Nissa's Story

The North India Trading Company was founded in 1924 by Lord Adam
Beaverton as a rescue mission for young girls. In many countries
around the world less value was placed on baby girls born into the
large families living in poverty in the slums of the cities, or in
remote villages. These unwanted young girls were sometimes abandoned
on the streets of the city, or even put to death at an early age.

Lord Adam had been appalled at the treatment given to these young
girls and wanted to do something to help some of them. He set up a
mission in remote village in Northern India and made trips to the
cities to find these abandoned girls living in the streets and slums.
At the mission, the girls were given good food to eat, medical
attention and most importantly an education so they could better
themselves and enjoy a good life.

Of course all this cost a lot of money, and after several years Lord
Adam began to run short of funds. About that time a young man by the
name of Sir Thomas visited his friend at the mission and was greeted
by the children there, some of whom had grown into beautiful young
girls. Sir Thomas was quite enamoured by one of the older girls named
Nehani, and after talking with her for a while he began to fall madly
in love with her. Before he left, he asked the girl if she would
return with him to England to be his wife. Nehani quickly agreed.
Lord Adam knew his friend would take good care of Nehani and gave the
two his blessing.

A few months after Sir Thomas and Nehani were married in England,Lord
Adam received a letter from his friend telling of how happy they were
with each other. Also enclosed with the letter was a generous donation
for the mission. It was not long after that other gentlemen
acquaintances of Lord Adam and Sir Thomas began to visit the remote
mission, some of whom also took a fancy to one of the beautiful girls
there. Soon the mission was financially well off as donations started
coming in from happy men who had found lovely and intelligent brides
for themselves at the mission.

For the girls, who had gone from poverty and death to become educated
and respected young ladies, loved and cared for by the handsome and
wealthy men who had made them their own, it was a dream come true. As
word of the mission and the girls there spread, more and more girls
were saved from a sad life of poverty and despair and given new lives.
New missions were started up in other countries to help the unwanted
girl children there achieve a chance for happiness in a new life. The
girls who showed a tendency towards having a more submissive or
sensuous nature were given the means and the training to realise to
the fullest this character trait and were given special attentions as
they matured. These were the girls who were to bring the largest
donations of cash into the missions.

And so from a small mission in a remote village The North India
Trading Company was born. Today there are twenty buildings and schools
in various countries around the world to rescue the unwanted girl
children from the slums and streets of cities, and from the villages
nearby. Whenever possible the girls receive their training in their
own village by a representative of the company. Or, they are sent to
one of the company's schools to live and be educated there. The money
collected from the donations is often put back into the community to
help other people. The selected girls that receive special training
are "sold" to some of the most wealthy men in the world and the money
helps to benefit all.

  C/W Dino Dave 1999     dino@canoemail.com

 

 

NISSA'S STORY   Part 1/3     C/W 1999  Dino Dave

My name is Nissa and I am a submissive. Master has left to go on a
month long business trip and has told me to use the time to write an
account of my life so far, kind of a journal. He said that he would be
checking alt.sex.stories from time to time while he is away and wants
me to post parts as I complete them. So here goes.

I never knew my parents since I was left as a baby in the lobby of the
North India Trading Company building in Pune, near Bombay, with a note
attached to the blanket I was wrapped in saying to take care of me.

I was sent to the Bangalore mission in the south where I was cared
for. I met many girls there like me who had been abandoned by their
mothers or had been orphaned. The staff and the other children were
all very kind and I had fun there, but I always felt that I didn't
quite fit in. When the other girls would organize games, I was never
able to say what I thought, content to follow rather than lead. I was
well liked by both the staff and the other girls because I was always
eager to please them, my wishes coming second.

I would have liked to be more assertive but when the time came I would
always have the feeling that others knew what was best and would go
along with whatever was decided. This didn't bother me however since I
felt good when I was able to do things that would please someone else
and I liked having decisions made for me.

When I was five years old I started to attend class in the mission
school house. At first I was a little frightened but the teacher was
nice and I was able to understand the things that we were taught.
When the teacher asked me a question on something that I had learned
and I answered correctly I felt happy that I had pleased her. Along
with the usual lessons on reading and arithmetic, the teachers
organized kind of plays that all the girls would preform in. Being so
young I thought that some of these plays were quite grown up since we
were given costumes to wear and there were dances to learn as well as
lines to remember, but we all had fun doing them.

It was a few months before my sixth birthday, what I had come to
accept as my birthday since no one really knew what the date of my
birth was, that I was called into the headmaster's office. Of course I
was scared that I had done something wrong but my fears were quickly
put to rest when he sat beside me and gave me some sweets. The
headmaster told me that there was a special program available for
girls who showed promise and my teacher thought I would be a good
candidate. He went on to say that girls in the program were chosen for
their good looks and for their charm and intelligence. That my teacher
thought I was pretty and smart made my heart soar.

The headmaster told me that I would receive my education with the
others in the school and when I was much older I would be sent to
another school, perhaps in another country, to get more specialize
training. After, when I would graduate, I would be chosen by a wealthy
man and live with him as his wife. He said that if I didn't want to be
in the program I would still get a good education and live at the
mission until I was old enough to leave and find work or a husband by
myself. Every little girl dreams of being chosen by a wealthy man and
to be his wife, and I was no exception.

He asked me if I had noticed that some of the girls in the school wore
shiny steel bangles on their feet and I said that I had. These, he
said, were given to each girl in the program and were to be worn
always, to signify that she was someone special, a girl who knew how
to give great pleasure to the man who would make her his own. At the
time I didn't really understand what he meant but I knew this was
something I wanted to do. He told me that when I was a little older I
would be given the same kind of bangles for my wrists.

The headmaster told me to think about the special program and if I
would like to be in it. He said that I should go and talk to my
teacher about it and she would answer any questions I had, and that I
would need to decide in a few days whether or not I wanted to join.
That afternoon I went to my teacher's house and we sat and talked over
supper about the program and what was expected from the girls in it. I
said to her that I thought the program was something that I really
wanted to do and she said that I had to be sure that I really wanted
it since it would decide the course of the rest of my life.

My teacher took from a drawer a set of the steel bangles that the
girls wore and handed them to me. I was a little surprised at how
heavy the set of four together was but my teacher said that as I got
bigger and stronger the weight wouldn't bother me. She let me try them
on. The ones for my feet slipped over my heels easily and the wrist
bangles were way too big to stay where they were supposed to go on my
skinny arms, sliding up past my elbows. She found a smaller set that
fit a little better. She told me that if I decided to enter the
program I would see the fitter for my bangles so he could get them
sized properly.

I walked around the room a bit while wearing the bangles. At the time
I didn't understand the feelings I had but it just seemed so right.
When I would bring my hands or my feet together and the bangles
clinked together a small chill would run up my back. I sat back down
beside my teacher with a big smile on my face. She helped me take off
the bangles and held one in her hand. It gleamed with a grayish blue
light. "Once you accept these bangles they become a part of you," she
said, "they can never be taken off. After you have them fitted and
your feet and hands get bigger as you grow they won't come off. They
are made from a special steel that has been hardened to resist
scratching and are almost impossible to cut through.

"You have to accept that if you decide to be in the program you must
give your future over to us to teach you the ways of achieving
happiness for both yourself and the one who will make you his own when
you are old enough. You will have to do what we tell you to do, even
if you don't want to do it. For one thing you won't be allowed to cut
your hair anymore. We will want it to grow as long as it naturally
can. Your life here won't change much now, but as you grow up into a
young woman you will receive more training that will help you achieve
the goals we set out for our girls. Then, when you are ready, we will
help find a man to take you and treasure you in love and happiness."

My teacher walked me back to the building where I slept. At the door I
told her that I would really like to join the program. She asked me if
I was sure and I said that I was very sure. She said that she thought
I would do well in the program and she would let the headmaster know
of my decision. I felt very grown up that night, having made an
important decision about my future and hardly slept at all, imagining
myself as an adult, laying on a fur rug wearing the bangles, while my
master watched over me.

Two days later I was taken to see the fitter to receive my ankle
bangles. The man's name was Sam and he took a lot of time measuring
different parts of me, feeling around the bones of my arms and legs
and writing on a piece of paper the measurements. He used some
sandpaper to remove some of the hard skin at the bottoms of my heels.
Then he put some oil on his hands and rubbed it all over my feet,
pressing his fingers into the places between the bones. It really felt
good what he was doing. Sam went to a cabinet and took out three sets
of bangles. He took some time holding them against my ankles before
deciding on the size he wanted. Sam let me hold them for a while and
told me that these would be mine. Then he rubbed some more oil on my
feet and told me to relax. He took one bangle and slipped it onto my
foot. Then he pressed down on the top as he pushed it over the heel of
my foot. It started to hurt bit as he pushed harder, but then it
popped over my heel and it was on.

He let me rest while he cleaned the oil off and then he did the same
thing to my other foot. When I opened my eyes I saw the two shiny
rings around my ankles and smiled. Sam washed my feet and used the
sandpaper on some rough patches of skin on the bottom of my feet, and
on my toenails. He gave me a peppermint candy to eat and rubbed some
peppermint smelling oil on my feet. Then he gave me a pair of soft
slippers to wear and took me back to my room. The gleam of the
sunlight off my bangles kept catching my eyes as we walked. The
bangles felt strange banging against my ankles while the high tops of
the slippers kept them from rubbing on my feet. I was told that I
could skip class today and rest in bed, but I was soon bored and in
the afternoon, after lunch, went out for a walk.

I went out to the playground and sat on the swings, admiring my new
bangles. I hadn't worn the slippers but by the time I got back I
wished I had. There were red marks on the tops of my feet and in back
where the bangles had rubbed as I walked. I expected to get in trouble
when Sam came to see me that night, but he just put some cream on the
spots where it hurt and said that I'd be O.K.

It took several weeks before I really got used to my bangles. I also
noticed that I was treated with admiration and a little respect from
the other girls in the school, and even from the teachers and staff
there. I was befriended by the other girls who wore the bangles and
was happy to be a part of their group. We were the chosen ones and
although we were the prettiest and the smartest, we were told not to
feel superior to the other girls, but rather to feel fortunate to be
given opportunity to help others. We were told that wearing the
bangles was a privilege and an honour and that we should never do
anything to hurt someone or to make them feel badly, but rather to try
to help others with their difficulties.

And so as I got older I was able to work with my teachers to help the
girls that were having trouble with their lessons. After my regular
class and some extra time helping the teacher, I also took dance
lessons with some of the other girls. We put on a play where people
from the city came and watched us perform. At first I thought I would
be too nervous to dance in front of strangers but when I saw how much
they enjoyed our play it made me feel better.

When I was twelve I was sent to see Sam again to receive my wrist
bangles. At that time he checked the ones he had given me earlier and
gave them a bit of polishing. He gave me my new ones which slipped
over my hands with little problem. They seemed a bit big to me but he
said that I would grow into them, and sent me off with a chuckle. I
kept banging things with them for the first few weeks, but I got use
to them much faster than I did the ones on my ankles.

Two years later I was told that I would travel to London England for
my secondary schooling. I was a little sad to be leaving all my
friends in Bangalore, but I was also exited to be going to a country
that I had learned much about. I arrived in London and was taken to a
home owned by the trading company where I met four other girls who
lived there, all with long hair and wearing the bangles like mine. Two
of the girls were older than me and were to begin their last year of
high school this year. There names were Rachel and Gwen. The other
girl was a year older than me and would be starting her second year.
Her name was Lisa.

I was introduced to the "dorm mother" whose name was Donna. She was
about thirty five and quite good looking. Donna took me around the
house and introduced me to the other girls and showed me where I would
sleep. I was to share a room with Lisa, while the older girls had a
room next door. I was told that Donna usually slept in a room
downstairs and if I needed anything during the night I was to go and
see her.

That night we all went out to a night club nearby where we had a nice
time. The older girls danced with some of the boys there while Lisa,
Donna and I sat and watched, enjoying the band that was playing. I had
my first taste of wine that night when Donna let me have a sip of
hers, and I felt like I was really grown up since we all stayed at the
club until quite late that night.

I was happy to fall into bed when we got back since the long plane
ride and the night club had really tired me out. They let me sleep
until mid afternoon the next day before Donna woke me with a tray of
breakfast which I hastily finished off. Donna said that school was to
start the next week and tomorrow she would take me to buy the uniform
that all the girls there wore. Since today was Sunday we all went out
for a walk around the neighbourhood, stopping at a lovely park for a
while before returning home for supper.

On Monday Donna took me and Gwen by taxi to the store downtown that
sold the school uniforms. Gwen had grown out of her old one and she
got a new skirt, blouse and blazer. The skirt was a gray and green
plaid and with the white blouse and gray jacket I thought she looked
very pretty in it. I got a little nervous when Donna took me into the
changing room and helped me to undress and try on my uniform. My
breasts were starting to get big and I was embarrassed to have Donna
see them but when I had put on the blouse, Donna went out and came
back with a bra for me. She helped me with the catch in the back and
then I put on the uniform again. When I stood in front of the mirror I
was amazed at how nice I looked. My breasts filled out the blouse
nicely and my dark brown hair hung to the bottom of the skirt. Donna
picked up several pairs of the green socks that went with the uniform
and we headed out of the store.

The next stop was a shoe store down the road. Donna seemed to know the
man there quite well and he measured my feet and got a pair of shoes
for me. The shoes were black and the part around the ankle came up a
little higher than with most shoes that I have seen of that type.
Donna explained that the socks were to go on over my bangles and they
would rest on the top of the shoes so as to not be so noticeable that
way. When I tried on the socks and shoes my bangles were lifted up a
little and by looking you couldn't really tell that they were there. I
had never even thought about it since in my country lots of women wore
heavy bangles on their ankles, but Donna said that here it wasn't so
common and we didn't want to attract a lot of attention to ourselves
when we were at school.

Donna sent all our purchases home by cab and we took a bus to see some
of the sights in the city. After some supper in a fine restaurant we
headed back home again.

It was near the end of my first year of high school that I made a
discovery that would change my view of life forever. I had been
working late on a particularly hard English paper and I needed a book
that I thought Gwen had in her room. I could hear them when I went
into the hall so I knew she and Rachel were still awake. I knocked and
then quickly entered their room without thinking about it. The sight
before me made me freeze and I stood there staring with my mouth open.

Rachel was lying face down on her bed. She had her hands tied behind
her back with some rope through her bangles. The end of the rope led
to her feet, passing through her ankle bangles and pulled up tight
before being tied there. Gwen was laying on top of her with her head
underneath Rachel's feet and down between her thighs. Her thighs were
on each side of Rachel's head and she was rubbing herself against the
back of Rachel's head and neck. Neither girl wore any clothes.

They hadn't heard me come into the room and I stood there rooted to
the spot, my term paper forgotten, watching the girls make love to
each other. Their breathing was getting faster and they were each
making little muffled moaning sounds. Rachel was twisting her hands
and tugging with her feet, then rubbing them on Gwen's back, urging
her head deeper into her crotch. Gwen was thrusting her bottom up and
down, banging her pussy into the back of Rachel's head. Rachel's hair
was becoming slick with Gwen's juices. I had reached down and was
pressing my hand onto the spot between my legs.

Suddenly Rachel pulled her hands up behind her back, causing her feet
to push Gwen's head harder into her, and let out a long groan into her
pillow. A few seconds later Gwen arched her back up, pushing herself
down harder onto Rachel's head. I saw her hands fly out to grasp
Rachel's thighs and the muscles on her back quiver as she found her
release.

I backed slowly from their room, closing the door as softly as I
could, then walked back to my room. Lisa was still asleep as I sat
down at the desk and stared at the computer screen for ten minutes or
so. There was no way I would continue with my essay tonight so I saved
the file and switched off the computer and the light, then crossed
over the room and got into my bed. The image of Gwen and Rachel still
burned brightly in my mind. My focus kept being drawn to the coils of
rope looped through Rachel's bracelets, holding her hands and feet
close together. And Gwen's body pressing down on Rachel, her crotch
pushing Rachel's face into her pillow. I rolled over onto my stomach.
I brought my legs up and reached back to hook my fingers through my
ankle bangles. I started to rock myself back and forth on the bed,
slowly so I wouldn't make too much noise.

My night gown had gotten bunched up underneath me and it was pressing
into my pussy. I slid down a little and squeezed my legs together,
trapping it between them. I could feel the sensations building within
me and I rubbed my thighs together faster, pressing down harder on the
ball of cloth that had gathered between. Rachel's wrists twisting
inside her bracelets, trying to pull against the unyielding tightness
of the rope binding them together. I pulled harder on my ankle
bangles, moving my wrists closer together. I heard the gentle clink as
my bracelets touched together. I did it again, the sound sending a
shiver up my spine.

I was frantically humping the ball of nightgown underneath me while
pulling my feet back to press on my bum when I came harder than I had
ever done before. As I ground my pussy down on the cloth my head was
pulled up and I had my mouth open in a silent scream. I let my fingers
slip from my bangles as I fell, exhausted, down on my bed with little
shivers racing across my body. It was some time before I was able to
stand and stagger into the bathroom. The front of my nightgown was
wrinkled and soaked and it smelled kind of funny too. I cleaned up a
little and took a pee, then went back to bed. I tossed and turned for
hours, unable to sleep thinking about what I had seen that night. At
one point I took a sock from the hamper and with my hands behind my
back, pulled it through my bracelets and tied a knot in it. I must
have fallen asleep like that because when I woke up the knot had
slipped out and my hands were free, but the sock was still through one
of my bangles.

The next day Rachel and Gwen were their same friendly selves so I
guess they never saw me in their room that night. But the images of
what I saw continued to haunt me for weeks after, until I summoned up
enough courage to ask Donna about what I suspected were the real
purpose of the bangles we wore. One evening after supper I asked her
if I could talk to her. We went to her apartment and she gave me a
glass of milk from the fridge. We sat by the big front window for a
while watching the cars pass by the house. I didn't quite know exactly
what I wanted to know and I just kind of blurted out "Why do we wear
these bangles?"

Donna began telling me how they add a kind of symmetry and beauty to
our bodies that is attractive to the eye. She went on about how they
mark us as one trained to give of ourselves and to help another find
happiness and peace. I had heard all this before. I just had to know
if my suspicions were correct. I put down my glass of milk on the
table and, surprising myself with my boldness, looked her right in the
eyes. I brought my hands behind my back and clinked my bangles
together..

Donna's eyes grew wide and a sly smile began to spread on her lips.
She sat back on her chair and said that usually we don't find out
about this until we are older. The technical term is bondage, she
said, and if you look it up in the dictionary it can mean servitude
owed to someone or the relationship of a slave to his master, also to
be tied, bound, made helpless. Many people find that tying up someone
and making them helpless gives them a kind of power over that person.
Others enjoy the feelings of helplessness that being tied up brings
them. The one doing the tying is referred to as the master or top
while the one being tied is the bottom or sub, submissive, willing to
submit to their master's wishes. Some people like to switch, sometimes
being the bottom and sometimes the top.

Donna told me that none of this should ever be forced on someone who
doesn't want it. "The company tries to bring you girls up to realize
your fullest potential as a companion for one of our clients, the men
who come to us looking for a partner or a mate. All of this will be
explained to you when you finish your schooling here. You will be sent
then to another place to complete your final training. There you will
be instructed on how to use your body to attain the most pleasure for
yourself and the man who will make you his own. It is there where you
usually find out the true purpose of the bangles you wear. There is no
harm that you have already guessed however."

