Kari in Training

Kari In Training

By: Long Johnson (nom de plume)

 

 

Note: This is a work of fiction, derived entirely from my own imagination.  Any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is simply coincidence on my part , and good luck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

     Kari took a deep breath, and signed the contract. Karl smiled as she wrote her name on the paperwork.  He had been looking for a truly submissive girl, but he had almost overlooked Kari.  She worked in his office and was always there on time and never did anything to make anyone notice her.  She was just quietly competent.  Karl was more attracted to girls with large breasts and Kari’s figure was not spectacular, but very trim.  She spent hours exercising and jogging daily.  Her short cropped white blonde hair and pale blue eyes were attractive.

 

     One day, six months ago she was at work early and she ended up in the coffee room at the same time as Karl.  Kari was dressed in bright blue, skintight bicycle shorts and a yellow halter-top.  Kari had ridden her bicycle the 8 miles to work, and was on her way to use the shower in the ladies dressing room.  She had a beautiful figure!  Her flat belly and rounded ass amazed Karl; but her breasts were nearly non-existent.  Kari had very long nipples, over an inch of sensitive tissue that pushed the fabric of the pink top way out.  Their light, pale pink color didn’t show through the tight top.    She was 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed only 107 pounds.  Her thighs were very slender and delicious.  Karl had to work very hard to keep from staring at her, but she was very self-conscious and didn’t notice his discomfort. 

 

     Karl filled his coffee cup and left the break room quickly.  When he regained his composure, he called Kari to his office.  She had changed into her ‘work clothes’ a brown suit with a long skirt and jacket with ¾ length sleeves.  Karl was disappointed, the suit effectively hid Kari’s figure and she looked positively dowdy. 

     Karl asked Kari to join him for dinner, next Friday evening and she readily accepted.  Kari was thrilled; she had admired Karl every morning for the last year.   To her he was so magnetic and sophisticated; she went back to her desk and was unable to accomplish anything the rest of the day.  Kari called him the next day to ask where they would be going, to make sure she was dressed appropriately, when he told her Clark’s Pinecone Inn was his favorite place to dine, Kari was a bit worried.

 

     “What’s the matter?  I’m sure they have something you’d like.”

 

     “I wanted to make sure I could dress well enough for wherever you were planning,” she said cautiously. 

 

     He sent her to Richard & Marion’s an upscale clothing store not far from the office.  He called the store and spoke to Marion, telling her to help Kari select an exotic outfit and put it on his account with Richard.

 

     When Kari arrived Marion cautiously mentioned that she didn’t really need a dress that required a brassiere.  Kari got a wry smile and agreed, Marion took her under her arm and they selected a slinky black dress.  It had silver highlights and silver spaghetti straps and a short skirt.  The left hem of the skirt was just over her hip, the right side went almost to mid-thigh.  The back was cut very low, below Kari’s mid-back with the sides open.  Marion also got her a black silk thong and black thigh high stockings, that stayed up without any other support.  When she stood straight the hem of the skirt just barely passed the lacy top of the left stocking.

 

     “Do you have shoes to go with this, dear?” Marion asked. 

 

     “I’m not sure what to select to go with this outfit,” Kari admitted.  So Marion got her a pair of black patent spike heeled sandals with silver buckles.  The sandals had several tiny buckles including buckled ankle straps.  They had very high heels, 7½ inches high, but Kari had long narrow feet and she could easily wear such high heels.  Kari had grown up a jock and she wasn’t a really very proficient high-heeled shoe wearer so she had to learn.  She practiced in them for an hour on two evenings, to avoid looking too unsteady. 

 

    Their dinner was like a dream to Kari, She was very nervous when Karl stopped to pick her up.  He was driving his BMW sedan and she met him at her door.  She wore the dress Marion had selected, and added a beautiful, hand tatted silk lace shawl her grandmother made.  She took the shawl to Marion to obtain her approval before she added it to her attire for the night.  Marion assured her that it was beautiful and should be added. 

 

     They arrived at the inn and Karl left the car with a parking valet.  They were early for the reservation, and the Maitre’d escorted them to the bar.  Karl ordered a martini and Kari a small glass of white wine, which she didn’t drink.  Karl chatted easily and Kari followed his lead, so she had a great time.  Their table was ready and they moved easily into the dining room.  Kari ordered from the vegetarian menu and Karl had broiled Mahi-Mahi.  

 

     Kari’s evening was magical, by the time she got home her panties were wet through.  She had never worn a thong before, and the miniscule coverage between her legs did nothing to help absorb her excess secretions.  When Karl escorted her to the door she nearly could feel the wetness of her pussy in each step.

 

 

     Karl carefully romanced Kari and after 3 months she admitted to her self and to Karl that she wanted to submit to Karl.  They played Master and slavegirl games almost every weekend.  Kari was in her element, she was glad for the chance to be submissive, in safe circumstances.  Under what she thought was safe circumstances. 

     Kari was naked and wore a black leather collar and cuffs, she had to call Karl “Master” and slept with a chain from her collar or an ankle cuff to a ring set into the floor, of his cabin or the headboard of Karl’s bed at home. 

 

 

     They were sitting at their table at the Pinecone Inn, when Karl asked her if she would like to be his slavegirl all the time.

 

 

     “All the time?” she asked.  “Do you really mean it, all day everyday?”

 

     “Yes, I really mean it,” he smiled.  “In fact I even have a contract for us both.”

 

     “What sort of contract?” she asked warily.  “Do you mean like a slavegirl contract?

