Chapter 12

 

The two unknowing slaves-to-be were quiet and tense on the ride out to the mansion. Alyssa, riding in the passenger seat, made a few polite comments about the temperate breezy weather. She seemed excited in a positive way. More so than Jones would have ever predicted. Having Lori with her must reassure her he concluded.

Lori had her full guard up. She kept her face impassive and said almost nothing. Jones checked on her from time to time in the rear view mirror. Once she caught him and narrowed her eyes in a near glare. The young woman was sexy but rangy in build and her strong mental make up was even more of a potential problem than her physical strength. Jones wondered again if he was going to be able to mount, stay on, and ultimately break this filly to the rein.

He really did want a complete collection. Losing her would also lead to other difficulties. He’d just have to succeed.

Jones pulled the monstrous, luxury SUV into the looping driveway and parked it as near the door as possible on the inner loop. He ushered the females up the two dozen palatial wide front steps and into the foyer, which was larger than a two-car garage.

Lori was immediately suspicious of the plush surroundings, “Dr. Jones, how can you possibly afford a home like this? Are you mafia or something? ”

“No, nothing like that. Good wise investments of time, effort, and money have paid off. There is a small inconvenience though. Much of the flooring is of exquisite but delicate tiles made from materials rare and precious. To protect them we must now remove our footwear to proceed to the dining hall. ”

Alyssa was surprised, “We’re going bare foot? ”

“No, in this closet here there is special footwear. I carry several of every size. It’s a walk-in closet with fitting benches. The foot gear is a little clunky so please tolerate it. The shoes are heavy but the soft padding on the soles protects the floor. They strap on like Roman sandals. Again, they are heavy on the foot but they do look pleasing. ”

Alyssa was too preoccupied with gazing around the entry foyer in wonder to question the odd footwear. She hardly looked at them as she snapped the strong leather straps in place. It was clear they would never fall off and nor could they be kicked free.

Lori immediately suspected Dr. Jones had some sort of foot fetish. Who changed footwear to walk around their house? She’d never heard of that. It must be bullshit. The “special” footwear was some kind of elevator sandals. The base was several inches thick and incredibly heavy though the bottoms were so heavily padded they could never leave any scratches despite the odd weight. She thought there were far too many straps and snaps for securing them in place. They were far more complex than needed. Obviously this was all some premise to gear up their feet to satisfy his odd predilection. As a guest, though, she really could not refuse. Alyssa looked so curious and excited Lori doubted the sweetheart would follow her if she decided to leave. Oh well, thought Lori, who cares if this freak jerks off after we leave while thinking about our feet. It would make no difference to her.

Of course, neither of them knew Sierra had not been asked to wear this footwear. Also, neither one paid attention to Jones donning very different footwear, light and flat.

Once they’d all changed Jones led them deeper into the mansion. Jones was far shorter than Lori anyway but now, with those gawky elevator contraptions, she felt like she towered over him. Even delicate Alyssa was now taller than him. They were both awkward as well. Both were embarrassed by their clumsiness but amused by the unsteady movements of their companion. It occurred hilariously to Lori that maybe Dr. Jones did not have a foot fetish. To be fair, maybe he was just turned on by clumsy chicks. Lori barely stifled her laugh.

Jones was also amused….

A very pretty young woman with dark brown-red hair greeted them just outside the door to the kitchen and a few feet from the door to the dining room. She wore a plain old-fashioned dress that covered her from neck to ankle. She confirmed what they’d like for dinner including beverages. Dr. Jones insisted on a red wine for both and they agreed. It wasn’t like they had to go back to work after this and they didn’t want Jones to think they were no fun at all.

The presence of the young woman, her calm professional politeness, and, especially, her very conservative dress all served to reassure Lori. If Jones was some freak this woman wouldn’t be there. Perhaps Lori had been overprotective yet again of one of her co-workers. She couldn’t help that it was her instinct to protect.

Wayne Jones had watched Lori carefully for some time now and had formed a pretty good understanding of her primary personality characteristics. Overprotective of others, especially female friends. A socially acceptable expression of deeper, less acceptable, desire. Overprotective. Jones was counting on that.

He guided them into the dining hall. The small, high windows offered little illumination as it was now twilight and other than that there were only bright table lights making the table top and any potential diners clear as day while making the rest of the room fade to black. This ensured a certain ambiance of coziness despite the huge space and gigantic table. More importantly it kept the underside of the table in deep shadows and that kept the crouched and chained Sierra well hidden. It wouldn’t do for the two new lovelies to see the current state of their co-worker. That would not be conducive to getting them to fully relax their guard.

Jones acted the gentleman and pulled out a chair for each one in turn. He, of course, sat at the head of the table with Lori to his right and Alyssa to his left. The table was so huge that the two females were still about six feet apart from each other.

Jones appeared calm outwardly but he knew right then was perhaps the riskiest time for his plan. The reason was Sierra. What was going on in her little head under the table?

 

Sierra was no longer thirsty as the serving girl had given her a tall drink of water. She’d guzzled it and wondered at how fully dressed the girl now was. She was sporting enough fabric she could have spared some to fully cloth Sierra as well. Not that Sierra expected that act of kindness.

Once her thirst was quenched and she was alone once more and still naked under the table she debated her next move.

Sierra was unsure what to do and scared any which way she decided to act. Or not act.

She heard the threesome enter. She’d expected Jones and Alyssa but was surprised to recognize Lori’s voice. What was she doing here as well?

She’d had time to think. She’d rehearsed how it all might go. She liked friendly Alyssa a lot. Everyone loved her like a little sister. At first, as she anticipated this moment while waiting for them to arrive, she’d thought she would warn Alyssa. Immediately. She’d have to. It was the right thing to do. But over the course of time she’d lost her inner battle. Logic had undone her. She realized if she yelled out to Alyssa she, herself, would still be stuck chained under the table. A call for help would probably initiate a struggle between slight Alyssa and the maniacal Dr. Jones. It was easy to anticipate who would win and who would lose. So, following a weird logic path, she thought for Alyssa’s own good she better not warn her….

After all, Sierra acknowledged ruefully to herself, she’d brought her current predicament on herself in many ways. Failures of common sense. She had an inner slutty streak Dr. Jones tapped into. She didn’t think Alyssa had that. She’d refuse Jones’ advances and Sierra doubted Jones would then use force on her. He was certainly aggressive but he wasn’t some kind of criminal. Besides, if and when refused by Alyssa he would know he had Sierra available for him waiting under the table. It wasn’t like he would get blue balls or anything. He’d be disappointed but he’d let Alyssa go and then Sierra would receive his load of sperm. Poetic justice since she’d help bring it to a boil with her oral attentions in the early afternoon.

Sierra knew there was another difference between her and Alyssa. She had lied to Jones by wearing cosmetics whereas Alyssa, such a natural girl, rarely wore much make-up. On reflection that was yet another way she’d incited Jones and caused her current predicament.

Yep, she would stay quiet, Alyssa would refuse him, and afterwards Jones would just let her go. Alyssa first and then Sierra herself though he’d probably send her home with a load of sperm in her tummy. She’d didn’t mind the prospect. It would be a good way to cap off an exciting day.

Sierra was looking forward to going home. Stretching out on her comfy bed. Jones had left her sore and questioning her own inner sexual nature. The day had certainly been a grueling sexual adventure but Sierra suspected she would eventually look back on it with more appreciation than abhorrence.

So she expected to stay as quiet as a non-participatory mouse. The presence of Lori changed her thought process. It was Alyssa and Lori. Lori was tall and assertive. She would kick Dr. Jones’ ass if she needed to. Lori enjoyed competing in Tae Kwon Do. Jones would not have a prayer.

Sierra very nearly spoke up. She even swallowed in preparation.

Then she realized if she did both Lori and Alyssa would look under the table and see her. Like this. Nude. Smelling like sex. Surrounded by stains and dried body fluids. Nasty. So nasty. That would be unbelievably embarrassing. How could she work with them again after that? They would know she was a slut. Right now only she and Dr. Jones knew that. Her dirty secret would be out. They’d never forget the revelation of her true nature.

That was it. She’d have to stay quiet.

She felt guilty about that decision as her co-workers, one after the other, were seated, their legs joining Sierra under the table. She could reach out and touch either one of them. She felt guilty but she was curious. Though the view wasn’t much -- or, really, it was too much -- she was about to have a ringside seat in Jones getting shot down if he was so arrogantly foolish as to proposition her friends.

She smiled a little. Dr. Jones had no idea what he was in for here. He probably looked at Lori’s statuesque beauty and adorably pretty Alyssa and imagined them as sluts. As slutty as Sierra herself had turned out to be. Dr. Jones had no idea Alyssa was, while not a virgin, basically quite innocent and sexually old-fashioned. And Lori! Lori rarely dated, probably because she never put up with any bullshit from guys. Anyway, she had a well-known policy she wouldn’t date a man shorter than she was. Dr. Jones was far shorter. Lori also thought it was ridiculous how many older men obtained young women in their prime. She had another policy, she wouldn’t date a man more than seven years her elder. Jones was like four times that much older. She seemed quite content without a man. What could Jones offer her? Nothing.

Yes, Jones would soon be going down in flames. Good. That arrogant bastard needed to be taken down a notch. More like a hundred notches.

If Lori was laid off she’d have another job in less than a week. Visiting associates of Dr. Walters had often expressed the opinion that Lori, with her professional focus and intelligence, ought to go to medical school and become a doctor herself. Dr. Lynne Stanford had pushed her to do this more than anyone but Lori hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

Sierra couldn’t see much detail in the darkness under the table. She could tell Lori and Alyssa wore some bizarre elevator shoes. Maybe they were trying to be as tall as could be to turn off Jones. She also saw they both still wore loose knee length dresses, the type she’d often seen them wear at the clinic. The type she had seen them wear that very morning! It was hard for Sierra to believe she’d only been under the table less than a day. It felt like a week. No, more like a month.