Donna stood up and went into the other room for a minute, returning
with a small metal object which she gave to me. It was a small oval
shaped ring with a piece in the middle that hinged inward when I
pushed on it. Donna took one of my hands and pushed the ring onto my
bangle. The piece closed with a little click. She took my other hand
and pushed that bangle into the ring, clicking it on. My hands were
now joined together in front of me. I saw that I could push the piece
of the ring down with my thumb and free myself, but I didn't. Donna
sat down again across from me and watched me twist my hands around and
gently try to pull them apart. "You won't break that ring," she said,
"it's made from the same metal as the bangles."

"How do you feel, Nissa?" she asked me when I had sat still with my
hands together in my lap for a few minutes. "Does it annoy you? Do you
like it? Are you a bottom or a top? Or does it not really matter at
all? During the next few years you will find your answers to these
questions. Everyone has a different take on the subject of sex and
there is no right or wrong way to achieve the pleasures from it,
unless you are hurting someone or making them feel uncomfortable
against that person's wishes. At the company, we try to let you find
out what you want and then we match you to someone with similar
tastes."

Donna came over to me and unhooked the ring from my bangles. She
placed another one in my hands, this one had a covering of black
leather over it. She said that I could keep this one if I wanted to,
the leather would cushion it so it wouldn't make noise rattling
against the bangles. That night I slept with my hands together in
front of me, the little ring holding my bracelets close together.
After my room mate was asleep I rubbed myself silly before drifting
off into a deep sleep. In the morning the little ring was still there,
holding my bangles and my hands together.

After I had my talk with Donna I was able to better understand the
feelings I was having from seeing Rachel being dominated by Gwen that
night. Of course I knew I was happier to let others take charge and
make the decisions for me but I had thought before that this was not
right and I should try be more assertive. Now I saw that it was O.K.
to let another take the lead and that I could be happy to follow
along. I also understood the purpose of the bangles and the feelings
that would come over me when I used the little ring that Donna gave me
to attach them together at night.

It was due to this new understanding that I became more at peace with
myself and was better able to concentrate on my school work,
graduating with high marks that first year. We all had a big party at
the end of the school year before Gwen and Rachel were sent away for
their final training period. Donna and Lisa and I did some travelling
in France and Spain during the summer holidays, returning to the house
in London a few weeks before the fall semester. Three new girls joined
us for that year, two were twins from Thailand, Kim and Lynn, while
the other girl, Susan, was from China.

This was my family for the next two years and we all worked hard at
our studies. I still shared the room with Lisa and it was a few weeks
after Christmas that we found ourselves suddenly drawn to each other.
I still liked to connect my bangles together at night with the ring
that Donna had given me and that night I guess I made a little too
much noise when I thought Lisa was asleep. I had attached my hands
behind me and was on my stomach pressing myself into the mattress when
I felt the covers lifted off of me. Opening my eyes I turned my head
and saw Lisa standing holding the blankets off me, staring at me with
my hands bound behind my back.

After a few awkward moments I moved my hand to open the ring and free
myself but Lisa sat down beside me and put her hand over mine. Her
fingers examined the little ring that held my bangles together,
pushing open the catch and letting it snap shut again. Then she lifted
the hem of my nightgown, I, raising myself up a little so she could
slide it up past my waist to my shoulders. Lisa then ran her hand up
and down my back, under my arms. Her other hand came down on my thigh,
pushing in between. I parted my legs a little and soon she found the
place that I couldn't reach, bound as I was.

Lisa never said a word as she rubbed me on my bed that night and
later, when I was done, she got up and placed the blankets back over
me and went back to her own bed. It all had seemed like a sweet dream
as I lay there, soon drifting off to sleep. The next morning I awoke
to find Lisa sitting on her bed looking at me. She gave me a smile and
a nod but the events of last night were never discussed, not during
breakfast nor during the walk to school. After school I looked for
Lisa but she didn't show up so I walked back home with the others. It
was about an hour later that she came into our room and started to
change her clothes, all the while giving me sly smiles. She came over
and sat beside me.

"I bought you a present." she said, and gave me two brass padlocks.
She took the keys and attached them to a ring with a heart shaped
pendant hanging from it. "Those are yours and these are mine." she
stated, pocketing the key ring. That evening while we did our homework
Lisa told me to put one of the locks through my ankle bangles. The
feeling I had when I did what she said and I heard the lock click shut
was indescribable. I did find it hard to concentrate on my studies
that evening. Later on Lisa unlocked my feet long enough for me to use
the bathroom and take off my clothes before she put the locks on me,
one for my feet and one for my hands, connecting them in front of me.

Lisa undressed and lay down on her bed. She told me to come over to
her, which I found difficult with my feet locked together, but I
managed. I sat on her bed and we began to touch each other. Lisa lay
back and waited for me. I got the hint that she wanted me to do to her
what she had done for me last night and I started running my hands up
and down her body, eventually centering my attentions on the place
between her legs. I began exploring her pussy, putting first one, then
two fingers inside her hot, tight hole while rubbing that sensitive
nub at the top with my thumb. It wasn't long before Lisa's back arched
up off the bed and I could feel the pulsations of her cum in my
fingers. When I took my hands away from Lisa's crotch and I brushed
the hair off my face I caught the scent of her off my other hand. I
touched my finger to my tongue, just curious of how it would taste
like. Lisa's eyes popped open just as my finger touched my tongue and
I think she saw me. She gave a great smile and raised her arms
inviting me to lay down on top of her.

I stretched down on top of her with my arms up over her head and we
lay there and cuddled for a while. Then Lisa told me to go to my own
bed. As I shuffled across the room I was at first a little
disappointed that she told me to leave, but then I remembered how good
I had made her feel, and how good she had made me feel the night
before, and I crawled into my bed quite pleased with myself. I heard
Lisa call my name and say good night, I answered her back. The feeling
of having my ankles locked together was new to me but it was not
unpleasant at all and I was able to fall asleep soon after.

That was the beginning of what was to be my first love affair, one
that lasted a year and a half, until Lisa graduated and was sent away
for her final training session. During our time together I was able to
understand and develop my own submissive tendencies while Lisa,
although not really dominant herself, would really enjoy having me as
her "slave". We always kept our affection for each other to ourselves
during that time but I think that even if Donna found out, and I'm
sure she knew anyway, there would not have been a real problem over
it. As I was to find out later during the final training that this
kind of play is encouraged amongst the girls in the program.

During my senior year at the high school Susan, the Asian girl, moved
to my room. She was a nice girl but she didn't seem to know much about
sex and I didn't think it was my place to tell her. She found out
quickly that I liked to lock my hands and feet together at night (Lisa
had given me the keys for the locks when she left) and one time I put
one of the locks on her wrist bracelets and we fooled around a bit,
but I could tell she wasn't really into it like Lisa and I had been.
But she did tolerate my clanking and thrashing around at night so that
was O.K.

It was just before Christmas of that last year that I had my first
real experience with a boy. Our school was all girls but they
organized dances from time to time with an all boys school nearby.
Looking back, those early dances were comical affairs with the girls
on one side of the gym and the boys on the other, all too shy to cross
over and mingle, but as I got older or curiosity took over, us older
ones made the move to get to know one another. I was talking with a
group of friends and from the corner of my eye I saw a rather handsome
boy move over to stand beside me. I turned to him and he asked me if I
wanted to dance, so we did. It felt a little awkward at first but I
soon started to feel more comfortable with him. We danced together for
three songs, the last one a slow number where he held me close as I
leaned my head on his shoulder.

After, he got us some punch and we sat and talked for a while. He told
me his name was Steve and he said that he thought I was very pretty.
We danced for a few more songs and he asked if he could see me again.
He gave me his number and I said I would have to ask my mum (Donna)
and I would let him know.

The next morning I told Donna about Steve and that he wanted to see me
again. Donna said that it was O.K. to date him but that I would have
to tell him that I couldn't get serious with him since I was still too
young, and that I would probably not see him again after I graduated
and was sent on for my final training. But it would be good for me to
gain some experience with boys my own age, she added. I called Steve
that afternoon and we made plans to go see a movie that night.

I met him at the front of the house and we took a bus to the theatre.
During the movie Steve put his arm around me, holding me close to him
and we kissed a few times. Then, afterwards we walked back, stopping
in a park to sit on one of the benches, cuddling and kissing some
more. I was a little nervous at first but Steve's body felt nice
against mine, different, when I ran my hands across his chest and down
his arms. Steve took my hands and was playing with my bangles, turning
them around. He asked me how they came off since he could see no catch
and I said that they didn't come off. I lifted my leg and pulled up
the cuff of my jeans to show him the ones on my feet and he bent to
look closer. When he hooked his finger through it to pull my leg up a
little, a warm feeling began to spread through me.

I started to tell him about the special program that I was in and how
a husband would be found for me when I was older. He knew about the
arranged marriages that were common in my country and I said that it
was something like that. I told him that the bangles that we wear are
a symbol or a kind of mark for us who are in the program. All the time
I was talking he had been playing with the bangle on my ankle, turning
it around and feeling the inside with his fingers. He turned and sat
between my legs, never letting go of the bangle, and pressed his hip
into my crotch, holding me with his other arm, kissing me on my neck
and lips.

I brought one hand down to his and he hooked his fingers through the
bangle on my wrist, clinking it together with the one on my ankle. I
melted into him then, tugging gently to free myself yet not wanting
this time to ever end. We kissed and cuddled some more, then he
released me and he walked me the rest of the way home. I could tell
that he was pleased with me and I said that I would call him tomorrow.

When I went into the house I met Donna in the kitchen. She looked me
over and asked how my date went. I got the feeling that she wasn't
interested in the movie we saw when she asked me to come and sit in
her room. It was there that she started to talk about boys and men and
sex. By this time I had heard or figured out most of it but there were
a few things I had not known so she filled in a few blank spots for
me. Then she handed me a few foil wrapped condoms with the warning
that if I wanted to go farther with Steve I was to use them. She made
it clear that I would learn more on this subject later, but I was free
to experiment now if I wanted to.

I went on three more dates with Steve during the next two weeks but he
was the perfect gentleman and we never got past the hug and kiss
stage. Then he called and asked if I wanted to come over to his house
that Saturday night. After I said yes he told me that his parents
would be away for the weekend and we could have the house to
ourselves. I said that I would see him then.

Steve sent a taxi for me that evening and Donna saw me off with a hug.
I hadn't told her about Steve's parents not being there but I knew
that she knew something was up. Steve lived in a nice house set back
from the quiet street and he met the cab when it pulled up in front.
After he closed the door and hung up my coat he surprised me by
pulling my hands behind me and then pressing hard against me, kissing
me passionately.

As he held my arms tightly behind my back I started to feel the
stirrings in my stomach and crotch. Steve released me and when I
opened my eyes he was smiling at me. I, still keeping my hands behind
my back, smiled at him. We went up the stairs and into his room. He
turned to me and began to unbutton my blouse. I stood there and let
him take off all my clothes which he did slowly, savouring each bit of
my body as it was revealed. After I was naked he quickly stripped and
we lay down together on his bed.

I toyed with the tuft of hair on Steven's chest as he lay back and
watched me. I moved my legs and heard my bangles clink together.
After a while we sat facing each other and Steven started to play with
them. He asked me if they bothered me and I told him no, that I kind
of liked them. Then he did something that I had longed for but had
hardly expected.

Steven reached into a drawer beside the bed and came back with a short
piece of thin chain and a lock. He passed the chain through my two
ankle bangles, then connected the ends with the lock, locking my two
wrist bangles together with it before snapping it shut. I sat with my
wrists locked together and attached closely to my ankles as he lay
back against the headboard watching me. I pulled at the lock and chain
that bound my bangles together but there was no way I could get free.
When I looked up at Steve's eyes and saw the intent stare he was
giving me my emotions quickly cycled from fear to thrilled then to
surrender, ready and willing to accede to his wishes.

Steve reached out to stroke my hair, running his hands down it's
length along my arms to my hands laying on the bed between my legs.
He grasped the chain and pulled himself up, closer to me, to plant
little soft kisses starting at my toes and working up my arms to my
neck and face. I tried to raise my hands to caress his face but the
chain jerked tight pulling my feet closer together, the links rattling
through my bangles. Steve reached down past the chain to my pussy,
stroking the patch of hair there for a moment before going lower to
the opening which had become quite damp already. I grasped his arm
between my hands when his finger found the spot, pressing it harder
into me. He slipped a finger into me then, moving it around inside
while he bent closer and kissed me on my breast, then taking the
nipple between his lips and sucking it into his mouth while rubbing my
other breast with his hand.

Feelings of passion began to overwhelm me from the stimulation at my
tits and pussy. I let my eyes close and, leaning into him, started to
moan and twitch a little as the tension built. I grabbed the chain to
pull hard on it when I felt myself start to fall over the edge, my
whole body growing taut as the powerful orgasm coursed through me.
Steve had his arm around my shoulders when I came back to reality, his
lips pressed gently to my cheek and his other hand softly stroking my
pussy. He leaned back on the bed, pulling me down with him. I lay on
my side with my head on his stomach and my hands, still bound to my
ankles, between my legs. His prick was near my face, twitching from
time to time and I could see a drop of wetness at the tip. I moved my
head closer to stick out my tongue and taste the slight saltiness of
it. I started to lick the head of it before taking it between my lips
and drawing it into my mouth.

Steven rubbed my back and neck, gathered up my hair to run it's length
through his fingers while I took more and more of him into my mouth. I
would move my head back and lick around the tip, then slide down,
farther each time until I had the whole length of his cock in my mouth
and part way down my throat. Soon Steve began to let out a little gasp
each time it went deep into me. I shifted to get up on my knees
between his legs. With my hands pulling on my feet my ass was high in
the air as I bent to catch his cock with my mouth again. I flicked my
head first to get the hair out of my way and it spread like a blanket
across his chest. Regaining my treat I rocked back and forth, bobbing
my head up and down on his throbbing prick.

Steven brought his legs up to press his thighs against me and to rub
his feet over mine and the bangles around my ankles. At one point I
heard him ask me if he could come in my mouth. I looked up to him and
shook my head, yes. At the time I would have jumped out the window if
he asked me to, if I hadn't been bound hand and foot that is.

I soon started to feel the quivering in his thighs pressed against me
and I knew he was close. I pressed harder with my tongue to push the
head of his cock tighter against the roof of my mouth on each stroke.
Steven's hips lifted slightly off the bed and, taking a deep breath, I
let myself slide all the way down to nestle my lips in the hair at the
base of his cock, the head of it deep in my throat. I moved my head in
a tight little circle, once, twice. Steve exploded his load of cum
straight into my stomach. I could feel the surges of it blasting
through his prick as I fought to follow his hips, keeping him deep
inside me as he writhed in pleasure on the bed. I raised up, getting a
spurt in my mouth, and let his cock slip out to flop on his belly
giving a final twitch and dribbling on his stomach. I rocked back to
sit on my heels while I watched him come back to life.

After a few moments his eyes fluttered open and focused on me. He
raised up and gripped me around the waist, giving me a big smile and a
kiss on the end of my nose. Then he reached back to the table beside
the bed to get the key to the lock. After he had released me we lay
together for a while before we got up, I to go to the bathroom as he
prepared us something to eat. After I had a pee and cleaned up a bit,
I went down and found Steven in the kitchen. He poured me a glass of
wine, then set out some plates and things on the table. I saw that the
lock and the chain was placed on the table beside one of the plates. I
asked Steve if he needed any help and he said no, so I sat down at the
table. Steve poured some dressing in the bowl of salad, then came over
and placed it on the table. I picked up the chain and lock, looking at
him. When he asked me to put it on myself, glancing down at my feet, I
was quick to obey, slipping the chain through my bangles and clicking
the lock on the two ends.

I looked up and received a warm smile from Steven, who fetched the
wine from the counter, returning to fill my glass, then sitting beside
me. We had a nice meal starting with the salad and then some lasagna
with garlic bread followed by warm apple pie with ice cream and
coffee, which we enjoyed in the front room after I helped Steve clean
up the dishes. I offered to do all the clean up and I think that
Steven wanted to just sit and watch me, but he did most of it so we
would have more time for other things, I guess.

The chain let me take short steps so after we had our pie and coffee
in the living room I gathered up the plates to shuffle into the
kitchen to wash them while Steve sat on the couch watching me. Then we
watched some T.V. for a while, cuddling on the couch. Finally Steve
took my hand to lead me up the stairs and into his room again. I
pulled my dress over my head and tossed it on a chair. I hadn't put on
underwear from our time earlier so I was instantly naked and already
chained, ready for him.

That night I lost my virginity to Steven. When we started to get
serious on his bed I told him that I had never fucked before, which
kind of surprised him since our earlier encounter had been so nice.
At first he didn't want to do it but I told him that I would be
pleased to go all the way with him so he promised to be gentle. He got
some towels from the hall closet, saying there might be some blood,
and he put them under me. I was going to ask him to use a rubber when
I saw him get one from his dresser and roll it onto his cock.. My
ankles were still chained together but he lifted my feet up and, with
his knees on either side of my hips, slowly started to push into me.

He pushed his prick in a little and stopped, asking if I was alright,
before going in a little more. I was a little scared if there would be
a lot of pain but when it happened I hardly even noticed. Steven had
gotten all the way in and was stroking slowly when I felt a kind of a
pop down there. It hurt just for a second before Steven started to
thrust into me harder and faster, my legs up in the air and him
stroking them, kissing my feet and around my bangles. I lost myself in
the steady rhythm of his pumping, the wild sensations coming from that
place where we were joined. It didn't take long for me to reach that
peak again. When Steven came, his cock pulsing as he pushed deep
inside me, I felt myself clamp down on him as a tidal wave of
sensation flooded over me.

There was some blood as Steve pulled out but the towels he had
thoughtfully provided had caught it all and there was no mess on the
bed. I peeled the condom off him before taking all and hobbling into
the bathroom. I found some soap and soaked the towels in the tub. I
washed myself out, finding that the bleeding had already stopped. I
pushed in a finger gently and yes, something did feel different in
there. Steven called out if I was alright and I answered yes as I
shuffled back to his room. We slept in each others arms that night,
the chain still locked through my ankle bangles the next morning when
I woke up.

Steven woke up and went out into the hall to look around to make sure
his mom and dad hadn't come back in the middle of the night. When he
found the coast was clear we lay on his bed, holding each other
closely for some time before getting up to get some breakfast. I put
on my night gown before carefully making my way down stairs. Steve
hadn't offered to take the chain off my bangles, nor did I ask him to.
As he sat at the table watching me I found some eggs and bread, and
fried up some french toast for us both, shuffling around his kitchen,
the lock and chain rattling on the floor. I poured the coffee and set
his plate down before getting mine. Although I had the urge to kneel
on the floor beside him I took a chair next to him and we ate in
silence, us both hardly ever taking our eyes from each other.

After I cleaned up I followed Steven back up to his room where we made
slow, sweet love again. He ran his hands over every part of my body
while I lay there on the bed in true bliss. After that, Steven lay on
his front while I sat on his bum, rubbing and kneading the muscles of
his back and arms. He flipped over putting his legs through mine, the
chain underneath his legs, holding my feet down on the bed. I then
rolled a rubber onto his stiff cock and lowered myself down onto it's
length. I sat like that for several minutes with him inside me as I
ran my hands over his chest, occasionally bending to kiss him, before
starting a slow up and down motion on his throbbing member. Steven
hooked his fingers through my bangles, bringing my hands together and
holding them tightly as I slid myself slowly up and down his shaft. I
would relax with him deep in me whenever I saw him get too close,
wanting to make the moment last forever, before resuming my unhurried
up and down movements.

I felt I was able to make time stand still that morning, our love
making lasting for quite a while. There was no pain, only a sweet
fullness down there that was like nothing I had ever felt or imagined.
My movements speeded up, becoming more frantic. I ground myself
against his pubic bone with him deep inside me, then up, to feel the
throbbing head of his prick at my pussy lips. Steven, his fingers
still locked through my bangles, pulled my hands to his face, kissing
my fingers and the palms of my hands. He raised his head up a little,
breathing hard. I could tell he was ready, as was I. A few more
strokes and I felt his cock start to pulse inside me as he let out a
loud moan. His hands went to my waist, pushing me down harder into
him, impaleing me on the length of his cock. I lost it then, throwing
back my head as the first rush hit, then forwards as the force of my
orgasm flowed down to where our bodies met.

We were one for those moments as the power of raw lust blasted through
us, my master and I. It was that morning I knew just what kind of a
relationship with a man I would have. It became clear as a picture, a
picture of me, chained, naked and serving Him. I rocked forwards, my
lips finding Steve's in a long and sloppy kiss. He broke the kiss
first, moving to disentangle our bodies. My ankles hurt a little from
the chain pulling my bangles and pressing them into me. Steven
unlocked me and rubbed under each bangle until I felt better. He went
on about how nice I had made him feel and I said that he had made me
feel pretty good too.

A little later on we got dressed and left his house to take a bus
downtown. We found a touristy area where there were some shops open so
we walked around, stopping to look in the stores and having lunch in a
nice fish shop. It was early evening that he rode with me to my house
and we parted, hugging and kissing on the porch for a while before
Steven left.

Although I had a good time with Steve that weekend we only made love
once more before the end of school year. However, that night I had
spent with him helped me to see somewhat how it would be like for me
later on, when I would be given over to the person who would claim me
as his own. The way he had taken me, using that chain to tie me, had
felt so right to me, so intimate and loving that I could have served
him till the end of time.

Steven and I dated often during those last months in London, but it
wasn't until just before graduation that we had sex again. Both he and
I understood that our relationship would end at that time so he rented
a room in a hotel and after a nice meal we went up to make love. It
was good but he didn't try to dominate me or tie me, we just screwed.
Satisfying, but lacking something, I felt. He told me that his father
was taking a transfer to Boston so they were going to move there, and
if I was ever in the States that I should look him up.

I got excellent marks on my final year and after a big party at the
house I was sent back to India for my final two years of training. I
arrived in Bombay where I was met by a man from the trading company
who escorted myself and two other girls by train and boat, finally by
walking, to a village in the mountains of the south west. The village
had the company's traning school there, where I and others in the
program would be taught the finer points of love making.

[end of part 1]

Tune in next week to hear of life in the training school and Nissa's
experiences there in part 2 of Nissa's story.

         Dino Dave.

 

 

NISSA'S STORY  Part 2/3     C/W 1999  Dino Dave

The trading company school was located about a mile from the actual
village which provided food and other support for us. The villages
in the area also entered into the program some of the most beautiful
girls. The other new girls and I were taken to the office to meet with
the headmaster. He introduced himself as Paul and he was an older
gentleman with a warm smile and eyes, which put me immediately at
ease.

Paul briefly outlined the training that we would receive over the next
two years. He said that we would learn how to present ourselves, how
to enhance our beauty and grace and how to please the man who would
eventually be our mate. We would learn how to give pleasure and how to
receive it, as well as learn how to adapt to a variety of situations
that might arise and how to deal with them. At the end of the two
years we would have the knowledge of everything to do with sex and how
it varies from different cultures and societies.

He also talked of the purpose of the bangles we all wore and how they
will mark us as those trained in the art of making love. "The men who
come to us looking for companions," Paul said, "are generally wealthy
men from around the world. We have already placed over eight thousand
girls in the seventy five years since the trading company was founded,
girls who were orphans or abandoned like yourselves. Countless other
children have been helped by the company's schools and programs in the
poorer countries. It has been only in the last twenty years or so that
we have required you in our special program to be fitted with the
bangles. When you are at the theatre or some other social functions
with the person who will choose you, don't be surprised to see another
woman wearing the bangles, and know that you have a friend who shares
in the life that you do."

Paul hinted to us of another use for our bangles, the bondage aspect
that I had found out about, and then we were dismissed to have our
dinner. There were about thirty beautiful young ladies at the school.
I asked about Lisa and found that she had finished her training here
last year and had been sent to the building near Bombay where the men
came to select their girl. After supper I walked around looking in the
buildings and talking with a few of the other girls. A couple girls
said that they were heading over to the pool for a swim so I went
along with them.

The pool was at the back of the compound with showers along one wall
and looked quite refreshing. The others just stripped off all their
clothes, piling them on the beaches or tables nearby, so I did the
same. I stood under the shower and washed the grime from the trip off,
then crossed to the pool and dove in. The cool water felt great on my
skin as I paddled to the other side. I saw there was a kind of alcove
with bushes and trees hanging over the water, almost touching. I felt
my feet touch the bottom, the water not deep at this end. I stood,
brushed the water from my eyes, then I saw it.

There was a girl sitting on the edge of the pool. Her eyes were
closed. Another girl was kneeling behind the first, her arms around
her and her hands were kneading her breasts. Another girl was laying
in the water with her head between the thighs of the girl sitting on
the edge, her face pressed tight against her crotch. I stood and
stared for a few moments while the girl in the middle moved her hips
around and made little moans.

I jumped when an arm snaked around my waist, a blond haired girl
pulling herself near me. "Mmmm, That's what I need." she said. "After
the class today I wanted to jump on anything that moved. You're new
here. Hi, I'm Jo-Ann."

"Nissa." I said. "I just arrived this afternoon," I don't know why I
wanted to impress her but I added, "from London."

"Cool," she stated, "I did my high school in L.A." "California." she
added to my quizzical look. She had pronounced it lay. "Been here six
months now. Not much to do evenings here, except that." waving a hand
at the trio. The one in the middle was thrashing her head up and down,
her moans getting louder, her nipples getting pinched and twisted by
the one in back. Jo-Ann was standing very close to me. I could feel
the hairs of her pussy against my hip.

We watched as the girl in the middle, Karen I was told, tensed and
threw her head back as she came powerfully from the ministrations of
the other two girls. Jo-Ann and I made our way to the alcove, climbed
out of the water and sat on a bench nearby. Lights had come on around
the compound and around the pool area, but the end we were in remained
dark. I noticed that Jo-Ann hadn't stopped touching me since we met,
her soft caresses making me lose any inhibitions I may have had. When
she bent close to kiss first my cheek, then my lips, a tingle ran down
my back.

Jo-Ann moved her head lower to take one of my nipples between her
lips, gently licking and sucking it. I slid my hand along her thigh
and when I reached the patch of silky fur she parted her legs to allow
me to explore lower. I slipped a finger through her slit. She jumped
when my finger touched her clitoris.

She turned to lay on the bench with her head in my lap. I bent forward
a little and she found my nipple with her mouth again. She bent one
leg up when I reached between her legs and I parted her slit, pushing
a finger into her. Her cunt gripped my finger, seeming to pull it into
her, her mouth working on one nipple, then her hand on my other
breast, fingers rubbing the sensitive tip.

I heard splashing and giggling and looked up to see the three girls
swimming away, leaving Jo-Ann and I alone. I had noticed recently that
my nipples were becoming much more sensitive and the fire from Jo-
Ann's mouth and hand was quickly spreading. I pushed my finger deep
into her, twisting it around to feel the inside of her, then out, to
rub up and down her slit, pinching the lips but avoiding her clit to
make the time stretch out. My arm cradled her head, the fingers of
that hand entwined in her hair which spilled over my legs and down, to
tickle my feet.

I pressed her head harder to my chest as I started to cum from the
stimulations at my nipples, the feelings washing over me in a giant
wave while I rocked on the bench. I pushed two fingers into her tight
cunt with my thumb on her clit, rubbing across the sensitive little
nub. In just a few moments she released my nipple from her mouth to
take a gulp of air and let out a long moan. I could feel the inside of
her cunt squeezing my fingers as her orgasm took hold of her.

We came back to earth and embraced in a long wet kiss. Then she took
my hand and we walked into the water to swim back to the other side of
the pool. We dried off and got dressed, then went over to the
cafeteria for some snacks. After, Jo-Ann took me to the dorm building
and helped me find my bed. I spotted my little bag on one of the beds
beside the wall. First year girls slept on the ground floor while
those in second year had the second and third. Many of the girls were
already in bed as I wandered around and I noticed something quite
interesting. Most of the girls in their beds had a short piece of
chain through one of their bangles and part of the bedframe, and it
was locked on with a brass padlock.

I tried not to be too obvious but I looked again. Some of the girls
had used the lock to connect one of their wrist bracelets to the bed
with the chain through the headboard, while others locked one ankle
bangle with the chain around the rail at the end of the bed. I was
also quick to notice that a few girls had used the lock to join both
their wrist or ankle bracelets together, the chain looped through part
of the bed frame. I saw that there was a table by the door where one
of the staff sat and as someone came in they would take a lock and a
piece of chain from it before going to their bed. I went to the
attendant and asked her about it.

She said that although we didn't have to if we really didn't want to
it was expected that we all were locked to our bed at night. She told
me that all the locks had the same key and that there was someone here
all night, in case of an emergency, who could release us. This was
just like when Lisa would put the locks on me at night back in London,
except I was never chained to the bed. The thought of it was making me
hot again. The attendant smiled at me as I took a lock and chain from
the table. I went back to my bed and undressed, then slid under the
covers.

I put the chain through one of the metal bars of the headboard. Then I
put the lock through one of my wrist bangles, through the two ends of
the chain, and then through my other bangle. The lock was fairly big
and heavy and when I pressed with my fingers it closed with a solid
thump. I moved my hands down, the chain pulling up tight, stopping
them at just above my waist. The lock was bigger than the ones Lisa
had bought for me and the feelings of it, along with the chain leading
from it, past my fingers to the headboard were starting to make me
feel like the bed I was laying on was now a part of me.

It took me a long time to get to sleep that first night. Although I
was use to having my hands locked together I would start to drift off
and my hands would move down, only to jerk to a stop at the end of the
chain, waking me up. Then I would quietly try to pull on the chain and
the lock but of course there was no way to get free. This would make
me even more horny. I noticed that the attendant would sit in the
office and come out every fifteen minutes or so to look around in case
anyone needed something. I rubbed my breasts until I saw her make her
rounds, then, when she went back to the office I moved my hands down
and slid up on the bed until I could reach my aching pussy.

I started to finger myself as quietly as I could. The bar on the bed
that the chain was around had some cloth padding around it so there
was no noise from that end. The lock was clinking against my bangles
but that was under the blankets so it wasn't too loud either. The
chain lay across my chest, rubbing across my nipples, which was an
added bonus. It didn't take long before I exploded, as quietly as I
could, in a lovely orgasm. At the last moment I had slid down a little
so the chain pulled up tight causing my hands to dig even deeper into
my crotch. After that it didn't take me much longer to fall into a
deep sleep. The sound of chains woke me as the attendants came around
in the morning to unlock all of us.

All the first year girls were wakened first and we went to the dining
room for breakfast. I learned that the girls in second year would eat
after we had finished. There were tables set up along one wall piled
with all sorts of food so I helped myself to some hot cereal, a boiled
egg and some fresh fruit. During the breakfast I was told to go to
room eight of building C for orientation, so after I ate I headed over
there.

There were seven, counting myself, and we listened to the teacher
outline our studies for the next two years. We would be given classes
on math and sciences, languages, english as well as some french,
german and spanish. There would be lessons in geography and the
politics of the countries as well as current affairs. The teacher said
that we would be expected to hold a conversation on a wide range of
topics. There were also classes on dance and theatre, acting would
come in handy sometimes, she said. "As you continue in the program
there will be more training on the sexual aspects of relationships.
You will be taught everything that there is to know about the subject.
After you leave here and are chosen by someone you will be able to use
that knowledge to understand and provide the sexual pleasures that he,
or she, is looking for. You will know what you want out of the
relationship, and the company will try to match the needs of the
client with those of yourself to ensure a happy and lasting union."

The teacher then took us for a walk around the compound, showing us
the various buildings and where the classes were. One room was a small
theatre where a group of girls were watching a movie. It was a porno
film, the woman on the screen had a man behind her with his cock
buried up her ass with another man in front, his prick in her mouth.
Our group watched for a few moments as both men pulled their cocks out
at the same time and shot their cum over the woman's body.

In the hallway we were told that we would learn how and why such
movies were made. We were led to a large room down the hall with
shelves full of books and magazines. Along with the stuff every
library had there was a big section with all sorts of sex related
topics. I picked up one magazine and flipped through, then again, a
little slower. There were pictures of women and men wearing kind of
horse things. Some of the pictures showed people hitched to small
wagons and some were with another person sitting on a saddle, riding
the other person like a pony.

I glanced around nervously, feeling the dampness spreading inside my
panties, at the others who were engrossed in similar books and
magazines. The teacher said that we could find here information on
almost any kind of sexual preference known. She said that we would be
given times where we could come in and browse the stacks, reading
anything that we wanted to. There were computer terminals along one
side of the room that we were told linked to the main system where
pictures and text files were stored. "These files have been downloaded
from the internet," she said, "and you will be taught how to separate
fantasy from reality when you look at the sexual related material
here."

We then took a break for lunch, meeting back in the library
afterwards. I was eager to return to the magazine I had flipped
through and I ate quickly, only to return and find the teacher there,
talking to a few of the other girls. I sat with them and waited for
the class to begin again, not wanting to appear too eager to get back
to the pony magazine.

When all the others had returned the teacher handed out our schedules
and explained that the year was divided into two blocks of five months
and one week. That left a week free between semesters. "This is not a
holiday camp here," she said. "The classes are intense, and we expect
you to work hard to learn as much as you can over these next years. We
present the information as best as we can and it is up to you to learn
it. There are no exams at the end of a course, if there are things
that you don't understand, ask, and your teacher will help you. When
you leave this school you will be beautiful and intelligent young
ladies, highly skilled in the art of making love and in keeping a man
happy and proud to have you.

"Some time during this year a doctor will arrive at the school and
will preform a small operation on each of you which will prevent you
from getting pregnant. We won't force this on you if you have strong
objections, however it is best to have the operation so that you need
not worry about birth control. If, when you are chosen, you and your
mate want children, the trading company has thousands of children
around the world under it's care, and can arrange for you to adopt as
many as you both wish."

I was a little relived that I wouldn't have to worry about getting
pregnant. It was a concern for me when Steven and I were making love
back in London that the condom might break or something. The teacher
told us that there were men on the staff here, and that other boys
would be brought in from the villages to let us practice having sex
with. "There are many types of disease now that can be passed on
during sex." she said. "We test all the men before they are allowed in
here, to ensure you are kept safe and in good health.

"Many people have the belief that sex is something dirty that should
be kept hidden. A lot of people have no tolerance for sexual practices
that don't fit their idea of what it should be, namely a husband and
wife making love in the dark in their own bed. Period. Homosexuals,
fetishists, are often shunned, marginalized or treated with contempt
or ridiculed. Sometimes narrow mindedness is taken to the extreme and
violence is directed to those who don't fit into the societies mold.
As some of you may have already experienced, sex can be a beautiful
thing, the pleasures it can bring almost beyond description. A good
part of the training you will get here will have to do with sexual
practices and how to play out sexual fantasies, making them a reality
for both your partner and for yourself. You will understand your own
desires and those of your eventual partner and know how to derive
pleasures from them."

The teacher then stood and we followed her to another building which
housed a gym at one end and the media center at the other. There was a
group of girls doing exercises in the gym and the teacher said that
physical fitness was important as well, to keep our bodies in good
shape. The media center had T.V, sets tuned to various channels, a
satellite feed brought in news and educational programs. We walked
through and out, into a garden area near the swimming pool, and sat
around a table there. The teacher asked if we had any questions. One
girl asked where the money came from to run this school.

"The men who come to us wanting one of you as a companion are asked to
make a donation to the trading company's missions." she answered.
"These gentlemen are generally quite wealthy and the amount we ask for
one of you reflects the training you have been given, as well as the
person's ability to pay. The company also receives donations from
other sources to finance the schools for abandoned or orphaned
children." Someone asked about seeing some of the girls kissing each
other and doing other things as well, whether it was alright to do
that.

"You will be given opportunities to make love to both men and women
here. Our view is that the means are no different, well, the technique
may be, but deriving pleasure for you and the one you are with is the
end goal. It may be that you discover, or already know that you prefer
having sex with someone of your own gender. We have had women clients
whom we have placed girls with." Another girl asked about seeing many
of the girls had chained themselves to their beds at night.

"I'm glad you asked me about that." the teacher said. She asked me to
stand up. Then she took a handful of my long hair and, moving my
hands behind my back she threaded it through one of my bracelets, then
the other. She looped the hair around and held it tight. My hands were
tied behind my back with my own hair! "Many people find that the tying
up of their partner gives them a kind of a power which adds excitement
to their relationship. Often the person that is tied feels an. . ."
The teacher looked at me and must have noticed the heat I felt on my
face and chest, my quickened breath. She released my hair allowing it
to slip through my bangles and my hands to fall to my sides.
". . Excitement at the feelings of helplessness from being tied up.
Thank you Nissa." she said, turning to me. I looked at her face and
she gave me a little smile and a wink.

"As you saw, the bangles that you all wear, apart from what you have
been told, can be used to tie your bodies up quite simply, and in a
variety of ways. By now you have all gotten use to them as being a
part of yourself. During the training here you will explore their uses
as a bondage tool, and become accustomed to being bound with them,
sometimes for long periods, all night for example."

As there were no more questions we were given the rest of the afternoon
off and told our classes would start tomorrow. I went to the dining
room for a snack and something to drink. Then I wandered over to the
library, eager to find the pony magazine I had seen earlier with the
pictures I couldn't seem to shake from my mind. I didn't find that
particular one, but I looked through others in the "B & D" section,
seeing pictures of women tied helplessly in many ways.

I was absorbed in one magazine that showed women tied up and whipped.
One girl was tied by her wrists and ankles, spread between two trees,
while a big man used a whip on her. She had red marks all over her
back and bum. One of the girls came over and whispered in my ear "They
will do that to you here, you know." I looked up at her. "Oh yes," she
went on, "they did it to me last month. A man and a women take you
into the forest and they tie you just like that and the man whips you
with a paddle and then with a stick. Hurt like hell! I screamed and
cried so much they had to stop, but I've heard of others who had come
back with big red marks just like that." she said, pointing to the
picture I had been looking at. "Can you imagine?"

I had been imagining it for the last ten minutes and my panties were
soaked. "Thanks for the warning." I said to her. I put the magazine
back on the shelf and headed to the dining room for some supper,
stopping in the dorm room to toss my sticky underwear in the laundry.
Then, after supper I took a shower and a swim in the pool. I was just
sitting on a bench in the garden, letting my hair dry when I saw the
girl from the library pass by. I waved and she came over to sit with
me. Her name was Sereena and she was Spanish, with jet black hair and
deep black eyes.

Sereena told me that she was in her second year here and that she was
finding the sex stuff sometimes a little too much. "Like the other
night," she said to me, " there are five other girls in my room
upstairs and one of them gets a long chain and they lock themselves
all together and they start climbing all over each other in the middle
of the floor. I was trying to study and I had to leave and go to the
dining room to get some peace and quiet. When I came back two hours
later they were still at it, still chained together in a heap on the
floor!"

I was dreaming of being in the middle of the heap. "You have had sex
with a boy, have you?" I asked her.

"A few times now." she said.

"How did you like that?"

"It was O.K." she answered. "They bring young men from the village in
and let us do stuff with them."

