Raven's customs

A voice stirred me: six thirty time to get up. My eyes rediscovered my new room with alarm. Norkad, bare along my bed, talked.

"You were so tired that you did not hear the alarm. Let's get in the bathroom before the other wakes up. I will teach you how to perform your morning toilet."

At age twenty-five I thought I already knew but it was no time for arguments. I followed into the bathroom.

"Everyday we clean our back holes in preparation for a very possible use later in the day. You do not want any accident in that case. Get one enema pouch and fill it with warm water then anchor it on this hook. Now insert the spout in place. The water will flow. Keep it for five minutes, then just squat on this toilet and let go. See how handy they are."

Norkad walked her talk and I imitated her. The gentle attention and sharing of the activity made it easy for me. Her sweetness repaid my skills on her bud. We took a shower together, rubbing our backs with a hard brush and drying each other. She talks again:

"Bring your butt sweetie."

Her hand formed in the submissive position. Flushed I turn around and put my hands on my knee to free the length of my line for her. The night had closed my flower, returning my slit to a hair wide line. The decency of a nude girl could be measured to the width of her genitals split. Norkad lubricated the brown hole at her disposal with an evident pleasure before asking me to use my tongue on her anus. She got on all four. I was bending above her. Her easy access and the fresh taste push the abuse away to leave space to a pleasing friction. My finger was directed on her clit for a quickie. After the courtesy Norkad oiled her back hole as well. She explained to me:

"Keep this place glistering at all time. A girl, caught dry, is punished."

"What about the other hole?" I answered.

"Natural fluids do fine for this one. Dry vaginas do not last long in this house anyway. If you like your life here you will show it there. If it does not show there you will go anyway."

With this wise saying Norkad put on her stocking holding them with an elastic band at their top. She pointed to her other underwear's:

"Those are called trims at Raven because they have no fabric above the tits nor the crotch."

I knew that much already but still when she had them on, my eyes could not avoid focusing on her female features. A white silken collar around my neck composed the totality of my clothing.

"You have to stay with me because bare slaves must have a chaperone at all time."

"Yes John told me."

Meanwhile a leather leash, which menacing clip advanced toward my labia, appeared in her possession. Its long and dented aspect frightened me enough that I withdraw my mounds instead of advancing it where it was summoned. Yesterday sleepiness had hid its menacing aspect. The pinch lingered up to now on my tender labia, worst than a shot but not as bad as the residue of the paddling on my butt.

"Staying here means let go of your fears. Now be a nice girl and bring that pussy closer. I'm sorry I did not warn you but yesterday you took it like if you had done that all your life. Get used to it. Your pussy lip will be clasp between those teeth when you exit this room."

For some obscure reason the clip in her hand awaken in me a need for pride. The same way I had shortly denied Doula access to my intimacy at the door of my apartment. Shocked, angry and afraid of the pinch, propelled by strong emotions I stood still, exchanging glances when her gentleness got at me on a different plane than Raven powerful maleness or Silvana deep understanding of my need to submit. Her gentleness reflected the similitude of our positions as submissive, helping me to accept the fact that in this house my reluctance ended up hurting myself. I moved toward her.

"Good Girl, a little bit more. Bend your knees and spread your leg a little bit."

Almost without breath I complied. Her finger visited without effort my depth, secretly telling the reason for the easy victory. The clip, snapped at my very bottom, restricted the touching of my thigh and forced me in a strange step to keep some space for it. The bite, strong and hurting a sensitive part of my body, responded to her holding the leash:

"Do not move without someone holding your leash, except in the kitchen or in this room, as long as you wear only your collar."

