Cute Girls

Victor’s New Slave Ch. 02

Slave was ecstatic, never had she cum so hard or felt so happy. Her new master was kind, rich and a wonderful lover. She knew that more than anything else, she wanted to please him, and do everything that he asked of her. It was a euphoric feeling that took slave out to the room grabbing at her discarded costume, almost skipping.

She took the stairs two at a time. Quickly, she was up the three flights of stairs that took her to her bedroom. This time, she knew exactly where the shower was and it seemed as if it took her no time to get in and out, taking special care to clean her still tingling smooth skin very thoroughly. Stepping out into the bathroom she dried herself with the big fluffy towel. As she was not given any instruction as to what she should wear, she decided to wear the red latex outfit again, not even thinking about the other possibilities in her wardrobe.

Walking down the stairs, she wondered about Victor’s bathroom; his entire house seemed to be full of erotica and she was sure that this would be no exception. Following the stairs that started in sitting room, she went up the quarter turn to the first floor.

At the top of the stairs, the hallway was dimly lit, there was some light coming from the small window and the only other light source was coming from far down the hallway. This house is so big that there seems to be no shortage for doors. “Hunt and Peck” she told herself and with grim determination she decided to try each one as she passed it; it was luck that she only had to try one, or was it just that the path that he had provided her was the shortest. When she opened the door, she was met with Victor’s voice. “Slave, come in and close the door. Here is a lighter; I want you to light every candle in the room.”

Taking the lighter from Victor, she flipped it on and began to search for the first candle.

“Slave!” Victor boomed out.

“Sir, what is it that you want?” slave was confused; she had thought that she was doing everything he wished.

“Come here Slave” Victor said in a terse voice.

Quickly, because she could hear the anger in his voice, she walked to where she knew he was. “Yes Sir.” she said in a hesitant tone. She could only hope that she did not do something to bad.

He pulled her down on his lap. Bending her over his knee, he lifted her skirt and slapped her still tender rear, hard. “Now Slave” slap, “When you enter my bathroom” slap, “you are to come in” slap, “without any clothes on” slap.

Then from the table beside him, he took out a dildo slamming it into her now quivering wet pussy. It always amazed her at how quickly a spanking would get her wet. “Now leave, and I do not want you returning until you are dressed properly.”

“Yes Sir” she said as she quickly walked out the room. Once outside the door, she quickly undressed and laid her clothes beside the door.

“Slave” Victor said softly, “here is a lighter, you are to light every candle in the room.”

“Yes Sir” she said as she took the lighter and walked over to where she had previously seen a candle. When it was lit, it offered some illumination and she was able to quickly spot the next candle. With each candle the room became brighter. Looking back to see if there was one she may have missed, slave saw the first statute.

What she saw was in the small cubby was a figurine of a naked lady who was jumping over the water with a bunch of dolphins. Her body was beautiful, her legs apart as one would if they were jumping a hurdle, and directly below her the dolphins were jumping as well, blowing water out of their blow holes. She was in a position to have one of the dolphins stream right at her pussy and it looked as if she were enjoying herself.

When the dildo began to slip from Slaves body she was quickly brought back to reality. Pushing the dildo back in place she searched for another candle.

Lighting it, she saw the next figurine was one of a giant lady, or she was giant compared to the little men that were surrounding her. She was on here side, and her knees were bent. There was one little man that was behind her, his very extremely large cock was at the brink of her pussy, looking as if it were ready to break her in two. Another was at her face. His cock buried deep with in her mouth and a third figure was on his knees before her. Sucking her breasts as her hand was wrapped around his cock.

The figurine that was next was one of a woman who was tied at the wrists and the other end to a tree. There was a man behind her pushing down on her back as his cock was in her ass. Her back arched to allow him to penetrate her ass deeply. She had tears rolling down her cheeks and he a look of triumph on his face.

Slave startled when she heard Victor clear his throat behind her. Knowing that she should be lighting the candles, she tried not to look at the figurines, but it was difficult. Each one she saw was in an erotic pose, some with others, some alone, unsure if it was the dildo that was between her legs or the erotic figurines that were making her so hot. But each time she bent over or lifted to light a high candle, the dildo in her slipped. Several times she found herself pushing it back in before it slipped out. She could not remember anytime when erotica made her so hot. This caused her to hold her pussy walls tight around the dildo as she moved from candle to candle, as she was so wet that this only helped little.

