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The Mistress and her New Toy - Volume 1
(Melissa DuVant)
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The Mistress and Her New Toy V1 Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: An Unsteady Awakening Chapter 6: On-The-Job Training Chapter 7: Teased But Not Pleased Chapter 9: The Pleasure of Others Studying Submission Chapter 12: Sting Operation Waking up in the grasp of a sexually dominant mistress, who could want anything more? Chapter 1: An Unsteady Awakening 'I suppose I should tell you what's going on, as you can't really see for yourself.' Nicole twisted, feeling at her restraints - her arms were held upstretched above her head, something tight on her wrists. When she moved, she could hear chains lightly clinking. 'Nice that you're awake, I was starting to get bored.' The voice was female, proud and amused, and close. Nicole turned her head, senses returning. Her vision was blocked, padding over her eyes, a strap keeping the blindfold in place. As she moved, her long hair slid over her bare back - she shivered, suddenly realizing that she was naked. Where was she, and who was speaking to her? 'You look lovely, all spread out and exposed. Padded cuffs on your wrists, chained to the ceiling to hold you in place. A leather panel-gag, sealing your mouth - I have no patience for any protests or complaints. So when I think that you're going to be sweet and obedient, then the gag comes off.' Nicole tightened her jaw - there was a fat and rubbery lump in her mouth, and stiff leather over her lips. She tried to make a sound, but all she could hear was a muted and pathetic whimper, before the voice continued. 'A blindfold over your eyes - a shame that your lovely face is mostly hidden behind leather, but it sets an appropriate tone, I think? Just your cute little nose poking out. Anyway, You're naked except for some latex stockings, and shoes - I wanted to show off your lovely legs. Oh, this is being recorded as well. Once you're nice and obedient you might be allowed to see it. And cuffs around your ankles as well, holding your legs spread. I wonder how used to heels you are? Well, we're going to find out.' Nicole tried to move her legs - she could feel resistance on her ankles, another chain tinkling, both her ankles connected to each other, and something else. Her feet were bent, up on her toes, high and narrow heels making her calves start to ache already. She shook around, finding that her movement was limited, her legs only able to shift an inch or two around, an aching in her shoulders from her own weight. 'It's always cute watching someone try and get out. Don't worry, those cuffs will hold. Now, where were we? Oh yes - latex stockings, to show off those lovely legs of yours, and some 5-inch heels. Securely locked on, so they're not going anywhere. I took the liberty of shaving you while you were out - you'd gotten a little tufty down there.' 'Mmphh!' Nicole's objection was louder this time, the thought of such a thing being done to her making her flush with shame. 'Don't worry, I'll look after you. And I brushed your hair as well - it's a lovely shade of auburn, isn't it? If you're allowed clothing, I'll have to pick something to complement it. I've put studs into your ear-piercings as well - it would be a nuisance if they were to close up. A good girl gets nice jewelry - if you're naughty, then, well, I'll have to sort something out.' A scent coiled through the air, sweet and sultry, making her breathing quicken - it made her feel woozy, just from a sniff, creeping into her brain, lust and desire somehow flowing through her. There was a slight sound, squeaking and stretching, and then a finger touched against her chest, between her breasts. Nicole shivered, trying to pull away, the finger easily moving forward and staying in contact. It felt strange, inhumanly smooth but still warm as it touched her. 'You will need to earn the touch of my bare hand - and that is not going to be easy.' Nicole was as far back as the chains allowed, more finger-tips pressing against her until it was a palm, the thing sliding across her chest and cupping a breast. 'A nice size - and entirely natural, which is nice. I'm not a fan of such modifications! But I might put a few more piercings into place. Maybe here?' The fingers pinched at a nipple, stretching it out. 'And your tongue as well - that will increase the pleasure you can give, as well as give another convenient place to bind you. I find a padlock there can be quite effective as a punishment! But I'm sure you'll be a good girl, and not need that, isn't that right?' Nicole tried to push the hand away, shaking her chest, wanting the woman to back away. All she could do was twist and shake her chest, the hand pushing against her, easily keeping her in place. 'But there's one thing missing, isn't there? One thing that every cute little toy should have.' The voice was teasing and flirty, another hand touching her belly, more of the slippery-smooth fingers caressing her skin, making her skin crawl. 'It looks strange for your neck to be bare. That's not right for a toy, is it? I've got a lovely collar, just for you. Although it's not got a name on yet - you'll have to earn that.' Nicole tried to hunch her shoulders, bringing her chin down protectively. 'So cute! I've got it right here.' The hands withdrew, heels stepping away, and then something clicked. The very faintest metal squeak, the footsteps returning. 'No resistance, my lovely toy. Not that you have much choice right now.' Metal, cold and hard, slid against the back of her neck, before her hair was yanked on, tilting her chin up. The thick metal band swung shut, pressing against her throat, several inches tall. It was heavy, dragging down and pressing against her shoulders and collarbone, snug against her skin. 'A custom size, just for you. And locked on - you might be able to earn something a little less arduous eventually, but for now you'll have this.' Nicole shook her head, feeling how the collar restrained her movement, making soft little whines of protest. 