Chapter 5. A Day of Rest
Mandy awoke slowly in her room the next morning. Gradually, as the events
of the previous day came back to her, she curled up on her side in a fetal ball,
her hands in front of her face. She had no pillow, and she was naked under the
sheet. She remembered little of what had happened once Dominic had left. She had
slumped forward, her ass against the wall and her knees finally taking some of
the pressure off her shoulders. When the guards came she was barely conscious.
She remembered only that they had first of all reached down to release her labia
from the clips, then released her arms, ankles, and head, and then held her by
the arms as they walked her back to her room. She had collapsed onto the bed,
groaning and holding her crotch as sleep came upon her.
She opened her eyes slowly. She smelled tobacco. Dominic was sitting
there, watching her with an interested look, smoking a pipe. "Good morning," he
said, with no trace of irony. "Did you sleep well?"
Mandy groaned. She hurt everywhere, especially her crotch and shoulders.
Her breasts stung, but it was a superficial hurt, only on her skin. Her
shoulders ached deeply, and her clitoris pounded with a dull throb. She looked
at Dominic with wide eyes, like a lost child. "Why did you hurt me like that?"
was all she said.
Dominic looked into her eyes, enjoying the hurt innocence he saw there.
"You gave me great pleasure yesterday. That is all you need to know."
Mandy tried to raise her head, to get up. As she did so, her right hand
came to the end of its tether, and she realized she was again tied to the bed.
In a sudden panic, she jerked her legs and arms up, testing the bonds, failing,
and letting out a desperate wail. "Aahh! Let me go, please! No more!"
Her efforts succeeded only in floating her sheet into the air, and it
settled down across her thighs, exposing her breasts. Her hands went down to
cover them, but the tethers made that impossible, she could only reach her
shoulders. Dominic laid down his pipe and stood up, his eyes alive, and came to
the edge of the bed. He looked down at her breasts. Mandy lay on her back, fully
awake now and breathing heavily, her breasts flattening out on her chest. The
entire expanse of flesh was crisscrossed with thin welts, some crossing the
aureolae, and her nipples looked red and puffy instead of the soft pink of
yesterday.
Dominic's cock began to swell again as he looked at them. Slowly he
reached down to gather them up from each side, squeezing them so as to make a
soft cleavage. He then looked into her eyes. "You are not yet a trained slave,
little one, and until you are trained to the point where you can be trusted, you
will find your mobility limited. This is why you are tied to the bed. You might
have hurt yourself trying to escape."
He began to run his thumbs gently over the welts on her breasts, feeling
the ridges and blisters that had formed. His thumbs crossed the nipples, causing
her to wince in pain. Noting this, Dominic moved his hands up to her nipples,
and grabbed each between his thumb and forefingers. Squeezing and pulling, he
looked again into her pained eyes. "You are here for my pleasure", he said.
"Your only goal in life must be to see that I am pleased. You will not realize
what this means for some time." He paused, hands rolling her nipples. "When you
do, you will be free."
"Ahh! Please stop!" was all that Mandy could say. Despair was rolling up
inside her, and her head rolled back. "Stop! Please!"
Dominic let go her nipples, watching as her breasts flopped back to her
chest, jiggling slightly before coming to rest. "You did very well yesterday,"
he said. "But you have many lessons yet to learn, and we must make sure you do
not forget them. Any of them."
He reached down and removed the sheet completely. Mandy was able to close
her knees by twisting them inward, with her ankles out. Dominic reached below
the bed, and the ankle ropes started to draw her ankles out and apart.
Looking down, Mandy was horrified to see that the thin straps were still
attached around her thighs, but then just as suddenly she realized that the
clips were not attached. Inexorably her legs were drawn out until she was pulled
down the bed, her arms now held above her head.
Dominic looked down at her crotch, widespread now, but with the labial
clips dangling against her thighs. The lips of her vagina were closed, although
he knew that underneath her clitoris was burning. He got up, and returned with a
small jar that had been on Mandy's dressing table. Gently, he parted her labia
with two fingers, and applied the cream to her clitoris with the fingers of his
other hand. Mandy jerked at first, but feeling the soothing coolness of the
cream soon became still.
"Today is a day of healing for you," said Dominic. "You have been through
much, and you have done well. Your obedience yesterday pleased me greatly." He
was looking at her open crotch and rubbing the soothing ointment as he spoke.
