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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 5 - The Decision

   ( ff bd ds feet shoes ir Fdom Mdom )

   Andy stayed motionless as ordered, but he could hear soft moans from
Karen.  He knew that his new Master and Mistress had gone over to her and
were, he imagined, inspecting her torment in greater detail.

   As he knelt and waited, Karen watched her captors walk towards her. 
Karl stood in front of her and she could see that, judging by the bulge in
his trousers, he was quite excited, quite aroused, by her predicament.  She
wondered if he was going to make use of her, now, or later.  Despite
herself she couldn't help wondering what it would be like, and she glanced
across to Andy.  He was still kneeling but even now, after his whipping,
his cock was standing proud, hard and swollen; even harder, it seemed, than
it had ever been when they had made love.

   Karen's thoughts were disturbed by Greta, who had moved behind her.  'Do
those little pegs hurt you, my dear?'.

   Karen, unable to speak, nodded her head.

   'Would you like me to remove them?' Karen nodded again and tried to
speak through her gag.

   Greta looked at her husband for his reaction.

   'Oh yes my dear, you love doing that so much, I know!'.

   With his approval, Karen could feel the warm soft hand of Greta, her new
Mistress, move round her body and cup her tormented right breast.

   'Mmmmmmm, how nicely it glows with those pegs, perhaps you really like
them after all!'.  As Greta spoke she removed the pegs around the tormented
breast one by one, not gently but more by pulling them so that, as they
relinquished their firm embrace, of the tender flesh they snapped shut. 
They left her breast with a final gentle click.  As the pegs were removed
Karen slowly regained some sensation in her pinched flesh.  Only the final
peg, firmly on her nipple, remained.

   'Would you like this', Greta flicked the final peg, 'to be removed as
well, my Dear?'

   Again, Karen nodded, by this time her eyes wet with tears.

   'I warn you, when this peg comes off it will hurt more than it does
now!'

   Karen felt the grip of the peg ease on her swollen throbbing red nipple
and, as it did, she felt the blood pulsing into the bruised flesh.  Greta
was right, as the blood flowed the pain in her nipple surged and pounded
before it slowly subsided.

   'There, my sweet, you see, not too bad after all was it?'

   Karen could only shake her head.

   Then, without any warning she felt Greta's hand cup and squeeze her
breast, gently kneading it and slowly, so slowly, so very slowly, teasing
her nipple into full hardness again.  Despite herself, Karen shuddered. 
Her extended position, on tip toe was becoming quite painful; her toes
could ease the tensions only a little.  As the pleasure of the fondling
continued, the uncontrollable shudders she made had the effect of relaxing
her legs and making her suspended position more and more uncomfortable.

   'Oh, yes, you see, you like that, you like that a lot, don't you?'. 
Greta murmured.

   Karen nodded again.

   'Let us lower her slightly, shall we, she can stand on her feet, take
the strain off her toes and relax a little.' Karl spoke for the first time,
'Oh, yes,' he looked at Greta, 'if we remove her gag, she will learn how to
speak to her superiors too.'

   Karen was silently grateful as the chain was eased and her weight could
be taken on her feet rather than her toes.  Her poor toes, they ached so
much now that she wondered how she had ever managed to handle the pain. 
Bliss indeed!  Her arms were still extended, still holding her erect, her
large breasts till jutting proudly.

   Greta released the strap holding the gag and removed the ball from
Karen's mouth.

   'You did well my dear, was that the first time you have been gagged like
that?'

   'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.', Karen replied, thankful that she
seemed to have found the right words to show her position as a slave.

   Greta continued caressing and kneading Karen's tender right breast.

   'Would you like me to remove the other pegs now, slut?'

   Karen thought briefly about her reply.

   'Yes, if that is what my Mistress wishes.'

   Clearly she had said the right thing, as Greta, began removing the clips
from her other breast, finishing by removing the cruel grip on her nipple.
Karen tensed with the pain, but felt another smooth warm soft hand slide
around to cup her other breast.  It felt so nice so good, after the
prolonged torment.  She was well aware of the pleasure that Karl had had in
inflicting the torment on her flesh.

   Greta kneaded and squeezed and pulled Karen's generous breasts, slowly
but surely shifting the focus of her attention to the nipples.  Karen was
aware that they were being pinched gently and slowly pulled and extended,
rubbed along almost like rubbing a little cock in fact.  She felt the
pleasure pain of the pulling exciting, arousing her once again.

   'You like that, my slave?', Greta whispered in her ear, 'you want some
more of my special treatment?'

   'Yes, Mistress, please use my breasts, no, sorry Mistress, my tits,
please use my tits as it pleases you.  Please use my nipples Mistress.'
Karen began to wriggle slightly within her bonds as waves of pleasure
flowed over her.

