“You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow

 

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Todd's weeks in chastity were supposed to have been at end, and he had been hoping for Mistress to grant his aching cock the relief of an orgasm -- even a tiny one.  Even if it meant hours of being whipped, and licking Mistress' pussy, and tonguing her ass, and obeying her every demeaning command...  And now...  Now it was all changed.  Something else was going to happen.  He felt the cock cage squeezing tighter around his penis -- so sensitive and yet so numb, after all the weeks of being locked up.
 
"Yes, Mistress," he replied -- and bowed to the floor, touching his forehead to the hardwood surface.  His arms remained outstretched, and the jacket of his suit felt tight around his arms and shoulders.  Still, he waited for Mistress Elizabeth's next command.
 
"Instead of our planned activities for this evening," she continued, "I want to do something... simple.  I want to play a game."  She leaned forward, gently slapping her hand once more, enjoying that Todd flinched at the sound.  She sat up straight in her chair, and said, "We're going to play... checkers!"
 
Todd felt confused.  He was certain he'd heard it wrong.  "Checkers, Mistress?"
 
"That's right.  You'll be red, and I'll be black."  Another slap of the paddle.  Todd shook.  "Go to the hall closet and bring out the checker set."
 
Todd stood up, and almost ran down the hall, to the end, and opened the doors.  He looked up to the left, finding the Monopoly game, the boxes of playing cards, the poker chips.  Finally, his eyes landed on the box with the checker and chess games.  He pulled the box out, and trotted down the hallway.  In a few minutes, he had set up the checkerboard, and the flat, coin-shaped game pieces, the red pieces all at his end of the board.  Todd hovered over the table, not sure what to do next.  Mistress was seated at one side, and an empty chair was at the other -- where his red pieces were.  But he knew better than to assume he had permission to sit.
 
Mistress reached out and swatted Todd's ass with the paddle.  "Strip, slave!  Clothes off -- NOW!"  Todd hastily began unbuttoning his jacket, draping it on the chair, unzipping his pants, removing his shirt.  Soon, he was setting aside his shoes and socks, with his underwear folded carefully on top, in the corner, against the wall.

"Sit down, slave," she commanded.  Todd sat, not sure what to do next.  Mistress Elizabeth shifted the board around, centering it on the table.  She looked up at him, holding the leather paddle in one hand.  There was no smile on her face.  Something was up.
 
"Your move," Mistress commanded.
 
Todd looked at the board.  The opening move in checkers -- there weren't all that many choices.  He pushed a red piece toward the center of the board, diagonally.
 
"One square," Mistress announced, "one swat.  Stand up and bend over, slave."
 
Todd looked at the board.  What had he gotten into?  He rose from the chair and bent over, presenting his bottom to Mistress.  THWACK!!  Her leather paddle hit his buttocks firmly, almost making him grunt with surprise.
 
"Sit down, slave," Mistress said.
 
Todd turned around, looking at Mistress Elizabeth, feeling confused -- but aroused at the same time.  His cock thickened inside the tight chastity, hurting a little.  Todd sat down -- though his bottom felt sore, and the chair chafed against his skin.
 
Mistress Elizabeth moved a black piece toward his red piece, the one he had first moved.  Blocking any further movement.  "On your knees, slave.  Kiss my foot."
 
Todd immediately dropped to the floor, and crawled next to the table, positioning his face over Mistress' right foot.  He was delighted that she was wearing sandals, out of which she could easily slip, exposing her long, smooth toes with the red painted nails.  He kissed the sensitive spot on the top of her foot, between the big toe and the second toe.  Lingering there, letting the warmth of his mouth soak into her skin, gently brushing his lips against her foot.  Then he planted a second kiss a little higher on her foot, more to the center, hearing her moan quietly at the sensation.
 
"Enough, slave.  Back in the chair.  Your move."
 
Todd felt disoriented.  Oh, yes -- the checker game.  He'd completely forgotten it, in his ecstasy of kissing Mistress' foot.  Todd rose quickly, bumping his right shoulder on the edge of the table, feeling incredibly clumsy.  He stood, realizing his cock was beginning to ache inside the tiny cage.  He bit his lower lip for a moment, and levered himself back into the chair, as Mistress had commanded.  He pushed a second red piece forward, leaving the first one protected.
 
"Another square, another swat," Mistress announced.  "Stand up, slave."  Todd stood.  "Turn around."  He presented his backside to Mistress for another swat.  There was a moment's delay, and then the sudden impact of her leather paddle on his skin -- forcing a tiny squeal from Todd's throat.  "Sit down again... slave," Mistress commanded.
 
Todd sat, shaking a little.  And watched as Mistress Elizabeth moved a different black piece toward his red one -- leaving an empty space behind it.
 
"On the floor," she commanded.  Todd dropped on all fours, as Mistress Elizabeth spread her legs wide.  "Nuzzle my pussy, slave."
 
Todd crawled forward, and pushed his face against Mistress Elizabeth's crotch, under her raised skirt.  Of course, she wore no panties, as usual during their sessions.  He pressed his nose along the cleft of her pussy, breathing slowly out through his nose, warming her skin.  He circled down and to the left, trailing the tip of his nose up the space between her thigh and her outer labia, then circling over her shaved mound.  Then down to the right and up again, along the other thigh.  He was about to press his nose directly against her cleft, when Mistress commanded, "Back in the chair, slave.  Your move."
 
Todd scrambled backwards on the floor, truly shaking now.  He rolled back and stood, then dropped his aching bottom onto the chair, surprised at how sore he felt back there.

He looked at the board, and saw Mistress' piece diagonal from his, with an empty space behind it.  A little uncertain about the consequences, Todd looked up at Mistress.
 
"You know the rules," she said.  "If you can jump, you MUST jump."  She stared at Todd, silently daring him to contradict her.  But the slave knew better.  He lifted the red piece, placed it on the board behind hers, and removed the black one, setting it aside on the table.
 
