustained effort, she produced about half a glass of piss .
Standing in front of her with the glass, the rag and a short length of rope, he said, "Now pig, beg for a gag which truly befits a slut such as you!"
"Please Master, I am guilty of slave-pride. Please gag me with a piss-soaked rag so I may remember my enslavement. And please Master, I deserve to be punished. Please, do not spare the cane."
The rag absorbed nearly all the piss in the glass. Morgan stuffed it firmly into her mouth, then tied it in tightly with the rope.
Nanette steeled herself for her coming agony, tasting her own piss, as Morgan warmed up with the cane. When the first stroke landed, she screamed long and hard through her gag.
Every muscle in her body flexed against the burning agony of the stroke. He had swung harder this time. And with her legs spread wider and her wrists raised higher behind her, she had less motion available to expend her pained responses. She used what little mobility she had and suffered the rest. Still, she had enough range of motion available to cause her breasts to swing wildly, and their attached clamps and weights danced uncontrollably, adding still more to her pain.
The caning continued, as did her agony. She suffered, screamed continuously through the gag and kept her nipple clamps dancing painfully throughout.
She was not fully aware when it ended until he removed the piss-gag from her mouth. She looked up at him and saw the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Thank you Master, for caning my ass. It hurt wonderfully."
As he put the cane away, she observed his cock, now rampantly erect.
"Master, would it please you to fuck my ass as I am bound now?"
He looked at her, bent ninety degrees at the waist, arms hoisted straight up behind her to the ceiling, weights still swinging from her clamped nipples, legs spread wide opening her lower holes and a beautiful set of welts rising on her ass.
"Yes, slut. In fact, few things on this earth would please me more!"
She looked up at him, smiling, and said, "Then please Master, fuck my ass, hard, like a slave should be fucked."
He did. He entered smoothly as her ass opened invitingly for him. He fucked her hard and fast, straining her bound body and swinging the weights on her nipple clamps on every stroke. He stayed in her ass for several minutes as Nanette groaned sensuously in that intense union of pain and pleasure. As he did on their last encounter, he switched suddenly to her cunt.
"Oh, Master! That feels so-o-o good! You'll have me coming in seconds, and I won't be able to stop it! Please Master, may I have permission to come?" As she begged, she flexed the muscles in her cunt, tightening around his cock, increasing his pleasure.
"No, slut. That will happen later, if at all. You know what happens first."
She did know. What was most important was Master's pleasure. She knew now, he preferred coming in her mouth.
"Thank you, Master, for reminding me of my place. Your pleasure must always come first. Please Master, may I finish you with my mouth? I know how much that would please you."
"Yes, you may." He withdrew from her cunt and walked around to her face.
As she moaned in the frustration of her denied arousal, she saw again the residue from both her lower holes which covered his cock. She remembered from the last time how much it repelled her. Now, still repelled, hanging in pain, she realized her enslavement. She knew it pleased him to degrade her in this manner. Now, instead of being put off, she found herself getting further aroused by it all.
"Please, Master, fuck my throat as hard as you did my ass and cunt. Use me well, as a slave should be used." With that, she opened her mouth wide, awaiting his pleasure.
He took her hair in both his hands, raising her head higher, straining her bondage, forcing her to open wider for him. He thrust his cock hard through her mouth, down her throat, until his pubic hair buried her face. He then withdrew, partially, to allow her to savor the tastes of her own body in her mouth. She licked and sucked him lovingly, pleased to service him and reveling in the degradation of tasting herself on his cock. Soon he began stroking again, controlling the depth of his strokes with her hair. She groaned in her use, his cock again penetrating her throat, his balls slapping her chin on every stroke and her tit-clamps being pulled constantly by the rapidly swinging weights adding to her pain load.
He continued pumping her hard, maintaining his tight, painful grip on her hair. His orgasm was approaching rapidly now, urged on by her active lips and tongue on every stroke. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth and see his balls beginning to tighten.
Her performance was impressing him to the point of wonder. Never before had he seen such a dramatic improvement in a slave in so short a time. He pulled out of her mouth briefly and hauled up painfully on her hair so as to look her straight in the eye.
She looked back at him in pain as he said, "You surprise me, cunt. Was your punishment so terrible that you have come so far, so fast?"
