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invention. Mistress and Her New Toy 1: An Unsteady Awakening This was originally going to be an illustrated book on Gumroad, but then they banned all NSFW stuff. So now it's just a story - if you want the pics, they're on Formant's subscribestar, if you want to search that up. Analeigh checked the address again, making sure she was in the right place, slowly walking towards the house - small, plain and suburban, looking much the same as the houses surrounding it. Why did Master have to go away for a year? A whole year! That was just mean! And sending her off to stay with some "keepers", to look after her. Like she was a pet! Although... In some ways, she was. At least when Master was training her. She shivered in remembered pleasure, remembering what it had been like to have her body wrapped in leather, her arms and limbs bound, made to crawl around, serving and servicing him. She licked her lips, salivating at the thought! But there wouldn't be any of that, not for months, at least. Silly Master! She looked at her phone - he was on the plane now, and wouldn't be messaging her until he landed, at the soonest. Leaving her... here. With... what had the names been? She couldn't remember. Well, she could at least do her stretches and exercises every day, to keep herself lean and toned for Master. With her case wheeling behind her, she walked up to the door, phone still in hand, pressing a neatly-manicured finger against the buzzer. There was no sound she could hear - was it broken? Or was the door thick enough to silence any noise from the inside? She pressed it again, the red of her nail bright against the dark wood of the door. It was larger than normal - at least a foot wider, and taller, like it was built for an ogre! There was a sound, the heavy clunk of a lock turning, before the door opened. A shadowy figure was there, hard to see when contrasted against the bright sunlight outside, currently warming Analeigh's body. She squinted, trying to smile, wanting to seem friendly. 'Good afternoon.' She dipped her head, trying to show her respect like Master had taught her. 'Am I in the right place, with Mare and Morana? I am Analeigh and I am supposed to report to you. My master is traveling abroad for a year and sent me to you.' She blushed as she said it - if this was the wrong house, then it would be really, really awkward! Her eyes adjusted, and she could see the person stood in the day - a woman, large, burly and powerful, almost a full head taller than Analeigh. Just one of her thighs looked about as wide as Analeigh's waist, while her arms were large and strong-looking. Even just wearing jeans and a loose top, she exuded power, looking down at Analeigh, making her stumble over her words. 'I'm Analeigh. I'm here to stay with you? For a year?' Cold, dark eyes looked down at her, before turning into a faint smile.' 'Ah, you are finally here. A pretty little thing like you. A bit thin, perhaps. But I can understand your master. He doesn't want any other man to feel you up. But he has no worries with us girls. We may do with you what we want! Absolutely anything.' She reached out with a hand, the fingers fat and strong, taking hold of Analeigh's wrist. She could feel the woman's strength as she was grabbed, unable to pull away, getting dragged closer. Even if she tried to resist, the strength the woman had was simply too much, pulling her off-balance. She'd been told she was getting sent to live with some mistress's - she'd been expected svelte and slender women in latex and lace, not someone so big. She quavered at the thought of those strong hands, mauling her flesh, slapping at her breasts or buttocks. 'The first thing we'll do is change your name. Analeigh is funny but boring, from now on you'll be called Pussy!' A faint smile came over the woman's face, as she bared her teeth, not letting go of Analeigh, dragging her inside. There was movement from behind her, Analeigh now able to see the inside of the house, with a staircase running up out of sight. Another woman, even larger than the first, had stepped out of a doorway, and walked up, moving with surprising lightness, despite her size. 'Uh, Pussy? Really?' Analeigh shook her arm, at least the tiny amount she could, the fingers like iron. Maybe she could find someone else to stay with for a year? 'And absolutely everything? What does that mean - I mean since you are both, uh, you' re both very... mighty!' The grip tightened, and she couldn't move her arm at all - she was even more immobilized than if she were bound with rope. She got pulled forward again, with greater force, into the shadow of the house, feeling suddenly cold as she was moved out of the sunlight. 'That, my little famished one, is true. We are the mighty, and if you don't obey perfectly, you're in mighty trouble. Take another breath of fresh air, because you won't get that for another year! Then stop standing around like an idiot and come inside! Welcome to your new--hmm---hell.' The woman dragged her forward with ease, not even seeming to put any effort into it, Analeigh's heels scraping over the floor, then the threshold of the house. The air inside was dark and cool, the walls looking plain and bare. 'Give me your bag, Pussy. And your smartphone. These are all things you won't need for a year. Honestly, all the things you brought with you are going to end up being mothballed. We'll take care of everything you need. Even your clothes. If we let you have any.' Analeigh could see that there was another staircase heading downwards, the wall plain, dark concrete. There was barely any light in the hallway, as the other woman spoke. She slipped her phone into her pocket, hoping it would go unnoticed. 