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Nashita's Training
(Melissa DuVant)
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Nashita's Training Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 3: Stubbornness and Consequences Chapter 4: A Lot of Pain for a PIN Chapter 6: Aiding the Apprentice Chapter 7: Dealing With the Apprentice Chapter 9: Orgasmic Competition Chapter 10: Dealing with the Apprentice (Again) Chapter 11: Breathtaking Punishment Chapter 12: Obedience (Part 1) Chapter 13: Proof of Obedience Chapter 14: Obedience (Part 2) Chapter 15: A Well-Earned Reward Chapter 19: A Well-Earned Rest Chapter 20: A Completed Project The Mistress and Her New Toy V2: Terms and Conditions To Stefan - thanks for commissioning this, and supporting the kinky arts! And having good taste in dommes and subs. Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. 'You are proving yourself quite troublesome.' Theresa pulled on the rope, feeling the resistance of the young woman's weight on the other end, the pulley rattling as she was pulled to standing, her body limp, feet dangling down, dribble slowly spilling from her mouth. 'Brave of you to confront me so directly - foolish, but brave.' There was a soft moan in response to her words - the woman was conscious, just, but still unable to move herself, even without the ropes around her wrists. 'Let me just tighten everything up a little. Don't want you causing a scene!' She moved closer in, taking the chance to admire the woman - shorter than Theresa, with brilliant, copper-red hair not entirely controlled by several hair-ties. She was dressed quite plainly, in a knee-length skirt and a beige jumper, but that couldn't disguise the lovely shape of her body beneath. 'And... ah yes, there we go.' Theresa reached into a skirt-pocket, pulling out the woman's phone, putting it into a metallic pouch, to cut off the reception. 'That can be disposed of safely, once I've had my apprentice ensure there's no other problematic data there. Or maybe you'll tell me yourself? I'm not that scary once you get to know me, Ms. Heather Locke.' Another soft groan, movement starting to return, as Theresa wrapped rope around Heather's ankles, tying them together, giving the stocking-wrapped legs a quick squeeze. Nice, firm flesh - and the three-inch heels were nice and shiny and black, before she pulled them off and tossed them aside. That forced Heather up onto her toes, just about able to touch the floor still, trying to relieve the strain on her wrists. 'We're going to be having a lot of conversations, so you should try and get along with me. It seems that you've been investigating me for quite some time, and found out some things that I would rather stay hidden. Well, they're going to stay hidden now, and you're going to have to disappear. At least, as far as everyone else is concerned.' She reached out, running her hand along Heather's hip, finding the zip of her skirt and releasing it, pulling the material away and putting it into a bin bag for later disposal. 'It'll be like you were never here.' Beneath the skirt, Heather was wearing white lace panties and thigh-high stockings. Theresa stroked at a bare thigh, before reaching for the panties, giving the material a tug. They stretched, Heather able to whine, starting to regain her strength. 'Time to silence that mouth of yours - this place isn't fully soundproofed, and the neighbors might complain. Don't worry, I'll be taking you somewhere that is more secure soon.' She pulled on the panties again, hard yanks until the material snapped and broke away from Heather's body, revealing the neatly-shaved slit beneath. Another faint gasp of protest, but Theresa grabbed Heather's hair, feeling the thick strands, before forcing the panties into the woman's mouth. Heather's eyes were half-open, but she managed to focus, staring at Theresa. 'Such pretty lips! Don't worry, I'll see they're put to good use.' She used two fingers to push the panties all the way in, enjoying the way that Heather's cheeks bulged, a little strand of white poking out of her mouth. 'Now, to make sure they stay in place.' She used one hand to keep Heather's mouth squeezed open as she reached out for what she needed from the wall. 'This is a two-inch ballgag. Normally someone would have to work their way up to it, but I think I will be more forceful with you.' She squeezed harder, forcing the mouth open, the wet hole filled with already-damp panties, before shoving the fat rubber ball into place. It was large enough that it stretched Heather's lips and jaw wide, needing a push to settle behind teeth, the strap probably not needed to keep it in place. 'You were smart to refuse my offer of tea - rude, but smart. That would have resulted in you waking up in an even more uncomfortable position! But there are many other ways of making someone powerless for long enough to have some fun. And please don't pretend to be unconscious - I can already do whatever I want to you, and have little inclination towards mercy.' The shock from the stun-gun was wearing off already - it was powerful but Theresa didn't want to cause too much damage, without knowing Heather's stamina. Heather started to shift around, trying to make her position more comfortable, as Theresa fetched scissors. She held them up so that Heather could see them, enjoying the hissed intake of breath through the gag. 'Time to see what you look like beneath that rather unflattering jumper.' A few slices and the thing fell to the ground, Theresa then removing the blouse and bra beneath, leaving her naked except for the stockings. 'Well, that's a much better look for you.' 'Mphhh!' 'Ah, you're back. You're young and healthy, so I suppose it's natural that you can shake things off quite fast.' Theresa leaned backwards as Heather twisted against her restraints, going to tighten the rope a little more, forcing Heather even higher onto her toes. This stretched her body out wonderfully - nice, firm legs, a gap between her taut thighs, a gentle hourglass-curve to her hips and waist. And the jumper had been hiding soft, pert breasts, currently shaking around as Heather tried to twist out of the ropes, squirming her wrists against each other, without any success. Theresa nodded to herself in satisfaction, enjoying the view, moving around behind Heather. Her backside was lovely and tight as she writhed, trying to turn around to keep Theresa in view. Wet moans and gasps were coming from behind the gag, tongue scrabbling against the fat ball, the woman unable to form any coherent words. 'We can have a little fun together here and now, before I take you somewhere a little more private. And then we can have a nice, long conversation about how you managed to find out about my operation - I had thought it was fully secure. But I'm sure it's a conversation I will enjoy, even if you probably won't.' She moved in, slapping her hand against a buttock in a short, sharp spank, her other hand reaching around and grabbing a breast, enjoying the soft warmth of it. A wet splash fell onto the back of her hand, making her grimace - she should have put gloves on! 'Geph ophhh!' 'Hmm, impressive you can manage anything close to words! I'll have to get an even bigger gag for you in the future - I think that someone in your position should only speak when given permission. And, in time, I'm sure that you'll agree.' She squeezed a breast, able to hear and feel as Heather gasped and tensed up. 'I prefer submissives that know their place - disobedience will be harshly punished. And it might not be what you want, but you're mine now, so I'll have to train you.' She kissed Heather's neck, lightly nipping with her teeth, enjoying the clean and sweet scent Heather had. And trying to avoid getting any stray strands of red in her mouth! It was magnificent, but needed taming - just like the woman herself. 'You will need to earn your collar.' She pressed up against Heather from behind, close and tight, forcing her presence onto Heather, lightly stroking between Heather's legs, finding the pussy cold and unresponsive. 'And this will need training as well. But that will all come, in time.' Another hard little neck-kiss, accompanied by a gasp of humiliated pain. 'You have such lovely pale skin as well! Soft and milk-white - they're not normally my style, but a tattoo or brand would look good on you.' 'Mpphhh!' Heather tried to wriggle away, butt wriggling against Theresa's body, making her chuckle. 'Oh, you're mine now. It might take time for that to sink in, but the sooner you accept it, then the better off you will be. But I suppose it's more fun for me if it takes you longer!' She kept stroking at Heather's pussy with her fingers, feeling it start to respond. 