Dark Erotic Fiction

The next morning, the trainees at Jillian’s Slave Training Studio were given breakfast, which they ate one-handed, and allowed to use the toilet. They all understood the price of getting wiped. The pain slaves commented on several of the trainees who had improved in their technique overnight. “Did you practice a lot? Give me another lick.”
The video crews were recording most activity for possible inclusion in the TV show. After all the preliminaries were out of the way, the trainees were assembled on the training floor. Jillian was there with Jimmy. She spoke to the trainees.
“Today we will be doing some lecturing and some demonstrations of slave situations and the responses that you should have to them. However, first up we have a body modification. One of your owners watched the show in preview last night and liked the suggestion that the slave herself made. Meet out guest, Ralph the Piercer.” She gestured towards a large man, balding with a tummy on him, who was standing off to the side carrying a large case. “And now for the guest of honor, the piercee.” Two pain slaves swept in behind the girl who had been led around on a chain connected to a nipple clamp attached to her clit. They grabbed her arms and lifted her to her feet, then steered her over to a table with restraints designed to immobilize the body and legs, with the legs splayed wide open. They efficiently bound the trainee to the table. She was gasping in fear but not making any intelligible comments. “As you may recall from our last show, this slave didn’t feel like a slave until she was led around handcuffed, gagged, and leashed by a ring in her clit. We substituted a nipple clamp for the ring in her clit, but her owner found the whole thing so delicious that he allowed us to make it happen for real.” At that point the slave on the table started to scream. A pain slave pressed a ball gag to her mouth, but she resisted it. Jillian uncoiled her whip and gave her two snaps, one on each thigh. This brought her mouth wide open for a scream, and the pain slave pushed the ball in and buckled the gag tight.
“Ralph will install a clit ring and two nipple rings. Unlike most clit rings, this one is functional, not decorative, so it will be of a far heavier gauge and go deeper into the flesh behind the clit. If she balks when leashed by the ring, it will probably rip out a section of flesh she treasures, so she will be very obedient. Ralph, please proceed and give our audience a running commentary.”
“Delighted to, Jillian. I like this kind of piercing. It is both aesthetically pleasing and functional, giving the owner beauty and practical usefulness.” He held up a ring three quarters of an inch in diameter. “This is a special alloy of gold that is much stronger than most. The pointed end of the open loop goes through the piercing hole, and is bent with special tools to meet with the other end of the loop. I use a crimping tool to seal the two ends together. A little twist, and the joint goes into the flesh and it appears to be a solid ring. I’ll use less massive rings in the nipples.”
He opened his case and removed a syringe. “Her owner asked that she not suffer much pain, so I’m giving her a shot to block the feeling. I can’t do this for free women, but I can for slaves.” He swiftly injected the drug in a site next to her clit, then prepared an instrument that looked like a large paper punch, loading the clit ring into it. He carefully examined the slave’s perineum, decided on the site for the piercing to enter, swabbed it with alcohol, and marked it with a small marker. He then lifted the instrument, placed it over her clit, and squeezed the handle.
Even with the numbing and the gag, the slave shook and let out a strangled scream. The piercer withdrew the piercing tool and switched to a crimping tool to finish the job. Fifteen seconds later, the job was done. He put antibiotic ointment on the site and bandaged it. The piercings for the nipple rings went faster. When he was done, Jillian thanked him warmly. “Thank you, Ralph.” She turned to the camera. “In Eastlake, see Ralph for piercings and tattoos. He specializes in decorating slaves. We’ll have him back here later to mark most of these slaves for their owners.” Ralph took a bow and left the set.
Jillian continued, “This slave won’t be participating in some of today’s activities, but will be attending lectures. Today, we will concentrate on submission, servility, and obedience.”
They separated the trainees into three groups of three and one pair, leaving the newly-pierced trainee on the table tightly bound and gagged. They inserted radio-controlled shock dildos into all twelve of the trainees and put leather harnesses on the eleven ambulatory slaves to hold them in. Each trainee had a pain slave with the radio control for that trainee’s dildo.
“This is the deal. You will be given instructions. You will immediately follow the instructions. Any failure or delay will result in a pussy zap. You need to know what you will be facing, so feel it now.” When Jillian said “now,” all of the pain slaves with remote controls pressed their buttons. All of the trainees yelped. “When we start, there will be no sound from the trainees. Yelps or any other sound gets you zapped. Performing an act incorrectly gets you zapped. Delaying performing an act gets you zapped. The pain slaves may increase or decrease the intensity and duration of the zaps as they see fit according to your performance. Begin.”
For the next few minutes it was a madhouse while pain slaves told trainees to sit, stand, turn, take a step, bend over, look up, and other relatively trivial commands. Almost all of the trainees were continually shocked for the first minute. The ones that made noise were shocked more severely. Most of them finally started following the orders without thinking about them, which seemed to be the point of the exercise. The newly-pierced slave was given commands to move her hands, feet, and head, and was shocked just as much as the others.
Jillian watched the bedlam with a smile. She noticed that her cousin Belinda was getting fewer shocks than the others, and it was because she was doing what she was told, rather than the pain slaves giving her special treatment. Other than Jimmy and Donna, no one else knew about Belinda’s relationship with Jillian.
Jimmy had a big grin on his face and a massive erection in his pants, and Jillian noticed both. He said he didn’t want to cause pain, but he sure enjoyed watching it inflicted, she noticed. He had also enjoyed whipping one of her pain sluts, but that might have been because it gave the pain slut orgasms.
When the new slaves had settled into doing as they were told, Jillian ended the exercise. “OK, ladies, the next thing is the whipping posts for another introductory whipping. You may as well get used to it. The shock dildos will remain inside for extra pain and for disciplinary reasons, so behave yourselves. As I mentioned last night, many owners like to whip slaves even if they haven’t done anything to deserve it. That isn’t a good slave management technique, but they do it for their own gratification, so the sooner you learn to tolerate it, the better.” Several of the slaves moaned when she announced the whippings, and the pain slaves dutifully shocked the moaners. “After the whippings, we will bring in the testers for an evaluation fuck. Be enthusiastic, slaves; a good rating will help you a lot, and enthusiastic fucking is almost always a big plus for a slave.”
The pain slaves hung the trainees from the whipping posts with practiced efficiency. None of the trainees resisted or made noise; they mutely accepted what was coming to them. Jillian was proud that Belinda was taking it calmly. After the trainees were all properly positioned for whipping, Jillian walked down the line and used her whip to strike a target on each slave. Most got a stripe across a breast, but some got legs or abdomen. Belinda got a breast stripe. After Jillian finished her first trip down the line, one of her whipping slaves followed her down the line with a crop, snapping each dangling slave smartly on the left nipple. After the second smack, the pain slaves rotated each trainee so her back was available. Jillian took another trip down the line, giving each trainee a stripe across her butt. After that, she nodded at a pain slave with a control box, who pressed a button. All of the trainees shook as their dildos gave them the most painful shock yet.
“Let them down and chain them back up. Bring out the test beds, and bring on the sex testers!”
Twelve men walked out onto the training floor wearing loincloths. It was the show’s producer’s way of making things more exotic. Jillian thought it was funny. The pain slaves put each newly-whipped woman on a mattress. Each woman had an attendant with a whip to keep her in line. Other pain slaves removed the shock dildos. Even the newly-pierced slave was presented for sex.
The testers dropped their loincloths and immediately started to fuck their assigned slave. They were dictating comments to a recorder set up next to each bed. Some were clearly unhappy with their slaves for lack of lubrication; they withdrew and pain slaves added lube from tubes, after which the testers began again. Some trainees were obviously trying to make it good for the tester, while others didn’t seem to know what to do or were consumed by the pain they had just been given. The sex didn’t last a long time. It appeared that the main criterion for the testers this time was active participation, which was difficult because the trainees were all wearing their belly chains. Each tester finished, dictated his final comments, picked up his loincloth, and left the training area.
Jimmy stepped in after the last tester left. “That’s a lot of men’s dream job, but it is difficult to get it up often enough to be really good at it. After the commercial break, we’ll be back with the trainees back on the whipping posts with their initial ratings.”
The next scene had all the trainees hung back up on the whipping posts with numbers written between their breasts. Jillian stepped to the first slave and said, “This slave got a 6.1. That’s not bad, considering she had just been whipped and was chained, but we want improvement over that as training progresses. She doesn’t earn another whipping, though, because she was trying.” Jillian moved on to another slave. “This one got a 3. She was dry and didn’t respond to her fuck tester at all.” Jillian uncoiled her whip and gave the unfortunate slave a lash on each breast. The girl let out a load moan, but didn’t scream. “She is getting better about taking a whipping, though.” Jillian moved down the line of slaves, commenting on scores and the reasons for them, and whipping slaves that hadn’t at least tried to please their fuck tester. The last one in the line was Belinda, who had a 7.5 between her breasts. “This one was the star of the fuck testing. She was wet and she gave the tester a good, cooperative fuck; she moved as well as she could when she was in the belly chains. She gets a reward.” Pain slaves took Belinda down from the pole, removed all her restraints, and took her to a bed where another fuck tester was waiting. The fuck tester immediately mounted her, and the sex was fast, physical, and cooperative. They both moved to make the sex mutually satisfying. When the fuck tester rose, pain slaves re-chained Belinda. Jimmy went over to the tester and asked him, “What’s her rating for that one?”
The sweating tester took a deep breath to slow his fast breathing, then replied, “That was a 9. A little training and she could be a champion.”
