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New Slave (Mdom-Fsub)
By Anonymous Master

***

Frank lay sweating and satisfied along side a sleeping and very very 
satisfied Melanie, thinking about the events of the past few hours and 
the several days that led up to them. He had met Melanie at Catdaddy's 
two nights ago; a Friday Night out on the town. Over two days they had 
seen a lot of each other, touring the campus and going out to dinner 
both Saturday night and tonight, Sunday Night. One thing led to a 
logical other and he and Melanie came back to his apartment where they 
slowly kissed, hugged and teased each other into what had been a very 
very 'nice' lovemaking session that had ended a few minutes ago. Now she 
was asleep, exhausted and smiling as she lay facing him on the bed. The 
mid-summer breeze blew across his body, evaporating what remained of his 
sweat as he stared in the dim light at the lovely creature beside him.
As he gazed at the sleeping beauty, spread out beside him, he recounted 
their long and intense first effort at what he knew she thought was full 
sexual pleasure between them, HE KNEW BETTER, but why rock the boat at 
this early stage, eh? Indeed; It was ALWAYS best not to hurry, ALWAYS.
From the first moment he laid eyes on the young, beautiful and well 
built Melanie, Frank had had deep suspicions and even convictions about 
her real capabilities in the sexual love realm. Something, all too 
familiar, about her had drawn him to her and caused him to use extreme 
caution and a great deal of careful preliminaries to make her very 
comfortable with him over the last two days and three nights. Perhaps it 
was the way she lowered her eyes and her head when he first spoke to her 
at Catdaddy's. Or the way she tended to follow him and hang back a 
little, even when he was holding her hand. Or, more to the point, 
perhaps it was her tendency to be somewhat passive in her love making 
and let him lead and do almost every step of the way.
For, all during the last two hours, he had been the "aggressor" of 
sorts, initiating all the teasing and the preliminaries, taking her 
carefully and ever upward into a passionate and highly multi-orgasmic 
flight where he teased her and talked to her constantly, making her 
unfold and and rise ever higher and higher until she was constantly 
panting and moaning with sexual pleasure when he began a careful series 
of new manipulations and teasings.
Yes, that was when he knew he had found yet another one, a latently 
submissive woman, .one of his life's desires and the root of his 
constant searching efforts of the past few years.
While she writhed and moaned beneath his expert and highly experienced 
hands, he had carefully positioned himself so he could slowly tease and 
then grasp each rigid and aroused nipple between thumb and forefinger, 
..carefully he had applied slight pressure and then started to tension 
each nipple and pull it carefully upward, drawing the pert cones outward 
from her sweating body.
The reaction had been instantaneous and automatic, as her legs spread 
wide and she began to moan, "yes, more, harder, please harder, oh, so 
good!" and long shuddering orgasms coursed through her body as he 
complied by tightening his grip and tensioning even more.
And so it had gone for many many minutes as he listened and softly spoke 
to her, constantly and in monosyllabic phrases and words questioning her 
in the midst of her orgasmic flight about what she wanted NEXT, .and she 
had answered him in a panting and halting voice laden with sexual hunger 
and unfulfilled desire, .as she told him in very certain terms how much 
she wanted more and still more. He had gradually released one nipple and 
started working her slowly open, causing her legs to spread wider and 
wider as he manipulated and teased his fingers through the wet lips of 
her starving and very aroused sex, teasing the length and width of the 
engorged and seeking valley as he watched the rippling of the muscles in 
her belly in response to his teasing and ministrations. Minutes passed 
as he had slowly played and teased her higher and higher and higher, 
.using both hands, thumbs and forefingers, to grasp her nether lips and 
spread them open, tensioning and teasing her constantly and 
continuously, and evoking yet more panting pleas for "more" and still 
"MORE".
When he started a slow teasing of the engorged nub in the upper reaches 
of the now pitching and rolling valley, she had gone wild and her 
orgasms went end to end in a continuous and fearful sequence as she 
panted and pleaded with him to give her more.
