Lt. Jill's interrogation page 3

"Here we go again," Lt. Jill says to herself rising from her bed and placing her hands behind her back. Her jailers lock her wrist together and clasp a leash to a collar around her neck. He then leads her out on her after breakfast stroll from her cell to the interrogation room, and her new BFF. Mistress Thorne. It only takes 10 minutes for the guards to parade her naked through three corridors, across an open-air courtyard, and into the adjacent building, and up a flight of stairs to this steel door in front of her now
The guard punch's his code in and the door slide to the side, revealing to Jill the all too familiar dull gray room. A spreader bar suspended from the ceiling, and two chains anchored to the floor. The guards jostle Jill into place, releasing her hands from behind her back, only to have them tied above her head. The second guard is spreading Jill's legs and attaching the floor chains to the ankle cuffs. Once securely locked in place the guards leave the room. But not before the female guard says with condemnation, "have a nice day," as the door is sliding close.
Jill's training taught her to always survey her surroundings look for something of use, a means of escape or something that could be used as a weapon. But her scan provides the same findings as the last five days, nothing.  Jill looks over her head and testing her bonds silently praying they would break. Jill knows if her hands were free, she has the skills to twist a few necks and escape. She has no luck today. So, Jill looks down over her naked body, her only clothing is the two sets off cuffs and the collar around her neck. Jill's new friend Mistress Thorne cut her bra and panties off of her five days ago. Stripping away the last layer of dignity that had remained. Now Jill's beautiful muscular naked body is on display for everyone.
"Good morning pet. Did you have a good night? I sure did,” Mistress Thorne says entering the room. She is covered from head to toe in her dominatrix garb again. In one hand she is holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, which is providing a wonderful aroma to an otherwise stale room. In her other hand, she carries a tote bag which she sets on the table. Putting her coffee cup on the table next lets Mistress Thorne pull out the desk chair and sit down. Once comfortable, she opens a dossier that she brought with her.
Thorne reads for a few moments before she starts laughing, "it says here you headbutt one of the guards last night. Did you really head butt a guard?" Mistress Thorne asks still very much amuse. Jill looks defiantly at Thorne with a huge grin, but she says nothing. So, Thorne does, "it's too bad I have to punish you for it. But I can permit my guess to go around headbutting the hired help," Mistress Thorne jest. "But a head butt Jill? Dam girl, I just have to say, Bravo! The little prick probably had it coming too.  He’s darn lucky you didn't crush his balls with your knee, after all the teasing I've been putting your little pussy through," she praises.
Thorne read a little more before speaking again, "you certainly haven't been a disappointment, Jill. Five days of my edging regiment and you’re still going. Your male counterparts would have all broke three days ago. I have to say that your one tough bitch, Lt Jill.  It's a pity that I must keep torturing you, but that's what they pay me for, and, I, will break you. So, on today's schedule, we are going to start with more of the same. I am going to tease the shit out of you all day, and you're going to resist answering my questions. Sound fun to me, but later today I will be upping the ante," Mistress Thorne says patting he tote bag. " But that will wait for later. For now, take a break while I finish my coffee and admire your body, and consider how many whacks on the ass I will give you for your head-butting unruliness last night".
Still naked and in a standing spread-eagle position, Jill moans in disgust at the thought of being spanked on the ass. She was a college freshman the last time she got a spanking. She didn't like it then and she won't like it now. But the idiot deserved it, grabbing her labia as he did, and with her being so darn horny and sensitive as she is.
After five days of vibrating wands, butt plugs, and endless anal bead sessions. Not to forget that Mistress Thorne has also subjected her to ice cubes, itching powder and nipple clamps to name just a few of the fun things they have been doing. Jill needed a way to release her frustrations somehow, and with no chance of an orgasm. Jill gave the dumb-fuck what he deserved, and it felt great.
But facing a sixth day of teasing, and Mistress Thorne threatening something new. Jill doesn't know if she can continue to resist much longer. Especially with an orgasm, being dangled as a carrot in front of her.





Serving Mistress Alice Part 4 page 2




Rule number three. Mistress Scarlet is an extension to Master Thomas dominance. Mistress Scarlet is the female side of Master Thomas. An order From Mistress Scarlet is the same as receiving from Master Thomas. Obey the order, because Master Thomas never contradict any of Mistress Scarlet’s orders, an if need he will help enforce her orders on us slaves. 

Mistress Scarlet taught me a lot of things, starting with how to please a man, and a woman. She was the one who taught me how to use an enema kit to better prepare myself for anal penetration. How naive I was back in the beginning, I had this small vibrator, and I thought that it was all a girl could ever desire. It’s only because I became Mistress Scarlet’s slave and chose to obey her rules. That I have earned the right to be introduced to all the wonderous type of toys available to me. The dinky little vibrator that I figured was all a girl would need, somehow fails now to compare with all the different shapes, size and lengths now at my disposal. And yes, size really does matter.


But rule three had to be amended to reflect my slave, Allan's unique situation. The three of us, Mistress Scarlet, Master Thomas and I got together a few days back to edit the recording. What Allan’s brain is absorbing goes like this. Allan from this point forward you will be referred to as, slave. With that all being said the slave will understand that he belongs to both Mistress Scarlet and Master Thomas, and your main purpose is to please them. But, let it be known that Mistress Alice will be the slave’s primary trainer. This affords her all the right and privileges bestowed upon a Mistress.

From this time on the slave will without question obey every task or order given him by his Mistress. Failure to perform an order, a tribunal of Mistress Scarlet, Master Thomas, and Mistress Alice will decide on what kind of punishment is required based on the severity of the slave’s actions. Mistress Alice does have the authority to apply corrective discipline for minor slip-ups. On top of being Mistress Alice’s slave. You are now her living toy play with as she sees fit.