 

     “MMmm,,yeah.  It would say what I would have to do as the Master and what you’d do as the slavegirl.  That way there would be no question, and both of our responsibilities would be spelled out,” Karl said smoothly.  He slid several pages stapled together to Kari.  “Just look these over and see if you like the idea and if you see any changes write them right on the page, and we can work them out.”

 

     Kari was overjoyed, but she did her best to avoid showing it to Karl, just yet.  She took her copy with her to read over later.  When they finished dining, Karl took her home and dropped her at her door. 

 

     There was an envelope taped to the door with her name on the outside.  It was from the apartment office advising her that her lease was to expire at the end of this month and they were not offering the opportunity to re-new.  She had been late with her monthly rent too many times.  The management expected her to vacate the apartment by the end of the month.  She had 21 days to find another location. 

 

     Kari was scared and her stomach ached; she didn’t know what to do next.  The notice was more than she could bear tonight, and she began to sob quietly. 

 

     “We’ve got the answer to that,” Karl whispered as he held her and kissed her on her temple.  “Be sure to read that contract tonight. Ok?”  She nodded and sniffed a little.  She gave him a good night kiss and went inside.

 

     They went over the contract and Kari agreed to sign it as it was.  Karl agreed to take care of her totally and she would live with him in his beautiful house.  It was 3 stories and had great grounds.  There were several miles of harness trails she could run on every day if she wished.  She would have to wear a collar all the time. He would hire a beautician to permanently remove all of her body hair.  Karl didn’t want to just shave her; shaving also removed all of the tiniest little hairs that were really necessary for good skin.

    

 

     After she signed the contract that they agreed upon, she moved in with him and he promoted her at work to Personal Assistant, but she didn’t have to go to the office.  Her payroll was deposited directly into her checking account.  Karl took care of all of her bills and responsibilities. She even went to a shop and had her tongue pierced, she thought it was a very risqué move.  It took the beautician 2 days of intensive electrolysis to remove her underarm, leg, and pussy hair.

 

     Their life was quite tame really.  Neither one of them knew how to live in their roles.  Karl had some ideas and Kari was willing to try, but mostly they just played at Master and the slavegirl.  They both enjoyed it, but it was not quite what either had in mind when they started. She was ecstatic, but a little bored at the same time.

 

      She loved the attention Karl lavished on her, but felt that he could do more ‘to’ her rather that ‘with’ her.  After 2 weeks Karl came home from work one evening and told her about a slavegirl school where she was enrolled. 

 

Mistress Elena’s Academy

 

     They went to Mistress Elena’s Academy on a Monday morning.  When they were done with the introductions Karl had to leave, Mistress Elena was not shy about telling him either.  Karl stood and held Kari close, he whispered in her ear that he was proud of her and he knew she could do well here at the academy.  Then he left without looking back.

 

     When Mistress Elena smiled at Kari she felt chilled to the bone.  Mistress Elena used her foot to push a wastebasket next to Kari.

 

     “Put your clothes in here, keep the shoes.”  She said referring to Kari’s black high-heeled shoes.  “You won’t be needing any of the rest again.”

 

     “Ever?”

 

     “That’s right, ever.  There’s one more thing; that was the last time you’ll ever question anything I say.  Everything I say to a little slavegirl like you is an order, even if I don’t tell you it’s an order.”

 

     “Yes, Mistress,” Kari had already started removing her top as Mistress Elena spoke.  She dropped the blue and white striped shirt into the wastebasket.  Kari unsnapped her red shorts and let them fall to the floor and stepped out, she bent and picked the shorts into the can.  Her pink panties went into the basket last.  She stood with her hands clasped in front of her pussy, mostly because she didn’t know where else to put them.

 

     “Put your hands down, Kari.  Never put them over your pussy.  Your pussy is not there for you, it belongs to your owner just like all of you.  Do you understand?” she barked at Kari.

 

     “Yes, Mistress,” Kari quickly dropped her hands.  Her nipples stood out from her chest, and felt so hard Kari was sure they would explode. She stood in front of Mistress Elena’s huge walnut desk, she felt like a little schoolgirl taken to the office.  It was exactly Mistress Elena’s goal.  Mistress Elena wore her brunette hair in a severe bun.  She wore an ankle length organdy dress, with lace adornments.  Today the color was ivory and pale blue.  She wore high-heeled black leather boots with buttons up the outside.  Her gothic decorations and attire were carefully contrived to make each student slavegirl feel the despair of knowing that her past life was over, and her total capitulation was inevitable.

 

       “Come over here with me,” Mistress Elena instructed.  She walked across the room to a large leather covered chair with a small end table and lamp on either side.  She pointed to a spot on her left on the floor in front of the lamp and said simply to “Kneel”.  When Kari knelt Mistress Elena put her hand on Kari’s head and gently stroked her hair.  Kari loved the feeling, she felt safe. 

 

     “When you kneel be sure to get as close to my chair as possible so I don’t have to reach to you, but do not ever bump my chair.  If I were drinking coffee you wouldn’t ever want to cause me to spill it, would you?”

 

     “Oh no, Mistress,” she responded quickly.  Mistress Elena smiled; she liked Kari’s responses.  Kari would be a joy to train and when she was finished Kari would revel in her subjugation.  It was rare to find a truly natural slavegirl, a girl who would gain from her state and find release.  She would be magnificently enslaved and proud of her submission.  She was also interested in Kari’s amazing nipples.  She let her left hand slide down Kari’s shoulder and over her chest to her right nipple.  Mistress Elena took the delicate flesh between her fingers and thumb, she rolled Kari’s nipple gently at first and slowly increased the pressure.  Kari began to moan and gasp, she could not sit still any longer.

 

     “Oh, does that hurt a lot?” Mistress Elena asked unsympathetically.

 

     “Oooh, yes so much,” she gasped.

 

     “SIT STILL, you little bitch,” Mistress Elena snarled at her.

 

     “It hurts so much.”

 

     “What’s your point Kari?” Mistress Elena asked casually.  “Neither your pleasure nor comfort are of any concern to me.”

 

     Mistress Elena pressed a button under the edge of the end table while she was speaking to Kari.  In a few minutes a tall, slender woman with black hair, wearing a dress similar to Mistress Elena’s came into the room.  As she approached Kari could see she wore a heavy, black leather collar and wrist cuffs.  She appeared about 30, and she was very pretty.  Her dress was mostly lace and had blue plaid organdy panels for the front and back of the ankle length skirt.  The top, bodice and sides of the skirt were just one layer of lace; her breasts and dark brown nipples and the entire sides of both legs and hips were completely exposed. 

 

     “Lynne this is Kari, she has just been dropped off by her owner for training.  She actually starts on Thursday, the first of May.  Between now and then she will have her tattoos done.   I want you to take her to Mr. Ford for her permanent collar, and tattoos, then show her to her room.”  She handed a small package to Lynne.

 

     “Yes, Mistress,” was Lynne’s only response.

 

     “Kari, you will call Lynne, Madam Lynne. She is also a slavegirl, but she will be in charge of your daily routine.  Do not make the mistake of calling her Mistress I would be greatly offended.  Do you understand?”  She closed her hand on a small handful of Kari’s hair and pulled gently.

 

     “No, Mist,,,or Yes Mistress?” she fumbled.  She shifted slightly under Mistress Elena’s hand.

 

     “SIT STILL,” Mistress Elena said sharply, “I’ve told you that already.”  Kari settled immediately.  “Are you agreeing with me that you won’t call any of my slaves Mistress?”

 

     Kari chuckled, “Yes mistress, I was trying to agree.”

 

     “Very Good.  Lynne please see about that.” Referring to Kari’s use of I.  “We won’t be having any punishments for minor infractions until after Thursday.  Except for one thing, if she calls anybody but me, Mistress.”

 

     “Yes Mistress Elena,” Lynne said.  She looked at Kari, “Come along Kari, we have a few things to take care of.”  Kari started to rise when Mistress Elena lifted her hand. She rose gracefully from kneeling to standing.  Kari’s excellent physical conditioning made rising easy for her, to rise from kneeling to standing was simply a matter of pushing with her leg muscles.       

 

     “Beautiful,” Mistress Elena said to Lynne.  Lynne nodded.

Kari looked around to see what Mistress Elena speaking about.

“Your movements, are very graceful, we want to be sure to keep that quality for your owner.”

 

     “Thank You, Mistress Elena,” Kari blushed.  Just then Mistress Elena’s phone rang she seemed surprised, and then she crossed the room and answered it.  Karl was on the other end.  Mistress Elena motioned for Kari to come.  She offered the phone to Kari.

 

     Karl explained that a problem he was having with one of his companies in Europe would take him there for a while.  He would have to be there for the next 6 months, and personally oversee the operation.  He told Kari he would have her boarded at Mistress Elena’s Academy while he was gone.  That was when she found out that he was actually the company owner and was not just the office supervisor.  Kari was sobbing softly when she handed the phone back to Mistress Elena.  Mistress Elena spoke for a couple of minutes and then took the phone down, and sent Lynne to take Kari to the tattoo shop.  She went back to talking to Karl as they left.

 

     As soon as they stepped out of the door, Lynne turned to Kari and told her to stop crying.  Kari gave a little sniffle and then stopped sobbing; she gave Lynne and shy smile.

 

     “I’m sorry, when we came here, I was supposed to stay for just 6 weeks, now I’ll be here for 6 months.  Boarded like a puppy that he owns.”

 

     “You are a puppy that he owns, or anything else that he owns.  You belong to your Master; you are for his use when it’s convenient for him, too bad if it’s untimely for you.”  Kari looked at her and nodded.  “Now come on and we’ll get to the next step,” Lynne said softly.

 

     They went outside and crossed the wide lawn to the tattoo and piercing shop.  A little bell tinkled as Lynne opened the door, Mr. Ford looked up as they came in.  Kari jerked and gasped when she saw Mr. Ford, or rather when Mr. Ford saw her.  Lynne took Kari’s wrist and made her come on into the shop.  Kari tried to stay behind Lynne so she was not out in the open in front of Mr. Ford. Lynne finally dragged her out and made her stand in front of Mr. Ford. 

 

     “Never been out naked before?” Kari shook her head.  “Well you will get used to it,” Lynne said casually.  Kari laced her fingers together and held them in front of her pussy.  “Put your hands down Kari,” Lynne ordered.  Kari quickly dropped her hands to her sides.

 

     “Don’t ever cover your pussy, that’s the other thing that Mistress hates with a passion.  After Thursday you will be punished for trying to cover up your pussy, your hands won’t do a very good job of it anyway.  You’ll get punished for trying and not even really coverin’ it up.”

 

     “Yes ma’am,” she said to Lynne.

 

     Lynne handed the package to Mr. Ford and stepped back.  Mr. Ford opened it and took out a shining, polished stainless steel collar.  It had four ½ inch rings standing from the outside, one in the front, the back and on each side; the inside was lined with urethane.  It kept the steel away from Kari’s skin, and was much more durable than leather.  He held it out for Kari to look at; when she reached out he pulled it back.  He shook his head, and looked toward Lynne.

 

     “Never try to handle any of your equipment.  It belongs to your owner, just like you,” Lynne said to her.  She gently pushed Kari forward toward Mr. Ford, as he held the collar open at Kari’s neck.  She stepped into it and he closed it around her neck until the catch clicked.  It was a snug fit but not real tight.  There was a tiny opening in the back where Mr. Ford inserted an Allen wrench.  He turned it several times until it was fully tightened.  Mr. Ford withdrew the little Allen wrench and pointed at the table and Lynne had Kari lie, face down, on the table in the center of the room.  He mixed some epoxy resin and hardener and carefully filled the interior lock works through the opening in the collar.  Lynne told Kari to remain on the table without moving.  After about five minutes she had Kari get up.

 

     “That collar is now permanent, it’s bolted in place and the little hole was sealed with epoxy glue.  Next we will get your new tongue ring and then tattoos.  Mistress Elena said that would be all for today.”

 

     Mr. Ford had a small piece of gold jewelry in his hand; he held it out for Kari to look at.  She didn’t try to touch it this time.  He unscrewed the base, it was round and ¼ inch in diameter and had, tiny a threaded post standing in the center.  The post was made to thread into the lower hollow extension from the upper portion.  The upper part was also about ¼ inch in diameter.  It had a cross hole with a tiny gold ring in it. 

 

     “This is your new tongue stud, Kari,” Lynne said as Mr. Ford showed it to her.  “Put your tongue out please.”  When Kari did, Lynne carefully removed the barbell from her tongue.  Mr. Ford put the upper portion of the new tongue stud in place and then threaded the bottom into it.  When he had it tightened by hand, he used another Allen wrench and a tiny pair of pliers to tighten it.  Lynne had her lie on the table on her back this time and put her tongue out for him to fill the tiny Allen wrench hole in the base with epoxy and wait five more minutes for it to harden.  When she was allowed to stand Lynne took her to a mirror and gave her a chance to see the results.  When she opened her mouth the she saw the new tongue stud.  It was a tiny gold ring that lay on top of her tongue, through a gold upright stand.  Kari’s eyes became wet with tears and she held back a tiny sob. 

 

     “Don’t you care for it?” Lynne asked.  Kari just shook her head.  “Too bad.  It’s permanent, too.” 

 

     “We have only to do your tattoos and then we’re out of here.  Come on let’s get it done,” Lynne said to her.  She led Kari over to a high chair that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a dental office.  When Kari sat in the chair Lynne strapped her wrists to the chair arms, to keep her from moving too much, Lynne told her.  Mr. Ford started with her master’s mark; he adjusted the chair to a semi-reclining position, and tattooed Karl’s initials LKR onto Kari’s bare mons, just above her pussy.  Her own name Kari was tattooed on the upper curve of her tiny left breast; then Lynne told her there was only one more to go. 

 

     Mr. Ford had the stencil for the last tattoo; it was her I.S.R. number 16001, to be tattooed on the areola of her right nipple.

 

     “This may sting a little,” Lynne said to her.  It’s your ISR number.  That is the International Slavegirl Registry, that way you are less likely to be stolen.  Do you know what it means?”

 

     “No ma’am,” Kari’s answer was short. 

 

     “Well the 1 is our area here, west of the Rocky Mountains, The 60 is your master’s number and then the 01 is you.”

 

     When he was done Lynne unstrapped her wrists and snapped a leash to her new collar, then she led her out of the tattoo shop.  They went to the slave quarters, a separate building near the main house.  Lynne conducted Kari to her ‘room’, one of eight the others were all empty.  It had three walls of bars and the rear wall was solid.  It was the outer wall of the building.  It had a door in it to her private ‘verandah’.  It was a barred outdoor area about that was 20 feet out from her room, with a table and one chair.  It did not have a door or gate out, the exit was only through the inside.  There were bars all around and over the top.

 

     Lynne showed her through all of the accommodations in her room.  There was a toilet commode, with a hasp on the front so it could be locked, which it was.  If Kari wasn’t given permission to use it, it would be kept locked closed.  Her bed had no covers or blankets; she would have to lie there completely uncovered.  The temperature was carefully controlled, it wouldn’t do to have her become ill, but her complete comfort was not necessarily of primary concern.  She had no furniture; there was a pad for her to kneel on.  Lynne told her not to ever sit on the bed, but to kneel on her pad.

 

     “If you get caught sitting on the bed, I’ll take your kneeling pad.  You’ll have to kneel on the floor for a week.  Get caught during that time and I’ll take the bed, you’ll sleep on the floor.”

 

     Kari nodded gravely, “Yes Miss Lynne.”

 

     The space at each end of the Slave Quarters was open, and tiled to the ceiling.  The washing and preparation of each slavegirl was done there every morning.  Lynne took her to the prep area and looped the end of the leash over a hook on the wall.  She turned on the water and had Kari stand under the spray.  She adjusted the temperature for Kari and washed her hair.  She crème rinsed Kari’s hair then washed Kari’s shoulders and back.

 

     “Turn around Kari,” Lynne said bluntly.  Kari turned and Lynne washed her breasts and nipples.  Kari moaned softly as Lynne pulled her long thick nipples. 

