Chapter Two
"Joan, you silly slut, stop that!" Karen could hardly believe the way the girl was squirming. After all, really-- it was only a bit of candle wax! What on earth would she do when they got around to...
"UUuggghh!" The sound Joan tried to push past the huge wad of nylon in her mouth wouldn't have carried far, even had there been anyone to hear. But, of course, there wasn't-- Karen had checked the calendar: Mistress wouldn't be back till the next morning.
"Here." Karen took the bound arms and used them to turn the slender captive from her left side to her right. "Always best to do these things nice and evenly," and she began to drip the wax on Joan's other breast.
Pitiful moans came from the stuffed mouth, and Joan resumed her useless attempts to free herself from the limb-straining hogtie that Karen had put her into. Her arms had both been fitted into a single nylon, serving as a sort of single full-length glove, and more sheer hose bound her wrists… and bound her ankles… and bound her wrists to her ankles. She was a gorgeous study in restraint, with her small, trim figure pretzeled by the bonds, her huge brown eyes watering over the gag, her long dark hair seductively mussed...
So this is what it's like. Karen felt a strange thrill run through her, and she tingled with arousal. To have a woman helpless, completely at your mercy... to do anything you want with her. No wonder Mistress always seems to be enjoying herself!
I still have so much to learn about all this!.
Since her abduction and enslavement by Mistress Christina, Karen had seen her life transformed as she'd never have dreamed.
For one thing, unlike most of Christina's "girls", the Mistress had actually sought Karen out, kidnapped her right out of the lingerie shop where she worked; right from the start, then, Karen had been marked as one of Mistress' "special" acquisitions.
Though most of Christina's slaves lived in their own homes, and came for their training only in the evening or on weekends, Karen had been installed in one of the sumptuous suites that Christina reserved for her "pets".
She was kept restrained, of course, and daily training had involved learning to accept a certain amount of punishment, but after a few weeks, Karen had eagerly settled into her role as Mistress' favorite. She was a quick learner, and found that she adapted well to the life of a pampered slave; she was smart enough to know just how to respond in a given situation to gain Mistress' favor... even if that didn't always sit well with some of the slaves that had been with Mistress longer than she had.
Probably the chief one it hadn't sat well with was Rita. Rita was a tall, muscular blonde, with cropped hair and a seemingly perpetual scowl. She had thought herself Christina's "special" pet, until Karen had come along.
It didn't help that Mistress Christina allowed Karen to remain utterly "femme", her lips and nails as glossy and red as her long, silky hair, her designer clothing always a sharp contrast to the leather and fetish gear most of Mistress' girls affected.
Like the others, Rita was smart enough not to let Mistress see her resentment of Karen... but on the occasions when Mistress wasn't looking, Rita did not keep her feelings secret.
Most of the women who came and went during Karen's first few weeks were fairly similar: leather and goth types, usually with some previous experience of the "lifestyle."
Joan, though, was something new... and different.
A few months earlier, Joan had been a pampered, cloistered housewife; now, she was a divorced working woman looking to do some experimenting... in a variety of different areas of her life… and that had led her, one way or another, to Mistress Christina's circle, where she had been a dream come true for any domme: a natural submissive who was trying to both test and suppress her bisexuality at the same time.
From Joan's first day, Karen had begun to feel some of the resentment that her own arrival had brought out in the others. If Karen was "femme", Joan was positively virginal. She'd never had a sexual relationship with a woman before, and some of the more... interesting... trappings of the life had proved deliciously new to her. The woman had never even worn cuffs before-- her first sight of a ballgag had nearly unhinged her! In fact, as Karen was discovering tonight, there were still plenty of sensual experiences the woman had yet to explore.
And, really, tonight had been so simple. With Mistress gone, and only Karen at home, it had been only natural to call Joan up, and invite her over for a glass of wine. When she'd arrived, Karen had found herself trembling with anticipation.
As always, Joan was perfectly turned out, in brown Gucci suit, with heels and hose to match. The young beauty might be new to the BDSM game, but flirting had been part of her makeup since forever, and Karen watched, aching, as Joan looked sideways out of her big brown eyes, and tossed the lustrous mane of brown hair, smiling her favorite "come-hither-don't-you-dare-touch-me" smile.