Sierra couldn’t help but look a long time at Dr. Jones’ crotch. It was hard to believe that cock in those pants just hours earlier had been all the way up her ass. Had come inside her ass. The same cock she had licked clean afterward. She’d nearly made him orgasm again. She recalled she’d wanted that load, had actually wanted to swallow it. How slutty! Jones had denied her because he said he wanted to save it for Alyssa. It would serve him right to get blue balls!

She supposed that once the young ladies turned him down and left he’d probably require Sierra to suck him off. The thought did not anger her. She felt needy. She felt potentially useful.

Under the table Sierra tentatively reached out and lightly touched Dr. Jones’ ankle. Just so he’d remember she was there.

There and ready for whatever he needed….

 

The meal passed in cordial conversation. As was his standard practice Wayne Jones steered talk away from his own background, life, and future aspirations. For the most part he avoided answering direct questions and steered the conversation artfully to obtain as much information from the two females as he could. In fact, Lori and Alyssa, who’d known each other for nearly two years and worked together five days a week, actually learned things about one another they’d never known. Lori hadn’t known that growing up, Alyssa wanted to be a cello player in an orchestra. Alyssa knew Lori had two older sisters and knew their father left them when all three were quite young but had not known Lori turned down a lucrative professional modeling opportunity to pursue her career in nursing.

Jones used the conversation for more than just to get through the meal or to relax their guard. And for more than just obtaining a better understanding of their motivations and personalities. Knowing them more intimately psychologically whetted his appetite to possess them. In fact, even as his physical standard appetite was satiated with the fine meal, his other physical appetite, for sexual dominance, grew and grew until it became monstrous and entirely consuming.

As a silent and graceful Kira served each course to the delight of the females Jones himself devoured each tidbit of information from them like appetizers to the main, true, feast ahead.

Kira kept their wine glasses full. In fact, neither female could ever manage to empty them before she was back filling them. The stimulating conversation -- talking about themselves always seemed stimulating to females -- as well as frequent little toasts from Jones who was willing to celebrate almost any statement they made -- kept them sipping, sipping, sipping. Neither one could keep track of how much they imbibed, or even tried to, because they could never finish a glass.

Jones wasn’t actually trying to get them drunk. That would be cheating. However, gaining an advantage was perfectly permissable. He made sure that he appeared to sip frequently but only actually wet his lips each time.

After dinner Kira retreated and left the three of them alone. Well, the four of them actually….

Although the talk and the wine consumption during dinner had calmed her a little, Alyssa’s anticipation built steadily. She had butterflies in her stomach. She felt like something momentous would happen. She didn’t know how or why but she could sense it. Something exciting.

Lori, on the other hand, while then believing her earlier suspicion of Doctor Jones was probably inappropriate, was quite impatient, “Dr. Jones, we appreciate dinner. Thank you. We’d sure like to know your plans for the clinic and our role in them. Is now the time to enlighten us? ”

“Very well. Your roles are still not set or definite. You both have positions if you want them but you may not want them. ”

“Why not? ”

“It depends on whether you are true professionals in your field. If you purely want to help… to serve… you will accept positions. If you are picky and narrow-minded you won’t even be interested. ”

Alyssa spoke, “We do love to help people. That’s exactly why we chose to work at the clinic and in this particular field of medical service. I take it from your words and the diversion of all our patients we’ll no longer pursue our specialty? That is truly too bad. It makes me sad. ”

“Me, too,” chimed in Lori with a little hurt reproach in her voice.

“Actually, you will both still have opportunities to practice your current expertise. That was a reason I chose the type of clinic I did. However, that will no longer be your main long-term focus. It will be secondary, though still vitally important. The new focus will be good for each of you as it will expand your skill sets. If you choose to continue on at my clinic you will each be very much in demand. ”

“OK…. ” It was clear from the tone of doubt that these two wanted to know the particulars. Clearly they did not suspect the double-speak in his words.

“The medical field is a service industry ultimately and success depends on excellence as well as supply and demand. You two want to help people and that’s good, and you will, but it is still a business and that is all about supply and demand. You and your co-workers already have the excellence but I bring unique supply to meet surprising demand. The clinic’s current specialty is not nearly unique. There is plenty of competition. Under my reign the clinic will specialize in something unique. Not everyone is suitable. For instance, as nurses you are used to nudity and are not offended by it. But, what if you were? Then you would no longer be suitable for your jobs despite your excellence and desire to help people. Everything depends on if you are dedicated enough to succeed in this new endeavor. ”

“OK…. ”

“Rather than dealing with simple physical nudity -- there will still be that -- you will need to be able to deal with mental and emotional nudity. ”

Lori was getting more impatient now and his words raised some warning flags, “Just what, exactly, are you talking about? ”

“A new method of treatment. There is traditional medicine for the body and there is also psychology. As if the mind and body were separate entities. They are not. They are interconnected. This clinic will be a fusion of the physical and the psychological. ”

“I still don’t get it. ”

“It’s best I show you. Here, we’ll experiment on Alyssa. Alyssa, you don’t mind, do you? ”

Jones lightly rang a table bell. Immediately the conservatively dressed young woman Doctor Jones called “Kira” re-entered the dining room carrying a platter. Lori and Alyssa both immediately wondered how she knew when to enter. It was like Dr. Jones had this presentation all planned out. Their disquiet returned, multiplied. Kira brought the platter to Jones and he removed the two items on it. They were heavy, thick metal circles. Kira spun around and left the room with the platter against her side.

Doctor Jones spoke casually and with self-assurance, “The mind and the body are not separate. They are one. Affect one and you effect both. That is the key. Alyssa, these contraptions are irons. They lock closed on the wrists. They can’t be removed without a key. Unless you have a welding torch and lots of time. You’ll notice there is no chain connecting them. As such, they are just oversize bracelets. Someone wearing them is perfectly free but they may feel imprisoned by their weight and symbolic nature. Here, we’ll demonstrate on you Alyssa. ”

“Oh, I don’t know. ”Alyssa looked scared.

Lori to the rescue, “Dr. Jones, you’re scaring her. Your experiment seems a little bizarre but I’m sure it’s harmless. Here, give them to me, I’ll put them on. ”

Ah ha! Just as Wayne Jones had anticipated. She had predictably moved to protect Alyssa. All would now go according to plan. They had just passed the last major variable.

“You do have the key to these, right? ”Lori paused with the first chain-free shackle on her left wrist but not quite locked closed.

“Of course. ”Jones pulled a key out of his pants pocket and tossed it to the center of the table. Then he turned and watched her. He may have turned back too quickly or appeared too eager or Alyssa’s feeling of dread may have flashed across her face.

Lori lingered over locking the manacle to her wrist.

“You’re not afraid, are you, Nurse Lori? ”

Lori could see no reason not to follow through on shutting the manacle. The key was right there on the table and the damn manacle didn’t even have a chain. It would be heavy but wouldn’t really inhibit movement. She couldn’t back down in front of Alyssa. If she didn’t do it, Alyssa would. This giant manacle on Alyssa’s slim wrist wouldn’t be right even if this was all some silly exercise. In fact, Lori could see what was happening now. Dr. Jones was testing their open-mindedness. If she backed down they would not be offered positions in his enterprise. Lori didn’t much care personally -- she had many other options and didn’t care to work for this guy anyway -- but she could ruin it for Alyssa.

Each manacle was a four inch long cylinder nearly an inch thick all the way around. Barbed teeth inserted and locked in place into multiple cavities. There was a small key lock. They were both all smooth metal without any sign of rust. These were not some artifacts once used on the man in the iron mask. They were modern-looking tools of archaic restraint. They did once have a chain connecting them or Lori assumed there once was because each shackle had a thick loop of metal where chains likely once connected.

Once she decided she would do it she snapped each manacle closed with a series of grinding metallic clicks. She rested her now heavily weighted forearms on the wide arms of her chair. She glanced at Alyssa hoping her nervousness did not show and then stuck her chin out a little with defiance as she looked into Doctor Jones’ goofy eyes.

“Do you have a sensation of restraint? Do you feel helpless? ”

“As a matter of fact, no, I don’t. These bracelets are bigger than I’d normally wear but I don’t feel ‘helpless’. Now, what is the point? ”

Jones nodded, “I can see you don’t feel helpless. Heavy bracelets just aren’t the same as true restraints. Perhaps you lack the imagination it would require. The point, as you ask, would be a feeling of helplessness. How that physical sensation would have an emotional impact. However, I need to make my point and that does require a sensation of helplessness. Since you lack imagination to play along the only way to achieve the needed sense of helplessness is through actual helplessness. ”

Lori had no idea what he was talking about and wasn’t alarmed when he reached over and down to the side of her chair. Not knowing his intent she remained still. She heard a minute click like a button depressed or a switch flipped.

The chair made a low hum and she felt both her feet pulled by an invisible force up against the thick front legs of the chair. She felt an aura of ambient power. What the Hell? What was going on? She started and tried to bring her hands up to push out from the table in order to look down and see what was happening with her feet.

That’s when she realized she couldn’t move her hands. Well, she could move them, she could move her entire hands or any or all of her fingers as much as she wanted, she just couldn’t lift her arms away from the chair arms. What the Hell? The manacles were heavy but they weren’t that heavy. Were they stuck on something?

Loris assessed the situation and realized no matter how hard she struggled and tensed her muscles she could not move any of her four limbs. Jones watched her calmly but still leaned forward towards her.

Lori was thoroughly dismayed and alarmed, “Hey, what the fuck is this? What is going on? ”

“Nurse Lori, you can’t move now, can you? ”

Alyssa’s voice burst over them, “Oh my God! ”

Jones turned to her, “Be calm, Alyssa. Stay where you are. This is all part of the demonstration. Lori is in no danger at all. At least, not in the traditional sense. Remember, she did volunteer. ”

Alyssa, about to rise, tentatively settled back into her chair.

