After the first week of Stacey's exquisite torment, she asks Mistress if she will take her as her third slave. Mistress's facial expression when she asked her this was one of contempt and abhorrence. Pausing for what seemed like 30 minutes or more, Mistress looks at Stacey and says, "I'll have to think about it."
Stacey gives a small smile at the fact that Mistress will consider taking her as a slave. In that same instant, Mistress orders Peter to bind Stacey in leather straps after doubling her over onto the ceiling hooks next to the sex table, with the strap on gagged in her mouth and her sex organs utterly exposed. Once she is completely bound with her hands strapped behind her neck cupping her feet that are also strapped behind her neck and her legs folded, I am instructed to place a clothespin on her hard hood just above her lips. After securing the pin on her hood, I must place a number of them on both of her bottom lips. The Mistress sits back in the Master Chair and watch, her expression softening some.
"Silent One, hand him the electric paddle." She tells him.
After he hands it to me, I am then ordered to place the phallus-shaped end inside of her organ after having fisted it for a few minutes to prepare her for it.
"Set it on high, Prince."
"Yes, Mistress." I obey.
Stacey wails loudly and even though it is muffled by the dildo in her mouth it's still easy to make out the grunts and groans emanating from her. She thrusts and twists her body towards my hand. It swings to some extent from the suspension. She lifts her eyes towards me, they have glossed over to a degree as I continue pulling the paddle in and out of her. But before she can reach her peak I am ordered to stop. Stacey groans and whines, tears starting to fall from her eyes.
"I have given it some thought." Mistress states, still sitting tracing her signature black leather paddle over her left hand and glancing at it, "I will take you as my third slave, but before that…" pausing she stands and sets her gaze on Stacey's red tear-filled face, "…you must undergo training from Meissner for two weeks, three days out of the week. Prince, you will attend with her, make sure that she doesn't embarrass me." She says to me, now walking towards us.
"Make sure that the two of you get together to find out what days and times work best for you. Also, I will make your first appointment with Jeff for tomorrow morning." Mistress says looking in my direction. I nod in understanding.
Looking back at Stacey she taps her throbbing red and still pinned organ playfully with the paddle. Stacey moans again thrusting her body towards Mistress but is pulled back from the swing that her motion created from the hook suspension. Being a switch, I am indifferent to her suffering and now so is Peter. He stands with his hands behind his neck and eyes to the floor, I am stilling with the electric paddle sill in my right hand and my left arm behind my back.
"You poor thing. You must want to cum so badly." Mistress says in a teasing manner. Tapping Stacey's sex again she turns around and walks towards the bed area.
Peter follows, I sit the paddle down on the sex table and follow suit.
As I walk into Meissner's room a look of awe must've shown on my face because he says to me.
"I would have thought that you yourself have been treated worse or at least done worst." Jeff says with a huge grin on his face.
Laughing I replied, "Well, I can't say that I haven't, because then that would be a lie."
Laughing Mr. Meissner slowly lays his eyes upon Stacey whom I have by the leash. I was instructed to bring her into the training room this way. As I am to come with her during her training I am acting as her second Master. Mr. Meissner prefers for the slaves to be collared, leashed and carrying their slave papers to assert that they are owned and by whom they are owned while they are in training so that their role as a slave is not questioned.
"Nice to meet you Stacey—Ah, what is her pet name?"
"Tinkerbell."
"Ah. Tinkerbell, how lovely and fitting for someone so petite." He smiles and glances at her once more. "Right this way."
Walking around the room as we are led by Mr. Meissner I look around and like what I am seeing. On the wall closest to the door and the wall on the other side of that one there are subs and slaves alike cuffed them spread eagle being poked and prodded with anything that their designated training masters can find, from the tasseled whip to the electric paddle. They are being teased, stroked, touched any kind of way without being allowed sweet release. There are slaves hooked to the ceiling on both ends of the room two roped together in double technique ropes and on the far end of the room one is hanging from chains with more chains wrapped around him, a singular chained wrapped around his shaft and scrotum, and a ball gag in his mouth. The person next to him is strapped with leather, their body is hanging in a way that they are facing the floor, and their legs are bound to their chest with their toes pointed outward in front of their face which is forced to press against their legs and anal beads dangling out of their anus. Two slaves are hooked to a Saint Andrew's Cross, a female facing forward with her legs up above her head and her arms spread apart, attached to either side of the cross and the other a male that is plunging in and out of her anus with force, as one of Jeff's subs is paddling him with a broad black paddle with a phallus for a handle. He switches from paddling him to sodomizing him with the phallus every now and then as the slave continues thrusting in and out of the woman.