Along the outer wall, her attention was brought to a larger piece. This piece was more involved. Not just the figures were involved but the scenery as well. It started with a satyr as he was sneaking up upon an unsuspecting nymph who was drying herself on a rock. It was obvious that this satyr had wickedness on his mind, for the face showed nothing but lust.

The next cubby had the same two characters; this time the satyr had grabbed his intended victim by the waist. Wanting to know if there were more, she took a quick glance down the way seeing the next one, they looked to be by the same sculptor, she could see the look of horror that showed on the nymphs face. This had to be a series.

Quickly she went to the next candle and lit it. The detail was amazing, the nymph with a look of panic on her face, and he, the satyr, with a look of lust. The subsequent one showed the satyr with his hands holding the left breast of the nymph; however this time, the nymph’s face had lost some of the horror and began to show interest. Quickly Slave lit the next candle. The satyr had moved his hand from her breast to between her legs. “Was his penis always this large she wondered?” She wondered. She wanted to look back but knew her job was to light candles.

The following statue showed the nymph clearly enjoying this now, as his hands were now only on her breast and between her now spread legs. This time slave noticed that his cock had indeed grown and the expression of evil wicked lust was very strong.

When the next candle was lit, Slave shifted so that she would not loose the dildo, and looked at the new statue before her. This time the satyr was about to have his way with her. The nymph was bent over the rock and the satyr with large cock in hand was getting closer to her pussy. His hand was placed on her back holding her in place. The sculptor was clearly a master as even in bronze one could see that her pussy was wet. Looking to the next cubby made her wish that she were the nymph with Satyr holding his huge cock poised ready to thrust deep into her wanting flesh.

Never before had pornographic images turned her on as much as she was now, Slave had forgotten where she was and was totally engrossed in moving from bronze to bronze.

Slave suddenly bought out of her reverie as she felt the push of a hand behind her, forcing her hands down on the seat before her. Her legs were quickly kicked further apart and the dildo was torn out of her very wet pussy, only to be replaced but something much larger. This was not victor but something else. Slave was just too horny to care and her ass pushed back against the new dildo, which seemed to be big enough to split her in two.

When the phallus entered her, it stretched and filled her tight hole. But when she felt the soft wool at the base as it hit her pussy, she needed nothing more and had a rocketing orgasm instantly. Victor pulled out the dildo only to ram it back in. Slave could do nothing, she was entranced by the idea of the satyr who was about to impale nymph who had mysteriously become her.

It was as if she could not get enough. Her buttocks slammed back on the dildo with more force and each time it left her pussy her moans grew louder, Victor was ramming the dildo in her gaping cunt, each time with more force.

Without warning, the dildo was removed. Her ass moved back, “Please fuck me. Take me hard and fast,” she screamed as her mind and thoughts reeled between the moment and the fantasy.

“Slave, did I give you permission to cum?” Victor asked in a most soothing voice.

“No Sir” She panted her quim pulsing almost begging to be filled.

“But you did cum, didn’t you?” his voice getting sweeter, almost sick like.

“Yes Sir, sorry sir… But… these sculptures are so very erotic” she said breathlessly.

“You thought that the dildo belonged to the satyr.”

It was a simple statement, but one that had Slave missing the dildo in her pussy. “Yes Sir. I could not help it. It was so big, just like the satyrs here and when the wool hit my pussy I could believe nothing else.”

Victor took the lighter from slaves hand and lit the next candle. “Look” was all he said, but Slave was looking before he even said it. This one was turned around and once again you could see the nymphs face. She too had a look of complete satisfaction on her face from the satyr’s cock that had been inserted completely in her tight cunt.

“See Sir, she likes it too.”

Victor said nothing, just handed her the lighter and went to sit back down on the bench where he came from.

Slave finished lighting the candles, being careful to walk under the rope that was attached to the wall, handed Victor the lighter and stood, naked, her head down wondering how she could get that frown from his face. When she looked at his face again she said, “Sir, I do not know what came over me. This room is so erotic, as are most of your rooms. But all these figurines just made me so horny; you had to know what would happen when you inserted that dildo into my pussy.”

