This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.
Recap of Book One
Book One began with Renee perched on a towel in front of a magnificent infinity edge pool in Southern France. She was naked, tethered to a chaise lounge by a dog leash. An unidentified woman in a broad rimmed hat was sitting in the chaise.
Renee flashed back six months to the time she was a paralegal in New York City. She hailed from St. Louis and took her one big risk in life by pursuing her career dream in New York. Renee was always a follower, not a leader, and always sought domineering boyfriends that were like her father. She was an attractive brunette with a medium build.
She enjoyed sex with her boyfriend, who did dominate her, but not in a true BDSM relationship. Her boyfriend was an associate at Renee's law firm and was too busy to spend time with Renee. Renee cruised the internet as an outlet for her sexual longings and accidentally clicked on a video showing an older man whipping a younger woman. Renee was obsessed from that point forward with those types of videos and routinely masturbated to them.
The firm had recently won a major motion on a case that Renee was working on for a French bank. Renee went to the celebratory party at the corporate apartment hosted by Luc, a director with the French bank. During the course of the party Renee stumbled on Luc's girlfriend having sex with a guest at the party. Renee learned that the girlfriend, Linnea, was in an open relationship with Luc. Linnea brought Renee to a locked bedroom where Luc and Linnea kept the "Toy," a sex slave that Luc had purchased at the Auction. Renee was able to see the Toy service Linnea (by eating out her pussy). Renee was so excited by this action that she ran to the bathroom to masturbate on the floor with Linnea's sopping wet panties in her face.
Linnea told Luc about the incident. Luc invited Renee to the apartment the next day to witness Luc and Linnea having sex along with the Toy. Luc purposely pulled out of Linnea's ass when he was about to cum and invited Renee to clean up the mess. Renee couldn't resist. Luc then invited Renee to be trained as either a cock slut or a pain slut and to enter the Auction. The potential bidders in the Auction could request an in-person "inspection" of the submissive in exchange for a substantial inspection fee. Renee would likely earn hundreds of thousands of dollars for her share of the inspection fees and a two year stint as a sex slave. Book One ended where Renee was deciding whether to go forward with the training.
Chapter Three
It wasn't a hard decision for Renee. She was toiling long hours as a paralegal and squeaking by paying the $2,000 share of her rent and the $2,000 monthly payment on her $100,000 student loan. She was only 23. She was young and could invest two years of her life in this adventure. She did love sex and the time with Linnea and Luc included the best sexual experiences of her life, and she wasn't even that active of a participant. She was highly aroused by the BDSM videos. Would it lead to greater sexual fulfillment? She wanted to know. If she could net a couple hundred thousand dollars she could pay off her student loans and earn enough money to make a down payment on her own apartment. Why not? She was apprehensive about the training, but couldn't she quit at any time? She was probably going to quit her job at the law firm at some time anyway to find something better. Her family was all back in St. Louis so she could tell them she was working overseas for Luc's bank. Her roommate was a cute perky blond so she shouldn't have trouble finding a new roommate. And Michael was an ass. It was settled in Renee's mind.
Renee requested the documents from Luc. The package was messengered to her apartment the same day. The package contained a lengthy nondisclosure agreement where a breach would cause Renee to forfeit her claim to the balance in her Swiss bank account. There was a waiver that excused the Club and its members from any liability. There was a contract outlining the split in revenue and the guarantee by Luc that Renee would be paid in full. The governing law was a country in Eastern Europe that she has never heard of (she had to go on the internet to figure out where it was). Everything looked to be in order. Renee signed and a messenger picked up the signed documents. Renee had a pit in her stomach now. She was really going through with this.
Luc arranged for Renee's travel two weeks hence so Renee gave notice to her firm. She said her goodbyes to her friends, telling them that she was going to a training session in Europe for Luc's bank and would likely stay there after the training. Her break-up with Michael was quick and uneventful (she did it by text, as he was at the office). Her roommate Caryn was disappointed that Renee was leaving but understood that Renee had a better opportunity. It softened the blow that Luc would be paying Renee's share of the rent until Caryn found a new roommate. Luc would arrange to have all of her things put into storage. Renee gave Luc her student loan payment book. Renee's parents were excited to hear that Renee might soon be working in Europe and understood that given the intense training needed for the job that all inquiries were to go through Luc.
The fateful day came quickly. Renee did not bring anything to the airport other than her wallet and passport. She was given a first class ticket from Newark to San Francisco. Renee tried to enjoy the amenities of first class since she had never traveled in the front cabin before but her apprehension about what was to come made it difficult. She would know for certain whether her submissive tendencies were her true self. She also knew if she completed her training and was successfully auctioned that she could be financially secure for a long period of time. So much to think about. In the end, Renee ended up drinking a fair amount of wine and then dozing off in the lay flat seat.
As the plane was on its final descent to SFO Renee was on pins and needles. The plane landed and Renee was the first off the plane. On exiting the secure area of the airport Renee spotted a man in a chauffeur's uniform holding a sign with her name. The man checked her against a picture he had and ushered her to a black Bentley Flying Spur. The chauffeur opened the back door and Renee found herself in a luxuriously appointed car with navy blue leather seats with extensive white cross stitching and exquisite wood interior trims. The driver gave Renee a blindfold which Renee dutifully donned. Renee's heart was pounding, but as the car exited the parking garage and began its journey on the freeway Renee was lulled to sleep by the quiet of the car and the gentle sway of the ride.
Renee was jarred awake when the sedan came to a stop. The chauffeur opened the rear door and led the blindfolded Renee to a building and transferred her to a woman who was waiting at the entrance to the building.