'It's a very nice collar - three inches high, shining bright metal, with a large O-ring on the front, secured with an in-built locking mechanism. No key, it takes a special item to open up. And it's got some nice little toys built in.' The side of it was tapped, the feeling rippling through Nicole's neck. 'This is a battery pack. The collar has inbuilt GPS, a motion sensor, a tilt switch so I can tell if you're standing up or crawling. There's a camera and audio built in - and a shock feature. So if you're naughty, then... ZAP. I'm sure you'd prefer to avoid that?' Nicole shook her head again, desperately hoping that the collar would somehow fall off, leaving her free. 'You should be thankful for a gift from your mistress - and the sooner you accept it, then the easier things will be. We're going to be spending a lot of time together!' A hand brushed against the top of her thigh, a finger sneaking into the top of her stocking, pulling on the latex and then releasing, making it snap against her leg, the sound crisp and clear. 'Maybe I should make you a latex doll? A little passive, but you've got the figure for it. Just your lovely soft lips, wrapped around a fat ballgag, and the rest of you sealed away?' The finger slid upwards, against her inner thigh, the back of a hand stroking against her slit. She squirmed and twisted, trying to break the contact, only able to breathe through her nose. 'A good girl should be obedient!' Fingers pinched her nostrils shut, cutting off her air. She tried to pant and gasp around the gag in her mouth, but it was too tight, a burning constriction starting to ache in her chest. The darkness in her head throbbed, hurting more and more, but it was impossible to break away or make the woman release the grip. She slumped in defeat, her strength fading fast. The fingers let go, and she gulped in air, the aching receding. 'I prefer my toys to be obedient and sweet - so that way I don't need to be harsh. So I hope you will come to understand the situation you're in? But I'm not all pain and no pleasure - if you live up to my expectations, then you will be rewarded.' The hand between her legs continued to stroke, and she could feel the heat building up within her body, her pussy responding to the teasing fingers. 'I'm going to discover where you're most sensitive.' A finger tapped her nose, before withdrawing, and then the underside of her arm was touched, fingers sliding downwards towards her armpit, making her shiver and twitch. 'Ticklish? That can be fun to work with. What about here?' The fingers ran down her flank, just light enough that she could feel them, her nerves flaring up, desperate for the touches, her sight sealed away. 'So sensitive! Now, I've described how you are arranged, my sweet Nicole, so I suppose I should describe your surroundings. It's quite a large room, about 40 feet square, with just a single door, which is currently locked - I have the only key. This is where you will be staying, at least until I can be sure of your obedience. There's a cage in the corner, large enough for you, with food and water tubes attached. There's too much equipment to fully describe, but you can be assured that I have a full complement of whips, paddles, crops, canes and the like - over time, you'll become familiar with all of them.' Nicole was starting to loosen, a finger teasing into her, the words painting a disturbing vision in her mind. 'There's a X-cross on the wall behind you, as well as a heavy wooden chair without a seat, and lots of restraints built in. A little like an electric chair, I suppose - I'm sure you know the general look. I don't have a medical chair, I'm afraid, but we can make do without that, I imagine. What else? Oh yes, my cabinet - glass-fronted, to show all the toys inside. A rather extensive collection of dildos, vibrators and buttplugs - everything to keep your body nice and full! There's a wooden horse, if you know what that is. And if not, then, well... you will soon. I have a sybian, although that's currently just in the corner. Also a padded bench with chains attached, for bending someone over for a good spanking. And a small chest with some clothing in - lingerie, mini-skirts and the like, I'm sure you can imagine. Oh, and tape, rope, cuffs and other restraints. I think that's most of the toys and tools.' Nicole tried to pull her hips upwards, wanting to get away from the probing fingers, but they just moved with her, one of them now inserted up to the first knuckle. 'The walls are bare brick, and there are no windows - well, we are underground. The light comes from three lights in the ceiling - I've tried to eliminate the shadows as much as possible. And then there's me. We've met, although I don't think you remember. I'll leave most of the specifics for later, but I'm currently wearing a latex bodysuit - don't think I didn't notice the squirming when I touched you!' Fingers tickle-teased her lower lips, making Nicole shiver again. 'I prefer dresses, but it seemed appropriate to the tone, even if you can't see. I'm taller than you are, even in those heels, and, if you behave, I may let you touch me, so you can discover more yourself. I think that should cover the basics? Now, what tool should I use first?' The finger slid out of her, the woman walking away. 'This?' Leather slithered, and then snapped, a loud crack popping in the air next to Nicole's head, making her flinch in fear. 'Hmmm, perhaps a little harsh. You have such lovely skin, it would be a shame to brutalize it too much, at least so early. I think this then.' Nicole's ears strained to follow the woman's movements, desperate for any information as to what was going on. A faint whispering slither - what was that? Her skin crawled at the thought of the whip again, that brutal crack being against her own skin, slicing and hurting. 