   She looked across at Andy, still kneeling, but, disobeying his earlier
instructions, watching her torment with wide eyes.  Karen had never
entreated him like that when he had indulged in such caresses.  Even so, he
thought, 'I can't really complain, she is being pleasured and my cock is
still hard and swollen'.  Indeed it was, he couldn't remember the last time
he had sustained such a firm and proud erection for such a long time. 
Despite himself, despite his predicament he was aroused, perhaps more
aroused for longer than he had ever thought possible.

   Karl glanced over at Andy, and, seeing his erect and swollen throbbing
cock, called across to him 'You seem to enjoy this, my slave.  Do you mind
if we continue with your sweet lady for a while longer?'

   'Yes Master, please use her as you and Mistress wish.' Andy replied
hoarsely, knowing that he had no choice in the matter.

   'Oh, we will, we will!', Karl replied, and, moving as he spoke, towards
Karen, he gently flicked the remaining clips on her, by now, swollen labia.

   'Shall I remove them now', he spoke to his wife, 'or do you wish the
pleasure?'

   Greta shook her head, 'No my dear, I am enjoying these heavy tits, and I
know you want to feel her wetness so much.'

   Karl was clearly happy to accept the offer and he began to remove the
pegs from each labial lip.  As with her nipples, Karen felt the surge of
pain as the blood returned to the tender flesh, the moist tender flesh.

   'Is that better my dear', Karl leered at her 'did you like being clipped
like that?'

   Karen had to agree, as a slave she had no choice, except in the form of
words that she used.

   'Yes, my Master, I only wish to please you.  If you wish to clip my
labia I will beg for you if that is what you wish.'

   'Bitch!  I did not understand that!', Karl snapped, as he tugged on the
tender flesh.

   'Oh my Master I am so sorry, I will always enjoy it whenever you wish to
put clips or pegs on my cunt lips.  My cunt is here to please you and
Mistress.'

   'Better, slut, remember to choose your words carefully in future.' Karen
gasped as she felt his fingers search for her soft wet opening, and gasped
again as she felt him probing deeper and deeper.

   'Thank you Master, thank you', she gasped, knowing instinctively that
she had to thank him for his every action.

   The fingers continued probing and, despite herself, Karen, with her
nipples still being stimulated by Greta and her softest tenderest recesses
being probed by Karl, felt that she could no longer resist the inevitable
orgasm.

   Suddenly Greta spoke, from behind her.

   'No, my dear, you will not cum yet, not until we wish it!' As she spoke
she let Karen's nipples free and noted with satisfaction that the heavy
tits settled and hung down in their new found freedom.  Just as suddenly
the probing, pleasing fingers were removed.

   'Now lick your juices from my fingers bitch, lick them clean, now!'

   Karen greedily licked her juices from the fingers that had so recently
invaded her, revelling in the sweet taste of her own juices.  She had never
told anyone, not even Andy, that one of her secret pleasures had always
been to finger herself, to thrust deeply into herself and then to lick her
juices.  It was a secret that she had successfully hidden, but, did she but
know it, it was a secret that she would soon reveal to her captors, and to
any others that wished it.

   Through all of this Andy had been trying to keep still but, despite
himself, the pleasure of watching his lover being tormented by another man,
and another woman, was almost unbearable.  He thought that he would almost
ejaculate, almost cum, with nothing other than visual stimulation, a dream
he had long had.  As far as he could recall the only times he had
ejaculated without any physical stimulation were way back in his distant
youth, in the days when he had discovered, or so he thought, the unique, to
him, pleasures of masturbation.  His mind wandered a little and he recalled
how since his early teens he had masturbated at least once every day, and
even as he reached into his thirties it was a habit, no, a pleasure, an
intense pleasure, that he enjoyed.

   As Karl and Greta walked over it was obvious that they had a clear
understanding of his thoughts.

   'I suppose you would like to cum, slave', Karl asked him, with a smile
playing over his lips.

   'Yes my Master, if it is your pleasure I would dearly like to cum.  May
I have your permission please Master, please Mistress'.

   They looked at each other and smiled.

   'Well, my dear, shall we?  Greta spoke, 'Perhaps I should make a start
for you.'

   As she spoke she walked a little closer to the kneeling submissive and
eased off her right boot.

   Andy glanced at it briefly, taking in the smooth black leather, the high
spike heel, before he averted his gaze.

   'Ha, never fear, you will be seeing a lot of my shoes, my boots and my
feet in future, more than seeing, in fact!', Greta smiled.

   'But first, let me try this.'

   As she finished speaking she lifted her now bare foot, her smooth
painted toes clearly slightly damp from their confinement in the soft
leather.  She began to caress the throbbing cock, from the tip, down the
swollen shaft and back again.  After a few stokes, she concentrated on the
swollen head, and as she did so she could see streaks of pre-cum on her
smooth bare toes.

   'Oh no, slave, we will stop there, I think', Greta removed her foot,
slipping into her boot.  'Well, my dear, what do you think of his cock? 
Will it be satisfactory do you think?'

