Pathways To Submission Laura Pt 04

Part 4: Canary Islands (2)

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Chapter 22: Mistress B

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While I wait for the next test of my total submission to the Dominas-Kongress... or DK... regime, I remind myself that before I left England, I agreed to everything that has happened to me so far. My earlier concerns have been replaced by an acceptance that Mistress Matilda went through the terms and conditions of my sixteen day 'holiday' in Tenerife several times before I left Foxglove Hall. Even the possibility of a change of venue was mentioned, although I was guilty of glossing over that possibility. I also recall the clause... which I ignored at the time... that said Mistress Hildebrand could assign her part of the agreement to another mistress. Which, of course, is precisely what she has done.

Above all, I was warned that these two weeks would thoroughly test my devotion to the life of a submissive slave. I was given the option of refusing, but I elected to come. I can't deny that my willingness to submit and obey has been vigorously tested... and I'm only on my second day here. I can easily see how any submissive who is less than totally committed to this lifestyle will choose to walk away from the regime. Only those truly dedicated to the strict regime are allowed to stay. Señorita Maria said that some slaves abandon the Dominas-Kongress rather than spend more time in Mistress Claudia's clutches. After being the cause of Mistress Claudia losing a high-stakes bet with Mistress Matilda, I feel as though I'm being targeted for extra harsh treatment. And yet, the whole pseudo-dungeon in which I'm imprisoned has a holiday feel to it. The sleeping accommodation is comfortable, if highly unusual, and I've no complaints about the food. The other slaves are friendly, and the Señoritas who handle our training are strict but not cruel.

My only lingering worry is the risk of becoming pregnant. Mistress Matilda promised that only women would be involved in my training as a sex slave. I now realise that her definition of training didn't include servicing clients wanting sex with me. Which is something I agreed to allow when I accepted the status of a sex slave. My previous client was dressed as a gimp in a leather hood, belt and trousers. Although he fucked me in my cunt, I was in full control and it was easy for me to withdraw before he could shoot his cum inside me. I realise that I may not be in the same position again. However, I wonder whether Mistress Claudia is playing mind games with me. The Dominas-Kongress has no room for pregnant slaves, and anyone who becomes pregnant is discharged. But it seems counter-productive to deliberately expose a slave to the risk of pregnancy given the difficulty in replacing anyone who leaves the regime. Of course, in my case, Mistress Claudia may simply be trying to get revenge on Mistress Matilda for the lost bet, and I'm the hapless pawn in their game. I wish I could get a message to Mistress Matilda and let her know what has happened.

My musing is brought to an abrupt end when the client I'm expecting arrives. I feel a brief... very brief... wave of relief when I realise my client is a woman. However that's the only positive about the mountain of a woman who enters the room. She looks capable of wrestling a grizzly bear and coming out on top. She speaks to me in a language I've never heard before.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I only speak English, and a little French and German," I reply to her initial words.

My confession doesn't seem to surprise the woman and she switches into halting English.

"Me Mistress Blagorodna, you Robinya," says the woman.

"No, Mistress. I'm Laura. Slave Laura."

"Idiot-sko momiche! Yes, idiot girl. You Robinya... means you Slave."

I'm off to a rocky start with Mistress B... I can neither remember nor pronounce her name. Guessing that I need to do something to salvage the situation, I sink to my knees, bow my head, and clasp my hands behind me.

"Sorry Mistress. Yes, I'm Robinya Laura. How may a please you?"

I discover over the next hour that there are many things I must do to please Mistress B. She has come equipped with a variety of toys which she puts to good use. Firstly she has me present myself in various submissive positions, including the ones Condesa has just taught me. Mistress B has a riding crop stored in her kit which she uses on my arse every time I make a mistake. It doesn't help that her pronunciation of the position names is sometimes difficult to understand. However, most errors are entirely my own fault. I'm expected to be able to adopt fifteen submissive positions, including the four positions I've been taught today. They're too new to me to be second nature, so I invariably make mistakes. A wallop on my arse from Mistress B's crop encourages me to do better.

