Karen's Training
Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 11:16 am
Karen's Training
by Master Ivan
They talked casually, the Master and his slave.
He permitted her this sometimes, when they traveled together, although she was still required to obey him instantly in all things, and she was always subject to his whims and punishments.
They had dined together in a fine restaurant, then stopped at a smaller place for coffee. He was dressed in a traditional, straight business suit, while she wore a severe black dress, low cut, with only stockings and garters beneath it. As they were in close proximity to the public, he called her Karen, and she called him Bob.
"You look lovely tonight, my love."
"Thank you, M-, uh, Bob."
"It never fails to amaze me how well you've trained. You're so well adjusted to nudity and chains, you feel unnatural in clothes."
"Its true, Bob. Sometimes, covering my body feels more obscene, calling attention to what lies hidden under the clothes." She started fidgeting a bit, uncomfortably.
"Something bothering you, Karen?"
"Yes, you know very well. That handkerchief, stuffed in my cunt. Its soaked!"
Her Master smiled. She shuddered, suspecting he might engage her in a public ordeal. He quickly proved her suspicions true.
"Go into the bathroom. You may remove your handkerchief, and return here with it stuffed entirely in your mouth!"
She hesitated briefly, worried. With one angry look from her Master, she rose and found the restroom.
She had been well-trained in many areas of submission. Certainly, in the privacy of his dungeon, she had drank his piss, directly from his cock, on many occasions, not to mention being gagged with numerous humiliating items. So the gag was not unusual. But here, dressed formally, she found it quite disturbing. She felt the unusual sensations of rebellion brewing within her, and quickly cut them off by obeying his commands. She pulled out the handkerchief, then thrust it into her mouth.
The taste was both arousing and degrading, as it was intended to be. Her mouth now full, she finished her ablutions and returned to her Master, her face red with shame.
"Now, that's the way I like to see you!" He spoke with satisfaction, pleased. He also finished his coffee, slowly, watching her discomfort as her own coffee cooled, now untouched.
As she sat, humiliated, she was shocked to feel the rebellion rise up again within her. She actually stared angrily at her Master for a short time, until his own eyes sought out hers, questioningly. He said nothing, but just looked into her eyes, probing.
They left the coffee shop, and Karen sat in the front seat of the car. At her Master's command, she first raised her skirt, sitting directly on the leather seat, then lowered the top of her dress on one side, revealing one breast entirely. As she stared back at him, still daring to be resentful, he said, "It would seem you are possessed by a fit of arrogance. You still need a reminder of your enslavement!" He produced handcuffs, and locked her wrists behind her back.
They drove off. Karen continued to explore her mind. She felt like she was suffering from a form of culture shock. She could function perfectly as a free woman when permitted, and submit fully when enslaved in private. But this mix of both worlds tore her apart.
Her window opened. "You may spit your gag out through the window." She obeyed, relieved, still bothered by the acrid taste that remained.
"Thank you, Master, for a most deserved correction." The words were right, but they still had an edge on them.
"Slut, speak your mind to me, as a slave!"
"Master?"
"You've been bothered ever since your gag went in. Why the problems?"
She was at a loss for words, but finally began. "I don't know, Master. When I serve you privately, naked and in chains, I love it. But when I'm dressed, in public, I feel like a free woman who is being imposed upon, and I resent it. I don't know why, but its very uncomfortable, and I don't know what to do . . ."
He thought about her words for awhile, and they talked about it at length during the drive home. At one point, he revealed his erect cock, and took hold of his slave's hair, pulling her mouth down onto it.
Surprisingly, she resisted a bit on the way down, pulling against his grip and struggling in her handcuffs. But once her throat was penetrated, she swallowed him hungrily.
"Just bring me off quickly, cunt. No frills." She obeyed, and in moments he was about to come.
Surprising her, he pulled her mouth off him by the hair, spraying his come across her face and the front of her dress, before finishing in her throat. She gasped as he did so, again resisting. Done, he allowed her to sit upright again, and she glared back at him.
"Master--my dress!"
"Yes, slave. Your dress now bears the come of your Master, as does your face and mouth. You find this objectionable?"
Realizing her error, she sat and thought for a moment, under his critical eye, before speaking. "I'm sorry, Master. As your slave, I should be proud to wear your come, in any way you desire. But I am clearly in need of training. Somehow, in this free woman's dress, I want to resist instead of properly submitting. Master, may I remove my dress?"
She had the right attitude, and knew her mistake. Still, her Master saw deeper into her problem. "No, slut. Whether you are clothed or naked, free or bound, you are still a slave. You will wear the dress until we arrive home. But indeed, you are in need of some intensive training."
Later that night, as his chained, chastity-belted slut knelt before him, licking his balls as he watched a bondage videotape, he spoke to her again.
"You are a good slave, Karen. What you lack is not in submissiveness, skill or willingness to serve. It is a matter of deep conditioning. I have the solution, and you will be delivered tomorrow to a place where your training will be accelerated."
"Master?"
He stroked his cock by hand as he continued. "You will be totally immersed in your slavery, to strangers, both male and female; you'll be kept frequently restrained, constantly controlled. Sometimes you'll be naked and exposed, sometimes clothed, but your enslavement will be constantly thrust upon you. You may even serve me when I visit, but you will not necessarily know it is me. At times, you may be tortured, denied pleasure, or simply kept restrained for long periods. Through it all, you will be forced to obey."
"Master, where is this place?"
"Only a few miles away, at the home of a friend of mine. He runs a private club devoted to these games."
"And Master, how long will I remain there?"
"For as long as it takes to learn your place as a slave."
* * *
The following morning, her chastity belt remained locked on. He blindfolded her, locked her wrists behind her back, then took his morning orgasm in her mouth. Wordlessly, he installed a cock-gag, deposited her in his trunk, then hogtied her for the trip.
The drive took half an hour. At its conclusion, she heard her Master leave the car, but he left her in the trunk. Time passed, and she grew fearful. The trunk quickly grew warm, then hot under the sun. Surely, he would not risk harm to her, would he?
The car door opened, and the motor started again. They entered a garage, and the trunk finally opened. She felt herself lifted by several sets of hands and deposited on a hard concrete floor, still naked and hogtied. Her restraints caused her back to arch, emphasizing the protuberance of her breasts and cunt.
Her chastity belt was unlocked and removed, followed by her gag. She heard several low voices around her, including at least one female, and she opened her mouth to speak. The words never came out, though, as a cock was thrust into her mouth.
It was not her Master's. This one was slightly shorter, but fatter than the one she regularly serviced. She also tasted the subtle hint of pussy juice--he had fucked a woman's cunt not long ago. She felt several sets of eyes evaluating her performance as she knelt naked, chained and blindfolded, sucking the cock of a total stranger, one whose face she had not even seen.
He shot his load down her throat. She cleaned him, then felt him wipe his cock in her hair. Still, no words were spoken to her, although she could hear the voices discussing her openly.
Suddenly, she felt her restraints being unlocked and removed. She was helped to her feet, then the blindfold was gone. She found herself standing naked, facing four men and two women, all fully clothed. One of the men had just fucked her throat, in full view of the others, and she had no way of knowing which one.
"Welcome, Karen. Glad to have you aboard. I'm George, this is Frank, Steve and Lenny. To my left are Jane and Corine. You've been Bob's slave for, how long now?"
"About two and a half years."
"Right. So you know the basics. Here, the rules are simple. When you're free and permitted to dress, you act quite like any ordinary free woman. But when any man here commands you, you will obey instantly and totally. We will use, abuse, punish, torture or ignore you completely at our whim, until your obedience becomes automatic and second nature. You may spend a full day with no demands made upon you, or you might be restrained and used for days on end. Many times, you may appear normally clothed to others, but conceal an instrument of punishment beneath your clothes. Jane, show her your tits!"
The girl opened her dress to reveal her breasts tightly bound with rubber straps. They were quite red, sensitive to the touch, and had clearly been so for hours.
"I can see in your eyes, you'd like to squeeze them. Go ahead!"
Cautiously, Karen took one of the girl's breasts in each hand. She did squeeze them, hard. Jane groaned loudly in pain, but made no move to resist.
"Very good. Jane, I'd enjoy watching your tits awhile. Leave them exposed. Corine, raise your skirt!"
Corine had a full bush of hair covering her cunt. It was that pubic hair that was being tortured.