Jimmy turned to the newly-chained Belinda and asked her, “Was it a nice reward?”
She smiled and said, “Yes, sir, it was wonderful. I’m glad I pleased him. Could I please you the same way?”
“I’m sure you could, but not right now.”
The camera switched back to Jillian, who said, “That is proper slave conduct, to attempt to please a superior. Learn well, the rest of you.” Jimmy came over to stand beside her and said, “That’s it for this episode. Tune in next time as we continue to train new slaves for their lucky owners.” The camera pulled back to show pain slaves putting the electric shock dildos back in the trainees as Jillian and Jimmy walked off the set.
Back at her office, Jimmy asked Jillian, “Was her winning a setup?”
“No. I am not going to give her any preferred status. She got what she got because the testers gave her the highest rating. I liked what she said after her reward.”
“So did I. I’m tempted to take her up on it.”
“Then do. I am your slave and all my slaves are your slaves. If you want her, take her. It will please her, and it will please you, which will please me. Maybe not as much as me getting the same fucking, but it will please me.”
“Let’s get you that fucking now.”
“Yes, Master. Off to my bed?”
“On the double, wench!”
They both laughed and walked to her quarters.
As he undressed, she asked, “Why didn’t you just bend me over my desk, like before?”
“That was fun, but the bed is more comfortable, and that’s what I want this time.”
“Me, too. Thank you.”
“Of course. I want you to enjoy sex, too.”
As they started kissing, a voice from the living room called out, “Jillian?”
Jillian grinned and called back, “In here, Donna.”
Donna came in the room. As she was about to speak to Jillian, she noticed the situation and blushed. She stammered out “I’m sorry; it can wait,” and started backing out of the room.
“Stop right there, Donna. Jimmy, do you want me to chain her up so she can watch?”
Jimmy grinned, too. “No, I’d like to do it myself. We really must remember to put that sock on the doorknob.” He stood, grabbed some handcuffs from the bedside table, and cuffed Donna behind her back, then rubbed her breasts as he stood behind her.
“I think she likes that, Jimmy.”
“I do like it. Please keep doing it,” replied Donna.
“You should get one of those dildo poles to mount her on if we are going to keep doing this.”
“I have several. Do you want me to bring one in here?”
“Not right now. I want to get inside you now.”
“Good. Donna, you stand there and watch.”
“Meany,” replied Donna, smiling.
“You bet, and you should know.”
Jimmy skipped further foreplay; he entered her and started stroking hard. Jillian sighed and responded by pushing back. Sometimes she wanted a long build-up; today she wanted to be fucked hard. She didn’t know if Jimmy knew that or whether he just wanted to fuck her hard, but she was happy he was doing it. She was surprised but happy that it was lasting longer than she expected. When they were done, he rolled off of her and said, “OK, Donna, clean me off.” Donna bent over and took him into her mouth and slowly cleaned the mixed juices off his member.
Jillian watched with amusement. “Maybe I wanted to do that.”
“We made her watch. She might as well get some fun out of it. Or would that be humiliation?”
“She loves that, so fun is the word.”
“Don’t forget to get that pole in here. We could also use a pillory, I think.”
“We could use it, or you would?”
“You’re right; I would use it. You would just be in or on it. Or Donna, of course.”
“Good. What kind of pillory, the classical one, or the one meant for sex and comfort that bends the woman over farther and lets her relax more?”
“I like the new ones, so get one of those.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. You are now on the board of the slave trust that owns me, and on the boards of the other trusts that own my personal slaves, including Donna and Belinda. You have full sexual access by their charters, not just by my permission any more. It also includes whipping and punishment rights.”
“And who else has those rights?”
“The other members are representatives of finance firms and law firms, and as such aren’t the real members; the institutions they represent are. They are governed by a very complicated set of rules that effectively makes them do what I tell them. You are not constrained like they are. Therefore, you have all the authority for sex and punishment.”
“I’m drunk with power already.”
“Please use your power frequently, oh mighty one.”
“Which power? Fucking or whipping?”
“Your choice. It’s all attention.”
“You don’t fool me. You want the fucking.”
“I’d prefer it, but I am serious — if you want to whip or punish me, you go ahead and do it. Donna is a better target for the whip, and I know you liked whipping my whipping slave.”
“I liked it because she enjoyed it. She climaxed when I smacked her.”
“You also got hard when the trainees were being zapped.”
“That is true. Maybe I should put one of those inside you and see if I like it when I zap you.”
“Please do. I actually like a little electricity.”
“I meant as much electricity as the trainees were getting.”
“Like I said, I like a little electricity.”
“Good! I’ll put one in Donna, too, and zap you both at once.” He stood up, took off Donna’s handcuffs, and said, “Go get two of those dildos, their control boxes, and two of the harnesses that keep them inside.”
As Donna turned to leave, Jillian said, “What did you want when you came in here?”
Donna replied, “We started the suck training, and they wanted to know if you wanted to be on camera to introduce it.”
Jimmy said, “No, we can shoot that in a separate scene or do a voice-over.” Donna nodded and left.
Out on the training floor, the trainees were bent over training dummies with dildos sticking up. The training slave in charge was lecturing them on technique, and the trainees did what they were being told about. Each trainee had an attendant who was monitoring her performance and giving corrections and additional guidance. Occasionally, a trainee got a shock as a correction. Donna went past them and got the equipment she had been sent for. When she returned, she put the dildos and harnesses on the bed and handled the control units to Jimmy. “Do you want to put these in us, or do you want us to do it?” she asked.
Jimmy said, “I’ll insert the dildos, then you put on the harnesses.” He picked up one dildo and slid it easily into Jillian, who was wet with her own secretions and Jimmy’s. When he approached Donna, she spread her legs wide, and he put the dildo at her entrance and pushed. It went in quite readily. “So, you were excited, I see.”
“Yes, I was. I like watching sex, and I like being bound.”
“Good. Do you like pussy zaps?”
“Not as much as sex, but I do like them.”
“OK, you two, get the harnesses on.”
The two women buckled the belts around them, then ran the crotch strap through their crotches and through the ring on the end of the dildo, then up to a buckle on the front of the belt, then buckled them tightly. Jimmy watched them and smiled when the dildos were pushed inside by the tight strap. He fumbled in a toy box, then approached them with four small padlocks. “Let’s make them stay on.” He snapped the locks though small loops at the ends of the prongs of the buckles. “Now to decide whether you should be bound when I zap you.” He looked at them for a few seconds, then pressed a button on each control. Each woman jerked, then smiled at him.
“That was a really low-powered shock,” said Donna.
“Yes, I wanted to know how the various strengths of shock affected you.” He walked over to Jillian and felt her crotch. “It seems that the low power just gets you wetter.” He felt Donna, too, and said, “Yes. It gets you wetter.” He rummaged through the toy box and came up with three sets of handcuffs. He went to Jillian, attached one to her right wrist, and connected her to a wall ring. He tethered Donna to another wall ring, then used the third set to connect their free hands together. “That’s a pretty picture.” He got out his cell phone and took a few snapshots. They smiled and posed for him. “OK, ladies, let’s use a little more juice.” He adjusted the controls and pressed both buttons. They both shrieked and jumped. Both of them trembled and gasped. Jimmy felt both of them and found a great deal of moisture, and Donna was rhythmically pulsing. “A stronger shock makes you come, Donna?”
“Yes, Master. Middle-level shocks almost always make me come. Thank you, Master.”
“What about you, Jillian?”
“I don’t usually come from shocks. It takes lower-level electrical stimulation for a long time, but then I come like a freight train.”
Jimmy decided to try a stronger shock. Donna came again, but Jimmy was more interested in Jillian’s response. She shook and gasped, then shook again. He felt her pelvis; it was like she had almost come, but just missed it. He fired off the same shock again, and this time she went over the edge, wailing “Oh my ….” as she shook. Donna came again, but not in such a spectacular manner. She watched Jillian in wide-eyed amazement.
When she was quiet again, Jimmy said, “What kind of shock makes you come, Jillian?”
“That was a first.” She looked at him intently. “Maybe it matters who is pressing the button. Please, Master, press it again.”
He pressed the buttons again. Donna didn’t come, but she shook. Jillian came even harder, shouting incoherently and shaking all over. She would have fallen to the floor if Jimmy hadn’t caught her and supported her. When she was stable on her feet again, Jimmy unlocked the cuffs connecting them to the wall and to each other.
Jillian came to him and hugged him hard. “Thank you, Master. That was wonderful. I only expected pain, but I got a most wonderful gift. If I got a dildo that will stay in without the harness, will you make me wear it and use it on me?”
“Of course, Jillian.”
“Thank you, Master.” Her hand fell to his groin and explored. She smiled up at him. “It seems that shocking us gives you an erection just like the pain slaves shocking the trainees. Would you like to use that on me again?”
He smiled, but didn’t respond. He just got the padlock key and removed the two padlocks from her belt. Donna was left on her own, but without handcuffs; Jimmy noticed she had both hands at her crotch, pleasuring herself. Jillian stripped off the harness and extracted the dildo as fast as she could, then joined Jimmy on the bed. Jimmy was again in the mood for no foreplay. He climbed on her and started a hard, hammering fuck that lasted a very long time. Jillian came twice before Jimmy did. After he climaxed, he lay atop her and didn’t move. After a while, Jillian said, “Are you OK, Jimmy?” The response she got was a snore. She smiled and relaxed, and decided that being his mattress with him still inside her wasn’t a bad thing.
Donna said, “You wore him out.”
“Yes, I did, and I’m honored that he’s still on top of me. You can be in charge of the training until he wakes up and lets me loose.”
“I still have this in me,” said Donna, pointing at her crotch.
“Yes, you do. You can show them that even senior slaves sometimes get to wear toys like that.” Jillian reached out to the control boxes that were still on the bed, dialed one down, and pressed both buttons. Donna jumped and shook, but not like she did for the more powerful shocks. “Good, this control is yours. I’ll just keep it here so I can call you back when I need you.” Donna grinned and left the room. Just before the outer door to her quarters closed, Jillian pressed the button again. Donna came back in and said, “Yes, Boss?”
“That wasn’t a call. That was just for your pleasure.”
“Thanks, Boss.”

“Welcome to Slave Training.  This show is the beginning of a set where we follow the training of a set of young slaves.  They are starting fresh, with no bad habits to break.  The goal of the training is to make them good slaves for their owners.  Jillian, show us how it’s done.”

“Thank you, Jimmy.  The slaves in this class are all 18 and brand-new conversions.  We’ll get some of them to tell their stories in some of the upcoming shows.  They are all lovely, healthy, and submissive girls, so it isn’t going to be about breaking them or correcting something.  This is about teaching them about being a good slave, about submission, about being a good fuck toy, and about pleasing the owner.  This next part was taped earlier — it is the introductory lecture.”

The scene switched to the training floor.  Jillian was standing in front of twelve young, nude women.  She was nude, as always while training slaves, and carrying her signature whip.  Each of the trainees was standing handcuffed behind her back and wearing a wide leather collar fastened on with a large brass padlock.  “Welcome, new trainees, to Jillian’s Slave Training Studio.  I have been engaged to introduce you to things you need to know for your new lives.  We’ll start with me asking you questions.  Don’t worry about giving a wrong answer.  You will only be punished for being disrespectful.  Do any of you know why you are handcuffed?”

One black haired beauty spoke up.  “To keep us from attacking you?”

Jillian laughed.  “We checked you over carefully before putting you in this group.  We have no fear of you attacking us.  We can deal with any slave that tries, and the training that such a slave gets afterward is not pretty.  Anyone else?”

A blonde spoke.  “To drill into us that we are slaves?”

“Correct.  A lot of new slaves don’t get the point from plain nudity.  They see that I’m nude, and that my pain slaves are nude, and think that they are just as free.  We are also slaves, but we are in charge of you.  The handcuffs and a lot of the other restrictions we put on you are to drill it deeply into your mind that you are slaves, that you are to submit to the authority of your owner and your owner’s representatives, which for the training period we are, and that you have no free action or decision-making authority that you are not explicitly granted.  We will be in control of your bodies.  If you need to expel waste, you must request permission.  Most owners find it simpler in practice to give slaves limited authority to deal with low-level matters, and some even give slaves broad authority.  What you need to learn, though, is that unless you are given permission, you have no decision powers and no authority.  Now, we move on.”  Jillian reached out and grasped a trainee’s breast.  “Whose breast is this?”

“Mine,” said the confused slave.

“Wrong.  Anyone else?”

“Her owner’s.  He owns it too.”

“Correct.  What about this?”  Jillian put her hand on the slave’s pussy.  This time, the slave said, “My owner’s.”

“Correct.  Who controls what goes into it?”

“He does.”

“Also correct.”  Jillian stepped back and looked out over the slaves.  “Sit down, on the floor.”

Some of the slaves sat gracefully;  others struggled.  One nearly fell down.  Jillian offered no assistance.  When they were all settled on the floor, she said, “Stand up.”

About half of the slaves looked annoyed.  The rest looked resigned.  Some managed to rise easily by gracefully using their legs.  The rest lurched onto knees, then struggled to get to their feet.  When the bumbling ballet was done, Jillian nodded at the group.  “Sit down.”

All but one of them resignedly started the process of lowering themselves to the floor.  The last one looked sharply at Jillian and opened her mouth, but at the last moment shut it and started to sit.  Jillian laughed.

“You are beginning to get it.”

When they were all on the floor again, Jillian asked, “What was the point of that exercise?”

“To drill into us that we are slaves?”

“It has that effect, but it has another purpose.”

“To get us to obey?”

“That, too.  Any other reasons for me to do that?”

“To get us used to sitting and getting up handcuffed.”

“It does have that benefit as well, but we will have more training in that later, as well as doing it in high heels.  However, there is another reason for me to have you sit and stand without any particular obvious reason.  Anyone?”

One slave in the back looked at Jillian.  Her look was like the bright student that knew the answer but was too shy to raise her hand.  Jillian decided to play elementary school teacher and pointed at her.  “What do you think?”

“Because it amused you.”

“Good answer.  It also amuses the viewing audience.  Your owners will be entertaining themselves with you.  They will use you for work and sex, and they will entertain themselves with you.  Almost all slave owners play dominance games, doing things that have no real value other than to establish dominance over slaves.  Handcuffs when you aren’t working, leg chains when you haven’t shown the inclination to run, chastity belts, all kinds of things.  Get used to it.  Most of them tire of it after a while, but some get attached to one or more rituals and keep them.  What happens if you get tired of them and complain or rebel?”

The shy one answered without prompting.  “It could be anything from a rebuke to snuffing.”

“Correct!”

The one who had nearly mouthed off to Jillian spoke.  “What gives them the right to play with us like that?”

Jillian laughed.  She pointed at the last speaker and said, “Stand up.”

The slave clumsily raised herself.  Jillian spoke again.  “How long have you been a slave?”

“A week.”

“How did you get enslaved?”

“My husband decided out of the blue to enslave me.”

“Have you seen slaves around?  What one thing have you seen done that brings home the fact that a slave is a slave?”

“I saw one being led by a chain to a clit ring while she was handcuffed and gagged.”

“Good example.”  She nodded to a pain slave who was waiting just out of the view of the camera.  Very shortly after that, two pain slaves came into the scene carrying a chain, a ball gag, and something small.

“We don’t have the equipment right here to put in a clit ring, and it would take too long, so we’ll just use a nipple clamp.”

One pain slave put the ball gag on the trainee, while the other clamped the nipple clamp on the trainee’s clit.  The trainee yelped through the gag, but she didn’t resist them.  She had learned something, it appeared.  The pain slave with the clamp attached a chain to the clamp and handed the end of the chain leash to Jillian.  Jillian tugged on the leash and the nude, handcuffed, gagged, and clit-clamped slave clumsily followed her as Jillian walked around the other trainees.  Jillian stopped, but the trainee didn’t, until Jillian yanked on the chain sharply.  The trainee’s face was bright red with embarrassment.

“Do you feel more like a slave now?”  The trainee nodded.  Jillian handed the leash to a pain slave and said, “Keep her standing here and keep upward tension on the leash.”  The pain slave complied, making the trainee’s clit stand up like a peak to her obvious discomfort.

“Ownership gives them the right, just like ownership of a lawnmower means the right to use it, or ownership of a computer means the owner can use it for his own purposes.  You might as well forget about the word ‘right’ except as an affirmation or direction.  You have no rights.  None.  If your owner wants you to be handcuffed, gagged, and led around like this, that’s what happens.  If he wants to fuck you in what you consider an undignified manner, that’s what happens.  You have no dignity.  If it amuses him to hang a noose from the ceiling and put you in it and tighten it up so you have difficulty breathing, welcome to slavery.  If he gets sick of you and your lack of servility and he strangles you, what happens?”

The bright student eventually answered, “I die.”

“Correct.  What can you do to reduce the chances of that happening?”

A different slave took on that question.  “Do what were are told, be completely submissive, and act like slaves.”

“Yes, unless you are given other orders.  Your owner may want to treat you like an employee for most purposes, or a wife, or a prostitute, or a pony, or a dog.  You take your assigned place and the rules your owner sets up, and you adhere to them faithfully.”

“That doesn’t guarantee we stay alive.”

“True.  Nothing guarantees that.  It just makes it a lot more likely.  If you do what they want and behave the way they want, you become a valuable asset.  Some owners of a valuable asset let the asset deteriorate and don’t take care of it, like a car, but most owners of valuable assets take care of the things that they value.  You want to be valued.”  Jillian nodded at the standing, uncomfortable trainee.  “Sit down.”

She hesitated, looking like she expected the gag and clamp to be removed first, but she thought twice and sat as quickly as she could.  “Very good.  You are learning.  Do you have any rights?”  The trainee shook her head no.

“I’m going to make some guesses.  You nod or shake your head in response. You reduced the frequency of sex, didn’t you?”

The gagged slave nodded.  “You griped at him about things that he did that bothered you?”  She nodded again.  “You married him right out of high school and started treating him the way you saw your mother treat your father?”  Another nod.  “That explains you being here.  Your husband is not your father.  He is used to seeing women obey, and he wants sex when he wants it.  You didn’t provide it.  He enslaved you to enforce his will.  Maybe, if you do what he wants and don’t go back to bitching, he will treat you like a wife again, but don’t count on it.  And don’t ever try to withhold sex.”

Jillian looked over the new trainees and made a decision.  “It’s been a long day here, and a long day for most of you.  Training is best done when the trainee is rested.  We have one more thing to introduce you to before you eat.  After that, we’ll change your chains so you can have one hand free to eat, and after that it will be bed time.  Remember that you don’t own your bodies any more, and that you must have permission to do anything but breathe.  If you must expel waste, ask a pain slave.  They will take you to a toilet.  They may also extract a price from you for doing it.”  Jillian called to her staff, “Put them on posts.”

The camera crews were busy for a few minutes as the trainees were taken to a row of whipping posts.  Each trainee had two pain slaves during the transfer.  They removed the handcuffs, attached leather wrist cuffs, and hung the girls from the top of the posts by their wrists.  After they were all attached, Jillian walked down the row, examining each in turn.  The one that hadn’t felt like a slave wasn’t gagged anymore, but the nipple clamp was still on her clit.  Jillian released it and handed it to a pain slave, then waited and smiled as the return of the blood flow made the hanging slave whimper.  At the far end of the line, she spoke to the line of suspended girls.  “You probably have seen slaves whipped.  You have not, probably, thought much about being whipped.  It is both worse and not as bad as you might think.  The pain is worse, but it doesn’t last all that long when done competently.  Almost all slaves are whipped or chastised, and you need to know how it feels and to learn to take it.  The best strategy, of course, is not to deserve it, but that doesn’t always work, and some owners just like to whip.  Tonight, you will all get three strokes:  one on your breasts, on on your abdomen, and one on the front of your thighs.  They won’t be done at the same time.  The pain of the first would interfere with you enjoying the pain of the other two.  I will walk down the row, giving you each one of the three, then repeat that twice more.  Any slave that screams too much will receive more strokes.”  She didn’t explain what too much screaming was.  Ambiguity was good for stress, and these girls were being stressed.

She lashed the first dangling girl across the breasts.  She shrieked, briefly.  Jillian moved on to lash each of the trainees across the breasts.  Most yelped, but tried to keep the volume down and stopped quickly.  The girl who hadn’t felt much like a slave yelled the loudest and longest, so Jillian returned to her and put a second stripe across her breasts.  The second time appeared to get the point across;  she was much quieter.  Jillian then moved back to the beginning of the line and put a stripe over each girl’s abdomen.  Most were quiet, only whimpering a little.  Jillian looked at them with satisfaction after the abdominal stripes were done.  “Very good, for the second lash.  You girls seem to be getting it faster than most.”  She went back to the starting trainee and lashed each trainee’s thighs, with even less reaction than the second lashings.  After that, the girls hung there for a few minutes as the mobile camera men showed the viewers the stripes forming on the skin, and the obviously wet pussies on six of the girls.  After they were done with their inspection, Jillian ordered the girls taken down and chained.  This time, instead of handcuffs, they used belly chains that kept the wrists at the trainee’s sides.  When all were properly chained, Jillian said, “Off to dinner, ladies.  And remember, any of you can be taken away at any time for any reason, like a punishment, a lesson, or just because one of the pain slaves wants you to please her orally or otherwise.”  The trainees followed the pain slaves away.

The taped segment ended, and Jimmy and Jillian came back on.  “What’s up for the new trainees next?” asked Jimmy.

Jillian replied, “Like I told them, dinner.  They get to eat with their fingers, and use one hand.  Sometime in the next hour, most of them will need to use the toilet, and that’s when they get a big lesson in being a slave.  I won’t describe it;  I’ll let the visuals explain.”

Jimmy told the audience, “After the commercial break, we’ll show excerpts from the rest of the evening that these slaves enjoy.”

Jillian laughed.  “Some of them didn’t enjoy it much.”

The commercials were for heavier but more comfortable handcuffs that damaged slaves less when worn for long periods, and accessories such as ankle cuffs and connecting chains for the ankle cuffs and collars.  There was also a commercial for a system of electronic punishment and control devices, including radio-controlled collars with shockers, radio-controlled dildos and butt plugs with shock and pleasure settings, and radio-controlled cuffs for wrists and ankles and belts that allowed the collar radio to lock and unlock links between them.  The final commercial was for a new game, sort of like Twister, but with a rigid surface with poles of various lengths that cuffs on the slaves playing the game were to be locked to;  it was called Wrencher.

“Welcome back to Slave Training.  Here’s a set of clips of the new slaves in their evening activities.”

It started with the slaves at dinner.  They each had one hand free from the belly chains, but they were wearing short leg irons.  It also appeared that each girl had her off hand free, making things clumsier.  The meal was fruit and loose meat, with no utensils, making them use their fingers, and getting them rather messy.  One girl finally asked a pain slave to let her use the toilet.  The pain slave locked up her free hand and led her away.  The clip changed to show her sit on a toilet with no seat.  When she was done, she said, “Will you unlock me to wipe?”

“No.  You can ask to be wiped, but the price is licking the wiper.”

The girl hesitated.  She obviously didn’t want to do oral sex on the pain slave, but she was dripping and didn’t want not to get wiped.  She finally said, “I’ll lick.”

“Good girl.  I’ll wipe you off.”  The pain slave wiped her bottom, and also cleaned off the sticky mess from dinner, then stood with her legs apart and said, “Begin.”

The young slave knelt in front of her and clumsily stuck her tongue to the pain slave’s slit, and clumsily attempted to please her.  Finally the pain slave gave a twitch and said, “That’s enough.  I got off, but just barely.  I’ll make a note that you need a lot of training and practice at that.  You should practice with the other trainees.”

There was a series of clips showing the same sequence of events.  Some girls were obviously experienced at cunt lapping.  Others were not, but weren’t reluctant to do what was demanded.  One, however, was.  She flatly refused to lick her pain slave, who flatly refused to wipe the trainee.  She wore the stink of urine and the sticky remains of dinner for the rest of the evening.

Another scene came on, with all the girls in a room with lots of cots in it.  They were all chained with the belly chains, but the leg irons were gone.  There were no pain slaves present, and it appeared that they were being filmed with hidden cameras.  Some sat and conversed, and some sat by themselves, silently brooding.  One girl finally approached another.  “I was told I needed to practice.  If I lick you, will you lick me?”  The second girl assented, and stood with her legs apart to receive pleasure.  “Talk to me and tell me what I need to do.”  The standing girl gave a stream of comments and instructions to the licker, and finally shuddered.  The kneeling girl stood, and the other one knelt to return the favor.  This had attracted most of the other girls, who came over to watch.  One finally asked them, after the second girl came, “Why did you do that?”

“They told me to practice.  I think they’ll train us in most of this stuff, but one of the pain slaves told me to practice.  Anyhow, we might as well get what comfort we can.”

After that, the girls started pairing off and pleasing each other.  The one that had refused to lick the pain slave looked forlorn;  she obviously had a hard time with performing oral sex on another woman, but it was becoming clear to her that she needed to do it.  On top of that, no one wanted to please her because she hadn’t been wiped.  She finally approached the pain slave on duty at the door and offered to lick in exchange for getting cleaned.  The pain slave said, “Lick first,” then stood in front of the somewhat-repentant slave.  The licking she got was so-so, but good enough to get cleaned up.  When she returned to her fellow trainees, she hesitantly approached one of them to exchange favors. The other slave agreed and even went first.  She was one of the experienced cunt-lappers, and the experience was sublime.  When the roles reversed, the licker was guided carefully to improve her performance.  All of this was shown in some detail on the Slave Training broadcast.

The show returned to Jillian and Jimmy.  “That’s it for this episode of ‘Slave Training.’  Be sure to watch our next episodes to see how we encourage them to be good slaves.”  The credits rolled, and Jimmy and Jillian walked off-camera, him with his hand on her ass.

Back in Jillian’s office, he started to discuss some things about upcoming shows, but she knelt in front of him, opened his fly, pulled out his cock, and started sucking it.  He stopped talking and stood there enjoying the sensation.  She got him hard, then started stroking her lips up and down his shaft.  Suddenly, he pulled back.  She looked up in surprise, only to smile when she saw him pointing at her desk.  She bent over it and spread her legs, and he entered her from behind and started a furious fucking.  He managed to last a while, then erupted within her.  When he was done, he pulled out.  Jillian turned, knelt again, and cleaned him off with her mouth, as his semen dripped out of her.

He asked, “Doesn’t that dripping bother you?”

“When I was free and had to dress, it would have.  Now I just stay naked and enjoy the feeling of it.  When it dries, it itches, so I clean it off then.  Thank you for giving it to me.”

“Thank you for the suggestion.”

“Are you staying tonight?”

“I have to go back to the office for a meeting.  I’ll probably get to watch our little rendezvous on tape and have them ask me to put it on the show.”

“No, you won’t.  I cut the cameras on this area when we got here.”

“Good.  Come by my place this evening, if you can.”

“I’ll have to be here.  If you want any, you’ll have to come here.”

“I’ll do that.  Thanks for the key, by the way.”

“I have some special business with one of the slaves in that group.  I would appreciate it if you didn’t put that in the show.”

“Which one?”

“If you get here about 10, I’ll have her in my quarters and you can see.”

“Will that keep us from our recreational activities?”

“She’s a slave.  We can so anything we want in front of her.”

As the evening wore on, various slaves were removed from their dorm and returned later.  Several came back with fresh whip stripes.  Others told their fellows that they had been interviewed about how they were enslaved and what they thought their owners wanted.  Finally, the “shy student” slave was taken from the room, just before the lights were turned out.

The trainee was led by leash to the door of Jillian’s quarters and fastened there.  A few minutes later, Donna came out and led her inside.

Jillian hugged the young slave and said, “Welcome to my place, cousin!”

“Hi, Jillian.  Thanks for taking me in.  I did what Dad told me and didn’t act like I recognized you or Donna.”

Donna was removing her hands from the belly chain.  “You did well.  I was afraid you might beg during the whipping and make us edit the scene.”

“I knew it would be difficult.  I already understand that I’m a slave and have to do as I am told.”

Jillian said, “Yes, Belinda, but you are my slave, and my cousin, and although I want you to go through this training, I want you to understand that you are safe now.  Your father was afraid that his creditors might press him to enslave you and sell you off to reduce his debt.  Your voluntary enslavement to me, without him being involved legally, made that impossible.  You are smart, beautiful, sexy, and quite submissive.  I will arrange to continue your education after a while.  I do want you to go through the training program for your own sake.  Your trust fund from your mother was made safe by the enslavement contract.”

“Thank you for that, Jillian.  How is it that slaves should show gratitude to their owners?  Should I lick you?”

“Not now.  You may have to in the show, but that isn’t necessary between us.  Jimmy should be getting here soon.  I’ll introduce you.”

“I always figured he was more than just a guy on the show.”

“He wasn’t, not for a long time.  He finally got up the courage to approach me.”

“He needed courage to approach a slave?” asked Belinda.

“I wasn’t his slave, and I am quite the domme, to other females.  Anyway, he makes me happy, and I’m happy to be his slave, emotionally if not legally.  I’ll let him have you if he wants you;  all of my slaves are available to him.”

“Thank you for that, cousin.”

“Don’t thank me, thank him, if he chooses to use you.  Sometime he likes to take slaves in rather stringent bondage.”

“Even better.”

Donna commented, “Oh, we have a fledgling pain slut here, Jillian.  That’s good.  We should encourage that.”

“Yes, we should.  I’m not sure how to employ her after the initial training.”

“We could use her as a pain slave here in the studio.”

“Yes, but that would look a little funny after being in a training class.”

“True.  What else did you have in mind?”

“I could loan her to a suck bar as a sucker for a few months.”

“You’d let them kill her with a noose suck?”

Belinda flinched when Donna asked that.  Jillian laughed and caressed Belinda’s breast.  “No, of course not.  I know the owner of Sucker’s.  He’d make her a white-collar sucker that doesn’t get the noose sucks, and anyway, they don’t do fatal noose sucks there any more.  It seems to make the slaves that do get the noose sucks a little less lethargic in general.”

Belinda appeared to appreciate the fondling that Jillian was giving her.  She asked, “So, you are officially my owner?”

“I’m the primary custodian of the trust that owns you, along with Donna and a few other of my slaves.  That makes the enslavement contract an asset contract, as you are an asset of the trust.  It gives the contract certain legal standing.  In practice, or course, it doesn’t make a lot of difference from you being my slave directly.  It is legal for slaves to own slaves.  Now, I’d like to tell you what you need to do.  I want you to complete the training session you are in, and I don’t want it to get into the show that you are anything other than a slave being trained.  You’ll be chained, fed, made to lick, suck, and fuck, whipped, and everything else, along with the other trainees.  I think you’ll do fine.  None of it is very difficult unless the trainee doesn’t accept that she is a slave and has to submit.  You already understand that.”

There was a knock on the door, and Donna went to open it.  “Hi, Jimmy, come on in.”  Jimmy came in, and Donna closed and locked the door behind him.  He went to Jillian and kissed her hard while rubbing her breast.

“Jimmy, if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to make the introductions until after we do it.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”  He stopped and smiled at her.  “Who do I need to be introduced to?”

“This is my cousin Belinda.  She is now my slave after her voluntary conversion.  Her father is in deep financial trouble, and one of his creditors told him that if he converted Belinda and gave her to him, he would make most of the financial problems go away.  He knew what the guy had in mind for Belinda, so he had her volunteer for slavery to me.  I wrote up a contract that protects her and made her the property of the slave trust that owns my closest personal slaves.  I have most of her stuff boxed up in a storeroom.  I’m having her go through the training even though she already knows most of it.”

Jimmy smiled and shook Belinda’s hand.  “A pleasure to meet you.”  He turned back to Jillian.  “Off limits, I suppose?”

“Not at all.  You have free access to all of my slaves, including her.”

“Not tonight, though.  Tonight I want you.”

“Thank you for that.  Belinda, you should be back in the trainee dorm soon.  Donna will get you some more food and let you clean up.  Tell the other girls that you were interviewed, but don’t give them any details.”

Donna led Belinda off.  “Of course I have to do this, so I don’t get to play with Jimmy.”

“When you are done, come back.  He may want to whip someone.”  Donna smiled back at Jillian and Jimmy.  It was a game they played all the time.

When they were alone, Jillian got down on her knees in front of Jimmy and looked up at him.  “What is your pleasure, my lord and master?”

“The same as always.  The use of your body for pleasure and knowing that I have given you pleasure.  Let’s go to bed.”  She rose and walked with him.

As he undressed in her bedroom, she asked him, “You have put me in bondage for sex, but you’ve never whipped me.  Do I not please you that way?”

He looked at her and said, “I didn’t get the feeling that being whipped made you happy.  Whipping isn’t a source of sexual pleasure for me.”

“Not for me, on myself, either.  I just want to know that I am pleasing you and being your devoted slave, and that your not whipping me wasn’t interfering.”

Jimmy took her in his arms.  “I am pleased with you.  You please me with your body, your devotion, and your submission.  You also please me with your love.  If I want something, I’ll let you know.  Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you, master.  Please chain me to the bed.”

“Of course, if that’s what you need.”

Bill led Jane down the sidewalk. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, but she was wearing shoes and allowed to walk beside Bill. She finally asked him, “What’s up? You didn’t do a lot of public nude exhibition before, and now you are. You have also been binding me and leaving me alone. Have I displeased you?”

He looked at her. “You don’t like being bound and left alone?”

“Being chained to the chair during the last slave swap bored me out of my mind.”

“Who ended up with you?”

“No one. I didn’t get any sex.”

“No, but you did get good and bombed, as I recall.”

She laughed, “So I did get some good out of it.”

He laughed too. “Yes. Well, to answer your question, I’ve been feeling a little more masterful lately. This outing, however, has another reason. Some woman has been screaming at men leading slaves in the park, threatening violence. A few of us are leading our slaves around this evening while plainclothes police are waiting to see what happens.”

“So now I’m crime bait.”

“That and eye candy. I like being around you, I like you nude, and I like being around you nude. I also like getting admiring glances. I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get home.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

They made small talk as they strolled to the park. Jane noticed that there were quite a few nude, chained women being led along sidewalks and trails in the open woods of the park. She also noticed several men sitting on benches, watching the park. She watched the situation as they strolled along paths. Bill finally said, “There’s Jake over there with Sally. Let’s go talk to them.”

She followed along. She said, “I didn’t know Sally was a slave.”

“Just last week.”

Jane noticed something. There was a woman standing behind a clump of bushes watching everything that was going on. She was only ten feet from the path that Bill and Jane were on, near the place where Bill would meet Jake at the current walking pace. “Bill, please, let’s stop here. Pretend to check your shoe or something.”

Bill stopped and looked at the sole of his shoe, then said, “What’s going on?”

Jane said, “Just ahead, just this side of where Jake and Sally are, there is a woman hiding behind the bushes. If she is the one, I wanted to keep you away from her.”

Bill looked, and at that moment the woman came running out of the bushes yelling. “You brute! You cad! Enslaving a woman for your pleasure and her death! Death to all of you sick perverts!” She swung her purse at Jake’s head, which caught a glancing blow as he ducked. He dropped like a rock. “Sisters unite and throw off the yoke of slavery!” Sally was frozen in place with fear. Bill dropped Jane’s leash and ran to the scene. Jane yelled, “Sally! Come here!” Sally stumbled toward Jane, leaving the ranting woman preparing to kick Jake in the head. Before she could kick, Bill tackled her to the ground and held her there with one arm twisted up behind her back. Jane walked forward to meet Sally. They were both almost helpless with their hands handcuffed behind them; Jane just wanted Sally out of the area of the fight. Two of the men that Jane had seen sitting on benches arrived just after the tackle and grabbed the woman, and then efficiently handcuffed her hand and foot. Bill immediately moved to check on Jake, who was on his back on the ground holding his head.

“Officer, he’s bleeding and he may have a concussion. Please call an ambulance!” One of the two men who had cuffed the still-screaming woman said, “Right!” and pulled out a radio, which he used to call for help. Jane just tried to calm Sally down; she was almost incoherent. When the ambulance and police cars showed up a few minutes later, they drove across the grass to the scene of the attack. Bill withdrew from the vicinity as the ambulance crew examined Jake and got him ready to go on the gurney. The cop that had called on the radio said, “Bill, if you could stick around for a few minutes, we’d appreciate it.”

“No problem. I just want to check on Jane and Sally. You might want to check in her purse; that was a really hard whack for just a purse.” The officer nodded and leaned down to the purse, which had flown away from the woman when Bill tackled her. He pulled on some plastic gloves, then opened the purse.

“It has a brick in it!” The cop pulled out a plastic evidence bag and put the purse in it, then handed it to a uniformed officer that seemed to be taking charge of the crime scene.

Bill went to Jane and Sally. “Sally, are you hurt? Jane, are you OK?”

Jane said, “I’m fine. She hasn’t spoken. I think she’s in shock. If you would take off the cuffs I could help her.” Bill immediately removed Jane’s cuffs, and while Jane embraced Sally, he went behind her and unlocked Sally’s cuffs. After that, he went back to the officer that had asked him to stay. “Is it all right if Jane and Sally leave? Sally’s really shook up. Jane will take her home.”

The cop said, “Sure. We have plenty of witnesses, with the two police officers and you, and several others that have given statements to other officers. You were the closest to the scene with the best view of it, so we’ll want your detailed statement. I’ll get another investigator and we can all go sit at a picnic table and get it done.” Bill nodded and turned to Jane. “Come here. Here is the house key. Take her home, make sure she’s OK, and wait for me there.”

“I will.” She took the key, took Sally’s hand, and led her out of the park.

Sally finally spoke. “He wanted to go for a walk. He said something about a lunatic.”

“She has been causing problems lately. All the men with naked slaves were bait. I guess they didn’t expect the attack.”

Sally was silent for the rest of the walk to Jane’s home. Jane got them inside, made sure the door was locked, and got Sally to sit on the couch. She poured them both some wine and had Sally drink it. “This may calm you down.”

Sally was shaking. Jane decided to talk about something else. “Why were you enslaved?”

Sally looked up with tears in her eyes. “Jake and I had thought about it for a long time. We finally decided that if I trusted him, I would be his slave. It was glorious until just now. It restarted our sex life. He paid a lot more attention to me. It seemed wonderful. What will happen to me if he dies?” She wailed the last part. Jane knew that she would be part of the estate, to be probated away. If there were no heirs, she hoped he had updated his will, or there was something in the enslaving agreement about it. She decided not to talk about it directly. “You’ll have to ask Jake. He wasn’t unconscious. He was holding his head. The ambulance got there quickly. He will be fine. I’ll ask Bill to go to the hospital to check on him. We’ll stay here and wait for word from him.”

Sally sat, weeping and shaking. The phone rang. Jane looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Bill’s cell phone. “Hello, dear. What’s going on?”

“They don’t know who the attacker is. She had no ID and she isn’t talking. I’m going to go to the hospital to see about Jake. How’s Sally?”

“About like you’d expect, nearly incoherent. Please call as soon as you know something.”

“Will do. Is the door locked?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Bye.”

She hung up the phone and saw that Sally was a little more composed. Se sat next to her on the couch and hugged her tight. Sally hugged back even more tightly. Much to Jane’s surprise, Sally kissed Jane, then said, “I need something to help me keep it together. Will you help me?”

Jane reached for Sally’s breast and said, “Yes, I will.”

An hour later the phone rand. Jane saw that it was Bill’s cell phone on the caller ID and answered it. “Jane, it’s Bill. Jake will be OK. Nothing got broken and they don’t think he has a concussion or any bleeding inside. He just has a huge headache. I’m taking him home now. Can you get Sally to her house?”

“I’ll get her there. I’m dressing.”

“That’s fine.” He hung up. Jane passed the news on to Sally, who sobbed with relief.

Jane threw on some casual clothes, then got out a sweatsuit for Sally. “This will fit you like a tent, but it’s better than naked. Can you get in your house without a key?”

“Yes, I can give my collar a voice command to unlock the back door.” Jane thought, I’m going to have to ask Bill to set that up for me.

Jane drove her to her house and went in to wait with her. It was a little over an hour later when Bill came in the house with Jake. He sat on the couch and moaned a bit, then said, “Sally, are you OK?”

“Yes. That’s what I’m supposed to ask you! That crazy woman tried to kill you!” She sat by him and put her head on his shoulder.

Bill said, “Are you OK? Do you want me to stick around?”

Jake said, “No, we’ll be OK. Go on home. Thanks for the help and for taking care of Sally.”

“Any time.” He led Jane outside.

“I see you brought your car, so drive home and I’ll see you there.”

A few minutes later Jane was in the kitchen pouring some wine for them. “Did they figure out who that woman was?”

“She wouldn’t talk. They think she matches the description and picture of an escaped slave. Her back was scarred from whipping. They think she went nuts and ran off. A runaway slave that attacks a man, nuts or not, is going to die painfully, but that will have to wait for a positive ID.”

Jane sat silent for a while, then said, “Sally asked a question that I also need to ask. She wondered what would happen to her if Jake died. What will happen to me if you die?”

Bill smiled. “I took care of that in my will. I was just going to have you freed, but my lawyer said that the state discourages that because they are afraid that slaves will kill their owners to get freed. I set up a provision for a trust to take over ownership and provide for you. It will hold all my assets.”

She hugged him. “The only way I would kill you is by fucking you to death.”

He smiled wider. “What a way to go!”

“You promised to fuck my brains out when we got home. Do you want me to get in the pillory?”

“No, after that little adventure I want a good, hard, slam-bang missionary position fuck. Let’s go.”

She was under him and skewered by him shortly after that. He had spoken the truth; it was a hard-charging full-bore fucking. She responded with wild abandon, pushing back hard and digging her nails into his back. They both came at the same time. Her spasms shook her whole body, and her pussy held him so tightly that he couldn’t keep pumping inside her. When the orgasms ended, they didn’t move. He was draped over her, breathing heavily. She held him tightly, still trembling. She finally said, “Are you OK? Speak to me.”

“What a way to go!” He laughed, and she joined him.

Several days after her encounter with Paul, Jane was feeling horny. She was alone in the house while her husband worked, and all the household chores were done. She thought for a while, then went and put an empty flower pot on the deck railing. About half an hour later the phone rang. “Jane, this is Paul. I saw the flower pot.”

“Good. Please come into my back yard. I’ll meet you out there. Bring condoms.”

She took the flower pot down and put it in a hidden area where she kept chair cushions, then went down to the yard and met Paul as he came in. He shut the gate and went to her. She gave him a big hug.

“Have you tried to get together with any girls your age?”

“No, not yet. It makes me nervous.”

“And I don’t?”

He smiled. “Not as much, especially after you invited me in the other day.”

She smiled back. “That was a good encounter. I was serious, though, about letting you get dependent on me. It would be bad for both of us. After this, I won’t let you get physical with me again until you have at least asked a girl for a date.”

“I’ll ask.”

She led him to the garden shed. “Instead of doing it in the open, or inside my house, we will have our fun in here. If we started inside my house, we might get careless.” She opened the door and led him inside. The building was spacious enough, and had an open area where Jane put lawn chair cushions. “It’s practice time. Go ahead and try to get me in the mood.”

Paul kissed her, tentatively. Jane helped him out, showing him how to make it better. He finally embraced her and held her to him while he kissed. After a while he softly stroked her breasts with one hand, bringing a gasp of pleasure from Jane. “That’s it, Paul. You are beginning to understand.” He kept it up, stroking her breasts and her belly. He finally got brave and lightly stroked her furrow, and Jane gave a long, low moan of pleasure. He kept up the breast and pussy stroking, then finally found her clitoris. That brought a louder moan of pleasure. “Please, let’s lie down. You might want to take your clothes off.” He stripped and lay next to her, keeping up the stimulation. He eventually moved between her legs and she guided him inside after putting a condom on him. He lasted considerably longer this time, long enough for her to have an orgasm too.

She held him tight. “You are inexperienced, but you seem to understand. It’s the introverts that seem to do the best. I think it’s because they think about it. I’ll go back to my house, and you go back to yours.”

“You are afraid that your husband will find out? Should I stop? I don’t want to make him mad so he hurts you.”

“I doubt he would. Keeping it secret is a bit of rebellion for me, and it makes it more of a turn-on. I expect if I asked him, he’d say to go ahead.”

That evening, Bill had her cuffed, gagged, and on his lap while he watched “Training the Slave Wife.” It was a show on dealing with griping and bitching, which was a common theme. It seemed that a lot of men sent their newly-enslaved wives to the slave training studio to get that trained out of them. Jillian said, “Whipping isn’t an effective method for dealing with bitching. It doesn’t work for most women that have become bitchy enough to be enslaved to stop it. That doesn’t mean that pain isn’t the answer. It seems that pain must be applied properly and with the right timing to deal with the problem.” She walked over to one slave that was suspended by her wrists. “This slave is responding well to a shock collar that is set to shock her if she speaks louder than a whisper. She doesn’t bitch when she whispers. As we increase the speaking volume limit, she tends to add a bit of bitching in. It is important that a punishment shock be given immediately upon hearing bitching and the volume limit must be reduced to a whisper again, making her work her way back up in the same slow manner. It is a slow process, but her owner doesn’t want to hurt her any more than he has to, and he is willing to take a few months to train her. Hanging around like this now and then reinforces the slave mind-set, as does chaining her at night and for sex. Her owner says that he will chain her for sex for the foreseeable future, but he agrees with our training regimen that night-chaining should be reduced gradually as good behavior persists.” Jillian caressed the slave’s breasts, getting a low moan in response. “We’ll have her pleasure several of my slaves after the show. If she’s a good girl like she has been during this training session, we’ll have one of the studio slaves pleasure her. What do you think of that, my dear?” she asked the dangling slave, while stimulating a nipple. The slave moaned again and nodded her head.

Jane thought the woman looked familiar, then she realized that she was the wife of a co-worker of Bill’s. Jane was amazed that gentle persuasion and a few shocks were calming her down; she was hell on wheels with other women, running roughshod over anyone in her path.

Jillian turned to another slave who was suspended in a bondage frame upside-down in an X position. “This one is a hard case. Her husband let her go too far before enslaving her and sending her to us. We finally had to make her a resident trainee to apply stringent and continuous discipline. Her course of discipline does include whipping, but that is for general behavioral modification, not just stopping her bitching. Here we try a simple response conditioning. We have a powerful shock dildo inside her. We annoy her a little at a time with light breast whipping, and when she starts bitching we shock her good. She has music playing near her head, so she didn’t hear that. Let’s watch. Melinda, proceed.”

Melinda took a riding crop and snapped it at the upside-down slave’s breasts, alternating between them. Slaves who had experienced the crop and experienced whippers knew that the severity of the blows was light, but the sensations built up. After twelve snaps, the slave gave out a guttural cry, then said, loudly, “Why do you keep doing that!”

Jillian pushed a button on a remote control and the yell transformed into a scream. When Jillian let up on the button, the scream trailed off into sobs, then silence. Melinda started the breast whipping again. This time it took thirty snaps to get a verbal response, followed by another scream as Jillian shocked her. Jillian passed the remote to another pain slave so the training could continue.

Jillian walked over to where Jimmy stood. She spoke to the camera. “The producers found a bit of activity that the studio camera caught a few days ago after the film crews for the show left. They thought it was instructive and wanted to show it. Jimmy here was embarrassed, but we talked him into it.”

The scene cut to Melinda handing Jimmy the crop and lacing her fingers behind her head, then receiving a pop in the breast, light strokes of the tip on both nipples and her cunt, then a pop on her other breast and her pussy, with Jimmy touching her and getting his hand licked off.

Jillian said, “Melinda came twice during that little interaction. At Jimmy’s instruction, she assumed another position.”

The scene continued with Melinda bent over the pillory with her hands behind her head, and Jimmy cropping her, touching her, and entering her. It showed her haveng two obvious orgasms as he snapped her breasts, then withdrew, and she cleaned him off.

The scene came back to Jillian and Jimmy. Jimmy looked a little embarrassed, but gamely smiled. Jillian continued. “Melinda likes pain, and I torment her by denying it. Jimmy took advantage of a long dry spell for her and brought her to at least four orgasms with eight relatively light strokes with the crop.” She turned to him and asked, “Why didn’t you restrain her?”

“I knew she liked it, and she wanted it, so I did a free whipping. She had to stand still to get what she wanted. She’s a very well trained slave. She thanked me for whipping her.”

“And why didn’t you pound into her?”

He smiled. “I had another appointment. That was a warm up. My presence inside her enhanced her pleasure. I like it when my pleasure slaves enjoy the experience too. She liked the pain I gave her, and I liked her responses. I reserved torture for the next slave I dealt with.”

The lighting of the set nearly covered Jillian’s blush, but those who were watching carefully caught it. She spoke to the audience, “Owners, with the proper training you can bring your slaves to orgasm around you with light whipping, ceremony, or simple commands. The next few shows will be about the training it takes to get orgasm control, both denial and active release. There are a lot of owners that prohibit orgasms without permission, but I discourage that, at least during sex. You want the slave to be enthusiastic, and orgasm is part of that. With the proper training, the slave orgasm can be triggered at the right time for the master’s pleasure. Slaves can also be conditioned not to orgasm with masturbation without an order; it can be built right into them. We will show you techniques we use to train slaves to these exacting standards over the next few shows. We will also be following some of the bitches that we are de-bitching and showing you their progress.” At that point, there was another scream. “It sounds like it is taking longer between bitchings for her, so we are making progress. Please watch our next show for valuable slave training tips.” The credits rolled as Jimmy and Jillian waved and walked off the set. The camera showed the upside-down slave being breast-whipped until the end of the credits.

Bill turned off the TV and spent a long time playing with her breasts and pussy, making her breathe heavily. He finally took out her gag. “Would you orgasm from being cropped on your breasts?”

“I don’t think so. Are you planning on training me to do that?”

“No, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t get off on that. I get off on this.” He played with her labia and clitoris as she moaned. “I’ll give you a choice. Pillory fucking followed by a nice long nude walk, a nice long nude walk followed by pillory fucking, or getting whipped while dangling followed by the sex of your choice.”

She asked him, “Can I wear shoes?”

“Yes.”

“Then I pick a nice long nude walk followed by pillory sex. My leash is hanging by the door.”

“Good choice. Let’s get your shoes on and head over to the park.”

Donna tightened the last chain holding Jillian spread-eagle on her bed. She rose to examine the sight. Jillian was tightly stretched and now was symmetrically arrayed on the bed after a long set of adjustments. “That looks great. Jimmy will love looking at you like this.”

“So he called up fifteen minutes ago and told you to chain me? Is this just a way for you to have some fun chaining me?”

“It is fun, but I wouldn’t dare chain you up without orders. You’re still my owner, and you could retaliate later. You did tell me to obey him.”

“Yes, I did. What else did he order?”

“For me to get you ready.” Donna knelt on the bed and applied her tongue to Jillian’s clitoris, bringing out a long, low moan. She lovingly ministered to the little nub, causing Jillian to writhe on the bed and pull on the chains that restrained her.

Jimmy was on the floor of the training studio. The pain slave that had asked him to whip her sometime had just finished with a trainee, who was being led away by another pain slave. Jimmy said, “Is this a good time for a whipping?”

The pain slave handed him the crop she had been holding and dropped to her knees in supplication. “What do you want me mounted on for the whipping? The other pain slaves will gladly bind me in any way you want.”

He smiled and said, “Stand up and put your hands behind your head. We’ll try a free whipping. You want it, so you can submit to it freely.”

She smiled, rose, and put her hands behind her head and laced her fingers together. He examined her body, taking great pleasure in the sleek curves. He felt her breasts and her nipples, causing her to take a long, slow breath, perhaps to avoid gasping. The other pain slaves had assembled to watch the show. After he had played with her breasts for a while, he said, “Spread your legs.” She did, and he felt her. “That’s really wet. Was that because of the breast touching?”

“Partly, sir, but I’ve been wet since you asked me if it was a good time for a whipping.”

“The threat of a whipping makes you wet?”

“The chance at a whipping makes me wet. Jillian has forbidden the other pain slaves from whipping me. I used to ask them to do it every day, and it was too much. The pain of a whipping makes me come. It’s funny, because other pain, like electric shocks, doesn’t sexually excite me.”

Jimmy smiled more broadly. “Let’s see what I can do.” He used the crop and slapped the side of her left breast sharply, bringing a gasp from the slave, but not one that sounded like a gasp of pain. He drew the crop over the breast, then the other breast, and then through her cleft. He followed up by snapping it at her right breast. That caused her to shudder. He quickly felt her crotch and was surprised to find her vagina contracting rhythmically. He held his hand in front of her mouth and said, “Clean it off.” She sensually licked his fingers to remove her juices. He waited a bit, then snapped the crop at her pussy, bringing her up on her toes and eliciting a loud gasp, then more quivering. He put his finger in the pain slave’s vagina and felt the ongoing orgasm. “Three pops, and two orgasms?”

The slave replied, between ragged breaths, “It’s been a long time, sir. Thank you.”

He thought for a minute, then looked around the training floor. He saw a pillory with a padded top. “Go over to that thing and lean over it. Put your shoulders on the padded top.” The slave walked to the device and did as he commanded without moving her hands from behind her head. He told two other slaves, “Stand on either side and hold her shoulders to the top of the pillory.” They complied immediately. He considered the tableau for a while, then told another slave, “Help me undress, then fold my clothes and put them on the table by the door into Jillian’s quarters.” The slave took his clothes as her removed them. While he was undressing, he asked her, “What do you do when you are off duty? Go get chained to your bunk in the dorm?”

The slave smiled and said, “Actually, our rooms are rather comfortable, and you won’t find any of us chained in them except for sex games and in the rare case of punishment. We have food, drink, television, and computers.”

“That sounds plush. She calls you pain slaves, so I figured you get a lot of pain.”

“She calls us pain slaves because we cause pain. Most slaves called pain slaves are for torture; we aren’t, for the most part.”

“How did you get into this?”

“The same way most of the pain slaves here got into it. I get off sexually on pain. I’m not as deep into it as Melinda, the girl you are whipping, but I like it. Girls like us usually get enslaved, and we know it. Some of us looked around and found Jillian, who has a reputation for giving her girls only a little more pain than they want, most of the time. She’s a great owner, and we all love her. Most of her slaves volunteered to be her slaves. I did. We get to dominate her trainees and cause them pain, which most of us also get off on. In our off hours we can have sex with the other pain slaves, causing each other the most exquisite pain. We can also leave during our off hours. Some of us go to school; some even have boyfriends.”

“Wow. It doesn’t sound like anything I would want, but it must be what you were looking for. Does she dominate you and inflict pain herself?”

“Not often enough. We really like it that she has found someone who will dominate her like she wants. We can tell when she is satisfied, because then she will give us more of what we want.”

“I like dominating her.”

“We like that you like it.” She took the last of his clothes and hurried off to fold them and place them as she had been ordered to.

Jimmy walked back to the slave he had been whipping, Melinda. “Legs apart, Melinda.” She spread them quickly. He looked at her perfect back side, then applied the crop sharply to both cheeks. He felt her vagina; it was dripping. He inserted himself into her and stood still, relishing the wet hot tightness. After a minute, he reached under her and played with her nipples, then carefully aimed the crop and brought it up sharply on her right nipple. The effect was immediate and fantastic: she had a strong orgasm. He stood still and let her convulse around his cock. After it slowed, he repeated the stroke on her left nipple, and got the same result. Another smack to her right nipple brought a smaller orgasm, so he stayed still for a while, then withdrew. “Let her up.” Melinda stood, turned, then sank to her knees and said, “Thank you. That was wonderful. Thank you for being inside me while you whipped my breasts. Shall I clean you off?”

“Yes, but only clean. Don’t suck.” Melinda carefully cleaned him off, then looked up again. “Well done, Melinda. Here is your crop back. It was great playing with you.”

“Thank you again, master.” She accepted the crop from him with both hands and bowed her head.

Jimmy turned from her and the slaves that had gathered to watch. He heard them gather around her and ask her what it was like as he left. He picked up his clothes by the door, opened it, and entered Jillian’s quarters. He put the clothes on the couch in the living room, then walked into the bedroom, where Donna was licking Jillian, and Jillian was moaning.

He said, “Donna, is she ready?”

She said, without rising, “Yes, master.”

“OK, stand up and handcuff yourself to that restraining point over there.” He gestured to a steel ring mounted on the wall about four feet from the bed. Donna moved swiftly and chained herself to the wall. Jimmy got on top of Jillian and plunged inside her, then lay still. He kissed Jillian. She responded hungrily. After several minutes of being in her and not moving, she said, softly, “Is something wrong, master?”

“No. This is wonderful.” He kissed her again.

After the kiss, she said “Why aren’t you fucking me?”

“I am fucking you. My penis is deeply embedded in you. You are hot and tight and wet, and it feels wonderful.” He kissed her again, longer this time, and she wiggled under him. When he finally ended the kiss, she said “You are staying still just to frustrate me, aren’t you?”

“Not just to frustrate you, no. I like this. I could spend a long time like this. I intend to spend a long time like this. Use your vagina muscles to squeeze me.” He felt her squeezing him, and he let out a low moan of his own. “How fantastic you are.” Every once in a while, he took a long, slow stroke, just to keep him fully erect, and to tease Jillian. He spent most of the time kissing Jillian. She didn’t complain; she knew he was loving it, and the frustration she felt in not getting a vigorous fucking was offset by knowing that using her this way was pleasing him greatly. She kept up the vaginal squeezing; the way he responded to it let her know it was pleasing him.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jillian, Jimmy spoke to Donna. “What do you think of this, Donna?”

Donna was busy fingering herself. She responded, “I think it looks hot. I would like that. I’d use both hands to rub myself, but I can’t.”

“I’m not getting up to release you. Having you chained there also pleases me.” He looked into Jillian’s eyes. “Having you chained below me pleases me greatly. Being inside your box pleases me greatly. Knowing that you willingly let yourself be chained for me pleases me greatly.” She moaned in response, beginning to feel an orgasm building. Two more strokes followed, separated by him lying still, enjoying her using her muscles to please him and enjoying kissing her.

Jillian was getting stimulated a lot without the vigorous sex she usually liked. The kissing was hot, even hotter than usual with Jimmy. The intensity of the encounter was arousing. The squeezing was stimulating her; it was like masturbation, but with him inside her. He was laying so he was pressing on her clitoris, which she thought was intentional on his part; he wanted her to get stimulation, but not the usual way. Suddenly, with another long, slow stroke, her orgasm snuck up on her. She bucked under him, straining at the chains that held her, squeezing him even more tightly with the rapid contractions of her climax. He rode it out. When her breath slowed afterwards, he kissed her long and hard, and started a slow stroking. She matched him, straining to press hard against him as he reached the bottom of his stroke. He kept his mouth on hers, limiting her breathing, which seemed to make her even more excited. He sped up, a little at a time, and finally started long, rapid stroked that brought him to a climax that seemed to last a minute. His muscles were all clenched; he lay stiff as a board on top of her with his eyes closed tightly. His ejaculation triggered another climax from Jillian. When he was finished, he laid still and relaxed, then started kissing her again. She enthusiastically responded.

He finally shrank enough to fall out of her. After that, he stood, went to Donna, and unlocked her. “Clean me,” he commanded. She cleaned him thoroughly from a kneeling position. When she looked up, he said, “Clean her out.” Donna moved to her owner’s cunt and licked out the inside of her vagina, as well as cleaning the cleft all the way up to the clitoris. The effort got Jillian moaning again. Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed and played with Jillian’s nipples.

“What did you think of that?” he asked Jillian, looking into her eyes.

She replied, “I wanted more stimulation, then I finally realized I was getting it, just not the way I usually get it. It was fantastic, even though I thougt it was torture at he beginning.”

Jimmy laughed. “So now I’m torturing you. I guess I might as well whip you, too.”

She smiled. “That is your option, master.”

Jane was sitting in her back yard on the bench of the picnic table. The table held food, wine, water, and reading material. There was shade on her side of the table. All in all, a pleasant environment. She was nude, but that didn’t bother her. The back yard was secluded, and she didn’t worry about public nudity. What made it unpleasant for her was the twenty foot chain that connected her ankle to the picnic table.

Jane wondered if he had picked up on her dislike for being chained and left. She didn’t mind being chained in his presence; that usually meant sex. She didn’t mind being chained by his friends; that always meant sex. She just didn’t like being chained and left alone. Bill had started doing it more. She had been sitting here at the picnic table for four hours. Bill was off golfing. She hoped he came home soon. He usually fucked her after a long chaining, and she hoped he would today.

She heard a noise, and turned her head toward it. The teenage boy next door had stuck his head over the tall fence. He must have gotten something to stand on. He was staring at her nude body, and she was certain he had seen the chain. She decided to ignore him. She did, however, check out the corner of her eye every once in a while, and he stayed there at the fence, watching her.

She drank wine and read the paper, then several magazines. She decided that he wasn’t going to get back before she needed to urinate, so she got up, moved to the end of the chain, squatted, and let herself drain. As she returned to her seat at the picnic table, she noticed the boy’s head wasn’t peeking over the fence any more. She didn’t think anything about it until she noticed that the gate in the fence that allowed access from the front yard was slightly open. She knew it had been closed earlier. She watched, and finally saw the neighbor kid’s eyes through the crack. She called out, “OK, Paul, I see you peeking. You may as well come in and get a good look.”

Paul, the neighbor boy, came in through the gate. He walked toward her with his mouth as wide open as his eyes. She said, “Please close the gate.” He hurried back and closed the tall, opaque gate, then started back toward her. She stood as he approached and let him see her whole body. “Have you ever seen a live nude woman before up close? You should have; they’re all over the place.”

He stammered out, “I look at them in the stores, but I’m too embarrassed to look close.”

“So you wanted to look at me?”

“Yes. I’ve always liked looking at you, even before you were a slave. I’ve wanted to look at you close now that you are. You are beautiful.”

“Thank you. Don’t the girls your age let you look?”

“I’m too much of a geek to interest them, and they are all afraid of being enslaved anyway. Thank you for letting me look at you.”

“You haven’t looked for long. Is there anything that you would like a better look at?”

He stared at her, but this time at her face. “You would let me look closer?”

“Sure. Come on over here. I expect that this is what you’d like to see.” She spread her legs and her pussy lips parted, showing him her inner folds. “Oh, I can do better than that.” She spread her legs very wide, and her vagina gaped open. “Look, if you like. If you want to look for very long, I’ll have to sit down; this is an uncomfortable position.” He came forward, slowly, and bent over to look at her shaved pubis. “Kneel, if you like. Touch it with your fingers, if you like. Ask any questions you have.”

He knelt and looked, closely. Then he looked up at her. “Why are you letting me do this?”

“I’m bored. My husband chained me up all alone and went somewhere. You are company. It’s only polite to return the favor of company with something you want. Don’t think that I’m teasing you; I’m not. Or at least only a little. You are quite welcome to look at my body and inspect any area that you find of interest. Touch it. I’d be happy to explain what anything is or how it works. Please.”

He looked at it more, then cautiously used his fingers to explore. He spread the outer labia, then the inner labia, and finally pushed a finger a short way into her vagina. “Is this … where …”

She took pity on him. “Yes. That’s my vagina, where the man pushes his penis into me. If you look up a short distance, to the top of these folds, you’ll find a little nub. That’s the clitoris. Playing with it gives women pleasure. It’s how we masturbate, and most of us like a man to play with it before we begin sexual intercourse.” She took his hand and placed his finger on her clitoris, and thought to herself, I’m getting wet, and that finger feels good.

He silently gawked at her, then rubbed a little with his finger. She gasped. He pulled his hand away and said, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No! Not at all. That was a gasp of pleasure. It felt good. Feel the inside of the inner lips, yes, there. Do you feel that it is wet?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the first sign of female arousal.”

Paul was entranced. He stared at Jane’s sexual area from a foot away, and gingerly touched parts of it; Jane gasped with pleasure every time he touched her clitoris or took a stroke with his fingertip down the center of the furrow. He asked questions: “Isn’t there supposed to be hair here? Where is the wetness coming from? How can a penis fit in that little hole?”

She answered him in plain words. “Yes, the area is usually surrounded by hair, but I shave it off. The wetness comes from glands that surround the entry to the vagina. They help lubricate the penis so it goes in more smoothly; without lubrication the penetration is painful to the woman. The vagina is rather elastic. You are feeling it while it is collapsed; it folds up closed. When a penis goes in, it unfolds and sometimes stretches a little. Remember that babies pass through it too, so it will stretch quite a bit.” She looked down and saw that his pants were about to split. He had a huge erection, and he was uncomfortable. “I see that this excites you.”

He looked abashed, but said, “Yes, it does. I’d like to look at you and feel you more, but I’d also like to run home and jack off.”

She thought for a few seconds, then mentally figured the odds that her husband would be home in the next half hour. They were low. “OK, Paul, I’ll make a deal with you. You promise never to tell anyone, not your parents, not your buddies, not my husband, and you promise not to assume that you can do it again, and I’ll let you put your penis — your cock — inside me. You have to get a condom and use it, though. Can you find one?”

He jumped up and said, rapidly, “I have some. The school gives them out, and I took them even though I figured it was a waste. I’ll be right back.” He ran off like a jackrabbit. Jane smiled as she saw the haste, thinking that it was a lot of fun to have someone want to fuck her that bad. He returned in a little over a minute. While he was gone, Jane found a comfortable spot in the grass in a shaded area that was within the reach of her chain and laid down, spreading her legs so he would see her wide open and waiting for him when he returned. He came in the gate, and much to her amazement remembered to close the gate securely before he ran over to her. He looked at her again, with obvious excitement, but he didn’t seem to know what to do next.

She decided to guide him. “Paul, you need to take off your clothes. All of them.” He awkwardly removed his shirt, then his shoes, then his pants. When he took off his underwear, Jane gasped yet again. He was huge. She said, “The girls your age don’t know what they are missing. Wow.”

He looked shocked, then said, “What do you mean?”

“Your cock. It is quite large. If you learn how to use it, it will please girls a lot. Kneel down next to me and get one of your condoms.”

He complied and held out a condom package.

“I’ll put it on this time. It is often pleasurable for the man to have the woman put on the condom. You’ll probably enjoy this.” She opened the package, took out the condom, and slowly unrolled it over his cock. “Usually, you should cuddle with the girl, touch her more, play with her breasts. We’ll skip that now, because I’m already ready, and I don’t think you would last much longer. You may not last very long once you are inside; that’s quite common the first time. This is your first time?” He nodded. “That’s OK. I’ll coach you through it.” She guided him into position, steered him into her opening, and had him slide inside slowly. She then gently guided him through the act of sexual intercourse, having him stroke slowly to extend the length of the sex. He came relatively soon, but not as soon as she thought he would. She had enjoyed it, partly because she was horny, partly because he was large, and partly because she saw just how much this meant to him. She knew from her high school days how difficult it was for an awkward kid. She liked Paul, and she was glad to help him. She was also glad to get fucked. He lay atop her, breathing heavily, looking overcome by the realization that he had just screwed his neighbor. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him. “Did you like that?”

He said, “Yes. I loved it. I thought that sex would be good, but it was great. I hope it was good for you, too.”

“Yes, Paul, I enjoyed it. As you get experience, you will be able to last longer inside, and you will learn about foreplay, where you help the girl get ready and give her pleasure. It’s a lot like what you did before I offered to let you do this, but not quite like how we did it.”

“I’ve heard about it. There was a lot of stuff about kissing breasts and stroking thighs as well as touching the …” He didn’t know what to say.

“You might as well just say pussy. The term isn’t as coarse as it used to be. You need to be relaxed when you are intimate with a girl. After this, I think it will be easier for you.”

“You’re probably right. I know I promised not to expect to to this again, but I would like to.”

She smiled at him. “I think I would like it, too, but we have to be a little careful. If I’m home alone and it is safe, I’ll put a flower pot on the railing of the deck, up there. You can call the house if you see it and have some time. We also don’t want to get you too dependent on me. You should be trying to meet and date girls your own age. Now, I need you to get dressed and go home. You may need a nap. Leave the condom on, then go to the bathroom after you get home. Flush it down the toilet. And remember — not a word to anyone.” He nodded, stood up, got dressed, and left the yard, after a long look at her body. As he left, he said, simply, “Thank you.”

Wilmette and Bianca had established a routine. About 10 in the morning, they would go to the health club and work out, then sit in the hot tub. Wilmette had lost a lot of her remaining excess weight, and her body was firming up. Bianca was in good shape to start with, but she was looking even better, and her sexual stamina had increased, much to Lionel’s delight. Given the benefits it had brought to both women, he didn’t mind the expense of the club. He was willing to give them a lot of leeway in return for hard bodies and good sex.

After the health club, they would return home and have a light lunch. After that, Wilmette would bind Bianca in some way and Bianca would please Wilmette for half an hour or so, with a vibrator lodged inside her to give her pleasure. It seemed one-sided to Wilmette, but Bianca seemed to prefer being the provider of pleasure and not the recipient. Wilmette decided that she wasn’t really into the slave owning thing.

Lionel, on the other hand, loved owning a slave. He took Bianca every evening and most mornings. He kept acquiring new toys, mostly ways of binding Bianca, and used them regularly. He had started binding Wilmette if she was present during his sex with Bianca, and he would occasionally be able to do a double-header and use Wilmette too.

One morning, Lionel had bound both women and fucked them both. They were nude and handcuffed to the headboard. He left them that way while he dressed for work. When he was done dressing, the women expected him to release them. However, he went to his study and brought back a box. He took a collar like Bianca’s out of the box and put it on Wilmette. “You were expecting this, weren’t you, dear?” She admitted that she had been expecting it. “Now that your body has reached a stable size, it was time for it. Your collar has the free-woman emblem on it. I will put an emblem on Bianca’s collar that indicates that she is completely covered for health care in case of an emergency.” He pulled out Bianca’s remote control and pressed some buttons on it. Bianca’s collar beeped. A few more buttons, and Wilmette’s collar beeped. He got his cell phone and dialed a number, and Wilmette’s collar beeped again. “Good. I have full remote control.” He returned to the box and got out a long chain, two padlocks, and two sets of ankle chains. He put the ankle chains on the women, then chained them together between their collars. “This will keep you together today, and the ankle chains will keep you unclothed, at least by pants and panties. Stay home today. Stay naked. Play all you like.” He unlocked the handcuffs that held them to the bed and left for work.

The women looked at each other in astonishment. Wilmette finally said, “He’s allowed to do this by the contract, but I didn’t think he would actually do it. I guess we will have a lot of togetherness today, and no workout. Let’s dedicate the day to sex.”

They couldn’t go to the health club and work out, but they could get in the hot tub at home. They did, with a bottle of wine and two waterproof vibrators.

After a few hours, Wilmette said, “You know, he told us to stay home, but he didn’t tell us not to have others over.”

Bianca asked, “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s call Jane, have her pick up Karen, and we can have a party.” Wilmette grabbed a phone and made the call.

“Jane, it’s Wilmette. Bianca and I are naked, shackled, and chained together at our necks. We’re also in the hot tub drinking wine. Want to come over for another party?”

“I’m always up for a party. Did Lionel finish enslaving you?”

“Not as far as I know. He just felt like having some fun, I guess. Do you think you can get Karen too?”

“I’ll give her a call. She can probably come.”

“OK, see you soon.”

About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Bianca answered it, with Wilmette standing behind the door. Jane and Karen were both standing there, unchained, but nude. After they came in, Wilmette said, “You usually go out clothed, don’t you?”

Jane answered, “Yes, but it’s a nice day, we can go naked, and we thought it would be nice to wear matching outfits. We don’t match yours, though,” as she pointed at their shackles.

They adjourned to the hot tub with more wine.

“He put the shackles on to keep us from putting on panties. It’s a little inconvenient for oral stimulation, but we worked around it. Here, dildos all around.” Wilmette passed out waterproof vibrators. They all stood up to insert them, then sat down to relax and enjoy the gentle stimulation.