Installation

Susan took over for Mark when the slaves got back from their walk. She made sure they were cleaned up and fed and that they had a chance to rest. But she also ensured that they didn’t have the slightest opportunity to satisfy themselves, not even by rubbing against the bed or the edge of a counter or squeezing their legs together. She kept them in that state, right below the point were they could take themselves over. The state where it was just not possible to do it on their own. So frustrating!

Nikki liked Susan more and more. She was efficient and professional, handling all four slaves at once, but also tender and caring. She had a special way about her. Nikki wasn’t surprised that Susan had been able to train both Sunil and Tanuja simultaneously.

Susan had told them they were going to be in ropes tonight. Nikki had done this before, It was a form of Japanese rope bondage, binding each slave with a single 40 foot length of rope. It was very intense. Mark was due back any moment and he was going to do her ropes. Susan was going to do the two Indians, and Tony would be back to do Oliver. To get the ropes perfect took some time.

After all of the trainers had assembled, Mark took Nikki aside.

“You are going to look so beautiful.” He said as he doubled over the 40 foot length of rope. “I can’t wait for this to be complete.” He put the loop over her head and pinched the two sides together between her breasts. He slid it back off, still holding on, and made a slip knot in exactly that spot. “At the same time, I so enjoy the process, particularly when you are already aroused, as I know you are.” He deposited a small kiss on Nikki’s neck and she shivered.

Mark made four more knots about 3 inches apart, then slipped the loop back over Nikki’s head.

“Put your arms up, you can rest your hands on top of your head if you want.”

Nikki felt vulnerable. Her breasts were pulled up and out in this position. Mark tapped her leg to make her spread them a little more. She did it. Now she was standing with her legs spread and her arms up over her head. Whew.

Mark passed the cord between her legs and ran it up her back, along her spine. It wasn’t tight against her pussy, yet, but she knew it would be when he was done. For now, he just threaded the two ends through the back of the loop he had put over Nikki’s head. Now she had a circle of rope that extended from her neck down the front of her body and then back up her back.

Mark stood in front of Nikki and reached behind her to split the two strands of rope and passed them under her arms to the front of her body. They formed an upside down V at the top of her back. He threaded the ends through the rope that was hanging down from her neck, above her breasts, so above the first knot that he had made. The vertical ropes on the front of her body were now separated a bit and a double horizontal line had been created.

Mark reached behind Nikki and crossed the two ropes, wrapping her completely. He pulled them back to the front and held them taut. Now he threaded them under her breasts and through the space below the first knot in the horizontal ropes. They pulled the horizontal ropes apart, making a little diamond shape between Nikki’s breasts and creating two more horizontal lines right below her breasts. They actually supported her breasts a little, holding them between the first wrap and this second one.

Mark reached behind her again, and again crossed the ropes, wrapping her a second time. He pulled them back to the front and threaded them through the space below the second knot. This created a second diamond shape at the center of Nikki’s ribs. He pulled them taut.

Nikki felt the ropes, tight around her mid section. She could feel her breasts held up, her ribs held together. It felt almost like a hug. And when Mark leaned forward a third time, his shirt grazing her nipples, she gasped.

“Hold yourself together, girl. Deep breaths.” Mark was serious. “I’m sorry I touched your nipples. I won’t do it again. I know you have a hair trigger – and I’m not going to let you cum. It is not going to happen, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, girl.”

But he was wrapping the cord around a fourth time, this time the ropes digging into her waist. The feeling was intense.

The fifth time, the ropes were right across her lower belly and the sixth time they were almost at her pubis. This sixth wrap was below the last knot, so it held open the vertical ropes that he had passed through her legs. The ropes dug up into her crotch, literally holding her labia open and then coming together to run over her anus.

At this point Mark tied the ropes in the back in a bow. He went back over his work, tightening all the sections, getting any slack out of the system.

It was amazing. Nikki felt completely contained. As if she had been in a full body latex suit or a leather corset. But it was just 40 feet of rope. 40 feet of rope very cleverly positioned to completely contain her. She could feel it on her breasts, her ribs, her waist, her belly, her cunt, her asshole. It seemed like it was everywhere. She could feel it with each breath and with each movement. She could feel her body undulating into it, could feel it massaging her flesh.

“Yes, my girl. Feel it. It is but a symbol of your bondage. You feel that don’t you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Nikki glanced over at the other slaves. She couldn’t believe how wonderful they looked. The white rope standing out on the dark skin of the Indian pair. The boys cocks wrapped in rope making their erections look even larger. It was striking and intensely erotic.

Susan clapped her hands. “Excellent job, all of you. You look wonderful.”

The other trainers look pleased.

“We are going to go to the venue now. Mark and Tony, I’m going to need your help with the installation, so please come along.”

The installation? Nikki had no idea what that meant, but it sounded ominous. What the hell could it mean? They were going to be installed?

The slaves were hustled along the corridors to a lovely room that was often used for themed get-togethers. It was spectacularly decorated, long tables had been set up, laden with food. There were ice sculptures, and a little raised platform where there was obviously going to be some kind of a chamber music group. The fabrics were opulent, the flowers elaborate and plentiful. It looked great.

There were four metal poles prominently featured. Each had a little clear area around it, with no tables, no chairs, no decorations. Suddenly Nikki thought she knew what they meant by installation. And she was scared.

Sure enough, they installed Oliver first. Susan stayed with the other three slaves while Mark and Tony brought Oliver over to one of the poles. They unscrewed the pole from the base, had Oliver bend at the waist, and then they threaded the pole up the crossed ropes on his back, and then put it back into the base, now attaching Oliver. The ropes were even tighter now, digging into Oliver’s flesh, and the pole was running up his back, between his buttocks and along his spine.

Nikki gasped. That was what they were going to do to her! Oh, could she take it, being on display like that? She wasn’t sure. Oh!

Tony was fiddling with something else. It was some kind of arm support. A v shaped piece of metal that attached to the pole and ran under Oliver’s arms, a little lower than would be comfortable if Oliver was standing up straight. It made Oliver bend his legs a bit at the knee, spread them. Tony wrapped a couple of short pieces of rope around to hold his arms in place, his hands facing up. He looked so vulnerable like that.

Then Tony reached up and squeezed Oliver’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth. He slid in a basket with a wide handle. So now the slave was immobilized, silenced, open, and defenseless. He was crisscrossed with ropes, held with his legs apart and bent, his arms open, his mouth supporting the basket. It was a dramatic vision. Nikki could imagine exactly what it felt like, and she knew she would soon be in the same position. A shiver ran down her spine.

Now it was Tanuja’s turn. Nikki watched as Susan brought her forward. Tony stayed with Sunil and Nikki as Mark and Susan unscrewed the second pole. Tanuja was bent at the waist, her breasts hung down and Nikki could see her pussy open as well. The two trainers threaded the pole up the crossed ropes along Tanuja’s back. The metal right next to her skin, separating the two vertical ropes.

Tanuja was straightened to standing and the pole screwed back in. The look on her face was moving; it was a cross between fear and excitement. She was clearly aroused – her nipples hard, her mouth open, her eyes wide. But she also seemed slightly frantic. The containment was good, but also scary. She couldn’t move. She could feel the ropes with each breath. There was no getting away.

Susan and Mark attached the arm supports, adjusting it so Tanuja’s legs were just so. They strapped her arms in. And then presented her with the basket, allowing her to open her mouth on her own. She did. It swung from her mouth, the weight of it pulling on her jaw. Nikki realized, as she saw it swinging, that it was filled with napkins. Little colored cocktail napkins. She was puzzled. Why? But she knew it was useless to wonder, all of her questions would be answered sooner or later.

When Susan and Mark were done, they returned to the slaves and Mark and Tony took Nikki by the arms. It was her turn! She was going to be installed. She felt strange. Aroused, yes. She had been aroused all day, and she could feel the open, wet, warm, feeling at her core. But something else too. Not just fear, almost panic. A claustrophobic feeling. She felt almost like she was going to pass out.

The next minutes were almost a blur. She was being bent over. The pole put up her back, she could feel it cold and hard. It made the ropes so incredibly tight! She could feel them digging into the flesh, could feel the little bulges at her hips and across her belly. She could feel the rope across her rib cage with each breath. She concentrated on sending her breath into her upper lungs, expanding her back ribs where the ropes weren’t as tight, but she could still feel them.

And now her arms were being immobilized. She could feel her legs open, her labia part. She knew everything was visible. Felt the air on her breasts as she breathed. Felt her ass, marked by the beating, and set in relief by the ropes. She opened her mouth when Mark presented her with the basket. Now she could no longer talk. Mark had warned her that she wouldn’t be able to use her voice, her knowledge, or her verbal skills at this evaluation. But it still felt terrible to have that crutch taken away. Now she was just a slave. Just a body, a libido, a set of non-verbal responses. There was nothing else she could do.

“You are doing very well, girl. You look wonderful. I’m sure you will be quite the hit tonight. I’m proud of you.” Mark whispered in Nikki’s ear.

Nikki heard his words, absorbed them, breathed into them. He was right. She was a good slave, words or no words. She was ready for this. She could do it.

Now all three trainers were working on Sunil. His pole was right in front of Nikki so she had a perfect view. She watched them manipulate him, move his body into position, mount him on the pole and she felt every step of the process in her own body. Having just gone through it herself, she could feel each part of it as if it were happening to her. It was almost overwhelming. She could feel her breath quicken. The arousal was intense. She tried to move her hips, but she was completely contained by the ropes and the pole.

“They look beautiful.” Susan was clearly proud of what she and the other trainers had done. “It’s an impressive display.”

Mark reached into a small bag and pulled out four small cigar shaped objects, each on a thick cord with a clip at the end. Nikki tried to focus on them. She realized she they were vibrators. Mark walked to each slave in turn and hooked the vibrator to their waist cord.

“This way the guests can play.” Nikki felt the vibrator hanging down, touching her inner thigh at the end of its cord.

Mark picked it up, turned it on, and touched her with it. Touched her lightly. Too lightly to give her any real pleasure. But she felt the vibration moving first through her nipples, then at the entrance to her vagina. “No, I’m not going to give this to you now!” Mark’s voice was right at her ear. “I just wanted you to see what the guests will have the right to do.”

Nikki moaned and tried to push her hips forward. She felt like one throbbing mass of nerves. She had been aroused all day. Images flowed through her head – Tanjua reaching for her cunt, Ryan about to penetrate Dan, Mark wielding the vibrator. Ohhh! She was so ready. Right on the edge.

Mark backed off and Nikki felt like she could cry. “I’ll go tell Mistress Valerie that they are ready. She can tell the caterers to bring the platters out.”

