Master, mistress and sex slave training | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 6

Ito Siteki sat at ease in a comfortable canvas chair on a smooth green lawn at the rear of Shimatsu’s large house, his black eyes fixed on Maxine Osborne’s curvaceous body as she moved from one sexually explicit pose to the next in response to his terse commands.

He had no intention of telling her, but he was extremely pleased with her performance and could find no fault with her obedience or gracefulness as she displayed her body before him.

Almost at the end of her first month as a captive, Maxine’s only slightly submissive inclinations had been developed and reinforced to such an extent that neither he, nor she, thought of her as anything other than a full slave, her instantaneous obedience and absolute submission to his will taken for granted by them both.

For Maxine, the transition from free woman to humble slave was virtually complete and Siteki was looking forward to the moment of her final submission with keen anticipation.

Within the hour, he was going to bind her and take her with all the power and authority of a true Master and he was quite certain that Maxine would surrender as a true slave, for he was well aware that her belly simmered with constant slave-heat and that she was fiercely and hopelessly responsive to the touch of a Master... or a Master’s whip.

As she should be, he chuckled to himself, considering that he had used his hands and lips and crop to arouse Maxine to, or near to, orgasm several times every day for the previous week.

And now, finally, the blonde was ready...

Unaware of Siteki’s intentions, Maxine was enjoying the simple pleasures of the sun on her back and grass under her feet, hardly even conscious any more of the steel clamping her throat and limbs.

True, she was displaying her naked body as a slave before a fully-dressed Master, but that had become almost second nature to her... as had the pleasantly arousing weight of rings at her nipples and labia and the ever-present warmth of slave-heat between her thighs.

She was not even bound, for since her punishment at the wall and subjugation by Siteki, Maxine had accepted the inevitability of her fate and become as docile and obedient a slave as any Master could have wished to possess.

With acceptance, had come desire and she had trained hard, perfecting the blend of grace and sensual eroticism required of her, her body conditioned to respond to a single touch and her desire to please her Master burning in her belly every time she knelt before them and proffered herself in the lovely and ultimately-submissive pose of a full and willing slave.

She and Melissa had been kept in separate cells, seeing each other only at training sessions when, bound and gagged, they had both been made to demonstrate the skills they had learned and it had been almost impossible for Maxine to gauge how her sister was doing.

She could only hope that Melissa had accepted her fate, too and was making the best of a situation she could not change; extracting what pleasure she could from the circumstances.

For, sometimes, there was a great deal of pleasure to be had, for her Master was not always cruel and demanding and Maxine had reached heights of sexual ecstasy she had never imagined could exist as he trained her to submit, her body spiralling out of control to passions which grew ever more fierce under his skilled tutelage.

Time after time, Maxine had begged openly to be taken, pleading for Siteki to enter her and make her his, but he had always refused, even though his erection bulged hugely and he clearly wanted to have her.

At first, she could not understand, but as her training progressed, she realised that she was not to be allowed the satisfaction she craved until he decided she was ready and sufficiently desperate to submit unconditionally to his Mastery.

That, too, was part of her training and the knowledge that he was strong enough to control not only her passions, but his own as well, was an enormous thrill to Maxine, for it showed her just how completely she was owned and in his power.

A free woman could give herself to her partner, expecting and sharing the pleasures of her body...

but Maxine, a lowly slave, could not.

Her body belonged to her Master and it was he, not she, who would decide when and even if, she would be permitted to serve him!

It was a shocking and intensely exciting realisation and Maxine tried even harder to break down Siteki’s resistance, offering herself more and more beautifully as her mind and body slipped deeper into slavery and willing subjugation.

„To my feet, slave.“

Maxine hurried to her Master and knelt to offer herself, thighs wide, spine arched and hands clasped at the small of her back, slave-heat swirling in her belly as his deep-set black eyes drank in the sweet curves and shadowed recesses of her displayed body.

„You have done well, slave,“ he told her. „I am pleased with you.“

„Thank you, Master,“ she replied softly. „A slave is grateful you find her pleasing.“

„As a reward for your hard work, you will now be permitted to serve me as a full slave.“

Maxine’s eyes widened fractionally, but she stayed quite still as she heard that her long, frustrating wait was to come to an end.