'I hope you're nice and flexible as well - that will make things more entertaining.' She stepped away from Heather, picking up a long, thin cane, and then striking it against Heather's buttocks. It left a red welt, soon joined by more as Theresa kept thwipping the cane forward, head cocked to listen to the whining gasps of pain. The red lines were bright and stark against Heather's pale skin, making Theresa smile. When she moved back around to Heather's front, there were even more dribble-lines down between Heather's breasts, bubbles forming around the edges of the gag-ball before slowly oozing downwards. But her eyes were brighter and sharper now, the effects of the stun gun were fully worn off. Her lips tightened around the gag-ball, and she tried pulling herself up with her wrists, twisting her body around, ankles still bound. Theresa stood back and watched, enjoying the sight of the pale, lithe body, tight and straining, every muscle clear and distinct. The strain was clear, all of Heather's weight on her wrists, rope digging into her skin as she tried to twist free... before she was unable to support herself any longer, and dropped down, yelping in pain as the rope bit harder. The cane flicked forward, this time slapping against Heather's flat belly. 'I think more instruction might be needed. Perhaps these might persuade you to stop moving quite so much?' She put the cane aside, before picking up a pair of metal clamps, joined by a chain. 'There's so many places they can be attached, but I think here would be best, for now.' She grabbed a breast, using the skin to hold Heather in place, squeezing a clamp open, feeling the resistance of the spring. Heather's nipples were small, hard nubs, and it was easy to put one between the clamp-pads and release it. The nipple was squashed by the metal, Heather gasping again in pain. Theresa pulled on the chain, stretching out the breast, staring into Heather's eyes. They stared back at her, hard, sharp and only slightly clouded by pain. 'Oh, you're going to be a fun one, aren't you? Such spirit!' She ran the other clamp down Heather's body, letting the woman feel the cold hardness of it, reflexively trying to shiver and twist away from it. 'You're not going to be easy to break, are you? Well, that's part of the fun! At least for me!' She squeezed the clamp open, still sliding it over pale skin, circling Heather's breast. Heather was panting now, caught up in the throes of fear, managing to pull herself a little bit backwards, her balance precarious when she was up on her toes. It wasn't enough for her to be able to get away, Theresa sliding the clamp over the nipple and then releasing it. The sucked-in gasp of pain sent a thrill into her brain, making her bite her lip in pleasure, watching as the chain between the breasts jiggled around. 'I'm not really into piercings, so don't worry too much about that. Although my apprentice... Well, I suppose I'll have to make sure she doesn't get carried away.' She reached out and grabbed the chain, using it to pull Heather inwards, accompanied by a pained squeal. As Heather was forced in close, Theresa reached between her captive's legs and started to stroke again, feeling the same resistance there as before. 'Nuhh! Nuh!' Pathetic whimpers sounded out from behind the gag, the space between Heather's breasts now slimy and shiny with dribble. 'Perhaps if you're not receptive here, then other places should be used instead? I wonder if you've ever been taken back here before?' She reached between Heather's thighs, moving a finger between tight buttocks, provoking an even more intense shiver when her finger stroked against the ring of Heather's asshole. 'I find that can be a useful way to create obedience. But there's going to be plenty of time to find out where you're most sensitive. You seem very soft back here!' She pressed her finger harder against the tight muscular knot, feeling Heather tighten up. 'You will need to learn to submit to me! But I'm sure you'll come to see the wisdom of obedience, in time.' Another push, and just the tip of her finger started to penetrate, eliciting a wet and gasping whine, before she withdrew it. When she stepped back, Heather continued to struggle, managing to lift herself up off the floor, body going deliciously tight again. Theresa couldn't resist reaching out and scratching at the exposed vulnerable skin, leaving red furrows down Heather's back, and provoking more pained gasps. The clamp-chain was clinking as Heather twisted around, probably adding more pain to her senses. Well, that would do well, to prepare her for what was to come! 'I suppose you've never experimented much? That's a surprise for someone of your age - according to my apprentice, everyone experiments at least a little with bondage. But I think that might just be the company she keeps! She's about the same age as you, I think, early twenties? Certainly very different from when I was a young woman! This is going to be a rough time for you, I feel - but one that is entirely your fault, for meddling in my affairs. And coming to speak to me personally was brave, but very foolish.' Heather was still wriggling, making an attempt to kick out at Theresa, her tied-together legs awkwardly swinging through the air, the movement easy to evade. 'It seems that a lot of obedience training will be needed! Well, there's going to be plenty of time for that - and I have much better equipment at my manor than I keep here. Everything needed to make sure you become nice and loyal and dedicated! It'll do my apprentice good to have someone to practice on as well, someone fresh and new.' 'Nphh! Releapphh mphhh!' 'Oh, that's not happening. You know far too much, and seem unlikely to be willing to let the matter go. And so it's time for you to disappear! Don't worry, there will be a cover story to allow closure to everyone else, but you're going to become my personal pet.' She slapped her hand against Heather's backside, hard enough to leave an imprint of her palm, enjoying the feeling of the spank against buttock-meat. 'I hope you don't have claustrophobia or any fears of the dark! But from now on, you don't get a say in the matter.' She left Heather to her furiously impotent wriggling and straining, before going to get a hood. Nice, thick leather, with just two little nose-holes for air, and with thick padding over the ears. That should certainly serve to isolate her nicely! There were a few smears on the leather - a sign that her apprentice hadn't been cleaning things properly. Something that would need another lesson to drill into the girl's head! Being a dominatrix wasn't just about tying people up and hurting them, but about one's entire demeanor and style. She scraped her nails down Heather's back again, even harder this time, taking advantage of the distraction and the hiss of pain to shove the hood down, some of the magnificent crimson mane still spreading out from beneath it. It silenced Heather, especially when Theresa tightened the drawstrings to pull the leather in, making it impossible for Heather to make any noise. With that done, Theresa spent a few minutes exploring Heather's body - just enough to check for any signs of previous damage, but there were no scars or old injuries on her milk-white skin, every inch of it soft and smooth. The woman's wriggling didn't stop, but the hood must be disorientating her, from how uncoordinated her movements were. Fortunately, she'd driven here in the SUV, so there would be plenty of space to fit Heather in the boot. She'd need packaging up first though! It wasn't far, so a nice tight hogtie should be something endurable - and also a good test of how much that lovely body could flex and bend. She got another length of rope, before bending Heather's legs back, tying ankles to thighs, pinning them in place with her own body, feeling Heather tensing up, trying to break free, without success. A few twists, loops and knots, and Heather's legs were bound, without enough slack for her to even attempt to escape. After that, it was easy to grab Heather around the waist and lift her up, off the hook supporting her wrists, and then drop her onto the floor. There was a desperate, wriggling attempt to break free, but Theresa simply dropped her own weight onto Heather's body, using it to pin the smaller woman into place. She dealt with each arm individually, releasing them and then bringing them around to Heather's back. More rope, ties she had spent years practicing, tying wrists to ankles, until Heather was bound up in a tight hogtie, unable to do more than wriggle her hands and feet, head covered by the hood. 