A Taste of Slavery Ch. 36

"Did you know your slave was a switch, Scott?"

"Not at the time this occurred, Michelle. It's become obvious since."

"How so?"

Master explained what I'd done with Janet and how I'd brought her along until she was ready to accept Chen's collar.

Mistress Dark looked at me again. "A submissive to men and dominant to women," she mused.

"Except to Lisa, Mistress. I can't do the same to her. But I do like dominating other women. I'd especially like doing it to Master's old girlfriend, Zoe and any other slave he had sex with. I'd love having them under my heel."

"You're not to attempt this with any other owners slaves, particularly Zoe," Master said. "She's been too good to us and I don't want you to suffer more punishments from other owners."

"Yes, Master."

"Zoe is another slave?" Mistress asked.

"Another one of Brianna's," Master muttered, looking quite harshly at me.

"Well, you told me as I requested. I'll reduce the punishment by half," Mistress Dark said.

"Mistress, if I may be so bold, your slaves didn't want to do this. It became easier for me because they were frightened of losing you as their Mistress. They deeply care for you. I'm totally responsible and would like to accept their punishment as well. If you feel Lisa is deserving of punishment, I'll accept hers as well. I don't want anyone else punished for my transgressions."

"You'll take twenty strokes with the cane to spare them any?"

"Yes, Mistress Dark, I would."

"You only say this because you've never experienced the cane."

"Nevertheless, I was most responsible and I don't want others to suffer because of me."

"No, Mistress," Lisa shouted. "I'll take the other half. I was complicit. Don't give Julia twenty. I'll take ten. We're in this together; always sister slaves."

"This is quite the conundrum, Scott. What do you think I should do?"

"I think Lisa is less complicit than Julia, but I hate to think of Julia caned twenty times. If Lisa wants to accept half, let her."

"And let my slaves get off with nothing. That doesn't work for me, even if they were manipulated by a master manipulator. You three slaves in training. I want you to pay attention to my decision. You'll also witness the punishments that transpire. I want you to take note of the honesty of this slave and her courage in wishing to take all the punishments upon herself. I found it refreshing. Here's my decision. Two strokes of the cane to both of my own slaves, plus the Slave Trainer for 24 hours. Eight each to Lisa and Julia, half tonight, half tomorrow morning. I'll split the punishment in two for their courage. All four to be strung up for the night. Julia gets the Slave Trainer for 24 hours as well, plus serves as my slave from eight tomorrow morning until eight the following morning. Lisa only need wear a Slave Trainer tonight between the time of her first caning to her second as I consider her less complicit. Have you anything further to add, Scott?"

"Yes. Since their actions have deprived me of the services of both my slaves for the night, I will administer further punishment as well when I deem it appropriate."

"May I ask a favor of you, Lucia?" I asked.

"What favor would you ask of me, Julia?" Lucia said.

"Since Master will be bereft of a slave tonight, could I ask you to provide what comfort you can. I don't ask that you fuck him, but to be a warm naked body to sleep with would be nice."

"I can do this for you."

"Thank you, Lucia."

We ate the rest of the meal, then waited while the slaves in training cleaned up everything. Since they were going to witness the punishment, they had to be there. The rest of the slaves nervously fidgeted while we waited except for Lucia, the only one of the permanent slaves not to be punished. Lisa put her arm around me and we kissed, then leaned against one another.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "This is all my fault."

"Master is right. Don't do it again."

"I won't."

When all was done, Mistress Dark led us all into the dungeon. First, all slaves were fitted with with an arm harness which confined our arms straight behind our backs. Then, our legs were fitted with spreader bars which kept us from closing our legs. I felt myself becoming aroused already from being confined thus. Each of us was given a ball gag. I imagined it was to keep our screams to a minimum as we were caned. Then Mistress Dark attached our arm sleeves to a rope descending from the ceiling. As she pulled on the rope, our bodies were forced forward as our arms were straight behind our backs and couldn't bend, exerting torsion on our arms and shoulders. Our buttocks were well exposed for the caning. With our legs spread, I hoped it meant Mistress would not apply the cane to our cunts, which were also well exposed, and mine was now dripping. We were in a rough circle, facing each other and able to see the effect of the caning on each other.

