Chapter 8
I sat comfortably in an overstuffed armchair, swirling the scotch around in my glass and let my eyes run over Mistress Karen who reclined on the divan across from me. She noticed my appreciative gaze and smiled over her wine glass, twisting her shoulders and hips to display herself to full advantage. Gone was the too tight corset and over the top thigh high boots. Instead, she wore a well fitted black bustier and slacks. Platform stiletto heels of course, but in elegant booties that could transition from the dungeon to the dance floor. Her hair was still streaked with grey, but gone was the cheap black hair dye and instead she had a natural luster to her maturity that suited her much better. She could have put on a jacket and commanded any corporate boardroom in the country.
"Like what you see?" she purred.
"Appreciate would be a better word I think." I replied, and she nodded sagely.
"It seems that you are in the habit of getting women to re-invent themselves." She commented, sliding her black manicured fingers along her ample bust line. "You were right, I was trying too hard to re-capture my youth when instead I should be enjoying my maturity. Thank you for your insight." "I didn't do anything. I just said that as elegant a woman as yourself should not be forcing herself into anything, clothing or roles." I replied, sipping my scotch. "Thank you" she replied, then rose from her seat and setting her wine glass down on the coffee table. "Shall we go and see how our little project is doing? I think that I am not the only person here who is deluding themselves about who they really are." I downed the last of my drink and rose to follow her down the stairs. The harsh light from the bare bulbs was a stark change from the warmth and comfort of the room above. It shone with cruel indifference over the two women who were bound in the room, moaning and sweating with their exertions over the last hour.
Jennifer and Janet were both naked, no lingerie or sexy shoes this time. Just the stark reality of their slavery on display for us to see. Jennifer was lying on a padded bench, her wrists and ankles secured together with thick leather cuffs. Her elbows had also been pulled together behind her and her ankle cuffs were attached to them with a short chain pulling her up into a tight hogtie. A ring gag filled her mouth and drool was running unchecked down her chin to puddle on the concrete below her. She moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain as the vibrating wand strapped between her legs continued its relentless assault on her pussy. As we entered the room, she turned her head and her glazed eyes slowly focused on Karen and I as we stood there regarding her with indifference. Karen moved over to a rack and picked up a brown leather riding crop. When Jennifer saw this her expression turned from pleasure to fear and she looked frantically at me.
"Don't worry little one." Mistress Karen said in a calming voice, the way you would speak to a startled horse. She moved over to where Jennifer lay and gently flicked a sweat soaked lock of hair out of her face. "Your master and I have spoken and I understand you now. I will not hurt you again, unless he condones it." Jennifer looked at me and I nodded, watching her slump in relief. "Still" Karen continued, "pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. One can be used to enhance the feeling of the other as well as re-enforce the commitment and trust between a master and their slave." She moved to where Jennifer could see her, shifting her weight onto one leg and pushing her hip out in the classic dominatrix pose that just looked natural on her. She crossed her arms, the crop swinging loosely from her hand as she regarded Jennifer with a level gaze.
"You are a good slave dear. You have given yourself to your master and as I understand gone through quite a period of change and personal growth as a result, am I right?" Jennifer nodded, a little drool falling out of her mouth to drop on the floor with a soft splat. "Yes, you didn't know who you truly were until you met him" she gestured to where I leaned against the doorframe. "And when you finally agreed to allow yourself to grow beyond the boundaries you had set for yourself, your life became much better did it not?" Jennifer nodded again, looking at me with loving eyes. Mistress Karen moved closer and crouched so she was eye to eye with where Jennifer lay on the bench. Her pants stretched attractively over her ass that had grown significantly firmer since we last met. "But this is a relationship is it not. In a relationship both people must grow and change together or else it becomes stagnant and, to put it simply, boring."
Karen glanced over her shoulder at me. "You may not have noticed it, but your master is still the same man that he was when you first came here. Probably the same man as he was when he first met you. There is nothing wrong with that, he is a fine man, but he has not grown as a Dom as you have grown as a Slave." Karen stood and moved over to me, running her manicured fingers across my shoulder. "He is a good man, but has his own boundaries just as you had yours. While he helped you move outside those limits that you had made for yourself, who will help him?" I looked at Karen with a quizzical glance, what boundaries, what was I doing wrong. Damn, things looked pretty much perfect to me.
"Take this for example" she raised the riding crop, running a critical eye over the braided leather. "This is the tool of a Dom. It is used to teach a lesson and correct an errant slave quickly. How long did it take for him to teach you your last lesson? A week, two? How close did you come to losing it all because he did not have the proper tools, or will to use them?" I considered her words for a moment, and she was right. When Janet and Jennifer had last failed me, I had kicked them both out and left them alone for over a week. The equivalent to sending a child to their room. But just like that, I had no control over what they were doing in that week, and could have lost everything if they had not been willing to come back. Corporal punishment was something that I never liked, but apparently it did have its merits.
Mistress Karen continued "Pain is not just for punishment. It can be used to enhance the experience for both slave and dom. The pain brings an instant stimulation that pleasure cannot. In fact, pleasure can be just as uncomfortable as pain if not used properly." She had walked behind Jennifer and reached down to push the vibrating wand harder against her sensitive pussy. Jennifer arched and grunted, trying to pull herself away from the stimulation that she had been helpless to resist since we bound her here over an hour ago. "See, pleasure has become pain, has it not. And removal of that 'pleasure' can be just as desirable." Karen switched off the wand and Jennifer moaned in relief.