I became good friends with Sereena, despite our widely different
outlooks on sexual matters. While she found the whole sexual
experience "messy and distasteful", to use her terms, I had been
enchanted with the possibilities ever since my finger first found my
pussy when I was quite young, and discovered the wondrous feelings
that could be generated down there. But what Sereena lacked in
sexuality she made up for in intelligence. She could talk on any
subject and understood more of the ways of the world than, I thought,
anyone in the school. I would often go to Sereena, as did other
girls, when we had problems understanding our lessons. She always
found a way of explaining things that made it easy to understand.

Sereena had a little brass ring that was soldered closed on her left
ankle bangle. It made a gentle tinkling sound when she walked and I
asked her about it one day. She said that she had refused the
sterilization procedure that almost all us girls get done and they
gave her the ring to identify her as a breeder, one who could get
pregnant. When she had sex with men in the school the little ring
would remind them to use a condom. Later on I did a search on the
library computer and found that the clients of the trading company
sometimes wanted a girl who could give them children as heirs to a
family fortune or business. After I discovered this I noticed that
there were a couple of other girls at the school who had the little
ring on their ankle bangle. I did some more research and came to the
conclusion that I would prefer to adopt children rather than have my
own if the man who chose me wanted us to have kids.

The first quarter of the training was, as we had been warned, quite
intense, to say the least. Compared to my years in high school I
often found myself unable to keep up with the studies and had to put
in extra time in the library or media center going over my lessons.
Often I would work late into the evenings and most of Sunday, our day
off, just to keep up. Although I would still tie myself to the bed at
night, I was usually too tired at the end of the day to do much more
than fall into a deep sleep.

At the end of the quarter I was rewarded for my hard work when my
teacher told me that I had done well. It was during the week off
between quarters that some boys were brought in from one of the
villages nearby for us to enjoy. Some of the older girls were sent to
live at the houses of other men for a few days. Upstairs in the dorm
building there were some small rooms where we could have some privacy
while entertaining the young men. I was given a time and place to be.
When it was my turn I went to the top floor of the building and found
the room.

There was a man a little older than me sitting on the bed, waiting for
me. I closed the door and went to sit beside him. He looked kind of
nervous and he said his name was Armad. As we talked we both became
more at ease with each other. Soon we started undressing and we lay
down on the bed next to each other. We cuddled and kissed for a while,
then things got serious.

Armad must have been told of my likes, or he had been selected
especially for me because where Steven had been gentle back in London,
Armad started to get more forceful with me. First he used a big
padlock and hooked all four of my bangles together before snapping it
closed. I was laying on my side with my arms in front, my hands drawn
down between my legs and locked to my feet. Armad toyed with me like
that for some time, tickling my sides and fingering my cunt before
pushing me up onto my knees with my head and shoulders down on the
bed.

My ass was sticking up in the air and I didn't see what he did next
because my hair had fallen across my face, but I sure felt it. Armad
had taken his belt and I heard it whistle through the air a split
second before it landed square across my ass. To be truthful it didn't
hurt as much as surprise the heck out of me. Armad waited several
moments before wacking his belt across my bum a second time. I let out
a little yell at that one.

I knew that I was in no danger since there were people in the building
that surely must have heard, and would have known what was going on.
Armad continued to slash his belt down across my up turned bum,
pausing several seconds between each stroke. It dawned on me that if I
were to just fall over on my side, that would put an end to the
torment from his belt that I was receiving, but I wasn't sure I wanted
it to end just yet, so I held my position with my butt in the air, an
easy target for his blows. After ten strokes my ass was stinging.
After twenty it was on fire. Finally, after the twenty seventh smack I
lost my balance and fell over onto my side.

I hadn't passed out from the pain as you read about so many times, but
I had fallen over from the sudden rush of a moderate orgasm that had
coursed through my body from the helplessness of my bound position and
the lashing my bum was getting. Armad had stopped hitting me when I
fell over and soon I felt his hands on mine, unlocking the lock which
had held my hands and feet together in it's grip while I had been
whipped. I stretched out flat on my stomach and brushed the hair from
my face. I saw him put some cream on his hands and felt the coolness
of it as he gently rubbed it onto my tender ass cheeks. He let me rest
for several minutes while the cream soothed the tortured flesh of my
backside. I looked back to inspect the damage but apart from the red
stripes across my butt there didn't seem to be anything permanent.

After a while I rolled onto my back and Armad used the lock to join my
wrist bangles together over my head with my hands through one of the
bars of the headboard. I saw him roll a condom over his stiff prick
and I slowly brought my legs up to allow him to get on top of me and
push himself into me. At first Armad kept his weight off me, holding
himself up with his hands, but I felt him pressing down harder, waiting
for some sign from me that the pain from my backside was too great.
Although my ass still hurt from the beating, his hard body felt good
on top of me and I soon forgot about the pain from underneath.

Armad's full weight was on me now, his rock hard cock pushing deep
into me, filling me up, then pulling out slowly until just the tip was
between my pussy lips, threatening to fall out completely. I twisted
my wrists inside my bangles and pulled hard, wanting to caress his
head and back, but the big lock held my hands tight to the headboard
of the bed. Armad pushed in hard and started a slow in and out rhythm,
his hairless chest sliding up and down against my hard nipples. Three
times he saw that I was about to reach the edge and he stopped, his
cock head just between my cunt lips, and watched my expression change
from ecstasy to agony, my frustration making me pull at my bonds and
buck my hips, trying to draw him back into me.

Armad grabbed the hair on the sides of my head in both hands, weaving
it tightly between his fingers, and pulled, not hard enough to really
hurt, but firmly, so my head was held in place. He then started to
pump his manhood into me and I knew that this was going to be it. My
body writhed beneath him while I twisted my hands trying to get free,
but knowing that they were inescapably locked to the bed. I started to
feel his cock get bigger as his thrusts became more frantic. Suddenly
we were both there, riding the indescribable crest of the wave, then
crashing down and down the trough, caught in the total rush of
release.

Armad released his grip on my hair and rolled off me, his cock pulling
out with a wet plop, his breathing quick and deep. I could not move
for several minutes, the intensity of my cum still sending little
shock waves from my toes to my fingers. Finally I rolled onto my side
and opened my eyes to look into the deep pools of Armad's. He gave me
a big smile and brought his hand up to brush the hair from my face
before planting a big kiss on my lips, his tongue pushing into my
mouth to meet mine. I snuggled closer to him and he held me in a tight
embrace for a while.

Afterwards, Armad found the keys to the lock and released my hands
from the headboard. With a final kiss he put on his clothes and
slipped out the door. In a while I got up and looked at my backside in
the mirror. My ass had an overall reddish tint to it and still stung a
bit, but most of the marks had faded already. I put on my dress and
left, to go and get something to eat. As I passed the office at the
end of the hall one of the staff saw me and called out my name. She
asked if I was all right but I thought the big smile on my face told
her what she wanted to know. She still seemed concerned, however, so I
said that Armad was a very nice man and we had a good time together.
How could I tell her that I had an orgasm while he was whipping me
with his belt? Yet that's just what I ended up telling her after she
brought me into the office and made me show her where Armad had
whipped me. After asking me a few more questions about my time with
Armad she said that I had done very well, and sent me off to have
my dinner.

It was only much later on that I learned the training school kept a
record of how us girls responded to the sexual training and
experiences we have, and what type of material we accessed the most
from the library. I was told that the information is used to get a
picture of what our sex preferences were so we could be better matched
to the personality of the man who would be our mate.

The work load for my next quarter seemed to be a little easier and I
had less of a problem keeping up with my studies. I found I also had
more free time to spend in the library, reading the files from the
computer terminals. There seemed to be an endless number of stories
written by people from all over the world. They were kept in a loose
classification according to the type of subject that they dealt with. I
tended to read mostly stuff in the bondage section, but also enjoyed
stories about domination and submission. I also read a few that dealt
with pain in the S&M directory, but found many of them hard to take
seriously.

When Armad had hit me with his belt it had hurt, but I also knew that
he wouldn't beat me so hard as to leave permanent marks on me. Yet
some of the stories that I read were about people getting beaten so
bad that their skin was cut and bleeding. Even so, I wondered just how
it would feel to be whipped like that, and if it would ever happen to
me. During one of my sex ed classes my question was partially answered
when the teacher talked about limits and how a couple should know and
respect each other's limits on how far to push the other person.

It was around the mid point of my second quarter that the company
doctor arrived at the school to preform the sterilization on ten of us
girls, me included. We were all told first what the operation entailed
and were each given our last chance to say if we didn't want to have
it done. The doctor said that he would make a small cut on the inside
of our belly button. Then, using a long instrument, he would locate
and tie off the two tubes from our ovaries where our eggs passed
through into our wombs. He said that there would only be a tiny scar
from the incision, and that it would be on the inside of our navel, so
it would be hardly noticeable. We would be put to sleep and the
procedure would take about an hour.

The doctor did me and four other girls the next day, the other five
the day after. When I awoke after the operation I felt sick to my
stomach but the nurse gave me some medicine that made me feel better.
I rested in bed for two days before returning to class and after a few
more days I felt O.K. again. The doctor stayed at the school for a
week to be sure that we all recovered fully. He told us not to do
anything too strenuous for the first month, and not to have
unprotected sex with a man for two months.

The rest of my second quarter went well, yet there was one thing that
happened that I remember most vividly. There were some picnic tables
in a small grove of trees near the back of the swimming pool area.
Four of the girls decided one day to tie me up on a table and have
their way with me. It was Sunday, our day off and they started around
mid morning. They had me take off my dress and lay on my back on top
of the table. Then they used rope to tie my hands and feet to the legs
of the table.

First they passed the ends of the rope through each of my ankle
bangles and tied them to the table legs, pulling my feet close to each
side. Then they made me lay back as they used some more rope to tie my
wrist bangles to the legs at the other end of the table. My knees were
bent with my feet almost flat on the ends of the seats on each side.
My arms were up over my head and I couldn't reach the knots in the
rope holding them since they were down under the seats of the table. I
was stretched tightly across the top of the picnic table.

Then the girls started their torture of me, sometimes tickling but
more often using hands, fingers and mouths to make me cum over and
over again. At one point I guess I was making too much noise so
someone rolled up a pair of panties and stuffed them into my mouth,
holding them in place with a piece of rope tied around my head and
through my teeth. News of my helpless predicament must have spread
around the school because as the day wore on girls would come and go
from the little grove, some just to see, but most to take part in the
fun.

Several times a girl would climb on top of the table and with one knee
between my legs and the other near my hip would grind her pussy
against mine until she reached an orgasm. A few times I had someone on
top while others sucked on my nipples at the same time. Sometimes they
would just sit at the table talking, occasionally reaching to pinch
one of my nipples or finger my sopping wet cunt. In the beginning I
was pulling at the ropes that held me, to try and get free, but the
longer I lay there bound to the table the more resigned I became that
there would be no escape. At one point someone brought a glass of
juice and removed my gag to let me drink it. I had lost count of the
number of times I had cum so far and was exhausted, but I could have
started yelling to be let loose. After I drank the juice I was given a
few moments to say something, and a small part of me wanted to. But in
the end I just meekly opened my mouth and let the girl gag me again.

I had to pee a couple of times so I tried to let the girls around know
by grunting and moving my head, but they didn't seem to care, or they
pretended not to. I had to just pee where I was, letting the piss
splash out over my legs and the table, having it pool under my ass
amid squeals of humiliating laughter. Then someone would get a pail of
water from the pool to splash over me and the table, washing it away.

The day wore on as I lay tied down to the table, my wrists and ankles
sore from my pulling on the ropes holding my bangles to it. My mouth
also hurt from the panty gag and rope holding it in. At times I would
be left alone and would doze off, to be awakened by sensations at my
breasts or pussy as someone came along to use my body. The sun was
going down and it was starting to get dark. I wondered if I was to be
left out here all night. Yet that thought, rather than making me feel
afraid, had a kind of calming effect on me. Besides the aches and
pains of being held tightly in one position for so long I was thirsty
again, and hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. No one had come by
for a while now and I wondered if I had been forgotten about.

It was quite dark when I felt an all too familiar stirring at my
pussy. I moaned into my gag and, opening my eyes, saw two of the girls
who had first tied me to this table, one working at my crotch and the
other licking my breasts. Ever so slowly they brought my abused body
to a crashing orgasm, the force of which causing me to jerk hard at
the ropes that held me and bite down on the one between my teeth with
my mind reeling at the helplessness of my situation.

They let me relax for several minutes before I felt tugging on the
ropes as they untied me from the table. As I sat up one girl held me
while the other removed the gag from my mouth. Then they both helped
me walk to the pool and down into the water. Again one held me up,
also holding my hair out of the water, while the other rinsed the
sweat and juices from my body and pussy. They let me have a glass of
milk and a sandwich, then walked me to the dorm building and my bed.
As I passed the clock I noticed that I had been bound to that table
for over eleven hours. I fell into my bed and slept like a log that
night.

The next morning, apart from some stiff muscles and some red marks
under my bangles where they had rubbed on me I felt fine. As I went
over to have my breakfast a few of the other girls spoke to me about
my "ordeal" yesterday. At first I thought I would be laughed at but
they were almost reverential, speaking in hushed tones about how well
I had withstood their little game. I, of course, didn't want to let on
how much I had really enjoyed being the helpless victim, having to do
nothing but lay back and receive endless pleasures from their
attentions.

I had wondered why no one from the staff had come along and put a stop
to it. As I later on found out everyone in the school had known what
was happening on that table in the grove of trees, and as long as I
was in no immediate danger the drama had been allowed to play out to
the end. When I got the chance to view my records at the end of the
training I noted the line "handles long bondage sessions with ease"
had to refer to my day tied down on the picnic table.

The end of my second quarter, the mid point of the training, was
celebrated with a huge feast and party at one of the nearby villages.
Eleven girls plus myself were driven the five miles to enjoy two days
of food, fun and boys. Since it was early summer the crops were only
just ready for harvest so the men in the village had time to spend
with us, letting us practice what we had learned so far.

I had fun, screwing four different men over the two days, but it
wasn't as satisfying for me as I knew it could have been. Although the
men in the village were good looking and even sexy, the domination
that had charged me at other times was lacking. Sex had come to take
on more meaning for me than just a nice fuck, I wanted to be taken,
owned, used and perhaps even abused. I got more than I wished for the
day after the party, two days before the third quarter was to start.

I was told to wear only a light cotton dress, nothing underneath. One
of the women teachers and I were driven by jeep to a small clearing in
the forest, a few miles from the school. The man who drove us was one
of the mechanics who worked at the school, a large, strong man with
thick muscular arms and legs. Before we left he used a lock to attach
my hands behind my back. Then we drove to the clearing.

When we stopped I could see two trees in the middle with some things
hanging from ropes from the branches. The man pulled me by my arm from
the jeep and walked me to the trees. He used some ropes threaded
through my ankle bangles to tie my feet to each tree, pulling until my
legs were spread apart. My feet were about two and a half feet apart,
not too uncomfortable. At the ends of the ropes hanging down were two
padded leather cuffs which, after unlocking my hands and pulling my
dress over my head, he buckled around my wrists. Then he went from
tree to tree pulling and tying the ropes until my hands were stretched
up over my head.

He adjusted the ropes attached to the cuffs several times, each time
pulling my hands higher, before tying it off. When he finished almost
all my weight was on my arms with my toes barely resting on the
ground. I hung naked between the two trees as the man braided my hair,
winding it on top of my head and pinning it up. Then he stepped back
and just looked at me for several minutes.

While I waited for whatever was in store for me, I tested the bonds by
pulling on the ropes. The cuffs were tight on my wrists, but not
uncomfortable, quite unyielding though. By putting all my weight on
them I could raise my feet an inch or two, the ropes from my bangles
to the trees spreading my legs farther apart as I did so. I returned
my toes back to the ground and found the best position to stand in, my
skin slightly chilled from the cool morning air. I looked past the man
to see the teacher had taken a folding chair from the jeep and was
sitting under a nearby tree. I looked at the man who then gave me a
slight nod and, rubbing his hands together, slowly walked around to
stand behind me.

I had an idea what was going to happen and the man's hand soundly
smacking across my bum confirmed it. Smack, on my other ass cheek.
Smack, Smack, Smack. Five, ten, fifteen, I mentally counted. At
eighteen bare handed smacks on my bum he paused, walking over to the
other side, to use his other hand. Another ten, five on each side of
my bum and it stopped. My toes reached for the ground again as I
opened my eyes. During the spanking I had pulled up my legs as far as
I could and had been kicking, my body swinging from my arms at each
blow.

I watched the man walk away, over to the jeep, returning with a long
bag that he put beside one tree. He opened it and pulled out a black
stick, a leather covered riding crop, I recognised. This he used on my
defenseless body, starting with my sides and around my belly, then
moving to my thighs. I was grunting with the pain at first, then
yelling louder. A couple times my feet were up and he took the
opportunity to slash across the bottom of my feet. I had screamed the
loudest at that, it really hurt.

The man slashed me everywhere with that whip. There was soon no part
of my body that didn't burn with stinging fire. The beating went on
for what seemed like a long time before I was overtaken by a most
massive orgasm. My legs pulled up hard as I tried to curl into a ball,
the blows from the whip striking me from everywhere it seemed. Then I
groaned loud as I shook, juice from my pussy spraying down my legs to
the ground. My fists were balled tight, my feet jerking against the
ropes, toes scrabbling on the ground as I came and came.

I hadn't noticed when the beating had stopped, nor did I understand
what was happening as the tension left my arms and my feet found the
ground. My legs buckled and I felt coolness of a blanket touch my
burning bum as the man and the teacher released the ropes holding me
up, gently lowering me to the ground. I lay there gasping air like a
beached fish as I tried to come down from the incredible rush I had
just experienced.

The hair that had come loose was moved from my eyes and my tears were
wiped with a cool towel as I struggled to sit up. My hands were still
held up by the ropes and I used them to pull myself up. I saw, as in a
dream, my body covered with angry looking red stripes, even my arms
had not escaped the punishment. The feeling, and the hurting, started
to return to me then and I groaned aloud. The teacher brought a jug of
medicine smelling water and with a soft cloth gently patted the marks
with the cooling liquid. The man sat on the ground against one of the
trees, watching.

I was given some water to drink and left to rest while the man and the
teacher sat a little ways off. My hands were still tied over my head
and the ropes through my ankle bangles held my legs spread apart, but
the cool breeze against my hot flesh felt good and I may have dozed
off for a while. At some point a decision had been made because I felt
my arms drop as my bonds were removed. The teacher said that we could
continue, meaning more whipping, but there was no point, I had passed
with flying colours, she told me. I was patted down with the wet cloth
again and allowed to dress. The bumpy ride back to the school didn't
do my sore bum any good but the redness of the stripes on me had
already faded a lot by the time we got back.

I rested in bed for the rest of that day, trying to come to grips with
what had happened to me. The pain from that little whip was so intense
across my breasts, my pussy, all easy targets strung up as I was. Yet,
during the worst of it I had cum, I thought, harder than I ever had
before. How could that be possible? Word had spread around the school
that something had happened to me and from time to time girls would
come in to see me, if I was O.K. They saw the marks on my arms and
legs, a few of which had darkened to purple and brown bruises, and
understood what had gone on that morning. I lay on my stomach most of
the time, my back, bum, the backs of my thighs and bottoms of my feet
hurt the most.

By evening I felt well enough to make it to the dining hall for some
dinner. Chef saw me come in and ushered me into the kitchen where a
nice soft chair was waiting, along with a specially prepared meal.
That night I locked my wrist bangles together, with a long chain
leading to the headboard of my bed, and tossed and turned, unable to
get to sleep. When the attendant came by I asked to be let go so I
could use the toilet. When I got back to my bed I shortened the chain
so my hands were over my head, close to the top of the bed, and
snapped the lock closed. I was then able to fall asleep with visions
of my naked body stretched between the two trees, the sunlight
glistening on the beads of sweat which covered me.