'That should keep you under control! And it's a nice quiet night, so there's no-one around to see me carrying you.' She picked up the hogtied woman, glad that Heather was nice and light, ignoring the faint gasping pants from beneath the hood. Time to get Heather home, and then the training could really begin! Heather had passed out somewhere on the drive, her body now limp in the tight hogtie. Theresa poked her a few times, checking she was truly unconscious and not just faking, glad of being able to put the woman into position without it being a fight! At least here, back home, she had rather more tools available, and no neighbors, in case Heather managed to scream. Being in her own personal dungeon, with all the equipment she might need, set her at ease. She dragged Heather into position, putting her body onto the padded bench. The ropes had bitten into her skin, leaving red indentations, more overt where it had chafed as a result of the woman's wriggling. Not enough to cause any serious damage, but the marks stood out on Heather's pale skin. Limbs flopped free as Theresa released the hogtie, quickly wrapping a thick leather strap over Heather's torso and pulling it tight. The bench itself was nice and heavy, with padded cushions on the surfaces, and shaped so that the occupant's butt was nice and high, basically holding them on all fours. More straps went over Heather's ankles, and the backs of her legs, all tight and secure. Heather was starting to stir now, slowly starting to wake up - given the shock she was going through, she would likely be dazed for a little while! It was important to make a strong impression on a new girl, to make sure that they knew who was in charge, and that there would be consequences for any rebellion. Heather's arms were still free, fingers lightly twitching as she slowly woke, and Theresa moved to restrain them as well. Leather cuffs around the woman's wrists, and then those were clipped onto the side of the bench, Theresa making sure there was minimal slack there. After that, she stood back, admiring the sight of the restrained women - a few rope-marks still, and some scratches from earlier, but otherwise unblemished, a clean palette of soft skin, ready for punishment. Heather seemed like the sort to resist - but anyone could be worn down, with enough time. And it would be good for her apprentice to get some practical experience with a truly resisting sub! Speaking of which... Where was that damn girl? Her car had been outside, so she was somewhere, but hadn't appeared yet. Theresa sighed, checking that Heather was fully restrained before going to a bell-pull by the dungeon-door and giving it a tug. She could just about hear the toll of the bell upstairs, silently counting upwards, before giving it another tug. This would be much easier if she had a full-time submissive living here to assist her! On the third tug, she heard movement, coming down the long stairway into the dungeon. Heels, by the sounds of it. As long as she wasn't wearing those ugly, clunky boots again! Theresa moved back over towards Heather, gently stroking a warm buttock, as her apprentice entered the room, pausing and then curtsying, submitting herself to Theresa's gaze. Nashita held the curtsey position, showing herself off - even in the 4-inch heels she was wearing, she was still a full head shorter than Theresa was. The short, black latex skirt showed off her thighs beneath, skin a light coffee-color, working well with the sheen of the latex. The deliberately-torn stockings were a bit "punk" for Theresa's tastes, visible above knee-high leather boots. She was slender enough that the corset-belt she was wearing was entirely cosmetic, rather than actively shaping her body, and was wearing a white blouse beneath that, open enough to show off the lace trim of the bra she was wearing. Elbow-length black latex gloves sheathed her arms, gleaming in the light of the dungeon. A long, silky stream of black hair streamed from her head, all the way to her waist, several silver bands tying it into a chunky braid. It was tied back enough to show off her ears, several studs along the outer ridge, a few joined by small chains, another stud in her nose. 'Good evening, Mistress Theresa.' She dropped the curtsey, looking at the bound Heather with interest, moving in close. 'Good evening, Nashita. Have you been tending to your training?' Nashita rolled her eyes and nodded. 'Yes, Mistress Theresa. I have been quite successfully dominating a pillow with a cane - it won't disobey me again! Is this the woman you mentioned, the journalist that's been poking around?' 'Yes - she demanded an in-person interview. Brave, but foolish! So it seemed prudent to stage a disappearance, before she reveals anything I would rather keep secret.' Nashita reached out, before pausing, looking at Theresa for permission. 'Start teasing her. I think our new guest has never experienced this sort of thing before! That means first impressions are important. She will be yours to train and break, and if you succeed then you can keep her. So give her a nice awakening, and then we can start to play with her a little more harshly, to introduce her to her new life.' She stroked her own fingers along Heather's shoulders, feeling the warmth of the skin, light and shallow breathing, Heather still unconscious. 'Yes, Mistress.' A smile spread over Nashita's face, her teeth bright as she moved around behind Heather. 'May toys be used?' 'If you wish. When she is fully roused, then I will explain the realities of her new life to her. I suspect she has little experience with such matters, so tease her, and then I think some nice, hard anal will serve to show her what she has to expect. And I know how much you enjoy inflicting such things.' The dungeon walls were covered with toys and tools, all neatly arranged and ready for use. Nashita's hand wavered between several choices, before selecting a medium-sized dildo, squirting lube over it. As soon as it was touched against Heather's pussy-lips, the woman tensed up. The contrast between Heather's pale, creamy skin, and Nashita's darker body was a lovely thing to see, Nashita taking a firm grip of a buttock to give herself more space to work with. Heather started to tense up as the dildo stroked against her pussy, sliding back and forth. It seemed like Heather was amenable to being teased, at least! The tension within Heather's body increased, hips starting to twitch a little as she responded to the stimulation of the dildo. Her body heated up as well, Heather managing to make a moan through the hood and gag. 'We can be quite harsh with her - so it's good that you've been practicing your striking techniques. Nothing permanent, but we don't need to be afraid of hurting her.' Nashita gave the dildo a twist, the scent of Heather's pussy intense enough that Theresa could smell it. The hooded head was starting to rise up, the arm-cuffs clicking. Theresa stroked Heather's head, before loosening off the cords holding the hood shut and pulling it away. Beneath it, Heather's face was bright red, almost matching her hair, eyes barely open. A few slaps made her squeal in pain as she panted around the gag, fat strands of bubble-dribble forming there as she panted in time with Nashita's twists and thrusts. 'I hope you're paying attention, Heather.' Another slap, Theresa putting more force behind it, leaving a red palm-print on Heather's cheek. 'You should take pleasure whenever you are offered it, as it may be some time before you are allowed it again. As this is all new to you, then I suppose that I'll have to start with the basics. I am Mistress Theresa - from your investigations, you should know enough to know why I'm called that. And the young lady teasing you from behind is my apprentice, Mistress Nashita. She will be doing a lot of the work to train you, as her first proper submissive.' She slapped Heather again, before grabbing the long, red hair, using it to wrench Heather's head around. 'She is skilled enough at playing, but has never had the chance to train a dedicated, full-time submissive before.' 'Nphhh!' More dribble bubbled out from behind Heather's gag, a long stream splashing to the floor. 'You may be unwilling now, but I'm sure you'll change your mind. Nashita will be quite persuasive - and I'll have my own time with you as well.' Heather was panting now, short of breath from the hood, and also the dildo being thrust into her. It was easy to look over her body, her hips twitching and shuddering, chest straining to suck in air, probably outside of her control. 'Good, you are nice and sensitive there. That means that orgasms can be used as a reward - or as punishment.' She gestured at Nashita, who drew the dildo back, out of Heather's body, the shaft visibly damp. 'You will need to get accustomed to your new position in life - you no longer exist for yourself, you are here to serve myself and Nashita. If this requires both of us being quite forceful, then that's just more entertaining.' She pulled harder on Heather's hair, enjoying the strength of it - and it was long enough that it could be used to tie the woman down! 'I wonder if you've ever experienced anal sex before?' 'Mphh? Nphhh!' 'First time? Well, Nashita will do her best to make it memorable. I don't quite trust you not to bite yet so I can't train your mouth properly, but I can work with that.' Heather tried to protest again, making a delightfully pathetic whining sound from behind her gag, tensing up against her restraints, unable to do more than twitch around a tiny amount. Behind her, Nashita dropped the dildo onto the side, before moving it into a plastic tub when Theresa glared at her. The girl was talented, but needed to learn discipline and to keep things tidy! Nashita busied herself with strapping a thick, double-headed cock around her waist, gently easing one end into herself, heaving to lift up her short skirt to reveal her crotch, starting to gasp and pant herself. Theresa fetched a penis-gag, a double-headed shaft going both ways from the strap. She held it up so that Heather could see it, enjoying the gasp of fear, and the way that Heather's eyes went wide. 