“Yes, but the rule is that you are not to cum. This rule stands for ever, you may cum when and only when I tell you that it is okay. Here is one of the lessons that you need to learn.” Victor said sternly. “I will give you time to learn how to curb your orgasms to my will, but you must try to learn quickly.”

“Yes Sir, I will try to do my best, for I really do want to please you. I want to be the best slave that you ever had and only bring you happiness,” Slave said with sincerity.

“Slave, what do you think of my bathroom? In time you will have freedom to look as you wish, but for now, take a quick glance.”

Looking around Slave noticed that this room was unlike any other room in the castle. The sunken oval bath in the center must have measured some twenty feet by ten feet and was made from yet more marble. The walls had no pictures; instead it was lined with recesses. Each cubby had a different statue, some of which she had seen and others had those that she wished to see.

The walls were of dressed sandstone the same living rock the tower was constructed of. Across from the door that she’d entered was another door. As slave looked at the rope that was attached to the wall, her eyes followed it to the painted ceiling where hung a system of blocks and pulleys and then slightly below the pulleys was frame from which hung straps harnesses and ropes. Victor caught her eye as she studied the contraption suspended over the bath.

“Interested?” asked Victor.

“Yes Sir” slave said in anticipation.

“Well then, let it down and we can see what we have here.”

Slave looked at Victor with her eyebrow raised, she was well aware that he knew what they were getting into which made her feel apprehensive of the immanent future.

Too late to do anything else, slave unwound the rope from the iron cleat took the weight which was much reduced because of the pulley system and lowered the contraption down from the gloom into the now bright candle lit room.

What she saw she only partly understood. There were eight cuffs that could be used in many ways and one more loop, which she only partly understood.

“Now, Slave, let’s get ready to tie you up.” Nervously slave walked closer. Taking her hand, he led her down the few steps to the middle of his pool. She followed Victor never taking her eyes off of him. She was amazed that the temperature in the bath was perfect.

“Let’s see, which way first,” the look on his face was one of complete wickedness. It was obvious to slave that he would clearly enjoy this, but with her past experiences of being tied up, she was not so sure that she would. “Hand me your hands Slave” he attached them to a set of cuffs, then he spoke in a loud voice, “Lift”

She let out an involuntary scream of alarm as the wench started to lift her arms. Soon her toes no longer touched the floor of the pool.

“Stop!” came Victors command. “I had this little device added a couple of months ago. Technology is a wonderful thing.” Victor said. Slave very happily noticed that the wench had stopped.

The sudden cease of movement and the fact that she was no longer able to hold onto any thing solid, caused her to swing over the pool.

“Open your legs it will make the swinging stop quicker.” He commanded as he stood watching.

Slave quickly obliged and was happy as she had indeed slowed down a bit.

“Down” Victor commanded. As the wench came down victor told Slave, “Keep your legs apart.” As she was lowered her legs still spread wide Victor moved between her thighs and stopped her decent so her pussy was just above his raging cock.

“Okay?” he asked real concern in his voice. Without waiting for a reply he bent forward and kissed her right nipple and then began to nibble and lick the tender bud. Biting down hard, he heard her involuntary gasp and smiled to himself.

Next Victor said “Now slave, give me a leg.” As she lifted her leg, it was attached to a separate cuff that was directly attached to the cuff on her wrist some four feet higher. The strap was somewhat longer but it caused her to lift her leg, away from her body.

As soon as the cuff was attached, Victor was no longer able to resist; he pulled her body to his, and she felt his cock slide, with ease, into her body. He could only moan at the sensation of the warmth as it engulfed him. Enjoying the sensation, he held her still and then he began to rock her back and forth.

Slave could only moan. Her right leg was between Victor’s legs and her left high in the air when she felt his cock enter. And as it slammed in deep she shuttered.

After a few strokes Victor stopped and pulled out, “other leg Slave.”

Slave, still craving the sensation of his manhood deep within her well, was reluctant. But when she looked in his face she knew she must obey.

As soon as her second leg was secured, slave found herself in a very compromising position. She tried to pull her legs together, but Victor only stopped her with his hands. “No Slave, you are mine. I can not allow you to close any part of your body from me; in fact you are to open them further.”

“Yes Sir” and Slave obliged. She noticed that from this height her ass hung ever so slightly in the water.

Victor pushed her lightly. Going back was scary, but when she came forward, the water flowed over her pussy, and onto her clit. This caused the effects that Victor knew it would.

When she reached Victor she noticed that he had yet another of his now seemingly large collection of dildos. Holding her ass, he inserted the dildo into her pussy.

As with all swings, she went away, and moaned sadly as the dildo stayed with Victor. When she came back, she again met with his dildo. This time victor left the dildo in her pussy and let her go back.

As she came forward, she noticed another dildo in his hand. This one was smaller but it was also thicker in the middle and she could see that it we well lubricated.

“Guess what we are going to do with this one Slave,” Victor said with an evil grin. Taking the dildo in her pussy, he pushed her a little harder, causing her to swing higher. Stepping back so she would not hit him, he continued to push her, using the dildo in her wet cunt as a tool. The dildo rammed deep in her pussy, causing her to flinch as it went in so deeply.

When Victor stopped her motion, she knew he was about to impale her tight ass with that dildo. It amazed her by sliding with ease, lodging itself deep with in her cavity. Happily, she realized that because of the thick center, this one would probably stay with no effort on her part.

“Now slave, you are not to cum, you know this right?” Victor said as she was let go.

The sensation was like none she had felt before, the water spraying over her clit and the dildos being pushed in further to her oral cavities. Cumming was greatly on her mind.

When she returned to Victor, she said “But Sir, how am I to control such a feeling when what you do to me makes me want to cum?” she moaned.

“Slave,” he said “please don’t make me punish you, I want to be nice.”

“Yes Sir” she said, even though she knew that she would have difficulty following this order. In her mind she searched for memories that she could use to control her emotions. Nothing came to mind that she thought could help her. This time she chose to instead concentrate on things around her. Looking from wall to wall was no help; as each wall was filled with erotic people doing sensual things.

Her mind then went to the ceiling. This helped some until she realized what she was looking at. Painted on the ceiling were cherubs on clouds, these little people were in all sorts of erotic poses. As she came to this realization, she just shook her head; it came as no surprise that this room, like so many others, would be filled with erotic images. But still she sought something that she could focus on to curb her desire to cum.

The ceiling held her attention; maybe something up there would be less erotic. The first group included two little cherubs in a very normal position. This lightly intrigued her, and her eyes wondered to the next grouping. No longer two but now three male cherubs were pleasing one female. She was on her back, the first cherub was on her face, fucking it, the second one was in a very normal position feeding her pussy, and the third was dripping wax from a candle on her tits. Unable to see her face, Slave could only assume that these little angels would do nothing that did not please one another. With all that was going on, this image would be enough to bring her to over the edge, but she quickly looked away. The next set of cherubs was two men and one woman. The first male lying on his back with the female sandwiched between them. The other had his cock rammed deep in her ass. This was almost too much, as Slave thought of the dildos embedded deep within her holes. Slave looked at the room for one little place that did not contain some sort of erotica. But alas it was everywhere and she could find no help from the walls.

When she looked at Victor, and saw the mischievous grin on his face, she could only moan louder. “Sir, I believe that you are doing this on purpose. You seem to know that my body is longing for release and everything is in place to let it go, but still you stand there, smiling at me.”

Victor, sent Slave a dark and evil grin, in his hand he held up a lit dark green candle, which was about six inches in diameter and very long. Slave immediately thought of the cherub on the ceiling as the wax was being applied to her nipples. Secretly she longed for the pain, as any more pleasure would surely set her off and she knew that this would so displease her master. Grabbing onto the ropes tighter, she prepared herself for the pain to come. This time as she came forward, Victor held her, pulled the dildo out of her pussy and began to slow her down by pushing the dildo deep within as she moved forward.

“No, this is not my decision. My Master gave me orders and I have committed to obeying him. I submitted to a man and woman team two nights ago, so this will not be totally new. The decision is yours. I want to be the best sub I can be. So, will you be demanding service of me this week?”

