Felix stood with her legs tied wide to ring bolts set in the floor. A single rope around her wrists pulled her arms high above her head, secured to a ceiling wench. Her body gleamed with sweat, breathing heavily around a pink ball gag. Isobel stood behind her running an 8 inch dildo through the slaves sex lips, tormenting her. Felix couldn't think straight, she could only think about the heat between her legs.
"Not so clever now are you?." Isobel taunted as she played with her.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Much to Felix's disappointment, Isobel moved away taking the dildo with her.
"Lady Isobel, my Darling." He spoke with cultured tones of his class. He kissed the smooth flesh on the back of her hand.
"Klein, come in," she lead him over to Felix.
"Is this the slave you were talking about?"
"Yep."
"The one that escaped?" he raised an eyebrow.
"5 times in a row, the little whore," she gave a firm smack to the slave's ass making her squeal. Felix stared straight ahead with wide eyes, listening intently to try and work out who the hell the man was. She had heard the name Klein before, but where?
"I'm not surprised she did a runner after Kane's unfortunate passing."
"It was a huge shock to us all," Isobel agreed.
"Even more shocking was the media coverage. How much was the reward money? £10,000?"
"£20,000, Faith hired a group of men to track her down. Found her in the forest on the outskirts of the city," she stroked Felix down her back to between her legs. "Check out how wet she is." Klein stepped forward to admire her soaked cunt lips.
"She's quite docile isn't she?"
"No!" Isobel laughed, "it took two valets just to gag her! She's only docile now because she's a bitch on heat! She was not a happy puppy when she came round from the tranquilizer!"
"I imagine she's going to be difficult"
"Yep. and she's all yours!." Isobel said happily, glad to be rid of the unruly slave. She did her bit, kept Felix until Klein could take her, off her hands.
"Can I give her a test drive?"
"Certainly. Will you be attending dinner?" Klein glanced over at Felix's now trembling body.
"No," he smiled sadistically.
Much too Felix's disappointment Isobel left with the dildo. Klein studied her carefully and lifted a tendril of hair from her face. "Look up." She looked up, careful not to meet his eyes. He cupped her face. "Look at me." She looked him in the eyes defiantly. "Feisty little thing aren't you?" He chuckled to himself. Klein walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled one out. Felix watched him closely as he rummaged through the contents of the drawers. He pulled out a long strap of leather with a knot in the end. Felix's eyes widened. "Hmmm no not that one," Felix let out a sigh of relief.. "ahhh, here we go," he held up a whip of leather strands, each at least 3 feet long and knotted at the ends. Felix's eyes were fixed on the whip. She hadn't been whipped for a long time, her wounds had healed. The only mark on her body was that of the branding Master Kane gave her a long time ago. Klein walked over to her with careful measured steps. His gaze landed on the branding on her left buttock. A single "K" was etched onto her flesh. "Luckily for you my slave, my name begins with a "K," he laughed cruelly as he began massaging her ass. At least that was one less thing Felix had to worry about.
He cupped her face again. "Look at me slave," his eyes met hers, "you are my slave now, whatever happened to you in the past is gone, I am your master now, I suggest you nod to show your understanding," Felix looked down at the floor and slowly nodded. She didn't want to play this game anymore. A single tear slid down her cheek, followed by more and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably around her ball gag. She hung her head and cried until her new master held her head against his chest. He unfastened the strap on her ball gag and took it out of her mouth. "Shhhhh my pet, shhh," he soothed as he stroked her hair. Felix couldn't believe she was crying, she couldn't stop herself sobbing harder. Felix gritted her teeth, she hated showing weakness. She was even more surprised at how affectionate Klein was.
"Why do you cry slave?" Felix looked him square in the eye which startled Klein.
"No one cries for fucking slaves!." She spat.
He raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"Slaves cry for their masters, but their masters never cry for them." Felix stared hard at the floor.
"Because they are slaves?"
"Because they don't care."
"Do you cry for your master?"
"I'm not a slave."
Klein laughed. "I beg to differ," he pulled on her collar, "from now on you are not speak unless spoken to, and you will address me as Master," his voice quiet yet threatening. "And if you fail to remember your place, there are far worse Masters within the Order than I." Felix didn't understand.
"The Order?" Felix was even more confused. Klein put the ball gag back in her mouth and tightened the straps on the back of her head. Casually he walked across the room to the chest of drawers to retrieve the whip. He turned around to face her.
"I'm going to beat you now. Keep your head up until it hurts. Give yourself a little pain, and then maybe I'll give you a little pleasure." Felix could not ignore the growing heat in her pussy. She felt a wave of shame come over her. She wasn't meant to be enjoying this. Part of her hated being a slave. But it made her so wet and hot, she couldn't help getting aroused at her situation. She hung her head, cheeks burning with shame. Klein stood behind her.
"Is my little whoreslave enjoying this?" He cruelly taunted as his fingers dipped into her soaking sex. Felix let out a muffled moan of pleasure. "With a little discipline you would make a very pretty little sex toy." He pushed his fingers in deeper, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. He then pulled away and stood in front of her. Once again he removed the ball gag and held his fingers up to her mouth. She gladly licked his fingers clean of her juices. Something she used to do with Master Kane.
"Don't you want to be a little sex toy?" In all honesty Felix wasn't sure at all if she wanted to be a slave. On one hand she would be looked after and cared for whilst getting off on it, nothing would be expected of her except servitude. But on the other hand part of her was still ashamed of the life she lead. Once a promising psychology student now a whoreslave, a piece of property and nothing more. She was no longer a person, just a possession and it made her so wet. She could remember vividly her first time as a slave. She had endured four years of training at the hands of harsh Dominants, which catapulted her into the world of Masters and slaves. Then she met Master Kane, and she knew where she belonged. But 2 years on without Kane, she was confused.
"Yes!!" she heard the words escape her mouth.
