Nikki didn’t know where they were going. She didn’t know anything other than that she was going to have the date with Charles Tilton that evening, but the day stretched out before her completely unknown. In her old life, Nikki was used to knowing the plan, having her day mapped out, being in charge, shaping that plan, making all the decisions – but now she was just there. Giving herself over. Following. And it felt wonderful, relaxing, like a warm blanket. She followed Mark, her trainer, her lover, her everything.
He walked to the door and took a long metal chain down from a hook. It was her “outside” leash. Just like a dog’s leash, it had a u-clip at the end that clipped to the D-ring in her collar, replacing the small one he had used to chain her to the bed. This one was more heavy duty, with a leather loop that he put around his hand.
“You can walk for now, but as soon as we see anybody else, you are to get on your hands and knees immediately, girl. You got that?” His voice was firm, commanding. “Don’t make me sorry I’ve let you walk.”
Nikki nodded. Ready to do what he expected. She could feel the cold marble of the hallway below her feet as they walked from his quarters down the hall towards the common areas of the facility. It was a big place, like a hotel conference facility. There were a variety of restaurants, a gym, an auditorium, training rooms, spa facilities; everything you might need to train a slave. And there must have been 50 trainers, and a couple of hundred slaves, some of them permanent residents, some (like her) in one-on-one training in preparation for an auction, and some sent by their owners for group brush up or intensive skills training.
They had walked only a little ways when they turned a corner and Mark jerked her leash, saying “Down, girl.” Nikki immediately got on hands and knees as fast as she could, her heart beating faster.
Sure enough, about 50 yards ahead of them there was another trainer, this one with a male slave. Also naked and on all fours, with a collar and a leash. Nikki couldn’t see much, particularly with her head down as she crawled, but she could tell they were approaching.
As the slave and his trainer got closer, Mark called out in greeting, “Hey Tony! How are you?” Nikki recognized the other trainer – she had seen him before, in group exercise classes and at meals. He was a fair but strict trainer, older and more experienced than Mark, but not perhaps as finessed. His slaves were known for being serviceable, responsive, and valuable, but not exceptional.
The slave he had with him was a strapping young man. In his early twenties, blond hair, slightly curly, very defined muscles. Attractive. And Nikki could tell, by the way he was looking at her, that he was a service-slave, kept to provide pleasure to the trainers, and even other slaves, but not allowed to achieve pleasure himself, except in the occasional circumstance when he was with another slave in an informal environment. Like running into somebody in the hall.
In fact, the slave was eying her like a predator eyes his pray. He was clearly hoping he would get to use her. She tried to move to the other side of Mark. Mark had satisfied her with her morning training sessions, she was in no mood for a male slave to take her in a hallway. She wanted to avoid this. She eyed him warily.
“Mark, so nice to see you.” Tony seemed to be in no hurry this morning. Nikki’s heart sank. That just increased the likelihood that the slave would get to have his way with her. “Ahh, this must be your new girl. I hear Charles is giving her an evaluation tonight. Congratulations on that.” He seemed genuinely impressed, and slightly jealous. Nikki felt herself blush as they discussed her.
Meanwhile she also sensed the slave boy; he was getting closer, trying to get behind her, trying to sniff her! He was straining against his collar, the leash pulling taught. She backed away, inadvertently wrapping her leash around Mark’s legs, still on her hands and knees. Balancing being obedient with trying to avoid this unwanted attention.
“Well, well, look at this – I think you have an eager boy here,” Mark was clearly amused as he looked down on the two leashed slaves doing the dance, Nikki backing away while the boy advanced. “What’s his name?”
“Oh, this is Oliver. He’s just come from working the locker room – I had him on his knees for almost two hours! His belly is full of jism, but he hasn’t had any release since…” Tony paused, thoughtful. “sheesh, I hadn’t realized, but now that I think of it I think it’s been over two days…. He must be uncomfortable.” Another pause, as if he were waiting for something. “Perhaps you’d like to offer your girl, to help him out?”
Nikki glanced over at Oliver, and was stunned at the raw desire she saw in him. His eyes, staring at her, hunger right there on the surface, appraising her. His mouth, slightly open, already panting, eager. His chest, moving in and out with each breath, nipples hard and pointed towards the floor. And his cock. Oh my! So hard, red, engorged looking. And oozing precum. Already dripping on the floor, just from the possibility before him. She imagined him anticipating the feel of her warm wet pussy and having this reaction.
She was surprised to feel her own body respond to his emotion. She felt a warm wave, radiating out from her pussy, up into her core, cven her uterus reacting, clenching. She shifted slightly, unconsciously spreading her legs, feeling her labia separate and feeling her sex hanging down below her. She felt her nipples tighten, realized her face was getting warm too. She licked her lips, staring directly at Oliver’s oozing cock. She was shocked to feel it, but now she really wanted him.
Mark looked down at Nikki and she could feel him taking in all the signs. “Well, Tony, she looks like she’s ready! Seems like the more I give her the more she wants, it’s quite a phenomenon. Let’s give him what he wants.”
“Nikki!” He gave her leash a sharp tug to get her attention. “Come over here and put your head between my feet, one hand on each ankle, and stick your ass up for this poor slave. Let him see your beautiful gifts. Come on, hurry up.” He gave her another tug, pulling her head away from looking at Oliver’s sex in all its glory.
Nikki did as she was told. She lowered her head to the floor and spread her legs so that her labia spread wider. She knew that they could all look directly into her, could see her arousal, the blood engorging her sex. She felt swollen, felt like she was all sex, 100% sex, nothing but sex. All of her consciousness was concentrated in her crotch, and now visible for the world to see.
“Ohhh, look how pretty! Look how wet she is!” Mark had bent down and was gently stroking her lower back as he gazed into her sex from above. “Tony? Did you see this?”
“Nice! You’ve got a responsive one here. That’ll be a plus for Charles.” Once again Tony’s voice sounded approving. And Nikki felt totally objectified.
“Unhhh…”
Nikki could hear Oliver’s breathing behind her. She couldn’t even turn her head, she was solidly captured between her trainer’s ankles. But she could practically hear the collar holding Oliver back. And then she felt his breath approaching. Felt him inhaling deeply. And then felt the incredible warm soft wet feeling of his mouth on her cunt.
She moaned as the slave pushed his face into her, searching, reaching, delving, to find her flavors and taste them. She tried to open her legs wider, push back, allow him in. Now her own urgency was growing. She wanted him. Wanted his cock. She had seen it, could imagine it, hot and hard, opening her, stretching her, filling her. She moved her hips, trying to make it clear that she wanted it. Trying to communicate in any way she could. Her moans getting louder.
“Look at them, little animals.” Tony sounded amused now. “Reminds me of that little pair Cindy was showing off last week.”
“Oh yes, I saw them.” Mark was chatty, just a guy having a conversation with a colleague. Totally normal. “Cindy did a good job with them.”
“Yes, she did. Did you see them when they first came in? Totally disobedient, and not much sex drive either. Complete turn-around. She ought to get a prize.”
“I know, I saw them early on, must have been the second or third day. Never would have thought she could do that much with them.”
“What do you think she’ll get for them? They should fetch top dollar.”
“ Hard to say. But you just need one buyer.”
Nikki could hear them carrying on the conversation over her head, as if nothing was happening. Her reactions and her feelings so unimportant that they didn’t even register for the two trainers. But she could also feel Oliver’s mouth, his tongue probing, licking, sweeping up the center of her sex, lingering at the opening of her vagina, and then rising to touch her clit, just lightly, descending to explore the depths of her vagina. She moaned louder. And she could feel him disengage. His mouth getting further away. The smell of her own sex hitting her, almost overpowering.
And then…. Ohhh…. Then. She felt his hands on her hips. The hot tip of his cock at her opening. She could feel every nuance of it. The texture of the skin, the shape and contours. She could feel it ease in, just a tiny bit. The head fat and rounded. Sliding on her wetness, pre-cum and her own juice mingling, so slippery, so hot. She could feel it stretching her, feeling of relief as it pushed further. Ahhhh. What a feeling of relief. Finally full of him. Hot, thick, pulsing with life. Such a great feeling.
Nikki felt her helplessness. Her head immobilized by Mark’s legs, her hands engaged on his legs. Her leash in his hand. She was a slave, just a slave. She had no choice in this. There were no expectations for her, she didn’t need to think about what might happen next; there were no consequences, no entanglements, no responsibility. She could just enjoy this, these wonderful sensations. Nobody was going to think less of her, or want more from her. This was just this moment.
And what a wonderful moment it was. She felt Oliver slide back out through her slick wetness, and then thrust home once more. Her voice rang out as he did it again. She did her best to move her hips back to meet his thrusts. Her legs wide, her breasts shaking with his energy. He felt his hands on her hips, his breath on her back, and, most of his cock filling her, hot and hard, warming her from the inside out.
“Did you hear that Cindy had to go pull her slave from last season out of his placement?” Tony and Mark were continuing their conversation, Tony’s words filtering down to Nikki.
“I hadn’t heard,” Mark was matter-of-fact. “What happened?” Nikki couldn’t believe that they were just continuing on as if Oliver wasn’t fucking her right under their noses – literally the smell alone should have been enough to distract them. Each time he pulled out she got a whiff of pure sex, essence of sex, wafting up to her head. What a great smell. What a great thing. And she could hear the slapping noise of his balls hitting into her with each stroke.
“He was having trouble obeying the other household slaves. Seemed to think domestic duty was ‘below’ him. How crazy is that?” Tony let out a cross between a snort and a laugh. “I think Cindy should concentrate on sex training and partner with someone else for the rest.”
“Oh, Tony, speaking of training. We need to move along.” Mark spoke as if it was just a normal conversation he was wrapping up, as if he was completely unaware of the two naked slaves fucking at his feet.
But Oliver was obviously aware. And unwilling to let this opportunity to climax pass him by. He increased his rhythm, thrusting harder, faster, more urgently. His whole body slamming into Nikki, his voice grunting. She could feel him get even larger inside her, seeming to expand within her. She felt totally and completely full. Felt her desire rise to meet him, sweat running from below her arms, along her sides, under her breasts, rivulets of sweat, heat radiating out from her, his hot cock warming her insides.
“Come on boy, let’s go.” Nikki could feel Tony tug Oliver’s leash, but she could also feel Tony resisting the pull. She could feel him redouble his efforts, gripping her hips with a ferocity that threatened to leave bruises.
