A pet is trained. (If you are into BDSM you will be pleased to know the intensity increases with each chapter. So, keep reading!)
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"It's time we all went home Kevin. I want out of this. No more games. Just get my clothes and take me home." Brandi said. She tried to look and sound determined but there was an edge of fear to her voice. With hands on hips and legs slightly apart the stance might have been dominant if she hadn't been naked.
"You agreed to play along with my experiment. Now things are getting a little tough you want to back out," Kevin complained.
"A little tough?" she couldn't bring herself to mention she had sucked him off last night. He had caught her off guard; an emotional roller coaster of a day left her feeling vulnerable and too tired to resist. Most of all she didn't want to admit she had feelings for him. Once away from here maybe those feelings could be analysed properly.
"Whatever! I'm worried about Kelly. She's already vulnerable and susceptible to all this. Damn it, she's being brain washed Kevin so I need to get her home." Brandi said, trying to appeal to him, to get him to see reason.
"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself. It's not brainwashing, it's all to do with discovering what's already inside you."
She hesitated while thinking about what might be inside of her and what had already been revealed. It had to be admitted the excitement from being treated this way was having an affect upon her.
"If I get Kelly a day off will you stay?" he asked.
Perhaps he was right, she was afraid for herself too. Could one more day of this emotional turmoil be put up with to save her friend? She owed it after tricking her into being dressed up like that. The plan of revenge had been to just get her dressed up as a pony but it had gone too far. These experienced men had taken advantage of her submissive side to train her into becoming a fully fledged Pony-Girl.
After only just a day Kelly had begun to submit to the training saying she enjoyed it. What would she be like after a whole weekend of their intensive training? There was no way she was going to submit so easily. Besides, it was only Kevin trying out his games on her and he was a novice too.
"OK! No more training for Kelly, you promise?" Brandi demanded.
"Sure! John will understand. They have plenty to do with the other slaves here."
"I'm not one of the slaves. Let's get that right from the start." Brandi corrected him.
"Whew! You got out of bed the wrong side this morning pet."
She was about to tell him not to call her pet and remind him he had spanked her so of course she was angry. She had a right to be peeved. She wanted to put that behind her; with her sore ass.
Mentioning the bed brought with it a feeling of inner warmth. She looked away from him feeling embarrassed. He had looked after her this morning. When he washed her and pampered her it left a feeling of dependency; wanting him to cuddle her for ever.
She shook her head not wanting to think about that. "Let's get started then. No funny stuff."
He looked around the walls lined with cupboards full of gags, whips, dildos and unidentifiable equipment. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
She determined not to repeat the mistakes of yesterday. She would let him order her about playing at being a slave but there was no way she was going to get excited.
"Crawl over to the wall, pet," he commanded.
"Yes, master," she answered with a sarcasm laden voice.
"Now go through the poses while I speak to John," he said and strode out of the dungeon.
"Yes, master," she sighed. At least this was almost like yoga which she practised occasionally at home. It was harmless enough so carried on without him. Each pose was rather lewd for it meant pushing out her breasts or sex at whoever stood before her. One of them meant showing off her breasts, open mouth, exposed pussy and asshole.
Holding it for awhile like a yoga position it suddenly slammed into her mind what she was doing. With her mouth open she remembered having Kevin's cock in her mouth and the lewdness of the position clicked into place. Here she was presenting herself as a set of holes for a master to fuck.
Last night she had been so exhausted it had been easy to thoughtlessly follow the other slaves while they practised a set of positions. "Damn! I'm not one of the slaves. Stop thinking like that," she told herself.
If he was going to think of her like that he would lose the finer feelings that were developing, for sure. On hearing the door opening she quickly adopted the nasty pose. She decided to taunt him with it as a matter of defiance. Let him try something now she was awake and alert; she would kick him where it hurt.
"Very good, Pet. Assume number three," he commanded. Kevin was practising the authoritative voice John used so naturally.
Sitting on her bottom she spread her legs out with arms behind the head. The look of defiance had no effect upon him so just sat there in a huff. When he walked over with a spreader bar she tried to draw away only it was impossible while up against the wall. The clip snapped over an ankle before she could rise of her ass. It was impossible to roll over or get up with him holding the other ankle so, it too was fastened.
