G2-Story-30-Gemma-Part 4

Gemma was physically drained after her marathon of arousal in the slave saddle, but her mind was alert and she heard footsteps coming down the corridor towards her locked room well before the bolts slid back and the door opened to reveal her Master. Steven looked cheerful and well-rested, his night clearly far more peaceful than the one Gemma had been made to endure by his ingenious devices.

“Ah, still awake I see!” he greeted her, “Good morning, slave girl and how was your night? Not quite as restful as mine, I suspect, but then that’s the diff ....” he broke off abruptly when a low pitched buzz interrupted and Gemma juddered helplessly atop the steel post when vibrations surged through her nude body. He smiled into her anguished face, then walked casually to the chair and pressed a button on the control. The buzzing vibrator stopped instantly and Gemma slumped in relief ... then snapped erect again, her eyes wide and staring when he switched the vibrator on for a moment, then off again.

“Sorry about that! My finger must have accidentally slipped.” he said, his broad grin making a lie of his words. Gemma glared at him, knowing full well that the “accident” was no such thing and there could well be other “accidents” if he was in a playful mood.

“Now then,” he went on, choosing to ignore her glare, “it’s nearly half past eight and your visitor should arrive about ten, so I assume you would like a bite of breakfast? I know I would.”
Gemma nodded eagerly. She hadn’t eaten for almost twenty-four hours and was ravenously hungry.

He was gone, leaving Gemma alone and still bound, but thankful that at least he had turned off the vibrators which had tormented her for so many hours. It would have been even better if he had untied her and lifted her off the saddle, but she was a realist as well as a slave girl and was grateful for small mercies. Her mind turned to the coming day while she waited for him to return and she wondered who her visitor might be. Today was the day he had said they had to be away on their travels, but to where? Naturally, he had not confided in a mere slave girl and so Gemma was reduced to guessing. Assuming her visitor was one of her other Masters, maybe she was going to be taken to their home, but from the way he had said “travels” it sounded more like quite a long journey.

She gave up in disgust. Masters never told their slave girls anything, so she would just have to wait and see. It was just another of the frustrations of being enslaved. Not that there weren’t compensations, she admitted to herself, remembering the previous day and night and her belly filled with a slow, luxurious warmth.

“Breakfast!” her Master carried in a tray and her nostrils twitched to the glorious aromas of bacon and coffee while he pulled the chair over to her side and set the tray down, then unbuckled her gag and rubbed her stiffened jaws until they could move freely again.

“Don’t talk. Eat.” he told her and lifted a fork full of bacon and egg to her lips.

Gemma was used to being fed by hand and did as she was bid; wolfing down every scrap of food she was given and drinking thirstily from the coffee cup he held for her.

“Much better thank you, Master!” Gemma replied gratefully, then added, “Master, may I say something?”

“Well, that depends, slave girl. What is it? Not a complaint, I trust.” and he gave her a hard stare.

“No, Master!” she said hurriedly, “ I wanted to ... to thank you.” she blushed, unaccountably embarrassed.

For a moment he didn’t say anything, just looking at her red face, then spoke.

“For ... for last night, Master.” she stammered, then took a deep breath and hurried on before he could reply. “For last night and ... and for giving me the c-courage to be a slave girl, Master.”

He gazed searchingly into her soft brown eyes, then nodded slowly, as if he had found what he was looking for in their shining depths.

“Ah.” he said, his lips curving into a gentle smile, “Now I understand. My congratulations, slave girl, on finding your true vocation and daring to accept what you have discovered about yourself.”

“Thank you, Master.” Gemma replied softly, warmth coiling in her belly to the knowledge that he really did understand the change in her, “I-I know what I am now, my Master and ... and I know what I w-want.”

“I’m very pleased for you, slave girl. And when and how did all this happen?”

“Last night, Master. When you left me and the vib-vibrators kept arousing me and making me c-come.”

“Good,” he chuckled, “It’s nice to know that my inventions work. Go on.”