   Karl looked at her and reached over, and, to Andy's horror, he grasped
the swollen phallus and squeezed it.

   'Hmmmmmmm, very good, nice and thick and a good length too!', Karl
murmured as he gave the warm throbbing member a few gentle strokes.

   Despite himself Andy felt a thrill, he had often wondered about another
man's cock, and how it would feel and how it would feel to have another man
feeling his erection.  Nice!  He decided that he definitely enjoyed the
sensation.  Karl stopped his stroking.

   'Like that did you, want some more do you?'

   'Yes my owner, my Master,' Andy couldn't believe his answer, 'I want
that so much, will you allow me to cum as you stroke my cock Master?'

   Karl shook his head.

   'No, neither you, or that woman,', looking at Karen, 'will ever cum
without our permission.'

   Greta moved away and settled in her fireside chair, joined by Karl. 
They looked at the two captives, Karen, naked, and stood barefoot, with her
arms still held above her head, and Andy, naked, kneeling and still with an
erection.

   Greta, who was obviously the more dominant partner, spoke at last.

   'Yes we have decided.  You would both make excellent slaves.  Are you
willing to join us?' She stared intently at Karen.  'Before you answer you
should be aware that if you do you will suffer many pains and torments, you
will both be humiliated, in front of us and in front of others.'

   Karen looked at her wide eyed while Andy remained expressionless.

   'You will serve us in any way we wish, and if the fancy takes us we will
use either or both of you for our own sexual pleasures.'

   Karen looked across at Andy and an almost imperceptible nod passed
between them.

   'Hmmmmmmm', Greta continued, 'so far so good!  We shall also use you
both to give pleasure to others, as and when we desire.  But,' she raised
her voice, 'be aware that once you say yes and agree there will be no
turning back.  We shall OWN you, is that clearly understood?'

   She looked at Karen, who nodded, and then at Andy who went to speak,
thought better of it, and nodded.

   'Excellent!' Karl continued the conversation.  'Let me tell you of our
rules, they are few but fair, and we shall never break them or allow any of
our friends to break them.  You will be used sexually in any way that
pleases us.  You will be beaten, cropped, caned, whipped or whatever we
wish.  You will endure these instruments of pain and pleasure you see
around you, whenever we wish.' Karl paused and stood up.

   'But, and take note of this, you will never be hurt beyond your capacity
for enduring.  We will mark your skin, stripe it, but we will never break
it.  We will never draw blood.  We will never cause any permanent damage.
We will never pierce you or burn you.  Other than that we will be free to
use you as we wish.' Karl moved closer to the couple.

   'Understood?'

   Again Karen and Andy nodded acceptance.

   'Finally, before you speak your acceptance, we will give you a
safeword.' Karl continued, looking at his wife, who nodded her approval. 
'A word that either of you may use whenever the torment or experience you
are undergoing is too much for you.  A word that you will use only at the
extremes of your endurance.  If you use it lightly and for no good reason
you may expect to be punished without mercy, do you understand, without
mercy!'

   Again the pair nodded acceptance.

   'Excellent!', Greta continued the conversation, 'in that case I ask you
the question,' she looked at Karen, 'Karen, do you accept that you will
become our slave to use as we wish?'

   Karen thought but briefly and nodded, 'Yes Mistress, I accept.  I want
serve you and Master in any way you desire.'

   Greta nodded, 'Good, I accept you as a slave.  And now you, Andy', she
looked across the room.

   Without hesitation Andy replied 'Yes Mistress, I accept, please use me
as your slave.'

   Greta nodded once more.  'There is one final formality to observe, for
both of you the safeword, the word you will only use at your very limits
will be Mercy', do you both understand?'

   Again there were nods of acceptance.

   Now that the business, as it were, was settled, both Karl and Greta
relaxed a little.

   'Now you are here,' Karl spoke first, 'you may stop for the rest of this
weekend.  I know you both have a week's vacation due so I suggest you both
stop with us for a few days.

   Karen looked at Andy and smiled.  'We can begin your training and you
can learn the true pleasures of a submissive, of a slave.  Is that
acceptable?'

   Karl knew that in any case they would stay.

   He was in fact the owner of the company which employed them both, even
though they were unaware of the fact.  Most of his employees thought that
he was merely some kind of figurehead for an absentee owner, someone who
never visited the facility.  As the owner, of course, he had absolute power
and could easily arrange for them to be absent, or even, he thought,
smiling, sent 'on a course', a ploy he had used to obtain the two slaves
that he was currently holding in the corridor that Karen had approached
earlier.

   Karen and Andy, in unison, both answered, 'Yes Master!'

   Greta stood up and moved towards he husband.

   'That is settled, we will make arrangements for your sleeping quarters,
remain there, still and silent, until we return.'

   As they left the room Karen and Andy pondered their fate.





   End of part 5

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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