Training Mindi

The plane touched down at exactly 4:13 pm, according to Mindi's watch. She
closed her eyes and sighed in relief. "Man was not meant to fly," she
muttered to herself. By 5:06 pm, she was sitting in a smelly cab, listening to
the driver curse at the rush hour traffic. At 6:00 pm on the dot, Mindi opened
her front door and locked it behind her. Then she very carefully took off
her watch and hurled it as hard as she could toward the back bedroom.
For two long weeks, she had been counting down the hours until this hellish
trip would be over and she could return home. If not for her grandfather's
heart attack, she would never have left. Mindi had pledged long ago that she
would not return to her family's house, unless there had been a death and
every minute of this visit had been a reminder of why she had made that vow
in the first place.
Mindi's father was a staunch Republican, and his third wife, Estelle, had
turned conservative values into a religious doctrine. Together, they had
dissected Mindi's entire life and shoveled acid scorn onto every bleeding shred.
In their perfect world, Mindi was married to a wealthy older man who was
considering a run for Congress. She had two extremely well-behaved and
photogenic children, and served on a number of prominent committees.
But in the real world, Mindi was single, recently laid off, and according
to her family, she had deplorable taste in friends. Her father and Estelle
felt duty-bound to point out these deficiencies at every opportunity.
The only good thing to come out of the funeral and its aftermath was the
surprise at the reading of Grandfather's will. A trust had been established in
Mindi's name worth quite a bit of money. It would not support an
extravagant lifestyle, but if she was careful, Mindi could live quite comfortably.
She wouldn't have to worry about finding a new job, at any rate. That had
been a major worry, especially with the travel expenses draining her savings
and the funeral delaying her job search. And with her family once again two
thousand miles away, Mindi felt she should finally be able to relax.
Instead, her tension was only increasing. Or perhaps she was simply more
aware of it now that the distractions were gone. There was something missing
from her life, and had been for quite some time. The fact that she knew
exactly what it was only made things worse.
Her family would say that she needed a husband. They had, in fact, told her
so many, many times. And the truth was, they were partially right. Except
that it was not a husband Mindi craved, but a partner, someone interested in
the exotic games Mindi was dying to play.
Feeling frustrated, Mindi unpacked by dumping her suitcase out on the
living room floor. She pulled off her travelling clothes and added them to the
pile. One good thing about living alone, Mindi reflected, was that she could
walk around naked whenever she felt like it. One bad thing was that there was
nobody to appreciate it.
Mindi walked through the back bedroom, into the bathroom, intending to take
a long shower. She took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. She was
pretty, she supposed, with good Irish features. Her hair was a wavy auburn
and framed her face well. At twenty-six, she had a nice, youthful body, with
classic feminine curves and a decent rack. All in all, it was a good
package. It just needed a good scrubbing.
The phone rang just as she was turning on the water. Cursing, Mindi stalked
back across the room to answer it. Caller ID showed it was Estelle. Mindi
picked up the phone and all her frustration suddenly boiled over. "I just got
home, Estelle. I'm still not married, Estelle. But I had a quickie during
the stopover in Chicago, so you just might get lucky on the grandkid thing."
Mindi slammed down the phone and stepped back into the bathroom for her
shower. It had been a childish outburst and solved nothing, but she felt a
little better for having made it. She stood under the hot water and relaxed,
dreaming of a more fulfilling life.
In her fantasies, Mindi had a lover. He was tall and sophisticated,
handsome and confident. He was her lord and master, a man who controlled her
completely. No subtle manipulations. No guilt trips. He imaginary master simply
gave her orders and she obeyed.
Mindi dreamed of being tied down, helpless to free herself, absolved of all
responsibility. Her master would take her, again and again, any way he
wanted, and she could do nothing to prevent it.
He would come to her, blindfold her, tie her hand and foot to an
old-fashioned four-post bed. For hours, he would keep her there. He would make a few
phone calls, fix himself some dinner, maybe watch the news while she lay
writhing in her bonds, struggling in vain to escape. From time to time, he would
wet his cock in her mouth or dip it briefly in her pussy. If she made any
protest at the treatment, he would gag her.
Mindi brought her hand down between her legs and eased one finger inside
herself as she imagined this scenario. It was a fantasy that never failed to
arouse her. There were variations on the theme, but the basics never changed.
She was always the slave to a dominating master.
She stroked her clit, rubbing with one finger. With her other hand, she
played with her tits. Once in a rare while, she used a vibrator. But tonight,
she just needed a quick release. And when her fantasy lover grabbed her head,
forced his cock deep in her mouth and spurted jets of hot come down her
throat, Mindi was inspired to her own orgasm.
But when the climax faded, she was alone, unbound, and there was nothing in
her mouth but her own tongue. Masturbation was a shallow and unsatisfying
outlet, but a necessary part of her life. Some days, Mindi couldn't face the
world without that relief available to her. And these past two weeks had
been especially hard.
Mindi climbed out of the shower and started toweling off. She was calmer
now, more in control. So when the phone started ringing again, she was able to
answer politely, even knowing who was on the other end.
"Good evening, Father. I was just about to call you."
"You were very rude to your mother before, Mindi. I expect you to apologize.
"
"She caught me at a bad moment. Tell her I'm very deeply sorry. But please
do not call her my mother."
"Mindi, she tries. I know you don't always get along, but-"
"She only goes through the motions. Estelle has no real interest in
anything I say or do and you know it."
There was silence from the other line. Mindi could almost hear her father
thinking, trying to find a way to deny her words without looking foolish and
blind. Instead, he changed the subject. "Estelle was speaking to her father'
s law partner at lunch today. Apparently, he has a son who lives not too
far from you."
"Goodnight, Father. I'm going to bed." Mindi set the phone down. She would
not be the subject of Estelle's matchmaking.
Dropping the towel, Mindi stretched out on top of the blankets. It was too
hot for covers and she never bothered with pajamas. Almost immediately,
there was a knock at the door. Mindi growled in exasperation. Why couldn't
people just let her alone? She was tempted to ignore it, but it was easier to be
rude to family than to friends, or even strangers. "I'll be right there!"
she called.
Quickly, she pulled a clean pair of panties from her dresser and slipped
into them. Donning a robe, she tied the sash as she headed for the front room.
She was reaching for the knob when someone unlocked the door from the
outside.
When it opened, Katrina was standing there on the welcome mat, a concerned
look on her pretty face. She was Mindi's next door neighbor, and a casual
friend. They were not especially close. They had never gone shopping together
or done a girl's night out, but sometimes they had coffee together in the
mornings.
"I came to return your key," she said, stepping inside.
"Might as well hold onto it. In case of emergency. The plants look great,
by the way. Thank you for looking after them."
"No problem," Katrina said, still looking a little worried and distracted.
"Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes? I need to talk to you."
"Of course, come on in. Can I get you anything?" Mindi opened the door in
invitation, refusing to be embarrassed by the pile of dirty clothes on the
floor.
"Like what? You've been gone for two weeks. Your fridge is empty."
Mindi scowled at the reminder. She was starting to feel a bit hungry, but
didn't want to face cooking something from scratch. "I can heat up a couple
of cans of soup," she offered.
"Chicken noodle?"
"Of course," Mindi replied, heading for the kitchen, not really certain
what she'd find but hoping to get lucky.
"In that case, I accept."
Opening the pantry, Mindi was relieved to find that she did have several
cans of Gretchen's Roasted Chicken and Noodles. "What did you need to talk
about?" she asked, bringing out two cans and a pot.
"I have to confess that I snooped a bit while you were gone."
Mindi felt the blood rush to her cheeks, too embarrassed even to be angry.
She was very glad to be facing the counter so she didn't have to look
Katrina in the eye. Mindi busied herself with the soup, grateful to have something
to do.
"I found your stash," Katrina was saying. No need to ask what she meant by
that. Mindi had amassed a large collection of extremely hardcore
pornography, most of it dedicated to bondage and submission. That was humiliating
enough. But the chest where she kept it also contained handcuffs, ropes, straps,
hoods, gags, and sex toys of every description.
Mindi was incapable of speech. Embarrassed beyond belief, she emptied the
second can of Gretchen's damned soup into the pot and turned on the burner.
She picked up a long-handled wooden spoon and stirred unnecessarily, although
her appetite had vanished. Anything to avoid turning around.
"Mindi, I'm not judging you. The truth is, I was into that lifestyle
myself a few years ago. Very into it."
Katrina's admission forced Mindi to spin around and stare at her in shock.
It didn't seem possible. Katrina looked like a cheerleader, blond and
blue-eyed with the cute face of the girl next door. It was hard for Mindi to
imagine her playing bondage games, but Katrina was nodding and smiling
encouragingly.
"You're ...out now?"
Katrina shrugged. "I made a mistake. I got myself into a very dangerous
situation. I had to take a break for awhile."
"What happened?"
"I trusted the wrong person. He was a very busy man, a wealthy and
important man. I felt privileged to be his toy. But one day, he got a phone call and
was unexpectedly offered a spot on the Democratic ticket. It took him only
20 minutes to pack for a weeklong campaign tour. He left immediately,
forgetting that I was tied up in the basement. It took me two days to escape. If he
'd used handcuffs instead of rope, I'd be dead.
Mindi was horrified at the story, but Katrina seemed to have put the trauma
behind her. "Did he ever remember?" Mindi asked.
"I reminded him. I called his cell phone the day after I got free. He
offered to pay for any medical care I needed. I have to admit he behaved
honorably. If his secret lifestyle had been revealed, the scandal would have ruined
him, but his primary concern was making sure I was okay."
"Where is he now?"
Katrina smiled. "The governor's mansion. But it worked out okay for me
too. He transferred his house into my name."
"Why?" Mindi suspected blackmail, but hoped for a less nefarious
explanation. She would be disappointed to learn that her neighbor was so corrupt.
"Partly, it was meant as an apology," Katrina said. "But it was also
practical. He'd built himself a pretty elaborate dungeon in the basement. He
couldn't rent the house or sell it without risking exposure, but he didn't have
the time to dismantle his play area and he couldn't hire a crew to do it
for him without the same risk. And it would have reflected badly on him to let
the house fall into disrepair. Giving it to me was the safest option."
