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		I didn't write it, so don't flame me.

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A   N E W   S L A V E   
By: Georgina Spelwinder


Anticipation filled Helen's mind.  Nancy was coming over tonight.  They
had met on a local BBS, and found some common interests in S&M/B&D, and
they were both Bisexual.  Nancy had said she wanted to play the submis-
sive role, and being a Dominatrix, that suited Helen fine.  They had
not ever seen each other before, but Nancy's description sounded good
to Helen, and Helen was interested in seeing how well she fit it.

Helen prepared herself carefully for the evening.  She was wearing a
black satin waspie with a shelf half-bra that held her 35C-cup breasts
high on her five foot six inch frame.  The shoulder straps were set
wide apart, and the whole thing was trimmed in black lace from the fri-
nge around the top of the bra, to the tiny skirt-like affair at the
bottom.  The waspie ended just below her waist, but had long garters
that hung down to hold up a pair of dark, seamed stockings.  Under the
garters Helen wore a pair of lacy, crotchless panties.  Black, patent
leather pumps with four inch spike heels were on her feet.  Helen liked
the way she looked in black.  It set off her dark-brown, almost shoul-
der length hair, and dark-brown eyes well.

Her dress was black too with a scooped neckline and back that dipped to
just above the top of the waspie.  The skirt was long, but had a slit
on the left side that came to the top of her thigh.  In her hands res-
ted a black riding crop.

Helen waited in her living room for Nancy to arrive for their first
meeting.  As promised, the doorbell rang just at eight o'clock.  Helen
went to the door, and opened it.  The sight that greeted her at the
door was a pleasant one.  Many times the descriptions that are left on
a BBS do not completely fit the owner of them, but if her's could be
said to have done that, it erred only in not telling enough.  Nancy was
a full five feet eight inches tall with blue eyes, and long, honey
blone hair.  Helen judged her figure to be about 36B-26-36.  She would
do well as her submissive for the evening, and possibly beyond.

Nancy stared at the figure the stood in the doorway before her.  She
was a little nervous since this was new to her.  She had never been
dominated before, and was a little scared, but excited too.  She was
wearing a long slim white dress with lacy pink panties underneath.  Her
neckline was cut deep into a large V, practically revealing her nice
size breasts.  Nancy was a little nervous as Nancy stared at the crop
that she was holding.

They had agreed that there would be no formalities of introduction to-
night, and that the relationship would be one of dominant and submis-
sive right from the start.  "Good evening," Helen said, adding in the
tone of a dominant's order, "Come inside, and go into the living room." 
Nancy said nothing, and Helen followed her into the room, noting with
some interest the way her hips swayed as she walked.

"Stand in the center of the room," Helen ordered, and Nancy obeyed. 
Helen walked all around her, examining every line of her dress and body
as she did.  She was what Helen had hoped she would be.  Upon complet-
ing one turn all around her, Helen went to sit in a big reclining
chair.

"You please me," Helen said, "so far.  We will see if you continue to
do so as we move on.  You have agreed to submit to my will in every
way, save the limits you have set.  I will not go beyond those limits
in actual fact, but I may threaten to do so.  You may be assured that
all will be only as we have agreed no matter what is said.  Do you
understand?"  Nancy's head nodded in agreement.

"Good!," Helen said.  "Then we can proceed.  From this moment on you
will NOT speak unless spoken to in a manner that requires you to an-
swer.  Your answers will be short, and directly to the point.  If I ask
you to describe something for me, you will do so in full detail.  Do
you understand?"  Nancy's head nodded in agreement.

"Your training has now begun," Helen said.  "Strip for me!  Take every
stitch of clothing you have on off.  I want you completely nude for the
next part of your training."  Helen settled back in the chair to watch
as her new submissive removed her clothing.  She would enjoy this part
to its fullest.

Nancy stripped off all her clothes for her Mistress, and stood there
totally naked while Helen stared at her from the chair.  "How's this,
Mistress?," Nancy said, and then remembered that she was not supposed
to talk!  She stood there nervously, hoping Mistress Helen would not
beat her for talking without being asked to first.

Helen looked hard at her new submissive who had the impertinence to
speak without being asked to.  "Your body pleases me," Helen said, "but
your mouth does NOT!  I may overlook this transgression, but then again
I may NOT!  You must be taught to obey the commands of your Mistress in
every way.  You WILL NOT speak again unless asked to!  Is that clear?!"

Helen stood, and walked over to her new, and now nude submissive.  Her
eyes trailed over Nancy's body, and she enjoyed what she saw.  "You
please me," Helen said.  "You will now follow me to the place where
your training will begin."  Helen took the lead, and opened a door in
the hallway between the living room and the kitchen.  There was a
flight of stairs leading down, and Helen indicated with her riding crop
that Nancy was to precede her down to the lower level.

