Kurt was lighting a cigarette by the newsstand when he spotted her. She was crossing the street, coming toward him, her hips unconsciously moving seductively. She looked very self-confident, very much in control of herself. She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse, tucked into her proper light gray skirt, and had her light-weight yellow jacket slung over her briefcase. She carried a summer straw hat with a white lace ribbon, as he had instructed. Although small, her arms looked muscular, as though she regularly worked out at the gym. His gaze traveled down her body to her legs, which were well shaped, and also had that firm, toned look to them.

So this was Jana. He had wondered what she looked like in person. She was very attractive, very composed. Slender, mid-height, auburn hair down to her shoulders, soft brown eyes. They had spoken on the phone several times, but had not met until now, when she was sure of what she wanted and he was sure that he could provide it. Jana had some exposure to light D/s, but she wanted to experience complete submission. She wanted to live the lifestyle 24 by 7; she wanted an intense experience even if only for a few weeks. Did she really know what she was asking for? Or did she think this was all some sort of game. Kurt took this lifestyle very seriously. He was not a professional trainer, but had done work in that area. He saw himself more as a provider of fantasy fulfillment. They had reviewed checklists time and time again, and Kurt was not really surprised at some of the scenes she wanted to experience. But did she know what she was asking for? He had asked her to see a doctor who was known for his work within the D/s community, and she had willingly obtained the medical report stating that she was physically and emotionally fit for this experience.

Jana entered the restaurant, spoke to the maitre'd and was seated in a private alcove of the exclusive Scheherazade. Kurt followed her in, tipped the maitre'd handsomely, and approached Jana.

He bowed, then lifted her chin and gazed meaningfully into her eyes. "Jana, you are beautiful." He uttered softly.

Jana blushed prettily, and smiled up at him. She had not expected someone so sensually handsome and gallant. She had been nervous about the meeting, and was starting to think that she had made a mistake in agreeing to meet. But she needed to let some excitement into her life following the end of her predictable relationship with Ted, and it looked as though this was a way for her to finally experience her fantasies. Her cousin, Elizabeth, had arranged contact with Kurt. Elizabeth was very active in the D/s community, and Jana trusted her judgement. Jana's telephone conversations with Kurt had been reassuring. He had spoken about safety, trust, limits, safewords, and agreements. If she made sure that he understood what she was looking for, this promised to be all that she had hoped for.

The evening went exceptionally well, and Jana felt that Kurt fully understood her needs. They agreed to meet again tomorrow night to sign a "contract", and set things in motion. Jana was to be his slave for two months. She would request a leave of absence from work, and tell her friends and relatives that she was going away on business until the middle of September. She smiled to herself...and this was business...her business, and no one else's!

Kurt had arranged for his car to take Jana home. The more Jana thought about their meeting, the more convinced she became that she was making the right decision in moving forward with Kurt. She may never get this opportunity again. Kurt was independently wealthy, and had the leisure to spend the next two months with her, providing her with the experience she craved. What he received in return was material for his writing, works of both fiction and non-fiction, based upon what they would experience together. His credentials were solid, and he was well known in the D/s community.

Kurt reviewed the contract that he had drawn up for Jana to sign. She had specifically asked him to put in a clause that provided him with the authority to expand upon his role as Master and hers as slave. He in turn had taken advantage of her request, wording the contract so that he could modify the agreement in order to maintain his commitment to their Master/slave relationship. Jana wanted to be made to feel as though she had no choices, that she was totally at his disposal . She felt that otherwise the experience would not be real. She trusted him to ensure her ultimate well being, regardless of what temporary discomfort he would put her through. Well, he would give her what she wanted. And she agreed that it would be at his terms. She was coming into this with her full consent. He was meeting Jana at her apartment to finish the legal paperwork, and to instruct her how to prepare for her enslavement. Jana had not been to his home, and he preferred that she first see it as his slave.

The paperwork was signed, and Kurt gave her his instructions. She was to be waiting at an outside table at Davio's at 4:00 PM the next day. He did not order her to wear any particular clothing, but he was clear that she was to bring with her only what she was wearing at the time. She was to order a mineral water, and then sit waiting with her hands folded in her lap, her head and eyes downcast. This would mark the beginning of her enslavement. Someone would come for her, he said, and it would probably not be him.

Jana did as instructed and sat waiting in the July afternoon heat. 4:00 came and went, and no one approached her. An hour went by, and Jana was beginning to grow impatient. She would wait another half an hour, she decided, and then call the whole thing off. The wait in the heat made her thirsty, so she ordered another mineral water.

She was raising the glass to her mouth when a hand grasped her wrist, and a rough voice whispered in her ear, "Did your Master give you permission to order another drink?"

A thrill went through Jana's spine as she realized the game had started. "I was thirsty, and you're late." She said, a bit impatiently.

"The Master will deal with this attitude when you arrive," the man said. "You are to come with me, NOW!"

Jana realized by his angry response that she probably should have been at least a little apologetic. She let herself be led down the street to the waiting car.

Jana sat back against the soft leather seat, and looked around. The car was actually a limousine. The back of the car could sit six people comfortably. There was a well-stocked bar, and the glasses were crystal. A magazine rack held today's NY Times, the Wall St. Journal and various business periodicals. The windows were darkly tinted. She knew that although she could see out, no one could see in. There was a partition between the driver's seat and the back seat, and there was a small speaker under the window, which she imagined was used to communicate with the driver. Jana noticed that there were no door handles or visible locks on the doors. For a moment she wondered if she should be concerned about that. The absence of handles and locks made her a prisoner in the back of the car, but this must all be part of the effects intended to make her feel that way.

The driver spoke to her just then, giving her the Master's orders. "Undress. Remove everything. Fold your clothes, and hand me your things when I open the partition."

Jana did so immediately.