„I will serve you well, Master,“ she said firmly, but the quivering of her breasts belied her calmness and Siteki gave a wolfish grin.

„Indeed you will, slave,“ he assured her, „Or you will regret your failure.“

„Yes, Master,“ Maxine replied and lowered her eyes humbly as he moved behind her.

„Wrists to ankles,“ he ordered and as she obeyed, he snapped the locks closed, confining Maxine’s right wrist to right ankle and left to left and arching her slightly.

He eased her down onto her back and Maxine gulped as the tension of her bonds trapped her doubled calves and her thighs gaped.

She could not move, her own body-weight holding her and as she stared up at the tautly proffered swells of her breasts and felt the warmth of the sun on her rounded belly and inner thighs, Maxine shuddered in delicious fear, knowing she was helplessly displayed and utterly vulnerable.

Siteki chuckled as he stared down at her, „You may scream as I take you, slave,“ he said, „It may help... or it may not,“ and he casually began to strip.

Maxine gazed up and her belly gave wild lurches of fear and arousal as she saw his heavily muscled body and the massive, iron-hard evidence of his lust.

He was huge and as he knelt between her thighs, she gave a shrill squeal of horror, frightened that she would be unable to take him.

His mouth descended to her spread sex and Maxine screamed in disbelief as devastating arousal stormed through her pinioned body, his lips creating total havoc as they kissed and licked and sucked at the exquisitely sensitive flesh of her labia and clitoris, his tongue probing deep into the slickly lubricated channel of her sex and his teeth tugging gently at the rings piercing her to add tiny flashes of delicious pain to the chaotic frenzy overwhelming her.

She could not resist for even an instant and screamed, „Yes! Oh, yes, Master! I submit! I submit!

I’m your slave and I need you, Master! Take me! Take me, please! Oh! Ohh! Aaaghhh!“

Her shrill squeal echoed through the garden as an orgasm of volcanic proportions crashed into her belly and her whole body convulsed, then convulsed again and again as she surrendered to his dominance and a fountain of love juices erupted into her sex.

Siteki waited no longer and she screamed in abject submission as his thick shaft bludgeoned its way into her sex and lunged deep into her spasming belly.

The pounding jolts of his rampant masculinity shook her whole body and she whimpered in horror and ecstasy as he crushed her beneath his weight and power, her body impaled on the rigid lance of his flesh as he exerted the full awesome strength of his Mastery to bring her to a second explosive orgasm, her love juices flowing in scalding torrents over his embedded shaft as her belly gave up its heated tribute to his irresistible lust.

Helplessly spread in her bondage and pinned beneath her Master’s bulk, Maxine could hardly summon up the breath to scream as Siteki gathered himself and drove to the very core of the seething cauldron that was her belly, his long, ruthless thrusts bringing gasps of anguish from her throat as her body was forced to respond yet again to his insatiable demands.

His hands rose to her breasts and as his fingers toyed with her nipples and the rings transfixing them, Maxine climaxed for a third time, unable to resist the inferno of submissive passion he had deliberately unleashed within her.

Her head arched back until the veins in her neck corded and she howled, „I’m a slave...a slave...a sla.a.ave!“ and her belly kicked furiously, pumping fresh love juices over Siteki’s throbbing shaft.

His hips jerked forward and as Maxine convulsed around him, his spend jetted into the maelstrom of her belly, mingling with her juices as she spasmed and pulsed and juddered in complete and unqualified surrender!

For several minutes, Siteki remained where he was, savouring the extraordinary feelings of internal explosions racking Maxine’s belly as her orgasm raged on and when he finally lifted his head to stare at her, there could be no mistaking the self-knowledge that looked back at him from her wide blue eyes.

„You are now truly a slave,“ he said calmly.

Maxine had been used as a full slave and had responded as a full slave... and she knew it.

„Yes, Master,“ she whispered, „I am a full slave.“

Melissa’s training had taken a somewhat different course from her sister’s...

