The Steel Collar

Chapter 6 – The Pleasure Class

Lisa sweated under the heat of the midday sun, a small sackcloth tunic the only protection from its glare. The tunics split sides allowed her wrists still to be chained to the sides of her belt. She had been working in the vegetable garden since the early afternoon, her body was still aching from the previous night's confinement and the morning's rigorous lessons.

Lisa felt an angry tug on the ankle chain and got to her feet. Her partner did not wait for her and moved over to the next row of vegetables. Lisa barely had time to grasp hold of the weed basket before the ankle chain pulled her sideways. She was forced to hop as her right foot was dragged forward by Buttercup. Lisa quickly assumed her position squatting on the floor beside Buttercup and began removing more weeds into the basket. Lisa had only heard her 'partner' referred to as "Buttercup", the yellow flower on a tag dangling from her collar. As she bent forward to weed, her own nametag dangled against her chin. She hated wearing her name like a household pet, but she was also relieved that it was Poppy, Buttercup sounded like a name you would use for a cow. Lisa had been chained to Buttercup since breakfast, being released only for the dance lesson and the pleasure slave class. Lisa had almost enjoyed the dance glass run by Opal. Except for the occasional swipe of a switch if she positioned her body wrong, it was almost fun. Opal was one of the most graceful and beautiful women Lisa had ever seen and taught them in a calm, almost casual manner but even Buttercup showed her the utmost respect. A black stone shone from the centre of her collar, naming her as clearly as the tag dangling from Lisa's own. The girls referred to her as Mistress but the collar and the steel bracelets gracing her wrist and ankles left Lisa in no doubt that she was almost certainly a slave. Most of lesson they were taught positions, the other girls seemed to know the routines very well and Lisa presumed they were for her benefit. She had learnt about 10 positions and their corresponding command words. Most of the postures seemed to be positions for being chained or tied, presenting arms out, wrists together or hands behind the back or neck. Some were for displaying her sex or rear for inspection. Opal had spent a long time perfecting Lisa's kneeling position. Every time she thought she had learnt it, Opal was always straightening her back or repositioning her hands on her thighs. Two angry stripes on Lisa's back marked where instruction had to be repeated more than once.

Buttercup snapped her from her thoughts with a sharp tug of the ankle chain giving her self more slack to move down the row. She was a very fast worker and Lisa, encumbered by her shackled wrists, struggled to keep up. Sapphire had already brought the strap down on her for leaving too many weeds. From the moment their ankles were joined Buttercup had made it very clear to Lisa she was not happy about the chain that connected their two anklets. She made no effort to allow Lisa to walk in step, her strength allowing her to pull Lisa around as if she were on a leash. Lisa looked in envy at Rose and Lilly, as they seemed to move almost gracefully, the chain, never tight, pulling along the ground in a steady rhythm behind them. Lisa tugged again at the heart shaped piece of metal between her legs trying to reposition it so it did not pinch when she crouched. She could barely get her finger between her body and the metal. The heart was a souvenir of the Pleasure class. The curved metal heart hanging from two chains connected to the front of her belt. A thin chain, attached to the curved base of the heart, pulled up between her legs and locked to the back ring of her belt. The chain pulling up tight into her like a cheap g-string. She still ached from being denied fulfilment during the class. The belt had been locked on her to stop her touching herself, gaining any relief from the frustrating heat between her legs. She felt the familiar butterflies as she remembered what had happened

The Pleasure class began immediately after the dance class. Opal explaining that they were taught first thing in the morning when they least felt like dancing or performing in order that they be able to reproduce it at any time, irrespective of their mood. Lisa blushed as she remembered the humiliation of the second class. Opal informed the girls that they would be practicing pleasuring a man whilst on top. Lisa had been singled out to go first and had been ordered to kneel in front of the group. Her right wrist had then been shackled to her right anklet and the left wrist to her left, forcing her to remain kneeling. She was surprised to be chained again as the padlocked steel door sealing the room removed any temptation of escape. Opal handed Buttercup a bundle of straps that she then attached to her belt pulling the thinner of the straps tight between her legs. As Buttercup turned, Lisa almost screamed as she saw the six-inch black rubber phallus upright between Buttercup's legs. Lisa twisted in the cuffs wishing for the strength to snap them in two as Buttercup stepped towards her. Buttercup lay down on the wooden floor and gestured Lisa to come over. Lisa shook her head, still twisting in the cuffs, pulling them tight against her ankles. Opal bent down and whispered in her ear.

"You will do this slut, you will crawl on top of her and obey me with heart and soul or I promise you I will whip the skin from your back. You will hang in a cage day and night only to be brought down for your whippings, till your only wish is to obey me"

Lisa recoiled at the vicious warning hissed into her ear.

"Do it"

Lisa moved forward on her knees without hesitation and straddled Buttercup, hovering over the upright phallus.

"Now the skill is to warm yourself, whilst pleasuring him. He'll want to spear you straight away but you maybe too dry initially to take his full length." Lisa did not know what were worse the clinical instructions or the other girls watching her. She tried to blank it all out and concentrate on getting this over with as quickly as possible, she was in no doubt of the authenticity of Opal's threat.

"Now Poppy just tease the bulb of the penis, rub it up and down your lips, pressing harder when it gets to your clit. Now this penis is obviously erect, but in order to mount as the first penetration, you may have to use your mouth initially."

Lisa followed the instructions finding it tiring on her legs to hang above Buttercup but dreading the moment the dildo would enter her. She had used a vibrator before but nothing of the size and obvious shape of this one.