The woman took a disoriented Renee into a room and closed the door behind them. The blindfold was removed and Renee found herself in a gleaming white examination room. The woman standing in front of her introduced herself as Slave number 4. She was naked except for a wide black leather collar with a large "D" ring attached to it and a metal tag riveted to it that was embossed with a large "4" and matching leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Renee noticed that the collar and the cuffs were riveted together so that the slave could not remove then. The woman looked to be in her 40's, attractively fit with long blond hair and no body hair to speak of. She was wholly unconcerned about her nudity and went about her tasks as if she were in a doctor's office. She instructed Renee to remove all of her clothes. Renee undressed and stood before the woman with her arms crossed to cover her breasts. The woman informed her that was unacceptable behavior and Renee needed to be fully exposed at all times. Renee felt an intense sense of shame at allowing any semblance of privacy and modesty to go by the wayside.
The woman first weighed Renee and measured her height. She then opened a black leather case and took out a professional camera. She took photographs of Renee's open mouth to document the condition of her teeth. She pulled on her tongue and examined above and below it. Renee started to feel uncomfortable when she was asked to put her hands behind her head while the woman took close-ups of her breasts. Renee was then asked to go into the adjoining bathroom and shave her pussy and her legs. She felt even more uncomfortable when returned to the examination room and was asked to use her hands to spreads the lips of her pussy so the woman could photograph it. The woman then asked Renee to bend over and spread the cheeks of her ass so that the woman could photograph her anus as well.
Without knocking, a man then entered the room carrying a black doctor's bag. He was nude as well but had the same collar, this one bearing the number "2," and matching cuffs. He was also wearing a plastic cage around his penis. Renee's first instinct was to cover her breasts with her arms, but then she realized that she was not permitted to do that and let them relax by her side. The man removed medical calipers from the bag. The woman pulled open Renee's pussy and the man took detailed measurements of the lips of her pussy, the size of the opening of her vagina and the size of her clitoris. The woman used her thumb to excite Renee's clitoris so it so could be measured in its excited state. Renee was demeaned by this detailed and antiseptic examination, feeling as if she were a laboratory rat. She was also excited by it.
The woman had Renee bend over and the man inserted a tube into her anus, apparently to measure the depth of the penetration. The man completed her exam by measuring Renee's breast size, again pinching her nipples so she could measure them in their excited state.
After the examination the man riveted leather cuffs with "D" rings attached to Renee's wrists and ankles. A black collar was attached to her neck with a "D" ring and a tag bearing the number "8." The man chained Renee's ankles together and then chained her wrists together, each with a one foot length of chain. A black leather hood was put over her head with holes only for her nose and mouth. Renee felt panic as the hood was zipped up in the back and she was deprived of sight and most of her hearing. She could only hear her heavy breathing as the man led her down a long hallway. As she was adjusting to this sensory deprivation and her breathing slowed she could hear muffled screams of other women and the clattering of her ankle chains echoing off the concrete floor as she waddled down the hallway.
The man took her inside a room and told her that her training would start the following morning. The room had padded room walls and was about 10 feet by 10 feet. The room was equipped with a toilet, mattress, toilet paper, stainless steel dog dish and squeeze water bottle. The room was lit with fluorescent light, although Renee couldn't see it.
The door was shut and locked.
Renee canvassed the room by feeling her way around the room. She quickly located the toilet, toilet paper, dog dish, water bottle and mattress. She sat on the mattress and waited. Other than the occasional muffled sound, Renee heard, smelled or tasted nothing.
Renee reflected back upon the events of the last hour, being poked, prodded, photographed in a highly impersonal manner and then shackled. She was shamed, embarrassed and felt a complete loss of dignity. As she sat on the mattress hooded with her hands and feet shackled together she couldn't help wondering what she had gotten herself into. She cried herself to sleep.
Renee was shaken from her slumber. Her hood was unzipped and removed from her head. Standing before her was a man of average stature. He looked to Renee to be about forty, with sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and a face no different than any of the thousands of men that passed her each day on the streets of New York. Renee relaxed as her eyes acclimated to the light and to the fact her new Master did not appear to be physically intimidating in stature.
"Hello Slave number 8. My name is Andre, but you may address me as Sir or Master."
In a plain speaking voice of a college professor Andre went on to say "You will be under my tutelage for the next several weeks until I believe your training is done. I will direct your training at all times but there may be others that will handle particular aspects of it. There are other women being trained here though it is unlikely you will see any of them. You may hear them and they may hear you though that won't be intentional."
"I know you are anxious. You don't know what to expect. I can't tell you everything in advance as that would interfere with the effectiveness of your training. I can tell you if your initial training is successful you will look to me as your Master with unwavering obedience to what I tell you to do."
"Your safe word is 'rouge' which as you know means red in French. If you say this word at any time during your training, your training will stop and you will be returned to New York. What is the safe word?"
"Rouge."
"Excellent. Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes Sir."
"When I enter a room I expect you to kneel next to your bed. If I ask you to submit, you will assume this position." Andre then shows Renee that she must kneel, spread her knees apart, push her bottom up in the air until the bow in her back makes her breasts touch the ground, head down, arms extended and palms up. "You will not cum unless I give you permission. Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir."
Andre unlocked Renee's chains from her wrists and ankles, replaced the hood on Renee's head and left the room.
In the beginning Renee's spirits were good. She thought about her childhood in St. Louis, her friends, her pets, and her loves found and lost. Her spirits begin to wane as her perceived time passage was many hours.
The monotony was broken when the door opened and a meal was left in her dog dish. Renee could smell a simple repast of bread, cheese, and an apple. She ate it voraciously savoring both the smell and the taste of the food, where in the past none of this food would have generated a second thought in her mind.
This routine went on for many cycles. Because there is no way to mark time Renee has no idea how much time has passed.
Renee took to weeping as she hungered for any kind of stimulation. She tried to masturbate but even this act was unsatisfying without any visual or auditory stimulation and knowing that she could not cum without permission. Thoughts of "rouge" started creeping into her mind until the drumbeat of the word kept her from sleeping.