 

     “Quite sensitive?” Lynne asked.

 

     “Yes Mistress,,,I mean, Ma’am,” Kari stumbled.  “I’m sorry, I meant ma’am, Miss Lynne.”

 

     “We’ll talk about it when we’re done here,” Lynne said brightly.  Kari nodded.  Lynne worked her way down Kari’s belly and stopped over her new tattoo.  She skipped down to Kari’s feet and worked from her feet up her legs to the tops of Kari’s thighs.  Lynne got more soap from the large bottle of green mint soap.  She started in the back and washed Kari’s butt and worked down the cleft of Kari’s butt.

 

     “Relax your ass for me Kari,” Lynne spoke very gently to Kari.

 

     “Ok,” Kari’s muscles relaxed as Lynne worked down to her anus.  Her soapy fingers stroked Kari’s anus and then she inserted her index finger into Kari, to her first knuckle.

 

     “Oooh,” Kari gasped.  “My god.”

 

     “Be quiet, you haven’t been given permission to speak,” Lynne said as she inserted her finger deeper into Kari’s anus.  Kari shivered as Lynne added her middle finger and pushed both in as far as she could reach.  Suddenly she pulled both fingers out, and continued washing.  She stopped and pulled both hands back for Kari to turn around.  After she did Lynne washed her mons and carefully washed the new tattoo.  Then she patted the insides of Kari’s thighs, so Kari would open her legs a bit more to give her better access.  After Kari moved her legs Lynne washed her pussy and worked her right hand between Kari’s inner labia and  then pressed her two middle fingers into Kari’s vagina.  Kari began to writhe and push against Lynne’s hand.  Lynne stopped and removed her hand, she directed Kari to move and bend to get all the soap rinsed from her pussy and anus.  Kari groaned out loud, she was left aroused and wanting satisfaction.

 

     Lynne shut off the water and began to dry Kari with a huge towel, her big blow dryer made short work of Kari’s short blonde hair.  She took the end of the leash from the hook and led Kari back to her ‘room’.  Inside she directed Kari to kneel on her pad on the floor.  Kari knelt in the position Karl had showed her.  She had her knees shoulder width apart and her back arched.  She laid her hands palm up, on the floor beside her thighs. 

 

     Lynne went to the locked cupboard and unlocked it after selecting a key from her ring took out several items.  She laid them out on the counter, and called Kari over to her.

 

     “Do you remember that Mistress Elena said not to punish you unless you called someone else other than her ‘Mistress’?” she asked.  “Well you called me mistress in the shower.”

 

     “I was so excited, I didn’t realize what I was saying,” Kari whimpered.  She sounded like a little girl caught coloring on the wall.

 

     “There is no excuse for this.  Your responsibility as a slavegirl is to do exactly as you are ordered.  That you happen to be aroused because your master or mistress wants to touch the inside of this pussy, is of no consideration,” she glared at Kari, and took a deep breath.  She had a pair of wrist cuffs that matched Kari’s collar, each cuff had 3 rings evenly spaced around it.  When she held the first one up Kari put her left wrist through it so Lynne could lock it closed.  Lynne lifted the other cuff and Kari put her right hand through it.  After it was locked, Lynne pulled Kari’s hands behind her back and locked a small padlock through one of the rings from each, securing Kari’s arms behind her back.  She held up a small block with 2 wide wing-nuts from the sides.  Kari shrugged, she didn’t know what they were.

 

     “These are nipple clamps,” she slid one over Kari’s left nipple.  “You will soon learn to hate them very much,” she said as she slipped another one over Kari’s right nipple.  Lynne turned the screws of the left clamp tighter until Kari felt the clamp tightening, she moved to the right clamp and tightened it a little.  Lynne went back to the left clamp and gave it a ½ half turn, then to the right clamp and tightened it a little more.  Kari gasped softly.

 

     “Hurt a little bit?” Lynne asked, she seemed unconcerned.  Kari nodded.  Lynne made each clamp a little tighter.  She led Kari over to her kneeling pad and pointed to it, Kari got the idea and knelt there as directed.

 

     “Well, I’m going to take my lunch break, I’ll be back after I finish eating,” Lynne made a point of looking at her wrist like she had a watch.  “Do not, and I repeat not, move from this pad.”  Kari nodded.  “After that we will discuss why you must not use the word ‘I’.”

 

    “Yes, Miss Lynne.”

 

     Kari knelt there as ordered for the full hour that Miss Lynne was gone, when she returned Kari had started to ache.  The clamps began to hurt seriously after about 15 minutes.  When Lynne came in Kari was relieved, she was sure Lynne would take the clamps off.  Lynne didn’t say anything to Kari, she just calmly touched each clamp, her touch obviously caused quite a bit of discomfort.  Kari started to sob when Lynne tightened each clamp a little more.

 

          “Nnnnoo, ooohh pleeese, no more,” Kari cried.  Lynne didn’t answer she had already left Kari’s cell and was walking away.  She left Kari kneeling on her pad, and walked out the door of the slave quarters. 

 

     After Lynne left her for the second time Kari felt that there was a direct connection from her nipples to her pussy, the pain radiated from her tortured nipples to the sensitive tissue between her thighs in waves.  Her nipples felt hot and then her pussy felt hot.  The feelings subsided for a few minutes and then returned, she felt she could come from the intensity of them, but the intensity didn’t last quite long enough to make it over the final hurdle.

