Oh, god! Iām glad itās over. Nicole sighed with relief after the last stroke. Her body was racked by a symphony of pain. Besides her back feeling like it was aflame after the whipping, her shoulders throbbed from the strain of pulling herself up to keep breathing.
No, being whipped was not something Nicole would ever look forward to. But, at the same time, she did not regret it. She had always wanted to know how it felt, and now she did. First and foremost, she now knew that it was worthwhile to avoid repeating the experience.
But you canāt avoid it, came the reminder from Nicoleās inner voice. You are a slave girl and if you make a mistake, you get punished. Despite the pain, Nicoleās arousal returned, when she embraced her utter helplessnessāstretched out, being tortured and unable to do anything. The pain by itself did not excite her, but rather the fact that she was forced to endure it: naked, chained, with no way out.
Meghan watched Nicole closely. Visibly shaken and in pain, she had not lost her composure. Meghan was impressed, but also a little worried. Nicky soaked up punishment like a sponge. They would have to be careful not to overdo it. In their mutual inexperience, Nicole might take damage without noticing it. Meghan was keenly aware that her own experience meting out punishment was limited. But it looked like Nicole could take a little bit more.
To Nicoleās dismay and excitement, Meghan did not lower her to the ground. Instead, Meghan used the whip to push Nicoleās chin up. Eying her sternly, Meghan asked: āSo⦠What did you learn from this, Nicky? Tell me whatās going to change!ā
āGrrk,ā Nicole retched, heaving herself up and trying to find her voice. She gasped: āIālearning. Need toāprepare better.ā She tried to cough and couldnāt. Her body shook like a wet rag instead. āMustāā Nicoleās voice died with a gasp.
Meghan turned to the winch and started to spin out the chain. It was enough for now.
āHow are you, Nicky?ā she asked with some concern in her voice. Nicole looked like she was in considerable pain.
āOuch,ā wheezed Nicole. āThat was⦠something. Please, can we not do that again?ā
āIād love to, but thatāll be up to you,ā reminded Meghan her slave. āActions and consequences, remember?ā
Nicole sighed and nodded, not entirely dissatisfied. That was exactly the answer she had hoped to hear. She knew: If she did not follow her orders, she would be punished ā and that was exactly how she wanted it to be.
āAnd donāt forget,ā added Meghan, āthat applies the other way round, too. If I fail an exam, I expect you to do this to me, got it?ā
Nicole started to shrug, decided against it because her back pulsed angrily in pain, and nodded again. āOf course,ā she mumbled.
It seemed all so logical, normal, like a law of nature.
Meghan tried to remember how she had felt after her first whipping. It was obvious what Nicole needed now.
Careful not to touch Nicoleās sore back, Meghan pulled her close and softly planted a tender kiss on her lips.
Shivering from the torrent of feelings, trying to cope with the pain in her back and her own emotions, Nicole answered the caress, trusting and loving like a pet.
Watching Nicole squirming on the floor, Meghan felt a pang of envy. She missed her time in the Stable: The harsh but simple life of a slave girl in the service of her master. She did not miss the whippings or the head girlās watchful eye, but she did miss squirming helplessly on the floor, waiting to feel her master inside her.
āNicky dear, youāll stay like this until tomorrow,ā mused Meghan. āThis way, the lotion I put on your back remains undisturbed. You wonāt be tempted to scratch yourself when it itches.ā With a slightly evil grin, she continued: āAnd you wonāt touch your pussy, either. Iām pretty sure that you really would like to touch yourself down there right now, eh?ā
Nicoleās guilty face caused Meghanās grin to erupt into a giggle.
Soothed by the lotion, the throbbing pain in Nicoleās back had receded to a dull ache. This was more than compensated by her arousal from being chained naked on the floor. The way Nicole was chained was uncomfortable enough to make her feel helpless, restrained, exposed. Yet it was not so uncomfortable that it was unbearable.
The prospect of being forced to remain like this for the next hours bathed Nicole in a glow of delicious torment.
On second thought, Meghan was not really envious of Nicole. Squirming naked and chained on the hard floor had its appeal, but Meghan had to admit that being the mistress was definitely more comfortable.
Also, it was fun playing with Nicole, who obviously lived out her fantasies to the fullest in this moment. She pulled on the chains binding her arms and legs, squirming on the concrete floor.
Meghan got up and stood, towering over Nicole. āTime that you thank me for my kindness, slave girl,ā commanded Meghan, with a slight shiver from the power she felt in this moment. āKiss my feet and tell me how grateful you are, Nicky!ā
Nicole hesitated for a moment. She could doubtlessly refuse, but she expected that Meghan would just beat her into compliance. Also, if she was honest to herself, she enjoyed the degradation, being forced by her mistress into abasing herself. If only she could answer the call of her arousal. She wanted nothing more than to pleasure herself and could not do it.
