Mark chained them to each other. He had Nikki fetch both collars, both leashes. Had Nikki put Cindy’s collar on first, then her own, then had Nikki snap the leashes on both.
The next part was truly ingenious. He had Cindy open her mouth and ran Nikki’s leash through the back of it, all the way deep, had her close her jaw on it, holding it in place. Then had Nikki open her mouth and pass Cindy’s leash through it. The two leashes ran between the girls and he held the two ends in his hand, Cindy’s leash passing through Nikki’s mouth before getting to his hand and Nikki’s leash passing through Cindy’s mouth before getting to his hand.
Linked this way, the three of them moved into the corridor. Cindy and Nikki had to stay perfectly in step. Either one falling behind led to an extremely uncomfortable pulling sensation in the other’s mouth.
They walked as a unit down the corridor. Mark hadn’t shared with them where they were going. So Nikki had no idea. She was just following. Just being led. A comforting feeling of release, giving herself over, completely and totally. Letting the relaxation of it wash over her. Feeling it in her body, her jiggling breasts, her ass, her thighs, her naked pussy. Her nakedness and her powerlessness feeding on each other and building her arousal.
After a couple of minutes it became clear where they were going. They were headed towards the training rooms. This was where the master trainers worked with the new inductees. It was where the trainees learned the basics – the commands, the positions, the formal and informal ways to obey.
Nikki remembered her own early training. The shock of it. The mystification. Was she really expected to just give herself over this way? Was she supposed to humiliate herself? Did they want her embarrassment? Her shyness? Or did they want her to be brazen and confident? She remembered her confusion, her anxiety. And she remembered it being stripped away. Expectations made clear. Orders issued. She remembered the relief of it, all tasks laid out for her, challenges presented to be tackled.
How was it going to be for Cindy? Nikki tried to project. The girl was so young. Had so little experience, but was also so eager already. She was clearly un-phased by the concept of obedience. Was it a product of her age? Were young people, in general, less concerned about being degraded? Certainly they were closer to the feeling of dependence of being a child.
They arrived at the classroom. It was one of the larger ones, and there was a small group of slaves already there. Nikki recognized a couple of them. They certainly weren’t all as new as Cindy. This was an old trick of the administration. Seed the class with some more experienced hands, so then the new students would fall into line, see what was expected, feel more comfortable. Almost unfair really, like ganging up on the poor girl.
The instructor was Sarah. Oof. Sarah was scary. Tall, thin, with perfectly round breasts that could only have been created by a skilled surgeon. She was an aerobics instructor, weight lifter, and competitive cyclist. Her classes were a combination of workout and obedience. Hard.
Mark stopped Cindy and Nikki. Removed the leashes from their mouths. Nikki shifted her lower jaw back and forth trying to get the blood to flow back in. Her jaw felt stiff and uncomfortable, her mouth strangely empty. She moved her tongue around exploring the spot where the chain had been digging in.
Mark reached over and clicked off Cindy’s leash. Cindy bowed her head while he reached behind her and opened the buckle on her collar. She already looked so submissive. Nikki felt another pang watching. Amazing, really, this young girl. Nikki felt the sexual zing of power; the girl had handed herself over. It was obvious.
Mark looked over at Nikki and said, simply, “stay.” The way you would say it to a dog. Calmly, commandingly. No question that she would obey. Would stand stock still and wait for his next command. Wait for whatever he had in mind.
He walked around Cindy and, putting his left hand on her lower back, guided her into the classroom.
Nikki watched as Mark introduced Cindy to Sarah. Sarah gave the new girl an appraising glance. She’d seen her share of slaves. Knew what she was looking at, and what she was looking for. She took in Cindy’s fair skin, the blush adding a pink tinge. Her rounded breasts shuddering with each breath. Her eyes, downcast and shy, but willing and oh so submissive.
Sarah was clearly impressed. She nodded to Mark.
“This is her first class?”
“Yes, I’ve been giving her a little instruction on my own. But today was the first day she has been with other slaves. I introduced her to Nikki.”
“Ah, yes. I see.” Sarah took a deep breath. “Well, we’ll have our work cut out for us won’t we? We’ll just start with the basics.” She turned to Cindy. “Come over here, right in front of me.”
Sarah got busy integrating Cindy into the class. Mark turned away and moved back to Nikki.
“Come on, hun. Let’s watch.” He took Nikki’s leash and led her back to the corridor and into a long thin room at the end of the exercise room.
Nikki realized that the mirror in the exercise studio was actually one way glass. She and Mark could see clearly into the studio. And there were speakers piping in the sound from the main room. It was like the set up for a focus group – there were raised tiers of seats behind her. She and Mark were alone, but there was enough room for an audience of forty people.
Nikki immediately thought back to all of the classes she had been in. Had people been watching her? Had there been an audience to her humiliation, her shame? Had it been Mark?
She looked up at him with wild eyes.
“Yes, hun. I watched you in class. Saw your efforts, your struggles, and your successes. And I loved watching.” Mark paused to let it sink in. And Nikki felt the knowledge of her powerlessness being absorbed into her being. A wave of warmth suffusing her. It was amazing how this process peeled away layer after layer of pride, confidence, identity. Leaving just the core of herself. Just her submission.