It was then that he'd started a slow tapping with his forefinger on the 
little nub, spreading her open with his other hand. The reaction was 
incredible, as he knew it would be, she arched and rose to meet the 
constant tapping of the skilled digit, "more, MORE, please more, harder, 
faster, more, OH YES, LIKE THAT, ahhhhhh!"
In all, he had spent over an hour teasing her this way, watching and 
listening, feeling the reactions and observing every detail about her 
"flight" under his skilled and talented fingers, until finally, he had 
begun to insert two fingers inside her and listen to her sighing 
responses and pleas as the fingers advanced up inside her, reaching a 
crescendo when he started to tease the forward, round cervical "mouth" 
with his finger tips, then withdrawing his fingers to the expected pleas 
not to leave her empty, and then insert three fingers.
When he had finished with his internal ministrations, he had had all 
four fingers and his thumb carefully inserted in her, one more at a 
time, until he had his hand buried to the wrist inside her and she was 
raising up off the bed, tilting her head forward, staring at the wrist 
that stuck like a pole out of her and she had literally been screaming 
at him to give her more, always  MORE. 
He had finished her with his buried hand, pistoning in and out, rolling 
the wet, smooth cervical knob in his finger tips, with fingers 
intentionally devoid of long fingernails so that this careful 
manipulation and teasing would cause no harm or damage to her, he'd 
driven her upward until she arched in a mighty orgasm like none she had 
ever experienced before and passed out completely.
When she came back among the world of the living and alert, he still had 
his hand, buried to the wrist, up inside her and was stroking her 
nipples with the fingers on his other hand, slowly and carefully 
massaging her inside and above, slowing down ever so imperceptibly until 
he finally stopped and withdrew.
He had moved around and gazed down into her eyes as he'd said "like 
that, .do you?"
She'd replied, "Ohhhhhh GOD, do I, you're something else!"
And added, "but you didn't get yours?"
"Not to worry, Love, NOT TO WORRY, I'm fine, you can please and pleasure 
me 'later', OK?" he'd told her.
She gazed up at him and smiled that fulfilled exhausted smile that Frank 
knew better than anyone in this world, and had closed her eyes and 
drifted off to sleep. That had been about fifteen minutes ago.
Now, as he looked down upon the closed eyed, smiling and exhausted naked 
beauty beside him, he knew that she'd 'fit' his purposes very very well, 
well to perfection, INDEED. She had all the characteristics and 
mannerisms in the sexual realm that he and his 'associate' required, the 
rest, they could develop in her through careful training, a fear based, 
stepping process that would first introduce her to REAL submission and 
then carefully and fully build the deep seated "hungers" in her without 
which she could NEVER find sexual satisfaction in the fullest sense, 
except from a MASTER, HER MASTER, someone they would choose for her very 
carefully after the training and conditioning process was well under 
way.
Frank almost hoped he'd have the time and the energy to be that MASTER, 
.for this one was the most promising "slave candidate" he had ever seen 
in his fourteen years at this "business".
He got up and went in the other room, picked up the phone and dialed the 
all too familiar number, 
"Hello? Alex?, yah, she's a beaut, she is, uh, huh, I was right, she 
'has it', yes, I checked on her background a bit through her and 
independently, no one will miss her for a while, by then, she'll be back 
here, or long gone to God knows where, whatever we choose to do with 
her, this one I'd like a crack at, OK? fine. Give me about an hour and 
then come get her, yah, me too, bye!"
An hour later, Alex walked in the door and greeted a now fully dressed 
Frank.
"She's still sleeping in the bedroom in there. How do you want to handle 
this? I have the hypodermic needle and the stuff if you want to put her 
out for a while", Frank told him.
"Nah, let's 'tough her out', this time, I like it better when they know 
what's happening to them and can't do a damn thing about it, you got the 
'gear' handy?" Alex asked him.
"Right here, Alex, old buddy, MASTER Alex! In the leather bag at my 
feet." Frank replied.
"Ok, let's package her for 'shipping', shall we?"
"Sounds like a winner to me, MASTER Alex!"
