CHAPTER 6 HEALING AND RECOLLECTIONS
Nicole awoke with a loud groan and slowly opened her eyes as the sharp pain in her groin seemed to intensify. As her eyes began to focus, she recognized the face of Mistress Ilsa's slave, whore. "Wh....where am I," she whispered?
"They bought you here to Mistress' house late last night," whore explained. "You'll be staying here with us for the next few weeks or so until you are healed up."
"Di...did Sir Campbell pass the initiation and get into The Ring," Nicole sheepishly queried?"
"Yes, He was voted in unanimously. Both Her and Mistress Ilsa are very proud of your showing at the ritual. Mistress is seeing to your care personally while you recuperate." And just as whore was finishing her sentence, the bedroom door opened, and in walked Mistress Ilsa.
"Ah, I see our little slave has finally joined the ranks of the living. How are you feeling, slave nicole?"
"I'm very sore, Mistress, thank You. Am I going to be alright?"
"Yes, you'll be fine in a couple of weeks time, I'm sure. I had to put a few stitches in your nipple, though, as Sir Damian tore it in half when he ripped that fish hook through it. However, both your Master and I decided against stitching the cuts and tears to your cunt. We think they'll make an excellent addition to the scars on your breast, and they will also serve as a constant reminder of your part in the ritual. But, since there are no stitches, those lacerations will heal more slowly, and we must be diligent in preventing infection, so whore, get the peroxide and pour it over her cunt. Slowly!"
"Certainly, my Mistress," whore replied, as she went into the bathroom to retrieve the bottle.
"May I look, Mistress," Nicole asked?
"If you wish," came the reply.
Nicole gathered herself together as whore lifted the clean white sheet. She wasn't prepared, however, for the sight see saw between her legs. The insides of her thighs and all of her privates were covered in nasty looking lacerations and deep cuts. Some of the smaller ones had begun to scab over, but most of them still had fresh blood seeping out. Nicole laughed aloud at her use of the word 'privates.' "What do you find so humorous, slave," Mistress inquired?
"I was just thinking about how my privates looked, and then started to laugh at my choice of words. I mean, they certainly aren't very private anymore, are they?"
"No, they aren't private, nor, may I add, are they yours. Oh, they are part of the body you inhabit, surely, but they really belong to your Master, and you would do well to remember that. Now whore, pour the peroxide on this sluts' 'privates'!"
"Yes, Mistress." Whore unscrewed the cap and began pouring the entire bottle all of the cuts on Nicole's cunt and thighs. Nicole let out a lous shriek as the cold liquid stung into her.
"I see quite a lot of bubbling, whore. See that you tend to this task three times each day. I don't want any signs of infection. After you have dabbed it dry, put some antiseptic cream on it, but leave it uncovered. The air will help it heal.
"Nicole, I don't know what whore has told you, so I will explain what will be going on. Sir Campbell has entrusted you to My care, as he has gone away on an extended business trip and will not return for a month to six weeks. During that time, you will be living here with whore and Me. The rules of My house are quite simple. You are to be naked at all times, whether I have guests in the house or it if is just the three of us. You will do anything you are told to do. If you break either of these rules, you will be dealt with. You will not be whipped, at least not until your cunt has healed. I will be continuing the work of scaring your right breast. I also expect the full worship of your mouth whenever and wherever I require it. Am I making all of this clear enough for you, cunt?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank You."
"Good. Now get your sorry ass out of that bed and pay tribute to my divine pussy!"
"With pride, Mistress," Nicole answered, as she gingerly pulled herself out of the bed and got down on her knees before her Mistress and began to service Her with her eager tongue.
When Nicole was through, Mistress said, "Nicole, you may get back into bed. I have some questions I wish to ask."
"Certainly, Mistress. Thank You."
"After witnessing your performance last night, I came to the realization that you are a natural slave. You know, some women are slaves because it pleases a spouse or a lover, and some are sold into it against their will. But you, like whore, were born to be a slave. A possession with no other needs but to serve. When did you start to realize that you were a slave?"