At Dawnelle’s urging, Siteki had agreed to allow the younger blonde’s initiation into the duties of her enslavement to be supervised by the redhead and, just as Maxine had learned to obey and respond to her Master, Melissa learned to submit to her Mistress.

If anything, Melissa’s training had been even more demanding than her sister’s because Dawnelle was coldly determined to prove herself the equal of any man.

Especially Siteki.

Dawnelle made her resolution crystal clear on the very first day...

„You,“ she told Melissa as the blonde knelt before her, „Are going to be the best, most obedient and most submissive slave that Shimatsu has ever had the pleasure of owning. I do not intend to be beaten by that arrogant swine, Siteki and I don’t care what I have to do to you to make you a more desirable slave than your sister. You are going to work, slave and don’t expect any mercy from me if I’m not satisfied!“

Melissa looked up at the dominant woman towering over her and felt her blood run cold as she realised that anything less than perfection would not be tolerated.

So it proved and on every day that followed, the small blonde flinched and gasped as her errors and shortcomings, no matter how tiny, earned instant retribution from the crop her Mistress carried at all times.

Over and over, Melissa forced her aching, whip-striped body to assume the Display, Submission and Punishment positions, struggling despairingly to satisfy the demands of her perfectionist Mistress...and over and over, the crop left its mark on her buttocks, thighs and breasts as Dawnelle expressed her displeasure at Melissa’s failure to arch her spine deeply enough, or point her toes sufficiently, or even fail to show total submission in the look on her face!

It was a living nightmare and at night, alone in her cell, Melissa wept bitter tears, wondering if she could ever be good enough to please the merciless redhead.

Slowly, though, inch by painful inch, Melissa’s performance crept towards Dawnelle’s impossibly high standards until, to the slave’s joy, Dawnelle grudgingly announced that the day’s exercises had been, „Adequate.“

That evening, Melissa was rewarded with the first climax she had been allowed for a week and as her spread-eagled body responded frantically to her Mistress’s fingers and lips, she surrendered completely to her enforced passion, no longer caring that she was at the mercy of another woman.

Male or female made no difference, her submission was that of a slave and the intensity of her need took no account of gender.

As she watched the blonde’s willing acceptance of a slave’s climax and heard her soft moans of ecstasy, Dawnelle grinned with triumph. Melissa was as hot and responsive as any slave she had ever seen and she knew that Siteki could have been no more successful with his trainee than she was with hers.

„That’ll show him,“ she muttered to herself, „My slave will prove to him that I am a real Mistress and just as dominant as he is. There is nothing he can do that I can’t.“

Or so she believed

In order to demonstrate to Siteki how superbly she had trained Melissa, Dawnelle decided to put on a show for the muscular Oriental and invite him to sample the charms of the fully trained and intensely responsive blonde.

So it was that Melissa found herself helplessly bound once more, her wrists and elbows clamped together behind her, ankles held wide apart by a steel spreader-bar and a thick blindfold buckled over her eyes.

To ensure her slave’s complete docility, Dawnelle ran a chain through a ceiling pulley to Melissa’s cuffed wrists and levered her arms upwards behind her back until the blonde bent forward, her torso parallel to the floor and her taut breasts hanging beneath her like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.

Melissa’s horror was completed as the redhead then attached light chains to her nipple rings and tensioned them to a ringbolt in the floor, depriving Melissa of even the smallest possibility of movement!

„Siteki will be here in a few minutes,“ Dawnelle announced, „And he’s going to have you as a full slave.“

Melissa whimpered, her brain full of vivid images of how desirable and helpless she must look and how easily she could be used by a Master... but Dawnelle had not finished.

„While he has you, slave,“ she went on, „You will pleasure me with your lips!“

„Please, Mistress...“ Melissa began, her displayed nudity trembling, but Dawnelle’s crop hissed down across her unprotected buttocks and the redhead snarled, „Silence, bitch! I’m not interested in hearing anything a slave has to say!“

The blonde yelped as the cruel blow striped her bottom, then was silent, fear of her Mistress’s wrath blending oddly with the slave-heat that glowed in her belly as she faced the prospect of being forced to serve two dominants at the same time.