The two of them walked into the bedroom, fully dressed, Frank carrying 
the leather bag in his right hand. Carefully, Frank emptied the contents 
of the bag onto the floor and selected a blindfold, a ball gag and 
strap, a leather head hood with only breathing holes, a series of long 
thin buckling straps and wrist and ankle cuffs with formidable D-Rings 
and laid them out on the edge of the bed.
Whispering, he said to Alex, "you ready?"
"Yah, let's get it done, Frank," came the whispered reply.
Alex reached down and grabbed the naked, sleeping woman's wrists as 
Frank simultaneously grasped both sides of her face with one hand and 
popped her relaxed mouth open, swiftly and surely shoving the huge 
rubber ball with the black leather strap through it, into the open mouth 
just as the eyes popped open in surprise and confusion. He thrust her 
chin down on her chest and buckled the straps behind her head tightly as 
her eyes went from a questioning look to one of absolute terror as she 
saw Alex for the first time, holding her wrists tight against the top of 
the bed.
She pitched and fought and bucked but to no avail as Frank slipped the 
blindfold over her eyes and strapped it equally tight behind her forward 
tilted head. She tried to scream but all that was heard by either man 
was a throaty gurgle. Frank grabbed the hood and slipped it over her 
head, sliding the zipper in the top front up and over and down until the 
form fitting head sheath was zipped shut and tight over her head, 
deadening, still further, the sounds coming from the struggling form, 
now beginning to sweat profusely as she thrashed wildly with her legs 
and body to escape her captors.
Frank slipped a wide collar with four D-Rings attached to it around her 
neck and encased the base of the tightly zipped leather hood that now 
ran down to her shoulders. He carefully buckled the black leather collar 
in the back, not too tightly, but tight enough to serve their ultimate 
purposes. The collar was a special "slave collar" made famous by "The 
Story of 'O'" the kind with the leather 'board' leading down the front 
between the breasts and ending in a large ring that could be "tethered" 
with a leash if desired by a Master.
Done with the preliminaries, Frank grabbed an ankle and hiked it upward, 
out and backward until her leg was doubled over her body and very very 
helpless, .the other leg threshed wildly but could not begin to reach 
anyone or anything, Swiftly, Frank buckled a heavy black, D-Ringed, 
leather cuff around the ankle and, using a short strap, strapped it to 
the collar, leaving just enough slack to prevent too much pull on the 
collar, the muffled protests grew in intensity as the free leg threshed 
wildly, but the torso was now semi-stilled by the pinioned one leg. 
Frank repeated the process with the other leg and the threshing was 
stilled to the point that only a slight rolling motion could be seen in 
her torso. 
"OK, Alex, .you want to cuff the wrists, next or insert the plugs and 
install the 'training' belts?"
"I've got her, she's not going anywhere, plug her up and strap her into 
her 'lover', Frank, MASTER Frank, do it!"
"Gotcha," Frank said as he reached down to the floor and picked up two 
skin colored rubber 'plugs' that exactly mimicked male organs, cocks, 
one being about an inch and a half in diameter and about seven inches 
long and the other about an inch in diameter and about five inches long, 
he stuffed the small one into the wet hole he had plundered and hour or 
more ago and then withdrew it, "uh huh," he thought. "The little bitch 
is getting wet again, really wet, Alex!"
"You always could pick em, Franky, my boy, get on with it, will ya? 
We're going to be late getting to the plane if you don't hustle your 
ass, buddy."
Frank shoved the wettened small plug slowly into the puckered nether 
cavity all the way to the hilt and let it go, it slid swiftly back out, 
he slapped the bare asscheek, HARD, with and open palm and pushed the 
plug back in where it stayed, THIS TIME. The larger plug, Frank pushed 
into the now wet and well plundered front hole, .where it stayed, buried 
to the leather loop strap on it's top. Swiftly, he tucked a belt under 
her and brought it up both sides and buckled it over her stomach, taking 
care to adjust the long strap attached to it in the back and the buckle 
strap in the front, after which he reached down under her behind and 
pulled the strap attached the belt out and tucked it through the loops 
on the plugs and then buckled the strap to the belt held buckle in the 
front and tightened it as tight as he could before inserting the tongue 
on the buckle in the strap. He stood back and admired his efforts, 
staring down at the broad, inch wide strap that now split the cheeks of 
her behind and dug relentlessly into her crotch, locking the two plugs 
firmly and tightly into her, buried to their very ends.