'Your throat needs training as well - while you are mostly here to pleasure Nashita and myself, I consider it good form to train my submissives to be able to pleasure anyone. And so that throat of yours will need training - I doubt you've done much deep-throating. I'm going to remove your gag. Please don't scream or make a fuss, as there is no-one to hear you, and it will only result in you getting hurt more.' Heather glared up at Theresa, lips tightening around the fat ballgag. Nashita's gasps and sighs were getting louder as she teased the strap-on into herself, twisting it back and forth, before it was deep enough into her pussy that she was able to strap the waist-belt into place, a fat shaft now sticking up between her legs. 'Remember - no screaming or shouting, unless you want to start off by being harshly punished. For now, I will allow you to keep your name, but that's provisional on your own good behavior.' She slid her fingers around Heather's head, enjoying the feeling of soft hair against her hand, easily finding the gag-buckle and releasing it. More dribble flowed from Heather's mouth as the gagball started to move, the thing so large that it popped out with just a small pull, Heather coughing and spluttering as soon as her mouth was free. Her panties started to slide out, fabric soaked and slimy with her dribble. Theresa didn't give her any chance to recover, pushing the cock-shaft into her mouth. She could feel some resistance, a tongue twisting to try and block it, and then the tight ring of Heather's throat. This was only a small cock-shaft, so even someone with no experience should be able to take it! She pushed harder, listening for the sound of gagging, holding the gag in place. 'This may be your first time, but I expect you to still try.' It was easy to tighten the gag up, locking the shaft into place. Heather's head twisted around, her throat bulging a little as the penis-gag twisted in her mouth. The dribble was freely flowing now, a constant stream from Heather's mouth, impossible for the woman to swallow back or stop. 'Try and relax yourself - it will hurt more if you tense up.' Heather made a nervous squeak, just as Nashita grabbed hold of her buttocks, spreading the cheeks wide. The strap-on shaft was already shiny with lube, but Heather still squealed as it was pushed against her asshole. 'She's tight, Mistress Theresa!' 'Push harder. But don't just force it in, we don't want to break her just yet.' Heather squealed and whined, her whole body tensing up, making wet, garbled sounds around the penis-gag in her mouth. Theresa watched as Nashita twitched her own hips, driving the cock a little deeper each time. 'This isn't a punishment, Heather. You haven't done anything to deserve one yet - this is part of your training. You should be able to take such things in stride. You should cast aside everything you were before, and embrace your new identity. Otherwise, the teaching will be much stricter, and you will be punished.' Nashita was smiling now, spanking at Heather's ass, the sound loud enough to echo off the walls. The girth of the strap-on would be stretching out her tight asshole - that would be a whole new set of sensations for her to deal with! 'Some even find this pleasurable - in time, you will learn that as well, even if you have no natural inclination towards it.' 'Mhhhh... Huhhhh...' Heather's panting was desperate now, her eyes starting to roll back in her head. Theresa had to reach down and find a nipple, giving it a hard squeeze, to make the woman focus again. 'You are important for Nashita's training, but also as a thing by yourself - you are quite attractive, and will be a fine addition to the household, at least once you are suitably trained.' She could feel herself heating up, a warmth between her legs, getting stronger as she squeezed the nipple again, harder this time, feeling every gasp and twitch of Heather's body. 'Time for you to start proving yourself. Do well, and you might be allowed a little comfort in your cage.' She lowered her trousers, fingering herself to make sure she was wet and loose enough, before grabbing at Heather's hair again, angling the woman's head. It took a few twists and yanks to get the woman into position, but it was easy enough to push her hips forward, the outer tip of the penis gag sliding into her. She could feel Heather's pants and gasps against her own pussy, sending little shivers of pleasure through her, making her even wetter. Heather was rocking back and forth as she was ass-fucked, most of the length of the shaft now buried within her ass, stretching out her tight hole. Theresa grunted with pleasure herself as the penis-gag entered into her, ribbed shaft rubbing against her inner walls. She looked over at Nashita, matching herself to the woman's rhythm as she rocked her hips back and forth, pulling at Heather's hair at the same time. 'This is your new role in life - a sweet piece of fuck-meat to be used. The sooner you learn to obey, the less brutal this will be. But if you resist, then you will be hurt - in order to enforce discipline, and make you into what we desire.' She was dragging Heather's head faster and faster now, letting the full length of the penis gag slide into her, stirring up her pleasure. She didn't bother talking after that, taking a deep pleasure in Heather's whining moans, pushing her hips forward until she could feel Heather's nose bumping up against her body. Nashita's face was flushed and red, the cock inside her pushing her close to a release, her look distant and unfocused. Not the best for a trainee dominant, but forgivable, given the circumstances! It was rare to get the chance to play with someone so lovely and fresh! Nashita was the first to come, sagging forward, using Heather to support herself, the other end of her strap-on still buried deep inside of Heather's ass. Theresa let herself relax, pleasure seething up through her as she kept jerking her hips back and forth, the orgasm flowing through her, her head tilting backwards. There would be a lot more training needed, but that could wait for later! Chapter 3: Stubbornness and Consequences Theresa basked in the pleasure of the orgasm, before lifting herself off the shaft of the dildo-gag, then dropping down again. She rubbed herself against the parts of Heather's face not covered by the gag, the woman's eyes, nose and forehead, enjoying the way that Heather whined and flinched. 'You should be honored to have your mistress's juices on your face. And now your life is nice and simple - all you need to do is obey.' Heather was still rocking back and forth from being ass-fucked by Nashita, gaze distant and unfocused until Theresa pinched one of her breasts, crushing the nipple between her fingers, forcing the woman to pay attention. 'You need to learn to listen when your mistress is speaking to you - a good girl can end up as a treasured pet, but a bad girl, well... I'm sure you can guess, from what you've discovered, just what might be done to you. That pretty face of yours might be sealed beneath a hood, with a metal ring to hold your mouth open. With your ears blocked and eyes behind it, you'll be nothing but a wet, sloppy fuck-hole. It would be a waste, for someone with your looks, but sometimes a sacrifice is required.' She glanced up at Nashita, watching the young woman force herself deep into Heather's asshole. It would do her good to have someone to break in from the start - and to see if she could manage it! Nashita was enthusiastic, and had skill, but it remained to be seen if she could do it for real, with a fresh submissive that hadn't already been broken in. 'So you can look forward to a lot of training - I've not had time to look into your sexual history, but I'm guessing that a lot of this is going to be new to you. But, from now on, you don't get a say. You are a possession now. All that is up to you is if you're a treasured, valued one, or just discardable fuck-meat. You have a lovely figure, and this pale, soft skin of yours is lovely, both to look at and hurt, so it would be nice to dress you up and show you off, but if you don't comply, then it will be easy to tie you up and do something else entertaining with you. And there's no shortage of others that would be interested in you as well.' Fear rose in Heather's eyes, but also a spark of determination - the woman had impressive willpower, at least! 'All that remains is for you to obey. The sooner you accept this, the easier this will be for everyone. Nashita, you can stop.' Nashita obeyed, drawing back, Heather shuddering as the cock slid out of her tender and abused asshole, whining into the penis-gag. 