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  "You arouse me, Mistress," said Regina, "When you look at me I am reminded how helpless I am. I get hot and want you to touch me. When you touch me my heat rises higher. I am starting to get wet. If you continue I shall stain the carpet. I wish you would touch me more. May I make love to you my Mistress?”

  Anna said, “Not yet. I want to understand. Have you always felt this way about women? “Oh no. I used to love only men. I have only been this way since just after my training started, several months ago.”

  Anna continued, “Exactly when did a woman's touch arouse you?”

  “I am not sure, " Regina said, "I think it was just after I was first chained to a woman.”

  “What do you mean 'chained to a woman'?” I asked.

  Regina replied, ”Elizabeth and I were told to take a shower. When we came out we had our hands cuffed behind us. Collars were locked on our necks and a chain locked between our collars. When we were alone. Liz made love to me and then I to her. We couldn't use our hands, and she smelled so good. Then, when we cuddled, it just sort of happened. I loved it and enjoy it whenever I am permitted to do so."

  I asked, "don't you ever start it?”

  Regina said, “My Mistress, I am a slave. I cannot have opinions, desires, or make decisions. I simply obey. If you told me to love you now, I would, and I would love it, but I must await your decision. If I was put with another slave, and we were able, I am sure we would. We are trained to perform well and to love it.”

  I persisted, “But doesn't that bother you. Never to do anything because you want to?”

  Regina said, “Mistress, Every decision I made before I was a slave turned out badly for me. Now, I love it that I am not allowed to decide anything. I don't wish to be punished and anyway, my hands are useless, my feet are chained, I am locked to a ring in the floor. I am helpless and that's the way it should be. This way I have no guilt or shame because I am responsible for nothing. I know I am a true and complete slave. Despite my chains, I have never been freer.”

  I thought, “She's as free as our pet dog. I wish I could be as free. I've got several hours of paperwork to do today just to keep this place running smoothly.” I felt frustrated that a slave should feel so good while I, a woman of substance, was trapped by obligations. I never realized what a burden I was assuming when I married Jack. “Damn!” “All right” I said, scoot over here and lick my pussy.” I lifted her skirt and lowered my underclothes.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Regina said, smiling.

  Chapter 9 - Stevens

  Stevens would always begin by having Regina service him with her mouth. Or remove her butt plug and take her in the ass. He would then allow her to cleanup and then take her upstairs for her feeding and the days chore. Her chores were simple ones, dusting, cleaning, polishing followed by an exercise period. Regina's exercise periods were a great treat for the staff and always well attended. Once Stevens learned that she was a trained belly dancer, he would have her dance until she worked up a sweat. Before each dance he would hang bells on her nipple rings and order her to ring her bells every few minutes. A common exercise for Regina was to gather a few of the maids. Then they would take turns ordering her to different required positions. Each maid had a crop and if Regina was not perfect, the maid who ordered the position could strike her once. This continued until she worked up a sweat. When Regina got so good that she didn't get whipped once, she had to do it blindfolded.

  After her chores were done and the exercise complete, Anna would either take Regina up to the bedroom. Or have Stevens put her away downstairs. In either case, Regina was whipped and ordered to please her Master or Mistress. When she took Regina upstairs, she would lock her wrists to her collar and lock her leash to a floor ring. When Stevens took her downstairs the first time, he locked her to a hanging chain. Then he walked around the room looking at the new apparatus, for he had not had a chance to look around before. As he came to a new item, he would ask Regina to tell him about her experience with it.

  “What is this?” “It is a horse, Master.” “It looks like a beam with a pointed ridge on two supports.” “Yes, Master, it is called a horse because girls ride it.” “It looks uncomfortable.” “Oh, Yes, Master. It is very painful to ride.” “So, you have ridden one?” “Yes, Master.” “It is low enough your feet could keep you off of it. So you must have been tied on it some way, weren't you? Tell me how I should fix you for the maximum pain.” “Yes, Master. You make me straddle the board, then you fasten my feet up behind me, well off the floor. My hands are locked together behind me, but not locked to my belt. Then you use a rope or chain to pull my hands up toward the ceiling. This forces me to lean forward so my pussy is right on the board. My master would also pull my head up. “ “You must have been very naughty to warrant such a punishment.” “No, Master. I was put on it to show me what would happen if I was bad. They only left me on it for an hour. I learned then that the punishment for being bad was too terrible. I was not put on it again.” “Well, a very effective demonstration, then. I wager you won't make it necessary to punish you with it.” “No, Master, never.” “Good girl.”