Jones turned back to Lori, “You did volunteer, didn’t you, Nurse Lori? ”

Lori stifled an angry and profane outcry. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. No, she would coolly weather this so-called demonstration. This crazy demonstration. Demonstration of what? This Doctor Jones was some quack!

Lori could not completely keep the sullenness out of her voice, “Yes, I volunteered. Now what? ”

“First, let me explain what I did here, how you were rendered helpless. There is a large amount of iron in both the manacles and your footgear. The thick soles conceal big chunks of iron -- thus their weight. The chair also has a high content but, what makes it work are the coils of wiring inside the arms and legs of the chair. There is a battery attached to the underside of the chair. A big battery that can last many hours. I flipped a switch which then allows an electric current to run endlessly through those coils. This creates a very powerful magnetic field. Magnetism is all based on electricity and most people don’t know that. Don’t worry, it is all safe and harmless. However, the chair is magnetized powerfully. Your feet and arms will not be able to move until I turn the switch off. Now you are truly helpless and can feel the full effect. ”

“Sure. That’s great. All right, turn it off now. ”

“No, no, no. Not so quick. It takes time for the effect to build up. If you are released immediately or know you are about to be released, the effect is ruined. We must give it time. Time, circumstances, and uncertainty. More on that in a minute. Who knows, perhaps you will still be bound by magnetism to this chair tomorrow morning… or through the weekend. ”

Lori felt a stab of awesome dread but tried to keep a brave face on, “I don’t see how this could have anything to do with medical science. Or therapy. ”

“Oh, it does. Let’s give it some time. Alyssa, what do you think of this? Your protective co-worker, is sitting across from you after an excellent dinner in my beautiful mansion, yet she is completely helpless. What do you make of that? ”

“What am I supposed to think? I’m a little alarmed. Please turn that chair thing off. ”

“The physical world -- actions and sensations -- impacts the mental and emotional world. In fact, in this case, the physical can dictate the emotional. Take the same people in the same location and change just a few critical facts, such as one of them no longer being able to move freely, and everything changes. It is like a kaleidoscope. A tiny twist of the wrist and all the patterns and all the colors alter dramatically. ”

Lori felt a little panicky. She jerked powerfully at the manacles clinging magnetically to the chair arm and tried to kick her feet free from the magnetically attractive chair legs. All to no avail. She had such long athletic legs but even they could only tense mightily without effect. Lori felt deep profound fear.

Jones went on after obviously enjoying Lori’s struggles, “Alyssa. So, before, you felt protected by Nurse Lori. Now that she is helpless the tables have turned. Instead of feeling protected by her don’t you feel protective towards her? ”

Alyssa did a quick check of her inward feelings. Yes, that was true, what he said.

“But, she does not need your protection. Being trapped in this chair will actually free her to discover. Only this way can she learn what she really wants. In fact, it will enable her to obtain what she really wants even though, right now, she does not yet know it. ”

Lori’s fear and frustration were spiraling higher, “Alyssa, he’s some kind of nut. Come over here and help me out of this chair. ”

Alyssa even started to get up but Jones looked sternly at her and wagged one finger. She wilted and remained in place.

“The experiment has begun and must not be interfered with by an ignorant such as yourself. Watch and learn, Alyssa. Not only will you see and learn the same secrets about Lori that she learns as we go, you will also learn much about life, and your own ideal role in it. ”

Jones turned back to Lori, assured that Alyssa would remain in place. He was confident of that though he also realized there was still a mystery to be solved about that one. For instance, she did not seem as surprised by this bizarre turn of events as he would have guessed.

“Lori, remember how I talked about being open-minded? There are facilities that cater to the sexual needs of persons. No matter how strange. When there is demand, supply always follows. These facilities that supply to these demands are known as brothels, whorehouses, houses of ill repute, or whatnot. Sexual need is one of the driving forces of humanity yet the medical field virtually ignores it. They treat issues with capability and physical dysfunction but ignore actually satiating sexual need. It’s like giving a man -- or a woman -- a canteen in the desert, but, the canteen is empty. The medical field ignores the application of sexual acts to treat and relieve. My clinic, and, of course, my clinic’s staff, will specialize in that. We’ll dominate the market you could say. ”

Lori was beginning to intimate Jones’ intentions, “No way. I can see where you’re going with this. No wonder you bought our clinic. It wasn’t the location, the building, its reputation, or it’s field of specialty. You bought it for the staff because we’re all attractive. Let me out of this chair. We want nothing to do with you or your brothel in disguise. ”

Jones did not try to deny Lori’s statement. Its lack of accuracy was only because he had misled her. The attractiveness of the staff was a critical deciding factor in choosing this clinic and he did want to make all six of them into his slave whores. However, his own brothel was the Institute of Submission and a very fine and special one it was. He had no need of a secondary branch. No, the clinic’s specialty was the true reason it was selected. If it was a standard ears, nose, and throat clinic these six ladies never would have met him.

Now that he’d restrained Nurse Lori and set the tone philosophically it was time to make some progress in breaking these two down.

“I will let you free. After my demonstration. I’ll prove to you my methods can unlock doors, doors to joy and satisfaction, previously unknown to you. Yes, even for you. ”

“Let. Me. Go. ”Lori’s words and motionless tensing of her muscles, still trying to escape, were ignored.

Alyssa was a little alarmed. Intensely curious, even intrigued, but also alarmed. She felt bad for Lori who seemed so helpless and furious. She was also a little worried about herself. What did Jones intend? Right now she was perfectly free, but, would that last? Under the table pushed her feet against each other desperately trying to disengage the snaps and buckles to get the strange footwear off from her feet. He had not magnetized her chair. Not yet. Better safe than sorry but she couldn’t get her feet free despite repeated attempts. She’d have to pull out the chair and bend down but that might set Jones off.

Besides, she wanted to see where all this was going. She was at least as much curious as worried. All this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. And it was only just getting started!

“Let’s talk a little first, Nurse Lori. Tell me, do you like to receive oral sex? ”

“None of your business, Dr. Jones! This is just unreal! Turn off this magnetic chair thing. Now! ”

“Patience is a virtue, Nurse Lori. You must answer the question. ”

“Go to Hell! ”

“Come now, Nurse Lori, do not be ashamed of sexual needs or enjoyment. Be professional. Most everyone likes oral pleasures. It is arguably more shameful not to enjoy it. Just tell us, your new boss and your friend and co-worker. You can trust us with your secret. You do enjoy oral sex, don’t you? ”

Lori stopped her struggles to glare at him several long seconds. She whipped a look at Alyssa, one of frustration, beseeching, and disappointment. Ever so slightly Lori’s shoulders dipped lower and Jones knew she knew she could not expect help from Alyssa and would have to play along with his demands.

“Yes. All right, there you go. Yes, I do like oral sex, just like, well, most everyone. ”

“How often do you receive it? ”

“Really, Dr. Jones! ”

“How often? ”

“I don’t know. I don’t date much. Some guys won’t even do it. Maybe once a year. Maybe not even that often. ”

“So what if I told you one of the benefits of being on my clinic staff would be receiving oral attentions hundreds of times per year and that those tongues and mouths would be much more skilled then any you have experienced and thus your orgasms so much more powerful? ”

“Then I wouldn’t believe you and I’d tell you, true or not, I’m not interested. ”

“Aren’t you curious why the mouths would be more skilled? Aren’t you curious about that sort of lifestyle -- one of perpetual extreme sexuality? ”

Before Lori could issue an angry retort Alyssa unexpectedly spoke, “she might not be but I’m curious. ”

Lori’s jaw dropped in dismay but Jones nodded at her with an indulgent smile, “You show promise, Alyssa. ”

Alyssa flushed prettily. His comment sounded creepy to Lori but Alyssa apparently accepted it as a compliment.

Lori spoke, “Whatever. Now what? ”

“Why would some orgasms from oral sex be so much more powerful than others? Circumstances. Tell me, would receiving oral sex while you are restrained and helpless be more powerful an experience? ”

“No. I’m sure not. ”

“Well, I’m sure you’d be surprised. Another question:Would receiving oral sex from an unknown person, unidentified, be a more powerful experience? ”

“No. It would be terrible. ”

“I think you’re wrong. ”Jones kept his body purposely motionless while he kicked out with his foot. It landed, blindly unerring, into the right side of the kneeling Sierra under the table. It was not a very hard kick. Not out of a sense of mercy on Jones’ part but in order to prevent a thump that would clue in Lori and Alyssa there was someone under the table.

Jones continued, “I think if an unknown mouth skillfully gave you oral attentions right now under this table while you are restrained it would be the most powerful orgasm of your life. It would change your perspective forever. ”

“You better not touch me! ”

“Oh, I won’t. ”

Lori looked around wildly. Under the table Jones kicked out again and this time his foot struck a glancing blow to Sierra’s right ass cheek because she’d now positioned herself closer to Lori, nearly touching her legs. Sierra was conflicted. She knew what Jones wanted. The idea of going down on her friend and co-worker Lori… the very idea…. It would be interesting. How would Lori’s pussy feel and taste? How different or similar to the pussy of the serving girl? Would she be able to arouse Lori? Jones seemed to think she could but Lori clearly thought she couldn’t. Could she make her orgasm?

No! She just couldn’t! She’d remained quiet under the table in order to avoid shameful discovery by her co-workers. If she did as Jones’ kicks commanded they would ultimately know what a slut she was.