"You will be left here in your room for most of the day. You may use this
cream on your breasts and nipples if you wish - there is plenty of it and you
will find it speeds the healing process. You may rest or sleep, play music, or
read any of the books that you will find provided in the bookcase. You will find
a stereo in the wall unit over there with a selection of excellent music. Later
on, in the evening, you will be summoned for dinner. You will not eat until
then. By the time you are summoned you are to be clean, bathed, made up, and
dressed in the attire that you will find hanging in the closet. At no time are
you to attempt to remove your thigh straps or the labial clips. They will remain
in place to remind you of your position. Is all of this understood?"
He looked at her face again. Mandy was enjoying the relief she was
beginning to feel from her clitoris, but she was still frightened by the tone in
Dominic's voice. Watching her face, Dominic stopped applying the lotion. His two
fingers pushed into the flesh on either side of her clitoris, and he began to
squeeze firmly. Mandy's body froze and her eyes widened.. Dominic said: "At no
time are you to touch yourself for pleasure, other than to apply this lotion.
You are being watched at all times. If you value your clitoris, you will pay
special attention to this command."
Mandy had never masturbated in her life - she had not planned anything of
the kind. Her wide eyed nod was so vigorous it was almost comical, and it made
her breasts jiggle with her chin.
Dominic smiled, and the pressure of his fingers relaxed. He applied a bit
more lotion and then stood up and went to the head of the bed. Pushing another
button, he released the tension in the cords, and then he released her arms and
legs, one by one. He was cautious, but Mandy made no move to get up. She was
weak from her ordeal, and knew she could not overpower Dominic. She was still
lying on the bed watching him as he left.
Some minutes later, Dominic was at his desk in his office. The television
monitor on the wall was showing Mandy in her room, still lying on her bed
sleeping. Dominic was busy with his business affairs for some time, making
telephone calls and working at the computer screen on his desk. Some time later,
Jaffa appeared with a tray of tea and some biscuits. "I have had a chance to
review the tapes, Sir", he said as he laid the tray on the desk. "I think you
will find them interesting."
"My good servant," said Dominic, leaning back from his work. "Put them on
screen."
"Very well, Sir." He picked up a controller from the tray. The large
screen on the wall flickered, and then a scene from the previous night appeared.
The view was from the cupboard, through the mirror, and it showed Mandy open and
displayed as the guards had left her. They watched, drinking tea and talking
softly to each other as the scene progressed. When it ended, Dominic noted that
the whole thing had lasted just over an hour. A quick check showed that back in
her room, Mandy was still asleep.
"Well, Jaffa my friend, what do you think?"
"Outstanding.", Jaffa replied. "She is a real find. I don't remember
anyone making so much progress so quickly. Did you notice when she looked at
you?"
"You mean at the time? No", said Dominic. "Let's see that again."
Jaffa went to the controls, and soon the screen showed a still picture of
Mandy in position number two, breasts help up, her nipples at the level of her
chin. "I will splice in the other tapes, Sir.", said Jaffa, as he worked at the
controls. A panel on the wall moved back to reveal a second screen, as large as
the first. It flickered to life, and the right half revealed a close-up of
Mandy's face, taken from above the position of the first camera. Moments later
the left half showed a close-up of her breasts, taken from slightly to the side.
"Let's have the sound this time." Jaffa nodded, and as the tapes began the
room was filled with the sound of Mandy's continual gasps and whimpers, and the
swoosh and crack of the whip as it fell on the undersides of her breasts. In one
close-up Mandy's eyes were closed, mouth open. She would wince in pain as each
crack landed, then slowly her expression would change to expectant waiting, her
mouth stretched even wider, eyes tight. The other showed her nipples and
aureolae bobbling violently with each crack of the whip. They never settled down
- the whip, her heavy breathing, and the shaking in her straining hands kept
them in delightful motion.
As Dominic and Jaffa watched, on the left screen, right after the whip had
struck, Mandy's right hand lost its grip slightly. Immediately her eyes opened,
a look of panic crossing her face. Her hand grabbed for her breast, the fingers
digging in, catching it, and then Mandy's shoulders went back as both her right
and left hands pulled her breasts even higher. At that point she glanced quickly
at Dominic, off screen.
"Stop there!" said the real Dominic, watching intently.
Anticipating, Jaffa had pressed the control and all three images stopped.
He framed back and forward several times until one close-up in particular was
displayed. They both looked at it intently.
"I think it is fear", said Dominic, finally. "She just wanted to see if I
had noticed."
"You could be right, Sir", said Jaffa. "She did want to see if you had
noticed. But there is some pride there as well, don't you think?"
It was hard to tell. A slave in her first training session should not be
feeling pride at her ability to follow her Master's most humiliating
instructions. Some slaves had never accomplished this, after years of training.