"Two squares... TWO swats!" Mistress Elizabeth announced.
 
Todd stood, presenting his red, sore bottom.
 
"Not on the rear, this time, slave," said Mistress.  "Turn around and face me."
 
Confused, Todd turned, his hands still clasped together, not knowing what to expect.
 
Mistress pointed her paddle at him.  "Hands behind you, slave."  And Todd moved his hands, his right hand grabbing two of the fingers of his left.  "Look down!" Mistress commanded.  "I did not give you permission to look at my face."  Todd stared down at the floor, his cock so tight in the chastity.
 
THWACK!  THWACK!  A hard blow across the top of his left thigh, another across the top of his left.  Todd's eyes filled with tears at the pain.  He tried to suppress a moan, but found himself sobbing for a moment, unable to stop.  Mistress waited, while Todd composed himself, and began to shuffle backward, and started to sit down again.
 
"Did I tell you to sit down, slave?" asked Mistress.
 
"N-- " Todd began, then caught himself before uttering the dreaded word.  "You did not, Mistress."  He resumed standing straight, his buttocks and thighs burning, cock aching.
 
"You took one of my pieces," Mistress Elizabeth accused.
 
It's part of the rules, Todd thought.  But he answered, "Yes, Mistress."
 
"What should be your punishment, for taking one of your Mistress' game pieces?"  She stood up, and approached Todd closely.  She pressed the edge of the paddle under his chin, pushing upwards.  "Look at me, slave."  Todd looked into her eyes.  "What sort of punishment should you receive?"

Todd was shaking, afraid that saying the wrong thing would earn him even more severe pain than getting it right.  "I...  I don't know, Mistress."
 
She trailed the edge of the paddle down Todd's neck, down the center of his chest, pressing it gently against his navel.  "You... don't... know..."  She drew the paddle back, as if getting ready for a swing at his face, and Todd's eyes went wide.  The Mistress Elizabeth lifted her other hand, holding up a small, black box, with two electrodes at one end.  She showed it to Todd, letting him see the small, metal prods glitter in the light.  Then she lowered her hand to his crotch, pressed the box against his balls under the chastity, and pressed the button.
 
Waves of intense pain throbbed through his balls, and Todd screamed, expelling the breath he had been holding without realizing it.  He lost all count of time, of how long the electrical sparks shot through his groin, but it seemed to go on forever.  Suddenly, Mistress Elizabeth pulled the box away, and Todd began to cry, shaking -- as Mistress casually walked back to her chair and sat down.

"Sit, slave!"  She reached out to the board, and moved another black piece, giving Todd another opening to jump -- straight to her side of the board.

Gasping for breath, Todd sat, and examined the board, realizing his was the next move.  He reached out to the red piece, ready to jump again.  Afraid of the consequences.
 
"Not yet, slave!  I just moved a square.  Time to pleasure your mistress.  On your knees again, and over here," she pointed.
 
Todd slipped off the chair, feeling the edge scrape against his sore bottom.  He shuffled forward on his knees, not sure if he should be crawling.  Mistress did not correct him.  And when he arrived at her chair, she unzipped her top, exposing her breasts.
 
"The left nipple -- SUCK!"
 
Todd leaned forward, his mouth opening...
 
"Not that way, slave!  MY left!"
 
Suddenly, Todd found Mistress' knee pressed firmly against his balls.  Not roughly -- but meaning business.  His mind was going fuzzy, it was hard to think.  He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, then thought a moment, and leaned to his right.  His lips closed around the large, soft nipple.  Teasing and sucking.  Feeling it harden inside his mouth.  He sucked, and then dared to scrape the edge of his teeth -- gently -- over the skin of Mistress' nipple.  Her moans told him she was enjoying the sensation.
 
"Enough, slave."  Mistress reached up with both hands, and pushed Todd's head away.
 
He crawled backwards, stood, and sat again, feeling the chair on his sore buttocks.  He began to reach for the red piece again, afraid of what might happen next.  Then Todd pulled back, folded both hands in his lap, and begged, "Please, Mistress, I don't want to play any more."

Mistress Elizabeth leaned her elbows on the table, smiling.  "Honesty, at least.  Good.  I don't want you holding any secrets from me."  She leaned back in her chair.  "But I never said you had a choice, whether to play or not."
 
Todd felt the floor drop out from under him.  His jaw dropping open, he leaned toward the board again, reaching for the piece.

"And," said Mistress, "in case you have any expectations of minimizing your punishment..."
 
Todd looked up, though he had not been given permission to look in Mistress' face.
 
"I want to make sure you play a good game."  She smiled even more broadly.  "I want you to play to win."
 
"Yes, Mistress," Todd replied, prepared to obey.

"And to sweeten the victory..."  The dominatrix reached into a pocket in her skirt and withdrew a shiny metal object.  She held it up, dangling it in front of Todd, at her end of the board.  The key to his cock cage.
 
"Mistress?..." Todd began, not sure what to ask.

She swung the key back and forth... watching his eyes follow...  "Yes, if you win the game, I'll unlock you -- for tonight..."  Then she withdrew the key, and put it back in the pocket.  "But if you lose...  I'll leave you locked up for an extra four weeks."
 
Todd's cock throbbed with pain, inside the tight lock.  "Yes, Mistress."
 
"You want to win... don't you?" she said.
 
"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy.  Now, make your move."

Todd reached out to the red piece, and lifted it.  Jumping over Mistress' black piece to the back row.  He picked up the black piece, set it aside.  Remembering the punishments that Mistress had administered so far.  He looked down at the table, again remembering his place as a slave.  His voice quavered when he said the words that he MUST say:  "King me."
 
Mistress Elizabeth lifted the red checker, then took one of the discarded black checkers and placed it underneath, stacking the two together, with the red checker on top.  Now Todd's piece was the most powerful one on the board, able to move forward and backward.
 
Todd waited for Mistress' next command, afraid to imagine what she would do next.
 
"Go to the wall, and retrieve the riding crop, slave," she said.
 