'Do you want to go straight to the basement and see your room or do we want to get to know each other properly in the living room first? Think about it, this may be your last wish for a long time.' The door slammed shut behind her, making her squeak with fear, sending out a blast of air over her skin, as she stammered back a response. 'I, I think the living room is good. I need something to drink first. It's been a long trip.' 'Suit yourself. But we're fussy about the living room. We have a strict dress code there, especially for people like you. You'll have to change and get out of those dirty travel clothes.' The other woman nodded and spoke. The sheer size of them! No wonder the door was bigger than normal! Everything inside the house was scaled up, making Analeigh feel tiny and weak by comparison. 'I'll go downstairs and get her evening clothes right now! It would be best if you two waited in the hallway, and got her undressed. I don't want her dragging dirt into the living room.' Her eyes stared at Analeigh, still tightly in the grip of the first woman, before turning and walking down the stairs, into the basement, the stairs creaking beneath her feet. The first woman spoke. 'Did your master not train you properly, or are you just stupid? Or maybe you want me to help strip you off? If Morana comes back and you are not undressed yet - well, let's say today you might have a grace period because you just arrived, but she doesn't like it at all if her orders are not executed immediately. That is when she gets really nasty. If that happens then I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, Pussy! She's the mean one - compared to her, I'm kind and sweet.' She smiled, showing her teeth, her grip tightening around Analeigh's wrist, making her bones ache. 'But a masochistic whore cunt like you might even like that, who knows? Your master knew what he was doing when he sent you to two real full-blooded sadists, didn't he?' Analeigh tried to twist her arm away, but couldn't move it, not even the smallest amount. She'd known she was being sent to live with two mistresses, but had been expected something more... elegant? Being trained to serve, and service, attractively dressed women, maybe getting dressed up as a maid, or in latex, and fetching food and drinks? Not people like those two, huge and powerful and just... plain! 'So are you going to strip? Or would you rather be punished? What would your master say if your clothing was all torn away? You're such a pretty thing, but I wonder how long that will stay?' She leered at Analeigh, lips wet as she licked them, letting go of Analeigh's wrist. 'Make your decision, Pussy.' Analeigh's hands moved to cover her chest, feeling her breasts through her tight t-shirt. But... Master wouldn't have sent her to anyone too bad, would he? She sighed, trying to steady herself, before pulling her t-shirt over her head, suppressing the slight shiver she felt in the cooler air, wearing just a bra beneath. 'Well, your master has good taste.' Having the woman stare at her made her flush - it somehow seemed even worse than when Master took her to a sex club to show her off, parading her with a collar. At least then he was there to protect her, but now there was no-one. Next were her shoes, comfortable sneakers, which she slipped off, then her socks, balling them up and pushing them into her shoes. It was like going to the gym! The floor was wood panels, cold underfoot. 'We're going to be getting nice and close.' She was grabbed and twisted around, her body offering no resistance to being moved and dragged, an arm going around her throat. Even without tightening up, it was still enough to control her, hauling her towards one of the doors. Heavy footsteps creaked against stairs, the other woman walking back up the stairs. 'Too slow, Pussy. Let's get you into living room, so we can have some fun.' Analeigh was dragged forward, the woman simply dragging her around. She could feel their body behind her, sinking into the lush flesh, feeling the thick, strong muscle beneath it, as a doorway was pushed open. It revealed a large, but surprisingly normal, living room - couches, larger than normal, against the walls, with a large TV screen against the far wall, and some old-fashioned decorations and ornaments on the wall. A hand reached into her pocket, sliding her phone out, the other arm tensing up around her throat as she tried to wriggle and resist. 'You won't be needing this anymore. Don't worry, we'll let your master know how you're doing. Now, take your bra off. You're not going to need normal clothing, not while you're here.' The grip released itself and Analeigh was shoved forward, onto a large rug in the middle of the floor, covering herself up with her arms for a moment, before reaching behind herself to unclasp it, and then sliding her bra off, leaving her topless. Master always liked to admire and play with her breasts, stroking and kissing them. And sometimes using clamps, but only if she'd been a naughty girl! Having this strange women leer at her was a completely different feeling though, with none of the warmth or comfort she felt from Master. A hand grabbed at her backside, twisting against her jeans. They were snug and tight, showing off her pert buttocks, and then they were pulled down. She shivered, taking hold of the waistband herself, trying to keep some control herself, slowing their movement downwards. She could feel the woman's presence behind her, a hand grabbing at her cute panties and pulling them down, before pushing through her thighs. The arm was warm, the muscles shoving through her thigh-gap, her attempt to tense up and keep it out useless. 