I felt very alone and confused for the next two weeks, not paying
attention in class, thinking of the whipping I had had and my reaction
to it. I could barely admit to myself that the cum I experienced while
being whipped was equal to, maybe even better than while having sex.

I was sitting on my bed one evening, staring at nothing, when the
teacher who had been at my whipping asked me to come with her. We
walked to another building, and upstairs to an empty office. She
closed the door as I sat down. She stated that I was having problems
adjusting to the feelings I was having over the whipping and that I
was to tell her what was wrong.

The man who whipped you, she told me, has worked for the school for
fifteen years now, and as well as being an excellent mechanic, keeping
the school's vehicles and systems running, was a master with the whip.
The beating that I received was moderately heavy, just under the point
where I would have been marked in a way that would have taken a much
longer time to recover from. "During the beating you yelled and
screamed a lot, perfectly normal under the circumstances, yet you
never once asked or begged for it to stop. We would have stopped if
you were in any great difficulty, you know. The reaction you had near
the end, the orgasm you experienced, looked to be quite powerful. Is
this what's bothering you, that you obtained such pleasure through
such pain?"

I looked up into her eyes. My god these people really know what they
are doing. She had seen through to the core of my problem. "Yes." I
told her. "Near the end the pain seemed to be building on itself. It
started to wrap me in a cloud that I couldn't pull out of. Then it
seemed to suddenly collapse on and into me, triggering what I think
was the best orgasm I had ever had. How can something like that be?
What happened to me?"

We talked for over two hours, the teacher and I that night. She
related my experience to the sensory deprivation experiments which
were popular some years back. A person is placed in a tank of body
temperature water and a door is closed. The person floats, seemingly
weightless. There is no sound, no light, no feelings. After some hours
there is no sense of time or place. The mind draws in on itself in
what can be a very relaxing, sometimes erotic experience. In my case I
experienced a sensory overload. I am a submissive, willing to give
myself over to whatever will happen to me, she said. I was bound,
helpless, the kicking of my legs against the pull of the ropes that I
was doing, continuously reaffirmed my situation in my mind. The pain
from the steady blows of the whip was inescapable. In the end, my mind
accepted the situation, thus freeing itself to run with the power of
the feelings I was experiencing.

"I have heard that a submissive, during a heavy scene such as you had,
can enter a kind of trance, sub space it's been referred to." she told
me. "While whippings or being tied down can drive many people crazy,
those like yourself can more readily accept the situation. The mind
begins to close off, your consciousness starts to drift away from you,
entering a place outside of place and time. You become free to put the
discomfort you are having outside, and to better deal with, even enjoy
what is happening." I said that I had moments where I seemed to be
looking down on myself, but I had thought I had been dying. At the
end, I had seen myself hanging between the trees, the sheen of sweat
on myself and the man behind me shining in the sunlight.

"And that is when the orgasm took hold of you?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"You will make some one very happy some day, Nissa. If we can find the
right man for you, you will both be very happy." She said.

I was able to sleep soundly that night, after the talk with the
teacher. Although I still had doubts over what had happened, at least
I better understood the feelings I had in the forest that day. In the
afternoon, next day I was pulled from language class early and led to
a room on the top floor of the dorm building. I was told to strip and
I was chained to the bed. A short chain was locked to my bracelets and
the top of the bedframe, holding my hands up around my head. I was
told simply that a man would be along shortly and I was to have sex
with him.

After quite a while, and I thought I had been forgotten about, I heard
the door open. The man who had whipped me two weeks ago entered, and
started to take off his clothes. I thought I was in for another
whipping, especially when he rolled me onto my stomach, but the blow
never came. As cruel as he was before, he was even more gentle with me
this time. He traced little circles on my back with his fingertips,
pressing softly on the muscles. He massaged me from my neck to my
toes, then had me roll over to do my front.

"All of my marks have faded, I see." he said.

"Yes." "Master." I added.

He chuckled at that. "Jim will do." he said.

He ran his hands all over me, ever so gently I had to look to see it
was the same man who had beaten me so savagely. At one point I had to
pee and I told him so. He said that he didn't have a key for the lock
holding my hands to the bed. He went into the bathroom and came back
with a small pail, which he held for me while I squatted on the bed
and peed into. Then I lay back down as he traced circles around my
breasts with his tongue, licking and sucking the nipples before moving
his head lower, across my belly. He lifted my legs and dipped his head
in between, gently lapping my clit, pushing his tongue into my cunt,
making me mad with desire.

At first I wondered if sex would ever be the same for me, after that
last session in the woods, and I guess this was the whole point of
this exercise, to see if I could enjoy the sex without the pain. This
would also be the first time I was fucked without a condom. The men we
had been with in the village a few weeks ago had still used them with
us, and yes, this time the feelings were different.

Jim came back up and pushed slowly into me. His prick was nice and
thick and long, filling me wonderfully. He stroked with an easy rhythm
which I matched, tilting my hips up to meet him, driving his length
deeper into me. At the end he pushed in hard as I brought my hands
down, the chain snapping tight, my fingers just grazing the hair on
his head. I could feel his jism pumping into me, splashing out deep
inside, triggering my own orgasm which I was happy to note was quite
intense. We lay together for several minutes before Jim reached down
to retrieve a towel which he had brought from the bathroom earlier. He
pulled out from me, using it to wipe himself, stuffing the end between
my legs. I felt a dribbling at my pussy lips, his cum mixed with mine
coming out in globs.

Jim stood and bent to give me a kiss on the lips. He thanked me before
putting on his clothes, and then he left. I waited a few more minutes
before the teacher I had spoken with last night came in and unlocked
me from the bed. She asked if everything was all right, and I answered
with a shy smile, yes, I was better now. Then she said she would clean
up the room and that I could go.

Things were better for me after the talk with the teacher and the
session with Jim. My confusion and doubts disappeared overnight
allowing me to concentrate on my lessons. My courses in the third
quarter were languages, science which was biology and physics. Physics
was more how things worked, cars, computers, things of the world.
There was physical ed to keep us fit and trim, and cooking classes
too. Current affairs, what was going on in the outside world, and of
course sex ed.

All the girls liked sex ed. The teacher this term was a small man
called Mr.Norton. He looked like a caricature of an accountant with
his thick glasses and bookish mannerisms, but he knew his subject. He
would often bring in stories from the internet for us to study and
pick apart, explaining what was impossible or dangerous, what parts
were more likely to be possibly true. The sex act itself was taken to
it's smallest detail, studied under a microscope. One week we studied
the relationship between pain and pleasure.

By this time all us girls had had a session with the whip. For many of
the girls it was a short session. We had a show of hands on how many
couldn't take more than a few strokes, who had lasted longer. Of the
class, only two had taken the full session. Mr Norton told me in
private that of all the girls who come through the training, very few
make it through a session with the whip.

"One of the keys to deriving pleasure from pain," he told us, "is an
acceptance of what is happening to you, is going to happen. If you can
get yourself to believe that a whipping, tight and cramping bondage,
whatever, is happening and it will continue to happen, you are half
way there. Having trust in a caring partner is important to give you
the freedom to accept the situation. Once you have accepted the
situation and get comfortable in it you can then turn the discomfort
into a more pleasurable experience. Many of you might think this
impossible, yet I have seen it happen many times, both here and else
where."

Mr. Norton was my sex ed teacher in both my third and fourth quarter.
He would sometimes show us movies dealing with the subject he was
talking about. For two weeks we learned all about bondage. Mr Norton
showed us a video one day, of young women in pony costumes, some
pulling small carts. To look at him you would never think it, but he
pointed out a man in one of the carts, using a whip on the two girls
hitched to it as they drove by. It was a younger Mr. Norton! He told
us that he and another man had a stable of eight pony girls in the
U.K. many years ago. They were members of an underground cult who
trained and owned pony girls and boys. People would come from all over
the world to see, ride and show them. "This video was shot in Denmark,
at a very private estate." he explained.

The scene shifted to show about twenty girls lined up, a showing, he
said. I had real problems getting to sleep that night. I had a small
bedroom to myself upstairs by now and I masturbated many times with
visions of me, the steel bit between my teeth and the leather straps
crossing my chest and through my crotch, swirling through my mind.

Fourth quarter brought an end to science classes with languages
reduced to twice a week. Cooking class was one day a week, helping
Chef in the cafeteria, learning how to prepare simple and more exotic
dishes. Phys ed switched to mostly dance, Egyptian belly dancing, but
not the kind the tourists see, a much more seductive and sensual form.
Many forms of the temple dances from India and Thailand were taught,
as well as some more modern dance moves. Sex ed with Mr Norton, who
also sometimes brought guest speakers to the school was two and a half
days per week. Current affairs was two afternoons, leaving me with
lots of free time to do reading or extra studies, if I wanted to. I
also had time for other entertainment too.

One day I heard that some poor girl was getting the "table torture".
After lunch I made my way to the trees behind the swimming pool. A
girl was tied to the picnic table like I had been, her hands over her
head and her long hair spilling off the end, touching the ground
behind. Her feet were flat on the ends of the seats with her ankle
bangles lashed tightly to the table legs. Three other girls were
around the table, one lapping her exposed pussy, the other two each
hungrily devouring a nipple. I stood and watched as the girl on the
table writhed and thrashed, moaning loudly around the panty gag and
rope between her teeth each time an orgasm washed over her.

I went to the cafeteria and got her a bottle of apple juice. When I
returned there were two girls sitting at the table, idly playing with
her tits. I untied her gag and held her head up as she drank the
juice. When she finished I massaged her legs and arms for a while, I
knew where she was hurting. Then I asked her if she was all right. In
a shaky voice she said she thought so. When I showed her the rolled up
panties I was touched, when she meekly opened her mouth to accept the
gag back, as I had done before. I kissed her lips before packing the
panties in and tying the rope behind her head again. Then I rubbed her
clit, the other two girls that were there licking her breasts, until
she exploded in a delightful orgasm, pulling hard at her bonds while
trying to kick with her legs.

Later on, in the evening, I went back to the grove of trees to watch
her being untied from the table by, I guessed, two of the girls who
had tied her there. She looked drained and disheveled, but I saw the
grin on her face and the sparkle in her eyes and knew she had enjoyed
the session as much as I had when it had been my turn on the table.

There was always sexual play amongst us girls at the school. I
remember just before the end of my training I was in one of the larger
rooms that had a big king size bed in it, with five other girls, just
talking and fooling around a bit. One girl went out and came back with
a long piece of thin chain and a small lock. She decided to hang the
keys up on the light fixture on the ceiling so she boosted another
girl up so she could reach and hook the keys on a screw on the light.
Then she threaded one end of the chain through her left wrist bangle,
then through her right ankle bangle, handing the end to another girl.
She pulled the chain through her bangles the same way and handed it
off to me. When the last girl had linked herself up, the two ends of
the chain were connected with the lock.

We all had a great time on that big bed, licking, sucking and banging
our pussies together. We ended up all tangled in a tight ball of flesh,
hair and chain. The chain would pull up tight between my bangles,
drawing my hand close to my foot, or it would get wrapped around me.
Once, it tangled around my neck, pulling my face tight into another
girl's crotch. Someone was licking me down there while I did the same
to the other girl. I knew that if you constrict the arteries in your
neck an orgasm will be much stronger so I just went along with it. I
held the chain where it was around my neck with my free hand so that I
wouldn't get strangled too much and came so hard I almost blacked out,
pulling some slack around my neck just before it was too late.

A few of the girls had been aware of what I was doing so we all ended
up trying it, two of us holding the chain around someone's neck while
others brought them to a mind shattering orgasm. After a while some of
us had to pee so we managed to untangle the chain enough that we could
all walk to the bathroom and take turns sitting on the toilet. After
that we decided we'd had enough so we tried to get the key down from
the light. Try as we might we couldn't seem to be able to reach it.. We
even tried to form a pyramid but the chain would pull up short,
knocking us off balance, those on top landing on us at the bottom.

There were other girls on the floor, sometimes looking into our room
to watch our antics. We asked, then begged and pleaded for some help
in getting the key down from the ceiling but everyone thought it was a
great laugh, seeing the six of us all chained together like that.
Finally two girls came in and, using a broom handle, lifted the keys
off the light fixture, then promptly ran out of the room with them,
leaving us stuck. It ended up that we had to spend the night all tied
together, trying to sleep, but not having much success at it. Someone
would move their arm or leg and the chain would rattle through the
bangles waking most of us up. Then, horniness would set in and soon we
would all be thrashing at each others pussies again. Then we would
fall asleep, only to have the cycle repeat.

It was late in the morning when, after much yelling by us, the girl
who had stolen our keys peeked in the doorway and tossed them into the
pile of our bodies on the bed. There was never any thought of
retribution for what she had done. All of the pranks like that were
done in fun, and we did have a nice time, all cuddled together on that
big bed all night.

Two weeks later, I was told that's it, I had completed my training
period. I was to be sent to the company's offices on the outskirts of
Bombay where they would find a compatible mate for me. Moving through
the changes in your life is often hard and I felt a little sad to be
leaving my teachers and friends at the school. I went around on that
last day and thanked all the nice people who had helped me to become
the woman I am.

It was Jim who drove two other girls and myself to a nearby village on
the river. There, us three beautiful and sensuous young ladies boarded
a small boat for the ride down river, away from our isolated mountain
school and to the bustle of a larger city. There, our guide escorted
us through a busy market place, to the train station where we caught
the train to Bombay.

  [end of part 2]

Next week: Nissa meets her Master.

         Dino Dave.

 

 

NISSA'S STORY   Part 3/3   C/W 1999 Dino Dave

The three of us were met at the train station in Bombay by a man from
the trading company. The two girls with me were given instructions to
go to the airport where tickets to Germany were ready for them. They
were going to another of the North India Trading Company's buildings
where the clients came to select their girls. I accompanied the man to
his car for the drive to the building in Pune, the building that I was
left at as a baby, on the outskirts of the city.

When we arrived in the afternoon I was met by the receptionist in the
lobby. She said that she was expecting me, and told me that I was a
very beautiful young lady. She took me upstairs to my room and
introduced me to Dora, the dorm mother, she said. The room was large
with several beds scattered around, as well as other furnishings.
There was a kitchen area along one wall. Dora gave me a piece of pie
and a glass of milk from the fridge, then sat with me at the table.

"This is to be your home for a while," she said to me. "We at the
company want you to be happy during your time here. There will be
outings to plays, movies, and other attractions in the city. If you
want anything you only have to ask and we will try to arrange it. As
you know, we will have potential customers come in from time to time,
to look at you girls. You will all be taken to the presentation room
downstairs, and you must be on your best behaviour during these
showings. All the men are checked out beforehand so we know their true
intent. This is done for your safety as well as our own. After a
showing, the client may wish a private audience with one or more of
you. Again, you must be willing to show him how well you have learned
the lessons you have been given. We also provide a service here where
a gentleman may have a date with one or more of you to attend a play
or other function. We can provide a car and driver to ensure your
safety. Afterwards you may be required to attend to the gentleman's
special requests at his house or hotel room.

"Your training has given you many ways to achieve sexual pleasure for
your guest as well as for yourself. We would expect that you treat any
men or women who request the company of one of you as a potential
client. We charge a very high price for these dates if extra services
are requested, to discourage those looking for just a quick lay. While
you are here you are expected to maintain your sexual passions and we
encourage you girls to enjoy each others charms. We also have males on
staff who are fully aware of our rules and can make themselves
available for your use.

"We want you to get the most enjoyment during your time here since
this will be your last period of freedom. After you are chosen by one
of our customers you will then belong solely to that man. Your whole
life up to this point has been to prepare you to manage with the total
giving of yourself to the man who will make you his own. Many of our
previous customers are kind and gentle men and, as I've said, the
company does extensive background checks, but after you are given to
your master, it will be him who will decide how you are to be treated.
It will be up to you to use your beauty and skills to make sure he is
to remain pleased with you."

As Dora was finishing her introductory speech a group of five girls
came up the stairs and into the room, all wearing the bangles like
mine. I was introduced around as they gathered in the kitchen area,
getting snacks and drinks from the fridge. Two of the girls were
Chinese, Kim and Soo-Ling. Rita was from Portugal with jet black hair
reaching almost to the floor, and deep black eyes. Salma was born in
Tibet and grew up at the company's founding mission school in the
north. Janine had blond hair and fair skin.

Dora suggested that I get cleaned up from my trip and that we would be
having dinner soon. I chose an empty bed near the window and unpacked
my small bag, putting my things in a drawer nearby. Then I took a nice
shower in the big bathroom next door. After that, all of us went
downstairs to the cafeteria where a delicious meal was laid out for
us. As we were eating, Dora came in and said that Rita had been chosen
from the showing yesterday and was to have an interview with the
client tomorrow.

Rita was bubbling with happiness as we all congratulated her on being
picked, and wished her good luck on the interview. Dora asked the two
Chinese girls if they would mind showing me around the building after
dinner, to which they replied they'd love to.

After we had some dessert Kim and Soo-Ling took me around, starting
with the top floor. There was a full beauty parlour in one big room
where we would be done up to look our best for the showings. There
were also some small apartments on this floor, for private pleasures I
was told. The third floor was our dorm room and a small gym with
exercise equipment. Second was mostly administration, with another
apartment, quite large and richly furnished, for the interviews. First
floor held the cafeteria. "There is a restaurant down the street that
brings us special dishes from time to time." Kim told me. We peeked
into the showing room but the administrators office was right next
door and Soo-Ling said that we weren't suppose to go in there. "You'll
see the room soon enough," she said, "there are showings at least
twice a week here."

The basement held the laundry room. "All our clothing needs are taken
care of here." Kim said. "You will get some nice things to wear for
outings and such. Clothing is pretty much optional in the dorm room."
We walked down a hall to a glass door where a strange blue light shone
through. Kim pulled open the door and flipped on the lights inside. I
saw a long swimming pool along one side of the room. In the back
corner, at the opposite end was a raised platform with plants around a
big hot tub. The two Asian girls walked over to the tub, peeling off
their dresses and tossing them at a bench along the way. I did the
same. They took some hair pins from a table and wound their hair up on
top of their head, pinning it in place. "You have to put up your hair
or it might get tangled in the drain." Soo-Ling said.

I pinned up my hair as Soo-Ling climbed up the three steps and lowered
herself into the water. When Kim turned a dial on the wall a pump
started with a soft hum, churning the water into a foamy sea. Kim and
I then joined Soo-Ling in the water. There were seats under the
surface with jets on either side that pumped the warm water around
your back and sides. I relaxed into the seat, the spray from the
nozzles soon lulling me into a trance like state.

I felt a foot graze mine, then return to linger. I opened my eyes to
see Soo-Ling smiling at me. I smiled back. She began to run her toes
across mine and down the side of my foot. She slid her foot up my
ankle, her toes finding my bangle and hooking it to pull my foot
closer to her. Then she started to use both her feet to rub mine.

Kim slid over to sit beside me and touched my arm. I raised it to let
her snuggle close to me. Soo-Ling also moved closer, the sound of her
ankle bangles clinking against mine could be faintly heard from under
the bubbly water. She slid one of her feet up between my legs to rest
the sole against my pussy so I did the same to her, feeling the silky
fur against my toes. When I wriggled my toes against her she slid a
little farther down the seat and taking hold of my bangle with her
hands, pushed my foot down, her cunt lips opening to let my big toe
enter her. Kim was tracing circles around my nipples with her fingers.
Then she brought her head down closer to take a nipple into her mouth,
licking it and biting gently.