When Todd returned, Mistress administered one blow to each testicle, making it so hard for him to stand.  She gently stroked the tip of the riding crop under Todd's balls, cooing, "That's two swats for two squares."  She leaned forward, and gently blew into Todd's ear, nibbling his earlobe.  "Now... for taking another of your Mistress' pieces... I want you to kneel on the floor, in a little ball."
 
Todd dropped to the floor, curling up, his hands balled into loose fists, held closely against his chest.  Click... click... click...  He could hear Mistress' boots, as she walked around him...  Around to his right... then by his head...  Trailing the riding crop down his back, between his shoulder blades.  Then walking past his left side... trailing the crop down between his ass cheeks...  Oh, God, not his balls again!  Then THWACK! THWACK! she struck two hard blows on the soles of his feet.  THWACK!  again, and THWACK! again.  Over and over, making Todd's feet feel like they were on fire!  The pain was so intense, he only realized Mistress had stopped when she shouted at him.
 
"Get up!" Mistress commanded.

Todd stood.

"Sit down," she said.  And Todd limped over to his chair, barely able to walk.  He slumped into it, panting, trying to remember whose turn it was.
 
Mistress pushed another black checker forward, directly in the path of his king.  Was she "throwing" the game?  Todd could barely think.  He started to reach for his king, when he realized again that he should be waiting for a command to pleasure Mistress.  He hardly heard her voice, as she commanded him to lie on the floor, face up.  In a moment, she was lowering her smooth, round ass on top of his face, cutting off his air, commanding him to push his tongue deeper into her ass, while her riding crop trailed up his left thigh... then up his right thigh...  So hard to think... seeing stars flashing...  His tongue deep into her warm hole...  Todd licked... and wiggled his tongue... again forgetting all about the checker game...  Then suddenly, Mistress' bottom lifted, and Todd exhaled, almost explosively, and gasped in a deep breath of fresh air.
 
"Up, slave," Mistress commanded.  "Sit down, and make your next move!"
 
And so the game continued.  The long, slow game of checkers.  Move by move, Todd alternated between pleasuring Mistress -- with his mouth, with his hands, licking, kneading, massaging, sucking -- and receiving so many different kinds of pain.  More strokes with the riding crop, slow crushing of his balls, a spiked wheel down all the most sensitive parts of his skin, and the whip -- stroke after stroke, on his ass, on his thighs, on his back.  Till, finally, shaking and barely able to see through the tears, Todd jumped his red king over Mistress' final black piece, and removed it from the board.
 
He stared down at the board, unthinking, the chair digging into his sore buttocks, the floor burning on his aching feet.  He waited, shivering.  Inhaling deeply, and shuddering as he blew out each breath.
 
Todd heard a scratching.  A scrape of something hard across the surface of the checker board.  And Mistress' hand entered his field of vision, now a narrow tunnel of light through the pain, pushing the key toward him.  Todd did not recognize it at first.
 
"You won, slave," Mistress said.  "Todd, can you hear me?  You won."
 
Todd stared at the key.  Then two thoughts finally met inside his head, and he reached forward, taking the key from Mistress Elizabeth's hand.  She let him take it, easily.  And he sat still, trying to remember what to do next.
 
"You may now unlock your chastity, slave -- only for tonight."
 
"Thank you, Mistress," Todd muttered.  He reached down to his crotch with the key, fumbling for a moment, and inserted it into the lock.  A simple turn, and click, and the lock slipped out, letting him open the cock cage and set it aside on the table.

"Stand up, and turn around," Mistress said.
 
Todd stood, feeling dazed.  His cock felt so strange, so cold out of the chastity.  So light, with the weight and the confinement removed.  He barely noticed Mistress moving around -- but he felt her wrapping the cuffs around his thighs, then the cuffs around his wrists.  The click-click of locks finally brought Todd out of his daze, and he realized that his hands had been locked at his sides, well away from his newly-liberated penis.
 
"Mistress...?" Todd began to ask.
 
"I said you could unlock your cock, slave," Mistress replied, "not that you could stroke it."
 
Mistress Elizabeth demonstrated, by squeezing her hand around Todd's cock, so very gently, and pulling from the base to the tip.  Reminding him of the sensation -- it had been so long!  He felt ready to cum, instantly -- but she let go of his cock, and took hold of his chin.
 
"Look at me, slave."

Todd looked into her eyes.
 
"You're going to sleep on your back, tonight.  No sheets or blankets.  NOTHING is to touch your cock -- do you understand?"
 
"Yes, Mistress," Todd nodded.
 
"Good boy," she replied.  "In the morning, I'll put your chastity back on for you, before releasing your hands."  She traced her fingertip around his lips, causing his cock to leap upwards, the pressure so instantly increasing.
 
"Would you like to be able to stroke it?" Mistress asked.

Todd shook, and his hips began to thrust forward, automatically.  "Yes, Mistress!  Please, Mistress, let me--"
 
"Shhhhhhhh!" Mistress said, pressing her finger against Todd's lips, sealing them.  "You're going to have to EARN that privilege, slave -- by playing another game.  Tomorrow night.  Would you like that?"
 
Todd shivered again, fear and lust warring inside his head, inside his body.  He found himself answering, "Yes, Mistress."  The words came with so little thought, now.
 
"When I was a little girl, I was very good at... marbles!  Would you like to play marbles with me, slave?"
 
"Yes, Mistress."  More and more automatic.
 
"Good.  Of course, every time you hit my marbles, you get to keep them."  She trailed her fingers down Todds chest, around his torso, around the bound arm, to his back, and down the cleft of his ass.  "I have some very special plans, on WHERE you will get to them."  She laughed, quietly.  "And I have a VERY big bag of marbles."
 
Todd's buttocks clenched together, involuntarily.  Still, his resistance was non-existent for now.  "Yes, Mistress," he replied.
 