'Nice and neat down there.' After pulling her panties down, the hand twisted around, fat and heavy fingers touching against her crotch. 'Easier than having to shave you.' The door opened again, more heavy footsteps entered. 'Pussy being a slow little bitch? Well, she'll need to learn to get faster. Isn't that right, Mare?' As the woman molesting her spoke, Analeigh could feel the wide arm twisting around, fingers still fumbling and touching against her. 'That's right, Morana. She might be a bit dumb. But she'll get better over time. Unless she enjoys pain. Maybe she's a silly masochistic pain-slut? Like that red-haired hussy? Although she wasn't too happy about being locked in the cage. Well, I think she wasn't too happy - it was hard to tell, through the muzzle. She kept crying though. Maybe they were tears of joy?' 'Maybe. Get her clothing off, and then we can get her dressed. Her master sent her sizes through, and I had this made, just for her. It means that little Pussy will have to be closely monitored though - if she changes size, then nothing will fit, and then she'd have to go naked. Although she might enjoy that?' The panties and jeans were both yanked down around her ankles in a single, rough movement, making her gasp as she was left utterly exposed. 'Get them off. Unless you want them to be torn off?' Analeigh stepped out of her jeans, resisting the urge to cover herself with her arms. Being utterly naked and exposed, with both of the women looking at her, made her skin flush with shame as she turned to look at them. The bigger one, Morana, was stood there, holding up a tight and skimpy outfit, pink, shiny and frilled, looking like something a ballerina would wear, if they were being displayed as a fuck-doll as well. She tried to hold herself up, straight and proud, reminding herself that her Master loved her, and wouldn't have sent her anywhere too rough... would he? He was always joking about making her a pain-slut, but those were just jokes, weren't they? Morana put the dress over the arm of the sofa before approaching, eyes worryingly hungry, before reaching out with a huge hand and grabbing at one of Analeigh's breasts. She squeaked, feeling the fat fingers sink into her skin. Mare grabbed at her from behind, pulling her arms apart. Analeigh tried to resist, but was utterly powerless and unable to move her arms, with her wrists gripped by Mare, who pulled her arms wide, straining her shoulders, making them ache. 'We need to inspect you, Pussy. Make sure you're not damaged before we get hold of you.' She could feel the woman's breasts, large and heavy, pushing against her from behind, soft and doughy. Morana kept one hand squeezed tightly against Mare's breasts, twisting the skin back and forth, the constant pressure starting to ache and throb. Her other hand pressed against Analeigh's belly, gently at first, and then harder and harder. Analeigh couldn't back away, feeling her guts get compressed and squashed, without anything to pad or protect them. It was getting harder to fill her lungs, Morana's smile getting wider as she stared down at Analeigh. She could only wriggle around a little bit, her arms held too tightly, twisting her hips in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure. Her breast was released, moving down and feeling between her thighs. Analeigh whimpered as it touched against her slit - that was Master's special place! 'Nice and clean and tidy.' A fat finger parted her lips, making her gasp, skin chafing, her pussy dry still. 'But a pussy like you needs to learn to be more friendly. Otherwise you're going to be very sore whenever we use you. And we're going to be using you a lot! Can't have something like you around without making sure everything works.' The finger started to slide back and forth, bringing tears to Analeigh's eyes, trying to will herself to enjoy it, wanting it to hurt less. Her arms were pulled even harder, stressing her shoulders, Mare's breasts heavy against her. It was like being caught in a vice - there wasn't any hope for escape! The finger withdrew, giving her a moment of relief, before a large palm slapped against her crotch, sending the shock of impact running through her, making her squeak in pain and shock. 'I hope you obey, Pussy. I like your body, and it'll be nice to see what it can do. But naughty girls go into the basement, into a cage. And you won't be so pretty after being stuck in a cage for several months, especially if the rats are back. Now get dressed. After all, this is an outfit just for you.' Her hand slapped against Analeigh's belly with a loud smack, before she stepped back. Mare turned Analeigh around, towards the couch. The garment on the arm was still there, pink and skimpy, as Mare released her, then spanked her backside. The sound was like a gunshot, echoing around the room, Analeigh barely aware of her gasp of pain. A spanking was normally a cute and sweet thing, not harsh and hard! 'Get dressed, Pussy. We want to have some fun with you, and it would be a shame to dump you into a cage on your first day.' Analeigh picked up the outfit - it was like what a ballerina would wear, but super-skimpy, and pulled it over her head, not wanting to be struck again. It didn't cover her breasts, and the "skirt" stuck out horizontally, doing nothing to cover her crotch. It was tight across her belly and hips, highlighting her curves. 