'I'm going to take this out of your mouth. And then you are going to start telling me things - starting with the PIN code of your mobile phone, and then everything you know about me and my operations, and where you have stored any other notes. If you do so, then you will be rewarded. If you don't, then I'll have to start thinking about how best to make you talk. I prefer the traditional, old-fashioned methods of loosening tongues, which I find quite effective.' She stroked hair out of Heather's eyes, where sweat was making it cling. The copper-red strands were a lovely color, and would make Heather lovely to display, at least once she had been tamed properly! Every time she touched Heather, the woman flinched and shuddered, trying to escape, but didn't have the range of movement to do more than twitch slightly. Theresa found the buckle for the penis-gag, releasing it from Heather's mouth, making sure to stand a little back from the torrent of dribble that flowed outwards, forming a small puddle on the tiled floor. That would need cleaning afterwards - another task for Nashita, however much the younger woman might complain about it! Being a dominatrix wasn't all about hurting others, there were a lot of other tasks that needed doing as well. Although maybe Heather could be trained as a maid? That white skin would certainly make the black uniform look appealing! She twisted the penis-gag, smiling as Heather gagged on the shaft in her mouth, before starting to pull it out, then turning it around. The end that was wet with her juices, she moved in front of Heather's nose, forcing the woman to inhale her scent. 'You should get accustomed to this - it will only get harder from now on. So, what is the code to unlock your phone.' Heather had recovered enough strength to keep her mouth tightly shut, glaring up at Theresa. When Theresa pushed the cock against the lips, they just tightened further, turning pale from the pressure. Nashita slapped her hand against Heather's backside, a sharp and vicious spank, hard enough to make Heather gasp in pain. 'You should listen when Mistress Theresa speaks, and obey her!' 'The police will come for you! And then you're both going to be arrested!' Theresa chuckled, smiling down at Heather. 'Oh, my sweet little Heather. The police are scarcely a concern for me. And no-one even knows that you're here, soon you will have disappeared completely.' She shoved the dildo-shaft forward, forcing it into Heather's mouth, with enough force to make her gag and splutter. Heather whined in shock, eyes watering, nose getting snotty. 'Enjoy the taste of your mistress, you will need to get used to it.' Nashita spanked her again, the impact running through her body, making Heather tense up, choking even more on the cock-shaft. 'And you should adjust your self-perception. Your mouth is no longer the thing you use to speak and eat with - it is a thing that is used to give others pleasure, and that others may use to hurt you. Once I have the information I need from you, then there will be little need for you to talk, so I hope you can adjust to being gagged most of the time. You might think of yourself as a powerful, independent reporter, but that life is over now. You are just a rather lovely body with some nice, tight fuck-holes to use. Maybe you could be turned into a puppygirl? Or sealed into a vacbed, left there for a while to see what effect sensory deprivation has on someone, when it's done for weeks or months. Do you even know what a vacbed is? There's a lot to teach you!' She withdrew the cock, not fully, but enough that Heather could talk. 'So, again - where did you get your information?' Heather just growled, trying to twist her head to get the cock out, without success, refusing to answer. 'Very well. Nashita, what do you think would be appropriate for fresh meat that refuses to obey? Something to soften her up.' 'We could put her in a cage? The small one, and use dildos in her holes to lock her into place. Oh, and a hood, just to make sure she knows her position. She's so tight, she could do with some loosening up!' Theresa nodded in approval - Nashita was keenly sadistic, even if her small size sometimes made it a little hard for her to physically tie people up. And she could sometimes be a bit sloppy and lazy, and her style was far too modern and punky, but she was a fast learner and skilled at causing pain. And she didn't object too much to Theresa's stipulation of needing to experience being hurt herself, to know what it felt like, which was a rarity! 'I think that will work. Very good, Nashita. Fetch everything that is needed, while I play with her a little more. I don't think our guest quite understands her position yet, but some time in a hood will let her think.' 'Mphhh!' 'I dislike bratty, grumpy girls, so it would be better for you if you learn to obey, and fast. Otherwise, you're going to end up rather more damaged than is required!' As Nashita walked away and started to get everything that was needed, Theresa amused herself by shoving the cock deeper into Heather's mouth, forcing her captive to taste her juices, feeling Heather's throat get stretched as the cock was pushed into it. Heather strained against the cuffs that held her in place, making them rattle against the metal rings they were connected to, but only had a few inches of movement, not enough to do anything useful. 'The hood will come first - you don't need to see, or hear. And you can use the time to think about what you will see when you are permitted to speak!' Nashita handed over a hood - thick leather, Theresa holding it up so that Heather could see it. Her eyes went wide with fear, Theresa releasing the cords that held it shut, letting Heather see the rubber ball that would go into her mouth, and the thick pads that would block her ears. 'Npphhh! Leph mppp gpphh!' Theresa pulled the penis gag out and let it drop to the floor, before shoving the hood into place. Heather's voice was immediately muffled down to almost nothing, just a faint whine coming from behind the leather. It took just a few moments to tighten the cords again, sealing the leather hood shut, locking Heather away from the world, her head completely trapped except for her nostrils. Theresa stepped back as Heather spasmed and strained, desperately fighting for freedom. It was easiest to let her tire herself out, as she went to help Nashita, wheeling over a cage, just about large enough for a single, not-very-big, person. The bars had small, blunt spikes on as well, to make it impossible to find any comfortable position or rest at all, to further torment the occupant. The wince on Nashita's face as she moved it, clearly remembering her brief stay inside it, was particularly amusing. It had been for less than an hour, but for how much the girl had complained, anyone would think it had been for several days! 'Go on and stuff her holes. Nothing too large though, she'll need more time to adjust to anything major.' 'Yes, Mistress Theresa.' As Nashita went to fetch the dildos, Theresa turned back to Heather. It was a delight to run a hand over the writhing back and arms of the woman, feeling the heat of her body, how she tensed up, using all her strength to try and break free, without any success. It was impossible to talk to her with the hood on, but Heather could obviously still feel, Theresa gently poking and stroking, making sure that Heather would know just how powerless she was. There were already spank-marks on her pale buttocks from Nashita, and soon there would be a lot of other marks and injuries there! She stroked an arm, before sliding her hand over Heather's torso, squeezing at a breast, then moving up behind Heather. At least she had kept herself clean, her pussy neatly shaved, Theresa starting to tease there. Heather froze, before moving into frenzied twitching and shuddering, trying to throw Theresa off, not being able to manage it with her limited range of movement. 'I think she will make a good project for you, Nashita. If you can break and tame her, then you can have her. You're starting to get experienced enough that you need to practice on proper fresh meat, not someone that's either enjoying it, or has already been trained.' Nashita made a startled squeak, a look of surprise on her face, a dildo in each of her hands. 'You... mean it, Mistress Theresa? I can have her for my own?' 'Only if you can tame her. But I think you have the skills for that, you've certainly been training hard recently. And having a slave of your own will make the other dommes take you more seriously - it's a shame that you are such a cute little thing! But having someone behind you on a leash does add a certain gravitas.' She took the dildos from Nashita, as a wicked grin slid onto the girl's face. 'When she's had some time in the cage, then you can try and get code for her phone from her. But I expect results! It would be a shame if you were to fail and end up in a similar position to Heather herself.' Theresa pushed one of the dildos against Heather's asshole, twisting it around, stretching Heather's tight hole around the intrusive shaft. The hood silenced Heather almost completely, to nothing more than quiet little gasps through her nose, Theresa pushing the dildo back and forth, going deeper with each push. Nashita reached around, squirting lube onto the shaft, making it slide in more easily. It seemed as though Heather didn't have much experience with anal, if she was this tight, and protesting this much about a not-very-large dildo! The asshole swallowed up another bulbous knot of the dildo, and then another, Heather sinking down in defeat. It was getting easier to shove the dildo in now, without Heather trying to force it out of herself! Once most of the length was inserted, Theresa held her hand out, Nashita handing over a piece of tape. She put this over the end of the dildo, sticking it to Heather's backside, holding it in. 