“We’re going to stand here and watch. I want you to see. To remember what it was like for you. To feel it. And then I’m going to take you to the group dormitory for the compulsories.”
Nikki felt that like a blow. He was going to say good bye to her. Hand her over to someone else. He would no longer be responsible. No longer be watching over her. She’d still be a Mark Gold slave, but she wouldn’t be his. At least unless he bought her. That thought comforted her. He could buy her. That wouldn’t be so bad.
Mark positioned her just where he wanted her. There was a railing, about 4 inches wide, covered in squishy upholstery, in front of the window. Clever, actually, it prevented anybody from leaning against the glass and potentially cracking it or damaging it in any way. It also provided a perfect surface to press Nikki’s pelvis against, and that’s what Mark did. He stood behind her, his body pressed into her, keeping her riveted on what was going on in the class.
Nikki felt Mark, warm and strong behind her. He had wrapped his arms around her, was cupping her breasts from behind. She felt perfectly surrounded, held, contained. Warm, safe. His. It was a wonderful feeling. She shut her eyes, wanting to lose herself in it, allow him to press into her, feel his sex. Feel him.
“Open your eyes, girl.” His voice was soft in her ear, but insistent. His hands drove home his point, giving her breasts a squeeze. There wasn’t any choice to but to obey. “I want you to see this.”
Nikki opened them. The class was underway. Sarah was leading the group, six women and two men, in some basic warm up exercises. Arms up, arms down. Two steps right, two steps left. Grapevine. Mambo front. The big difference – all the dancers were naked. Only the instructor was dressed.
It was a strange effect. A “normal” activity with this weird twist. How many dance classes had Nikki been to in her life? Hundreds. And she’d taken dozens of classes with Sarah over the last month and a half. But it was still so strange.
“They look so pretty, don’t they?” Mark’s voice was at her ear. “Asses shaking. Breasts moving. Cocks. They look so human. So much more real than when they are clothed. You can see so much in a naked body.”
He was right, of course. But in a kind of upsetting way. What did he see in her naked body? His hands playing over it right now, squeezing her, touching her, caressing her. She felt herself melt into him, her nerves firing, her body tingling, a small moan escaping from her lips. She loved the feeling of his warmth behind her, pressing into her, his chest against her shoulders. Feeling him containing her.
“Do you remember, Nikki? How it felt the first class?”
Of course she remembered. How could she forget. The hot feeling of shame to feel her body moving completely unfettered by spandex or elastic or rubber. Her body jiggling, shaking, thighs slapping together, stomach and tits moving with each step, nothing holding her in. Knowing that the other slaves could see. And Sarah. Sarah with her perfect body and cute little exercise outfit. Sarah could see her curves, and folds, and bulges. She knew from the way Mark reacted to her that they weren’t unattractive, but she was still ashamed.
And then! The class moving on from “normal” dance moves…. She knew it was about to happen now, for Cindy, on the other side of the glass. And she felt her body stiffen in anticipation.
Sarah had just asked the class to bend over, hands on their knees, and shake their asses from side to side. That was strange enough. In that position, Nikki remembered, Cindy would be able to feel her labia separate and then touch again. Separate and touch. Each shake moving the flesh of her pussy as well as her breasts. Not something she was used to doing.
And from the vantage point of the glass walled room, Nikki could see that not only did the position make it possible for Cindy to feel her pussy in a new way, it also made it possible for the other slaves, the instructor, and the audience Cindy wasn’t even aware of, to see right up into her pussy. To see her glistening folds.
That meant everyone had been able to see up into Nikki too. Ooo. Nikki blushed at the memory. Even though she had been opened, examined, touched, prodded, she still felt violated and self-conscious at the idea that the others had been able to look up into her. Strange.
Mark pushed Nikki tighter into the railing. She could feel him behind her, his arousal growing as she reacted to the class in front of her. He was clearly getting off on her arousal. Feeding on it to build his own. He pushed his right leg between hers, hooking her right ankle and spreading her legs slightly. Her pelvis shifted against the bar, labia opening slightly, clit rubbing into the surface of it, sensation shooting up into her bones.
His fingers squeezed her nipples rhythmically as he leaned in tighter to whisper in her ear, “watch this part… this separates the truly obedient from those who are just going through the motions.”
On the other side of the glass, Sarah was leading the group in a series of stretches. The eight of them were bent over, hands on ankles. Now she organized them in a line. Cindy was in between two much more experienced slaves – Alina was in front and Christophe was behind her. Both Alina and Christophe had been there for longer than Nikki. Nikki knew they would follow any instruction without hesitation.
“Put your hands on the hips of the slave in front of you.” Sarah was issuing commands, like any aerobics instructor, but the big difference was that she was asking Cindy to put her hands on the naked hips of a beautiful slave-girl and, at the same time, allow the big slave-boy to put his hands on her hips. “Now step forward. Right – Left – Right – Left.”
The slaves made a strange kind of naked conga line. Nikki knew that Cindy was feeling Alina’s hips rotating as they stepped forward, that she was feeling the warmth of Alina’s body and the warmth of Christophe’s hands at the same time. She was giving and receiving. She could move herself from object to subject and back. She could feel what Christophe was feeling, could put herself in his head as he held her hips. Nikki remembered the effect of this little “exercise” – it was making Cindy all the more aware of what was being done to her, since she was doing it at the same time.