 

     Lynne came back after another hour, and Kari hoped she would be relieved this time.  Lynne stopped at the counter and picked up two more clamps, she came up to Kari and bent down in front of her.  “You certainly have long nipples, there’s room for another clamp on each one,” Lynne observed, she seemed almost surprised.  She slid another clamp over each of Kari’s long nipples, and tightened them.  Kari didn’t know whether to let Lynne know that she was getting hot from the clamps, but Lynne didn’t give her a chance to say anything.  She installed the additional clamps and kept Kari kneeling on her pad.  Lynne tightened each of the clamps already there and then the new ones to match.  She turned and left Kari kneeling. 

 

     This time the INTENSITY was there for Kari.  Her nipples ached and the waves began to wash through her very core, and when the feelings got to her pussy she started to orgasm, but the waves subsided and left her without the release she desperately sought, she knelt for just a few minutes and the wave started again.  Kari concentrated and when the feelings reached her pussy she could feel it as it moved slowly through her very being, this time she had an orgasm, it started softly and built to a crescendo.  She moaned and gasped out loud.  The gentle orgasm left her feeling mildly satisfied.

 

     The ache was much stronger and her nipples began to feel so hot again, this time she began to sweat all over, soon her body shined with perspiration, and the intense waves started again, she knelt in delicious agony as the wave washed all the way through to her pussy.  Her labia throbbed in time with her nipples, with the throb she began to orgasm again, and this orgasm was so intense that she almost cried.

 

     Lynne was in the tattoo shop talking to Mr. Ford, when she happened to look over to his monitor and saw Kari’s orgasm.

 

     “I can’t believe she is cumming.  Look at this!” she said to Mr. Ford.  She watched as Kari’s orgasm shook her completely.  She watched until she could see that it was building for a third time.  She waited until Kari was starting get close again; Lynne hurried to the slave quarters and rushed inside.  She interrupted Kari, before she could cum again.  She waited to be sure to let Kari get to a point where she couldn’t stop on her own.

 

     “Well you’ve had enough for now I should think,” Lynne said suddenly.  Kari jumped at the suddenness of Lynne’s arrival.  She was about to cum again, but Lynne interfered with that. 

 

     After she removed the clamps the blood rushing back to her tortured nipples caused another exquisite agony.  Kari fell forward, but with her hands secured behind her back she could not do anything to break her fall.  She thudded onto the floor and gave a little grunt.  Lynne lifted her back onto her knees by pulling up on her arms.  Kari’s shoulders ached as she was returned to the kneeling position.

 

     “Bring your pad and follow me,” Lynne unlocked the padlock between Kari’s cuffs, she took the lock and started for the door to the outer area.  Kari picked up the kneeling pad and went to the door behind Lynne.  Lynne sat in one of the chairs and pointed to the ground at her left side and simply said, “Kneel.”

 

     Kari placed her pad very close to Lynne’s chair so she could kneel without colliding into it.  She knelt on the pad facing the same direction as Lynne.  Lynne lazily stroked the top of Kari’s head with her left hand. 

 

     “What’s your last name, Kari?” Lynne asked casually.

 

     “Elgee, why?” 

 

     “You know, you don’t really have a last name anymore.”

 

     “What do you mean?”

 

     “From now on you are Kari number 16001, property of LKR. Your only purpose is to please and satisfy LKR, in any way he wants, whenever he wants,” Lynne said firmly.  “But don’t be afraid, we’re going to show you how to do that.”  Kari looked up at Lynne, “Thank you,” she mouthed soundlessly.

 

     “Who is LKR, what do the initials mean?”

 

     “That’s Lawrence Karl Rikard, Karl, my boyfriend,,,,,or my master now I guess.  We just started this, but we didn’t really know much about it, so when Karl found out about this school, we decided to give it a try.  He was supposed to talk to someone who would be filling him in on how to be my master, while I came here to learn how to be his slavegirl.”

 

     “Did you ever get so turned on like this afternoon before?”

 

     Kari shook her head, “No.”

 

     “You mean you didn’t know that a little mistreatment would get you all turned on?”  Kari shook her head again.  “Have you ever done that before?”

 

     “No Miss Lynne, never,” she answered seriously. Kari loved having  Lynne’s hand petting her head, and caressing her hair.  She felt very secure and sheltered.    

 

     Lynne thought this over, “Mistress Elena is putting him in touch with someone she knows.  He will be your true master and you will be a very obedient little slave girl when he gets you back.”  

 

     Lynne checked her watch, “Mistress Elena will be here in a few minutes to tell you what your life will be from now on.  When she comes in just stand up, she’ll sit here and then she will order you to kneel right back here.”  Kari nodded.

 

     Mistress Elena came out through the door from Kari’s ‘room’ and Lynne jumped to her feet, Kari stood immediately too.  Mistress Elena smiled at Kari and turned to Lynne, “Please give us a few minutes Lynne.  Go inside and kneel by the door, we will talk later about what happened this afternoon.”

 

     Lynne turned to go, “Yes Mistress Elena.”

 

     “Don’t get my dress all wrinkled either.”  That really meant to take it off.

 

     “No Mistress Elena,” Lynne said as she neared the door.

 

     “Your master and I had a bit of a chat after you left my office.  He didn’t know what to sign you up for to get what he wanted.  So I had him tell me what he wanted and then I developed a program for you.  You know I have 6 months, and you’ll be what your master wanted when you two came up with this idea.”