She thought for a second before responding. "No, Master. The part of me that was once free wants to think all of this is terrible. But it only takes an instant to learn to see one's self as a slave. As a slave, all of this is right, appropriate and arousing. Right now, what I would love more than anything in this world would be for you to shoot your come on my face and tits, then finish in my mouth. I would wear it as a badge of submission, proudly. Please Master, may I finish sucking you?"
He lowered her face to his cock again and pumped her mouth deeply. "Yes, cunt. I will grant your request!" He pulled out again briefly, to fulfill her request, spraying his come all over her, then plunged back into her mouth to empty the rest of his load down her throat. He himself cried out with the intensity of his orgasm while Nanette moaned in pleasure as well as in pain and in her own sexual denial. Now, to her, all were the same. Whether she was tortured, pleasured, teased or degraded, to her she was simply being used. As a slave, that was her fulfillment.
Morgan sat on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette, watching Nanette as she remained in her bondage. Her arms remained raised high behind her, her back still bent over ninety degrees; her legs were still spread, and her nipples still bore the weighted clamps. She had pleased her Master, and she was happy to endure her continued bondage if he desired it of her.
She had been bound so for the better part of an hour. She was suffering pain as well as sexual denial, and she would come in an instant if her clit were touched. She could taste and feel his come as it dripped slowly down her face and body.
He remained seated, watching her silently as he smoked, enjoying his view of her. Finally, he rose and stood near her. "If I gave you a choice between freeing your restraints but prohibiting your orgasm, and allowing you to come, but keeping you bound and clamped, what would you choose?"
"Master, it would not be right for me to choose, I am but a slave. I would have to know what would please you the most."
Morgan smiled. She had indeed learned well. He picked up a cat-o-nine tails and stood behind her.
"Slut! Beg me to whip your ass, then whip your cunt to orgasm!"
Nanette smiled, even knowing she would soon increase her suffering. She realized she had pleased Morgan well, and that even though administered through the whip, her orgasm would be a reward.
"Please Master, whip my ass with the cat, as much as you'd like, then, if you wish, allow me to come under the whip."
He laid the whip on hard on her old welts for a good twenty strokes. With Nanette as exhausted as she was, every stroke produced a scream. Then, without warning and without breaking rythem, he swung upwards between her widely chained legs and struck her cunt.
Nanette went into orgasm on the first stroke. Her orgasm continued with loud cries of pain and pleasure and a sensuous shaking of her ass for well over ten more strokes. Finally, she collapsed.
She hung painfully in her bonds, totally spent. She was drenched in sweat, still coated with drying come on her face and tits. Her ass, thighs and back were covered with welts. And her clamped nipples still slowly swung their weights.
She breathed slowly, absorbed in her bondage. She had challenged her abilities to submit as a true slave under the most trying circumstances and won. Morgan made a move toward her restraints to begin freeing her, but Nanette interrupted.
"Please, Master...never have I been treated so severely as a slave, yet never have I stood up to it this well. I feel wonderfully enslaved. Easing my pain now would be almost a disappointment. Please, if it would please you, let me stay a few more minutes."
Morgan considered briefly, then went to a drawer. He withdrew a pair of two-ounce weights. "I shall grant your request. Yet, a slave should not be manipulating, trying to control her Master. Such conduct requires yet one more punishment."
"Master, you are right. Please punish me with the extra weights on my nipples, and do not free me until it pleases you to do so."
He hung the additional weights from her nipple clamps. Now, her tortured nipples, clamped nearly an hour and a half already, were subjected to a suddenly renewed pain from a full six ounces of weight. Now, they were pulled down sharply several inches, visibly distending her entire breasts. Worse, he gave them a gentle push, setting them swinging. She uttered a quiet but deep moan, suffering again, more sensitive to the torture due to her recent orgasm.
He sat on the edge of his bed and lit another cigarette. He simply watched her in her punishment for the ten or twelve minutes it took him to smoke. She hung, in pain, serving. In her mind, she now knew a slave's function was sometimes to suffer for her Master's pleasure. From time to time, when she felt weakness, she looked up into her Master's face to see his eyes taking in her ordeal, appreciating and enjoying it. Seeing his pleasure, she was fulfilled, especially when she would moan or wince in her pain and he would respond with a look of arousal.