Karen quivered with lust, and refilled the wine glasses. It wasn't long before the tiny girl was tipsy. Karen, on the other hand, had taken pains to remain as sober as possible, so she was easily able to initiate a little "bondage game" with Joan-- and in just a few moments, the designer clothing lay piled on the floor, next to the huge assortment of hosiery that Karen had had ready for binding and gagging her lovely captive, which she did with the easy efficiency of a more than usually gentle bouncer handling a drunk. By the time her hands and feet were securely tied, Joan's goggling eyes over the gag suggested that she had sobered up a bit.
Even after several weeks of training, Joan was still an absolute delight for Mistress to bind and play with, as she would writhe and struggle so beautifully; now, though, she was bound and squirming at Karen's hands. And I'm the only other one that's played with her! Karen gloated to herself. That, of course, was a huge part of the excitement-- the forbidden nature of what they were doing. All the girls knew the one basic rule: they all belonged to Mistress, and socialization was not to go beyond the most casual friendliness without Mistress' specific permission. For all her cleverness, Karen knew she could never pass this off as "casual" socialization. So, she'd just have to make sure that, when she was done with Joan, the little bitch was too scared of Mistress' punishment to say anything.
She resumed decorating Joan's breasts with the candle wax, wholly absorbed in her captive's struggles… so absorbed, in fact, that she failed to hear any sounds coming from outside, or from down the hall, until a voice came from behind her.
"What on earth--?"
Karen froze at the voice, the dripping candle wax missing its target and puddling on the expensive Persian rug. Swallowing hard, she turned her head, to see Mistress Christina standing in the doorway of the salon. For an instant, Mistress' beautiful face seemed to have lost its usual composure, and a look that might have been pain... or disappointment... clouded the perfect features. It was gone as quickly as it arrived, though, and Karen found herself looking up from the floor, into the glowering dark eyes.
If it had been just that one pair of eyes, Karen would have felt bad enough. Another pair of eyes stood to either side of Mistress Christina, though. One pair belonged to Rachel, Christina's quiet driver... the other pair belonged to Rita.
"Mistress, I... I thought--" Karen extinguished the candle, scrambled to her feet, and ran to Mistress Christina.
For the first time in weeks, Mistress looked as though she wanted to administer physical punishment to Karen, drawing a hand back to slap her across the face. Instead, she stopped her hand inches from Karen's face; she took the girl's chin in her fingers... looked into her eyes... then turned her face loose with a gesture of disgust.
Guess I'll never know why she came back early Karen thought crazily, her eyes tearing. When she turned her face back to Mistress Christina, no words were needed: Karen dropped to her knees on the carpet, her head bowed.
"Bring her over here." Karen didn't dare look up, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Rita dragging the bound and gagged Joan across the carpet, and laying her at Mistress' feet, and Karen heard the disgusted voice.
"You're a new slave, but not a stupid one. I don't doubt that this wretched girl led you astray... but that is no excuse." She paused, and Karen could hear a truly pathetic whimper coming from Joan's gagged mouth. "Stop whining. Your punishment will be administered shortly. First, however..." and without looking up, Karen could feel the dark eyes boring in on her.
"Slave," and Karen knew this time that it was addressed to her. "Stand up."
That wasn't good. Kneeling was a posture for apology and submission. Under the circumstances, she would only be instructed to stand to receive punishment.
Karen obeyed. She knew she ought not to meet Mistress' eyes, but she couldn't help herself-- and the pain she read in the brief glance that she allowed herself gave a hint of just how deeply the betrayal had cut... and that her punishment would not be a mild one.
"Rita will now strip you." The information was delivered in a tone of ice as Karen stood, quaking.
"Yes, Mistress." Karen swallowed hard as the big blond dyke approached her. Karen could see Rita licking her lips, and half-expected her to pull out a knife and start sharpening it like a cannibal in some cartoon.
Karen stood like a tailor's dummy as Rita began by savagely yanking at the black Halston jacket. Karen knew she'd never dare damage it-- it was, after all, Mistress Christina's property-- but the contempt with which she threw it aside left no doubt about her feelings.