Adopting a strange gait to accommodate the clip, I followed carefully, to avoid any tension in the leash, down the corridor. Amazingly the actual enlargement of my female line, since wake, up demonstrated my ad equation to being his slave. The slow gush, which presence the visit of her finger had summoned, although less intensely than in the entrance, install itself in my everyday life. Memories of the previous evening penetration kept invading my mind. Each plunge linked to its own spectrum of titillations. A jolt in my labia brought me back to following Norkad leash and remembering the way to the kitchen. She was gentle but the asymmetric nature of our bond enticed her with great powers. Each time we forgot each other a slight jolt in my sex from the tension in the leash reactivated my permanent dependence on her will for my comfort. In this house everybody had precedence on me. Norkad, as Raven substitute, acted in the shadow of his desire. She will not hurt me without purpose but she could command me around. Is she gentle to me as a way to get more of my meat, or is it her generous nature? In the kitchen Norkad hooked up the leash to my collar imparting me a small liberty. The bite on my pussy lips, now open like a flower in the morning sun to my dismay, snatch my attention while Norkad presented me as yesterday star to three women in white trim eating in the kitchen. Standing straight under their scrutiny, hoping to mark some territory by impressing on them my beauty and character, I did not offer any submissive move beyond keeping my gaze low to let them gorge on my curves. I was not strong enough to confront them or to ogle their bodies. Norkad showed me the maid breakfast food. I took the same as her. Small talk filled our quick meal. The first tray was due in ten minutes. On the way to our delivery I painfully control a tendency to jerk my arm with each stab of the clip. The experience serving dinner at home came handy as much as I hated it at the time. If I had done it more often, with my sex unencumbered, today would be a breeze. Luckily the lightness of the tray, orange juice and coffee, and Norkad patience with my clumsiness saved us from any accident. She may share the punishment if anything tumbled. In the somber room, at destination, my eyes took time to let me see two shapes in a king size bed. Norkad, calling gently, "Madam Silvana, your coffee is ready" sent a frisson in me. Silvana asked for some light and smile to us. Norkad pulled a table above the bed for the tray. Silvana seized the occasion of disposing the tray upon it to glide her hand toward my chasm. My side, moving out of its way to facilitate the contact, conveyed my secret disposition toward her. Silvana face filled with satisfaction at my gesture. Her finger strong presence in my sheath provide quivering all over my body. She complimented me about the readiness of my base apertures. Her voice got colder to remind me that in the future I better not fall asleep in the middle of a party. Her tone left no doubt about my fate. A serious punishment will found its way to my flesh very soon. I deserved it because I had turn off too early the fire Raven was basking in and I had withdrawn after my pleasure behaving like if the ceremony was for my enjoyment. The red come my face. In this small exchange, by bringing my naked sex two inches forward, I had renew my commitment to submit specifically to Silvana and been reminded of my position. Norkad dropped my leash on the floor, complying with Silvana obvious whim to play with me, to take care of straightening the room. The painful pull of the weight of the leash angered me. The whore could have put it on my collar like in the kitchen. I kept the emotion totally hidden, rolling around her finger to extract the most of her skills, while Norkad gathered the dirty clothes in a bag. Discreetly pushing to attract Silvana interest on my clit while she was playfully staying away I peep down on my cleft. The flower, open like at midday and it was not even eight, shamed me for another blushing round. On a sign from Silvana Norkad took hold of my leash to introduce me to a sumptuous bathroom, better than my own. The tub, covered with exotic marbles, took center stage while tiles, mirrors and chairs scintillated around in a mix of light greens and blues. Again the jolt called me back from the enjoyment of the beauty to more mundane task. Norkad showed me the job: put wet towels and clothes in the laundry bag, put away the beauty items, clean up the toilet bowl and bath tub in a fast sweep. In less than five minutes the place was restored to an immaculate aspect. On our way out we bowed to Silvana and the man sharing her bed.

We brought a lot of breakfast in the rooms some were larger, other smaller. In one, larger than the room we shared with Norkad, were two pleasures girls. Norkad cheerfully accepted the fact that the girls treated us as servants. The laundry in the bag and the bathroom refreshed we headed for the door when one of them calls me closer. Her touch at the same place than Silvana, although not received with the same kind of movement, continued its way to my depth when I pulled away. The girl laughed at my reaction. Norkad lecture me on the job of a servant. A maid served people. Her job did not entail checking if she was supposed to serve. This resisting attitude will pave the way to a string of fierce trashing pretty soon. The lecture went above my head. Nothing bad had happened and I was very proud of my ability to stand for myself. After the trays we cleaned the kitchen. Norkad presented me to Tiral, the kitchen chef, a short large man with a tall white hat and a comfortable inviting smile and a master in charge of all the house servants. Norkad bowed to him and I imitated her, rotating a couple of times to comfortably offer my figure. A blue thick fabric covered the space between his legs. The presentation of my charm induces his erected organ to find a way across it manifesting his interest for a closer contact with my charms. Anyway I will be working in the kitchen often in the beginning. It seemed politically astute to bend down to warm his erection. He enjoy my suckle a little while before pushing my head away a little disappointed:

"You are still fresh on the job, beauty."

