Incipiunt Vitae Novae Pt 01 Ginny Awakens

This is the beginning of a series describing Virginia Wentworth's journey as she embraces her inner Domme. We first met Ginny in

Executrix Khalidah

, which describes the fantasy execution scene leading to the events taking place in part one. I hope that you find time to read and enjoy that story at some point, but I've tried to make this one stand on its own - please don't feel you have to stop here to read that one first. My intention is to make each part of the series a good story in itself and not leave my readers hanging, but I also plan to end each with some sort of hook, eventually creating an enjoyable epic - we'll see if I'm successful!

Part 2 introduces another Domme-to-be, Michela, hence the plural in the series title. I'll be introducing some science-fiction elements as the series unfolds.

For those of you who've read some of my other stories and feel that the 'State Penitentiary Corporal Punishment Facility' trope is getting long in the tooth, I promise the first part of this series is (probably!) the last time it will appear. But for those of you who would like to learn more of what Bev experienced in, shall we say, excruciating detail, you might enjoy

Budget Correction

, though I think there's sufficient here to get the gist. And just for the record - judicial corporal punishment is inherently non-consensual (though in this case, for Bev, it actually is consensual, to a degree). This is fantasy - I do not condone non-consensual sexual behavior in real life, and I believe that human beings (including machine intelligences, if they ever become sentient!) should do their best to treat one another with respect and consideration in both sexual and non-sexual interactions, even when engaging in rough play. Limits can be tested, but they must be respected.

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Part 1 - Ginny Awakens

What the fuck am I doing here

, Ginny mused, squirming in her seat at the front of the viewing gallery. She felt way out of place in the gathering audience but her hormones raged as she stared through the one-way glass at the first three inmates backed up to punishment poles, naked, legs spread, wrists fastened at their sides, arms pulled back behind them. Collars attached to the poles circled their necks, securing them further; they appeared more anxious with each passing minute. Ginny's juices oozed over her recently-shaved pudenda - an unfamiliar feeling that reminded her of her own recent ordeal, the proximate reason she was here. Bev would soon arrive, on the other side of the glass.

Just the previous evening Ginny crossed the threshold of a different dungeon, at JenLiz productions, where she had a date with Beverly Greene. She believed, with good cause, that Bev had conspired with Ginny's late aunt Barbara Wentworth to lure her, along with her sister Angela, into a fantasy execution scene - the problem was that Ginny and Angie didn't know it was a fantasy until it was over and they were still very much alive. During the scene Ginny's emotions swung wildly from dread to rage - at the distressing revelation that they owed their predicament to Bev's carelessness with her computer security, Ginny threatened to wring her neck. Recognizing the appalling irony of her outburst before even quite completing the threat Ginny, exhibiting the good manners she'd been brought up with in spite of the utterly incongruous circumstances, had apologized as best she could.

They all returned safely to consciousness at JenLiz studios and Bev, hoping for some fun, invited Ginny to make good on her threat; Ginny accepted and JenLiz stood ready to help out. Preparing to open the dungeon door, feeling a bit silly in her galactic warrior princess outfit complete with six foot single-tail, Ginny wondered why she ever agreed to this, but when she strode in, everything changed. Bev, naked, helpless, strapped tightly to the pole, twisted the tiny amount her bonds would permit to look Ginny's way.

The sight of Bev so vulnerable, so powerless to prevent her from doing whatever she wanted blazed through Ginny's psyche like sunlight on a clear winter day, melting away her anger; in its place an intoxicating flux of pure animal vitality surged through every muscle in her body. Her fury revived during a brief irksome interchange regarding her outfit, then rapidly dissolved in the thaw-water of her growing enlightenment. She felt a pang of regret for agreeing not to try to punish Bev herself, but rather join in a ploy to seduce her into the chamber at the State Penitentiary's Corporal Punishment Facility. She'd just succeeded in cracking the whip for the first time that day; swinging her arm fiercely down to elicit her best report yet, along with a satisfying wince from her immobilized partner, she lusted to place a stripe or two across Bev's naked, immobilized torso.