They used small, lead weights, the kind used as sinkers for fishing. Individually, they were designed to be squeezed onto a fishing line with a pair of pliers. Corine had them attached to her pubic hair. Each was light, a fraction of an ounce, and was hanging from several hairs. But there must have been well over a hundred of them, weighing a couple of pounds or more. Her cuntal lips were pulled down several inches, and it was clear that every move of her body brought pain. They could only be removed by shaving her pussy.
"She's had the weights for over two weeks now. I particularly enjoy watching her getting fucked from behind, on all fours, especially in her ass. It moves the weights beautifully!"
Karen was impressed with the submission of the two girls. There was no rope or chain binding them, no whips carrying an imminent threat, yet both slaves submitted utterly, even smiling as they were tortured and exposed. Corine was allowed to lower her skirt.
"And now, a small introductory challenge for you."
They brought out clothes for her. There was a conservative shirt, a pair of clogs and some knee-high stockings. She looked back, puzzled, as there was nothing to cover her lower body.
"We are aware of your problems in servitude. You are comfortable as a slave, equally so as a free woman. But bridging the gap between the two is uncomfortable for you. Therefore, you will frequently dress in both roles at once, until you can properly adjust to whatever is demanded from you."
She put on the knee-highs and clogs, then buttoned her shirt.
"You also have a problem with punishment. When punished either publicly or privately, you do well. But a concealed punishment, again, is out of place for you." He handed her a pair of nipple clamps. "You will therefore wear these under your shirt and tell no one of their presence."
Already disoriented from the disjointed nature of her costume, she was made to apply the clamps herself. She gasped in pain as each one bit into her nipples, and a third time when commanded to reposition one of them. All her emotions told her she should be naked, that her wrists should be locked behind her back. At the same time, the conservative shirt made her want to cover the rest of her body and tear the torturous clamps from her now-agonized tits. Rather than suffering in simple pain, she was caught between the extremes of enslavement and freedom.
The men drifted off; the girls escorted her to a small lounge where they poured drinks and talked.
Jane, her bound breasts still displayed, told Karen about her own Master. "Johnny likes me naked, displayed. On the streets, he closely watches what I wear, and if I cover too much, he usually has a pair of scissors or a razor blade handy to make adjustments. I still remember one time he took me on a hunting trip with two male friends of his. It was bad enough being kept semi-naked most of the time, cooking all their food and sucking them all off at least twice a day, but they kept me tied up most of the time on top of it.
"The worst part was when Johnny had me deep in the woods with him, stalking a deer. I tripped, and scared the deer off. To punish me, he tied me spread-eagled across the hood of his jeep, stark naked. He drove for a good hour through the woods, with the branches tearing at my tits the whole time, and the hot motor heating up my ass. When we got back to camp, all the men used me, still bound on the jeep."
They chuckled, knowing. As their bodies gently moved with their laughter, all three abruptly reacted to pain; Jane from her bound tits, Corine from her weighted pubic hair, and Karen from her nipple clamps. Knowing looks were exchanged, and Karen commented, "We're all slaves."
Corine related a story of her own. "Once, my Master had me serve him when he had several men over. I was kept nearly naked, and had to serve drinks and the like. At one point, one of the men made a very vulgar grab at my cunt. My Master noticed me close my knees in resistance, and decided to punish me.
"I was suspended, naked, by my wrists, my toes barely touching the floor. He had a large metal grate, about three feet square, with sharp points all over its surface. This was placed under my toes. In minutes, I was begging for mercy, with both my toes and my strained arms in agony.
"He brought out two large juice cans. He placed one on either side of the grate, over three feet apart. He said, 'Alright, slut. If you want to rest, spread wide and show it all!' Straining, I managed to get my toes on the cans.
"I remained there almost three hours, molested regularly. If I wanted to close my legs, all I had to do was either torture my toes or hang by my wrists. To finish the night, they all fucked me as I hung there, front and rear, two at a time."
Karen asked, "Does this stuff get you as horny as it does me?" One of her hands drifted towards her cunt.
"Yes. But be careful how you deal with it. They don't prohibit us playing with ourselves, or with each other, but when they spot it, they usually have fun with the girls involved. Hell, you'll probably spend most of your time here tied up, anyway!"
The conversation was barely an hour old when the pain from Karen's clamped nipples began worrying her. Just when she was tempted to ask permission to remove them, a man entered. "Karen, remove your shirt!"
She obeyed, folding it neatly. She was then bound, at wrist and elbow, with leather straps.
He connected a thong to her clamps, and tied its other end to a hook hanging from the ceiling by a long length of rope.
"Now, slave. I will await you in the study. Remove your clamps, and meet me there. You will receive one stroke of the cane for each minute I wait." He vanished.
Karen looked up at the rope. It hung a good ten feet from the ceiling, and had quite a bit of stretch. Her nipples, already in pain, would suffer badly when the clamps were removed. If they were pulled off with a quick jerk of the rope, the pain would be severe, but would be over quickly. However, with the long rope, such a quick removal was impossible. She would have to back up, slowly increasing the tension on the clamps until they pulled free. It took several minutes and two loud screams, but she succeeded. By the time she located the study and knelt before the men, she had ten strokes coming.
There were three of them, all seated. They were dressed in bathrobes and slippers, ready for action.
"You have some intensive training coming. It will come in two forms. In one, you may be dressed, totally or partially, in ordinary clothes, but still required to submit completely. The other form will have you totally helpless, sometimes encased in rubber. In that form you will be used completely, tortured, teased, degraded, totally enslaved. You are about to begin that phase of your training, now."
The men stood together, inches in front of her, and parted their robes. They were naked beneath and erect. "Look only at our cocks, cuntmouth!" She lowered her eyes, and began juicing up.
A rubber item was brought out, and they started strapping her into it. It was sometimes referred to as a "Venus Corset". It forced her arms together behind her, welding them from elbow to wrist. This caused her breasts to protrude obscenely and invitingly. When fully applied, she appeared to have no arms at all, much like Michelangelo's "Venus" statue, after which it was named.
The rubber was lined with small conical points which stimulated every inch of her flesh, causing her exposed nipples to immediately become erect. A wide strap was passed through her crotch, one which had ribbed inserts that stimulated her beneath her labia, as well as small phalluses which penetrated a mere inch into both her cunt and her ass. It would tease her unmercifully, but prohibit orgasm.
She was made to stand. Rubber stockings were produced and slid onto her legs, made of the same material as the corset and lined with the same points.
Again, she knelt. As she continued to watch the three erections inches from her face, they produced a discipline helmet, again of rubber. It was tightened around her face and head quickly.
All the items had numerous straps, rings and other features, some concealed, most of which she could not identify. With the helmet mounted, a considerable time was spent tightening straps, adjusting buckles, until she felt bound over every inch of her flesh.
There was a blindfold. Before it was fastened in place, the owner of one of the cocks in front of her spoke. "Your mouth will soon service us all. Your body will entertain us. You can easily be restrained as you are, and can be whipped severely through the rubber. Should we whip you, we will not be concerned about the marks produced beneath your costume, but only with your screams and movements. You may he freed of the rubber in a few hours, or many days. You may be surprised at some of the features of the costume, but we will certainly make the most of you. Remember only this: you are owned, utterly, and pleasuring the cocks you see before you is your only reason for existence.”
With that, her vision was taken from her, the three cocks the last sight she was permitted. More straps were tightened, and the blindfold was secure. She was brought to her feet and led to a punishment horse. She was bent over it severely, and strapped down by her waist and wide-spread ankles.
"Ten strokes!" That was her warning. The first stroke landed an instant later, tearing into her ass cheeks. She screamed with all her strength, but was held motionless by the straps. The strokes continued, frequently crossing her cuntlips which protruded behind her, protected only by the thin layer of rubber.
Again and again the cane struck, taking barely two minutes to deliver the ten strokes in a blazing fire of agony. She was then left untouched for some minutes, as she quietly moaned and cried within her helmet.
She was unstrapped from the horse and made to crawl on her knees to a point in front of the room's sofa. There, the three men's cocks awaited the service of her mouth.
She already thought about it that way. It was not a case of Karen, the young girl, engaging in oral sex with the unnamed gentlemen. It was impersonal, mechanical. She began to recognize the gulf separating her ego from her submissive, slave-self. It was the ego that required recognition, appreciation, gratification and intimacy. The slave-self, on the other hand, was a body denied and punished, and a mouth preparing to suck cock, without even the benefit of verbal acknowledgement. Her mouth was to become a jerkoff machine which would swallow the come from their cocks. And yet, her ego-self, the part of her with human pride and needs, would be forced to come along for the ride.