On the sex table, a woman is forced to squat on her heels with a pole strapped to her hands resting on her shoulders with two buckets at the ends of the pole filled to the brim with rocks. Her nipples are pierced with loops similar to D-Rings with a chain attaching them that attaches to a metal belt around her waist. There is a small blue vibrator inside of her sex organ. Another person that looks to be her training master is flogging her rear and twisting her nipples at the same time. The moaning and groaning throughout the room are immense. I smile and chuckle slightly after seeing the slave on the table.
Mr. Meissner has led us to a spanking horse. Before entering this room, I had already prepped Stacey in our room with accessories that I wanted her to wear for training. Posture collars are customary for her now, I put her in a sliver metal one this time, silver cuffs on her wrists and ankles all chain linked together, a belly bracelet with a large charm in the middle of it that forms Josie's insignia, silver thigh cuffs, arm cuffs, and nipple clamps that also have a chain linking them. All of the chains that I have placed on her are linked together constricting her movement. She must now walk with her arms folded behind her back same as Peter and me.
"Since you won the title as The Best Slave, I will leave you to teach her yourself. Should you want someone else to take the reins every once in a while, you are more than welcomed to use one of my subs here. There is Carla, Andrew, and Dominic." Meissner says to me as he turns to gesture to each of his subs around the room. "Of course, as the training progresses, I will step in myself at different times to add my own techniques." He adds, never letting go of his smile.
"That sounds good, thank you Mr. Meissner," I say giving a subtle bow of my head.
"Not a problem. I'm just glad that Josie is using my services." Jeff says letting his eyes roll over Stacey one last time before giving me the same subtle bow and then walking away.
****
"Hahahahaha! Wow! I can't believe that you decided to keep her on!" Steven exclaims after I told him about Stacey.
"Yea, neither can I." I say drinking my coffee like water and glaring at him meanly.
"What is that look for!"
"Don't you know? If I had taken your place on that business trip LIKE I WANTED TO…then she would have been your problem and not mine!" I proclaim. Not letting go of my evil stare.
"Oh, poor Josie! Come on! Admit it, I did you a great favor."
"As if!"
"Then why did you take her as your third slave?" He says slyly, winking as he takes another bite of his poached eggs.
"Ugh, how can you eat those?" I frown raising my left eyebrow.
"Like this. Nom, Nom, Nom." He makes chewing sounds and opens his mouth obnoxiously.
What a child!
"I took her because she reminds me of me when I let myself submit to you."
"Really?" Steven says with a sincere surprised look on his face.
"She likes being submissive though. Well, that's what her file says, and she truly does submit to me, anything that I tell her to do. No matter how mundane and difficult. She will do it in order to satisfy me." I shrug taking another guzzle of my coffee.
"But you're not that submissive. Don't you remember? You would seriously refuse to do half the shit I asked you to do. Submit!" He scoffs and then adds, "My ass! You were always a challenge and even more so now that you have two…well now three slaves of your own. That's why I always liked you. You challenged me." He winks at me and grins.
"Truthfully?"
"Yea, truth."
"I always thought that it was the submissive side to me that you like so much," I say genuinely. I never knew that. I thought that Steven liked to always be in control. This is different.
"Well, there's that. But before we met in high school, I was surrounded by girls that just wanted to please me. They carried my books, lunch tray, it was suffocating. Then you came along, and it was like I didn't exist. From that point on I was stuck on you, Josie." He says with a thoughtful look on his face and a little softened expression.