Mistress Dark then fitted each of us with a Slave Trainer. It looked different than Master's, the cock piece entering our pussies longer and thicker for one. I couldn't speak for the others, but she had no trouble sliding it into my cunt.

"Scott, this is a new version of Slave Trainer which can be used and charged while plugged into a permanent power supply," Mistress Dark said, plugging each of them into a floor outlet. "This way, it can run constantly without having to be recharged. We can leave it on all night without having to swap it out or recharge it."

Fuck. We were screwed. At least with the other variety, there was a break in use for one or the other. There would be no breaks for us. I was the last plugged in and turned on. Mistress Dark caressed my cheek.

"The battery lasts longer when it's used in portable mode," she continued, "about four hours, but it still recharges in roughly thirty minutes. It's a much improved device."

"I'll have to consider purchasing one for my own slaves," Master said.

Please, God, no. Don't buy one of these, Master. I could feel it, working away, bringing on an orgasm which I wouldn't be able to experience.

"There's another one very similar, but it has both vaginal and anal probes. Because it has both, it only lasts as long as the original model. I'm not using that one so you can fuck your slaves asses while they hang here. After their caning, we can remove the gags and you can use their mouth as well. This position forces their mouths down to waist level."

"Good to know," Master said.

"This position is called strappado. It was used in the times of the inquisition as torture, though it won't rise to that level for our purposes. Inquisitors would raise a person until their feet left the ground which would cause their shoulders to dislocate. We don't want that to happen. All night long, my two female slaves in training will release each of them once an hour for five minutes and rub their shoulders, then return them to this forced down position. We'll give your slaves the balance of their caning tomorrow morning before you depart for work so you may use them again before you leave."

Mistress Dark waited for awhile, allowing the Slave Trainers to raise our endorphin levels, though never to the level they'd be if we climaxed, then started the caning in the order our Slave Trainers went in. Slut first, then Rose, Lisa, and lastly myself. Mistress Dark picked out her instrument of pain from the many available to her. When the cane came down on Slut's bottom, she jumped forward, howling behind her gag. She was allowed to settle some, then down it came, with the same result. Slut had tears in her eyes.

Next came Rose, her slim body jumping as the cane dropped. Tears, muffled screams. Mistress Dark stroking her damaged flanks, then the second. I did this to them. I was responsible. She moved to Lisa, my sister slave. Crack. Dancing, as much as her position allowed. Crying, her strangled cries smothered by her gag. The second one. I'm so sorry, Lisa. The third, less of a jump, the fourth, barely a flinch. Had she passed out from the pain? No, she moved as it ended, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. My turn. Mistress Dark disappeared behind me.

Burning pain, a stifled scream, dancing as the others had, leaning forward against my rope as if to escape. Mistress Dark's hand on my bum, stroking it, then lifting and the second. More pain. Leaping. I felt myself drifting into subspace. The heat, the burning; spreading, not confined to the area I'd been struck, feeling it go to my cunt, to my breasts, my nipples hardening. The third one not as bad. The fourth, an insect bite, drifting, dreaming.

Master inserting himself in my bottom, sliding into my rectum, being fucked. I orgasmed, Slave Trainer be damned, moaning, driving myself back onto his cock, my eyes closed. Fuck me. His abdomen smacking against my buttocks, little shards of pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock in my ass. I orgasmed again. Master leaving me, finding Lisa, spearing into her. Her moans of pleasure, deeper, more guttural, than her previous squeals of pain. Master's grunts as he fucked her.

Mistress Dark, rubbing some balm or ointment on Slut's rear, more squeals as the hand drifted over her bottom. Moving to Rose, doing the same. Master still fucking Lisa. Mistress Dark whispering in my ear.

"This ointment will keep your ass from scarring where the skin might have been torn by the cane. However, before it begins to relieve the pain, it stings, almost as bad as the cane itself. But in a couple minutes, it will feel better."

She spread it over my flanks, the pain sharp and fiery, particularly where the cane struck, then slowly easing, the pain breaking up, sliding away. Lisa, cumming again. Her moans as familiar as my own. Master returning to me, fucking into my ass again, thrusting hard and fast. I was cumming again, drifting, floating. I felt him release in my bottom, his cock throbbing inside me, his cream filling me. Finally, his prick shrinking, pulling out, leaving me empty, save for the Slave Trainer, dormant for now as I'd cum for my Master.