"Sit with your legs apart, your hands clasped behind your head, and do not move, or you will be given even more punishment when you arrive."

She experienced a moment of fear, but then she relaxed into the arousal she felt at those words. What a delicious fantasy, she thought.

The ride was longer than she expected, and Jana's arms were beginning to get tired. Who was she holding them up for anyway? Kurt, her soon-to-be-Master, wasn't there, and he was the only one she thought she had to obey in this game. Her arms went down, and she sighed in comfort. The car stopped once, for gas, and she enjoyed knowing that she was sitting in the back seat, completely naked, with people outside unaware of her state.

Jana guessed that they had been driving for about four hours, since it was past twilight and dark out. For the last half-hour or so they had been driving along a narrow dirt road, not a house in sight. They came to a fence, and Jana noticed that it opened by remote control, and that it was electrified. A second fence was not electrified, but it was topped with spirals of barbed wire. The last fence was ornate, but still served it's purpose in keeping people out - or in - since it was high, and each vertical iron rod came to a very sharp point. The security was much more than Jana was comfortable with, and again her stomach tightened in fear. Why did he need so much security?

Jana caught a glimpse of the house - no, it was mansion - as the car turned into the driveway. It was spectacular - large and gothic. The car came to a stop, and immediately the door was opened and hands reached in to pull her out. The hold on her arms was like iron, and firm enough to hurt. Her arms were pulled back, and she felt cold steel close around her wrists. . At the same time, a black silk scarf was tied around her eyes. Rough hands pushed her forward down a hallway, then she was stopped. Someone was unlocking her handcuffs, but the two men on either side were still firmly holding her. Her arms were pulled upward, and she felt leather go around her wrists and heard locks being closed on them. Her arms were pulled upward even more, this time by whatever was around her wrists. She felt herself stretch, and went up on her toes so that she could keep contact with the floor. It was uncomfortable. The reality of being in this position was not what she expected. The D/s she had experienced before had never involved that much discomfort.

"OK, I can take this." Jana thought to herself. In fact, being in such a vulnerable position was arousing, and she felt herself get wet.

"Where's Kurt?" she asked the men. "I thought he'd be here to meet me when I arrived."

Jana was shocked by the response. She felt an intense stinging sensation across the backs of her thighs, and a voice commanded her to keep silent. Jana was too stunned to do anything other than what the voice commanded her to do. She had not expected such sharp pain. Oh, she knew she was going to be whipped, fucked, and disciplined, but although she wanted an intense experience, she hadn't expected to be hit this hard. This man didn't know his own strength.

Jana heard footsteps recede and a door close, and realized she was alone in the room. After a while, her arms began to hurt, and she raised herself on her toes as much as she could to give them some relief. After a few minutes, she let her wrists carry her weight again. She kept on shifting between standing on her toes, and letting her wrists keep her up. She felt she had been suspended there for a very long time, and her arms and legs ached. She didn't know how long it had been since she had been brought to the room, but judging from the pain in her arms, it must have been a few hours. More time went by, and she became so used to the pain that she almost didn't notice it. But it always came again, in waves. Pain, and then numbness. Pain and numbness again. This was not at all what she had expected. Maybe this was a very bad idea. Well, when she saw Kurt she would tell him that she was reconsidering and was thinking about forgetting about the whole thing.

After what seemed like hours upon hours, Jana heard the door open and someone walked into the room.

"Kurt?" she asked. There was no response. "Listen, I want to see Kurt." She demanded. Again, no response.

She felt the person draw near, and remove her earrings, pendant, rings, watch and bracelet. Jana's breath caught in her throat. Unexpectedly, Jana heard a loud crack and immediately felt the sting of a leather strap against her bottom.

"I am very disappointed in you, Jana." She heard Kurt say, and felt another blow against her bottom.

"Kurt, listen, I want this to stop." She demanded. "Emerald!" she gave the safeword.

Kurt ignored the safeword, and gave her three quick blows in succession, all on the same spot, and she felt her bottom burning.

"You speak to me only with my permission, Jana" he said, "And I haven't given it to you."

"Kurt, I changed my mind. I...I thought this would be different. I'm calling this off. Let me go right now!" she demanded.

Kurt sighed, and said "Such a disobedient slave, and so disrespectful to her Master. I have a lot to teach you, Jana."

He felt her cunt, which was wet with her juices. In spite of her words, she liked this. Well, she said she wanted no choices, and very clearly articulated that she wanted to be forced. He was giving her what she asked for. Still...The strap came down across her bottom again and again, the pain becoming more intense with each blow. Jana couldn't catch her breath to speak, and was only able to squirm and scream as he kept on beating her.

Finally, Kurt stopped and she felt his hands caress the side of her face, and brush her hair back gently. She was sobbing, trying to catch her breath.

Kurt spoke. "If you say another word, Jana, I will beat you again, only twice as long. Do you understand?" Jana was unable to reply. "Jana, do you understand?

Jana was frightened of what Kurt would do if she didn't acknowledge his question, so she nodded yes.

"Good," he said. "Nod your head yes or no in response to my questions. If you don't respond immediately, you'll feel the whip again. Did I instruct you to order a mineral water at Davio's and then to sit and wait?" he asked. Jana nodded yes. "Did I instruct you to order another one?"

Jana's sobs had subsided some, and she started to explain, "I was thirst..."

Crack, went the whip. And then twice more. She managed to not cry out, and remained silent.

"Did I instruct you to order another one?" She shook her head no. "Then you disobeyed me when you did, is that right, Jana?"

Should she say yes or no, she thought. She feared that either answer would result in more pain. She guessed that he wanted her to acknowledge that she had disobeyed him. She nodded her head yes.

"I do not tolerate disobedience," he said calmly. "Make no mistake, you will be punished."

"In the car, were you instructed to remove everything and then sit with your hands behind your head, Jana?"