  The next piece of equipment looked like a sturdy steel post with two smaller square bars sticking out of it. There was a crank at the top of the larger post. The large post had a cross bar with a sturdy ring welded to each end. . “Tell me about this, Pretty Tits,” said Stevens. “Master, that is a pillory designed to hold a girl who is wearing my chains and cuffs. My ankles are locked to the ends of the lower cross bar My wrist cuffs to each end of the upper crossbar. And my collar to the top ring. The top can be raised or lowered as you want. It makes me even more helpless than I am now.” “Were you locked to this very often?” he asked. “No, Master, once just for demonstration. Twice when I couldn't hold still for a hard whipping. And several more times when I was being trained for anal sex.”

  “All right, lets try it out. Position yourself so I can fasten your feet,” Stevens ordered. “Yes, Master,” Regina said, walking over to the stand. He used the attached clips to fasten her ankle cuffs to the rings. “Bend over, “ he ordered. He fastened the front ring of her collar to the top ring of the device. He unlocked her wrists from he back and clipped them to the upper crossbar's rings. He turned the crank and lowered her body so he back was level with the floor. She was positioned in a kind of “Z” with her torso level. Her feet straddling the base of the stand and her hips in a sharp bend. He went to her head and said, “Service me with your mouth.”

  I obediently opened My mouth and started licking and kissing his semi-erect penis. It grew larger and I had enough play in my fastenings that I could pump my mouth almost halfway down his member. It grew larger and longer as I sucked and licked. Without warning I felt a sharp sting on my ass and heard a loud crack. He had taken his belt and whipped me. My pussy, already hot, churned with a large flash of heat. I felt my love juices dripping onto my toes. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. I moaned in anguished denial. I needed to come. “Why did he leave me?”, I wondered. It felt so good. Was he disappointed? What can I do. I can't move.

  Stevens strode around to my rear. Maybe he was going to whip me for failing to please him. But he was erect. I had succeeded in pleasing him. Wasn't it enough, oh, if only I could speak to him. Ask him what was wrong. Learn to do better, to please him more. Without warning, he thrust his massively engorged male member into my sopping cunt. It slid in easily, the slippery friction of my juices making the short journey so easy and to potent. My strong vagina muscles gripped the slippery shaft and pulled him farther into me. Squeezing him, straining to get every drop of his cum. My belly churned, squirting copiously. Trying instinctively to make it easy for the male to impale and dominate me.

  I felt him slowly pull back and was grief stricken. I was not ready for him to leave, I needed more. My thoughts raced, my inner muscles gripped the slippery member fiercely. He was almost gone. “No, No come back,” I thought. He slid back in and her belly exploded in a thunderous gusher of
love juices, every muscle spasmed. I quivered in my rigid bonds and fainted but could not move. I recovered my senses as he thrust yet again and I felt him climax, pumping a huge volume of his seed into me. He stood immobile for most of a minute before withdrawing, his arm grasping my upper arms.

  When he finally pulled out of me, I felt saddened. I would have been happy to hold his member for a long time. When he left I felt drained and hollow. I couldn't move, held erect by the immovable stand, so inflexible, so strong, so male. The pillory faced away from the door, so I could not see Stevens. I heard the rustling of clothing behind me and thought it was Stevens getting dressed. I longed to speak to him, to tell him how much I loved him, to ask how I did, but I had not been given permission to speak. The sounds stopped and I felt something, I saw a large leather ball gag placed in front of my mouth. I obediently opened for it and it was shoved in firmly and strapped in place. “Oh, well, not talking now,” I thought. I heard him leave the room and close the door.