Soon, her human half slept. She felt her aroused and bound body, vibrating within the rubber with every flex of her muscles. Her cunt was juicing heavily, aroused but unable to come. Her arms were no longer there for her, except to increase her struggles while emphasizing the curves of her bound body. She was a cunt-mouth, being fucked. By the time the second man came in her mouth, she felt like a machine.
The third man's cock entered her. She groaned in her slave-heat, licking and sucking on him, allowing her throat to be opened, inviting his penetration. Suddenly, her blindfold was removed.
Now, she found herself kneeling, bound in rubber, a cock pumping her throat, but with her identity fully revealed before the three men, as well as several other onlookers, both male and female. A voice spoke, female, behind her. "Yes, this is Karen, our newest. A talented cocksucker, but she needs some polish..."
She found herself resisting. Again, the culture shock betrayed her. Seconds later, the man came, and bathed her face and hair with his load. She licked her lips clean, swallowing, but was helpless to deal with the rest.
"Dumb cunt. Karen will need more severe training." It was the man who just shot his load into her mouth. "Denise, get me a breather gag with the monogram, and a red dress to fit her!"
Moments later, the items arrived. The dress was elegant. It was also cut for a woman confined in a Venus Corset. Her arms would be denied her. She was allowed to view herself in a mirror. She looked truly elegant, and her corset was totally concealed.
The gag was next. A large rubber cock-gag, naturally. It penetrated her mouth deeply, filling her. It also had a breathing hole through it, as well as some tubes which were thrust into her nose. It would control her entire air supply. A series of silver rivets on its front spelled out, "Cocksucker".
Now, the shock struck again. And it worsened considerably when a tube was connected from the gag inlet to her rubber corset, beneath her dress. She could still breathe easily. But now, each breath was saturated with the odors of her body, her sweat and her cunt-juice. Her arousal grew, and continued to grow through the next hour, as she was seemingly ignored.
Lunch was announced. She was escorted into the dining room, where a long table was set. She was not allowed to sit, but remained standing, punished, as the others ate.
Sometime into the meal, one male looked up at her and said, "Cocksucker, would you like to exchange that rubber cock in your mouth for the real thing?" She turned a shade darker in the face with her humiliation, then nodded a yes.
The gag was removed. She was helped to her knees, and crawled under the table to suck the man off. She remained kneeling through two more men, one woman, then another man, before being allowed to stand again. Her face and dress now bore the residue of their pleasure. Her gag was replaced, allowing her to breathe only her own odors once again as she stood in her humiliation. She was not fed.
The meal ended, she was brought to the main lounge. Its centerpiece was a cylindrical glass enclosure some three feet in diameter. It held a naked girl, a black beauty, handcuffed, but otherwise unrestrained. She noticed a hole through the floor of the cage.
She was made to kneel, her gag was removed and her head was locked into the opening. Her corseted body was still visible from all sides beneath the cage, her face also visible within the glass.
The black girl was quite pleased to see her. Having been handcuffed, wrists behind her back for several hours, she was extremely aroused, her thighs visibly soaked with her juices. Quickly, she sat, squeezing Karen's face tightly between her wet thighs. Her captive mouth started working again, the girl started coming immediately, and Karen drank down a great deal of juice.
She remained there for the remainder of the afternoon, her face serving the girl imprisoned within the cage, her own body still corseted, kneeling on the floor. Just prior to supper, she was released and allowed to sit in the lounge and relax. She was still not permitted her arms--they were still welded to her back, the special armless dress concealing her corset.
A few minutes later, a man who was reading a news paper glanced up and said, casually, "Come here, Karen, and suck me off."
She felt the utter humiliation, in front of both several men and a number of females in various states of nudity or restraint. More significantly, she was highly aroused. The rubber Venus Corset still imprisoned her arms and compressed her torso severely, as it had now for some hours. Her body beneath the rubber was bathed in sweat.
She knelt and allowed her mouth to be fucked yet again. With her every motion, the points within the rubber still kept her flesh stimulated, and the two small phalluses continued to raise her arousal and humiliation yet another notch, without permitting her orgasm. He came within a few minutes, his come again staining her face as with the previous men. She cleaned him well with her mouth, feeling his come drip down her own helpless body.
Her arousal was visible to the man. "Would you like an orgasm, slut?"
"Yes, Master, very much, if it would please you."
The man smiled. He brought her into the dining room where, by this time, dinner was about to be served. Upon the table was a round platform some three feet in diameter. A pole rose from the center of the platform bearing a pair of large dildos. Karen's outer dress was removed, as was the rubber panel covering her crotch. It came away soaked in her juices. Clad now only in the Venus Corset and her clogs, her breather gag was replaced. Even without the rubber crotch panel, her air was still strong with the scent of her arousal.
She was made to stand on the platform. With help, she mounted the dildos, filling her cunt and ass. Her ankles were spread and shackled to the edges of the platform. Then, to her humiliation, the dildos rose within her several inches, and began to slowly stroke in and out of her openings. The platform started rotating as well, presenting all those at the table with an ideal view of her ordeal.
The platform made one complete rotation each minute. Karen remained corseted, her cunt and breasts exposed, her cunt and ass being slowly pumped by the dildos. The people dining at the table around her pretty much ignored her for the most part, yet they periodically glanced up at her, discussing her body and its performance in brief, direct terms. Every several minutes, she had an orgasm. She cried out unmistakably each time around her gag, alerting the entire room to the fact. She noted that they took some pleasure in observing the surface of her cuntal dildo at these times, observing the volume of her juices when they flowed from her body.
Some half-hour or so into her ordeal, a hand reached out to the platform. There was a small button there which she had not observed earlier. The hand pushed the button. Immediately, both her dildos, as they continued to stroke her holes vigorously, also began to vibrate. Karen quickly went to the edge of another orgasm, but to her dismay, the vibration stopped after about ten seconds. She groaned, frustrated, and heard laughter. A moment later, a different hand pressed the button. Again, the dildos vibrated about ten seconds, then stopped, leaving her on the edge. She pumped ever-harder, working more as her body tired, and succeeded after several minutes in having another powerful, loud orgasm. Her audience laughed again, enjoying her humiliation.
She tried to relax as the dildos pumped her tirelessly and the platform continued to rotate. The dinner guests would have none of it, though, as they pushed the button again and again every time she slowed her efforts. For well over two hours, she remained bound, exposed, double fucked and forced to come repeatedly. When she was finally released, she was utterly exhausted. She collapsed into the arms of her Masters.
She awoke inside the display cage. Her wrists were locked behind her back, but all her other gear had been removed. She had been bathed and perfumed. Looking down, she realized the opening where her own head had been imprisoned several hours earlier was now locked closed. She would remain alone. She served as an ornament for about an hour.
One of the Masters released her and freed her from her handcuffs. "Well, Karen. Are you enjoying yourself?"
It was an awkward question to answer. "Master, the part of me that is a slave is in paradise. Still, there is a free-woman part remaining that wants to protest."
"Yes, I thought so. Well, let's reward your slave self and punish the free-woman. Dress!"
She was given a black cocktail dress. Somewhat provocative, but very conservative by club standards. There was no underwear, but she was given opera pumps with comfortable three-inch heels. She was dressed in moments.
"Now, Karen, there is a cocktail party going on out on the patio. You will go out and enjoy yourself as a free woman. You may talk, eat, drink, and make merry. But you will return to me here in one hour. Before you return, you will suck one pussy of your choice to orgasm, making sure her juice covers your face. You will then find a cock to suck off, as well. You will service both of them in plain view of the people there. It is now nine PM. You will appear before me at precisely ten PM and show me a face soaked with cunt-juice and a mouth full of a man's come. Fail, and you'll be placed in severe punitive bondage for the night. Succeed, and your overnight ordeal will be much more pleasant. Go!"
She mingled with the people as an equal. The conversation was varied, only occasionally touching on sex. She could have been in a cocktail lounge at a resort, except when she looked at the clock, she noticed almost twenty minutes had passed. Now, free, dressed respectfully, she had to offer to suck off two guests, dressed as she was, free of restraints, and in a totally mundane atmosphere.
There was one woman she had talked with earlier, with whom she felt comfortable, and who might help solve half her problem. After some light conversation, she asked, "Could you do me a favor?"
The woman smiled. "Around here, a favor could mean many things. What'd you have in mind?"
"Well, I've got to complete a little assignment while I'm here. Part of it requires me to eat some pussy. Could you use an orgasm right now?"
