Introduction

 

Sandra's journey into Lance's kinky world took her back to him after two weeks of training with Mistress Lois and her pet Trixie. She had originally engaged Lance's services as a pro Dom to explore her potent fantasies of sexual submission in a discrete manner. She had a good career and thought she was on the fast track to becoming a vice-president at her financial services firm. All those aspirations came into question once she met Lance. From the moment they met the chemistry between them was palpable, and as Sandra progresses from his client to his potential possession, the heat between them continues to build.

After one night as his client Sandra knows she needs more and books an entire weekend with Lance for round two, but his schedule puts her off for two weeks. He had planned to test her ability to be trained from a distance during the hiatus, since he wanted to explore the possibility of a permanent relationship with Sandra. But her inexperience in the lifestyle became apparent when she forgets a simple requirement less than a day after she is left on her own, so he decided to provide her with an interim trainer.

On the pretext of sending her out to shop for the lingerie he wanted her to wear to work, he had her go to his friend Lois' shop. Once she was there she found his true intent was to have her enter into training with Lois, a Dominatrix. Unable to resist the primal urges Lance set free in her psyche Sandra found that Lois could stir those desires almost as provocatively as Lance. She accepts Lois' offer to be trained by her and over the next two weeks Sandra found her every private moment handled by this dominant woman. She still worked during the days, but with a sexual undercurrent that was intensified by what she wore and what she was told to do via text commands from Lois and Lance.

Sandra also spent a full weekend with Lois and Trixie that added more fuel to the fires that were now raging within her. At first she thought it was merely a game people played, but she came to find out that it was a state of mind that was addictive. She started to realize that living in service to another had been what was missing throughout her life, but to attain it, and then hold on to it, required her full and complete submission. That was why she returned to Lance; feeling he understood her needs, and her limits, better than she did.

Her weekend with him was a non-stop test of her ability to handle the physical, mental, and emotional stress it would take to serve him completely. He ran her through a BDSM gauntlet and she emerged more determined than ever to become his, especially after he admitted that he felt the same chemistry that she did. He was still aloof and strict, even about revealing his feelings, but she felt that they were meant to be together. Just not like the kind of union most women dream about, since for her, having a strict and demanding man to serve made her feel complete. So we come to the point of no return for both Sandra and Lance, where they embark on the path to merge their lives into a single entity. But to get there he will strip away everything she has so he can lead her down the path to what she was meant to become.

Chapter 1: Pushed to the Limit

 

Sandra was enjoying her shower with Trixie, but just a little too much. When Lance walked into the bath and pulled the oversized shower door open he had found them passionately kissing, while fingering each other's sex. They separated from each other and stared at him with looks of deep dread and regret. Following an odd path Sandra and Trixie had become intimate friends, but both knew they needed permission from their dominant partners to express it. In this case they did not have it.

"Bad girls!" Lance barked, chiding both of the naked women. "Don't let me catch you like this again, and when Lois gets back you will both receive a corrective for this little interlude of yours. Plans have changed a bit since Lois had to step out for an errand. When you have finished bathing you will make up your faces then put on heels, stockings, and pumps. Once that is done proceed to the kitchen and clean it. When all that is complete you will kneel next to the door to the basement with your noses and nipples pressed to the wall until we collect you." He then shut the door and left them.

"He looked mad," Trixie said.

"That was just how he is, I think he is just taking the opportunity to toy with you before he starts with me," Sandra replied.

"What do you think he has planned for you today?" asked the teenage nymph. Trixie actually had far more time in this lifestyle than Sandra, but the eighteen year old still looked up to the older woman like a mentor of sorts.

"I think he is going to try and make me change my mind one last time," Sandra answered, then she said, "Since we are already in trouble we should stop talking and do what he wants, and as quickly as possible."

"OK, you know him better than I do, but just so you know, I loved getting in trouble with you." Trixie said, garnering a smile from Sandra before both girls finished their shared shower.

After that they douched and flushed their rumps thoroughly. Then they dolled up their faces, put on their sexy lingerie, and cleaned the kitchen. The fact that both were aroused, and getting hotter by the minute, left them both panting like dogs in heat by the time they were kneeling by the basement door. With their noses planted on the wall and their breasts pressed to it too, the building need for sexual release was obvious in both of them. But now they would wait, allowing their minds to ponder the coming day. For Trixie there was the hope she would be allowed to experience Lance's cock, but for Sandra it was all about preparing herself to finally convince him that she was meant to become his.

Lois returned in just under two hours, leaving Trixie and Sandra for nearly an hour in their strict pose. Their knees were sore, but their arousal was so great it was nearly unbearable. When they heard Lois and Lance return, first by hearing their footsteps and then by the sound of the basement door opening, they could barely stand it anymore. A curt order to stand and walk down the stairs voiced by Lance was all they needed to lurch to their feet and eagerly comply.