With that we resumed our respective activities.

John on the first morning

At ten Norkad with Sodome in tow appeared in John office. The two girls, offering a lively contrast between a totally nude Sodome and a trimmed Norkad, seriously adhered to their duty of offering their Master an enticing entrance. The interest in his face and the movement of his eyes, ogling the supple flesh with satisfaction, encouraged their dancing. Norkad bosom, firm, round on the top and supported by the trim, swelled tamely while Sodome free bubbles elongated by the gravity bobbled gently. A small fold underlined the ovals when her arms reached her waist. Her tits long and of a clear color, pointed upward at the apex of them. Norkad lower lips, near enough to appear as a fine line, build an ultimate rampart to the depth of her slit while Sodome widely flushed labia’s rivaled the appeal of the rosy depth. His growing organ became the center of Norkad attention. First her slipcase, clear for use, positions itself above his meat. Her inviting smile completed the picture. He did not rejoin her move. She bent, her tongue out as much as possible, to surround his mast and cover it with a light and harmonious contact. The wide of her tongue humected the top front of his dick while the tip reached under the dome. Sodome joined on the other side adding her tongue on the back of the pole. His cock tingled, ringed by the width of both tongues. Their heads, going up's and downs, generated shivers in his whole lower belly. Slipping two fingers into the moist part of each girl appeased his need for control. His job at Raven provided incredible perks but he had work to do: check Sodome back hole access, announce her the punishment for her lapse of the previous evening and get her started in their study of the house rules. A deeper satisfaction will have to wait a little bit.

"Thank you girls, that will do for now. Norkad tell me the news."

Norkad related Sodome behavior in great detail. The submission to Silvana, the aborted suck to Tiral, the reluctance to humiliate her for the pleasures girls and the defensive attitude in front of the other girls in the kitchen unfold a different day to Sodome ears. No complain on Sodome had reach John but it may pop up soon. Sodome hard core resisted services to unimportant people. In the middle of Norkad report to squash any attempt by Sodome to describe her point of view he signaled her in the servile position: standing back side to his eyes with her head lowered to her knee. John answered:

"We will beat the right behavior in her. Look her butt: already red from the previous day. She will get the point when it sport welts all over. Put her in place more sternly. The sooner she learns the consequence of deviating from her Master expectation, the better."

John, circling around her, pointing crudely, pinching freely every detail of Sodome anatomy and touching her sensitive parts at whim, bathed her in a pathetic dependency until he recognized the smell and attitude of a good girl. He proudly stated to Norkad:

"She knows her place. You have to remind her when she strays,"

To perform his first task of the morning, he glided his thumb along the line of her crack, congratulating Norkad for the lubrication work. The border of her rear pit did not give unrestricted entrance to his thumb. Numerous days with the butt plug had failed to educate her on easing those muscles for somebody else. His index slithered all the way in.

"You will wear a butt plug in your bed every night until my thumb goes in effortlessly."

"Yes Sir. The one you gave me spent a lot of time in there to little effect."

Sodome face got red and hot when uttering her response. How could she be shy about anything in the servile position! Would the blushing excess ever go away with time? She could ask Norkad at the first occasion. She made a mental note to look around to check if other girls were blushing as much. With his finger still in place John explained the benefit of the daily cleaning.

"You will now trust loosening those tight muscles without even thinking of any accident because you are clean deeper inside."

His finger flexing inside her punctuates his words. To her surprise the touch induce a pleasant shiver in her bowels.

"See you get something of it!"

"Yes Sir, I do"

"Norkad leave us now and Sodome sit."

"Those weeks of preparation were suppose to free you from any controlling reaction! Describe your actual position."

"I'm stark naked in a chair in front of you: a maid in Raven home."

"Why do you resist giving to some people what you have promised to give?"