She knew that the desire she felt was the end product of her rigorous training and that she had been conditioned to respond to such a shameful and humiliating idea exactly as she had... but knowing it did not reduce its effects upon her and as her belly swirled and quivered to waves of heat and her nipples began to stiffen in anticipation of the ordeal to come, Melissa understood that she had become the slave her collar proclaimed her to be!

As Siteki strode into the room and laughed, „Congratulations, Dawnelle! A most delightfully presented slave!“ Melissa’s sex grew wet and slippery with the juices of her helpless need.

„I’m sure you will find her satisfactory,“ Dawnelle replied coldly and the tightly bound slave shivered, hearing the unspoken threat should she not be satisfactory.

„I’m sure I shall,“ and his fingers darted to Melissa’s body, sliding easily in the well-lubricated channel of her sex as he assessed her readiness.

Unable to help her reaction, Melissa writhed as his fingers penetrated her, but her instinctive response brought her a double retribution.

The chains to her nipple rings tugged at her pierced flesh and Dawnelle sent her crop cracking across her back, snapping, „Keep still, slave!“

Melissa had no choice and forced herself to obey, clenching her teeth and fighting to keep still as Siteki’s fingers explored and probed the agonisingly sensitive recesses of her belly, her arousal zooming to near-unbearable levels as her Masters imposed their absolute dominance on her.

„Hot little slut, isn’t she?“ Siteki chuckled and Dawnelle gave a tinkling laugh.

„She’d better be, or she’ll answer to me! I don’t believe in taking it easy on a slave and as far as I’m concerned, any slave who isn’t perfect ought to be whipped until she is!“

Siteki smiled at the redhead, „How right you are, Dawnelle,“ he agreed smoothly, „My philosophy exactly and I shall be sure to apply it to any slave I train in the future,“ and his black eyes glittered.

Dawnelle nodded, then gestured at Melissa’s stringent bondage, „What do you think of the tie I’ve put her in? Rather good, I think.“

„Very good. Especially the nipple chains.“

„Yes, I like those. They hold her really well and if a slave has got rings, I thought, why not use them?“

„Why not, indeed? They ensure obedience and remind a slave what she is. And as you know, I am a firm believer in the disciplinary value of piercings.“

„Yes, I know you are and having seen the effects on this slave and her sister, I’ve decided to try it out for myself when I go back.“

„An excellent idea, Dawnelle,“ Siteki chuckled, „I’m sure you will be astonished by the results,“ and he grinned at the tall redhead.

Bent over in her implacable bondage, blindfolded and with her body in a ferment of submissive arousal, Melissa could do nothing but wait as her Masters talked, their casual arrogance and inattention to her available nudity, adding to her sense of powerlessness and subjugation.

The surprise addition of the blindfold had had the effect of greatly increasing Melissa’s perception of her own helpless vulnerability and as Siteki’s hands had toyed with her, a towering orgasm had built inexorably, until she teetered on the edge of a terrifying precipice of need.

Then, when only a touch would have been enough to send her hurtling down into her climax, he had stopped.

If she had dared, Melissa would have begged him to continue... but she did not dare, for she knew that her disobedience would earn her a merciless punishment and, too awful to contemplate, the possibility that she would be denied her climax altogether.

The Masters might decide to punish her by not letting her come and Melissa could not... and would not... risk such a chance.

No matter how long it took, or what she had to suffer, she was not going to give them the smallest excuse to deprive her of what she wanted so badly.

It was a decision that confirmed her as a genuine slave and Melissa was well aware that she would never again be able to persuade herself that she was anything other than a slave... but her passion was strong within her and she needed and wanted and longed for the release of the orgasmic pressure cooker boiling in her belly.

Dawnelle moved to stand in front of Melissa and raised her mini-skirt, „Pleasure me, slave,“ she ordered and pressed her belly against her blindfolded face.

Without an instant’s hesitation, the blonde obeyed, her lips and tongue nuzzling and licking at her Mistress’s labia and sex, her nostrils filled with the musky scent of the redhead’s arousal.

Dawnelle sighed with pleasure, then called to Siteki, „Be my guest. Take her if you wish. Slaves have to learn to please any Masters and this one could do with the lesson.“

Melissa whimpered, but her lips and tongue never faltered in their busy tempo and Dawnelle beamed in triumph at the incontrovertible evidence of her slave’s complete submission.