At first my arse feels sore from the repeated strokes of the crop. However the pain soon eases into a pleasant warmth and I start to become aroused. I suspect arousing me is what Mistress B intends with this exercise. Satisfied that I'm suitably warmed up, Mistress B fastens a large rubber cock to herself. I feel a twinge of nerves when I see the size of the cock. It's every bit as large as the one Condesa used on me this morning. I don't think my cunt and arse have fully recovered from that experience.

Mistress B proceeds to fuck me in a series of positions that I've recently learned. My challenge is to respond in the way Condesa has taught me, so as to enhance the experience for Mistress B. According to Condesa, my duty as a sex slave trained to her expectations, is to never simply remain passive while I'm being fucked. That's something easier said than done. I'm reasonably fit and limber, but some actions are difficult to do while someone the size of a gorilla is pounding your innards.

Finally Mistress B's allotted time must be up. She collects her toys and removes the pair of linked clamps she had placed on my nipples earlier. I can't prevent a gasp at the stinging sensation once the clamps are removed. Mistress B seems to find my reaction amusing.

"You learn to like that. Next time I use more toys," says Mistress B as she walks towards the door and leaves.

I sit on the bed, easing my abused nipples until the pain eases to a light throb. Despite feeling as though I've been wrestling with a giant, my overall reaction to the session is positive. I achieved several orgasms and the warm glow from the riding crop on my arse is a pleasant memory. Was Mistress B pleased with my efforts? I can't be sure, but she hinted that she will come again while I'm here. Surely she would only do that if I pleased her. I can't explain why the opinion of Mistress B matters so much to me.

Condesa returns five minutes later. It must be late afternoon by now, but without any means of telling the time I could be mistaken. She checks my body for cuts and bruises. I will probably have a few small bruises in the morning, but I don't think Mistress B drew blood during her enthusiastic assault on my body.

"Another satisfactory performance, Slave Laura," says Condesa. "Mistress Blagorodna left me with a list of improvements to work on, and we shall attend to those in due course. Now, I suggest you return to your quarters and freshen up before the evening meal."

"Thank you, Condesa."

The chain is reattached to my collar, and the small device removed. I still don't know what the device does should I be wearing it outside of this room. Condesa is careful not to let me get a good look at the device. I return to my cell feeling reasonably happy with both my training this morning, and my performance with the two clients whom I serviced. Everything that has happened today has required me to submit to the wishes of others. Far from making me feel demeaned or humiliated, the whole experience has excited me.

I return to the dormitory cavern unaccompanied, which means that I'm not being confined to my cell. By now I have lost all sense of time other than it must be late afternoon or early evening. The evening meal could be anything from three hours to three minutes away. I find a fresh set of clothes on my bed, so I undress with the intention of taking a quick dip in the pool to refresh myself. Cassie is in her cell across the pool watching me. She signals for me to forego the wash and change immediately. It seems that it's much later than I thought. As soon as I'm ready, Cassie and I leave for the large alcove used as our dining room.

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Chapter 23: New Arrivals

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Tonight there are two additions to our group. The new arrivals are twin sisters aged in their early twenties, who seem bewildered by everything around them. We burst into conversation as soon as the Señoritas hand out our plates of food and depart. Just as I was the curiosity last night, the twins... Grace and Charity... are the ones bombarded with questions.

"We were tricked into coming here by our elder sister, Faith," complains Grace.

Charity says nothing as she looks nervously around the room. I can tell that Grace is putting on a brave face and being very careful about what she tells us. They are obviously scared and I sense that they are struggling to avoid sinking into a panic.

"The food here is excellent, and the sleeping quarters are comfortable," I say, trying to ease their alarm. "How long are you staying?"

"Until Faith collects us," replies Grace. "Hopefully that's early next week, but she was a little vague about an exact date."

"Which Señorita is looking after you?" I probe.

"The only one we've met so far is Señorita Juana," says Charity, finally entering the conversation. "She's the one who locked us in this slave collar and chain. I don't understand how you all keep so calm about it all."

"Don't get upset, Charity," says Grace. "This place is a little weird, but we are being looked after, and the others here seem okay with the treatment doled out by the staff. Let's show Faith that we aren't intimidated by her little games."