Katrina was not a blackmailer but a trusted former lover. Mindi was greatly
relieved to know that. And she understood that Katrina had only told her
the story because Mindi could not go public with what she knew. She had no
proof and Mindi had her own secrets to protect.
"I came here tonight to warn you," Katrina explained. "I can tell by
looking at you're equipment that you're not even a novice. You're just a dreamer
right not. Your toys look as though they've never been used."
"They haven't," Mindi admitted. "I never had someone to use them with."
"With or on?" Katrina asked. "Are you a top or a bottom?"
Mindi turned back to the stove to hide her blush. She got out two bowls and
ladled soup into them before finally saying, very quietly, "A bottom.
Definitely."
She wouldn't look at Katrina as she brought the bowls to the table. She
took her seat and started eating, waiting for Katrina to say something, but she
was also digging in. The soup was surprisingly good. Gretchen knew her
stuff and Mindi's appetite had returned. For several minutes, the only sounds
came from the spoons dipping up broth and noodles.
"The thing is," Katrina eventually said, "The lifestyle can be dangerous
for a novice. You don't know who to trust. And many people find that the
things they've enjoyed as a fantasy are scary and unpleasant in reality."
Mindi finally looked up, meeting Katrina's eyes. Her heart was starting to
beat wildly in her chest as she realized where this was going. Hope and fear
seemed to be the same emotion as she waited for Katrina's next words.
"If you'd like, I can introduce you to the lifestyle, put you through your
paces so you can decide if it's something you want to pursue."
Mindi was nodding even before Katrina finished speaking. "Yes. Please. Show
me."
"We'll do a test, a mild taste of what's out there." Katrina stood up and
motioned for Mindi to do the same. "If you still think you want this, we'
ll do one very intense training session. When that's over, if you last, we'
ll know for sure if the lifestyle is right for you."
"All right," Mindi agreed. "When do we start?"
"First lesson: Don't ask questions unless permitted to do so. Is that
clear?"
"Yes."
"Second lesson: you will answer `Yes, Mistress' or `No, Mistress' when I
ask you a question. Clear?"
"Yes, Mistress." Mindi was already feeling the excited thrill of being
dominated. In her fantasies, her master had been a man, but the sheer delight
of actually living out her dream made such details unimportant.
"Third lesson: You are now my slave. You do not question my orders. You
simply obey. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress." Mindi was nearly breathless with excitement. She was
ready to do anything. At the same time, the fear of what might be required of
her gave a lovely spice to the game that Mindi had long yearned for.
"What are you wearing under the robe?"
"Just panties," Mindi answered.
"Mistress," Katrina prompted.
"Just panties, Mistress."
"Then lose the robe and follow me."
Mindi hesitated, unused to being naked in front of people she barely knew,
but Katrina turned back abruptly, a very cold look in her eyes. "Third
lesson review: You are my slave. When I give an order, you say `Yes, Mistress,'
and obey."
As the delicious humiliation flooded her cheeks once more, Mindi dropped
the robe, revealing her bare breasts and their pebbled pink tips. "Yes,
Mistress."
"That's better. You need to get it through your head that your body
belongs to me now. If I wish to see it, touch it, or loan it out, it's my right to
do so."
To emphasize the point, Katrina stepped closer and covered Mindi's right
breast with her hand. She squeezed it and pinched the nipple almost painfully.
"Mine," Katrina said insistently, as if daring Mindi to dispute her.
Katrina reached around with her other hand and took firm hold of Mindi's bottom. "
Mine," she said again. Dropping her hand from Mindi's chest, Katrina
reached down between her legs to stroke Mindi's pussy through her panties.
She was very thorough in this task, exploring Mindi with her fingers. She
pushed at the feminine opening, pressing the fabric into Mindi's cleft.
Katrina brought her face right up next to Mindi's "Mine," she said quietly,
stroking Mindi's ass and pussy simultaneously.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Better," Katrina approved, stepping back. She lifted her finger and
licked at the moisture there. "Wet," she said, "but not yet wet enough."
Katrina turned and walked from the kitchen, motioning for Mindi to follow.
They went to the back bedroom and Mindi was ordered to sit on the bed.
"Have you ever been touched by another woman?" Katrina asked.
"No, Mistress."
Have you ever brought a woman to orgasm with your tongue?"
"No, Mistress."
Katrina smiled. "You'll learn," she promised.
Mindi was quivering with anticipation. Never in her life had she harbored
same-sex fantasies, which made the thought of it all the more erotic. Being
forced to perform acts she would never seek to try on her own was the
ultimate in sexual slavery.
"We'll start with some basic body positions," Katrina informed her. "Once
you learn them, when I give the command, you will immediately drop whatever
you're doing and assume the required position.
"The first, of course, is Kneel. Get to the center of the bed and sit on
your knees."
As Mindi obeyed, Katrina instructed her to sit with her bottom resting on
her ankles, her knees spread wide, and her hands behind her back. Moving to
the wooden chest in the corner, Katrina opened the bottom drawer. She pulled
out three pairs of handcuffs and brought them to the bed.
Mindi could barely control her excitement as Katrina climbed onto the
mattress with the restraints. For years, she had dreamed of this and it was
finally happening. Somebody was going to put her in bonds and have total control
over her person. Mindi was dizzy with anticipation.
Katrina moved behind Mindi and explained what she was doing as she worked. "
Your ankles are slim enough that the handcuffs will fit around them.
Otherwise, I'd have to use the shackles." Mindi felt the cold metal encircle her
ankles and a little shiver went through her.
"And now your wrists." The second pair of handcuffs clicked into place. "
We double-lock them so they won't tighten up and cut off your circulation.
And we use the third set of cuffs to link the other two, though a small chain
with a lock would work better."
Katrina climbed off the bed and looked at Mindi with a smug smile on her
face. "There now. How does that feel?"
Mindi could barely breathe, she was so excited. For the first time, she was
well and truly restrained. She tested her bonds, but she already knew there
was no escape. Katrina had rendered her absolutely helpless. Mindi could
only wait and see what else was in store.
Katrina went back to the drawer and pulled out a small, pink vibrator.
Returning to the bed, she held the toy up in front of her. "Now you're going to
learn what being a slave is really all about."
Katrina reached down between Mindi's spread legs and stroked the damp
cotton covering her pussy. She teased the sensitive skin where thigh emerged from
panty. Mindi squirmed and wriggled, but could not evade the tickling
fingers. Finally, Katrina hooked the front panel of the Mindi's underwear and
pulled it to the side, exposing her needy pussy.
"This is what it means to be a slave, Mindi. Your body is mine to play
with. You cannot tell me no. A slave gets no privacy, no dignity, no choices. I
can do what I like with you."
Katrina slid one finger into Mindi, swirling it around her entrance. When
she removed it, Katrina's finger was slick and shiny with Mindi's juices.
Katrina brought her hand up and spread the moisture over Mindi's lips,
allowing her to taste herself.
Pulling the panties aside once more, Katrina pushed the vibrator into Mindi'
s pussy, then restored her underwear to its customary place. The vibrator
was thick and long, but buried deep. Only a slight bulge in Mindi's panties
hinted at its presence.
"This vibe is perfect for what I have planned," Katrina said. "It's big
enough to keep you aware of its presence, and even better, it has a switch at
the back, rather than twisting on and off. That will come in handy later. We
'll keep it off for now, and your panties will keep it firmly in place. We
still have some positions to teach you and we wouldn't want it falling out."
Mindi seldom used dildos or vibrators, despite owning quite a few of them,
and having one lodged inside her was an unusual sensation. She wasn't sure
if she liked it, but she understood that this was the point of this exercise.
She was a slave. What she wanted wasn't important.
Katrina unlocked the handcuffs, but instructed Mindi to remain as she was. "
Do you remember the name of this position?"
"Kneel, Mistress."
"Correct. When I say `Kneel,' you are to immediately take this position
until I release you. Even if you're not in bonds, you are to consider yourself
immobilized. Clear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Katrina stroked Mindi's hair. "The second position is Worship. Stay on
your knees, but lean forward until your face touches the bedspread."
Mindi did as she was told, surprised at the stiffness that had developed in
her arms and legs after such a short time in the restraints. But she
already missed her bonds. She hoped Katrina would return her to captivity soon.
"Forehead on the bed, Mindi. Bottom high in the air. Knees apart. Ankles
together. Hands behind your back."
As soon as Mindi was in position, Katrina again cuffed her wrists and
ankles. "In this position, it is impossible to lift yourself from the bed. If you
really wanted to, you could push your legs out behind you and end up lying
flat on your belly. To prevent that, I would normally run a chain from your
wrists to your ankles, but you don't have any chains in your collection. I
could use one of your ropes, but tying and untying takes time. If I were
planning to keep you in Worship for awhile, it would be worth it. And the rope
running through your ass cheeks would look really cute if you weren't wearing
panties. But we're only training right now, so let's move on."
Katrina unlocked Mindi's cuffs, but delayed releasing her from the
position. She knelt at Mindi's side and stroked her bottom, pushing the material in
toward the center to give Mindi a wedgie and partially bare the cheeks of
her ass.
"Do you like getting spanked, Mindi?"
"No, Mistress." Mindi had never actually received a spanking, but her
answer was automatic.
Katrina responded by yanking Mindi's panties down to her thighs and
delivering ten hard swats to Mindi's bare bottom. The lesson, once again, was that
Mindi's wishes weren't relevant.
The stinging pain, the humiliating position, and the vibrator inside her
were all bringing Mindi to a level of arousal she had never in her life
experienced. If Katrina was trying to convince her that this lifestyle wasn't
right for her, she was failing.
"What position are you in?" Katrina asked, tugging Mindi's panties back
into place.
"Worship, Mistress."
"What do you do if I tell you Worship, Mindi?"
"I am to immediately drop to my knees, put my forehead on the floor, spread
my legs, bring my ankles together, and put my hands behind my back."
"Correct. But you forgot to say `Mistress.'"
Katrina stroked Mindi's bottom again. "You're doing very well," she said
softly. Both the praise and the abuse brought an erotic glow to Mindi's
soul. This really was who she wanted to be, a slave to someone else's pleasures.
"Third position," Katrina said. "I call it Pretzel. Lie face down on the
bed to start with." Mindi eagerly complied. "Hands behind your back. We're
using shackles this time. We'll need the extra leeway the chains give us."
Mindi welcomed the feel of the cold metal once more encircling her wrists.