At long last the door opened and she sensed a person softly padding into the room. She quickly kneeled by the side of her mattress. The person sat on the floor Indian style next to her and then pulled her head into his lap. She could sense it was a man because she could feel the outline of his penis against her head and could smell its musky aroma. The man stroked the back of her neck. Renee wept with joy at the intimate touch of another. She tried reaching into the man's pants, but her hand was swatted away.
"Slave number 8, did you want to tell me the safe word?" Renee could tell it was Andre's voice.
"No Master."
"Very well, I'll see you later." Andre left.
Renee was left alone again with only her thoughts. Her mind was now a jumble. She could no longer tell when she was awake and when she was asleep. The passage of time had lost its meaning. With the lack of sleep and the disorientation caused by her sensory deprivation Renee was convinced she was about to go mad.
Finally, the door opened. Renee felt her way to the mattress to kneel. A person removed her hood. Renee's eyes smarted with the onslaught of a searing light, although the light was only the soft light of ceiling mounted fluorescent fixtures. As her eyes focused she could tell it was Andre. He had brought a bowl of water and a wash cloth. He washed her face, which was now caked with the salt of many dried tears. He attempted to untangle Renee's matted hair, now greasy and dirty from days of neglect. Renee was delighted to feel the cool water on her face. Andre cupped her breasts and gently licked each one, nibbling at each nipple. Sparks of electricity coursed though Renee with each bite, and she arched her back to push closer to the long awaited stimulation. Her pussy immediately became moist. Andre stroked her pussy with the flat of his hand while licking each nipple. Renee started to soar.
Andre whispered, "Do you love me little slut?"
"Yes Master." Renee felt the strengthening of her bond with Andre.
Andre moved his hand faster while more urgently sucking and nibbling each nipple. Renee was quaking and moaning.
"Please, please Master."
"Cum my little slut."
"On my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Renee shouted as she arched her back and thrashed against Andre's hand with the onslaught of her orgasm. Andre laid Renee on her mattress and stroked her face until she closed her eyes and her body sought its long overdue sleep.
"Till tomorrow my pet."
After a deep sleep, Renee awakened with a sharp focus. With the hood removed, Renee relished the stimulation of light. She replayed the events with Andre over and over in her mind. She masturbated, seeing Andre stoking her pussy and licking her nipples. Renee lost count of the number of times she masturbated. She was careful not to masturbate to completion but reached and stayed at a high level of arousal.
At long last Andre returned. He was wearing a loose fitting cotton shirt, sweat pants and sandals and holding a large rubber penis in his hand. Renee knelt by her mattress. Andre put the rubber penis on her mattress.
"Undress me little slut."
Renee unbuttoned Andre's shirt and gathered his pants around his ankles, helping him step out of them.
Renee saw Andre's cock for the first time. Although Andre was of medium build, his cock was anything but medium, easily eight inches flaccid and as thick as Renee's wrist.
"Suck me little slut."
Renee took about four inches of Andre's rapidly expanding cock in her mouth before his cock hit the back of her throat.
"Touch yourself little whore."
Renee masturbated while Andre took his powerful hands and put them behind Renee's head, gently driving his cock deeper into her mouth. Renee gagged and salivated heavily, coating her tits with her saliva and Andre's precum. Andre repeated his assault on Renee's throat while encouraging her to masturbate faster. Renee finally got part of his cock down her throat while Renee's frantic rubbing got her perilously close to an orgasm.
Andre could sense Renee's need and pulled out, stroking his cock and spraying his cum. While his cock pulsed jets of cum on Renee's hair, face and tits, he granted permission to Renee to cum. Renee experienced a sharp, quick orgasm.
"Remember to associate my cock in your throat with your orgasm. And if I pull out of your mouth beg me to cum in your face. I've left you with a rubber penis. Practice putting in down your throat."
Renee was left again in her room. She could think of nothing but her overwhelming need to please Andre. She was determined to swallow his cock whole. She practiced on the rubber penis. Andre and Renee repeated the same dance over and over, with Andre getting more of his cock down her throat each time and Renee begging for Andre to cum in her face and cumming almost concurrently with Andre's facials.
After several more sessions Renee finally got Andre's cock down her throat and was able to cum with very little rubbing of her clit. She savored Andre's cum on her face, using her fingers to gather it and put his sticky treat in her mouth after he left. Renee's world revolved around Andre's deep throat sessions and the salty taste of his cum.
Satisfied with Renee's deep throat skills, Andre visited Renee's room and declared "Beg me to fuck your whore cunt."
"Please Sir, fuck my whore cunt."
"Why should I fuck your undeserving cunt?"
"Because I love you Master and I wish to please you in any way I can."
"Not good enough."
"Because my underserving cunt will massage my Master's cock and my Master will bestow his precious cum in my worthless cunt."
"Suck me slut and cum."
Renee took Andre deep into her mouth until his pubic hairs were touching her face. She masturbated and quickly orgasmed.
Andre pushed Renee back on her mattress and lined up his cock with her drenched pussy. He plunged deeply into her. Renee was ecstatic as Andre's cock stretched her pussy to a point she never before experienced. His skill at fucking her marginalized all the sex she had before as Andre hit her G spot over and over. Right as Renee was about to have a mind numbing orgasm Andre pulled out with his cock poised over her pussy. Andre squelched Renee's pleas for more.
"Remember my little slut not to cum without my permission. If you fail me, I'll not bestow my cock upon you again."
He then reinserted his cock and sped up his thrusts, hitting her G spot over and over. Renee clamped her legs around Andre's back, urging him to bring her to a blissful climax.
"Please Master."
No response. Renee's need was urgent.
"Please Master, I beg of you."
No response. Renee did not believe she could hold out a moment more.
"Are you my fuckhole?"
"YES, I'm your whore fuckhole!"
"Does your undeserving fuckhole cunt want my cum?"
"YES YES, my undeserving whore cunt wants your precious cum!!"
"Cum my little whore."