Her smile broadened. "How could I refuse?"
She sat comfortably, then invited Karen to kneel and place her face under her skirt. Minutes later, with a growing crowd watching in approval, the woman came, and Karen had her face full of cunt-juice. She rose, red-faced, as her identity was revealed to her audience. Now, the second half of her ordeal became a greater humiliation as she was already the center of attention. Still, that could work to her advantage.
She pulled aside the nearest man with a visible erection.
"That was a nice snack, guy, but I'm still waiting for the main course." She handled his cock through his pants, briefly, then said, "Would you care to have your cock sucked?"
He smiled. Standing right there, he lowered his zipper with one hand, and took Karen's hair in the other, bringing her gently but forcefully to her knees. She noticed the clock on her way down--she had ten minutes.
Now, there was no skirt to cover her face. There were no restraints forcing her performance. Her clothes presented her as a totally free woman. To all those present, she sought out her humiliation of her own volition. On her knees, she opened her mouth, and surrounded by an appreciative audience, she sucked his cock.
His orgasm came quickly. She was careful not to allow him to force himself into her throat as he came; she did need to hold his come in her mouth until she found her Master at ten PM.
When the man did come, she simply smiled and moaned in pleasure, her lips sealed. She quickly dashed off, finding her Master where she expected him to be.
He examined her face, then said, "Show me, slut!"
She opened her mouth. It was still filled with the man's come.
"Swallow, cocksucker!"
She swallowed.
"You have obeyed, and earned pleasure tonight instead of pain. Your bondage will be rigid, but enjoyable. Strip!"
As her dress and clogs were put aside, he brought out a strange suit for her. It felt like rubber or latex, but was totally transparent. When she finally got it all on her body, she looked like she was coated with a clear jelly. The suit fit tightly, like a coat of paint. It left her face exposed, as well as her nipples and cunt. Everything else was covered, down to her fingertips. There was a removable flap for her cunt which could be put on or taken off instantly. More interestingly, the suit was equipped with small eyelets around its entire circumference.
She was layed down on a platform, one which had a metal framework at its edge. Dozens of strong rubber straps were connected between the framework and the many eyelets of her suit. Soon, she was stretched tightly within the framework, and her every motion caused her body to vibrate. The framework was raised several inches, lifting her body, then the platform was removed. She remained suspended, totally exposed, yet quite comfortable in spite of her total immobility. For hours into the evening, many men and a few women would come in to observe her. Some of the men would fuck her cunt or ass; both men and women used her mouth freely. Within the suit, she sweat profusely; soon, her entire body began to slide a bit, increasing the already intense stimulation. And through it all, she remained aroused, exposed and totally available. When the people finally left her for their own beds, she slept quite well.
* * *
By the end of the weekend, she was judged ready to be tested.
Every night, there was a cocktail party at the club. Some number of slaves always were in attendance, either serving, on display in bondage, or being punished. Tonight, however, would be an exception. There would be perhaps two dozen men and half that number of women present. A few slaves would also be present, clothed, serving drinks, but not on display. They would not have to serve anyone sexually.
Karen wore a red dress, moderate in its cut, except that its wrap-around skirt was slit to the hip on one side. It would not reveal her in her normal movements, but could be pulled aside instantly to expose her if desired. She wore opera pumps with five inch heels, stockings and a garter belt, and no underwear. Tonight, Karen would be free to move, talk, drink and enjoy herself. However, she would also be responsible for satisfying the sexual needs of everyone there.
She circulated among the people present. The majority knew her, and knew her humiliating obligation to the party. She also knew there were a few guests present, new to the club. With them, her humiliation would be greater.
She stood with two men, talking casually, when a voice came to her politely. "Karen? My wife and I would like to use your services, if you please?" This would be her ice-breaker. Now, others would be less hesitant. She might not even be given a break again for the duration. "Certainly, sir!"
They sat together on a sofa. Karen kneeled before them, totally unfettered. "You may take my cock out yourself, Karen." Red-faced, she obeyed, then immediately took him into her mouth. Several people watched her openly, standing nearby. Others gave her an occasional glance as she sucked him off. She finished him quickly, but gave him much pleasure.
His wife followed. Rather than covering Karen beneath her skirt, she raised her dress, exposing herself. Karen had to eat her with her face fully visible as she licked.
Again, the process was brief. A few minutes later, the girl had her orgasm. Karen cleaned her properly, and was about to rise from her knees, when she saw the man standing next to her unzip his pants. She remained kneeling, and sucked him off as well, followed by three more of them. A fourth appeared, ready, when Karen suddenly saw something familiar about his cock. Unlike her actions with the previous three men, whom she sucked without even looking up at their faces, she did look at this one.
It was Bob.
The wave of humiliation washed over her again as she prepared to suck the cock of her own lover and Master. He stopped her, however, with a gentle hand on her head. He spoke, but not to her.
"We certainly have a most obedient and talented cocksucker here. From all reports, she's been serving very well. But if we overwork her mouth, she has to tire sooner or later. And using her cunt would only bring her to orgasm, which she hasn't earned yet. So why don't we change the pace a bit, and let her serve half of us with her ass. She could then service two of us at once, and we wouldn't have to wait as long in line." The men murmured their approval.
Karen moaned in anticipation, then remembered: she was a slave. By taking a series of men in her ass, she would be taught her enslavement, as well as pleasing the men more with her tighter opening. She bent over, her face to the floor, and raised her skirt.
Bob fucked her ass first, then came to her face to be sucked clean. With his cock in her mouth, a second man plowed into her ass, and the lines formed at both her front and rear. She sucked off half of them; the others used her ass before coming to her face for the ritual cleaning. The women were active as well, joining the line to use her mouth. Over the next several hours, she serviced everyone in the room, many of them twice. Throughout it all, no one touched her cunt, and she did not come herself.
When it was over, Bob allowed her to shower, then spoke with her, briefly. "You've done well, Karen. How do you feel?"
She responded without his title, conforming to his mode of address to her. "I'm not sure, Bob, but something's different. Somehow, I feel relaxed, not abused. Right now, I could go dancing, or shopping, or go home with you for a severe whipping or a bondage ordeal, or go back into the lounge and have them all pull another train on my mouth and ass. I don't feel afraid anymore, or even embarrassed."
"No complaints, then?"
"Well, there is just one. I'm as horny as hell!"
Bob smiled. "Your training is over, for now. Let's go home."
They drove happily. Karen remained unrestrained, fully dressed in the same black dress and clogs she had worn earlier. Bob pulled into a gas station, but spoke to Karen on the way in.
"A test for you. When we get the gas, you'll go into the station and offer to suck off the attendant. If he has any friends present, you'll do the same for them."
She glowed with slave-pride as she walked into the station's office. From the car, Bob watched her talk to the attendant and to his two male friends before she knelt. All three of them stood before her, for several minutes each, as she serviced them. Soon, she returned to the car, still glowing, a small trace of come trickling out of the corner of her mouth. She entered the car, and they drove out again.
"So tell me, Karen. What are you?"
"I'm your slave, Bob. You can do anything you'd like with me, no limits."
She deserved a reward. Upon returning home, he bound her in a standing spread-eagle at the foot of his bed. He whipped her ass severely, then locked her into her chastity belt with the two vibrating dildos. He masturbated to orgasm, then fed his come to her by hand as she hung in her chains, the dildos bringing her to orgasm every several minutes.
He did not touch her again that night, and did not release her until the following morning. When he did finally unlock her chains, she collapsed into his arms, and said, "I love you, Master!"
"And I love you too, my slave!"
Wrapped in each others arms, they did not speak again for several minutes, until Karen broke the silence.
"So tell me, Master. When can we go back to the club?"
They both laughed, each of them proud of the way the weekend worked out for them both. Bob re-locked her wrists behind her back, then chained her naked form by her collar to the foot of the bed. He answered her question with, "You'll be returned to the club, or anywhere else your services are required, at the whim of your Master." He then turned, left the room, and began preparing a breakfast for them both. Karen remained chained on the floor at the foot of her Master's bed, handcuffed, naked, and smiling as she wondered what ordeal he would put her through to earn her breakfast. Struggling briefly against her handcuffs, reaffirming her helplessness, she felt her slave-heat rapidly building once again. She felt her juices building up again around one of the dildos still locked within her body by the chastity belt, and realized her pleasure would also remain under the control of her Master.
Yes, she now knew herself to be a true slave. And as any true slave would do, she silently hoped her enslavement would never end.
