Three - Book 2
Chapter 1
Three at Rita's mansion
It was a half-hour drive to the address Rita had sent her via WhatsApp thoughts of her childhood and university career were in her head.
She grew up in a strict and bigot family. Like her two younger sisters, her father had put her regularly across the knee and spanked her.
There was always something she had done wrong or something she had forgotten. But not in school; Ines never forgot something; she had a photographic memory.
Ines skipped grades, got her high school diploma at fifteen, and moved to an apartment paid for by her parents in the capital. She studied at the university and graduated at nineteen.
At 20 she met her Master, who was previously only a handsome, rich boy. They got married soon, she was still a virgin, because she wanted it that way.
She then lived with her husband in his penthouse but continued her doctoral program and earned the title of a PhD. She had been the best graduate of her year and was offered a position at the university by her supervisor.
Her Daddy failed to appear at her wedding, so nobody noticed, that her husband looked like a younger version of the bride's father.
She saw her parents not very often; they disagreed with her marriage. They insisted she should keep her apartment and hated that she depended on this rich idler.
Her mother was a careerist, who never spent much time with the family, but her sisters Ines met regularly.
For her first training session, Three was a bit early. She did not know this part of the town and was surprised when she saw the old storehouse by the river.
"You have reached your destination," the Navi in her Porsche reported.
How could Rita afford this estate, the large brick building four storeys tall, with the long approach in front and the parking space under spreading trees at the backside?
Three parked her car near a Jaguar and two Mercedes. A Rolls Royce Silver shadow with a chauffeur in livery was parked not far away.
Three went to the entrance stepped on the veranda and noticed the brassed changing room lockers.
On four of them emblazoned nameplates for Three, Zero, Slut and Tinker. It seemed like she was not the only sub getting trained today.
She rang the video doorbell, and an unknown female voice answered:
"Welcome Three, you must undress and put your garment in your locker. Then kneel naked in front of the door in a waiting position."
When Three waited in her humble position, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Was she in love with her new lifestyle?
Her Master had passed her away to Rita, a girl much younger than her who could train and use her as she liked. Rita who had only a rudimentary education would leash the highflyer of the university like a dog. She knew she would be used for the pleasure of others.
She had her body to offer for the pleasure of others, who could use her however and whenever they wished to use it. Rita wanted it this way, to satisfy Three's deep submissive desire.
Suddenly the door swung open and interrupted Three's thoughts. A young red-haired girl dressed in black leather collared Three, leashed her and made her go to her knees.
Inside it was pleasantly warm and it smelled like Rituals incense sticks.
Three walked on all fours over the polished wooden floor the interior looked as expensive as in a manor house.
The white walls contrasted most attractively with the chestnut oak wall covering. Three noticed some stone fireplaces and many doors in this large room, where would she be taken, to the dungeon or a bedroom?
The redhead opened a door at the end of the hall and pulled Three inside a brightly illuminated ballet area with mirrors on the wall and a parquet floor.
Three could see herself in the mirrors led like a dog on a leash, naked and vulnerable.
The girl introduced herself as Lisa and showed Three the room and its utilities, spanking instruments, cattle prods and the pole dance area.
"Mistress Rita sends you her apologies, she cannot attend your first session here, because she is preoccupied with the Dutchess.
I am instructed to show you no mercy in your training, so you better exert yourself.
The training gets recorded for your Mistress and Master.
Three was disappointed, it was something personal, she had hoped Rita would do the training.
This young girl Lisa was only Rita's substitute, Three was not even asked before she was imposed on her. For Lisa, she would only be an object.
Degrading and at the same time what a thrill.
Then, Lisa bossed her around for over two hours, making three sweating, panting, and obeying, using the riding crop and the cattle prod.
Leash training, slave positions, punishment, pole dance, humiliation with a strap-on rammed in her ass and in her throat, feet licking, piss drinking.
Lisa had the voice of a drill sergeant, pulled Three by her hair, slapped her face and spit in her gaping mouth. Face-sitting, licking Lisa's pussy and ass, kissing her feet repeatedly.
"To wrap up the day you are in for some serious whipping Three,
50 Strokes
Applied with the bullwhip
Whole body
Genitals and ass figged
I will prepare you now for it. Have you ever been figged Three?
"No Mistress Lisa, I do not even know what this is."
"Figging is a sexual practice involving a peeled ginger root shaped like a butt plug being inserted into your vagina and your anus to cause pain and extreme horniness. I am advised to apply it also directly to your clitoris and the urethra. You are lucky that we do not use hot pepper the first time.
Off came the butt plug and the pussy padlocks, in came the ginger without any lubrication, the urethra and clitoris sticks fixed with tape.
Three moaned and writhed, while Lisa fixed bracelets and anklets where she would secure her to the whipping device.
The first part of her punishment would be given to her backside, so Lisa fixed Three with her face to the wall, then applied a ball gag to muzzle her cries.
Lisa was an athletic girl, who worked out in the gym, her blows came down on Three with full impact.
25 hard strokes that left their marks, Three fidgeted helplessly in the chains.
When Three was turned around she was sobbing and crying, but Lisa fixed her motionless with her back to the wall.
25 hard strokes to Three's breast, belly and thighs. Only her face was spared, the strokes even demolished the tape on her pussy and the ginger root fixed on her clit flew. Slap, slap, slap, businesslike without anger and mercy.
Three had never been whipped like this before, and almost fainted.
After the final blow, Lisa left the room without a word, leaving Three hanging in her chains and sobbing.
Estimate 10 minutes later two girls dressed as maids came, unshackled Three from the device and led her to a restroom. They freed her from the ginger invaders and sprayed something antiseptic on the bruises.
Three got some refreshments, she was allowed to pee, got her anal plug and the pussy padlocks fixed again and had to wait for her release. Her tears had dried, she felt lightheaded now and was in high spirits, like having achieved a marathon or a state exam.
Sometimes later Rita rushed in, cheek kissed Three and apologised for being late. Then she carefully inspected Three's bruises and murmured
"Well done, Lisa, great work"
Then she looked Three straight in the eyes: "Did you cum?"