"Why would your sister trick you into coming here?" asks Cassie.

"It's her latest move to evict us from the family home," replies Grace. "When our father died three years ago, he left his entire estate to Faith. Charity and I only received a modest annual allowance, and the right to live in the family home. But once we move out, we forfeit that right of occupancy. Faith wants us to do that so she can sell the house once ma dies, which unfortunately could be any time soon. Our mother has been in poor health for years. Faith can't do anything blatant while ma is still alive, so she resorts to playing tricks on us while pretending sisterly generosity and love."

While I sympathise with Grace's and Charity's plight, my thoughts turn towards the whole set up here. Clearly not all of us enslaved in this pseudo-dungeon are connected with the Dominas-Kongress. Cassie appears to be a long term resident along with Fidel, Liesl and Sofia. Those four admit to being in Mistress Claudia's thrall. But some of the other 'slaves' must be like me; short term visitors. Mistress Claudia must run this place like a business where masters and mistresses can send their submissives for indoctrination and training. I recall that Señorita Maria said that Mistress Claudia specialised in transforming those she trains into docile and obedient slaves of their master or mistress. Quite how Grace and Charity fit into all that is a mystery, unless Faith is hoping to break her sisters' resistance.

At least I'm not clean up duty tonight, which falls to Grace and Charity. I return to my cell and take a belated bath. Cassie also enters the water. Although we aren't allowed to talk, she blatantly flirts with me. After my experiences today, I'm more than ready to respond in kind. I'm so aroused by the time we finish, that I remain naked when I slip under my duvet. I promptly proceed to frig myself into a delightful orgasm, which Fidel in the next cell watches we glee. After today's events, I'm past caring about such voyeurism.

I sleep soundly that night and only wake when I hear the others preparing for the day ahead. Yesterday, I was the first removed from the cells, but today I'm the last. Grace and Charity must have overcome their alarm, as they seem okay with the morning routine. Señorita Maria finally returns for me. She unlocks the block that must have been inserted on the rail to my cell after I went to sleep. Since none of us can go anywhere, I presume the blocks were simply to stop us cohabiting at night. I suspect Fidel would happily jump me if he got half a chance, and I'm not certain I would put up too much resistance.

The routine for the next three days is much the same. My mornings are spent with Condesa, learning and practising having sex in different positions, and ways to make the sex hotter. Afternoons are spent servicing Mistress Claudia's clients. Despite her threat to include men among the clients visiting me, so far the gimp is the only man I've been required to service. That's not to say the women who visit me are kind and gentle... far from it. Every one of them puts me through a gruelling regime of obedience and submission. However, despite the rough treatment, I find myself enjoying being here and look forward to the sessions.

By the fifth day of my stay at the Cavernas del Diablo... the Devil's Caverns... I feel settled into a manageable routine. Which I quickly discover is a mistake. Luring me into a false sense of comfort and then shattering my illusions, is part of the process of absorbing me into the regime of total obedience and submission.

Whereas Mistress Matilda makes a point of never calling me by a demeaning title, the submissives here are always called Slave so-and-so. Without realising it, I have accepted being referred to as such, and I've even started thinking of myself as one.

Señorita Juana is in charge of me on the fifth full day of my stay. Immediately after breakfast I'm taken to a small cavern I haven't seen before. Like most of the other caverns, the walls and roof are rough volcanic rock with only the floor smoothed so that those of us without shoes don't cut our feet. Set in the middle of the floor is a pillory made of iron and an array of manacles and other devices that look as though they come from a real dungeon.

"Mistress Matilda's dossier on you states that you are partial to being restrained, Slave Laura," says Señorita Juana. "Our task this morning is to test your boundaries to such treatment. The clients you will be servicing later will be wanting sex with you while you are helplessly bound. Whatever you may think of the regime here, we don't subject our slaves to treatment they don't enjoy... or at least tolerate."