Renee locked her legs around Andre's back to keep his cock deep insider her while she was cumming. She held him there until her successive waves of pleasure died down to a ripple. Andre came inside her as her cunt flexed, squeezing every drop of cum out of his cock. She eased her legs, allowing Andre to withdraw, leaving her cunt dripping cum into a puddle on Renee's mattress.
"My beautiful rose. Your pussy is so delightful and it can easily receive my length. Next time we will start on your ass."
Renee trembled during the slow descent from her orgasm with the knowledge her virgin ass would receive its first visitor.
Chapter Four
The next time Andre returned he had a small butt plug in his hand. Andre summoned Renee over to him. "Lick this little one and then spit on my hand." Renee did so.
Andre used his spit soaked hand to lubricate Renee's asshole. Renee braced herself for the foreign invader but it pushed into her ass with relative ease.
"Keep this in your ass until I return. If it falls out you will be punished. If you masturbate and cum you will be punished."
Every time Renee moved the plug would cause her to feel a sensation, though not unpleasant, was uncomfortable. It was only after a period of adjustment that the plug caused a dull throbbing in her pussy that felt like an itch that needed to be scratched. Renee waited in the hopes that Andre would itch that scratch, but Andre didn't return before Renee felt an overpowering urge to fall asleep. Renee had a fitful session of sleep as the plug would shift from time to time waking her up. Each time Renee was jarred awake she would have to resist the urge to masturbate.
As Renee was pacing the room to relieve her discomfort Andre entered the room. Renee knelt by her bed, keenly aware of the plug was having its intended effect on her pussy. Andre stepped behind Renee and pulled the plug out with a "pop." He was easily able to insert two fingers in Renee's ass. Andre then started rubbing Renee's pussy, causing her to immediately beg for relief. Renee had a satisfying orgasm after which Andre inserted a slightly larger plug.
This process was repeated for several cycles with Renee's period of discomfort increasing with the bigger sizes of plugs. Finally Renee was able to accommodate a plug the width of Andre's cock. She now craved vigorous anal stimulation when she had an orgasm. She could feel the nerves in her rectum pulsing when Andre used his fingers to stimulate her and soon became attuned to the tingle in her ass presaging an orgasm.
The next time Andre appeared he asked Renee, "Do you want me to fuck your ass?"
"More than anything Master."
"Is your ass another fuckhole for your Master?"
"Yes Master, I am a slut and a slut needs her virgin asshole fucked."
"Very well. Get on your knees and use your hands to spread your ass."
Renee pulled her cheeks of her ass apart. Andre pulled out the plug and was greeted with a gaping asshole. Renee had been anticipating this event and desperately wanted to bring this aspect of her training to completion.
"Excellent slut. Hold your asshole open."
Renee held her cheeks apart and concentrated on keeping the muscles of her anal ring relaxed so that her asshole would not snap shut. Andre positioned his cock at her anal ring and inserted his cock. The first few inches went in easily. As Andre pushed further Renee began taking rapid breaths as the sensation of fullness overwhelmed her senses. As the sense of fullness subsided Renee was still experiencing pain. Andre was slow with his strokes as Renee shed the pain and started experiencing an incredible sense of warmth that radiated though her clit.
"Touch yourself my pet."
Renee started rubbing her clit, enjoying the pleasure from her superheated cunt as Andre began to pick up speed. She started feeling the building of an orgasm with a tingling sensation deep within her ass that rapidly spread to her whole body. Her body started vibrating like a jet undergoing heavy turbulence, tossing Renee's body about. She started asking for permission to cum but was unable to form the words in her mouth. Only babble came out.
"Did you want to cum my beautiful slut?"
"ARGH . . . Yes" replied Renee with clenched teeth.
"Are you a worthless slut with an ass begging for cock?"
Renee no longer could answer. Instead, she emitted a high pitched whine. Andre pounded Renee's ass in a rapid fire action.
"Cum my little slut."
"Ooooooohhhhhhh Godddddddddd!" Renee felt like her head exploded. She hit "8.3" on the Richter scale and the tsunami came out of her pussy in a gush, soaking Andre and her mattress.
Renee started to weep.
"Why are you crying my pet?"
"These are tears of joy. I couldn't believe I could experience so much pleasure through the act of sex. Thank you Master for giving me such a gift."
Andre smiled and sat Indian style next to Renee, taking her head in his lap and stroking her hair until she was sound asleep. He then carried her out of her room and down the hallway to a private bedroom with a four poster bed, bathroom and closet, and thick plush carpeting under foot. Renee slept like the dead.
Chapter Five
Renee's training as a cock slut was complete, as was her submission to Andre. Renee's discoveries were not limited to the physical. She also realized that she no longer questioned everything. Her world revolved around Andre and her obedience to him was absolute. Renee now felt she lacked the capacity to defy Andre or to even question the motivations behind his commands.
Renee was now living in a small comfortable bedroom that contained a private bathroom and a closet filled with clothes that were clearly chosen for her. There was a clock on the wall and a window to the outside, so for the first time since her arrival she knew what time it was and could see daylight and the outside.
Renee first act in her new room was to take a long shower. Since Renee had nothing but sponge baths in her room the spray of hot water on her skin seemed like a blissful excess. The pleasure of washing herself was so immense Renee ended up shampooing her hair and washing her body three times. Thoroughly refreshed, Renee went into the closet and selected a simple V neck top, jeans and a pair of comfortable shoes. She sat in an armchair facing the window and saw for the first time that her residence was near the Pacific Ocean. She could see waves crashing on a rocky beach and the afternoon fog waiting to come in with the setting sun.
At about 7 p.m. Andre came to fetch her for dinner. Renee was brought to a small but elegant dining room where servants attended to them. They enjoyed a simple meal of roast beef, potatoes and vegetables and a glass of vintage Bordeaux. They ate their dinner in silence, savoring every morsel of the tasty meal.
