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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 11 - The Reward

   ( ff bd ds feet shoes ir Fdom Mdom )

   After a long rest and a long, refreshing, shower, Karen felt she was in
the mood for anything that she thought Greta could devise.  She stood,
virtually naked, silently, in her room, hands behind her back and stiletto
clad feet wide apart in the way that she had been instructed.

   Almost without warning the door to her room swung open and her Mistress
walked in, looking at her charge.

   'You foolish girl, you didn't dress properly, did you?'

   Karen moved only her eyes to look at Greta, her face puzzled.

   'Why didn't you wear your slave collar today?'

   Karen flushed with shame, she knew there was something she should have
done, but having both the posture collar and her more usual slave collar to
choose from she thought that she should choose neither.  She didn't realise
that whatever choice she had made would have been wrong because Greta was
determined to find fault with her slave.  She would soon learn that Greta
would always find reason to punish or prolong her misery.

   'Mmmm, I suppose we will have to punish you later', she murmured, 'now
put the collar on and then we will go and join the others downstairs.'

   Karen quickly buckled the thin, smooth, supple leather band around her
throat and stood meekly by the side of her Mistress.

   'Follow me, slave!' The two walked down the stairs and across to the
entrance to the room of pleasure that Karen had become so familiar with
during her short stay with her new owners.

   As they opened the heavy door Karen sensed that something had changed,
there was a heavier scent, an exotic perfume, in the air, a more seductive
aroma than she remembered from her previous session.  As she was led across
the floor the reason became apparent.

   Standing on a small podium was her lover, her former lover, she thought.
Andy was stood, legs slightly apart, and hands neatly behind his back, all
fairly normal for the situation they were in.  What was not normal was his
appearance.  He was just wearing a pair of low heeled pumps, with low, but
decidedly feminine, heels, and a pair of, (was it silk?), panties.  There
was still something Karen could not quite place and then she realized. 
Andy was completely hairless from the neck down.  He had always had a
reasonable degree of male hairiness that Karen had quite liked but now, as
far as she could see, his body was smooth, it even gleamed slightly, as if
he had had some oil rubbed into his smooth skin.  She knew that the
Mistress had at least partly shaved him earlier, but even then there had
been remaining patches, even in between his legs some hair had remained.

   Greta came to a stop in front of the waiting male slave.

   'Present!', she barked.

   At once Andy unclasped his hands and swiftly lowered his panties to his
ankles and stepped out of them, and turned right around.  Now Karen could
see that he was indeed quite hairless, all over!  His slowly thickening
cock stood proudly above his smooth shaven balls, which looked so smooth
Karen wondered if he had in fact been waxed.  The smoothness was emphasised
by the thin black strap he still wore, circled in turn around his cock and
the base of his scrotum.  As she stood near to her lover she could detect a
much stronger aroma, incredibly, it seemed, Andy had been liberally
perfumed as well.

   Then she noticed that not only were his fingernails painted in a light,
feminine pink color but he was also wearing lipstick in a matching tone. 
Lipstick!  Karen was amazed, this was something she had never seen before
and she wondered how Andy felt.  Her thoughts were disturbed by Greta
again.

   'How do you like your boy friend now?', she stared into Karens wondering
eyes.  'Quite pretty now, isn't he?  You see, my dear,' Greta talked
directly to Karen and ignored the naked Andy, 'we prefer our male slaves to
be presented in such a way that they are, shall we say, different to other
men.  We feel they need to experience just a little of what our females
experience and what better way than to present him like this?'

   Karen thought that, in fact, her Mistress was probably right.

   Greta turned back to Andy.

   'Now continue as you have been taught.'

   At that Andy resumed his former stance, legs apart with one hand behind
his back while his other hand began to stroke his already thickening cock.

   'Well done, you are learning fast', Karl, who had been sitting in the
shadows, called across.

   Andy was clearly happy to be praised by his Master and continued
stroking his cock into a full and proud erection.

   'Good, good, keep that up slave, but do not cum.'

   Andy carried on with the action that he had been familiar with since his
early teens, thinking to himself that in fact the chance to stand naked in
front of a dominant woman and her naked slave while he masturbated was the
fulfilment of a long held dream.  'If this was a dream', he thought, 'I
hope I never wake up.'