He finished his smoke and rose. Walking behind her, he said, "You've done well, slave. You've aroused me again. Now, you can get me off again before I release you."
"Of course, Master. Please use me as you will."
The fucking was nondescript. He used her pussy briefly, then finished in her ass. Nanette screamed throughout in both pain and arousal as her long-punished body swung in its bonds and her breasts were pulled back and forth by the heavier weights on her clamps. She was quite turned on at the finish, but did not come.
Morgan walked wordlessly to Nanette's face. Obediently, knowing her duty, she opened her mouth wide, accepting his cock for its cleaning. Finally, he removed her tit clamps and freed her of her restraints.
She fell to her wide-spread knees, crossed her wrists behind her and placed her lips to his toes. "Oh, thank you, Master! You have truly enslaved me far beyond anything I have ever experienced!"
Morgan allowed her to rise upright on her knees. Her hands remained crossed behind her. "You have served me well. I will commend you to your Mistress, who deserves some of the credit. I will also give you another choice. If you wish, you may return to your quarters." At this, Nanette frowned, not wanting to leave.
He bent down and wiped two fingers through her cunt, soaked again and awaiting use. He sniffed them briefly, then extended them to be sucked clean. Leaving the fingers in her mouth, he said, "Your alternative is to spend the night here. If you do, your cunt will not he touched again until I release you in the morning, and you'll serve me with your mouth alone, while bound, throughout the night. Choose!"
She did not hesitate. "Please Master, if you would permit it, I need your firm hand. Alone, I might only indulge my own needs, without any discipline beyond my overnight chains. Here, while I would be denied my own pleasure, I would constantly serve yours. That is the proper place for a slave."
Morgan went to a cabinet and retrieved two leather harnesses. One went around Nanette's waist and fastened her wrists just behind her hips, where she could sleep in relative comfort without being able to touch her tits or cunt. The second harness attached to Morgan's own thighs. Between his thighs was fixed a posture collar.
Shedding his robe, he sat down on the edge of the bed. He snapped his fingers and Nanette crawled to him on her knees. "Please Master, fasten your slave to serve your pleasure through the night."
He buckled her neck into the collar. This brought his cock, now flaccid, to her mouth. She opened, accepting it, and began nursing on it gently. Slowly, he backed into bed, leaving room for his slave.
He took his evening piss. Surprised, Nanette was taken back for an instant but quickly submitted, drinking it down and cleaning him gently with her tongue when he finished, all the while moaning her arousal to him.
Perhaps an hour later, he began erecting again. With a light pat on her head, she began actively sucking him, in no hurry to finish. She prolonged his pleasure, delaying his orgasm for well over half an hour, pleasing him greatly. Again, in the wee morning hours, as she slept with his cock in her mouth, his erection awoke her. Again, she sucked him off and returned to sleep.
In the morning, she moved to kneel on the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cock hadn't left her mouth all night. "Slave--you will drink my morning piss!"
She nodded and obeyed.
He released her from her harnesses, then locked her hands behind her back. He locked a modest butt plug in her ass with a harness that left her cunt exposed, then cock-gagged her. Finally, he replaced her nipple clamps, with the four-ounce weights.
She bore it well, with only a questioning look on her face beside her pain and her obvious sexual frustration.
"You've served me very well; you deserve a reward. For that reward, you will receive a fucking, maybe several, in your slave-cunt.
"You will remain gagged, handcuffed and clamped. When you leave here, you will make no effort to remove your bonds until you report to your Mistress. You will not report to her until your cunt is flooded with come, until it runs down your thighs.
"You may go anywhere in the Casino, to guests, employees or slaves, to seek out a fucking. But you must convey your need with all your restraints in place, without speaking. If you fail to bring your Mistress a cunt full of come within two hours, you'll wear a chastity belt for three days.
"Go!"
Morgan spoke briefly on the phone with Nanette's Mistress. In less than ninety minutes, with the help of about half a dozen guests and employees, she reported to her Mistress with come running all the way down her legs. Needless to say, she and her Mistress were both well-satisfied.
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