Nancy did so with some trepidation, and when she reached the bottom,
Helen saw her wince a little as her bare feet fell on the cool concrete
of the floor.  The basement was done up somewhat like a Dungeon, with
ropes and chains and pulleys hanging from various spots on the beams. 
"Walk to the center of the room!," Helen ordered, and Nancy did so.

Taking a short length of rope from a table, Helen walked to Nancy, and
stood in front of her.  "Put your hands out, wrists together!," Helen
ordered, and she bound Nancy's hands tightly in front of her.  "That
will keep your hands out of mischief until I want them to be.  Now we
have to do something about that mouth of yours."

Taking a scarf from that same table, Helen walked behind her submis-
sive, and flipped it over her head, pulling it into a cord across her
mouth.  The silk dug into the corners of Nancy's mouth, and Helen tied
it tight behind her head.  Then taking a length of broom handle from a
corner, Helen inserted it through Nancy's elbows, behind her back, pul-
ling her hands tight against her stomach, and preventing any movement
of her arms.

"There!," Helen said.  "That should hold you for a little while.  You
may walk around, and get to know your surroundings while I watch, and
see what interests you most."  Helen stood back to watch what her new
submissive would do.

Helen just watched Nancy walk around, and gets to know the place of her
training.  She seemed to wander aimlessly, and not settle on any one
thing that might catch her eye.  "Well?," Helen said in a strident
voice.  "Do you like the place I have prepared for you?  Is there any-
thing here that you would like to know more about?  You may not speak
in answer, for your mouth is still gagged, but you may point to
things."

Seeing that Nancy was still very new to all of this, Helen walked to
her to see if there was anything she liked.  On the way Helen picked up
another length of broom handle.  It had a small eyebolt at each end,
and was about three feet long.  Helen watched to see what her eyes
would light upon, and after noting it, Helen approached.

"Stand over there!," Helen ordered, indicating that Nancy should stand
in the center of the room, beneath a pulley, hanging from a beam above. 
When she did so, Helen took hold of a rope that was threaded through
the pulley, and lowered a hook behind her.  The hook was soon secured
to the stick that was holding Nancy's elbows behind her back, but hung
loose for the moment.  Then Helen crouched behind her, and attached one
of the eyebolts of the spreader bar to her left ankle with a short
length of rope.  "Spread your legs!," Helen ordered, and tied the other
end of the spreader bar to her right ankle.  Nancy's legs were now
spread wide apart.

Helen returned to the rope through the pulley, and pulled it tight, so
Nancy had something to balance on in the somewhat difficult position
she was in.  Then Helen winched it up just a bit more, so that Nancy
was standing almost on her toes.  "That's better," Helen said.  "Now I
can see just what sort of a slavegirl I have here."

Helen's hands went to Nancy's breasts, and kneaded them to see how firm
or soft they were.  They felt nice in her hands, but Helen trailed her
fingers down Nancy's body a little further until one finger probed the
submissive's pussy.  Helen inserted it inside, and felt the wetness
that was growing there.

"This will require some further attention," Helen said.  She stepped
away, and removed her own dress.  Under it, Helen had on a black lea-
ther waspie with a half bra that held her breasts high, and allowed her
nipples to show over the top.  The waspie had long, leather garters
that supported her stockings.  Under the garters were a pair of black
lace, crotchless panties.  "That's better," Helen said.  "Now we can
get down to business."

"Oh, Mistress!," Nancy thought to herself since she could not speak. 
"Your finger feels so good inside my wet pussy!"  She squirmed as her
Mistress fingered her.  Helen stood back, and watched Nancy with de-
light.  Nancy could not move.  She was totally helpless, and await her
Mistress' next move.

After a few minutes Helen took her finger from her new submissive's
pussy, and brought it to her mouth to taste the sweetness of her
juices.  Helen let it linger there for a little while before she said,
"You please me even more.  Have you learned your lesson about talking
only when you are spoken too?  We will see."  Helen walked behind Nan-
cy, and undid the gag from her mouth.  "There," Helen said.  "Now you
are able to speak if I wish you to.  Be careful not to unless I ask you
something.  Do you understand?!"

While Helen waited for Nancy answer, she walked over to the winch that
held the other end of the rope that suspended her.  A few more turns on
the handle, and Nancy was only able to touch the floor with the tips of
her toes.  "That's better," Helen said.  "Now let's see just how much
of this you can stand!"

Helen picked up some things from the table nearby, and stood in front
of her.  They had agreed on the telephone that there would be NO LIMITS
to what Helen might do, but had also set up a code word that Nancy
might use if things got too much for her.  Helen was a stern Mistress,
but she knew well that slaves had rights that needed to be respected as
well.  She would push Nancy to the limit, but would also respect those
rights.

Nancy was not in a position to protest much that Helen did other than
verbally.  In Helen's hand were a couple of simple, plastic, clamp
clothespins.  Helen reached up, and clipped one onto each of Nancy's
nipples.  Helen saw Nancy's body stiffen as the pain on each of her
nipples flashed through her.  "Speak to me, slave!," Helen said.  "Do
you like what your Mistress is doing with you?"