'A little more gentle. But also to remind you that disobedience will come at a price.' Strips of soft leather stroked over her body, hard little knots along them, teasing over her breasts and chests. Then it withdrew, before pain suddenly burst into being on her inner thighs, the thing smacking upwards, making Nicole wheeze and gasp. 'A flogger - leather cords tied into knots, if you don't know. Far less harsh than a whip, I'm sure you'll agree.' Another strike, Nicole squirming and shifting, trying to close her legs for protection but the ankle-chains making that impossible. 'I do have some with spikes in the knots, but this is a nice, soft one.' The pain flared red in Nicole's head, making her feel light and vague, somehow caught up in this unreality. More strikes, some of the cord flicking against her thighs, leaving welts there, slowly fading into her body. 'It's nice that you're so sensitive. This should make the training easier!' The next strike was across her belly, the cords slapping against her skin and then wrapping around and getting pulled loose. She tried to brace herself, but not knowing when the next strike would be, or where it would land, made that impossible, forcing her to powerlessly struggle and wriggle. The woman moved around her, the angle of strikes changing - first across her breasts, then along her right-hand side, then down her back and across her buttocks, before a savagely strong hit upwards, one of the cords hitting her right on the pussy. She gasped and shuddered, her arms shaking, jerking on the chains, sparks dancing behind her eyes. 'That's it! Good girl. Soon I'll have you dancing properly, but this will do for now. Oh, and I'll pick out some specific outfits for you. I'm not sure if you'd look better as a maid or as a latex slut - but we'll have long enough to try both. And all the usual things as well - lingerie, office-slut, I'm sure you get the idea. I have a photography studio I can use, so it'll be a nice project to work on together.' More strikes, a regular rhythm now across her buttocks, making her ass throb and heat up - not as brutal as a whip, but still hurting. Nicole twisted around, trying to move out of the way, but lacking the freedom to do so. 'That's it. Nice and soft and pliable! Not that you have much choice, I suppose. Now, I have other business to attend to, so it's time for you to get into the cage.' There was another strike, far more force behind it, Nicole gasping in pain. 'I do hope you won't try and resist - it would be a shame if I had to be forceful this early on.' Nicole sagged down, trying to ignore the deep throbbing heat of her flogged ass, her buttocks aching whenever she tensed up. Through the pain, it was hard to focus on the woman's movements, but then metal clicked around one of her wrists. A moment later, her arm was released from the cuff holding it to the ceiling and yanked around. Nicole squirmed, but didn't have the time to respond as her arm was dragged backwards, her other arm getting freed, yanked backwards and cuffed, joining her wrists behind her back. She swayed in place, struggling to keep her balance without her arms being held in place. Fingers grabbed her by the collar-ring, keeping her up until she was stable again. 'I will look after you, but only as long as you behave yourself! Otherwise you may find me rather less supportive.' Nicole stood there, barely noticing fingers pushing against her crotch before they slid down her legs, releasing her ankle-cuffs. There was just a tiny moment of freedom, and then metal locked into place around one ankle, hands grabbing it and pulling it over towards the other leg. She swayed, managing to stay up, the cuff locking around the other ankle, leaving her with just a few inches of clearance in the chain between them. The collar was pulled on, making her stagger, having to take tiny, mincing steps, the heels throwing her off-balance. With her hands cuffed behind her back, it was even harder to keep her balance - if it wasn't for the firm hand on her collar, she would have fallen! She got dragged around, feeling the hard floor make her heels ache as she hobbled forward, still at arm's length. Every step made her wince and shudder, fearful of walking into something, glad for at least the minimal guidance of the arm. 'Down.' She was pulled forward, the hand releasing her, and she staggered, balance swaying again, in danger of falling. A hand pushed down on her head, forcing her down, and she followed the movement, stooping down. 'Good girl. In the cage. And don't cause any trouble!' The hand pushed against the back of her head, forcing her down and forward, making her crawl on her knees. The top of her head bumped against metal and she stooped further, crawling over a raised metal line. When she was further forward, metal squeaked and clanged, before a lock clicked shut. 'There we go. You won't need food or water just yet - and don't even think about making a mess! I cleaned you out before you woke up. So be a good girl and be patient and wait for me.' Nicole twisted around, feeling the metal cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles, lifting her head until it hit against the low ceiling, reaching out with her hands and finding cage bars. She was locked into a cage now! Footsteps walked away, leaving her alone, trapped, bound and still in the darkness. Nicole twisted against her bonds - her wrists were sore, where the metal had chafed, rubbing away at her skin. It hadn't taken long to explore the limits of the cage - just a small amount of shuffling from one end to the other, just barely about enough to turn around in, with thick-feeling metal bars keeping her trapped. The entrance was along one of the long sides, a section that shook slightly when she pushed on it, but was being held shut by something. The ceiling was barely high enough to let her crawl, her head bumping against the hard metal, while her knees knocked against the equally hard floor. On one of the short ends, she could feel two rubbery prongs, uncomfortably phallic. One was slightly damp, a dribble of water coming onto her fingers as she poked it. She'd spent a while rubbing her face against the prongs, trying to use them to pull the blindfold or gag off. She wanted to see what was going on! But the things were strapped on too securely, and all she'd achieved was some minor aches and pains from bumping her face against the prongs. The heels were locked onto her feet as well, wired cords around her ankles securely sealed, the shoes impossible to remove. With some twisting and wriggling, she was able to reach outside the cage - turning side-on and pushing both hands between the bars, methodically feeling around outside the cage. The floor felt like bare stone, gritty and hard beneath her finger-tips, the bars thick metal, impossible to break. The door held strong as she pushed against it again, twisting her fingers back, muscles straining, before she found a metal block. The lock! Her shoulders were aching from the contortions, but this was the lock keeping her in this cage. She squeezed it, finding the curved metal bar through the cage. It felt heavy and solid, easily resisting her tugs on it. On the bottom was the indentation of the keyhole - she ran her fingertip over it, trying to will it to open, the metal refusing her mental command. With the rubbery block in her mouth, she couldn't even call for help - all she could do was scrabble around, feeling through the outside of the cage, in the desperate hope that the key had been dropped. Who was that woman? There was something vaguely familiar about her voice, but... Nothing else. And how had she gotten here? Nicole could remember a party, loud music, dancing, but then nothing, just darkness, before waking up. Would anyone notice she was gone and come looking for her? She stretched outwards again, her fingers fumbling along the ground, finding a wall - brick, softer than the floor, with mortared curves between each brick. Her nail scratched at the mortar, a fleck falling to the floor. Then her fingers found something, grabbing at it. Squidgy and rubbery but with a firm core - and long enough that she had to turn it to make it pass through the bars. A cylinder, with a swollen head, the whole thing covered with bumps and lumps... She shivered at the sudden realization that she was holding a dildo. It must have been dropped here somehow? Having something in her hands made her feel a little better - maybe she could use it to defend herself somehow? She flicked it against the bars, feeling the impact thud through the shaft, into her hand, the thing slightly floppy. She strained and twisted again, trying to bring the thing up against her face, still wanting to remove the blindfold, but it didn't have the reach, knocking against her ribs. She froze - had that been a noise? The creaking of a lock, a door swinging open? And then, yes, footsteps, heels on steps. Nicole tensed up, pushing herself into the corner of the cage, furthest from the hatch, fingers still gripping the dildo. The tone of the footsteps changed, getting closer and closer, Nicole feeling nervousness creep up her body. She inhaled - that scent, the same as before, heavy with desire and sensuality, was starting to fill the air again. 'Good girl. Nice and tame. Although you shouldn't be feeling around quite as much! And I was wondering where that dildo went - I suppose it must have been thrown aside at some point, I'll have to chastise the help for not noticing it.' Nicole squeaked in fear - how did the woman know that? Had she been watching all that time, stood close by? Or was there someone else? 'The dildo first - it needs a wash! Unless you'd like to suck it clean? It's rather used though.' Nicole shuddered, but kept hold of the dildo. 'Don't be stubborn now. Hand it over.' The tone of voice was like someone talking to a naughty pet! 'Hmm, very well. Let's see how the collar works then.' Nicole hunched her shoulders, feeling the heavy metal band shift around on her neck. Electric pain stabbed into her neck, from the prongs against her skin. She shuddered, trying to avoid banging her head on the top of the cage. 'That was on a low setting. I would prefer not to risk damaging you this early on, but unless you can show obedience, it might be required. Now, hand it over.' The voice was harder now. The footsteps moved around, going behind her, and she tried to squirm, too slow, as the dildo was torn from her grasp. 'Naughty girl! That means I'll have to punish you. And then move onto feeding you and other requirements.' Nicole shook her head, feeling her hair slide over her back. She didn't want to be punished. 'First, I'm going to get you out of the cage. I would rather you didn't resist, as I'm hoping you've realized that you can't really do that. I think just a mild spanking, for a first offence. So - are you going to be a good girl? Nod your head if you will. Otherwise, the punishment will get harsher.' Nicole shuddered, before slowly nodding her head. At least that would get her out of the cage! And maybe the blindfold would be removed, so that she could actually see. 'Good.' Metal clicked, then scraped, a faint movement in the air. 'Crawl forward - I'm sure you know where to go.' Nicole twisted herself around, her knees scraping against the floor, head bowed as she moved towards the cage door. Her breathing was light and shallow, every inhalation tinged with that scent. Could she fight back somehow, resist the woman? But her ankles and wrists were cuffed, just a few inches of chained movement for each! And she still had those damn heels on. As soon as her head was outside of the cage, she was grabbed by the collar-ring, and dragged to her feet. The metal dug into her neck, choking her for a moment as she tried to get her feet beneath herself, scrabbling for balance. As soon as she managed that, she was pulled forward, still blind and having to trust in the woman not to walk her into something. Wood bumped against her waist, and she started to bend, a hand grabbing the chain between her wrists and pulling that upwards, hooking it over something. The strain in her shoulders immediately increased, making her wriggle her butt around. 