The next few hours pass in a whirlwind of activity. I'm variously chained in different postures, hogtied, locked in the pillory, blindfolded, gagged, paddled with a tawse while bound, and subjected to breath play. As soon as Señorita Juana has me confined in a new position, she proceeds to fuck me with her strap on cock. It's a test of my acceptance of what is being done to me. Without being told, I know that to pass each test, I need to reach an orgasm. The fact that I come in a matter of seconds each time, only underscores what a perverted slut I must be. I'm too uncomfortable and sore from being repeatedly fucked to admit to enjoying the intense experience, but I feel some pride at being able to endure it all without using my safe-word or pleading for mercy. To most people, what is being done to me would be humiliating and degrading, but to me it hits all the right buttons that satisfy my desire to submit and obey.

My first client that afternoon is a middle-aged man who wears a mask and cape. I don't learn his name, so I mentally call him Zorro after the fictional character in a tv series I once watched. He produces several coils of rope, which he clearly intends to use on me.

"Have you ever experienced shibari, Slave Laura?" asks Zorro in accented English.

"No, master," I reply. "I know it is the art of Japanese rope bondage."

"Indeed it is. Do you consent to me binding you is the shibari style?"

"Yes, master," I reply, surprised that he has actually asked for my permission.

My consent is more than mere slave's subservience. My own urges push me into accepting the challenge.

"Very well. Remove you clothes. We shall try a standard box tie for your upper body and arms, and a Futomomo tie for you legs."

It takes over fifteen minutes before Zorro is satisfied with his work. By that time I'm helplessly bound with my tits framed by rope, my arms bound behind me, and the lower parts of my legs tightly bound to my thighs. The effect on both of us is plain to see. I'm on the verge of an orgasm and his cock is rock hard.

My lingering worry about an unwanted pregnancy is eased when he puts on a condom. Then he proceeds to fuck me into a mind-blowing orgasm... or three.

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Chapter 24: Day of Freedom

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My next client is a woman called Steph. She's a fan of blindfolds, gags and metal restraints. My inability to see reduces the pleasure I gain, but that doesn't stop me for achieving an orgasm each time she rams her rubber cock into my cunt or arse. It's a different experience from my time with Zorro, but I'm okay with that.

By now, Cassie, Sofia, Liesl and Fidel are like old friends. We only get to talk to each other over our evening meal, but I feel I know each of them fairly well. As permanent residents here, they spend their days doing real work, although their earnings are paid to Mistress Claudia. We all receive a salary from our respective mistress, and only our winnings from the Dominas-Kongress competitions are ours to keep as a bonus. Fidel works in a factory, Liesl and Sofia in a local supermarket, and Cassie at a local garage. That they voluntarily return to the Cavernas del Diablo at the end of their shift underscores how dedicated they are to the DK lifestyle.

Grace and Charity are still with us. Despite their earlier concerns and complaints, they seem happy with the experience doled out to them. Of course they are set free after breakfast each morning, so their return here in time for the evening meal suggests they aren't as horrified at the regime as they initially claimed.

The next morning, Cassie and I are the last to be taken from the dormitory. We are given our breakfast tray, which we take to a small chamber I've not visited before. Señorita Maria leaves us while we eat our meal. When she returns, I discover she is carrying Cassie's and my own clothes and my shoulder bag.

"Change into your own clothes," says Señorita Maria. "Be ready to leave in five minutes."

Totally bewildered by what is happening, I simply do as I'm told. My clothes have been freshly laundered and a small tear in my blouse repaired. I check my bag. My passport, wallet, phone and personal items are all there. I check my phone, but there's no network signal in these caverns. I notice, however, that the battery has been recharged.

Still chained to the overhead rail, Cassie and I are taken along a passage to a large room. This room has a window to the outside, and I see daylight for the first time since leaving the airport. Señorita Maria has us get into the rear of the same van in which I arrived, swapping our chains for two shorter ones in the van. In effect, the process used when I arrived here is reversed. We set off in the van almost immediately. Cassie seems unperturbed by all this, so I assume this is how she leaves for work each morning. As much as I want to ask questions, I follow Cassie's lead and remain silent.

After a short ride the van stops and we are told to disembark. We are in a quiet yard at the back of some small buildings. Señorita Maria unlocks our collars and suddenly I'm free of any restraint. Despite wearing street clothes and shoes, I feel practically naked without my collar.