Arrival

Mark led Nikki down to the car by her leash. He let her walk, or rather totter, on her super high heels, She felt like a ballerina on pointe, or some kind of doll. She could barely walk, her feet curving high over the shank of the shoe. At least they supported her whole foot and were not painful, even if they held her upright in a way she was not at all used to.

His hand was warm on the small of Nikki’s back as he guided her out the door and to the waiting car. It felt strange leaving the facility. She had not been outside other than on the grounds; in the gardens, on the hiking trails, etc., for 8 weeks. And wearing “normal” clothes too. It was a heady feeling – she was even more aware of her collar and cuffs, the shoes and the lack of panties. A mixture of “slave” and “normal” making her feel even more like a slave.

The driver was waiting by the door, and opened it for the two of them. Nikki felt the rush of embarrassment as she felt his eyes on her, appraising. She knew what he was seeing. Knew that he knew what she was, even if she was wearing a dress and stockings and shoes, she was still naked in front of even this stranger. He probably knew the rules, knew that he she would have to do what he asked if he dared to ask it. She felt it like a slap in the face.

It was a big car, not a full stretch, but bigger than a town car, with little jump seats facing the rear window and a long bench along the back. Mark hand propelled her forward, towards the car.

“I’d have you kneel my dear, but I don’t want to rip your stockings. Pull down the jump seat and sit directly on it; I don’t want to wrinkle your skirt either.” Mark’s directions were purposeful and direct. Nikki obeyed without hesitation, shivering as she felt her naked skin hit the cold vinyl of the seat.

Mark got in facing her. “I don’t need to build this up any more than it already is in your mind. I know you know how important it is. And I know you will do great. You’re beautiful, smart, well trained, of course. And most importantly, you were born for this. You are a natural submissive, born to be a sex slave. This is your calling.”

Nikki felt Mark’s words. He was right. She was. Once again she felt the submission washing over her. Felt the warmth of it. The relaxation. Felt the comfort. She loved the feeling, craved it, wanted more, more, more. It gave her strength. She felt she could do anything.

It seemed like the trip took about 30 seconds; she knew it was more like 20 minutes but it was over in a flash. They were pulling up in front of the hotel. Mark reached into the small bag he was carrying and brought out a beautiful embroidered pashmina shawl. The night was warm, but her shoulders were bare and it wouldn’t look strange for her to have the pashmina around her. He arranged it so it covered the leash, and she was able to hold the fabric in her hands, concealing the fact that her hands were joined in front of her.

Nikki looked up at Mark. Appreciative of the mercy of this gesture. The security guards would still know, Mark had assured her of that, but at least she wouldn’t attract attention from the other guests as she walked through the lobby. She was amazed at the relief she felt.

“I thought you’d be more comfortable,” Mark whispered in her ear. “But you are still a slave. My slave. You feel that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” And Nikki did feel it. She felt it deep in her bones. In her soul.

“Come on, let’s go.” His voice was calm, comforting, commanding.

And in a flash they were out of the car, through the revolving doors, into the reception area of the lobby. Nikki tried to look around, take it all in. She felt like a flood of sensory input was jamming her brain. The soft music playing, the huge bouquet of flowers, the beautiful rugs, overstuffed upholstered chairs, polished wood. The atmosphere was soothing, luxurious, and beautiful. But all Nikki could see were the three, very large, serious looking men in well tailored suits – clearly security. They nodded at Mark, and he at them. They obviously knew eachother.

“Mr. Gold, welcome. So nice to see you back.” The concierge was in front of them. Where had he come from? Nikki hadn’t even noticed him approach.

“Ian. So good to see you.” Mark’s tone was warm. He was obviously well known in this place. “Can you tell me if Mr. Tilton has come downstairs yet?”

“Actually, Sir, he told me he was running a bit late. He asked me to have you wait for him. He’ll be down in about 20 minutes.”

“Thank you Ian. You are too kind.” Mark hesitated for a moment, then continued. “Is your coat check open at this time of year, I’d like to leave off her wrap.”

“Why yes, Sir. Not much call for it when it’s so warm, but we’re open all the time. Would you like me to show you the way?”

“No, no, that’s quite alright. I remember. Thank you for your help. And nice to see you again.”

Nikki was struck yet again by the “normalcy” of the conversation. It was just like any exchange you might observe between a concierge and a valued guest. Except she was standing there, chattel. And they both knew it. Strange.

Now they were walking through the lobby. People were seated in various spots. Normal. Like any other luxury hotel in any other major city. Nikki had been here or someplace like it hundreds of times. Thousands, maybe. But this was the first time as a slave. And it felt so different.

They went upstairs to the coat check. Ian had been right, it was very quiet. In fact, there was nothing there at all, and the girl sitting behind the counter looked bored. She was young, maybe 22 or 23. Dark hair and eyes. Fresh face, very little makeup. Full figure. Luscious, actually. The girl looked up as Mark and Nikki approached. Nikki noticed that her name tag said Cindy.

