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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 10 -- Weight Training

   ( ff bd ds feet shoes ir Fdom Mdom )

   The atmosphere in the chamber was warm and heavy with tension.  Lisa was
standing quietly by the side of the horse, that mount of pleasure and pain,
still breathing heavily from the exertions of the tremendous orgasm she had
just enjoyed.  She knew that the ordeal yet to come, the suspension in the
sling, was both enjoyable, in the sense of exposure, of humiliation, but
awesome in the sense of the unknown, the unknown pleasure that the Master
and Mistress had planned for their entertainment.

   In the meantime, Karen, standing across the horse from Lisa, looked over
at Andy, still with his hands now shackled again and his cock still in the
erect state that had seemed to become a part of him.  She wondered just
what was in store for her.  The thought of being fucked was indeed a
pleasurable one for her, she had become increasingly desperate for the feel
of a warm swollen male member deep inside her even as her torments with
Lisa had unfolded.  Indeed the remembrance of the way that the Master had
filled her, had driven her to incredible heights of pleasure, was still
fresh in her mind.

   A voice broke the silence as Greta stood up and spoke.

   'Now, my fine young ladies, you have pleased me greatly with your
performance, you both did well to hold back your orgasm for as long as you
did, but, never fear you will both do better in future, Especially you,'
she cupped Karen's full, heavy, smooth left breast, 'you, my dear, will
become the star attraction at our little gatherings!'

   Karen felt a twinge of fear, what did this latest comment, this
compliment even, imply.

   'Oh yes, you and Lisa will provide some interesting diversions for our
guests, and some very special pleasures for our special friends!'

   Lisa looked across at Karen and showed her own apprehension, even though
she had already had some experience of the "Gatherings" in the great house
and especially the special affairs held down in the dungeon for some very
select guests.

   'Never fear', Karl continued for his wife, 'you will be fully instructed
in your duties.'

   At this point he turned his attention to Andy who as still stood in a
suitable humble manner awaiting his fate.

   'Mmmmmmm, now what shall we do with you?', he mused, 'some pain is
needed to remind you of your status in this house, do you agree my dear?',
he looked at his wife, who, back in her chair, was looking quite flushed.

   Karen looked at her and thought that perhaps her Mistress was flushed
for a very good reason; she had clearly enjoyed watching the two girls in
their sweet torment.  Surely she had not had an orgasm, a very discreet
orgasm, of her own.

   'Strap him to the frame', her voice was hoarse, her mouth dry, 'and give
him some weight training.'

   Karen smiled inwardly, yes, she had had a very private cum, the flushed
face, the husky voice, Karen knew the signs so well.

   Following his wife's advice, Karl pushed Andy across the floor to the
frame so recently occupied by Karen's naked body.

   'Come here my slave and tie your boy friend into position', commanded
the Master, 'and make sure the straps are very very tight, we don't want
him to move and spoil our fun do we?'

   Andy stood against the frame, his arms stretched above his head as Karen
strapped his right wrist to the beam.  She strapped the other wrist, and,
as she pulled it tight she mused to herself that the feeling, the smell,
the texture of a well used leather strap was indeed an erotic pleasure. 
Small wonder, she thought, that so many of the accessories and toys in this
room, this chamber of torment, this chamber of pleasure, were made of the
same black supple material.  Clearly Karl and Greta knew the sensual
pleasure that seemed to be the almost exclusive domain of leather.

   She focused her mind on her task and bent to strap Andys ankles to the
lowest point of the frame.

   'Well done my dear, now strap his head to the strut behind him, I don't
want him to be able to see just what we have in store for him.  And just
strap this around his meagre cock, it may help him!'

   Karen stood up on tip toe, her feet still bare and unshod, and used a
broad leather strap across his forehead and around the strut.  Now Andy was
fully stretched, fully exposed and utterly helpless.  Even in this
position, his cock was still semi rigid, but, to the watching girls, it was
unclear whether this was due to the restraining strap round his cock or
anticipation of pleasures yet to come.

   Karl, of course, knew well enough that the presence of a tight leather
thong around the base of his own cock produced a distinctly enjoyable
sensation.

   Karen stood back, her task seemingly finished.

   'Oh no my dear, you are going to be the instrument of pleasure here',
Karl had seated himself, 'you will be doing the work on your friend.  Do it
well or you know the consequences!'

   'Yes my Master, how may I please you?' Karen murmured.