The sound of them clicking shut was both soothing and thrilling at once. She
hoped to be immobilized for longer this time."
"Now spread your legs and bend your knees. Basically, I'm hog-tying you. I'
ll shackle your hands and your legs separately, but I'll loop one chain
behind the other to attach all your limbs together. You won't be able to
straighten your legs, but the longer chain of the shackles will prevent you from
injury. You really need to invest in a set of basic chains. They make for
more possibilities."
Mindi tested her bonds. The shackles allowed her greater range of movement
than the handcuffs had, but there was still no possibility of escape. With
great difficulty, Mindi believed she could scoot herself to the edge of the
bed and throw herself off, but there wouldn't be much point. She would still
be helpless. Knowing that, she was able to relax.
"Generally," Katrina told her, "you would be completely naked when I put
you in Pretzel. The purpose of this position is to make all your openings
easily accessible. And I usually use ropes to make a more attractive package of
my slave. But again, we're just practicing."
Mindi was disappointed when the restraints were once more removed, but she
reminded herself that she was not in charge. And Katrina informed her that
there was just one more position, and then would come the real test of Mindi'
s commitment. If she passed, the training would begin in earnest.
"Lie on your back. Knees up. Arms at your sides. This is Cradle, the most
comfortable of the positions."
This time, each wrist was cuffed directly to the ankle on that side. The
position really was more comfortable, but it forced Mindi to keep her legs
wide open.
Once Mindi was secured, Katrina came to kneel between her feet, looking
down at her handiwork. Mindi stared helplessly up at her, wondering what was to
come next. She was so grateful to Katrina, she would never be able to repay
the debt, but Mindi was determined to try.
"I like you in this position," Katrina said. She put her hands down on
either side of Mindi, and lowered herself onto the other woman's body. She
mounted her as a man would, her hips settling between Mindi's thighs. With the
vibrator buried within her, and Katrina pushing it even deeper with her
weight, Mindi felt as if Katrina truly was fucking her.
This was what Mindi had craved for so long. She had no patience for modern
enlightened men politely making love to her. Mindi needed a caveman to hold
her down and take her violently. The fact that Katrina was more of a man
than any male she'd ever known was a sad commentary on 21st Century culture.
But all of Mindi's philosophical musings on modern masculinity faded away
when Katrina kissed her. Despite the gender of both participants, it was not
a girly kiss, but an aggressive claiming. Katrina was letting Mindi know
that she was a possession. Her hands were in Mindi's hair. Her tongue was in
Mindi's mouth. And by grinding herself against Mindi's crotch, the vibrator
in her panties became Katrina's cock invading her pussy.
Mindi's instincts made her wish to respond, to embrace Katrina and welcome
the woman's conquest. But the handcuffs made that impossible. She was forced
to remain passive and the frustration of that enhanced every sensation.
Katrina finished her plunder of Mindi's mouth and moved on to kiss her
cheeks and eyelids. She explored Mindi's entire face with her lips, and then
slowly began to journey downward. One millimeter at a time, Katrina kissed and
licked and nibbled at Mindi's neck and shoulders.
At an excruciating snail's pace, Katrina's mouth crawled down Mindi's
chest and climbed the slopes of her tits, gliding from one to the other and back
again, never quite reaching the yearning nipples.
Mindi was frantic with need. She writhed and struggled in her bonds. But
Katrina was merciless, teasing, torturing, driving Mindi to a frenzied
madness.
And then the kisses left her chest and continued their southern trek. Cool
wetness dotted Mindi's midsection. Katrina licked the undersides of Mindi's
breasts and traced Mindi's ribs with her tongue. She explored her navel,
demonstrating techniques that Mindi desperately wanted to feel just a little
bit lower.
But Katrina's lips reached the waistband of Mindi's underwear and detoured
toward her legs, avoiding Mindi's very wet center, where she most needed
the kisses. Katrina licked the tops of Mindi's thighs instead, pushing with
her tongue at the leg openings of her panties.
Mindi squirmed in the cuffs, twisting to the side, offering herself to the
evasive tongue that promised Heaven but refused to deliver. Never in her
life had Mindi enjoyed herself more. Katrina knew exactly how to handle her.
Slavery was exactly what Mindi had needed for a very long time.
Finally, mercifully, Katrina took pity on her and pressed her lips between
Mindi's legs, directly over her clit. Gasping, Mindi lifted herself from the
mattress, toward Katrina's kisses. She was right on the edge of climax,
just from the restraints and the teasing. It wouldn't take much to send her to
ecstasy.
Katrina opened her mouth against the front of Mindi's panties and gripped
the butt of the vibrator in her teeth. She pulled it out as far as she could
manage, until the tight, wet cotton slipped from Katrina's lips and drove
the plastic phallus back into Mindi's pussy.
Several times, Katrina repeated this action, fucking Mindi with teeth,
vibrator, and Mindi's own underwear. And then, even through the cloth, Katrina
managed to locate the vibrator's on switch with her tongue and activated the
toy.
The electric buzz hit Mindi like a bolt of lightning. The world ended, and
she was hurled into elemental chaos. Mindi had ceased to exist except for
the rolling waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her. She was drowning in the
glorious sensations and was more than willing to die in exactly this way.
It seemed to go on forever, but gradually, slowly, Mindi came back to
herself. She was groggy, and it felt like she'd been on a long journey. She
opened her eyes to find that Katrina was no longer on the bed, nor even in the
room. Startled, Mindi realized that she had actually lost consciousness in the
intensity of her climax. She was still in her restraints and the vibrator
was still inside her, but it had been turned off and a blanket had been
draped over her while she had been dead to the world.
The knowledge delighted her. Not only had she experienced the greatest
orgasm of her entire life, but she had been absolutely at the mercy of her
captor during the interlude, not merely bound and immobilized, but unaware.
Katrina could have done anything to her and she wouldn't even have known it. That
level of helplessness was something Mindi needed in her life as often as
possible. She yearned to be at the center of someone's world like that,
completely in their power, totally dependent on their whims and mercy.
As if she'd heard Mindi's thoughts, Katrina reappeared in the bedroom
door. She smiled cheerfully. "Back with us?"
Mindi nodded. "How long was I out?" she asked, blushing in embarrassment.
"Just a few minutes. Are you ready?"
"For what?"
Katrina came to the bed and unlocked the cuffs. "You've had one session in
slave training. You've done very well so far and been rewarded. You enjoyed
it, I hope?"
"Very, very much."
Katrina grinned at her. "I aim to please. But I told you I'd be testing
your commitment to this lifestyle before we went any further. If you pass, I'
ll train you up right, turn you into a proper little slave."
"How will you decide if I pass?" Mindi asked, rubbing her wrist where the
metal had left a mark.
"Actually, that decision is yours. When the test is over, you'll know for
certain whether you want to continue."
Mindi was already certain. But she respected Katrina's caution, and she was
looking forward to the test. Whatever it was, Mindi was positive that she'd
pass. "I believe I'm ready. What do I do?"
"Come to the living room and we'll get started."
Katrina sailed through the door. Mindi followed close behind, marveling
that she had become less than a guest in her own home. Katrina was clearly in
control, and Mindi welcomed her own reduced status. She could feel the
vibrator moving inside her as she walked, and it reinforced Katrina's possession
of her.
When the reached the living room, Mindi's heart gave a lurch and her
breathing became shallow when she saw Katrina's preparations. The ball gag and
blindfold were exciting, of course. And Katrina had put on one of Mindi's
favorite DVDs, a collection of extremely realistic rape scenes. But Mindi's eyes
were quickly drawn to the lengths of rope coiled on the sofa. She had loved
the experience of being handcuffed, but there was something so primitive and
elegant about tying a woman up. And it was traditional. For hundreds, even
thousands of years, men had used ropes to tame their disobedient women. It
took care and patience and skill to do it right, and the resulting package
was so much more attractive than the handcuffs. Mindi could hardly wait to
feel the ropes binding her flesh, making her helpless.
"Before we get started, Katrina said, "There is something important we
need to discuss."
Her serious tone and solemn words demanded Mindi's attention, and made her
feel suddenly self-conscious about her nudity. This woman had spanked her
bare ass and tasted her pussy, but her voice now sounded like a boss or a
parent or even the hated Estelle, none of whom should be seeing Mindi naked.
But Katrina's words were those of a Mistress and Mindi was comforted. "
Masters and slaves usually establish safe words. When the word is spoken, all
play stops and all bonds are removed immediately."
Mindi had read of safe words and she understood their importance, but she
absolutely did not want one. It would mean all of this was an illusion if the
slave retained any control whatsoever.
But Katrina wasn't spoiling things for her yet. "I am not giving you a
safe word at this time. Eventually, but not now. This test will be an intense
experience for a novice, but it is mild compared to some of the things I plan
to do to you if you pass. For an experienced slave, this test would be a
soothing break in the day, a stress reducer that a Master gives as a reward to
a valued slave. If you cannot handle it, the lifestyle is not for you. Are
you okay with that? Do you want to continue?"
"Yes, Mistress. "Mindi slipped gratefully into her slave role, eager to
prove her worth.
Katrina nodded, relief and pleasure obvious on her face. "Then go stand at
the corner of the coffee table, facing me.
Mindi did as ordered, once more conscious of the vibrator shifting inside
her as she moved. And the large wet spot on her panties was starting to be
cold and uncomfortable. But Mindi was glad of the sensations, even the
unpleasant ones. She was a slave now, and thankful for the privilege. Every
reminder was a welcome one.
"Step forward just a little," Katrina instructed. Mindi complied and was
thrilled to obey Katrina's next command: "Kneel." It was beginning. Not just
her test, but Mindi's new life. From now on, she was really a slave.
This was not a training session. Katrina did not bother explaining what she
was doing. She wasted no time in securing Mindi in position. It wasn't
possible to see what Katrina had done, but Mindi could tell from the results
that she had been expertly restrained. Her wrists had been tied, as had her
ankles. And the separate bonds had also been knotted together. The ropes had
been wound around the leg of the coffee table and none of the knots were in
reach of Mindi's fingers. If she had a few days, maybe she could escape, but
it was unlikely. She was at the mercy of the Mistress.