It happened so quickly she hadn't a chance to do anything but complain. She sat there with her back to the wall, legs spread out, fuming in silence. So used to being naked it didn't occur to her to even think of it.
Watching him walk over with a shaving kit was too much to endure despite agreeing to co-operate. "You can put that back right now. I need it to grow back," she glowered at him. "You caught me by surprise yesterday but not now, no way!" she told him.
"I suggest you hold still, very still," he warned. Pulling the bar dragged her away from the wall for her head to flop onto the floor.
"Ouch! You pig! Stop it!" she yelped. A hand lathering right between the legs was pleasant but there was no way it would work her up again.
He kept dipping the blade in ice cold water making the contrast with warm flesh more obvious. Feeling the razor scratch the crotch kept her very still. All she could think about was the sensation of cold steel working its way over her mons down to her lips.
"Owww!" she yelped when he pinched a lip too hard. He was being a lot more thorough this time with a less delicate stroke. She decided to give in rather than irk him while in such an indelicate position.
He lifted her hips to place a cushion underneath. On feeling the blade at her crotch toward the asshole she realised he was being very thorough. This time everything was being removed.
The defiant anger was being replaced with a feeling of helplessness bringing with it the expected tingling sensations. It was as though Kevin were stripping her dignity away.
He sat back looking at the exposed sex and asshole. She looked away with arms crossed supporting both breasts with a look of defiance. The fight was slowly being eroded by feeling so very naked. It occurred to her if someone had suggested this just a couple of days ago she would have slapped them, hard.
"If you talk out of turn again or forget to call me master you will be gagged. Understood?" When she merely nodded he pulled on an over exposed lip.
"Yes, Master," she quickly responded.
'Damn! He thinks he's tough today. Just because last night I,' she clamped her eyes together trying to clear the image of sucking him off out of her mind.
He grabbed a wrist and she hit out not saying a word. It was no good though. A clamp was fastened round each wrist catching her in another spreader bar. He came back from the racks with a ball gag.
"Please, Master. I didn't speak, Master," she said, trying to keep a respectful tone to her voice.
"That's true," he said thoughtfully. He shrugged and walked away again.
She struggled between the two spreader bars without achieving anything. She lay back breathing heavily watching him cup a breast in both hands. She wanted to bite and scratch him, to hurt him, but dare not even speak.
He pinched a nipple, pulling on it forcing it to extend, watching it grow plump. She watched him toying with her trying to hold back the words of anger. A gadget appeared over it and she recognised what it was from seeing one at the club. Brandi struggled throwing her body from side to side.
"Please, Master! No, Master. Anything but that! I'll do anything you want, please, Master," she didn't use the word lightly now.
"Anything? Will you give me this?" he said, with a palm over her sex.
He was teasing of course but she couldn't ever say yes to that. She lay very still on feeling a finger prod her asshole.
"Will you give me this instead?" he asked, with a smirk on his face that she wanted to smack.
Brandi turned her face away from him as it went bright red with embarrassment. She had actually considered it! How low was it possible to sink in this damn place! "Please, Master, don't." Her voice sounded pathetic and her mouth dried up. She wondered what the hell to do or say. She felt so vulnerable from this terrible taunting.
He took the engorged nipple to push the dreaded tool over it. A simple click elicited a yelp of pain. He started on the other nipple. She looked at herself unable to see the damage to her lovely young body through a misty cloud of tears. What he had pierced her nipple with she couldn't see.
She just hoped it wasn't another damn lock or something large. If she took it out once home the wound would seal itself up and hopefully wouldn't show. Besides, who was going to see her nipples? So why was she aroused? Was it the pain or the very idea of being pierced? The thought that he was piercing her body, piercing her sex, being violated against her will, was exciting.
In deep thought while aroused, was enough to keep her quiet for the moment. She yelped again but didn't buck her hips trying to throw him off. It was too late, the deed had been done.
He wiped the tears from her eyes and gently massaged both nipples with a soothing cream. Without thinking she said. "Thank you, Master." The words angered her. Why the hell should she be thanking him for such an outrage?
"Shit! What have you done to me? You didn't even ask. You've violated me," she said and wished that particular word hadn't been used for it gave a clue as to how she was feeling. "It hurt," she said lamely, trying to cover up the revelation he was sure to pick up on.