A few days later, Nicole found herself put on cleaning duty. She wondered why Meghan wanted her to sweep the whole apartment. Normally, that was only due on the weekend.
When Meghan dropped by to supervise her progress, things become clearer: āYou better speed up, Nicky,ā urged Meghan. āPeter will be visiting at 4. I know you were looking forward to that visit, eh?ā
Nicole felt an icy clump forming in her stomach. She had almost forgotten about Peterās interest in visiting her. If he saw her like this? Her back was still covered withāslowly healingāwelts. What would he do? What would Meghan make her do with him?
Nicoleās thoughts raced while she forced herself to speed up her cleaning efforts.
When Peter rang the doorbell to the apartment where Nicole and Meghan lived, he was not sure about what to expect. The two girls seemed to be in some kind of BDSM relationship, and he knew precious little about that lifestyle. He just knew that Nicole looked very cute and very hot. Thus, he was undeniably excited about the visit.
Entering the apartment, Peter tried to stay composed. For a few seconds, he was distracted by Meghan in her short fitness outfit before he forced his gaze toward Nicole who knelt on the floor beside Meghan.
In preparation for the visit, Peter had read up on BDSM. It sounded confusing, but interesting. And he sure didnāt mind watching Nicole kneeling obediently, returning his scrutiny with a shy smile.
āSay āHiā to our guest, Nicky.ā Meghan smiled and continued, turning to Peter: āNormally she isnāt allowed to wear clothes indoors, but we didnāt want to scare you.ā
Peter felt his pants suddenly getting tighter. Of course, he had dreamt about seeing Nicole naked, but he hadnāt expected her to be presentedāfigurativelyāon a silver platter. Keen to keep his composure, he smiled back: āErāEr, donāt worry. Just let her do what she normally does. I donāt mind, really!ā
Being forced to be naked in front of others was one of the things that aroused Nicole the most. The feeling of shame and exposure was delicious and very, very exciting.
When Meghan had ordered Nicole to put on her clothes before Peter arrived, she had felt almost disappointed. But stripping them off piece by piece, with Peter watching every move, turned out to be even more thrilling.
āIām glad that youāre finally here,ā greeted Meghan their new arrival. āPlease come in and make yourself comfortable in the living room. While youāre here, Nicky will serve you like she serves me.ā
From his inquiry into BDSM concepts, Peter understood what she meant by this, and that understanding made him lick his lips in eager anticipationāand made his penis trying to explode in his pants. He did not really see where Meghan fit into the big scheme of thingsāafter all, she wore a steel collar herself and was always shoelessābut the relation between her and Nicole was clear.
Putting on his most suave smile, he responded, forcing himself to address Meghan and ignore Nicole for the moment: āThanks! That is very generous of you. Iāll take good care of her, I promise.ā
From the corner of her eye, Meghan noticed Nicoleās posture. It looked like Nicole was tying herself into a pretzel out of obvious shyness.
Meghanās hand whipped out and, gently but firmly, pushed Nicoleās chin upward. With a tone of reproach, she admonished Nicole: āCāmon Nicky, you know better! Inspection position! Let Peter have a good look at you.ā
With a pang of embarrassment, Nicole realized how she had been trying to tie herself into a knot. Obeying the command, her hands snapped to her neck. Even with her head tilted back, she could see Peter roaming her body with his eyes, devouring her with his stare.
Nicole realized that she was getting wet between her legs, and that Peter would probably see it, and that made it even worse because the knowledge further aroused her. Being presented like this made her heart pound, and she let out a small whimper, unable to contain her emotions.
Peter watched with fascination. He could not tear his glance from Nicoleās naked body. The animal within could have leaped on her right then and there, and he forced himself to sample the goods presented to him with his eyes.
On his way into the living room Peter could not help but notice Nicoleās lacerated back.
āOh my god,ā he said, shocked by the welts, which were obviously not accidental. āWhat happened to you? Your backāā
āOh, that,ā answered Nicole and shrugged, āSTAT 242 happened. I flunked the mid-term and Meghan whipped me. We get punished for bad grades, yāknow.ā
āWe?ā asked Peter. Nicoleās choice of words piqued his curiosity. āYou mean that Meghan, tooāā
āYes,ā confirmed Nicole, āI would do that, standing in for her master, who lives elsewhere.ā She grimaced. āAt least I would try. Iāve never whipped anyone, to be honest.ā
āMe neither,ā admitted Peter, still processing what he just heard. His heart went out to Nicole. The whipping must have been exceedingly painful to leave marks like this on her back. Peter could not imagine doing that to a girl, but apparently Nicole was fine with that.
āI still need to get used to how you girls live,ā he continued. āMeghan wears more clothes than you, but you both have a collar. Between you and Meghan, and between Meghan and her, er, āmaster;ā is this like in the army? A chain of command?ā
Nicole thought for a moment, then nodded, smiling: āUh-huh. Youāre very perceptive. I donāt know much about the army, but I suppose thatās a good way of describing it. And remember, Meghan put you in charge of me while youāre here. So, what is your command, sir? You want some refreshments? Some water and cookies maybe?ā
Peterās heart gave a leap. He almost blushed at being called āsirā by a ravishing naked girl who was, for all practical purposes, a fellow student, then decided to try exercising his new powers. Waving his fingers in a commanding gesture, he ordered, affecting an artificially supercilious tone: āEr, yes, get me some refreshments, girl!ā
Nicole flashed Peter an amused grin, then scurried obediently off to the kitchen. With relish, Peter watched every movement of his naked servant girl. If he wasnāt mistaken, he could command Nicole to⦠Oh, this was going to be fun!
Peter noticed that Nicole eyed the cookies longingly.
āSheās not allowed to take one, you know,ā explained Meghan from the entrance. āYou need to invite her or, if you prefer, hand-feed her.ā
Upon hearing this, Peterās mind brought up the mental image of Rosebud, his parentsā dog, nibbling a treat from his fingers.
Sure, why not? Maybe thatās a way of thinking about what these folks call a āsubmissive:ā Sheās a pet. A very intelligent, and hopefully obedient, pet.
Peter picked up a cookie from the tray and held it out. āNicky? Would you like a treat? Then get down on all fours and come here. Good girl! Slowly, please!ā Peter wanted to keep watching Nicole crawl. The way she moved, how her firm breasts dangled while she did it⦠He enjoyed that quite a bit!
Watching from a distance, Meghan sighed wistfully. She really missed her master. He often hand-fed his girls. When done right, it was a wonderfully playful way of teasing and beguiling each other. Meghan so wanted to crawl naked in front of her master, invite him, court the possibility of something unexpected (Pleasure? Torment? Both?) to happen.
Nicole had thought in advance about what she would do when she eventually arrived with Peter in her bedroom.
On the bed, she started to unbutton Peterās shirt and, when he did not resist, removed it altogether. While sitting in his lap, she cupped his chin.
āDo you want me to continue? Your pants, too?ā Nicole asked with a smile. He seemed shy, almost a bit overwhelmed, and she wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible. In her mind, that was part of her duty as his servant girl. To Nicoleās surprise, her prior embarrassment was completely gone. She had mentally prepared for this moment, and she wanted to make this as pleasant for both of them as she could.
Peter swallowed, then nodded: āYāyes, please cācontinue, Nicky!ā
Nicole pecked a soft kiss on his cheek. āRelax, Peter,ā she whispered. āitāll be fine.ā
Meghan, expecting that Peter would most likely just let things happen, had given Nicole a roadmap of how to proceed. She also had given Nicole some tips: techniques she had picked up over the years servicing her master.
As instructed, Nicole carefully descended with her face upon Peterās manhood.
However, things did not go as expected: In the moment when Nicoleās soft lips enveloped Peterās shaft, a flood of ejaculate gushed into Nicoleās mouth. Peter croaked and lay on the bed, quivering. With considerable difficulty, Nicole managed to swallow the deluge.
Is this supposed to happen? wondered Nicole by herself. Meghan didnāt warn me. I guess I just keep going.
āIgnore the taste,ā Meghan had admonished her. āJust swallow and clean up with your tongue afterwards.ā
So, Nicole licked Peterāsānow semi-flaccidāshaft clean and kept sucking, licking, and nibbling. Soon, his erection returned and, after a few minutes, a second, less violent orgasm followed.
Peter moaned and slumped on the mattress, exhausted.
Nicole thought about going for a third round but decided against it. Peter clearly needed a few minutes' rest. She slid up, rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled against him, rubbing skin against skin. With her hand, she caressed his manhood, waiting for his energy to return.
While recuperating, Peter noticed the steel shackles on Nicoleās bedrest. Hefting the solid metal rings, he asked: āWhat do you use these for in the bedroom? Another one of Meghan rules?ā
Nicole shook her head: āNot a rule, but I use them when sleeping. Meghan wants me to get used to that, because eventually itāll become a rule. Not that I need a lot of practice: I sometimes bound my hands while sleeping even before moving in here.ā
āOhāā Peter furrowed his brow, trying to understand why someone would want to do that.