“I couldn’t help myself, Master.” her eyes widened with remembered anguish, “They just went on and on until I nearly went mad!” Gemma sucked in a huge breath as she tried to calm herself, then went on more steadily. “You can’t possibly imagine what it was like. I couldn’t do a thing. But then ... I don’t know ... something happened and ... and I just knew what I wanted ...” her voice trailed off to silence and she trembled with the violence of her emotions.

Steven reached out and patted her cheek tenderly and Gemma gave him a tremulous smile, her voice almost breaking when she spoke again.

“Yes.” he agreed firmly, “By your own admission, that is exactly what you are.”
Gemma gave a great gasping shudder as his uncompromising tone warned her that he had no intentionof reducing the exacting standards he demanded of her.

He gathered up the dirty dishes and strode out of the room without a backward glance, bolting the door behind him. Gemma’s belly lurched with nervous excitement. Had she made a terrible mistake by telling her Master of her decision to accept her enslavement? After all, what more could he demand from her? Hadn’t he already taken everything she had to give?

Some time later, Gemma hollowed her spine to present her breasts, determined to greet her Master as the perfect slave girl she had decided to become when she heard him approaching the room. Her determination wavered somewhat when she heard a second set of footsteps accompanying his, the distinctive tip-tap of high heels telling her that her visitor was to be female.

‘Please let it be Mistress Alicia.’ she thought to herself, not Mistress Lydia, for she was frightened of the dark-haired dominant and knew how scathing she would be when she saw Gemma’s predicament then learned how she had been forced to submit to the vibrators built into the saddle. The bolts rattled back and her Master strode into the room, his eyes going immediately to Gemma’s displayed body, noting her submissive posture and the nervousness betrayed by the slight, almost unnoticeable tremors of her rounded belly.

“Excellent, slave girl.” he said briefly, “Hold that position and remain silent.” then turned as his companion followed him into the room.

Gemma’s nostrils flared widely, her eyes almost starting from their sockets as the visitor walked up to Steven’s side and linked her arm through his. It was not Alicia, but nor was it Lydia and Gemma bit her lower lip in anguish. Her Master’s companion was one of the loveliest women Gemma had ever seen. She had long glistening hair, black as a raven’s wing, framing a delicate heart-shaped face containing a pair of full red lips, small nose and two eyes of the darkest brown, almost black beneath long curling lashes. Short even in high heels, the top of her sleek head only reached Steven’s shoulder, her smartly-tailored, cream linen suit showed a pair of full breasts Gemma could only envy and long, well-shaped legs. She looked like a fashion model dressed in a business suit and Gemma felt sharp pangs of jealous resentment and shame at the contrast with her own nudity and bondage. To make matters worse, the woman was a total stranger and Gemma was under orders not to move, so couldn’t even attempt to cover herself.

“Gemma, let me introduce you to Helena. Helena, this is Gemma. Say Hello nicely, slave girl.” He was obviously enjoying himself and Gemma gritted her teeth, knowing that any attempt on her part to refuse or protest would earn punishment.

“Hello.” she said ungraciously, then, seeing her Master frown, quickly added, “Mistress.”

The short, black-haired Helena seemed uncertain whether to respond and looked up at Steven. He chuckled, clearly relishing Gemma’s embarrassment and smiled down at his tiny companion.

“Oh, it’s all right, darling. Gemma has been trained to call almost everybody Master or Mistress. Isn’t that right, slave girl?”

“Yes, I understand, Steven. And that’s why she’s all ... tied up and ... and naked, I suppose, is it? All a part of her being a ... a slave?”

“That’s right.” he agreed cheerfully, “It goes with the territory for a slave. Doesn’t it, slave girl?” and his eyes gleamed with mischief as he forced her to answer again.

Gemma knew what he was doing and decided that if he was going to play games with her, she might as well get it over with as quickly as possible.

“Yes, Master.” she answered peevishly, “I’m your slave girl and I must obey you at all times. If you wish me to be kept naked and tied up for your pleasure, then I must accept it, Master.” and she pulled her shoulders even further back, displaying her naked, ring and bell-endowed breasts still more prominently.

His eyes flashed as he heard her answer and Gemma swallowed nervously, hoping that her momentary slip into flippancy wouldn’t earn her immediate retribution.