"I owed complete service only to my Masters."

"Sodome, a girl, which agrees to follow a leash around without a thread on her, loose any free choice."

"I agreed to it but I still can keep some decision."

"You need to grasp our rules. Any choice has to be inside those rules. We touched the subject in the past. We will dive into it. The first book, "House Slave duty's", describes the organization of the house from the main point of view of your duty's: the spaces and times to perform your job, as well as your manners in front of the various actors of the house. Your clothing reflects your knowledge. Not that any will cover your female assets, except if you become a pleasure slave, but it will rid you of the leash. A girl with stocking can walk the corridors from their quarter to the kitchen without the leash. You will get them when you pass the first level quiz on this book. The more clothes you earn, the more rooms you can roam without the leash. Proper behavior will gain some comfort. Remember that we will not let you any choice until you mind is set to serve us. Your purpose here is to suit somebody comfort. Until our rules become your way of life, you must follow the simplest approximation: anybody with more clothing than you can request any service from you. The consequences of refusing are more complex. At the time being I would recommend that you do not try them."

"Sir being nude in that chair is the result of a string of hard decision for me but I'm proud to be here in this attire. I believe that to serve well one needs some latitude. Sometimes I get carried over into forgetting my status. With your help I will learn to be a slave while being me."

"Your fresh discovery of the intense pleasure of submission obscures the more displeasing aspect of it. In your point of view Raven forces upon you the humiliation. You acceptation result from your love. The aspect of your sex must guide your education. Your moisture percolates under numerous situations that your own volition would forbid. The whip will reveal you beyond the love. Learn to be servile to our guest even when no arousal is involved in it. This book describes the rules for our pleasure not yours. Use the rules to choose, not your impulsion. I'm sure you have discovered that there is a long way between knowing a rule and practicing it. If you must err do it on the side of too much respect."

The mention of the whip concerned her. Her body went into a very humble position.

"Sir I apologize for my misbehaviors. I dread the punishment but is there anything I should do about it now?"

John, excited by her beauty, loved to give this discourse to such a gorgeous new recruits. Her breast rejoins his gaze with an undulation. Her parted smooth pussy lips crowned by a swollen rosy button sent an excitation message. She was playing with him, attempting to control him.

He checks his memo for the interview. He had covered backside status and attitude rectification. Her question produces the perfect introduction to unveil the punishment for the lapse at the acceptance ceremony.

"Not much, I do have some bad news for you. Your performance yesterday evening, orgasming before Raven and being absent after you were satisfied, earned you some extra whipping and a climax embargo for one full week. Advocate your case so I can decide on the number of blow."

The panic, at the evocation of the whip, produced an inebriating smell mix of terror and arousal.

"The climax appeared from nowhere well beyond my control. The stronger in my life, bringing so much liquid out of me like an ejaculation, that I was so sleepy and gorged that I just could not keep myself awake. I deserve the punishment but I'm afraid. Please do not be too harsh with me. I will control myself better next time. The incredible treat of my Master manhood burned my defenses."

John saw her face illuminate at the thought of her pleasure. Her scent of female in rut, ravishing his animal instinct, awoke a surge to take her right away. Curl her on his lap for a good spanking, to punish her for yesterday mischief, till the color of her butt reach a rosy tone. Her screams of pain, hardening his cock, would make a good preparation for a loving suck before getting his first taste of her velvety sheath. Her hips turned up a little bit. This almost made him do it, alas in Raven house his pleasure faded in front of her training as an acceptable slave. If he let himself seduced he will never mold her into the incredible instrument she was going to be. She was dangerous.

"You will receive fifteen strike in two installment the first ten will be tonight before bed. Norkad will bring you to my room. The last five will be added to your weekly punishment next Wednesday. For now you will get your own collar, your schedule, your measurement taken and some pictures. Then read the book. I expected you to get your stocking in no more than two days. Give me a back side presentation."

In a snap my rear end extended toward him. He snapped the leash on my tight hole making me scream in surprise and pain.