"OK, Alex, you keep holding her, I'm going to 'crank her up' a little 
and make her a little more pliable."
Frank grabbed a black box off the floor and set it on the night stand, 
plugged it's power cord into the wall plug and then took the thin wires, 
two pairs of them, and inserted their plug ends into each side of the 
buried plugs. He walked back to the box and turned a set of knobs, 
carefully and slowly until he was satisfied with his efforts. The 
writhing naked, partially bound form before him on the bed, thrashed 
even more as the knobs were screwed up, and the ass cheeks visibly 
clenched and unclenched.
"OK, boss, .she's wired, let's get the wrist cuffs on."
Frank cuffed each wrist as Alex continued to hold them tight....making 
sure the cuffs were tight and the D-Rings turned inward.
"OK, I got the left one, .you take the right one!"
They pulled each arm out and then down alongside her naked body and then 
inserted a short gold link in one D-Ring and connected it to the other 
under her back, rolling her butt up and back to get access. That done, 
they stepped back and watched.
"Nice sight, eh Frank?"
"Yah, .sure is, , she never knew what hit her, wait 'til she get's to 
our little house of 'dreams and screams' in Mexico, Alex, I'm betting 
she'll be a sight to behold THEN!"
"You comin' along this time, Frank?"
"Oh yah, I wouldn't miss this one's 'training' and 'conditioning' for 
the world, MASTER Alex, THIS ONE I GOT 'PERSONAL' PLANS FOR, boss, you 
ready to move her, yet?"
"Not quite, unsnap the ear hole muffler plugs, I want to have a 'little 
talk' with your latest acquisition before we stuff her in the laundry 
cart and wheel her to the elevator and down to the van in the basement."
Frank reached down and unsnapped the leather, padded flaps that covered 
Melanie's ears, then stepped back, while Alex walked around to the black 
box on the bed and turned the knobs back down to zero and picked up a 
black, nine thonged cat off the floor next to the leather bag.
"Can you hear me, Melanie?" Alex asked.
A muffled gurgle resulted, followed by an affirmative nodding of the 
leather encased head between the tethered feet, strapped to the broad 
leather slave collar by the ankle cuffs.
"Good! You are about to take a long trip to a place that you will, at 
first, hate and despise with every fiber of your being. My name is 
MASTER Alex, THAT, my pretty bound, helpless, naked little bitch, you 
will from this second onward, ALWAYS remember! I am called MASTER, by 
you and all like you, .any time you address me."
The naked, bound beauty bucked and rolled on the bed in protest, 
gurgling and moaning pathetically and profusely in complimenting 
protests and a complete exercise in futility.
"I see, well, pretty, misbehaving wench, it's time I gave you a slight 
lesson to remember, LAY STILL! I said, LAY STILL AND SHUT UP OR I'LL 
HAVE TO SHOW YOU JUST HOW HELPLESS YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH I CAN DO TO YOU 
TO CONVINCE YOU TO 'OBEY' ME, MY EVERY WORD, PRETTY, HELPLESS, NAKED, 
BITCH!"
The rolling and bucking and gurgling went on.
"OK, have it your way, wench, HAVE IT YOUR WAY!"
Alex cranked the two knobs he'd previously turned down, all the way to 
the full on position, a loud 'hummmmm' could be heard coming from the 
two plugs as the vibrators kicked in full blast, next, he cranked the 
other two knobs slowly until they were full on as Frank watched the 
plugs expand in size in their respective "receptacles", stretching and 
spreading the two plugged 'holes' ever wider ever wider, as the 
vibrators drove onward, full tilt. The 'reactions' were typical and 
expected, wild gyrations and more muffled protests, as the humming went 
on relentlessly and the two cavities expanded to two and a half and two 
inches across, respectively, spreading and being grossly stimulated to 
the absolute limit, all at once. 