Suddenly Nikki realized what she was really doing there. She and the other slaves were going to be serving trays! Their hands were positioned this way so that they could have platters posed on them. They were going to be furniture at this party. Inanimate, decorative objects. Elaborately decorated, and beautifully decorative, but pure objects. The drama of it hit Nikki. There was nothing she could do. She was a sex slave. And that meant her owners could choose not to use her just as well as they could choose to use her. There was nothing she could do.

Walk

Mark went to the closet and brought out Nikki’s walking things. First there were the boots. Thick soled and flat healed they were perfect for outdoor walks. They looked like a normal pair of leather hiking boots, except that they extended up over her knees and half way up her thighs. They laced all the way up the front with an incredibly long set of laces. They had been custom made for Nikki, so they were snug at the calf and at the thigh.

Nikki dreaded the boots. They took forever to get on. While they were comfortable, they were heavy and made walking that much harder. But mostly she dreaded them because they meant long walks. She only wore them on days when she would be forced to walk for hours on the trails and paths of the property. It was great exercise, but hard work.

“Hold on to the back of the couch, I’m going to let you stand while I put them on you; give your ass a little bit of a break.” Mark kneeled down in front of her, helping her slide her right foot into the boot. He worked patiently at the laces, starting from the bottom and working his way up, tightening, pulling, molding the boot to her foot. She felt the leather tightening, encasing her. Almost like a caress. It was like her leg was being tightly held in his embrace.

After a good 15 minutes he had both boots on her. The effect was dramatic. The dark leather ending at the top of her thighs, her skin white and creamy above it, the small strip of pubic hair outlining her pubic area. Her hips curved up and out, her waist tapered in, and her breasts hung heavy above the drama of the boots.

“Nice.” Mark walked around behind her now. “Oh! Your ass looks so amazing.” He stood back, admiring his handiwork.

“I’m going to let you go without a skirt. I think your ass will be more comfortable in the open air. And I want everyone to see that you have been punished.” He looked thoughtful for a moment.

“If anybody asks you what happened or why you were punished, you should just say simply, ‘I deserved it.’ Nobody needs to know anything more than that, and it sounds beautifully humble.”

Nikki nodded. “Yes, Sir. I deserved it.” It did sound simple. And it was the truth.

“Now, let me get a corset on you. I want to give your breasts a little support for this walk. You can jiggle, it’s pretty, but not too much.”

Mark got her elastic corset out of the closet. It was a simple garment, one circular piece of elastic, with metal boning that ran vertically every 2-3 inches. It hooked in the front and had buckles in the back for tightening it further. Mark stood in front of her and had her put her hands up over her head while he attached it starting at the top and working his way down. When he was done it held her straight and pushed her breasts up and out from below. The full curve of her breasts and her dark nipples were on display.

Mark took out a big floppy hat and a big bottle of lotion. “I’m going to sunscreen you first. Even though it is early, you can never be too careful.” He rubbed lotion all over her shoulders, her arms, her breasts, the top of her thighs, where the boots ended. He carefully applied it lightly to her sore ass. He even tilted her face up to him and gently rubbed sunscreen on the plane of her cheekbones, her nose, her forehead, her chin, and her neck. Then he put the hat on her head.

“Let’s go.” Mark put on her ordinary collar and leash. She had a moment of sadness missing her beautiful golden collar and her gold leash. But she felt comforted by the everyday nature of this set. It was like she was home.

Mark led her out of the room and down the corridor. The corset holding her up tall, her breasts jiggling with each step, her skin shining slightly from the sunscreen, her ass still stiff. She was aware of the stripes that must still be visible. She felt the heaviness of the boots, the heels clicking on the floor. She thought about what she must look like. Charles was right, she felt even more a slave now that her ass was marked this way. She was embarrassed, but also proud. Embarrassed that the others might think she had been bad, but proud that she had been able to stand it. That she hadn’t passed out until after it was over.

They had now gone out behind the main building. There was an equipment shed, with various training devices. Frankly, she didn’t even like to look at it. There were a bunch of really unpleasant things in there.

Susan was already there with her two slaves, a boy and a girl. Nikki had never met them before. But she was immediately intimidated. They were young. In their early 20s. And so incredibly beautiful. Both dark; straight, thick, black hair and dark skin, big dark eyes. All lean muscles and smooth skin. He was, of course, fully erect. Her breasts were perky and round, young, with incredibly dark nipples, so dark they looked like chocolate.

Ohhh. Nikki immediately felt her imagination go into overdrive. She could see herself with her face between those two pretty breasts, her hands caressing them, her head moving to take one nipple in her mouth, her lips firm on the young flesh. Her fingers gently playing with the other. She could hear the girl’s moans in her head, could feel her responding, her hips moving, her legs parting. She could feel it and she wanted it. Knew her body was reacting, her eyes widening, her mouth opening. Knew Mark would notice.

And sure enough, Mark pulled her up sharply by her leash. “Nikki!” His voice was firm. “Get yourself together.” He tilted her head up so she was no longer staring at the girl’s breasts. “These are Susan’s slaves that will be in your auction group. Their names are Tanuja and Sunil. You will be with them all day today. But let me repeat. There will not be any sexual games today. You will be kept aroused, but not allowed to satisfy yourselves.”

At that moment, and as if this was not enough, Tony arrived with Oliver. Nikki felt him looking at her before she even turned her head to see him. There he was. She felt a jolt, remembering. She glanced down at his cock, saw it jump under her gaze. Remembered it sliding into her. Ohh. She tore her head away before Mark had to correct her again, but she was acutely aware of the fact that Oliver could see the welts on her ass, knew that she had been punished, would be imagining why. She blushed.

“What a pretty color your slave is.” Tony was addressing Mark. He continued. “I understand congratulations are in order.” He paused, “I heard about her ratings from Charles Tilton. Quite impressive.” He patted the younger man on the back. “I’ve never seen something like that. You must be pleased.”

Now Nikki was feeling embarrassed in the other direction. Would the other slaves think she was stuck up? Would they feel more competitive with her? She reddened even further. But when she glanced up at Oliver, he was just grinning at her. And the two new slaves didn’t seem to have noticed the conversation.

“Well, let’s get these slaves going, shall we.” Susan was speaking for the first time. Nikki immediately liked her voice. She was so commanding. Business like, but warm at the same time. Really a lovely combination.

“I’ll take them out.” Mark was volunteering. Nikki was sorry. Mark was a fast walker, and had tremendous stamina. At least if Tony had taken them, maybe they would have gone a slightly more leisurely pace. Plus Mark knew her so well, he knew just how hard to push her.

“Tow rope?” Tony was walking over to the shed.

“Yes, that would be perfect.”

The tow rope was a diabolical invention. It was simple. A long piece of rope that had loops knotted in it for each of the slaves. It ensured that they all walked at the same pace a fixed distance apart, but it was flexible enough to enable each slave to take the lead and set the pace at different points in the walk. The trainer would walk next to the looped slaves, encouraging them with words and the occasional slap. Very effective.

Tony returned with the rope and they were lined up, Oliver in front, then Sunil, then Tanuja, and then Nikki. The rope was placed around their waists, tightened. Then they were given walking sticks, kind of like cross country ski poles. Nikki realized she had the perfect view of Tanjua’s round beautiful ass. She could imagine caressing it, cupping it gently, and then spreading the cheeks, delving into the center of the young woman. She was about to lose herself in the idea of it when she realized she needed to pull herself together, that Mark was watching.

Mark gave them instructions. They were to walk at a brisk pace, use the poles to pick up speed, and keep some slack in the rope. After some time, he would switch the lead. The goal was to keep a very steady pace. Not bang into the slave in front, but not be dragged either. He emphasized that it was up to each of them to keep the pace steady.

And then they were off. Nikki’s boots were heavy. She felt the tension of having to stay on pace. In fact, it required an enormous amount of concentration. Soon after they got started, Sunil was caught short, and he got yanked by Oliver, almost making him fall down, so he sped up, causing Tanuja to speed up, so that when he slowed back to Oliver’s pace, Nikki banged into Tanuja. They readjusted and finally fell into a natural pace.

Soon they were moving along rapidly, breathing hard and sweating, the terrain relatively flat and easy to navigate. As they got further from the main building, the ground got rougher, became more of a trail than a path and required still more concentration. Nikki could feel her muscles working, her body straining, she was pulling the air into her lungs. Her boots landing on small pebbles and loose dirt, sliding, and then gaining footing. Oof. It was hard work.

Mark kept them going fast, pushing them harder, urging them on. Oliver was setting a tough pace. They started up a small incline. Now Nikki was really huffing and puffing. Mark took a turn behind her, still calling out to the whole team to go faster and faster. Nikki redoubled her efforts with her hands and arms, using the poles to get more speed going. She did this kind of walking often enough to know that it really made a difference. She might feel it in her back, but she could keep up better.

At least her ass was feeling better. All of the effort was making her less stiff, her muscles moving steadily, warming up. She could feel the bruises but it wasn’t so bad. Since there were no open wounds, her sweat and the sunscreen weren’t irritating it more.

“Stop!” Mark called out the command. Finally they were switching leaders. Now it was Sunil’s turn. He went to the front and Oliver and Tanuja had to walk side by side, with Nikki taking up the rear. This was harder than the full line configuration because in this way, if Sunil didn’t stay steady it was a real issue. And it was hard for two to walk abreast on the trail.

They fell into step. It hadn’t been much of a break. And now they were going faster. Ohh. Nikki could barely keep up. It was unfair. The others were so much younger and stronger. She was panting and sweating.

Finally, the path opened up on a kind of clearing, with a small cottage and a fenced in yard. Nikki had never been up this way before. It was quite picturesque, the woods opening up, the little house charming and rustic.

“Stop!” Mark called them up short. The four of them stood together in the morning sun, sweating and breathing hard.

“Wait here. I’ll go see if they are at home.” Mark headed off towards the cottage.

Tanuja turned to Nikki. “What happened to you? Your ass?” Her accent was charming – she was clearly Indian with that lovely British accent that comes from going to the best schools in a colonial outpost.

“I was beaten last night.” Nikki tried to keep it simple, but still be open and straightforward.

“Why, what did you do?” Tanjua was clearly fascinated.

“I deserved it.” Nikki was uncomfortable with the brief answer, usually she was much more willing to disclose.

“Oh. Well, it looks beautiful. May I touch it?” Tanuja seemed satisfied enough by the answer, and certainly not turned off by it.

“Of course.” Nikki took a step closer to Tanuja and turned to show her the marks on her ass.