'That's it, nice and exposed. Twenty seems appropriate for a first offense. And you can get used to the paddle.' Nicole tried to wriggle away, but couldn't, with her wrists hooked over something. There was no warning before a solid, flat surface impacted against her buttocks, still tender from the previous beating, distorting the flesh with each strike. She whined and shuffled, the bent-over position also making it hard to breathe, her buttocks enduring the paddle-strikes. She lost count, feeling the aching pain grow and swell, her legs tingling as well, now she was standing. 'That's twenty. And I hope you'll be more obedient in future! If it's required, I will feed you with a stomach pump, give you an enema every day and make you go to the toilet while being sprayed with cold water. But a good girl might earn better treatment.' Nicole whined again, feeling the pain settle into her buttocks, flaring as a finger poked her reddened skin. 'Food and water first. And then we can begin - I'm sure you're keen to make a start.' The paddle pushed against Nicole's backside - not a slap, but just pushing against her skin, making the heat prickle more intensely. 'So do be good!' Nicole's wrists were wrenched upwards, letting her stand upright again, another hand on the back of her neck, steering Nicole around, and then pushing her to her knees. 'I'm going to release your gag. I don't want any screaming - if you start, then I'll give you something to scream about!' The woman sounded amused, that somehow being more intimidating than anger would be. 'You're definitely not at the stage where you'll be getting any kisses, but I'm sure you'll appreciate the chance to stretch your jaw a little.' A hand pressed down onto her shoulder - not forcefully, but the pressure was enough to keep Nicole down. The woman's other hand tugged at Nicole's head, unbuckling the gag-straps, the tightness of the thing slowly releasing from around her jaw. It was pulled away, freeing her mouth, and she sucked in air, for the first time since coming to this place. 'Please...' 'Shhh, no words. Not yet. Food, for now. Well, sort-of food. I certainly wouldn't like to eat it, but it contains everything your body needs. And also means that you'll only need to urinate, as you won't be consuming any solids. So open wide for your meal.' Nicole's head was pushed forward, a rubbery prong, fat and ridged, bumping against her lips and then sliding into her mouth. It was like a cock, except not living! And it filled her mouth, silencing her again. Her head was pulled back and forth, making her gag and splutter, her tongue sliding over the shaft, trying to lubricate it. A creamy liquid sputtered out, filling her mouth, making her choke before she was allowed to draw back and swallow it. The stuff was warm, smooth and slightly sweet, sliding down her throat and into her belly, more spurts shooting out. She could feel dribble spilling over her chin, made sticky with whatever-it-was, but the hand was strong and firm, forcing her to suckle at the cock. 'It's sufficient to water you as well. Very convenient! And after a few weeks, I'm sure you'll be quite eager for real food, won't you?' Nicole tightened her lips, grunting in distaste - the stuff was bland goop! Even if it could keep her alive, the sheer lack of stimulation and taste would drive her mad! 'Next, time for you to empty yourself. If you won't do it when ordered, then I will spread your legs out and shock you until you do - I would advise obedience.' Once again, Nicole found herself forced to move, now in an awkward half-squatting crawl, her head being used to drag her around. 'Fortunate there's a little drain down here. Just the right size for you!' The surface beneath her feet changed, sloped tiles now, and then a metal grille at the bottom. Nicole flinched away, a sudden fear of getting her toes caught flashing into mind. 'That's it. Now you can urinate, and not make a mess in my nice, clean dungeon.' Nicole whimpered again, trying to shape words. Pissing herself in front of someone else, someone she hadn't even seen, sent a deep rush of shame through her body, her cheeks throbbing with heat! 'Do it. You belong to me, so it will be easier if you accept your place now. Or perhaps you would like me to attach electric clamps to your lower lips, and force you to do it?' Nicole shuddered, relaxing herself, feeling it flow and dribble out of her, hot and fresh. It splashed against the ground, flowing down the drain, but some of it splashed back onto her, making her wince and shudder, feeling dirty and gross. She kept pushing, squeezing it out of herself, until she was completely empty. 'Good. I do like obedience - I have no patience for brats! A little bit of spirit can be charming, but disobedience will get you punished. So, now your training can begin. Firstly, your name. You will need to earn that - for now, you are... what would be appropriate? You're nice and slender, so "meat" isn't entirely accurate. "Slave" is a little generic. "Toy", maybe? Or something about your size - you are rather wonderfully petite, aren't you? No, "Soumise", I think. Submissive, in French, of course. So, little Soumise, you are going to obey me. If you're good, then I'll let you know my name, and even see me. But that will come with time. Spread your legs.' Nicole obeyed, the squatting position making her thighs ache. She heard water flow, and then a warm stream pushed against her crotch, cleaning her off, before the flow stopped. 'Good girl. Why don't we make this a little more fun? To see if you've remembered me yet. If you can tell me what color my hair is, then you'll get a treat. I'll train you just the same, but I do have some little gifts for you, if you do well. And you're not going to be allowed many words, so you should appreciate the few you get. So, what color hair?' Confusion swirled through Nicole - what was she meant to say? She sort-of recognized the voice, but nothing more - who was it? '...Brown?' 