"It wasn't long after I first met Sir Campbell, Mistress."
"And when was that?"
"Well, about a year and a half ago, I moved to New York and got a job with 'Jenny's Catering Service' as a waitress/server. One day, about three months after I began working there, Jenny approached me and asked me if I would like to earn some extra money. I asked her what I would have to do, and she told me that she had a special catering job that would begin before midnight and not end until about 6:00AM. She offered to pay me five hundred dollars for the night, and since I normally only made ten dollars an hour, I readily agreed.
"The affair we were to cater took place at Sir Campbell's penthouse on Park Avenue. We all arrived at 1:00 in order to set up for the party. At about twenty minutes to twelve, I answered a knock on the door, and in walked a woman in a long black leather trench coat. She handed the coat to me, and to my amazement, she was completely naked underneath."
"Do you happen to remember what she looked like," Ilsa interupted?
Well, Mistress, she was about my height, and she had honey colored hair. Her nipples were pierced and she wore large steel rings in the."
"I guess you don't have an eye for such things, slave," Mistress remarked, "but that 'woman' was My slave whore! If her hair was not shorn today, maybe you might remember her, as she certainly did look different with all that long hair she had."
"That was whore?"
"Yes, it was. Your Master didn't have a slave at that time, so I lent whore to Him for the evening. That was why Sir Campbell lent you to Me for our little tryst with your 'old friend' Countess Courtney."
"Y...You mean....Sir Campbell has had other slaves," Nicole whimpered?
"I fail to see how that is any of your business, slut. You are His slave, and that's all that matters, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress. Please forgive me. Well, it was at that point that Jenny told mer that I was to be responsible for whatever was needed with the woman, uh, whore. So whore asked me where she could go to get ready and I took her to the guest bedroom.
"When we got into the bedroom, whore proceeded to open up a leather bag that I hadn't noticed. She took out an assortment of whips, as well as a penis gag and a set of handcuffs. She then instructed me that what I would need to do would be to hand the whips to the guests whenever they wanted to beat her. She then asked me to buckled the gag into her mouth and use the cuffs to lock her wrists behind he back. I did as she asked.
"When I was done getting her ready, I took whore by the arm, picked up the whips, and brought her back into the living room. A few of the guests had already arrived. I spent the rest of the night at her side, handing different whips to the guests when they wanted to whip her."
"Was this your first experience in the S & M scene," Mistress stopped her?
"Yes it was, Mistress."
"And how did you feel? What were you thinking?"
"Well, I guess that at first I was so taken aback by it all that I couldn't form any thoughts about what was going on. But, I also couldn't help but try to understand the way whore was handling what she was doing. I mean, here she was, stark naked, bound and gagged, at a formal catered affair, being whipped, and quite severely in some cases, and the only expression that she conveyed was pride. She held herself in such a way as to exude confidence and pride, as if she was completely in charge of all the goings on."
"Yes, that's something that sets her apart from most slaves," Mistress said. Whore's reason for being is to serve Me, in any manner I wish, whenever and however I wish it to be. But anyway, how did this bring you to where you are today, Sir Campbell's slave?"
"Well, the party was on a Friday night. And the Monday Morning after the party I was in my apartment with my roommate, when the phone rang, and it was Sir Campbell. He explained that He had a pair of tickets to the premiere of a new Broadway musical and passes to the party backstage, as well as an invitation to the big party where they all gather to await the early additions to see what the reviewers thought. He asked me if I would like to be His guest for the night.
"I replied that I would really love to go, but that I was scheduled to work for Jenny that night. He said not to worry about it, that He would take care of it with Jenny. I told Him I appreciated it, but, I added embarassingly, that I needed the money from the job. He told me that His relationship with Jenny would allow me the night off with pay. I thanked Him and said that I would love to go, but that I was concerned about how I should dress. He said that one of his hobbies was fashion design, and that He had a gown that He thought might fit me. He said He would have His driver drop it off at my apartment that afternoon. I told him that would be great, as He told me He would pick me up at 7:30 that evening.