   Karl smiled inwardly, he knew exactly how she would be pleasing him, in
every sense of the word.

   'You can remove your collar and place this one instead around your sweet
neck.'

   Karen removed the slim collar, the only covering she had worn she had
worn since waking, as he passed her a broad leather collar, sufficiently
wide that, when buckled up would prevent her from lowering her head or even
moving it more than a fraction from side to side.

   'Oh yes, the posture training is good for her my dear', Greta, clapping
her hands, spoke across to her husband, 'she will learn to love the
restraint that it gives her.'

   Karen tried to move her head and found that it was impossible to look
downwards unless she bent her whole upper body, no more furtive glances
were possible, even sideways movement meant she had to make exaggerated
movements.

   'My dear, your shoes, your shoes, never forget a well trained slave may
be permitted to wear her heels, if it pleases her Master.'

   Karen walked across in her bare feet to the bench where Lisa had placed
her spike heeled sandals only a few short hours ago.  She picked them up,
carefully feeling the heel, the smooth sensuous curves, the straps, the
fine black leather thongs to wrap around her bare feet.  She bent over to
slip her feet into them and fix the tiny buckles.

   'Carefully, my slave, move carefully!', Greta advised her.

   Karen began to understand the problems a such a wide collar could
produce, even the simple act of fixing the straps around her feet, a task
she had performed a thousand times, was that much harder.  Had they been
normal pumps of course she could have slipped her feet in easily but, with
strappy sandals, it was necessary to take care in fastening the tiny
buckles.  At last, and it had seemed to take a long time, Karen fixed the
straps around her feet and ankles and walked in a stately manner back to
the side of Karl.

   'You see, my dear, what a difference a pair of heels and a posture
collar make, she moves so well.'

   Karen understood that the praise was intended for her ears as well, and
she felt pleased.  She had done something that her new owners approved.

   'Let the fun begin!', Karl looked at his wife, 'what shall we do first?'

   Greta thought for a moment and suggested

   'Why not work on his nipples, why should a mere male be treated any
different to my girls?'.  She smiled evilly,

   'Karen, my slave, rub some of this on each of his nipples.' She handed
Karen a tube, which, she saw was nothing more than a tube of quite ordinary
menthol toothpaste.

   'Oh yes, he'll have quite a surprise when you rub some of that in each
nipple.  Go on, start work.'

   Karen walked across the floor, her spike heels tapping out loud in the
expectant silence.  As she got near her lover he tried to look down at her
but his head was too firmly strapped and he had no clear idea of what she
was going to do.  Karen opened the tube and squeezed a little on her
forefinger.  She paused and with a slow circular motion she began to rub
this innocuous cream into his right nipple.  Andy felt a cool sensation,
nothing more, other than the pleasure of having his nipple rubbed.

   Karen stopped and began work on his left nipple, giving him the same
sensation.  He began to wonder if that was all he would feel when, quite
suddenly the sharp sensation, the stinging sensation, hit his right nipple.
As it did he caught a slight whiff of something familiar, something he
couldn't quite place.  As he wondered a similar stinging, almost burning,
sensation began in his left nipple.  Suddenly he realised, it was nothing
more than ordinary toothpaste; then he realised, that which felt cool and
refreshing in his mouth whenever he cleaned his teeth gave an altogether
different sensation when applied to more sensitive flesh.  The burning
sensation intensified and, as Karen moved away, he began to feel a change
from the original sting to a more pleasant glow, a distinctly enjoyable
feeling.  Yes!  This was definitely something he felt he would not object
to in the future.

   Karen could see from his reactions that indeed this simple device was
capable of arousing some quite strong erotic sensations.  Perhaps she could
....  but her reverie was interrupted by Karl

   'Go and get a pair of those nipple clamps from my table over there.'

   Karen clicked her way across the floor, as her Master enjoyed the sight
of her naked body swaying slightly on the six inch heels, every step making
her heavy, pendulous, breasts sway gently.  So erotic, he thought to
himself, will I ever get tired of seeing such fine tits jiggling front of
me?

   Karen picked up a pair of clips and held them up for his approval.

   'Yes, they will be fine, go and attach them to your friend.'.  Karen
walked back, as both Karl and Greta enjoyed the view.