Tanuja reached out and gently ran her hand over Nikki’s bottom. Shivers went up Nikki’s spine. The touch felt so good. It didn’t hurt that Tanuja was so beautiful. Nikki imagined the girl’s breasts moving as she reached towards Nikki’s ass. Nikki couldn’t help herself, she opened her legs to make her sex available to the girl, should she want it. Sure enough, Tanuja responded, moving her hand closer and closer to the center of Nikki’s ass. Soon she was cupping Nikki’s pussy and Nikki was rocking into it, bending her legs and rocking her hips back. Oh, it felt good. She could feel the moisture flowing.

Now Sunil and Oliver had noticed what was happening. They were watching, and Oliver had started to touch his cock. They had their backs to the cottage and were between the girls and the slope, blocking Nikki and Tanuja’s view of the cottage. So none of them noticed that Mark was on his way back up the hill.

“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?” Mark was swatting at them with his poles. “Hands over your heads, right now!”

All four slaves immediately raised their arms to the sky, the poles dangling strangely limp from their wrists.

“Well, I wasn’t sure if I was going to frustrate you further by making you watch Ryan and Dan. But now I definitely am. It will make you regret this little indiscretion I just saw.”

Nikki had no idea what Mark was talking about, but it didn’t sound good.

“Come on down to the cottage.”

All of them tromped down to the cottage and in through the cute little front door. Inside it was cool; Nikki could feel the sweat drying on her body, her muscles starting to tighten again. After the bright sunshine of the clearing, the cottage was so dark it was hard to see. It took a couple of moments, but she could make out a fireplace, a rough hewn table with benches, and an old fashioned canopy bed. There were two incredibly gorgeous, naked, young men sitting at the table. The two men got up as the slaves came in the door.

“These must be your new evaluees, Mark. Very nice.” Ryan and Dan looked the four slaves up and down, appraising. “What would you like us to do for them?”

Mark turned to the four slaves. “Put your poles down by the door and come over here by the table.” The slaves hurried to obey. “On your knees, facing our hosts, and your hands clasped behind your necks. Now.”

Nikki and the others immediately dropped to their knees. Nikki could feel the hard dirt floor, cold air on her pussy. She was confused. Ryan and Dan were clearly slaves, after all they were naked, but they were living here without a Trainer or Master. What was this about? How had they been left like this?

Mark turned to the two men. “It’s your show. Whatever you would like.” Obviously, Mark wasn’t going to provide them with any further explanation. She would just have to live with the ambiguity.

The taller of the two men opened his arms and said “Dan, come.” Simply, but very invitingly. The other man went to him and now they were kissing. The room was dim, but the light just made them look more beautiful. She could see their arms wrapped around each other and she could almost feel the embrace on her own body. Her nipples hardening even further as she imagined the sensation of skin against skin.

The kiss got deeper and deeper. It seemed like the two men were melding into one. Now Ryan dropped his hands to Dan’s hips, holding him closer. From where she was kneeling, Nikki could see Ryan’s penis, long and hard, the skin red and inflamed looking. His cock was not particularly thick, but it was plenty long. As Nikki saw it rubbing against Dan’s stomach, she could easily imagine what it would feel like in her hand. Then Ryan used what looked like a wrestling move, he wrapped one leg around Dan’s outside leg and took Dan down. The two men were on the ground, still kissing, increasingly passionately. Nikki could hear the sounds of it, slurpy and wet.

She felt her body react. Her breath was coming faster now. She was rocking slightly pushing her hips forward. She almost felt like moaning. Oh how she wanted to be Dan! Wanted to have Ryan on top of her. Wanted to be the one whose legs he was pushing apart. She felt the heat of it, watching.

Now Ryan had Dan’s legs totally open, and back. Ryan’s hands were on Dan’s thighs, holding him up and back, as if he was being rolled into a ball. Nikki could see Dan’s ass, open, his anus puckered and pink. She could feel her own anus flutter in response. Mark hadn’t been kidding when he said this was going to be frustrating. She wanted to get up and run over and push Dan to the side, let Ryan hold her thighs open and back, let him put his cock at her opening. She used every ounce of willpower to stay still and continue watching.

“Watch!” Mark slapped Sunil hard on the ass. Nikki hadn’t been paying attention to anything other than Ryan and Dan. But apparently Sunil had not been able to take the tantalizing spectacle and he had looked away. Not acceptable.

Nikki looked back at the pair in front of her. Ryan’s cock was poised right in front of Dan’s asshole. He leaned over and spit a big load of phlegm to help lubricate. Between that and the pre-cum Nikki had seen glistening on Ryan, there should be enough lubrication. Nikki held her breath in anticipation. She wanted to see Ryan’s long cock slide into Dan’s hole.

Ryan was pushing, his ass flexing, and now Dan’s body was yielding. She could see the head of Ryan’s cock enter. Dan’s neck arched back. He was still held in a ball by Ryan’s hands, the larger man’s weight pressing down on Dan’s thighs. But clearly something had changed. There was penetration. And it got deeper and deeper.

Nikki could feel it in her own entrails. She could imagine the feeling of being opened, spread wide, pushed apart. Ohhh. She felt her cunt flutter in sympathy. Meanwhile she saw Ryan getting deeper, he was pushing further in, his ass thrusting, pulling back slightly and then thrusting deeper. Finally, he was in all the way to the hilt. Dan was groaning his cock huge and red, pressed into Ryan’s stomach. Dan reached down and held his own cock in his hand as Ryan continued to fuck him.

Now Ryan was thrusting rhythmically, pulling most of the way out and then ramming his cock home, deep in Dan’s ass. Nikki felt each thrust, as if it were in her. She could hear her own moans, and she could also hear Tanuja next to her. She glanced over at Oliver and Sunil. They were clearly as moved by the view as she was, she could see them rocking their hips, their cocks standing out in front of them.

The smell in the cottage intensified. It was a combination of earth, fire, sweat, and sex. A delicious perfume. Nikki thought, they should bottle this as a new form of musk. Intense sex.

The two men were joined together, grunting. Ryan still thrusting hard, but now each trust accompanied with a sound, the intensity so strong you could cut it with a knife. The slaves were undulating in sympathy. And then Ryan gave two big, hard, fast thrusts and came, with a roar, deep into Dan. Dan moaned, increased the intensity of his own jerking off, and came onto Ryan’s chest.

Ryan and Dan collapsed into a panting heap, kissing, holding each other, moaning. They were covered in sweat and dirt from the floor, cum was spread on Ryan’s chest and leaking from Dan’s ass. A waft of strong cum smell hit Nikki’s nostrils, her olfactory senses firing hard into her brain.

All the slaves felt a little stunned. But they were hardly given a moment to recover. Mark was slapping Tanuja’s ass and saying, “you are in the lead, girl. Let’s head back to the facility.”

That was it? Nikki was stunned. They weren’t going to be given any chance to satisfy themselves or each other, even after that? No further explanation of who Ryan and Dan were or why they were living in the middle of the woods? Mark really hadn’t been kidding. If he wanted them worked up to a frenzy, and frustrated, this was certainly a good way to get there.

Mark hustled them back outside and kept them on a quick pace all the way back. Nikki could only replay the images in her mind -- Ryan’s cock sliding deep, and then deeper, Dan with his legs in the air, his asshole winking, the two men kissing, the cum spurting out of Dan at the very end – and hope for some kind of relief. At least the challenge of the workout, keeping up with the younger slaves, lifting and moving the heavy boots, feeling her muscles working and her sweat running, at least that provided some diversion.

Waking

Nikki woke face down, her arms over her head, her legs spread. She tried to move. Realized that her wrists and ankles were bound. And that her ass was incredibly painful. It all came rushing back, the 13 strokes with Charles’ belt. Each one marking her, cutting her. Digging into her. Creating welts. She could feel the marks now. Almost as vivid as when he had first hit her.

Nikki moaned. She tried to identify where she was, turning her head as much as possible. She was so stiff, it seemed like she could feel each muscle fiber firing as she flexed them. She moaned again, this time louder.

“Ahh… There you are, my sweet.” It was Mark. She must be back in his rooms. Yes, she recognized the feel of his mattress, nice but not as luxurious as the Four Seasons.

“How are you feeling? You blacked out there at the end. And I let you sleep it off. Gave you a little shot of something to ease the pain, but it should be wearing off now. I tied you so you wouldn’t inadvertently turn and lie on your welts.”

“Unhhhh, ummmm, uuuuk.” Nikki felt like there was cotton in her mouth. She couldn’t talk at all and she was incredibly thirsty.

“Here, hun. Have a drink.” Mark was holding a straw to her lips.

Nikki sipped the fluid. It wasn’t water. Tasted funny. She tried to identify the flavor. Oh… it was some kind of medicine in liquid form mixed into a thick fluid, soy milk or a nutritional drink. Gross. But she realized she was hungry. She must have been asleep for a while. She drank more. Being a good girl. Trusting her trainer. It didn’t matter if it was gross, if he wanted her to drink it she needed to drink it.

“You are much better already. It probably still hurts like hell, but the swelling is way down. You’ll have bruises but you should be able to resume your normal activities later today. It’ll feel a bit tender sitting on it and lying on it, but you won’t be doing any damage so you can just breathe through the pain. Let it remind you of your status. Recognize that it only makes you more beautiful.”

Mark sat down on the bed next to her and stroked her hair back from her face. “And Nikki,” this was the first time he had used her name in ages, not just called her slave, or honey, or baby, or some other term of endearment. He must be going to say something important. Nikki took a deep breath and focused herself completely on his words. What was he going to say?

“I am very very proud of you.”

Nikki let the air out of her lungs, breathed and smiled. Her mouth still feeling funny, but somehow everything seeming better. He was happy with her. He wasn’t disappointed. Her mistake with Mike hadn’t ruined her chances. He believed what Charles had said – that her weakness was part of her beauty. That she had only behaved as a sex slave should.

“Yes, hun. I am.” He was still stroking her hair. “Charles gave you the highest rating he has ever given a slave new to the market. His approval is worth an enormous amount. But not only that, he told me that he is going to try to raise the capital to bid on you himself. He is smitten.”

Nikki smiled wider. She knew she had made a special connection with Charles. She felt it. She felt that he knew her, knew her better than, well, better than almost anybody else knew her, possibly even better than Mark did. But she hadn’t been sure it was mutual. Maybe she just felt that it was special, without him feeling that way. It felt like a warm balm to hear that he did.

“He told me all about your little conversation. About the guilt that you have been carrying. It blew me away that he learned all that about you in one evening, when I have spent the last six weeks with you.” Mark shook his head. “That’s why Charles is in such demand as an evaluator. He gets right to the heart of everything.” Mark shook his head again. “It’s humbling. I guess it just shows me how much I have to learn. Maybe when I get to be 71….”