Katrina walked over to Mindi's desk and searched the drawers, returning
with a pair of scissors. She crouched down, and with no warning or explanation,
cut off Mindi's panties. It wasn't quick – the scissors weren't meant for
fabric or elastic – but Katrina was careful and patient. The waistband was
clipped neatly at both hips and the ruined garment was pulled out from
between Mindi's legs.
The vibrator was retrieved from its hiding place in Mindi's body and
Katrina wiped it down with the underwear. "This is a fun little trick," she said,
wrapping the toy in the scrap of cloth and then pushing the resulting
package back into Mindi's pussy.
She clicked the vibrator on and worked it in and out. The stimulation wasn'
t quite enough to bring Mindi to orgasm, but combined with the tight ropes,
it came teasingly close.
As she tormented her new slave, Katrina reached over to the sofa and
grabbed the ball gag. It was a fancy model Mindi had ordered from a catalog. The
ball was smooth, sanded wood. Properly inserted between a slave's lips, it
would prevent her from closing her mouth or speaking. The tough leather straps
buckled behind the head to keep it firmly in place. Mindi had paid a lot of
money for the device, but had never used it. There just wasn't any point in
doing it alone.
But now Katrina was here and she knew all about silencing a slave. "I have
a gag like this," she said. "Only mine has a dildo poking out from the
ball. A mistress can fuck herself on her captive's face." Katrina leaned close
to whisper in Mindi's ear. "You'll wear it for me, I promise."
"For now," she said in a louder voice. "We'll make do with this one. But
a gag should be personal, don't you think? Open your mouth." Katrina
removed the vibrator from Mindi and unwrapped the panties. She wadded up the we
tted cloth and pushed it into Mindi's mouth, leaving the snipped ends of the
waistband handing from her lips. The ball gag was inserted on top to hold the
panties in place, and Katrina buckled it tightly to Mindi's head. Finally,
Katrina tied the dangling ends of Mindi's underwear around the front of the
gag and stood up.
"There now. You won't accidentally swallow it. I'd recommend breathing
through your nose, but there's no risk of choking. And a pussy-flavored gag is
always more pleasant, I think."
Mindi didn't have the experience to offer an opinion. She had never tasted
herself before tonight, had not even considered the idea. But she had no
choice in the matter now. Her underwear, still warm from her body, and soaked
in her own vaginal secretions, was sitting on Mindi's tongue. The fresh
flavor of aroused female filled her mouth.
"Now the blindfold," Katrina said, moving behind her. "All I found in your
stuff was a sleep mask and a hood. I'll put the hood on first and use the
mask to hold it on."
Almost hyperventilating in her excitement, Mindi glanced around her living
room one last time. The clothes she'd taken on her trip were still piled on
the carpet. On the television screen, she saw a woman in a forest being
taken roughly from behind by one man while another man held her wrists. Then
black cloth descended over her eyes, blocking out the world. The hood was long,
and draped down over her shoulders. Only a tiny bit of light leaked in from
underneath. And once the mask was put on over the hood, Mindi was in
absolute darkness.
She was blind and bound and lightheaded from the thrill of it. This was her
dream come true. Mindi's world had been reduced to the ropes binding her,
the sounds of Katrina moving around in her house, and the warm, musky taste
of her own pussy. She was afraid of what might happen. There was no telling
what Katrina would do to her. But the fear was exciting and arousing. Mindi
savored the uncertainty and the discomfort. And she blessed Katrina for
giving this to her.
The voice of the Mistress floated into Mindi's darkness. "If you're having
any second thoughts, it is way too late to back out now. You can't tell me
about it and you can't escape. You are stuck in that position until I decide
to release you."
Mindi would not have offered any protest even if she'd been able. This
powerless feeling was a priceless gift. She hoped it would last a long, long
time and be offered again many more times in the future.
"I'm going home," Katrina told her. "I didn't expect to stay so long and
there are things I need to take care of. When I come back, we'll talk about
what happens next. Right now, you're scared and excited. While I'm gone, you
'll have moments of boredom, panic, sheer terror, and more boredom. Your
muscles will cramp. You'll wonder if I'm ever coming back. The real test of a
slave is a test of endurance. A true slave will spend hours in her bonds,
patently waiting to be used. An experienced slave learns to relax in whatever
position she's been bound in. She can even sleep in her ropes and chains.
If you can take this punishment and then beg me for more, you are truly a
slave."
Mindi voiced a muffled "Mmm-hmm," but Katrina didn't respond. There were
some noises from the kitchen, of water running and dishes clinking together.
It sounded like Katrina was washing the soup bowls. Then the front door
opened and closed and the house was silent.
For a long time, Mindi listened, trying to determine if she was really
alone. Perhaps Katrina was sitting on the sofa, watching to see how Mindi
reacted. But there were only distant sounds of cars passing in the street.
Eventually, she was convinced. Katrina had really left. Apart from Mindi herself,
the house was empty.
She wondered what time it was. Mindi hadn't thought to check the clock
since she'd thrown her watch down the hall. She estimated that Katrina had
knocked on the door at around 6:30 pm, but there was no way of knowing how much
time had passed since then.
She pulled at her ropes, testing the knots to be sure of them. Katrina had
done an excellent job. Mindi had no hope of freeing herself. She struggled
and twisted to no avail. And the coffee table was a heavy, marble-topped
piece of furniture. It had taken two strong men to deliver the thing. Mindi
couldn't possibly lift or drag it. She was here for the duration.
Her pussy was watering at the knowledge. Mindi's thighs were wet with
seeping arousal. And the taste of it was in her mouth. It was a heady, unfamiliar
flavor and Mindi was beginning to like it. She sucked on her panties to
draw out more of their essence.
But it was impossible to know whether her enjoyment was genuine or a result
of being forced to endure this. She had noticed in the past that sperm
tasted so much better when a man grabbed her head and forced his cock deep in
her mouth while he came. Perhaps it was the same with the taste of pussy.
But it didn't really matter. Whether she liked it or not, she'd be
swallowing her own come until Katrina returned. And she had promised, or perhaps
threatened, that Mindi would soon be up close and personal with her Mistress'
pussy. That might help Mindi sort out her desires. But it was likely that she
'd have to face the ordeal many, many times before she had an answer.
Whether it was pussy or punishment that Mindi craved, she looked forward to the
trials.
As the minutes ticked by, Mindi's mind began to drift. This was the boredom
Katrina had promised. Mindi passed the time imagining what her family and
friends would say if they could see her like this. The conversation with
Estelle might actually be fun.
"I'm sorry, wicked stepmother. I realize you want me to find a husband,
but my new girlfriend might object. I've discovered I love the taste of pussy.
A man would have to tie me down and spank my ass hard before I'd let him
fuck me."
Mindi was imagining Estelle taking it up the ass in the Pretzel position
when the phone rang. It was the landline, which she usually ignored. Her
family and close friends always used her cell and nobody else had the right to
contact her when she wasn't home. She made a mental note to give the cell
number to Katrina and counted the rings until the machine clicked on.
"Hey, Mindi, it's Eddie." She grunted through the gag and rolled her eyes
behind the hood. "We really miss you in the office, you know. But better
times are coming and we'll be able to put you back on the payroll soon. In the
meantime, please give me a call."
Someone needed to explain to Eddie that telling a girl she was laid off was
not the best strategy for gaining her affection. She suspected he'd chosen
her for downsizing because company policies forbade managers from dating the
employees.
Eddie would love to find her like this, Mindi decided. He'd pay her back
for every snide comment she'd ever made. He couldn't fuck her in this
position, but he could grab her tits and shove his fat fingers in her pussy. He'd
probably take off the blindfold and jerk off all over her face. She almost
wished he'd drop by.
The phone rang a few more times after that and each time, Mindi speculated
what would happen if the caller were in the room, discovering her like this.
She started to get impatient and wondered when the hell Katrina was coming
back and what was taking her so damn long. She tugged and yanked at the
ropes and tried every way she could think of to get loose. She growled into the
gag and tried to spit it out, but it was too well secured. And yet, despite
her frustration, and a growing need to pee, Mindi was glad the attempts all
failed.
The Mistress had promised panic and terror and Mindi was disappointed when
these emotions didn't materialize. She felt almost cheated. But then someone
knocked at the door, called out her name, and Mindi got what she'd been
waiting for.
Her friend Elanor was pounding on the door, but even more worrisome,
Brianna was with her. Mindi had forgotten they were planning to come over tonight.
A welcome home party had seemed so necessary, Mindi had insisted on it
before she'd even left town.
"Mindi, are you in there? It's Elanor!"
"Maybe she's not home yet."
"Of course she's home. Her car is here."
"I think she took a cab to the airport. Her car's been here the whole time
she was gone." Brianna was the calmest and most reasonable of Mindi's
little circle of friends, but that made her even more dangerous.
"Isn't this the night? She's supposed to get back today, isn't she?"
"Yes, I'm sure this was the day."
Frantically, Mindi renewed her attempts to escape. Elanor was annoyed, and
both her friends sounded a little drunk already. And sane, sensible Brianna
had a key to Mindi's house in case of emergencies.
"Maybe we should wait inside," Brianna said, filling Mindi with dread and
horror.
"Fabulous idea," Elanor approved. "We'll surprise her when she gets home."
Knowing it was impossible, Mindi tried to lift the table and slip the ropes
off the legs. Even if she succeeded, she'd still be tied hand and foot. It
was a hopeless situation, but she could not let them find her like this.
And although the sound was off, Mindi's DVD was probably still playing. It
was an especially long one, nearly six hours of extremely hardcore porn, one
scene after another of women being forcibly stripped naked and raped. Her
friends would be absolutely horrified by it. The video was an underground
German production, and Mindi had long suspected that the rape scenes were not
simulated.
The hood was wet with tears now, and Mindi could hear herself sobbing. The
sounds were muffled by the gag, but still audible. She prayed her friends
wouldn't hear her, but she couldn't stop herself from making the noises.
She pulled and twisted and fought, but the knots held. Her friends would
find her any moment. She could hear Brianna searching her purse for the key.
The two of them would assume that she'd been the victim of a crime. One would
probably call the police before the other could get her ungagged to
explain. Even if she had the courage to tell them the truth, she'd be in tomorrow'
s newspaper. Katrina might be arrested. That DVD might get Mindi arrested.
At the very least, she'd lose her friends and her father would disown her.
Brianna was trying keys now. Mindi could hear them scratching in the lock
as Brianna searched for the correct one. It was only a matter of minutes now.
Mindi nearly dislocated her shoulder, yanking at the ropes.
On the other side of the door, Elanor was whining. "What if her plane was
delayed? I am not waiting for her all night."
"Good point," Brianna said. "She might have even stayed an extra day or
two. Let's call her cell before we do anything."
Mindi continued to struggle as her friends dialed. And over by the door,
insider her purse, Mindi's cellphone rang.
"She's in there! Mindi! Mindi!"
At that moment, the excitement and fear overwhelmed her. Mindi was
surprised into an intense and unexpected orgasm. She shook and shuddered in her
bonds, moaning in ecstasy as Elanor pounded on the door.
"Shhh," Brianna said. "I think she's asleep. Mindi must be exhausted. I'
ve met her family. Those people would piss off the Pope. Let's do this
another time."
The sounds of Elanor grumbling faded as the pair walked away. Mindi sagged
in relief, panting from the aftermath of the climax. As the panic and
arousal receded somewhat, she noticed that she'd managed to shift the table at
least a foot from its original position, but she hadn't even come close to
getting free.
And she was still horny, she realized with wry amusement. That powerful
orgasm hadn't been enough. The intense fear had turned her on like nothing ever
had before. If that didn't prove she was destined to be a true bottom in
the lifestyle, nothing ever would.
She was still musing over that, more than an hour later, when Katrina
finally returned. "You put up a real fight, I see. I hope you haven't changed
your mind. I really would love to train you."
Mindi shook her head in vehement protest. "Hnnh-nnh," she denied. Even
with the close call, she was determined to continue.
Mindi was stiff and sore, and now desperately in need of the bathroom, but
it was still disappointing to feel Katrina loosening her ropes. Her arms and
legs were released and Mindi was helped into a shaky standing position. The
sleep mask and hood were removed and she squinted in the sudden brightness.
Last of all, Katrina untied the panties from the gag, unbuckled the straps
and removed the ball from Mindi's mouth. Mindi sucked hard on her underwear
to get more of her flavor before that too was pulled from her lips. She was
free.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Katrina asked. "Or are you through? It's not
for everyone, you know."
For Mindi, there was only one possible response. She sank to her knees and
begged. "Please, Mistress. Do it again."

Training Mindi Chapter 2 - Mindi gets her first full training session
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Katrina had gone home. But before she left, she'd invited Mindi to come
over and spend the night. "Recover a little first. Pull yourself together. When
you're ready, come on over. Don't use the front door. Go through the gate
to the back yard. I have something special planned before we go to sleep."
Once Katrina had left, Mindi checked the time. It was nearly midnight.
Katrina had informed her that she'd been in the ropes for a little over three
hours. "It's a good beginning. There may come times in the future where you
spend eight or ten hours tied up. If we continue on, of course."
Mindi used the restroom and cleaned herself up a bit. She picked up the
clothes she'd dropped on the floor and threw them in the washer, but resolved
to wait until tomorrow to run the load. She put away the dishes Katrina had
washed and sent e-mails to Eleanor and Brianna, apologizing for not answering
when they'd stopped by, and informing them that she might not be available
for a few more days.
Mindi decided not to get dressed for her overnight stay at Katrina's. She
didn't expect to be wearing many clothes once she got there, so bringing them
was pretty pointless. For the walk next door, Mindi would wear her robe.
She hurried through the chores, and as soon as possible, stepped out the
back door and closed it behind her. Katrina had a spare key, so Mindi didn't
bother to bring her own. Quickly, she rushed to Katrina's gate and let
herself through.
Her backyard was very well-lit and much larger than Mindi's own. Katrina
lived in the corner lot and there was more space to spread out. She had a
good-sized swimming pool and a picnic table in the yard, and flush against the
house was a huge doghouse, large enough for a Great Dane. Mindi looked around
warily for a dog, but saw no signs of one.
Checking out the doghouse itself, Mindi was surprised to discover her own
name freshly painted over the arched opening. Katrina must have done this
while Mindi had writhed in her ropes on the living room floor. A shiver went
through her to realize that this might be her bedroom for the night, and
possibly for many more nights.
Crouching down, Mindi crawled into the doghouse. There was a large, round
cushion on the concrete floor and a small, red envelope on the cushion, also
with her name printed on it. Opening this envelope, Mindi found a short note
from Katrina.
Mindi was instructed to take off whatever clothes she was wearing and throw
them over the fence into her own yard. She was also informed that the back
wall of the doghouse held a door that opened into the basement of the main
house. Mindi was to come in by that door once she was properly attired.
Assuming that `properly attired' meant her birthday suit, Mindi rushed to
obey, shedding the robe and flinging it over the tall fence. She hurried
back into the doghouse, but took a moment to look around before using the rear
door. This doghouse had clearly been designed as a slave's bedroom and
Katrina had obviously prepared it for Mindi's use, which thrilled her no end. A
small shelf held a clean mug, a hot pot, and a box of tea bags. The doghouse
was equipped with an electrical socket and a water spigot so that a slave
could make herself a cup of tea if she wished. In addition to the cushion, a
folded blanket lay on the floor near the back.
Mindi was tempted to lie right down and sleep in her degradation, but
Katrina was waiting. She found the rear door, unlatched it, and went through the
low opening, into the harshly lit room on the other side. The doorway
deposited Mindi at the top of a narrow, padded ramp descending along one wall into
a large and wonderfully equipped dungeon.
Shackles dangled from the bare cinderblock walls. A large wooden platform,
with tall, round posts stood in the dungeon's center. It had clearly been
designed for the restraint of a human form. In the back corner were two sets
of medieval-style stocks, where a slave could be bent over at the waist and
have her head and wrists locked in place. Connected to one wall by a hose was
a shallow, stainless steel hospital tub with a shower head. Mindi's
delighted eyes also made out a tall metal stand with a dangling hook, and what
looked like a low, narrow gymnasts' balance beam. Mindi was in Heaven.
"Welcome," Katrina was standing by the slave platform, smiling up at Mindi
as she crawled down the ramp. "We're not starting just yet, but I thought
you might like to see the dungeon."
"It's gorgeous! What's the balance beam for?"
"I bend you over it and tie your arms to your legs. Then I have my wicked
way with you."
"Is that what you're doing to me tonight?" Mindi's heart was pounding at
the thought of it.
"Oh no. You'll be finding out soon enough. First we'll go upstairs and
have a beer."
Mindi crawled to the ground level and stood up to follow Katrina up the
stairs into her kitchen. "I don't really like beer" she said, but the remark
was ignored until they were seated at the table with a couple of open bottles.
"I need you to relax a little. Your hands are trembling. And believe me,
the next game will be much easier if you get a little buzz going first.
"I can handle it," Mindi promised.
"It will be easier for me," Katrina said.
Mindi wasn't sure how she felt about that comment, but Katrina wouldn't
explain. It sounded like she was psyching herself up to really torture Mindi.
That was scary and wonderful all at once. And it made Mindi remember
something that had to be discussed before the torture began.
"Mistress, I'll obey you. I'll drink the beer, but.-"
"Beers," Katrina corrected. "Both of these are for you."
"I'll drink the beers. But may I say something about the safe word?"
"Yes, of course," Katrina sighed." We need to pick one, don't we? It
should be a tune you can hum in case you're gagged."
"No, Mistress, please. It has to be real. You can't put me in chains and
then give me the key to get out of them. I don't want a safe word. Not ever."
Katrina stared at her for a long time. Nodding slowly, she gestured for
Mindi to drink up. "We'll compromise," she said finally. "You and I will
trust each other. But from time to time, I may be lending you out to others. At
these times, you will have a safe word. No argument. I will protect my
property. It can be unique to each occasion and forgotten immediately afterward
so it does not threaten my control over you. Will that work for you?"
Mindi liked the compromise and promised to use the safe words if any of
Katrina's friends went too far. Grateful for Katrina's understanding, Mindi
finished the beer as quickly as possible and started on the second.
Katrina watched carefully as Mindi drank. When she'd nearly finished the
second bottle, Katrina opened a third and set it on the table. "Just one more,"
she said, laughing at Mindi's dismayed expression. "Then we'll get
started."
Mindi was definitely feeling a buzz now and she wasn't even tasting the
beer anymore. She was eager to know what Katrina was planning. She finished off
the second bottle and quickly guzzled down half of the third.
"That's enough," Katrina said. "You're ready."
Eager to please her Mistress, Mindi pleaded to finish. "I can drink it all.
I want to do this right."
Katrina nodded, smiling mysteriously. Mindi shivered a little under her
gaze and in thrilled anticipation, she drank down the rest of the beer.
Katrina led Mindi back down the steps into the dungeon. Taking her by the
hand, Katrina took her over to the stainless steel tub. "This is a portable
hospital shower. Before anything else, I'm going to give you a bath."
Mindi was directed to climb into the tub. She did so a little tipsily,
almost stumbling on the sharply sloping bottom. After the long flight, the
exhaustion of travel, and nothing but soup for dinner, the beer was going quickly
to Mindi's head. "Steep," she said, trying not to giggle.
"It's supposed to be. These things are designed to drain quickly. Get in
the Cradle position with your head at the low end."
Mindi tried to obey, but the beer and the uneven surface made it difficult.
Katrina had to help her lower herself down into the basin.
Katrina had prepped her tools earlier and they were lying on the floor
beside her. Once Mindi was settled in the tub, lying on her back with her knees
in the air, Katrina knelt down, picked up two sets of handcuffs, and linked
Mindi's wrists to her ankles.
"Now we are ready." Katrina reached down and trailed her fingers between
Mindi's breasts. "Almost bath time. Just one or two little things left to do.
"
Katrina removed her hand from the tank and picked up something from the
floor beside her. "Tell me, Mindi, have you ever put anything in your ass?"
"No, Mistress." Mindi's anxiety level kicked up a notch, but the beer made
it a fuzzy, low-grade worry.
"Not even a finger?"
"No, Mistress."
"I can't believe some guy hasn't tried to sneak his way through your back
door."
"No, Mistress. They always asked me first."
Katrina laughed at that. "Of course. You needed them to take you, not ask
for permission."
"Yes, Mistress." Mindi was feeling pleasantly lethargic and relaxed, ready
for anything. Having her head lower than her feet was also making her
dizzy, but it was a peaceful, drifting sensation that Mindi quite enjoyed.
Katrina held up a tapered, black rubber toy for Mindi to see. "Well, I'm
going to put this in your ass whether you like it or not. It's called a butt
plug. I'm sure you've seen one before. The thick middle part lodges in your
rectum like a cork in a bottle. It won't come out unless someone removes
it. You could probably push it out, but I have a way to prevent that."
Katrina lifted a bottle of lubricant and squeezed a very generous amount
out over the toy, letting the excess drip down between Mindi's legs. She used
her fingers to spread it all over the plug and to massage it into Mindi's
crotch. One exploratory finger ventured into the tightly puckered virgin
opening, greasing the path the toy would be taking.
Mindi tensed up at the intrusion, but she gradually forced herself to
relax. After some thorough probing, the finger was removed and Mindi felt the
rubber tip of the toy nudging at her rear opening. She braced herself for the
invasion. She was sure it was going to hurt, but she couldn't do anything to
prevent the penetration, and she blessed the restraints that made her so
vulnerable.
Katrina was very gentle at first. The rounded wedge was pushed slowly and
gradually into Mindi's anus, and it did hurt, but Katrina was careful, making
soothing, comforting noises as she inserted the plug. Patience is really
just a soft word meaning iron determination and Katrina was very, very
patient. Mindi's virgin bottom resisted the assault, attempting to expel the
intruder, but Katrina was both committed and experienced. Little by little, Mindi
lost the battle. She was opened up and forced to swallow the rude object
into her tight, taboo orifice. She had vowed to herself that not one scream or
whimper would be heard from her, but Mindi couldn't stop her sigh of relief
when the thick bulge cleared the stretched opening and her sphincter
squeezed down around the narrow protruding handle.
"Good girl." Katrina rewarded her by leaning into the tub and giving a
quick, sucking kiss to each of Mindi's nipples.
But even these exquisite sensations did not distract Mindi from the feel of
the rubber stopper jammed in her rear end. The thing was amazingly
uncomfortable, not pleasant at all. It was almost enough to sober Mindi's mind. It
was a thrilling humiliation and Mindi was very appreciative. "Thank you,
Mistress," she whispered up at her abuser.
"Wanna see what it looks like?"
"Very much, Mistress." Mindi expected Katrina to use a mirror, but the
Mistress surprised her by pulling a digital camera out of her pocket. She aimed
it at Mindi's crotch and took several quick pictures.
Katrina brought the camera screen to Mindi's eyes and flipped through the
images. The sight of her own visibly wet pussy and the plugged up asshole
just beneath was mesmerizing to Mindi. She had never really looked at herself
before, and she had never even imagined seeing this view.
Her pussy was open to the camera, a clear invitation to anybody seeing it.
And the small black handle emerging from her bottom had made her even
wetter. It was worth it to be this uncomfortably penetrated if she could provide
such a sight to someone.
"May I have a copy of the pictures, Mistress?"
"When I print these out, you'll certainly get one of the sets."
"One of the sets?" In her alarm, Mindi forgot to address Katrina as
Mistress.
Katrina didn't mention the error, but made a mental note of the lapse. It
was always good to keep a list of transgressions. If she ever wanted to
inflict an especially harsh punishment, a handy excuse would be available. But
for now, the thought of who might see the pictures was torment enough for the
novice slave.
"My old master would love to see these. Just think about that. The governor
will be jerking himself off while looking at photographs of your sweetly
pierced self."
Mindi could well imagine it. The beer gave her courage and she almost
demanded that Katrina send him the pictures immediately. But she remembered in
time that a slave did not have the right to make demands.
"As you wish, Mistress." Her voice was husky and breathless. Katrina
smiled knowingly down on her.
"We'll take more pictures later. After your bath. Let's finish getting you
ready."
Katrina picked up an intimidating flesh-colored dildo and brandished it
admiringly. It was almost realistic, but any man who sported that monster would
send most girls fleeing in terror. Mindi nearly panicked at the sight of
it. No way would that brute ever fit inside her.
But Katrina proved her wrong. She did use the lubricant, but she was not
nearly so gentle this time. A vagina is designed to accommodate a penis. With
enough effort, even an extra-large, artificial penis could manage the
occupation without injury, especially when the pussy in question was so very wet
and belonged to a woman who begged to be abused. Mindi was helpless to resist
and her struggles were all in vain. The cuffs held her securely in the
Cradle position while Katrina shoved the giant cock deep inside her. Front and
back, Mindi was soon plugged up tight, stretched wide in both her holes.
"Two more things and we're done," Katrina told her. Mindi assumed she'd
be blindfolded and gagged again, but the Mistress had something else in mind.
Mysteriously, she picked up a heavy-duty plastic garbage bag and opened it
up.
"Should have done this part first," Katrina grumbled to herself. Without
bothering to explain, she gripped the dildo, tugged it out of Mindi, and
dropped it into the garbage bag. Gripping the toy through the dark plastic,
Katrina smeared more lubricant over the wrapped dildo. It looked like Bigfoot's
cock covered with King Kong's condom. Then Katrina put the toy back at Mindi'
s entrance and shoved it into her once more.
The dark brown plastic garbage bag looked very strange, emerging from Mindi'
s pussy like that. Mindi wanted to ask what the purpose of this was, but
her head was spinning from sensations and alcohol and Katrina was already
moving on to the next step. She picked up a side-tie bikini bottom from the
floor beside her. With brisk, efficient motions, she covered Mindi's groin and
the devices penetrating her, then tied the swimsuit in place. It would never
meet the basic requirements of modesty as the vibrator and butt plug left
obvious bulges under the fabric. But the bikini bottom would keep everything
inside. The top of the garbage bag emerged from the skimpy garment and
Katrina arranged this as a blanket over Mindi's body.
Mindi was burning with curiosity, but the alcohol was affecting her a
little too quickly and she was afraid she might pass out before they finished
with the preparations. She really wanted to know what the purpose of all this
was.
Katrina stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Okay. Looking good. But it'
s getting late. We'll forgo any further play until morning. I'm going to
leave you like this for the rest of the night. Try to get some sleep. I'm
going up to bed."
Mindi was aghast at the abrupt end of the games, although spending the
night trussed up and stuffed tight did have its appeal. "What about my bath,
Mistress?"
"Eager little kitten, you'll get your bath, I promise. It will be very
special."
"Will I have to get drunk again?"
Katrina shook her head. "You're just a little buzzed. I didn't want you to
get drunk. I only wanted you to drink the beers. But that reminds me..."
She walked to a small refrigerator Mindi hadn't noticed before and brought
out a bottle of water. "Hangovers are caused mostly by dehydration. I don't
think you drank enough to cause you any serious difficulties, but a couple
of aspirin and some water should prevent a headache."
Mindi was helped to sit up a little. Locked in the Cradle position, she
couldn't easily do it herself. Katrina fed her three aspirin from a bottle in
her pocket and put the water to her lips so she could drink.
"All of it," Katrina insisted. We don't want your head hurting."
Patiently, she made Mindi drink down the entire bottle, then lowered her back into
the tub.
"Please, Mistress, before you go, may I be gagged again? And blindfolded?"
"No blindfold, but I'll turn off the lights. It gets pretty dark down
here. The gag, however, I think we can do." She walked across the room to a
large tool chest. She returned with the toy she'd mentioned to Mindi earlier, a
ball gag with a protruding dildo. "We won't be getting full use of this
tonight, but I like the way it looks."
Katrina held the gag in one hand and with the other, unbuttoned her pants.
Peeling off the slacks, she grinned down at Mindi. "we'll have to use my
panties this time."
She slipped off the bit of black lace, revealing a pretty, reddish blonde
thatch of pubic hair. She wrapped the panties around the dildo gag, with the
head straps running through the leg openings. Bending down over the tub,
Katrina started to fasten the device to Mindi's head.
Suddenly realizing that this was her very last chance to address a
swiftly-developing problem, Mindi blurted out: "I have to pee, Mistress."
Katrina only laughed and fixed the gag securely in Mindi's mouth. "Of
course you do. After three beers and a bottle of water, I'd be very surprised if
you didn't. Why do you think I made you drink them?"
Mindi's eyes grew very wide, realizing that this bladder pressure was to be
a part of her ordeal. The thought of it was unbearable. She strained at her
bonds and pleaded incoherently to be allowed to relieve herself first.
Desperately, she begged through the gag, hoping to convince Katrina to relent.
If she'd had a safe word, she would have used it. And yet, deep down, under
the panic, Mindi knew this was exactly why she'd refused such a way out. She
fully expected the Mistress to honor that refusal and leave her to her
torment.
Katrina knew exactly what Mindi needed, better than Mindi herself. She
lowered her slave back into the tub, made sure the plastic bag covered her up to
the neck, then turned her back on the struggling captive and climbed the
stairs, dangling her pants over one shoulder. Pausing at the top to turn off
the lights, she called down: "Just relax. Thinking about it will only make it
worse, you know. Whatever you do, don't think about waterfalls, dripping
faucets, or flowing rivers. Try to ignore the urgent need and forget about how
good it would feel to just let go. Enjoy your bath."
When the door closed, Mindi was left in absolute blackness. Katrina's
promise that it would be `pretty dark' was a laughable understatement. And her
last remarks had made very clear the kind of bath Mindi was expected to take.
It was a test of wills between master and slave, reinforced by the cold
steel circling Mindi's wrists and ankles. The handcuffs and beers made the
results inevitable. The winner was predetermined. Sooner or later, the loser in
this contest would be lying in a pool of her own urine.
Katrina had planned it all out. Mindi could see that now. From rushing her
through the beers to pulling the bottle of aspirin from her pocket, Katrina
had obviously prepared every step of this drama.
And Mindi would be privileged to suffer the results. But even if the
contest could have only one possible outcome, the willing victim was not going to
simply surrender. She would resist the urge to pee for as long as possible.
Ultimately, she would fail. That was a given. But Mindi would not
deliberately piss all over herself until she could no longer control it.
Her position in the tub, with her feet at the highest point of the sharply
sloping floor, meant that any and all liquids would collect directly beneath
her head. It was almost certain that Katrina had blocked the drain. And the
purpose of the garbage bag was now obvious as well. Tucked inside her, the
plastic would prevent Mindi's emissions from trickling down through her
legs. Instead, they would be forced to run in the opposite direction, running
along the underside of the plastic, down her body, toward her face.