   Once again she started with the right nipple.  She thought to herself,
as she often had in the past, how small the average mans nipple really was,
nothing to pull, and pleasure, like her own swollen cherries.  She had
learned in what seemed another, earlier, life that Andy loved his nipples
teased and she knew that she would have to pinch them to make them
sufficiently erect to be able to fit the clips in her hand.  As she did so
Andy drew breath sharply.  The application of the menthol based cream had
sensitised his nipples to an extent he had not believed possible.  Then, as
Karen managed to clip the nipple, he felt the full pressure, the pain even,
as the clip bit home and hung from his flesh, the weight of it adding to
his distress.

   Karen, oblivious to his feelings, and intent on her task, moved to his
other nipple and repeated the process, before she stepped away.  It was
clear, from his increasing erection, that the clamps had the desired effect
on Andy.  He was feeling the kind of pain that Karen had become familiar
with in the past; after all, she thought, we women have such sensitive
nipples, we can experience such pleasures and pains, why not a man too?

   As she moved away Karl and Greta surveyed Andy in his bondage.  His
nipples were clearly distended with the weight of the clips, but Greta
wanted more.

   'Karen-slut, go back and hang some of those weights on each miserable
nipple.'

   Karen teetered across to the bench and picked up four small lead, or was
it dull steel, weights, each slightly smaller than a golf ball.  She went
over to Andy and proceeded to hang one on each nipple clip, making him
wince with the added tension.

   'Good, good!', murmured the watching pair in unison.

   'And the others', Karl gave his instructions.

   Karen proceeded to hang the extra weights very gently and slowly and
only released them when she was sure that Andy was ready for the extra
torment.  This time the pain was quite evident, tears welled in the corners
of his eyes and he was obviously on the threshold between pleasure and
pain, with pain being at the front of his mind.

   'Mmmm, I like that, seeing him feel some real torment!' Karl seemed
quite enthralled at the sight of Andy hanging naked, with his nipples
extended and, for the moment at least, his cock a little less tumescent
than it had been.

   'Time for our next little game, my dear', Greta leaned over to her
husband and gently rubbed his crotch, squeezing his obviously distended
member.

   'We will fit him with the parachute next.  Karen-slut, go and fetch that
sweet device over and fit it to him.'

   Karen looked puzzled, this was something she was not familiar with.  As
she hesitated, Greta called across to the naked Lisa, still standing
against the wall.

   'Go and help her, my little slut, show her what it is and how to use,
she is still new to our little ways here.'

   Lisa padded across the room on her bare feet and stood by the side of
Karen.  Almost as if by accident she managed to brush against her heavy
tits as she reached for the strange contraption of leather and chains.  She
turned, beckoning Karen to follow, and made her way across to the helpless
Andy.

   The naked girls stood in front of him, presenting him with a view of
four, shapely, heavy, tits and four equally erotic nipples, but he was not
in the frame of mind to appreciate the true beauty and erotic nature of the
naked female body; his nipples were now quite painful and the feeling that
the weights had given him was still just on the point of real pain.

   With his head still firmly restrained he could only wonder what was to
happen to him next.  He suddenly felt a cool hand unstrapping the thin
leather thong that had been around his cock.  The hand felt cool and
smooth, and despite his discomfort he could not avoid feeling the first
tremors of excitement, after all it had been a long time since his cock had
been touched by anyone, let alone by a female hand.

   Lisa spoke softly to Karen, 'Here, as I hold his cock up I want you to
fasten this leather collar around the base of his balls, and make sure it
is tight.'

   Karen began to see the purpose of the device, even though the name still
had no meaning to her.  She noticed that the leather strap was, in reality,
more of a curved broad collar, with small fasteners to allow the user to
join the two ends together in as tight a manner as they could wish.  She
deftly fitted the curved collar around the sensitive area and pulled the
fasteners tight until she heard Andy gasp.  Stepping back she could see
that the chain now hung down to just above Andy's knees and were joined
together with a small hook.

   Once she had accomplished her task Karen moved away and was joined by
Lisa, who, reluctantly, had let go of the stiffening cock.

   'Oh, yes, my dear, I like that', Karl leaned over and smiled evilly at
his wife, 'now, girls, apply some weight to that chain and we'll see how
your man likes that!'