   Greta stood for a few moments and watched him play with his cock,
watching the long strokes that alternately bared and covered the swollen
head.  She turned to Karen.

   'Well my dear, what do you think of him now?'

   Karen was unsure of the correct answer but hoped that she answered in a
suitable manner.

   'He is doing well Mistress, you have trained him well indeed.'

   'Oh yes, we have certainly done that haven't we?  It took only a few
short hours and now he does our every bidding.'

   Karen was surprised, how had they managed to turn her former,
independently minded, boy friend into a willing tool, into a man only too
willing to perform such intimate duties in front of others and even enjoy
the experience.

   Greta, with her wealth of experience in training slaves could read her
thoughts.

   'You, my dear will be even better than him, you will perform everything,
and anything, that we order, be it in front of us, or in front of dozens of
people, men and women!'

   Karen paled at the thought.

   'And you will enjoy it too, never fear!'

   'Now, my dear', Karl called across, 'don't forget our main business with
the two girls, I believe there is a prize and a penalty to be handed out!'

   Karen's heart sank a little, she hadn't forgotten her 'prize' for taking
longer than Lisa to cum when they were sat on the horse.  She dearly wanted
a cock, any cock even, but now that the time had come, she was uncertain?
What other surprises were in store for her.

   Greta led Karen to one side and called out.

   'Lisa come here at once!'

   The door to the slave accommodation in the corner of the dungeon opened
and Lisa padded across to Greta.  She was quite naked and knelt before her
Mistress with her head bowed.

   'You know what you are going to suffer don't you, my dear slut?'

   Lisa nodded her head and murmured 'Yes Mistress'.

   Greta delighted in stretching the inevitable outcome for her slaves,
feeling, correctly, that the anticipation was as much part of the pleasure
process as the actual process itself.

   'Good, you will be placed in the sling and have the great privilege of
watching your new friend be serviced by Slave Ken.'

   Lisa nodded slowly and murmured 'Thank you Mistress, it is more than I
deserve.'

   Karen was quite surprised to hear her new friend speak like that but she
imagined that this was the way that a fully trained slave would, indeed had
to, behave.

   'Now, because this is a special occasion Slave Karen will prepare you
and deal with you, until she is otherwise engaged', at this Greta permitted
herself a short laugh, 'and then we shall see what happens to you.  Go over
to your place and wait.'

   Lisa stood up, head bowed and padded across to the side of the dungeon
where the array of chains and ropes clearly marked the area used for the
various suspension games that went on from time to time.

   'Karen, go over there and prepare her, I am sure you will be able to do
that simple task.'

   'Yes Mistress', Karen turned away from her position at the side of Greta
and, naked apart from her collar and the inevitable spike heels, walked
across to her waiting friend.

   Knowing that she herself was being tested in some way, and aware that
her owners, as well as Andy, were watching her, made Karen determined to do
her best to be as good as possible in her new role.  She glanced across at
Andy, who was still slowly stroking his cock, maintaining his erection but
making sure the he obeyed Karl's earlier instruction.

   She moved to Lisa's side and arranged the sling device, a broad leather
strap, carefully across the floor and attached a chain to the loops fixed
at each corner.  She then told, (ordered, perhaps is better, Karen thought
to herself), Lisa to lie face down on the strap and position herself so
that her breasts were clear on one side and her shaven mound clear on the
other side.  Greta was nodding her approval at the way Karen performed and
saw that her husband was also pleased with the new slave.

   Karen, meanwhile ordered, no longer asking, but demanding, that Lisa
spread her arms and legs wide.  Once she was spread-eagled on the floor
Karen moved to fix broad leather straps round each of Lisa's wrists,
pulling them firm and tight without being too restrictive.  She remembered
from her married days the damage and unnecessary pain that could be caused
by overtight bondage, and while she enjoyed bondage games as much as anyone
could, she did not wish to ever venture into the more demanding, even
degrading, world of sadism and the like.  Concentrating again on her task
Karen moved to Lisa's ankles.  Taking the opportunity to once again hold
and stroke those smooth bare feet, Karen used similar straps on each ankle.
Once Lisa had been fitted properly she began to connect further chains to
each leather band, adjusting them until the tension in each limb, and the
sling itself, was equally balanced.

