The Adventures of Karen - Part 5 - The Decision
Andy stayed motionless as ordered, but he could hear soft moans from Karen. He
knew that his new Master and Mistress had gone over to her and were, he
imagined, inspecting her torment in greater detail.
As he knelt and waited, Karen watched her captors walk towards her. Karl stood
in front of her and she could see that, judging by the bulge in his trousers, he
was quite excited, quite aroused, by her predicament. She wondered if he was
going to make use of her, now, or later. Despite herself she couldn't help
wondering what it would be like, and she glanced across to Andy. He was still
kneeling but even now, after his whipping, his cock was standing proud, hard and
swollen; even harder, it seemed, than it had ever been when they had made love.
Karen's thoughts were disturbed by Greta, who had moved behind her. 'Do those
little pegs hurt you, my dear?'.
Karen, unable to speak, nodded her head.
'Would you like me to remove them?' Karen nodded again and tried to speak
through her gag.
Greta looked at her husband for his reaction.
'Oh yes my dear, you love doing that so much, I know!'.
With his approval, Karen could feel the warm soft hand of Greta, her new
Mistress, move round her body and cup her tormented right breast.
'Mmmmmmm, how nicely it glows with those pegs, perhaps you really like them
after all!'. As Greta spoke she removed the pegs around the tormented breast
one by one, not gently but more by pulling them so that, as they relinquished
their firm embrace, of the tender flesh they snapped shut. They left her breast
with a final gentle click. As the pegs were removed Karen slowly regained some
sensation in her pinched flesh. Only the final peg, firmly on her nipple,
remained.
'Would you like this', Greta flicked the final peg, 'to be removed as well, my
Dear?'
Again, Karen nodded, by this time her eyes wet with tears.
'I warn you, when this peg comes off it will hurt more than it does now!'
Karen felt the grip of the peg ease on her swollen throbbing red nipple and, as
it did, she felt the blood pulsing into the bruised flesh. Greta was right, as
the blood flowed the pain in her nipple surged and pounded before it slowly
subsided.
'There, my sweet, you see, not too bad after all was it?'
Karen could only shake her head.
Then, without any warning she felt Greta's hand cup and squeeze her breast,
gently kneading it and slowly, so slowly, so very slowly, teasing her nipple
into full hardness again. Despite herself, Karen shuddered. Her extended
position, on tip toe was becoming quite painful; her toes could ease the
tensions only a little. As the pleasure of the fondling continued, the
uncontrollable shudders she made had the effect of relaxing her legs and making
her suspended position more and more uncomfortable.
'Oh, yes, you see, you like that, you like that a lot, don't you?'. Greta
murmured.
Karen nodded again.
'Let us lower her slightly, shall we, she can stand on her feet, take the strain
off her toes and relax a little.' Karl spoke for the first time, 'Oh, yes,' he
looked at Greta, 'if we remove her gag, she will learn how to speak to her
superiors too.'
Karen was silently grateful as the chain was eased and her weight could be taken
on her feet rather than her toes. Her poor toes, they ached so much now that
she wondered how she had ever managed to handle the pain. Bliss indeed! Her
arms were still extended, still holding her erect, her large breasts till
jutting proudly.
Greta released the strap holding the gag and removed the ball from Karen's
mouth.
'You did well my dear, was that the first time you have been gagged like that?'
'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.', Karen replied, thankful that she seemed to
have found the right words to show her position as a slave.
Greta continued caressing and kneading Karen's tender right breast.
'Would you like me to remove the other pegs now, slut?'
Karen thought briefly about her reply.
'Yes, if that is what my Mistress wishes.'
Clearly she had said the right thing, as Greta, began removing the clips from
her other breast, finishing by removing the cruel grip on her nipple. Karen
tensed with the pain, but felt another smooth warm soft hand slide around to cup
her other breast. It felt so nice so good, after the prolonged torment. She was
well aware of the pleasure that Karl had had in inflicting the torment on her
flesh.
Greta kneaded and squeezed and pulled Karen's generous breasts, slowly but
surely shifting the focus of her attention to the nipples. Karen was aware that
they were being pinched gently and slowly pulled and extended, rubbed along
almost like rubbing a little cock in fact. She felt the pleasure pain of the
pulling exciting, arousing her once again.
'You like that, my slave?', Greta whispered in her ear, 'you want some more of
my special treatment?'
'Yes, Mistress, please use my breasts, no, sorry Mistress, my tits, please use
my tits as it pleases you. Please use my nipples Mistress.' Karen began to
wriggle slightly within her bonds as waves of pleasure flowed over her.
