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Chapter19
We will now discuss some of my house rules. All of you slaves
operate
on a points system. We will relax it during your first to weeks as the
pain you will receive during training would mean for you to earn more due
to mistakes would be redundant. The other girls actually get a mini
vacation, at least from me while most of my time concentrates on rounding
you in to a well behaved slave. Your co-slaves will only have to deal
with any clients or friends that arrive. If at any time you commit a
minor infraction and have to apologize you will be assessed 1 point.
Major infractions will be dealt with harshly on the spot.
Missy, my number one, has earned the right to be called her name
given by me, instead of slave, though she most definitely is one, now and
forever. I have not had to personally discipline her in over a year. She
does have many visitors that cause her enough discomfort that she will
never forget her true place.
Back to our points system. After a week, the slave with the
least points gets a day off from all torment from me or any visitors. She
may still have to help with some chores, but mostly just gets to relax in
the room you girls share. This day is always Sunday. And the slave that
performs the worst gets to orally satisfy the best of the girls. See.
Even I do have a heart and reward good behavior. Should a slave be lucky
enough to win two weeks in a row, that girl has the chance to sexually
use the lowest slave by either fucking her or just a blow job as desired.
This may not seem like much, but months from now you will relish the
opportunity for sexual relief. Cumming, except on my command is dealt
with very harshly. You will not have a pain free day for at least your
first two weeks of intense training. After that, it all depends on how
well you learn, obey and adapt to your new life. My clients visit
frequently and all slaves are available 24/7, except for the one earning
Sunday off. I have many male friends, several of whom are lovers. If I
have an overnight guest one slave will spend the evening in my bedroom.
Quite often this slave will have the duty of getting my slave excited
with their mouth. Slaves usually are required to clean both of us up from
the mess occurring after an orgasm. If I'm not in the mood for oral sex,
you get the job. And I do not engage in anal sex, an occasional request
of my lovers. See how helpful you can become for me? And you, slave
Melanie will be a favorite. Clients love abusing and testing the limits
of the new girl in the stable. Many of the gay and bi-sexual clients are
somewhat turned off by a guy with boobs and all that girly stuff. You
already have an appointment for later in the week.
You are to remain nude at all times during your two week
training. When the spirit moves me to teach you some new "trick" of mine,
it's too much of a bother to wait while you undress. This is a large
home. All but Missy are confined to the cellar, which contains a dungeon
and your living area, unless directed to come up by Missy or me. There
are cameras, as I said covering every inch of the property, inside and
out. There is also audio, and you are never to whisper, as I insist on
being able to hear all communication that goes on between the slaves, if
I so desire. Your room is warm and carpeted, but has no beds, pillows or
blankets. There are more important things than your comfort to spend
money on. You will pair off with Candy at night. The two of you sleep in
the traditional 69 position with a pacifier in your mouth. But don't get
too excited about that. Remember my rule about unauthorized cumming.
Your plug will be replaced with the next larger size by Missy
before you retire. There will be four larger sizes over time. Be thankful
you performed well tonight or you might have earned a larger upgrade.
You need to relieve yourself now also. We have a strict
schedule on bathroom use. Around 9 AM and 9PM you will be allowed to
relieve yourself. Learn quickly to regulate yourself. The only toilet
available at other times is another slaves mouth. You won't win any
friends by putting a girl through that solely because of your bad timing.
The used slave then gets to choose the method of discipline used on you
for wasting my and their time. Good Night.
Chapter 11
With Candy's hand in mine, we followed Missy down to the
cellar. We went through an elaborately equipped dungeon, Missy warning me
not to look too close or I might faint, and entered our living quarters.
Did I say living quarters? Four walls, four TV's and five chairs. Three
of the chairs were solid wood, not much comfort for an ass with a dildo
in it. Missy's chair had a couple of cushions, another little benefit of
being number one, I guess. And a luxurious leather recliner to be used by
mistress if she chose to enter the room. And we got to use it in our free
time on Sunday if chosen slave of the week. Wow, I thought out loud, will
our comforts never end. Missy looked real upset at my wisecrack.
"You know Mistress may be watching us on camera. Now I'll have to
upgrade you one size on your butt plug so I don't get in trouble."
Speaking of trouble, just ½ hour and I've already earned extra
punishment. Nice work Ken, er Melanie, nice work, I said to myself. Missy
informed the others to undress for bed while she re-plugged me. God that
hurts as Missy tried to force it in. Well, it would have been smaller and
I would have used lube, but for that uncalled for remark. You may call us
by our given names when alone, but always refer to slave Missy, slave
Candy, etc. in the presence of Mistress.
