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                             Cynthia's Slavery
                              W. Ian Blanton.  

      Gwarhr I thought to myself. Not a bad day in all. I had just finished 
up sending thank-you's replies to an article I'd finished and was feeling 
quite pleased with myself not, in my opinion without at least SOME 
justification.  

      Now, I relaxed in my chair in the Living room listening to my 
roommate chatter about the article I had written and making some Cuffs 
sometime in the future, even as she labored on making a corset with my next 
door neighbor (also an ex-). I was, in retrospect, rather amused. After 
all, she had often referred to herself as One of the straightest females 
I'd ever gone out with.  

      But I digress.  

      I came out of these amusing memories just in time to hear Cynth 
talking about the symbolism of a necklace I'd given her, with my roommate 
tittering accompaniment.   

      Well, she said, realizing that she'd caught my attention. You DO 
remember  what this meant, don't you?  

      This was a loaded question, in basic fact, I DIDN'T, but what red-
blooded male is actually gonna admit THAT?? I Bluffed:   

      It meant you were my slave. This seemed like a pretty safe bet on 
what I  would have said at one time or another.   

      She giggled, apparently pleased by this. I must have hit it. Not bad 
for  being awake at a disgusting hour of the evening, eh?  

      My roommate (being a BIT of the sub herself) asked Did he ever give 
you to  Raven?, he being her current SO.   

      No, she said, with a quick glance at me, he never did.   

      I thought I caught a bit of an odd tone to her voice, but hell, I was 
still  half-asleep. besides, we've always acted a bit.weird around each 
other since we broke up.   

      So, I wandered into the kitchen for a soda, to get my requisite 
caffeine fix.   On my way back, I spotted my leather and decided I was in 
the mood to start  working on a new set of cuffs for MY SO.   

      I quickly settled down to cutting the straps for the cuffs, about 
half-way  through, I realized that Cynth was playing with my Social cuffs. 
They're basically the thinnest cuffs I could make, mostly for taking slaves 
out in  public, and they've taken QUITE a bit of abuse since I've made 
them.   

      Anyways, Cynth tried one on her wrist, and quickly slipped her wrist 
clean  out.   

      Not very secure. she grinned.  

      I took the cuff from her, looked at it for a second, grunted, said 
Ankle.  and tossed her another.  

      Which she promptly slipped out of.   

      Smart-ass, I thought, 'Nother ankle. I tossed her another.  

      Which promptly closed nicely around her wrist and quite refused to 
let her  go.   

      Bingo, I thought. And turned back to my new cuffs blanks. In my 
peripheral  vision, I saw her slipping one of the ankle cuffs around her 
ankle.   

      Not bad. she said.  

      Some days, my instincts work far faster than my brain does. It ALSO 
helps  that there are few things on this earth that will turn my dom side 
over better  than the sight of a shapely ankle with a strap 'round it.  

      Huhn, shows what you know. I chuckled, not symmetrical. With that, I  
grabbed her other wrist and clipped a cuff around it. Next came the other  
ankle.   

      On your knees, slave. I said, pulling her wrists back a bit.   

      She knelt, reasonably quickly.  

      Surprises, surprises.  

      I had figured she'd call this l'il game off at THAT move. I dug back 
a bit,  and got the locks for the cuffs, and locked them, making SURE she 
heard the  Snik of each one as it progressively took a bit more of her 
freedom away.   

      Head down. Her head dropped. Good. Hmm, still something missing. Ahh, 
I  know. Stay where you are, slave.   

      OK, she said.  

      Strike one. WHAT did you say, little slave?? That tone's been known 
to stop  fights, I DO love using it.   

      I saw her swallow. Huhn, she may never have played this, but she 
learns fast.  

      I meant, 

     Yes, Master.' her voice breaking just a tad.   

      Very good, I'm feeling lenient, and you've only earned 10 lashes for 
that slip. I would _advise_ you not to repeat it. Understood?  

      Yes, Master.  

      Good. and I headed out of the room. On the way out, my roommate 
looked at  me, one eyebrow raised. I shrugged in the universal Damned if I 
know what's  going on. expression, since I didn't.   