“May I help you Sir?” Her voice was perfectly matched to her appearance; light, melodious, beautiful.

Mark reached over and gently unwrapped the pashmina from around Nikki’s shoulders, leaving her collar, leash, and cuffs visible. The leash hung down, curving back up into Mark’s hand. The cuffs were still joined together in front of her. Mark folded the pashimina, the leash glinting as he moved his hands.

Nikki looked over at the girl. Her eyes had widened at the sight of the bondage. She looked stunned. She looked between Nikki and Mark, first at one and then the other, and then back. She was clearly fascinated.

Mark looked down at the girl. “Is your name really Cindy?”

She didn’t respond. He kept looking at her patiently.

“Oh!” She seemed to be shaking off a stupor. “Yes, I’m Cindy.”

“Good Cindy. It’s nice to meet you. I take it you’ve never seen a sex slave before, have you?”

Cindy looked even more stunned. In fact she looked like she’d been hit with one of those Taser stun guns. Hundreds of volts of elecricity. Nikki was surprised that Cindy’s hair wasn’t actually standing on end.

“She’s a…sss sex sssslaave??” Cindy stammered out her question. It came out more like a gasp than a question.

“Why yes, my dear." Mark's voice was soothing. "Perhaps you should see a demonstration. I need to warm her up anyway. Why don’t you let us back there, into the cloak room.” Mark could be so persuasive. Now Nikki saw the purpose of coming to the check room, she had been wondering why he wanted to check a pashmina that could fit in his little bag. He wanted to take her somewhere and “warm her up” – the cloak room was as good a place as any. And if there was a beautiful young girl there, all the better. It made sense, but she still felt embarrassed.

Cindy opened the little half door, still looking like she was in shock, and let them into the cloak room. Mark took Nikki to the corner by the front, where somebody would need to peer around the door to see. He positioned her leaning into the corner, so some of her weight was against the wall, her knees slightly bent, and her legs wide.

Cindy was staring, wide eyed, at them. Her fascination unbroken. She suddenly realized that she was staring, pulled herself together, and looked away.

“No, Cindy, I want you to watch.” Mark’s voice was low, serious, compelling. And Cindy turned back. “Look Nikki right in the eye. Nikki, I want you to look in Cindy’s eyes as I do this for you.”

Mark reached into the inside breast pocket and pulled out a long purple tube, the size of a medium sized cigar. It was a vibrator.

“I want to make sure you still smell fresh, my girl. So no mouth, not even fingers. I’m just going to use this on you and get you all wet and ready.”

Nikki felt a shiver go up her spine. He was going to make her cum in front of this girl. He was going to use the vibrator on her, until she couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to let it build and build until it bubbled over and she shook and convulsed. And there was nothing she could do but let it happen.

Mark bent down and lifted the hem of Nikki’s skirt. “Come on girl, squat a little more, spread your lips for me.”

Nikki’s hands were still bound in front of her, she couldn’t use her hands to spread. He just meant to spread her legs until she felt her labia part. She felt the blood rush to her skin. Embarrassed. How many times had she done this? But it still felt like a violation. No privacy. In front of a stranger!

She heard Mark turn on the vibe, and saw the intensity in his face. He was holding her skirt up with one hand as the other hand got closer to her crotch. Oh how she wanted it. The anticipation! She could feel it approaching. She closed her eyes, waiting, feeling, wanting.

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” Mark’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was emphatic. "Look at Cindy. I want her to see your reactions.”

Nikki struggled to obey. She knew what was going to happen. Mark had made her look in the mirror while he made her cum. She know that her eyes would glaze over, her mouth open, her jaw go slack. That her forehead would twitch, the tension building. That her face would almost decompose, come undone. She was embarrassed to show Cindy, but unable to help herself.

Sure enough, as the vibrator touched her clit, she felt it starting to build. Mark’s voice in her ear, “That’s right my girl, that’s right. Feel it. Let it build. Show Cindy.”

Nikki gazed at Cindy. Saw her reaction. But more than that, saw her own feelings reflected. Nikki recognized in Cindy the same melty, warm feeling of submission. Knew the younger girl was feeling it. They were connecting, the feeling flowing between them. Nikki could see Cindy’s arousal. It intensified her own. The desire flowed back and forth between the two of them, building and building.

Now Mark was moving the vibe in small, slow circles. Gliding over the wetness that was already surging between her legs. He dipped it into the opening of her vagina, and then back up to make more circles. She was moaning now. Trying to keep her voice down, but her breath heavy and low moans escaping with each exhale. Mark turned the buzz up higher. The vibration was driving her crazy. “Ok, slave, give me my cum.”