His grunts filled her head as his thrusts filled her cunt. She felt her focus intensify, the sensations building, his cock sliding in and out, deeper with each thrust. And then with a roar, she felt him let go, hot spurts of cum shooting up inside her, splashing against her cervix. She held onto Mark’s ankles as her own orgasm washed up and over her, her body shaking and her cunt spasming on Oliver’s cock, milking the last drops of cum out of him.
“Come on boy!” Tony’s voice was insistent now and she could feel Oliver’s grip loosening, his cock starting to slide out of her.
“Unhhhh….” Her voice was almost plaintive as she felt him departing. She could feel the slide, and hear the squishy sound as his cock took leave of her and broke the seal they had formed with their fluids. In fact, she could feel the mixture of his cum, her juices, and their combined sweat running down her leg.
Mark leaned down and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her up to her knees and looking down into her stunned face.
“Ok slave… what do you say? Where are your manners?” Mark’s voice was teasing, but she could tell he was partially serious.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to reach my climax. Thank you, Sir.” Nikki was stammering and babbling, she could barely form a conscious thought let alone form a coherent sentence.
“Not me you silly slave! Thank Tony. Have I taught you anything?”
“So sorry, Sir. So sorry. Thank you Tony, Sir. Thank you for allowing your slave to use me.”
“That’s better.” Mark relaxed his grip on her hair. “Now back on all fours.” He tightened his grip on her leash. “Good job, girl. I’m proud of you, you really are coming along, you are growing into your role.” His hand smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “But now, lets be on our way.”
Nikki glanced back at Oliver. He looked equally stunned to how she felt. She felt a wave of warmth for the poor slave. His own humiliation; she noticed the streaks of white curdlike vaginal secretions on his cock, the sweat matting his beautiful hair, the glazed look in his eyes. She wanted to just take him in her arms and comfort him. But that wasn’t for her to do. She was being taken somewhere else. And she might never see the beautiful Oliver again, the presence of his cock in her vagina just a pleasant memory, already fading into history.
She settled into the rhythm of Marks steps, hurrying to stay by his side on all fours. She was a slave, just a slave. And this experience had been provided to her, as many more would be. She just needed to stay by her trainer’s side. No worries, only obedience.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Clean and empty
“Okay now, stop dawdling. There is a lot to do today. Get your butt out of bed.” Mark’s tone was playful, but the slap he placed on her butt meant business. She scrambled to get up and present herself.
She kneeled as he had taught her, legs wide, hands open and facing up on her thighs, mouth open, head down. Waiting for him to get out of bed.
Mark pulled her leash and she followed him on hands and knees into the bathroom. She knew what to do, this was a well orchestrated routine by now. She positioned herself in the center of the white floor. There was a small drain hole in the floor. She squatted over it and looked up at him. The tension of holding the position making her thighs shake.
“Good girl. Hold it in. You have a full bladder little girl?” Nikki nodded. Mark leaned over, put one hand on the small of her back to steady her, and pressed the other hand into her lower abdomen. Starting with gentle pressure. Looking her in the eyes and gradually increasing the pressure. The urgency to pee was building. She looked him in the eyes, steadily. She clamped her pelvic floor muscles and held the pee. “That’s right. Keep holding. You want to release, girl?”
“Yes, Sir, please sir.” She was starting to sweat. She could feel the beads of perspiration forming under her arms. Threatening to roll down her side.
“I want you to beg, prettily as I’ve taught you, but beg.” Mark’s voice was firm. He pressed his fingers a little deeper into her, rolling from the outside edge of his hand to the inside and back, a kind of massage of her internal organs through her abdominal cavity. But really more of a massage of her full bladder. She felt like she was going to burst. “Who controls you, slave? Who do you need to ask for even these most simple of bodily functions?”
“Oh, Mark, Sir, you control me. Please let me pee, Sir. Ohhh, please. I beg of you, have mercy on me, let me pee! I don’t want to displease you, I don’t want to lose control, but I can’t hang on for much longer!” The sweat was forming on her scalp now, running down behind her neck. She centered herself on the pain, her thighs screaming now as she held herself in position and clamped down her pelvic muscles.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now, Nikki. Look at yourself!” The room was covered in floor to ceiling mirrors. So it was easy enough for her to see. She glanced over. Her eyes were wild. Skin glistening. Mouth open, gasping for air. Hair fanning out around her, total bed head. Her breasts were shaking with the effort of keeping herself still and not peeing. She had to admit. She had never looked better, never more appealing, never more of what she was, a desperate slave, just wanting to please.
“Oh, Sir! Please?” Her voice cracked.
Mark removed his hands from her belly and her back and he reached up and took both nipples with a pincer grip. Squeezed down hard. With the release of pressure from her bladder and the distracting pain now in her nipples, the urgency for urination backed off a bit. “Are you sure you need to pee, little girl?” Now Mark’s right hand was finding its way to her crotch. He was squeezing her clit. Between the nipples and now her clit, Nikki could feel the arousal building back again, and the need to urinate easing off even more.
Mark stroked her pussy. She could feel her clit swell under his attentive fingers. He leaned down and sucked on her left nipple, one hand on her right nipple and the other in her crotch. Nikki moaned, realizing what he was doing. He was going to take her right to the edge, and then command her to pee. But she couldn’t help herself, even knowing that, she was along for the ride. She spread her legs even wider and thrust her hips into his hand, feeling her wetness surge. His mouth traveled back up to hers, depositing little kisses along the way. She moaned into his mouth.
And sure enough. Now that he felt her arousal, he backed off. Took both hands off her. Stopped kissing her. Stood. Looked down at her. She was dazed. “Look at me slave!” She looked up. “Now pee!”
Of course, Nikki couldn’t. The arousal, her swollen clit – they had blocked the urethra and the pee wouldn’t descend. “Come on girl! Are you disobeying me?” Mark’s voice was ominous. Nikki pushed. Breathed into it. Pushed again. Concentrated. Mark could see her intense focus as she tried to will the pee to come. “You need some help girl?”
“Yes, Sir. I can’t seem to do it, Sir. I’m so sorry.” Nikki was genuinely contrite. Mark put his hands back on her lower back and abdomen, and pressed once more. Of course, this just increased the pressure without making it possible to pee. But a moment later the discomfort of the pressure let the arousal back off a bit and made it possible. “Oh please! May I pee now?” Nikki tried to be as correct as possible even in her discomfort.
“How do you ask???” Mark was practically roaring.
“Ohh, sorry, Sir. Oh please, Sir! May I pee now, Sir?” Nikki addressed her trainer more formally.
“Yes. Give me your pee, girl.”
Nikki released. The relief washed over her as the hot liquid poured from her. It seemed to go on forever and ever, the hot liquid rushing out from her. Feeling her trainer’s eyes on her. There was nothing that was private. Nothing he couldn’t see, didn’t own. She was a slave. He owned this, along with everything else.
“Good girl.” Mark was matter of fact. “You ready to take mine?”
This was part of the routine. She was used to it now. But there was still something so shocking. So incredibly base about it, it was hard to describe. She felt so depraved.
“Yes Sir. Please give me your pee.”
And Mark’s cock was in his hand. Nikki maintained her position, squatting, legs open. She looked up at him, deliberately opened her mouth. And held the position.
“Good girl. I like to see you ready like this. Eager for my waste, the elimination of my body. Ready to bathe in your submission.”
He finished talking and started to pee. She felt the first splash hit her on the chest, running down, over her breast, across her stomach, her hip, dripping down her leg. Shockingly hot. Almost scalding. And the smell! Oof. Strong morning pee smell. Acrid, pungent, bitter; like something that was turned or spoiled. Her stomach heaved. Just as she felt her stomach move, she felt the stream turning upward, now he was peeing on her head, the pee running down, across her eyes, over her nose, into her mouth! She swallowed, knowing it would please him.
“Ohhh, so nice to see you swallow.” Sure enough Mark acknowledged her efforts. “Such a good slave. So submissive.”
And Nikki did feel submissive. Incredibly submissive. I mean, six weeks before she would never have dreamed of letting somebody piss on her! You would have to be kidding. No way! And to voluntarily open her mouth to it. Crazy. But here she was. The feeling of warmth suffusing her. Feeling the hot pee enter her soul; a mark of her willingness, her eagerness, to give herself over. She truly was a sex slave.
She felt the pee tightening as it started to dry on her skin. He had showered her evenly, covering most of her, and the uric acid created a strange sensation as it evaporated. She comforted herself thinking it was an ingredient in expensive beauty creams, a natural moisturizer. But the smell was intensifying. She looked up at him. Her brow furrowed, stomach still roiling, a chill entering her as the hot pee evaporated in the morning air.
“Ahhh, your discomfort is becoming. You look so beautiful. You have no idea.” It was almost as though Mark was murmuring to himself.
“But we need to get a move on. Stand up, girl.” He was back to commanding mode. “Go get me the hose.”
He was matter of fact. They had done this so many times, the novelty had worn off. But it still made her body react. She willed herself to focus as she fetched the long hose, with a screw-on coupling at one end and a thin nozzle at the other.
“Go on, attach it to the faucet.” His voice was insistent, and it helped her focus, get her mind out of her arousal. She attached the hose to a faucet extending from the wall, the way a water source will extend from the outside of a house for a garden hose. The hose was hanging down from it, in a way that seemed almost menacing. “Come on girl! You know what’s next. On your knees, and spread those cheeks for me. You want me to stick it in or you want me to make you do it yourself. I want to hear your voice. Answer me.”
“Oh, Sir!” Her voice was shaky. This routine still did a number on her. “I prefer for you to do it for me, Sir, please.”
“I know you do, hun. You want me to fuck you with it don’t you.” His voice was almost coaxing. But he had taken the nozzle in one hand and he was looking down at her bent over form. On her knees, but her chest almost touching the floor, her head resting on her folded arms. Her ass up in the air. He bent over, looking straight up into her asshole. His access to her complete, his view unobstructed.
She could feel him leaning over her, heard him pull up a wad of saliva and then felt the spit hit her anus. He had just spit on her and she was grateful. Incredible. To think back 6-8 weeks… what she would have done, how she would have reacted. Probably shocked first, then indignant, then self-righteously angry. But now she was just grateful for the extra lubrication and open waiting for him to penetrate her in this most intimate of places. She felt the nozzle touch.
“Tell me you want it, girl. I want to hear you. Tell me!” Mark’s voice was low, pressing.
“I want it, Sir. Please put it in me.” Her voice was surprisingly steady. Maybe she was getting used to this. But the feeling – she could feel another surge of arousal in her cunt as the pressure built on her anus.