As the servants came to pour coffee Andre began the conversation. "Little slut, you have exceeded our expectations on the first phase of your training. You now are at a crossroads. As you know, our lifestyle also embraces pain as a way to bring pleasure to both partners. It is not for everyone. If you choose to move forward with your training as a pain slut you can always say the safe word and end your training. Because you have already completed your training as a cock slut, if you fail to complete the remaining part of your training as a pain slut, you will be entered into the Auction as a cock slut. However, if you complete your training as a pain slut, and elect to be in entered into the Auction as a pain slut, you will likely receive at least 50% more than what you would have earned as a cock slut. It is not unheard of for a desirable pain slut to be auctioned off for $1 million or more. It is for you to decide."
"Sir, tell me what to do."
"This is one decision I cannot make for you. Even though I control your body I respect it, and becoming a pain slut means that your body may in many respects no longer belong to you. Although Masters may not permanently injure a pain slut, there are some that are quite harsh, so if you pursue this lifestyle you will be subject to people that are used to living on the edge."
"Sir, what would you do if you were me?"
"That is a difficult question. I've trained many pain sluts. I believe that given your youthful beauty, including your angelic face, your smaller stature, and your unabashed enthusiasm for sex, you will be a compelling draw for many potential Masters. You also have a high tolerance for pain and are highly trainable. I would try this lifestyle, as you may always withdraw without an adverse consequence other than your time."
"I want to try," said Renee without hesitation. She had great faith in the judgment of her Master and a lasting impression from the videos she watched of women being whipped and then fucked to rousing orgasms.
"Very well. We will begin your training tomorrow morning at 8."
Promptly at 8, Andre appeared at Renee's door. Renee was already naked and in a kneeling position by her bed.
Andre led her down the hallway to a room equipped with a spanking bench, St. Andrew's cross, a cabinet containing a host of spanking implements, as well as ropes and clamps. Andre closed the door behind them.
Renee was strapped to the bench, the two cheeks of her ass fully exposed. Renee panted with anticipation as she has never experienced any sort of corporal punishment before, even as a child. How much will it hurt? Will I really enjoy it?
Andre selected two different leather paddles from the cabinet. He held them before Renee's eyes. "This paddle is made with moose hide and will be softer on your bottom. It will create a bright red glow and will make you feel antsy, like when you feel you can't sit still. This paddle is made with deerskin and will create more sting. The pain will be more intense but it will fade away more quickly. Which one do you want me to use?"
Renee pondered her choice. Even though she hated feeling antsy, she hoped to start slowly, so she selected the moose hide paddle. "Kiss this paddle. Then ask me for it. And let me know when you'd like me to stop."
Andre caressed Renee's ass with the paddle and slowly moved it up her body until it reached her face. He circled each cheek and then held the paddle in front of her mouth. Renee was aroused by the feel of the paddle on her body yet nervous about what was to come. She lovingly kissed the paddle.
"Please Master, paddle my ass. I love your paddle."
Renee steeled herself for the first blow. Andre anticipated her action and patiently waited until Renee relaxed the cheeks of her ass. Then he took a full swing, solidly connecting with the right cheek of Renee's ass. It was hard enough that Renee bounced a few inches off the bench. Renee was startled by the sharp stinging sensation. She found it was tolerable, but also that it gave her no pleasure. After about 15 seconds, another blow to her left cheek. Renee had the same reaction. Andre then caressed the cheeks of Renee's ass, allowing the pain and the warming sensation to spread throughout Renee's body. As Andre went through a dozen sets of blows, followed by soft caresses, Renee was now starting to feel the cumulative effects of the paddling. The pain has gotten much worse and her body was now warm and tingly. She was perspiring profusely. Her ass now was an angry red. She started crying. After another dozen blows Renee found the pain to be unbearable. After six more she had no more tears to give. Her bottom was on fire. That hot glow spread to the extremities of her body. She was now struggling mightily against her bonds as an antsy sensation took hold. Renee said "stop."
Andre replied "We have reached what you believe is your threshold of pain, but it is not. I will continue until I believe we have lighted a fire not only in your ass but also in your cunt and tits. And remember, you can always say the safe word."
Andre stood above her with the paddle. Between sobs, Renee now pleaded for Andre to stop. Andre continued. After the third blow Renee no longer steeled herself for the blows. They rained down on her ass, and she now felt a bright glow in her pussy, and her nipples have now become sensitive to the friction against the bench. Renee felt an urgent need for her release.
"Please Master, make me cum."
Andre stopped. He dipped two fingers into Renee's sodden cunt. Renee stiffened like a board, longing for Andre to fuck her to a rousing orgasm. Instead he pulled his fingers out and licked off the copious fluids.
Andre knelt by Renee's head and started stroking her hair. "Excellent Renee. The spanking has aroused you. Do not touch yourself. I will release you from your bonds. Assume your position by the bench and await my return.
"Yes Master." Renee assumed a kneeling position next to the bench. She was white hot with desire. She exerted every ounce of willpower to keep herself from fingering herself to a quick and satisfying orgasm. Andre did not return right away and Renee's need increased with each passing minute. Renee rested her hand against her sopping pussy and when her resolve was about to dissipate Andre appeared again.
Renee was again bound to the bench and Andre administered the same spanking, waiting for Renee's request to stop. Again Andre believed Renee could absorb more and continued the paddling. Andre waited until Renee lost her will to resist and then stopped. He didn't need to dip his fingers into Renee's cunt to know that it was begging for relief.
Renee asked again, "Please Master, I beg you to let me cum."
Andre gave a satisfied smile to Renee, knowing that the training would take hold. "No, my little slut. We must be patient."
Two more cycles of paddling ensued. After each session Renee's pleas for relief became more urgent and passionate. She had never felt such a need for release. She didn't know the limits she could tolerate for withholding her release but believed she could not endure one more session. She resolved to defy her Master if this went on past one more cycle.
Andre returned and again strapped Renee to the spanking bench. This time he increased the intensity of the paddling. Every stroke was met with tears and high pitched whines for relief. Renee finally reached the point of exhaustion and her voice became a shallow whimper. Andre stopped.