Turning around, I'm sure my face turned red as I faced four men
with big breasts, tiny waists, beautiful faces and a cock hanging between
their legs. I tried not to stare or laugh for that matter. Don't feel out
of place Melanie. You'll look every bit as good as they do in less time
than you realize. Except of course for our cocks. If Mistress didn't love
torturing them so much, they would probably be gone too.
Lights were turned down, but not off so Mistress could monitor
us at will. We would be woken at 6AM so sleep was essential. Missy
cuddled up with a blanket and pillow, alone, at least till another slave
was found. Sandy and Patty settled in. And I struggled to get in position
with Candy, hampered by the stuffed feeling in my ass. Finally I found my
way to Candy's cock and she to mine. My God, is this real. Here I am with
a large plug in my ass, a cock in my mouth and visions of what tomorrow
would bring dancing through my head. And I was supposed to get some rest.
Oh, Melanie, if you wake during the night, make sure you find your
pacifier before going to sleep again. Thanks for the tip, Sandy. How's
that, I thought ironically. I'm trying to talk about tips while the tip
of a cock sits on my tongue. Just a little irony there, huh. Tears came
to my eyes and I softly whimpered a little. Candy gently patted my head
but said nothing. Mother always taught us not to talk with a full mouth.
At some point I drifted off, but my body wasn't too sure when woken up at
6:00.
Chapter 12
Missy took charge of course and hurried the girls and me along.
Took a long time for me to get dressed, right. We were to exercise from
6:30- 8:00 and then do housework for an hour. Missy's job was making
breakfast. All our exercises were designed for three basic things. Weight
loss, waist reduction and leg toning for that feminine look. We all ate
the same as Mistress, just much smaller portions to keep our figures in
check. Candy was to have today off as last weeks winner. She only had to
clean up after lunch and dinner. Boy did I envy her lying back in that
leather chair, watching TV and catching a few ZZZ's. Missy, Sandy and
Patty would help Mistress with my first training session.
Missy led us all to the dungeon and I was instructed to climb
on to a metal table in the middle of the room and lie on my stomach. The
girls then attached cuffs to my ankles and wrists. They weren't
especially tight, but I was stretched enough that there was no escaping.
A wide belt was brought up through slots in the table and put tightly
around my waist. Two more straps were used to secure my upper legs, being
attached close to the tops of my legs. I could move my arms slightly, but
barely any movement could be forced in my legs.
Missy went to an intercom and announced: "slave Melanie is
prepared Mistress Carla". Minutes later, without a sound, she must have
entered. There were sounds though. They were the screams escaping my
mouth as a pain more intense than any I had ever felt shot through my
body, centered on a burning feeling in my left foot. Sandy jumped at the
noise. Missy shoved a rag in my mouth to quiet me down. Mistress walked
around in front of me and said thank you. Your gift is much more useful
and convenient to use than I realized. It fits right here in my pocket. I
just pull it out, push this button and wow. A great little torture tool
right at my fingertips. And she held it up to my little finger and used
it again. Missy, Missy, Missy. Take poor Melanies' gag out so we can all
enjoy the beautiful song she's singing. You know it's music to my ears.
And the screaming began anew. Tears flowed in waves down my face., She
held my wrist up and said: " see, red with a few tinges of golden brown
just like your toe. As I slowly quieted down, Mistress patted my head and
told me not too worry. I was too valuable to do any permanent harm to.
Besides, she had promised to use my gift on me first. What kind of
Mistress would I be if you couldn't trust me to at least be truthful with
my slaves.
Besides, we haven't even begun your training. This was just a
little bonus for your thoughtfulness. The next thing I have in store for
you may actually hurt. That was just a test of your resilience to being
burned. How appropriate that you should bring such a gift. I didn't have
a clue what she was talking about but figured I'd learn quick enough.
Missy was instructed to prepare today's 1st letter, and went to the wall
and slid aside a door that revealed a roaring fire. She then stuck a long
metal rod into the fire. Meanwhile Mistress was running her hands gently
over my cock and balls, lying helpless between my spreadeagled legs.
Each time she handled my ball sack she squeezed a little harder.
Little gasps were escaping my throat, but nothing really too bad yet.