"Yes, but not by you." She said softly.

"Silence!" he said, and again, the whip came down across her bottom, five hard hits. "Jana, were you instructed to remove everything and then sit with your hands behind your head?" She nodded yes. "Yet you did not remove your jewelry," Kurt stated. "And you put your arms down without permission. Is that right?" Jana nodded again quickly, afraid to antagonize him.

She intuitively knew that he would follow their contract explicitly, and for the next two months, she was his, like it or not.

"Now to deal with your insolence, Jana. How dare you demand I let you go? How dare you demand anything of me?" Kurt did not wait for her reply, but brought the whip against her already reddened bottom over and over again, until she screamed in pain, and begged him to stop.

She was now very much afraid, how far did he intend to push her? The pain was intense, yet her body was betraying her, because she pictured Kurt's strong arm wielding the whip against her naked bottom, and the image aroused her.

"Listen to me now, Jana, and listen very carefully. This is NOT a game. You willingly signed a contract giving yourself to me, and giving me permission to do what I felt was necessary to train you to be a submissive slave. This is what you wanted."

Jana dared to talk again. "Yes, but I was to decide the limits of what we did, and we have a safeword. I gave you the safeword!" she gasped.

Again, a shower of blows landed across her bottom. Her bottom was very sore, and the blow upon blow on her sensitive behind was very, very painful. Jana bit her lower lip, and tears started down her face.

"Jana, you also gave me authority to modify the rules if I felt that the Master/slave relationship was in jeopardy. Your immediate and continued disobedience from the very start says to me that we have a problem here, and since I committed to you that I would make you submissive, I feel I must change the rule about limits and safewords. Jana, I and only I, will decide what your limits are. Our safeword no longer has any meaning."

Jana opened her lips to speak. " Sshh," Kurt said, putting a finger to her lips, and continuing softly, "Don't say another word, Jana. I don't want to punish you again. For as long as I deem necessary, you have no rights - no rights at all," he emphasized. "You do only what I allow you to do. For the next two months, you belong to me completely. You will exist only to please me."

Jana was crying openly now. "What did I get myself into?" she said to herself. "How do I get out of this? How can I escape? Will anyone come looking for me?"

Guessing her thoughts, Kurt continued, "Jana, you came into this willingly...more than willingly...eagerly. Do not look for rescue. You yourself took a two month leave of absence from work. You yourself told your friends and family that you were going away on business, and would be away for two months. No one will be looking for you. As for you escaping, don't put yourself in a position where I will have to do something extreme to punish you. You will not escape, and the attempt will be dealt with severely. I am sure you've noticed the security I have in place on my estate. I don't think you'll be able to get by it."

"Jana, I am going to teach you well. When I show you off, I want to be proud of what I've made out of you."

She shuddered at his words. Show her off? To be put on exhibit? Suddenly she began to feel the anger rise in her, and overwhelm the fear. He took advantage of her, she thought. She was so new to this, he knew that. They should have been more explicit when talking about what this would be like.

She shouted at him. "Damn you, you bastard! You asshole! You perverted son of a bitch! Let me go!"

As soon as the words were out, the anger dissipated and was replaced by fear. What had she done? She wanted to take the words back. What was he going to do to her for speaking those words?

Kurt was silent for a long time. Then he spoke his voice still soft. "Jana, you know you must be punished for that outburst. I want you to beg me for forgiveness, and I want you to beg me to punish you for being disrespectful to me. I will not stop beating you until you do so. Realize that so far I have been lenient with you since you are new to your position as slave. I will be lenient still with this beating, but this will not continue"."

"What you want or don't want has no importance whatsoever. Slaves have no rights. Jana, why do you insist on being so obstinate? You can be my slave willingly, as you came into this, or I'll beat you into it. As you requested, I would like to point out. Now, I don't want to hear any more about this being a game, about what you want or don't want, about what you agreed to. When I see fit, I will give you a copy of the contract you signed to review, so that you can see that I am giving you exactly what was agreed to."

Thus far, the blows that Kurt had applied were all on her bottom. Now, Kurt started to hit her on her thighs, back and front, and on her breasts as well. Over and over, the whip came down bruising her tender flesh. In spite of the pain, Jana did not want to give in, especially not to ask him for more punishment. But Kurt was not showing any signs of stopping, and she finally gasped out, "OK, please, forgive me! Punish me some more.

"The correct way to say it is, 'Please forgive me, Master.' And I want you to say what you need to be punished for." The whip kept coming down on her.

"Please forgive me, Master! Please punish me some more for being disrespectful to you."

Kurt paused the beating. "OK, Jana. I forgive you. And I will grant your request for more punishment. What do you think you deserve? Another ten?"

"No, Master, not ten. I can't take another ten!"

"Are you saying that being disrespectful to me is not significant enough to warrant at least ten strokes?" Crack, went the whip across her breasts, hitting her across both nipples. "Does it warrant twenty?"

What should she say, thought Jana? There was no answer that would spare her from more blows. She sensed that she should agree to twenty. "Yes, Master, twenty." Another blow, this time across the back of her legs.

"Don't you think, Jana, that perhaps it deserves even more? Hmm?"

She nodded her head, finding it hard to speak.

"How many more, Jana?" he asked.

"Another two, Master." She hoped that would satisfy him.

Crack! "Only another two?"

"No, Master, another five."

Crack! "Ten! Ten, Master!"

"Beg, Jana, beg me to give you thirty."

Jana shivered. Thirty! It would be impossible for her to endure it. And yet, she was afraid of what he would do if the didn't try to please him. "Please, Master, give me thirty. Please." She was sobbing and her whole body was trembling.

"OK, Jana, I will give you thirty. But you must count them out." Crack.

"One," she said.

"One, Master!" he reminded her how she should address him, and the whip came down again. "Now, we start the count over."