"Say 'thank you'." Mistress Christina's voice was as cold as Karen had ever heard it.
"Thank you, Rita-- MISS Rita," she quickly corrected herself before Mistress had to admonish her.
The blonde gave a twisted smile, and began to undo the buttons on the white silk Claiborne blouse. Her large, strong fingers took their time, tugging slightly at the fabric now and again, leaving Karen in no doubt as to what she'd have been doing if she had a free hand.
After the blouse, Rita successively deprived Karen of her skirt, bra, panties, shoes, old-fashioned garter and lace-top stockings.
Each item removed was followed with a humiliating "Thank you, Miss Rita," which made the blonde's smile grow even wider. Finally, with nothing left to remove, Karen and Rita looked to Mistress Christina; Karen had been nude with her mistress countless times, but had never felt to utterly ashamed of her nakedness before.
"Now, put her in that chair." Mistress Christina used her eyes to indicate one of the low-backed armchairs that she had purchased specially for the ease with which a slavegirl's arms might be drawn down behind it.
Rachel went to a cupboard in the wall, and began to sort through some sets of cuffs and gags.
"No." Mistress Christina's voice, low and deadly, stopped her. The girl turned to see Mistress nod to the pile of hose still on the floor next to where Karen had been binding Joan. "Use those."
Karen shuddered. No one knew better than did Mistress Christina what nylon hose did to Karen; not just the sexiness she felt when wearing it-- but also the feeling of helpless arousal that would flood her when tied with it. Under the circumstances, she had no illusion that this was being done for her pleasure.
Rita sauntered over to the pile of hosiery, and picked up a fistful of the stockings. She turned her head, and cocked an eye at the trembling redhead. Once more, the scowl twisted into a sick parody of a smile as she looked Karen's naked body up and down, practically following the path of the shivering from her head to her toes. Without a word, she took Karen by her right arm, and brought their faces close together. She didn't say a word-- Mistress hadn't told her to, after all-- but there was no mistaking her look of triumph as she forced the naked girl down into the chair.
Rachel came to assist, and Karen felt her arms drawn behind her, and pulled down the back of the chair. Rita gave her upper arms a sharp twist, and Karen had to suppress a cry of pain-- she knew Mistress would punish her for any sounds she might make, unbidden.
Rachel, by contrast, was all business, looping one of the nylons around Karen's wrists and cinching them tightly together-- it didn't matter, though. Just the feel of the sheer fabric binding her wrists was enough to elevate Karen's heart rate and start her squirming her naked ass uncomfortably on the chair seat.
For a moment, Karen was back there again-- back in the store that had been part of her other life-- that night that Mistress had taken her. Karen had always known that wearing nylon hosiery on her legs did something to her-- brought something out in her-- but her experience that night had been utterly new... and transforming. That night she had been bound hand and foot with hose. Her mouth had been gagged with it. She had found herself as much a captive of that incredible, arousing feeling, as of Mistress Christina herself.
As Rachel finished tying Karen's wrists to the back of the chair, Rita had knotted together a pair of the stockings into a single, longer piece; she smiled down at Karen as she pulled at either end of the hose, showing her how secure the knot was. She then walked behind the bound girl, and Karen felt the silky touch of the fabric as it was draped around her upper arms.
"Ohhh..." she let out a low moan that she prayed would not merit punishment-- but she couldn't help herself! Her bound hands already rendered her helpless... to add more of the nylons to her bondage would only have the effect of arousing her further... something Rita seemed quite aware of.
For a few moments, the tall blonde just slid the sheer fabric back and forth, slowly, allowing it to caress Karen's skin, and watching as the redhead's breathing quickened. When she thought she'd aroused the girl enough, she began to slowly tighten the loop of nylon about Karen's upper arms.
Oh, God. Here it came. That moment that would send Karen into a fit of madness-- that indescribable moment when the feel of the nylon moved from silken caress to steely restraint. She felt the stocking start to bite into her skin as the loop was tightened... felt her arms move closer together... her elbows finally reaching the point of touching... and she bit her lip, letting a defeated whimper escape her mouth.