Our gags finally removed, gasping, sucking in air. Lucia kissing my cheek.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

I nodded, unable to speak. Going to Lisa, asking her the same question, receiving a quiet 'yes', barely audible to me. I still had blood rushing through my ears, the result of adrenaline, endorphins, whatever; the world muted, subdued.

Master kissing me as well, stroking my cheek, ruffling my hair, brushing a strand back behind my ear. "Please don't do anything to be punished like this again."

My head shaking, 'no', still too overwhelmed to speak. He did the same to Lisa and then he took Lucia's hand and he left.

I heard Mistress Dark giving instructions to the new girl slaves for our care. We were to be given water upon request, released to use the toilet, the rope to be eased hourly with the first time defined to start in forty minutes, by which I assumed we'd been confined for twenty already. Our shoulders to be massaged and rubbed when they eased the ropes. Then she caged the male so he couldn't pester any of us in regard for Master's feelings about men fucking us again. The girls were given more latitude, but strictly forbidden to let us cum, or they'd find themselves in the same position as she would know if we climaxed by the app on her phone. She told them they could dim the lights to allow us what rest we could, though our position made it next to impossible.

They did dim the lights and we hung in near darkness.

"Is everyone okay?" I asked. "I'm sorry."

"I'm okay," Rose said, opposite me. "Two wasn't so bad. Thank you for volunteering to take them all for us."

"It was my fault," I replied. "They were mine to have."

"We both knew better," Rose said. "It shouldn't have been so easy for you to dominate us. You didn't force us to serve you. We more or less volunteered."

"Master said I understand slave psychology," I replied. "It's because I understand myself so well and my need to serve."

"At least I no longer need concern myself with sneaking my masturbating," Slut said. "I should have know Mistress knew what I was doing. She was right. I should be punished for thinking her naive or ignorant."

"Lisa, are you okay? You haven't said anything yet."

"Just processing," she responded. "I orgasmed when Mistress Dark struck me the fourth time."

"I thought you passed out," I said. "You barely moved."

"Just cumming. It surprised me. I went into subspace so quickly once it started. I felt warm all over and boom, I was cumming."

"Me too," I said, "though it wasn't until Master started fucking me. I orgasmed, as soon as his cock slid inside, I was done."

"You're lucky you could cum," Slut said. "We won't be able to cum until these damned things come off."

"Has your Mistress used these on you before?" Lisa asked.

"No, she just got them," Rose responded. "It used to be we at least had a little break for recharging or switching out. I used to look forward to the breaks. Now, pffft. No relief."

She was right. No relief. It would buzz and tingle, we'd get close to cumming; then it shut off. As soon as we'd settled enough, it would start again. In short order, all three of us had fluids running down their legs. No cum, not allowed by the equipment, just lubrication of horny slaves craving relief.

The two slaves came and gave us our break, releasing two at a time, rubbing our shoulders, upper back and upper arms, then stringing us up again. When the taller of the two girls did me, she whispered to me how brave she found me and licked and sucked my nipples for a few moments. Not enough to make me cum with the vibrations going on in my cunt and on my clit, but oh so close. I guessed her to be lesbian or bisexual going to a Mistress. The other one I wasn't sure of. She didn't fondle any of us, but perhaps she was afraid someone would cum and she'd pay for it.

The second time we were relieved, I asked for some water after the shorter girl massaged my shoulders and arms. I was given a glass with a straw in it and allowed to drink as much as I wanted. I thought I might increase the number of times I would be released by having to pee, but it's like pissing restarted my clock and when the others received their relief, I was left alone until my new hour expired. The only advantage was the Slave Trainer needed to be removed to use the toilet, but that didn't last long. From then on, I was on a different clock than the rest. The same happened to the others. If they used the bathroom, they were on a new clock. The slaves were going to be up regardless. It made no difference to them if we were on the same schedule.

The night was interminable. We couldn't really sleep, the position too uncomfortable, though I suspected we all dozed for brief moments, before the pressure on our arms became too much and we snapped awake.