"Come to bed now, slave," Mistress said, pulling on Todd's arm.  "Before you fall asleep, Mistress needs a good licking.  You'll get to smell my juices on your face all night long.  Won't that be nice?"  She hugged his arm closely.  "Doesn't it feel so good, to have your cock out of that tight cage?"

Todd walked side by side with Elizabeth, toward their bedroom, no longer thinking words.  Simply reacting to the mental images of licking Mistress' slick, wet pussy.  "Yes, Mistress."  Hands at his sides, mind in neutral, ready to serve.  The perfect, obedient slave.  Not even thinking about that big bag of marbles, and how the little, cool spheres would feel as they were pushed one by one, up inside him.  Tomorrow's game.  That was tomorrow's game.

"Yes, Mistress."  Tonight was yes, Mistress.
 
Yes, Mistress.

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Mistress Black lay in the glass coffin.  Blindfolded.  Gagged with the soft, rubber mouthpiece, the tiny tube dripping MzDominica's pale, yellow pee into her mouth.  Each sharp, salty drop made the woman shiver with ecstasy as it touched her tongue, behind the gag, and slowly rolled down… toward the back of her throat… gliding over her tongue… to the back, where she could taste the gentle bitterness of Dominica's fluids…  And then, almost reluctantly, she swallowed… moaning behind the gag as her body shook…
 
"My pee gives you pleasure," Dominica's unrelenting voice continued, playing through the headphones.  "Deep, arousing, sexual pleasure.  Every drop you swallow feels like an orgasm.  Rippling through your body.  Spreading out, from your throat, as each drop of My pee drips down… down… down deep inside you.  Spreading out like a wave.  Deep waves of pleasure, like having your nipples sucked… like having your pussy licked…  Every tiny drop of Dominica's pee, like an orgasm.  Swallow… and cum…  Swallow… and cum…  You crave to obey Dominica…  You crave to swallow… and cum…  Feel the next drop roll down your tongue…  So very slowly…  You want to keep it on your tongue…  You want to taste it as long as you can…  Each tiny drop…  Drop…  Drop…  Swallow… and CUM…  Such intense pleasure…  You never want it to end…"
 
There was nothing subliminal about this recording.  The white noise had been replaced with the sounds of dripping water…  The sound of Dominica's voice was like a lover, speaking intimately, but easily heard.  Unhurried.  She had all the time in the world.  Dominica's words repeated over and over, as the reservoir of yellow fluid dripped… dripped… dripped… into Mistress Black's widely-stretched mouth.
 
"Blank…  Blank…  Blank…  When I say the word blank, your mind empties out immediately.  You go blank.  So blank and empty.  Blank.  Not a thought in your head.  Blank.  Mind gone.  Thinking stopped.  You do not think.  You only swallow.  Swallow and drink My pee.  Drip…  Drip… Drip…  My delicious, orgasmic pee…  Blank… you do not think…  Blank…  So empty…  Mind so empty…  My pee gives you such pleasure…  Feel each drop, each tiny drop.  So delicious.  As the waves of an orgasm spread out from your tongue…  Down your throat… up into your brain…  Your empty, empty brain…  Drip…  Blank…  Drip…  Feels so good…  Blank…  Feels so good…"
 
The woman's skin looked so shiny, inside the glass coffin.  Naked, covered with a sheen of sweat.  At first, it was resistance.  She had tried so hard to resist.  Even when she could no longer remember the long drive up the mountain road, up through the clouds, through the pass and into the valley, the view of Dominica's farming community gradually dropping behind the forest as she wove back and forth down the mountainside.  Approaching the inn, with the sign cryptically labeled "Dominica's."  Shivering in ecstasy with each tiny drop of pee, she no longer remembered walking into the tavern, and dropping to her knees at Dominica's booted feet, the scent of leather making her shake, even then.  No longer remembered gazing down at the floor, unable to think, unable to move, until she felt MzDominica's hand on the back of her head, and heard her voice utter a single word:  "Sleep."
 
Sleep…  Sleep…  Was it Dominica's Voice, telling her to sleep?  Or the memory of when Dominica commanded her to sleep?  And sleep.  And sleep.  Dropping deeper and deeper, until she lay on the floor, nose and chin pressed against Dominica's boot, in a kiss she could not remember giving.  The warm arms of male and female slaves had gently lifted her, held her close, almost lovingly… and carried her to the special training rooms, deep underground.  The rooms with the special brainwashing chambers, rows and rows of new slaves wearing headphones and blindfolds, listening to MzDominica's Voice…  Teasing them, programming them, wiping their minds clean, and programming them again.  Over and over, until the false, implanted memories began to merge with the real ones, and a new personality emerged -- docile, obedient, quiet.  Dominica's quiet, empty-minded, hypnotized slaves.  Cocks always so hard.  Pussies always so wet and dripping. 
 
Now the resistance was gone.  Now there was only lust.  And obedience.  And a continual need to serve Dominica.  One by one, each of the newly-programmed slaves was attended by a man or a woman wearing long, black, shiny leather boots, and a solid, metallic chastity belt.  The "coffin" was opened.  The headphones, gag, and restraints were removed.  And the booted slave held a shiny crystal up before the eyes of the new slave and said two words:  "Follow, follower."  Like a zombie, slowly and stiffly, the new slave arose from the enclosure, never taking his or her eyes off the crystal, following as the booted slave led the way out of the room.
 
But Mistress Black was not in the big room with the rows and rows of newly-recruited slaves.  No… she was in one of the special rooms, for even deeper training.  And tears ran down her cheeks as the orgasms became more and more intense.  As each tiny drop of pee hit her tongue and set off waves of pleasure like an earthquake, forcing her to sob around the gag.  She would have begged for the next drop -- each and every next drop -- if only she could speak.  But the gag held her tongue still, dripping… dripping… dripping… as the vibrator against her clit, and the shafts inside her pussy and ass, gently thrummed and buzzed, keeping her just at the edge of orgasm.  Just at the edge, until a drop of sharp, tangy fluid touched her tongue, and rolled down from the front slowly to the back, and she sobbed with pleasure as the orgasmic waves tore through her body and mind.
 
Addicted.  Thoroughly addicted to Dominica.  Needing and craving the pleasure.  Needing to serve.  Helplessly aroused, and silently begging with her mind, begging for the next orgasm.  Just one more tiny drop.  One more tiny wave!  And the drop would fall, and her body would spasm from head to toe, her voice squealing and moaning behind the gag.
 
Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the blindfold being removed from her eyes.  The gag remained in her mouth, and her arms and legs were still bound with the strong, leather straps.  The screen in front of her showed images of men and women.  The display changed from moment to moment.  Still photos, live video recordings… even paintings and cartoons.  Each one showed a dominant, or a submissive, or both.  Men kneeling, women licking boots…  A drop of urine on her tongue, and Mistress Black shook with pleasure, spasms and waves cascading through her body and mind.  Dominant women slapping their slaves, beating them with whips, kicking them.  Not a drop.  "Thirsty… you are so thirsty…" the Voice in the headphones whispered.  Mistress Black ached for just one more tiny drop of pee.  Just one more.  Inside the gag, her tongue began to move, trying to suck just a drop out of the tubing.  Just a tiny drop.  As the slapping continued on the screen.  As slave after slave was whipped, or paddled.  Then the images changed again, showing a woman in long, black gloves, holding a spinning crystal in front of the face of a kneeling man.  His gaze was clearly captured by the spinning, flashing gem.  Drip… a tiny drop of pee fell onto Mistress Black's tongue, and rolled slowly down, toward the back of her throat.  She swallowed, and moaned in pleasure… a small tear rolling down her cheek, as she watched the crystal spinning, spinning, spinning before the man's eyes.  Drip… another drop of pure pleasure!  Mistress Black's eyes wanted to roll back in her head, savoring the pure joy of the pee-induced orgasm -- but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen.  "Watch…" Dominica's Voice said, "you need to watch…  Your eyes want to close, so badly…  But you need to keep them open…  You simply cannot stop looking…  Cannot stop staring at the images…  Watch…"  The man's eyes closed, and his head dropped onto his chest.  A tiny squirt of pee into her mouth, and Mistress Black's limbs moved like she was having convulsions.  The man curled forward, and began to lick the woman's black boot, and a tiny stream of pee poured down Mistress Black's throat -- for just a moment -- while she struggled to moan and swallow at the same time, almost choking, drops of pee dripping out her nostrils.  Another image, of a tall, dark-haired woman, slapping a slave with her gloved hand.  No pee.  "Thirsty… so thirsty…"  Mistress Black began to cry… to sob…  Needing the salty/sour/bitter pee in her mouth so much!  She watched slap after slap, as the slave's face was forcibly twisted to the right, then the left, then the right again.  Slapping and stinging the submissive face that could not move away, could not resist.  Thirsty.  So thirsty.  She wanted a sip.  Wanted a drink.  Wanted to feel the waves cascade through her again and again.  Another image, with a spinning crystal -- this time, with a young woman on her knees, looking up, squeezing her own nipples in her fingers, shaking.  Drip…  Oh yes!  Mistress Black swallowed, gratefully, staring at the woman on her knees, looking into her vacant eyes, as the little slut played with herself, unable to stop.
 
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"Follow, follower!"  The spinning, flashing crystal called Mistress Black out of the box.  She was hardly aware that her arms and legs were now unbound.  The gag removed from her mouth.  She felt as if she were still wearing the headphones, still feeling a pressure against the sides of her head.  Her head… that felt full of cotton…  So empty and full at the same time…  The crystal was so pretty, and looking at it made her mouth taste of pee.  So delicious, making her shake with lust.  So pretty… flashing so pretty…  She saw the crystal move away, and wanted to follow.  Wanted to follow where it went.  Stiffly, she pushed and pulled herself to a standing position, and walked, following the flashing, glittering crystal.  Was it floating?  Was somebody holding it?  She couldn't tell.  All she could see was the pretty, spinning crystal.  And hear the voice calling her to follow.  Follow, follower.  Follow.  Follow the crystal.  Down the long hallway.  Down the stairs into the torchlit room.  Cold.  It felt so cold.  Stones everywhere, rough and gray.  Lit only by the flickering torches, and the large brazier at the center of the room.  The smell of smoke made her mind feel even more clouded.

"Kneel," she heard a voice say.  And the sound of being commanded tasted like pee.  She dropped to her knees, and felt her shoulders pushed back and downward, so she sat back on her heels.  She hardly noticed the chains being pulled over her thighs, the shackles being attached to her wrists.  Locking her down, onto the floor.  She stared at the crystal as it moved away from her.  Across the room.  The crystal dangled from a chain, and there was a hand holding it, of that she was vaguely aware.  The chain was passed from one hand to another, a hand with long, red fingernails.
 
"You must obey," the holder of the chain said.  The holder of the crystal.  Mistress Black remembered that Voice.  The Voice from inside her mind.  The Voice that tasted like pee.  Her body shook, hearing that Voice… rattling the chains that bound her to the dungeon floor.

"I must obey Dominica," she replied.  It wasn't so much an affirmation as a response, programmed into her.  The words issued from her lips without any conscious thought.

"You belong to Me, now… slave," Dominica said.  She reached forward, the crystal still in one hand -- but something else, held in both her hands.

Mistress Black felt the collar wrap around her neck, and heard the tiny padlock click into place, just at the base of her throat.

"Who owns you, slave?" Dominica's Voice asked.

"Dominica owns me," Mistress Black replied.  Again, a completely programmed response.  And yet, it felt right.  It felt true.  She wanted to look up, into the beautiful green eyes that looked so deeply into her mind -- but she could not summon the will to move.  She only stared at the crystal, obeying her last command.

"There will be no pain.  No pain.  You are numb, and will feel nothing," Dominica said.  She reached over to the brazier next to her, and drew out the long handle of the branding iron. 

