training a slave part three

Likewise, Andy had early appointments and offered to share a taxi with Mike and Shona,
At this point I tactfully, motioned to Shona to follow me into the kitchen, making
pretence of needing help with the empty coffee cups that littered the lounge.

"I thought perhaps you might like to hang around for a while," I ventured, dropping the
cups into the hot soapy water.

"Well.It IS getting late, but I suppose I could stay a little longer" she returned,
obviously intrigued by my offer.

"Something important you wanted to talk about", she inquired, airily.

"Something I wanted to show you, actually" I answered, smiling impudently

"Tim!" she scolded jokingly.

We had known each other along time, and this playful flirting had become commonplace
between us.

She walked back into the other room in time to see Andy and Mike heading for the front
door.

"I'm going to hang around guys," she informed them casually, flopping back onto the
sofa, a little clumsily, the effects of the wine becoming noticeable.

"You old bastard," began Mike, twinkle in his eye,

"Go on, get out!" I countered, laughingly.

I sank into the seat opposite Shona, eying her thoughtfully, wondering where to begin.
She folded her defensively arms under my stare, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She was undoubtedly pretty, and I wondered at the fact that she and Mike had never
become an item. Perhaps the fact that they both claimed to have submissive tendencies
explained the matter; they were like two magnets of the same pole, constantly pulling in
separate directions.

"So what's the mystery" she began, breaking the silence between us.

"I'm intrigued", I replied slowly choosing my words carefully "I was watching you
tonight while Debbie performed. What were you thinking of?"

She shrugged evasively.

"Where is she anyway?" she asked, turning the conversation away from herself.

"In her cell"

"Cell?" she repeated, not quite certain she had heard correctly.

"Isn't there a law against that?" her eyebrows raised in mock horror, but genuinely
stunned all the same.

"She willingly signed herself over to me about three months ago, I didn't force her, in
fact I did everything I could to discourage her. I warned her then that she would suffer,
but she insisted that she was ready to become my slave"

"Your what!!!"

"Slave. Don't tell me that you imagined that she behaved like that this evening out of
personal choice do you?" I asked somewhat sarcastically,

There was a moment's silence,

"Mike and I often talk about how it would feel to be owned" she said quietly "but like
this.."

"How does it make you feel?" I probed "do you feel sorry for her?"

"well.I."
"You were certainly watching her movement with a little more intensity than the rest"

"I.I." she tailed off, unsure how to put her feelings into words. Words that wouldn't
come back to embarrass her at alter date.

"Perhaps it excited you?" I assisted, enjoying her discomfort

"Perhaps the sight of a naked, attractive woman humiliating herself in public for our
viewing pleasure struck a nerve"

She was silent for a moment, trying to formulate the mess of words that were flying
round in her head. The display HAD excited her, but she wasn't sure why. Worse still it
may have excited her for reasons that she rather ignore and suppress.

"I'm not a lesbian!" she began indignantly.

"I'm not suggesting you are!" I soothed, "But the fact remains that you were quite
obviously excited by what you saw!" I persisted, determined to squeeze the truth from
her.

"Its just."

"Yes?"

"The thought of being owned excites me a little" she began hesitantly "to be forced to do
those things, without the freedom that choice gives is."

again she faltered, sure that she had already said too much.

"So you feel that it would be possible to enjoy sucking Andy off, if you were free from
the guilt associated with it, the thought that you may be demeaning your self is cancelled
out by the fact that the decision is out of your hands?"

She looked shocked.
"Not necessarily Andy!" she returned quickly, I was speaking hypothetically.

"Yes, but if for some reason you were forced into a situation where you had no choice
other than to induce him to cum in your mouth, you might enjoy the act, unrestricted by
responsibility?"

She paused

"I suppose so, yes"

"Its more a question of how you would explain yourself to your peers, hen," I continued,
you know that they see you in a certain light, a respectable light, and you don't want to
jeopardise that, for fear of rejection"

"I think so" she replied, thoughtfully, " I just know that the feeling of being controlled,
ordered to do things that I otherwise wouldn't dream of is. Well." she ran out of steam.
Unfamiliar with the strange feelings of desire that were washing over her.

"Perhaps you would like to see her cell?" I asked quietly.

She nodded wordlessly

Slowly we descended into the depths of the cellar, I leading the way, Shona following
close behind, her eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light.

"Oh... god..." she blurted as she quickly spotted the prone Debbie, her prominent round
smooth buttocks facing us, as offering them for our inspection. By contrast to the smooth
skin, in the centre of the circle formed by her buttocks, hung the shiny padlock, glinting
slightly in the dim light.

Unspeaking, Shona made her way slowly over to the table, bending slightly to further
inspect the lock and its housing, unaccustomed to being so close to a another woman's
sex.

"Touch it," I offered

She shook her head vigorously.
"Look, it doesn't hurt" I picked up the padlock between my thumb and forefinger, gently
pulling it away from her body, stretching the tender skin of her clitoris slightly. I
motioned with my head

"Go on, hold it"

Slowly, scarcely believing what she was doing, Shona gingerly took the padlock from my
hand allowing her head a little closer to Debbie's labia, her curiosity getting the better of
her.

"It looks, well, so Savage!" she uttered.

"What a marvellous way to shackle her" I murmured in response, watching shona's face
redden as she pictured the scene.

I allowed myself a look at my slave's face, her cheek pressed into the wooden surface of
the table, her face scarlet from indignation at the inspection she was receiving.

I reached under the table, pulling out the long plastic dildo I Had hidden there earlier.
Shona dropped the padlock as if it was burning her, stepping warily back as I stood up
with the phallus in my grasp.

"When was the last time you enjoyed an orgasm?" I asked suddenly, relishing in the
shock that registered on her face

Not to be out done, fearing that she may be considered a prude given the surroundings
"A couple of days ago, why?" she folded her arms across her chest again, unused to such
personal questions about her sex life.

"My slave hasn't enjoyed an orgasm since she arrived" I chuckled lightly "Nearly, the
lord knows she has nearly climaxed, but never quite made it"

"Oh." uttered Shona, unsure as how to react, but sympathising with Debbie's state of
constant frustration.

I had begun to rub the ribbed surface of the plastic against Debbie's labia, coating it in
her lubricating juices, the black plastic gleaming with moisture. I began to push against
the folds of pink skin, easing the bulbous tip into the opening of my slave's sex.

Shona half turned her head away, desperately trying not to watch, but too fascinated not
to.

I began to plunge the dildo in and out rhythmically, drawing muffled groans from its
recipient, her fists clenched into tight balls hanging helplessly at either side of the table.
I paused, looking Shona directly in the eye

"You try," I said quietly

"No.I. " She stuttered shaking her head. I drew my ace card.

"NOW!" I ordered raising my voice "I WONT TELL YOU AGAIN!""

The shock on her face was almost comical to behold.

I wondered if she were faced with virtually no choice, she would obey willingly.

Jerked into reaction by the authority in my voice, she grasped the stubby end, and as if in
a daze began to gently pull the shaft in and then out, watching intently, fascinated by the
labia clinging to its surface.

I smiled. She was as predictable as I had hoped.

Debbie was too close to her longed for climax to care who was providing it, and began to
frantically pump her hips against Shona's thrusts.

She had been stimulated to this point a thousand times in the last few months, and was
savagely determined not to let the moment pass this time.

Warming to her task, Shona began to move the dildo with the jerking movements,
depriving Debbie of the friction she needed to come.

She began to smile, as Debbie tried to outwit her, randomly jerking her hips against the
phallus, as Shona let it slide easily through her fingers, teasing her mercilessly.

Debbie had become considerably more vocal now, frustrated to the point of distraction,
close to tears in her desperation to satisfy the burning longing in her pelvis.

With one final, violent thrust, Shona buried the dildo inside her, causing Debbie to finally
scream, abandoning herself to the waves of pleasure that began to build and yet further
build, the walls of her sex clamping against the object still held within her, her mouth
open in a soundless scream, her nails digging holes in the skin of her palms.

We watched spellbound as her hips jerked wildly, a long low guttural groan pervading
the silence of the cold cellar. Somewhat shocked by the effects of her ministrations, and
finally jerking herself back to reality, Shona had let go of the black dildo, allowing it to
slide slowly and gracefully out of my slave, dropping to the floor with an echoing thud.

For perhaps three or four minutes we watched Debbie writhe, her breath coming in short
laboured gasps, as wave upon wave of intense pleasure left her lying spent on the table,
her eyes glazed, her limbs hanging limp and lifeless.

The moment passed, Shona realised what she had just taken part in, and began to
zealously rub her sticky palms across her skirt, desperate to remove Debbie's pungent
juices from her hands.

I led her gently towards the steps, and leaving Debbie panting and exhausted on the
bench, made our way back to the lounge.

"I. I.. Id better go," she stammered, reaching for her coat.

I helped her into it, smiling at her obvious embarrassment.

"You won't. " She faltered

"I shan't tell a soul," I informed, to her relief

With out further ado she made her hasty goodbyes and walked off into the night, loath to
wait for a taxi, needing time alone with her confused thoughts in order to somehow
rationalise the surreal events of the evening.

I decided to leave Debbie strapped to the bench; she looked so peaceful it seemed a
shame to move her.

As I mounted the stairs to my bedroom, looking forward to my soft yielding pillows and
warm, comforting quilt, I pondered Shona's activities that evening.

I hadn't been wrong. My guesses as to the extent of her submissive streak were proven.

She had left the house flustered and embarrassed that evening,
but something told me she'd be back.