   Greta continued to show her approval and wondered just how Karen had
managed to prepare Lisa in such a perfect manner.  She was not aware, nor
indeed was anyone else in the room, that Karen had gained her experience
the hard way, as the victim, not the mistress, in those dark years when her
husband had introduced her to the pleasures, and the pains of bondage.  No
one in the room had any idea just how many hours Karen had spent suspended
as Lisa was about to be, nor just what 'pleasures' she had enjoyed at those
times.  Karen kept her thoughts to herself and determined never to tell
anyone about those days.

   Once she was satisfied that everything was in order, Karen moved across
to the switch controlling the chains and set the motor turning.  Slowly, so
slowly, the naked spread-eagled form of Lisa was hoisted into the air until
her pendulous breasts, her jutting nipples, were almost at the level of
Karen's own full, heavy nippled breasts.

   'Stop there', Greta called across, 'let me inspect her before you
continue.'

   Karen stepped away and with head bowed waited for her Mistress to
inspect her handiwork.  Greta walked slowly around the helpless Lisa, he
body, arms and legs held perfectly level, with her most intimate places
fully exposed, and only her head with any freedom.

   'Hmmmm, I believe a head harness is indicated here, we don't want her to
think she can move and see what we are doing to her.'

   Greta gestured to Karen who dutifully went across to the well stocked
bench and picked up a suitable harness.  She walked back and fixed the
straps around Lisa's head, brushing her hair back.  She then slipped a
short chain through the ring in the top strap and fixed each end to the
chains supporting Lisa'a arms.

   Satisfied with the arrangement, Greta returned to her seat and admired
the view of Lisa, naked and spread, with her head held high.

   'No need for a gag, I think, but you can apply some nice weights to
those nipples if you please!'

   Karen had expected the command.  She, like her Mistress had noticed the
swollen teats.  Lisa was clearly aroused at her position, and her body
would not allow her to deny it.

   Karen walked behind Lisa to the bench and selected the same set of
weights that she had earlier used on Andy.  As she walked back she looked
between those naked spread legs and there was no doubt at all, Lisa was
aroused.  Her smooth shaven labia glistened in the low light of the
dungeon; she was very wet indeed.  Karen envied her the pleasure she was
feeling at the moment but wondered how she would react to the effects of
gravity on her tits and nipples.

   Slowly she held up the nipple clips so that Lisa could see them, and
know what was in store.  Karen felt brave enough to speak.

   'Do you like these, Lisa, shall I clip you now?'

   Lisa was a little shocked at Karen speaking to her like that, but, as
there was no reaction from the watching owners, she answered, surprised at
her daring.

   'Yes please, please, now, I want them now.'

   Karen hesitated no longer and stooped slightly to clip each swollen
nipple in turn.  Lisa gasped at the sudden constriction but didn't make any
other sound.

   Karen spoke again, 'Now for some little weights!'

   She didn't show Lisa what she was using but gently hung one on each
nipple clamp.  This time Lisa couldn't help herself, she groaned aloud with
the sudden tension.  As Karen looked at the pinched and extended nipples
she felt a pang of sympathy for Lisa, she knew full well the effect of such
weights, and wondered how long the torment would continue.

   'Well done, slave Karen, that was well done indeed.  I think it is time
for your own little reward now.  Pull that pad up below your friend there
so that she can see you clearly.'

   Karen looked around and saw a low pad, lying on a wooden base, probably
some kind of futon, and, bending over giving Karl, and Andy too, a sweet
glimpse between her naked thighs, dragged it over until it was within
Lisa's sightline.

   'Excellent!  Now you can lay down and await your reward.' Greta smirked,
'You', she addressed Andy, ' will walk across and stand behind slave Lisa
and continue your duties.'

   Naked and still holding his cock, Andy walked, with a little difficulty
in the unaccustomed heels, and took his position standing just behind
Lisa's naked and outstretched feet.  His view of the wet and glistening
flesh caused him to stroke his erection with greater frequency, but he kept
in mind his instructions.  He did not want to face the consequences of
failure.  He noticed that his position also gave him a clear view of the
futon and the naked Karen.

   Karen laid herself down on the futon, her legs slightly apart and her
arms by her side.

   Greta got out of their chair and walked across to the door to the slave
cells.

   'Slave Ken, come out here, you are needed now!'