I turned my foot so I could get my big toe further into Soo-Ling,
wriggling my other toes where I thought her clit was. When I felt her
give a little jump I knew I had found the spot. I hooked my fingers
through her bangle, holding her foot in place while I rocked my hips,
sliding myself along the top of it. In a very short time Kim's
attentions on my nipples combined with the pressure on my clit from
Soo-Ling's soft, sexy foot caused me to have a major cum in that hot
tub. My head fell back and I think I let out a long, loud moan when it
hit. I felt Soo-Ling rise up a bit, then drop down, my slender foot
sliding half way up inside her. I wriggled my toes again and she
exploded in an orgasm of her own while I held Kim in a tight embrace.

After Soo-Ling and myself had recovered enough it was Kim's turn. Soo-
Ling got out of the water to sit on the edge behind her. She put her
legs up over Kim's shoulders and used her hands and her feet to rub
Kim's breasts. I got down in the water between her legs to use my
hands to rub her thighs and pussy. As Kim was reaching her peak I
dipped my head under the water to lick her, sucking her clit into my
mouth and flicking my tongue across it. Those breathing lessons we had
came in handy because I was under water for a good minute before I
felt her start bucking against my face. I had to hold her thighs
tightly to keep her clit in my mouth, the two of us making her cum
last for at least another half minute longer.

I released my hold on Kim's legs and came up for air. As I blinked the
water from my eyes I saw Kim, in a state of near unconsciousness,
slowly sliding off her seat and under the water. Soo-Ling held up her
hand to me with a smile on her lips. By this time the timer on the
pump had stopped and through the clear water we watched Kim's face go
under the surface. Soo-Ling said "Wait for it.", then assumed a
surprised look on her face, her eyes wide, as wide as a Chinese person
can make them, and her mouth open. I took the hint and set my face the
same way.

I watched as some bubbles escaped from Kim's mouth, then her eyes
popped open and she struggled to the surface. She coughed once, looked
at me, then turned and looked at Soo-Ling. When she turned to me again
I couldn't hold it any longer and burst out laughing, followed by Soo-
Ling, and then Kim. Soo-Ling slipped back into the water and we all
held each other in a tight embrace for a while before getting out and
swimming some laps in the bigger pool.

After we got dressed we went back up to our room. Dora was just
gathering her things and heading home, saying good night as she left.
The other girls were there, reading or watching the T.V. After I had
dried my hair I sat and watched a few shows before bed time. A man had
come into the room and I was told he was the night watchman. There was
a small office near the door where he sat and he would be around most
of the night if we needed anything. I saw that when one of us got into
their bed they would lock themselves to it like we did at the training
school. Soo-Ling used her lock to join her ankle bangles together with
a chain from them to the bottom of the bed frame. I found two locks
and chains to connect my hands and my feet to my bed. Then the lights
were turned out and I quickly fell asleep, contented with my first day
here.

When morning came we were all unlocked from our beds and we wandered
down for breakfast. I helped myself to some pancakes with fresh
blueberries, a boiled egg, juice and coffee. We were told that there
was going to be a showing that night and were given times to report to
the beauty parlour upstairs. I was told to first see the metal smith
to have my bangles cleaned. After I had eaten I went upstairs to see
him.

The metal smith's name was Tim. He was an older man with a warm smile
who spent the next two hours cleaning and polishing my bangles. He
said that the metal that the bangles were made from was too hard to
get scratched, but there was some staining and a little corrosion on
the inside from being in constant contact with my skin. He used a
wooden clamp to grip each of my bangles, holding it with his feet
while he cleaned my ankle bangles with fine sandpaper, clamping it to
a table for the ones on my wrists. Then he wrapped some plastic around
my wrists and ankles, under the bangles, and used some foul smelling
paste on a cloth to bring out the mirror like finish again. When he
had finished, they shone like when I had first received them. I
noticed that they were smoother on the inside, sliding on my skin a
little easier.

I thanked Tim before going to the beauty parlour down the hall. Some
of the other girls were there, being worked on by the staff. I
stripped and was helped into a big bath tub full of warm, fragrant
water. My head was eased into a grove at the end of the tub with my
hair hanging down into a sink underneath. Then while one of the
attendants scrubbed my body with a rough sponge another washed and
rinsed my hair. A conditioner was rubbed into my hair and it was
wrapped in a long towel and piled on top of my head. Then I stood
while the attendant scrubbed my back with the sponge. After, I was led
to a padded table and asked to lie down.

Some scented oil was poured onto my skin and rubbed in by the skilled
masseuse. The gentle smell from the oil combined with her talented
hands felt wonderful to me. After some time, she asked me to roll over
so she could do my front. She didn't miss an inch of my body. Finally
I was taken to the shower where my hair was let down and I was washed
again. I was patted dry with a big fluffy towel as someone dried my
hair. My hair was trimmed a bit on the ends so it was a little fuller
at the bottom while still retaining it's natural V shape. I got my
finger and toe nails trimmed and polished, some rough bits of skin on
my feet removed and some skin cream rubbed in.

By the time I was done I was quite hungry so I dressed and went to the
cafeteria for some lunch. There I found a big pot of delicious soup
with sandwiches waiting for me. I helped myself to some food, then sat
with some of the other girls there to eat and chat about the showing
that was to take place in a couple hours. Rita had heard that it was a
rich Arab oil sheik who was coming to look at us. She was to miss this
showing to have her interview with the one who had chosen her the day
before. Soon after, Dora came in to herd us upstairs for the final
preparations.

In the dorm room we were told to take off our clothes and if we wanted
to sit, to use the soft towels under us, so there wouldn't be marks
left on our skin. Our hair was brushed and brushed until it sparkled.
Touches of make up were applied here and there to make us all look our
best. Then we were escorted down the back stairs to the first floor
and into the presentation room.

I saw a narrow platform near the end of the room that curved in a semi
circle. There were positions marked on the stage with little brass
numbers screwed to the front. I saw that there were ten spots for up
to ten girls at once. We were all positioned at a place on the stage
by Dora. The blond haired Janine was in the middle with the two asians
on each side of her. Salma and myself were on the ends. Dora and the
attendant went around, parting our hair in back to place our hands
there. Then our bangles were locked together with a silver coloured
padlock. There were steel rings bolted to the floor of the platform at
each position. Dora took a piece of chain, passing it through each of
my ankle bangles to lock the ends to the ring in the floor. She said
to spread my feet apart which I did, the chain pulling tight when they
were each about eight inches from the ring. I watched as the others
were locked to their place on the stage.

There were spotlights over each place, one in front and one behind.
These were turned on and the lights in the room went off. The lighting
technician went around adjusting the lights and their brightness to
best highlight each of us.. Stray bits of hair were brushed back, pussy
hair was fluffed up and our stance was adjusted. When all was ready
the attendant left the room, the tech and Dora sat down at the back of
the room, and we waited, our heads slightly bowed, our eyes on the lip
of the stage in front of us.

After a few moments I heard the door at the end of the room open, the
Arab and the head administrator entering. The administrator bid the
man to go over to us with a small wave of his hand. We had been told
to keep our eyes down, to only look up briefly when the man was
directly in front of us. The man walked up to where I was standing and
I looked up, his eyes meeting mine. He was tall, perhaps mid or late
twenties with a sharply chiseled face and a big black moustache. He
gave me a warm smile just before I returned my gaze to the floor. I
sensed his eyes travelling over my body as he took in the beauty I had
been told I possessed. In a while he moved to the next girl in line,
Kim.

When he had reached the last girl the Arab walked to the rear of the
platform, and around the back, to then step up beside me. He gently
took my chin to lift my head, looking at my face, deep into my eyes.
His other hand moved slowly down my body, cupping and lifting my
breasts, hefting their weight, before travelling lower, across my
belly and then down, to graze between my legs with his fingertips. He
moved his other hand to my back, gathering my hair up to hold it out
of the way. Then he ran his hand down my arms, pausing at my bangles
that held my hands behind me. He felt my back and my bum. He knelt to
feel my thighs and down my legs. He arranged my hair back the way it
was before, softly brushing the backs of his fingers across my cheek,
then moved to the next girl.

It was over half an hour before the man finished with the last girl,
stepping off the stage to stand before us all. He gave each of us a
long, last look before turning to walk to the back of the room. The
head administrator stood to open the door and the two men left. When
the door closed we all gave a sigh of relief, moving a little to
release the tension that had built up. The hot spotlights were turned
off and the ceiling lights came on. Then Dora called in the attendant,
who had been waiting outside, and they began to unlock our hands and
feet. Dora reminded us to be quiet until we were back upstairs.

Back in the dorm room we dressed, then rested for a while before
dinner. There was much speculation about the tall Arab gentleman, his
stern features, yet the kind eyes and soft hands a paradox. He looked
like he could be a firm and demanding master, yet the almost reverent
way he had handled me at the showing reveled a much more tender
nature. Janine said that she felt his hands tremble slightly when he
knelt to place a soft kiss on the silky blond curls at her crotch.

The discussions continued downstairs over dinner where Rita joined us
upon finishing her interview with the client. I listened intently as
she described her session with him.

The man was from spain and Rita spoke spanish fluently so they got
along great. His grandfather had owned a small gold mine there which
he had inherited and now ran. The session had moved from the couch in
the apartment to the bedroom, where he proved to be an excellent
lover, making her cum over and over before finally pumping hard into
her and blasting his seed deep inside. He had told Rita that she was a
very lovely and talented lady and that, if she was willing, he would
see the administrator immediately to work out the details so that they
could be together.

Rita's eyes were sparkling as she told us how nice the man had been.
We all wished her the best, that the arrangements could be completed
and she would be happy in her new life. We were still talking when the
head administrator came into the cafeteria to sit with us.

"First off," he started, "the arrangements with Mr.Francesco have been
finalized. As soon as the bank transfers the fee in the morning, Rita,
you will be leaving to start your life with him. Congratulations." He
stood and shook her hand as she smiled and thanked him. "Secondly, the
man from Saudi Arabia, Mr.Jaffit was quite impressed with you all at
the presentation today. He has requested an interview with Janine, and
Salma. The interviews will be tomorrow. Good luck." The administrator
stood and left.

Our noisy chattering resumed as we hugged Rita and the other two
girls. Just like that, I thought. A man walks in here, becomes
enchanted with one of us and off we go to begin the life we have been
looking forward to for so long. That night as I slept, chained hand
and foot to my bed, I had an erotic dream of an Arabian prince taking
my naked and bound body by camel across the desert to a big tent. He
lifted me from the camel to carry me inside where he lay me down on
some soft rugs. The walls of the tent were covered with fine silk
curtains and beautiful carpets. From behind one of the curtains, five
gorgeous ladies emerged to kneel at the princes feet. Rachel, Lisa and
Soo-Ling were among the girls, each having a short chain connected
between their wrist bangles.

I was told that I was now a part of his harem, that I would live the
rest of my life here in this tent, serving the prince in whatever way
he chooses. Another Arab man came in and removed the ropes from my
wrists and ankles. Then he dragged me out the back of the tent, over
to a brazier which was hot from a glowing fire inside. He wrapped my
left wrist with some wet cloths, pushing my bangle over the top of
them. Then he used some tongs to take a white hot piece of steel from
the fire. I saw that it was a chain link that had been cut and opened
a bit. The man hooked a short piece of heavy chain through the link,
then took my arm to hook the hot link through my bangle. Quickly
pulling my wrist over a big steel block he hammered the link closed,
the blows fusing the ends of the link together in a splash of sparks.
He then plunged my hand into a pail of water, cooling the metal before
it could burn through the wet cloth that had protected my wrist.

He repeated the procedure with my other bangle, fixing the chain to me
forever. I was now only able to spread my hands apart just as wide as
my body was. The man grabbed the middle of the chain to drag me back
inside the tent. Inside, he pushed me against the pole in the middle,
then used a stick to push the chain up, hooking it to a hook high up
on the pole. There I was left, my arms pulled up over my head, to
watch my new master and the other girls eat, play and have sex on the
rugs and cushions nearby. I struggled, putting all my weight on the
chain and my bangles, but I was stuck there, hanging on the pole in
the middle of the tent.

That was when I woke up, my body hot and sticky with sweat. I had slid
down the bed, my feet hanging off the end and my hands high over my
head, the chain pulling on them. I looked around as I moved back up
the bed, seeing Kim on her bed nearby looking at me, a worried look on
her face. I whispered that it was all right, just a bad dream.

Details of the dream spun through my mind for some time before I was
able to fall asleep again. The chain connecting the bangles on my
wrists was a classic image from some picture or movie I had seen
before, an Arabian harem girl or something like that. I had used a
short chain when I had locked myself to the bed that night, so I
wasn't able to reach my pussy to relieve the tension left from my
dream. It hadn't been such a bad dream, I thought as I finally drifted
off.

The next day, while Salma and Janine were to have their interviews,
the two Chinese girls and I were driven across town to see a movie.
Since the two tough years at the training school, I had forgotten what
it was like to just spend some time being entertained watching a
movie, not having it as part of a course and analysing it afterwards.
When we returned to the building we were introduced to a new arrival.
Judy was tall, fair skinned and had long golden hair that hung to her
knees.

Salama told us of her interview with the Arab gentleman. She said he
had told her of his home in the city, not a tent in the desert I was
relieved to hear, and how pretty he thought she was. In the bedroom he
was a kind and gentle lover. Both she and the Arab had been quite
satisfied afterwards.

A little later on Janine walked into the room to tell us of her
interview. Mr.Jaffit had been totally enchanted with her blond hair
and fair skin at the showing but, he told her, after much thought, he
didn't think it would be right to take her to his country where her
looks would draw undue attention, and perhaps even harsher criticism.
He had stared long and lovingly at the fine light hair which hid none
of the details of her pussy, drinking deep of her charms before ending
the interview. It wasn't until late the following day when it was
announced that Mr.Jaffit would be pleased to take Salma, if she would
accept his offer.

Next day saw another girl joined us, Sehani, who had been at the
training school with me and had been allowed to spend a few days with
her family in the village near the school. She had been entered into
the program in a deal between her village and the trading company
whereby a family with more daughters then they could support would
give over one in exchange for assistance from the company, money that
would buy tools and farm equipment that would benefit the whole
village. The deal had been signed, so to speak, when she was five and
the village chief forced the ankle bangles over her feet in a ceremony
attended by her family and friends. At age ten the deal was sealed
with her acceptance of the wrist bangles.

The day after, two more girls were admitted, bringing the total to
eight lovely young ladies living at the building. Seeta was from the
southern part of India and Judith was a tall, muscular girl from
Australia. Judith's mother had become pregnant at a young age and,
unable to care for her, had given up the baby girl for adoption. The
trading company had a school in Perth, where Judith's beauty and
intelligence enabled her to be entered into our special program.

That day there was to be another showing, a very wealthy man from
Japan was coming to see us. We were all sent up to the beauty parlour
before the showing and made to look our best. The time for the showing
was delayed for some reason until after dinner, so we had some time to
kill when we had finished our beauty treatments. I and the two girls
who had come that day were the last appointments. When we entered the
dorm room the other five girls were in the far corner of the room, on
some mats on the floor, all hungrily devouring each other's pussies.

Sehani and the two blond girls had locked each of their wrist
bracelets to the other girl's and were in a pile, faces and hands
busy. Kim and Soo-Ling had locked one of their hands to the other
girl's foot, each with their face between the others thighs. The two
new girls and I watched for a while until I found a chain, about eight
feet long, and threaded it through all twelve of our bangles before
locking the ends together, joining us closely.

It wasn't long before Seeta, Judith and I became tangled up in
ourselves with the chain through our bangles pulling us closer and
closer together until we could hardly move. The other three girls
stood up and moved over to us, then kelt down, enclosing us in their
circle. Kim and Soo-Ling joined in to create a huge pile of naked girl
flesh, writhing against each other. One of us would cry out as an
orgasm took hold of her, sending tremors through us all, triggering an
orgasm in someone else.

I guess word of our antics had passed around the building because some
of the staff had gathered in our room to watch the show we were
putting on. Occasionally someone would get up to lend a hand
untangling hair or arms and legs, wiping a face, or offering a drink
while we continued the session. A mouth had found one of my nipples,
sucking long and hard at it. I had my fingers in a pussy, stroking the
wet slit while someone's hand was busy in mine. Seeta's face was
pressed to mine, our mouths and tongues together in a kiss. Her long
hair was wrapped around both our heads, further binding us together.

Finally our fun came to an end as we were disentangled from one
another, unlocked, and told to get ready for the showing. We all had a
quick shower and some food was delivered up to our room. We had time
for a short rest while the attendants brushed out our hair and got us
ready. Seeta's hair was truly amazing. It was thick and black, hanging
to the floor and a good two feet across it. It seemed to shine with an
inner light after the attendant had finished brushing it out, Seeta
standing up on a chair so the full length of it could be worked on.
She had to gather it up in her arms when she walked.

It was eight that evening before we were led to the presentation room
and chained at our spots on the stage. The man who saw us looked
young, mid twenties I guessed, and wore a nice looking light gray
suit. It wasn't until lunch the next day that we learned the results
of the showing. The head administrator said that I, along with Seeta,
Soo-Ling and Judy were to have an interview with the man. He explained
that the client was very wealthy and was so taken by us all that he
wished to have, perhaps, two of us to come and live with him.

The interviews were scheduled for the next day, starting at noon. The
four of us had a session at the beauty parlour in the morning where we
were bathed and our hair was washed. Skin cream was rubbed in all over
our bodies during a very nice, relaxing massage. It was late afternoon
before my turn for the interview came. I went naked, downstairs to the
apartment, and knocked on the door before entering. I went to the
couch where the man was sitting and, kneeling beside it as I had been
told to do, I waited for him to make the first move.

His name was Kam Fong and he was quite handsome looking. After a few
minutes he told me to sit on the couch beside him. He asked me a few
questions about my schooling, my life, and I answered. He told me a
little about himself and life in Hong Kong. After a while he stood and
we went into the bedroom.

I have always liked the man to take me, even roughly, to be forceful
in making love to me. In London, Steve had been like that. Even with
Lisa, it was her who made the first moves. Mr.Fong had lay on the bed
and waited for me to initiate the session, something that I had never
really been able to do. While our time together was nice, we both knew
that we would not be right for each other. He told me that I was a
very beautiful girl, but that he didn't want to dominate someone, he
wanted someone who could share his passions in life, someone who felt
more his equal. He was very kind when he wished me good luck in
finding the man who would make me happy.

Mr.Fong and Judy conducted the first part of their interview at the
restaurant down the street. I learned from Judy, when her interview
was finished, that her personality was the opposite from mine, being
more of the dominant in the bedroom. She felt that she had perhaps
come on too strong for the Asian's liking. Soo-Ling said that she
thought she had a good chance since her interview had left both of
them quite pleased with each other.

We learned later that evening that Mr.Fong had indeed decided to take
two of us, Soo-Ling and Seeta were the lucky ones. That night, after a
big party in the dorm room, the two chosen girls shared the big bed in
the corner, one of their wrist bangles and one of their ankle bangles
locked to each other's to signify their union in their new life.

Over the next couple weeks girls came to the building, and girls were
chosen and left with their new mates, while it seemed that I was left
behind. Although I was often picked at the showings, my perfect body
and beauty making me hard to resist I was told, when my interview came
I could usually tell right off that the client wasn't interested in a
girl as submissive as I. The men that I met were generally rich and
powerful men who were looking for a partner that could compliment
themselves during their business and social lives. After my first
interview with Kam Fong, Dora told me not to compromise myself during
an interview, to always be the person I am. "You will not be happy if
you try to change yourself to fit in with the client," she had said.
"You must be yourself, and in time the right person will come along."