Master Ivan
Copyright © 1992
by Master Ivan
They talked casually, the Master and his slave.
He permitted her this sometimes, when they traveled together, although she was still required to obey him instantly in all things, and she was always subject to his whims and punishments.
They had dined together in a fine restaurant, then stopped at a smaller place for coffee. He was dressed in a traditional, straight business suit, while she wore a severe black dress, low cut, with only stockings and garters beneath it. As they were in close proximity to the public, he called her Karen, and she called him Bob.
"You look lovely tonight, my love."
"Thank you, M-, uh, Bob."
"It never fails to amaze me how well you've trained. You're so well adjusted to nudity and chains, you feel unnatural in clothes."
"Its true, Bob. Sometimes, covering my body feels more obscene, calling attention to what lies hidden under the clothes." She started fidgeting a bit, uncomfortably.
"Something bothering you, Karen?"
"Yes, you know very well. That handkerchief, stuffed in my cunt. Its soaked!"
Her Master smiled. She shuddered, suspecting he might engage her in a public ordeal. He quickly proved her suspicions true.
"Go into the bathroom. You may remove your handkerchief, and return here with it stuffed entirely in your mouth!"
She hesitated briefly, worried. With one angry look from her Master, she rose and found the restroom.
She had been well-trained in many areas of submission. Certainly, in the privacy of his dungeon, she had drank his piss, directly from his cock, on many occasions, not to mention being gagged with numerous humiliating items. So the gag was not unusual. But here, dressed formally, she found it quite disturbing. She felt the unusual sensations of rebellion brewing within her, and quickly cut them off by obeying his commands. She pulled out the handkerchief, then thrust it into her mouth.
The taste was both arousing and degrading, as it was intended to be. Her mouth now full, she finished her ablutions and returned to her Master, her face red with shame.
"Now, that's the way I like to see you!" He spoke with satisfaction, pleased. He also finished his coffee, slowly, watching her discomfort as her own coffee cooled, now untouched.
As she sat, humiliated, she was shocked to feel the rebellion rise up again within her. She actually stared angrily at her Master for a short time, until his own eyes sought out hers, questioningly. He said nothing, but just looked into her eyes, probing.
They left the coffee shop, and Karen sat in the front seat of the car. At her Master's command, she first raised her skirt, sitting directly on the leather seat, then lowered the top of her dress on one side, revealing one breast entirely. As she stared back at him, still daring to be resentful, he said, "It would seem you are possessed by a fit of arrogance. You still need a reminder of your enslavement!" He produced handcuffs, and locked her wrists behind her back.
They drove off. Karen continued to explore her mind. She felt like she was suffering from a form of culture shock. She could function perfectly as a free woman when permitted, and submit fully when enslaved in private. But this mix of both worlds tore her apart.
Her window opened. "You may spit your gag out through the window." She obeyed, relieved, still bothered by the acrid taste that remained.
"Thank you, Master, for a most deserved correction." The words were right, but they still had an edge on them.
"Slut, speak your mind to me, as a slave!"
"Master?"
"You've been bothered ever since your gag went in. Why the problems?"
She was at a loss for words, but finally began. "I don't know, Master. When I serve you privately, naked and in chains, I love it. But when I'm dressed, in public, I feel like a free woman who is being imposed upon, and I resent it. I don't know why, but its very uncomfortable, and I don't know what to do . . ."
He thought about her words for awhile, and they talked about it at length during the drive home. At one point, he revealed his erect cock, and took hold of his slave's hair, pulling her mouth down onto it.
Surprisingly, she resisted a bit on the way down, pulling against his grip and struggling in her handcuffs. But once her throat was penetrated, she swallowed him hungrily.
"Just bring me off quickly, cunt. No frills." She obeyed, and in moments he was about to come.
Surprising her, he pulled her mouth off him by the hair, spraying his come across her face and the front of her dress, before finishing in her throat. She gasped as he did so, again resisting. Done, he allowed her to sit upright again, and she glared back at him.
"Master--my dress!"
"Yes, slave. Your dress now bears the come of your Master, as does your face and mouth. You find this objectionable?"
Realizing her error, she sat and thought for a moment, under his critical eye, before speaking. "I'm sorry, Master. As your slave, I should be proud to wear your come, in any way you desire. But I am clearly in need of training. Somehow, in this free woman's dress, I want to resist instead of properly submitting. Master, may I remove my dress?"
She had the right attitude, and knew her mistake. Still, her Master saw deeper into her problem. "No, slut. Whether you are clothed or naked, free or bound, you are still a slave. You will wear the dress until we arrive home. But indeed, you are in need of some intensive training."
Later that night, as his chained, chastity-belted slut knelt before him, licking his balls as he watched a bondage videotape, he spoke to her again.
"You are a good slave, Karen. What you lack is not in submissiveness, skill or willingness to serve. It is a matter of deep conditioning. I have the solution, and you will be delivered tomorrow to a place where your training will be accelerated."
"Master?"
He stroked his cock by hand as he continued. "You will be totally immersed in your slavery, to strangers, both male and female; you'll be kept frequently restrained, constantly controlled. Sometimes you'll be naked and exposed, sometimes clothed, but your enslavement will be constantly thrust upon you. You may even serve me when I visit, but you will not necessarily know it is me. At times, you may be tortured, denied pleasure, or simply kept restrained for long periods. Through it all, you will be forced to obey."
"Master, where is this place?"
"Only a few miles away, at the home of a friend of mine. He runs a private club devoted to these games."
"And Master, how long will I remain there?"
"For as long as it takes to learn your place as a slave."
* * *
The following morning, her chastity belt remained locked on. He blindfolded her, locked her wrists behind her back, then took his morning orgasm in her mouth. Wordlessly, he installed a cock-gag, deposited her in his trunk, then hogtied her for the trip.
The drive took half an hour. At its conclusion, she heard her Master leave the car, but he left her in the trunk. Time passed, and she grew fearful. The trunk quickly grew warm, then hot under the sun. Surely, he would not risk harm to her, would he?
The car door opened, and the motor started again. They entered a garage, and the trunk finally opened. She felt herself lifted by several sets of hands and deposited on a hard concrete floor, still naked and hogtied. Her restraints caused her back to arch, emphasizing the protuberance of her breasts and cunt.
Her chastity belt was unlocked and removed, followed by her gag. She heard several low voices around her, including at least one female, and she opened her mouth to speak. The words never came out, though, as a cock was thrust into her mouth.
It was not her Master's. This one was slightly shorter, but fatter than the one she regularly serviced. She also tasted the subtle hint of pussy juice--he had fucked a woman's cunt not long ago. She felt several sets of eyes evaluating her performance as she knelt naked, chained and blindfolded, sucking the cock of a total stranger, one whose face she had not even seen.
He shot his load down her throat. She cleaned him, then felt him wipe his cock in her hair. Still, no words were spoken to her, although she could hear the voices discussing her openly.
Suddenly, she felt her restraints being unlocked and removed. She was helped to her feet, then the blindfold was gone. She found herself standing naked, facing four men and two women, all fully clothed. One of the men had just fucked her throat, in full view of the others, and she had no way of knowing which one.
"Welcome, Karen. Glad to have you aboard. I'm George, this is Frank, Steve and Lenny. To my left are Jane and Corine. You've been Bob's slave for, how long now?"
"About two and a half years."
"Right. So you know the basics. Here, the rules are simple. When you're free and permitted to dress, you act quite like any ordinary free woman. But when any man here commands you, you will obey instantly and totally. We will use, abuse, punish, torture or ignore you completely at our whim, until your obedience becomes automatic and second nature. You may spend a full day with no demands made upon you, or you might be restrained and used for days on end. Many times, you may appear normally clothed to others, but conceal an instrument of punishment beneath your clothes. Jane, show her your tits!"
The girl opened her dress to reveal her breasts tightly bound with rubber straps. They were quite red, sensitive to the touch, and had clearly been so for hours.
"I can see in your eyes, you'd like to squeeze them. Go ahead!"
Cautiously, Karen took one of the girl's breasts in each hand. She did squeeze them, hard. Jane groaned loudly in pain, but made no move to resist.
"Very good. Jane, I'd enjoy watching your tits awhile. Leave them exposed. Corine, raise your skirt!"
Corine had a full bush of hair covering her cunt. It was that pubic hair that was being tortured.