“Gemma is quite correct, my dear.” he said, smiling at Helena, “However, she should also have mentioned that a slave girl is required to be respectful to her Master at all times. Any failure to do so might have unfortunate consequences ... for her.” His reply left his worried captive in no doubt that her lapse would not be forgotten ... or forgiven.

“I tell you what, Helena,” Steven broke in, “if you’ve got lots of questions, why don’t you ask Gemma directly? I’ll push off for a bit and you two girls can have a good, long chat without me overhearing what you’re talking about. How does that sound?” He smiled warmly at his lovely companion.

“No, not at all. It’s fine with me and I’m sure Gemma won’t object either. You ask her about anything you want to know, my dear. Don’t be nervous, she won’t bite you and she’s quite securely fixed so you don’t have to worry that she’ll get loose.”

“Good, that’s settled then. I’ll be back in ... what? An hour, say? Great! See you then.”

“Tell Helena whatever she wants to know.” he ordered firmly, “And tell her the truth, slave girl, or you will have to explain yourself to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master!” Gemma replied automatically, then realised that she had no idea what Helena was going to ask her. It was too late. Her Master’s back disappeared through the door and as the bolts slid home, she was alone with a complete stranger. An awkward silence stretched out longer and longer while the two women gazed at each other; Helena seemingly too shy to begin the conversation and Gemma carefully trained and conditioned not to speak until spoken to. Just when Gemma was nerving herself to break the rules and speak, Helena abruptly spoke.

“I don’t know, Mistress.” she said, red-faced, “I was enslaved at the beginning of April, Mistress.”

“It’s August 28th today, so that’s what ... about five months, isn’t it?” Helena replied and Gemma bit her lower lip. She still had seven months of her enslavement to serve. An eternity.

“How did it happen? I mean, why did you decide to ... to be ... what you are?” Helena’s cheeks burned with two bright patches of colour when she asked the question.

“I didn’t have any choice, Mistress.” Gemma said miserably and explained to the shocked brunette how her partner had bargained away her freedom for a whole year in return for a business loan.

“But ... but that’s awful!” Helena cried. “You poor thing! Couldn’t you have escaped, or something?”

“How, Mistress?” she asked simply, looking down at her bound legs and tensing her shoulders.

Helena stared at the leather and steel clamping Gemma’s body and gave a little shiver.

“No, I suppose not. Are you ... are you always kept tied up and h-helpless, like that?”

“I’m a bondage slave girl, Mistress. I wear the collar of my Masters and their chains make sure I don’t get away.”

As she spoke, Gemma noticed that Helena’s eyes were fixed on the rings and bells dangling from her pierced nipples and felt her face flush in anticipation of the next question.

“Who did that to you?” Helena’s fingers waved vaguely, but her meaning was clear.

“The Masters.” Gemma whispered and her questioner’s eyes widened, gleaming with an excitement that Gemma didn’t understand.

Helena couldn’t seem to get her questions out fast enough and a light sheen of perspiration beaded her forehead as she stared enthralled at Gemma’s piercings. Gemma didn’t want to reply, but remembered her Master’s instructions to answer, and answer truthfully.

“No, Mistress, it didn’t hurt. They used some sort of liquid to numb my br-breasts before they put the r-rings in. And they did it because they w-wanted to, Mistress. It made me their property, they said.”

Gemma gaped as Helena stared down at her own full breasts, then cupped them in her hands, muttering almost too softly for Gemma to hear.

“Mistress? Mistress?” Helena gave a start as Gemma’s voice penetrated her reverie, then gave her a brilliant smile.

“Sorry, Gemma. What were we talking about? Oh, yes. What are the small rings for?”

“They use them to control me.” she repeated defiantly, “To tie me so that I dare not move, or to tether me with a leash so I have to stay where they put me and do anything they want.”

Helena nodded thoughtfully, as if Gemma’s explanation had confirmed something she had been wondering about.

“Yes, I see what you mean. Tied like that, any slave girl would have to obey, no matter what she was ordered to do, wouldn’t she? Tell me, though, you keep talking about Masters, how many have you got for Heaven’s sake?”

“Seven that I know of, Mistress, but there may be others that I haven’t met.” Gemma admitted, blushing again.

“Seven. Good grief!” Helena was astounded, “Who are they all? Steven, obviously, but what about the others?”

For the second time, the shamefaced brunette had to admit that she didn’t know.

“They only tell me their first names, but there are five men and two women and they call themselves The Consortium, Mistress. It’s a sort of ... partnership and they all shared the costs of b-b-buying me, Mistress, so now I have to obey and s-serve them all.”

“Seven Masters.” Helena repeated, clearly shocked by the revelation, “I never imagined ... How ever do you do it?”

“I don’t have a choice, Mistress. If they find me displeasing, they p-p-punish me.”

“Sometimes I’m just spanked, Mistress, but more often they use a riding crop on my bottom. They really seem to like that, unfortunately.”

“Steven has a riding crop ...” she said slowly and swallowed hard as Gemma nodded silently. “It’s incredible, Gemma. I can hardly believe what you’re telling me, but it’s all true, isn’t it?”

“What’s it like, Gemma? What is it really, truly like to be a slave girl and to have to obey, even if you don’t want to? How does it feel?”

“It’s scary, Mistress. Scary and thrilling and terrifying and unbelievably exciting, all at the same time. I hated it at first. I hated being tied up all the time and I hated being gagged and I hated having to obey, but when you’re not given any choice, you just have to get used to it.

“I fought against it like mad to begin with, but that only got me punished more, so eventually I had to give in and go along with it. Since then, things are better, but it’s still very frustrating sometimes and it can be boring when I’m all left alone, locked in a cellar, or something.”

“It doesn’t sound like much fun.” Helena observed and Gemma gave her a wry smile.

“Well, Mistress, sometimes it isn’t,” she agreed, “but it’s not all bad. I’ve had an awful lot of pleasure, too. Until you’ve experienced being tied up and gagged so that you can’t move a muscle, then having a Master arouse you until your body feels as though it’s going to burst into flames, and you would willingly do anything he ordered if only you could, you just can’t imagine what it’s like. You can’t move, you can’t even scream or beg and it gets better and better and stronger and stronger, until he decides to let you come and then it’s sheer ecstasy.

“You can just let go, because there’s nothing you can do. Your Master is in total control of you, he can literally do anything he wants and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop him. And it gets easier each time. Easier for you and easier for him, until it’s second nature for you to surrender and it takes less and less for him to get you to that point.”

“That’s when you realise that you’ve become a slave girl, Mistress. When you find that you not only cannot control your responses to your Master, you don’t even want to any more. You’re a slave because you want to be a slave.”

There was a short silence as Helena digested Gemma’s explanation, then she spoke only two words.

“Sometimes I do, of course, Mistress.” a sad smile flickered Gemma’s lips, “But I’m not free. My Masters take care of me and provide me with food and warmth and I have to believe that, in their own ways, they love me.”

“Yes, I can understand that.” Helena said slowly, then asked, “Are you happy, Gemma? Truly happy with being a slave girl?”

Gemma pondered the question for long seconds, searching for the truth in her own mind and body, then held her head high and nodded firmly.

“Yes, Mistress, I am. Six months ago I would never have believed I could be happy as a slave girl, but I am. I’ve changed and I know it and accept it willingly. I’m a slave girl, Mistress and I love what I am.”

Gemma’s obvious sincerity and the sparkle of genuine joy in her soft brown eyes confirmed her words and Helena nodded in understanding.

“Yes, I believe you do.” she said softly, “Thank you for being honest, Gemma. You’ve answered a lot of questions I’ve been thinking about for some time and it can’t have been easy for you.”

“My Master ordered me to answer you honestly, Mistress.” Gemma grinned. “If I had disobeyed him, I would be punished.”

“What is this all about, Mistress? I don’t understand why you want to know all this?”

Helena flushed, a bright red stain mantling her cheeks and dropped her eyes from Gemma’s puzzled expression.