Nikki tried to laugh, but moving her diaphragm like that hurt. She still hurt all over. She tried to focus on the pain, the way Mark had described. To use it. To make it work for her. To remember why she was feeling it. It helped a little. But it still hurt like hell.

Mark stroked her head again. “Baby. Just relax. I want to tell you a little more.”

Nikki melted into his touch. It felt so good, she was tempted to fall asleep. She held herself awake and conscious – she didn’t want to miss a word he was saying.

“Charles will provide a great baseline on your social skills, manners, conversational ability, intelligence, topical knowledge, and self-awareness. It’s fantastic that you got such great ratings in these areas, but frankly it’s not surprising. Given your age and background I wouldn’t have expected anything less.”

“By the way, it is particularly impressive that Charles is going to bid for you. Usually he prides himself on his ability to impart these skills to younger slaves, so he buys those he feels have raw talent and he teaches them – shows them how to behave in a classy restaurant, how to use complex table settings, how to keep a conversation flowing, gives them lessons in basic history, geography, politics. And then resells them for a huge premium. He’s been able to completely self fund his stable of slaves, hasn’t had to spend a penny of his own capital on maintenance, supplies, or any accoutrements, let alone on purchase price.”

“He gets a lot of joy out of developing those slaves, teaching them, bringing them along and being able to quantify the value he’s added. It is very satisfying. Not to mention that he gets good service – all the girls fall in love with him and want to please him. He has some of the most popular fishing retreats in the Atlanta area – he invites a group of guys and has the slaves take care of them all weekend. Nice little hobby, if you ask me.”

“But for him to want a girl like you, who he can’t develop. There has to be something else going on. I think he saw the complexity of your character, and he wants to know more. He’s just hooked.”

Nikki’s feeling of satisfaction increased. Everything Mark was saying made sense. Charles had gone though a number of topics in a systematic way – he had been testing her general knowledge. And he had watched how she handled herself at the restaurant. She was glad she had learned all that stuff at an early age. Beyond the evaluation, Charles’ fatherly manner, his seeming lack of interest in his own satisfaction, his focus on her, all made sense if he was used to finding raw talent and investing in it. And she certainly didn’t fit that category.

“But that’s a tangent, about Charles. I wanted to talk some more about the evaluation.” Mark was still stroking Nikki’s head and her shoulders. She sighed.

“All the things he looks for are the things you are best at. The next set of evaluations are going to be harder for you. You aren’t going to be able to use your strengths the way you are used to. There are only three more individual assessments before the group compulsories, and you won’t be able to talk at all, for all three of them. It is going to be hard for you. But know, I wouldn’t be having you do this if I didn’t think you were ready, if I didn’t think you could do well in all the categories.”

Nikki sighed harder. It was true. She was most confident about her verbal skills and her knowledge base. Compared to most slaves, she did have more education and more life experience. She just knew more. Having to demonstrate her skill without relying on those advantages was scary. On the other hand, she loved that Mark had confidence in her and she felt good that he felt she could do it. If she could be successful without that… well now that would be real success wouldn’t it?

“Are you feeling a little better now, my girl? Here take another sip before you answer.” Mark moved the straw to her mouth again. She drank more.

“Yes, Sir. I feel better now, Sir.” Saying the words, Nikki was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of her submission. She felt it wash over her, relaxing her, and settling into her cunt. Mark really was in charge. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. He was giving her to all these other people, providing her with this variety of experience, but he was also caring for her and protecting her. He had let her be beaten, and hard, but only for her own good and he was going to make sure she was okay now. He was there for her, she had nothing to fear and nothing to worry about. She felt wonderful. She breathed into the pain of her physical wounds and knew she could wear them like a badge of honor today.

“Good, girl. Because you have a big day ahead.” Mark kept talking as he undid the bonds on her wrists and her ankles, working quickly and purposefully. These bonds were not for titillating her or providing a sexual thrill, they were only for her own protection.

“We’re going to go work with Tony and Susan. It’s an individual assessment tonight, but you will actually be four of you going through it together.” Nikki flushed with excitement – did that mean she was going to see Oliver again? The moment that they had shared in the hallway had been surprisingly vivid. She could feel it now, his cock sliding into her wet pussy from behind. His hips thrusting forwards, his breath on her neck, his hands guiding her hips to him. Her breath started to quicken and she pushed her hips forward into the bed just a little.

“Whoa… girl. Don’t go there!” Mark was laughing but his words were serious. “I can see you moving your hips at the thought of Oliver. He’s a pretty little one, it’s true. But you are not going to get him today. You will be in the service of Mistress Valerie, she’s having a party and you will be both useful and decorative. You’ll find out more. But you will not be performing sexually unless one of the guests initiates it.”

Mark reached his hand down. Nikki’s legs were still spread wide on the bed and, as he reached down, he had unobstructed access to her cunt. He moved swiftly, plunging his right index finger into her, not to arouse her further or pleasure her, but just to test her. He pulled his finger back out immediately.

“Good. Good girl. I like that you are so wet. This is excellent.” He brought his finger to her lips and she automatically opened her mouth to lick it off as she had been trained to do. “You are going to stay that way all day; aroused, wet, ready, but not satisfied. It gives you a special glow that is so appealing. Mistress Valerie will love it.” She sucked her juices off his finger, tasting the earthy richness of it. It was hard to believe that before coming here she had never tasted pussy…

“That’s right, girl. Suck my finger clean.” Mark pulled his finger from her mouth and patted her head.

“Now, let’s get you up. You are going to feel a little stiff. The trick is not to roll onto your buttocks as you stand but to shimmy over to the edge and come directly to your feet.” Mark helped her move over to the side of the bed and get her feet on the floor. A little stiff was a huge understatement. She felt as if her ass was encased in plaster, and she couldn’t bend it properly. And it felt twice the normal size.

“Come on, let’s move around a little. It will feel better.” Mark led her on a tour of the room, walking to the windows, back to the door, over to the living room. She felt like she was just learning to walk or something. But it did feel better pretty quickly. After a few minutes she felt almost normal as she was walking.

Mark kissed her. “I am so proud of you, girl.” He smiled down at her. “You are brave and strong and talented. You were quite a find and I’m glad you are mine.” He held her head to his chest. “You are doing so well. Really. Exploring and learning. I am so pleased with you.”

His words traveled into her like, warm like a cup of hot cocoa or a shot of tequila. She could feel them settling, comforting, deep inside her. She had given herself over to him. She had allowed him to become her entire world. Now she was so glad of it – these words, so simple, so straightforward, they meant so much. He was pleased with her. She felt indescribably good. She tried to identify what it was… she felt whole, that was it. She felt completed in a wonderful way. This was what she was supposed to be, and she had succeeded in being it. Good.

“Let’s go get your boots on. We’re going for a walk.”

Beating

Mark had been brought up to speed on what had happened and had agreed that ten lashes was an appropriate penance. He had held Nikki’s face in his hands, searching deep into her soul with his eyes. He had asked her to tell him, directly and simply, that she wanted this beating. That she was ready for it. And he had confirmed with Charles that he was ready to deal with the consequences – as long as Charles didn’t draw blood Nikki would be sufficiently healed prior to the auction. Even if there was some bruising it wouldn’t be too much.

So now it was time. Charles had removed his belt. He had positioned Nikki, still naked, hands by her sides, in the middle of the living room. He had asked Mark to take a seat behind her so she couldn’t even take comfort from the sight of her trainer.

“Before I ask you to bend over, I want to hear you ask me for this.” Charles speech was formal, somber. His tone, his posture, the look in his eye; they all made Nikki take this moment all the much more seriously. Charles meant business.

“Oh, Sir. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir, please allow me to earn my absolution. Please give me these strokes. Let me show you how much I want to be forgiven.” Nikki tried to make her voice as earnest as she could. Show her eagerness even now, with how she asked.

“Show me just how eager you are. I want you prostrate, now!”

Nikki fell to her knees and then quickly lowered herself to be face down on the carpet, flattening herself. The posture the ultimate in humility.

“Slither over to my feet, like a snake. And kiss my shoes once more. Show me your gratitude for offering you this opportunity.”

Nikki reacted to his words almost without thinking, slid forward, the carpet rough against her skin. All she wanted was to get him to give her this. Allow her to show him, and show Mark, just how eager she was.

“Good girl. Good job. You look eager, how pretty.” Charles was encouraging. Nikki pressed her lips to his shoes, the smell of the leather reminding her viscerally of the scene in the restaurant. Charles waited until she was done and then continued, “Okay, girl. Kneel up. Give me your face. Look up at me.”

Nikki struggled to her knees. Charles continued. “This is going to hurt.” He looked her in the eye. “I don’t get any pleasure from hurting you. I am doing it for you. You know that.”

“Yes, Sir.”
“I want to hear you. Before each stroke I want you to beg me for it. You will say, ‘please Sir, may I have your belt across my ass? Will you please mark me with the strength of your arm, so that I may be absolved of my sins?’” Charles paused. “Can you say that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You may cry out if you need to. Some find it helps. But don’t do it for my benefit. I won’t hit you any less hard or show any mercy because of it.” Again Charles paused for Nikki to respond.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And after each stroke I want you to thank me, to count off how many strokes you have received and how many you still need before you will be absolved. You will say, ‘thank you Sir, for this first stroke. May I please have nine more to achieve my absolution? Until you have achieved all 10.” Charles waited for her assent before continuing.

“Yes, Sir.”

“At the last stroke you will ask me if you have achieved your absolution. And I will decide then. I can still ask you to ask for more. And I may. But when I am done, you will be marked, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“When I am done you will be more a slave than you have ever been before. You will be exquisitely aware of your status.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With each of her replies Nikki was growing more fearful, but also more confident. She felt her skin tingle at the idea of how much this was going to hurt, and at the idea that it could go on past the ten strokes. But she also felt more and more thrilled by the idea of it. She felt her desire for it grow.

“Beg me then!” Charles was commanding.

“Please Sir, may I have your belt across my ass? Will you please mark me with the strength of your arm, so that I may be absolved of my sins?” Nikki hoped that she had remembered the construct correctly.

“Yes, my dear. I will.” Charles reached over and took Nikki by the arm. “Come stand with your back to me and to your trainer.”

Charles moved Nikki to the center of the room. Positioned her bent almost double, her hands on her ankles, knees a little wider than her hips and slightly bent. In this position, her ass was taut, she could feel her pussy hanging down, her labia slightly parted. She felt incredibly vulnerable.