She felt the nozzle slide in. It kept going deeper. Her eyes fluttered, rolled back, as the sensation of fullness built. She blinked. Focused on staying relaxed. Holding herself steady against the onslaught of the penetration. She felt the wide part of the nozzle come to rest against her anus, fitting in between her cheeks. But she knew Mark wouldn’t leave it at that.
Sure enough, she could feel him withdrawing slightly, and then pushing back in. Her hips rocked from the fucking motion, as he pulled half way out again. Then he was pushing it in and out. Her breath was coming hard, she was making little grunting noises with each breath, the thrusts pushing her breath out in a loud exhale.
“I know you’re liking this, girl, but that’s not what it is about. Let’s get you clean.” Mark pushed the nozzle all the way in and let her cheeks close around it, holding it in place. She heard him move to the wall and heard him turning the faucet on. She could hear the water starting to move through the hose. And then it started to fill her.
Ohhh, it was warm. The water was probably only body temperature 98.6 degrees F. But it felt positively HOT flowing into her. She could feel it moving up into her, flowing, a little pressure behind it. It was almost as though she could feel the way her bowels snaked up around in her. She felt so full and so warm. Could feel the sweat break out, under her arms, behind her neck. And could feel her belly, slightly distended, as the water filled her.
More than any of that she could feel her arousal building. Mysterious how the two were connected, but the feeling of having her bowels full of hot liquid was making her cunt flow with its own juices. She was sure that Mark knew. She could hear him turning the water off, saying “that’s enough.” Sliding the nozzle back out of her anus. She felt the muscles of her sphincter tighten, feeling the absence of invasion almost as acutely as they had felt the initial penetration. But soon the feelings building in her bowels over came any residual feeling in her anus.
She was still on her hands and knees, face on her folded arms. Her belly hanging down, filled with hot liquid. Now the need to evacuate was building. She could feel the urgency starting. She wanted to push. The cramps were real, but so was the arousal. Then she felt Marks hand, probing between her legs. Touching her moisture. Feeling for her swollen clit. And his fingers were on it, slipping over it, using her own liquid wetness to make it slick, to make his fingers glide frictionless. She was making little strangled noises now. The pain increasing, as the arousal built too.
“Ok, hun, that’s four minutes. I want you to hold the water for another three. It’s going to get a little intense.” It was already intense. She was rocking back and forth on the hard floor, moving her hips to push back into his hand. The sweat beading and running down her sides. She was crying out now, with each movement.
“Unnhhh, unhhhh, unnhhhh….” She could hear her own cries ringing out in the tiled room, but she was beyond caring what she sounded like. Her entire being was focused on her belly and her crotch. The arousal was building as the cramps intensified. The feeling so intense, it was like the pain from her bowels was just making the feelings in her clit stronger. “Unnnhh, unnhhh…” Her voice was getting higher and more intense. She didn’t want him to stop, yet she knew he would at 7 minutes precisely, whether she came or not. It was a race against the clock. She couldn’t hold back, she needed to MOVE.
Nikki increased the pace of her thrusts back on to his hand, and reached down and touched her own right nipple, squeezing, pulling, twisting.
“Get your hand off there! Did I tell you that you could do that?” Mark was trying to get her to stop. But at this point she was beyond. She just needed to get over the edge. And she did, her voice crying out, LOUD, her cunt spasming, her whole body shaking. She felt the orgasm like an explosion of light in her head, the feeling intensifying until it exploded, like fireworks shooting off. And the pain in her bowels still there, still intense. Her anus holding tight, keeping all the water inside. But the warmth radiating out from her cunt outward – feeling like it was traveling out the top of her head. All the tension leaving her body. The rest of her body relaxing while her anus knew it needed to keep doing its job. She was shaking and sweating.
“Bad girl.” Mark swatted her butt. But she could tell he wasn’t too upset. He liked giving her intense orgasms, and he liked connecting them to other sensations, sensations in different parts of her body. “You’ll pay for that nipple touch later. But now it’s time to get this water out of you.”
Mark helped her up, and helped her back to the center of the room. Positioned her so her ass was almost touching the hole in the ground as she squatted low. “Go ahead,” Mark urged her. “Let it go. Release it.”
He was looking her in the eye. She closed her eyes. “Open them, girl.” Mark’s tone was sharp. Her eyes snapped open. “I want to look in your eyes. I want you to see me, Mark, looking at you Nikki, as you empty your bowels. You have no privacy. You have nothing that is yours. You belong to ME.”
Nikki knew it was true. She was his. He could look deep into her soul as she performed this most intimate of acts. She could hold nothing back. She pushed. Felt the water and the shit moving through her, felt her anus open as her colon pushed it out. Felt his eyes on her as the smell hit her, the sounds of the accompanying gas. Ohhh…. So unladylike, so humiliating.
“You know I like to see it, girl. I like all of it.”
She knew he did.
“Go on, keep pushing. You’ve got more in there.” It was like he was talking to an infant or an animal. She felt totally objectified. Surprisingly, she loved it. She relaxed into it. Pushed. Emptied herself. Smelled the smells, heard the noises, knew it was her. And that he accepted it, owned it.
“Good girl. Good job. I’m proud of you.” He patted her head. “Ok, lets get you all clean… come over to the shower and I’ll tell you how to scrub.”
He moved her over to where the shower head stuck out of the wall. Handed her a soapy cloth. “Start at the top. Don’t bother with the hair, I’m taking you to get it done. Just wash your face, behind your ears, your neck. I’m watching.”
He talked her through the whole thing, with particular attention to her pussy and her ass. Cleaning off all the enema fluid that had dripped down her leg. He dried her carefully with a fluffy towel. Taking her into his arms. Taking her mouth with his. Such intimacy, such care.
“Okay, Nikki, we’ve got to get out of here.” Mark was businesslike again.
She kneeled as he had taught her, legs wide, hands open and facing up on her thighs, mouth open, head down. Waiting for him to get out of bed.
Mark pulled her leash and she followed him on hands and knees into the bathroom. She knew what to do, this was a well orchestrated routine by now. She positioned herself in the center of the white floor. There was a small drain hole in the floor. She squatted over it and looked up at him. The tension of holding the position making her thighs shake.
“Good girl. Hold it in. You have a full bladder little girl?” Nikki nodded. Mark leaned over, put one hand on the small of her back to steady her, and pressed the other hand into her lower abdomen. Starting with gentle pressure. Looking her in the eyes and gradually increasing the pressure. The urgency to pee was building. She looked him in the eyes, steadily. She clamped her pelvic floor muscles and held the pee. “That’s right. Keep holding. You want to release, girl?”
“Yes, Sir, please sir.” She was starting to sweat. She could feel the beads of perspiration forming under her arms. Threatening to roll down her side.
“I want you to beg, prettily as I’ve taught you, but beg.” Mark’s voice was firm. He pressed his fingers a little deeper into her, rolling from the outside edge of his hand to the inside and back, a kind of massage of her internal organs through her abdominal cavity. But really more of a massage of her full bladder. She felt like she was going to burst. “Who controls you, slave? Who do you need to ask for even these most simple of bodily functions?”
“Oh, Mark, Sir, you control me. Please let me pee, Sir. Ohhh, please. I beg of you, have mercy on me, let me pee! I don’t want to displease you, I don’t want to lose control, but I can’t hang on for much longer!” The sweat was forming on her scalp now, running down behind her neck. She centered herself on the pain, her thighs screaming now as she held herself in position and clamped down her pelvic muscles.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now, Nikki. Look at yourself!” The room was covered in floor to ceiling mirrors. So it was easy enough for her to see. She glanced over. Her eyes were wild. Skin glistening. Mouth open, gasping for air. Hair fanning out around her, total bed head. Her breasts were shaking with the effort of keeping herself still and not peeing. She had to admit. She had never looked better, never more appealing, never more of what she was, a desperate slave, just wanting to please.
“Oh, Sir! Please?” Her voice cracked.
Mark removed his hands from her belly and her back and he reached up and took both nipples with a pincer grip. Squeezed down hard. With the release of pressure from her bladder and the distracting pain now in her nipples, the urgency for urination backed off a bit. “Are you sure you need to pee, little girl?” Now Mark’s right hand was finding its way to her crotch. He was squeezing her clit. Between the nipples and now her clit, Nikki could feel the arousal building back again, and the need to urinate easing off even more.
Mark stroked her pussy. She could feel her clit swell under his attentive fingers. He leaned down and sucked on her left nipple, one hand on her right nipple and the other in her crotch. Nikki moaned, realizing what he was doing. He was going to take her right to the edge, and then command her to pee. But she couldn’t help herself, even knowing that, she was along for the ride. She spread her legs even wider and thrust her hips into his hand, feeling her wetness surge. His mouth traveled back up to hers, depositing little kisses along the way. She moaned into his mouth.
And sure enough. Now that he felt her arousal, he backed off. Took both hands off her. Stopped kissing her. Stood. Looked down at her. She was dazed. “Look at me slave!” She looked up. “Now pee!”
Of course, Nikki couldn’t. The arousal, her swollen clit – they had blocked the urethra and the pee wouldn’t descend. “Come on girl! Are you disobeying me?” Mark’s voice was ominous. Nikki pushed. Breathed into it. Pushed again. Concentrated. Mark could see her intense focus as she tried to will the pee to come. “You need some help girl?”
“Yes, Sir. I can’t seem to do it, Sir. I’m so sorry.” Nikki was genuinely contrite. Mark put his hands back on her lower back and abdomen, and pressed once more. Of course, this just increased the pressure without making it possible to pee. But a moment later the discomfort of the pressure let the arousal back off a bit and made it possible. “Oh please! May I pee now?” Nikki tried to be as correct as possible even in her discomfort.
“How do you ask???” Mark was practically roaring.
“Ohh, sorry, Sir. Oh please, Sir! May I pee now, Sir?” Nikki addressed her trainer more formally.
“Yes. Give me your pee, girl.”
Nikki released. The relief washed over her as the hot liquid poured from her. It seemed to go on forever and ever, the hot liquid rushing out from her. Feeling her trainer’s eyes on her. There was nothing that was private. Nothing he couldn’t see, didn’t own. She was a slave. He owned this, along with everything else.
“Good girl.” Mark was matter of fact. “You ready to take mine?”
This was part of the routine. She was used to it now. But there was still something so shocking. So incredibly base about it, it was hard to describe. She felt so depraved.
“Yes Sir. Please give me your pee.”
And Mark’s cock was in his hand. Nikki maintained her position, squatting, legs open. She looked up at him, deliberately opened her mouth. And held the position.