“In that case, I will be demanding service from you. In fact, I want you to buy some supplies tonight after you get me back to the apartment. I’ll have the list finished by then.”

On the ride back, Val was experiencing the now familiar feelings that go with submitting. They weren’t even going to play tonight and she was becoming aroused. She could hardly wait to see what was on the list, though there was a little bit of anxiety about it as well. Just what was Francine going to need? How embarrassing was it going to be to get them? Her pussy was juicing up and her skin was flushing. With orders to not climax, she was going to have a frustrating night, albeit a fascinating one.

At the apartment, Valerie helped Francine up to the apartment. Once there, Francine handed Val a piece of paper. “You’ll need to go to Castle to get these items. You still have to get up for work tomorrow, so don’t take too long. I think Giggy works tonight, she’ll be able to help you out.”

“Yes Mistress”

Francine smiled at the honorific. “Valerie is going to make such a wonderful submissive. She’s a natural.” She thought to herself.

Val took the list and decided to stay in her yellow dress. Having the marks on display would get her into the mood to buy tools to be used on herself. On the way down, she looked at what she would need. A leather restraining hood with built in gag. A corset with binding rings. A cat-o-nine tails. A straight razor. Something you would love to have used on you. Something you would dread to have used on you. Fifty feet of soft strong rope. She wasn’t sure the rope would be at the sex store, but the rest should be there.

Just thinking about the list was making her hot. Tonight was going to be an exciting exercise in frustration. Valerie was looking forward being able to see and talk with Giggy again. The submissive lesbian seemed to feel the same needs and desires that she felt. It would be a different type of girl talk, but they would be able to share with each other. She would definitely need advice on how to resist the urge to masturbate when you’ve been ordered not to cum.

Once in the parking lot of the Superstore, she was relieved to see only three cars in the parking lot. Not many customers means that Giggy should have time to help her choose the items. Inside, the clean, well lit store held only four persons, Giggy, her co-worker and a couple browsing the movie section. Giggy saw her come in and, after saying something to her co-worker, came over and greeted Valerie.

“Valerie! It’s so good to see you. How are you doing?”

Val, on impulse, reached out and hugged Giggy. “I’m doing great. I did it. I agreed to submit to Charles.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for you. Let me guess, he sent you to pick up a few things to have used on you later.”

“Actually, he told me that I was to submit to my friend Francine one day this week and she gave me a list of things to get. Also, I wanted to ask you some questions, advice actually.”

“Not a problem. We’re slow, so let me give you a deluxe shopping experience. Is this your list?”

“Yeah. A couple of them I’m not sure what to think or get to fill them.”

“Ah,” Giggy said as she looked at the list, “We have all of these. Oh ho, something you would love to have used on you and something you would dread. I love it when they make us choose our own torture. Let’s talk about what thrills you and what you dread while we get these other items.”

“Most of the things that cause pain or discomfort don’t thrill me in and of themselves. What is thrilling is letting them be used on me. If I was going to get something I truly would love to have used on me, it would be something that gives pleasure.”

“That’s not a bad thought. Here, try this corset around you. No, we need a smaller one.”

“But it seemed to fit just fine.”

“The idea of a corset is to restrict. It should feel like it is a size or two too small. Once laced up against your bare skin, you’ll feel each breath you take. There is nothing like the feeling of being highly aroused while you can’t inflate your torso fully. It’s deliciously decadent. Try this one.”

“Oh my. It doesn’t even close in back. Will it even lace up fully?”

“Remember, you’ll not be wearing an clothes under it. Now, suck in your gut. See, it’ll close even further. Laced up, you will not have to concentrate on keeping that gut in.” she finished with a leering smile. “Now, about that pleasurable item. Just a little warning. Dominants are really good about using them but stopping short of orgasm, making even the best dildos and vibrators instruments of blessed torture.”

“That sounds fun. I tried to do that to myself once and it was fantastic. I could not keep it up for very long. With Francine in control, it could go on for much longer. I like it. Do you have anything, special?”

“Let me think about it for a while. Now over here is a good restraining hood. The seams have been padded so they won’t cut into your face. The breathing holes are large enough to not get easily clogged. The gag is an interchangeable system, allowing for different gags to be used. There is a hole in back for long hair to fit through. We’re not supposed to do this, but let’s see if it fits well.”

Giggy took the hood out of its box and slipped it over Valerie’s head. It fit snuggly around her head. With the gag not in place, Val’s lips protruded slightly. “How does that feel? Remember that you’ll be in this for probably several hours.”

“It’s hot inside, I can already feel perspiration. Otherwise, it doesn’t feel too bad. After a while, I suspect I would be willing to do just about anything to get out.”

“Good, that’s what it’s supposed to feel like. One of these was my first safe word crisis. Rachael had left me in it for nine hours and massive claustrophobia hit. So be aware of your feelings.”

“I will.”

“What kind of gag do you want with it, ball or penis?”

“I have a ball gag already, so let’s take a penis gag.”

Picking out the cat was simple, just a matter of picking out the color. Val chose green, Francine’s favorite color. It also turned out that they carried rope and razors. Val was concerned by the sly look on Giggy’s face and her unwillingness to comment on why a razor would be needed. That left the thing she dreaded and wanted to have used on her.

“I’ve been thinking,” Giggy said, “you said that you don’t like the pain itself, but feel energized by allowing it to be inflicted, right?”

“Yeah. But I’m not sure that I dread pain per se. It would have to be something especially intense. Saturday, I had a crop used directly on my pussy. I certainly would dread that again. It was severe.”

“I think I have a deliciously wicked idea. How do you feel about burns?”

“Burns! You want me to bring back something that will leave a burn? Nothing hurts worse than a burn.”

“Exactly. Now I don’t want you burnt, but over here, we have something that will feel like a burn but not actually burn you.” Giggy led Val to a display of candles. “These can be wickedly painful. The best part is, the intensity can be varied tremendously by simply changing the height you drip from. She won’t burn you, but will drip wax on you.”

“Oh. I did that by accident once. It left a second degree burn. I’m not sure I want to be taken there.”

“Was it an expensive candle?”

“Yeah.”

“That was the problem. High end candles are made of bee’s wax. Bee’s wax has a much higher melting point, making it the worst candle to drip wax from. These are made from cheaper materials with a lower melting point. The only way to leave an actual burn is to practically touch the flame to your skin. It’ll only feel like you’re getting burned.”

“It sounds beyond endurable. I’m not sure I could take it.”

“Sounds to me like your dread it being used on you. Remember, if it is too much, there’s your safe words.”

“You’re right. I dread it. Okay, let’s go with the candles. The rainbow set.”

“All we need now is that device of pleasure to have you tortured with,” the submission lesbian said with a smile, “and I know just what you need. This is a vibrator egg. It fits inside you completely and drives you to dizzying heights. Best of all, it’s remote controlled. That means that your Master or Mistress has full control over how much or how little you get.”

“I love it! It’s such a deceptively cute little thing. I can see being driven to distraction with it. I think we have everything. I do need some advice.”

“Shoot.”

As they moved towards the check out station, Val asked her question. “How do you keep from playing with yourself when you’ve been ordered to no climax without permission.”

“If you find out, let me know,” Giggy joked, “Seriously though. It’s the order I dread. Self denial was not my strong point at first. I was punished over a dozen times for failing at that. I ended up binding myself to my bed at night. You can get loose yourself if you have the right restraints. But it takes long enough that you won’t get loose just to masturbate. Be really careful about showering. It’s the second most tempting time after being in bed. I knew a sub once who wore a chastity belt to bed.”

“Thanks Giggy. I’ll take these.”

“Okay. If you need to talk, this is my cell. Call me if you need a sub’s help about anything.”

“Thank you.”

Valerie paid for her items. As she left, she noticed that several other customers had come in. Many were surreptitiously eying the visible marks on her back. Smiling at the thought that she could still turn heads, though for entirely different reasons, she left slow enough to give everyone who wanted a good look.