Following the leash lead me to an office where a fully dressed woman, Gorba the schedule coordinator, sat. I bowed to her. She confirmed my schedule: a full time maid for two week then I was relieved of service from 8 to 6 to work outside. A slick collar, white with some metal pattern, customized for me, its nametag read Sodome, closed around my neck. Gorba explained its positioning and a communication device. On the screen of her computer all sort of icons were superimposed on a house plan. She pointed to my icon in one of the room saying:

"This will let us know where you are and where you have been. It also had a buzz inside it."

My neck vibrated when Gorba hit some keys on her keyboard. I understood what she meant.

Gorba told me to dial "Sodome" on a phone. Her phone rang and the buzz stopped.

"We can always contact you. You will never take it off even when cleaning yourself."

I thanked her meekly before following John out. On the way to my next assignment, measures and photography for my modeling album, which copies, in the library, helped guest get acointed with our charms, his rougher handling of the leash leave no personal space to avoid the bite on that tender part. After the picture somebody will deliver me, hopefully with more attention, in the study room where Norkad will pick me up for lunch. Time permitting I was to study the book. John, nicely patting my posterior for a good by, left me in charge of Vardu, a man in his thirties with a well-tended beard. He measured all my body part: feet, ankles, the depth of all my various fissure, the size of my eyes, my nose, my smiling mouth, my sad mouth, my chin and the circumference of my breast. He pinched my nipples to get their size erected and unhood my clit to measured it as well, amazing how many sample one could take from of a human body. I took the abuse with good humor. The task at hand offered him numerous occasions to fondle me abundantly. The contact, a little bit reserved, provided a welcome change from John absolute lack of respect. Full of my duties I encouraged his endeavors with subtle moves, which he superbly ignored to do his explorations while hiding behind his duty. I certainly had no mean to hold the line. The reason for his charming restraint stays hidden from my view. His assistant Tinde wrote the called measure in a notebook. During the second part of the session he showed pictures of a girl in an exposing position, standing, laying, crouching, etc... I had to model my body on her. Each position had a name. I knew the submissive, the servile and the back presentation but here he choose a series from a catalog of ten's of them, too many to remember in one session. I hope for another chance to learn them. His funniest request, a wide range of facial expressions smiling, surprised, angry, seductive, pleading or offering magically rescinded the annoyance of gathering the mean to diffuse my nudity to a larger public into a feast for me. My emotional capabilities and flexibility, I could add an angry or surprised face to a rear view of my wide spread pussy, ravished him. His subsequent suggestion, which my body follow the same pattern than my face, hit the limit of my abilities. In his enthusiasm for my modeling capabilities, he asked Tinde to set up a time with Gorba for another session. After his exit, a quite cold Tinde ignited pain and fear again when she pegged the leash on my left tit for our journey to the study room. Her brisk walk, often stretching my breast painfully, builds my anger. Her mean groundless actions hurt. She stopped turned to me, pointed her finger toward her pleasure center saying:

"Suck me and take your time."

I did not like her nor did I felt any surge toward complying. The anger erased the conversation with John about the lack of choices for a nude girl. She wanted a fight I was going to give it to her. I looked her in the eyes answering:

"I don't have to, if I don't want to."

Her face a mix of rage, excitation and deception, she controlled herself, smiled devilishly and started briskly impelling a surprising move to my tit through the clip. Working my best capacity to smoothen the line did not impeach her to hurt me more and more with each pace. The meaning of being under someone physical power exploded in my head. The leash worked like a whip. She could not whip me but one could push a girl into accepting humiliations with multiple schemes. Remove the clip appeared too great a transgression. The hurt broke my resistance. I could not hold it anymore. I had to suck her. A girl, without a thread on her, at the wrong end of a leash had no chance to prevail on the holder of the right end. I cried:

"Madam, please stop, it hurts too much"

Her move continued, unappeased. I whined:

"Madam, please let me suck you, I'm so eager for your button, please Madam let me give you the honors you deserve"

She slowed down. The lighter tension on my bosom relieved the pain. I feared a permanent bruised on my tit. Leaning her hand on the wall of the corridor she looked at me. I fawn to her:

"Madam I'm so eager to please you. Please Madam, May I lick your bottom?"