But she didn't. Ginny knew she had work to do before she could punish anyone to the same standards she demanded of herself in other pursuits. With an unvoiced sigh she held to the plan, teasing Bev brutally by announcing that she would simply engage the collar and throttle her without further ado. Ginny exited the chamber as a disappointed, desperately unsatisfied Bev sank into unconsciousness like they both had during the enactment. The A/V system which would with luck consummate the seduction rolled in as Ginny slipped out, Bev reviving moments later. By the time Ginny finished changing back into her regular clothes word arrived that Bev had accepted her "invitation" to the submissive side of the punishment facility.

Ginny returned the costume and headed out to her car, later regretting not asking to keep the whip until she procured some implements of her own. Arriving home, she poured herself a glass of wine and put on the edgiest professional power clothes she had.

Then Ginny danced. Swirling, leaping before her closet's mirrored doors, she reveled in her being, her body, her raw life-energy. Imagining the whip in her hands, she swung her arms fiercely, gyrating and whooping with delight, then still for a moment, rearing back, surging forward in an explosive lunge. Collapsing exhausted on the bed, Ginny stripped off her clothes and masturbated.

She sucked on her fingers to moisten them, though by now it was hardly necessary. She eased them gently into her vagina, sliding them in and out briefly before settling one finger on her clit - it wasn't going to take long. Ginny soared with pleasure, delighting in her mastery over her body, undulating sensuously as her arousal rose higher and higher, preparing to give in to herself, bring herself surging to climax. Finally, when she was ready, she pushed herself over the top, her pent-up tension exploding in glorious release as she sank back into the soft, sensual embrace of her own bed. Visions of Bev bound, the excitement of her recent travels, former boyfriends, the poles in the punishment chamber lined up ready for reluctant tenants, swirled through her head as she drifted into sleep. Ginny rose the next morning thoroughly refreshed and got ready to attend Bev's proper punishment.

***

Bev did not masturbate that night. Had she attempted it, the cell monitor would have ordered her to stop, and in any case she wanted to be in a high state of sexual tension for the following day's experience. Rest eluded her as the night crawled by. She tried desperately to stop fantasizing about her upcoming ordeal; finally she got a tiny bit of fitful sleep. It didn't matter much - dawn eventually came, and adrenaline would keep her wide awake for the next few hours - she needn't worry about falling asleep during the punishment session itself!

So here she was, standing in the preparation cubicle where she'd been directed upon arriving, her ankles shackled and spread, her neck snug in the control collar, her wrists encircled by bands attached to the carriage which would lead her irresistibly, inexorably to the punishment chamber. As her sentence, the same sentence read to all the others on the day's manifest, boomed from the loudspeaker, she reflected on the previous evening. The eerily familiar punishment session clips she'd been shown aroused her intensely, as well as piquing her curiosity perhaps more than she was wise to allow. She gave her consent without a moment's hesitation, volunteering to fill the vacancy on pole six for that day's round of 'intense electrical psycho-sexual correction' - how could she resist! She was taken from the dungeon where Ginny had confronted her to spend the night shackled in a JenLiz fantasy cell as a prisoner scheduled for punishment the next day.

But she wasn't actually a prisoner, then. In the back of her mind she knew, hard as she tried to pretend otherwise, she could opt out if she really wanted to, though it would be deeply embarrassing. Earlier that morning, though, she'd been delivered to the State Penitentiary and now she was a prisoner for real - the system no longer considered her a volunteer. She was an inmate, a criminal to be punished just like the other six that day. She'd been clearly informed, both on the consent form and verbally that her status, other than for the record, would change the moment the collar snapped around her neck. A mixture of elation and fear surged through her body as the reality of her situation sank in.

A pain slut, yes, but Bev was also a competent human being, reasonably secure in her body and in herself. She loved bondage, loved to give herself up to the control of another, but she always took care to be safe, and somehow that diminished the experience, if only slightly. She'd been bound tighter and suffered more than she ever had with Ginny's aunt Barbara, but nothing quite reached the excitement of her first session in Barbara's dungeon. Today she'd be safe, for sure, but otherwise, she reflected, entirely subject to the tormentor's obligation to execute her sentence with professional skill - this was no longer a game. Knowing that Ginny would watch her suffer from the viewing gallery added an extra frisson of nervous exhilaration.