"Do you want to cum little whore? Thank me for the paddling and beg for your release."
"Thank you Master for the paddling. I didn't know I could be excited to this level and I cannot bear one more stroke without securing my release. I beg of you to allow me this release!"
Andre dipped two fingers in Renee's drenched pussy and then inserted them roughly into her ass. He pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, feeling for the pulsing and contractions deep in her rectum that precede her climax. Once satisfied that Renee was close, he took his other hand and rubbed her clit vigorously. Renee's entire body was vibrating like a tuning fork.
"Cum little slut."
Renee convulsed in the most violent and intense orgasm of her life. She felt as if the force of her contractions would rip her body apart. Her pussy didn't just leak fluids; it forcefully ejected them in a gush. She pushed back hard against Andre's fingers to assure their maximum penetration in her ass. The ripples of her orgasm, instead of lessening in intensity, become even more intense until Renee used up every ounce of energy and laid limp on the bench. Andre unfastened Renee's bonds and carried her to her bed, stroking her hair and face until she fell into a long and dreamless sleep.
Renee was allowed to rest for two days. By the third day Andre introduced Renee to the calf leather flogger. Andre went through the same ritual as the paddle, having Renee kiss and make love to his flogger before he used it. Andre again brought Renee to the edge of her release multiple times. Andre and Renee reached a deep understanding as to Renee's tolerance for pain and the right time to grant her release. Renee now knew that she could enjoy pain and that the fruits of that pain were the most satisfying orgasms of her life.
Then Andre introduced her to the cane. Andre selected a rattan cane and chained Renee to the St. Andrew's cross by clipping the "D" rings on her cuffs to it. "Renee, this is one of the most severe and intense forms of inflicting pain on a submissive. I am only using it because you have demonstrated an extraordinary tolerance to pain and that pain has translated to the most intense pleasure you have ever felt. I will go slowly and allow you to understand all of the sensations of this form of punishment. I will not go beyond your own limits, so if you ask me to stop I will do so. Would you like me to proceed?"
"Yes Sir. I want to experience the cane. I didn't think I would come to enjoy pain, but I do. I want to know the limits of my body." Renee felt compelled to test the edge. She could feel the raw edges of the leather cuffs rubbing against her wrists and the hard cold surface of the cross pressed against her naked body.
"Very well. Try to control your breathing. Concentrate on it. Slow deep breathing will control and dissipate the pain." Andre's experience told him that caning was all about the control of the submissive. Could the submissive confront the pain and externalize or dissipate it through breathing, mind control, or just screaming?
Andre first stood next to the cross and ran the tip of the cane under Renee's nose. "Make love to my cane," Andre commanded. Renee opened her mouth and allowed Andre to slide the cane across her tongue, wetting the tip. Andre then swished the cane so it struck near Renee's left ear. The sound and the impact caused Renee to flinch against her bonds. Andre wanted Renee to understand that part of the pain of the cane was the fear of it. Renee's level of apprehension multiplied, and she prepared herself to say stop after the first stroke.
SWISH/SNAP! Andre administered a light stroke to the right cheek of Renee's bottom. Renee however felt as if the right cheek of her bottom had exploded. Renee forgot about controlling her breathing and let out a blood curdling scream. She started to hyperventilate and panic crept into her mind.
Andre paused. "Shall I continue little one? Remember, control your breathing."
Andre lightly traced the tip of the cane across Renee's right cheek and the area he had just scored, causing Renee to clench her anus in anticipation of the next stroke. She was also processing the intense pain as it faded slightly and caused her pussy to twitch. She caught her breath and the sense of panic faded as well. "Yes Master, one more please."
SWISH/SNAP! A light stroke hits the left cheek of her bottom. Again an explosion of pain. Even though Renee knew exactly what to expect she again let out a blood curdling scream. She waited for the pain to diminish and for the glow in her pussy to increase. "Breathe, breathe," she told herself.
Andre paused to stroke her pussy, now saturated with the evidence of her need. Renee flinched at the intense sensation as if she had absorbed another blow from Andre's cane.
Andre administered four more strokes to each cheek. Renee's bottom was now laced with red welts across them. The skin had already begun to raise, and the color on the welt itself was in some places turning from dark red to purple. Renee was crying hard and at the same time gulping for air. She hung limp against her bonds while still attached to the St. Andrew's cross.
Andre waited until Renee's convulsive sobbing stopped. He approached her and noticed that the juices from her pussy had begun to run down both of her legs. He dipped his erect penis in Renee's pussy to lubricate it. Renee suddenly snapped to attention and cried out, though this time in pleasure. Andre then took his cock out and slowly inserted it into Renee's ass. Renee gasped, and then started sucking air as the pleasure from Andre's cock caused her to immediately ascend to orgasm. Renee pushed her hips back to speed up Andre's advance, but Andre in turn pulled back so that he could continue the agonizingly slow entry. Andre then reached underneath Renee and took the flat of his palm and rubbed it back and forth slowly against her distended clit while pushing deeper into Renee's ass.
Sensing Renee's release was imminent Andre gave permission to cum. Renee exploded in orgasm and gushed liquid on the floor. She slammed her body over and over against the St. Andrew's cross and tested the holding power of her bonds as her orgasm oscillated through her body. The spasms in Renee's back channel triggered Andre's release as well. He withdrew his penis, now limp, and watched his cum trickle down the back of Renee's legs as she slowly relaxed and became limp again against her bonds. Renee had never felt a feeling so deliciously exquisite as the cocktail of intense pain mixed with extreme pleasure.
Andre released Renee from her bonds. He carefully laid her on her side on a nearby leather sofa with her scored bottom facing away from the sofa. He retrieved a container of salve from the cabinet and massaged it gently into Renee's fresh wounds. As he was rubbing the swale of Renee's back he whispered "My pet, you have exceeded my expectations as a pain slut. You have been able to take the cane on the first try and you have experienced both the extreme pain and pleasure it can give. Our Masters understand that this form of punishment must be meted out sparingly, but it is good to know that you can not only handle it but can push the limits of your pleasure as well."