Once she was back home, she showed Francine what she had purchased. Francine nodded approvingly at the items she had ordered bought and the vibrator egg. At the candles, Francine whistled. “Val, dear. Are you aware of what these are used for?” Head down, Valerie nodded. “I take it this is what you dread?” Another nod. “Very good. I’m looking forward to tomorrow. I want you to leave work as early as you can get away, but don’t get here before 3. Once you get in, strip completely and put your collar and cuffs on before you enter the front room. Then come in and kneel beside me, where ever I am at the time. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress. Mistress, will you bind me tonight. I don’t think I can resist playing with myself tonight.”

“No Valerie, I won’t. A sub must learn self control. If you please yourself tonight, your Master will punish you and I will not let you orgasm when we play. If you control yourself, I will consider letting you have one tomorrow night.”

“Yes Mistress.”

So began Valerie’s first night trying to obey her master. Again, Valerie slept on the hide a bed while Francine slept in the bed. Normally, Val slept nude, but she decided to sleep in clothes, the better to resist temptation, she hoped. The night was fitful and she started to play with herself a couple of times, but she did manage to stop before she came.

In the morning, she wanted to avoid showering, but she smelled of arousal and sweat, not the best aromas to take to the office. How was she to avoid giving in when she woke up desperately lustful? She opted for a short, cold shower. Other than the urge to scream at the cold, her plan was successful. Remembering her instructions, she packed her cuffs and collar into her hand bag (safely out of sight in the bottom) and headed off to work.

The day seemed to stretch forever. All she could think about was the up and coming fun tonight. It would be today that she had to attend three different meetings, all tediously boring. The longer the day dragged on, the more aroused she became. Her pussy spent the entire day wet and her nipples poked against her bra almost painfully. If she could just have had a day with real work to do, things would not have been this frustrating.

By 3:00, the meetings were over and she had nothing on her plate. She told June she was taking off early. She headed back to the apartment. Outside the door, she hesitated. Once she crossed the threshold, her best friend would become her Mistress for the night. She would have to please her friend, likely in ways that she detested. Could she do it? How would this affect their friendship? Was it possible to stay friends with someone who has controlled you to this level? She realized that she was afraid of losing her friend. She needed to deal with this. Could she talk to Francine before the serious play started? Only time would tell.

Valerie stepped through the door. She stripped off her clothes, leaving them in a pile next to the door. As her clothes came off, the intoxicating scent of her own sex grew more powerful. Her hands trembled as she attached the collar to her neck. She realized that she was truly scared, not of what was coming tonight, but of what the results would be after that. Tears formed in her eyes as she put the cuffs on her wrists. She walked into the living room, seeing Francine sitting in her wheelchair, reading a book. She walked over and knelt in beside her, openly crying.

“Val, honey, why are you crying?”

“Mistress, I’m frightened, terrified. You’re my best friend ever and I don’t want to lose that. I’m afraid that tonight will change that. I don’t want to trade my friend for a Mistress.” Val cried out as the crying became full fledged sobbing.

Francine reached down and gently grasped her friend’s chin, lifting her head up towards her. “Valerie, that will never happen. We don’t have to choose only one relationship between us. Yes, tonight I will ‘use and abuse’ you, as the saying goes. You will give me yourself and revel in submitting. It will be glorious. The only effect this will have on our friendship is to strengthen it. Valerie, I am so moved that you are willing to give yourself to me like this. You could have safe worded Charles on this right then. You trust me in ways that I have only wished for. I know that after tonight, you will feel even closer friendship for me than you ever though possible. You will enjoy tonight, though it may be frustrating. You will come to understand that my willingness to dominate you IS a sign of my friendship for you. Yes, I’ve dominated people I don’t care about much. But I can’t take them to the places I want to take you, because I could not trust them”

“Trust them? Why does a dominant need to be able to trust a sub?”

“Dear, Doms need to be able to trust their subs as much or more than subs need to trust their Doms. You see, a sub needs only trust that her Dom will respect limits. You know, not go places you’ve put off limits, respect your safe words. A Dom has to trust in far more from the sub, if she wants to not hold back. She has to be able to trust that the sub has not asked for more than she can take. She has to be able to trust that safe words will be used when needed. I trust you enough that I will be able to be the Dom that I’ve been avoiding being for so many years. I can let loose because I know that you will stop me if I go too far with safe words. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe. Doms hold back so they don’t hurt their subs unless they can trust the sub to take back control before things go too far.”