She looked across at Andy, still kneeling, but, disobeying his earlier
instructions, watching her torment with wide eyes. Karen had never entreated
him like that when he had indulged in such caresses. Even so, he thought, 'I
can't really complain, she is being pleasured and my cock is still hard and
swollen'. Indeed it was, he couldn't remember the last time he had sustained
such a firm and proud erection for such a long time. Despite himself, despite
his predicament he was aroused, perhaps more aroused for longer than he had ever
thought possible.
Karl glanced over at Andy, and, seeing his erect and swollen throbbing cock,
called across to him 'You seem to enjoy this, my slave. Do you mind if we
continue with your sweet lady for a while longer?'
'Yes Master, please use her as you and Mistress wish.' Andy replied hoarsely,
knowing that he had no choice in the matter.
'Oh, we will, we will!', Karl replied, and, moving as he spoke, towards Karen,
he gently flicked the remaining clips on her, by now, swollen labia.
'Shall I remove them now', he spoke to his wife, 'or do you wish the pleasure?'
Greta shook her head, 'No my dear, I am enjoying these heavy tits, and I know
you want to feel her wetness so much.'
Karl was clearly happy to accept the offer and he began to remove the pegs from
each labial lip. As with her nipples, Karen felt the surge of pain as the blood
returned to the tender flesh, the moist tender flesh.
'Is that better my dear', Karl leered at her 'did you like being clipped like
that?'
Karen had to agree, as a slave she had no choice, except in the form of words
that she used.
'Yes, my Master, I only wish to please you. If you wish to clip my labia I will
beg for you if that is what you wish.'
'Bitch! I did not understand that!', Karl snapped, as he tugged on the tender
flesh.
'Oh my Master I am so sorry, I will always enjoy it whenever you wish to put
clips or pegs on my cunt lips. My cunt is here to please you and Mistress.'
'Better, slut, remember to choose your words carefully in future.' Karen
gasped as she felt his fingers search for her soft wet opening, and gasped again
as she felt him probing deeper and deeper.
'Thank you Master, thank you', she gasped, knowing instinctively that she had to
thank him for his every action.
The fingers continued probing and, despite herself, Karen, with her nipples
still being stimulated by Greta and her softest tenderest recesses being probed
by Karl, felt that she could no longer resist the inevitable orgasm.
Suddenly Greta spoke, from behind her.
'No, my dear, you will not cum yet, not until we wish it!' As she spoke she let
Karen's nipples free and noted with satisfaction that the heavy tits settled and
hung down in their new found freedom. Just as suddenly the probing, pleasing
fingers were removed.
'Now lick your juices from my fingers bitch, lick them clean, now!'
Karen greedily licked her juices from the fingers that had so recently invaded
her, revelling in the sweet taste of her own juices. She had never told anyone,
not even Andy, that one of her secret pleasures had always been to finger
herself, to thrust deeply into herself and then to lick her juices. It was a
secret that she had successfully hidden, but, did she but know it, it was a
secret that she would soon reveal to her captors, and to any others that wished
it.
Through all of this Andy had been trying to keep still but, despite himself, the
pleasure of watching his lover being tormented by another man, and another
woman, was almost unbearable. He thought that he would almost ejaculate, almost
cum, with nothing other than visual stimulation, a dream he had long had. As
far as he could recall the only times he had ejaculated without any physical
stimulation were way back in his distant youth, in the days when he had
discovered, or so he thought, the unique, to him, pleasures of masturbation.
His mind wandered a little and he recalled how since his early teens he had
masturbated at least once every day, and even as he reached into his thirties it
was a habit, no, a pleasure, an intense pleasure, that he enjoyed.
As Karl and Greta walked over it was obvious that they had a clear understanding
of his thoughts.
'I suppose you would like to cum, slave', Karl asked him, with a smile playing
over his lips.
'Yes my Master, if it is your pleasure I would dearly like to cum. May I have
your permission please Master, please Mistress'.
They looked at each other and smiled.
'Well, my dear, shall we? Greta spoke, 'Perhaps I should make a start for you.'
As she spoke she walked a little closer to the kneeling submissive and eased off
her right boot.
Andy glanced at it briefly, taking in the smooth black leather, the high spike
heel, before he averted his gaze.
'Ha, never fear, you will be seeing a lot of my shoes, my boots and my feet in
future, more than seeing, in fact!', Greta smiled.
'But first, let me try this.'
As she finished speaking she lifted her now bare foot, her smooth painted toes
clearly slightly damp from their confinement in the soft leather. She began to
caress the throbbing cock, from the tip, down the swollen shaft and back again.
After a few stokes, she concentrated on the swollen head, and as she did so she
could see streaks of pre-cum on her smooth bare toes.
'Oh no, slave, we will stop there, I think', Greta removed her foot, slipping
into her boot. 'Well, my dear, what do you think of his cock? Will it be
satisfactory do you think?'