“Well, it’s like this ... it’s a bit embarrassing ... I needed to know whether ...” Helena’s disjointed reply stumbled to a halt and Gemma watched in fascination as the pretty brunette took a deep breath, struggling to regain her poise.

“I’ll start again.” she said more calmly after a few seconds. “It’s like this. Steven and I have been together for about three months now and I really love him. He loves me, too, and wants me to move in here with him. The trouble is, he wants me to be his slave girl. What he calls his love slave.”

Gemma’s eyes opened wide and her belly quivered with arousal as she looked at Helena’s pretty face and excellent body, visualising her kneeling naked before a Master. It was no wonder he wanted her as his slave girl. Collared and in chains, forced to serve him in any way he desired, she would make a lovely slave and Steven obviously realised it.

“I just can’t make up my mind whether to say yes or no. I want to be with him and I trust him, but I’m a bit worried about the slave girl idea. He’s awfully keen on it and I really want to make him happy, but I don’t know whether I can be submissive. What do you think, Gemma? After all, you’ve already done it haven’t you?”

Gemma looked down at the smaller woman and marvelled. Helena was extremely attractive and seemed to be quite well off. How could she even be considering giving all that up, to become a slave girl?

“Well ... I don’t really know, Mistress.” she replied carefully, “I suppose it depends on finding the right Master. I imagine any woman can be submissive if she wants it enough.”

“Yes, that’s the conclusion I’ve come to. Steven keeps telling me that if I agree to be his slave girl, he’ll take care of everything. All I have to do is be obedient. It’s certainly tempting and I really want us to stay together, because none of my other relationships has ever lasted.

“They always break up because I get restless and want to make things permanent before my partners are ready. This time, though, Steven is ready and I’m not sure I am. Do you think that if I agreed to what he wants he’d let me be free some of the time, Gemma? I mean, if he loves me, he wouldn’t keep me tied up all the time, would he? I wouldn’t mind as long as he wasn’t too hard on me and it’s not as if I’d have to obey lots of Masters like you have to, is it? Just Steven, and I think I could enjoy having to do whatever he told me.”

It was clear to Gemma that Helena was just whistling in the dark, trying to persuade herself that submitting as a slave girl to her lover was a sensible and logical choice rather than the wholly emotional decision it really was. Surely Helena must know that once she had submitted, there would be no going back? Her lover would become her Master and there was no way in the world that a Master, any Master, would permit a slave girl to make demands or set conditions about what she would and would not permit.

Helena must be either incredibly naive or incredibly optimistic to think she would be given any say in what happened to her. The instant she knelt and gave her submission would be the instant that she became a full slave girl, subject to her Master’s will, his discipline and, if necessary, his crop. If she made the mistake of thinking for one moment that she was somehow different from any other slave girl or, even more unwisely, immune to punishment, she was in for the biggest shock of her life. Gemma’s brain raced through these thoughts as Helena gazed up at her, obviously hoping that Gemma would agree with her.

It was a difficult dilemma for Gemma. On the one hand, her Master had instructed her to answer honestly, but on the other, Gemma could not know for certain that he would enforce complete submission on his lover if she agreed to be his slave. He might not intend to and if Gemma frightened Helena into refusing, he would probably blame her and punish her.

Gemma licked her lips and chose her words with the greatest care, trying to strike a delicate balance between frightening the brunette and lulling her into a sense of security which might turn out to be entirely false and persuade her into doing something she would regret.

“It’s ... difficult, Mistress.” she compromised uncomfortably. “If you really love him and it’s what you want, then agreeing to be his slave girl is the right decision for you. I know it was right for me, Mistress, but, well, it may be a bit harder than you imagine. My Masters can be very demanding and even ... cruel at times, so you really should think hard before you agree to submit. I’m sorry, Mistress, but I really can’t advise you. It has to be your decision.”

“Yes, I know that really, but thanks for trying.” Helena nodded. “You see, Gemma, it’s different for me. Steven loves me and I’m sure he won’t treat me as unkindly as your Masters treat you. I’ve heard what you’ve told me and I appreciate it, but I don’t think I need to worry. I think it’s going to be great fun.” and her full red lips curved into a happy smile.