Jones’ hypnotic voice went on, “Just think a moment, Nurse Lori. Helpless as you are, an unknown mouth working on your pussy, Alyssa and I savoring the expressions flowing across your face. You know, temptation does no good if you don’t give in to it. ”

“You better not touch me, Dr. Jones! ”

“I told you I won’t. Not at this time or in that way. I don’t give oral sex. That isn’t one of my life duties. I don’t do it because I’m not good at it. I’m more of a taker than a giver. ”

Sierra squinted in the dim light under the table. She could barely see the crotch band of Lori’s panties and couldn’t even tell what color they were. It was certainly convenient for Doctor Jones’ little plan that Lori wore a loose knee length dress. Sierra could feel the heat from Lori’s thighs radiating onto her face.

After a long pause Jones went on, “I don’t do it but I have others do it on my behalf. They do such things because I command them. ”

This time Jones’ kick sent the tip of his shoe forcefully up into the crack of Sierra’s ass. Sierra was sure it landed exactly where Doctor Jones intended. Doctor Jones always got his way.

Sierra realized that whether she went down on Lori or Jones kept kicking her, one way or the other Lori and Alyssa would learn about her nature and circumstances. Of course, if they were also shown to be sluts they wouldn’t have any room to criticize her…. An added bonus would be how pleased Doctor Jones would be with her.

Sierra carefully angled her body between Lori’s knees. Lori would no longer be able to close her legs. She was now even more helpless than she knew. Sierra’s hands were too heavy with shackles to be of use to her in this endeavor but she wouldn’t need them.

She brought her face down and forward. Lori’s dress was displaced back, sliding back until it was bunched at her hips.

Lori gasped in appalled shock.

Sierra licked at the panty clad juncture of Lori’s beautiful legs. Her mouth had filled with so much drool the silky crotch band was nearly instantly soaked. Sierra was now even more grateful for the water the serving girl provided her with earlier.

“Oh my God! No! Stop! Who are you? Alyssa, there’s somebody under the table. He’s… he’s… licking me. Please! Alyssa, make him stop! ”

Jones smiled at Lori while greatly enjoying her show of new emotions. He didn’t bother to look at Alyssa. He knew she wouldn’t be able to make a move. Not unless she thought herself in moral peril and by then it would be too late. However, for the sake of crushing Nurse Lori’s belief that Alyssa might save her, he did speak to Alyssa without actually looking at her.

“Alyssa, remain seated and do not, under any circumstances, look under the table. Do not interfere with the demonstration. Part of the experiment is that Nurse Lori does not know who is down there. Nurse Lori is experiencing a high degree of angst at the moment. The ultimate outcome of all this will make her current mental anguish well worth the trouble. Even she will agree. Don’t make her current trouble all for naught by interfering. ”

Jones still did not look at Alyssa but, watching Nurse Lori looking in her direction, he could see her eyes go all forlorn even as her breathing became heavier. Sierra must be doing good work down there. Jones’ cock was hard and his balls ached. Not yet. Not yet.

Sierra was working hard. Her nose squashed against Lori’s wet panties as her tongue sought to deal as much sensation as she could through the thin material. She didn’t even know her nose was pressing at Lori’s clitoral hood. The ebb and flow of pressure there caused blood to rush to the area. That and the overall circumstances caused Lori’s clit to harden.

Sierra was really enjoying the situation. Far more than she thought she would have. She’d worked with Lori for months and months without ever contemplating the beautiful woman sexually. Now here she was licking desperately at her pussy. All thanks to Doctor Jones. She felt a lot of moist heat from that pussy and the flavor was changing. The fluids swapping back and forth through those panties were no longer her saliva alone. Lori was starting to flow her love juices! Sierra was succeeding in the mission Doctor Jones had set for her!

Lori shook and jerked in the chair. Half her twitches were hopeless lingering attempts to somehow escape and the other half were nerves firing in response to the intolerably exquisite sensations radiating from her pussy. Sometimes she looked down towards her crotch half trying to see who was down there and half in puzzlement at the power of the onslaught of sensations.

The unexpected waves of pleasure were rapidly reducing her immediate intelligence. She tried to utilize what was left of her capacity to think. She couldn’t see what was happening down there, only feel it. The room was so blackly dark other than the table lights and they just made sight even more limited when directed away from them and into dark areas of the room such as under the table. Just like staring at a campfire and then trying to look into dark woods when movement is heard. If she could see down there she thought her dress might cover the licking man’s head anyway. If not, she doubted she knew him anyway, and, if she did, she likely would not be able to recognize him from the upside down back of his head.

She was positioned ramrod straight in the chair so each time she looked her view was filled with the twin large mounds of her breasts. She had to acknowledge what her eyes saw and what she felt so sharply: her nipples were quite hard. They were so full of blood they felt every tremble against her dress. Even in the limited table light their erectness was obvious to all present because they were well above the rim of the table.

She felt ashamed and humiliated by her arousal. Those sensitive nipples and the outrageous pleasure between her legs crowded aside her anger at Doctor Jones. There was no room for that emotion. Her fear also receded leaving adrenalin still in her veins supercharging her physical sensitivity and her heat. Her own self-protective fear was turned around and used against her own best interests.

What to do? There was nothing she could do. It was only a matter of whether or not she could climax like this. No. That wasn’t quite true. She could feel it in her near future like it was already written in the book of fate. It was no longer “if”. It was when and how powerfully. Maybe even how many.

Looking at Doctor Jones only increased the shame, humiliation, and, yes, the arousal as well. My God, she thought, he’s looking at me like I’m some kind of science experiment. Interested, enthused, but calculating.

Her breaths were hard, loud, and ragged. She could feel the tongue rolling her panty crotch band to the side and then fluttering all over the top of her slit. The lapping tongue sent tidal waves of pleasures lapping her sexual shore. She barely managed to focus her eyes across the table at Alyssa. Seeing her watching made embarrassment burn in her. Alyssa looked more than just intrigued. She leaned forward in her chair and breathed fast and deep almost like she would follow Lori into orgasm when orgasm blossomed.

Alyssa would be no help. Even if she could help it sure didn’t look like she wanted to help. The idea of Alyssa watching the spectacle of her orgasm at the tongue of an unknown person was suddenly lascivious. Also, Alyssa getting hot as she savored Lori peaking…. Why was that concept suddenly so attractive?

At some point distraction caused Alyssa to stop trying to get the strange footwear off her feet under the table. She was so into what was happening to Lori she didn’t even know when she gave up the little battle. She felt furtively guilty for not taking any action to assist Lori in escaping her predicament. Too late now. It didn’t look like she wanted to escape any longer. Alyssa tried to dissipate her guilt. Her co-worker and friend was obviously going to have a tremendous orgasm soon. So what was the problem? Good for her….

In fact, Alyssa almost… almost… felt jealous.

Jones was in perfect tune with her, “Alyssa, do you feel a little cheated? Your friend here, Nurse Lori, is receiving all the benefits while you receive none. If she hadn’t intruded, this gift of an unknown tongue would be intruding in your little pussy right now. It would be all yours. You’d be headed towards the orgasm of your life, restrained and helpless, only able to bask in enjoyment, all control removed, without the distraction of having to make decisions. Nurse Lori took, or is taking, what was rightfully yours. ”

Alyssa frowned. It made her upset how Jones was twisting this all around making Lori the bad guy when really he was the monster in the room. She did envisage, or really, more like conceptually feel, being in Nurse Lori’s predicament. Restrained, helpless, tongued, licked, watched, an orgasm building uncontrollably. Damn! Jones was making her turn herself on.

She couldn’t bring herself to make a definitive physical move but at least she could vocalize an attitude, show a defiant spirit. That bastard!

“Imprisoning poor Lori… making her take that kind of… personal contact… from some guy she doesn’t even know, hiding under the table. It… it’s… hideous! What next Jones? When do you bring out the whips? That’s your thing, isn’t it? Whipping women. ”

Wayne Jones turned and looked at her with raised eyebrows. The innocent one was surprising him. Few would naturally -- and so definitively -- connect whips with Nurse Lori’s current situation. This was the final, and best, clue. That look in her eyes all afternoon to evening, the lack of the proper amount of surprise again and again. Now her talking about him having a predilection for whipping women. Quite correctly. That and biting, clamping, tattooing, piercing, and so many other delightful activities. For a moment he tested the thought that perhaps one of the three staff already enslaved may have clued her in but, no, he had them too well dominated for that!

Alyssa must know exactly who he was!

“Whipping women can be an enjoyable practice. Both to myself and to them. Would you like to experience that? See and feel for yourself? ”

“No. If you have a whip under your chair you can take it and shove it up your butt. The way you treat women is all wrong. Can’t you see that? ”

“Giving them the best orgasms of their lives? Increasing their sexual achievements multiplied a thousand fold? Giving them a new all-consuming purpose in life? What’s wrong with any of that? ”

Nurse Lori groaned very loudly and then moaned in extended fashion as she bit her lower lip. Neither Jones nor Alyssa knew if she were trying to join the conversation to make a point in agreement or disagreement or if the increased vocalization was just happenstance.

“I don’t care what you say, no one normal can like being whipped. All those women you’ve whipped or beat or whatever, you’ve wronged. ”

“We must agree to disagree… for the time being…. So, Alyssa, how long have you known who I really am? ”

“Oh, that you’re not a doctor? That you’re Wayne Jones, the same one arrested for raping and abusing that rich socialite? That you have twisted philosophies on sex? I did my research. You were too mysterious. I’m good with the Internet. You look different now than in those news stories a few years back but I knew it was you. You didn’t even bother to change your name! ”

“Jones is a common name, so many of us, so easily confused. Besides I’m used to it and feel no shame at my past as I’ve never done anything wrong. ”

“I’ve known all about you for a couple of days now. ”

“Well, I’m proud of you. You’ve known a couple of days so how many people did you tell? ”

“I guess no one. ”

“You knew I was Wayne Jones -- King Jones -- for two days and you didn’t tell anyone anything? You didn’t even warn your co-workers. Your friends! Why help me keep my secret? ”

“I… I don’t know. I guess you’re a free man now so you’ve paid your debt to society. Everyone deserves another chance. But I see here tonight you’re still into twisted sexual perversion. ”

“Just as you hoped! ”

“What? No! I wanted to see if you were a new man, that’s all. I wanted to be fair. ”

“You wanted excitement. You sensed there is something much more to be found in sex than you had yet experienced. You were intrigued by the stories. Perhaps you read some blogs by my fans. Perhaps you even figured out a connection between me and the online Institute of Submission webcams. You wondered if things like whips and chains would work like that on you. ”

Nurse Lori released a staccato series of moans. Alyssa thought she must be near to orgasm. It was either a miracle or a nightmare her poor friend hadn’t come yet.

“No. ”Her refutation of his logic sounded flat. She thought she was too distracted to be offended by his twisted rationalities.

“Yes, my dear. You did wonder and the answer is, yes, I can work my peculiar abilities on you just as well as other women. I’ll make you adore it. I’ll make you addicted. ”

“Never! ”

“You must agree that you deserve abuse. ”

“What? No, of course not, I’m a good person. ”

“Only on the surface. You have everyone else fooled and yourself as well. But not me and, in a moment, Nurse Lori will also know your true nature. You do deserve mistreatment. I can prove it and I can provide it. Think about it. Who is to blame for Nurse Lori’s situation? ”

“You! Or… maybe her for volunteering to take my place. ”

“Yes, some, but you are just as much to blame. More so. You let Nurse Lori come here without breathing a word of my past to her. You did not share one shred of all that information you found. You led her here blind. Like leading a blindfolded victim into a hungry lion’s den and then claiming what followed was all the fault of the lion. The lion, of course, just obeys its nature. And so do you in your way. You used Nurse Lori’s altruism against her. Why? Your own curiosity. You were too gutless to come alone but you had to know what the lion would do in his cave so you led her into moral danger. Purposely to satisfy your own curiosity and your own deeper craving. ”

“I guess I should have warned her. ”

“If you had, she never would have come here and she wouldn’t have let you come. She would have cautioned you. She would have shamed you with her words until, being the lowly coward you are, you would have agreed to avoid me. You knew that, so you intentionally did not tell. ”

“I… I guess you’re right. Maybe I was a little curious. Like slowing down to see an accident. But that doesn’t mean I want to be in an accident! ”

“It’s no accident. It’s what you want. Just watch Nurse Lori another few moments. ”

Nurse Lori’s eyes were closed, mouth open releasing ghostly groans, and her blouse was damp with sweat. She shook and her pink nipples bounced like nervously tapped pencil erasers. She made a horrible choking gasp, her face blazed red, and she stopped inhaling for at least ten seconds as she climaxed cataclysmically.

It made Alyssa feel like having an orgasm also. She was happy for Lori even if she shouldn’t be. She was jealous of Lori even if she shouldn’t have been. It was frustrating. She hadn’t helped her, hadn’t lifted a finger, and now she couldn’t even climax with her. She felt like screaming!

Nurse Lori slumped in her chair as much as her magnetic manacles allowed. Her hair flopped forward and veiled her face. As her moans became sporadic and her breathing steadied the sucking sounds from under the table seemed to increase in volume but Alyssa realized they were just more audible. It was easier to detect the sounds of pleasure-giving once the sounds of pleasure-receiving receded.

Alyssa saw Jones was staring at her, “That rape charge was a lie. I provide severe pains and humiliations along the path to pleasures but my women all love it. Look at Nurse Lori here. She’s proof, isn’t she? She came in here suspicious and on guard. Look at her now. Forced into sexual satisfaction. She’ll soon want more. Once you find something you adore, why give it up? ”

Alyssa pursed her lips. She felt hot and out of control. She felt sweaty. Her crotch was especially… sweaty.

Jones continued, pouncing on the state she was in, “ Just for once be honest with yourself. You’re not a nice wholesome young woman or, at least, you’re not meant to be. You’re a filthy slut that wants to act the part of a whore every hour of every day. Look at Nurse Lori. You wish that was you. You wish she hadn’t interceded and taken your rightful place. You want what she has already gotten. Don’t you? ”

Alyssa gulped.

“Just be honest. Admit it. Don’t you? ”

“… Yes…. ”

Wayne Jones pushed the little table bell across the table’s surface to within easy reach of Alyssa.

“You want some oral sex. It’s obvious. Why not? It feels great. It’s exactly what you want and need. Not in a free way though. The only way you’ll be satisfied as Nurse Lori is now is if you are also helpless. You’ll be perfectly safe with me here. Nurse Lori can’t criticize you after how she’s reacted. She should thank you for not warning her. In fact, I guarantee you two will be much closer in the future than you ever were in the past. ”

Alyssa gulped prettily, her eyes wide and suddenly naïve as all wisdom drained away.

“All you have to do is tinkle that little bell. ”

God help her, Alyssa watched her slim hand reach far out to weakly twitch at the bell. Had she meant to pick it up and throw it back at him or had she intentionally dropped it making it tinkle clear and loud?

The serving girl appeared nearly instantly. Had she been standing in the deep shadows all that time? She had the platter and two more chain-free manacles were on it.

Jones spoke authoritatively, his voice severe, “Kira, assist Alyssa in putting those on. Once on, place her forearms flat on the chair arms. Then turn the chair’s magnetism on. ”

Alyssa had no fight in her. Her arms were limp, Jones’ will harder than the iron of the manacles. Kira quickly and expertly placed on each wrist.

She switched on the chair and Alyssa could sense the power at work, felt her feet drag on the floor and then attach fast to the chair legs. In a few seconds she was physically helpless. She realized she’d been mentally and morally helpless even before that.

Kira receded.

Jones stood up from his chair, “Now then, Nurse Alyssa. Would you like some oral sex? ”

Alyssa wondered if the unknown man under the table was going to do it or if Wayne Jones himself intended to gift her, “Yes. ”

“If you’ve read up on me you perhaps know I prefer to be called “Master”. I think you would also prefer to call me Master. Go ahead, humor me. ”

“No. No. ”

“You’re curious how your voice will sound saying it. You want to know what it feels like to say it and give yourself over completely, heart and soul, to the will of another. To have your fate dictated. You also want to please me, don’t you? Say it. ”

“Master. ”

“What do you need to tell your Master? ”

Alyssa felt lust flood her mind and flood her pussy with juices. Wayne Jones was her Master? He was?

“Master. Yes, I’d like some oral sex, Master. ”

“How should a good polite slave phrase such a request to her Master? ”

Slave? My God. Slave. Alyssa felt light-headed and very, very hot, “Please Master. Pretty please, Master. ”

The words made her burn with humiliation. It was so embarrassing and undeniably arousing.

“Certainly, slave. ”Jones neared her, right next to her magical chair, dropped his pants and underwear, and stepped out of them. Alyssa wondered why he wouldn’t keep them on if he was going to crawl under the table and orally please her. She could see every detail of his manhood. Not small but nothing to brag about. Somehow she’d thought he’d be bigger. Tellingly, and it dismayed her a little, the pubic hair sported a lot of gray.

Suddenly Jones’ cock got a lot closer to her face. Too close! What was he doing?

“Wait, Mr. Jones. I mean, Master Jones! You asked if I wanted oral sex. That’s fine. I didn’t agree to anything else. ”

“Oral sex only? Sure that’s fine for now. ”Jones grabbed her jaw and pursed her startled lips open. He slid his thumbs into her mouth at each corner of her mouth, one placed to hold the upper teeth up, and the other pushing her lower teeth down. He angled his cock in and rested it on her damp lovely pink tongue. She struggled to get her tongue away and out from under that hard middle-aged cock but all she succeeded in doing was wiggling it all over his member and dealing him lots of satisfying sensation.

“Slave Alyssa. You said you wanted oral sex so here you go. Oral sex. Suck my cock. As much as you want. No, wait. As much as I want. I’m going to release your jaw now so you can perform your oral sex much more successfully. You could bite but you won’t. You know why? Because you’re a slave now and I’m your Master. ”

Jones saw in his periphery vision that Nurse Lori was silently watching to see if Alyssa was going to bite his cock off. Slowly, gradually, Jones released pressure and withdrew his thumbs, arched further into her mouth so she wouldn’t be able to pull her mouth off of his face impalement. His graying pubic hair clouded over her nostrils.

A tense moment passed with no bite and no activity at all in her mouth. Then he felt her tongue sliding. Working. Dealing pleasure to her Master’s cock. That tongue was performing its duty.

He patted the top of her head and grinned over at Nurse Lori. Alyssa accidentally made a loud slurping suck and Nurse Lori looked sick but she couldn’t pull her eyes away.

Jones felt the slave mouth fill with cock-bathing saliva. He knew some ran down the slave’s chin because his testicles slid around under her lower lip. All was good.

Jones addressed Nurse Lori, “Don’t think less of your friend here. In a couple of minutes you’ll be doing the same thing for me. ”

“Like Hell. ”She was sullen but dispirited. He enjoyed how confused she looked.

“You’ll see. For now, be honest, that orgasm you just had was the strongest of your life. ”

Lori looked away, into the darkness of one corner of the room. She refused to look at him.

“I’ll take that response as a ‘Yes’. You see, circumstances. In this case helpless with an unknown mouth on your pussy. Guess what? You’re going to have another orgasm but this one will be even stronger. Guess how? ”

Lori was motionless and silent but the sound of Alyssa’s slurping mouth was near deafening in the echoing dining hall.

“Circumstances, Nurse Lori. Circumstances. ”

Lori startled as the mouth returned to her orgasm-sensitized pussy. It felt instantly good. So wrong and so forbidden that it was exactly right.

Jones continued to enjoy Alyssa’s oral attentions and Lori’s potpourri of emotions, “Will the pussy licker under the table push Nurse Lori’s chair back while still providing oral pleasure please. Kira, turn on the lights. ”

Lori felt her chair slide backward while the mouth down there battered around, distracted by the effort of pushing the chair. All the myriad lights in the room, including a huge chandelier centered over the table, came on. Lori blinked back reactive tears and tried to blink away the too effective pleasure between her thighs. It didn’t matter since her dress was mostly in the way.