At five-thirty, Mistress Dark, Master and Lucia came down again. Lisa and Rose were left in position as Lisa and I received the balance of our punishment. Both of us climaxed despite the Slave Trainers, kept on edge all night and on a hair trigger. Mistress rubbed us with the ointment again; fiery burning with eventual relief. Master didn't fuck our asses this time, but used our mouths after our gags were removed. He climaxed in Lisa's mouth and we couldn't share it due to our positions, so she got it all. I was allowed to clean him after. Master went to work, saying he'd see us later.

We were finally released from our strappado, the slaves rubbing our necks, shoulders, arms and upper backs for fifteen minutes each. The Slave Trainers were unplugged, but were fully charged, so no help there. We were allowed to take a quick shower, five minutes only, for cleaning the cum off our legs, Mistress Dark calling out the time. The Slave Trainers went straight back in except for Lisa, who was now done with it. Lucky girl. We were all sent to the kitchen, allowed to prepare our own breakfast and clean up after. At eight o'clock, Lisa and Lucia went to the garage to work on the bed. Slut and Rose were told to go with them to help as I belonged to Mistress for the next twenty-four hours. Rose would start preparing lunch at 11:30 to be served at noon.

She snapped a leash on my collar and the first thing I had to do was orally satisfy her to orgasm three times.

"You're not to clean your face off once today," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

Of course, with the Slave Trainer in, my cunt and legs were soon inundated with my juices again. So my face and legs were essentially wet all day long. If any distance she had to travel was short, I had to crawl behind her. If it was more than across the room, I was allowed to stand. She did not want to return me to Master damaged in any way. For the rest of the day, she worked training the new slaves with only a break for lunch when we all ate together.

At one point, I could see my ass in one of the mirrors in her dungeon. Eight red streaks graced my buttocks, four older, four fresher. My ass was still tender to the touch, but as I had few opportunities to sit down, it made little difference.

As expected, the taller girl was going to a Mistress. The shorter one was going to be shared by a couple, however. The male was going to another Mistress. If the girl slaves did anything which merited praise or reward, I was made to reward them. The layers of cum on my face grew deeper and wider as the day progressed. The boy was rewarded with one of the other two and it meant nothing. Despite being lesbian, she had to learn to accept his cock in all three holes. Of course, any time Mistress wanted relief, which was often, I was her chosen release valve.

The male slave was also treated as a toy. He might have to lick one of the women while he was pegged in the ass by the other. If he lost concentration while he was fucked or cumming, he was punished. He frequently wore a cock cage during the day, being released only for specific purposes such as fucking one of the others. He had been working with Mistress for a few days and pretty much had the ability to get an erection on command as Ron had. There might not be cum in his balls, but it was no reason for him not to get hard.

I, of course was not allowed to cum. The others occasionally could, with Mistress Dark's permission, which was not easily given, usually as a reward. Shortly before lunch, the battery in my Slave Trainer finally died, but Mistress had a new one charged and it went right in. I had to clean the old one and I'd never seen something so thick with my lubrication before. Almost twelve hours of constant use. Rose and Slut also needed to have theirs replaced at roughly the same time and they were Johnny on the Spot to get it switched out, unwilling to risk further punishment, even Slut. Apparently, being punished for not complying with your previous punishment was dealt with harshly. I received a freshly charged one again after 3:30, when the next one died. I was dying, but not my Slave Trainers. Never in my whole life had I wanted to cum so badly, wearing one with almost no relief since 7:30 last night.

The new slaves were frequently punished as well, for the tiniest infraction. The male slave would get his cock whipped if he didn't get hard when told to do so. It didn't happen often. Mistress usually administered the punishments. Only once, was I told to punish the tall lesbian girl. I think she wanted to witness my Dominant side, though as soon as I finished, I was on my knees licking her cunt again. She didn't want me getting too big for my britches.

To ensure the male was an adequate pussy pleaser, he had to lick MD's cunt several times. She wouldn't trust a slave to tell her he was doing well. We were just happy to cum. While he licked her, she had me demonstrate the type of thing I'd done to Slut and Rose to turn them into my pets. I had to switch gears and get out of my slave mentality and think of what would arouse Mistress Dark. Telling her what a slave she was wouldn't do it. I thought of everything I knew about her, every whisper of conversation and realized what she'd want to hear.