Indeed, as Bev, securely and inescapably fastened to her transfer carriage with no possibility of recourse, waited to be force-marched to the punishment chamber, Ginny swung her car into the visitor's parking area. She flashed her borrowed JenLiz badge to the attendant and parked near the visitor's entrance. Like Bev, Ginny also felt elated and nervous, but not fearful as she walked up the ramp to greet the guard who opened the visitor's entrance and waved her in.

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Ginny watched with growing arousal as inmate four struggled uselessly against his transfer carriage's relentless impetus; once he was conducted to the center pole and secured in place his entrance robe was summarily removed, exposing him like his predecessors. The next inmate followed shortly; he was quickly fastened and stripped. Five naked bodies, four men and one woman now squirmed in the lineup. Uncomfortably immobilized, each had just enough freedom to imagine whatever might happen next.

Bev arrived in turn. Towed helplessly by her wrists, much as she had been drawn to her terminal binding by the marshals and the chain in the mock execution, Bev advanced to pole six. Ginny's hormones soared. Why, she wondered, did this turn her on so intensely - after all, she'd seen Bev tightly bound and helpless before, when Ginny and her sister shared the enactment's short involuntary journey, without experiencing anything like what she'd felt the previous evening, let alone now. But, Ginny mused, now she was free and Bev wasn't, and she had helped bring that about. Yes, she thought, that makes all the difference!

"Hi Ginny, glad you could make it."

Ginny's reverie was momentarily interrupted as Liz eased into the seat next to her. Strange, vaguely erotic techno music filled the room, along with a subtly modulated background of grunts and groans fed in from the chamber itself. The sound enabled discreet conversion without becoming overwhelming - Ginny appreciated the sign discouraging excessively loud or offensive talking. She was relieved to have Liz there; that Liz engaged in activities similar to her aunt Barbara's no longer seemed to distress her. Actually, she was becoming quite intrigued.

"Really glad to see you," Ginny replied. "I'm a bit overwhelmed, for sure. I'm absorbing so much I think I'll burst"

"Try not to," Liz teased. "I'm not often on this side of the glass, but I thought you could use some company. I get a real kick from watching Jen perform. She's incredibly good - I'm sure I'll pick up a few new ideas."

Ginny shivered a little, contemplating what those 'ideas' might look like put into practice.

"Hope you come up with some really devilish ones."

"But seriously," Liz continued, "I know this is all pretty intense. If it goes too far outside your comfort zone, or you have a question, let me know. Otherwise I won't disturb you while you take it in."

Ginny continued staring through the one-way glass, scrutinizing each inmate in turn before settling her gaze on Bev. For the moment, Bev was in seventh heaven. Secured naked at her pole alongside the five others she reveled in her helplessness. Unlike her companions she knew this was just the beginning - they'd soon be bound far more tightly, far less comfortably. With tons of experience, she was expert at making herself as comfortable as possible in strict bondage - she relished the sight of the others struggling in distress. The remaining pole soon received its tenant; the company was fully assembled, ready for the final preparations. The device carts were wheeled in and positioned in front of each inmate, then the binding-specialists entered and went to work.

Bev felt like she would come as she watched number seven re-bound in the strict punishment hogtie. He squirmed fiercely when the attendants guided his anal probe into place and locked the saddle firmly into his crotch, his movements increasingly subdued as he was more and more severely restrained. Gazing into the cart where her own double-pronged saddle sat ready to be installed between her thighs, Bev quivered with anticipation. Finishing up on seven, the attendants took station behind and in front of her, and in a few seconds the pubic intruders eased in, invading her body deliciously as her clit-electrode nestled snugly into position. She shuddered ecstatically but did not come - the attendants were skilled at averting that if needed. Working swiftly and competently, they completed Bev's preparations and moved on down the line, glancing back as she struggled intently for a couple of seconds to test her bonds. Smiling knowingly to each other, they silently shared their mutual conclusion;

Here's one who's into this - maybe even a volunteer - she has no clue!