 

     “But I’m not sure I really want that now,” Kari said.  Mistress Elena smiled, and sat in the chair Lynne had vacated. 

 

    “Not yet,” she said as Kari started to kneel.  “You don’t do anything without orders.”  Mistress Elena looked at Kari, “You will be a slavegirl, your master’s sex slave, his fucktoy.”

 

     “Are you going to hurt me?”

 

     “Yes, I’ll be hurting you some,” she said callously.  “Kneel,” Mistress Elena pointed to Kari’s mat.

 

     Kari knelt on the mat, and Mistress  Elena put her hand on Kari’s shoulder.  She gently kneaded Kari, then rested

her hand in Kari’s hair.

 

     “MMmm, that feels so nice.  You’re being so nice to me, I thought you didn’t like me.”

 

     “I don’t dislike you, I think you’re wonderful.  You’ll just be so much more when I’m done with you.  You will have more fun too,” Mistress Elena surprised her.  “Did you ever want to do something totally outrageous and naughty?”  Kari smiled and nodded.  “But you didn’t because you weren’t supposed to?  Well when I’m done you’ll walk down Main Street gloriously naked when your master orders, or ANYTHING else.”

 

     “Mistress, may I ask you something?” 

 

      “Just be careful,” said Mistress Elena as she nodded slowly.

 

     “May I be allowed to brush, uh my teeth after I eat?” Kari was almost afraid to ask.

 

     “Of course, I’ll see to it.  We have to teach you the proper way to speak, but for this it’s fine,” she reassured.

 

     “I have to go see to Lynne for something she did earlier,” Mistress Elena sighed.  “Your training starts right now.  I

don’t want to hear one more word from your mouth.” Kari started to say yes mistress, but held it in. After a long pause Mistress Elena added,  “Unless it’s yes mistress, do you understand?”

 

     “Yes Mistress Elena,” Kari said carefully. 

 

     Mistress Elena stood and started inside,  “Come along, Kari.”  Kari followed her inside.  Lynne was naked and kneeling by the door when they went inside.  She had her knees spread apart and her hands clasped behind her neck.  She kept her back straight and held her elbows back.   Mistress Elena pulled a short bead chain with an alligator clip on each end from her pocket; she clipped them on Lynne’s nipples.  Mistress Elena grasped the chain in the middle and led Lynne out of Kari’s cell.  Lynne stayed as close to Mistress Elena as possible.  Kari could see glimpses of gold jewelry on Lynne’s pussy.

 

     After they left Kari went back outside, she knelt on her pad, she looked at the chair but she didn’t dare sit in it.  She heard Lynne yelping as she ran along, with her hands still clasped behind her neck.  She was behind Mistress Elena being pulled along by her nipples.  The alligator clips were really giving her a hard time.  Kari knelt on the pad for another half hour and went inside and took the pad.

 

     Kari was starting to wonder about dinner when she heard Lynne open the door and push a little cart in before her.  She was naked, because her dress was hanging in Kari’s closet and she still had Mistress Elena’s nipple clips too.  Kari could see the red stripes where Mistress Elena had whipped her back and thighs. 

 

     “Are you all right?” Kari was concerned.  Lynne put her index finger to her lips, and shook her head. 

 

     Lynne had Kari’s dinner on the cart.  It was in a red plastic bowl, there was no silverware.  Lynne took a padlock from her pocket and motioned for Kari to turn around  by making a spinning motion with her right hand.  She locked Kari’s wrists behind her back, and then  Lynne placed the bowl on the floor in front of Kari’s pad.

 

     “Dinner is served.  You have 10 minutes,” Lynne said flatly.  Kari knelt on the pad and leaned forward to the bowl.  The food was a vegetarian mixture of rolled oats and wheat with corn and peas.  It was cold too.  Lynne started toward the closet to retrieve her dress.  Kari could see her pussy from the back as she walked toward the closet.  She had several rings through pierced holes in her labia. 

 

 

     “You have a lot of holes there,” Kari observed.

 

     “Yes,” Lynne turned back to Kari.  “Mistress Elena had it done.  She doesn’t care for men, only women.”  Lynne approached Kari and showed Kari her pussy lips.  She had three holes pierced in each outer lip; each hole had a standing ring like a larger version of the one in Kari’s tongue.  She had a small chain threaded through them that laced her pussy closed. 

 

     “This is not permanent, I can undo it for washing.  This is permanent,” Lynne unlaced the little chain and pulled her outer lips open, she turned and showed Kari her inner lips.  Her inner lips also had three holes pierced in each lip.  There were 3 large rings that went across through opposite holes and held them closed.

 

     “Why?”

 

     “Mistress Elena doesn’t want any men to go there,” Lynne said sadly.  “A master, my master owed her some money, but couldn’t pay her so she took me for payment.”  Lynne looked about to cry.  “Mistress Elena told me it was her pussy now, and to be sure men don’t get in there she had it permanently sealed.” 

 

     “What about the clips?” Kari nodded toward Lynne’s nipples.

 

     “She might take them off in the morning, she’s already gone out for the night.”

 

     “Is it because of me?  Because the clamps hurt me?”

 

     “Not really, it’s because I let you have orgasms.  She doesn’t care if those clamps hurt,” Lynne turned back to the

closet to get her dress.  Kari went back to eating her food.

 

     After 10 more minutes she was only half done, Lynne pushed Kari over with her foot and picked up the bowl.  “That’s all you want?  Your next feeding is tomorrow morning,” Lynne left Kari lying on the floor.

