Joyce and I were gone, attending to other things for a couple hours before we returned to our still somewhat reluctant companion, giving him time to rest and become accustomed to his current condition. The discreet monitor in the corner had registered only snores and our other ally, baby, had not noticed any distress. It was still cold in the deep dungeon room, but we had allowed him to use the warm blanket.
We brought other clothes for him, black silk pajamas that would keep him warmer and still allow us access to his body.
"You are coming along nicely, pet. Before you may have these, though, you will need to be washed. You're all sticky and we wouldn't like to soil new clothes."
Drawing a basin of hot water from the tap in the corner and collecting a cloth and soap from the cupboard, I started at his feet. He flinched at the sight of the steam rising off the water before I added a little cold. Avoiding the cuffs at his ankles, I ran the wet, but not dripping cloth up our victim's legs. I massaged them gently, allowing him to relax into the bath before drying him carefully, not letting him become chilled. I ran the cloth across his buttocks and back, drying them quickly, and then massaging them with scented oil, warmed in my hands, before turning him over.
Using both hands, I washed his jewels and pubic hair, and then pulled back his foreskin to clean even there. Once again, he seemed curious about our motives as I gently washed and dried him. After he had been attentively dried, I moved my basin up from his feet to by his arms. Cleaning and drying his chest and abdomen, I ran my warm, well-oiled hands over his cool flesh, his well-developed pecs and biceps. I didn't take off the black baby doll, but washed underneath, getting him clean all over.
When I had finished with it, Joyce took the basin from the bed, dumping it in the corner 'bathroom'. After drying him, I used deodorant, making him jump at the cold spray.
"Tilt your head up." I washed his face and gave him a drink of water, using an icy glass of liquid we had brought just for the purpose. "Much better. Now that you're clean, we'll let you have something to wear." I unchained his feet and Joyce slid the pants up his long, muscular legs. Relaxed and warmed from the gentle bath and massage, he allowed it, no longer struggling against us.
I cuffed his feet back to the black iron bed and uncuffed his arms. "Sit up." He sat, wriggling around until he could comfortably lift his arms.
"Did you bring me here just to treat me like this?" It was clear he hadn't expected to be kindly treated after we had kidnapped him from his home.
"I brought you here because I wanted you, my pet." The explanation was simple.
My friend slowly slid the black lace of the filmy nightie up his sides and over his arms. His small nipples hardened as it brushed against them. Drawing it off over his head, she pulled his arm out to the side and dressed one side of him in the pajama jacket, then the other.
He reached for her black clad bosom as she buttoned him into the garment and I slapped his hand away. "You will only touch when we say so. Is that understood?"
He pouted at us, a look which would have swayed weaker women. I fastened his right hand back to the post of the bed and bent over to pick up my chosen weapon. He flinched away from me, knowing what was coming. The whip grazed the exposed flesh of his belly with a crack, leaving a dark red line.
He yelped and cowered back as far on the bed as he was able, covering his exposed skin with his free hand. "I understand. Okay? Don't do that."
Joyce looked at me, her eyes glittering. So far, she had been the good cop to my bad, but she wanted her turn. "You will address my friend as 'Mistress,' and I am to be called 'My Lady.' There will be no mistakes in this."
If he believes us, we're better actresses than I thought.
He nodded vigorously and whispered "Yes, My Lady." He was confused by her sudden change of attitude.
As I moved to lock him back to the bed, he whimpered. "Is there something, my pet? If there is, I need you to speak."
He blushed. "Yes, Mistress. I need to urinate. Am I allowed to use the toilet?"
I glanced from him to Joyce, then to the commode in the corner of the room. I considered his request, taking into account his freshly washed state and new pajamas. He realized there was always the possibility that I would not let him up and he would have to wet himself.
I hoped I would never have to resort to such cruel means, and that he would come to us willingly. I'd never had an unwilling playmate. As a matter of fact, this was the first time I'd ever brought in a playmate that hadn't been trained beforehand.
Cautiously, I unfastened the shackled hand and locked them both together in front of him. He sighed with relief. Loosing his legs, I helped him to the edge of the big bed while Joyce reached into the cupboard for yet another toy, as yet unused. Her eyes lit up at the thought of testing it out on a real, live person. It had a bulky handle with a long fiberglass wand attached and two electrodes on the end, making a very handy device for delivering an electric shock. "My partner is using a shock prod. It is safer than a TASER, but still very uncomfortable. If you try to get away, you will receive a rather nasty shock."
He turned to look at the long white stick and his already light skin turned a shade paler. He smiled slightly, as if in thought. "No, Mistress. I wouldn't even think of trying to get away." I helped him to stand and he stumbled. "My feet are asleep, Mistress. I can't feel them."
I nodded. "Maybe we'll have to make adjustments to our sleeping arrangements, then. Can you manage without my supervision, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress. If I need help, I'll be sure to ask My Lady." He was cautious about his new freedom, thinking it would be taken away before he could relieve himself.
Listening to the little noises of life, I remade the bed with fresh sheets and removed the cuffs from the foot of the bed, replacing them with looser leather cuffs, attached by long silken ropes instead of the short chains. There was a loud clatter and, as I turned back, a quiet moan.
Our captive had managed to throw his long arms around Joyce and was kissing her, mouth open, tongue twined with hers. His curly fringe mixed with her long, dark brown hair and he had pulled her close enough that he had to bend over to reach her lips.
I picked up neither the cattle prod nor the whip, but the smaller flogger that had served me in such good stead previously. Considering this a good test of both his and my control, I pulled up the back of the silky apparel and lashed at his back, just hard enough that he could feel me. Already enjoying the feeling of the flogger, he purred and kissed harder, pushing Joyce back toward the bed.
I reached around him, releasing the locks on the handcuffs, and she scrambled away, allowing me the sight of his impressive erection. I turned on him with the flogger again, and he stood erect in front of me, in more ways than one. "Move to the bed, pet. You need to be punished."
"Yes, Mistress." The look on his face was one of anticipation. He had learned well all that we had taught him in our previous session. He had no problem with the pain, knowing that there would be pleasure either during or after it.
I steered him to the edge of the bed, where he sat down. "Will you lie still, or will I have to chain you like a dog again?"
At his grin, I reached for the cuffs, dragging him across the freshly made bed to where he had lain in the center. I fastened his legs and right hand before reaching for the other cuff, which had dropped to the floor some distance away.
When I turned back to him, our companion had pushed his hand into his pants and was massaging himself. "Hurt me, Mistress, My Lady. I'm yours to do with what you wish."
I think he's mocking me.
I rather doubted he was mine, but was ready to see what we could do to please him. Joyce scrambled for the door, stopping only long enough to close it.
"Please, Mistress. Teach me."
Why was he having this reaction? I'd expected him to fight us. It was my turn to be confused.
I really hate being confused.
Enough was enough. He wanted pain? I'd give it to him. I reached for Joyce's abandoned toy and pressed it against his buttocks, discharging it into his body. He screamed and came at the same time, coming back to himself with a smile. I locked his hands over his head again, and, reaching for the little flogger from the floor, I dragged it again across his chest.
"You haven't learned your lesson well enough. I need to teach you not to touch when you're told not to." I looked him over, finding just the weak spot I was looking for. I pulled down his soaked britches and unbuckled one foot, pulling the wet and sticky pants off and leaving him bare from the waist down.
The goose flesh rose on his legs and I looked upon him without pity. His testicles shrank back against his skin.
Well, maybe I felt a little pity.