They used small, lead weights, the kind used as sinkers for fishing. Individually, they were designed to be squeezed onto a fishing line with a pair of pliers. Corine had them attached to her pubic hair. Each was light, a fraction of an ounce, and was hanging from several hairs. But there must have been well over a hundred of them, weighing a couple of pounds or more. Her cuntal lips were pulled down several inches, and it was clear that every move of her body brought pain. They could only be removed by shaving her pussy.
"She's had the weights for over two weeks now. I particularly enjoy watching her getting fucked from behind, on all fours, especially in her ass. It moves the weights beautifully!"
Karen was impressed with the submission of the two girls. There was no rope or chain binding them, no whips carrying an imminent threat, yet both slaves submitted utterly, even smiling as they were tortured and exposed. Corine was allowed to lower her skirt.
"And now, a small introductory challenge for you."
They brought out clothes for her. There was a conservative shirt, a pair of clogs and some knee-high stockings. She looked back, puzzled, as there was nothing to cover her lower body.
"We are aware of your problems in servitude. You are comfortable as a slave, equally so as a free woman. But bridging the gap between the two is uncomfortable for you. Therefore, you will frequently dress in both roles at once, until you can properly adjust to whatever is demanded from you."
She put on the knee-highs and clogs, then buttoned her shirt.
"You also have a problem with punishment. When punished either publicly or privately, you do well. But a concealed punishment, again, is out of place for you." He handed her a pair of nipple clamps. "You will therefore wear these under your shirt and tell no one of their presence."
Already disoriented from the disjointed nature of her costume, she was made to apply the clamps herself. She gasped in pain as each one bit into her nipples, and a third time when commanded to reposition one of them. All her emotions told her she should be naked, that her wrists should be locked behind her back. At the same time, the conservative shirt made her want to cover the rest of her body and tear the torturous clamps from her now-agonized tits. Rather than suffering in simple pain, she was caught between the extremes of enslavement and freedom.
The men drifted off; the girls escorted her to a small lounge where they poured drinks and talked.
Jane, her bound breasts still displayed, told Karen about her own Master. "Johnny likes me naked, displayed. On the streets, he closely watches what I wear, and if I cover too much, he usually has a pair of scissors or a razor blade handy to make adjustments. I still remember one time he took me on a hunting trip with two male friends of his. It was bad enough being kept semi-naked most of the time, cooking all their food and sucking them all off at least twice a day, but they kept me tied up most of the time on top of it.
"The worst part was when Johnny had me deep in the woods with him, stalking a deer. I tripped, and scared the deer off. To punish me, he tied me spread-eagled across the hood of his jeep, stark naked. He drove for a good hour through the woods, with the branches tearing at my tits the whole time, and the hot motor heating up my ass. When we got back to camp, all the men used me, still bound on the jeep."
They chuckled, knowing. As their bodies gently moved with their laughter, all three abruptly reacted to pain; Jane from her bound tits, Corine from her weighted pubic hair, and Karen from her nipple clamps. Knowing looks were exchanged, and Karen commented, "We're all slaves."
Corine related a story of her own. "Once, my Master had me serve him when he had several men over. I was kept nearly naked, and had to serve drinks and the like. At one point, one of the men made a very vulgar grab at my cunt. My Master noticed me close my knees in resistance, and decided to punish me.
"I was suspended, naked, by my wrists, my toes barely touching the floor. He had a large metal grate, about three feet square, with sharp points all over its surface. This was placed under my toes. In minutes, I was begging for mercy, with both my toes and my strained arms in agony.
"He brought out two large juice cans. He placed one on either side of the grate, over three feet apart. He said, 'Alright, slut. If you want to rest, spread wide and show it all!' Straining, I managed to get my toes on the cans.
"I remained there almost three hours, molested regularly. If I wanted to close my legs, all I had to do was either torture my toes or hang by my wrists. To finish the night, they all fucked me as I hung there, front and rear, two at a time."
Karen asked, "Does this stuff get you as horny as it does me?" One of her hands drifted towards her cunt.
"Yes. But be careful how you deal with it. They don't prohibit us playing with ourselves, or with each other, but when they spot it, they usually have fun with the girls involved. Hell, you'll probably spend most of your time here tied up, anyway!"
The conversation was barely an hour old when the pain from Karen's clamped nipples began worrying her. Just when she was tempted to ask permission to remove them, a man entered. "Karen, remove your shirt!"
She obeyed, folding it neatly. She was then bound, at wrist and elbow, with leather straps.
He connected a thong to her clamps, and tied its other end to a hook hanging from the ceiling by a long length of rope.
"Now, slave. I will await you in the study. Remove your clamps, and meet me there. You will receive one stroke of the cane for each minute I wait." He vanished.
Karen looked up at the rope. It hung a good ten feet from the ceiling, and had quite a bit of stretch. Her nipples, already in pain, would suffer badly when the clamps were removed. If they were pulled off with a quick jerk of the rope, the pain would be severe, but would be over quickly. However, with the long rope, such a quick removal was impossible. She would have to back up, slowly increasing the tension on the clamps until they pulled free. It took several minutes and two loud screams, but she succeeded. By the time she located the study and knelt before the men, she had ten strokes coming.
There were three of them, all seated. They were dressed in bathrobes and slippers, ready for action.
"You have some intensive training coming. It will come in two forms. In one, you may be dressed, totally or partially, in ordinary clothes, but still required to submit completely. The other form will have you totally helpless, sometimes encased in rubber. In that form you will be used completely, tortured, teased, degraded, totally enslaved. You are about to begin that phase of your training, now."
The men stood together, inches in front of her, and parted their robes. They were naked beneath and erect. "Look only at our cocks, cuntmouth!" She lowered her eyes, and began juicing up.
A rubber item was brought out, and they started strapping her into it. It was sometimes referred to as a "Venus Corset". It forced her arms together behind her, welding them from elbow to wrist. This caused her breasts to protrude obscenely and invitingly. When fully applied, she appeared to have no arms at all, much like Michelangelo's "Venus" statue, after which it was named.
The rubber was lined with small conical points which stimulated every inch of her flesh, causing her exposed nipples to immediately become erect. A wide strap was passed through her crotch, one which had ribbed inserts that stimulated her beneath her labia, as well as small phalluses which penetrated a mere inch into both her cunt and her ass. It would tease her unmercifully, but prohibit orgasm.
She was made to stand. Rubber stockings were produced and slid onto her legs, made of the same material as the corset and lined with the same points.
Again, she knelt. As she continued to watch the three erections inches from her face, they produced a discipline helmet, again of rubber. It was tightened around her face and head quickly.
All the items had numerous straps, rings and other features, some concealed, most of which she could not identify. With the helmet mounted, a considerable time was spent tightening straps, adjusting buckles, until she felt bound over every inch of her flesh.
There was a blindfold. Before it was fastened in place, the owner of one of the cocks in front of her spoke. "Your mouth will soon service us all. Your body will entertain us. You can easily be restrained as you are, and can be whipped severely through the rubber. Should we whip you, we will not be concerned about the marks produced beneath your costume, but only with your screams and movements. You may he freed of the rubber in a few hours, or many days. You may be surprised at some of the features of the costume, but we will certainly make the most of you. Remember only this: you are owned, utterly, and pleasuring the cocks you see before you is your only reason for existence.”
With that, her vision was taken from her, the three cocks the last sight she was permitted. More straps were tightened, and the blindfold was secure. She was brought to her feet and led to a punishment horse. She was bent over it severely, and strapped down by her waist and wide-spread ankles.
"Ten strokes!" That was her warning. The first stroke landed an instant later, tearing into her ass cheeks. She screamed with all her strength, but was held motionless by the straps. The strokes continued, frequently crossing her cuntlips which protruded behind her, protected only by the thin layer of rubber.
Again and again the cane struck, taking barely two minutes to deliver the ten strokes in a blazing fire of agony. She was then left untouched for some minutes, as she quietly moaned and cried within her helmet.
She was unstrapped from the horse and made to crawl on her knees to a point in front of the room's sofa. There, the three men's cocks awaited the service of her mouth.
She already thought about it that way. It was not a case of Karen, the young girl, engaging in oral sex with the unnamed gentlemen. It was impersonal, mechanical. She began to recognize the gulf separating her ego from her submissive, slave-self. It was the ego that required recognition, appreciation, gratification and intimacy. The slave-self, on the other hand, was a body denied and punished, and a mouth preparing to suck cock, without even the benefit of verbal acknowledgement. Her mouth was to become a jerkoff machine which would swallow the come from their cocks. And yet, her ego-self, the part of her with human pride and needs, would be forced to come along for the ride.