'Good. So you do know how to obey. I was worried you'd be like that last brat! Made my arm sore, having to spank and slap her so often. And her crying annoyed me, so I stuffed her mouth with my clothing. Nice and sweaty!' Analeigh gulped - any garment of either of them would be huge, straining her jaw and cheeks! As well as the "dress", there were some ballet shoes, the toes reinforced, with long ribbons to tie around her legs. As quickly as she could, she pulled them on, tying the ribbons in place, the silk soft against her skin. 'Good. Your master said you were dance-trained. I hope you've not forgotten it.' A hand, fat and powerful, grabbed at Analeigh's right hand and pulled on it, dragging Analeigh off-balance. A black leather sack slid over her hand, forcing her hand into a fist, a strap buckling it around her wrist. She could flex her fingers a little, making the sack bulge and move, but it was fastened too tightly to her body, making it impossible to remove. The same was done to her other hand, sealing it into leather as well. 'You're going to be a good girl, Pussy. Otherwise you're going to be punished. We're both very happy to have you here - it's been quite boring without a silly little slut to entertain us. And if you don't entertain us, then we'll make you regret it. Head up, for one more thing.' There was no chance for her to obey before a hand pulled on her hair, dragging it upwards, making her tilt her head. Leather, soft and cool, touched against her neck, a collar sliding into place, a small O-ring touching against the top of her chest. It was tight and snug, and made her skin crawl - she wanted Master to collar her, not these women! 'If we ever see you without it, then you'll regret it. Now, it's time for snacks, and then you can entertain us.' A meaty hand smacked against Analeigh's buttocks, the impact making Analeigh wince. 'Time for some fun!' Analeigh shivered, feeling cold and exposed, the outfit baring both her breasts and her pussy. What was she meant to do? Morana had gone to a drinks cabinet and made herself a cocktail, various alcohols mixed together, as Mare went and pulled out a long, thin cane from an umbrella stand. Analeigh watched her nervously, hoping that it wouldn't be used on her - she didn't mind some punishment, but being caned hurt, leaving ugly red lines on her ass. Morana finished mixing her drink, swirling differently-colored fluids together, a slice of lemon hooked over the side of the glass, before she went to sit down. The sofa creaked beneath her, her bulk settling into place, compressing the cushions. 'You said you wanted to get to know us properly, now you do: we like ballet. But not just any ballet, we have our very own choreography! And I hope that you have the stamina to keep the poses and positions, otherwise you will be punished.' Mare walked behind Analeigh, the cane flicking through the air. 'Twist your arms like this. Show us your body.' She grabbed a wrist, pulling at it, making Analeigh hold her mitten-wrapped hand up in front of her, in line with her face. Her other hand was lower, elbow bent, in line with her bare breasts. The outfit felt cheap, and silly, against her body, worse somehow than just being naked! 'Now, spread your legs and get up on your toes. We want to see your body, and that sweet little cunt of yours. Your master has given you to us, so you're going to be used.' A hand grabbed her thigh and pulled, forcing her legs to spread, the stupid little tutu doing nothing to cover her up. The ballet lessons faded back into mind, as she rose up en pointe with her legs spread, blushing as her pussy was exposed. 'Legs stay exactly in this position and then you dance for us. Something that makes us horny. It's good that you went to ballet school, isn't it? We will judge your dance afterwards. In case we're not really horny, we'll stuff you full as punishment, because that always gets us wet. And you don't want to upset us, Pussy. That wouldn't be very good for you.' Analeigh strained, feeling the tension through her legs, calves and hips, her toes starting to ache. 'What do you mean, stuff me? And this is a really skimpy dress. With these mittens, I can't serve you either.' 'You're here to be our entertainment, Pussy. We didn't forget anything. We like to see our Pussy's cunt. And the mittens -- well, you don't need your hands around us, and the mittens prevent you from playing with yourself. You see, here in the house, we have a simple rule: Morana and Mare have fun. Pussy doesn't.' Hands grabbed around her waist, adjusting her posture, until her upper legs were spread horizontally, putting even more strain on her body. Analeigh was glad for all the dance training now, that being the only thing that was allowing her to stay standing, although she could feel the small shakes and tremors starting to build, getting stronger and stronger as her muscles cramped and tensed. Fingers pushed against her thighs, feeling at the tensed-up muscles, squeezing and pinching. 'Hmmm, Pussy, you have trained well, haven't you? Not like some of the other sluts we've seen. Nice, tough body. Good girl!' The hand curved to touch against her pussy. 'But this is still cold and unwelcoming. You need to learn to be nice to us - we own you, remember.' She adjusted Analeigh's position, twisting and tweaking her position slightly. It was a strange relief whenever she adjusted Analeigh's position, her hands taking some of the strain off her legs, before she was put back down, her muscles starting to ache already. 