Being a living toy was such an amazing discovery for me. I remember the first time, Mistress Scarlet prepared me for Master, with the proper lingerie and all the attention to detail to my makeup. A doll on display for Master Thomas to play with is what Mistress Scarlet told me. It was during one of Master Thomas’s parties, that Mistress Scarlet positioned in the center of the room made up like a sex slave doll.

Before entering the room, Mistress Scarlet dropped me into a trance and programmed to serve drinks, among other things. I learned that evening, that in the right atmosphere, just about any perverted thing could be done to me without any extreme repercussions. Many hands touched me on my ass, my tits, and my pussy, while I served drinks to my master’s guess. The funniest thing that I recall though, is this balding middle-aged potbelly man drinking his cocktail and sticking his olives up my ass.

Now I have my own living slave to transform into the perfect fuck toy for our owner's next party. I only have a few months to train him before the annual summer pool party. It’s going to be so much fun. Tons of nearly naked people, displaying their sunbaked bodies. All the while my toy will have to serve them wearing nothing but a collar, a cock cage, and some suntan lotion. Plus, if we’re lucky there will be a silver-haired, middle-aged lady with a big ass, and saggy tits, drinking cocktails and trying to shove olives up my slave’s ass.

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Serving Mistress Alice part 4, page 1



The rules of the house seemed very simple and easy to learn, they’re less easy when you must live them every day. I remember the look Master Thomas gave me when he told me about the five rules. The raised eyebrow, and his piercing blue eyes, penetrating my soul. How naive I was when I said to him, “What, is that it? Only five”? But after a month of obeying them to the letter. Never questioning my master’s judgment and having to recite them several times a day to myself. I soon understood just how thankful I was that there are only five rules.

I have been with Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet for quite some time now, and I would never out-right disrespect, or disobey either one of them outright. But there are times that I will push the 5 rules to their limits. For these transgressions, Master Thomas will occasionally punish me. On the flip side of that coin, there are the times that I find the rules so daunting, that I have asked Master Thomas if he could hypnotize me. He could compel me to obey the rules. He won’t though, I remember him saying to me, “sorry slave, you’re not taking the easy route out. A slave will never learn how to serve their owners correctly if there is no risk of consequences for their actions. It wouldn’t be fair to either master or slave if an order were only followed because the slave was programmed to be a goody-two-shoes”. So, with no chance of an easy fix at being obedient by master hypnotizing me, I have put my continuous best effort into obeying whatever he and Mistress Scarlet tell me to do.

I recline back in a big leather chair and watch my new slave, as he stares blankly at the TV. He’s already captured by the hypnotic graphic, spiraling around on the screen. I can see that the programming is working because he has a fully erect cock standing at attention. Plus, his slave brain is absorbing and learning the rules, I see his lips moving as he silently repeats the five rules to himself. He looks like he is chanting some erotic mantra.

“Rule number one,” I hear coming from the speakers. “A slave is not permitted to speak, except to answer a direct statement from their owner or mistress. If there should be a direr reason for a slave to speak. He is to kneel directly in front of his owner or mistress with his head cast down. He may then beg his owner for permission to speak. He is only allowed to ask once, he will then remain on his knees with his head down, until his owner grants him permission to speak or dismisses him altogether. This action can only be done in complete privacy, with no one else present. If the slave is asked a question by one of the master’s or mistress’s friends. He will have to wait for permission from his owner before responding”.

Next, I hear chiming out, “Rule number two: Master and Mistress has discretion as to who their slaves will serve and obey. The slave’s obedience is mandatory and without an option, to this assigned person, the slave will respect this person as though they are his Master, or Mistress, and will carry out their commands as though he received them from master or mistress”.

I was shocked the first time I was told that I will be an escort for one of master’s friend. Master Thomas had warned me before I agreed to be his slave, that there was the possibility of being used for sexual purposes, by him and his friends. So, after almost a year of being trained by my owners, and only used by them. I was surprised and somewhat hurt when Master Thomas informed me that I will be at the disposal of one of his friend’s. I would be with his friend for an entire weekend. At first, I was repulsed at the notion of being used by a stranger. Will master make me be his friends’ slave too, will I be required to have sex with him. All master Thomas said was that I will be his friend’s escort.

Then the unimaginable happened. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I would get. Often when I was alone, I would strip, lay back on my back and rub my clit. I would bring myself to the brink of orgasm so many times, that when the day came, I was so fucking horny, that I couldn’t wait to get going. Now I know that a woman should feel miserable and pathetic while being abused and used. But I tell you though, the more I obeyed my customers, (Master neglect to mention there would two men), the more I noticed this special kind of power, and pleasure, I was having by pleasing and obeying complete strangers. It's not easy to explain. All I can say is that it felt great and that I couldn’t wait until the next time that one of my master’s friends needed an escort.

It’s funny now, that I am thinking back to one of the first meetings I had with Master Thomas. It was then, that I came aware of the fact that I wanted to be someone’s submissive. The idea of being a sex slave has been with me since I was a young teenage girl in puberty. I would dream of submission, having rope circling my arms and legs, binding me in place, as I am being used by my master. I would lay on my bed rubbing my chest and squeezing my nipples. While I rubbed furiously at my clit. It was during one of these erotic fantasies of being bound, gagged, clamped and used by my master, that I had my first orgasm.

It exploded from my body, sending pleasurable sensations into places on my body that I didn’t even know exist. I don’t know how long I laid there on my bed, squirming and moaning into my pillow so I wouldn’t wake my parents. On that night I was dreaming about a dominant Master being in complete control of me, my body and my mind...

To be continued next week: