Chapter 1

 

As he reflected on the good fortune of having two absolutely gorgeous women as his slaves, he acknowledged that he owed it all to Jethro. Having them was an incredible improbability to begin with, but having it come about at Jethro's initiative was astounding. Being pretty much on opposite sides of the law, considering that Jethro was the sheriff of the Bayou, and that the two had never been friends in the classic sense of the word. Friendly? Sure. Respect each other? Absolutely. Have an afternoon beer together? Not so much. But he thought he should change that. He owed Jethro for the gift of the two women and since Jethro had made the initial move it was now his turn to reciprocate. Besides, Jethro had made it very clear that he planned to make use of the women the way they should be used, so he could use those occasions to develop what was promising to become a beautiful friendship. His mental meanderings were interrupted by the distinctive click-clack of high heels coming down the hall from the bedroom.

Randy reveled in the sight of the two women as they entered the room. They were truly beautiful women who did not look even remotely like they had been tortured the past two days. They looked magnificent. He rejoiced in the knowledge that quite soon they would be magnificent looking well-trained slaves. He was very much looking forward to training them and then showing them off as obedient slaves. He was pretty sure they were already fully broken. Breaking their mental resistance was the necessary first step before they could really be trained as slaves. Now, he concluded, they were ready to be trained. He had already told his best friend that he would have them fully trained before Thanksgiving. He actually thought he would have them performing flawlessly in a matter of two or three weeks, but he had given himself a wide margin of error just in case. Of course he had not told his friend that they were FBI agents. There was no need to tell anyone that.

"Ah, here you are", he said, with a pleased tone in his voice. "And you look gorgeous, I compliment you on your efforts. That leads to the first rule. Because I like you looking gorgeous you will look gorgeous for me all the time. While you are working you will take time to fix yourself up as frequently as you need to in order to make sure that whenever I look at you, I'm pleased by what I see. Failure on your part will bring punishment on my part." He thought for a second before continuing. "That brings up two more rules."

"Any failure to follow the rules I'm giving you... and I mean any failure... will warrant a punishment. I'll decide what punishment is needed at the time. So pay attention slaves, I don't intend to repeat myself but if I do need to, that too will garner a punishment all by itself. And just to be clear on this point; everything I'm telling you is a rule that you will obey. Now the second point."

"I will call you into my presence whenever I feel like it. You will come quickly. You will stand silently, feet together, with your hands clasped behind your back and look at the floor in front of you. If I don't acknowledge your presence by speaking to you within fifteen seconds, you will kneel and wait until I do. Now, you need to know the proper kneeling position. Kneel."

Both girls went to their knees immediately then looked up at him expectantly. Brandy had sat back on her heels while Emily stayed upright. He picked up a riding crop that had been lying on a table and approached them. He spoke to Brandy telling her to raise herself into the same position as Emily. Then he corrected both of them by telling them to clasp their hands behind their backs and continue to stare at the floor in front of them. He looked at them critically then told Emily to straighten herself up and square her shoulders. Emily complied without hesitation. Brandy did the same without being told. He approved by telling them to remember that pose and assume it every time they knelt in front of him.

"If I speak to you and require a response you may look up at me to do so. That's not required, only permitted. When we are finished speaking you will look at the floor again. Whenever you do speak you will do so in a soft, pleasant tone of voice. If I detect any hint of petulance, sarcasm, annoyance, surliness or stridency, you will be punished. You will always be pleasant and easy to deal with, not just when you're kneeling. Naturally you will address me as master and sound like you mean it."

He stopped talking, sat and wracked his brain trying to remember all the things he wanted to say to them. He was sure he was forgetting something, then he remembered at least one of them. "I'm going to install a doorbell in addition to the one already here. The new one will be used to call you. When it's in I'll assign each of you a unique chime and when you hear yours you will come as I've described." He fell silent again, thinking. He was silent for a few minutes then his face broke into a huge grin. "How could I have let this one slip my mind? It's one of my favorite rules."

"I love to see beautiful women in bondage. You two fulfill the beautiful women part admirably, so I'll fulfill the bondage part. When I want you in bondage you will not fight me. You will not resist in any way. In fact, you will cooperate. If you don't, I'll take it as a sign that you need an attitude adjustment. I'll fulfill that need too. I'll zap you, after which you'll spend a few hours on either the rack, the wooden pony, or in the chair, I'll decide which I'm in the mood for when it becomes necessary. After your attitude has been adjusted I'll fulfill the need for a whipping as punishment because you disobeyed. Then with all the nastiness completed we'll go back to square one and I'll put you in the bondage I wanted you in to begin with. If you're stupid enough to resist again we'll start all over and go through a double session of attitude adjustment and punishment. Both the rack and the chair will be here for as long as I want them, so if you have to spend a few days on one sometime, that won't be a problem. A friend wants to borrow the pony, so it might not be here when you want to ride it. But I have no doubt that the other two will suffice when we need them. If you miss the pony too much I can always build another one, it was easy to do"

Both girls were somewhat terrified by what they were hearing, but neither one dared say a word out loud because both feared doing so would earn them a punishment. Considering that they had not been given permission to speak or not having been asked a question requiring a response, it would have. Besides, there was nothing they could possibly say to alter the situation in any way. Except maybe to make it worse.

He was pretty sure he had covered the main points he wanted to make. At least he thought so. He mentally shrugged then dismissed them. "That's it for now. I'll add more rules when I want to, but that's it for now. Any questions? If not, you're dismissed."

Emily was quick to pick up on the possibility of a punishment for an improper response... in this case meaning no response... so she softly spoke without lifting her head up. "No master, but thank you for allowing us to ask questions." Brandy immediately chimed in with a simple, "No master." When he said nothing further, both slaves got up and left. Once they were out of his earshot Emily softly said, "This looks like it's going to be rough to take." Brandy sullenly answered, "Tell me about it."

The next day he returned home late in the day carrying a package. It was the promised doorbell. It was battery powered and was operated by two wireless remotes, so no drilling or wiring was needed. He had it installed in minutes and it worked perfectly the first time. He called for both slaves. He had already identified each button. He pressed one and after the chime sounded he told Brandy that was hers. He played Emily's for her then told them to get back to their chores. Five minutes later he pressed Brandy's button.

Earlier in the day he had outfitted her with a locking steel belt around her waist with eight inch chains ending in handcuffs attached to the sides of it. She was still connected to her house chain but he liked the look of her wearing her maid outfit with the belt and waist chains. Since she was vacuuming, she was able to work without too much hindrance. The waist chains were not long enough to allow her to clasp her hands behind her back so she held her hands at her sides. As soon as she appeared he told her he was in the mood for a blowjob. She forced a smile onto her face and responded brightly, "Of course master, thank you for choosing me to give it to you." She went to him without any hesitation and with a smile on her face, making it look like she was honestly eager to perform her task.

With her restricted arm movement she had to stand very closely in front of him while she unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. She pulled his pants and underwear down as she lowered herself to her knees to get her mouth in position to service him. He backed away to sit in a chair, forcing her to knee-walk to her position. Emily happened to walk by and she glanced in to see Randy's head thrown back with his eyes closed and Brandy's head bobbing up and down over his lap. She felt slightly sorry for Brandy having to give a blowjob with her arms restricted the way they were and wondered when it would be her turn again. He seemed to have a penchant for using her more than he did Brandy and he loved getting a blowjob from a girl in bondage, so that made her soon-to-occur use pretty certain. He didn't always cum, but having one of them working on him with her lips felt good regardless and she knew that.

He played with summoning his two slaves for the next few days. He would summon one or both at random times; sometimes for no reason other than to have them respond and other times to order whomever he summoned to give him a short blowjob or to use her pussy for a few minutes. He usually didn't cum when he did that, so the girls found it somewhat annoying, but they knew there was nothing they could do except answer his calls and hope that he would get tired of doing it. They didn't hold out much hope for that however, because tiring of it would imply that he was tired of using them for sex and they had zero expectation of that happening. Not for a very long time anyway.

Brandy was cleaning his bedroom when she heard her chimes. Without any hesitation she stopped what she was doing and hurriedly went to the closest mirror to check her appearance. Finding nothing that needed a repair, she continued rushing to get to him in time to avoid a 'lateness punishment'.

When she got to her assigned spot she waited the required fifteen seconds. After being ignored for that length of time she knelt and continued to wait silently. She feared it might be a long wait because he was doing something on his laptop. As always in this circumstance, she wondered if she had beaten the clock or she had failed and would receive a punishment for arriving late. He had told them that since he required them to fix themselves up if necessary, he would give them a little latitude in how quickly they had to appear.

She thought she had been successful, but she still nervously awaited the sign. She got it when, very shortly after her arrival, the kitchen timer he used for this purpose dinged. It was a digital timer that he set to running at the same time he pressed the doorbell to summon them. They never knew what the time allowance was or even if he allotted the same amount of time in every instance. All they knew was if they were there when it dinged, they were safe. At least safe from that punishment; there were many, many, other reasons for which one might be applied.

He closed his laptop with a slight frown on his face. He looked up at her and commented that there was growing interest in the whereabouts and fate of the Beautiful Bandits. A popular blogger and influencer had become a 'fan' of theirs while they were eluding the police had learned that the girls were no longer in the Texas prison system and were instead in the Blugh Bayou Home Incarceration Program. The blogger had published that factoid on his blog and was now getting an increasing number of responses to it, most of which were asking for further information. They all wanted pictures or videos. The blogger had many followers. To satisfy his audience, and hopefully increase it, he promised to delve into the question and post the results. That annoyed and slightly worried Randy; he had been planning to keep their whereabouts very low key, even though he was seriously considering entering them in the Sunday park promenade and showing them off in very skimpy attire. But that was for another time, right now he had other matters to deal with.

He put the laptop aside, rose from his chair, grabbed a shank of clothesline and moved to her. The instant she saw the clothesline she knew bondage was coming. Her only uncertainty was which position he would order. He ordered her to assume position two. She got to her feet and positioned herself appropriately.

Position one required that she put her arms together straight down behind her back. He would make her elbows touch. Position two meant she was to fold her arms, again behind her back, across the small of her back, with each hand holding the opposite elbow. Position three was the most difficult. That was the reverse prayer. In that position her elbows were nowhere close to touching, but he promised that before she finished her prison sentence, they would. Emily had received the same promise. Position four was less of a bondage position than a neutral starting point that began with her arms at her sides. He had about a dozen bondage variations beginning with that initial pose.

Not complying with his demand wasn't a consideration. She would immediately acquiesce and they both knew it. To begin with, the requirement for doing so was a rule that had been enunciated to both to both her and Emily, along with the certainty of punishment for non-compliance. Even had it not been a rule, she knew any failure to obey him virtually guaranteed receiving a punishment. Earning too many punishments would indicate the need for an attitude adjustment, which would mean a trip to the workshop, and that would mean spending time on one of his attitude adjusters. The possibility of receiving an attitude adjustment meant the possibility of being in the chair again and that possibility was to be avoided at all coats. So she obediently held her arms in the necessary position while he deftly bound her into helplessness. After he had her arms immobilized he attached a leash to her collar and only then did he release her from her house chain. Then he took her outside and headed toward the workshop.

Their destination became apparent very quickly and that started her begging. She began by insisting that she had been a good girl and had given him no reason to punish her. When that was met by silence she begged to be allowed to apologize in whatever manner he wished, swearing that she would perform whatever obeisance or function he desired of her. That too was met by a stony silence.

By this time they were in the workshop. He released her leash to leave her standing alone while he went to fetch what he needed next. Unable to think of anything else to do or say she dropped to her knees for a final attempt at begging. "Master, please tell me why you're punishing me. Tell me what I did wrong. How can I be a better slave for you if I don't know how to correct myself? You seemed pleased with me last night, I got you up three times and you came in me each time. Master, please tell me what I can do." In response all he said was, "You can stand and hold your legs apart a little."