'Brown? Auburn, or brunette at least! And no, that is incorrect. Although you should remember that - there is a rather limited number of answers, and I might ask you again. Stand up, Soumise. Don't make me hurt you.' Slowly, reluctantly, Nicole obeyed, turning to face the voice. 'That's it. You have good posture. I suppose all those dance lessons you had as a child paid off?' Fear roiled through Nicole - how did this woman know that? What else did she know about Nicole's past? 'Turn around. Let me look at you properly. And if you think about disobeying, remember the collar around your neck. The shocks won't cause any permanent damage, but will hurt still.' Nicole shuffled around, feeling the chain between her ankles tighten, keeping her balance on her toes, due to the heels. Water was still dripping from her thighs, but at least that was better than piss! 'Stop.' She had her back to the woman, her buttocks still tingling with pain. She still didn't know why she was here, or even where "here" w.as! And being naked was making her feel exposed and vulnerable, especially with her eyes still sealed. 'Please...' 'No speaking unless I order it, Soumise. Unless you want me to seal your mouth again?' Nicole shook her head. 'No!' Her collar stung her, making her shudder and gasp. 'You are only to speak when instructed! This is your last chance before I seal your mouth. Do you understand?' Nicole slowly nodded, feeling her hair slid up her back. 'That's it. You only need "yes" and "no", at least for a while. And it's going to be mostly "yes", I think.' Fingers pinched at Nicole's buttock, making it flare with pain, and she gasped. 'You might want to watch your reactions. Your collar can be set to activate when the wearer makes too much noise. I've not turned that mode on just yet, but it is an option.' The fingers pinched harder, Nicole managing to suppress another gasp. 'If you need to refer to me, you will call me "Mistress". Although you do already know my name, even if you don't realize it.' The pinching stopped, the fingers sliding towards her asshole. 'Have you ever been taken here?' It pushed against the ring of muscle, threatening to push into her. She shook her head desperately. 'Well, that can come later. For a more appropriate time. For now, your basic training can begin - as you have no background in service, so we will have to start from scratch.' About the Author and Artist Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Studying Submission Chapter 12: Sting Operation The locker was tiny and cramped, especially with Paisley pushed up against her, the air hot and stuffy. Paisley's leg was between Madison's thighs, rubbing and teasing, making her wet beneath her chastity belt, their breasts pushed together. It took an effort of will from Madison to keep herself silent, as the room outside steadily darkened, the sun dropping from view. The woman's scent was a tease by itself, the tang of her pussy juice detectable within the cramped space, adding to Madison's daze. She wanted to get laid! By a man! Even Paisley's neck, the collar wrapped around it, made Madison went to nuzzle and kiss the soft skin, to taste them. Paisley poked her in the belly, digging a finger into Madison's skin. 'Shhh!' How much longer would they have to wait? Through the slits in the locker, all she could see was a small studio room, with some metal rings hanging from the ceiling, rope dangling down, more loops of rope coiled on the walls, along with lots of tacked-up polaroid pictures of women bound in ropes, most of them in the school uniform, at least partially. Was this what Kagami did? In one corner was a heavy wooden chair, that Madison would have called a "throne", if it wasn't for the way that it was securely bolted to the floor and had rope already in place on the arms and around the legs, the arms, back and seat covered in countless small holes. Several waist-high wooden benches were along the wall as well, each bearing fat metal rings. What went on in here? And damn she was horny! She'd never been particularly interested in women, but how long had it been since she had been allowed to touch herself? The metal between her legs felt drenched, and having Paisley, soft and warm, pressed against her, as they waited in ambush, was agonizing. Isabella was waiting somewhere outside, and Leona was hidden within another locker, but no-one was watching now. She moved her face forward, kissing Paisley on the cheek, lightly rubbing her tongue against their soft flesh. They twitched, trying to pull away, but there was no space within the locker, her leg coming up, rubbing between Madison's thighs, pressing her belt against her sex. She was so damn horny! Before Madison could continue, she heard the door open, and the sounds of protest. Two students entered, carrying another between them. The one being carried was weakly struggling, being hauled around by their arms and legs, their head covered with a hemp sack. They were carried over to the dangling ropes and dumped onto the floor, with enough force to make them grunt in pain. Both the women doing the carrying were faceless, black fabric masks covering their heads, with dark hair trailing out over shoulders as they both stamped on their captive a few times to keep them passive. Skilled hands wound rope around limbs, and suddenly the prisoner was airborne, suspended in the air. They struggled, twisting their limbs, but had no leverage, their body shaking and juddering around. Their backside was facing towards Madison, and she could see that their crotch was bare, not sealed away behind metal. Hands tore away their skirt, leaving their backside bare, long legs white and bright in the twilight. Hands slapped at buttocks, before nails dug into yielding meat, a grunt of pain sounding out. 'I thought we had an arrangement.' The speaker's voice was cold, a west-coast accent, as they pinched and slapped. 'But now you seem to have changed your mind. That's making the shadow President very upset.' The captive had been raised up to just below head height, their sack-wrapped head looking around, a darker patch visible where their mouth was. 