Island Discipline Ch 17

Again, many apologies for those who have waited so long for the next chapter in Kristy's journey! I will try to post more quickly for the next chapters. As always, please feel free to leave comments but please remember that this is fiction and a certain amount of suspension of disbelief is required to keep the story entertaining. Apart from that, I hope you enjoy Kristy's further exploits!

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By one o' clock, the sun had moved past it apex and its rays shone down on Kristy's body. The heat of the day had caused fine droplets of sweat to bead on her skin and when the sun's rays hit the droplets it bathed her skin in a golden glow. Sue took a few moments to appreciate the sight of the woman lying supine in front of her. Her body was turning to a burnished gold but the faintest hints of pink told Sue that it was time to get in out of the sun. She leaned over and gently shook Kristy awake. Stirring from sleep, Kristy stretched languorously before recalling where she was. She slipped off the lounger onto her knees, eyes demurely downcast and hands behind her head as she awaited her Mistress' instructions.

"Come on kitten," Sue said playfully, "it's time to get yourself cleaned up & ready for the afternoon's sessions!"

With that she undid Kristy's leash from the lounger and drew her along behind her. She did not look back, confident now that Kristy would be following. However, had she done so, she would have seen the stunned expression on Kristy's face. Her Mistress had not addressed her as slave, or even by her own name, but by a pet name and she was completely undone by this unexpected show of tenderness. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but by now aware that tenderness could turn to censure & strict discipline in a heartbeat, she made sure to keep the leash slack between her and her Mistress, following dutifully behind as she led the way inside the house.

Once there, Sue led the way to the bathroom where once again Kristy was tethered in the shower. Sue rummaged in a cupboard for a moment before withdrawing a spreader bar and fastening its cuffs around Kristy's ankles. She then released the heavy spring & the bar forced Kristy's legs wide. By now Kristy was learning not to protest any treatment she was subjected to, knowing that the slightest sound of complaint would be severely answered. Instead she stood meekly as Sue turned on the shower, letting the water sluice over Kristy's hot body. She made sure the water temperature was just the warm side of cold so that her slave would not overheat, poured shower crème onto a soft sponge & proceeded to thoroughly cleanse the suntan lotion from Kristy's skin. She couldn't help but linger as her fingers brushed against Kristy's breasts, nor as she carefully cleansed her clit & pussy, but mindful that there was an intense afternoon's work ahead, she refrained from over-stimulating her. Nevertheless, by the time Sue had finished, Kristy was emitting little moans of pleasure.

It came as a shock to Kristy to realise that in less than the space of 2 short weeks, she was more vividly aware of her body and its desires than she had been in her entire life! She mulled this over as she obediently stood still & allowed her Mistress to pat her body dry.

Sue led the way back to Kristy's cell. On the bedside table was a tall, wide glass, beads of moisture glistening on the outside. She told Kristy to sit down and handed the glass to her, advising her to drink the entire contents.

Kristy obeyed, letting the cool, thick, milky liquid slip slowly down her throat. Sue allowed her to take her time, not wanting her slave to catch a chill in her stomach from injudicious speed of ingestion! When Kristy was finished, Sue reclaimed the glass and placed it upon the table.

"As we believe you have great potential but are, at this stage, woefully incompetent, we have engaged a special instructor for your deportment sessions," Sue informed Kristy. "She will be far more exacting and strict than I have been with you, so I expect you to pay attention, diligently obey her demands and earnestly follow her training regime. If you do all of this, you have the potential to become one of the best slaves to have ever come through your Master's hands, but I warn you, your instructor will tolerate no weakness and no mistakes!"

Kristy stared at her Mistress wide-eyed with apprehension. She had already thought that her deportment session yesterday was extreme. How was she going to be able to survive these new sessions?

Sue glanced at her & noticed Kristy's eyes were becoming heavy. A mild sedative had been added to the shake. In order to hone Kristy's body to peak perfection, it was vital that she receive enough sleep to endure the rigorous training that she was being put through, and unwilling to take the chance that she sleep unassisted, Sue & David were ensuring that this was the case, will she or nil she.

Kristy struggled to keep her eyes open but Sue pushed her backwards onto the bed.