Crack! "One, Master!" Crack! "Two, Master!" Crack...

In spite of the pain, Jana became aroused. She realized that she wanted Kurt to take her, and her need to feel his hardness in her soft, wet dark cave was intoxicating. When the beating stopped, Jana was barely conscious, but she didn't know if it was from the beating or from her lust. She heard water being poured into a glass, and Kurt held the glass up to her lips. She drank thirstily.

"Thank me, Jana, Kurt instructed.

"Thank you, Master."

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for the water, Master."

Crack! "And for what else?" Jana tried to think what she should be thanking him for. The only thing he had done for her was to give her water. Crack! "For what else, Jana?"

"I...I don't know!" she stammered.

Crack! "You didn't say Master."

"I don't know, Master!" she was crying again. Why didn't he let her down and take her? When they were in her apartment discussing the agreement, there was nothing about this awful punishment. But then yes, she recalled, she agreed to being beaten by anything at any time for any reason. The only exception was the use of the more extreme whips which could cut her back. But she didn't think it would hurt this much.

Crack! "Think hard, Jana."

"Master, please, please...I really don't know, please!" she pleaded.

Crack! Jana screamed her pain. "What did we just finish?" he asked, his voice calm and patient.

"Beating me, Master." She said.

"For what?" he asked.

Jana tried to think, but the pain was making it difficult. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she couldn't remember what she had been forced to admit to.

Crack! "For what, Jana?" Crack! "I will keep beating you until you tell me for what."

"Please, no, Master!" Jana sobbed.

Crack! "For what, Jana!"

Jana tried to get her thoughts to push past the pain and need. "Master, for being disrespectful!" She remembered!

Crack! "So, thank me, Jana!"

"Master, thank you for beating me for being disrespectful to you."

"Good, good, Jana." Kurt finally stopped hitting her. Her whole body was throbbing with pain and arousal, and she couldn't stop sobbing. "For tonight, Jana, I am going to leave you here, as you are. "

"No!" she cried out. "No, I can't take this! Please, I'll die." No, no, no. He can't leave me like this for the whole night, suspended by my wrists, she thought. She had been in pain before he started the beating, and now the torment was unbearable. Her sexual desire for him left her immediately, pushed out by her fear.

He laughed. "I don't think you're going to die, Jana. This is nothing compared with what I am going to put you through during your training." Crack! "You spoke without my permission." Crack! "And you did not address me as Master." Crack!

"Master, please, I'm sorry. Please forgive me for talking without your permission, Master. Master, please, let me down, Master."

"Nicely said, Jana. You're catching on. But you are staying here. I'll see you in the morning."

The door shut, and she heard the sound of a bolt lock it. She waited, and although she was suddenly afraid of Kurt, she wanted him to come back, to fuck her, to not leave her here like this for so many hours. She wouldn't be able to stand it.

But there was nothing, nothing at all she could do about it. Never had she felt so vulnerable, so frightened, so completely under someone's control. She put her head against her arms, and continued crying softly. She had asked for this, but she hadn't known what she was asking for. She remembered all the warnings she had read about and ignored, about being careful in choosing a dominant, about setting up a check in with a friend. These were warnings she had ignored. Oh, she thought she was such a good judge of character, and that she could take care of herself. And now she was here, wherever that was. She didn't even know where she was! Helpless, completely vulnerable to whatever Kurt wanted to do to her.

Jana fell asleep. She didn't know how, but she was grateful. Each minute that she hung there, each minute that she felt the pain shooting up her arms and around her wrists, the pain all over her body from the whipping felt like an hour. She hoped that she had slept for a long time and that it was morning and that someone would come in to let her down. But then what, she thought? He had said that he was going to do worse things to her.

The hours dragged on as before, and Jana knew that however long she had slept, it hadn't been long enough. She wanted to let her mind go blank, to stop feeling this fear, to stop feeling the pain. But it didn't matter what she thought. The fear, the pain only got worse.

Jana was at the point where she was ready to scream just for the relief screaming would bring her when she heard the door open. She felt her wrists unbound and her arms lowered. The pain of bringing them down was more intense than the pain of keeping them up. She cried out, and went to rub her aching arms, but a pair of hands brought her wrists behind her back, and she felt restraints put on them again. The arms pushed her forward, and she was taken into a large, chill room. She knew the room was large by the echo of their footsteps. Her arms were unbound again, but this time they were stretched out horizontally, reaching up to the sides only slightly, and bound to something again. The same was done to her ankles, and there she was, stretched out, helpless. Her blindfold was removed, and she squinted at the sudden light, although the room was dim, and lit only by candles. She moved her head around, taking in her surroundings. She was in fact in a very large room, but one that was sparsely furnished. She first noticed the chains, hooks and rings that were fastened in various places in the room. There were black leather armchairs scattered about the room, some tables, and then some other furniture that she didn't recognize, but that made her feel very, very afraid. Although it was daylight, it was raining outside, and the heavy drapes at the windows added to the gloom in the candle lit room.

Someone behind her grasped her hair and pulled it tight into a ponytail. Something was being wrapped around it, and then she felt another sharp pull on her scalp as her hair was fastened to an overhead hook and pulled tight. She couldn't move her head without feeling as though her hair was going to be ripped out of her scalp. The man came around in front of her, and fingers pinched her cheeks making her open her mouth, and something was shoved into it. She gagged and tried to push it out with her tongue, but it was useless. The something in her mouth was a leather gag, she realized. She felt it being fastened tightly around her head. She was now spread-eagled in the middle of this cold and damp room, her head held motionless by her hair, forcing her to look forward, and with a leather gag pushed into her mouth, making it impossible for her to make a sound other than a moan or a grunt. The man left, and she was alone again.

She still felt the beating she had received yesterday, but to her surprise, it was discomfort rather than pain. The gag was uncomfortable, and her hair pulled at her scalp if she tried to move her head, but other than that, she was not feeling the pain she had expected. The anticipation of what might happen next, however, was as tortuous as being beaten.

A door behind her opened, and Kurt walked into her sight. He stopped in front of her, put his hands on his hips, and looked her up and down. In spite of her fear, he was arousing her. His eyes moved to her nipples, and then to the soft hair between her legs. She felt herself get wet. Her body was betraying her, but she was not going to give in to the feeling this time, she was going to focus on her anger, the feeling of violation, and the feeling that she had been misled. She wished she could move her head, say something, do anything other than stand there, arms and legs spread out, staring ahead at him.

Kurt drew up one of the chairs. He held something in his hand - a riding crop, she thought, and he idly toyed with it as he started at her intensely.

He's going to whip me again, Jana thought, and felt herself get lightheaded with fear, or was it arousal? Or both? But Kurt only toyed with the riding crop, moving his fingers over the rod, twirling the leather around his fingers. He moved his chair forward, and sat up toward her.

Kurt touched one of her nipples with the top of the riding crop. He moved it back and forth over the tip, which was hard and puckered from the cold. He moved the crop down her belly and to the dark hair between her legs, and rubbed it back and forth against her clit. He sat back again.

"According to our signed agreement, Jana, you have become my property. Your only purpose in life while you are here is to give me pleasure. You will do anything and everything I say, immediately and without question. Any delay or failure to do what I say will be punished."

The riding crop went out to her other nipple, and he began to move it back and forth again. The nipple was so sensitive, the touch of the crop moved from the nipple down her body and to her cunt. He was arousing her again, she thought in amazement and in humiliation.

"You own nothing, not even yourself. I own you. You live, breathe, sleep, eat and drink only because I let you. I can deny you any of those whenever I wish."

"I am going to begin training you today. You will listen to me carefully while I tell you my rules, which you must obey without question."

He got up and walked around her. The riding crop began to caress her ass, and he moved it into the crack, gently pushing against the opening. Never before had anyone done anything with Jana's ass, and Jana wasn't sure if the feeling she had was one of pain or pleasure.

"Here are the rules," he said. "I will not repeat them to you, so remember them well. Also, I want you to know that I may add new rules or change the existing rules whenever I please, but ignorance of the changes will not excuse you from being punished if you disobey them." Kurt began to recite the long list of rules, but Jana was now so aroused that she was not in any condition to comprehend what he was saying.

He was in front of her again. He threw the riding crop on the chair behind him, and took her nipples between his fingers. He gently rolled the tips back and forth. He tightened his grip on the tips, and Jana felt the pain shoot through her breasts. She hated the pain, and she thought she was also beginning to hate the feeling of arousal that his touch gave her. Kurt knew this was what she was feeling. It was a good start, he thought.

"You will spend the next two months being trained as a slave. You will respond to the training in stages. At first, you will be forced to do what I command. I can see that in spite of what you asked for, you were not quite as ready for this as you thought. During the second stage, you will obey my commands out of fear. I will expect you to obey me, and failure to do so will be punished. And do I know how to punish. " He twisted her nipples painfully. "When you reach the last stage, you will obey me because the only thing you want in the world is to please me, and because I have given you your fantasy."

"I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that this will never happen, that you will resist even getting to the second stage. But I have as much time as I need, and eventually you will break. "

He picked up the riding crop again, and shoved it into her, hard. It hurt, she thought. But bound and gagged the way she was, there was nothing she could do to stop his moving the crop in and out of her vagina, each time driving it in it further and harder. She cried out around her gag, but the sound that came out was weak and muffled. She had never felt so helpless in her life. She was entirely at his mercy, and it seemed he had no mercy to give. And after a few minutes, she did not want his mercy, as her arousal peaked in orgasm.

Kurt moved the riding crop up her body, circled her nipples, and then moved the crop up to her face and held it under her nose. "Do you smell yourself on the leather?" he asked. "This is what I mean. You will betray yourself like your body is betraying you right now, and your bondage will begin to feel like pleasure."

His words penetrated the sensual haze she was in, and she felt anger stir in her again. This was so degrading, she thought. How could she ever have wanted to experience this total bondage? He had taken advantage of her being so naive about this dark world, and basically kidnapped and tortured her. Although she knew better, she let the anger blaze in her eyes as she stared at him.

The riding crop in his hand moved, and she felt hot pain across her breasts. Again and again he hit her across her breasts. He stopped after about twenty blows. Kurt came up to her and grasped her face with his fingers, pressing them cruelly into her cheeks and pulling her head forward so that her hair was pulled even tighter and pain shot out across her scalp.

"You weren't listening to the rules. Or even worse, you heard them but decided to ignore them. Did I not tell you that you are never to look at me unless I give you permission?"

Jana's eyes dropped immediately. Kurt was enjoying himself very much. She was afraid, she was aroused, she was defiant. The next step was to humiliate her. Kurt picked up the phone, dialed an extension, and spoke to the person at the other end in a low voice. A minute later, the door opened and the man who had brought her into this room earlier walked in. Jana had not had the chance to really look at him earlier, but now she saw that he was almost handsome, very muscular, clean-shaven with short, blond hair, and dressed entirely in black.

Kurt turned to the man and said, "Bryne, she needs to be cleaned up. Give her some water to drink first. No food, though. I think she can go longer without food." Without another word or glance at Jana, he walked off and she heard a door open and close behind her. He was gone. Her body cried out for him to return, while her mind sent curses after him.

The door opened again, and she heard more footsteps. Another man had joined Bryne, similarly dressed and just as muscular. Her left ankle was released first, and a restraint was put on it. Then her right ankle, which was immediately chained to the left one. The same was done with her arms, then a collar was put around her neck. It had rings all around it, and a long strap with another ring hanging down her back. She immediately found out what it was for when her hands were pulled up to the small of her back, and a clasp in the wrist restraint was attached to the strap on the collar. To keep from choking, she had to force her hands to remain at the small of her back. Her hair was then released, and a leash was attached to one of the rings on the collar. One of the men grabbed the leash and pulled her forward. Jana had no choice but to follow him.

He pulled her toward a doorway on the left of the room, and she found herself in a plain room, lit by fluorescent lights, and furnished with more strange looking objects. Directly in front of her was a bathroom. It had no door, however, and the toilet seat was aligned with the doorway, giving whoever was using it no privacy. There was a small sink with a soap dispenser over it, but no towels or mirror. On the left side of the room was a large shower area, but one that left Jana no doubt that it was not for use by someone taking a willing shower. Jana's wrists were first released from the neck collar, and the relief she felt was overwhelming. The collar came off next, and then one wrist. Her hand was pulled up over her head and attached to a steel cuff that came down from the ceiling on a long chain. The same was done to her other wrist. Jana looked up and saw a showerhead directly over her. Her ankles were attached to the floor of the shower, spread apart almost to the point where she could not keep her balance, Jana looked at the walls of the shower. Two of the walls were lined with nozzles facing her at frequent intervals, so if turned on, there was not a part of her that would not be hit with the spray. There was also a nozzle beneath her, which Jana was very much afraid shot water upward toward her genitals. There were also two flexible metal hoses coming out from the walls. A shelf with a big array of brushes was attached to one of the walls, and another shelf held a variety of soaps, shampoos and lotions.

"Make this a long shower, Richard." Said Bryne, looking at her coldly. "Kurt will want her shaved as well."

The gag was still in Jana's mouth, so she was not able to say anything. But she gave the men a furious look. "Did Kurt instruct her that she was not allowed to look at anyone?" asked the man called Richard.

Bryne nodded, "She's been told at least twice."

"Then why are this bitch's eyes on me?" he reached out and pinched her nipples cruelly. "Put your eyes down, cunt!" he shouted at her. "Now, before I drag you out of here and put you on your knees in front of Kurt. When he hears that you disobeyed him after hearing the rule twice, he will have you punished so hard that your training will be delayed by a week while you recover!"

Jana's eyes dropped down again. She had felt naked and exposed in front of Kurt, but she felt desire for him too, and after all, she had asked Kurt to dominate her. But to be naked in front of these two men that she had never seen before in her life, and then to go through the indignity of being bathed by them was beyond humiliating.

Richard reached into the shower and turned a nozzle. Immediately, Jana was hit on all sides by a powerful stream of icy cold water. She bit down on the gag and instinctively tried to move her hands to protect herself from the stream, but was caught short by the restraints. The force of the water coming up from the floor was hitting her directly between the legs, and with her ankles restrained, she couldn't move herself away from it. Bryne and Richard stared at her squirming under the blast of the freezing water.

After a while, she began to get used to the water, since it no longer felt as shockingly cold as it did at first, and the water hitting her between the legs felt wonderful. Richard picked up a small brush and gave one with a handle to Bryne, then shut off the water. Jana hung there, water dripping into her eyes from her hair. Richard picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it over his brush, Bryne doing the same. Both men began to scrub her at the same time. Bryne stood behind her, and moved the brush over her butt, in the crack, and then forward to her labia. The bristles were hard, and Bryne was putting a lot of pressure on the brush, yet Jana felt lightheaded from the intensity of her arousal. She pushed herself forward against the brush, needing the stimulation it provided.

Richard, meanwhile, was rubbing her top, front and back, with the smaller brush. The brush may have been smaller, but the bristles were twice as hard. It hurt! The brush went around and around, over her stomach, over her breasts, her back, her arms. It went everywhere except over her nipples. Jana hoped that the brush would not come near them, and when Richard put the brush down and began to shampoo her hair, she thought that she would be lucky.

Bryne had finished washing her legs and ass, but he still continued to scrub at her labia. She felt raw and sensitive. A few times the brush just whispered over her clit, but the sensation was as excruciating as if he were rubbing full force. Both men stopped washing her, and the water went back on again. A minute this time, and it went off again. Soundlessly, Richard put conditioner into her hair, while Bryne began to shave her legs and underarms.

Then what she had feared happened, and Richard came around to her front with the brush. "The conditioner has a few minutes to set, so we have a lot of time to get your nipples clean." he said, with a lewd laugh. The brush began moving over her nipples, one at a time. Richard would rub one nipple with the brush for a few seconds, and then switch to the other. His fingers played with the nipple that he wasn't brushing, and they became sore and sensitive. She didn't know which felt worse - the harsh bristles of the brush or the soft touch of his fingertips. She was almost out of her mind from the sensation when Richard stopped, and with a final viscious scrub against the nipples, put the brush away.

When they were satisfied that she was clean, they removed the gag, but before she could cry out or say anything, Richard replaced it with a clamp that pulled her mouth wide open and he began to brush her teeth. He rinsed her mouth with water from one of the hoses, which he then inserted into her vagina for a minute, and ended up by shoving the other hose into her ass and cleaning her there.

Then once again, the shower was on full blast, and she was rinsed for a full five minutes with the icy cold water.

Jana had never felt so clean and yet so dirty at the same time. She felt violated, humiliated. She felt as though she had been raped. She had no doubt that would be coming shortly. It would have felt different with Kurt even if he brushed her skin harder than they did, even though she hated him and he had tricked her.

Bryne took her ankles out of their restraints and put a set of heavy, stainless steel braces around each ankle. There was a locking mechanism that not only attached the braces to each ankle, but also to each other. Jana was well hobbled in this fashion. Next, similar braces went onto her wrists, and again, her wrists were bound together behind her back. She noticed that the steel braces came with a thick metal loop welded on to it. The clamp was still in her mouth, and worked as well as a gag in keeping her quiet.