“Good girl. I like to see you ready like this. Eager for my waste, the elimination of my body. Ready to bathe in your submission.”
He finished talking and started to pee. She felt the first splash hit her on the chest, running down, over her breast, across her stomach, her hip, dripping down her leg. Shockingly hot. Almost scalding. And the smell! Oof. Strong morning pee smell. Acrid, pungent, bitter; like something that was turned or spoiled. Her stomach heaved. Just as she felt her stomach move, she felt the stream turning upward, now he was peeing on her head, the pee running down, across her eyes, over her nose, into her mouth! She swallowed, knowing it would please him.
“Ohhh, so nice to see you swallow.” Sure enough Mark acknowledged her efforts. “Such a good slave. So submissive.”
And Nikki did feel submissive. Incredibly submissive. I mean, six weeks before she would never have dreamed of letting somebody piss on her! You would have to be kidding. No way! And to voluntarily open her mouth to it. Crazy. But here she was. The feeling of warmth suffusing her. Feeling the hot pee enter her soul; a mark of her willingness, her eagerness, to give herself over. She truly was a sex slave.
She felt the pee tightening as it started to dry on her skin. He had showered her evenly, covering most of her, and the uric acid created a strange sensation as it evaporated. She comforted herself thinking it was an ingredient in expensive beauty creams, a natural moisturizer. But the smell was intensifying. She looked up at him. Her brow furrowed, stomach still roiling, a chill entering her as the hot pee evaporated in the morning air.
“Ahhh, your discomfort is becoming. You look so beautiful. You have no idea.” It was almost as though Mark was murmuring to himself.
“But we need to get a move on. Stand up, girl.” He was back to commanding mode. “Go get me the hose.”
He was matter of fact. They had done this so many times, the novelty had worn off. But it still made her body react. She willed herself to focus as she fetched the long hose, with a screw-on coupling at one end and a thin nozzle at the other.
“Go on, attach it to the faucet.” His voice was insistent, and it helped her focus, get her mind out of her arousal. She attached the hose to a faucet extending from the wall, the way a water source will extend from the outside of a house for a garden hose. The hose was hanging down from it, in a way that seemed almost menacing. “Come on girl! You know what’s next. On your knees, and spread those cheeks for me. You want me to stick it in or you want me to make you do it yourself. I want to hear your voice. Answer me.”
“Oh, Sir!” Her voice was shaky. This routine still did a number on her. “I prefer for you to do it for me, Sir, please.”
“I know you do, hun. You want me to fuck you with it don’t you.” His voice was almost coaxing. But he had taken the nozzle in one hand and he was looking down at her bent over form. On her knees, but her chest almost touching the floor, her head resting on her folded arms. Her ass up in the air. He bent over, looking straight up into her asshole. His access to her complete, his view unobstructed.
She could feel him leaning over her, heard him pull up a wad of saliva and then felt the spit hit her anus. He had just spit on her and she was grateful. Incredible. To think back 6-8 weeks… what she would have done, how she would have reacted. Probably shocked first, then indignant, then self-righteously angry. But now she was just grateful for the extra lubrication and open waiting for him to penetrate her in this most intimate of places. She felt the nozzle touch.
“Tell me you want it, girl. I want to hear you. Tell me!” Mark’s voice was low, pressing.
“I want it, Sir. Please put it in me.” Her voice was surprisingly steady. Maybe she was getting used to this. But the feeling – she could feel another surge of arousal in her cunt as the pressure built on her anus.
She felt the nozzle slide in. It kept going deeper. Her eyes fluttered, rolled back, as the sensation of fullness built. She blinked. Focused on staying relaxed. Holding herself steady against the onslaught of the penetration. She felt the wide part of the nozzle come to rest against her anus, fitting in between her cheeks. But she knew Mark wouldn’t leave it at that.
Sure enough, she could feel him withdrawing slightly, and then pushing back in. Her hips rocked from the fucking motion, as he pulled half way out again. Then he was pushing it in and out. Her breath was coming hard, she was making little grunting noises with each breath, the thrusts pushing her breath out in a loud exhale.
“I know you’re liking this, girl, but that’s not what it is about. Let’s get you clean.” Mark pushed the nozzle all the way in and let her cheeks close around it, holding it in place. She heard him move to the wall and heard him turning the faucet on. She could hear the water starting to move through the hose. And then it started to fill her.
Ohhh, it was warm. The water was probably only body temperature 98.6 degrees F. But it felt positively HOT flowing into her. She could feel it moving up into her, flowing, a little pressure behind it. It was almost as though she could feel the way her bowels snaked up around in her. She felt so full and so warm. Could feel the sweat break out, under her arms, behind her neck. And could feel her belly, slightly distended, as the water filled her.
More than any of that she could feel her arousal building. Mysterious how the two were connected, but the feeling of having her bowels full of hot liquid was making her cunt flow with its own juices. She was sure that Mark knew. She could hear him turning the water off, saying “that’s enough.” Sliding the nozzle back out of her anus. She felt the muscles of her sphincter tighten, feeling the absence of invasion almost as acutely as they had felt the initial penetration. But soon the feelings building in her bowels over came any residual feeling in her anus.
She was still on her hands and knees, face on her folded arms. Her belly hanging down, filled with hot liquid. Now the need to evacuate was building. She could feel the urgency starting. She wanted to push. The cramps were real, but so was the arousal. Then she felt Marks hand, probing between her legs. Touching her moisture. Feeling for her swollen clit. And his fingers were on it, slipping over it, using her own liquid wetness to make it slick, to make his fingers glide frictionless. She was making little strangled noises now. The pain increasing, as the arousal built too.
“Ok, hun, that’s four minutes. I want you to hold the water for another three. It’s going to get a little intense.” It was already intense. She was rocking back and forth on the hard floor, moving her hips to push back into his hand. The sweat beading and running down her sides. She was crying out now, with each movement.
“Unnhhh, unhhhh, unnhhhh….” She could hear her own cries ringing out in the tiled room, but she was beyond caring what she sounded like. Her entire being was focused on her belly and her crotch. The arousal was building as the cramps intensified. The feeling so intense, it was like the pain from her bowels was just making the feelings in her clit stronger. “Unnnhh, unnhhh…” Her voice was getting higher and more intense. She didn’t want him to stop, yet she knew he would at 7 minutes precisely, whether she came or not. It was a race against the clock. She couldn’t hold back, she needed to MOVE.
Nikki increased the pace of her thrusts back on to his hand, and reached down and touched her own right nipple, squeezing, pulling, twisting.
“Get your hand off there! Did I tell you that you could do that?” Mark was trying to get her to stop. But at this point she was beyond. She just needed to get over the edge. And she did, her voice crying out, LOUD, her cunt spasming, her whole body shaking. She felt the orgasm like an explosion of light in her head, the feeling intensifying until it exploded, like fireworks shooting off. And the pain in her bowels still there, still intense. Her anus holding tight, keeping all the water inside. But the warmth radiating out from her cunt outward – feeling like it was traveling out the top of her head. All the tension leaving her body. The rest of her body relaxing while her anus knew it needed to keep doing its job. She was shaking and sweating.
“Bad girl.” Mark swatted her butt. But she could tell he wasn’t too upset. He liked giving her intense orgasms, and he liked connecting them to other sensations, sensations in different parts of her body. “You’ll pay for that nipple touch later. But now it’s time to get this water out of you.”
Mark helped her up, and helped her back to the center of the room. Positioned her so her ass was almost touching the hole in the ground as she squatted low. “Go ahead,” Mark urged her. “Let it go. Release it.”
He was looking her in the eye. She closed her eyes. “Open them, girl.” Mark’s tone was sharp. Her eyes snapped open. “I want to look in your eyes. I want you to see me, Mark, looking at you Nikki, as you empty your bowels. You have no privacy. You have nothing that is yours. You belong to ME.”
Nikki knew it was true. She was his. He could look deep into her soul as she performed this most intimate of acts. She could hold nothing back. She pushed. Felt the water and the shit moving through her, felt her anus open as her colon pushed it out. Felt his eyes on her as the smell hit her, the sounds of the accompanying gas. Ohhh…. So unladylike, so humiliating.
“You know I like to see it, girl. I like all of it.”
She knew he did.
“Go on, keep pushing. You’ve got more in there.” It was like he was talking to an infant or an animal. She felt totally objectified. Surprisingly, she loved it. She relaxed into it. Pushed. Emptied herself. Smelled the smells, heard the noises, knew it was her. And that he accepted it, owned it.
“Good girl. Good job. I’m proud of you.” He patted her head. “Ok, lets get you all clean… come over to the shower and I’ll tell you how to scrub.”
He moved her over to where the shower head stuck out of the wall. Handed her a soapy cloth. “Start at the top. Don’t bother with the hair, I’m taking you to get it done. Just wash your face, behind your ears, your neck. I’m watching.”
He talked her through the whole thing, with particular attention to her pussy and her ass. Cleaning off all the enema fluid that had dripped down her leg. He dried her carefully with a fluffy towel. Taking her into his arms. Taking her mouth with his. Such intimacy, such care.
“Okay, Nikki, we’ve got to get out of here.” Mark was businesslike again.
Harry
Finally, there was a knock on the door.
“Get into Nadu, head down, mouth open, legs open, hands resting palms up on your thighs. Do it now” Mark was practically hissing.
Nikki obeyed. Confident that this was something she knew how to do.
Mark opened the door and two men came in. Nikki surreptitiously glanced up. Both men were in their twenties. The one who was clearly in charge (Harry?) was tall, with close cut blond hair. The other one a little shorter, a little more stocky, with darker hair and acne. The shorter one seemed uncomfortable, as if maybe he wasn’t used to this. Harry was clearly at ease.
Mark greeted both men warmly. “Come in come in, Harry, Carl. So glad you could come Carl. Can Nikki get either of you something to drink?” Nikki was used to serving as a waitress, fetch-it girl, general servant and gopher, so this actually felt reassuring. A role she was used to. But it did seem odd for Mark to be so obsequious. These were obviously important people.
“No, no, we’re all set.” Harry spoke for his friend. Odd. “We’re actually in a bit of a hurry.”
“Well then, I’ll leave you to it.” Mark was business like, as if this was perfectly normal that he was going to leaving two men in his private quarters to inspect and be serviced by a slave. Although Nikki realized, it was perfectly normal for him, however odd it seemed to be for her.
Mark closed the door behind him. The click reverberating through Nikki like a thunderclap.
“Well, what have we here. A fresh slave for the market, no?” Harry turned his attention to Nikki. “Carl? Are you ready to take notes? You have to get the report in by 10 am tomorrow.”