Mindi tried to think of other things, but the silent darkness did not offer
many distractions. It was like being in a cave. Katrina's dungeon was in a
deep basement, well insulated by the surrounding earth. Mindi was trapped
underground with only her own thoughts for company.
But Mindi did have one very powerful source of distraction available to
her: Katrina's panties were in her mouth. The Mistress had clearly enjoyed
putting Mindi through her paces, for the lace had been very wet with feminine
excitement before it ever touched her tongue.
Mindi explored the shape of the gag, wrapped in the underwear. She chewed
and licked at it and learned that it had a different shape and size than the
ball gag she'd worn before. This one was a narrow egg shape and did not
completely fill her mouth. Mindi could move it around with her tongue and wiggle
the dildo protruding from her face. And she got a good taste of pussy as
she played.
She recognized the flavor now, but she wasn't yet experienced enough to
distinguish between the taste of Katrina and herself. Perhaps Katrina would
give her a thorough education with several different Mistresses to identify by
taste alone and vigorous bare-bottom spankings for every mistake.
The thought of it had Mindi's own moisture flowing copiously. She was
already in a state of high arousal from the bondage, the toys impaling her front
and back, and the insistent demands of her bladder. The fantasy of having
one woman after another lowering themselves to her face and tongue so Mindi
could learn each individual spice was almost overwhelming.
Squirming in her restraints, Mindi discovered that she was not entirely
powerless after all. Escape was beyond her capabilities, but by tensing and
relaxing the muscles in her thighs, she could adjust the bikini bottom's
tightness slightly, causing the thick dildo to move just a little inside her.
It wasn't directly stimulating her clit, but Mindi was so aroused, she didn'
t need the direct contact anyway. The great plastic cock had split her wide
open, filling her up like a flesh and blood version could never do. Mindi's
poor, abused pussy was stretched out around the monster. The intensity of
those sensations, combined with the obstruction in her ass, and the
increasing pressure from within was more than enough. By working the toy in and out,
even just that tiny little bit, Mindi brought herself to a slow, satisfying
orgasm.
She shuddered, arching her back as the climax claimed her body. The cuffs
clanked and jingled as her arms and legs tensed up, vibrating with the muscle
spasms running through Mindi's captive flesh.
But it left her worn out afterward. The day's events had been exhausting.
She wasn't sure what the time was, but roughly twelve hours earlier, she'd
been on a plane, coming back from two stressful weeks with her family. Since
arriving home, she'd been bound and abused, erotically humiliated in ways she
'd dreamed of for years. This final orgasm had drained away all her
tension, and even the extreme discomfort could not prevent Mindi from falling
asleep.
Mindi slept peacefully in her restraints for several hours. At least, she
assumed several hours had passed once she woke up. It was still pitch black
and she was still in the tub, cuffed wrist to ankle in the Cradle position.
But she felt rested, and a little cold, as she usually did after a night's
sleep or a good long nap. The most significant indication that time had
passed, however, was that she was now bursting with the need to pee.
Mindi was about to lose control, there was no doubt about it. She was only
moments away from wetting herself. Still, she resisted. She sucked on Katrina
's panties and chewed on the ball of the gag, but that distraction no
longer worked. Her bladder's urges would not be denied much longer. She flexed
her thighs to shove the dildo in and out, quickly turning her desperation to
arousal, thrusting her hips against the intruders. Mindi clenched her inner
muscles around the toys and bit down hard on the gag.
She succeeded in bringing herself to a quick, intense orgasm. But the
momentary victory cost her the greater battle. The orgasmic contractions in her
abdomen opened the floodgates.
She heard the sound of liquid hitting the plastic bag and smelled the
sharp, pungent odor of urine. Mindi felt the river of hot piss streaming down her
body, splashing the undersides of her tits and running through the valley
between them. The reeking flood poured over her neck and off her shoulders to
pool under her head. It should have been disgusting. But the glorious
pleasure of finally releasing it was like having another orgasm.
And it just kept going. She'd held off for so long, there was a lot of piss
to get rid of. It felt so good, Mindi didn't stop even when she had reduced
the pressure to manageable levels and it would have been possible to regain
control of her bodily functions. There was just no point in it any more.
Her hair was soaking. Her ears were wet. Her body was dripping with urine.
Mindi had thoroughly pissed herself and she squeezed her internal muscles to
push out every last drop.
When it was finally over, Mindi lay panting in the darkness, musing over
the experience. She wasn't sure whether she'd enjoyed it, but it had
certainly been exciting. She decided to take this opportunity to learn all she
could, to know if this was an activity she'd want to repeat. It would be up to
the Mistress, of course, regardless of Mindi's preferences, but Katrina might
allow her to choose her own punishments in the future. It would be good to
know whether this was one Mindi would want to beg for. There was no telling
how long she'd be lying here. It would be best to spend the time productively.
Mindi lifted her head and dragged her hair back and forth like a mop
through the shallow puddle. She wanted to drench every strand. To truly learn any
lesson, she reasoned wryly, one must fully immerse oneself in the subject
matter. Cautiously, Mindi turned her head to the side until her cheek was
resting in the liquid, then did the same in the other direction, before looking
out into the darkness once more.
I've got piss on my face, she told herself, and I think I really do like
it. I've never felt so dirty in my entire life. It can never be something I
could do to myself, though. Somebody will have to force me. But when that
happens, I will enjoy this a great deal.
And she wasn't through, she realized. Beer makes you pee a lot. Mindi had
emptied herself once, but she had apparently refilled the reservoir while she
was thinking, because she was again feeling the urge to go.
It wasn't urgent like before. There was no emergency. She could hold it.
And this experience had given Mindi a new appreciation of the need itself. The
pressure had taken on an erotic pleasure all its own.
But still, there was no longer any reason to resist. She'd already lost the
contest, as she'd always known she would. Mindi lay back, relaxed, and let
herself flow, savoring the stream trickling over her.
Despite the acrid scent, the warmth was soothing. And feeling somehow safe,
locked up in Katrina's dungeon, Mindi drifted back to sleep.
She woke a second time when the lights came on. Her first thought was `I
slept in a urinal'. Mindi opened her eyes to see Katrina descending the
stairs. The Mistress was still naked from the waist down, wearing only a short
t-shirt she'd evidently slept in. Her blond hair was in a morning tangle and
her eyes were still sleepy.
But there was smug satisfaction in her smile. "Good morning! This is your 9
a.m. wakeup call. How was your bath?"
Mindi couldn't answer, except to mumble. Katrina nodded as if she
understood. And perhaps she did. The Mistress did have a lot more experience.
"The first time I saw this bath," Katrina began, as she reached the bottom
of the stairs, "My Master put me in a sixty-nine position with a second
female slave he'd borrowed from a friend. I was lying on the bottom. Her hands
were cuffed to my ankles and my hands were cuffed behind her back. He'd
given us beer and water, as I did to you, and he left us alone for hours. When
she couldn't hold it another second, my face was right between her legs.
"On another occasion, I was taken to a party of Masters and slaves. My name
was drawn from a hat, and I spent the entire evening in the bathtub.
Everyone was instructed to drink heavily and when they needed to pee, to use my
face.
Katrina was standing over the tub now, looking down on Mindi. She pulled
off her t-shirt and ran her fingers through her hair. Naked now, she grabbed
the mast of the shower and stepped into the tub, right into the deepest part
of the puddle. "I can't give you the same experiences just at the moment,
but I've promised you a complete training. Depending upon whom you end up
belonging to, these kinds of games may be a frequent occurrence."
Katrina stood with her feet on either side of Mindi's head. Holding onto
the mast, she lowered herself to Mindi's face. Katrina positioned her pussy at
the tip of the dildo gag and sank down on it with a grunting sigh,
penetrating herself as deeply as possible. "And this lesson just isn't complete
until someone's pissed in your face."
Her heart beating wildly with dread and erotic excitement, Mindi stared
anxiously at Katrina's crotch. The Mistress' pussy was speared by the dildo, a
fascinating, mesmerizing sight. The other end was in Mindi's own mouth. If
she wanted, she could manipulate the toy to bring Katrina pleasure. It was
an intriguing thought. But much more pressing on Mindi's mind was the other
opening, the tiny hidden one just above the pussy. In moments, it would be
releasing its spray of urine.
"You might want to close your eyes," Katrina suggested. And with no
further warning, she poured herself on Mindi's waiting face.
There was no evading the hot stream. With the dildo buried deep in Katrina,
Mindi's face was anchored firmly in place. She could not turn away or lift
her head out of the way of the flow.
Mindi gasped and spluttered under the downpour, enabling the wet gold to
spill through her lips, soaking the panties stuffed in Mindi's mouth. Katrina'
s piss did not taste nearly so good as Katrina's puss, but Mindi was forced
to swallow as the harsh and acrid liquid filled her mouth.
Katrina had not spent the night locked away from a bathroom, but she had
obviously prepared for this, holding back from relieving herself so as to have
a full bladder to empty onto her new slave's pretty features. It seemed to
go on forever. Mindi was absolutely drenched in the Mistress' piss.
When every last drop had trickled out over Mindi's lips and chin, Katrina
bounced up and down on the dildo a few times, then stood up, carefully
lifting herself off the intruder. Stepping out of the tub, Katrina wrinkled up her
face. "Remind me to mop down here."
She walked over to the tool chest and retrieved a key for the cuffs.
Returning, Katrina knelt at the side of the tub and unlocked Mindi's restraints.
When the cuffs were off, Katrina untied the wet bikini and gently removed the
plastic-wrapped dildo, dropping them to the floor beside her. The gag was
removed next, but the butt plug was left in place for the moment.
"Stand," she directed Mindi, once this was done. Mindi climbed very
stiffly to her feet. "Turn," Katrina said, patiently allowing for sore muscles to
remember their duties. "Worship," the Mistress ordered finally.
Even knowing what it meant, Mindi didn't hesitate. This was another test,
she knew. A proper slave will obey immediately, regardless of personal
discomfort. A proper slave will relish every humiliation. So Mindi knelt down in
the tub, put her forehead down in the pool of urine and crossed her wrists
behind her back. She was not surprised to feel the handcuffs lock her arms
together once more. And she almost welcomed Katrina's next command: "Find the
drain stopper and remove it."