"I said, 'LAY STILL BITCH, YOU HEAR ME? AND SHUT UP!"
As if she never heard him, the muffled protests and wild gyrations 
continued unabated.
"OK, Bitch, here's lesson number TWO!"
Alex reached down and pressed a button on the black box.
The sweating, naked, bound and hooded form in front of him went 
absolutely rigid as he watched her toes curl over her head and her fists 
clench, he let up on the button and she resumed the muffled protests and 
rolling of her body, but to a far lesser extent.
Alex reached down and, using two fingers, touched both buttons on the 
black box, the thrashing naked bound body went even more rigid then 
before, as the toes again curled and the fingers and thumbs clenched 
tightly into balled fists, and a muffled "uuuunnnngggghhhhhh," could be 
heard as the only sound coming from the tensed, now learning, 'almost' 
slave before him. This time, he kept his fingers on the buttons for 
almost a minute and watched and listened.
When he let up, the body before him went limp and there was silence. No 
movement, no sound.
"That's better, MUCH BETTER, now we're getting someplace, NOW, my lovely 
slave, that's what you are to me, you know? My SLAVE! (a mild muffled 
protest, immediately followed by a quick jabbing hit on the two buttons 
and release with the attendant rigid then relaxed body sequences).  You 
don't learn very fast, bitch maybe this will help a little!"
Alex laced the cat over the upturned ass a dozen times, not as hard as 
he ultimately could, but sufficient to sting immensely and make his 
point, .and again, the rolling, thrashing, and muffled protests and 
again, the two fingers on the buttons and release, 
"OK, my little slave wench that will do for now, Frank, close the ear 
tabs and let's get her ready to 'roll'" <chuckle> and a big broad <grin> 
at Frank.
Frank went to the apartment door, opened it, and retrieved and wheeled 
into the bedroom, a huge canvas sided laundry cart. The two of them spun 
the bound, naked beauty around on the bed and, sliding their hands under 
her body, picked her up and deposited her down inside the laundry cart. 
Frank reached down and unplug- ged the black box and then picked up the 
box and the wires and tossed them into the cart along with what was left 
of the straps and cuffs laying on the floor. The two of them whipped the 
canvas cover up over the top of the cart and snapped it in place and 
wheeled the cart to the door, then to the elevator, and then down the 
elevator and out to the van in the basement garage where they opened the 
van's back doors and lifted the cart inside.
An hour later, the laundry cart was sitting in a broad aisle of a fast 
moving Lear Jet, headed for the southwestern U.S. and Mexico; but the 
cart, alas, was very empty, it's former "contents", now spreadeagled and 
attached to ringbolts in the airframe of the Lear Jet, stretched to the 
limit, arms up and widespread and feet far far apart. The naked, hooded 
form was shuddering and spasming in the cuffed restrains attached to the 
ringbolts as the two "Masters" sipped their drinks in comfortable easy 
chairs in front of the spread beauty and took turns adjusting the knobs 
on the black box which was still attached to the spread naked "slave", 
but, NOW, was plugged into a wall outlet in the Lear Jet. Frank got up 
and loosened the ear muffler tabs and opened them; then carefully, he 
grasp each now rigid nipple with thumb and fore finger and began to 
tighten and tension them toward him, drawing her in an arched bow 
outward as he spoke to her.

"Now, Melanie, SLAVE Melanie we BEGIN your TRAINING. When we are through 
with you truly through you will do ANYTHING I order you to do ANYTHING!" 
The naked form jerked out of his finger-thumb grasps, and muffled 
protests followed together with wild threshing.
Alex reached down and depressed the buttons, once more. AGAIN, the long 
"UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" sound became the only sound in the cabin of 
the Lear Jet as the spread, bound, hooded beauty quickly arched outward 
toward Frank, MASTER Frank, ..to comply with his previous efforts 
seeking the thumbs and forefingers with outward thrust, rigid, and now 
reddened nipples.
Frank watched for a while as she frantically stretched toward him and 
then resumed the grip on her nipples just as Alex released the buttons.
"Better bitch, much MUCH better, you're learning!!!!"