"Yes, Mistress!," Nancy said through teeth gritted against the pain in
her nipples.  The bar through her elbows added some further discomfort
in her arms, but that only heightened the excitement she was feeling. 
She had imagined herself being dominated this way many times, and so
far it was all that she had hoped it would be.  He pussy was wet, and
growing wetter by the second.  She wished that Helen would put her fin-
gers back in there, but knew that she was only a toy for her Mistress'
pleasure tonight.  She could only take what Mistress Helen would give,
and let the waves of sexual energy wash over her.

"That is good, slave," Helen said looking up at Nancy writhing in her
bonds.  "What are you to me?"

Nancy thought for a second.  She knew she had to give the right answer
or be punished, but the punishment might feel so very good.  "I'm...
Nancy," she answered hesitantly.

The riding crop in Helen's hand struck Nancy's bottom hard, leaving a
red mark that would rise into a small welt.  "Wrong!," Helen said stri-
dently.  "What are you to me?!"

Nancy winced at the bite of the crop.  She knew the answer now.  "I
am... your... SLAVE, Mistress!," she said, feeling the pain in her but-
tocks.

"That's right, slave!," Mistress Helen said.  "And what can I do to you
as my slave?," she asked.

Nancy did not hesitate with her answer this time.  "My Mistress can do
ANYTHING she wants with my body," she said.

Helen slid the riding crop across Nancy's rump, tracing the line of the
welt, caressing it.  "Do not ever forget that, slave," she said.  "And
what will my slave do for me?," she asked.

"I will do ANYTHING you wish, Mistress," Nancy answered, taking what
pleasure she could from the caress of the riding crop on her ass.

"Do not ever forget that either, slave," Helen said.  She walked around
Nancy, looking over her body in detail.  "This is how your training
begins," she said.  "You please me, but you must first learn that I can
and WILL do anything I wish with you.  Are you ready to begin, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Nancy murmured, anticipating what might lay ahead.

Again Mistress Helen's riding crop cracked across her ass.  "Louder,
slave!," Helen ordered.

"YES, MISTRESS!," Nancy cried out, the cry giving vent to the pain that
shot through her from the force of the blow.

"That's better," Helen said, returning to her examination.  "You may
only speak when spoken to, slave, but when you do, I wish to hear it! 
Now, let us begin."

Helen stepped to the winch that held the rope, suspending Nancy on the
tips of her toes.  She gave the handle a few more turns, lifting Nancy
completely off her feet, and about six inches into the air.  The coils
of the rope began to twist, and Nancy slowly rotated.  She could see
the whole basement dungeon pass before her, and noted the instruments
of torture that lay about.  Then Nancy felt a hand grip her left ankle,
and she stopped, facing the same way as she had when the turning star-
ted.

Helen tied another short length of rope to the eyebolt at Nancy's ank-
le, and secured it to the pillar that held the winch.  Another short
length of rope tied her right ankle to another pillar on the opposite
side.  "That will keep you from spinning, slave," Mistress Helen said. 
"We must prepare you for what the rest of your training."

Nancy watched as Helen went to the table, and returned with a basin of
water, and some other paraphernalia.  Helen picked up a can of shaving
cream, and rubbed some on Nancy's pussy.  Then she produced a razor. 
"Slaves are not permitted pussy hair here, slave," Helen said.  "I am
going to shave you clean.  I would suggest that you do not move.  I
would not want this razor to slip while I am at it."

Nancy stiffened, and prayed that Helen had secured her enough so that
she would not move.  The shaving cream felt cold on her pussy, but did
not quench the sexual fire that was there.  The strokes of the razor
only added to that, but she cowered as best she could in her bonds
whenever it came close to a sensitive spot.  Mistress Helen, however,
seemed to know what she was doing, and in a few minutes, Nancy felt her
pussy being rinsed, and toweled off.  It felt sort of strange not to
have hair down there.  Nancy wished that her hands were free so she
could touch herself, and see what it felt like to have a bald pussy.

"There," Helen said, putting away the shaving gear.  "Now you are pre-
sentable, slave.  Let me see what was hiding behind all that hair." 
The riding crop rose again, but this time it gently touched Nancy's
newly shaven pussy.  It slid along the outer lips, and parted them,
slipping easily into the well lubricated opening.  The crop did not
enter her vagina, but touched the opening, sliding back and forth
through the grove of her cunt lips.  Nancy squirmed in her helplessness
at the new feelings she got without any hair in the way to dull them. 
The crop felt like a long, thin cock, teasing her there.  She wanted it
to go on, hoping she could cum, and release some of what had built up
inside of her, but that was not to be.

Just at the brink of an orgasm, Helen pulled the crop quickly from Nan-
cy's slit.  "No, slave," Helen said.  "Not for you yet.  Mistress must
always have HER pleasure first.  That is another lesso