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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!!!!"