   She returned to her seat and looked expectantly across to the corner,
waiting to see her favorite male slave appear.  From her prone position
Karen was the only one in the room who could not see what was happening. 
The silence in the dimly lit dungeon was absolute, and only broken by the
sound of naked feet softly falling on the stone floor.

   Ken entered the room, and, as she always did, Greta admired his finely
muscled body.  He was around 6 feet tall without an ounce of superfluous
fat on him, and, like Andy, stood watching from across the room, his body
was completely hairless.  As he was being watched, he walked across to his
Master and Mistress and stood, legs apart and head bowed in front of them.

   'You will have the privilege of showing our new slave how she will be
expected to perform with you when we have our next little gathering', Karl
spoke, licking his lips, already planning some more special treatment for
Karen and Andy before the scheduled meeting of his friends in a few weeks
time.

   Ken nodded his head and murmured, 'Yes sir, that will be my pleasure!'

   'Oh yes, it will indeed!', Greta could not resist making her
contribution to the scene.

   As he stood there husband and wife admired his cock, which was slightly
bigger, in length and girth than Karl's equipment.  Andy from across the
room could see that this slave was way above him in endowment.  All he
could do was to comfort himself with the thought of 'quality not quantity'
but he was uncertain of just how effective his fellow slave would be.

   Karen was blissfully unaware of these comparisons and laid still
awaiting her turn to join in the proceedings.

   'Get on with it!' Greta was impatient to see some action; she had a few
little surprises in store for Karen, determined as she was to find any
excuse to place her new slave back into bondage.

   Ken walked across and Karen saw him for the first time, saw his cock
already almost fully erect, and she had difficulty in keeping silent.  He
was well endowed, not a freak, but his cock was noticeably bigger than
Andy's although perhaps only a little larger than either Karl, or, indeed,
her former husband.  She had never talked about such things to Andy but,
for all his faults, and there were many, her ex-husband was well endowed,
and he was an expert in using it to please both her and their many friends.

   Ken moved across and stood over her slowly stroking his erection as he
looked at her smooth shaven labia.  Silently he approved of her minimal
clothing, the leather collar and the strappy spike heels were his favorite
attire for a fellow slave, and, as he knew, was quite typical of the
costume the slaves wore at any of the parties that his owners organized. 
'Yes', he thought, 'you have much to learn!' as he knelt down beside the
waiting Karen, and began to knead her breasts and tease her already
achingly erect nipples.

   Karen felt herself begin to respond, and reached across to touch, to
hold, the erect member so near her face.  She had difficulty in getting her
fingers around it, partly due to her small feminine hands, but mainly due
to the girth of the swollen cock.  She noticed that he had been circumcised
and the bare head was already swollen hugely with a firm and pronounced rim
that she longed to lick and caress with her tongue.  As this was going on
Lisa, with her weighted tits hanging just over the couple could see that
Karen would soon be mounted, impaled, on that cock.  She herself had had
several sessions with Ken to entertain her Mistress's guests and she had
always enjoyed herself until Kens incredible stamina wore her down.  She
always ended up begging him to stop and let her rest.  She wondered how
Karen would cope.

   Andy was still at his position behind Lisa and between her legs where he
had a view of her increasingly wet labia, his steady stroking of his own,
seemingly meager, erection continuing.  He could see everything that the
naked couple were doing, were going to do and he wondered if he would yet
have a chance to insert, to thrust, himself into the soft and yielding
tunnel in front of him.

   Meanwhile Karen had, with some difficulty placed the swollen head into
her mouth and was eagerly tonguing it and sucking it.  As she did so Ken
began to move one hand down to her swollen clitoris and with the other hand
continued to pull and tease her swollen nipples.

   Both Karl and Greta leaned forward on their seats and called
encouragement across the room.  As they did so, Ken began to climb on top
of Karen and she willingly, almost eagerly, opened her legs wider and wider
so that she could reach down and guide the cock into her willing cunt.  As
she tried to achieve her aim Ken reached up and pulled her hands over her
head, and pinning each wrist down with his own hands, and using his cock,
began to probe those swollen and wet lips in his search for the entrance to
her cunt.

   Karen felt increasingly helpless, she was not in bondage, she could move
her body and legs freely but she could not bring herself to move.