Her legs severed a little more. Sitting on the floor to prop my head under her skirt I encountered a thin panty. My breath, warming the all area, intensifies the female smell under the close quarter. Her spot, a large rose clit, was made accessible when I pushed away the fabric of her panties. I draw it delicately into my mouth. Her pelvis quivered. Somebody walked through the corridor shifting my attention to the disgrace of my position; an unknown stranger could inspect the most private part of my body but not my face. Well, I had a job to do and I could not help the fact that numerous unknown people had and will satiate themselves of the views from my clean vee. The satisfaction, borne from thinking that reddening their butts could stop any disrespect from my slaves, wiggled its way into my mind. Now from the other side I appreciated with grief the reason why it was working so well. Her hands, pushing firmly the back of my head toward her bud, called me back to the task. Short light flick of the top of my tongue alternating with longer heavier stroke, breaking the pattern only to squeeze her button between my lips and my tongue, tossed her deep into her sexual sphere. Her clear responses guided me toward her preferred point. The fast flick at the top of her clit conquered her body. Her powerful orgasm rewarded my efforts. Responding to my own swollen organ I did not resist a quick squeezed of my legs to give myself some pleasure. If only we could switch place for five minutes!

In the study room Tined induced a short but intense wave of pain in my tit when removing the clip, dropping it on a chair with the leash before leaving. Alone, I looked with awe at the small contraption that had broken my will. This piece of metal turned me into a doormat. Anybody could use my mucous membranes to satisfy her urges. Instead of urging me to run away from this nefarious place the thought resonated in my lower part. I resisted squeezing my legs. The book introduction dwells on the topic of the owner of my pleasure. My Master trusted me to keep my fire burning for him, no self indulgence, no touching, no leg squeezing and above all no coming without explicit permission. The Masters relied on a genuinely aroused slave for their satisfaction. Four departments composed the house: kitchen, house service, pleasure, and administration. Gorba maintained the dreaded punishment log where the heads of department, the dominants, could inscribe maid at will. I owed them the same respect than to Raven. They could summon and chastise me on a whim. Maid should view each encounter as an occasion to volunteer their services with a well-codified posture depending on the place, the frequency of the event and the preceding happening. As my group leader, I owe John master treatment but not to other group leaders. Non-master expected a full cooperation although they could not summon or inscribe me for punishment directly. They settled their complaints about me with their head of department, which power to inscribe me in the log, threatened me. Some gray land to keep some pride emerged without clear clues about what situation would move the Master to agree to the punishment. Once a week each maid personal punishment log was cleared by the administration of the collected whack in a public setting.

The dread of the planned meeting tonight of my butt with John whip, its first meeting with such an instrument, rushed adrenaline into my stomach and made me loose my concentration. With an effort I got back to the reading. All maids (the usual name for house slave in the books) reported to a group leader. Any person wearing more clothing than me, which meant everybody as of now because I had not seen any other girl totally bare around, could give me direction. Stripes on her trims exposed girl abilities. Each trim had eleven slots. Each slot corresponded to a space in the house. A map with its slot in the book delineated the areas. The upper trim represented weekdays information and the lower trim weekends. Maids evening uniform, the wasp waisted corset which garter hold in place fish net hose, which impressed me so much on my visit displayed this maid self control slots in the garters. Each stripe came in three colors, white, yellow and black. Pleasure slaves, a different lot, their dress code was not described in there, were like guest to maids. The collar had spaces to put orgasm and punishment status as another color code: her level of freedom toward her next orgasm; how many bonus sticks gathered in the week. The bonus stick permitted somebody to give a special mark of satisfaction for a great service from a maid. Even maids received one stick to hand other every two week after filling up her two trims. Some pages gave guidelines about proper behavior: it was rude to move away from hand touching by anyone with its genitals protected; When nude never try to cross eyes because it would interfere with other people enjoyment of your features; you could deny entrance, except to a Master, into your two lower holes but then people could complain to their head of department; to refuse mouth service required a solid reason. People happy with your services will give you sticks and those bought privileges or reduced weekly chastisement.

Norkad fetched me for lunch. The afternoon in the laundry room was dedicated on learning the secret of Raven's laundry. Around five we freshen up quickly in our room. Norkad changed in evening clothes. Back to the kitchen we have dinner with other girls before helping with the masters dinner.