   Lisa, who had evidently had some experience in inflicting this kind of
torment, led Karen over to the bench where she pointed out a small box
holding a collection of what appeared to be lead weights, around the size
and shape of a small pear, each fitted with a small chain and loop at the
narrow end.  Lisa walked Karen back to the helpless Andy and hung one of
the weights on the chain.  Now, Karen could see the reason for the name
'parachute', the effect of the hanging chain and the curved collar was
exactly like a parachute, with the whole weight being borne by the
unfortunate victims testicles.

   'Yes, yes', Greta sat forward, her eyes bright with anticipation, 'keep
adding weights till I tell you to stop.'

   Taking turns Lisa and Karen added more weights until at last they heard
the command to stop.  It seemed that the luckless Andy was now supporting
well over a pound, almost two pounds at a guess, solely by his testicles,
his balls.  The sac was stretched further and longer than Karen had
believed possible and it was clear to all in the room that this was indeed
a painful experience, Andy's face was set in a grimace that conveyed some
of the tension he as feeling.

   Greta took command again and called across to Lisa.

   'Lisa-slut, you may move over and begin to play with his pitiful cock.'

   True indeed, the semi-erection that he had a few short minutes ago had
subsided as he fought to bear the new weight on his most delicate parts. 
Lisa moved closer and slowly began to stroke his almost flaccid cock with
her cool, long fingers.

   Karen had to admire her technique; despite his obvious discomfort,
slowly and inevitably, Andy's cock was beginning to rise again, the
thickening was evident as he felt the delicate stimulation.  Again, he was
passing the barrier between pain and pleasure and his cock was erecting
into a magnificent hard tool, harder and thicker, Karen thought, observing
from a distance, that she had thought possible.  Certainly Andy had felt
the earlier pain, the tension, but now that tension was adding to his
pleasure, to his arousal, and he decided that, yes, he liked it!

   'Keep working on him, Lisa-slut', Karl offered, ' but he must not cum,
that is, if he is capable of that at the moment,' he laughed, 'just keep
him hard and torment him.'

   Lisa turned and murmured 'Yes master, as you order,' and continued her
delicate and slow stroking, making sure that the fine swollen head was
fully exposed, gleaming almost, with the distended flesh almost throbbing
beneath her fingers.

   After some minutes of this gentle exercise, the head seemed to swell
more and an unmistakable drop of pre-cum oozed from the wide slit at the
end of Andys cock.

   'Ha, stop it, NOW!' Greta broke the tension as Lisa moved away on her
command.  'I think we have had enough pleasures for the moment, my two
sweet sluts', Greta stood up from her chair and moved across to the naked
girls, 'you shall both have a few hours rest while this, this miserable
wretch stays here and reflects upon his true station in life,' she flicked
his still throbbing cock with the back of her hand.

   Andy looked down at her as best he could, with pleading eyes but she
took no notice.

   'You girls have yet to partake of the prizes you were awarded for your
earlier efforts on the horse, and I want you to be in prime condition
before you accept them.

   You, Lisa-slut are going back to your cell', Lisa looked crest-fallen,
'and you, Karen-slut, are going back to your room for the last time.  After
the prize giving you will be placed in your own cell next to Lisa and you
will see just how comfortable you can be, if it pleases me, that is!'

   At that, Greta pushed Lisa towards the corner of the dungeon and the
doorway to the passage where her cell was situated.  She then pulled Karen
forward by the ring in her posture collar and guided her towards the stairs
and her room.

   With a last look back at her poor tormented lover, still in naked
bondage on the cross, Karen passed through the door, her mind now active
with thoughts of whatever, or even whoever, she had to endure next.

   Suddenly, Greta stopped, and pulled Karen back to the dungeon, 'I almost
forgot', she said, not very convincingly, 'I have to tell you and your
lover that he has another little treat in store before you next meet in
here!'

   Karen and Andy looked, puzzled, at each other, wondering just what other
little tricks their Mistress had to play.

   'I am going to arrange for my beautician to visit you', she walked over
to Andy and casually flicked his semi-erect cock and scratched the
sensitive end with her painted nails.

   Andy winced, partly with pain and, Karen suspected, partly with
pleasure, as Greta continued.

   'She will prepare and beautify your body to suit our tastes and then she
will select some suitable clothing for your public appearances.  I'm sure
you will enjoy that!'

   With that, and with one last final tug on his cock, she turned and
pulled Karen back towards the doorway and her room.



   End of part 10

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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know what you have enjoyed, or, perhaps, didn't enjoy!  If you have ideas
for Karen, or any of the others, let me know - they're always willing to
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