Once down in Lance's basement play room both Sandra and Trixie found their ankles and wrists encircled with heavy leather cuffs. Side by side they were secured facing the wall with the front of their bodies pressed against the unyielding bricks. One small comfort was that their hands were close enough together that they could touch fingertips, which they did. Though marks from their shoulders down to their thighs were still visible after last night's kinky orgy, Lance and Lois painted fresh new ones over them with their whips. Once both girls were properly pinked up from their necks to rumps, they were released.

Lois locked Trixie's wrists behind her back and had her kneel between her legs to pleasure her, while Lance had Sandra crawl to the middle of the room. Once there she was made to stand up and perch each of her feet on two separate wooden blocks that were two feet apart from each other. They were basically eight-inch cubes. Since she was wearing five-inch heels she had to point her toes to one corner so her heel could rest on the edge of the opposite one. It was precarious at best, and fully intentional of course.

Lance stepped behind her then, locking her wrists together behind her back with a large padlock through the rings of her cuffs. This made it even harder to keep her balance on the small blocks of wood. But he made it a true challenge by wrapping an eight-inch wide leather binder fitted around her upper arms that drew her elbows nearly together. Her shoulder blades were now jutting out from her back, just like her breasts were from her chest. There was a large ring stitched into the leather binder, just above her elbows, where he snapped a locking hook attached to a winch on the ceiling. He raised it just enough to pull her upper arms perpendicular to her body, leaving her feet barely clinging to the tops of the cubes.

He stepped in front of her and asked, "Are you comfortable now Sandra?"

"Yes Master, thank you Master," she replied honestly. Every time he bound her into some arduous position she found she felt a strange sense of connection to him, one she enjoyed immensely. It was just that what she considered enjoyable was now vastly different than she would have felt a few weeks ago. Feeling helpless in his presence was what motivated her and strict bondage was a fundamental part of it for her.

"Why are you here now Sandra?" he asked.

"To petition you to accept me as yours Master."

"My what?"

"Your slave Master, I wish to become your slave Master," she answered.

He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back roughly. Then, while staring down at her face, he barked, "Tell me what you offer for this privilege?"

"Everything Master!" she yelped.

He released his grip on her hair after pulling her forward so she now faced the floor, "Tell me exactly what that means slut!"

"I will quit my job, give you all my possessions, and surrender my body to you to do whatever you want with me." Sandra replied, not daring to lift her head as she answered him. When she heard her own voice saying those words she felt a sense of finality, as well as a shiver of arousal.

"That sounds too vague to me," he replied. "Tell me how you could make it more challenging to accomplish those goals?"

Sandra was not surprised that he was raising the already high price he required for her commitment to him. She had to think fast since he was expecting an answer. Suddenly she had an idea and she replied, "I should reveal my new status while I quit my job and when I close the lease with my landlord Master."

"Now your thinking like a slut, good girl. So how do we accomplish that?"

"I should be dressed in tight latex Master," she answered, feeling almost proud that she thought of this. But the idea of showing up at work and meeting her landlord dressed like a kinked out whore was a sobering thought that challenged her strong submissive desires.

"Good start, but not enough. What else could you do?"

Now she knew where he was steering her and a strange and scary surge of excitement infused her. In a very sexy voice, she answered, "I should offer my sexual services to them Master."

"Very good, you are starting to understand your new role. Yes, I think we will doll you up and task you to seduce both of these men. Failure with either task will naturally earn a severe punishment," he said, emphasizing the word severe in a way that told her she better not fail, or should I? She wondered.

"Now tell me what you expect to discover from me Sandra?" he asked, changing the subject abruptly, while she was trying process what she would have to do tomorrow.

"I only wish to learn how to please you Master!" she cried out passionately.

"How much have you learned so far?"

"Very little Master, I am still a stupid slut," she answered, knowing she had so much more to learn about his brand of domination.

"Yes you are, and a horny cunt too. Now you will repeat, 'I am a stupid slut with a horny cunt,' until I tell you to stop," he said.

As Sandra started to recite those words Lance stepped behind her and proceeded to jam his index and middle fingers right into her sopping wet honey pit. She tried to keep her speech steady, but she had to moan when her hungry sex was filled so abruptly. She loved being used so callously, always available to feel pain, pleasure, and often both, all at her Master's discretion. He did not move his fingers in and out very deeply; rather, he curled his fingers inside her and roughly scraped his nails against the soft inner wall of her quim. She stuttered a bit, knowing full well he was coaxing a deluge from her and she was fighting hard to resist the intense pleasure building deep within her loins.

In short order, now unable to ignore his vaginal caresses, she cried out, "Please Master! Please let this stupid horny cunt come...OHHH, GOD PLEASE!"

He ripped his fingers from her sex and yelled, "Climax for me slut! Squirt your come all over the floor!"