Siteki didn’t need a second invitation, shedding his trousers and moving between Melissa’s spread thighs, his strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust his rigid erection into the slick heat of her sex.

A muffled shriek of welcome and surrender burst from Melissa’s nose and she climaxed at once, drawing Siteki’s maleness deep into the pulsating whirlpool of her belly as her scalding love juices showered down like hot rain over his thick shaft.

Distracted by the frenzied spasms of her terrific climax, her lips ceased their stimulation of her Mistress’s body...

A mistake which was immediately punished as the crop flicked sideways across Melissa’s ribs and swaying breasts as they hung, ripe and defenceless beneath her, branding stripes of stinging heat into her defenceless flesh as the redhead snapped, „Continue, slave! You were not given permission to stop.“

The combination of a climax, punishment, ruthless discipline and the sharp twinges at her breasts as she jerked in response to the crop, was far, far too much and Melissa’s belly kicked and juddered and pulsed to continuous mini-orgasms as she was forced to resume her submissive pleasuring of her Mistress, even as her Master’s rigid shaft pistoned into her roiling belly.

Spiralling downwards into a vortex of lust and subjugation and pained ecstasy, Melissa abandoned all pretence of control and surrendered unreservedly to her slave-trained passions, her belly exploding in coruscating spasms as orgasm upon orgasm crashed through her body and her lips worked dementedly at her Mistress’s sex.

Siteki’s spend thundered into her and she screamed in shocked disbelief as his release triggered even greater chaos in her body, renewed billows of foaming juices mingling and mixing with the

powerful jets of his climax in the swamped confines of her belly as she came and came with stupendous, mind-numbing power.

Shocked at the sheer depth and extent of her enforced passion and with her whole body shuddering and quivering to the pandemonium in her belly, Melissa knew that she had still not completed the tasks ordered by Dawnelle.

The redhead had not yet reached her orgasm and if she did not, Melissa knew she would be the one to suffer.

Doing her best to ignore the spasms that rippled through her body and the fact that Siteki was still buried in her belly, Melissa concentrated as best she could on bringing her Mistress the pleasure she demanded.

Pursing her lips, she tugged gently at the redhead’s engorged clitoris and licked the puffily-swollen petals of her labia, using all of the experience she had gathered from previous pleasurings of the woman during her training.

Dawnelle’s eyes were closed, her expression beatific as she wallowed in the erotic sensations of Melissa’s soft lips on her body and as the blonde’s tongue dived into the receptive heat of Dawnelle’s sex and pushed her into a long, shuddering orgasm of delicious, tingling rapture, the redhead was oblivious to Siteki’s intent scrutiny as he noted every detail of her responses.

Details that he carefully stored away in his brain for future use...

Some time later, released from her stringent bondage and kneeling humbly before her fully dressed Mistress, Melissa saw her sister precede Siteki into the room and kneel alongside her.

„You have submitted and served your Masters as full slaves,“ he said bluntly, „What are you?“

He pointed to Maxine.

„I am a f... full slave, Master,“ she stammered.

He pointed to Melissa.

„I... I am a full sl... slave, Master,“ she whispered.

„Yes,“ he told them, „You are. In two days you will kneel before Mr Shimatsu as full slaves and you will serve him in any way he commands. Do you understand?“

„Yes, Master.“

„Yes, Master.“

„Good. It does not matter what you once were, because you are now only slaves. There is no escape and no appeal against what you are. Your only duty is to serve perfectly and if you fail, you will be punished. Do you understand?“

„Yes, Master.“

„Yes, Master.“

„Good. Then your initial training is almost complete. So far, you have performed satisfactorily, but you are now fully trained slaves and the only acceptable standard is perfection. Do not forget that, slaves, because not all Masters are as lax as Dawnelle and myself.“

Maxine and Melissa gulped as they stared up at the two dominants Lax was not a word they would ever have connected with the pair and wondered just how much more demanding any other Masters could be?