“I’m ready Harry!” He sounded more than ready. He sounded positively eager.
Harry stepped over to Nikki. Stroked her head. “Nice soft hair.” He grabbed a handful and yanked. Niki gasped, surprised, and struggling not to raise her hands to her scalp to defend herself.
“Lovely sensitive scalp, but good job accepting my control. That’s a Mark Gold slave for you, classic.” His tone was assessing. Nikki felt like a piece of meat. The humiliation rushed through her and sure enough, brought a pink flush to her skin.
“Oh, and a sweet little blush too!” Harry was almost gleeful in reporting it. “Note that Carl.” Nikki’s shame seemed to expand in her chest. She thought about Mark. Let him fill her mind.
“Now stand, girl.” He addressed himself to Nikki. She shakily climbed to her feet, swaying as she felt his eyes on her appraising. “Turn, I want to see all of you.” Harry’s voice was commanding. She turned, slowly, her buttocks burning with the humiliation of it. Eventually she was facing him.
“Look at me,” Harry commanded her. She raised her eyes. “I want to hear your voice. Are you prepared to answer my questions?”
“Yes, Sir.” She tried to answer eagerly, but her voice cracked.
“Good.” His voice was crisp, professional. Like a job interview or a TV announcer. “Are you a sex slave?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll do whatever I ask?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You revel in your position?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ok, now I want to hear your point of view. What is it about being a slave that you like?”
“Well, Sir, I spent years as a business professional. I was responsible for millions of dollars of business, hundreds of people, and I made decisions that had profound ramifications for people and even industries. People relied on me for so much! As a slave, I am only responsible for pleasure. My future is in my Master’s hands, and I can live in the moment. It is liberating in a perverse, but fascinating way. Oh, and I really enjoy sex.”
Harry and Carl both laughed, Carl’s laugh sounding a bit sinister. “Good answer! And I’m glad to hear it about the sex.” Harry sounded genuinely pleased. “Carl, write down that she is quite the philosopher! Nice voice, good diction, obviously educated.”
“Now,” he continued, “lets look at your body.” Nikki shivered, already feeling his gaze on her. “Stand up.” Nikki stood, a little shakily. “Lets see how you are at following commands.”
“Bend over.” Nikki turned, facing away from him, and bent from the waist, feeling her breasts hanging down. Her face burning. “Spread your legs, show me everything.” Nikki complied, feeling waves of humiliation roll over her. But she focused on Mark. She was doing this for Mark. Submitting to him. He wanted her to do this, it would make him proud. He could even see her.
“Nice fleshy butt, sturdy thighs, seems strong. Seems like she could take a lot.” Harry was directing his comments to Carl. “You getting all this down?”
“Got it Harry. Fleshy butt, sturdy thighs, strong.”
Harry’s hands traced the curve of her hips, ran along her legs. “Muscular back. This is a slave who could serve physically, lift or pull. Skin nice and smooth, but a few bumps – what are these? I guess you should just write small cysts… Good job maintaining position.” He pushed her to the left and right, assessing as she held herself steady.
Nikki felt totally objectified. As if she wasn’t even there. Just a puppet or a doll, being played with by these two friends, being assessed, considered, evaluated. She felt the warm rush of arousal, surprising her, but welling up from her core. She let out a low moan, involuntarily, before she clamped her lips together to silence herself.
“Hmm… and such pretty reactions.” Harry’s voice continued on, describing everything he was touching. And his hand was traveling up her thigh, getting closer, oh, no, he was going to test her, see how wet she was. She knew she was wet. She closed her eyes, as his fingers reached in, touching the moisture. She held herself still and open as she felt his fingers press into her, felt them slide over her liquid wetness. “She’s soaked, Carl! Totally wet. Mark has definitely done a good job with this one.”
Somehow she felt both ashamed and proud. Ashamed, because here was a stranger seeing that he had made her aroused just by pushing her around and talking about her. But proud because she knew this was the reaction Mark had trained her to have, this was the reaction owners wanted from their slaves.
Harry pulled his fingers out, and raised them to his nose, rubbing them together. She could hear the sharp intake as he inhaled, smelling them. “Nice delicate scent.” There was a moment of silence, and then she heard the sound of him pulling the fingers back out of his mouth. “Lovely flavor, bready, nutty. This is real arousal, no stupid lube tricks – I wouldn’t have thought Mark would try something like that, but still, given how wet she was you had to suspect!”
“Now lets run you through a few poses.” Harry’s voice was crisp and commanding. He launched into a set of commands:
“Cunt.” She lay on her back, spread her legs, pushed her hips up to show off her sex to the greatest possible extent.
“Spread.” She reached her hands down and separated her labia.
“Mouth.” She kneeled up and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.
“Breasts.” She cupped each breast in a hand and raised them up towards Harry.
Each of the poses was familiar to her. She felt comfortable, calm, centered. She knew what to do and concentrated on doing it the best possible. Holding her body steady, Keeping each pose exactly the way she was taught to. He moved her through another dozen poses.
“Good job moving through the poses. Not the most graceful slave I’ve ever seen, but what she lacks in grace, she makes up for in willingness. Lovely attitude.” Harry reached down again, and in one fluid motion, thrust two fingers deep into her vagina. She held steady, even if her breath was expelled sharply from her lungs. “And still wet, maybe even wetter. She definitely enjoys being a slave. Don’t you, girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nikki’s voice seemed to come from outside her body.
“Now lets see how well he’s trained your mouth. On your knees in front of me, girl.” Harry’s hands were on his belt. Nikki knew what was coming. She was prepared.
And there it was, his cock was in front of her face. It was semi-erect, the head looking slightly swollen, pointed down. It was like Mark’s, but different too. She inhaled deeply. The scent of cock – sweat, urine, old cum, yeasty, earthy, and oh so masculine. Surprising how a penis can look so different yet so similar.
She opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took him inside her. She could feel his cock react to the warm heat of her mouth. She could feel him growing, the blood flowing to his sex. Could feel the texture changing, the surface getting smoother, the head swelling, the veins starting to stand out. She could feel the ridge of the head, rounded and spongy. What an amazing thing. Just on the face of it, amazing. The transformation from that (soft, vulnerable, flaccid), to this (hard, urgent, swollen), all in a manner of moments and all because of her. Incredible.
But now that he was hard, she started to really work, the way that Mark had taught her. She slid her lips up and down the shaft, rubbing her tongue along the bottom, tracing the large vein and then fluttering over the spot, right below the head, where all the nerves come together. She let the head pop in and out of her mouth over her swollen lips. She kept her lips around two thirds of the way down the shaft and just moved her tongue. She swirled her tongue over him, slurping and sucking with her lips. She moved her head and her tongue. She took him all the way in, so that her lips were flush with his pelvis, and then slid almost all the way out, so his head was just inside her lips. She moved up and down.
Then she tasted it. Pre-cum. The flavor pungent and salty. Masculine. Delicious. And she wanted more. She started to really move. Sliding faster, sucking, licking, trying to take more of him into her. She was moving her head, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her mouth wrapped around him.
But Harry wasn’t ready to cum yet. “Hey, slow down, girl!” He grabbed her head and physically restrained her. Gripped her tight with both hands and slowed her down. She felt the restraint of his hands, felt her submission, and settled into his rhythm. He slid her back and forth on him. Pushing into her, and drawing back out. She continued to use her tongue and her lips, steady pressure and suction. His cock was sliding in and out and she felt that they could go on forever.
Then his urgency started to build. He was thrusting harder, deeper. Each stroke going deep into her and cutting off her breath. Ooo, but it felt good. Nikki could feel each thrust in two places: in her mouth, yes, but also in her cunt. A deep, hot presence inside her.
He was pushing deep and hard into her, his cock hitting the back of her throat, tears coming to her eyes. It was relentless, there was no escape, and she was gasping for air. Trying to get enough oxygen into her to not pass out. But she could feel his desire, feel his need, his response to HER. His arousal was intense. And she could feel herself responding to it. She could feel her vagina expanding and contracting, opening with each thrust into her mouth, and closing back as he withdrew.
Nikki could feel the cum rumbling up from Harry’s balls. His hands were tighter on her head and he was thrusting even more deeply into her. She was struggling to stay upright. It was only his hands on her that were keeping her from falling. She could hear him moaning, rhythmically in time to each thrust. And then his hands clamped to the back of her head, he pushed one more time into her, and erupted – so deep into her that the cum splashed the back of her throat and she didn’t even have an opportunity to decide if she wanted to swallow or not, she had to.
Her body echoed his climax. Her cunt spasming, her throat tightening, all her muscles tightening. Not a full orgasm, but a little mini one – her body rigid with tension and then relaxing into it. She sucked the last drops out of him. Eagerly, willingly, thinking of Mark. He pushed her head back, pulling out of her. She extended her tongue to get the last couple of drops and then sat back on her heels looking up at him.
“Excellent mouth, Carl. One of the best I’ve seen in recent years. You can just tell she likes it.” Harry was adjusting himself, putting his cock back into his pants, zipping up. All matter of fact. “We don’t have time now, but you should ask Mark if he’ll let you come back and get a piece.”
Nikki gazed down. The glow of her successful completion of the task replaced, at least in part, by the humiliation of being reminded that anybody could use her at any time. That she was just an object, a plaything, to be passed from one person to another. But at the same time feeling herself respond, sexually, to that concept. Confusing.
There was a knock at the door, and then Mark was there.
“Ahh, Mark.” Harry’s voice was warm in greeting. “You’ve done an excellent job here. Quite an accomplished slave. She did a good job on the poses, but it’s her mouth you should really be proud of. Well done!”
“Why thank you Harry.” There was that deference in his tone, again. So shocking to Nikki who was used to him commanding and authoritative. “She’s a natural talent. We’ve only had her for 6 weeks.”
“Well, good job. She should fetch a fine price. And I was just saying to Carl that he should come back and get some on his own.”
“You know that you are both welcome whenever you would like. We do need to keep her fresh for the Market, so give me a little advance warning and we’ll clear her schedule. I’m so glad you could make it down here for this.”
And then the two of them were shaking hands with Mark and everybody was bidding each other farewell. Nikki could taste Harry’s cum in her mouth. Could hear his commands ringing in her head. Could feel his fingers testing her wetness. She was replaying the evening’s events over and over in her mind.
Finally the door closed behind them and Mark turned to her. “Oh, sweetie. I am so proud of you! I could see you losing yourself into your service. It was truly a beautiful thing to behold. Now come into my arms.” He spread his arms and she practically ran into them, feeling enfolded and warm, his approval flowing over her. “Really, you were wonderful. But now it is time for bed.”
