Part 2
After restoring myself, I was rested and ready enough to start
putting Ann through her paces. I returned to the dungeon with
a bottle of water and a bucket of ice. Ann was again trying to
free her hands. "You're quite persistent, Sextoy", I said.
She looked up at me, not angrily, but quite resolutely, and said
"My name is Anneri. You may call me Ann. You may call me 'your
Sextoy', but I have a name, even here".
"A notion of which I will have to disabuse you. But there's time
for that". It seemed Ann wanted to resist. That suited me, but
we weren't going to fight when she wanted to or on the issues she
was prepared to fight about; there would be plenty of opportunities
to deal with this when she wasn't ready for it. I untied the cords
of her ankle cuffs, then ordered her to stand. She proudly and
defiantly pulled herself up to her full 5'1". I leaned down and
kissed her on the mouth, then kissed my way down her neck to her
breasts, and teased her nipples with my tongue, then took a breast
in each hand, and slowly fondled it. Her open mouth and closed
eyes suggested that her interest in being defiant had abated. I
released her breasts and stepped back. Immediately her eyes
opened, "Please don't stop", she said.
I waved my hand in front of her chest, and said one of my favorite
"three little words" combinations: "Make them bounce".
"What ?"
"It appears this University's standards aren't what they used to be.
Which of those words was a mystery to you ? I will repeat a command
without penalty this one time: MAKE - THEM - BOUNCE".
She looked vaguely ill, but my stern voice and steely gaze, possibly
supplemented by the fact that I had picked up a thin, whippy cane,
had the desired effect, and she began moving her shoulders, sending
ripples through her mammaries. "I said 'BOUNCE'", I told her, and
she increased her efforts, causing her breasts to bounce nicely.
For a few minutes I enjoyed the show as her light brown breasts
danced. "We can do better than that, I think", I said, "Turn
around". When she turned around I took some thin rope and encircled
each elbow, then pulled her elbows together.
"AHHGGH !"
"Hurts, doesn't it ?"
"Yes"
"Yes, what ?", I said, pulling the ropes a little tighter.
"OWW - Yes, sir".
"Master would have been better".
"Please...Master, may I address you differently ?"
"'Master' is objectionable to you ? All right, 'Sir' will suffice;
when we are being formal you'll say "My Lord".
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir".
"Here's a piece of information for you Sextoy. Binding your elbows
like this hurts plenty when its done, and it will hurt when it's
undone as the circulation returns. Now turn around, Sextoy", I said.
Her eyes flashed briefly but she wasn't ready now to fight about it.
Her tits were riding higher now that her elbows were cinched.
"Make them bounce". She started shaking again. "Oh, sir, it hurts",
she said.
The cane swished across her thigh. "EEEYYY", she shrieked.
"That hurt too, didn't it ? Make them bounce", I ordered.
She shook vigorously, and her breasts resumed their dance. I was
switching my gaze between the wonderful action playing across her
chest and the equally delightful expressions playing across her
face as pain and shame and fear and fatigue danced across her visage
while her boobs went every which way. I was waiting for the diamonds
to appear on her face, and when the tears began to fall from her
black eyes, I grabbed her shoulders, then slipped my arms around her
and pulled her to me and held her till she stopped crying.
"You're not done yet, Sextoy. There's more than one way to set
female flesh to jiggling. Kneel on that bench. No, don't sit back,
stay erect from your knees".
I took the cords of her ankle cuffs and tied her ankles together,
then picked her up and set her on her feet. I stepped away from her
and caned her across the buttocks. "OWWW - please sir why sir". The
cane swished twice more.
"AAHHHH - OOOWWWWW"
"The first was for motivation. The last two were for presuming to
question me. 'Your's is not to reason why, your's is just to do and
hope you don't die'. Now hop back and forth across the dungeon until
I order you to stop, and if any words come out of that pretty mouth
I'll give you twenty strokes for each word. Now hop to it !"
Ann started hopping across the dungeon, which didn't cause as much
motion in the mammaries but did set everything in motion. At the
end of the room she twisted about and hopped back the other way.
This was quite pleasant but much too easy for her, so I waited till
she was opposite some padding and then threw her to the ground. I
grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, and slipped a pair of four
inch French heels onto her feet. I was never much good at
coordinating, so I hadn't been able to decide what color went best
with a naked Jamaican, but I figured you can't go wrong with black.
They were a pretty pathetic excuse for high heels, but hopping
around in six inch stilettoes would probably be too much to expect
at this point, and it was important to set hurdles that she could
clear. I put her back on her feet and let her wobble for a bit as
she adjusted to the new distribution of weight, then said "Resume
hopping; there will be severe penalties if you fall", and she
started hopping, more tentatively, not as high or as far or as fast,
so despite the aesthetically favorable redistribution of her weight,
the jiggling was less pronounced. But her obvious fear, especially
on the frequent occasions that she needed to struggle to maintain
her balance, more than made up for it. She made a couple more
circuits, and while she was starting to glisten a bit, it was clear
this hurdle was also too low. "Stop", I ordered.
I loosened the elbow ropes to let the circulation resume.
"AHHHHOWW"
"I told you it would hurt. You've been hopping much too slowly,
and with your elbows loosened there's no excuse for that. Now
start hopping and make it quick". SWISH and the cane struck the
back of her thighs.
"AAAAHHHH !"
"Now, Toy. Speed it up".
She hopped a little faster and jiggled a little more, but this was
getting boring, so I urged her on to faster speeds, following her
back and forth and caning her buns while she shreaked.
"OWWWWW"
"AHHHHH"
"EEEEIII - please sir - ARGH - I'm hopping as faster as I can - OWW"
"OHHH - mercy, please master - YEEP"
"OOWW - PLEASE DON'T HIT ME ANYMORE - AHHHGH !"
Finally she fell, long after I had expected her to. "ON YOUR FEET !",
I shouted.
"I can't, sir !", she said, and I started caning her prostrate form.
"STAND UP"
"I'm tied up, how can I - AAAAGGG"
"DO IT", I ordered, striking her as she rolled around the floor
screaming and crying. Finally she got her back to the wall and her
feet under her managed to push herself up. But as she had rolled
about the floor her shoes had come off.
"Who gave you permission to remove your shoes ?", I demanded.
"I'm sorry, sir it was an accident please forgive me sir, mercy
please sir", Ann said through her tears.
At this I grabbed her by the neck and threw her across my knee as I
sat down and started spanking her sore striped ass swiftly and hard
with my bare hand.
"Please sir I'm sorry sir it hurts so much I won't do it again please
OWW I'm sorry EEE MERCY MASTER PLEASE PLEASE I'M SO SORRY PLEASE
DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE <SOB> PLEEEEESE DADDY I'LL BE GOOD I PROMISE
TO BE GOOD DADDY <SOB>DADDY DON'T HURT ME PLEASE <SOB> I PROMISE TO
BE A GOOD GIRL <SOB>I'LL BE GOOD FROM NOW ON PLEASE <SOB>", she cried
out. By this point she was sobbing too steadily to get out any more
words. I stopped spanking her, and laid Ann down on her side so I
could open the doors to the dungeon, the picked her up, pressing
her head to my chest, and carried the sobbing girl out of the
dungeon and up the stairs to the the playroom, where I laid her on
a bed and removed the restraints and we lay together as I rocked
and cuddled her until the tears subsided and I pressed my hand over
her head and held it against my heart until she went to sleep.
Anneri awoke from her short nap as I was binding her wrists in
front of her with cloth strips. "Kneel on the bed", I ordered.
She did so, her swollen eyes downcast, though it seemed less
an act of submission than a refusal to look at me.
"Place your hands behind your head and do not move them until I
give you a direct order to do so. We always need to test our
students to see if they have understood their lessons, or if
we have failed to instruct and need to go over the subject
again. I have a few questions for you; all of them refer to
your present position within these walls. You will raise your eyes
and look at me as you answer".
"What are you ?"
Ann looked at me as she knelt, hands behind her head and a quite
distinct pout on her face. After a long moment, she replied in a
small voice, "I'm your sextoy".
"Where are you ?"
"In the playroom".
"How did you come to be here ?"
A long silence before she whispered "I entered volunatarily".
"Speak up"
More forcefully, "I entered voluntarily".
"How long will you remain here ?"
"For as long as you wish me to remain".
"What is your purpose here ?"
"To serve you".
"Very good so far. One last question: what is your name ?"
Another long silence. Then, in a distinct voice, "My name is
Anneri".
Now there was another long silence while I weighed my response.