Yet there it was perhaps, in the frame.
"Outstanding," said Dominic, leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply.
"Just outstanding."
Jaffa took his eyes off the screen and looked at him. After a moment he
cleared his throat and said: "Perhaps, Sir, we should not assume to much at this
point. We could be mistaken, and one does want to be sure."
Dominic looked at him. Then he smiled. "As usual, Jaffa, you are a source
of great wisdom. There is nothing to be gained by speeding up the training at
this point, until we are sure."
Jaffa was about to nod and reply, but at that point a soft bell sounded,
indicating that Mandy had awoken and left her bed. Jaffa adjusted the controls,
and the scene on the monitor shifted back to her room. The cover moved over the
second screen. Jaffa placed the controller on the desk, picked up the tray, and
left the room.
* * *
After some time lying on her bed looking around at her room, Mandy had
decided she needed to pee. She got up and moved to the bathroom. Entering, she
looked in the mirror, and noticed with shock that her face still wore the
evidence from the previous night. Long shiny streaks of solidified cum, slightly
brown from dust in the air, ran up from her chin to her forehead. Below, on the
tops of her breasts, cum had also fallen and dried, covering some of her whip
marks. She went to mirror and, leaning forward over the sink, ran some water and
began to rinse her face.
From the camera behind the mirror, Dominic studied her carefully, looking
directly into her eyes as Mandy looked up to examine her cheeks and forehead.
Then he switched views to another camera above the door, and noted with pleasure
how Mandy naturally bent at the hips, back straight, thrusting her ass out in
the most provocative manner. Really, he had not noticed her ass in quite this
way before. It was tight and muscled from her dancing, but still had the
voluptuous curves of a woman. It was unmarked, unlike the undersides of her
breasts, which from this angle were truly enormous, hanging down past the edge
of the sink, the fresh whip marks plainly visible.
Mandy peed in the toilet, then ran the shower and got in, cleaning herself
thoroughly. Dominic went back to his work, noting Mandy's movements from time to
time on the monitor. Mandy wandered around her quarters, still naked but for the
straps around her wrists, ankles, and thighs, exploring all the cupboards and
closets. One closet was locked, and she assumed it held her evening wear since
she could not find this anywhere else. She examined the collection of CD's - an
excellent choice of classical and contemporary selections. The books, on the
other hand, were a bit strange. She recognized none of the titles.
This was all a bit too weird, she finally began to think. Memories of her
normal life just a few days before started to enter her mind, and her status as
a prisoner began to sink in. She should be trying to escape, she knew. But what
could she do? She didn't even know what country she was in, let alone how to
leave her room. And the throbbing in her clitoris, no longer harsh, but present,
reminded her of the consequences if she made a mistake.
Several hours later a bell rang softly, and there was a noise as the
closet unlocked. Mandy looked up from the chair she was sitting in. She
immediately recognized this as a signal for her to get ready for dinner. She was
very hungry by this point, and got up to check the closet. Inside was a long
gown of raw silk, blue in color, and a white bra. That was all. On the gown was
a small white note that said simply: "Dinner in one hour. Please be ready."
Mandy decided that she should comply. Her curiosity, unbelievably, was
beginning to become aroused. She had not seen nor talked to anyone since the
morning, hours ago. What would happen at dinner? She went to the bathroom,
showered again, and opening the closet found no makeup, but a hair dryer and
brush, as well as some deodorant, and a small bottle of perfume. She fixed her
hair as she liked it, used the deodorant, and then in a final act she couldn't
quite believe herself, she touched a bit of the perfume behind her ears.
Entering the bedroom, she picked up the white bra. It was not clear at
first how she was to wear it. It had straps for the shoulders, but they were so
far apart at the front this was not immediately obvious. They rose up from the
outer edges of two stiff lacy panels that were no more that a couple of inches
in width. Mandy put her hands through the straps and pulled it up, realizing as
she did the strap in the back that this was hardly a bra at all. It simply
pushed her breasts up and together from the base, along her ribs. Her breasts
spilled over the front and sides, and she had an enormous cleavage at the top.
From the front, in the mirror, she could not see the bra at all, apart from
where the straps crossed her shoulders. She realized with a start that if
anything, her breasts looked like they had the night before, in position number
one.