As soon as she heard the words, Nikki felt the orgasm well up from inside her. Her legs shaking, stomach tightening. It felt like her uterus itself was contracting and the spasms reaching out into her vagina, her pelvis rocking into space. She panted. But the whole time she held Cindy's gaze, and saw Cindy's pupils contract with pleasure when Nikki came. She was feeling it too.

“Good girl. Good, good, good, girl. I am proud of you.” Mark’s pleasure was a pleasure for Nikki. He was obviously pleased with her performance.

He put the vibe to his nose. “Mmmmm, smells so sweet, so good.” And turned to Cindy.

“So, my dear, what did you think?”

“I… I… I… “ Cindy was still stammering.

“It’s okay, honey.” Mark moved over to the girl. She was so much shorter than Nikki, Mark towered over her. He took Cindy into his arms, stroked her hair (with the hand that wasn’t holding the vibe!), and made comforting noises. She looked like she might collapse, she was so relieved to be held by him. “It can be overwhelming when you first see it. It’s almost too much, isn’t it.”

Cindy nodded. “Yes, Sir” she managed to get out.

“I want you to clean off the vibe. Suck on it. It will comfort you.” Mark held the vibe up to Cindy’s mouth. To Nikki’s amazement, she opened her lips and took the cum covered rod into her mouth. And sucked. Licked it eagerly. She did seem comforted. The combination of Mark’s strong arms, his commanding words, and the raw sex of the vibe easing her tension.

It was incredible. Nikki knew that Mark was a powerful man. That he had a direct line to some basic need that she had, and maybe that other women had too. But to see him in action like this. To see him take a young girl and work with her, literally have her eating from his hand. It was impressive.

Mark pulled the vibe back out of Cindy’s mouth, and slipping it back into his pocket, took her more fully into his arms. He kissed her full on the lips.

Nikki was impressed. But there was another feeling too. She looked at the two of them, her trainer and this young girl. Passionately kissing. And she felt a tension in her chest. Felt her forehead contract. Felt uncomfortable. Angry. Ohhh! It was jealousy. She was jealous. Mark was HER trainer. Even if he gave her to others, she was the one he was grooming. The one he was showing all of this to. She was the novice. And now here was this girl, less experienced than Nikki, younger, more beautiful. And he was kissing her. Calming her, using his domination to make her feel good.

“Ohh!” The exclamation was out of her mouth before she could even help it. Nikki’s anger flared, she felt like she wanted to rush over and grab the girl, this Cindy, and rip her out of Mark’s arms. Reclaim him as her trainer, and hers alone.

Mark looked up. Pulled his lips away from Cindy, and turned to Nikki. He still held Cindy in his arms. “Oh, Nikki! Get a grip on yourself. I know it’s hard. You’ve never seen me with a supplicant like this. But I am a trainer. Not just your trainer. And you are a slave. Remember that. Take a deep breath.” Mark paused to let her breathe. “Focus on the feeling. Yes, that’s right, feel it.”

Nikki stared at the two of them for a moment. And thought. Centered herself. Yes she was jealous. But did she have any right to harbor these feelings of jealousy? No. She was a slave. One of many, there had been others Mark had trained before and there would be others after. She had her feelings, sure. But she had to submit them. Realize that no matter how jealous she was, he was going to do what was right for him and for the whole community. She had no claim.

She realized that watching Mark take this other girl this way was an act of submission. That he wanted her to be there. Wanted her to watch. Wanted her to have these feelings and learn to live with them. She was submitting to him just by being there by watching this way. She felt the difficulty of it. And felt the virtue of acceptance. Felt this act of watching the same way she felt her cuffs or her leash. As submission.

“Yes Nikki.” Mark was watching her face, even as he caressed Cindy’s hair and back. “It is submission. Give me your anger and your jealousy. Give me all your feelings. I own them.”

Nikki struggled to transform the anger jealousy to submission, and she felt it happening. This was his, too. No matter how painful and difficult. She had to watch, had to feel, and had to submit to those feelings. As she did, she felt the submission turning to arousal. A magical process. The glow she still felt from her orgasm spread and deepened. It was a force, a life force, deep within her. She felt her core expanding, she was aware of the inside of her vagina. She felt a tension at the center of her being; a lovely warm nice tension. She felt her nipples, erect and prominent, rubbing against the silk of her dress. She felt womanly, feminine, wonderful.

She looked at Mark and Cindy again. Now with a kind of benevolent interest. The impressiveness of what he had just done was now in the forefront. Mark was kissing Cindy even more passionately now. His right hand cupping the curve of her breast, her hips undulating into him. She was clearly into this. But then he pulled back from her.

“Well, my dear. We need to go. But we will meet again, I’m sure of it.” Mark was looking intently at Cindy. “This is something that calls to you. Do not ignore that call. Here is my card. Come to the address on the card on Monday at 9:00 am. We will be ready for you.”

And with that, Mark tugged on Nikki’s leash and led her out of the cloak room and towards the restaurant.