'You can do the other one.' She stepped back to let Nashita use the other dildo, which was stroked against Heather's pussy, before getting shoved in. Heather tensed up again, apparently not ready for it yet - well, she'd have to get used to that, and more! It would be a good learning experience for her, especially with the hood meaning that she couldn't distract herself with anything else. She moved in close behind Nashita, reaching a hand beneath the younger woman's skirt, stroking her pert butt, enjoying the little shiver of anticipation. 'Leave her in the cage for several hours, and then question her. You are not to sleep until you have that code.' She kissed Nashita on the neck, nibbling with her teeth, asserting her dominance over her subordinate, moving her hand beneath the skirt, finding that Nashita was already wet. 'It's nice to see you're enjoying yourself - but remember that you have a job to focus on first. Understand?' She slipped a fingertip into Nashita, feeling herself getting pulled inwards. 'Hmmmm... Yes, Mistress Theresa.' The dildo was shoved forward, most of the length penetrating Heather all at once as Nashita gasped. 'Good girl. I'll help you put her in the cage.' Despite trembling hands, Nashita managed to peel off more tape, using that to secure the pussy-dildo. Heather's wriggling was weaker now, more reflexive than anything else, her spirit quashed, for a while. It only took a few moments to release Heather from her bonds, the woman making a vague attempt to move again, but without any strength behind it. Nashita slid leather mittens onto Heather's hands, further limiting what Heather could do. With the two of them, it was easy to lift Heather up and push her into the cage, Nashita reaching in and pulling the mitten-rings through the gaps in the cage, then cuffing them together. Then all that was left to do was lock the cage shut, sealing Heather into place. She seemed lost in her stupor, dildos poking out of both holes, head sealed in the hood. 'Clean this place up.' Nashita grimaced before nodding in acceptance. 'Yes, Mistress Theresa. And then I'll question her, harshly! I'm looking forward to training her.' 'She needs breaking first. But I think that will come soon enough. I have some business to attend to - let me know if there are any issues.' 'Yes, Mistress!' Chapter 4: A Lot of Pain for a PIN 'You think you've got problems? Try being a dominatrix when you're barely over 5 foot tall!' Nashita pulled the hood off Heather's face and tossed it aside - beneath it, Heather's face was red, tears and spit smeared over her face, her hair and makeup both a mess. Her lips tightened around the fat ballgag, but she wasn't able to manage any coherent noises. She did have a lovely body - soft and gentle curves without being fat, lovely red hair, and pale skin, marks from earlier already fading. A leather harness would look amazing on her, along with a nice collar around her neck! 'Half the other dommes keep trying to put a collar on me! And the rest don't even bother with that, they just want to drag me off and do things to me. What the hell did you think would happen? That you'd just go up to someone you suspected had a history of making attractive young women disappear, and that wouldn't end really badly for you? You can't be entirely stupid, but that was pretty dumb, be honest.' Heather whined through her gag, Nashita taking the chance to tighten up the ropes, stretching out Heather's body so her arms and legs were extended and stretched out in a standing spread-eagle, with as little slack in the rope as possible. Heather's hands were already in leather mittens, twisted into fists, a metal ring on the end flapping slightly as she wriggled and writhed. She liked being small and sexy, but there were definitely times when it would be more useful to be big and burly! Fortunately, Heather didn't seem to be fighting back, lost in her own personal misery, and still unable to manage talking with the gag in. Nashita peeled the tape off Heather's lower body, the dildos sliding out along with it, dropping to the floor. 'Yeah, yeah, you've had a rough night. It's pretty much entirely your own fault, isn't it? At least you're hot.' She reached out, lightly stroking a breast, feeling Heather's rapid, panting, breaths, skin slightly sticky with fear-sweat. 'You just need to learn to obey. I've never had anyone I've been allowed to go all-out with.' She felt more of Heather's body, taking pleasure in the soft warmth, and the inability of Heather to fight back or resist. 'I have to get the PIN to your phone.' She squeezed a breast before walking away, picking up the metal-mesh bag it was in, ensuring it had no reception and couldn't be tracked. Nashita held it up so that Heather could see it, resisting the urge to inflict pain, at least for now. 'I'm going to hurt you, probably in ways that you've never been hurt before. Then I'm going to ask you what that code is. After that, I'm going to torture you a little more, and then ask what the PIN is again. If the two numbers are the same, and unlock your phone, then you can rest for the night. If they don't, then I'm going to keep hurting you until I get the actual number.' 'Mphhhh!' 'Hey, this isn't my idea! Well, OK, I wanted to hurt you, but Theresa - I'm not going to bother with titles when she isn't here - has given me a job. And so I need to do it. Just don't be too much of a pain in my ass about it, because I've got stuff I need to do tomorrow, and if I'm up 'till early morning breaking your pretty little ass, then I'm going to be grumpy. So time to get things started.' She picked up a thin cord, wrapping it around a breast and tying it tightly, squeezing and distorting the pert mound, the skin already starting to discolor. 'That will make you nice and sensitive - I have plans for them later!' She did the same to the other breast, pulling the cord sharply to tighten it up, taking a sadistic pleasure in the way that the skin started to mottle into an ugly purple. She moved around behind Heather, enjoying the squeak of fear, and the way that the woman tried to turn around to look at her, unable to fully twist. 'I need to hurt you enough to be sure you're not lying to me, so this is going to be somewhat rough. I'm guessing you were a good girl at university, just a few boyfriends? Or girlfriends? Whichever, you've probably never had a good, hard fucking, or anything rougher?' 'Nphhhh!' 'Thought so. Well, that's going to change.' She reached out, digging her nails into the top of Heather's back, and then scraping down, digging in hard, leaving scratch-marks in the hot, sweaty skin, enjoying the shivering squeals. 'You're fuck-meat now. Hopefully you're going to be mine, but I need Theresa to agree that you're a tame bitch before that happens! And I know she might look a bit old-fashioned, in those waistcoats and blouses, but she's really good at what she does, and commands the respect of the other dommes and stuff. She looks a bit like an aristocrat, doesn't she? Well, she's wealthy enough she might be descended from one, I guess. And she knows all about horse riding and tea and posh stuff like that, as well as being absolutely loaded. She has all sorts of fancy toys, and knows everybody worth knowing. So I need to make sure that she's happy with me, if I want to get anywhere. It's that or go and film myself online, which is a lot more work.' She slapped her hand against Heather's butt, a hard and sharp spank, drawing out another squeal of pain, before wheeling around a heavy cart, where Heather could see it. The woman's eyes were wide with terror, but she was at least focusing, able to see what was coming, as dribble trickled from her mouth, over her breasts and down her slender body. 'This is called a violet wand.' Nashita lifted it up - a glass bulb with an element inside, on a long plastic handle, attached by heavy wires to a battery-box. 'Electric. Something I'm going to guess you've never experienced?' Nashita twisted a switch to turn it on, the bulb lighting up with a violet glow, the thing buzzing with power. Heather whimpered again, trying to pull away, only able to move an inch or so before reaching the limits of the ropes. 'It's not what you might expect - it's not a vicious shock, it's more like being poked and jabbed with lots of needles all at once. And this one is shaped for internal use! Consider this your first lesson in submission.' She moved it closer to Heather, drawing out the moment of terror, carefully positioning it near a hip-bone. The smell of ozone was strong, as Heather whined in fear, eyes beautifully wide as she stared down at the wand. 'It's an interesting sensation - Theresa is insistent that I should experience most of what I'm dealing out, so I have some idea what it feels like.' She pushed it forward, into the slight dip of Heather's hip, the buzzing, crackling sound instantly changing, as Heather moaned through her gag, more dribble splashing out of her mouth. Nashita traced it upwards, following the line of Heather's hip, and then moving it across the belly. 