"All right, Sextoy, on your feet. You know where you're going",
I told her.
"May I speak, sir ?"
"Yes".
"I've surrendered my power to you by choice. But no matter how
much you torture me, I'll never surrender my identity. In this
room I exist to serve you, but it's still my existence, I won't
surrender my identity and become an extension of your life".
"Nicely stated. I believe it's best we establish the veracity of
your assertion empiricly. Start walking".
Ann rose from the bed and began walking towards the door to the
dungeon. She was trying to be brave, though her steps became
slower as she descended the stairs, and when she reached the
threshold of the dungeon she turned away, and I had to push her
through the door. The dungeon reverberated with the sound of the
door slamming shut. The pout on her face had been replaced with a
look of obvious and delicious terror. "A bit harder to be brave
here, isn't it ?", I asked. "Would you like to reconsider your
last answer ?"
"My name is Anneri", she said, her voice trembling.
Anneri was strapped into a straightbacked metal chair, the straps
at her ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows, across her thighs, around
her waist, and over her shoulders holding her almost completely
immobile. The juxtaposition of her burning buttocks against the
rough surface of the chair, the seat of which had a bore more than
a small resemblance to a grater, was very painful and made it very
hard not to squirm, even though such movement only increased the
pain. Undoubtedly Ann's nimble mind already knew this, but her
nubile body was resisting this conclusion, and continued to struggle.
While I waited for the idea to sink in, I poured myself a cup of
Blue Mountain coffee. I was trying to add just the right amount of
cream to make it match Ann's skin, but it was hard to judge without
side-by-side comparisons, so I had to keep pouring a little hot coffee
on Ann's arms, thighs, shoulders and breasts to see how it compared.
All the drippings were done from a sufficient altitude and after a
sufficent cooling period that Ann wasn't burned, but her yelps, and
occasional screams, as each sample hit her naked flesh made it clear
she wasn't having a good time, and, unfortunately, caused her to
squirm even more. Oddly, it seemed I just could never get a match
and had to constantly refresh the cup with some more hot coffee then
start adding cream again. Ann had repeatedly offered to mix the cup
for me, assuring me most forcefully that she could get it just right,
but it would have taken too long to release her and then strap her
in again. Finally I held a newly filled, steaming cup by her face
and despaired of ever getting it right. "Enough of this", I said as
I straightened, and with a twist of my wrist sent the steaming fluid
towards her face. Her terrified "NO!" was barely out when the fluid
hit her face, and for a moment she sat perfectly still waiting for
the terrible pain, and when it didn't come she shook her head to get
the coffee off her eyelids and opened her eyes wide.
"You've never played with dry ice ?", I asked. "Creates a nice bit
of steam, doesn't it ?", I said, as I took a wet rag and began
carefully and quite thoroughly cleaning her up, the undulating
surface of her breasts requiring and receiving special attention.
"While I've got you here it seemed a good time to consider some
adornments of your body", I said, holding a gold bell by her nipple.
"Wouldn't this look nice hanging from your pierced nipple ?"
She shook her head violently, while "No...please don't" came from
her lips. "Well, if you're not going to say anything constructive,
please be quiet", I told her as I forced a gag in her mouth. I was
of course well aware of how very afraid of needles she was, a fear
that went beyond the rational anticipation of pain, though given her
still low tolerance for pain she had good reason to dread the pain
of being pierced. As I showed her the various pieces and discussed
the possible placements, while checking an autoclave full of piercing
instruments and assembling my swabs, alcohol, and betadyne, the
conflict between her reason, which told her I wouldn't dare pierce
an unwilling subject, and her not fully rational fear of being
pierced, played out nicely in her wide eyes. As unreasoning fear
seemed to be winning, I removed her gag, and after a few moments of
impassioned pleas that I not do such a thing to her, I managed to
get her attention for a moment, and told her "I really think Anneri
would look lovely with all this gold hanging off her". She wasn't
so panicked that she didn't pick up the meaning of that, but she
hestitated, still uncertain if I would really make her into a
pincushion, but terrified of the possibility that I just might be
that cruel. Finally she spoke, "She-e m-might at thh-at. Why
don-n't you ask her when you see her ag-gain ?".
"An excellent idea", I said, "Oh, and you are ?".
Ann dropped her eyes, and said, "I'm nobody".