Gemma held her peace, knowing that she had done her best, but that it hadn’t been enough. She had tried to warn Helena, but her veiled hints had been ignored and now the black-haired woman would just have to live with her decision.

“That’s for helping me make my mind up.” she said softly, “And this is for showing me that slavery isn’t always awful.” and she pressed her lips to the offered curve of the helpless slave girl’s left breast.
Gemma quivered in response, her arousal immediate and Helena giggled delightedly.

“Please, Mistress!” the low groan might have been a protest or a plea for more.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Helena’s dark eyes gleamed, “Would you like some more?”

“Yes. No. Yes, Mistress! Please ... please kiss me again.” Gemma was ashamed of her need, but longed to feel the lips again; her excitement fuelled by the thought that the raven haired beauty might ... no, would ... soon be a captive herself.

Helena kissed her breast again, and again, and Gemma moaned softly as her nipple began to stiffen.

“Hush now, Gemma!” Helena whispered and the aroused slave girl clamped her lips together obediently.

A slim finger tapped the silver bell hanging from her right nipple and Gemma jerked, her eyes wide when the bell tinkled softly.

“Those are really pretty. I like them.” It didn’t seem to have occurred to Helena that it might soon be her turn to have her breasts adorned by tinkling bells and Gemma wondered again how the brunette could have such a huge blind spot about her impending enslavement. Even with the evidence quite literally in front of her eyes, she just didn’t seem to see it and felt a surge of sympathy for the unsuspecting woman, remembering her own despair and disbelief while her body was pierced.

Helena was thoroughly enjoying herself, her lips and fingers sending massive arousal through her silent victim and Gemma’s breasts trembled and jiggled enticingly, her nipples thrusting like acorns and her bells tinkling continuously while she juddered to the stimulation.

Helena jumped back as bolts rattled at the door and Gemma gulped when her Master entered the room, his eyes going immediately to her swollen breasts and glinting as he saw the unmistakable signs of his lover’s efforts.

“I see you two have been getting acquainted.” he chuckled and both girls blushed redly, “Good, I’m glad you’re getting on so well. I take it that you’ve finished your little chat, Helena?”

“Just as well.” he said casually, “Otherwise she would have been in a lot of trouble. So, my dear, what do you think, then? Have you made your decision?”

“Oh, I don’t think we need keep any secrets from Gemma. Who would she tell?” he joked cruelly.

“Come Helena, no need to be shy. I’m all agog to know what you’ve decided.” and he gazed steadily down at his tiny, embarrassed lover.

“You really are a rat, Steven.” Helena protested and Gemma gasped at the brunette’s temerity.
Steven just smiled, but Gemma noticed that his eyes remained cold and knew that the insult had been stored away to be repaid later.

“Oh, all right, if you insist. I suppose that’s fair as it’s partly due to her explanations anyway. Yes, darling, I want to accept your offer. I will come and live here with you and be your sexy little slave girl, but you’ve got to promise not to be cruel to me. OK?”

“Of course I’m sure, darling. I think it’ll be great and I promise I’ll obey like a slave girl at least some of the time.” she laughed gaily.

“In that case,” her lover smiled easily, “I promise I’ll be your Master for as long as you’re a slave girl.” and his eyes sparkled with laughter.

It was a careful choice of reply, giving Helena little cause for alarm or suspicion, but effectively ensnaring her in a trap of words. If he was to be her Master for as long as she was to be a slave, then she would have to be a slave for as long as he chose to be her Master. For ever, if he wished. He smiled into her eyes and gripped her arms.

“If you are to be my love slave, honey, you must kneel and submit to me, here and now, please.”
Helena hesitated, but only for a moment, then nodded and made as if to go to her knees.

“No.” he said firmly, “Not like that, Helena. You must be naked, with your hands clasped behind your back. Isn’t that right, slave girl?” and he stared hard at Gemma.

“There now, Helena. You see? On your knees, my love and submit as a naked, humble slave girl to me as your true Master.”