With her ankles tightly attached to each other, Jana was unable to walk, so Bryne and Richard dragged her out of the bathroom and over to a long, vinyl covered bench that looked like it could be bent into several positions, as well as lowered or made higher. There were chains and loops all around the bench and Jana had no doubts about the reason they were there. Jana was made to sit down on the bench, and then pulled up, still sitting, until she was in the middle, with her legs out in front of her. Bryne unlatched the wrist cuffs from each other, and each man took one arm, pushed her onto her back, and bound the metal brace to the side of the bench. Wing sections came out of the bench along side her feet, and her ankles were attached to them. The wing sections spread her legs out as far as possible, then straps were put around her abdomen, her thighs and her calves. She was firmly chained to the bench.

Richard then hit a switch, and the bench began to move. The top part was lowered, while the bottom was brought up, and the middle lowered so that her vagina, her labia, and her clit were all fully exposed to Richard and Bryne. She blushed as the humiliation of being in that position swept over her.

With her head almost down to the floor, Jana was not able to see what was happening in front of her, and she started when she felt something cold and smooth applied across the outside of her cunt. It was followed by the feel and sound of a razor being drawn across her pubic area.

In answer to her unspoken question, Bryne enlightened her. "Yes, I'm shaving your cunt. You are not allowed to hide anything from your Master, and this will make sure that he can see all of your pussy." His fingers played with her clit, and Jana felt confused by all the emotions and feelings that washed over her...humiliation, fear, arousal.

Bryne finished shaving her, wiped off the shaving cream, and, with a cruel smile, turned to Richard, and asked "Do you want to finish cleaning her up?"

Jana felt disgust and more humiliation as Richard went between her legs and began to use his tongue to remove what was left of the shaving cream. Though they hadn't hurt her nearly as much as Kurt had, she didn't want to be with them. She wanted to see Kurt. How could he have just turned her over to them? She told him she didn't want to be a slave, she had changed her mind. But he reminded her of their contract. Could you consentually agree to be non-consensual? Apparently that was exactly what she had done. She wanted Kurt here with her, not these two men whose presence in Kurt's household was news to her.

Her wish to see Kurt was unfortunately granted, and Kurt came into the room to inspect her. He looked her up and down, pinched her nipples cruelly between his fingers, ran his hands over her shaved pubic area, then rubbed her between her legs with the side of his hand. It came away wet. Jana groaned in arousal and in frustration.

"Take her down, bind her hands behind her back, and put her on her knees. Take off the gag." Kurt instructed Bryne and Richard.

Jana found herself on her knees at his feet. She was careful to keep looking down. She heard him open the zipper of his pants, and then he pulled her hair forward, putting his penis into her mouth. She opened her mouth quickly, almost eagerly, to take him in. He pulled her head by her hair back and forth, back and forth. She felt him grow hard, and his penis pushed further and harder down her throat, gagging her.

He laughed, "I like the way it feels when you gag, Jana."

He came quickly, and pulled his penis out. Kurt pushed her head to make sure she swallowed his cum. She gagged again, but he tilted her head even further back and commanded her to swallow it, reminding her that she would be punished if any of his cum spilled out of her mouth.

This was awful, Jana thought, though at the same time she had felt her nipples grow hard and the wetness between her legs begin again. Then the unthinkable happened, and Kurt moved aside to be replaced by Bryne. They expected her to do the same for him, she realized! No! It was impossible. Jana knew enough not to say anything, but moved her head aside as his penis came toward her lips.

Kurt stepped behind her, and forced her head forward toward Bryne's penis. "If you hurt him, bitch," he growled, "You will spend the next twenty four hours sucking everyone on my staff, male and female!" His fingers began to play with her nipples, while Bryne took over forcing her head back and forth against his shaft.

When he was spent, Richard took his place, and she was forced to endure sucking him as well.

"I think that Bryne and Richard appreciated your thanking them for giving you a bath," Kurt taunted her.

Jana had no answer. She was afraid to let him see the look of anger and disgust on her face, so she kept her head down.

"Did you like doing that, Jana?" Kurt's voice was soft by her ear.

"Yes, Master," she said very softly, barely audible. She knew that was the answer he wanted to hear from her.

"Then tell them, Jana," Kurt urged. "Tell them how much you enjoyed it and how grateful you are to them for bathing you."

Her head still down, trembling with fear and self-loathing at giving in, she was forced to say "Thank you for the bath. I enjoyed going down on you."

"Call it what is is, Jana," Kurt would not spare her a single moment of humiliation. "Tell them you enjoyed sucking their cocks. Also, have you already forgotten that you are to call them Sir?"

"I'm sorry, Master," she quickly said, "I didn't hear you say that. Sirs, thank you for bathing me. And thank you for letting me suck your cocks, sirs." Jana did her best to sound as though she meant it.

"Good, Jana, but I still must punish you." She shivered. "And how should I do that, hmm, Jana?"

She remained on her knees, while he circled around her. "Do I whip you again? Do I hang you by your wrists again, this time without allowing your toes to touch the floor? Do I have you suck Bryne and Richard again? Do I let them take you in the rear? Would you like that, Jana? Have you ever been taken in your ass?"

"Please, please, please - no, Master. Don't do that to me!" She pleaded with him.

Kurt laughed. "Oh, you will be taken in the ass, Jana, and I will be the first. You said you wanted it. But that will be an honor, a reward, so we must find another way to punish you for now."

Jana was visibly shaking. "Bryne, Richard - bring her to the hall. Tie her up with her hands behind her back, tie her ankles to her wrists. But a remote controlled vibrator into her cunt, then tie her thighs so it stays there."

Jana was brought back into the other room, bound, and placed on her stomach at Kurt's feet. Kurt went over to the whip stand, and threw all the whips onto the ground. He came back to where Jana was tied, and sat back in one of the leather chairs.