'Now, let's see what you're like.' The hands groped at her, pressing against her belly, then her breasts, squeezing the nipples with strong fingers. She groaned, bringing her hands inwards, the pressure increasing. 'No protests, little Pussy. You're here for our pleasure, not yours. Hands out!' Her breasts were stretched out, soft skin contorting as Mare pulled and twisted, Analeigh gasping in shaky, pained gasps. Her arms were starting to ache as well, bent into the strange position, a strain to maintain. But as she moved them back, the pressure on her breasts faded, Mare relenting somewhat. The lack of pain made it easier to focus, although it also made her more aware of how much stress she was putting her body under! Mare let go, stepping backwards, and then the cane poked against her buttocks. It moved away, then jabbed against her back, just beneath her ribs, into her organs. Up on her toes, she couldn't move to evade it, simply having to endure the probing, jabbing pain. And then a sudden, stinging strike, against her ribs, making her breath whistle between her teeth, the cane leaving a throbbing welt on her skin. 'We don't like noisy sluts. So keep yourself nice and quiet, Pussy, or that mouth of yours will be sealed. I wonder what gag would suit you best? The last slut we had to use a panel gag on - we started with a ballgag, but she kept dribbling everywhere! Messy, messy slut.' A hand reached over her from behind, grabbing her left hand and pulling it into a slightly different position. The cane moved as well, sliding over the top of her leg, flexing a little as it moved. And then a sudden stinging flick, against her calf, making her whimper again. 'Stay silent, little Pussy. Or that mouth of yours will be stuffed, remember.' The cane struck again, this time angled upwards, against her thigh. The force was vicious, leaving a stinging pain on her skin, flesh suddenly hot. 'Augh!' A hand grabbed over her mouth, filling it with the taste of Mare's skin, warm and slightly sweaty. Analeigh could only breathe through her nose now, trying to resist the instinctive flash of panic she felt, the collar around her neck feeling far too tight, almost a threat now. The cane struck against her opposite leg, any noise she made swallowed up by Mare's hand, breath whooshing instead out of her nose. The cane-strikes hurt! And the position was torture to start with! Another strike, this one on her inner thigh, getting closer to her crotch. She didn't want to be hit there! Even with barely any space to move the cane in, Mare was still able to generate enough force to make each strike hurt, another swing striking against the very top of her thigh, as she tried to suck in air through her nostrils. 'Now, dance for us, little Pussy. Entertain us, or we'll hurt you.' Mare shoved Analeigh forward, before letting her go, and taking a seat next to Morana on the couch, the wood protesting under their shared weight, cane still in hand. Morana was sipping her drink, expression unreadable. They both stared at hard, expressions hard, Analeigh gulping in nervous fear. What was she meant to do? Still staying on her toes, she raised her hands above her head, feeling the stupid little tutu shake about, as she twisted her hips. 'Good. Show off your pussy, Pussy. It's your most valuable part, after all.' Analeigh's eyes focused on the cane, as Mare idly flicked it through the air, hoping it wouldn't come forward and strike her. The impact-welts were strong and hot, only slowly fading into her body, each one a source of pain. 'Keep your arms like that, and shake your hips.' Her feet, still en pointe, were starting to hurt now, more pain transmitting itself up through her legs, her calves cramping up. She rolled her hips, feeling the air over her crotch, stirring over her shaved pussy - Master had done it himself, just that morning! Both the women were looking at it, making her want to hide and cover it up. Then her foot cramped, and she stumbled, tumbling to the ground, managing to get her hands in front of herself to break her fall. The cane poked against her buttock, as one of the women sighed in disappointment, then Morana spoke. 'Well, that was disappointing. I suppose some posture lessons are needed.' She put her empty glass onto a coaster, then wood creaked as she stood up, standing over Analeigh and hauling her upwards, easily lifting her up, onto her shoulder. It was strangely dehumanizing, being hauled around without any say in the matter, but Analeigh tried to force herself to relax, the cramp slowly fading, as she was carried out of the living room, and down the stairs. A thick metal door was opened, cooler air sliding over her skin, as she bent to look. It was a basement, the floor lowered, although the ceiling was still only a few inches above Analeigh's back. Bondage equipment was scattered around - several small, metal cages in one corner, a variety of ropes and dildos, canes, floggers and other implements. And the thick smell of sweat and other fluids - there was barely any ventilation, the only light coming from a few bulbs on the ceiling. A noose dangled down, and Morana carried Analeigh over towards it, putting her down, letting her stand. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink. Mistress and Her New Toy V1: An Unsteady Awakening 'I suppose I should tell you what's going on, as you can't really see for yourself.' Nicole twisted,
feeling at her restraints - her arms were held upstretched above her head,
something on her wrists. When she moved,
she could hear chains lightly clinking. 'Nice that
you're awake, I was starting to get bored.'