   'Please, please...' she pleaded looking into Ken's eyes, begging him to
take her.  She did not know that Ken would do everything in his own time,
that in fact, the whole scene was, had been, planned and performed many
times.  His whole aim was to please his owners and to pleasure himself, and
he knew that he could only do that by performing exactly as he was
expected.

   He continued probing Karens soft wet swollen flesh with his cock,
rubbing across and between her lips, from her ass up to her clit where he
spent a little more time teasing that miniature cock, before once again she
felt the head at her entrance.  Suddenly, and without warning, he thrust
himself deep and hard as far as he could into the waiting cunt.  Karen
gasped out loud, the move had caught her unawares; not so Lisa who had
herself been impaled in the same way every time Ken had taken her.  Once he
had thrust as deep as possible he slowly withdrew until only the head was
inside, just barely inside, Karen, and held himself there until again, a
mighty thrust, this time making Karen scream out, partly pleasure and
partly pain.  He was so big that even her years with her husband and her
recent experience with Karl himself had not prepared her for the onslaught
on her loins.

   Ken continued his little game, slow withdrawal and rapid thrusts for
some minutes bringing Karen nearer to an orgasm, making her forget the
stretching and want only the penetration.  Then he changed his tactics,
pulling completely out of her wetness and then very slowly, very, very
slowly, inserting himself to the full length of his shaft.  This time Karen
could stand no more, and oblivious to the onlookers, began shouting and
begging him to finish, to fuck her, to make her cum.

   Lisa smiled to herself, she had been there and felt exactly the same
way. Andy, transfixed by the erotic performance in front of him
unconsciously began stroking himself with greater urgency before he
realised how near he was himself to cumming; he paused remembering his
earlier warning and slowed his pace.  Even so he doubted he could manage to
control himself much longer.

   As the thrusting continued Karen could control herself no longer and
began moaning and screaming non-stop begging him to let her cum.

   Ken looked across at his Mistress who nodded.

   With that signal, and knowing he had started well, he began to thrust
more regularly into Karen, long, fast and deep strokes, giving her love
tunnel a pounding such as she had not had since her married days.  As the
relentless friction in her velvet tunnel continued she could control
herself no more.

   'Cummmmmming, cummmmmmming' she screamed.

   Even as she did, even as the pleasure waves coursed through her, Ken
carried on without stopping, without any change in the rhythm of his
thrusts.  Karen's orgasmic thrill continued but she felt the need for
escape, for a respite from the continuous assault on her soft inner flesh;
she could feel her cervix being rubbed.  As Ken continued to thrust, she
began to struggle for some relief.  As much and as often as she enjoyed
prolonged orgasms, there had to be some rest, some time for recovery before
the continual arousal became less pleasurable.

   Greta continued to enjoy the sight, the time for her to intercede
drawing near.

   Lisa, despite the arousal she felt, despite the tension in her stretched
nipples, could not help but feel sympathy for Karen.  She knew what was yet
in store for her new friend, knew there was no respite and knew that even
as she struggled now, Karen would soon begin to accept, and even enjoy, her
role.

   Greta rose from her seat and looked at her husband.

   'Yes, this is about the right time, my dear', Karl's voice was hoarse.

   She walked across to stand beside the heaving couple.

   'Stop, give my young slave a rest!'

   Karen looked relieved, the torment, the thrusting was over while she
could still feel some pleasure.

   'You, my slut, have disappointed me', Greta leaned over the sweating,
panting Karen.  'You do not appear to have sufficient stamina to match my
slave', she looked approvingly at Ken, 'you have much to learn'.

   Karen looked at her Mistress and implored in a low voice.

   'What do you expect of me Mistress?  What more can I do?'

   'You can cooperate with my slave and continue to fuck with him, and
cease your struggles', Greta answered, 'or you shall learn the hard way.'

   'Please Mistress, give me another chance to learn', Karen begged.

   Greta was adamant.  This was the moment she had planned since the
session, the exhibition, had started.

   'You know what we shall do don't you, slut', she addressed Lisa and
casually flicked the weights hanging from her distended nipples, making her
gasp with the sudden pain.  Lisa could only agree, she had been through
this before and she knew that while she had pleased her owners up to a
point, they were even more demanding; she hoped that Karen could take all
that was coming to her.

   'Slave Ken, you know what to do now, I think?'

   Ken nodded his understanding.

   'You may proceed with the training, slut Karen has much to learn.'





   End of part 11

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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