Turning to the bed, she had to bend over to see past her breasts and pick
up the dress. She slipped it over her head. The fabric was exceptionally soft,
but as she pulled it down it began to cling to her skin. She pulled and
stretched it out, and then looked in the mirror. The dress was simple, with
squared shoulders and puffy sleeves that ended above the elbow. The hem reached
to mid-thigh level. The bodice was cut square and low, so that her breasts
bulged out. The nipples and aureolae were covered, but the fabric was so thin
and it clung so close that both were clearly visible. Below her breasts the
fabric clung as well, so that the only real space was where her bra was pushing
into her breasts. All over the rest of her body the fabric clung tightly,
revealing every curve, and even revealing her thigh straps. She could feel the
fabric working into the crack of her ass. Apart from the soft wrinkles of blue
silk everywhere, she was still naked.
The soft bell rung out once again. This time the door opened, and Jaffa
was standing there. Mandy was frightened of Jaffa, and she stood still.
"Come." he said. "The Master is waiting." He stood aside as Mandy came
through the door, and, pointing, followed her down the hall to another door. He
made Mandy stop in front of it, and then standing behind her he grabbed the
leather collar around her neck. Taking a cord in his hands, he then asked Mandy
to cross her wrists behind her neck. When she complied, he fastened them there,
leaving the rest of the cord to dangle down her back. "Stay here." he said, then
knocked on the door and stood back a few paces down the hall.
When the door opened, it was Dominic. "Thank you, Jaffa." he said, and
Jaffa left. Dominic remained standing at the doorway, looking at Mandy with her
elbows high and her breasts out. His manner was very relaxed. His eyes fell to
her breasts, which were bulging high from the top of her dress, the stripes of
the whip disappearing under the silk at each side. His hands went out to touch
them at the sides.
At this moment something in Mandy snapped. Her eyes blazed and she kicked
out at Dominic, turned, and ran down the hall. She ran furiously, and
surprisingly fast given the awkward position of her hands.
Dominic did not chase her. He watched as she raced away, a soft smile
forming on his lips. His eyes were on her ass cheeks jumping under the silk as
she finally turned a corner out of sight.
Dominic heard her scream. Moments later Mandy reappeared feet first, in
the strong arms of a guard who had her around the torso and thighs. Struggling,
Mandy was carried back to the doorway and placed on her feet once again in front
of Dominic. Jaffa, who had reappeared from the other direction, stood behind and
held her by the elbows, his chest against her back. She struggled still, kicking
and squirming, but Jaffa simply held her there, applying pressure to her sore
shoulders.
Finally she stopped. Panting, she looked up to see Dominic in front of her
again. She was angry, but also embarrassed by how quickly she had been caught.
Dominic stepped up to her. After a moment he slapped her, hard, across the
face. "As I told you this morning," said Dominic, "You have much yet to learn."
He reached down for her breasts again, gathering them together from the
sides as he had before, only more roughly now. He pushed them together so that
they bulged more lewdly from the top of her dress. His fingers dug into them,
through the flimsy cloth. "You will learn that your only task is to give me
pleasure.", he repeated, looking into her frightened eyes. "And it will give me
great pleasure to punish you for this little incident."
"Aah! No Please! I 'm sorry!" Mandy cried, with genuine grief and tears.
"Please! I'll do what you want!"
"Will you?" said Dominic. "Yes, I suppose you will."
Dominic looked at Mandy evenly for a moment longer, and then his manner
abruptly changed. "Well! plenty of time. Are you ready for dinner? And will you
behave?"
Mandy looked at him incredulously, and then slowly nodded. Her eyes were
still frightened, but her body was calm.
"Straighten yourself up then, and come in."
Jaffa released her and Mandy stood up straight. She was quite unable to
fix her dress, which had come somewhat askew at the bodice to reveal her left
aureola. Meekly, she followed him into the room, her elbows held close to her
face. As the door closed behind her, locking automatically, Dominic pointed out
a small circular table that had been set for two. It was beautiful - covered
with the finest silk tablecloth and bone china. As she sat down, feeling awkward
with her arms held, Dominic went to a wall panel and dimmed the lights, and
music began to play softly. Arriving behind her, he loosened the cord just
enough so that she could reach the table with her hands by leaning forward. Then
he sat down across from her.
Dominic began the conversation by asking Mandy about her tastes in music.
Mandy could not respond at first - she did not know what to say. She looked at
him with a puzzled expression, and Dominic continued, asking about her favorite
pianist.
"What . . . I don't understand." was all Mandy replied.
"My dear, its a simple question. I know you love music. You play the piano
beautifully. Who is your favorite pianist?