Kira came over to pull up her dress and Jones spoke again, with relish, “Your first orgasm was the strongest because of your fear endorphins and because your pleasure benefactor was unknown, an apparent stranger. Now, ironically, even with the same activity your next orgasm will be stronger, this time because of post-orgasm sensitivity and because this time you will know the person who is tonguing your hole. Not only that, this person you will see is of a type you have always, subconsciously, most wanted. ”

Jones felt the twin delights of his sexual manipulations and Alyssa’s ever more enthusiastic mouth meld and soar within him. His saved load of sperm was back on the boil.

Kira pulled up Lori’s dress and Lori stared down with focused eyes. It was… a female… a naked chained woman between her legs! The dark-haired woman paused, pulled her mouth off the clinging wet pussy, and looked up into Lori’s eyes.

It was Sierra!

Sierra gave a little shrug of helplessness and attached her mouth back onto Lori’s hotly flowing pussy.

Lori’s first emotion was one of guilt. Her eyes flicked to Jones, whose smile was beyond infuriating, and then a couple of feet down towards Alyssa who was oblivious because her attitude blocked her view of Sierra and she was thoroughly preoccupied with diligently servicing Jones’ cock. She realized she felt guilty because of how much she loved what Sierra was doing with her sexy mouth. Was her mouth as thickly lipsticked today -- dark red -- as usual? Was Sierra’s lipstick getting all over her pussy lips?

Lori’s lust absolutely soared. Knowledge it was her co-worker was actually a turn on. Knowing it was a woman performing a lesbian act… was unspeakably thrilling. How did Jones know? She hadn’t even known until now! Yes. She was a lesbian, or at least bisexual. How had she ever survived without female lovers and with only receiving oral sex less than once a year? What she now realized had been clumsy, male delivered, oral sex. What Sierra had done and was doing again to her was so much better than any performance by a male predecessor! Lori knew she could never again be satisfied with oral sex from a male or with only having it once a year. Never again! Once a week wouldn’t be enough! She would need it from now on, all the time, as much as possible.

Dimly, she realized Jones was right about everything. This was the type of person she’d always subconsciously most wanted. Women! Members of her own sex. Shameful, embarrassing, but still true. He was also right that her last orgasm was her most powerful ever because she was helpless and did not know the person. He was also right that now this one, conversely, would again be her most powerful ever because she did know the person… and was still helpless. Being helpless… was wonderful. Anyone could do anything to her and she could just take it, take it, take it. What a luxury!

Jones, like any successful military commander, built on his successful attack and reinforced his breakthrough, “Let me tell you some other things you did not know but which are true. Like Alyssa here with my cock in her mouth, you’re an absolute slut at heart and will be at your happiest being a full tilt, full-time, perpetual slut. Another thing, you’re going to discover you love pain and abuse of all kinds. They are a package deal with the restraint you so obviously enjoy. That’s how I can tell. Believe me, I’m an expert. So, you’re not just a slut. You’re a pain slut. You’re a special breed and I’m the breeder. ”

“No, this… that can’t be. ”How could anyone like pain? Even if others did, some kind of sick masochist women, that couldn’t be true of herself. Could it? Truthfully, the contemplation of it, of, for instance, the whippings he and Alyssa spoke about earlier… well, the thoughts were quite a turn on. It must just be the evil work of that tongue thrusting her labia lips aside again and again. Obviously, real pain would never work to arouse her. She hoped it wouldn’t.

“Another thing you don’t yet realize but will very soon come to fully recognize is that I am now your Master and you, also, are my slave. That’s how it will be for the rest of our lives. ”

“No. God no. Not you of all people. ”

“How could you ever walk away -- even if you were not restrained -- after finding what you always really wanted. Or it found you. Your defiance is just a shell around your need to be soft and vulnerable to twisted abuse. You don’t have the inner bravery to go out and get what you want. Imagine, if you will, weeks from now, yearning for lipstick-covered female lips and a delicate female tongue working on your slutty worthless cunt, but you just sitting in your apartment utterly unable to go out and make it happen. Even if you get a female to kiss you, how could you ever open up and ask her to tie you up or hurt you? If you asked, even if she did try to fulfil your wishes, it wouldn’t be the same anyway. ”

She knew his arguments were insane. They were against her own best interests. They were an excuse to get his way. To enslave her. Make her into someone else. To destroy the Lori she knew and self-respected. That was definitely what those damn words of his were. Tools to tear down the house of her will and existing personality.

Even so, they were quite convincing….

So was Sierra’s wondrous tongue. Wet, hot, agile. She’d never felt anything so wonderful. Sierra and Doctor Jones were working in tandem to deliver a dangerous overdose of sexual sensation.

As much as she could she tried to arch her pussy into Sierra’s mouth. She wanted Sierra to eat her. Insanely, she wanted her to literally eat her up starting with her traitor pussy.

“Slave Alyssa, your mouth is doing adequate work on your Master’s cock. I’ll reward you a little. ”

Lori was relieved Doctor Jones wasn’t looking at her for a moment. With her eyes shut she was able to better focus on the sensations unleashed by Sierra’s mouth and on the bizarre, unhealthy thoughts Doctor Jones had inserted into her mind. They didn’t interfere with her passion. They magnified it.

In the future she could maybe get Sierra to lick her out again after tying her up or something. But, wait, Sierra would probably only do what Jones instructed her to do. Jones might even keep her here in this mansion if he really thought of her as a slave and if the poor girl bought into that. Damn. Jones would control this potential source of pleasure. He’d have a slave Sierra monopoly.

Her eyes flickered. She wanted to see Dr. Jones reward the other slave. What? What was she thinking? Alyssa was… Alyssa. She was no slave. Other. What other? Was she -- just for moment -- thinking the other was Sierra or… herself?

She felt so confused. Her moral compass spun wildly. She knew she needed guidance.

She saw Doctor Jones had pulled his cock out of Alyssa’s mouth. Her chin was sheened with saliva. Lori saw Doctor Jones’ cock also gleamed with spit as the erection bobbed about. Jones bent out of sight a moment, Alyssa made a peep of discomfort, and Jones rose up waving light red or deep pink semi-transparent panties.

With his other hand he dug around in one of the fruit and flower displays on the table center. He produced a smooth cylinder six inches long, flicked a tab at the base, and it blurred from strong vibration. He disappeared below the table rim again for a moment and this time the sound Alyssa made was much louder, one of alarmed violation, but quickly followed by a deep moan of building rapture. Lori saw in her face first building realization of what he’d done to her with the inserted vibrator, followed by her ability to think falling apart.

Jones sounded quite pleased with the overall situation, “There, a little reward to keep you busy while I convince your co-worker, friend, and supposed protector, Nurse Lori, that she is now a slave. ”

Jones walked around the table whirling slave Alyssa’s panties from one rigid, pointing finger. Lori saw him coming but was helpless to save herself. By now she knew even if her hands and feet were free Sierra’s mouth held her pussy prisoner. She would not have made a move to save herself even if her movement wasn’t restricted.

He came close, ever closer, and she felt scared, aroused, overwhelmed, and doomed. She should scream or something. At least yell. Or curse him. All she could do was sweat hotly and freely flow her pussy juice.

In tiny movements she jerked her mound into Sierra’s mouth. Her vaginal walls gripped at Sierra’s wonderful tongue and she thought she’d never want to let go. As Jones covered the final few steps, bizarrely, a clip from an old Anthropology documentary watched in a college class played in her mind:Monkeys lured by loincloth-wearing spear-wielding African natives. The hunters placed nuts or seeds in small holes in huge stones. The holes chosen had narrow sides but opened up into slightly larger cavities in the stone. The monkeys could smell the treats and reached in for them. Their paws gripped the nuts by the handful. As the hunters then ran at them the monkeys were scared and wanted to run but they could not pull their fisted paws out of the holes. All they had to do was let go and scamper to safety in the trees. But they were too greedy for treats and did not let go. They jerked and pulled desperately at the hole but their little fists were too wide to pull free. Then they were pierced by the hunter’s spears and became themselves treats for the hunters.

Lori supposed that in death the monkey’s hands finally released the nuts but far too late.

Jones surprised her through her pleasure daze by fitting Alyssa’s panties over her face. The crotch band ran across the crown of her head and lay across the bridge of her nose. The waistband ran across her upper lip and was slung under each of her ears. He positioned the wet patch so it was centered on her nose. The wet patch actually went up -- or, in this case, down -- to the waistband so her nostrils were easy to see through the soaked transparency.

There was nothing Lori could do about this and she didn’t even try. Nothing had really changed. Sierra’s mouth felt so great. She’d never realized Sierra might be a lesbian. Of course, she hadn’t even known she was herself.

She consciously breathed through her open mouth to avoid sucking in Alyssa’s personal humidity from the panties up into her nostrils.

Jones nodded and commented, “That’s a good look for you. That shade of red is your color. ”

She didn’t say anything. Just panted through her mouth. He was looking at her like she was an interesting piece of art. She knew she should say something. But… what would she say? She was afraid if she tried to speak she would burst out in moans and groans of lust from the severe tonguing she was experiencing.

Jones gave her a few moments to say her piece which turned out to be nothing at all. Then he continued, “A couple of minutes ago I mentioned you’d be providing me with oral pleasure and I believe you said “Like Hell”. You thought it impossible. Do you still feel the same way now? ”

It wasn’t that she wanted to. Not really. She did recognize that in her helpless state, helpless from bondage and from arousal, and with Jones’ wet cock bobbing inches from her face the fact was it no longer seemed so impossible. A quick thrust and he could have it entirely in her mouth.

Not trusting her voice and still needing to breathe through her open mouth she shook her head “No”, that it was no longer impossible.