Renee managed a weak smile at her Master's compliment.
Andre allowed Renee to rest for three days. On the fourth day he visited her room. Renee was kneeling by her bed. Andre pulled her up on her bed and sat next to her.
"My dear pet. We will allow you to experience various types of nipple clamps, hot wax and rope bondage but I fully expect you will become the master of those practices as well. I will let others show you those practices as this completes my personal participation in your training. You were an excellent submissive and I am proud to be your Master."
"Master, it is I who am proud to be your submissive. You have my undying devotion and obedience. You have shown me the world of pain and pleasure and for that I am forever grateful. I will never forget you."
"Treat your other Masters as if they were me. I bid you my leave." Andre kissed Renee on the cheek and left the room.
Renee did complete her training with her other training Masters. She found that hot wax was an interesting but not overly stimulating sexual practice, but that her nipples were quite receptive to clamps, and a combination of bondage, the clamps, and a spanking with a paddle allowed her to reach her maximum level of pleasure. She was not caned again. She had been given a three day break from her training and told her next phase of her training would begin at the end of that three day break.
Chapter Six
On the morning of the fourth day, there was a knock on her bedroom door. Renee, clad only in a bathrobe, answered the door. It's Luc and Linnea! Renee cried out in joy and the three of them embraced tightly.
"I'm so happy to see familiar faces. I've been here for five weeks and haven't been away from this facility. Why are you here?" asked Renee.
"For business and pleasure," replied Luc. "We are here to complete your training and to make your video for the auction. We are also here because we're your friends and wanted to enjoy your last days here with you. After your training is complete, we'll take you for a tour around San Francisco. My guess is that you'll be entered into the Auction in about two weeks."
"So what's left in my training?"
"Us. In particular Linnea. The one thing you haven't done is learn to make love to a woman. Linnea is here to show you. Linnea was once a cock slut and participated in one of the first Auctions. I'll also direct your video."
Renee was anxious to begin the last phase of her training. She had fond memories of her time with Luc and Linnea. She was the only woman Renee had ever had sex with. Renee was strongly attracted to Linnea and felt she always had a strong bond with her.
As Renee was thinking about making love to Linnea, Andre walked into the room to greet Luc and Linnea.
"Andre, you've done a remarkable job in such a short period of time," Luc said with admiration in his voice.
"The little slut is a good student," answered Andre.
"Well, I just wanted to say hi to you. I'll leave you to resume your happy reunion. Little slut, obey Master Luc and Mistress Linnea as you would me."
"Yes Master."
"Let's start tomorrow morning," said Luc. We'll have time today to rest and then enjoy dinner together."
The evening is spent mostly discussing Renee's training and what she learned. Renee learned that Linnea did not complete the pain slut training and that she did not even reach the caning portion of the training. She stopped when she was introduced to the flogger. Renee licked her lips in thinking about Linnea's lily white ass being striped by a flogger. Renee also learned that Linnea was in a previous Auction and that another Master purchased her. Linnea spent two years in Hong Kong with an Asian banker. She found it to be an exhilarating experience, being exposed to a new culture and engaging in nonstop sex for two years. Renee thought about the alluring contrast of Linnea's classic Scandinavian appearance against the black hair and golden skin of Asian men and women. Renee was told that it was only after the completion of her two year contract that she connected with Luc.
The following morning Luc and Linnea came to retrieve Renee from her bedroom. Renee was kneeling by her bed, as she was treating Luc and Linnea as her Master and Mistress. They went together to a "playroom" that had a solid four poster bed, a spanking bench, an armchair, and a cabinet with all of the usual goodies.
Linnea was wearing only a bathrobe and dropped it to the floor. Renee had only seen Linnea prone in her bed or on a chair, so seeing Linnea standing before her naked aroused her, as her beauty was reflected through her cobalt blue eyes, firm breasts, and long legs.
Linnea took Renee to the bed. Luc settled into the armchair to watch, and with his robe open, started to stroke his cock.
Linnea first started by kissing Renee. Renee had never been kissed like this, so deeply and with such passion. Renee tried to return the kisses in kind, and after a few minutes in a deep embrace, felt a fire rising deep in her belly. Linnea then pushed Renee flat on her back on the bed and began licking and sucking each nipple and using her hand to massage Renee's clit. Linnea probed for Renee's G-spot and elicited a heavy sigh when she found it. Linnea was a master at touching Renee, bringing her higher and higher, and then stopping, only to begin again. Renee felt the approach of her orgasm and signaled her release was near. Linnea withheld consent, wanting to explore the limits of Renee's will to heed her Mistress's wishes. Renee did not cry out but it was clear from the quaking of her body that it was only a slender reed of obedience that was holding back Renee's onrush of pleasure. When permission was finally granted, Renee did not push Linnea away, but rather pulled her closer, kissing Linnea with the same passion as Linnea's first embrace. They held each other closely until Renee floated to the ground.
Linnea then asserted control over Renee, directing Renee to those spots that Linnea found most satisfying. Renee luxuriated in the directions given by Linnea and by the reactions her tongue and fingers elicited from Linnea. Renee beamed at the notion that she was pleasing her Mistress and also mastering the art of pleasuring a woman. The thought also crept into her mind that her destiny lay with women and not with men.
The next day they shot the Auction video. Luc insisted that the video begin as a voyeur in Renee's bedroom, with Renee naked, but in her heels, putting on her make-up and then putting on her bra and panties and a full length dress. The next vignette showed Renee modeling her elegant full length gown with her hair and make-up done as if she was attending a formal event. She was sipping champagne from a crystal flute. The music went from light and airy to ominous. The next scene showed Slave number 4 entering a room with a hooded Renee, shuffling her feet with her wrists chained together and her ankles chained together. Slave number 4 removed Renee's hood, allowing her brown hair to tousle about her head. Renee recognized Slave number 4 from her first day of training. She was the slave that had conducted the bulk of her first inspection. Slave number 4 was dressed to the hilt for the video. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her substantial breasts protruded up and over her black lace bustier. Each of her erect nipples was pierced with a rose gold straight barbell. She wore thigh high platform leather boots with 5 inch heels.