'Leph mph gph! Youph wonph OWPHH!' Whatever they were saying was cut off by a gasp of pain, nails digging deep into soft skin. The sight and sounds of this made Madison even more aroused, and she tensed her thighs around Paisley's leg, starting to rock herself back and forth. She wanted to get off! 'The President's allies are falling, one by one. Soon she will fall, and she'll be tied up in her precious garden. And won't it be better to be on the winning side?' The hand slid up down their buttocks, lightly stroking upwards. From how the suspended body twitched, it looked as though they had been penetrated, just the thought making Madison's head swim in desire. Paisley poked her again, harder this time, the action helping to clear her head a little, although her desire was still strong and fervent. Paisley nodded her head towards them, the motion making her hair flick against Madison's face. The strands tickled her nose and she sneezed, body knocking backwards against the locker walls. Both the hooded women froze, the one that hadn't spoken yet walking towards the locker. There was a thick metal collar around her neck, chafe-marks visible where it had rubbed her skin. Paisley squirmed against Madison, hands rubbing and squashing her out of the way, shoving the door open. It smacked into their leg, making them hop backwards in pain, as Paisley exploded out of the locker and grabbed them, wrapping her arms around their body, pinning their arms into place. It took Madison longer to react, still dazed from arousal, following Paisley and grabbing at the woman, trying to keep her pinned in place. The other one immediately bolted for the door, but it opened, slamming into her face, Isabella entering. Electricity crackled, the fleeing woman dropping to the floor in a series of spasms, Isabella holding out a taser, a satchel slung over her shoulder. 'You two, get her under control. Leona, this one's going into the chair.' Isabella dropped to one knee in a smooth motion, jamming her taser into her victim's stomach and discharging it, making them moan in pain and go limp, and then Isabella started dragging her towards the wooden chair. The suspended figure was still twisting and groaning, unsure about what was happening. Madison tightened her arms, grabbing their skin as they tried to break free. A half-free arm slapped against one of her breasts, a whimper of fear coming from beneath the hood. She and Paisley worked together to drag-push the woman closer towards one of the benches, Madison tightening her grip and making it more secure, her breasts pushing against their back. Paisley was even rougher, using her legs to shove against their knees, stopping them ever getting their feet underneath themselves. An arm suddenly wriggled free, twisting awkwardly to grab at Madison's hip. Their fingers grabbed at the waistband of her skirt, strong enough to pull on the material, before Madison gave her a shove, knocking her against the bench, the top on level with their belly. As they bent over with an expulsion of air, Paisley grabbed their wrists and pulled upwards, pulling their arms vertically upwards. 'Get the rope!' A fat loop of rough hemp was hanging close by, and Madison grabbed it off the wall, dropping it over their back, trying to unspool it and wrap it around their body, binding it to the bench. She pulled it tight, using the slack in the ends to wrap around their legs. Her fingers fumbled through fat, bulky knots, pulling their legs and body down against the wood. It was ugly ropework, but it was keeping her contained, especially with Paisley yanking on their arms, her shoulders twisted at a painful angle. By the time they were done, the other woman was also confined, tied to the "throne", trying to break free before Isabella tased her again, then dumped her bag and plucked the hood off. Long, black hair tumbled out, falling almost to the captive's waist. Sun-bronzed skin, and dark eyes flashed fire at Isabella. 'Cassandra? You always were a duplicitous bitch. But you've been a good girl up until now, so I've never been able to get my hands on you. Guess I finally get to have some fun with you.' She cracked her knuckles, then tightened her gloves. 'Let me go! You don't have the authority!' Leona was already working to restrain them, straps snapping around their arms, pinning them in place. 'I have whatever authority I want. And I'm the one asking questions. The President doesn't like traitors, and I've been given full authority to seek them out.' She slapped them across the face, as they struggled against their bindings, unable to free themselves. 'I never had the chance to use this before.' There was a heavy clunk, and needles poked out of the throne, sharp and bright, jabbing into the captive's flesh. Her body went tense, unable to escape their poking violations. 'So I guess your brought your pet bitch along then? Take that hood off her.' Madison moved to obey, ripping it away from their face. A narrow face, framed by brunette hair, appeared, eyes already watering with tears. 'Ah, sweet, dumb, little Wendy. Useless, dumb slut. You two - hurt her. She won't know anything, but she does make nice screams.' 'No! Please! Let me go!' Madison slapped her across the face, hard enough to make her head turn, the thrill of power making her heart race. 