Soon, her human half slept. She felt her aroused and bound body, vibrating within the rubber with every flex of her muscles. Her cunt was juicing heavily, aroused but unable to come. Her arms were no longer there for her, except to increase her struggles while emphasizing the curves of her bound body. She was a cunt-mouth, being fucked. By the time the second man came in her mouth, she felt like a machine.
The third man's cock entered her. She groaned in her slave-heat, licking and sucking on him, allowing her throat to be opened, inviting his penetration. Suddenly, her blindfold was removed.
Now, she found herself kneeling, bound in rubber, a cock pumping her throat, but with her identity fully revealed before the three men, as well as several other onlookers, both male and female. A voice spoke, female, behind her. "Yes, this is Karen, our newest. A talented cocksucker, but she needs some polish..."
She found herself resisting. Again, the culture shock betrayed her. Seconds later, the man came, and bathed her face and hair with his load. She licked her lips clean, swallowing, but was helpless to deal with the rest.
"Dumb cunt. Karen will need more severe training." It was the man who just shot his load into her mouth. "Denise, get me a breather gag with the monogram, and a red dress to fit her!"
Moments later, the items arrived. The dress was elegant. It was also cut for a woman confined in a Venus Corset. Her arms would be denied her. She was allowed to view herself in a mirror. She looked truly elegant, and her corset was totally concealed.
The gag was next. A large rubber cock-gag, naturally. It penetrated her mouth deeply, filling her. It also had a breathing hole through it, as well as some tubes which were thrust into her nose. It would control her entire air supply. A series of silver rivets on its front spelled out, "Cocksucker".
Now, the shock struck again. And it worsened considerably when a tube was connected from the gag inlet to her rubber corset, beneath her dress. She could still breathe easily. But now, each breath was saturated with the odors of her body, her sweat and her cunt-juice. Her arousal grew, and continued to grow through the next hour, as she was seemingly ignored.
Lunch was announced. She was escorted into the dining room, where a long table was set. She was not allowed to sit, but remained standing, punished, as the others ate.
Sometime into the meal, one male looked up at her and said, "Cocksucker, would you like to exchange that rubber cock in your mouth for the real thing?" She turned a shade darker in the face with her humiliation, then nodded a yes.
The gag was removed. She was helped to her knees, and crawled under the table to suck the man off. She remained kneeling through two more men, one woman, then another man, before being allowed to stand again. Her face and dress now bore the residue of their pleasure. Her gag was replaced, allowing her to breathe only her own odors once again as she stood in her humiliation. She was not fed.
The meal ended, she was brought to the main lounge. Its centerpiece was a cylindrical glass enclosure some three feet in diameter. It held a naked girl, a black beauty, handcuffed, but otherwise unrestrained. She noticed a hole through the floor of the cage.
She was made to kneel, her gag was removed and her head was locked into the opening. Her corseted body was still visible from all sides beneath the cage, her face also visible within the glass.
The black girl was quite pleased to see her. Having been handcuffed, wrists behind her back for several hours, she was extremely aroused, her thighs visibly soaked with her juices. Quickly, she sat, squeezing Karen's face tightly between her wet thighs. Her captive mouth started working again, the girl started coming immediately, and Karen drank down a great deal of juice.
She remained there for the remainder of the afternoon, her face serving the girl imprisoned within the cage, her own body still corseted, kneeling on the floor. Just prior to supper, she was released and allowed to sit in the lounge and relax. She was still not permitted her arms--they were still welded to her back, the special armless dress concealing her corset.
A few minutes later, a man who was reading a news paper glanced up and said, casually, "Come here, Karen, and suck me off."
She felt the utter humiliation, in front of both several men and a number of females in various states of nudity or restraint. More significantly, she was highly aroused. The rubber Venus Corset still imprisoned her arms and compressed her torso severely, as it had now for some hours. Her body beneath the rubber was bathed in sweat.
She knelt and allowed her mouth to be fucked yet again. With her every motion, the points within the rubber still kept her flesh stimulated, and the two small phalluses continued to raise her arousal and humiliation yet another notch, without permitting her orgasm. He came within a few minutes, his come again staining her face as with the previous men. She cleaned him well with her mouth, feeling his come drip down her own helpless body.
Her arousal was visible to the man. "Would you like an orgasm, slut?"
"Yes, Master, very much, if it would please you."
The man smiled. He brought her into the dining room where, by this time, dinner was about to be served. Upon the table was a round platform some three feet in diameter. A pole rose from the center of the platform bearing a pair of large dildos. Karen's outer dress was removed, as was the rubber panel covering her crotch. It came away soaked in her juices. Clad now only in the Venus Corset and her clogs, her breather gag was replaced. Even without the rubber crotch panel, her air was still strong with the scent of her arousal.
She was made to stand on the platform. With help, she mounted the dildos, filling her cunt and ass. Her ankles were spread and shackled to the edges of the platform. Then, to her humiliation, the dildos rose within her several inches, and began to slowly stroke in and out of her openings. The platform started rotating as well, presenting all those at the table with an ideal view of her ordeal.
The platform made one complete rotation each minute. Karen remained corseted, her cunt and breasts exposed, her cunt and ass being slowly pumped by the dildos. The people dining at the table around her pretty much ignored her for the most part, yet they periodically glanced up at her, discussing her body and its performance in brief, direct terms. Every several minutes, she had an orgasm. She cried out unmistakably each time around her gag, alerting the entire room to the fact. She noted that they took some pleasure in observing the surface of her cuntal dildo at these times, observing the volume of her juices when they flowed from her body.
Some half-hour or so into her ordeal, a hand reached out to the platform. There was a small button there which she had not observed earlier. The hand pushed the button. Immediately, both her dildos, as they continued to stroke her holes vigorously, also began to vibrate. Karen quickly went to the edge of another orgasm, but to her dismay, the vibration stopped after about ten seconds. She groaned, frustrated, and heard laughter. A moment later, a different hand pressed the button. Again, the dildos vibrated about ten seconds, then stopped, leaving her on the edge. She pumped ever-harder, working more as her body tired, and succeeded after several minutes in having another powerful, loud orgasm. Her audience laughed again, enjoying her humiliation.
She tried to relax as the dildos pumped her tirelessly and the platform continued to rotate. The dinner guests would have none of it, though, as they pushed the button again and again every time she slowed her efforts. For well over two hours, she remained bound, exposed, double fucked and forced to come repeatedly. When she was finally released, she was utterly exhausted. She collapsed into the arms of her Masters.
She awoke inside the display cage. Her wrists were locked behind her back, but all her other gear had been removed. She had been bathed and perfumed. Looking down, she realized the opening where her own head had been imprisoned several hours earlier was now locked closed. She would remain alone. She served as an ornament for about an hour.
One of the Masters released her and freed her from her handcuffs. "Well, Karen. Are you enjoying yourself?"
It was an awkward question to answer. "Master, the part of me that is a slave is in paradise. Still, there is a free-woman part remaining that wants to protest."
"Yes, I thought so. Well, let's reward your slave self and punish the free-woman. Dress!"
She was given a black cocktail dress. Somewhat provocative, but very conservative by club standards. There was no underwear, but she was given opera pumps with comfortable three-inch heels. She was dressed in moments.
"Now, Karen, there is a cocktail party going on out on the patio. You will go out and enjoy yourself as a free woman. You may talk, eat, drink, and make merry. But you will return to me here in one hour. Before you return, you will suck one pussy of your choice to orgasm, making sure her juice covers your face. You will then find a cock to suck off, as well. You will service both of them in plain view of the people there. It is now nine PM. You will appear before me at precisely ten PM and show me a face soaked with cunt-juice and a mouth full of a man's come. Fail, and you'll be placed in severe punitive bondage for the night. Succeed, and your overnight ordeal will be much more pleasant. Go!"
She mingled with the people as an equal. The conversation was varied, only occasionally touching on sex. She could have been in a cocktail lounge at a resort, except when she looked at the clock, she noticed almost twenty minutes had passed. Now, free, dressed respectfully, she had to offer to suck off two guests, dressed as she was, free of restraints, and in a totally mundane atmosphere.
There was one woman she had talked with earlier, with whom she felt comfortable, and who might help solve half her problem. After some light conversation, she asked, "Could you do me a favor?"
The woman smiled. "Around here, a favor could mean many things. What'd you have in mind?"
"Well, I've got to complete a little assignment while I'm here. Part of it requires me to eat some pussy. Could you use an orgasm right now?"