"The gown arrived about 4:00 in the afternoon, as He promised. I hurriedly took it into my bedroom to try it on. It was a gown the likes of which I had never seen. It was made of cranberry satin and was floor length, with not one, but three slits that divided the gown into thirds. The slits were spaced so that one was right in the middle of the back and the other two were just to the outside of each leg. The slits ran up to the hip. The back of the gown was scooped out all the way to the small of my back, and the front was almost beyond description. The front was really nothing more than two three inch panels that began at the waist and ran up to the underside of both breasts, leaving the entire middle exposed. At the breasts, the panels ended and a pair of spaghetti straps began, one on each side of the breasts, and tying behind the neck. All of this exposure was covered buy a sheer material that looked like a combination of a cape and vest, without sleeves. There was a cranberry leather choker in with the gown and a note which read; 'I hope you like the dress. Please only wear what is in the package. See you at 7:30. 'C'. The only other things in the package were a pair of heels that were the same soft leather as the choker. I was a bit shaken by the lack of underwear, bit I rationalized that it would be of little value in this outfit anyway.
"We arrived at the theatre and the sidewalk was a mob scene of photographers and people snapping pictures. Sir Campbell took my hand as I got out of the limo and He lead me up the carpet and into the theatre."
"What did you feel like when you saw all the cameras flashing," Mistress asked?
"Surprisingly, Mistress, I felt very proud, and I consciously walked as straight backed as I could, with my shoulders back and my breasts thrusting forward.
"After the performance, Sir Campbell took me backstage to meet the cast and crew. We stayed there and had champagne and light food for about twenty minutes, until He said it was time to go to the cast party. In the limo, Sir Campbell asked me if I had a good time, and then He said, 'Nicole, do you trust Me?' I answered that I did. Then again He asked, 'Do you truly trust Me?', and once again I answered that I did. He then asked, ' Do you wish to explore and expand that trust?' and I answered 'yes, that I would like that very much.'
"We arrived at the restaurant at about that time, and Sir Campbell, taking my hand, said, 'Please leave the cape in the car.' I said all right, and He said, 'From now on you must address Me as Sir Campbell or Master. ' I said, 'Yes, Sir Campbell,' as we got out of the car.
He lead me through the wide-eyed staring customers in the restaurant and into an elevator that took us to a private dining room. A lot of people were already at the party, and I was surprised to realize that none of them found my dress to be worthy of so much as a glance, let alone a comment. It was as if I was dressed in a conservative fashion."
"How did that make you feel," Ilsa asked?
"To be frank, Mistress, it made me feel even more uncomfortable. I mean, here I am, walking around with my breasts completely exposed, and no one seems to care. I was included in all of the conversations, so it wasn't as if I was being icily ignored."
"What happened then?"
"I guess about an hour into the party, Sir Campbell suggested that I go freshen up, so I went to the ladies room. The attendant asked me if I was with Sir Campbell, and I answered that I was. She then told me to remove my dress, but leave the heels and choker on. I did as she asked, and was about to ask her why, when she took the dress from me and told me that I would have no further need of it for the evening. She then told me to rejoin the other guests."
"what was the reaction when you returned to the room naked?"
"Again, Mistress, it was as if I was dressed. No one gave me as much as a second look."
"Is that how the remainder of the night went?"
"Well no, Mistress. When Sir Campbell came to my side and we began to mingle together, men, and sometimes women, would ask him if they could examine me. At least that was the implication, since all they would say to Him was 'May I?' And the, after He would grant His assent, they would fondle my breasts, belly and backside. A few sucked on my nipples, and one woman probed both my cunt and ass at the same time."
"And how did you feel through all of this?"
"Strangely, Mistress, I felt a sense of pride at being displayed as some sort of property belonging to Sir Campbell. I mean, it was as if I were a coin or some other type of collectible that was being scrutinized closely by other collectors. I felt as if I was an inanimate object, except for the fact that my nipples were hard and my pussy was we."
"Did anyone comment on your state of arousal," Mistress asked?