The voice was female, proud and amused, and
close. Nicole turned
her head, senses returning. Her vision
was blocked, padding over her eyes, a strap keeping the blindfold in
place. As she moved, her long hair slid
over her bare back - she shivered, suddenly realizing that she was naked. Where was she, and who was speaking to her? 'You look
lovely, all spread out and exposed.
Padded cuffs on your wrists, chained to the ceiling to hold you in
place. A leather panel-gag, sealing your
mouth - I have no patience for any protests or complaints. So when I think that you're going to be sweet
and obedient, then the gag comes off.' Nicole
tightened her jaw - there was a fat and rubbery lump in her mouth, and stiff
leather over her lips. She tried to make
a sound, but all she could hear was a muted and pathetic whimper,
before the voice continued. 'A blindfold
over your eyes - a shame that your lovely face is mostly hidden behind leather,
but it sets an appropriate tone, I think?
Just your cute little nose poking out.
Anyway, You're naked except for some latex stockings, and shoes - I
wanted to show off your lovely legs. Oh,
this is being recorded as well. Once
you're nice and obedient you might be allowed to see it. And cuffs around your ankles as well, holding
your legs spread. I wonder how used to
heels you are? Well, we're going to find
out.' Nicole tried to
move her legs - she could feel resistance on her ankles, another chain
tinkling, both her ankles connected to each other, and something else. Her feet were bent, up on her toes, high and
narrow heels making her calves start to ache already. She shook around, finding that her movement
was limited, her legs only able to shift an inch or two around, an aching in
her shoulders from her own weight. 'It's always
cute watching someone try and get out.
Don't worry, those cuffs will hold.
Now, where were we? Oh yes -
latex stockings, to show off those lovely legs of yours, and some 5-inch
heels. Securely locked on, so they're
not going anywhere. I took the liberty
of shaving you while you were out - you'd gotten a little tufty down there.' 'Mmphh!' Nicole's objection was louder this time, the
thought of such a thing being done to her making her flush with shame. 'Don't worry,
I'll look after you. And I brushed your
hair as well - it's a lovely shade of auburn, isn't it? If you're allowed clothing, I'll have to pick
something to complement it. I've put
studs into your ear-piercings as well - it would be a nuisance if they were to close up. A good girl
gets nice jewelry - if you're naughty, then, well, I'll have to sort something
out.' A scent coiled
through the air, sweet and sultry, making her breathing quicken - it made her
feel woozy, just from a sniff, creeping into her brain, lust and desire somehow
flowing through her. There was a
slight sound, squeaking and stretching, and then a finger touched against her
chest, between her breasts. Nicole
shivered, trying to pull away, the finger easily moving forward and staying in
contact. It felt strange, inhumanly
smooth but still warm as it touched her. 'You will need
to earn the touch of my bare hand - and that is not going to be easy.' Nicole was as
far back as the chains allowed, more finger-tips pressing against her until it
was a palm, the thing sliding across her chest and cupping a breast. 'A nice size -
and entirely natural, which is nice. I'm
not a fan of such modifications! But I
might put a few more piercings into place.
Maybe here?' The fingers pinched
at a nipple, stretching it out. 'And
your tongue as well - that will increase the pleasure you can give, as well as
give another convenient place to bind you.
I find a padlock there can be quite effective as a punishment! But I'm sure you'll be a good girl, and not
need that, isn't that right?' Nicole tried to
push the hand away, shaking her chest, wanting the woman to back away. All she could do was twist and shake her
chest, the hand pushing against her, easily keeping her in place. 'But there's
one thing missing, isn't there? One
thing that every cute little toy should have.' The voice was
teasing and flirty, another hand touching her belly, more of the
slippery-smooth fingers caressing her skin, making her skin crawl. 'It looks
strange for your neck to be bare. That's
not right for a toy, is it? I've got a
lovely collar, just for you. Although
it's not got a name on yet - you'll have to earn that.' Nicole tried to
hunch her shoulders, bringing her chin down protectively. 'So cute! I've got it right here.' The hands
withdrew, heels stepping away, and then something clicked. The very faintest metal squeak, the footsteps
returning. 'No resistance,
my lovely toy. Not that you have much
choice right now.' Metal, cold and
hard, slid against the back of her neck, before her hair was yanked on, tilting
her chin up. The thick metal band swung
shut, pressing against her throat, several inches tall. It was heavy, dragging down and pressing
against her shoulders and collarbone, snug against her skin. 'A custom size,
just for you. And locked on - you might
be able to earn something a little less arduous eventually, but for now you'll
have this.' Nicole shook
her head, feeling how the collar restrained her movement, making soft little
