No-LIMIT-Rooms 7
Johanna
by
J.Paschmann
49 Ranch Training
When we got back from practice, Rebecca was sitting at the computer. Aaron had worked up a sweat. Much less than me, though. I asked Rebecca if she wanted anything, but she just waved me off. So I went to take a shower.
Aaron had already gone upstairs and was probably showering in his bathroom. The house had several.
After I showered and changed, I slipped into a pair of comfortable sneakers, glad to finally get rid of the boots. I then made my way back down to Rebecca and, after a brief instruction from her, knelt down beside her and made myself available to her. At first she ignored me completely, seemed to be very busy with the files.
It took almost an hour before she spoke to me again.
"You give me a lot of work, Johanna! But I think it's good for me, because I notice more and more gaps in my memory that I can fill in this way. What do you think, should everything be on the fake server?"
I had been thinking about this for the last hour.
"Since Holger probably belongs to Morosov, he will know pretty well what should be on the server. And the normal Rooms data will hardly interest him. He'll be looking for their personal hidden files. Especially what they have on Morosov!"
Rebecca nodded.
"I think so too. So we'll just mirror our normal server. Except for the client files. Those are too sensitive, he can do even more damage with them. Martin should come up with something, maybe a fake list of random data. As for my personal data, I don't have it on our company server anyway. Too many people would have easy access to it."
I couldn't help but notice that she didn't tell me where she kept it. Neither of us trusted the other.
"How much access does Morozov have to the company files? Couldn't he have gone through everything himself?"
"No. None of the owners have easy access to the data. They are capital providers, not operational managers. Even the board of directors only has access to the results, not all the data. Unless he needs to know something more specific."
"What about Charly?"
Rebecca looked at me in surprise.
"What about him?"
"Doesn't he have broad rights?"
"Of course he does. He's the creative director!"
"And at odds with them, right?"
She looked thoughtful.
"What are you getting at?"
"The transcript of my interview!"
Rebecca leaned back in her chair.
"If Charly was on Morozov's side, Holger wouldn't have needed you."
"What do they have on Charly?"
Rebecca blinked. She had given herself away.
"What would I have on him?"
"I don't know, but since he's not your boyfriend, they must have some other way to control him, right?"
A raised eyebrow told me she felt some admiration for my conclusion. Or my research.
"You mean he makes his own soup? That could be, of course."
"Aren't you ever afraid that your whole system of blackmail and manipulation in the house will collapse one day?" it escaped me.
"So far it works well. I'm still in charge of the rooms, right?"
It was pointless to argue with Rebecca. She probably couldn't help it, so I just nodded and refrained from further comment.
She waited a moment, then turned back to her laptop.
"But the idea with Charly is good. I'll check him out!"
For the rest of the evening we didn't say another word on the subject. I was bored next to Rebecca while she worked. It was late when she closed the laptop and we went upstairs.
It was Aaron who walked her up the stairs. I helped her get undressed and showered before she went to bed. I was on my way to my room when she called me back.
"Where are you going, Fifteen? You are sleeping here on the floor at the foot of my bed, do you understand?"
After a moment of stunned silence, I nodded.
"Very well, mistress!"
It was going to be an uncomfortable night for me. Not only because of the missing bed, but also because of the exciting day.
"Aaron has reported to me that your running technique needs improvement," Rebecca told me over breakfast.
I had cooked and served for everyone. Rebecca sat in her wheelchair at the head of the table, I sat to her right, and Aaron sat across from Rebecca. Since Rebecca had a slight motor problem, I made the roll for her.
"Yes, mistress, I am quite out of practice."
"How are your labia?"
Aaron didn't pull a face at this topic, he had himself under control.
"A little sore, but it works!"
"Then you should start practicing with the chastity belt today. The weather is good again. We will try the sulky again right after breakfast. You will wear the chastity belt, the harness and the boots, nothing else. Aaron will help you put on the harness."
"Very well, Mistress!"
Neither Rebecca nor I had revisited the events of last time this morning, we were obviously not ready for that. Instead, we were trying to get back to a new normal,
avoiding explosive topics for the time being. It was a bumpy new start, with each still unsure what to make of the other.
I was still unsure whether I really wanted to be locked in the cellar again, Rebecca's promise to take me to my sister or not. The discussion with Isabell was also still waiting for me, and I was already looking at her in an unpleasant way.
Aaron had been silent, little more than a brief greeting in the morning and a question now and then to see if he could help with something. I wondered if he had a family and what they knew about his job. He did not wear a ring on his finger. For such a short-term 72-hour assignment, Rebecca certainly had to pay him a lot. But although She seemed to trust him, he was not involved in the coven cellar or knew about the coven.