So I was myself during my interviews, yet time and time again I was
either passed over or I had to decline an offer because I knew the
client wasn't right for me. Dora had said that I knew the type of man
that could give me what I needed and it was important we all be sure
that the match is as close as possible, to bring success to the
relationship. "People don't change," she said. "If you think that the
man will learn to give you the kind of excitement you crave, it won't
happen, and neither of you will achieve the kind of pleasures that you
have learned are possible to have."

A week later, and two more failed interviews I was starting to feel
pretty low. Dora explained that the clients are shown a brief synopsis
of our personalities before each showing. They know what each of us
wants and needs in a relationship beforehand. "These descriptions are
based on your two years at the training school, your interests and the
sexual sessions you had. Also, experiences you had before the training
school. Our clients haven't the skills you have in sexual matters.
Often, they don't understand the needs or the drive of one such as
yourself. They see your radiant beauty up on the stage and they desire
you, yet, as you have found out, they are unwilling to master you as
your personality demands they do. Be patient, Nissa.  Your prince
shall come."

It was a couple of days later that I was told a man had requested me
to go on a date with him. Dora told me the man would come by that
evening and I was to accompany him to see a play at a fashionable
theatre in the city. Afterwards, I would be expected to go with him to
his hotel room, perhaps to spend the weekend in his company.

"The man's name is Phil Brandon, and he is known to us, so you need
not fear for your safety." Dora said. "I know you have been feeling a
little glum lately but I'm sure you will have a nice time with him."

After lunch I was sent up to the beauty parlour for a bath and to have
my hair done. My hair was partially pinned up on top of my head with a
part braided and left to hang down my back. I had a little make up
applied, then I was given some nice clothes to put on. The dress was
black, cut low in front to show plenty of cleavage, floor length with
a slit up one side to just below my hip. Sequins sparkled on the front
outlining the shape of a butterfly. I slipped my feet into the shoes,
three inch heels with thin straps over my foot and around my ankle. My
spirits were lifted when I looked at myself in the mirror. I was
served a light supper in the cafeteria as some of the other girls
gathered around, telling me how great I looked. Then I went down to
wait for my date in the lobby of the building.

The clothes that I had been given were starting to have an effect on
me. Under the dress I was wearing a black lace bra that was so light I
barely felt it, yet it held my firm breasts in a loving embrace,
highlighting them to perfection. The matching silk panties and the
garter holding up black silk stockings completed the ensemble. I had
seen the flash of my ankle bangles through the slit in the dress as I
had strutted in front of the mirror upstairs, the bright metal over
the darkness of the stockings winking with every step I took. I put on
the gloves, rolling them up to my elbows under my bracelets as I
waited. The receptionist at the front desk smiled at me and I smiled
back, beginning to feel much better about myself.

After a while I saw a car drive up to the front of the building and
park. I watched a tall man get out and walk up the steps. The
receptionist stood up when he came in, walking over to introduce us.
I had a small bag with a change of clothes in it which he picked up,
then he took my arm and we went to the car where he opened the door
for me. He put my bag in the trunk before getting in the other side.
He started the car and told me that we would be picking up another
couple, friends of his, before heading for the theatre.

Mr.Brandon looked to be around early thirties in age, slim build and
quite handsome. He would glance at me sitting beside him, and smile
warmly as he drove, once brushing the backs of his fingers up my arm,
telling me how nice I looked. We stopped at a hotel in the city where
he told me to wait in the car while he went inside to find the other
couple. He soon returned, introducing his friends as Sue and Peter as
they climbed into the back seat. We made small talk during the ride to
the theatre and I noticed a slight unease in Sue, the other woman in
the car. Sue and Peter, they told me, had been married for nearly
seventeen years now. Peter worked as an investment counsellor for some
very wealthy clients. Phil Brandon said he owned an import export
business dealing mainly with electronic communication systems. Sue
said she didn't work, just kept house for Peter.

When we arrived at the theatre an attendant held the door open for us
ladies. I saw many people there with beautiful clothes on, standing
outside or going into the theatre. The building was old but had been
beautifully restored to it's former glory, the craftsmanship of old
highlighted by subtle modern touches. Phil led our group straight in,
finding our seats down near the front of the stage. The play was a
comedy, uproariously funny, the talented actors having the audience in
tears before the end of the first act. The ambience of the place
brought back fond memories of the plays and dances I was a part of as
a young girl back in Banglore, the actors working hard to an
appreciative audience.

After the play was finished the three of us waited outside while Phil
brought the car around. Then we drove to a quiet restaurant for
something to eat. Our conversations continued through the meal and,
although I wasn't trying to impress, I was able to add to the things
that were being discussed. I noticed Mr.Brandon seemed appreciative of
my additions to the talk around our table. I had removed my gloves for
the meal, carefully rolling them to put them in the little purse I
had. Several times I noticed Sue looking at the bangles around my
wrists. I brought my feet together once, letting the ones there clink
together, just to see her reaction. I thought I saw that she would
look at Peter, almost as if she was asking his permission if she could
reach out to touch me. No, I thought, I was just imagining that.

After dinner we all got into the car again, the two men in front and
Sue and I in the back seat. It was during the ride back that she did
reach over to take one of my bangles in her fingers, turning it on my
wrist, feeling it's weight. She said that they were nice and asked
where I had got them. As I began telling the story, Peter turned to
look back at me. "I have had the ones on my ankles for fifteen years
now," I began, "these," holding up my hands, "for ten. They are a
carbide steel alloy, hardened to resist scratching, and after my hands
and feet grew bigger I haven't been able to take them off." I could
barely suppress a giggle as Peter's jaw had actually dropped after
that last statement. "They are rather nice, don't you think?" I added.

They were nice, it was agreed. We drove the rest of the way in
silence, Peter and Sue seemingly lost in dream land. At their hotel
Mr.Brandon said he would call them tomorrow and we would get together
again. They said it was nice to meet me. As Peter shook my hand his
fingers found my bangle, touching it as if to verify the reality of
it, before I got in the front seat and we drove off. Phil took my hand
as we drove, telling me that he thought I had made a favourable
impression on his friends, and on him too. His finger stroked across
my bangle. I brought my other hand over, shifting my feet at the same
time. I placed my hand over his, my wrist bangles clinking together a
second after the ones on my feet did. That sound always sends a tingle
up my spine and I saw it have a similar effect on Phil, the vehicle
swerving slightly as he fought his emotions. He looked at me warmly.
"Nearly there." he said.

His hotel was outside of the city, beside a small lake. We drove
around the main building and along a road leading to some small cabins
along the shore line. He stopped at the last cabin on the road,
turning off the motor and getting out to open my door for me. He
pulled my bag from the trunk and we walked to the cabin. The inside
was nice, big windows looking out over the blackness of the lake. Phil
switched on the light and closed the curtains, pointing out the
bathroom if I wanted to change. Phil was fixing some drinks at the
counter as I pulled the gown over my head and lay it across a chair in
the corner. I turned as he was walking towards me, the drinks in his
hands. He stopped to devour me with his eyes as I stood in the sexy
under things I had on. Then he put down the glasses to take me in his
arms, holding my body close while his lips found mine.

It was several minutes before he broke the embrace to hand me a glass
and begin taking off his suit. I sat on the bed to take off my shoes
and stockings, looking up once or twice to see if that was what he
wanted me to do. He just smiled at me and soon we were both naked,
laying together on the bed. We cuddled and touched for a while before
he said that something was missing. Mr.Brandon got up and went to his
suitcase by the window. He reached in and pulled out a set of
handcuffs, holding them up so I could see. They gleamed in the dim
light of the room. I felt a grin spread across my lips as he came back
to the bed. He had me roll over onto my stomach to hook one cuff
through my two wrist bangles behind my back. The ratatat of the cuff
locking down on my bangles loud, in the quiet room. He brought my legs
up to connect my ankle bangles together with the other cuff. Then he
sat back to watch my reaction.

When Phil had reached into his suitcase and I saw the handcuffs in his
hand the familiar heat had started in the pit of my stomach, quickly
spreading through out my body. When he asked me to roll over I did so,
placing my hands behind me. I had known about handcuffs, that they
could be used on wrists and on ankles, but with the bangles we all
wore they were not as useful with us, the noise from our bangles
clanking against them more of a distraction than anything. Phil's use
of them to connect my bangles together was a novel idea, something
that had surprised me. When he lifted my feet and I felt him hook the
other cuff to my ankle bangles I had closed my eyes, reveling in the
feelings as my feet were drawn together, the clicking of the cuff
closing sending shivers up my back.

I lay on my stomach, twisting my wrists inside my bangles, loosing
myself in the sensations of this new turn of events. I could reach out
with my fingers along the short chain to the cuff through my ankle
bangles, holding my feet so closely to my hands. I pushed on the tops
of my feet, pressing them into my ass and rubbing them across it. I
let go of my feet to let them spring up, the chain snapping tight and
all of my bangles digging into me. I rolled over onto my side, opening
my eyes to see Mr.Brandon sitting on the bed, watching me. I caught
sight of my nipples, hard berries sticking straight out from the ends
of my tits. Mr.Brandon's cock was at half mast, twitching slightly
while his eyes roved over me.. I inched my way closer to him, bringing
up my knee to rub it across his hip. He finally began to touch me
then, bringing one hand to my breasts, the other to rub up and down my
thigh.

I crossed my ankles and parted my thighs when I felt his hand press
between them. I was, by this time, so wet down there. He drew his
finger through the slit, feeling the slickness there and smiled at me.
His other hand continued to torment my nipples, super sensitive now
from his rubbing and gentle pinching of them. Bound as I was, there
was nothing I could do except lay there and enjoy his hands as they
brought me to the peak of ecstasy. I wanted to feel his cock, standing
proudly in his lap, so close yet so far from my limited reach. I was
bucking my hips against his hand now, letting out a low moan each time
he would twist a nipple or pinch a little harder. Suddenly all the
sensations stopped. I clamped my thighs tight on the hand that wasn't
there now.

I looked to see Mr. Brandon getting the keys to the handcuffs. This
can't be ending now, I thought as he bent over me to unlock my hands.
He pushed me onto my back, then pulled on the handcuff, drawing my
feet up, to connect my wrists again in front of me this time. I saw
him toss the keys in the air, followed their arc as they landed in his
open suitcase on the other side of his room. He got on his knees
before me, spreading his legs wide and moving closer, his knees on
each side of my hips. He bent down, crushing my feet and hands tightly
against me, to lock his mouth to mine in a long and passionate kiss. I
could feel his throbbing cock pressing against me and I used my
fingers to push it down slightly, guiding it into me.

Phil gave a little gasp as his cock slid into my wet pussy and he
raised himself up off me. He started rocking his hips, driving in
deeper with each thrust. He lifted my legs straight up, my hands
following my feet, and wrapped his arm around my thighs to pull us
closer together. His other hand found the chain between the handcuffs,
gripping it tightly, pulling up slightly to keep tension on my arms.
More urgent, more forceful, his thrusting was becoming. I saw him, his
eyes closed tightly, bring his face around the side of my foot and
take the bangle between his teeth, his tongue snaking around it, then
reaching out to lick my ankle underneath it.

I lost it then when I saw my bangle clamped between his teeth and felt
him licking my ankle. I began to cum like a train wreck, harder and
longer then I thought I ever had. Mr.Brandon pulled the cuffs closer
to him, raising me up a little to drive himself harder into me, then
shook, as he released his cum deep inside me. He pulled back once or
twice, then slammed back into me as wave after wave of pleasure
flooded through us both. After what seemed like a long time he
released his grip on the chain and my legs to let us both slump back
and come down from that incredible rush.

Phil stretched out beside me and I rolled over onto my side, facing
away from him so he could snuggle close to my body. Soon a big pool of
sticky wetness had formed on the bed between us which Phil wiped up
with his under shorts retrieved from the floor. We lay together for a
while as he toyed with my hands, my bangles still locked to my feet
with the handcuffs. I could feel him pressed close to me, getting hard
again. Phil reached down to place his cock at my opening, then pushing
himself slowly in. The handcuffs which held my feet up and my hands
between my legs were in between Phil's knees, clamped tightly there,
keeping me unable to move. Slowly he began moving in and out of me,
the sweet sensations building once more to the creciendo of another
crashing orgasm in us both.

It was later on, after we had lain together for a while enjoying the
after effects of our lovemaking, that Phil released the cuffs from my
bangles to let me go clean up a little. We then sat at the table
overlooking the inky blackness of the lake, sipping glasses of a sweet
tasting liqueur before retiring to the bed for the night. Phil asked
if he could put the cuffs on me for the night but I said that they
would rattle a lot and keep us awake. I dug in the bottom of my purse
and found two small brass padlocks, the ones that Lisa had bought for
me and I had brought along. Phil put the keys on the table, then
locked the bangles on my hands and on my feet together. He cuddled
close to me as we slept on the bed that night in the quiet cabin by
the lake.

The next morning Phil awakened me with a smile and unlocked the locks
holding my hands and feet. He asked me to take a shower while he
ordered us some breakfast. My shower finished, I heard room service
knock and Mr.Brandon let him in while I was brushing out my hair.
When I heard the man leave I opened the bathroom door to go to the
table near the window where Phil was setting out the food. I was
wearing nothing but my bangles and a smile when I sat down, a fact
that didn't go unnoticed by Mr.Brandon. We sat at the table eating,
watching little boats out on the lake. Phil told me that some friends
of his were hosting a party that night that I might like to go to. He
said that I would fit in well with the type of crowd that would be
there. Peter and Sue would be there, and he would like me to accompany
him.

I, of course, said that I would be pleased to attend the party with
him so he said we would have to go shopping for an outfit for me as it
was a kind of costume party. While we sat at the table Mr.Brandon told
me a little about himself. The business he owned was located in
California, in the San Joaquin valley where he lived, with branches in
Taiwan, China and Thailand. He travelled once a year to visit the
other offices and factories where most of the components were
produced. He was not married, having not yet found a girl who could
enjoy the kind of lifestyle he liked. The business had taken a lot of
his time before, but now it was secure enough that he could take more
time for himself, to enjoy life a little more.

He told me that he had joined with a group of people in California
that shared the kinds of erotic pleasures that he was interested in.
"You seemed comfortable with the situation I placed you in last night,
Nissa, when we were making love. I was pleased how well you handled
it. This party tonight is being hosted by someone from the group, now
living here in India. It is a fetish party where couples can come to
act out fantasies in a safe and accepting environment. I hope that you
still want to go."

I told Mr.Brandon that I would very much like him to take me to the
party. We put on some clothes and went out to the car to go and get
some things for me to wear that night. Phil drove into the city,
stopping at a big open market. We walked around looking at the clothes
and jewelry that was for sale. There were a few stalls selling leather
goods and at one booth the man had some rather interesting things. I
picked up a kind of vest thing that was made from black leather straps
and silver buckles. I held it up to me as Phil looked on, a smile
spreading across his lips.

Phil walked me to the back of the vendor's stall where there was a
curtain strung up for people to try on the clothes. He helped me to
put on the vest, more of a harness really. The leather straps were
about an inch wide and quite soft against my skin. There were buckles
and rings everywhere.. It took us a while to figure out how it went,
but after everything was adjusted and tightened the effect the garment
had was astounding. Two large silver rings, similar to my bangles,
went over and around my breasts. There were patches made from woven
leather strips that fit on these rings to cover my breasts. Phil said
that I had to have it and I agreed, the sight of the soft leather
straps crossing my chest and down my back with the gleaming buckles
was having an effect on the both of us.. We found a short, soft, black
leather skirt that went nicely with the vest and Mr.Brandon paid the
man, thanking him for having such fine merchandise.

At another stall Phil bought me a silver chain for around my neck and
another that fit around my waist. I had, besides the heels, a pair of
open sandals which I now wore and I asked if they would be all right
but he said that I wouldn't need shoes for this party. He found a
simple white cotton wrap dress that would serve to cover my outfit
until we reached the party. Then we stopped at a vendor for some
lunch. Mr.Brandon asked me to order the food since he admitted he
didn't really know what everything was. I asked him if he liked hot
and spicy and we settled on a mix of several things that the booth
served.

We sat in a nearby park to eat, the food fresh and delicious. Then we
returned to the car to drive back to the hotel room. We both were
eager to have me model the outfit so I stripped and Phil helped me
into the vest, adjusting and tightening the straps until it hugged me
wonderfully. The skirt had what seemed like extra strong loops where
the belt went through and we discovered that my bracelets could be
attached with the two locks that I had brought. We also found out that
the webbed parts that fastened to the rings around my breasts had
snaps so they could be removed, leaving the fronts of my tits exposed.

All this time Mr.Brandon's pants were becoming increasingly tight on
him so he helped me out of the skirt, leaving my harness in place,
then pushed me down on the bed and made frantic love to me.

You must have noticed by now that I am having trouble whether I should
be calling Phil Brandon as Phil or Mr.Brandon. There were several
times he had confused me when he would ask me if I wanted something or
if I felt O.K with something. Then there were other times, like now,
he pushed me down on the bed, quickly stripped off his pants, then got
on top of me to push himself forcefully into me and slammed himself
into me until we both came together in a great flood of released
emotion. During the shopping trip I had known he would love to see me
in the harness as soon as I laid eyes on it, yet he had asked me
several times if I liked it, would I feel comfortable wearing it to
the party. The silver chains I now wore around my neck and waist he
had picked off a table, clipped them on me right there, and paid the
vendor without asking me anything.

That is what I needed, what I want. To have decisions made for me, and
to have a trust that those decisions won't cause me too much
unhappiness or bring some harm to me. More and more I began to hope
that Phil, Mr.Brandon would be the man to take me and give me the life
I had been wishing for for so long.

After our lovemaking much of the urgency had been satisfied and we
relaxed for a few hours before getting ready for the party. I wore the
white gown over the black leather skirt and vest, some of the straps
and the metal rings around my breasts just barely visible at the vee
neck of the dress. Again Phil gave me a choice, to keep the webbed
coverings on my breasts or leave them here in the room. I finally just
said to him "You decide."

He lifted my gown up and I held it for him as he undid the snaps that
held the coverings to the rings. Before I dropped the dress down he
undid the chain around my waist to then put it over top of the gown,
drawing the material around my waist, accenting my figure and adding
to the overall look. He put the two coverings in his suitcase, then
phoned Peter at his hotel. I heard him say we would go out for some
supper before swinging by to pick them up around eight or so.

As I followed Phil out to the car I started to notice that with the
rings around my breasts pushing them out and up, and without the
webbed coverings on, my nipples were rubbing on the front of the dress
I had on. When we were seated in the car he looked at me, letting his
gaze drop to my chest. I saw him looking at my nipples which had
become two stiff points, pushing at the front of my gown. He gave me a
grin and with what I could only describe as a low, sadistic chuckle,
he started the car and we were off.

I am sure that Phil chose the bumpiest route to the night club where
we had supper, my breasts bouncing in the confining vest, rubbing my
nipples against the cotton gown. I nearly came from the stimulation
before we got there. When I got out of the car he put his arm around
me and, noticing the flush on my face and chest, I'm sure, whispered
in my ear, "Not yet, my pet. The night is young."

My pet. Interesting choice of words, I thought, as we entered the club
and found a table in the back. The night club was about half full with
people eating or dancing on the big dance floor a few steps down from
the tables around it. I noticed the waiter as he took our order
looking down the front of my dress after seeing the shiny rings around
my breasts peeking out the top. Mr.Brandon caught him looking too but
said nothing, just grinned at me. I shifted on my seat, asking the
waiter about something on the menu, giving him a better look down my
dress. I heard Phil give a short laugh when he realised what I was
doing.

While waiting for the food we danced for a few songs, Phil holding me
tightly against him. I could feel his hands on my back, under my hair,
tracing the straps of the harness and feeling the chain around my
waist. My nipples were still under torment, the steel rings gripping
around my breasts holding them up, making them stick straight out. I
knew that he knew what was going on under the front of my gown, his
warm smiles telling me that he was enjoying watching me deal with it.