Mandy just stared back at him, her puzzled expression looking incongruous
atop her exposed breasts. Her hands were held in front of her, just above the
table. The cords from her neck wrapped around the outside of her mounds, pushing
them together slightly. Dominic's voice changed just slightly. "It would please
me if you answered my question, Mandy."
At that, Mandy's eyes widened and she said "I . . . I have several
favorites - Simpson, . . . Donnini, I suppose, . . . I don't know"
"Ah, good choices," said Dominic, "You know, I saw Alberto Donnini live a
year ago, and then had him come and play for me and a few of my friends. He was
magnificent! We had him in our conservatory, right here, in this estate."
Mandy was utterly confused and disoriented. She hurt all over, and she was
still flustered and embarrassed by her attempt to escape and her swift
recapture. And now these opulent surroundings and the bizarre topic of
conversation were too much. Yet Dominic's statement cut through it all, and
suddenly he had her attention. She looked at him. "You had Donnini play for you
in this house?"
In reality, it was amazing. By the year 2015 advances in recording and
broadcast technology allowed millions of music listeners all over the world to
reproduce the live experience in their own homes. Players of Donnini's ability
earned enormous fees for their performances since their audiences literally
spanned the globe. Players of even slightly lesser ability earned far less. A
private performance? This was truly unbelievable.
"Yes," said Dominic, expansively. "I was able to offer him some unique
benefits, and I was able to convince him to give a private performance. He
played for several hours - his Chopin was the best, I think."
At this point Jaffa brought the first course, and poured two generous
glasses of wine. Dominic continued to talk. Mandy found she was very hungry, and
started to eat, and to drink. Jaffa kept her glass full. After a while Dominic
succeeded in drawing Mandy out about her tastes not only in music, but also
dance and the arts. There was no talk of her previous life - only of artistic
and intellectual matters, and Dominic was always interested in Mandy's opinions.
He responded with great intelligence and understanding.
Throughout, Dominic made no secret of his interest in her breasts and of
the reason he had left her arm tethers so short. Every time Mandy wanted to pick
something up off her plate she had to lean forward so that her breasts actually
touched the table, and below her chin Dominic saw only her two bulging masses of
pink skin crossed with darker red stripes, pushed together to form a deep
cleavage. Gradually, due to friction with the table, both of her aureolae became
exposed, and the nipples were hidden just under the gathered fringe at the top
of her bodice.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked after she had finished her last plate.
"The company of a beautiful and intelligent woman is one of the great
pleasures in life." was the sincere reply.
Mandy could see his pleasure - it was written all over his face and
throughout his conversation. But the memories of her recent ordeal came back
suddenly, overwhelming her, and her voice caught in her throat as she said "So
why did you . . . rape me?"
Dominic looked at her, seeing the tears form in her eyes once again. "Oh
Mandy," he said. "Training you will give me such pleasure."
Mandy started to shake, and she had to look away.
At that point Jaffa arrived and began to clear the table. Dominic
announced that it was time for her to return to her room. She looked at him
sharply, wondering what was to happen, remembering his earlier talk of
punishment. But his face held no answers. She got up, he shortened the cord
again, and she walked with him back to her room, his arm around her hip.
In the room, Dominic released her hands and then grabbed her dress at the
hem, peeling it off her in a single motion. He removed her bra, and she was
naked again before him. She did not resist. He led her to the bed and made her
lie down. Her breaths became shorter as he fastened her wrists and ankles to the
cords on her bed, and shortened them until she could not keep her legs together,
or bring her hands down past her face.
Mandy did not struggle. She was hoping, maybe, that he had forgotten or
perhaps even forgiven her attempt at escape.
When he was finished, Dominic sat down on the bed at her waist, and spoke.
"Thank you for the evening." he started simply. Then, as his hand reached down
to grab her left breast, his tone changed. He circled her nipple with his thumb
and forefinger, and gathered up her breast with his other fingers, squeezing her
nipple and aureola atop a ball of flesh between his finger and thumb. With his
other hand, he grabbed her nipple tightly, and began to pull. The pain from her
damaged nipple as he squeezed it shot through Mandy's entire breast, and made
her catch her breath. He looked at her, squeezing hard.
"Your punishment will begin tomorrow," he said. She could not reply, but
looked up at him fearfully. "You will learn to regret your insolence, and you
will learn obedience." He was twisting now, and the pain was causing Mandy to
cry out, but she could not take her eyes from him. Finally his voice softened:
"You will give me great pleasure."
A final shake of his right hand sent shock waves through Mandy's vibrating
breast tissue and the tears started to well up in her eyes. Finally Dominic let
go, got up, and left.
Next chapter: -- Tongue Training