Dawnelle chuckled as she saw the anxiety in their faces, „What’s the matter, slaves?“ she sneered,

„Surely you didn’t expect things to get easier, did you? Well, if you did, you’re wrong! You’ve only just begun to learn how to be real slaves and as soon as I finish the last few days’ work on my new computer security system, I’ll be able to devote myself full-time to making quite sure that you two know exactly what is required of you.“

Maxine shivered and dropped her eyes as the redhead glared at her, understanding that Dawnelle still harboured resentment against her and meant to make her suffer.

„How much work do you still have to do?“ Siteki asked casually.

„Two days, maybe three,“ Dawnelle replied, „Certainly no more.“

„And then?“

„I suppose I really should think about getting back to the office. I’d like to stay longer, but if I don’t get back soon, Andrew Morrison will begin to think that I’ve been kidnapped as well,“ she gave a shrug, „Pity really, I would have liked to have seen them serving Mr Shimatsu’s guests next month.“

„Perhaps you will, Dawnelle,“ Siteki said softly, „I know he would like you to be there and in spite of our differences of opinion, so would I.“

Dawnelle looked at him suspiciously, „You would? Well... thank you for saying so. I appreciate it.

But I thought you with didn’t agree with women, especially Western women, being dominant?“

„Normally, that is so, Dawnelle,“ he replied, smiling broadly, „But you are stronger than most women, mentally and physically and you understand the needs and desires that can be used to turn any woman into a slave. That is a rare quality and most valuable. Few people have that passion and even fewer allow that passion to become reality. But it burns in you, Dawnelle and it found its outlet in controlling and dominating others.“

He paused and stared deep into her hazel eyes, „If it had not,“ he said slowly, „And I mean no offence in this, it is my belief that you would have become a superbly submissive slave, rather than a Mistress.“

Dawnelle’s jaw dropped open and she gaped at him in speechless amazement.

„I may be wrong, of course,“ he added reflectively, „Only you can know for certain...“

Dawnelle found her voice at last, „No,“ she told him, „No, you’re quite wrong. I would never be a slave. No way. Definitely not.“

„Of course not,“ he agreed quickly, „I apologise again for thinking it. You are a dominant, of course. A Mistress, as you told me before. I should not have doubted it.“

„Yes, that’s right,“ she replied hastily, „I am a Mistress and I wouldn’t ever choose to be a... a slave.

Never!“

„I understand. Let us forget I spoke of it. You return to your computers and I shall continue with the slaves’ training until Mr Shimatsu is ready. We shall doubtless meet again then.“

Dawnelle nodded silently and turned to leave, then turned back, „Why did you say that?“ she asked curiously, „Whatever made you think I could be a slave?“

Siteki looked at her soberly, „You are a beautiful woman,“ he told her calmly, „And your body is certainly good enough to attract the desire of men, as you must know. Even in the West there must be some dominant men and if you had found yourself collared and in chains as a naked prisoner, do you imagine you could have resisted a true Master any more than these slaves who kneel before us?“

Dawnelle looked at his face, then at the displayed bodies of Maxine and Melissa and she gave a little shudder.

„I never... never thought of it like that,“ she murmured, almost to herself and shuddered again.

Then, with a visible effort, she controlled herself and said firmly, „No! I would never be as weak as them. I’m much stronger than any pathetic little slave!“ and she turned on her heel and strode from the room.

Siteki’s lips curved in a thin smile as her back disappeared from his view. He turned back to the two wide-eyed blondes, ignoring the confusion on their faces as they tried to understand what had just taken place, „Up, slaves,“ he ordered cheerfully, „There is work to be done, so let’s get on with it.“

Soo Lin pressed the empty glass to her lips in a delicate kiss, then held it out in both cuffed hands and bowed her head in submission.

As he took the glass, Siteki smiled down at the tiny, naked slave kneeling at his feet and said, „Now, that is how a slave serves her Master. Thank you, Soo Lin. Back in line.“

The brunette rose gracefully and took her place alongside Maxine and Melissa.

„Next,“ he called, replacing the glass on a table by his chair and Maxine walked forward, doing her best to emulate the sensual fluidity displayed by Soo Lin.