whines of protest. 'It's a very
nice collar - three inches high, shining bright metal, with a large O-ring on
the front, secured with an in-built locking mechanism. No key, it takes a special item to open up. And it's got
some nice little toys built in.' The side of it
was tapped, the feeling rippling through Nicole's neck. 'This is a battery pack. The collar has inbuilt GPS, a motion sensor,
a tilt switch so I can tell if you're standing up or crawling. There's a camera and audio built in - and a
shock feature. So if you're naughty,
then... ZAP. I'm sure you'd prefer to
avoid that?' Nicole shook
her head again, desperately hoping that the collar would somehow fall off,
leaving her free. 'You should be
thankful for a gift from your mistress - and the sooner you accept it, then the
easier things will be. We're going to be
spending a lot of time together!' A hand brushed
against the top of her thigh, a finger sneaking into the top of her stocking,
pulling on the latex and then releasing, making it
snap against her leg, the sound crisp and clear. 'Maybe I should
make you a latex doll? A little passive,
but you've got the figure for it. Just
your lovely soft lips, wrapped around a fat ballgag, and the rest of you sealed
away?' The finger slid
upwards, against her inner thigh, the back of a hand stroking against her
slit. She squirmed and twisted, trying
to break the contact, only able to breathe through her nose. 'A good girl
should be obedient!' Fingers pinched her
nostrils shut, cutting off her air. She
tried to pant and gasp around the gag in her mouth, but it was too tight, a
burning constriction starting to ache in her chest. The darkness in her head throbbed, hurting
more and more, but it was impossible to break away or make the woman release
the grip. She slumped in
defeat, her strength fading fast. The
fingers let go, and she gulped in air, the aching receding. 'I prefer my
toys to be obedient and sweet - so that way I don't need to be harsh. So I hope you will come to understand the
situation you're in? But I'm not all
pain and no pleasure - if you live up to my expectations, then you will be
rewarded.' The hand between her legs
continued to stroke, and she could feel the heat building up within her body,
her pussy responding to the teasing fingers.
'I'm going to discover where you're most sensitive.' A finger tapped her nose, before withdrawing,
and then the underside of her arm was touched, fingers sliding downwards
towards her armpit, making her shiver and twitch. 'Ticklish? That can be fun to work with. What about here?' The fingers ran down her flank, just light
enough that she could feel them, her nerves flaring up, desperate for the
touches, her sight sealed away. 'So
sensitive! Now, I've described how you
are arranged, my sweet Nicole, so I suppose I should describe your
surroundings. It's quite a large room,
about 40 feet square, with just a single door, which is currently locked - I
have the only key. This is where you
will be staying, at least until I can be sure of your obedience. There's a cage in the corner, large enough
for you, with food and water tubes attached.
There's too much equipment to fully describe, but you can be assured
that I have a full complement of whips, paddles, crops, canes and the like -
over time, you'll become familiar with all of them.' Nicole was
starting to loosen, a finger teasing into her, the words painting a disturbing
vision in her mind. 'There's an X-cross
on the wall behind you, as well as a heavy wooden chair without a seat, and
lots of restraints built in. A little
like an electric chair, I suppose - I'm sure you know the general look. I don't have a medical chair, I'm afraid, but
we can make do without that, I imagine.
What else? Oh yes, my cabinet -
glass-fronted, to show all the toys inside.
A rather extensive collection of dildos, vibrators and buttplugs - everything to keep your body nice and full! There's a wooden horse, if
you know what that is. And if not, then,
well... you will soon. I have a sybian,
although that's currently just in the corner.
Also a padded bench with chains attached, for bending someone over for a
good spanking. And a small chest with
some clothing in - lingerie, mini-skirts and the like, I'm sure you can
imagine. Oh, and tape, rope, cuffs and other restraints.
I think that's most of the toys and tools.' Nicole tried to
pull her hips upwards, wanting to get away from the probing fingers, but they
just moved with her, one of them now inserted up to the first knuckle. 'The walls are
bare brick, and there are no windows - well, we are underground. The light comes from three lights in the
ceiling - I've tried to eliminate the shadows as much as possible. And then there's me. We've met, although I don't think you
remember. I'll leave most of the
specifics for later, but I'm currently wearing a latex bodysuit - don't think I
didn't notice the squirming when I touched you!' Fingers
tickle-teased her lower lips, making Nicole shiver again. 'I prefer dresses, but it seemed appropriate
to the tone, even if you can't see. I'm
taller than you are, even in those heels, and, if you behave, I may let you
touch me, so you can discover more yourself.
I think that should cover the basics?
Now, what tool should I use first?'