She did as he instructed and then he proceeded to fasten a lifting harness to her. It was the heavy leather arrangement with the two wide straps. He put those around her thighs right below her crotch. They would carry the majority of her weight. Two additional, smaller, straps went around her body; one around her waist and the second below her breasts. Other, still smaller, straps encircled her arms and shoulders but they were intended to hold the apparatus in alignment, not to carry weight. He threaded the straps under her arms before connecting them. The entire arrangement of straps was connected by a heavy vertical strap that ran up her back from the thigh cuffs to the shoulder straps, connecting all others to it also. In the center of the vertical strap just above her shoulder blades, a large ring was securely fastened to it. That ring would carry all of her weight as she was lifted off the floor by it. He guided her to stand under a hanging rope. She knew precisely what was coming: it was her turn to ride the wooden pony. Unfortunately the unknown friend had returned it.

After raising her two feet off the floor he slid the pony between her spread legs, then, as he had done with Emily, he gently lowered her onto it. It took very little time once her full weight was on it for her to feel the beginnings of discomfort that she knew would become blinding, excruciating pain all too soon. Ropes extended from her ankles to the floor, holding her legs apart and prevented her from doing anything with her legs or feet that could provide even a modicum of relief. Similarly, the rope used to haul her into the air remained connected to the ring at her back. With only a very little slack in it, it prevented her from falling off the pony, but allowed so little movement that she was confined to moving her upper body only about six inches in any direction.

She fought back an onslaught of tears. The burgeoning tears weren't caused by pain yet, but instead were the result of fear and frustration. Fearful about how long he was going to punish her on the pony, and frustrated that because she still had no idea why she was being punished, and that generated further fear that she could do nothing to correct her error. Her level of fear was rising to one of panic so she gave begging another try. "Master, I'm begging... please... please... tell me what I did wrong. I want to correct my behavior for you but I need to know what I did wrong before I can do that. Please, master, please, please, please." Her last few words were all but incomprehensible because she was blubbering through tears.

Randy listened silently, although inwardly he was congratulating himself heartily. He was enormously pleased that she was not only begging... as is always appropriate for a slave... but she also recognized that she was at fault. By immediately taking responsibility for it being her fault, it was a clear indication that her will to resist was broken and that she had accepted her status as a slave. Equally clear was that he was a master at being a Master. Both slaves had been broken. This session would reinforce that status.

He stood beside her and cupped her breast. She turned her head to face him so he leaned forward to kiss her. She knew better than to ignore that so she returned his kiss as passionately as she could. She was still learning in what situation what kind of kissing pleased him the most, but right now she figured anything was a good idea.

His plan for her included telling her what her fault had been, because he had previously come to the same conclusion as she had. That being that she couldn't fix what she didn't know was broken. He played with her breast and kissed her, then broke away. "You're being punished because I wasn't particularly pleased with your performance last night."

She blurted out, "What was wrong master? I tried to please you."

He answered cryptically. "Your performance was... ummm... let's just say, uninspired."

The pain from the pony was building rapidly. She wanted off this thing and wanted off immediately. She thought that goal might be in reach because he was kissing and speaking to her. She tried to take advantage of that. "I'm sorry master, truly, I am. I thought I was doing well. What should I have done? Or what should I have done better? I'll do better, I swear I will. You don't have to punish me, I'll be a better bed-partner, I promise."

He smiled. "First of all we need to be clear on one point. I do need to punish you because you failed. Every failure requires a punishment, I've already told you that. If I don't punish every failure it only encourages poor, lackadaisical, behavior. I won't accept anything but the best performance and behavior from you two. Hopefully this will not need to be a long session and you will learn quickly how to be a better slave. If not...?" He shrugged. "As to your other point, no, I won't tell you what you did wrong or how you can improve, that's your job. You have to figure out what pleases me. If I told you, you would do only that and I might miss out on something that you might otherwise have thought of. If it takes a few sessions like this before you think of something, well, that's your problem. Ultimately it will make you a better slave and that's what I really want."