Now Sarah moved in close to Cindy’s part of the line. She was standing parallel to Cindy, her eyes intent on the girl, monitoring her, watching for any indications of hesitation, any sense that Cindy was struggling. From Nikki’s vantage point, she could see Cindy’s face, and could see the emotion playing out there. There was amazement, intense feeling, pleasure, some surprise. But no hesitation. No resistance. No fight. It was 100% submission. And it was beautiful.
Sarah stopped the line with a short command. “Now we are going to move on. Stand about two feet behind the slave in front of you.” The slaves arranged themselves in a properly spaced line. It was clear to Nikki that everyone but Cindy was used to this exercise. But Cindy was probably not aware of that; she probably thought they were all experiencing it for the first time.
“I want you all to bend at the waist and put your head on the back of the slave in front of you, keep your hands on her, or his, hips.” Each of the slaves leaned over. Now they were like one single creature. Cindy’s breasts were grazing Alina’s buttocks, her hands still on Alina’s hips.
“Move your hands a little bit in, onto the buttocks of the slave in front of you.” Nikki watched as Cindy moved her hands, feeling Christophe’s hands move at the same time. “Spread your legs.”
Mark used his leg to spread Nikki’s legs even further as this command was issued. Nikki moaned. She could feel his sex pressing into her from behind. She could also see the open sex of Annie, the last slave in the line. Annie’s sex was glistening with moisture. Was red, dialated, open, winking. Nikki knew that was what her own sex looked like.
All she wanted was to feel Mark’s cock. Feel him fill her. Hot, hard, urgent. Ooozing with pre-cum. She wanted it. Wanted it with every cell of her body. She shifted her hips slightly, trying to rotate her pelvis. Trying to communicate with him. Trying to invite him. Trying to make it clear what she wanted.
Mark murmured in her ear. “Yes girl, I like to see that you want it. I like for you to feel that. But you need to wait. Keep holding on. Breathe.”
Nikki took a deep breath. She pushed into the feeling, she squeezed her muscles. Tried to relax. Tried to accept it. Tried to focus on what was going on in the class room rather than thinking about what was going on in her own body, or behind her in Mark’s. Maybe this would be the last time she felt his cock. Maybe this would be the last time she shared this with him. She tried to move her thoughts away from that.
In the class, Sarah had spread out the line now, she was guiding them with small individual commands, and making a circle, a circle with her at the center. They were spread a little farther from each other now. And now was the tough part. Nikki remembered
Cindy’s hands were still on Alina’s buttocks, but now her face was basically right in Alina’s ass. She was far enough away that she could see right into the other woman’s sex. Could see Alina’s arousal, and see her response to Cindy’s breath. And feel her own exposure. Cindy knew that Christophe had the same exact view. That he could see right up into her. And from the way her pussy felt, she knew he could see her reaction, her arousal, her desire.
How could it not be embarrassing? It had to be. Nikki certainly remembered that it was for her. Shockingly embarrassing. The exposure of it, the humiliation.
Sarah had moved them all into position. And now she was having them bend and straighten their legs. Move their hips in circles. Forcing Cindy to expose herself to Christophe, but also forcing her to see, to feel, to experience that exposure doubly as Alina exposed herself.
Nikki found herself mirroring the classes rhythm. Moving her hips up and down. Rubbing her ass into Mark’s sex the same way the class was moving.
“You want it,” Mark whispered, “Don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, please, yes,” Nikki was gasping. “I want it. Please. Oh please.”
Mark pushed into her. “Tell me what you want. Tell me all of it.” His voice was commanding, insistent.
Nikki felt herself respond, open. Not just physically. Not just her sex opening to him. But also her mind. She felt the connection in her mind. The realization of what was happening. She felt it. “I want your…” Nikki hesitated, even after all this time. “your sex, Sir. Inside me.” She felt Mark push into her, encouraging her. “Yes. I want you to fill me, claim me, take me.”
“What else.” He was firm. Matter of fact. He wasn’t going to let her stop there. No matter how uncomfortable this was for her. That was why he was here. It was what he was doing. Pushing her. Pushing her to confront, to acknowledge, to live. Making sure she felt these things. Really felt them. And acknowledged them.
“I, I, I…” Nikki was having a hard time. She took a deep breath. Then it all came out in a rush. “I want you to be fucking me while she experiences this. I want to have your intimacy, while she is forced to confront the lack of intimacy in the act. I want you to be inside me while she feels the eyes of the class on her and she realizes that even her sex doesn’t belong to her, or even to you, but to the system.” Nikki gasped for air. She hadn’t even realized she felt that way.
“Yes.” Mark was thoughtful. “It is a tough moment. When the slavery stops being just the dyad – Master/slave – and you realize that you are part of a broader system. That you can be used, taken, claimed, by others. That you are truly owned. Nice observation.”
Nikki sighed. “Thank you, Sir.” She waited. Mark was holding her tight. His hands still on her. His cock pressed into her back. She could feel the thick hardness of it.
“Please, Sir?” Nikki’s voice was questioning.
“Watch Cindy’s face. I’ll give you what you want. Let’s wait for the moment. The moment of realization.” Mark was intent on what was happening in the room.