Her smile broadened. "How could I refuse?"
She sat comfortably, then invited Karen to kneel and place her face under her skirt. Minutes later, with a growing crowd watching in approval, the woman came, and Karen had her face full of cunt-juice. She rose, red-faced, as her identity was revealed to her audience. Now, the second half of her ordeal became a greater humiliation as she was already the center of attention. Still, that could work to her advantage.
She pulled aside the nearest man with a visible erection.
"That was a nice snack, guy, but I'm still waiting for the main course." She handled his cock through his pants, briefly, then said, "Would you care to have your cock sucked?"
He smiled. Standing right there, he lowered his zipper with one hand, and took Karen's hair in the other, bringing her gently but forcefully to her knees. She noticed the clock on her way down--she had ten minutes.
Now, there was no skirt to cover her face. There were no restraints forcing her performance. Her clothes presented her as a totally free woman. To all those present, she sought out her humiliation of her own volition. On her knees, she opened her mouth, and surrounded by an appreciative audience, she sucked his cock.
His orgasm came quickly. She was careful not to allow him to force himself into her throat as he came; she did need to hold his come in her mouth until she found her Master at ten PM.
When the man did come, she simply smiled and moaned in pleasure, her lips sealed. She quickly dashed off, finding her Master where she expected him to be.
He examined her face, then said, "Show me, slut!"
She opened her mouth. It was still filled with the man's come.
"Swallow, cocksucker!"
She swallowed.
"You have obeyed, and earned pleasure tonight instead of pain. Your bondage will be rigid, but enjoyable. Strip!"
As her dress and clogs were put aside, he brought out a strange suit for her. It felt like rubber or latex, but was totally transparent. When she finally got it all on her body, she looked like she was coated with a clear jelly. The suit fit tightly, like a coat of paint. It left her face exposed, as well as her nipples and cunt. Everything else was covered, down to her fingertips. There was a removable flap for her cunt which could be put on or taken off instantly. More interestingly, the suit was equipped with small eyelets around its entire circumference.
She was layed down on a platform, one which had a metal framework at its edge. Dozens of strong rubber straps were connected between the framework and the many eyelets of her suit. Soon, she was stretched tightly within the framework, and her every motion caused her body to vibrate. The framework was raised several inches, lifting her body, then the platform was removed. She remained suspended, totally exposed, yet quite comfortable in spite of her total immobility. For hours into the evening, many men and a few women would come in to observe her. Some of the men would fuck her cunt or ass; both men and women used her mouth freely. Within the suit, she sweat profusely; soon, her entire body began to slide a bit, increasing the already intense stimulation. And through it all, she remained aroused, exposed and totally available. When the people finally left her for their own beds, she slept quite well.
* * *
By the end of the weekend, she was judged ready to be tested.
Every night, there was a cocktail party at the club. Some number of slaves always were in attendance, either serving, on display in bondage, or being punished. Tonight, however, would be an exception. There would be perhaps two dozen men and half that number of women present. A few slaves would also be present, clothed, serving drinks, but not on display. They would not have to serve anyone sexually.
Karen wore a red dress, moderate in its cut, except that its wrap-around skirt was slit to the hip on one side. It would not reveal her in her normal movements, but could be pulled aside instantly to expose her if desired. She wore opera pumps with five inch heels, stockings and a garter belt, and no underwear. Tonight, Karen would be free to move, talk, drink and enjoy herself. However, she would also be responsible for satisfying the sexual needs of everyone there.
She circulated among the people present. The majority knew her, and knew her humiliating obligation to the party. She also knew there were a few guests present, new to the club. With them, her humiliation would be greater.
She stood with two men, talking casually, when a voice came to her politely. "Karen? My wife and I would like to use your services, if you please?" This would be her ice-breaker. Now, others would be less hesitant. She might not even be given a break again for the duration. "Certainly, sir!"
They sat together on a sofa. Karen kneeled before them, totally unfettered. "You may take my cock out yourself, Karen." Red-faced, she obeyed, then immediately took him into her mouth. Several people watched her openly, standing nearby. Others gave her an occasional glance as she sucked him off. She finished him quickly, but gave him much pleasure.
His wife followed. Rather than covering Karen beneath her skirt, she raised her dress, exposing herself. Karen had to eat her with her face fully visible as she licked.
Again, the process was brief. A few minutes later, the girl had her orgasm. Karen cleaned her properly, and was about to rise from her knees, when she saw the man standing next to her unzip his pants. She remained kneeling, and sucked him off as well, followed by three more of them. A fourth appeared, ready, when Karen suddenly saw something familiar about his cock. Unlike her actions with the previous three men, whom she sucked without even looking up at their faces, she did look at this one.
It was Bob.
The wave of humiliation washed over her again as she prepared to suck the cock of her own lover and Master. He stopped her, however, with a gentle hand on her head. He spoke, but not to her.
"We certainly have a most obedient and talented cocksucker here. From all reports, she's been serving very well. But if we overwork her mouth, she has to tire sooner or later. And using her cunt would only bring her to orgasm, which she hasn't earned yet. So why don't we change the pace a bit, and let her serve half of us with her ass. She could then service two of us at once, and we wouldn't have to wait as long in line." The men murmured their approval.
Karen moaned in anticipation, then remembered: she was a slave. By taking a series of men in her ass, she would be taught her enslavement, as well as pleasing the men more with her tighter opening. She bent over, her face to the floor, and raised her skirt.
Bob fucked her ass first, then came to her face to be sucked clean. With his cock in her mouth, a second man plowed into her ass, and the lines formed at both her front and rear. She sucked off half of them; the others used her ass before coming to her face for the ritual cleaning. The women were active as well, joining the line to use her mouth. Over the next several hours, she serviced everyone in the room, many of them twice. Throughout it all, no one touched her cunt, and she did not come herself.
When it was over, Bob allowed her to shower, then spoke with her, briefly. "You've done well, Karen. How do you feel?"
She responded without his title, conforming to his mode of address to her. "I'm not sure, Bob, but something's different. Somehow, I feel relaxed, not abused. Right now, I could go dancing, or shopping, or go home with you for a severe whipping or a bondage ordeal, or go back into the lounge and have them all pull another train on my mouth and ass. I don't feel afraid anymore, or even embarrassed."
"No complaints, then?"
"Well, there is just one. I'm as horny as hell!"
Bob smiled. "Your training is over, for now. Let's go home."
They drove happily. Karen remained unrestrained, fully dressed in the same black dress and clogs she had worn earlier. Bob pulled into a gas station, but spoke to Karen on the way in.
"A test for you. When we get the gas, you'll go into the station and offer to suck off the attendant. If he has any friends present, you'll do the same for them."
She glowed with slave-pride as she walked into the station's office. From the car, Bob watched her talk to the attendant and to his two male friends before she knelt. All three of them stood before her, for several minutes each, as she serviced them. Soon, she returned to the car, still glowing, a small trace of come trickling out of the corner of her mouth. She entered the car, and they drove out again.
"So tell me, Karen. What are you?"
"I'm your slave, Bob. You can do anything you'd like with me, no limits."
She deserved a reward. Upon returning home, he bound her in a standing spread-eagle at the foot of his bed. He whipped her ass severely, then locked her into her chastity belt with the two vibrating dildos. He masturbated to orgasm, then fed his come to her by hand as she hung in her chains, the dildos bringing her to orgasm every several minutes.
He did not touch her again that night, and did not release her until the following morning. When he did finally unlock her chains, she collapsed into his arms, and said, "I love you, Master!"
"And I love you too, my slave!"
Wrapped in each others arms, they did not speak again for several minutes, until Karen broke the silence.
"So tell me, Master. When can we go back to the club?"
They both laughed, each of them proud of the way the weekend worked out for them both. Bob re-locked her wrists behind her back, then chained her naked form by her collar to the foot of the bed. He answered her question with, "You'll be returned to the club, or anywhere else your services are required, at the whim of your Master." He then turned, left the room, and began preparing a breakfast for them both. Karen remained chained on the floor at the foot of her Master's bed, handcuffed, naked, and smiling as she wondered what ordeal he would put her through to earn her breakfast. Struggling briefly against her handcuffs, reaffirming her helplessness, she felt her slave-heat rapidly building once again. She felt her juices building up again around one of the dildos still locked within her body by the chastity belt, and realized her pleasure would also remain under the control of her Master.
Yes, she now knew herself to be a true slave. And as any true slave would do, she silently hoped her enslavement would never end.
Master Ivan
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