Unseen to me, she stepped back and smashed her fist into my delicate
privates with all her might. Aaaah, now there's that music I liked so
much. It's your own fault slave for depriving me of listening to my
favorite tune. I've been hit in the balls in my life, but little compares
to the pain racking my body now. Sweat and tears just streamed down my
face, the crying and screaming went on and on. Patti came over and wiped
my face repeatedly. Trying to comfort me with soothing talk. You have to
be brave, Melanie. You have no concept of what will happen to you today.
Mistress went over to the fire box and removed the rod. She brought it
over and showed it to me. Red hot it looked something like a large
crescent moon, and it was returned to the fire. Still no clue slave?
Other than being burnt again, no, Mistress Carla. Girls, show slave
Melanie what is being prepared for her. The three of them turned their
backs to me, dropped their skirts and undies and bent over. Clearly, just
above the cracks of their asses, I could see the word cunt emblazoned on
their ass. Yes, slave, your asshole is nothing more than a cunt for my
strap-ons and the cocks of many of my clients. Naturally I label it as
such. They had been branded and I was next. My God, did people really
brand others? That just happened on farms didn't it? Patti grabbed my
unburnt hand, squeezed and whispered to be strong, we all went through it
and all survived.
A set of steps was moved next to the table for Mistress to
climb atop the table. It works best when hottest, Mistress declared. I
will get in position and Missy will hand me the red hot letter C. Look on
the bright side, slave Melanie. You''ll get a half hour off in between
letters. It takes that long to get each one heated up. I closed my eyes,
gritted my teeth and waited. A piercing shriek filled the room, then
mercifully, I passed out. But Mistress would have none of that. Smelling
salts revived me time after time. Mistress couldn't miss out on the
crescendo of tones escaping my lips. Only three more to go my dear
Melanie, before we string you up and pay some attention to the front of
your body. Nooooo pleeease nooooo and again I passed out. And again
brought to. There will be no sleeping on my watch said Mistress. You will
stay with us. There is no joy in this if I can't see the anguish in your
eyes, slave Melanie. Remember last night? You voluntarily licked shit off
of a plate so you could have the opportunity to serve your Goddess before
you. Did you think I was playing a game? Missy, Bring me the juice.
Mistress proceeded to open a jar of lemon juice and drip it on the
freshly burned parts of my body. And I screamed longer and louder. How
can a woman possibly derive so much pleasure from inflicting so much pain
on another human being?
Tired of waiting for the next letter to heat up, Mistress
found another weapon to attack my body with. A small vice was produced
from the cabinet and she closed it down on the pinky of my undamaged
foot. And twisted, and twisted, tightening it's grip on my pinky.
Before losing consciousness again, I felt a bone crack in the toe. Oh,
God no, please no. no more I begged.
Mistress stopped her torment for a minute, changing her tone,
and moved her fingers through my sweat drenched hair. Now, now, slave
Melanie. I told you I'd never do any permanent harm to you. At least none
with life threatening results. You still have to endure the rest of your
branding, I haven't even begun with the front of you, and now that your
toe is broken, it will be useless. Right after we brand your U, I'll get
rid of that mangled toe for you. And I passed out again, probably from
fright this time.
The next couple of hours consisted of me drifting in and out,
going nearly hoarse from screaming my lungs out. And enduring the pain of
three more brands. At some point Mistress used a sharp knife and just cut
my pinky off. Naturally it bled, but the bleeding was stopped when she
cauterized the wound with my gift to her. Finally, my limp body was
strung up on some kind of rack and I vaguely recall something about
finishing the job after they all ate. Some kind of ointment had been put
on my wounds to prevent infection.
Somehow, I was at least semi-conscious when the group returned
from dinner. My body was inspected by Mistress, I assume to check her
handiwork and to be sure some protection had been given to the sores on
my body. We won't be so harsh on your front, dear. Just can't have you
too comfortable by ignoring it completely.
The next 30 minutes or so were spent attaching alligator clips
to my nipples, cock and balls. Very heavy weights were attached to the
chains hanging from the clips. The pain was barely noticeable by this
point. The pain from my back, foot and hand made me nearly oblivious to
what was happening out front. Taking a last look at my toe to insure it
wasn't bleeding Mistress announced: "We're through with you tonight,
other than the fact you get to sleep where you are. A good thing
actually. You probably couldn't lie down with all the sores on your body.
See you in the AM. Tomorrow is my favorite day of training. I concentrate
on tormenting your cock and balls tomorrow. Sleep well slave Melanie,
sleep well."