Damned if he didn’t take that for permission! The head of his cock bounced on her lower lip, realigned and welcomed itself all the way in to the back of her throat. His hands pressed the sides of her face, caving in her cheeks so she was forced to surround his cock with hot wet mouth and tongue to the maximum. The arrogant bastard didn’t even bother to put his thumbs in her mouth to prevent her from biting his dick off!

She should bite him! She should chew off his damnable dick! That didn’t seem right though. In a way she had given him some sort of permission she guessed. That shake of her head. Oh, why had she answered him honestly?

In her imagination she could taste Alyssa’s saliva on his cock. What wasn’t her imagination was the strange fragrance of Alyssa’s pussy inhaled from out of those panties. With Jones’ hands on her face she had to breathe through her nose. The momentary dismayed resentment was erased by erotic enjoyment of the scent. She wondered what Alyssa would taste like if Jones ordered her to go down on the girl. She bet Alyssa’s flowing pussy would taste like nectar. Right then she very nearly orgasmed.

Jones skimmed his cock in and out of the oral cavity he shaped tightly with his hands. Lori’s mouth kept filling with saliva but it usually ended up quickly outside her mouth running down her chin and neck messily.

Lori realized she was now a mess in every way possible. Wet-faced, wet between the legs, a female co-worker licking her almost to the point of a second even greater orgasm, her new boss she hated plunging his cock through her mouth and a little down her throat. Wet panties on her head. She was humiliated and helpless. She felt low and horrendous but high as a kite sexually. She was surprised Jones would even want to touch her with his cock. She felt so dirty, so low. She was worthless scum. She was lucky he’d even give her the time of day. It was supreme charity he’d give her any attention at all.

Lori, who always said “Thank you”, “Please”, and “You’re welcome”, was also a polite sexual partner when engaged in it. It seemed the only civil thing to do when she began actively sucking and licking that cock. She had to repay Jones for his magnanimous kindness in tolerating her.

After a full minute from when she began performing as expected with her mouth, Jones popped his cock free and tore Sierra’s mouth from her pussy by savagely yanking on her hair.

“Nurse Lori, do you want slave Sierra to keep licking you? Do you want that orgasm or would you rather be set free? ”

“Oh, yes. ”

“Yes what? Which one? ”As if he didn’t already know!

“The… the mouth. Sierra’s…. I want to come! ”

“Do you want my cock shooting a load down your throat at the same time? ”

Did she? No. No! Of course not. She knew this would be part of the deal though. If she said no he would probably just make her anyway. It would only delay her climax. She needed it. She couldn’t wait. She’d never swallowed a guy’s wad before, had thought it disgusting, somehow sexist and humiliating but it didn’t seem like such a bad thing now. Her mouth flooded with renewed saliva.

“Yes. Go ahead. That’s fine. ”

He tapped his cock’s head on both her lips at once. The waistband of Alyssa’s panties were above them so her moist full lips were gentle little trampolines.

“Think about the opportunities that will open up to you by being my slave. The legs that will open up for you. Sierra there. Kira over there. Your friends at work; Amber, Nurse Tina, Doctor Lynne. And many more. All the pussy and tit you could possibly lick. And all of them licking you. Look at your luscious buddy Alyssa over there. ”

Lori looked past his cock shaft and saw Alyssa imprisoned in the chair but grinding down in response to the vibrator driving her wild. Her eyelids fluttered and she groaned an embarrassingly gruff groan that made it obvious she was oblivious to the new world around her. Lori noticed her lips were opening and contracting but never quite closing like she thought she was still working on Jones’ cock.

“Just think, slave Nurse Lori. With my command, and only by my command, you could suck and lick slave Alyssa’s pussy for hours if I so wanted. Imagine the sight, taste, and feel of her silky pussy lips on your cheeks, chin, and nose. Imagine her using those young sweet pink lips to, in turn, please you for hours. Can you just feel it? All this and so much more could be yours if you just acknowledge me as your life superior. Call me Master -- and you must sincerely mean it. I must warn you, out of fairness, that if you do you will then always, evermore call me your Master. If you do, Sierra’s mouth returns right where you want it, my cock returns to your mouth, and your future holds many long intimacies with the lovely ladies you know, like, and secretly always desired. ”

Lori looked nervously over at the impossibly aroused slave Alyssa. This was a terrible decision to have to make. Obviously, she’d have to politely turn him down. The alternative was just too… awesome. Sure, she was hot as Hell, but once released she could trek home or catch a ride and spend a night masturbating and doing all those things to her female friends in her mind. Why give up her freedom, will, and morality when masturbation was free?

She watched Alyssa rise into a painfully sharp orgasm. Lori could see every muscle etched by effort from the sternum up through her face and down her arms which tensed rock hard and trembled like a weightlifter setting an Olympic record. It was pure uncontrolled passion. Uncontrolled by slave Alyssa but completely controlled by Master Jones. It was incredibly beautiful. It was rare as gold, rare as leprechaun gold even. Lori wanted it and knew her own lust-filled fantasies could never hope to match it. There was but a single way to obtain what she was seeing across the table.

She said it fast, not out of shame only, but from fear she wouldn’t say it and because she suddenly felt the truth so fervently, “Master. You’re my Master. ”

“What does that make you? ”

“A slave. A slut. A slutty slave! ”

“A slave who loves pussy but who belongs to whom? ”

“You, Master. I belong to you! ”

“For how long? ”

“Forever. I’ll be your slave forever! ”

Jones released Sierra’s handful of hair, slave Sierra’s mouth plunged hard against slave Lori’s defenseless pussy, and Jones slid his spit-cooled cock back into slave Lori’s hot oral receptacle.

Her mouth gripped his member like a loving anaconda, powerful and urgent, but still gently dedicated. This slave might prefer pussy -- though she’d yet to actually lick any -- but she was still quite expert with cock. He’d make sure to have her suck a lot of them. The contrast between smooth-skinned, tall, feminine slave Nurse Lori sucking away at the root of hairy, crude, short Little Johnson would, for instance, be a mental delight. Little did slave Nurse Lori know what was already in store for her!

That mouth was too good. He’d kept himself on the edge of shooting for too long already. He felt like his balls were going to empty themselves completely at any moment. As always, timing was everything. He wanted her to orgasm after him but he needed it to be right after so this slave associated it with her own dedicated performance. Positive feedback? More like positive feed in!

Sure, she was just a slave now, devolved from citizen to sexual servant, and he was her Master, of course. However, Jones’ philosophy was that a Master could never be too dominant or too controlling, and more and more was just better and better.

She was hot, she was on the brink, but he was about to let loose. Quickly, he reached down with both hands, located those thick pink nipples, pincered them viciously between thumb and forefinger, then jerked them sharply outward from her body.

Lori’s mouth opened impossibly wide in automatic reaction to the shocking pain. Before she could emit a squeal of agony Jones planted his cock even deeper to meet and mute her cry, felt his cock’s head squishing on the slick flesh of her inner throat, and he came mightily. Even he could not restrain a loud cry as he poured forth, pumping his load directly down her throat.

He didn’t know it was the cause, but would have been proud, that Sierra captured Lori’s hardened clitoris between pursed lips and mock chewed it to fling her, choking, into an epic orgasm.

Jones got his hands back up to Lori’s mouth to press her teeth apart, just in case she reactively bit down from the fierce orgasm. It was amazing how her throat and mouth vibrated his sensitized cock because of her rapid fire trembling from the depths of her sexual reactions. He shot thick streams of jism down her throat but he remained cognizant and conscientious enough to pull halfway out to blast a pulsing shot into her mouth, then pulled all the way out to shoot a final stream across her left cheekbone, temple, and into her hair. A thick white dollop hung from his cock’s head as he panted and she emitted whooping gasps. Carefully maneuvering his cock he applied it to her upper and lower lips like semen lipstick.

He backed away and slave Lori’s head bowed towards her chest tiredly, her breasts rising and falling with deep breaths. Her blouse was a mess of drool and some sperm.

He saw slave Alyssa was a little more alert. This scene must have rekindled her arousal. The vibrator was still up her snatch after all.

He turned to Kira, “Get these slaves chained up, get them down to the dungeon, and let me know when all is in readiness. ”

He went back and reclined partially naked in his chair at the head of the dining room table. He looked down at his sexual equipment. He felt drained and it looked drained. This sure had been an excellent session. It might be a few hours before he was ready for participating directly in sex again. No worry, he knew just how to keep all these slaves busy.

Jones watched Kira first go over to Alyssa. She turned off the magnetism of the chair. The slave Alyssa was momentarily completely free. Physically at least. That didn’t last and she did not try to resist and made no attempt to save herself as Kira knelt down, attached a chain between her awkward footwear. Then she helped Alyssa move her heavily manacled hands into her lap. Right away Alyssa tried to control her fingers enough to pull the vibrator out of her pussy.

Jones alertly noted that fact, “Flamepussy, chain her hands behind her back. ”

“Yes, Master. ”Kira pulled Alyssa into a precarious standing position, pushed her hands one at a time behind her and chained them together by attaching a chain to thick loops of metal on each manacle. She left for a moment as Alyssa stared dazedly down at the vibrations emanating from her pussy. Her light blonde pubic hair was matted down with wetness. Jones noted she was one of those rare blondes that were so light-toned, nearly platinum, that her pubic hair did not darken when soaked. He planned to keep the pubic hair on that particular slave though many of her co-workers would soon have theirs shaved away or, more likely, waxed off.

Kira returned with a roll of duct tape. She tore off two half foot lengths and then carefully placed and pressed them in a rough X over her pubic mound, extending from lower tummy down across and then up to cling to lower ass cheeks. With her hands chained behind her back and the duct tape on, the vibrator would be staying inside her for the near future.