Sarah was continuing to instruct the slaves. She had arranged them so Cindy was visible from behind the glass. The emotion was playing over her face. She was feeling it, but it was mostly surprise, wonder, amazement. Not yet shock. No pain, no struggle. Sarah was going to have to turn up the pressure.
Nikki knew what was coming, but it was still shocking.
Sarah was issuing commands. “Spread the cheeks in front of you. Spread them wider. Look right at the center. At the anus.” Sarah was standing right in front of Cindy’s face, next to Alina’s hips. “Yes. Good.”
Now Sarah put her hands on Cindy’s head, guiding her, encouraging her, and also making it impossible for her to resist the next command. “Now kiss that asshole. Yes. Press your lips right into it.”
Nikki could see Cindy’s body tense. But Sarah was right there. She couldn’t hesitate, couldn’t move.
Sarah released Cindy’s head. “Ok, class. Now it is time for all of us to welcome Cindy to the group.” She positioned Cindy facing the mirror.
“Look into the mirror, girl.” Sarah tilted Cindy’s head up so now Mark and Nikki had a perfect view of her face. She was flushed, her mouth open, breathing hard. Nikki knew that Cindy had the taste of Alina’s ass on her lips. That she was totally aware of her own rear, vulnerable, and open.
Sarah moved around behind Cindy, manipulating the girl and pushing her into the position she wanted. She spread Cindy’s legs. Bent them slightly at the knee. Put her hands on her knees. Arched her back slightly.
Nikki saw the embarrassment, the shock of it in Cindy’s face. She saw Cindy struggle to accept it. Struggle to behave. Struggle to do exactly what was expected of her, when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and protect herself, make herself less vulnerable.
Nikki knew what was coming. She was sure Cindy suspected something humiliating. Something difficult. But she didn’t think Cindy was really going to expect this!
Sarah led each of the slaves up to Cindy’s exposed ass. She commanded each one in turn. “Melissa, kiss Cindy and welcome her to the class.”
Melissa bent down, put her hands on Cindy’s buttocks, spread them apart, and pushed her face into Cindy’s ass. Nikki watched Cindy’s face as Melissa’s tongue entered her. Cindy’s eyes widened. She felt the warm, firm, pressure of the tongue entering her, in this most intimate of places. And Nikki saw the moment that Mark had been waiting for. The moment that he had described, the moment when she realized that, not only was nothing hers, it was also not just Mark’s.
She had given herself to the collective and she was owned by all of them, open to all of them, and unable to defend herself from any of them. It was shocking. Difficult.
At that moment, just as Nikki was feeling Cindy’s emotion, empathizing with the girl, remembering her own experience, she felt Mark pushing into her differently, more insistently, spreading her labia, and finally, deliciously, wonderfully, entering her. Hot, hard, lovely. She pushed back into him moaning and squeezing him with her cunt. Oh how it felt good to have him inside her, have him connected to her in this way, have him fucking her. Deliciously and wonderfully fucking her.
Meanwhile Sarah was moving Melissa away from Cindy and moving the next slave into position. “Tyler, kiss Cindy and welcome her to the class.”
Now Cindy knew what to expect. But she could see Tyler moving into position, putting his hands on her, spreading her open, and then leaning in to delve into her with his mouth. She was holding herself perfectly still, accepting it. But her eyes had welled up with tears, the emotion too much to handle.
“Isn’t she lovely?” Mark’s voice was in Nikki’s ear, as he pushed his cock into her and pushed her into the railing. “Do you remember what you looked like? You made it through the third slave before the tears ran down your face. So lovely. So obedient. But so proud, having your pride stripped from you. Do you remember that? Do you feel it?”
Nikki remembered. She remembered the humiliation, the bewilderment. She remembered the surprise. The shock of it. But also the burning desire she had to succeed. To prove her worthiness. To succeed. She remembered how hard it had been.
But right now she just wanted to feel him. To feel Mark. To feel him sliding in deeper, filling her, becoming part of her. Lovely. She let the feeling radiate out from her center, felt him sliding in and out. The delicious feeling of his skin inside her, sliding against her wet slickness. Heat against heat.
She pushed back into him. Looked into Cindy’s face as she pushed against him. Felt the sensations mounting. She could feel the blood on the surface of her skin. Could feel her breath coming harder, faster. Could feel her pelvic floor muscles tightening. The orgasm starting to build. The skin on the back of her neck was tingling. The sensation flowing. She pushed a little faster a little harder.
“Oh! Sir! Oh, please! Oh! Yes!”
Nikki knew she was supposed to wait for his permission. But she wasn’t sure she could. Cindy’s face was so poignant, her body so fresh and attractive. Nikki stared at the young girl as the third slave was moved into position behind her. Her complete openness, her inability to hide, it reminded Nikki of her own status and made her even hotter.
Mark’s voice was at her ear. “Wait for it, girl. I’ll give it to you.”
Nikki held back. And finally he erupted inside her pushing her up and over the edge sensation radiating out in ripples from her core. She could feel her vagina contract on his cock, milking the cum from him, squeezing him as he shuddered inside her. What a delicious sensation. Wonderful.
“That’s right girl. Give it to me.” Mark’s arms were around her, enfolding her, containing her, holding her. “You are mine. Mine forever. Whatever happens.”