“Exactly. This night will be wonderful for both of us and it will only make our friendship stronger. Don’t get me wrong. Some friends couldn’t do this. It would tear them apart. Not everyone can have dual relationships with people. I’ve seen how you and June interact. At the office, you are both professionals. But you are also good friends. You can let your guard down and just be two girls. So no, this will not end our friendship. We will be able to separate the D/s relationship from our other times together, crossing from one to the other by mutual agreement. Are you ready to play now?”

Tears drying up, for now, Val lowered her head and said, “Yes Mistress. Please use me for your pleasure.”

“Slave, while you’re under my orders, you will only respond to the name Michelle. Valerie is not my slave, Michelle is. Do you understand Val?”

Val started to answer, but realized it was a test. She remained mute, waiting to be addressed as Michelle.

“Do you understand Michelle?”

“Yes Mistress. As long as I am submitting to you, my name is Michelle.”

“Then let’s get started. Put the corset on and stand with your back to me.”

Valerie put the corset on, at least as much as she could. She could not reach the back and it felt like it was too small to close. The top came up to almost her nipples while the bottom stopped short of her belly button. Turning her back to her Mistress, she waited. She could feel Francine lacing up the back. Then she said, “Take a deep breath.” As Val did, Francine pulled the laces on the very bottom tight. The process repeated itself once for every lace. Each breath was harder to take, forcing the expansion of her chest higher up. When the process was done, she found that each breath raised her breasts up and if she took too big a breath, it hurt somewhat.

“How does that feel, Michelle?”

“Tight Mistress. It hurts to take deep breaths. It feels like I’ve been tied up kind of, without being tied up.”

“I’m going to tighten the corset even more. Think you can take it?”

“I will try Mistress.”

Again, deep breaths with the laces being pulled tight. With each set of breaths and pulls, Val could feel the ribs of the corset pressing up against her torso. Her breasts were raised up, over flowing the bra portion of the corset. When her Mistress finished with the second round of tightening, Val could only take shallow breaths. Her insides felt squished and her breasts enlarged.

“How is that?”

“Very tight,” she gasped, “I can only breath shallowly. There is no room to expand my chests. I’m feeling a little scared. Will I be able to breathe enough to play?”

“Yes. I wore one myself once. Try a real deep breath, breathing through any pain.”

Valerie tried a deep breath. As she forced the air in, her abdomen hurt like hell, but her chest swelled up to accommodate the air flow. “It takes much effort Mistress, but I can breathe somewhat deeply if I must.”

“Good. Now Michelle, go to the bedroom and lie down on the bed spread eagled. Do not move once you are there. Don’t move anything that is on the bed.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Valerie got up and walked to the bedroom. It seemed that Mistress had been busy. There were ropes tied to all four corners of the bed. There was a plastic sheet on a portion of the bed, about where her ass will be when she lied down. There were also three ropes strong under the bed from one side to the other. “How did she do that from a wheelchair? What is the plastic sheet for?” she thought to herself. Getting up on the bed was a bit of a challenge. With such a tight corset, bending over to crawl into bed was not an option. She finally sat on the edge, let herself fall back and roll over to the center of the bed. Once there, she spread herself out and awaited her Mistress’ entrance.

She waited for fifteen minutes, breathing shallow breaths, feeling the anxiety grow as she contemplated what Mistress would do. The anxiety was acting as an aphrodisiac, heightening the arousal that she had been feeling all day. The tightness of the corset seemed to heighten the sense of feeling in the rest of her body. She could feel beads of her vaginal lubricant forming on her pussy lips. Her breasts, pressed upwards by the corset seemed supernaturally sensitive. The slight breeze from the heater was tickling her nipples, making them more erect.

Francine wheeled herself into the room. “Very good Michelle. You’re doing just fine.” At each corner of the bed. Francine bound Valerie’s limbs. The ropes were tied onto the cuffs. Using a knot she had learned in girl scouts, she set the rope up to be adjustable in length, allowing her to loosen or tighten Val’s bondage at will, without untying and retying. At the legs, she attached the ankle cuffs Valerie had bought last week and attached the ropes in the same way as the arm ropes had been.

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