Without her hands, Mindi was forced to use her lips, teeth and tongue to
accomplish the task. She opened her mouth in the collected piss and searched
for the little rubber knob, identifying its shape with her tongue. Gripping
it tightly in her teeth, she pulled it free. She stayed in position, still
holding the stopper in her mouth, until the last of the yellow liquid swirled
down the drain, and the Mistress released her.
Katrina took Mindi's hand and raised her to a standing position. She
removed the drain plug from Mindi's mouth and showed her approval by kissing Mindi'
s wet lips and sliding her tongue between them. Finally, she reached down
and pulled the anal toy free from Mindi's bottom.
"Just stand there for a minute, kitten. Let's get you cleaned up." Katrina
lifted the showerhead from its mast. The bath was designed for hospital use
and the nozzle was at the end of a long hose. An invalid would not have to
move much since the flow could be directed as needed.
Katrina turned on a warm, gentle spray and rinsed Mindi thoroughly from
head to toe. Reaching into a wire basket attached to he mast, she pulled out a
sponge and a bottle of shampoo. Katrina poured a generous amount of lavender
scented goop over Mindi's hair and worked it into a lather. As the excess
shampoo dripped down, Katrina used the sponge to spread it over Mindi's body,
soaping up her back and chest.
Mindi stood obediently as the Mistress washed her. She felt like a pampered
show dog being groomed for a competition. Katrina was carefully washing
away all traces of Mindi's golden bath, cleansing her entire body.
"This is also part of being a slave," Katrina said softly. "It's not
always about punishment. There are also rewards. Sometimes, I'll scrub you down
good and dress you up pretty. A Mistress loves to show off her belongings.
And at other times, I'll just want to touch and taste. Not all of your duties
include suffering."
As if to emphasize that point, Katrina leaned in to lick the water from
Mindi's nipple. She pressed the sponge down into her crotch, lathering Mindi's
pussy with more than just soap. The warm shower spray was aimed at her
bottom.
"The pee games," Katrina said, rubbing the sponge in a circular motion
over Mindi's clit, "are definitely not part of my usual entertainments. Only
on very rare occasions will I subject you to them. At that party I told you
about, where everybody was invited to pee on me in the bathtub, I was ordered
to keep my mouth open and to swallow as much as I could. I literally lost
my taste for such amusements that evening."
Katrina dropped the sponge into the tub and rinsed the soap from Mindi's
body. She paid special attention to every orifice, opening each of Mindi's
abused crevices with her fingers and flushing them gently with water. Finally,
she held the water stream near Mindi's face so she could rinse out her mouth.
Turning off the water and hanging up the showerhead, Katrina slid her hands
down Mindi's body, skimming the moisture from her skin. She helped Mindi to
step out of the tub and eyed her appreciatively. "I'm going to clean up
down here. Why don't you go up to my bedroom and lie down. Second floor, back
of the hall, on the left. Grab a towel from the bathroom to finish drying.
Don't worry about wet footprints on the way."
Mindi hesitated, unsure whether she should offer to help or not. It seemed
that a slave should be the one doing the work. But a slave should also
follow orders, and Mindi didn't really want to do the cleanup.
"Go," Katrina urged. "I want you in my bed when I get upstairs."
Grateful for the direct order, Mindi hurried to the stairs and went quickly
up. The door at the top exited into the kitchen, the only part of the house
Mindi had seen so far. Stepping cautiously into the living room, she saw a
beautifully furnished house, expensively decorated. Mindi was no expert, but
she believed the furniture and artwork must have cost more than the house
itself. And glimpses into the other rooms showed similar luxury.
There was no time for explorations, however. And Mindi didn't want to get
anything wet. She found the staircase to the second floor and rushed to obey
the Mistress' orders.
It was a strange feeling to be wandering naked through an unfamiliar house.
Mindi felt like a very naughty trespasser. Her nipples tightened up and a
warm glow spread through her at the thought. She practically ran the rest of
the way.
Mindi dried herself in Katrina's bathroom, using the hair dryer to remove
most of the water from her head. Then she went into the bedroom and peeled
back the blankets on the king-sized bed. Katrina obviously slept on the
right-hand side, where a nightstand held a lamp, a paperback book, and an empty
coffee cup. Mindi positioned herself on the opposite side. She would be the
wife or girlfriend or overnight guest. She was mistress to the Mistress.
By the time Katrina arrived, Mindi was snug and cozy under the covers and
was starting to feel a little sleepy. She had spent the night feeling safe
and secure in her restraints. She had slept very well, even when lying in her
own piss. It just hadn't been long enough. And it looked like sleep wasn't
to be allowed just yet.
Katrina stood by the bed and looked down at Mindi. "You've done very well.
I will accept you as my slave. We will discuss your training schedule
later. I have one more task for you, then you can rest."
Mindi sat up reluctantly, accepting that her will was in the keeping of the
Mistress. Katrina had a new position to teach her and it was Mindi's duty
to learn. She was made to get out from under the blanket and lie on top of
the bedspread. Her wrists were firmly tied to the bed frame, as were her
ankles. She was spread-eagled across the bed, fully exposed and vulnerable.
"This is the Victim Position, " Katrina informed her. "Kidnappers, serial
killers, third world torturers all utilize this position to keep their
subjects as helpless as possible."
Katrina went into her walk-in closet, emerging a few moments later carrying
a double-ended dildo. She brought this to the bed, liberally applied lube
to the entire length of the toy, and then gently slid one end of it into Mindi
's pussy. After spending the night skewered by that giant penis- shaped log
in the basement, Mindi easily accommodated this more realistically sized
cock.
The other half of the dildo was left protruding from Mindi's crotch. As she
lay there on the bed, looking down at herself, it appeared as though she
had grown a penis. She marveled at her hard-on, enjoying the masculine
experience, twisting her hips against the mattress to make her newly-acquired
stiffy wave back and forth.
And her new appendage was about to get a workout. Katrina climbed up onto
the bed, straddled Mindi's hips, and used her fingers to position the
cockhead at her opening. Sighing with pleasure, she sank down on the dildo,
impaling herself, until she was pussy to pussy with her bound slave.
"I like girls," Katrina said, slowly moving up and down, fucking Mindi and
herself with the two-headed dick. "I like the look of the female body. I
like to feel those curves under my hands. I like pushing my fingers into a
tight pussy. And I love the taste of girl on my tongue. But I have never
understood the choice of the exclusive lesbian. How could any woman forsake the
pleasures of deep penetration by a hard cock?"
Katrina's eyes were closed now, and she was riding faster, panting and
moaning as she brought herself to the edge. Mindi tried to do her part,
thrusting her hips upward, fucking the Mistress as best she could. Mindi was so
determined to give pleasure, to fully service the Mistress' needs, her own
orgasm came as a complete surprise.
Her back arching, straining against the ropes that held her, Mindi twisted
and writhed in ecstasy, the intense near-agony of overwhelming release
claiming her body. And above her, Katrina was riding the waves of her own fierce
climax. The two women thrust and pounded each other with their shared dildo,
fucking each other hard and fast as they came.
Katrina collapsed over her slave's body. Sticky with sweat and other bodily
fluids, skin glued to skin, neither woman could move for a long moment.
Mindi dozed.
She was done. Used up. Deliciously abused and thoroughly drained. But the
Mistress was not quite finished.
Katrina pulled herself free of the dildo and removed it from Mindi's pussy.
She put the toy on the nightstand, then crawled up the bed. The Mistress
wanted one more orgasm and the slave would provide.
"Stick out your tongue," Katrina ordered. Mindi obeyed in anxious
anticipation as the other woman put her knees on the pillow at either side of Mindi'
s head. Katrina lowered herself onto her slave's face and for the first time
in her life, Mindi had her mouth on a woman's pussy.
But she was not being asked to truly perform for the Mistress. Not today.
Katrina had no patience for inexperience at this moment. She merely needed to
masturbate, sliding her pussy up an down over Mindi's face and tongue,
humping her slave's head until she could make herself come just one more time.
Mindi had no choice but to let it happen. Tied down and helpless, with an
obsessive need to be enslaved, Mindi could only choose to serve. She pressed
her tongue to Katrina and joyfully reveled in her usage.
Before she'd met Katrina, the best sexual experience of her life had been
provided by a drunken frat boy in college, who'd mistaken her for his
girlfriend. She'd been at a party, searching for a bathroom, and wandered into some
guy's bedroom. He'd been naked on his bed, stroking his cock, when Mindi
had come in.
"'Bout time," he'd said, slurring his words. The boy had grabbed Mindi,
thrown her down on the bed, and proceeded to fuck her, ignoring all her
protests. He'd used his body weight to hold her down while yanking her panties
down to her knees. He'd shoved himself into her while she fought and struggled
to free herself. But when he came, deep inside her, so had she. Somehow,
the selfish, callous use of her body by someone who was focused only on his
own release, coupled with the excitement only fear can provide, had created a
powerful erotic cocktail Mindi had been searching for ever since.
As Katrina pleasured herself, grinding her pussy on Mindi's face, it was
not surprising that the slave found herself growing aroused once more. And
when the Mistress frantically tried to fuck herself on Mindi's nose, mashing
her clit against Mindi's eye, rocking backward to feel Mindi's tongue on her
ass, the slave found herself in the throes of orgasm once more, even without
any other stimulation.
She screamed her pleasure into the Mistress' pussy, struggling against her
bonds, pressing her face even harder into Katrina's crotch as her body
quivered and spasmed. She was barely aware of the convulsions happening above her
or the fresh flood of moisture wetting her face. Mindi was lost in the
rapture, and when it eased off, her conscious mind fled with it sending Mindi
into a blissful, exhausted oblivion.
When she recovered, and awareness returned to her, Mindi discovered that
her bonds had been removed. She was still lying on the bed, and a blanket had
been draped over her. The taste and smell of Katrina was still powerful, and
Mindi assumed that the Mistress' fluids had dried on her face. It was a
heady and welcome reminder of all that had happened.
She went searching for Katrina, but found only an envelope addressed to
her. Opening it, she found a simple white card with the words, "
Congratulations, slave. Your training now begins in earnest. Return to your home. Return to
your life. You will be told when to report for lessons. Until then, say
nothing of this. To anyone. Punishment will be severe.