“Now kiss the belt. This is the instrument of your absolution. The leather of this belt will take away your culpability, cleanse your sins. Kiss it and recognize its power.”

Nikki stretched her neck up and pressed her lips to the wide strip of leather. She really did feel its power. Even just looking at it she could imagine the feel of it, the sound as it cracked into her flesh, the heat and pain. But she felt ready for it. Wanted it. Every ounce of her body craving the release of it.

Charles stood back. Nikki felt the air on her naked buttocks, Felt the moisture between her legs, oozing even now.

Nikki heard the blow before she felt it. A whistling sound as the belt sliced through the air. It was a scary sound and it was so difficult to fight the temptation to protect herself, to stand up, at the very least to close her legs! She fought it, just clenching her buttocks slightly as she anticipated the blow.

And then it hit. The smack like a jolt of force. Then the feeling of the belt sliding over her flesh, leaving a hot trail across her backside. Nikki gasped. It was worse, much worse, than the paddlings she had received during training. Those had been a concentrated impact, the heat building over time. This was like a trail of fire, right away. But now that the leather was gone the heat was radiating up into her body. The sensation traveling away from the site of the blow, burrowing deep into her, collecting in her gut. Her vagina and anus open and now contracting as her body tried to absorb the pain.

How was she ever going to be able to take ten of these? After one felt almost ready to collapse. But she also felt strangely connected to it, at one with it. Like she was becoming the pain.

Nikki centered herself. She was still bent, holding her ankles, the pain screaming in her buttocks. She could feel every inch of her bottom, her pelvis, her orifices. But she needed to do her part, needed to respond.

“Thank you Sir, for this first stroke.” Nikki’s voice shook. “May I please have nine more to achieve my absolution?”

“Good girl. You remembered.” Charles seemed pleased with her. “Let’s take a moment. Tell me. Does it hurt?”

“Yes, Sir. Oh, yes, Sir. It hurts a lot.”

“Good. It should. You deserve this pain.” Charles spoke simply, as if he were talking about a piece of chocolate or special treat. “Now, in your own words, tell me how much you want the rest of the strokes.”

“Oh, Sir, please. I want them badly. I want to feel my whole ass aflame with your punishment. I want to feel my helplessness, feel my submission, and feel my strength. Oh, please continue, Sir, please.”

“And how do you ask me?”

“Please Sir, may I have your belt across my ass? Will you please mark me with the strength of your arm, so that I may be absolved of my sins?”

“Well said, my dear. I will give them to you now.”

The second stroke landed two inches below the edge of the first. If anything it was harder, hotter, and more intense than the first one. Now she felt both stripes pulsing with each heartbeat. Felt the heat layer in on top of the original heat, building, growing in her belly. Felt her pelvic floor convulse, she could imagine what it looked like to Charles, her vagina and asshole winking at him.

“Thank you Sir, for this second stroke.” Nikki’s voice shook. “May I please have eight more to achieve my absolution?”

Eight more! Having only survived two, eight more seemed an eternity. Nikki imagined it. Ohhhh. She felt her ass contracting more as her body struggled to integrate the pain.

“And how do you ask, my pretty?”

Nikki struggled to get the words out. “Please Sir, may I have your belt across my ass? Will you please mark me with the strength of your arm, so that I may be absolved of my sins?” The formula now engraved in her mind. Knowing she would need to say it seven more times.

The third stroke crossed the other two. Nikki had feared that. While the first two were almost like distinct stripes of heat, this one created a stripe, yes, but also two incredibly hot points where the leather landed on skin that was already enflamed. Now the air was forced out of Nikki’s lungs. It was kind of a cross between a gasp and a cry. Involuntary and intense.

Nikki didn’t even feel conscious of thanking Charles and asking for the next stroke, strokes four and five came almost automatically. She said the phrases, her voice cracking and breaking, and he slammed his arm down. She could still feel each distinct stripe, but they crossed in multiple places, and her ass felt like a swollen mass of flesh. So hot she thought it might burst into flame. The blood was rushing to her head from being bent over, so she felt like all of her blood was in her ass and in her head. She felt her pussy hanging down, and was ashamed to feel the familiar ooze of her moisture, her body reacting unbidden. Her desire connecting up to this pain, somehow.

“Oh, how pretty your ass is now!” Charles had paused and was admiring his handiwork. He stepped closer to Nikki and ran his fingertips over her engorged flesh. Even the light touch of his hand felt like a razor against her skin. The stripes were throbbing, she was incredibly aware of them, the heat intense.

Charles leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Half way, my dear.” He let that sink in. “Yes… five more, and maybe more after that. Feel the challenge. Feel how I am testing you. Rise to it.”

He stood back up. “What do you say?”

“Please Sir, may I have your belt across my ass? Will you please mark me with the strength of your arm, so that I may be absolved of my sins?”

Charles hit her the sixth time with even more force than he had before. She swayed under the blow. The pain incredible. Now beyond heat, more like a force deep in her ass, she could feel the stripe itself, but it felt like each of the others was pulsing in sympathy. Her ass a maze of hot welts.

Charles gave her the seventh and eighth in rapid succession. So fast, in fact, that she didn’t even have time to get her breath in between, he demanded she gasp out the phrases and she felt as though she might pass out from lack of oxygen. It felt as though he had removed all the flesh of her ass and was applying the strokes directly to the nerve endings, someplace deep in her. She felt nauseous. But still she hung on, didn’t hesitate to ask for more. Hardly even cried out.

The ninth slammed down over the crest of her ass, overlapping almost exactly with another stroke that had come earlier, the leather flowing back over flesh that was already raw. The pain ripped through and the scream left her mouth before she was conscious of it forming. She closed her mouth on it, swallowed it, struggled to get control over her breathing. She could hear herself whimpering.

“Where is my thanks, slave?” Charles sounded impatient.

“Oh, forgive me, Sir! Thank you Sir, for this ninth stroke.” Nikki’s couldn’t believe she still had another stroke to endure. “May I please have one more to achieve my absolution?”

“Do you think one more is enough? Do you give yourself over to me? Do you trust me to give you exactly what you need?”

Nikki felt like her circuits were jammed. More than one more! Oh! Could she take it? Her legs were like jelly already, the muscles straining, her breath sounding more like sobs than anything else. Her breasts were shaking uncontrollably with each breath. Sweat was running down her sides. And sill she felt the wetness between her legs. She was aware of her arousal.

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir. Do what you feel is right.” As she said the words, Nikki realized that she was ready to take it. Whatever it was. She would survive it. She wanted to show him she could be good. She wanted to be good for him. She felt her raw ass, but she moved away from it in her mind, concentrated on the sensations in her center. Allowed them to flow out. She held on tighter to her ankles and prepared herself.

“Please Sir, may I have your belt across my ass? Will you please mark me with the strength of your arm, so that I may be absolved of my sins?”

“Yes, my dear. And you don’t need to speak again. Just feel this.” Charles raised his arm and delivered 4 more strokes, one right after the other, cracking loudly on impact and digging deep into her buttocks; making her really scream now. She heard her voice crying out. The belt seemed to push the sound directly out of her lungs. Loud. So loud. The tears were running down her face again. Her nose was running. The snot and tears making wet circles on the carpet below her.

Finally Charles stopped. Nikki sniveled in the suddenly quiet room. Her breath wracking her body. She wasn’t sure she could stay in this position, but she knew intuitively that she needed to stay until she was specifically excused. Her whole body was enflamed – her muscles straining maintain the position and her ass! Oh, my! Her ass! She was surprised that there wasn’t a pool of blood under her. She knew Charles had said he wasn’t going to draw blood, but she couldn’t believe he hadn’t.

Amazingly, she still could feel the wetness, warm and comforting, at the center of her pussy. Her ass was still tensing and contracting, her body still anticipating more blows, even though she was pretty sure he was done. She could feel her hips moving slightly in space, trying to flex her tense muscles, trying to work the stiffness out.

A mental image of how she must look flashed into her head. She could imagine the stripes across her ass, the raised red welts, and her ass spread, wide, her anus and vagina on display. The wetness visible to Charles and even to Mark seated across the room. Nikki was so absorbed in feeling it, imagining it, that she didn’t notice Charles extending his hand to cup her pussy.

Nikki felt Charles’ cool hand make contact with her incredibly overheated pussy and just the simple touch was enough to push her up and over the top. She felt the intense sensation rising up from deep within her, his touch melding with the burning heat that had settled in her middle from the beating. It felt like every nerve in her body, from the bottoms of her feet to the top of her head, was traveling down to her cunt and amplifying the sensation. Everything contracted a little bit more, almost impossibly tight, and then spasmed open, her body convulsing and her breath coming out in gasps. She could feel her vagina opening and closing as her body released the tension.

“Yes, girl, that’s right. Feel it. Let it go. That is all the darkness leaving you. Release it. I have exorcised your evil. Let it go.”

Nikki did feel cleansed. She felt the pain and the pleasure pushing everything else out of her consciousness. This was all she was… sensation and obedience. She didn’t need to worry about her urges. She was handing over responsibility to her owners; her trainer, whoever he chose to give her to, whoever she was eventually sold to.

And it was all for her own good. Yes, she was providing service, giving pleasure to her owners. But she was receiving so much more; receiving absolution, achieving simplicity, giving up tension, stress, fear. She was being allowed to exist. Just exist. Despite the flaming hot pain in her buttocks she felt joy rising up in her heart. The sensation of the joy expanding in her chest was the last thing she felt before she started to see little black specks in her field of vision. Her vision continued to narrow and she blacked out.

Guilt

Charles’ words were like a bucket of cold water. More like a tub of cold water. Nikki went from feeling blissfully connected to her body, deeply absorbed in her sexuality, warm and lost to the feelings, to being solidly and completely in the moment, cold and sober, in milliseconds. It was painful, and scary. Charles’ anger was intense.

Nikki felt Mike’s cock soften and slip out of her. The two of them were apart, struggling to stand, stammering.

“Urm. Sir. Um. Oh. Uh.” Mike was trying to get words out. The blush he had had earlier was nothing compared to the deep red color infusing his skin now.

“Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?” Charles was coming at Mike like a ton of bricks. Mike was actually cowering in front of the older, smaller man.

“Umm. Hotel security, Sir.” Mike didn’t know what to do. He would ordinarily show ID, but he was standing naked in front of this customer, this very important customer, this customer who had rented out an expensive suite for his sex-slave, his cock still semi-erect, having been caught in the act, fucking said sex-slave.

“What’s your name boy?” Charles practically spit the words out at Mike.

“Mike Townly, Sir.” Mike held out his hand awkwardly. Realized the absurdity of it and let his hand drop down next to his side again.