'An interesting sensation, isn't it? Can't say I'm a fan, but I don't really expect to be on the receiving end much.' From how Heather was reacting, she wasn't enjoying it either, trying to wrench herself away from the buzzing bulb, without any success. Nashita kept moving the wand, nice and slow, moving in close enough that she could reach Heather's pussy with her other hand, starting to stroke and massage there. Heather's pussy-lips were soft and slightly plump, and she could feel every little shiver and twitch running through Heather's body. 'Hurts, doesn't it? I found that it wasn't so bad down here.' She pushed harder with it, against Heather's belly, before rolling it back over a hip, and then onto the small of Heather's back. 'But up here it really hurts.' She moved it up Heather's spine, and Heather spasmed, body starting to shake and twitch, trying to move away from the tip of the wand. The sound from behind the gag was getting louder, pathetic mewling whines that weren't remotely close to words. 'See what I mean? Like loads of needles jabbing into you, all at once, right?' The moans got even louder as the wand was moved up Heather's spine, Nashita continuing to massage Heather's pussy. 'Nice to know you respond well! And down here as well - this would be a lot harder if you didn't.' She squeezed a pussy-lip before returning to stroking it, still rolling the wand around Heather's body. 'Theresa made me wash my mouth out with soap after she used this on me! She didn't like some of the language I was using, apparently it was "unseemly". I guess you can't even manage that though, can you?' She smiled at the wet, sloppy gasping sounds, and then moved the wand back to Heather's front, lightly pressing it against a breast, the skin now turning an ugly purple-bruise color. 'It doesn't conduct enough to, like, fuck up your heart. It still hurts though, doesn't it?' Heather was panting and gasping, her eyes wide with fear and pain, Nashita gently sliding a finger into her. The ropes that held her were so tight that Heather could barely move, definitely not enough to evade the wand, letting Nashita put it where she wanted to. 'You should have experimented a little more, then you would be tougher now. You're only a few years older than me, so you should've fucked around a bit more!' She flicked a breast, feeling the hot skin, the blood not able to pump properly with the cord tight around the tit. 'Now, where do you think this is going to go, now that you're nice and warmed up?' She gently twisted her finger inside of Heather, feeling the tightness of the woman's cunt, and the way it was getting wetter now. 'Nphhhh!' 'Hey, this is your own damn fault, what did you think Theresa was going to do?' Nashita twisted the dial to turn the wand off, rolling it down Heather's body, rubbing it through the dribble-trails, and then pressing it against Heather's slit. 'Nice and warm, isn't it? But as soon as I turn it on again, then you're going to feel it. And women are always sensitive down here - when Theresa did it to me, I ended up with bruises from where I strained against the ropes!' She carefully teased the glass bulb upwards, into Heather's pussy, while Heather whined and gagged. She hadn't managed to figure out gag-talking yet, just making pathetic whines and moans. With the wand sliding in, Heather had frozen into place, apparently not wanting to risk any movement herself. Nashita smiled and stroked Heather's cheek, watching as the eyes slowly focused on. Then she turned the wand back on. About the Author and Artist 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. The Mistress and Her New Toy V2: Terms and Conditions Tamsin likes being dominated... for a
while, before slipping out of her bonds and leaving, when she's had her fun.
After annoying several mistresses with her antics, she gets handed over to one
that has no time for her brattiness. Her new mistress is determined to train
her into being a good girl! If Tamsin can slip out of her restraints, and get
the key for her collar and cuffs, then she's free to go - but that's not going
to be easy, between the beatings, dunkings, canings and more. She's going to
have to endure it all, or somehow make her escape! Tamsin tried to move, feeling how she was restrained. Her arms were behind her, wrapped around with tape from her hands all the way up to her elbows, with her hands forced into fists. When she tried to flex her fingers, she could feel the tape shift, sticking to her fingers, strong enough that she couldn't break out of it. Leather covered her eyes, a blindfold strapped into place, blinding her, and there was an oversized gag in her mouth, dribble spilling out and soaking into her t-shirt, making it sticky and gross. A ridge dug into her back - probably a chair back, rope going above and beneath her breasts, holding her securely into place. Her legs were held spread, her thigh-high socks thin enough that she could feel the rope prickling and rubbing her ankles, more of it wrapped around her knees, holding her legs spread. 'Mphhh!' She shook her head, feeling the ropes tighten over her chest, rubbing even through her top. 'I suppose we should begin then.' 'Mrhhh?!' The voice was female, and close - and one she sort-of recognized, but couldn't quite place. A finger poked into her breast, before sliding up and hooking beneath one of the ropes, making the others even tighter, the prickling compression getting stronger. 'Apparently you're something of a brat? Well, that can be cute... in limited amounts.' 'Mphhh!' Tamsin started to try and wriggle and twist more, testing the strength of the knots, feeling the ropes take her movement, pressing back on her, keeping her securely pinned. She could twist her weight about a bit, but having her legs pinned high up made it harder to move, and the chair-back was starting to press against her, making her twist and writhe to try and make it more comfortable. 'Ah, there we go. A good submissive would be nice and polite and quiet while the mistress is talking.' 'Mphhh!' Every time she tried to speak, her jaw tensed around the gag-ball, and more dribble splashed onto her chest, making her top sodden and sticky. 'I'm quite confident in my rope-work, but feel free to test it.' The finger twisted, making the ropes tighten more, and letting Tamsin feel which ones were connected. 'I've been asked to help make you into a better submissive - one that is less prone to being a bloody nuisance.' The finger slid out, before a hand groped her breast. Through the thin material of her top, Tamsin could feel that it was wrapped in what felt like latex, the feeling of the touch different even through her clothing. It stroked her skin, making her twist in pleasure, the strokes light and pleasurable, before pinching her nipple. 'I do like a challenge though. So, to make things entertaining for both of us, I'm going to lay out some rules.' Another hand touched her knee, before sliding up her leg. When it touched the bare skin of her thigh, above her high socks, it was slippery-smooth latex again, before moving between her legs, lightly tracing her lower lips, beneath her panties. The touches were light and teasing, and she felt her body react, stirring her up. 'You may try and free yourself as you will - if you can remove your collar, then I will let you go, and even pay you for your time.' Tamsin's skin crawled, her shoulders tensing as she turned her neck - it was currently bare. But she didn't like the thought of a collar, of something so tight around her throat, and of the ownership it normally signified. 'I'll even ensure that the key is somewhere close by to you - no trickery, but you'll need to work for it. If nothing else, then I suppose it will help me improve.' The finger between her legs was joined by another, tickle-teasing against her lips, and Tamsin tried to wriggle away, making the chair creak, the thing rocking slightly. 'See? This sort of thing is why other dommes think you're a pain in the ass. But now it's time for the collar - you should be honored, my last submissive had to work for over a year before she was permitted to wear it!' 'Nphh!' Tamsin tried shaking her entire body, the chair-creaks getting louder, before a hand grabbed her throat and squeezed. It cut off her air, turning her protest into a drawn-out whine before she slumped back down, not wanting to waste all her strength in fighting back when she was clearly outmatched, at least for now. 'It's a nice collar as well - thick, sturdy metal, and it needs a special key to open.' The teasing fingers moved away from her slit, a hand gathering up her hair to keep it away from her neck, and then metal pressed against her neck. It was cold, and felt far too solid, a thick band pressing against her skin. 