The finger slid out of her, the woman walking away. 'This?' Leather slithered, and then snapped, a loud
crack popping in the air next to Nicole's head, making her flinch in fear. 'Hmmm, perhaps a little harsh. You have such lovely skin, it would be a
shame to brutalize it too much, at least so early. I think this then.' Nicole's ears
strained to follow the woman's movements, desperate for any information as to
what was going on. A faint whispering
slither - what was that? Her skin
crawled at the thought of the whip again, that brutal crack being against her
own skin, slicing and hurting. 'A little more
gentle. But also to remind you that
disobedience will come at a price.' Strips of soft
leather stroked over her body, hard little knots along them, teasing over her
breasts and chests. Then it withdrew,
before pain suddenly burst into being on her inner thighs, the thing smacking
upwards, making Nicole wheeze and gasp. 'A flogger -
leather cords tied into knots, if you don't know. Far less harsh than a whip, I'm sure you'll
agree.' Another strike, Nicole squirming
and shifting, trying to close her legs for protection but the ankle-chains
making that impossible. 'I do have some
with spikes in the knots, but this is a nice, soft one.' The pain flared
red in Nicole's head, making her feel light and vague, somehow caught up in
this unreality. More strikes, some of
the cord flicking against her thighs, leaving welts there, slowly fading into
her body. 'It's nice that
you're so sensitive. This should make
the training easier!' The next strike
was across her belly, the cords slapping against her skin and then wrapping
around and getting pulled loose. She
tried to brace herself, but not knowing when the next strike would be, or where
it would land, made that impossible, forcing her to powerlessly struggle and
wriggle. The woman moved
around her, the angle of strikes changing - first across her breasts, then
along her right-hand side, then down her back and across her buttocks, before a
savagely strong hit upwards, one of the cords hitting her right on the pussy. She gasped and shuddered, her arms shaking,
jerking on the chains, sparks dancing behind her eyes. 'That's
it! Good girl. Soon I'll have you dancing properly, but this
will do for now. Oh, and I'll pick out
some specific outfits for you. I'm not
sure if you'd look better as a maid or as a latex slut
- but we'll have long enough to try both.
And all the usual things as well - lingerie, office-slut, I'm sure you
get the idea. I have a photography
studio I can use, so it'll be a nice project to work on together.' More strikes, a
regular rhythm now across her buttocks, making her ass throb and heat up - not
as brutal as a whip, but still hurting.
Nicole twisted around, trying to move out of the way, but lacking the
freedom to do so. 'That's
it. Nice and soft and pliable! Not that you have much choice, I
suppose. Now, I have other business to
attend to, so it's time for you to get into the cage.' There was another strike, far more force
behind it, Nicole gasping in pain. 'I do
hope you won't try and resist - it would be a shame if I had to be forceful
this early on.' Nicole sagged
down, trying to ignore the deep throbbing heat of her flogged ass, her buttocks
aching whenever she tensed up. Through
the pain, it was hard to focus on the woman's movements, but then metal clicked
around one of her wrists. A moment
later, her arm was released from the cuff holding it to the ceiling and yanked
around. Nicole squirmed, but didn't have
the time to respond as her arm was dragged backwards, her other arm getting
freed, yanked backwards and cuffed, joining her wrists behind her back. She swayed in
place, struggling to keep her balance without her arms being held in
place. Fingers grabbed her by the
collar-ring, keeping her up until she was stable again. 'I will look
after you, but only as long as you behave yourself! Otherwise you may find me rather less
supportive.' Nicole stood
there, barely noticing fingers pushing against her crotch before they slid down
her legs, releasing her ankle-cuffs.
There was just a tiny moment of freedom, and then metal locked into
place around one ankle, hands grabbing it and pulling it over towards the other
leg. She swayed, managing to stay up,
the cuff locking around the other ankle, leaving her with just a few inches of
clearance in the chain between them. The collar was
pulled on, making her stagger, having to take tiny, mincing steps, the heels
throwing her off-balance. With her hands
cuffed behind her back, it was even harder to keep her balance - if it wasn't
for the firm hand on her collar, she would have fallen! She got dragged
around, feeling the hard floor make her heels ache as she hobbled forward,
still at arm's length. Every step made
her wince and shudder, fearful of walking into something, glad for at least the
minimal guidance of the arm. 'Down.' She was pulled forward, the hand releasing
her, and she staggered, balance swaying again, in danger of falling. A hand pushed down on her head, forcing her
down, and she followed the movement, stooping down. 'Good girl.
In the cage. And don't cause any
trouble!' The hand pushed against the
back of her head, forcing her down and forward, making her crawl on her knees. The top of her
head bumped against metal and she stooped further, crawling over a raised metal
line. When she was further forward,
metal squeaked and clanged, before a lock clicked shut. 'There we
go. You won't need food or water just
yet - and don't even think about making a mess!
I cleaned you out before you woke up.
So be a good girl and be patient and wait for me.' Nicole twisted
around, feeling the metal cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles, lifting her
head until it hit against the low ceiling, reaching out with her hands and finding cage bars.
She was locked into a cage now! Footsteps walked away, leaving her alone, trapped, bound and still in the darkness. |