"Yes, Mistress. One woman said something about it after she pulled her finger out of my. She said something about my being a 'wet one,' and she ordered me to lick her finger clean."
"And what was Sir Campbell doing during this time?"
"Well, mostly He just held onto me by the choker around my neck and agreed with the comments people made. But He didn't speak directly to me again until we were in His car and He was taking me home."
"Tell Me what He said in the car, Nicole."
"He just told me that I had done very well and that He wanted to see me for lunch, as He had a surprise for me. I told Him that I would love to have lunch with Him, and He said He would pick me up at my apartment at 1:00. He then put a full length black leather trench coat over my shoulders, as I was still naked, and told me that I should be ready at 1:00 and to be dressed as I was now. When we arrived at my building, He helped me out of the car and kissed my hand while He said goodnight."
"Nicole, I want to hear more, but first I want you to rest. Take a nap and I'll have whore wake you for dinner, we can continue our talk after that."
"Thank You, Mistress," Nicole replied as she put her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes.
Nicole awoke with a start at the cool touch of whore's hand on her face. "Time to get up, Nicole," whore whispered, "Mistress expects us at dinner within the hour." Whore helped Nicole get out of bed and took her to the bathroom, where she drew her bath and gently bathed her. After ministering to the wounds, whore brought Nicole downstairs to the dining room, which was lit only by candles. Mistress Ilsa was already seated at the head of the table.
"Ah, you look much more rested, My pet," Ilsa remarked. "Please take a seat to My left. Whore, show Nicole your special chair before you sit down."
"Yes, Mistress, " whore replied, as she took Nicole over to the other side of the table and pulled her chair out. The "special" chair had two four inch sections of broomsticks about one inch apart rising up from the seat, and all around the broomsticks were dozens of carpet tacks sticking up. Whore carefully positioned herself so that the two shafts lined up with her cunt and asshole, and then sat down with a wince and soft moan. Nicole took this as her cue and went back to her side of the table.
She pulled out her chair, as Mistress laughed aloud, "Checking to see if your chair is 'special' too? Not yet, slave. Whore is being punished, so she gets to sit in the chair. Tell slave Nicole what you did, whore."
"Yes, Mistress," whore answered. "This afternoon, Mistress ordered me to suck the cock of one of Her he-slaves, and a drop of his cum spilled from my mouth to the floor. Mistress requires that all cum is to be swallowed, unless She expressly orderes otherwise, so She has sentenced me to an evening in the chair."
"Maybe after dinner you would like to help Me discipline whore, slave Nicole," Ilsa said, "But first, I want to hear the rest of your story regarding your relationship with Sir Campbell."
"Yes of course, Mistress," Nicole answered. "I think I left off after He had dropped me at my apartment. Well, the next day, promptly at 1:00, His limo pulled up in front of my building, but He wasn't in it. I was driven to an apartment building in the east seventies. The driver let me out and said that I was to take the elevator to 7D. When I got up there, Master met me at the door and said, 'Welcome to your new home, I hope you like it.'
"I was dumbfounded. I asked Him what He meant, and He explained that He wasn't comfortable with where I was living. He said that the neighborhood was too dangerous and that He would feel a lot better if I was in a building with a twenty-four hour doorman. I began to mutter about my roommate, and He quickly added that He had given my roommate my share of the rent for the next three months in order that she could find another person to share the apartment with. He also said that if the arrangements were agreeable to me that I would not be going back to work at the catering service. He told me that He would provide for my needs, and that I was free to attend plays, shows, museums, art galleries and the like. The only stipulations He would make would be that if He wished to see me, that He would call in the morning so that I would have ample time to cancel any plans I had made."
"Did He give you a chance to turn down His offer?"
"Yes, Mistress, He said that if I didn't want to accept His offer, that His driver would take me back to my apartment right then. As You know, I accepted His offer, and have been in this arrangement ever since."
"Thank you, slave, that was an interesting story. And now, if you have finished your meal, it is time that I teach you the proper use of a whip. Whore, meet us in the dungeon. Slave Nicole, come with me."
"Yes, Mistress, " the two slaves intoned in unison.