“Don’t move. Not one muscle. Not either of you.” Charles glanced over at Nikki for the first time now, and Nikki was terrified by the anger and hostility she saw in his eyes. He was beyond mad.

Charles strode over to the desk and picked up the phone. He dialed the front desk. “Connect me to Tony in Security, now.” His voice was commanding. Controlled. Still angry but now channeling that anger. He obviously had a plan, knew what he was doing.

“Tony? Come up here right now. I’ve got a Mike Townly standing naked in my living room.” Charles was matter of fact.

He listened for a moment. “Yes….” Tony was obviously asking questions. “Un huh…. Un huh…. No, I don’t know.” Charles started to look a little impatient.

“I don’t want to stand here all day on the phone with you. Get up here, and bring an escort with you, I think Mr. Townly will be leaving the building for good.”

Charles hung up the phone.

Nikki felt incredibly ashamed. She didn’t want Mike to get in trouble. It wasn’t his fault. She had wanted it. Begged him for it. It wasn’t fair.

“Sir?” Nikki tried to speak softly and supplicatingly. She really hoped Charles would listen to her, have mercy on poor Mike.

“You!” Charles turned to her, practically roaring. “You keep your mouth shut. Stand there, watch. But keep your mouth shut.”

Nikki hung her head in shame. There was nothing she could do. This was going to play out the way it was going to play out. And she didn’t have any say in it.

It seemed like no time at all before there was a knock at the door and Charles was letting in a man who had to be Tony. He was in his 50s, looked like a retired cop; big, beefy, strong, but you could see the shadow of what he must have been before. He had obviously put on a little weight and wasn’t quite as fit as he had been when he was on the force.

“Sir. I am so sorry. This has never happened before. Never. And I will insure that it never happens again.” Tony’s tone was obsequious. He was clearly extremely embarrassed that his staff had turned out to be so inadequate. “I know how important your slaves are to you. And Mike is one of my best men. I really wouldn’t have…”

“Enough.” Charles held out his hand, like a cop stopping traffic. “I don’t want to hear any excuses or any explanations.”

Charles turned to Mike. “Do you have any idea, young man, of what you’ve done?” The phrase “young man” was dripping with condescension. Mike might be younger, more beautiful. But Charles was going to show him who was the bigger man.

Mike hung his head and just absorbed the words of the older man. “This is my property and not yours to use. Do you have any idea of the value of what you have just helped yourself to? I could get thousands of dollars for what you just took. You are a thief. Untrustworthy and unworthy of your job.”

He addressed himself directly to Tony. “The evidence is incontrovertible. I walked in on them in flagrante delicto. This is unacceptable. I want this man dismissed immediately and escorted from the hotel. If it weren’t for your other guests I would say he should be escorted nude, but I’ll allow you to make that determination. For now, I just want him out of here. Immediately. And I expect to never see him on this property again.”

“Yes, Sir. Absolutely, Sir.” Tony was clearly taking the ‘customer-is-always-right’ approach and not even trying to make an excuse.

Mike looked like he’d been punched in the stomach. Or worse. Like he’d been sentenced to death. He probably would never get a job in security again. And any chance of making the police force, well, Tony would ensure that never happened. Nikki glanced over at him, trying to express how sorry she was with her eyes.

“Now out of here, both of you. I have other things to deal with.” Charles looked meaningfully over at Nikki.

Tony moved over to Mike, and to Nikki’s amazement, escorted him from the room without stopping to get his clothes from the bathroom. Was he really going to be escorted naked from the property? He must have his civilian clothes in a locker somewhere on site.

Nikki caught her mind wandering to Mike’s sartorial issues and realized that she had much more serious things to think of. What was Charles going to say to her? What was he going to do to her? What was going to happen?

Charles picked the phone back up. He was behind her now, but she could hear him dialing.

“Hello. Charles Tilton here…. Yes, she’s with me….. Everything is fine, but there has been a little incident with hotel security….. No, nothing like that, she didn’t make a break for it…. You should come down here, I can give you the full details.”

Finally Charles turned to her. “Mark is on his way. But you and I are going to have a chat before he gets here.”

“That was your fault, I know it was.” Charles was still angry. But his anger was controlled. It was almost scarier this way.

“You are a temptress. You seduced him.” Charles held up Nikki’s chin and looked her right in the eye. “Just like you seduced your teacher when you were an adolescent. You made him do that, too, didn’t you?”

Nikki felt like she had been slapped. Yes. Of course. He was right.

“It is your fault. Playing the innocent little girl, but having these urges, being wanton, uncontrollable. That’s you. It is you. You wanted it.”

Nikki felt the tears come to her eyes. Yes. He was right. She did want it.

“You knew it was wrong, but you still wanted it, and you went right ahead and you took it. You made that teacher want to touch you. You made him desire you. And you liked it. You made him risk everything, for you.”

Nikki was sobbing now. Yes. He was right. She was bad. It was her. It was her fault. She liked it, she wanted it. She asked for it. She was the one who was bad, wrong, evil. It was her fault.

“You knew I wanted you waiting for me. You knew I didn’t want you to satisfy yourself while I was gone, I wanted to find you hungry, ready, waiting for me. But yet you went ahead and gratified yourself.”

Charles tightened his grip on her chin.

“Am I right, girl? Answer me!”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, I knew you wanted me to wait.”

“Good.”

Nikki was sobbing uncontrollably now, tears running down, snot running from her nose. She was hiccoughing, trying to catch her breath.

Charles slapped her across the face. “Get yourself together. Breathe. We’ve got a lot more to discuss.”

Nikki struggled to get her breath back, the pain in her face helping center her. But feeling his words like knives in her heart. He was right. She had known that what she was doing was wrong, but she had done it anyway.

“But, Sir, you didn’t tell me I couldn’t.” Nikki sniveled some more. “You didn’t forbid it.”

“Are you giving me excuses? Trying to tell me you were innocent? When you know in your heart that you were wrong?”

“Sir, I dddd…” Nikki could hardly get the words out she was sobbing so hard. “I dddiiddn’t know I was wrong…”

Charles slapped her again. “Come on girl. Be honest with yourself. Did you really think it was right to kiss your teacher? Did you really think that it was okay to have the security guard unhook your cuffs?”

Nikki looked into herself. Part of her still wanted to stand up and say “it’s not fair! It wasn’t my fault! How could I resist?” But a bigger part knew he was right. That she was a responsible person. She hadn’t been forced in either case. She wasn’t taken violently, or even coerced. She had been the initiator. She had wanted it.

Charles held her chin up. “Answer me, girl! Did you know it was wrong?”

Nikki felt like something inside her snapped. The piece of her she was trying to defend. The piece that said she was okay. That she wasn’t bad to the core. Wasn’t evil, wasn’t black, wasn’t rotten. She wasn’t okay. She was terrible. She was nothing. She was a spineless, rotten, worthless, incapable, pleasure seeking, immoral, nothing. Worthless.

She couldn’t breathe. He was making her face it. Face the fact that she was that bad. Ohhh!

Her sobs intensified.

“Oh, Sir.” Nikki swallowed. Tried to get her breath together. Tried to inhale.

“You feel it, don’t you. You know it. Deep inside you. You know it.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes.” She was gasping now.

“Focus on that feeling. Feel it.”

Nikki felt it all right. Felt it expanding inside her. Like a rotten mass, growing, running black and stinky through her veins. Her guilt. It had always been there, but now it was roaming free. Charles was right. It had been her fault. She could barely hold herself up. She felt like she was ready to collapse. A molten pool of rotten, bad, weak, flesh.

“I can see you feeling it. Good.” Charles took a deep breath. “It feels bad, that guilt. Very bad.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you deserve to feel it, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Acknowledge it. Feel it. Let it flow through you.”

Charles lifted her chin. “And now I need you to let go of it.”

Nikki’s eyes widened. What did he mean? Let go of it? It was at her core. As much a part of her as her heart, her lungs, her kidneys. She couldn’t let go of it.

“Listen to me, girl. And listen hard.” Charles stared into her eyes. “You are a sex slave. And I am a Master. I am going to help you let go of that guilt. I am going to absolve you.”

Nikki was confused. Absolution? What an idea. As if! How could she be absolved? This guilt was so strong, so fundamental, so elemental.

“You accepted responsibility. You took it on. You felt the wrongness of your behavior. And that was good. You were rewarded for that responsibility. You also took on the guilt. But all of that is based on a very important assumption– that you are capable of that responsibility.”

Nikki nodded, as best she could with his hand still under her chin.
Charles continued. “You were a child. A child. You were not responsible for that teacher’s behavior. He was a predator. It didn’t matter what you did, he should never have accepted your advances. It was his fault. Do you hear me? It was HIM.”

Nikki couldn’t believe her ears. Charles had just melted her last resistance, and now he was telling her that it wasn’t her?

“Breathe deep and take that into your heart. You were a child. You may have felt mature, but you were not. Let go of the guilt.”

“And now… this Mike. He was being paid to protect you. There is no excuse for his behavior no matter how tempting you were. No matter how much you wanted it. Of course you wanted it. I left you in a state of white hot heat. You are a sex-slave, you are trained to want it. And he is trained to be professional and resist it. Thinking that you had tempted him is like excusing a valet parking attendant who takes the Lamborghini out for a joy ride by saying that the car asked for it. Absurd.”

Nikki tried to absorb what Charles was saying. Tried to take it into her heart. Tried to let go of the guilt.

“You aren’t going to believe me just from me telling you. That’s not how this works. I know. I need you to feel it. To feel my absolution washing over you. To feel me forgive you for all of your weaknesses, and to feel me take responsibility for you.”

Charles continued. “You are a sex-slave now. You may be tested and challenged. You may fail some of those tests. But you are not bad for those failures. You are what you are. And we, your Masters, we love you for it.”

Nikki nodded.

“But now, you need to feel your slavery more. You need to make a penance, and feel my forgiveness, no?”

Nikki loved the idea. Yes. Anything. She would do anything, submit to anything. She wanted to endure for him, prove to him, show him. Demonstrate.

“Yes, Sir, anything, Sir.” Nikki was surprised that her voice was calm and strong again. She was breathing. Snot was drying on her face, there were tracks through her make-up where her tears had run down, but she was definitely feeling better.

“I am going to give you the opportunity to beg for 10 lashes with my belt. Each lash will bring you closer to absolution. Do you want these lashes? Do you want to feel my belt slamming down on your naked buttocks, marking you as a slave, taking away your responsibility?”