As soon as we were done, I cleaned up. Rebecca waited downstairs while I went upstairs with Aaron and changed.
Without shame I undressed in front of him, first putting on the boots and then the chastity belt with the anal plug, because I could not bend over easily with it. Finally I put on the harness. Aaron helped me close the buckles properly. Now I stood naked in front of him, holding the head harness with the bridle still in my hand. Even though Aaron was a professional and used to a lot, my preparations had an effect on his body: He was not gay! It had to be hard work for him.
Wordlessly, he took the head harness from my hand and put it on me. He left off the nipple clamps that held the reins. Then we went downstairs, he in front so he could catch me if I stumbled.
Then he opened the front door and pushed Rebecca out in her wheelchair while I followed. In the barn the sulky was waiting for us, first Rebecca got in with Aaron's help, then I was strapped in. I put the cuffs on my nipples myself, but in a way that would not hurt too much. Then Aaron tied my hands behind my back with a monoglove. Now I was ready for training.
Actually, I already had a little muscle soreness from the day before, which became even more noticeable. This time it was not about speed, but about style. Rebecca kept telling me how to lift my legs and helped me with her riding whip to emphasize her commands.
Aaron followed us with some distance or stood around and watched us. He still gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach, although he was probably there more to help Rebecca than to guard me. I was practically helpless in my current state.
Today Rebecca showed me little mercy. She didn't limit the training to an hour, but pushed me until noon. Every half hour or so she waved Aaron over so he could remove the clamps from my nipples and massage them for five minutes. A task that didn't seem particularly unpleasant to him, unlike me, because it hurt. But what was worse was that it aroused me and gave me no opportunity to relieve myself. Well, Aaron didn't seem to feel any better either. He also applied the clamps professionally and without hesitation, as if he had done it many times before. Surely something that normal guards wouldn't do.
Since it was barely 17 degrees today, I did not sweat much. Rebecca, on the other hand, had gone to get a light cardigan. Swinging the whip obviously did not keep me as warm as pulling the sulky.
Finally, around noon, when I could barely lift my legs, Rebecca led me back to the barn.
"Aaron, please untie Johanna and free her hands. Then you can go inside and freshen up. We'll catch up with you later."
He did as instructed and untied my hands first. While he was unbuckling me, I started to remove the clamps, but Rebecca stopped me.
"Leave them on for now, just loosen the reins from the eyelets and take off the head harness," she ordered me.
Confused for a moment, I did as she asked. But then I guessed what she was going to do. And she was right: As soon as Aaron left us alone, she ordered me to help her out of her pants and lick her. Rebecca had enjoyed training me like this. Now she wanted some relief.
On my knees I did my best. Yes, I enjoyed it, even though my legs and nipples hurt. I would have loved to relieve myself, but that was not only inappropriate as a slave, but now with the belt it was extremely difficult.
Rebecca gave me the pace at which I had to lick her with her riding crop, which struck lightly on my back. So she let me lick more slowly in the meantime, delayed the climax and then, when I licked more intensively again, came extremely violently. When I wanted to get up afterwards, she held me back.
"Well, well! Now you get another electrolyte drink from me! Drink it all!"
Obediently, I covered her vagina again with my mouth and swallowed everything she spilled. At least here I did not have to lick up what went wrong.
"Good girl, you can take off your clamps now," she praised me when she was finished. "Don't think I don't know that you don't like my golden shower, but as my slave this is part of it. Isabell didn't like it at first either, it took some time to get her to enjoy it."
As I carefully removed my braces, it occurred to me that I would probably never enjoy drinking piss. You either had the disposition or not. I almost asked her if she liked it. After all, according to her, Morosov had humiliated her in every possible way. Then this had certainly been part of it. But I held back.
But she seemed to know what I was thinking, because she explained: "You can get used to a lot of things and develop a passion for some things you never liked before. But I must say that this has more to do with power and submission than with taste. That is why I do not like to drink Golden Shower, but I like to give it. Because I realized that I am more dominant than submissive. What you are, you have to find out for yourself. I have the feeling that you don't know yourself yet. But that's what the slave school is for: self-knowledge!"
I looked up at her, still on my knees.
"Mistress, what will happen to us now? Of course I can continue to play the obedient slave for you, but you know very well that my goal is completely different!"
Her look was inscrutable again, and it seemed as if she had already expected a similar question, for she answered without hesitation, "My goal, but not, Johanna! I have made you my project, I am your sponsor!"
I opened my eyes in astonishment.