Nikki knew it was true.
The next part was truly ingenious. He had Cindy open her mouth and ran Nikki’s leash through the back of it, all the way deep, had her close her jaw on it, holding it in place. Then had Nikki open her mouth and pass Cindy’s leash through it. The two leashes ran between the girls and he held the two ends in his hand, Cindy’s leash passing through Nikki’s mouth before getting to his hand and Nikki’s leash passing through Cindy’s mouth before getting to his hand.
Linked this way, the three of them moved into the corridor. Cindy and Nikki had to stay perfectly in step. Either one falling behind led to an extremely uncomfortable pulling sensation in the other’s mouth.
They walked as a unit down the corridor. Mark hadn’t shared with them where they were going. So Nikki had no idea. She was just following. Just being led. A comforting feeling of release, giving herself over, completely and totally. Letting the relaxation of it wash over her. Feeling it in her body, her jiggling breasts, her ass, her thighs, her naked pussy. Her nakedness and her powerlessness feeding on each other and building her arousal.
After a couple of minutes it became clear where they were going. They were headed towards the training rooms. This was where the master trainers worked with the new inductees. It was where the trainees learned the basics – the commands, the positions, the formal and informal ways to obey.
Nikki remembered her own early training. The shock of it. The mystification. Was she really expected to just give herself over this way? Was she supposed to humiliate herself? Did they want her embarrassment? Her shyness? Or did they want her to be brazen and confident? She remembered her confusion, her anxiety. And she remembered it being stripped away. Expectations made clear. Orders issued. She remembered the relief of it, all tasks laid out for her, challenges presented to be tackled.
How was it going to be for Cindy? Nikki tried to project. The girl was so young. Had so little experience, but was also so eager already. She was clearly un-phased by the concept of obedience. Was it a product of her age? Were young people, in general, less concerned about being degraded? Certainly they were closer to the feeling of dependence of being a child.
They arrived at the classroom. It was one of the larger ones, and there was a small group of slaves already there. Nikki recognized a couple of them. They certainly weren’t all as new as Cindy. This was an old trick of the administration. Seed the class with some more experienced hands, so then the new students would fall into line, see what was expected, feel more comfortable. Almost unfair really, like ganging up on the poor girl.
The instructor was Sarah. Oof. Sarah was scary. Tall, thin, with perfectly round breasts that could only have been created by a skilled surgeon. She was an aerobics instructor, weight lifter, and competitive cyclist. Her classes were a combination of workout and obedience. Hard.
Mark stopped Cindy and Nikki. Removed the leashes from their mouths. Nikki shifted her lower jaw back and forth trying to get the blood to flow back in. Her jaw felt stiff and uncomfortable, her mouth strangely empty. She moved her tongue around exploring the spot where the chain had been digging in.
Mark reached over and clicked off Cindy’s leash. Cindy bowed her head while he reached behind her and opened the buckle on her collar. She already looked so submissive. Nikki felt another pang watching. Amazing, really, this young girl. Nikki felt the sexual zing of power; the girl had handed herself over. It was obvious.
Mark looked over at Nikki and said, simply, “stay.” The way you would say it to a dog. Calmly, commandingly. No question that she would obey. Would stand stock still and wait for his next command. Wait for whatever he had in mind.
He walked around Cindy and, putting his left hand on her lower back, guided her into the classroom.
Nikki watched as Mark introduced Cindy to Sarah. Sarah gave the new girl an appraising glance. She’d seen her share of slaves. Knew what she was looking at, and what she was looking for. She took in Cindy’s fair skin, the blush adding a pink tinge. Her rounded breasts shuddering with each breath. Her eyes, downcast and shy, but willing and oh so submissive.
Sarah was clearly impressed. She nodded to Mark.
“This is her first class?”
“Yes, I’ve been giving her a little instruction on my own. But today was the first day she has been with other slaves. I introduced her to Nikki.”
“Ah, yes. I see.” Sarah took a deep breath. “Well, we’ll have our work cut out for us won’t we? We’ll just start with the basics.” She turned to Cindy. “Come over here, right in front of me.”
Sarah got busy integrating Cindy into the class. Mark turned away and moved back to Nikki.
“Come on, hun. Let’s watch.” He took Nikki’s leash and led her back to the corridor and into a long thin room at the end of the exercise room.
Nikki realized that the mirror in the exercise studio was actually one way glass. She and Mark could see clearly into the studio. And there were speakers piping in the sound from the main room. It was like the set up for a focus group – there were raised tiers of seats behind her. She and Mark were alone, but there was enough room for an audience of forty people.
Nikki immediately thought back to all of the classes she had been in. Had people been watching her? Had there been an audience to her humiliation, her shame? Had it been Mark?
She looked up at him with wild eyes.
“Yes, hun. I watched you in class. Saw your efforts, your struggles, and your successes. And I loved watching.” Mark paused to let it sink in. And Nikki felt the knowledge of her powerlessness being absorbed into her being. A wave of warmth suffusing her. It was amazing how this process peeled away layer after layer of pride, confidence, identity. Leaving just the core of herself. Just her submission.
“We’re going to stand here and watch. I want you to see. To remember what it was like for you. To feel it. And then I’m going to take you to the group dormitory for the compulsories.”