Mark took Nikki by the arm and led her into his sleeping chamber. Allowed her to spread her little pallet on the floor at the foot of his bed. He attached the D rings on her wrist cuffs to the one on her slave collar, her arms trapped in front of her body. And then he attached the leash to her collar ring and to the leg of the bed, forcing her down onto the pallet.
“I’m going to let you sleep with the taste of a stranger’s cum in your mouth. Get used to it. Over the next days you will be fucked, in the mouth, the ass, the cunt, in every combination and in every way. You will be asked to talk, to reason, to choose. But I will be with you the whole time.” Mark’s voice was reassuring. “Now sleep. You need your rest.”
Nikki closed her eyes, feeling his hand gently stroking her head. She didn’t know what the coming days would hold. But she knew that she didn’t need to worry. She was a slave. Whatever happened was somebody else’s responsibility.
“Get into Nadu, head down, mouth open, legs open, hands resting palms up on your thighs. Do it now” Mark was practically hissing.
Nikki obeyed. Confident that this was something she knew how to do.
Mark opened the door and two men came in. Nikki surreptitiously glanced up. Both men were in their twenties. The one who was clearly in charge (Harry?) was tall, with close cut blond hair. The other one a little shorter, a little more stocky, with darker hair and acne. The shorter one seemed uncomfortable, as if maybe he wasn’t used to this. Harry was clearly at ease.
Mark greeted both men warmly. “Come in come in, Harry, Carl. So glad you could come Carl. Can Nikki get either of you something to drink?” Nikki was used to serving as a waitress, fetch-it girl, general servant and gopher, so this actually felt reassuring. A role she was used to. But it did seem odd for Mark to be so obsequious. These were obviously important people.
“No, no, we’re all set.” Harry spoke for his friend. Odd. “We’re actually in a bit of a hurry.”
“Well then, I’ll leave you to it.” Mark was business like, as if this was perfectly normal that he was going to leaving two men in his private quarters to inspect and be serviced by a slave. Although Nikki realized, it was perfectly normal for him, however odd it seemed to be for her.
Mark closed the door behind him. The click reverberating through Nikki like a thunderclap.
“Well, what have we here. A fresh slave for the market, no?” Harry turned his attention to Nikki. “Carl? Are you ready to take notes? You have to get the report in by 10 am tomorrow.”
“I’m ready Harry!” He sounded more than ready. He sounded positively eager.
Harry stepped over to Nikki. Stroked her head. “Nice soft hair.” He grabbed a handful and yanked. Niki gasped, surprised, and struggling not to raise her hands to her scalp to defend herself.
“Lovely sensitive scalp, but good job accepting my control. That’s a Mark Gold slave for you, classic.” His tone was assessing. Nikki felt like a piece of meat. The humiliation rushed through her and sure enough, brought a pink flush to her skin.
“Oh, and a sweet little blush too!” Harry was almost gleeful in reporting it. “Note that Carl.” Nikki’s shame seemed to expand in her chest. She thought about Mark. Let him fill her mind.
“Now stand, girl.” He addressed himself to Nikki. She shakily climbed to her feet, swaying as she felt his eyes on her appraising. “Turn, I want to see all of you.” Harry’s voice was commanding. She turned, slowly, her buttocks burning with the humiliation of it. Eventually she was facing him.
“Look at me,” Harry commanded her. She raised her eyes. “I want to hear your voice. Are you prepared to answer my questions?”
“Yes, Sir.” She tried to answer eagerly, but her voice cracked.
“Good.” His voice was crisp, professional. Like a job interview or a TV announcer. “Are you a sex slave?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll do whatever I ask?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You revel in your position?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ok, now I want to hear your point of view. What is it about being a slave that you like?”
“Well, Sir, I spent years as a business professional. I was responsible for millions of dollars of business, hundreds of people, and I made decisions that had profound ramifications for people and even industries. People relied on me for so much! As a slave, I am only responsible for pleasure. My future is in my Master’s hands, and I can live in the moment. It is liberating in a perverse, but fascinating way. Oh, and I really enjoy sex.”
Harry and Carl both laughed, Carl’s laugh sounding a bit sinister. “Good answer! And I’m glad to hear it about the sex.” Harry sounded genuinely pleased. “Carl, write down that she is quite the philosopher! Nice voice, good diction, obviously educated.”
“Now,” he continued, “lets look at your body.” Nikki shivered, already feeling his gaze on her. “Stand up.” Nikki stood, a little shakily. “Lets see how you are at following commands.”
“Bend over.” Nikki turned, facing away from him, and bent from the waist, feeling her breasts hanging down. Her face burning. “Spread your legs, show me everything.” Nikki complied, feeling waves of humiliation roll over her. But she focused on Mark. She was doing this for Mark. Submitting to him. He wanted her to do this, it would make him proud. He could even see her.
“Nice fleshy butt, sturdy thighs, seems strong. Seems like she could take a lot.” Harry was directing his comments to Carl. “You getting all this down?”
“Got it Harry. Fleshy butt, sturdy thighs, strong.”
Harry’s hands traced the curve of her hips, ran along her legs. “Muscular back. This is a slave who could serve physically, lift or pull. Skin nice and smooth, but a few bumps – what are these? I guess you should just write small cysts… Good job maintaining position.” He pushed her to the left and right, assessing as she held herself steady.
Nikki felt totally objectified. As if she wasn’t even there. Just a puppet or a doll, being played with by these two friends, being assessed, considered, evaluated. She felt the warm rush of arousal, surprising her, but welling up from her core. She let out a low moan, involuntarily, before she clamped her lips together to silence herself.
“Hmm… and such pretty reactions.” Harry’s voice continued on, describing everything he was touching. And his hand was traveling up her thigh, getting closer, oh, no, he was going to test her, see how wet she was. She knew she was wet. She closed her eyes, as his fingers reached in, touching the moisture. She held herself still and open as she felt his fingers press into her, felt them slide over her liquid wetness. “She’s soaked, Carl! Totally wet. Mark has definitely done a good job with this one.”
Somehow she felt both ashamed and proud. Ashamed, because here was a stranger seeing that he had made her aroused just by pushing her around and talking about her. But proud because she knew this was the reaction Mark had trained her to have, this was the reaction owners wanted from their slaves.
Harry pulled his fingers out, and raised them to his nose, rubbing them together. She could hear the sharp intake as he inhaled, smelling them. “Nice delicate scent.” There was a moment of silence, and then she heard the sound of him pulling the fingers back out of his mouth. “Lovely flavor, bready, nutty. This is real arousal, no stupid lube tricks – I wouldn’t have thought Mark would try something like that, but still, given how wet she was you had to suspect!”
“Now lets run you through a few poses.” Harry’s voice was crisp and commanding. He launched into a set of commands:
“Cunt.” She lay on her back, spread her legs, pushed her hips up to show off her sex to the greatest possible extent.
“Spread.” She reached her hands down and separated her labia.
“Mouth.” She kneeled up and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.
“Breasts.” She cupped each breast in a hand and raised them up towards Harry.
Each of the poses was familiar to her. She felt comfortable, calm, centered. She knew what to do and concentrated on doing it the best possible. Holding her body steady, Keeping each pose exactly the way she was taught to. He moved her through another dozen poses.
“Good job moving through the poses. Not the most graceful slave I’ve ever seen, but what she lacks in grace, she makes up for in willingness. Lovely attitude.” Harry reached down again, and in one fluid motion, thrust two fingers deep into her vagina. She held steady, even if her breath was expelled sharply from her lungs. “And still wet, maybe even wetter. She definitely enjoys being a slave. Don’t you, girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nikki’s voice seemed to come from outside her body.
“Now lets see how well he’s trained your mouth. On your knees in front of me, girl.” Harry’s hands were on his belt. Nikki knew what was coming. She was prepared.
And there it was, his cock was in front of her face. It was semi-erect, the head looking slightly swollen, pointed down. It was like Mark’s, but different too. She inhaled deeply. The scent of cock – sweat, urine, old cum, yeasty, earthy, and oh so masculine. Surprising how a penis can look so different yet so similar.
She opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took him inside her. She could feel his cock react to the warm heat of her mouth. She could feel him growing, the blood flowing to his sex. Could feel the texture changing, the surface getting smoother, the head swelling, the veins starting to stand out. She could feel the ridge of the head, rounded and spongy. What an amazing thing. Just on the face of it, amazing. The transformation from that (soft, vulnerable, flaccid), to this (hard, urgent, swollen), all in a manner of moments and all because of her. Incredible.
But now that he was hard, she started to really work, the way that Mark had taught her. She slid her lips up and down the shaft, rubbing her tongue along the bottom, tracing the large vein and then fluttering over the spot, right below the head, where all the nerves come together. She let the head pop in and out of her mouth over her swollen lips. She kept her lips around two thirds of the way down the shaft and just moved her tongue. She swirled her tongue over him, slurping and sucking with her lips. She moved her head and her tongue. She took him all the way in, so that her lips were flush with his pelvis, and then slid almost all the way out, so his head was just inside her lips. She moved up and down.
Then she tasted it. Pre-cum. The flavor pungent and salty. Masculine. Delicious. And she wanted more. She started to really move. Sliding faster, sucking, licking, trying to take more of him into her. She was moving her head, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her mouth wrapped around him.
But Harry wasn’t ready to cum yet. “Hey, slow down, girl!” He grabbed her head and physically restrained her. Gripped her tight with both hands and slowed her down. She felt the restraint of his hands, felt her submission, and settled into his rhythm. He slid her back and forth on him. Pushing into her, and drawing back out. She continued to use her tongue and her lips, steady pressure and suction. His cock was sliding in and out and she felt that they could go on forever.
Then his urgency started to build. He was thrusting harder, deeper. Each stroke going deep into her and cutting off her breath. Ooo, but it felt good. Nikki could feel each thrust in two places: in her mouth, yes, but also in her cunt. A deep, hot presence inside her.
He was pushing deep and hard into her, his cock hitting the back of her throat, tears coming to her eyes. It was relentless, there was no escape, and she was gasping for air. Trying to get enough oxygen into her to not pass out. But she could feel his desire, feel his need, his response to HER. His arousal was intense. And she could feel herself responding to it. She could feel her vagina expanding and contracting, opening with each thrust into her mouth, and closing back as he withdrew.