Slave number 4 methodically attached Renee's cuffed wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling so that Renee's arms were at 45 degree angles from her body. She then chained Renee's cuffed ankles to "O" rings embedded in the floor so that Renee's legs were similarly at 45 degree angles from her body. Renee's naked body, but for her 5 inch heels, was splayed in an "X." Her body had a sheen to it from a combination of her anxiety and the bright lights used to shoot the video, and her muscles displayed great definition with her body stretched in four different directions and her legs balanced on high heels.
Slave number 4 approached Renee and grasped one of her nipples in each hand, pulling them upwards at an unnatural angle until Renee's breasts were at their full extension. She then stared into Renee's eyes.
"Are you ready to please your Mistress?"
Renee was outwardly calm but inwardly apprehensive about the punishment about to be meted out. "I am Mistress."
Renee was then asked to look straight into the camera and recite her name, age, height, weight, cup size, length of nipples and length of clit.
Mistress started the session by an open palm spanking, alternating cheeks until each of them was a bright red. Renee was already visibly perspiring. Renee was happy to begin the session with a spanking, as it helped develop a warm glow in her body and melted away the anxiety brought on by the video crew and the bright lights. She concentrated on taking herself to that compartmentalized subspace where her universe contracted to just her Mistress and herself with everything else fading to background noise.
Mistress picked up two clothes pin style nipple clamps. She pulled up one of Renee's nipples, stretching it upwards to her mouth. She held the nipple in her mouth and then held Renee's breast in her hand, circling her nipple with her tongue until the nipple was fully erect. Mistress then applied the clamp, eliciting a sharp exhale from Renee. Mistress repeated the same procedure to Renee's other nipple and then attached the two clamps together with a chain and then hung a small weight to the chain.
Mistress then walked over to the wall where assorted instruments of pain were suspended from hooks on the wall. She caressed the braided bullwhip and removed the coiled whip from its resting place. She walked in front of Renee and held the popper, which consisted of two separate leather strands that extended beyond the fall like the forked tongue of a serpent, and ran them slowly across Renee's cheek. Renee instinctively turned her head away from her Mistress, which brought an immediate rebuke in the form of a light slap to Renee's exposed cheek.
Mistress took three steps away from Renee and held the popper in her left hand and the braided handle of the bullwhip in her right. She curled her right wrist and then snapped it forward, letting go of the popper and having it explode just inches from Renee's left ear. The sharp snapping sound made Renee flinch and for the weight on the nipple chain to swing wildly back and forth, pulling on Renee's nipples and causing a flush to her cheeks. Mistress then gathered the popper again in her left hand and flexed her right wrist back and forth until she pulled back her wrist and let go a full stroke aimed at Renee's waist. The thong of the whip went around Renee's back and the popper exploded on Renee's right ass cheek. Renee screamed as the end of the popper left angry red welts on her ass. Renee immediately started sobbing but her training forced her to say "One. Mistress, may I have another?"
Mistress took half a step back and twirled the popper in her left hand. She then flexed her right wrist and stepped forward with a more forceful lash with the serpent's tongues kissing the left cheek of Renee's ass. The snap of the popper caused Renee to let go a full throated bellow as the pain coursed through her body. She jerked her body upward, causing the weight on the nipple chain to go upward as well. As Renee relaxed, the weight went downward with equal force, pulling her clamps and causing a secondary round of pain from her nipples that collided with the pain emanating from her ass.
"Two Mistress," sobbed Renee. She could barely choke out "May I have another?"
Mistress unfurled the whip and went higher, with the thong wrapping around the small of her back and the popper striking just below her right armpit. Renee howled in pain as her tender flesh gave way to the bite of the two headed popper.
"Three Mistress. I beg of you no more. Please, please Mistress."
Mistress stepped behind Renee and ran her hands lightly over the areas that received the bite of the lash. Renee shuddered at the light touch and was now sweating profusely. Mistress stepped back to line up one final lash, this time biting Renee on the back of her right thigh. Renee's right ankle buckled and she listed far to the right with her full weight on her left wrist. She was sobbing uncontrollably and her tears had run her mascara down her face. As she caught her breath she steadied herself on her right foot and relieved the pressure on her left wrist. She was still panting heavily and her eyes had a wild look in them.
Mistress stepped forward and released the left nipple clamp, causing Renee to snap backwards as the blood started coursing through that tortured nipple. Mistress heightened the sensation by rolling the nipple between her fingers. Renee screamed at the intensity of the sensation. Mistress repeated the same process with Renee's right nipple. Renee was shaking as the pain, the prickly heat from the lash, and the pins and needles sensation from the blood flow to her nipples made her one raw nerve. Mistress lowered her hand to touch Renee's overflowing cunt and jammed three fingers inside, pulling upward to massage Renee's G spot and clit.
"Mistress!!!" is all that Renee could articulate as the wet heat from her cunt ignited every nerve ending in her body.
Mistress commanded, "Cum you slut!"
Renee started flailing her arms and legs as her orgasm seized control of her body. The strength of the chains holding her wrist and ankle cuffs was tested as Renee jerked at her bonds. Mistress continued to pump her fingers in Renee's cunt with liquid visibly spilling on the cement floor below. The front and rear cameras caught it all, continuing to film as Renee's shaking reduced itself to irregular spasms. The final frame of the video showed Renee's head hanging down with her chin touching her chest, her hair disheveled, and her mascara streaking down to the bottom of her cheeks. A faint smile can be seen on her face. The screen faded to black.
TO COME: Renee's inspection tour around the world and the results of the Auction.