Nikki felt that like a blow. He was going to say good bye to her. Hand her over to someone else. He would no longer be responsible. No longer be watching over her. She’d still be a Mark Gold slave, but she wouldn’t be his. At least unless he bought her. That thought comforted her. He could buy her. That wouldn’t be so bad.
Mark positioned her just where he wanted her. There was a railing, about 4 inches wide, covered in squishy upholstery, in front of the window. Clever, actually, it prevented anybody from leaning against the glass and potentially cracking it or damaging it in any way. It also provided a perfect surface to press Nikki’s pelvis against, and that’s what Mark did. He stood behind her, his body pressed into her, keeping her riveted on what was going on in the class.
Nikki felt Mark, warm and strong behind her. He had wrapped his arms around her, was cupping her breasts from behind. She felt perfectly surrounded, held, contained. Warm, safe. His. It was a wonderful feeling. She shut her eyes, wanting to lose herself in it, allow him to press into her, feel his sex. Feel him.
“Open your eyes, girl.” His voice was soft in her ear, but insistent. His hands drove home his point, giving her breasts a squeeze. There wasn’t any choice to but to obey. “I want you to see this.”
Nikki opened them. The class was underway. Sarah was leading the group, six women and two men, in some basic warm up exercises. Arms up, arms down. Two steps right, two steps left. Grapevine. Mambo front. The big difference – all the dancers were naked. Only the instructor was dressed.
It was a strange effect. A “normal” activity with this weird twist. How many dance classes had Nikki been to in her life? Hundreds. And she’d taken dozens of classes with Sarah over the last month and a half. But it was still so strange.
“They look so pretty, don’t they?” Mark’s voice was at her ear. “Asses shaking. Breasts moving. Cocks. They look so human. So much more real than when they are clothed. You can see so much in a naked body.”
He was right, of course. But in a kind of upsetting way. What did he see in her naked body? His hands playing over it right now, squeezing her, touching her, caressing her. She felt herself melt into him, her nerves firing, her body tingling, a small moan escaping from her lips. She loved the feeling of his warmth behind her, pressing into her, his chest against her shoulders. Feeling him containing her.
“Do you remember, Nikki? How it felt the first class?”
Of course she remembered. How could she forget. The hot feeling of shame to feel her body moving completely unfettered by spandex or elastic or rubber. Her body jiggling, shaking, thighs slapping together, stomach and tits moving with each step, nothing holding her in. Knowing that the other slaves could see. And Sarah. Sarah with her perfect body and cute little exercise outfit. Sarah could see her curves, and folds, and bulges. She knew from the way Mark reacted to her that they weren’t unattractive, but she was still ashamed.
And then! The class moving on from “normal” dance moves…. She knew it was about to happen now, for Cindy, on the other side of the glass. And she felt her body stiffen in anticipation.
Sarah had just asked the class to bend over, hands on their knees, and shake their asses from side to side. That was strange enough. In that position, Nikki remembered, Cindy would be able to feel her labia separate and then touch again. Separate and touch. Each shake moving the flesh of her pussy as well as her breasts. Not something she was used to doing.
And from the vantage point of the glass walled room, Nikki could see that not only did the position make it possible for Cindy to feel her pussy in a new way, it also made it possible for the other slaves, the instructor, and the audience Cindy wasn’t even aware of, to see right up into her pussy. To see her glistening folds.
That meant everyone had been able to see up into Nikki too. Ooo. Nikki blushed at the memory. Even though she had been opened, examined, touched, prodded, she still felt violated and self-conscious at the idea that the others had been able to look up into her. Strange.
Mark pushed Nikki tighter into the railing. She could feel him behind her, his arousal growing as she reacted to the class in front of her. He was clearly getting off on her arousal. Feeding on it to build his own. He pushed his right leg between hers, hooking her right ankle and spreading her legs slightly. Her pelvis shifted against the bar, labia opening slightly, clit rubbing into the surface of it, sensation shooting up into her bones.
His fingers squeezed her nipples rhythmically as he leaned in tighter to whisper in her ear, “watch this part… this separates the truly obedient from those who are just going through the motions.”
On the other side of the glass, Sarah was leading the group in a series of stretches. The eight of them were bent over, hands on ankles. Now she organized them in a line. Cindy was in between two much more experienced slaves – Alina was in front and Christophe was behind her. Both Alina and Christophe had been there for longer than Nikki. Nikki knew they would follow any instruction without hesitation.
“Put your hands on the hips of the slave in front of you.” Sarah was issuing commands, like any aerobics instructor, but the big difference was that she was asking Cindy to put her hands on the naked hips of a beautiful slave-girl and, at the same time, allow the big slave-boy to put his hands on her hips. “Now step forward. Right – Left – Right – Left.”
The slaves made a strange kind of naked conga line. Nikki knew that Cindy was feeling Alina’s hips rotating as they stepped forward, that she was feeling the warmth of Alina’s body and the warmth of Christophe’s hands at the same time. She was giving and receiving. She could move herself from object to subject and back. She could feel what Christophe was feeling, could put herself in his head as he held her hips. Nikki remembered the effect of this little “exercise” – it was making Cindy all the more aware of what was being done to her, since she was doing it at the same time.