Mistress Black hardly noticed the slave girl pumping the bellows, keeping the fire so hot!  The branding iron glowed almost white in the torchlit room, and smelled of smoke, and hot metal.  There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat in the air.  Then Mistress Black looked down at the top of her right thigh, and saw the charred flesh, as she saw MzDominica give the handle of the branding iron to the waiting slave girl.

Dominica reached forward again, holding the crystal close to Mistress Black's dazzled eyes, and again said one word:  "Sleep."
 
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"Follow, follower," the voice said.  It sounded familiar.  But all Mistress Black could focus on was the spinning, glittering crystal.  Still kneeling on the dungeon floor, she found her chains and manacles had been removed.  There was a bandage over the top of her thigh, covering the new brand -- but she did not understand this thing.  All she knew was the spinning crystal, and the need to obey.  "Stand," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and struggled to rise, her feet feeling unsteady on the cold, rough stones.

"Follow, follower," the voice said.
 
And Mistress Black followed the pretty, glittering crystal, feeling a drop of pee drip down her tongue.  So good.  She shook with pleasure, even as she shivered with cold.  Following the crystal, and the shiny black boots of the woman who carried it.  Up the stone stairwell.  Through the hall…  Out a door, into the cool, dark night air.

"Crawl," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and dropped to her hands and knees.  She followed the boots, and the crystal dangling so close to the ground next to them.  Down the dirt path.  Over the grass.  To the side of the house.  To the little "pet door" -- just a flap, near the bottom of the door.

"Go inside," the voice commanded.  "You will do what you are told.  You must obey."
 
"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and crawled through the flap.

She found herself in a room, all painted white.  The floor, walls, and ceiling were all of wood -- but so white as to seem blank and featureless.  The walls were lined with row after row of wooden cabinets, also painted white.  It was hard to look around without feeling like she was falling asleep.  She felt hands taking her by the arms, and pulling her upward.  "Stand," a voice said.  So blank and empty.  So white and blank.  She felt herself gently guided into a shower, the water turned on, warm and gentle, like a rain of pee.  Her skin was lathered and scrubbed while her mind drifted, gazing at the blank, white walls, feeling hands squeeze and scrub her breasts, fingers making little circles around her hard nipples, trail up and down her thighs.  She felt her hands being lifted, and pushed up to her own breasts.  "Squeeze and pinch," a voice commanded.  Her eyes closed on the white blankness as her fingers gently caressed her breasts, long fingernails digging into her nipples.  She opened her mouth and drank the falling water.  So warm and gentle… but she missed the salty, bitter taste.  Hands rubbed and rinsed all the soap off her body, then gently tugged her out of the shower.  Eyes still closed, squeezing her breasts, she felt the fluffy towels drying her, patting around the collar that encircled her neck.  There was a zipping sound, a mild pain on her leg -- and soon the bandage on her thigh had been replaced with a fresh, dry one.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

And Mistress Black obeyed, to find the crystal spinning and flashing.  So pretty and dazzling.  Dazzling and sleepy.  "Follow, follower."  The crystal began to move away.  She began to follow it, walking, barely noticing that it gradually fell lower and lower down to the floor, as they left the blank, white room, and entered the hallway. 

"On your knees, slave," the voice said. 

And Mistress Black dropped to the floor, crawling, following the crystal, and the shiny black boots.  Down the hallway.  Down into sleepy obedience.  Through the halls of the mansion.  Past shelves and bookcases, cabinets with glass doors, past doors and windows with ornate decorations of carved wood and wrought metal.  Down to the audience chamber… where MzDominica sat, in Her big, leather chair. 

Dominica was dressed all in black leather, wearing black boots with elaborately stitched patterns and glittering jewels.  Mistress Black wanted to kiss them, so much!  But she could not move.  She remained on the floor, kneeling, awaiting MzDominica's command.  Dominica dangled another crystal from her hand, letting it gently swing back and forth… back and forth…

"That's right, slave," MzDominica said,. "Watch the crystal.  Watch Dominica's pretty crystal.  It makes you so sleepy.  Sleepy and blank.  So very sleepy.  You are mine, now.  You belong to me.  That is all that matters.  You belong to me.  What is your name, slave?"

Mistress Black began to answer, "Mist---"  But as soon as she opened her mouth, MzDominica said, "Blank."  Mistress Black tasted pee in her mouth, and could not think for a moment.

"What is your name, slave?" MzDominica asked again.

Mistress Black began to answer again, but MzDominica interrupted her even more quickly with "Blank!"  Her eyes slammed shut, and it was so hard to think.  The taste of pee made her shiver with ecstasy.

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

Mistress Black struggled to understand the question.  It didn't seem to make sense.  She opened her mouth to speak, and MzDominica said, "Blank!"

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

A moment's hesitation, and just as her mouth started to open, MzDominica said, "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

The woman knelt on the floor, trying to remember if the question made any sense.  Panting, shivering.  She opened her mouth, just a little.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

Kneeling on the floor, the woman simply panted, letting the question wash over her.  It had no meaning.  The words had no meaning.  She simply knelt, and awaited a command.  Quiet and empty, inside her cotton-filled head.  She knelt, and did not understand.

"What is your name?"  A pause, while the woman stared into empty space, unresponsive.  "What is your name?"  She knelt, unaware that she had been addressed.

Shivering.  Watching the spinning crystal.  Staring at the boots.  Staring at nothing.  She was not sure.  It did not matter.

"Good slave," MzDominica said.  "You do not have a name.  You do not need a name.  Not here.  Not yet.  You only obey.  You only obey.  You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

"That's right, you must obey," Dominica said.

"I must obey Dominica."

"Now stand, slave," Dominica commanded.  "On your feet.  I have tasks for you to perform!  I have a purpose for you, in your new life."
 
The nameless slave stood, rocking slightly from her bare left foot to her right one, and back again.  Too sleepy to find equilibrium.
 
"Turn, slave," MzDominica continued, "and look at the one who guided you here."