“Oh, yes, Sir, yes, please.” Nikki couldn’t believe she was asking for a beating. She’d been beaten a couple of times during training to help her maintain her focus and to give her perspective on obedience, but this idea…. The idea of the beating bringing her closer to her slave status and absolving her of responsibility. She loved it. Wanted it.

“Please let me have your mark. Sir. Please.” Nikki was ready to start begging now.

“I will, my dear. I will. You deserve it.” Charles stroked her hair back from her face. “I will make you really work for it, but you will get it.”

Nikki smiled, hopeful.

“Let’s wait for Mark to get here. Come, kneel in front of me, put your head on my lap. He’ll be here soon.”

Nikki felt her collar as Charles led her by the leash over to the easy chair. She felt her slavery. And she felt optimistic about her future. She felt she could, finally, let go of the guilt as Charles had requested. And she felt light hearted, if a bit fearful about the lashes.

Security

She had to admit, she probably could have figured out how to dry herself off without his help. But the idea of having him towel her down, being that close to his muscular frame, was appealing. Particularly given the state in which Charles had left her. She felt like all her nerves were jangling. She just wanted a little something to calm herself. Just a little closeness with this beautiful man.

“Urm. I guess so Miss.” Mike genuinely seemed hesitant. “Don’t see where the harm would be in that. And it’d be tough for you to do it, all bound up like you are.” The word “bound” got kind of stuck in his throat, like he was realizing that YES she was a sex slave.

He took one of the big fluffy towels down from the rack. Really it was a bath sheet, must have been five feet by three feet. He wrapped her in it, took one corner and gently dried her hair, pushing it away from her face. Dried her face, using the towel to trace her high cheekbones, the curve of her brow, her eyelids (eyes perhaps a touch too close together, but a nice greenish hazel color), her long nose, her pointy chin. He dried all of it, and moved downward. He seemed to almost be in a trance now.

Mike used both hands to dry her shoulders, rubbing the towel over her trapezoidal and deltoid muscles. He was humming to himself. She’d always been muscular, athletic. But the trainers had really toned her over the last weeks and her muscles stood out under her natural curves. His hands moved over them, tenderly. Then he moved down even further. He seemed to hesitate at her breasts, but it was almost like he couldn’t help himself, he pushed the towel under and around each one, feeling the weight of them, the heft. He lifted through the towel and dried under her breasts.

Nikki moaned. It felt so good to have him touch her. Felt warm and safe and childlike. Like she was a baby, helpless and cared for. But sexual too. She felt her arousal, just below the surface. She spread her legs slightly, pushing her hips forward and wordlessly inviting him to touch her more.

“You are so sexy. So beautiful.” Mike sounded awestruck.

Nikki wasn’t used to being called beautiful. She wasn’t bad looking. Nobody had ever complained. But not beautiful either. She was tall, with olive skin, a full rounded figure. Large symmetrical breasts, a narrow waist, strong legs. Being a sex slave made her feel beautiful. She could feel her sexuality radiating out. Hot. Like lava. That was what Mike was reacting to. It made her smile.

“Thank you.” Nikki knew she should call Mike Sir, even a security guard. Somehow she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “You make me feel beautiful.”

Now Mike was drying her waist, her hips. He tugged on the towel to be able to dry her legs and it fell away from her. She stood before him naked as he dried her feet, her ankles, her knees, and her inner thighs. Now her soft moans were rhythmic, coming with each breath.

“Oh Mike!” Nikki was almost desperate. “Oh, please. Please undo my wrists. I’m dying to touch you.”

Mike hesitated.

“I won’t do anything bad. And you can do them back up before you leave. I just want to put my arms around you for a minute. Please?”

Mike turned her around with gentle pressure on her shoulders. Looked at her cuffs. Mike had been right, they were easy to unlink, as long as you weren’t wearing them. He had her unlinked in a matter of moments.

Nikki rotated her shoulders back, loosening the stiff muscles as she turned towards Mike. She slid her hands up and over his broad shoulders. Ohh. She had to take his shirt off. Had to see what was underneath. She moved her hands to the buttons and undid them one by one.

Mike groaned. “Oh. We shouldn’t.”

“Sure we should. It feels so good.” Nikki was whispering in his ear. She had removed his shirt entirely now. And her hands were now at his belt. Unfastening. Urgent. She had to feel what he felt like naked. Wanted it.

Nikki pushed Mike’s pants down over his hips. Knelt before him to take his shoes off so he could step free of the pants. He was wearing light weight work boots, the laces tight and hard to get off. She struggled. Couldn’t help but notice his erection right at her eye level when she went back up on her knees.

He was an Adonis. Light blond downy hair covering the muscles of his legs, a nest in his crotch. A perfectly formed six-pack of abs. A small spray of hair over his chest, nipples surprisingly dark given his pale complexion. She stood and took a step back just looking at him.

“Mike. You are perfect.” She looked at him with hunger.

He closed the distance between them, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. It was electric. Hot liquid passion passing between them. She felt the jolt between her legs. Pushed her body into him. Felt their skin sliding together, the warmth of him against her clean smooth skin. Oh how she wanted him. She took him by the hand and pulled him to the living room. It didn’t matter where they did it, she just had to have him inside her.
Mike kept kissing Nikki even as she pulled him to the living room. His lips were hot and insistent, firm but soft at the same time. He opened her mouth with his tongue and probed. She felt him entering her, as if he were fucking her, the motion of his tongue thrusting into her mouth exactly what she was craving. And his flavor! Oh how he tasted good, fresh, sweet, vaguely minty. Delicious.

His hands were all over her. Kneading her flesh. Grabbing a handful of her ass, squeezing it, trailing up, caressing her breast. He wanted her now, she could feel it, smell it, taste it. It was like he was trying to drink her in, and remember every aspect of her. Come to think of it, he probably was. She smiled at the idea that this would be masturbation fodder for him for the rest of his life – a bound, trained, sex slave, eager for his cock.

Nikki took Mike’s hand and pulled him down to the carpet. She lay on her back, opened her legs, and pulled him toward her. She was eager for his cock. She wanted it. Wanted it deep inside her. Now.

Mike wanted to take his time. He might be young, but he had enough experience to know that rushing into intercourse isn’t the best way to go. He kissed her neck, his breath loud in her ears. He caressed her breasts, and moved his head down to take her nipple in his mouth. She moved her hands to his back, tracing the hard curves of his muscles with her fingertips. He moaned, the vibration of his breath traveling through her body.

Nikki spread her legs wider. Her hips were moving in space, thrusting, pushing into nothingness. She wanted him. Wanted the heat of him. Wanted him to spread her open, fill her. She could feel him hard against her leg, could feel the size and texture of his cock, could feel the slippery dampness of pre-cum oozing out. She wanted it. Wanted it. Wanted it.

She felt like she was losing touch with reality, the rest of the world fading out, all she was aware of was her open gaping cunt and this wonderful, beautiful, strong man. She could feel his hands pulling her legs up, pushing her knees up towards her shoulders, opening her even wider. And, finally, his cock was there. At the opening of her vagina. She could feel the head, swollen, pulsing with blood, warmer than her own skin.

Nikki held her breath. Feeling Mike easing forward. All of her thoughts and feelings concentrated in this moment, on this craving, this need. Then she felt it. Felt it pushing into her over the slick wet surface of her vagina. She was so wet, it was like he was gliding into her. The heat of him melting her, like a hot knife through butter. The relief of it, the wonder, this was it. This was what she wanted.

She felt her breath rushing back as her orgasm crested. It was as if the relief of having him inside her had set off an instant chemical reaction, her body tensing in anticipation and then relaxing in a wave of ecstasy, her vagina clenching and spasming around his cock. His cock a catalyst for this wonderful set of sensations.

Mike could feel her spasm, clenching around his cock. He had never experienced that before, never had a woman cum immediately when he entered her. It felt great, a direct shot of ego boost. He felt his manhood expand, felt the blood flow to his sex. He got harder and bigger inside her. He gave her a moment to recover and then slid through the even wetter heat, pushing deeper inside her.

Nikki moved her hips to meet his thrusts. He was pushing down on her thighs with his hands giving her something to push against as he used all his muscles to slam deeper into her. He thrust deep, and then pulled 2/3 of the way out, just moving an inch or so back and forth. Nikki could feel the ridge under the head of his cock rubbing against the walls of her vagina. She heard her own voice ringing out. Her cries getting louder, deeper, huskier, more animal. He was really driving her crazy.

“You like it? You like it like this?” Mike was grunting out the words.

Nikki couldn’t believe that he needed affirmation, she was so obviously into it! Ahh, the problems of youth. “Well,” she thought to herself, “this should build his confidence.”

“Oh, yes, Mike, yes, yes, yes. Give it to me, please, I love it.”

Mike pushed deeper into her again. He was working hard, sweating, his muscles bunched and straining, his face contracting. She could feel him building, and it made it her even more excited. She started to build with him, pushing up into him, feeling their sweat mingle.

It felt so good. Both of them absorbed into the feelings of it, the muscles working, the sensations building. His thighs were straining, his butt clenching. The sheen of sweat just made him more beautiful, his muscles glistening and standing out. She could see each one, distinct and powerful.

Nikki’s arousal was building, building and building. She wanted to wait for him, but even though he was intense, he wasn’t ready to go over yet. But she couldn’t help it, she felt like her head was going to explode. The sensations were so intense. She held her breath and let it crest. Her voice rang out.

But still Mike did not stop. He was thrusting into her. Pushing and grinding, his hips going in little circles now, pelvic bone grinding into her clit. She stayed aroused, intensely aroused, as he thrust more.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE????”

Neither of them had noticed it, but the door had clicked open. And now Charles Tilton was standing over them in the living room, his face beet red, and his eyes flashing. He was flaming, screaming, incensed, mad. Beyond mad. Furious. Steaming.

Alone

Nikki woke just once in the night. It must have been 3 am, the room was pitch black. She had the strange sensation of not knowing where she was. She felt the wonderful luxuriousness of the bed, felt arms around her, felt her nakedness, felt the slippery softness of silk pajamas next to her, but it took her a moment to put it all back together. She was with Charles Tilton at the Four Seasons. He had taken her to dinner, probed her consciousness, looked at her motivations and her desires. Then he had brought her back to the room, pleasured her, tested her, and fucked her. Oh, how he had fucked her. It all came rushing back. She shifted in the bed, pushing herself closer to this man.

Charles was old, yes. Much older than anybody she had ever even thought about before, let alone fucked. But she felt so close to him. Felt that what they had shared in the last few hours had been more intimate, more intense, more connected than anything she had experienced before in her life, with the possible exception of her relationship with Mark. But what could compare to that? Mark would always be her trainer, her first, her most special, dominator.