'It's made just for you - cost me a pretty penny! So I hope you'll be entertaining enough to be worth it, or I'll have to find someone else with exactly the same neck size.' It was wrapped into place, clicking shut, sealed closed, draining off her body heat. A wave of stifling, crushing claustrophobia rippled through her, and Tamsin's struggles intensified, as she threw herself against the ropes, hard enough to make the chair shake. The hands withdrew, leaving her to it, and she felt the chair twist to the side, legs scraping against a floor. But no matter how she twisted her neck, the collar stayed in place, not moving at all! And it even limited how she could move her head, making it harder to twist her neck, and biting into her if she looked down, making it harder to look up. 'A good submissive would be honored, rather than throwing a tantrum.' Her hair was grabbed, dragging Tamsin to a halt, strands getting torn loose from her scalp. 'You're here to learn - and for me to improve, I suppose. But don't worry, we'll have fun together. You do enjoy this sort of thing, don't you?' One hand stayed tightly gripping her hair, the other moving back between her legs, pressing more insistently against her pussy. 'You can't hide what your body wants.' A tingle of pleasure ran through her body, a finger sliding up between her lips and then finding the soft bud of her clit, pressing against it. She heard herself mewl through her gag, the sound of pleasure making her cheeks warm with a blush, unable to prevent her hips from wriggling forward, wanting more. 'Not yet, my suddenly-eager submissive! You'll need to work for that - you really have been spoiled, haven't you?' The fingers continued to tease and stroke, at least helping Tamsin to forget the choking collar-pressure on her neck and throat. 'So this is the key for the collar.' Her hair was released, and a moment later she felt metal against her cheek- a metal rod, with pokey bits at one end, and a wide circle at the other. It was pushed against her cheek, and then removed, a metal scraping noise, the tightness around her throat loosening for a moment, and then getting pushed back. 'You see? It all works, just so that you know this is fair. I'm not going to cheat by filling the keyhole with solder or damaging the key. You can win this... but I'm not going to make it easy for you!' Tamsin started to struggle again, although with less vigor now, more of her attention on the growing warmth between her legs. If she could at least get out of the ropes, then maybe she could grab the key and get out? The tape was still holding strong, her fingers barely able to flex, her elbows pinned together. The rope felt like it was pressing more and more tightly as she tensed up against it, making it bite deeper into skin, starting to leave indentations in her flesh. 'I can see this might take a while. Well, I suppose you are a brat, so it's only to be expected. I hope to get to the stage of being able to show you off though - you're shorter than me, but some heels will help to make up for that. I'm thinking some nice tight dresses, to show off your body.' After another quick clit-tease, the hand moved from her crotch to her breasts. 'These are a nice size as well. Not too large, not too small - maybe a pushup bra, to make them a little plumper? But they can work as they are. I do like piercings though, so maybe I'll take you into having a few.' The ropes were starting to ache, a strangely pleasurable warmth settling over Tamsin's chest and legs, where they pressed in on her. She shook her head, feeling the movement restricted by the collar, twisting her body with enough force that she managed to get away from the touch, at least for a second or two, before the hands returned. The damp dribble-patch down her front was getting bigger and bigger as more spit flowed from her mouth, impossible to swallow back down with the gag in place. 'You will need to dress better - the short skirts and thigh-high socks are nice and slutty, and show you off well, but they're a bit plain. And this t-shirt? It looks years old! But once you're somewhat obedient, I'll be dressing you in lingerie and more upmarket clothing. Probably still slutty, but better made. But you won't need clothing for a while, so let's get you out of this, and then I can properly check what your body is like.' She tried to wriggle away, getting enough force behind herself that she felt the chair rock, a delirious moment where it felt like she might fall, before her hair was firmly grasped again, along with an exasperated sigh. 'This is going to be a lot of work, isn't it? I just hope it's worth the effort! Now, stop wriggling for ten damn seconds, so I can get you nice and naked.' Metal brushed her cheek - long and cold, the back of a scissor blade. Then they withdrew, and she felt her t-shirt getting pulled, the dribble having soaked through to her skin, the material peeling away. Scissors snipped, the tension of the clothing changing as it was sliced away, until the scissors came to just beneath the ropes below her breasts. Then it snipped away at the part between the top and bottom breast ropes, and then down from the neck-line. A few pulls and yanks, and the rest tore. Where it was held by the ropes, it rubbed and chafed as it was pulled away, making her feel a little sore, but soon it was gone, and her top was only covered by her bra. A few more snips, and that was gone, a purr of pleasure sounding out. 'Excellent! Nice and perky.' A latex-wrapped hand groped her breasts, cupping them each in turn. 'But there's going to be plenty of time for that later. So let's get you nice and naked - except for the collar, of course.' A finger slid into the waistband of her skirt, followed by more snipping noises, and then the thing was pulled away. Her panties were next, lasting just another second or two. Tamsin tried to tense her thighs, wanting to pull her legs together to cover herself, but that just made the ropes around her ankles bite harder. 'You should get used to this - you'll need to earn clothing. Or manage to wriggle free and find some, I suppose.' The scissors weren't used on her high socks - she felt them get torn away, a few scraps lingering around her knees and ankles, held there by the ropes. 'You'd make a lovely maid, you know. Nice and cute and sexy - and obedient if you can manage that!' 'Nphh!' Tamsin's protest made more spit dribble onto her now-bare chest, as she struggled again. 'I've spoken to some of the other dommes that have had to put up with you, so I know what you're into - don't worry, I'll even do a few things you'll enjoy. But you're going to need to work hard, this isn't just for your pleasure. And when it's done, I might have a nice little subby-toy for myself!' Tamsin tried to growl, but her attempt was disrupted by fingers probing between her legs again. 'At least you're enjoying this.' It was hard to deny the pleasure tingling through her, a latex-wrapped finger pushing into her and twisting around, making her gasp, head reeling. 'You see? Your spirit is submissive, you just need to learn to be less bratty. And then I might let you have some fun - and you'll probably appreciate being able to see again, I would think? Or you can keep being annoying, and then I get to use all my fun little toys. I've not had the chance to use the anal hook on anyone yet! And there's some suspension ties I want to try - although I suppose I'll need to put padding down, just in case you fall. If you're getting injured, I want it to be me doing it, not gravity!' Two fingers pushed into her, deep and pleasurable, before withdrawing. 'Unfortunately, I have other business to tend to, and so can't spend all day with you. The key, I will leave dangling on a chain on the far side of the room - about a meter off the floor. So you can theoretically get it, if you can get free. I'll leave you with this so you can have some fun! Oh, and I'll be taking the scissors as well - don't want to make this too easy for you.' Fingers, still damp with her own pussy-juice, slapped against her cheek, a light impact, and then something was pushed into her slit, a bead twitching and throbbing intermittently. A plastic block was taped to her leg, a wire running around her thigh, another strip of tape over her slit. Then she heard heels tapping against a hard floor, and then the tinkling of a metal chain, before a heavy door opened and shut, a lock sliding into place. And then... silence. She immediately started to wriggle and twist, throwing her weight from side-to-side. The bead inside her kept buzzing and twitching, never enough to get her off, but distracting her, filling her head with warm fuzz. She had to build momentum, swaying from side-to-side, until she managed to make the chair fall, landing on her shoulder with a jarring thud. She lay there for a long moment, trying to gather her strength, before starting to struggle against the rope. Tamsin started to strain and tense, trying to slip free of the ropes, feeling the knots tighten against her. It was like an inescapable hug, stifling and close, combining with the tightness of the collar against her throat to make her breathless and hot, a tightness in her chest that got worse and worse. And the ropes held strong, pressing harder against her skin, making her ache as the pressure got more and more intense. On her side, still tied to the chair, she couldn't make it flip over, and the tape around her arms was strong. Tamsin started to try and twist her shoulders, seeking a weak-point there, wanting to escape... |