"Sleep, slave", she commanded softly. "You are going to need all your energy for the afternoon ahead!" Kristy drifted off to sleep, barely even noticing the click of the key in the lock as her Mistress left her cell.

She was awoken a couple of hours later by her Mistress once again shaking her shoulder. When she would have slipped to kneel on the floor, Sue instead commanded her to stand facing the wall, with her body bent at a 90º angle, her legs spread wide apart. Sue then commanded her to spread her ass cheeks and despite wincing inside, Kristy did as she was told. She felt a cool, slippery wetness as Sue spread lube around and inside her asshole before slowly inserting a long, thick, metal butt plug. Kristy couldn't bite back a groan as she felt the cold, hard metal invading her back passage but she had been penetrated there so many times by now that her body was becoming accustomed to it.

Sue then commanded Kristy to stand straighter, although still with her legs spread, and place her hands against the wall. Kristy complied and stood obediently as Sue wrapped a corset around her waist. She whimpered a little as Sue drew the laces tighter & tighter -- by the time her Mistress was satisfied, she was feeling light headed and could only take the shallowest of breaths. What Kristy didn't know was that Sue was now using a smaller size corset than the one previously used. It sat snugly under her breasts, thrusting them upwards and ended a good way above her pussy, granting easy access. There were also hooks placed in the front & back of the corset and a strange arrangement of metal hinged cups at the front of the waist.

Sue then took out the heavy leather strap that had been used yesterday, and commanded Kristy to stand straight, hands behind her head. Kristy complied and stood with legs spread wide as Sue attached the belt to the front of the corset, drew it between her legs then tightly secured it to the hook at the back. Kristy bit back a groan as the action forced the plug deeper inside her anal passage.

The next item of clothing was the high, stiff posture collar that Sue secured snugly around Kristy's neck. Cuffs were attached to her wrists and finally Sue had Kristy sit on the bed as she locked a pair of specialised ankle boots with 6" high stiletto heels onto her feet. There were multiple D-rings stitched into the leather boots, but Kristy had no time to wonder what these were for as her Mistress exited her cell & commanded her to follow.

Despite her best efforts, it took Kristy some time to catch up to her Mistress as the extremely high heels forced her off balance as she teetered along in her wake. By the time she reached the dance studio, her Mistress was tapping her foot in impatience!

"If this is the best you can do, you are in for a VERY painful afternoon, slave" Sue told her coldly. "Now get inside & pay attention to your instructor. Remember, transgressions will be punished severely!"

Kristy trembled as she teetered through the door that her Mistress held open for her. She stopped short just inside the door as she caught sight of her Master casually conversing with an old woman, whose ramrod straight spine and iron grey hair caught back in a tight bun screamed discipline & severity. She couldn't, however, prevent her lips curling in a faint sneer when she thought she was not being observed. She couldn't stand old people, equating them with feebleness of mind & body.

She did not realise that both David & the woman with whom he was speaking had both caught the gesture. David's lips tightened with anger & displeasure but he gave no further sign as he turned towards the instructor.

"Mistress A," he said, "this is the slave I was telling you about. She has, I feel, a certain amount of potential but there are still many obstacles to overcome, one of which is her woeful lack of any kind of grace. If there is anyone who can achieve a pleasing end result, I know it will be you."

He turned towards Kristy. "Come here, slave" he commanded.

Kristy slowly & painfully teetered across the floor until she reached her Master's side. The pain in her feet made her briefly forget herself and she remained standing. Not for long, however. Out of nowhere, a cane came whistling through the air and landed painfully across the back of her legs. Crying out, Kristy dropped to her knees and looking up through tear filled eyes, saw that it was the old woman who had delivered the blow.

"You are to obey Mistress A as you would obey myself or Mistress S," David commanded.

He turned to the old woman and handed her a set of small keys before unhooking the front of the strap between her legs, letting it fall away.

"Slave, lean back and open your legs," David ordered.

Blushing in embarrassment, Kristy stiffly complied, the posture collar & tight corset making the action difficult to execute. The position she was now in clearly displayed her pussy and the fact that access to it was prevented by the locked rings that held her pussy lips closed. "These keys will unlock the pussy rings, should you wish to make use of the slave" David told the old woman. "I give you full access to my property. You may use her however you desire as payment for your time and effort this week."