Nikki could feel the cum rumbling up from Harry’s balls. His hands were tighter on her head and he was thrusting even more deeply into her. She was struggling to stay upright. It was only his hands on her that were keeping her from falling. She could hear him moaning, rhythmically in time to each thrust. And then his hands clamped to the back of her head, he pushed one more time into her, and erupted – so deep into her that the cum splashed the back of her throat and she didn’t even have an opportunity to decide if she wanted to swallow or not, she had to.
Her body echoed his climax. Her cunt spasming, her throat tightening, all her muscles tightening. Not a full orgasm, but a little mini one – her body rigid with tension and then relaxing into it. She sucked the last drops out of him. Eagerly, willingly, thinking of Mark. He pushed her head back, pulling out of her. She extended her tongue to get the last couple of drops and then sat back on her heels looking up at him.
“Excellent mouth, Carl. One of the best I’ve seen in recent years. You can just tell she likes it.” Harry was adjusting himself, putting his cock back into his pants, zipping up. All matter of fact. “We don’t have time now, but you should ask Mark if he’ll let you come back and get a piece.”
Nikki gazed down. The glow of her successful completion of the task replaced, at least in part, by the humiliation of being reminded that anybody could use her at any time. That she was just an object, a plaything, to be passed from one person to another. But at the same time feeling herself respond, sexually, to that concept. Confusing.
There was a knock at the door, and then Mark was there.
“Ahh, Mark.” Harry’s voice was warm in greeting. “You’ve done an excellent job here. Quite an accomplished slave. She did a good job on the poses, but it’s her mouth you should really be proud of. Well done!”
“Why thank you Harry.” There was that deference in his tone, again. So shocking to Nikki who was used to him commanding and authoritative. “She’s a natural talent. We’ve only had her for 6 weeks.”
“Well, good job. She should fetch a fine price. And I was just saying to Carl that he should come back and get some on his own.”
“You know that you are both welcome whenever you would like. We do need to keep her fresh for the Market, so give me a little advance warning and we’ll clear her schedule. I’m so glad you could make it down here for this.”
And then the two of them were shaking hands with Mark and everybody was bidding each other farewell. Nikki could taste Harry’s cum in her mouth. Could hear his commands ringing in her head. Could feel his fingers testing her wetness. She was replaying the evening’s events over and over in her mind.
Finally the door closed behind them and Mark turned to her. “Oh, sweetie. I am so proud of you! I could see you losing yourself into your service. It was truly a beautiful thing to behold. Now come into my arms.” He spread his arms and she practically ran into them, feeling enfolded and warm, his approval flowing over her. “Really, you were wonderful. But now it is time for bed.”
Mark took Nikki by the arm and led her into his sleeping chamber. Allowed her to spread her little pallet on the floor at the foot of his bed. He attached the D rings on her wrist cuffs to the one on her slave collar, her arms trapped in front of her body. And then he attached the leash to her collar ring and to the leg of the bed, forcing her down onto the pallet.
“I’m going to let you sleep with the taste of a stranger’s cum in your mouth. Get used to it. Over the next days you will be fucked, in the mouth, the ass, the cunt, in every combination and in every way. You will be asked to talk, to reason, to choose. But I will be with you the whole time.” Mark’s voice was reassuring. “Now sleep. You need your rest.”
Nikki closed her eyes, feeling his hand gently stroking her head. She didn’t know what the coming days would hold. But she knew that she didn’t need to worry. She was a slave. Whatever happened was somebody else’s responsibility.
Ready?
Nikki had been in training for about six weeks when Mark, her trainer, told her she was ready.
It was after dinner. She had brought him his dinner on her knees, breasts wobbling as she carried the plates in. She had kneeled on the floor by his side while he ate, he idly stroking her hair from time to time. Once feeding her a little scrap of bread from his hand. She watched him carefully. Refilled his water glass when it needed refilling. Replaced his napkin in his lap after he wiped his face. She was focused on him and his needs, and knew he approved of that. After he had finished, he had placed his plate with his left over food on the floor and she had eagerly leaned over, hands clasped behind her back to carefully clean it off with her mouth, licking all the sauce, eating the scraps of fat he had rejected, the ends of the carrots, the brown piece of lettuce, his garbage. She cleaned the plate completely.
“Good girl.” Mark was obviously proud of how he had taught her. How capable she was. How willing, how submissive. And it was impressive. Nikki had gone from being a total city-girl, demanding, exigent, business-like, to this. And she felt the submission through her body, tingles traveling up her back, warmth covering her. His hand on her head was a pleasure that was hardly describable. His approval of her efforts made her happy, gave her joy.
He wiped her face with the napkin, even though she had barely gotten any food on it. She had extended her tongue and cleaned the plate with that. Held her chin up. Looked her in the eye. “You’ve come so far, girl. You are really an obedient, good slave now. You know that, don’t you?”
Nikki smiled in response, knowing he wasn’t expecting her to speak. Would ask her to, if he wanted to. Knowing that all that was expected of her was her joyful compliance.
“You’re ready. Ready to go out into the world. The administration is going to put you up for auction at one of the upcoming sales.”
Nikki’s eyes widened. Yes she knew this was coming. She saw the girls being prepared for the events, and then knew that they disappeared. Heard the whispered gossip “Cindy’s gone to New York, Cheryl was bought by a house in L.A.” But Nikki had been so absorbed by her training that she hadn’t really thought about the future. Hadn’t considered the specifics of what was going to happen. Hadn’t contemplated leaving Mark. Her eyes welled up in tears.
“Oh, beautiful, hun. Yes, feel it. I know. Let the emotion fill you, it only makes you more attractive.” Mark’s voice was soothing. “I know it’s hard. We’ve become quite attached haven’t we.” He reached down, capturing her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it. Twisting just to the edge of pain. “But I’ll be with you. In your mind. I’ve taught you everything I know. You are ready. And I’ll be there, guiding you, showing you how to act. You can think back to me, and know you are making me very happy. And that you have made me rich, rich in memories, but also rich because of how valuable I have made you. You will fetch a fine price at the market. Everyone will know you are one of mine.”
Nikki looked up at Mark. She had grown so close to him. He controlled everything, what she ate, what she drank, her bowel movements, her urine, her thoughts, her feelings. He was like an orchestra conductor, and she was the instrument. Giving her joy, or pain. Teaching her, showing her. And rewarding her for pleasing him. Most of all, being in charge. She didn’t know what she would do without that.
“Don’t worry, girl. All of the buyers here know what to expect when they get one of my slaves. They will guide you, provide the structure that you need. You won’t be left on your own.” He smoothed her brow. “Now sit back on your heels, in Nadu, but looking at me. And open yourself to what I’m going to tell you. I’m not going to tell you everything, just the first part, you’ll learn more as we go along.”
And he started to tell her.
“Over the next few days, we’ll have a few visitors. They will be testing you. Evaluating you. Seeing if you meet their requirements. And rating you. Their comments and evaluations will be part of your portfolio, available to all bidders prior to the actual auction. They may choose to bid themselves, or just use you during this process. But you must treat each one as if he or she were your Master or Mistress. This is critical, because one bad review can damage you for this whole auction season.”
Mark looked searchingly at Nikki. “Do you understand me?”
She nodded.
“And do not think that you can hold on to what we have been doing here by performing badly during this evaluation. If you do not succeed at this auction, you will no longer be a Mark Gold slave. I have faith in you, and that is why I chose to train you. But you fuck up now, and I will pass you off to one of the junior trainers for the next auction. You will no longer have my endorsement, and I assure you, you won’t appreciate the differences.”
“Do you understand me?” Mark repeated.
Once again Nikki nodded. Her body tingling, the intensity of his words penetrating into her core. This was serious. One of the most difficult tasks she had ever had to accomplish.
“OK, good.” Mark seemed pleased with her responses. And he continued on.
“Just behave as I have taught you and act naturally. Do not try to be something you aren’t. The clients will appreciate your intelligence and your emotions. Everything you feel plays out in your face, it is charming and natural. They don’t want a robot or an automaton. They want a girl; trained, attentive, willing, but human. Feeling, thinking, struggling with her submission. They want to see your efforts. Hear it in your voice, feel it in your actions and reactions. If you feel revulsion at something you are asked to do, you do it, as I have taught you, but don’t try to hide what you are feeling.”
“Do you understand me?” Mark once again looked for her acceptance. He could see in the depth of her eyes, the set of her jaw, the way her back straightened, that she was absorbing his comments, considering them, and accepting them. She really was ready.
“There will be no abuse. You will be beaten, humiliated, degraded, yes. But no permanent damage, no burning, no cutting, no broken bones. You will not be marked – no tattoos, brands, or piercing.”
Somehow this didn’t seem very reassuring to Nikki. It hadn’t occurred to her that she might be tattooed, branded, or pierced.
“You seem worried, girl. Tell me what is on your mind.” Mark cupped Nikki’s cheek, looking at her tenderly. He had done everything for her over the last six weeks. Washed her, fed her, dressed her (for those few times she had had clothing), made her cum, he had also beaten her, commanded her, instructed her. He had been her world.
“Oh, Sir. I didn’t realize it would be so soon. I…” her voice trailed off. She looked up at him. He was waiting for her to go on, just looking down at her kindly. “I am going to miss you, Sir. I don’t know… I, I…”
“Go on, girl, tell me all of it.”
“I’m so used to obeying you, Sir. I’m not sure I can be as obedient with another. What if I fail you? What if I can’t live up to your expectations? What if I’m not good enough.” Tears came back to her eyes.
“Nikki. Listen to me.” He lifted her chin once more to hold her gaze to his, his grip on her firm and demanding. “You are good enough. You are wonderful. You are ready. I am proud of you. And more than that, you will be obeying me every time you obey one of their commands. It will be my voice commanding you, my hands touching you, my cock penetrating you. Because I have trained you. I have taught you. I have made you the submissive you are today.
“And,” he continued. “I will be watching.”
She looked up in surprise.
“These first few times, I will be in the next room, behind a one way mirror. I will be watching everything that happens. So not only will there be their report, there will be mine, my observations, my thoughts, and my criticism. I will give you instructions, sometimes specific to the situation, sometimes general, and I will observe you closely to see how you do. I will be present.”
Somehow Nikki found this reassuring. She could always focus on Mark, watching from the next room, just as she had focused on him in so many ways over the past weeks.
“We are going to start right now.” Mark’s voice was matter of fact, but Nikki was taken aback.
“Now???” Her voice was hesitant. This was usually time for an obedience lesson. After dinner Mark would play little games with her, having her fetch balls on her hands and knees, or do things with her mouth, or just assume different positions for him.