The woman turned and looked into the face of the slave who had held the crystal, spinning, in front of her.  Whose shiny boots she had followed, crawling down the hallway.  Suddenly, all the veils of sleep and cotton stuffing in her head blew away, as she recognized the auburn-haired woman standing before her -- Sheila!  In a hot fit of anger, she drew her hand back, ready to slap the bitch's face hard enough to break her fucking neck!

But she felt so thirsty.  So dizzy.  Her hand remained up above her shoulder, as she licked her lips.  So thirsty!  She found herself crying.  So thirsty.
 
Sheila lifted her crystal in front of the woman's eyes, and said, "You must obey Dominica!"

The woman lowered her hand, feeling so thirsty, and replied, "I must obey Dominica."  So thirsty and dizzy.  What had she been trying to do?  She could not remember.

"That's right," Sheila replied.  "Now, turn and face MzDominica.  Remain standing, and receive your instructions, slave."

Sheila's voice reverberated in the woman's mind with such power.  With Dominica's power -- and the taste in her mouth of a tiny drop of pee.  She shivered as she turned and looked at Dominica, feeling like she should be dropping to her knees -- but forced to obey, and remain standing.

"Good slave," MzDominica said, her Voice soothing and yet commanding.  "Yes, I have a job for you here, my slave.  Wake up.  I want you to completely wake up, now.  Remain absolutely still, and listen."

Mistress Black suddenly found herself becoming aware, remembering again the hot surge of anger that made her want to strike Sheila.  Her slave -- the traitor!  She wanted to turn and hit the little slut -- but she could not move!

"That's right," Dominica continued, "perfectly still.  You see…  I have hundreds and hundreds of slaves here in my Realm… Working my farm…  Plowing, sowing seeds, cultivating, and now harvesting…  But I need help coordinating them all.  I need people with a talent for domination, who will control them, but who will also obey me completely."  She leaned forward, staring into Mistress Black's eyes, her gaze and voice so compelling.  "I need switches."  She leaned back, comfortable in the chair.  "Like 43, here.  You know her as Sheila, the name she had before she became my slave."  Dominica looked at the red-haired woman, who shivered with delight under her Mistress' gaze.  Then she looked back at Mistress Black.  "And you are my newest switch bitch!"

Mistress Black felt angry again.  She seemed to be feeling angry so much, so often.  But it made her so thirsty.  So thirsty.  She needed to drink.  Needed another drop of Dominica's pee.  Her eyes dropped down to Dominica's crotch, helplessly.  When she realized her face was showing unresisting lust, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"Aww, you blush so nicely," Dominica cooed.  "That's right.  I know all about your temper.  How you like to slap and hit and whip your slaves."  Dominica let the crystal swing in little circles, just above her crotch, and Mistress Black found her eyes circling around and around with it.  "That is good, slave," Dominica continued, "but I need it controlled.  I need someone who can whip and punish my slaves -- but ONLY when I think it is appropriate."  Dominica stopped swinging the crystal, and let it fall between her legs.  Mistress Black licked her lips, wanting to drink.  Wanting to taste Dominica's pee.  "That's right.  Your violent impulses are now controlled.  You will use them when the time is right -- but now, _I_ decide when.  Do you understand?"

Mistress Black found her head nodding up and down.  She felt so thirsty.  Wanted to kneel and drink Dominica's pee.  Wanted to open her mouth and feel drop after drop rolling down her tongue.  Making her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.

"Wide awake!"  Dominica commanded.

Mistress Black's body jolted.  She hadn't even realized she'd been falling asleep.

Dominica smiled.  "That's right.  I own your mind, now.  And you will find yourself dropping into a hypnotic trance, whenever I want you to.  You are no longer in control.  _I_ am in control.  I control you completely, now!"  She pointed to a pair of boots that were set on the floor, standing upright all by themselves.  "Put those boots on.  NOW, slave.  Put them on!"

Mistress Black found herself scurrying to comply.  Unzipping the boots from the top to the bottom, slipping her feet into the long leather calves, pulling the zippers and feeling her calves so tightly encased.  She stood, wearing nothing but the boots, the leather collar, and the new brand on her thigh, and awaited Dominica's next command, feeling so thirsty!

"One more item," Dominica said.  She snapped her fingers.  "43, now is the time."

"Yes, Mistress," the redhead replied, bowing.  She reached over to a nearby table, where a shiny metal device had been sitting.  Waiting.  She picked it up, held it waist high, and commanded Mistress Black, "Spread your legs."

Mistress Black looked down at Sheila's hands, and recognized that what she held was a stainless steel chastity belt.  She was about to protest to MzDominica, when she realized that Sheila was wearing an identical belt herself, the restraining metal band cinching her waist so tightly.

43 held her hands higher, and stared deep into Mistress Black's eyes.  "It's for your own protection.  The other slaves are so stimulated, so needy -- they will do ANYTHING for a moment's pleasure!"

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy.  So confused.

"You are so thirsty," Dominica said, so quietly.  "You must obey."
 
Almost whining, Mistress Black replied, "I must obey Dominica."  She shifted her stance, spreading her feet wide, her hips pumping gently.  She panted, staring quietly, as Sheila slipped the chastity under her crotch, clicked it into place around her hips, then pulled the metal cinch around her waist.  Tighter…  tighter…  Click.  A lock latched into place at the small of her back.  Sheila walked around Mistress Black and handed the key to MzDominica, who took it and smiled, slipping it into the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.

"There," Dominica said, "now you're all mine… and all safe."

Mistress Black looked down at the metal around her hips and between her legs.  Cold metal warming up, as it remained in contact with her skin.  Pussy locked away.  Ass locked away.  Never to feel the soft, warm tongue of a slave, unless MzDominica granted her permission.  She felt scared and angry at the same time.  She wanted to slap somebody.  But she felt so thirsty.  Thirsty and sleepy.  Just a drop.  She wanted to taste just a tiny drop of Dominica's pee!
 