He swiftly reattached the strap once more and without giving Kristy a second glance, David strode from the room, leaving her painfully bent backwards & exposed in front of the old woman.

Kristy closed her eyes briefly, her shoulders slumping and choking back a sob at the complete disdain her Master had showed towards her. He had handed her over to the old woman as if she were nothing more than a possession, and one of little value at that.

Her eyes flew open and she screamed as a line of fire ripped across her breasts. Without a word, Mistress A had brought the cane down sharply over Kristy's breasts.

"Get to your feet, Girl, hands behind your head" she commanded in a cut glass English accent. "I'll not stand for self-pity & indulgence in my presence!"

Kristy made as if to push herself to her feet, only to receive yet another hard stroke of the cane across her breasts. Again she screamed out loud.

Mistress A slapped her hard across the face, bringing her sharply back to silence.

"I said hands behind your head!" she barked.

It took Kristy several attempts before she reached her feet, each failed attempt accompanied by the hard lash of the cane across her breasts. By the time she had succeeded, tears streaked her face and her throat was raw from screaming.

"Well it seems you learned nothing from your session with Mistress S, yesterday!" Mistress A commented.

The old woman ordered Kristy to remain in place and walked across the room to a cabinet. Once there she pulled out a ball gag, a pair of nipple clamps and a pair of heavy, circular weights depending from lengths of fine chain.

"Back to your knees, girl, and remember to keep your hands behind your head!" Mistress A commanded as she made her way back across the room.

Kristy struggled to obey but ended up almost falling over as she lost her balance. Her body seemed to have completely forgotten the training she had received yesterday and refused to comply. Somehow, she managed to stay upright and was gasping for the small amount of breath that the tight corset would allow.

"Not good enough!" Mistress A snapped. "Now open your mouth. I will not have my sessions marred by the petty wailing of an inferior specimen!"

Not wanting to feel the harsh cut of the cane again, Kristy dutifully opened her mouth. Mistress A swiftly inserted the gag & secured it tightly, forcing the ball deep inside Kristy's mouth. Now she had to desperately try to draw air through her nose instead.

Mistress A reached down and sharply pinched and twisted Kristy's right nipple until it stood erect & swollen. She swiftly applied the nipple clamp and tightened it until Kristy could feel the teeth biting into the nubby flesh. She cried out against the pain but the sound was very effectively muffled by the gag. Mistress A repeated her actions with the other nipple and soon both were throbbing as the metal dug into their tender flesh. These clamps were far more severe than the ones Mistress S had used on Kristy the day before! Mistress A then took each weight and settled it into its respective cup on the corset before attaching the chains, making sure the tension was sufficient to keep them in place but not enough to lift them from the cups.

Kristy was whimpering in pain but the old woman paid her no attention. Walking around behind Kristy, she took a moment to inspect the slave in front of her. Not bad, she thought, a decent body, or at least it will be with the right conditioning, but dreadful posture, even kneeling with her hands behind her head. Swiftly she cut the cane across the back of Kristy's shoulders, making her scream once more.

"I will tolerate no rounded shoulders, slave!" she proclaimed. "Now get to your feet!"

Kristy struggled to comply but her body once again refused to cooperate and off balance, she once again lurched forward. This caused the weights to fall against the hinges of the cups, which promptly collapsed, allowing the full weight to pull against the clamps. Kristy screamed again as the clamps tightened further around her nipples, biting deeply into the flesh. Each time she struggled, the weights swayed, tightening the clamps further each time. Finally, Mistress A had seen enough, grabbed the weights and held them while Kristy struggled to her feet.

"I assure you, slave, my methods are extremely effective." She told Kristy. By the end of this session, you will be able to rise to your feet or sink to your knees with grace and elegance. If you do not, I will add heavier weights and harsher clamps until you do!"

Kristy shuddered at the thought of this. Even now her nipples were on fire from the biting grip of the clamps.

Mistress A released the tension of the clamps slightly, and resettled the weights into the hinged cups on the corset.