Now Sarah moved in close to Cindy’s part of the line. She was standing parallel to Cindy, her eyes intent on the girl, monitoring her, watching for any indications of hesitation, any sense that Cindy was struggling. From Nikki’s vantage point, she could see Cindy’s face, and could see the emotion playing out there. There was amazement, intense feeling, pleasure, some surprise. But no hesitation. No resistance. No fight. It was 100% submission. And it was beautiful.
Sarah stopped the line with a short command. “Now we are going to move on. Stand about two feet behind the slave in front of you.” The slaves arranged themselves in a properly spaced line. It was clear to Nikki that everyone but Cindy was used to this exercise. But Cindy was probably not aware of that; she probably thought they were all experiencing it for the first time.
“I want you all to bend at the waist and put your head on the back of the slave in front of you, keep your hands on her, or his, hips.” Each of the slaves leaned over. Now they were like one single creature. Cindy’s breasts were grazing Alina’s buttocks, her hands still on Alina’s hips.
“Move your hands a little bit in, onto the buttocks of the slave in front of you.” Nikki watched as Cindy moved her hands, feeling Christophe’s hands move at the same time. “Spread your legs.”
Mark used his leg to spread Nikki’s legs even further as this command was issued. Nikki moaned. She could feel his sex pressing into her from behind. She could also see the open sex of Annie, the last slave in the line. Annie’s sex was glistening with moisture. Was red, dialated, open, winking. Nikki knew that was what her own sex looked like.
All she wanted was to feel Mark’s cock. Feel him fill her. Hot, hard, urgent. Ooozing with pre-cum. She wanted it. Wanted it with every cell of her body. She shifted her hips slightly, trying to rotate her pelvis. Trying to communicate with him. Trying to invite him. Trying to make it clear what she wanted.
Mark murmured in her ear. “Yes girl, I like to see that you want it. I like for you to feel that. But you need to wait. Keep holding on. Breathe.”
Nikki took a deep breath. She pushed into the feeling, she squeezed her muscles. Tried to relax. Tried to accept it. Tried to focus on what was going on in the class room rather than thinking about what was going on in her own body, or behind her in Mark’s. Maybe this would be the last time she felt his cock. Maybe this would be the last time she shared this with him. She tried to move her thoughts away from that.
In the class, Sarah had spread out the line now, she was guiding them with small individual commands, and making a circle, a circle with her at the center. They were spread a little farther from each other now. And now was the tough part. Nikki remembered
Cindy’s hands were still on Alina’s buttocks, but now her face was basically right in Alina’s ass. She was far enough away that she could see right into the other woman’s sex. Could see Alina’s arousal, and see her response to Cindy’s breath. And feel her own exposure. Cindy knew that Christophe had the same exact view. That he could see right up into her. And from the way her pussy felt, she knew he could see her reaction, her arousal, her desire.
How could it not be embarrassing? It had to be. Nikki certainly remembered that it was for her. Shockingly embarrassing. The exposure of it, the humiliation.
Sarah had moved them all into position. And now she was having them bend and straighten their legs. Move their hips in circles. Forcing Cindy to expose herself to Christophe, but also forcing her to see, to feel, to experience that exposure doubly as Alina exposed herself.
Nikki found herself mirroring the classes rhythm. Moving her hips up and down. Rubbing her ass into Mark’s sex the same way the class was moving.
“You want it,” Mark whispered, “Don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, please, yes,” Nikki was gasping. “I want it. Please. Oh please.”
Mark pushed into her. “Tell me what you want. Tell me all of it.” His voice was commanding, insistent.
Nikki felt herself respond, open. Not just physically. Not just her sex opening to him. But also her mind. She felt the connection in her mind. The realization of what was happening. She felt it. “I want your…” Nikki hesitated, even after all this time. “your sex, Sir. Inside me.” She felt Mark push into her, encouraging her. “Yes. I want you to fill me, claim me, take me.”
“What else.” He was firm. Matter of fact. He wasn’t going to let her stop there. No matter how uncomfortable this was for her. That was why he was here. It was what he was doing. Pushing her. Pushing her to confront, to acknowledge, to live. Making sure she felt these things. Really felt them. And acknowledged them.
“I, I, I…” Nikki was having a hard time. She took a deep breath. Then it all came out in a rush. “I want you to be fucking me while she experiences this. I want to have your intimacy, while she is forced to confront the lack of intimacy in the act. I want you to be inside me while she feels the eyes of the class on her and she realizes that even her sex doesn’t belong to her, or even to you, but to the system.” Nikki gasped for air. She hadn’t even realized she felt that way.
“Yes.” Mark was thoughtful. “It is a tough moment. When the slavery stops being just the dyad – Master/slave – and you realize that you are part of a broader system. That you can be used, taken, claimed, by others. That you are truly owned. Nice observation.”
Nikki sighed. “Thank you, Sir.” She waited. Mark was holding her tight. His hands still on her. His cock pressed into her back. She could feel the thick hardness of it.
“Please, Sir?” Nikki’s voice was questioning.
“Watch Cindy’s face. I’ll give you what you want. Let’s wait for the moment. The moment of realization.” Mark was intent on what was happening in the room.