Steven’s eyes bored into hers as Helena shivered wildly and at last, with a convulsive gulp of excitement and fear, the tiny brunette nodded. Gemma watched in astonishment as the soon to be enslaved Helena stripped herself naked before her waiting lover and sank, trembling, to her knees, her shaking fingers tightly clasped behind her.

“Thank you, Helena. Now say, ‘I, Helena, submit myself of my own free will as your slave, my Master.’” Steven’s voice was calm and almost hypnotic and Helena gasped audibly.

“I, H-H-Helena, submit my ... s-self of my own free w-will as your s-sl-slave, my M-Master.” she stammered and her naked shoulders quivered with excitement and emotion.

“I accept your submission. You are now my slave girl.” Steven announced softly. “Do not move.” and he scooped up her clothes and hurried from the room, bolting the door.

“Steven? Where are you going? Come back!” but she was too late. She rose to her feet and ran to hammer on the locked door, then turned to Gemma.

“No, Mistress, don’t.” she called urgently. “You were ordered not to move. If he finds you’ve disobeyed, you’ll be punished.”

“Listen to me, please, Mist-Helena.” Gemma told her fiercely. “Don’t you understand? You knelt and submitted! That makes you as much of a slave girl as me. He’d punish me if I disobeyed and he’ll do the same to you. You’re a slave girl, Helena. Really! Face it, you submitted to him. He’s not Steven your lover any more, he’s your Master and he can and will punish you if don’t do exactly what he says. Kneel down again, please.”

Gemma’s frantic attempts to explain suddenly got through and Helena’s lovely face crumpled as she realised what she had done.

“I submitted! she whispered brokenly, “I called him Master. Oh, what have I done?” and her dark eyes filled with tears.

The bolts grated at the door and Gemma straightened her spine quickly, her eyes filled with horror as she saw Helena still standing, as if frozen to the spot. Her Master and Helena’s strode in and Gemma gasped when she saw his crop in his right hand.

“Get back on your knees, slave.” he snapped to his erstwhile lover. “I told you not to move.”

Helena seemed paralysed, her jaws working but no sound emerging and before she could recover, her new Master was upon her, overpowering her futile struggles while he forced her to her belly then dragged her arms behind her and locked steel handcuffs on her wrists and ankles.

Helena’s shrill protests died to muffled screams when his strong fingers wedged a heavy leather gag between her jaws and buckled it cruelly tight. He stood and raised his riding crop and Helena screamed again behind her gag while he towered over her writhing nudity.

“You submitted as my slave girl and asked me to be your Master.” he told her forcefully, “You may have thought it was not real, or that I would not enforce your submission. You were wrong. I ordered you to remain on your knees and you disobeyed. That is not tolerated in a slave girl and you will now be punished for it. As it is your first offence, I shall be lenient. Two strokes only.”

The crop whistled down, then descended again and Helena shrieked in pain and shame as two thin red lines appeared on her naked buttocks, her hands clawing vainly.

“Your first punishment, slave girl.” he told her, “Learn from it, or it will not be your last.”
Gemma stared open-mouthed as Helena was bound and then cropped, knowing the devastating horror that the newly enslaved brunette must be enduring, but could do absolutely nothing to help her. Her Master turned to her.

“Did you tell my new slave what she might expect after she offered her submission, slave girl?”

“Yes, I know you did, slave girl. I found her questions and your answers most enlightening. The microphones I installed worked perfectly.”

Gemma gulped at the revelation, remembering how she had opened her heart to Helena, never dreaming that her Master was listening. Her Master chuckled.

“I shall enjoy playing the tape to Helena whenever she seems to be regretting her submission.” and he laughed cruelly as the naked, hand-cuffed brunette writhing in her bonds on the floor at his feet, whimpered in terrified anguish.

“Still, there’s plenty of time for that, but now I’ve got to make a phone call. You and I were due to go off tonight on that trip I told you about, but now I may have to rearrange a few things. Maybe I’ll make our duo into a trio.”

He strolled out of the door, not even bothering to close it behind him and leaving two helplessly bound and extremely frightened slave girls to their fears.

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