'You don't need to worry about marking her up or anything. Just make her regret her choices.' When Wendy opened her mouth to protest, Madison shoved another bundle of rope in, making their eyes bulge out, Madison pushing it deep in, their cheeks bulging. She tried to beg and plead, whimpering and crying, but couldn't speak, her mouth filled with rope. Madison took a loop and used it to tie the bundle in place, making it impossible to spit it out. Then she paused - what was she meant to do? She'd never punished anyone before! Although it was nice to be dominant for once, without fear of being hurt herself. She looked at Paisley, who was already pinching at their victim's body, making her squeal. Were they just allowed to do whatever they wanted? Wendy whimpered, her body limp, not even fighting back. Madison stepped away and went to Isabella's bag - some of the items in there made her wince, savage-looking spiked metal, and a whole plastic case of pins. But there was a fat and shiny cock attached to some straps - could she use that? Isabella's attentions were elsewhere, using the taser and her hands to torment her own victim, who was also pressed onto the spikes, tortured by their own weight. Whenever they tried to speak, Isabella tased them again, their words turning into incomprehensible mush. Madison took the strap-on and awkwardly put it on, tightening it up around her waist, fumbling between her legs to tighten everything up. The weight of it was strange, poking out in front of her, fat and bulbous. Wendy was still blubbering, her skirt now on the floor, her arms bent upwards, tied to a ring on the wall, putting strain onto her shoulders, making it even harder for her to break free. Paisley was ripping at her blouse, buttons scattering to the floor as the fabric was slowly destroyed, revealing more and more skin. Lacey black panties were still in place, pulled tight over firm buttocks, the bench keeping her legs spread. With slow, deliberate movements, Madison ran her hand over their butt, feeling how they tried to wriggle away, their gasps getting louder. Their skin was hot and dry, their movements restricted to nothing more than pathetic little wriggles, and then she hooked a finger underneath the waist-band of the panties, stretching it towards herself. The material stretched out, digging into their skin. She grabbed it with her other hand and ripped, the lace tearing easily. Another rip, and then she could pull it away from their body, dropping it to the floor. 'Npphhh! Npphhh!' She was trying to twist her head to see what was going on, but Paisley grabbed her hair with one hand, using the other to keep ripping away their blouse, the seams giving up and tearing apart. Madison pressed a finger against their slit - they were only slightly wet, then used both of her hands to stroke and tease them, feeling as they yielded, their folds moistening. She pinched one of their lips, twisting the skin between her nails, smiling when she heard them yelp in pain. It wasn't fair that other people didn't have to be bound into chastity, so it was only right for her to take her vengeance now! She put the tip of the cock against them, gently guiding it in, feeling their body start to yield to it. It felt powerful, being in control of something that was penetrating them, although she had to ease it back and forth, only able to get it a little further in each time. She reached between their legs, stroking around their pussy-lips as she slid further and further in. The base of the strap-on was bumping against her chastity belt, knocking it against her own pussy. The stimulation was arousing, but the sheer frustration of having any pleasure locked away made her shove her hips forward with more force, the body in front of her pulling the cock inwards. Wendy's groans were louder now, incoherent through the improvised gag, her fingers twisting around. Paisley had managed to strip them fully now, ripping their bra off as well, her sharp fingers finding their nipples and pinching and pulling. Madison took a firm grip of their hips, pounding away at them. Her own pleasure was mounting, the plate of the chastity belt rubbing against her. But there wasn't enough pressure, enough stimulation, to get her over the edge. She dug her nails in, ignoring Wendy's increasingly-pained yowls, feeling their insides get looser and looser, the cock sliding back and forth more easily now. It was sliding all the way in now, completely consumed by Wendy's slit, Madison's own hips bumping against her victim's butt. The growing pressure, and desire for release, drove her into a deeper frenzy, her own juices starting to trickle from behind the belt. She wanted to come! But no matter how much she shoved the cock in and out, how much Wendy mewled and writhed, there wasn't enough there to get her all the way. Even when Wendy tensed up, letting out a warbling scream as an orgasm was forced onto her, that wasn't enough! Another scream, even louder, echoed around the room, jolting Madison from her lustful frenzy. Isabella was still torturing her own victim, bound to the spike-covered throne. They had been stripped as well, their skin now unprotected from the thin needles, Isabella carefully sliding another metal pin through their nipple. Despite the fat ballgag between their lips, they were making a lot of noise, senseless bellows of pain. The needle slid all the way through, shining brightly on each side of their nipple. Isabella tapped it, then took another one out, using it to poke the erect nipple-nub. 'You're going to tell me everything. But first I'm going to have some fun. I never did like you, so now you're going to suffer. And if you keep screaming, then I'm going to start putting these into other places.' She turned towards Madison, her expression harsh. 'Make that bitch suffer! She's barely even useful as a cunt, but she deserves to be hurt. And badly.' Madison kept grinding away, feeling Wendy convulse and twitch as she was made to orgasm. Her torso was shaking, ribs shaking as she tried to inhale through her stuffed mouth. Paisley was now slapping their face and breasts, leaving impact-marks. Madison gave into her frustration, continuing to fuck them, enjoying the wet slapping sounds, Wendy's pussy now easy to violate, offering no resistance. Stroking her breasts felt good, but didn't get her any closer to release! She stabbed her nails into their back, just beneath their collar, then raked them down, leaving long, pale furrows, smiling to herself as she heard them gasp in pain. Their skin was starting to shine with sweat, as their body was forced towards another wave of pleasure. Madison kept fucking them, scratching their skin, barely able to hear Isabella's work as she extracted information from her own victim. |