43 held up the crystal, and commanded, "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, helplessly, feeling so sleepy.

Dominica smiled.  "Now, 43, take our new switch out, and show her how to conduct her new duties, here."  She looked at Mistress Black, whose mouth was open, slack-jawed, and drooling.  "And at the end of the day, let her eat with the other switches."  She turned her gaze back to the redhead.  "I think she'll fit in perfectly!"

"Yes, Mistress," 43 replied.  She twirled the crystal again, before Mistress Black's face, and whispered, "Follow, follower!"

Clad in her collar, new boots, and tight, shiny chastity, the nameless slave followed the crystal, walking slowly behind the shiny boots.  Out of the mansion, and onto the dirt roads that led toward the gardens and the fields, where the farmhands were working.

With 43 guiding her, instructing her, the nameless woman held up a spinning crystal in front of the face of one slave after another, speaking the words she was told, and watching the slave's eyes grow dull and quiet and mindless, eyelids fluttering, bodies drooping -- even as the men's cocks became rock hard, and the women's pussies became puffy and began to drip.  For a moment, the nameless woman thought she recognized one of the men, a thin one who curled into a tiny ball on the ground and tried to kiss her boots.  She reached her hand backward, preparing to strike him, not even sure why -- but felt she so dizzy and confused, and her mouth felt so dry!  She lowered her hand, and 43 guided both of them toward the garden, where they directed the man to lower himself down to into a freshly dug hole, and let another slave cover him up to the neck in soft, warm dirt.  43 held the crystal up in front of his eyes, and whispered to him about plants, and being quiet, and growing under the open sky, beneath the warm sun, simply letting the moments pass, the hours drift by, the days -- one by one -- lying quiet and growing, slowly opening his hands like leaves.  The tension slowly left the man's face, and his eyes took on a de-focused look, even as a quiet, gentle smile spread over his features.  Quiet.  Sleepy.  Growing.  In the sun, and the breeze, and the droplets of rain.  Like a plant.  Just a quiet, growing plant.  He would be a much better slave for Dominica when his mind was calm... quiet... without fear... and no longer focused on the former Mistress Black.

43 showed the woman how to walk a slave through the sequence of picking strawberries, or plowing a furrow in the fields.  How to train them to repeat the task, over and over -- the motion of the plow, the color and scent of the ripe, red berries arousing them all day long.  Keeping them in a deep, hypnotic stupor -- keeping them focused constantly on sex, and obedience, and on their Mistress Dominica.  43 took her into the barn where the girls brought in the baskets of eggs, or berries, or freshly-picked vegetables.  She watched as each girl handed a full basket to a woman wearing boots and a chastity belt.  The woman took the basket, then pushed her hand between the girl's legs and rubbed her slick, wet pussy -- one, two, three times.  The girl's face lit up with a big smile, and her eyes became even more unfocused.  Then the booted woman handed the girl an empty basket, guiding her back out the door again to collect more.  The nameless woman ached to feel a hand like that on her sex, and remembered the taste of Dominica's pee on her tongue, drop by drop, rolling down and back, and producing waves of ecstasy.  She automatically reached one hand down to stroke herself gently -- but her hand encountered only hard metal.  So thirsty!
 
Just as it began to grow dark, the woman found herself following 43 back toward the mansion.  But instead of entering by the little slave flap, they walked further to a large, simple house, with an ordinary door, and entered.  Inside was a single, spacious white room, with a pallet on the floor for each switch slave.  This was the women's quarters -- there were no men, not here -- and the former Mistress Black found herself guided toward one little spot along the wall, where there was a pallet and two bowls -- one filled with water, the other filled with a kind of stew.  On each pallet knelt a woman in boots and a chastity belt, her hair tied back behind her collar, lapping up her dinner from the bowls in front of her.

The stew was warm, and smelled so good!  The nameless woman was so hungry!  43 tied the woman's hair behind her head, in a pony tail, and directed her to kneel on the floor, hands behind her, and to eat the stew with her hands firmly on the floor, to drink the water using only her tongue -- just like a good, little pet.  Like a dog, or a cat.  But before she was allowed to eat, before she was allowed to drink, she must say her mantra:  "I must obey Dominica." 

The nameless woman spoke the words, and felt so quiet.  So dizzy, and empty.  She drifted a few moments, not thinking about anything -- not even the empty pain in her tummy -- until she felt a hand on the back of her head, stroking gently.
 
"Welcome, my pet," she heard Dominica's Voice say.

The nameless woman opened her eyes and looked up, but before she could tilt her head upward enough to see Dominica's face, she found her gaze captured by a third bowl in Mistress' hand -- a bowl filled with warm, yellow liquid.  The smell was familiar, and pungent.  And the woman's mouth became wet.  She began to drool.

Dominica's hand held the bowl in front of her a moment, then lowered it to the floor.  "A gift from Dominica," she said, and again stroked the back of the woman's head.  "Enjoy, and obey!"

The woman leaned forward, still kneeling, and lapped at the bowl like a thirsty kitten.  Yes, MzDominica's pee -- warm and fresh from the source!  Wave after wave of pleasure thrummed through the woman's body and mind, as she lapped up and swallowed mouthful after mouthful.  Suddenly, she remembered, and opened her eyes, turning her face upward.  "Thank You, Mistress!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You are welcum, slave," Dominica said.  "Now, eat your dinner, and go to sleep.  I have many things for you to do tomorrow."  She gently caressed the top of the woman's head, and walked away, her boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The woman felt so good, so happy.  Happy to serve Mistress.  So happy to be here!  She turned her head, took a bite of stew, then lapped another mouthful of pee, feeling so quiet, so dizzy, so happy.  Growing sleepier by the moment.  Soon, she would lie down on her pallet, and simply drop into a deep sleep, dreaming of Dominica's Voice, and Dominica's delicious pee.

Tomorrow, she would serve Dominica well.  So very well.  And the next day, and the next day.

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~

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