"Good Poppy, good, you should be moistening now. Attempt to take the bulb of the penis into you. No, not too far down, don't be too eager; it's more like a peck on the cheek than a full-blown kiss. Pull straight off and continue to tease him a little."

Lisa blushed as she released the penis with an audible squelch.

"Perfect, a couple more strokes then take him by surprise, hover a little then take him almost half way into you. It's difficult with a piece of rubber but when you're riding the master's cock you'll be able to read how far and when to slide"

Lisa could not believe how wet she was, fucking a phallus, in front of an audience. She shook her head feeling every part the slut they insisted on calling her. They ordered the release of her sexuality, allowed her no inhibitions, the element of freewill removed by the threat of Opal's whip. She almost felt liberated.

"Slide down the cock now, full strokes. Lean forward more, you can tell you are at the right angle many ways. You should hear the tap of the collar ring on every down movement. But the main one, which is the beauty of being a good pleasure slave, is that if you're hitting his spot perfectly you should feel the top of him rubbing constantly against your clit"

Lisa pulled at the cuffs, her hands sprayed out, their tightness increasing the feeling growing inside her. She was gasping now, lost in the moment. The crop whipped down across her rear.

"Slow down. Do not come, until I tell you, you can get pleasure but do not forget your purpose, you are a slave and as such are here for one thing and one thing only, to pleasure your owner."

Lisa felt the pain but only gasped, continuing the full strokes up and down the black glistening rubber.

"Ok speed up and bring yourself to almost orgasm. I'm warning you if you come, I will know. You must learn to control, some masters will allow you to orgasm at will, while others will control that as tightly as that pretty collar on your neck"

"Stop," shouted a male voice.

Lisa continued, ignoring the command, desperate for the rush that was soon to engulf her.

"Stop I said"

Opal grabbed her under the arms and wrenched her backwards. The dildo pulled tight against her before painfully flicking out as she was thrown backwards. Lisa pressed her legs together and rolled into a ball, the pain of the dildo and the frustration of not coming uniting between her legs. Lisa lay on the floor, regaining her breath, her body still throbbing with need.

"On you knees slut"

Lisa struggled to her knees, panting, her skin red and blotchy from the excitement.

"Where is that proud business woman, I sat next to on the plane? Looks like all we have here is a naked slave, fucking a dildo for fulfilment. Do you want to come slut?"

Lisa stared up at Carl before realising her error and quickly looking down.

"Yes master"

"No say it," Carl reached down and lifted up her collar tag.

"Poppy, an excellent name for a simple dungeon slut. I asked you a question Poppy"

"I, I mean, Poppy wants to come master"

"Well Poppy, I want to feel that first slave orgasm. Chain her in my quarters tonight, until then, belt that hot cunt of hers"

"But Master she's untrained, it's most irregular" Opal protested.

"Opal don't question me, just do it"

"Please Master, it will upset her training. Opal can please her Master better than any dungeon slut. "

"Opal, open your mouth again and you too will be JUST a dungeon slut"

Opal sank to her knees and pressed her lips against Carl's shoes.

"Opal is sorry she is such a worthless disobedient slave, shall I get a bangle?"

"No just deliver Poppy to my room tonight, and get her clean first, I don't want her fouling my bed with that dirty body. "

"Master should Opal still come to your room tonight?"

"No, after you have secured Poppy and served dinner, ask the Harem Keeper for close chains and a kennel"

Opal had released Lisa's wrists from her ankles and immediately locked her in the heart shaped chastity belt. Her lips were still wet, sucking the cold flat steel of the metal heart to her body. The forced denial and the coolness of the metal locked between her legs, almost bringing her to orgasm. Opal then cuffed Lisa's hands behind her back and padlocked the front ring of the collar to the floor, forcing her to kneel bent forward.

"Sit and simmer you whore"

She was unsure how to feel about this ultimate control of her sexuality and the fact they believed she would touch herself to relieve the heat. She was sure that she would not do it while others were watching but maybe in the privacy of a cage she had to admit to herself that she might have been tempted to relieve the frustration between her legs.

Lisa leant forward to mop her brow, the clink of her chains accompanying her every movement in the garden. Her wrists had been reattached to her belt for the garden work. She was the only girl in wrist chains, though Sapphire made no allowances for her. Someone kicked her leg and Lisa looked up to see Opal glaring down at her.

"You have to come now, if you are to bath and prepare for tonight"

Opal released the ankle chain from Buttercup and with the dangling end shackled her ankle cuffs together. With a satisfied smile, Buttercup quickly resumed her work. Opal pulled Lisa to her feet and unlocked her wrists, before using a padlock to connect them together behind her back. Opal then strapped a leather belt above Lisa's elbows pulling them together tight behind her back. It was a very uncomfortable tie and Lisa swallowed hard as she realised Opal was trying to hurt her. A short chain leash was attached to her collar.

"Lead position"

Opal did not wait to see if Lisa understood the command and pulled down on the leash so Lisa's head was almost at her hip and set off down the hill towards the villa. Lisa staggered behind her trying to keep up, forced to stare down at her anklets and the bells dangling from her nipples.

"Mistress I'm sorry, I know you care about him, I don't want to go to his room"

Opal stopped and pushed a ball gag deep into Lisa's mouth, buckling it viciously tight.

The leash tugged again at the collar locked around her throat and Lisa resumed her step beside Opal, the nipple bells of each woman almost jingling in unison. Lisa felt the tears welling in her eyes again, not just from the tight gag but the realisation that without trying she had made another enemy.

TBC