"Having fun, Red?" Rita whispered in her ear, while Mistress Christina's attention was momentarily focused on Joan. Karen gasped, but knew better than to respond for fear of Mistress hearing. Instead, she hung her head in a pose of defeat, of submission... and it burned inside to think of the satisfaction that would give to Rita. But what choice had she? Mistress had placed her into her rival's hands, and Rita was skillfully working on her greatest weakness.
Tugging one last time at the cruel bondage on Karen's arms, cinching the knot firmly, Rita handed Rachel one of the stockings, and nodded to Karen's legs. Both women knelt down and two sets of fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Karen's thighs as her legs were pulled wide apart.
"Oh." The tiniest of gasps escaped Karen's lips at the touch and she pulled reflexively at her bonds. She was starting to cry, now, as strong female hands held her legs in place, and more of the nylons were used to fasten her legs, tightly, to the legs of the chair. Her mind raced with images of all the things she wished those hands were doing down there!
Karen could feel the chill conditioned air of the room whispering across her blazing loins, her legs spread wide; she sat, bound, exposed, vulnerable... and knew that Rita was not yet done.
The tall blonde had returned to the pile of hosiery on the floor. She had found the panties and pantyhose that Karen had stripped from Joan, along with Karen's own discarded panties and stockings. She held the handful of fabric in front of the bound girl's face, and Karen's eyes widened at the sheer quantity of it.
Rita ran her thick, powerful fingers through Karen's long red hair. Instead of savoring its silkiness, as Mistress loved to do, she simply gathered a thick fistful of it, and yanked Karen's head painfully backwards.
Her neck straining, Karen looked up at Rita's face; the big blonde was obviously dying to make some smart remark, but was constrained by Mistress' presence. Instead, she simply took her time inserting Karen's panties into their owner's mouth. With the brutal efficiency of an auto mechanic changing spark plugs, she worked the musky fabric deep into Karen's mouth, pressing it down on her tongue, and nearly to the back of her throat. Karen was still trying to calm her gag reflex as Rita jammed Joan's panties in on top of Karen's own; these she stuffed up into the girl's cheeks, causing them to bulge like a distressed chipmunk's.
Karen's own nylons were used next: with her mouth gaping open from the quantity of cloth inside, Rita was able to jam one of the stockings brutally against the packing, and force it more deeply inside as she pulled the stocking around Karen's head.
Rita repeated the process with the remaining stocking, winding it around Karen's head, tying them both tightly over the long hair, making any movement of her head extremely difficult.
The "ensemble" was then completed as Joan's pantyhose were pulled over Karen's head like a hood; she could not only taste Joan in her mouth from the panties, but her head was now filled with the girl's scent. Through the filmy fabric, she looked across the room, to where Joan lay at Mistress' feet, and Karen wanted her more than ever.
For a moment, it was quiet, and Karen squirmed in her hopeless arousal. Everywhere they had tied her, everywhere they had touched her, her flesh seemed to burn... a burning that was reflected tenfold in her aching sex.
"Now," Mistress Christina rose from the couch, leaving Joan kneeling, head to the floor. She looked down at Karen, who was flanked by her two captors.
"You two. You are to work this slut." Stone. The only way to describe the sound of the voice. "You may use fingers, lips, teeth, tongue, hair-- anything you like. You may play with any part of her that appeals to you..." She dropped a long-nailed finger in the general direction of Karen's throbbing, exposed pussy. "But you may not touch her there."
Karen's eyes widened, and she stared up through the pantyhose hood at her Mistress, in horror. Mistress Christina spoke to her.
"Slut, if you cum, you will be punished." Scarcely pausing, she spoke to Rita and Rachel. "If she does NOT cum, you two will be punished."
Karen gave a shriek into her gag as the two women turned their faces towards her. Rachel's betrayed nothing-- she would do as she was told, and Karen knew that her touch would be skillful and sure. On Rita's face, though, Karen saw her own doom: the big blonde would delight in fondling and playing with her helpless captive… and would then be able to savor Karen's punishment.
Through the panty hood, Karen saw the two women lean over her... and begin.