At the table, she sank to her knees and reached for the glass, cupping it in her palms and raising it to her lips.

„No!“ Siteki snapped, „You are serving a Master. Kiss the glass as though it was his lips.“

Maxine flushed and tried again, her soft lips brushing the glittering crystal with tiny, feather-soft kisses, almost as if she were trying to arouse the goblet.

„Hmph. Better,“ Siteki grunted and she held out the glass towards him, lowering her head.

His hand stretched out, then suddenly changed course and she gasped, her body jerking as he caressed her left nipple.

„If that glass had been full,“ he said harshly, „It would have spilled all over me and you would be in Punishment position, waiting for a whipping!“

Maxine trembled wildly, knowing it was true.

„You keep quite still, no matter what is done to you, slave. Have you got that?“

Maxine nodded, not daring to speak and he ordered, „Again, slave. And this time, do it right!“

As she kissed the glass and held it out, the tip of his leather crop travelled up the inside of her spread left thigh and slid across the exposed flesh of her ringed labia. Maxine clenched her teeth and fought to keep her hands rock-steady against the insidious arousal which tingled through her belly as her Master’s crop tested the strength of her obedience. If she gave in to the stimulation and moved, she knew the crop would change from an instrument of pleasure to one of pain and she would be punished. She had to keep still and as the leather worked its way between the lips of her labia and slid easily in the slick moistness of her aroused sex, Maxine forced herself to overcome her growing desire and make herself obey as the trained slave she was. Knowing full well that each time she obeyed, her subjugation to her Master’s will took a stronger grip upon her and made resistance even less possible.

She could not win; if she obeyed, she sank deeper into slavery; if she didn’t, she was punished and then forced to obey.

Either way, her submission to slavery was reinforced.

Maxine was not stupid and did not want to be punished, so had very quickly learned to choose the easier and less-painful option.

Instant and unquestioning obedience. Just as Siteki had told her that she would be required to give!

„Satisfactory, slave. Back in line.“

Maxine’s eyes glistened with unshed tears of anger and frustration as she was dismissed so callously, but she knew better than to argue and took her place next to Soo Lin, watching carefully as Melissa was summoned. With the examples of her enslaved companions fresh in her mind, Melissa was better able to avoid criticism and was ridiculously pleased when her Master smiled,

„Very good, slave,“ and simply ordered her back in line, flanking the others.

She was a good deal less pleased, however, when the muscular dominant snapped, „All of you.

Punishment position, now!“

As one, the three naked slaves bent their foreheads to the floor and placed their cuffed wrists behind their necks, thighs spread and buttocks raised high in the air in the most exposed and vulnerable position.

It was impossible to see what was happening behind her and Melissa licked her lips nervously, unable to anticipate what was going to happen.

To her right, Soo Lin’s slim body quivered as, with a sharp crack, the crop descended on her upraised bottom, then rose and struck again, bringing a soft whimper from the brunette’s lips.

Followed, a moment later, by nasal gasps as the Master’s fingers drove into her sex, arousing her unmercifully and forcing her into a climax in less than a minute, her body juddering as she came.

Melissa had no time to feel sorry for the small brunette, for no sooner had she begun to spasm, than Siteki moved on to Melissa herself, his crop burning across her buttocks as she squealed in pain and anguish.

To her despairing horror, his fingers penetrated her body exactly as they had with Soo Lin...and with the same devastating result, her belly convulsing helplessly as an orgasm flooded her with

waves of scalding love juices. Pulsing and gasping to the power of the climax so casually inflicted upon her, Melissa groaned with the shame of her immediate submission, stunned and humiliated by the ease with which her body had been made to surrender and as his fingers withdrew from her and he moved to Maxine, the spasming blonde realised just how simple it was for a determined Master to impose his will on a slave.

Any master.

And any slave.

The implications raced through her brain as she remembered Dawnelle’s mention of a party to be held in a month. What if there were other Masters at the party?

As Maxine’s moans and squeals built to a crescendo and she plunged into her enforced climax, Melissa trembled wildly, her brain visualising lurid images of herself being forced to serve a never-ending stream of Master and Mistresses, each crueller, more demanding and more ruthless than the one before!

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