  A slave learned patience very well.

  Over the next few weeks, life on the Hedley estate settled into a comfortable routine. When Jack was home, he would get me up and whip me to orgasm. She saw that whipping her gave him a great erection. After my second or third orgasm, keeping me bent over the rail. He would enter my pussy from behind and fuck me roughly. We would both climax together. He would have me kneel and chain me to a wall ring then go upstairs and have Stevens come down and take over.

  When Master Jack was away, Anna would do the honors. She would get me out of my cage and whip me to repeated orgasm. Then she would chain me to a floor ring near the easy chair and have me tongue her to two or three orgasms. Then, just like Jack, she would turn me over to Stevens who would always have me suck him off then let me clean up.

  After I was fresh he would take me upstairs for breakfast, ugh, and set me on my simple tasks. I was always chained and under a maid's watchful eye. What I would give for a simple walk in the garden without someone leading me by the ever-present nose leash. Oh well, maybe someday.

  My Master would often find me and take me with him when he came home. Usually two or three days out of a week, My Master would come to where I was cleaning or washing. Of course I would stop whatever mindless task I was doing and kneel and kiss his feet. He would unlock my leash and have me stand. He would hold the leash high, forcing my head back and kiss me hard on the mouth while his other hand wrapped around me. He grasped my wrist chains and forced my hands back to my waist band. Pulling me close, my nipples rubbed against his coat in the most delicious friction. He always locked my hands behind me to the waistband before anything else. I didn't mind. My hands could only get me in trouble and I loved being more helpless in his arms.

  Sometimes he would fuck me then. Usually he would take me for a walk in the garden first, always holding my leash. Often he would take me back to his study where he would work. I knelt beside him, content, and he ran his fingers through my hair. I was content, a pet dog sleeping at her master's feet.

  Chapter 10 - Live the Dream

  One day after my Master had left for one of his factories, Lady Anna came to where I was polishing the silver. She said, "Come with me, Regina." She locked my hands in reverse prayer and unlocked my leash, leading me outside. We walked to a white pagoda and she sat on a bench. I knelt at her feet.

  She said, "Regina, you have been with us for almost three months now. How do you like it here?"

  "Mistress," I said," I love it here. I love serving you and Master. It is ever so much better than that nasty asylum and it is much better than my former life. I realized long ago that I am a natural slave and need someone smart, live you and master, to obey.

  "Regina, she said, " you were once Jack's wife, but you gave it up. Why did you do that?"

  "Mistress, I said, "it was all due to me. I needed hard sex and I did not know how master would react if I told him that. I know its silly, but I was more afraid he might reject me than I was of leaving him. Dr. Benoit showed me how I should act and I am very glad I'm here now. The pleasure Master gives me now is infinitely better than when we were married."

  Mistress said, "So, Regina, do you think the pleasure I get from Jack would increase if I were a slave too?"

  I hesitated, not sure of the trouble I could get in if I answered incorrectly. I said, "Mistress, I saw many women trained as slaves. Their pleasure increased tenfold once they learned it was OK to really feel, not just pretend. I believe that only when a woman is forced to abandon her pretenses will she truly know love and pleasure. I love you and master far, far more than I ever loved before I was enslaved. It may sound strange for a slave to encourage a free woman to become a slave too, but it is the only way to be your happiest."

  Mistress said, "I was afraid that would be your answer. I suspected it from watching you. In spite of your helplessness, your submission, you seem to be far happier than anyone else I know."

  "Mistress, I said, "may I speak?"

  "Yes," said my mistress, "what is it?"

  "Mistress," I said, "if you are thinking of becoming a slave, you must take Dr. Benoit's training. to reach the peak of your potential happiness."

  "Thank you, Regina," said my mistress," now come over here and pleasure me." She pulled her clothes up and my nose to her loins.