Karl looked at her and reached over, and, to Andy's horror, he grasped the
swollen phallus and squeezed it.
'Hmmmmmmm, very good, nice and thick and a good length too!', Karl murmured as
he gave the warm throbbing member a few gentle strokes.
Despite himself Andy felt a thrill, he had often wondered about another man's
cock, and how it would feel and how it would feel to have another man feeling
his erection. Nice! He decided that he definitely enjoyed the sensation. Karl
stopped his stroking.
'Like that did you, want some more do you?'
'Yes my owner, my Master,' Andy couldn't believe his answer, 'I want that so
much, will you allow me to cum as you stroke my cock Master?'
Karl shook his head.
'No, neither you, or that woman,', looking at Karen, 'will ever cum without our
permission.'
Greta moved away and settled in her fireside chair, joined by Karl. They looked
at the two captives, Karen, naked, and stood barefoot, with her arms still held
above her head, and Andy, naked, kneeling and still with an erection.
Greta, who was obviously the more dominant partner, spoke at last.
'Yes we have decided. You would both make excellent slaves. Are you willing to
join us?' She stared intently at Karen. 'Before you answer you should be aware
that if you do you will suffer many pains and torments, you will both be
humiliated, in front of us and in front of others.'
Karen looked at her wide eyed while Andy remained expressionless.
'You will serve us in any way we wish, and if the fancy takes us we will use
either or both of you for our own sexual pleasures.'
Karen looked across at Andy and an almost imperceptible nod passed between them.
'Hmmmmmmm', Greta continued, 'so far so good! We shall also use you both to
give pleasure to others, as and when we desire. But,' she raised her voice, 'be
aware that once you say yes and agree there will be no turning back. We shall
OWN you, is that clearly understood?'
She looked at Karen, who nodded, and then at Andy who went to speak, thought
better of it, and nodded.
'Excellent!' Karl continued the conversation. 'Let me tell you of our rules,
they are few but fair, and we shall never break them or allow any of our friends
to break them. You will be used sexually in any way that pleases us. You will be
beaten, cropped, caned, whipped or whatever we wish. You will endure these
instruments of pain and pleasure you see around you, whenever we wish.' Karl
paused and stood up.
'But, and take note of this, you will never be hurt beyond your capacity
forenduring. We will mark your skin, stripe it, but we will never break it.
Wewill never draw blood. We will never cause any permanent damage. We will
never pierce you or burn you. Other than that we will be free to use you as we
wish.' Karl moved closer to the couple.
'Understood?'
Again Karen and Andy nodded acceptance.
'Finally, before you speak your acceptance, we will give you a safeword.' Karl
continued, looking at his wife, who nodded her approval. 'A word that either of
you may use whenever the torment or experience you are undergoing is too much
for you. A word that you will use only at the extremes of your endurance. If
you use it lightly and for no good reason you may expect to be punished without
mercy, do you understand, without mercy!'
Again the pair nodded acceptance.
'Excellent!', Greta continued the conversation, 'in that case I ask you the
question,' she looked at Karen, 'Karen, do you accept that you will become our
slave to use as we wish?'
Karen thought but briefly and nodded, 'Yes Mistress, I accept. I want serve you
and Master in any way you desire.'
Greta nodded, 'Good, I accept you as a slave. And now you, Andy', she looked
across the room.
Without hesitation Andy replied 'Yes Mistress, I accept, please use me as your
slave.'
Greta nodded once more. 'There is one final formality to observe, for both of
you the safeword, the word you will only use at your very limits will be Mercy',
do you both understand?'
Again there were nods of acceptance.
Now that the business, as it were, was settled, both Karl and Greta relaxed a
little.
'Now you are here,' Karl spoke first, 'you may stop for the rest of this
weekend. I know you both have a week's vacation due so I suggest you both stop
with us for a few days.
Karen looked at Andy and smiled. 'We can begin your training and you can learn
the true pleasures of a submissive, of a slave. Is that acceptable?'
Karl knew that in any case they would stay.
He was in fact the owner of the company which employed them both, even though
they were unaware of the fact. Most of his employees thought that he was merely
some kind of figurehead for an absentee owner, someone who never visited the
facility. As the owner, of course, he had absolute power and could easily
arrange for them to be absent, or even, he thought, smiling, sent 'on a course',
a ploy he had used to obtain the two slaves that he was currently holding in the
corridor that Karen had approached earlier.
Karen and Andy, in unison, both answered, 'Yes Master!'
Greta stood up and moved towards he husband.
'That is settled, we will make arrangements for your sleeping quarters, remain
there, still and silent, until we return.'
As they left the room Karen and Andy pondered their fate.
End of part 5
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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