Charles Tilton was special. She understood now why everybody spoke about him in such reverent tones. He had a power about him, a command, that was natural and oh so strong. He was a born Master, he took control of any situation. And he had reached down into Nikki and touched a special place. She was amazed. Nikki settled back into his arms, closed her eyes again, and let herself experience the warmth of his embrace, let herself drift off, feeling enveloped, cared for, contained, and desired. Wonderful.

When Nikki woke again, sunlight was pouring into the room. Charles was up and moving around, she heard him before she even opened her eyes. She stretched and sighed, her arms and legs gliding over the linens that must have been 1000 thread count, cotton so soft it felt like silk.

“My sleeping beauty awakens.” Charles approached the bed, and sat next to her. He was fully dressed, shaven, hair still wet from the shower. His silk tie was from Hermes, his suit impeccable. He looked wonderful. Powerful, manly, businesslike. She thought of his face when he was about to ejaculate, and smiled.

“Ahh, and she’s happy to see me, too. Lovely.” Charles smiled back at her, reaching out a hand and stroking her hair away from her face.

Nikki moaned softly at his touch. Her body responding immediately, even though she was still partially awake.

“Yes, that’s right. Feel me. Feel me reach for you.” Charles voice was soft, as caressing as his hand. He was now rubbing down her shoulder, pushing the covers down off her, exposing her breasts. Her nipples hardened in the cool air.

“Lovely.” Charles bent down and took her left nipple in his mouth. The heat of it! Warm, wet mouth, tongue firm and slightly rough. Nikki felt the jolt, arousal flowing from her nipple down to her vagina. She felt a surge of moisture and groaned.

Charles moved over to the right nipple, now taking the left firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Rolling it, pulling it, twisting it slightly. Nikki moved her hips, pushing up into the covers in a most unsatisfying way. Wanting. Wanting his hand, his leg, his knee, his cock, anything to push into. Moaning with each breath now, feeling his mouth on one breast his hand on the other. Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.

Charles pulled away.

“I have to go to my meeting.” His voice was firm. “But I love leaving you this way. Hot. Desiring. Wanting.” He paused. “Feel it, experience it. Know that it is for me, give it to me, your desire.” He reached over and patted her on the head. Peering into her face, seeing her frustration, her desire for sexual fulfillment at war with her desire to obey.

“Good girl. I like very much what you are going through right now. You are being so beautifully submissive. I appreciate your gifts.” He cupped her breasts with both hands, warm, firm, commanding.

“I’m going to attach your cuffs behind your back. Sit up, my dear.” Charles stood.

Nikki pulled herself together enough to swing her legs over the side of the bed. Charles reached over and captured her hands in his. Bending forward, he reached around behind her and hooked the two cuffs together the way Mark had shown her they could be connected. Easy enough for anybody else to unhook, but impossible for the wearer. She Could feel her arms held behind her, her shoulders extended, stretching her back and holding her up straighter.

“I’ve ordered some breakfast. I put straws in the drinks so you can drink them with no hands. You’ll figure out most of the food, I think.” Charles laughed softly. “I’m sure you’re clever with no hands.”

“I also have alerted Tony, the head of security, and let him know that you are here alone. Even if you decided to venture out with no clothes and your hands bound, you wouldn’t get far. They monitor the hallways. But I know you don’t want to run, now do you, my girl?”

“No Sir.” Nikki realized that these were the first words she had spoken all morning. Her voice felt kind of scratchy, unfamiliar.

“Good girl.” Charles reached back over to Nikki. Stroked her hair. Let his hand trail down her body. She felt the warmth of it spread through her. She felt herself undulate.

“Breathe into it. I’m not going to satisfy you. I want you to feel that. I’m going to leave you this way… so you’ll be ready for me when I get back.” Charles took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, softly, but deeply. She moaned into it, wanting it, wanting more.

He let go of her, picked up his briefcase, and she heard the door click behind him. She was alone.

Wow. Alone.

She hadn’t been alone for weeks and weeks. She sat on the edge of the bed feeling it. Listening to the silence. Relaxing into it. Realizing that nobody was watching. What an amazing feeling of freedom. Nobody was going to say “sit up straighter” or “be neater” – she was like a child the first time they are left alone at home. She felt like she should be lip syncing “Old Time Rock & Roll” in her underwear, except she was naked with her hands bound behind her back.

Nikki got up, slightly tentatively, testing what it was like to walk with her arms bound behind her, still feeling slightly out of it because of the arousal, her nipples tingling, her skin feeling tight, her cunt feeling moist and open.

The sun was streaming through the window, warming the carpet, but the air was nice and cool in the bedroom. Nikki wandered out into the living room. Sure enough there was a breakfast cart by the desk, with a basket of pastries, a dish of mixed berries, a bowl of oatmeal, and various drinks – fresh squeezed orange juice, ice water, and cappuccino, all of which with straws (the cappuccino had a little stirrer in it, that would work as a straw). It was going to be challenging to eat.

Nikki took a sip of water, but kept walking, checking out the whole suite. She went into the bathroom. It was gorgeous. All gleaming marble and stainless steel. There was a huge tub, with Jacuzzi jets. Mmmm. Looked so enticing. There were even little bottles of expensive bubble bath. But could she manage it with her hands behind her back? Nikki went over and checked it out some more. Actually it looked like she could do it, the faucet was at the right height. It might be a bit difficult to get in and out, but it was all about using her core, and she’d been training hard to build core strength over the last two months.

“Hmmmm.” She thought. “Definitely a hot bubble bath after breakfast.”

The breakfast was a bit absurd. Nikki was glad nobody was watching. She didn’t have too much trouble with the oatmeal or the berries, but the pastries! Nudging them with her nose and trying to tear off bits with her teeth. She gave up after a couple of bites. She still enjoyed herself thoroughly. The oatmeal rich with cream and brown sugar, the berries fresh and so tasty. What a joy to have real food. Food that was prepared for flavor, not just nutritional value.

After she had finished all she could, she headed back into the bathroom. With some maneuvering she managed to get the drain closed, the water turned on, and the bubble bath poured… and not too much of it either. Excellent.

She got into the tub before it was too full and settled back, her arms slightly uncomfortable pinned behind her, but the joy of hot water making up for it. She used her feet to adjust the faucets and relaxed. Mmmm. She felt the water washing away all the tension of the last days. She had done well with the date, that much she was sure of. Charles liked her. Liked her a lot. Even just wanting her to stay was a great sign. She knew Mark would be proud and pleased, and that was a great feeling.

Nikki moved her legs in the hot soapy water, feeling it flow over her, flow into her. She felt it lifting off the grime of her game of fetch, rinsing away Charles salvia, his cum, her vaginal juices. She felt joyfully, wonderously, clean. Ahhh.

Some minutes later the water started to cool. Nikki used her toes to flip the lever and open the drain to let it all flow out. She thought that it would be easier to get out of the tub with no water in it, than when it was full. She waited for all the water to drain. Sat up and tried to turn over to get onto her knees. The bottom of the tub was slippery and she slid back onto her back. Uh oh. Nikki sat back up. “Patience,” she told herself. “Just take it slow. You can do this.”

Nikki rotated slightly to her right and tried to get her right knee up under her. Again she slid. She tried to the left. Same thing. She felt like a trained seal doing one of those shows where they get out of the tank on their bellies to get fish from the trainer. She tried again. Too slippery. Now she was panting. Maybe if she rinsed off the soap from the bottom of the tub. She turned the water back on. Let it fill halfway up and then drained it back out. At least now she didn’t have soap suds on her. But she still couldn’t get up. Aargh! Was Charles going to come back and find her like this?

Just when she was ready to start crying, she heard a noise at the door. A key in the lock, the door opening.

“Miss? Are you ok? Is everything ok?”

It was a man’s voice. Nikki was immediately frightened. Why was there a man coming into Charles’ room? What was this about?

“Miss? This is Mike Townly, from security. Tony asked me to come check on you. Is everything ok?”

Relief flooded through Nikki. Charles had mentioned that he had told Tony she was there alone. She knew that all the security guys were aware of her status. She might have been embarrassed, but now she was so happy that somebody was going to be able to help her out of this damn tub, she didn’t feel any embarrassment at all.

“Oh, Mike, I’m in the bathroom.” She called out. “I’m in a bit of a jam. Can’t get out of the tub. Can you come help me?”

“Yes Miss. Be right there.”

Nikki could hear Mike approaching. She was so glad! The door opened wider. Nikki couldn’t see him for a moment, the door was in the way, but he could see her reflected in the mirror over the sinks.

“Oh, Miss. Oh.” Mike was stammering. “I don’t want to intrude. Oh. Miss. Oh. You are naked. Oh. Miss. I’m sorry. Oh.”

“Mike.” Nikki’s voice was soothing. “It’s ok. Take a deep breath. I need your help.” She paused. “We both know that I am here as Mr. Tilton’s guest. And I think we both know that I am a sex slave. Right?”

“Um, yes, Miss, oh. Yes. Urm. Tony mentioned something to me.”

Now Nikki could see Mike. His face was bright red. Cute actually. He had one of those pale complexions, Scandinavian, where any blush looked ten times stronger.

“Well, then. Let’s get over that. And you can come over here and help me out of this tub. I can’t seem to get up with my hands bound behind me like this.” Nikki was matter-of-fact, hoping that by acting ‘normal’ she could get Mike over his discomfort and make sure he helped her.

“Yes Miss.” Mike came over towards Nikki. He was avoiding looking at her, and still blushing furiously. But she got a good look at him. He was gorgeous. Probably 25. Very muscular. This was a man who took care of himself, worked out, lifted weights. He was wearing a summer-weight security uniform, with a short sleeved shirt and twill pants, fitted to his body. She could see the muscles of his forearms standing out, the veins blue and standing out from the muscles. She noticed the breadth of his shoulders, the strength of his thighs, his narrow waist. Quite impressive.

“I didn’t have any problem getting into the tub, just can’t seem to get back out.” Nikki tried to sound at least a little apologetic. “I’m so glad you got here when you did!”

“We’ll have you out of there in a jiffy.” Mike seemed to be getting over his discomfort. Going into professional rescue mode.

He reached over and took her by the shoulders. His hands were warm, big, comforting. He gave her a little bit of a boost, just enough to get her to standing. Then he supported her by her wet elbow and she put one foot over the edge of the tub onto the bathroom floor.

“Thank you so much!” Nikki was effusive. “I never thought I’d be so glad to be standing in the bathroom, but here I am.” She laughed. “I thought I was going to be in there all day.”

“Now,” she added. “Could you help dry me off?”