  I moved in high, gently licking her labia lips, moving ever lower. I wetted one side at a time, back and forth, slowly. Her lips grew engorged and started to spread. I thrust my tongue between them, and continued licking slowly, up and down. My mistress started to moan, slowly getting louder. I started to taste her sweet love juices now. I sucked on her vagina, licking and sucking, milking her for every drop. Her legs spread further open and she pulled harder, fingers in my nose ring. My belly started to spasm as my arousal grew with hers. Her body slid lower on the bench, pressing into my mouth. I wished I had my hands free to play with my labia rings, they felt so good swaying in the breeze, pulling on my lips. My mistress' breath started coming in gasps and I knew she was ready to leap over the edge. I shifted my mouth to her clit and sucked hard on her hard knob. She exploded into me. Her love juices fairly gushed out of her and into my mouth where I greedily lapped them all up. I didn't want to miss a drop. Her vagina muscles were spasming, trying to draw a phantom penis into her. All I could give her was my licking tongue. Finally, she slumped on the bench. I thought for a minute she had fainted with her fingers still grasping my nose ring!

  I was still very aroused. Just a tiny push and I would leap over into orgasm. But, alas, I was locked in place until my mistress released my nose ring. Finally, she roused and shifted her grip to my leash. She said, " Regina, most delightful slave, stand up and put your pussy over my hand." I complied and she finger fucked my just slightly and I came instantly. After I recovered and opened my eyes, she said, "I thought you were ready."

  My mistress sat up and said, "Kneel again." I complied. She spoke again, "Regina, you are most precious to me. I am becoming jealous of the time Jack spends with you and the pleasure both of you get from each other. I am seriously thinking of volunteering to become Jack's newest slave. I may be greedy, but I want to experience the pleasure you do. I want to give him the pleasure you do. And I want to rid myself of the tiring, endless responsibilities I have as his wife. I am about ready to give up freedom and mobility for these pleasures. Is that foolish?"

  "My mistress," I said, " It may be foolish. Only time will tell. For me, slavery has been the best thing ever to happen. It has given me all that you desire. In your place I would do it. But then, girls are foolish."

  Chapter 11 - Pride is Unbecoming

  “Mr. Stevens, I'm sorry to bother you but Regina is being difficult. She won't let go of the lock so I can move her to the parlor. She said I'm not her mistress so she doesn't have to obey me! I pulled on her leash but I'm afraid of damaging her if I pull too hard,” said Maude, one of the downstairs maids. “Thank you for telling me. I will deal with her. Where is she?” “She's in the library si
r.” she replied. “All right. Go about your duties.” “”Yes, Sir.” Maude left.

  Stevens found Regina standing in the library looking at the wall. Her leash was locked to a ring. When she heard him enter she spun around and dropped into kneeling display. He said, “Regina, Maude tells me you have been bad. You acted out with Jenny yesterday too. What is causing this?”

  "Master," I said, "I am sorry I disobeyed. I have been foolish. Please punish me."

  “No, Regina, you did this on purpose. You know escape is impossible and punishment is swift. I suspect you want to be punished. I am aware that whipping you causes you to become aroused. Stand up.”

  I stood.

  He barked, "“Turn around, slave.”

  I spun around and faced the wall. He locked my hands together, but not to my waist band.

  “Don't move," he ordered.

  Of course. I was chained to the wall ring so I couldn't move. My thoughts whirled. Why was I so stupid? I just wanted to come. How did he know? What is he going to do?

  Stevens returned to the room, walked to me and wrapped a cord around my upper arms. He used his arms to push my arms together and pulled the cord until my elbows touched and tied it off. “Regina,” he said, “I think you need to think about your behavior.” He pulled me over to the wall by my leash until my face was against the wall. He took a padlock from his pocket and locked my collar to the wall ring. He thrust a ball gag into my mouth and strapped it in place.

  I stood facing the wall. My thoughts were repetitive yet confused. My arms and shoulders ached with a dull pain. It was beastly. It didn't arouse me at all like spanking or whipping my ass. I had no idea how long I would have to stand there, immobile. I had underestimated Stevens. He was smart and had total control of me. I would be respectful of everyone in this place. Damn, my arms hurt...