But Bev continued, for now, to enjoy the intense bondage, the leering glances from a couple of the men still awaiting total subjugation. Her inner exhibitionist inspired her to twist and squirm obscenely, the better to display herself to the audience on both sides of the glass.

The tormentor usually takes her time entering the chamber, while those about to be punished languish uncomfortably. For those not about to be punished, it's a short break, a bit dull for some, a delightful erotic panorama for others. For Bev it was a bit of both. For Ginny, who's single bondage experience was not a good one, the excitement she felt watching these human beings squirm and struggle still confused her; her intellect demanded that she understand her emotions, come to grips with her erotic inclinations. It was also pretty clear to her that Bev was responding rather differently from the other six.

"Liz, I'm puzzled."

Liz sensed what was coming.

"Why does Bev seem to be... enjoying herself?"

"Ginny, lots of men, and some women, really enjoy bondage, the feeling of being physically restrained, the total vulnerability. Your aunt understood that well, and managed to leave you a pretty good legacy as a result." Liz paused, wondering if any more information was welcome.

"Barbara was the other way - she loved to be in control, to dominate another person, especially if she had them bound imaginatively." Allowing a moment to let that sink in, Liz continued.

"But in a way, Bev is partly in control. When reintroducing corporal correction was first proposed, a panel was convened to figure out what might be done, and how to make it pay."

"So what does Bev have to do with that?" Ginny asked, starting to get annoyed, but still curious to understand more.

"Well, the committee discreetly consulted some well-known dominants, amateurs and professionals, women and men, for advice developing the process." Liz paused, recalling her own experience as a graduate student in political science. She was taking a course on the history of judicial physical punishment when she got a call herself - the professor had suggested a few contacts. One thing led to another, and here she was.

"Bev wrote a lot of stories for Barbara, and Barbara was very helpful to the planners. I think Bev is having a déjà-vu moment."

Ginny frowned, almost glowering. "What the fuck - is this going to work on her?"

"Patience, Ginny. Wait 'till Jen comes in. She's a natural - watch carefully as she goes down the line, locking her gaze with each victim as she plugs them into the punishment console. I may think I'm good, but she sucks the resistance right out of them, makes them feel they deserve every bit of what's coming. Bev's about to face a totally different Jen from the one she thinks she knows."

Ginny was irked by the reminder that Bev had spent quite a lot of time with these people, working out the details and rehearsing the execution scene. But otherwise, she conceded, she wouldn't making the journey she'd now begun.

"O...K..." Ginny responded, still not entirely convinced that Bev would really suffer much.

"And, there's the calibration. Barbara didn't come up with that. Nor did Bev - the idea never crossed her mind. She'll soon be suffering exactly the same as the others, no more, no less. And I can assure you, it will be plenty!" Looking squarely at Ginny, Liz grinned broadly.

Liz was as good as her word. Ginny felt waves of admiration when Jen finally strode into the chamber, regal in bearing, every stitch of her uniform evincing authority. The fidgety ambient buzz around them sank into hushed stillness, while on Jen's side of the glass, for it really was Jen's now, her hapless charges reacted to her dramatic entry in various ways. One of the women felt relief, prematurely, that she would not be punished by a man. Most of the men were astonished to learn that their tormentor would be a woman - for some, fear mingled with arousal, for Jen's appearance was indeed stunning.

Austerely beautiful, Jen's face ascended symmetrically from the hint of a cleft in her angular jaw to the central parting of her silky black hair. Slight dimples accentuated her strong cheekbones, framing an elegantly-proportioned nose which smoothly united her subtly projected mouth with her hauntingly recessed eyes - dark lipstick outlining the former, jet-black eyebrows rising in sinister relief above the latter. Her prominent forehead and staunch, slender build augmented by generous breasts mounding grimly beneath the shiny leather bodice of her otherwise understated outfit, all conspired to exude severity.

Braided like a stout, terrifying whip, Jen's long hair swung languidly behind her with every effortless movement of her body, joining with her efficient unhurried walk to project utter confidence in her ability to discharge her responsibilities with total effectiveness. Just a hint of a smile suggested she intended to enjoy discharging those duties thoroughly. The other woman, Bev, felt a sudden surge of anxiety - what had she gotten herself into?