 

     Lynne was back in about an hour, Kari had gotten up from the floor, but she was still kneeling since her hands were still locked behind her back. She stood when Lynne came in.  She was getting worried, she had to use the toilet and it was still locked closed. 

 

     “Miss Lynne I have to pee real bad, but the toilet is locked,” Kari moaned.  Lynne just smiled, and shook her head.

 

     “You will have to have a lesson first and then we’ll find a place for you to urinate.  Now kneel here,” she pointed at Kari’s pad.  Kari rushed to the pad and knelt.  She had to pee so badly, it didn’t occur to her to do anything else.

 

     “Whenever you speak to any master or mistress make sure you use your name.  Never use ‘I’.  You must also say urinate, it’s a function,” Lynne looked at her.  “No one cares if YOU have to pee.  That’s what you do now.  Try it.”

 

     “Miss Lynne, Kari must urinate?”

 

     “Better, but that’s not quite it.  Try again.”

 

     “Miss Lynne, may Kari urinate now?  Is that it?”

 

     “Yes that’s it.  Good for a first time,” Lynne went to the door out to Kari’s patio.  “Come on,” she said as she

opened the door.

 

     They went outside and Lynne led Kari to the corner of the enclosure away from the building, where it met the next one over.  She pointed to a blue and white striped sign over a depression.  The hole was big enough for both patios, but was divided by the cell bars. 

 

     “Whenever you see a blue-white striped sign or a pole, it’s a place you may urinate, if given permission.”

 

     “Out here?”  Kari looked around, even though it was dusk, and they were alone, she still felt exposed.

 

     “Yes out here.  Now step over by the hole and urinate,” Lynne took a deep breath and sighed.  Kari looked scared, but she had to go so very bad.  She turned and started to squat so her butt was over the hole.

 

     “NO, don’t squat.  Move your feet apart, then bend your knees, and arch your back.” Kari moved her feet apart and arched.  “Now if you let it out, it’ll land in the hole.”  She relaxed and was rewarded by a stream of relief that landed in the hole. 

 

     “What if there is someone else around,” Kari was worried.

 

     “Yes?  So what if there is someone else around.” Lynne said.

 

     “If your master tells you to urinate, you had better do it, when and where he tells you.”  Kari looked about for paper to use, even though her hands were still secured behind her back.  Lynne saw her searching around.

 

     “Don’t bother about that.  I’ll be washing you again in a few minutes, before bed,” Lynne chuckled.  “You two didn’t really know much about this when you started, did you?”  Kari shook her head. 

 

     “You will be a great little slut when we get done with you.  You’ll suck or fuck whoever or whatever your master orders.”  Lynne said with a smile.  “You’ll love it.”

 

     They went back inside where Lynne removed Kari’s wrist cuffs and snapped a leash to her collar.  She led Kari to the shower, and put her leash over a hook under the showerhead.  She set the water and Kari stepped into the spray.  Lynne washed her completely and then began to play with Kari’s pussy.  She fondled Kari’s labia and then inserted two fingers into Karri’s vagina.  It didn’t take very long and Kari was very aroused, and almost panting.  Lynne stopped abruptly and shut off the shower.  She got Kari out and dried her with a towel.  She dried Kari very slowly and sensuously until Kari was turned on all over again.  Again Lynne stopped when Kari was about to have an orgasm. 

 

     “Let me show you around here a little before you get into bed,” Lynne’s offer sounded almost conversational.

 

     The washing area was entirely open, but it had 4 washing areas with 4 toilets, sinks and 4 stainless steel topped tables.  Each table had several attaching points for straps on both sides and ends, plus collapsible leg/foot stirrups at both ends.  The table was very adaptable for use to work on or torture very efficiently. 

 

     “Every morning after you get up and around, you’ll get up on the table and get a series of cleansing enemas, 2 or 3 warm soapy enemas and a water one to rinse the soap residue out.”  Lynne went on, “Then a pint of oil to keep you silky inside.”

 

     “Every morning?” Kari asked.  Lynne smiled and nodded.

 

     “But after a few weeks you’ll probably only need,,, maybe 1 or sometimes 2 soapys.  You’ll come to really like the oil.”  Lynne said  ‘really’ so sensuously that Kari stopped and looked at her.

 

     “Do you really like the oil there?” Kari asked.

 

     “Oh yeahhh!  It’s great.”  Lynne smiled hugely.  “Mistress Elena gets imported sesame oil, you’ll get a pint every morning and it’ll stay there for up to half an hour.”

 

     Lynne led Kari back to her room, cum cell.  She got Kari inside and pointed to her bed.  Kari went to the bed and laid down on it.

 

     “There are no covers,” she complained. 

 

     “Nope,” Lynne answered.  “There is a thermostat on the wall, it’s so you can adjust the heat, if you need.  It’s also something that can be taken away if you don’t do what you’re ordered,” Lynne whispered the last part.  “Do not try to masturbate tonight.  There are video camera’s for security,” Lynne pointed toward the ceiling.  “They are monitored, the guards watch for safety and security, but if they see you playing with yourself they have to report it.”

 

     “For safety?  Like what sort of safety?” Kari asked, as she looked around and saw several cameras on the ceiling.  Each one had a tiny red light glowing under the lens.

 

     “Mistress Elena may decide to keep your cuffs or some other bondage on all night, but she probably doesn’t want you to die, so the security people keep an eye on you.”

Kari realized she was pretty tired, and had been at this all day; she closed her eyes and was asleep before Lynne left the cell.