Over the course of the next 30 minutes, Kristy was forced to kneel on the floor and rise to her feet multiple times. Each time she lost her balance, the weights dropped free of their cups and tightened the nipple clamps. Her throat was raw from screaming & her eyes were puffy and swollen from the tears she could no longer contain. Mistress A was implacable and true to her word, when after 15 minutes, Kristy was still lurching to her feet and struggling to keep her balance, she replaced the weights and clamps with ones that were heavier & harsher. Kristy was now in agony. She could feel small beads of moisture where the teeth of the clamps had broken the skin & her nipples were on fire, matched only by the fire running across her ass and shoulders as Mistress A was a firm believer in strict correction. Every time she deemed that Kristy's posture was less than perfect she would strike the offending body part. By now Kristy's body was criss-crossed with long, thin red welts and her throat was thick with tears.

Eventually, towards the end of the first 30 minutes, Kristy finally caught the knack and was able to slowly sink gracefully to her knees and just as gracefully rise to her feet. Mistress A's technique was harsh but effective!

She removed the nipple clamps from Kristy's breasts, who almost fainted as the release brought a different kind of pain flooding in. She allowed Kristy 5 minutes rest before laying out the next requirements.

By this time Kristy's feet were cramping from being confined in the high stiletto boots. Tapping her cane against Kristy's calves, Mistress A ordered her to follow as she walked to a table. When they reached it Kristy was ordered to sit on it & slide backwards until her ankles just brushed the edge. She breathed a muffled sigh of relief as the pressure was taken off her feet for the moment. Mistress A walked to the cabinet and removed a short length of leather with metal clips at each end. She returned to where Kristy obediently sat and attached the clips to D-rings set into the boots.

"On your feet!" she commanded & Kristy reluctantly complied, again almost crumpling to the floor as pain shot through her feet.

She was halted by the sting of the cane landing hard against her ass.

"Concentrate!" Mistress A barked.

Kristy drew on a reserve of fortitude that she hadn't been aware existed & pulled herself straight by sheer willpower.

"You are expected to be a credit to your Master. To do this, you will walk with small, gliding steps, whether you are wearing boots, shoes or barefoot, maintaining at all times your poise and posture." Mistress A lectured. "You will now walk the length of this studio maintaining your posture at all times. The leather strap is to ensure that you take only the correct length of step. In due course you will learn instinctively the length of step allowable and will come to walk, no glide, without conscious effort. I will be correcting you as you walk and I warn you that I will tolerate no slacking. Do you understand?"

Wide-eyed, Kristy nodded as much as the posture collar would allow. Gagged as she was, it was the only sign of acquiescence she could give.

"Proceed!" Mistress A commanded.

Kristy teetered uncertainly across the room, struggling to walk with such a short length of leather constricting her movements.

The cane whistled across her ass. "Not good enough, slave!" Mistress A barked. "Turn around and walk back across the room, and this time CONCENTRATE!"

She forced Kristy to walk up & down the room. Each loss of balance, even a faint wobble was accompanied with a sharp slash of the cane. By now Kristy was positively hoarse and she no longer had the energy to cry out. Her surroundings faded into a blur as exhaustion set in. However, there was an advantage to this as Kristy's focus narrowed to moving one step in front of the other with the required small, neat steps. Almost without realising, she suddenly fell into the correct rhythm and began to glide. Mistress A smiled a small, stern smile and nodded in satisfaction. This one did indeed have a lot to learn but David had been right, the potential was definitely there to create a superlative submissive. Once the walls of self-imposed pre-conceptions had been well and truly broken down, this young woman had the makings of a truly outstanding submissive!

She looked sternly at Kristy. "Well slave, can I trust you to remain appropriately silent from now on?"

Chastened & exhausted, Kristy nodded.

"Then assume Position One and remember, grace & poise must be maintained at all times!"

Placing her hands behind her head, Kristy concentrated and managed to sink to her knees with commendable grace, not once losing her balance. Mistress A moved around behind her and with relief Kristy felt the strap holding the gag in place loosen. Mistress A removed the gag from Kristy's mouth and relenting slightly advised that she may subtly work the stiffness out of her jaw. Kristy gratefully complied and eased the stiffness & tension created by the gag.