Mark looked at his watch. “Yes, my friend Harry will be here in about 10 minutes. He’s easy to please. All he really wants is to use your mouth. He will expect you to obey him. But he probably will only want to inspect you, and then have you suck him. I think on average he spends 15 minutes with each of the girls, so this shouldn’t be too taxing for you. Use your tongue as I have instructed you. Follow his lead. Do what he asks. And he will write you a good report. Sometimes he brings a friend, and dictates his feedback on the spot, to make it faster for him, so don’t be surprised if he does that. Sometimes slaves find that more humiliating. But I think it will be good for you, because you’ll get some positive feedback on the spot, and I think that will feed your confidence. In fact, if he doesn’t bring a friend I’ll offer to do it for him.”
He continued, “You are ready, girl. I know you are. But I want to hear you say it.” Mark’s voice was soft, but intense.
“Yes, Sir. I am ready.” Nikki replied, steadily.
“Ready for what, Nikki? I want to hear all of it.”
“I am ready to suck your friends’ cock, Sir.” She looked up at him, he seemed to want more. “I am ready to show myself to him. I am ready to obey him.”
“Go on.” Mark urged her, his hands now holding her head, tilting her face up to him.
“I am ready to take pleasure in my subservience. Ready to serve. Ready to be useful. Ready to be auctioned.”
“Good girl!” Mark was clearly pleased. “Now come over here and lay your head in my lap. I want to feel you.”
Nikki moved over to her trainer, and lay her head on his lap. His hands gently played with her hair. Stroking her, comforting her, calming her.
“Yes hun. You please me a lot.”
They remained like this for a while. She leaned against his leg, he stroked her head. Intimate, sweet. With a tinge of sadness tonight, as they both knew that their time together was coming to an end
Finally, there was a knock on the door.
It was after dinner. She had brought him his dinner on her knees, breasts wobbling as she carried the plates in. She had kneeled on the floor by his side while he ate, he idly stroking her hair from time to time. Once feeding her a little scrap of bread from his hand. She watched him carefully. Refilled his water glass when it needed refilling. Replaced his napkin in his lap after he wiped his face. She was focused on him and his needs, and knew he approved of that. After he had finished, he had placed his plate with his left over food on the floor and she had eagerly leaned over, hands clasped behind her back to carefully clean it off with her mouth, licking all the sauce, eating the scraps of fat he had rejected, the ends of the carrots, the brown piece of lettuce, his garbage. She cleaned the plate completely.
“Good girl.” Mark was obviously proud of how he had taught her. How capable she was. How willing, how submissive. And it was impressive. Nikki had gone from being a total city-girl, demanding, exigent, business-like, to this. And she felt the submission through her body, tingles traveling up her back, warmth covering her. His hand on her head was a pleasure that was hardly describable. His approval of her efforts made her happy, gave her joy.
He wiped her face with the napkin, even though she had barely gotten any food on it. She had extended her tongue and cleaned the plate with that. Held her chin up. Looked her in the eye. “You’ve come so far, girl. You are really an obedient, good slave now. You know that, don’t you?”
Nikki smiled in response, knowing he wasn’t expecting her to speak. Would ask her to, if he wanted to. Knowing that all that was expected of her was her joyful compliance.
“You’re ready. Ready to go out into the world. The administration is going to put you up for auction at one of the upcoming sales.”
Nikki’s eyes widened. Yes she knew this was coming. She saw the girls being prepared for the events, and then knew that they disappeared. Heard the whispered gossip “Cindy’s gone to New York, Cheryl was bought by a house in L.A.” But Nikki had been so absorbed by her training that she hadn’t really thought about the future. Hadn’t considered the specifics of what was going to happen. Hadn’t contemplated leaving Mark. Her eyes welled up in tears.
“Oh, beautiful, hun. Yes, feel it. I know. Let the emotion fill you, it only makes you more attractive.” Mark’s voice was soothing. “I know it’s hard. We’ve become quite attached haven’t we.” He reached down, capturing her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it. Twisting just to the edge of pain. “But I’ll be with you. In your mind. I’ve taught you everything I know. You are ready. And I’ll be there, guiding you, showing you how to act. You can think back to me, and know you are making me very happy. And that you have made me rich, rich in memories, but also rich because of how valuable I have made you. You will fetch a fine price at the market. Everyone will know you are one of mine.”
Nikki looked up at Mark. She had grown so close to him. He controlled everything, what she ate, what she drank, her bowel movements, her urine, her thoughts, her feelings. He was like an orchestra conductor, and she was the instrument. Giving her joy, or pain. Teaching her, showing her. And rewarding her for pleasing him. Most of all, being in charge. She didn’t know what she would do without that.
“Don’t worry, girl. All of the buyers here know what to expect when they get one of my slaves. They will guide you, provide the structure that you need. You won’t be left on your own.” He smoothed her brow. “Now sit back on your heels, in Nadu, but looking at me. And open yourself to what I’m going to tell you. I’m not going to tell you everything, just the first part, you’ll learn more as we go along.”
And he started to tell her.
“Over the next few days, we’ll have a few visitors. They will be testing you. Evaluating you. Seeing if you meet their requirements. And rating you. Their comments and evaluations will be part of your portfolio, available to all bidders prior to the actual auction. They may choose to bid themselves, or just use you during this process. But you must treat each one as if he or she were your Master or Mistress. This is critical, because one bad review can damage you for this whole auction season.”
Mark looked searchingly at Nikki. “Do you understand me?”
She nodded.
“And do not think that you can hold on to what we have been doing here by performing badly during this evaluation. If you do not succeed at this auction, you will no longer be a Mark Gold slave. I have faith in you, and that is why I chose to train you. But you fuck up now, and I will pass you off to one of the junior trainers for the next auction. You will no longer have my endorsement, and I assure you, you won’t appreciate the differences.”
“Do you understand me?” Mark repeated.
Once again Nikki nodded. Her body tingling, the intensity of his words penetrating into her core. This was serious. One of the most difficult tasks she had ever had to accomplish.
“OK, good.” Mark seemed pleased with her responses. And he continued on.
“Just behave as I have taught you and act naturally. Do not try to be something you aren’t. The clients will appreciate your intelligence and your emotions. Everything you feel plays out in your face, it is charming and natural. They don’t want a robot or an automaton. They want a girl; trained, attentive, willing, but human. Feeling, thinking, struggling with her submission. They want to see your efforts. Hear it in your voice, feel it in your actions and reactions. If you feel revulsion at something you are asked to do, you do it, as I have taught you, but don’t try to hide what you are feeling.”
“Do you understand me?” Mark once again looked for her acceptance. He could see in the depth of her eyes, the set of her jaw, the way her back straightened, that she was absorbing his comments, considering them, and accepting them. She really was ready.
“There will be no abuse. You will be beaten, humiliated, degraded, yes. But no permanent damage, no burning, no cutting, no broken bones. You will not be marked – no tattoos, brands, or piercing.”
Somehow this didn’t seem very reassuring to Nikki. It hadn’t occurred to her that she might be tattooed, branded, or pierced.
“You seem worried, girl. Tell me what is on your mind.” Mark cupped Nikki’s cheek, looking at her tenderly. He had done everything for her over the last six weeks. Washed her, fed her, dressed her (for those few times she had had clothing), made her cum, he had also beaten her, commanded her, instructed her. He had been her world.
“Oh, Sir. I didn’t realize it would be so soon. I…” her voice trailed off. She looked up at him. He was waiting for her to go on, just looking down at her kindly. “I am going to miss you, Sir. I don’t know… I, I…”
“Go on, girl, tell me all of it.”
“I’m so used to obeying you, Sir. I’m not sure I can be as obedient with another. What if I fail you? What if I can’t live up to your expectations? What if I’m not good enough.” Tears came back to her eyes.
“Nikki. Listen to me.” He lifted her chin once more to hold her gaze to his, his grip on her firm and demanding. “You are good enough. You are wonderful. You are ready. I am proud of you. And more than that, you will be obeying me every time you obey one of their commands. It will be my voice commanding you, my hands touching you, my cock penetrating you. Because I have trained you. I have taught you. I have made you the submissive you are today.
“And,” he continued. “I will be watching.”
She looked up in surprise.
“These first few times, I will be in the next room, behind a one way mirror. I will be watching everything that happens. So not only will there be their report, there will be mine, my observations, my thoughts, and my criticism. I will give you instructions, sometimes specific to the situation, sometimes general, and I will observe you closely to see how you do. I will be present.”
Somehow Nikki found this reassuring. She could always focus on Mark, watching from the next room, just as she had focused on him in so many ways over the past weeks.
“We are going to start right now.” Mark’s voice was matter of fact, but Nikki was taken aback.
“Now???” Her voice was hesitant. This was usually time for an obedience lesson. After dinner Mark would play little games with her, having her fetch balls on her hands and knees, or do things with her mouth, or just assume different positions for him.
Mark looked at his watch. “Yes, my friend Harry will be here in about 10 minutes. He’s easy to please. All he really wants is to use your mouth. He will expect you to obey him. But he probably will only want to inspect you, and then have you suck him. I think on average he spends 15 minutes with each of the girls, so this shouldn’t be too taxing for you. Use your tongue as I have instructed you. Follow his lead. Do what he asks. And he will write you a good report. Sometimes he brings a friend, and dictates his feedback on the spot, to make it faster for him, so don’t be surprised if he does that. Sometimes slaves find that more humiliating. But I think it will be good for you, because you’ll get some positive feedback on the spot, and I think that will feed your confidence. In fact, if he doesn’t bring a friend I’ll offer to do it for him.”
He continued, “You are ready, girl. I know you are. But I want to hear you say it.” Mark’s voice was soft, but intense.
“Yes, Sir. I am ready.” Nikki replied, steadily.
“Ready for what, Nikki? I want to hear all of it.”
“I am ready to suck your friends’ cock, Sir.” She looked up at him, he seemed to want more. “I am ready to show myself to him. I am ready to obey him.”
“Go on.” Mark urged her, his hands now holding her head, tilting her face up to him.
“I am ready to take pleasure in my subservience. Ready to serve. Ready to be useful. Ready to be auctioned.”
“Good girl!” Mark was clearly pleased. “Now come over here and lay your head in my lap. I want to feel you.”
Nikki moved over to her trainer, and lay her head on his lap. His hands gently played with her hair. Stroking her, comforting her, calming her.
“Yes hun. You please me a lot.”
They remained like this for a while. She leaned against his leg, he stroked her head. Intimate, sweet. With a tinge of sadness tonight, as they both knew that their time together was coming to an end
Finally, there was a knock on the door.
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