When he asked, Nicole shrugged and answered: āHard to explain⦠Letās just say: I like it, especially if someone else puts them on and I canāt wiggle out.ā
Peter, clearly getting the message, without further ado shackled Nicoleās hands behind her back. A renewed erection sprang to life when he watched Nicole shudder, and moan in the grasp of her own arousal. Being restrained had obviously fanned the flames of her excitement.
Nicoleās obvious arousal brought Peter in the mood, too. Given the circumstances, Peter assumed that Nicole would likely appreciate it if he took the initiative. So far, he had been tooā¦distractedā¦to do that.
So, he lay down on the bed and, without further ado, pulled Nicole on top. He easily slid into her well-lubricated vagina that gripped his penis eagerly. Soon, a powerful orgasm consumed Nicole, and, soon after, also Peter once more.
Meanwhile, in her office, Meghan smiled wistfully listening to the sounds echoing from Nicoleās bedroom.
Peter had just left, and Nicole met Meghan in the kitchen.
With an amused grin, Meghan remarked teasingly: āNow, you two obviously had considerable fun. Nobody within earshot could miss that.ā
Nicole blushed and mumbled: āSorryā¦ā
Meghan giggled in the face of Nicoleās contrition: āDonāt be sorry, Nicky! That was the point of the visit, anyway.ā Slightly more serious, she continued: āYour job was to entertain our guest, and you did that very well. Peter left tired and happy. Good job, Nicky! Just remember that, eventually, you will be doing that for somebody else, who might not be as⦠handsome as our friend Peter.ā
By herself, Meghan briefly wondered how Nicole would cope with some of her masterās less savoury friends. Some girls in the Stable were extremely skilled in pleasing any visitor. Meghan had always struggled with that part of her duties.
Nicole gulped and nodded, suddenly more serious, too. Tugging on the shackles encircling her wrists, she asked: āYouāre not taking these off, are you?ā
Meghan kept watching lazily how Nicole squirmed in her fetters, then declared drily: āNo, why should I? Actually, this is the perfect opportunity for your next evolution. Come with me, Nicky! Downstairs!ā
Meghan wasnāt jealous of Nicole having had a good time with Peter. On the contrary: She was happy that things worked out so well; having arranged the whole thing. But she also felt that she, too, deserved at least a little bit of a good time, too. If she couldnāt enjoy being taken by her master, she could at least use Nicole to give her some pleasure.
Meghan pulled off her clothes, ordered Nicole to kneel in front of her, and ordered: āLick me, Nicky! Take your time and do it well!ā
Nicole was still coming off the wave of pleasure she had experienced with Peter. If there was any regretāand it was only a morsel of regretāit was that Peter had been maybe a bit too careful and considerate with her. In her fantasies, slave girl Nicole pictured herself being manhandled and used roughly. Thus, hearing Meghanās harsh commands while kneeling naked and shackled in a dungeon rekindled Nicoleās passion. She knew that Meghan would beat her if she didnāt perform well, and that knowledge sent shivers of lust down her spine.
Nicole let the tip of her tongue carefully dance across Meghanās clitoris. Maybe, if Meghan were pleased with her services, she would allow Nicole to relieve her own arousal?
āThis is where youāll be staying now,ā explained Meghan. āYou're not getting punished, Nicky. I think you're ready for this step.ā
Nicole felt unsure, yet excited. In one of the interrogation sessions after she moved in, she had divulged to Meghan that in her fantasies, she had sometimes seen herself locked up and used in a basement. Could it be that Meghan was taking her at her word now?
āIāll let you out for school, of course, your chores, and as a reward if you deserve it. Down here, you will learn, exercise and sleep. Through the camera, Iāll keep an eye on you, so donāt even think of slacking off! You'll work harder than ever, Nicky!ā
Hearing this, Nicole couldnāt avoid getting excited again, although with her hands chained behind her back there was nothing she could do about it. Now she understood why Meghan had suggested to her to practise sleeping in shackles.
For a moment, Nicole wondered if this was really what she wanted. Without even trying, how can you know? Her inner slave girl reminded herself that this looked not too far removed from her fantasies. Also, Nicole remembered that, back when Meghan had been with her master, she had lived like this for almost two years, so there was nothing to worry about.
Lying alone, naked and shackled in the locked basement, Nicoleās imagination went into overdrive.
"Between interrogation sessions, the prisoner of the inquisition was thrown back into her cell. There, she tried to recover and regain some of her strength. However, the jailers had other plans for her, and frequently used her body for their pleasure."