Sarah was continuing to instruct the slaves. She had arranged them so Cindy was visible from behind the glass. The emotion was playing over her face. She was feeling it, but it was mostly surprise, wonder, amazement. Not yet shock. No pain, no struggle. Sarah was going to have to turn up the pressure.
Nikki knew what was coming, but it was still shocking.
Sarah was issuing commands. “Spread the cheeks in front of you. Spread them wider. Look right at the center. At the anus.” Sarah was standing right in front of Cindy’s face, next to Alina’s hips. “Yes. Good.”
Now Sarah put her hands on Cindy’s head, guiding her, encouraging her, and also making it impossible for her to resist the next command. “Now kiss that asshole. Yes. Press your lips right into it.”
Nikki could see Cindy’s body tense. But Sarah was right there. She couldn’t hesitate, couldn’t move.
Sarah released Cindy’s head. “Ok, class. Now it is time for all of us to welcome Cindy to the group.” She positioned Cindy facing the mirror.
“Look into the mirror, girl.” Sarah tilted Cindy’s head up so now Mark and Nikki had a perfect view of her face. She was flushed, her mouth open, breathing hard. Nikki knew that Cindy had the taste of Alina’s ass on her lips. That she was totally aware of her own rear, vulnerable, and open.
Sarah moved around behind Cindy, manipulating the girl and pushing her into the position she wanted. She spread Cindy’s legs. Bent them slightly at the knee. Put her hands on her knees. Arched her back slightly.
Nikki saw the embarrassment, the shock of it in Cindy’s face. She saw Cindy struggle to accept it. Struggle to behave. Struggle to do exactly what was expected of her, when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and protect herself, make herself less vulnerable.
Nikki knew what was coming. She was sure Cindy suspected something humiliating. Something difficult. But she didn’t think Cindy was really going to expect this!
Sarah led each of the slaves up to Cindy’s exposed ass. She commanded each one in turn. “Melissa, kiss Cindy and welcome her to the class.”
Melissa bent down, put her hands on Cindy’s buttocks, spread them apart, and pushed her face into Cindy’s ass. Nikki watched Cindy’s face as Melissa’s tongue entered her. Cindy’s eyes widened. She felt the warm, firm, pressure of the tongue entering her, in this most intimate of places. And Nikki saw the moment that Mark had been waiting for. The moment that he had described, the moment when she realized that, not only was nothing hers, it was also not just Mark’s.
She had given herself to the collective and she was owned by all of them, open to all of them, and unable to defend herself from any of them. It was shocking. Difficult.
At that moment, just as Nikki was feeling Cindy’s emotion, empathizing with the girl, remembering her own experience, she felt Mark pushing into her differently, more insistently, spreading her labia, and finally, deliciously, wonderfully, entering her. Hot, hard, lovely. She pushed back into him moaning and squeezing him with her cunt. Oh how it felt good to have him inside her, have him connected to her in this way, have him fucking her. Deliciously and wonderfully fucking her.
Meanwhile Sarah was moving Melissa away from Cindy and moving the next slave into position. “Tyler, kiss Cindy and welcome her to the class.”
Now Cindy knew what to expect. But she could see Tyler moving into position, putting his hands on her, spreading her open, and then leaning in to delve into her with his mouth. She was holding herself perfectly still, accepting it. But her eyes had welled up with tears, the emotion too much to handle.
“Isn’t she lovely?” Mark’s voice was in Nikki’s ear, as he pushed his cock into her and pushed her into the railing. “Do you remember what you looked like? You made it through the third slave before the tears ran down your face. So lovely. So obedient. But so proud, having your pride stripped from you. Do you remember that? Do you feel it?”
Nikki remembered. She remembered the humiliation, the bewilderment. She remembered the surprise. The shock of it. But also the burning desire she had to succeed. To prove her worthiness. To succeed. She remembered how hard it had been.
But right now she just wanted to feel him. To feel Mark. To feel him sliding in deeper, filling her, becoming part of her. Lovely. She let the feeling radiate out from her center, felt him sliding in and out. The delicious feeling of his skin inside her, sliding against her wet slickness. Heat against heat.
She pushed back into him. Looked into Cindy’s face as she pushed against him. Felt the sensations mounting. She could feel the blood on the surface of her skin. Could feel her breath coming harder, faster. Could feel her pelvic floor muscles tightening. The orgasm starting to build. The skin on the back of her neck was tingling. The sensation flowing. She pushed a little faster a little harder.
“Oh! Sir! Oh, please! Oh! Yes!”
Nikki knew she was supposed to wait for his permission. But she wasn’t sure she could. Cindy’s face was so poignant, her body so fresh and attractive. Nikki stared at the young girl as the third slave was moved into position behind her. Her complete openness, her inability to hide, it reminded Nikki of her own status and made her even hotter.
Mark’s voice was at her ear. “Wait for it, girl. I’ll give it to you.”
Nikki held back. And finally he erupted inside her pushing her up and over the edge sensation radiating out in ripples from her core. She could feel her vagina contract on his cock, milking the cum from him, squeezing him as he shuddered inside her. What a delicious sensation. Wonderful.
“That’s right girl. Give it to me.” Mark’s arms were around her, enfolding her, containing her, holding her. “You are mine. Mine forever. Whatever happens.”
Nikki knew it was true.