Kira pushed her around the table over to right next to slave Lori’s chair. In the best of times those shoes were awkward but, weary from spent passion, distracted by too effective vibrations, and shoved by Kira there were several times on the short trip when Kira had to quickly grab a slim upper arm to keep slave Alyssa upright.

Once next to slave Lori, Kira balanced her until she was fairly confident slave Alyssa would remain standing all on her own.

Kira turned off the magnetism of slave Lori’s chair. She was aware this slave was more recently worn out by passion but this one was also larger than slave Alyssa and was the leader of the two. Even Jones kept a sharp eye out for resistance.

There was none. The slave Lori had no will or sense of self-preservation left for the moment. Kira chained her feet together. When Kira told her to stand she did so co-operatively. Kira chained her manacles together in front of her instead of behind like Alyssa was chained. The reason quickly became evident. Kira used two chains to connect Alyssa’s chained together manacles behind her to Lori’s chained together manacles in front of her. These chains at either end also attached to the same loops of metal already used.

Kira gave Jones a tender, lovingly long smile, private between the two of them as she was turned away from the other two slaves.

Then she turned back to them with a stern expression and tone, “Follow me, slave cattle. If you fall I’ll kick you until you get back up. If you fail to keep up I’ll do something much worse. ”

Kira spun and walked gracefully out from the dining room. With comical clumsiness the two newly minted slaves staggered and swayed as one, various chains rattling. They quickly, panic-stricken, achieved some semblance of co-ordination and followed in a clinking shuffle behind Kira.

They departed and Wayne Jones enjoyed a time of quiet contemplation and self-congratulation on his newest triumph.

 

About ten minutes later, still basking in the post-orgasmic glow of a two-for-one enslavement, Wayne Jones received a shock that nearly made him yelp.

Unexpectedly a hand grasped his right ankle!

It was a brief gentle touch and, after a moment when he nearly lashed out with his foot, he realized it was the slave Sierra. In all the hubbub of a busy slave-making day they’d lost track of one! Jones briefly considered punishing Kira for the oversight. No, that would not be right. He’d also left this particular useful tool out. He did not want to be a hypocrite.

He went and found a key to her chains, bent down, unlocked her, and actually assisted her out from under the table. She hadn’t stood for hours so she was wobbly on her legs like a newborn foal even though she didn’t wear the goofy elevator shoes like those other two slaves.

Jones appraised her.

Well, she was quite a mess. Naked but covered in various stains and marks of ill treatment. Jones half-smiled. There was still plenty of room for more marks of ill treatment to be added on. The bodies of slaves were his canvas and he painted them with whips among other tools. They should be honored to have such a great artist grace their bodies with his work. Jones smiled with his other half now. Modesty was not his strong suit. Sierra looked a little intimidated by his now wolfish smile. The slave Lori’s pussy juices had dried on her mouth and cheeks like a salty crust. This slave’s pussy was still clearly damp though.

“Thirsty,” Sierra croaked.

“Can’t have that. Slaves need hydration to produce saliva and pussy juice in adequate quantities. ”Jones handed her a glass of water. She slammed it down. Then he handed her an overly tall and full glass of wine which she also drank rapidly.

“You know where the bathroom is. Go ahead and visit it, then come back. ”Jones knew she must be absolutely desperate to pee by now despite her dehydration.

He relaxed while she was away. He’d traded two average slaves to Doctor Wallace as part of the deal for the clinic and in a short time had converted all six of the attractive to beautiful staff members to slavery. He’d tripled his investment in just a couple weeks! Wall Street would be proud. Salve acquisition was not the point of the buy-out however. Oh yes, he had very special plans for the clinic and great use of these slaves’ particular non-sexual talents. Just one more, albeit greatly enjoyable and challenging, step in the grand scheme. Kings were expected to think big. He did.

Anni was doing a fine job running the Institute of Submission. The profits were far greater than he’d expected and increasing dramatically by the day. Money would never be a problem.

Firecrotch reported stupendous progress with the mother of that bitch Cassandra Zane. Excellent. The bodyguard, Indira, was a possible obstacle, or really, was an obstacle, but he had a plan to remove that obstacle. Jones always liked to turn negatives into positives.

The taming of Fishy had gone well. She was really a different creature now. That almost worried him. She had a very important role to play coming up and he’d need her able to think somewhat independently. Wilrey would have to let him borrow his personal slave. He might borrow her permanently but would be sure to make that up to Wilrey. Jones was more than fair to all his subjects, great and small.

The acquisition and conversion of the clinic six had gone like clockwork. Even better, actually a little ahead of schedule since slave Nurse Lori had jumped her place in line. He knew Sierra would remain in slave mode without even considering rebellion unless he actually went out of his way to remind her. It almost didn’t seem fair….

Well, Jones was a sporting man. He’d give this one a final chance. Just for fun.

After seven minutes slave Sierra was back. He looked her over. Her face was now clean. She’d taken the time to clean up a little. He bet the look on her face when she saw in the bathroom mirror the crust from dried pussy juice was a prize winner. He wished he’d seen it live but made a mental note to look it up later on the hidden camera recording through that one way mirror. If it was a good one he’d add it to the ever more extensive video library available on the Internet site of the Institute of Submission.

She’d probably only cleaned her face to better please him but still….

“Did I tell you to wipe your face, slave? ”

“Uh. No. I guess not. ”

“How soon you forget yourself. How should you address me? ”

“As Master. I’m sorry, Master. ”

“That’s better. You have a choice to make. You are completely unrestrained and I am too tired for a struggle. I don’t engage in struggles anyway. You could leave and never look back. ”

Sierra flicked a look at the doorway leading to the hallway leading to the front door.

“Or? I mean, or what is the other choice, Master? ”

“You could stay and engage in the coming sexual festivities. We are about to begin an “all-nighter”. I’ll warn you though, there will be whipping, a lot of whipping. You’ll be chained again and may not be free for quite some time. At least for weeks, maybe forever. ”

“Weeks, Master? I don’t know. I really should leave…. ”

“Of course you should. Here’s the thing though. You’ve earned two orgasms. It’s your right. You brought slave Nurse Lori off twice and you have yet to collect on your rightful due. Come to the dungeon of your own free will and, though you will be whipped and severely abused, you will also receive those two orgasms. At least. Leave now and, like a coupon, those orgasms expire by daylight. ”

The water and wine had refreshed Sierra. So had wiping off her face. She yearned for a long hot shower followed by the cool sheets of her bed. Granted, she was still hot and bothered. She had a deep itch in her pussy and in her mind. She’d have to go home, a free woman, and itch them on her own. Wouldn’t she? But, like an itch between the shoulder blades she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to scratch these itches on her own….

“All right, I’ll stay, Master. ”

“I knew you would. ”Jones stood and surprised her by spinning her around and flopping her onto the table.

“Stay, slave. ”

He talked to her like she was some kind of puppy expected to obey! It was one more blow to her psyche but it felt much more welcome to her hot slave hole. She knew she would obey him. She would always obey him. Other choices no longer even existed. She’d put up with and enjoyed so much already, there was nothing he could do to make her anything other than eager to please forever more.

He did put that to the test though!

Jones snatched a long, thick, white wax candle from the table. It was a real monster and so was he.

Jones blew the flame out and then cast the liquid hot wax to spatter across her like a fiery demon was coming all over her back. She shrieked. The sound was beautiful to him. So was the sight that even while she shook and kept yelling to release the pain, she still held her spot prone on the dining room table. He always appreciated obedience especially in the face of tremendous adversity. Her feet were even off the ground, legs wide.

She’d come a long way. After spending most the day under the table she was virtually on top of it. She was moving up in the world. Jones smiled in delight.

The huge candle had no liquid wax left and the flame was out but the wick end of it was still warm. So warm that when he plunged it up her undefended pussy he thought he heard a sizzle though it was hard with the slave making such a fuss. He was sure he saw a wisp of steam. It smelt like burnt pussy juice. He thought she’d already been shrieking as loud as she could but this maneuver proved him wrong. Somehow, she got even louder. Good lungs.

He rammed the candle upward. He had to keep pulling it a little back and trying again with greater force before he finally got it as far as it would go. He pressed a hand on her lower back to keep her place and started sawing it in and out with power.

Pretty quick she stopped shrieking, then even stopped yelling. Soon she was producing one steady sound.

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. ”

He liked it. It seemed an equal blend of recovering from pain, discomfort from the wide battering intrusions, and passionate arousal. He knew the mix in that cocktail would soon change.

He saw the splashed wax on her back had solidified white. A lot more had gotten all over her than he’d thought. Red irritation surrounded every dot and streak.

At some point the pain receded and the pleasures rose. It was then, after a total of perhaps thirty thrusts of the candle, that a clear image entered slave Sierra’s mind of her sprawled on her stomach on the table from the hips up like she was the feast, legs wide and aloft up from the floor, unable to close them because the wicked Dr. Jones stood between them, half naked with a spent penis dangling while he battered her that industrial-size candle. She could see her own delicately shaped back, see it covered with hardened wax, could see the muscles of her ass tensing in a vain attempt to somehow better accommodate that mutant candle. That was it. She climaxed, arms slapping about the table, her continuous cry of ‘O’ sounds rising until she sounded like a transforming werewolf.

Jones backed out from between her legs. Damned if his cock wasn’t now at least semi-hard. Sometimes he amazed himself.

The slave Sierra slid off the table but stood with a wobble. She had difficulty pulling the candle out from her pussy. It was thoroughly wet. It would be some time before he could light it again. She did not set it down but held it like she was reluctant to let a lover go.

“That was a bonus orgasm. It doesn’t count as using one that was owed. ”Jones knew he was a kind King to grant such a boon.

“Thank you, Master. ”Sierra looked puzzled at her own words of appreciation.

“Come with me, slave. Bring the candle. I think I may use it on your friends as well. ”Jones proceeded to the dungeon, never looking behind him but also never doubting the slave was right there following him….