"Hmm…you know sometimes, you can be nice." I smile and take a bite out of my toast. He smiles back and takes another spoonful of his eggs.
"There is something here isn't it?" He muffles with a mouthful of egg.
"Yea, I reckon there is."
"So, I guess that I am staying over tonight and umm…" he coughs, "getting some." He coughs again looking at me timidly.
Chuckling quietly, I say, "I might be willing to compromise." Winking, I turn back to my plate and start on my crispy bacon.
That night.
"You know, now that I think about it, Josie." Steven starts turning to me after we had just had the most amazing sex that I think we have ever had since the very first time that we became intimate.
"What?"
"Isn't sending her to Jeff after only two weeks of being a club member and BDSM slave just a bit extreme?"
"No," I replied matter of fact.
"Jeff can be just a tad bit cruel when it comes to 'slave training' in general."
"Matthew is her Training Master, so I'm not too worried," I assure him.
"That might be true…but it is Jeff's room and training regimen. So, he can still push the borders."
"Yes, but she needs it. She will be better for it. Besides, it can't be worst than what I have done to her so far."
"Uh, yes, yes, it is."
"I'll go to Mr. Stiles this week and ask him if I can peak in for a few moments to see how she is coming along. Happy?" I say tightening my hold around his chest.
"Yes, happy," Steven replies squeezing my shoulder he bends his head to kiss me deeply.
Friday night.
"Peter, before we start tonight without Matthew, I have requested that we be allowed to observe some of Stacey's training in one of the voyeur rooms," I inform Peter as we rise from our booth and prepare to head to our room.
"Okay, it will be nice to see how Matt dominates someone other than me." He responds, smiling audaciously.
We begin our walk into the voyeur room that Mr. Stiles gave us for the show. It's just to the right of Mr. Meissner's room. As the screen pops on I find myself grinning uncontrollably. I like what I am seeing. I glance over at Peter and he is just as impressed as his eyes fix on Matt and then on Jeff and finally on poor, sweet Tinkerbell.
***
Matthew
It's been fun dishing out cruel and unrelenting torment to someone that isn't Peter. Although I have a ton of fun torturing him, it's even more fun to torture Stacey. She wails and moans like no other. Inside this room, the only moans that grab my attention are hers. Mr. Meissner's techniques are nice, and to see him in action is even better. I have learned even more from watching him and from joining in.
Tonight is Friday night. We are going into the second week of her training. She has come along quite well and has improved greatly from his lessons. Tinkerbell has learned how to control her urge to thrust towards self-satisfaction. I have become fond of using the cross to discipline her when she cums before I want her to. Since then we have taken to using the slave serving tray, sub cage, and bondage mittens that hold her hands flat. At the moment we have her in the slave serving tray with the bondage mittens on.
"Step up and turn forward-facing us." Mr. Meissner instructs her to enter the sub cage hanging from the ceiling at one end of the room.
"Sit on your knees and spread them a little." I give her further instruction once she has entered.
I place two glasses of Svalbardi Polar water on the tray for myself and Mr. Meissner when we need to quench our thirst.
"Good girl. Hold them well." I congratulate her on using the proper posture to hold the drinks up even though both of her hands are restrained by the bondage mittens.
"She is very impressive Matthew. Her training these past two weeks has improved her response and obedience tremendously." Mr. Meissner says to me as we end out the day with Stacey bound to one of the wooden posts with metal chains strapped to leather cuffs around her waist, both upper arms, forearms, wrists, thighs, and ankles.
"Thank you. Of course, without your careful guidance, it wouldn't have been as smooth a process." I say to him flatteringly.
As the training session officially ends Stacey and I walk out of the training room to see Mistress Josie and Peter waiting for us. Josie is brimming from ear to ear and Peter with his arms folded smiles at me warmly.
"You were wonderful…both of you," Mistress says to us happily.
"I….am not so surprised. You have always had a keen dominant side." Peter says to me as we begin to walk to our private room.
"Yes, it just comes naturally." I boast grinning uncontrollably.
"You did well for them Stacey. Now…let's put your training and new skills to work." Mistress Josie tells her as we enter the room and I close the door behind us.