When we saw the food arrive we went back to the table. Phil had asked
me to choose the meal, something light he said as there would be
snacks served at the party later. They had, what I thought was the
best tandoori chicken I had ever tasted. With a bean curry and a fresh
salad the meal was quite pleasing, he told me. We sat and talked
after, the ever attentive waiter filling the teapot or asking if we
wanted anything else. Finally it was time to go. Phil drove us to the
hotel to pick up his friends.

Sue was wearing a short coat when she got into the car. I had read
about parties like the one we were going to but I really had no idea
what was going to happen there. We arrived at the house, an old
mansion along a winding road. The house was behind a stone wall with
big iron gates at the front, and up on a slight hill. Phil parked
where an attendant showed him and we all got out. I watched as Sue
took off her jacket and put it in the car. She was wearing a french
maid's costume complete with the little lace hat which she pinned on
top of her head. When she turned to put the coat in the car I saw the
back of the outfit wasn't there. The garters holding her stockings
framed her naked bum. From the garter at her waist on up, her back was
bare. I looked at Mr.Brandon who gave me a little nod.

After undoing the chain around my waist I gathered up the hem of my
gown and pulled it up over my head. Peter was left speechless. Sue
said she liked my outfit and asked where I got it. As I clipped the
silver chain back around my bare waist I told her of our finding it in
the market this morning. I put the gown in the car and kicked off my
sandals, leaving them there too. As we walked along to the house I
could only have faith in Phil, that the spectacle I was presenting
would be acceptable for this party.  When we got to the front door,
and then inside, my worries were put to rest as I saw people in more
bizarre costumes than mine or Sue's.

Not just the women there, but men too were wearing strange things. I
saw a few men, some even on hands and knees, naked except for shackles
and collars, being led by leashes by their mistresses. The bartender
had a heavy metal band around his hips with a piece down between his
legs and up the back, his cock and balls securely locked away. Phil
and Peter got us drinks, then we went around the big house, talking
with people and seeing ever more unusual things. I was introduced to
the host, a big hairy man named Carl, and his partner, another big
hairy man. Bears, I was told, a nickname for big gay men with a lot of
body hair. They both wore leather outfits, shorts with a harness
similar to the one I had on, except for the rings that encircled my
breasts. Carl twirled me around to get the full effect, enchanted with
my long hair and also the bangles I wore. Phil saved me from further
gropings by Carl when he pulled me away to get us more drinks.

The house was a maze of huge ballrooms and dining halls, with many
small, cozily furnished rooms where people had gathered to chat or
make out. In one of the big rooms a live band played while the guests
danced and mingled. The group was very good, a nice mix of old rock
and roll combined with slow love songs. A couple of other local girls
and myself were organised to do, what turned out to be a quite erotic
and sensuous dance while a couple from the band and another man
accompanied us. The other two had training in the temple dances of the
south and after a brief run through we took the stage and managed to
do quite well, dispite the spontaneity of it and our rather bizarre
costumes. Phil said that I danced well and everyone had enjoyed the
show we had put on.

I hadn't seen Peter or Sue for some time now. It was early morning
before we found them again. On the top floor was a room with seating
like in a theatre. Phil and I went in. Up on the stage at the end was
a kind of platform. The room was dark except for one spotlight
highlighting an apparatus on the platform and the woman strapped to
it. She let out a scream as the man behind brought a thin stick down
on her naked bum. The woman was Sue, and the man beating her was
Peter.

Phil and I stood in back watching the show his friends were putting
on. The room was full of people, silently watching. The crack of the
thin stick loud, Sue's yell louder in the room. I noticed Phil
glancing at me from time to time, trying to gauge my reaction to the
scene on the stage. He must have, I thought, noticed my exposed
nipples had gotten hard as stones again. If he had put his hand on my
pussy he would have felt the wetness gathering there, since I had no
panties under the short skirt I was wearing.

A final swish, crack, and Sue was left sobbing on the apparatus, her
session over. Peter and another man loosened the ropes and buckles
which held her, then Peter helped her off the stage to a hearty round
of applause from the audience. There was a pause in the action. I
looked at Phil. He stared intently at me. He took my hand and started
to lead me down to the front of the room.

My excitement built as we passed the people sitting there, waiting for
the next act. It was me who would be that next act. The man on the
stage noticed us moving closer and brightened, speaking into a
microphone to introduce us. I stepped up onto the stage ahead of Phil,
walking calmly up to the M.C. He asked me my name and held the mic to
me as I said "Nissa." I heard, as in a dream, the applause and a few
appreciative whistles. The man led me to the platform.

On the platform was a narrow padded bench held up by an A shaped frame
at each end. At the base of the legs on one end were two leather pads,
for me to kneel on. Further back from the pads was a board with two
holes that were padded inside, for my ankles. The top half of that
board was lifted off it's pegs. Phil told me to take off my skirt. I
undid the belt and let my skirt drop to the floor, then stepped up and
knelt on the pads. The top part of the apparatus came to just below my
waist.

My ankles were positioned in the holes in the board and the top piece
was pushed down over them. I looked back as I heard the catches snap
closed, locking my feet in place, leaving them hanging at the edge of
the platform. The man handed two straps to Phil and they buckled them
around my thighs and the legs of the bench, one near my knee and one
higher up, near my crotch.. I lay down along the bench. It narrowed
where my breasts went, supporting my chest but comfortable between, my
breasts and the metal rings around them hanging free on each side. The
end of the bench split in two to support my head but not to press on
my face. I watched as the leather wrist cuffs were unlocked, my
bangles used instead by simply locking them to the ring bolts on the
legs of the frame near the floor. My hair was gathered up and let fall
on the side of my head away from the audience. Another wide strap was
buckled around my body, under my armpits to further hold me down on
the bench.

Mr.Brandon knelt in front of my bound body. I could sense the
excitement in him, in myself, in everyone in the room. He asked me in
a low voice how I wanted it.

"I can make this easy, we can put on a good show," he said to me in a
hushed whisper, "or we can get more serious about it, as serious as
you want. It is up to you."

I looked up at his face. "Please, just don't leave any permanent
marks." I said.

After a moment he said, "This is going to hurt."

"I expect it will." I replied.

I watched a tender look of pride come over his face as he reached out
to stroke my cheek. The master of ceremonies, who was standing nearby
and had heard our exchange asked me if I wanted a gag.

A gag? "Yes please." I heard myself say.

The man went to a table in the darkened rear of the stage, returning
with a red rubber ball gag that he pushed into my mouth behind my
teeth and buckled the strap at the back of my neck. He bent to me and
said, so Phil and I could hear, "If you want to stop, Nissa, If you
are in trouble, pull your hands out three times, so we hear the locks
bang on the rings. That is your safe word. I'll be watching and
listening for your signal. Do you understand? Try it now, please."

I pulled my hands outwards three times, the locks banging against the
rings and my bracelets clearly heard. I shook my head, yes, then
settled my face in the padded opening of the bench and waited.

Master went to the table in the back of the stage, returning with his
choice from the instruments there. He stood in front of my bound form,
his arms up, displaying the paddle he had selected to the audience,
between his hands as a magician would display a prop. Master stepped
in front of me to hold the paddle low, so I could see it. It was about
fourteen inches long, tapered at one end to form a leather wrapped
handle. The business end was straight, four inches wide, rounded and
slightly tapered on the edges. He spun the paddle between his fingers
and slashed the air before me a few times, getting the feel of it in
his hand. The reflection of the spotlight above off the polished wood
flashed hypnotically in my eyes.

Master walked behind me to stand at the rear of the apparatus, near my
defenseless bum. He gently ran the hard wood over my ass cheeks from
the bottom of my back to the tops of my thighs where the upper straps
were. I felt the wood leave, then come down on my bum with a loud
crack. He started slow, wacking me not too hard at first, picking his
spots and smacking my bum all over with the paddle, warming it to the
onslaught that was to come. The blows started to get harder, the
stinging smacks igniting a fire in my loins. I could tilt my hips a
little, wiggle my feet a bit. I could move my head around and flap my
arms a bit. Everything else was strapped tightly to the bench. I could
only grunt around the ball in my mouth.

My bum was burning now, each blow from the paddle sending a tingle
racing up my spine. I tried to pull up my legs. I couldn't move them
at all. I tried to reach back with my hands, the locks snapping tight
against my bracelets. I strained and shook, the smacks still landing
with stinging regularity. My body tensed and I shook with the first
orgasm, my mind overtaken with the helplessness of my situation.

As I came back to reality I sensed a pause in the action. I opened my
eyes to see the M.C. looking at me, concerned. While I had been
thrashing my arms he must have thought I had given the signal to stop.
I shook my hands rattling the locks. I shook my head, no. I was in
pain but I had not reached my limit. The whipping I had received tied
to the trees at training school had hurt more, had been all over my
body, not just my bum. Besides, I did trust Mr.Brandon and I wanted to
play this session out to it's end. For Him. For Master.

The M.C. announced that it was just a little miscommunication and that
the show would continue. Master went to the table and I turned my head
to watch him. He stripped off his shirt and tie, kicked off his shoes
and socks. In the dim light I saw him handle several items, then
choose one and return to the circle of light. He held the item up to
the audience. There was a roar of approval, filling the room. I sensed
that many more people had crowded into the room than there was before.
Master laid the whip over my head, the strips of leather across my
face, letting me inhale the scent of oiled and well worn leather. It
was a traditional cat-O-nine tails, although I didn't bother to count.

Master undid the buckles on my harness, letting the straps hang down
off the bench under me, bareing my back. He pushed his hand under my
belly to turn and unhook the silver chain, letting it hang down too.
He left the cat over my head and went to the table again, returning
with a stick and a chair. He sat in the chair and poked the stick at
the soles of my feet, tickling and scratching them. I could not move
my feet with the stocks holding my ankles tightly in place in their
padded grip. I could wriggle my toes and twist my feet a bit,
otherwise they were helpless against the torment from that stick. Just
when I felt I could take no more tickling my soles were assaulted with
a barrage of blows from the stick, master whipping the bottoms of my
tender feet with it.

As fast as it had started, it stopped, leaving me screaming against
the ball in my mouth, biting down hard on it. Master threw the stick
aside, shoved the chair out of the way and plucked the whip from off
my head. Seconds after the strokes stopped on my feet a new pain
sparkled across my back as the strips of leather slashed across it.
Master moved around my bound form bringing the whip down hard on my
back, my ass, my legs. Everywhere there was some exposed flesh the
thin strips delivered their stinging fire.

As much as I could I writhed with the agony of each blow. I started to
experience the sensation of leaving my body, of floating upwards. This
time I better understood what was happening and I let the feelings
take me, up, to where the spotlight was hanging over me. I saw myself,
bound tightly to the bench, Master, walking calmly around the circle
of light, slashing down with the whip. I could see as well as feel the
stripes that the whip was making on my skin.

Then, quite suddenly, I was drawn back into myself to encounter the
power of a massive orgasm which was surging through out my body. I
shook from the forces that crashed through me. I don't know if I had
inadvertently given the safeword while I thrashed against my bonds, or
if master had realised what was happening to me, the flood of juices
running down my thighs, staining the straps around them, a rather
obvious clue. The whipping had stopped. I came back to thunderous
applause and cheers from the audience. I felt the gag being unbuckled
and the ball was eased from my mouth. I turned my head and looked out
at the room. The lights had come on and I saw people from the party,
packed into the room, standing and cheering the show master and I had
given them. I managed a weak smile which brought an intensification of
the cheers and applause.

Master appeared in front of me, taking my head gently, turning it to
face him. He looked deep into my eyes, his face a mixture of warm
tenderness and fierce pride. He held my head, stroking my cheeks while
the master of ceremonies went around unlocking and unbuckling the
bondage which had held me in it's unrelenting embrace. Master helped
me up, held me while I stood on shaky legs amid another round of
thunderous applause and cheers. I was walked to the side of the stage
where cool wet cloths were applied to the back of me, all over. I was
helped into an adjoining room where I was lain face down on a bed as
more of the soft, soothing cloths were applied, the slight antiseptic
smell making my nose twitch. Master never left my side, gently
stroking my head, telling me how wonderful I was.

After a while the cloths were lifted carefully from me and a cream was
applied, gently daubed on by Master and another person. My ass
especially started to sting more at the touch of the cream but Master
soothed me, telling me that I would feel better in a few minutes and
my marks will heal quicker. I did start to feel better as the cream
was absorbed into my tender flesh. Carl, our host, had come into the
room and was shaking Phil's hand. "Another fine performance, Phil,
Best I have ever seen." and to me, "You were wonderful, Nissa,
absolutely divine." The big man stroked my hair tenderly. "Phil here
is one of the best, you know. You stood up to it very well, my dear."

Peter and Sue came in. Sue's bum still had a rosy glow to it, but she
sat down on the bed beside me and asked how I was doing. By this time
some of the pain had left me and I managed to raise myself a bit as
she carefully put her arms around me, gently hugging me. Drinks came
up from downstairs, a plate of food was set next to me. I felt like a
queen being pampered and congratulated by all the people who came and
went from the room. Sue helped me stand and walk to the mirror on the
closet door. I turned and looked at my back, down my legs. Phil was
indeed a skilled whip master. The countless red stripes which criss-
crossed my back and the backs of my legs were laid out in an almost
draftsman like precision. My bum had a bright red overall glow. There
was no bleeding, only a few raised welts which I was told would heal
completely in a week or so.

Phil said that we should go. My cotton gown had been retrieved from
the car, along with Sue's jacket. The outfit I had worn to the party
was in a bag which Phil carried. The waist chain sparkled around his
neck, hanging down across his chest, his shirt open in front. Our
group made it's way downstairs, guests gently reaching to touch Sue's
and my arm as we passed, wishing us well. Outside, birds were singing
in the gray light of dawn. The car had been brought to the front and
Sue and I got in the back seat. Sue's bum was not as sore as mine so I
lay down, my head in her lap with my weight on my side as we drove to
Peter's hotel.

Peter suggested that we all come up to their room to sleep. There were
two big beds and a couch there. Sue and I took one bed, Phil was
offered the other and Peter took the big couch.

I awoke sometime that evening to find Sue snuggled closely behind me.
Her arm was around my waist and her leg was over mine. When I moved
she started, then rolled over onto her back. I rolled over to face
her, feeling only a slight twinge from my bum when I slid across the
sheets. I said good morning as she opened her eyes.

The men were still passed out so Sue and I held each other and cuddled
a bit before Peter stirred and looked over at us. Sue and I, both
nude, kissed each other and hugged while Peter watched. Then he got up
and crossed over to lay behind his wife to stroke up and down her back
with his hands. I went to Phil and gently shook him awake. I said that
they might be worried about me back at the trading company. He said
that we should call and he would tell them he would be returning with
me tomorrow, since it was getting late.

Phil made the call from the room as I listened in. He got through to
Dora and he explained about the party which had gone on all night, and
about the whipping that I had received there. Dora asked to speak to
me and I told her that I was all right, that Mr.Brandon had taken good
care of me. Before he rang off he asked if the head administrator
could see him around noon, when we would arrive. The little wink Phil
gave me made my heart skip a beat.

Peter ordered room service and we had a wonderful feast before Phil
and I left to go back to his hotel. He stopped to pick up some wine
before driving to the cottage beside the lake. It was when we were
sitting at the table, sipping the wine that he told me how he felt
about me, that he had fallen deeply in love with me and he would be
honoured and proud to have me as his wife.

Phil said that I showed him that I was someone who would give him the
kind of relationship that he had wanted, had needed for so long. I was
someone that could give the ultimate gift, that of ones self,
something that was more precious than anything else. "It is a gift
that I would cherish until the end of time." he said.

I wept, I was so touched by Phil's words. "Oh, yes, master." I said
through the tears, "I am yours to do with as you please."

We stood and he hugged me to him tightly. "My beautiful Nissa." he
whispered in my ear, "You are mine and mine alone, forever more."

Later on we took our glasses of wine and walked along the shore of the
lake, stopping to sit on the grass and hold each other, looking up at
the stars. Phil took my chain from his neck and put it around my waist
again. He hooked his fingers through it and the one around my neck,
pulling on them. "These chains," he said, "serve to bind you to me.
They represent the unbroken love I have for you."

He looked so solemn I had to laugh. "Yes, Master." I said. That got
him to smile and then I jumped on top of him. We lay on the grassy
shore of the lake long into the night, laughing and kissing, exploring
each other's bodies with our hands like it was the first time. Then we
went back to the cabin to the big bed where we slept together, master
first putting Lisa's locks at my wrists and ankles and pocketing the
keys with the heart shaped pendant hanging from the ring.

We headed back to Pune in the morning, arriving at the trading company
building just before noon. I was asked to wait in the lobby while the
receptionist showed Phil into the head administrators office. It was
only ten minutes later that I was told to go upstairs and say my
goodbyes, that I would be leaving with Phil that afternoon. I went
around saying goodbye to all my friends there. The other girls, and
Dora wished me the best of luck in my new life. After I had gathered
my few belongings, Dora took me down to the administrator's office.
Mr.Brandon stood when I entered and gave me a hug.

The administrator said that the financial arrangements had not yet
been completed but that an exception was to be made for us and I could
leave now if I wanted to. Phil explained that he would need to sell
off most of his company, and also his house in California, to meet the
commitment for me. When I looked up there were tears in my eyes. Phil
said that all that he owned meant nothing if he couldn't have me, and
not to worry.

"I don't think you would like California, Nissa." Phil said. "And to
be honest, I am a little tired of it now. Carl moved here five years
ago and he and his friend seem quite happy here. This is a big and
beautiful country and I think I would like living here too."

The administrator shook my hand, and Phil's. "You two make a fine
couple," he said, "And I am happy for you both. I wish you the best of
luck."

He walked us out to the car. As we drove away I reached out my hand
and Phil took it, glancing lovingly at me as he drove. That he was
willing to give up everything for me made me realise how much I meant
to him. We dropped off the rental car at the airport, then boarded the
plane for the flight to his home.

Master sold off most of his company and his nice car and big house in
the valley. He was able to pay the fee for me within six months. He
retained a small micro chip foundry and an assembly plant in Thailand
which he visits from time to time. We have a nice house on the coast
in Kerala state, just north of Cochin, which I felt right at home in
the minute I saw it. Master is quite happy living here too, the hustle
and fast life of California forgotten, for the slower, more relaxed
way of life here.

            --=--

I have lived with Master for four years now. We are both so very happy
in our nice house by the sea. A few months ago we went to another
fetish party at Carl's house. I wore the same outfit as last time, the
nipple covers on, for the start of the party. This time Carl and I had
time to organize a dance show with seven other girls from a local
dance studio. The girls and I put on a wonderful show for the guests,
two of the more erotic temple dances and a very sensuous belly dance
number. Later on I watched as Master put the whip to a lovely little
blond girl in the room upstairs while the guests cheered him on. Her
screams filled the room as she came and came, charged with the power
of Master's domination of her. I was bursting with pride standing near
him as he tended to her wounds afterwards in the room next door, and
later, as he talked to friends from California who had come all this
way just to see him work.

Master still puts me under the whip from time to time. Not often, but
when he thinks I want it, or need it. I have total trust in Master,
I know that he will never hurt me, never really bad I mean.

Master's business is doing very well again. He is off to secure some
new contracts in the Philippines and in Australia now. He said that he
expects to return at the end of this week. This journal has taken me
longer than I thought it would. I will post this part tonight, and I
hope that he has time to read it, and that he was pleased with my
efforts.

To my darling master, my life. All my love:  Nissa.