"Jana," he said. "You need to be punished, but I think it would also be good to teach you how to accept humiliation, and how important it is to obey me."

"I want you to crawl on your belly over to the whips on the floor. You will take a whip in your mouth, and bring it to me. When I take the whip from you, you will kiss my feet, kiss my hands, and kiss the whip. You will say to me, 'Master, please punish me for disobeying your rules.' You will then hold still while I give you five strokes with the whip, which you will count out for me. Then I want you to crawl back to the pile of whips and do it over again. We'll continue this until you've brought me all twelve whips. "

"Next, I will punish you for not addressing Bryne and Richard as sir."

Jana looked up at Kurt without thinking. Wasn't what he just described to be be her punishment? Then she realized that he was planning to punish her twice for the same transgression - the first time for disobeying him or breaking the rules, and the second time for the specific thing she did or didn't do, not saying "sir" to Bryne and Richard.

"And then I will punish you for looking at me just now. I didn't give you permission to look at me. You must learn to control your actions, Jana. Otherwise, you'll be constantly under my whip."

Jana closed her eyes tightly, and wished that this would all go away. Just yesterday - at least she thought it was yesterday - she was eagerly looking forward to the start of what she thought would be an adventure. Instead here she was, a captive slave of a cruel master in fact, not fantasy.

"Your punishment for not addressing Bryne and Richard as sir will be to suck their cocks again. I can see they've grown hard looking at you all tied up and helpless at my feet. Then for looking at me, you'll be beaten - and I promise you, Jana, it's a beating you're not going to forget."

"This will take us through most of the rest of the day, Jana, because this is what I have in mind. Each one of us, Bryne, Richard and I will have a turn giving you ten strokes - ten with a riding crop, ten with a leather strap, with a cane, and with a paddle. That will be for disobedience."

He paused to give her time to comprehend the severity of the punishment she was going to receive, and so that she would realize how much worse it would get. "As punishment for looking at me without permission, we're going to do it all over again. Ten strokes from each of us...with the crop, the strap, cane and paddle."

He couldn't possibly mean that, Jana thought. It was too extreme. Jana was about to beg him to forgive her, to promise to never disobey him again. But she was afraid that would result in even more punishment. She resolved to take the punishment without giving him the satisfaction of crying out.

She began to crawl across the floor on her belly. Her sensitive nipples were hitting the floor, and each movement caused strange feelings to course through her body, making her want to offer up her cunt for Kurt to use. At the same time, it was slow and painful to move against the rough floor, and feel the pull of her bonds as she wriggled across. She imagined what she looked like, and felt humiliation.

Kurt kept playing with the remote vibrator inside her, constantly stimulating her, so that her arousal was continuous. Then she made the trip back to Kurt, presented the whip, kissed his feet as she had been instructed, and counted out the five strikes.

Halfway through this punishment, Kurt allowed her to rest for ten minutes before ordering her to continue. She was so grateful for that respite, that she found herself feeling sincere when she kissed his hands and feet.

She was careful to do everything she was instructed to do. She realized that he would not let her get away with anything, that even the smallest infringement of his rules was severely punished, and it didn't matter if it was accidental or intentional.

Surprisingly, sucking Bryne and Richard was much worse a punishment to her than being beaten by Kurt. And she found herself feeling hurt that Kurt gave her to them to use that way. It hurt that she wasn't exclusively his.

When it was time for her second punishment to begin, Jana was tied wrist to ankle over a sawhorse, and Kurt ordered her gagged. It was good that he had done so, for she would have screamed her throat raw as each man beat her in turn, ten strokes with the crop, the strap, the cane and the paddle. Her bottom was on fire, and each blow caused exquisite pain. Every time the implement of her torture was changed, she would be fingered to the point of climax, but not allowed to cum. Jana's hair, hanging in front of her eyes, was wet with tears of pain and of sexual frustration by the time Kurt, Richard and Bryne were finished. And then it started over. Jana couldn't believe that she was enduring such pain, and that her body was responding to it with arousal.

The punishment was finally over. Kurt was sure that Jana would be very careful to obey him for now, but he would make it very difficult for her, because he believed that punishment was the quickest way to break in a submissive. He was going to put her into situations where she would fail to please him, just so that he could discipline her. She wanted to know what it was like to be a slave, and he was determined that before he was done she would be his entirely his.

Kurt unbound Jana. She was surprised when he sat down on the floor with her in his arms, and pushed her head against his shoulder. He stroked her hair softly, and rocked her back and forth. She was crying from the intensity of everything she had experienced yesterday and today.

"You did well, Jana," Kurt whispered to her gently, confusing her. "I know it hurts and you've been forced to do some things you've never imagined yourself able to do. I am doing this for you, Jana, so that you can experience all that you came to me for. This is why I am making this very real for you."

All that Jana was able to do was to continue sobbing quietly against his chest. He dried her tears with his fingers, and kissed her softly on her lips. Her sobs subsided, and she found herself opening up to him, surrendering herself to him, spreading herself open to invite him into her. She wanted to be taken, to be thoroughly fucked.

Abruptly, Kurt pushed her away from him, and stood up, towering over her. "You want me, Jana," he whispered. "Even though I give you pain, you want me."

Jana needed to cum, her arousal was as intense as the pain she had felt earlier. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Master." she whispered, hoping.

Kurt turned to Richard and Bryne. "Fuck the slut," he instructed them.

Jana's face turned red. He had taken her need for him, and used it to humiliate her. She had been taken in by his moment of gentleness, of what looked to her like caring. She wanted to beg him to fuck her instead of giving her to his men.

Kurt was aware of what she was feeling, and noted that in spite of what she probably wanted to say, she remained silent, and kept her eyes down. Her training was underway...

Slave Lessons - The Beginning 1 of 17

Enslaved by Reine Woods