The Adventures of Karen - Part 15 - Preparation
After a restful sleep, Karen awoke, feeling refreshed and almost, not quite, but
almost, ready to face whatever the day ahead would bring. As there was no
natural lighting in the cell area she had no idea of the actual time, but she
was aware that at some time the general lighting had dimmed until the room was
almost completely black, but now, the light had gradually increased in intensity
to a gentle warm glow, exactly like the post dawn glow on a clear summers day.
At some time during her sleep the screen between her room and Lisa's room had
closed, as silently as it had been raised earlier. For the first time for many
hours Karen felt that she was alone, and having some time solely for herself.
The room was warm and the absence of any bed cover other than the smooth, cool,
cotton sheet upon which she lay did not make her feel cold or uncomfortable;
indeed, the temperature in the room was just perfect for her, not too hot, not
too cold. Wherever the air conditioning machinery was sited, it was silent in
operation. The whole 'guest' complex, cells and dungeon, (as indeed it seemed
to be), must have been very expensive to build and to maintain, but, Karl was in
all senses of the word, a very rich man.
Stretching and turning on to her back Karen felt very much at ease with the
world and with herself. The feeling of warmth and the solitude combined to give
her some sensual stimulation. Her mind was still active with recollections of
her sweet caresses with Lisa before they retired to their own beds. There was
no doubt that she and Lisa had fallen for each other, and she had already found
that Lisa was a sweet and gentle lover. Her magical caresses had served only to
excite Karen more and more and, for the first time since meeting her first girl
friend, before her ill fated marriage, she had felt a depth of excitement that
was almost beyond control, an arousal that served only to demand more and more
stimulation. As her thoughts re-lived the pleasures of Lisa, her hands began
to wander. Her left hand gently cupped her right breast and teased and stroked
it, focusing on the firm dark nipple as her fingers slowly pinched and gently
pulled it into an erect engorged cherry. As always, any kind of self
stimulation of her breasts and nipples had an inevitable effect on her lower
regions. Her other hand slowly found its way between her legs and her
forefinger slowly began to probe between the two smooth and swelling lips until,
slick with her juices, it rubbed gently on her clitoris.
Karen rapidly lost any sense of caution, any awareness that she may be observed
by camera or microphone, and began playing with her breast and clit more
vigorously. She adjusted her position on the bed and moved the pillow under her
head so that she could easily look down her smooth naked body. She looked at
her heavy breasts, no, dammit, she thought, her tits!, and gently eased her
right breast, her right tit, until the nipple was in easy reach of her tongue.
At last!
At long last!
Karen had always enjoyed playing with herself and sucking and licking her own
sensitive teat was almost guaranteed to give her an orgasm at any time. As her
tongue flicked the end of her nipple her other hand was beginning to flick
across her clit, to strum it and arouse it even more from its sheath. Karen was
rapidly approaching an orgasm, a sweet and fulfilling cum. Deliberately she
concentrated her efforts on her right tit and her clit. This time, as she
sometimes did, she was determined to leave her left breast alone, a form of
deprivation that was, in a perverse way, almost as arousing as if she had pulled
and squeezed it. Equally, she was determined to concentrate on her clit and
resist the almost unbearable urge to insert one, two, three, four or even all
five fingers in her wet, no, soaking, cunt. She was determined to achieve her
orgasm solely by playing with one nipple and her clit. After all there would be
other times when she could explore her other tit, and thrust her wet and
versatile fingers deep into herself.
'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmm!'
Karen couldn't help herself as the waves of pleasure overcame her. Despite the
first rush of pleasure she continued to finger herself and suck furiously on her
reddened and swollen nipple.
'Ohhhhh yesss yesssssss!'
Finally she stopped her fingering, overcome at last with her orgasm.
Meanwhile, in the room so recently visited by Andy, Greta was sat on her own,
her eyes glued to the main screen, the speakers turned to full volume, as she
watched the performance that Karen was unwittingly giving her Mistress.
Greta watched in silence, her face flushed and her hand pushed between her
thighs as she stroked herself in time with Karen. As Karen finally came with a
last shudder and gasp, so too did Greta. And, like her unwitting slave, Greta
too gave voice to her pleasure, even louder than Karen. But in her case, as the
room was totally soundproof, no one else had any idea of her solitary pleasure.
As Karen gently subsided into a slowly recovering, slightly quivering, form on
her open bed, Greta reached over and switched off the video recorder. As she
did so she thought to herself that this would be a useful display to introduce
Karen to some of her future owners.
Owners?
Perhaps, Greta thought, temporary owners would be a better phrase. At this
stage Karen, and indeed Andy, were quite unaware that Karl and Greta had plans
to use them both, especially Karen, to provide erotic performances for their
party guests. Apart from that, they were both needed to act as models,
demonstrators, for the range of bondage products that Karl supplied to various
members of the 'community'. The couple were well known amongst fellow
enthusiasts for the quality and ingenuity of their 'equipment' and there was
always a demand for new and better devices.
Karl always felt that 'live' demonstrations were a superior way of selling the
various items and, in any case, some of his customers wanted to devise their own
little pieces of apparatus. What could be better than to have an available and
versatile female slave so that their wishes could be explored in a real life
situation.
Greta recovered quickly from her orgasm, after all, she had work to do!
She stood up and walked down the corridor to the slave quarters. First she
looked in at each of the male slaves. Both were still asleep, naked and
uncovered. Ken was curled on his side and in a deep sleep; he had adapted well
to the life he now led and sleep came easily to him. Andy was on his back, and,
although he was clearly asleep, he was sporting a strong erection.
'Ah me', Greta mused, 'men are all the same. Even when they are asleep all they
ever think about is their cock.'
She was well aware that her husband almost inevitably woke every morning with an
erection, but she was never sure whether his protestations that it was the
pressure of his full bladder on his prostate that caused it or whether he was
harboring some unspoken erotic thoughts. In any event, as she almost always had
the benefit of the rigid member before he made his way to the bathroom, the real
reason was of no importance. She was getting pleasure and that was all that
mattered.
With those thoughts in her mind she moved down the corridor and looked in on
Lisa. Lisa was stirring but despite some evident arousal, as demonstrated by
her hardened nipples, her hands were nowhere near her erogenous areas. Clearly
she had learned her lessons well in the past.
Moving on to Karen's cell, Greta looked through the observation window, actually
a one way mirror, and saw that since she had left the control area, Karen had
sat up on the edge of her bed but was gently stroking and cupping her heavy
tits. Even as she watched, Karen lifted first, the right, and then the left
tit, until she could flick her swollen nipples with her tongue.
Greta watched this little performance for while and then she moved to her room
at the center of the corridor. It was only a small room but it housed most of
the remote controls needed in the slave quarters and also a simple monitor and
microphone set-up. Selecting the switch to activate the speakers in Karen's
room, she spoke quietly but firmly.
'Good morning, slave Karen!'
On the screen she could see Karen look up in confusion at the voice intruding on
her pleasures. She let her tits fall from her hands and looked around.
'I do hope you are ready for a busy day ahead. It is time for you to shower and
prepare yourself. After your meal is delivered you will make sure you are clean
and then you will dress in.....let me see.....yes, shoes. Yes, shoe number 15
from your shelf, and dress, yes I like this, you will wear dress 23. That is all
for the moment. I shall expect you to be ready within one hour!'.
Karen was confused at first but slowly things became clearer to her.
Food! Yes, so that was what the hatch in the side wall was for. She went over
to it and tried to lift the door. This time it opened easily, so it must have
been locked in some way when she last tried it. Inside was a tray with a
complete breakfast, beautifully served. 'Just like room service, I like it!'
Karen thought, as she helped herself.
Once she had placed the tray on her small table she considered her other
instructions. The shower area she knew about, but the shoes, the clothes? She
walked over to the closet and looked at the top shelf where all of the shoes
were stored, slender heels facing outwards. Now she realised that the shoes
were sorted roughly by heel size, from four inches to what must be a full seven
inches, the color varying occasionally from black to red.
'Ah, yes!'
On the left hand side the smallest heels, (small in the sense that four inches
was smaller than seven inches), were numbered from '1' to, on the far right,
where the highest, spikiest heels were, number '30'.
She looked down at the clothes shelves, and drawers. There was no clear system,
or at least not immediately clear, but she could see that the outfits, mainly
concoctions in leather straps and thongs, were numbered from '1' to '25'.
She paused and decided to eat her meal in case it was taken from her, and then
she could shower before she got dressed, if dressed was in fact the appropriate
description for the minimal attire that she could see.
Her meal complete, Karen padded over to the shower area and luxuriated in the
hot warm needles, as she slowly soaped her smooth body; she paid especial
attention, as she always did, to her smooth shaven pubes, before she devoted
more time to working up a generous lather over and around her ample breasts.
Karen had always enjoyed this part of her washing routine and she saw no reason
for changing that even in her new circumstances. She spent several minutes
lathering, stroking and rubbing her breasts, squeezing them together, lifting
them and letting them fall to their natural slightly pendulous state before she
reluctantly stood again under the warm jets and cleaned herself completely.
She stepped out and, again wondering at the quality of the accommodation, picked
up a large towel and dried herself.
Freshly cleaned and lightly perfumed, Karen moved back towards the closet and
selected the chosen clothing.
Shoes number fifteen?
Karen reached up and saw that this pair was in black, always a favorite color,
and had just a single thin thong across the toes and another, single strap from
above the spike heel which fastened around the ankle. Wearing these would be
almost the same as being quite bare footed, apart from the five inch heel. Karen
held the shoes and stroked them approvingly. She always found that playing
with, fondling almost, any spike heel was always arousing always pleasurable.
She then checked the lower shelves until she found 'dress' twenty-three.
Now this was confusing, she thought, how on earth do I wear this? Still
wondering she walked back to the bed and sat down, shoes in one hand and the
leather contraption in the other.
As she spread the straps across the bed it became clear to her what she had to
do. She slowly stood up and began to arrange the narrow straps around her naked
flesh. Slowly, as each piece was arranged, Karen could see the intention. A
narrow strap went around her waist and from it two straps went down, between her
legs and up between the firmly rounded globes of her shapely butt to fasten on
to the waist strap. She buckled these into place and it seemed that the correct
arrangement was to hold her labia apart, completely exposing her clitoris and
her soft, moist, inner lips and flesh, whilst at the back, the effect was to
part her rounded cheeks giving them a greater fullness.
Above the waist another strap fastened under her breasts, their natural fullness
allowing them to drop, to droop, to sag, over the strap. From this strap two
vertical straps, fitted with metal rings, were designed to pull up and across
her nipples, leaving the nipples exposed, framed only by the metal ring, some
two inches in diameter, before continuing over her shoulder and fastening at the
back. Once all of the straps were fastened it was clear what the designer
intended.
Her moist labia were pulled apart and could not fall back to cover her clitoris
and her ass was held exposed and rounded, Her tits were lifted and held firmly
with her full nipples neatly framed, and fully exposed, by the metal rings.
Now for her shoes, which by their very simplicity were easy to fit.
She slipped her smooth bare feet into each one and tightened the strap around
her ankles. Admiring the contrast between her red-painted nails and the soft,
black, leather thong, she stood up and walked slowly across the room. Being
used to heels the height was not a problem and, despite being on her own, she
felt quite aroused by both the shoes and the leather garment she was wearing. It
was quite clear that, whatever else she would do that day, she would not be
dressed for 'normal' activities.
Greta had been watching her progress on the monitor and reluctantly turned away
and walked towards Karen's cell. As she unfastened the door, Karen turned and
faced her.
'Good morning Ma'am'. Karen had thought carefully on how she should address her
Mistress and this, it seemed had been a good start.
'Good morning again, slave Karen. Walk in front of me and we will go to the
dungeon again. You have more training to undergo today.'
Greta stood behind the naked Karen and watched as the thong clad body swayed
before her on those delightful heels.
'Oh, yes indeed, she will be wanted by everybody!' Greta murmured almost
inaudibly.
As the couple progressed along the corridor, Karl was already waiting in his
seat in the dungeon. He had brought in a new device that he wanted to test, to
experiment with, before he demonstrated it to his fellow enthusiasts at their
next gathering.
He sat there thinking of how he would enjoy his work as the door opened. Behind
him he heard the clicking, the erotic clicking in fact, of a pair of spike
heeled shoes. He knew that his wife had decided to offer Karen for the test to
check how she would endure the new device and he was looking forward to finding
out just how much she could take. Wondering, indeed, just how much pleasure he
could devise from his apparatus and how long he could keep Karen on the edge of
orgasm.
Both he and his wife took an especial pleasure in prolonging the orgasms of
their slaves. Seeing them desperate, begging, for release was in itself a
pleasure to them both and by the time they finally allowed the grateful slave
their relief the resulting orgasm was, without exception, always explosive in
its intensity.
'Stand over there my dear', Greta pointed across the room as Karen dutifully
teetered her way. 'Stand by the metal frame, if that is what you can call it.'
Karen moved next to a shiny and complicated looking contraption. She had no
doubt that it's main function was to hold some poor soul, no doubt herself, in
bondage. However, the purpose of the assorted bars, some bare metal and others
padded, combined with various loops and attachments, and a few straps and chains
already in place was less clear.
'Now, my dear', Karl addressed the barely clad Karen, 'you are going to try out
this new equipment for me. I hope you enjoy the experience, but, no matter,
whether you do or not, I know that we both will'. He smiled at his wife.
'Now, listen carefully, this is what I want you to do.'
End of Part 15
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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