      In a moment I returned, placed my hand in my slave's hair and pulled 
her  forward, bared her neck, removed the necklace and other assorted 
jewelry, and  placed the collar around her throat, clicking the lock shut 
just under her  ear, the black leather caressing her throat. As the lock 
closed, she stiffened  a bit. I noticed she was shaking. Hardly surprising. 
I'd probably be shaking  in her position.   

      Having mentioned it, I noticed that I *was* shaking. Oh well, one 
must muddle  through. I looked her over.  

      Position 1! I snapped.  

      I saw her looking a bit confused, she KNEW she'd seen these positions 
run  through by either my roommate or by my mentioning them.  

      Now, slave. 

      M-Master?  

      Yeeeeees? I drawled. 

      I do not know which position that is. 

      I opened my mouth for an admonishment.  

     I do not know which position that is, MASTER. She said quickly.  

     Hell, she IS doing well. This is the woman who looked down on my last 
SO,  because she was a submissive? How times do change.  

      I'm expected to deal with an untrained Slave? I said to the ceiling.  
Hell, I'm tempted to add 10 lashes just on General Principle.   

      I saw her jump as I said that. That made it worth it. 

      However as I said, I'm in a rather forbearing mood tonight, therefore 
I'm  willing to let it pass. I suspect you'll be earning plenty of lashes 
on your  own.  

      What to do? What to do? Now, don't let this fool you, I'm not USUALLY 
struck  with indecision in regards to having a slave at my feet. HOWEVER I 
had NO idea  how far it was reasonable to go in this situation. Interesting 
problems. Well,  first things first.  

      All right now slave, first order of business is to give you a safe-
word. 

      I tilted her head up so she was looking directly into my eyes.  

      You understand what the use of it is, correct? 

      She nodded. Not quite good enough. 

      Answer me! Accompanied by a light swat on her bottom.  

      Yes, Master. She replied, jumping a tad.  

      Good. I said, dropping her chin, allowing it to drop back down. The 
word  will be 'Wendigo', understood?  

      Yes Master.  

      I looked up to see Thera, my roommate looking at me with a bemused. 
So what  NOW, smart-boy? expression on her face.   

      I shrugged and wandered over and got a couple of clips from a 
tabletop. 

      For starters, Slave. Position one. Up on your knees. Move your knees 
apart. 

      I sighed then used a booted toe to shove her knees farther apart.  

      Hands on HIPS! I snapped, putting her hands flat against her hips. 

      You will be expected to remember this position, and any subsequent 
positions  I teach you. Failure to assume them QUICKLY on command will 
result in punishment. Understood?  

      Y-Yes Master.  

      Punishments will vary. Primarily by my whim, but depending upon the 
severity  of your disobedience. Understood?  

      Yes Master.  

      Good I said. I noticed then that she was seemed to be wobbling a bit. 

      Having problems with balance? I asked, sweetly. That means you're 
doing it  right. I said, not waiting for her answer. Here, I think this 
will help  you.  

      I took her wrists and clipped the cuffs together behind her back, 
pulling her  breasts a bit more prominently against her shirt. Much nicer 
picture.  

      There. Now I think-  

      I heard a knock on the door behind me, followed by a Hey-ho! as 
Raven,  Cynth's current SO walked in the door. Whoops.  

      Hi Raven! I said, moving to the side, so he could see Cynth.  

      The expression on his face WAS worth it, I'll admit. 

      Well, He said, brightly. I can see you've been keeping her busy! 
Covering nicely, I thought.  

      Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cynth, relaxing, blushing 
furiously,  but smiling slightly.  

      WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD MOVE?!? I snapped at her out of pure reflex 
habit. 

      She leapt back to position.   

      I turned back to Raven, who was waiting with what looked like a I 
can't WAIT  to hear this one. grin on his face. While Raven and Cynth had 
never done this  with each other, Raven wasn't particularly Vanilla.  

      So, he said with a smirk. What have you been up to lately? 

      Ahh, therein lies the tale. I replied, and pulled him into the 
kitchen and  explained what was happening.  

      So, any problems? I asked.  

      Not a one. He replied. Though I DO think I just messed with her 
Reality a  bit.  

      Oh, that's fine, in fact That makes it a Tad more fun. I chuckled. 
How far  are you willing to let this go?  

      Raven grinned mischievously, I'll let you know when it's too much. 
Are you- 

      I already gave her a safe-word. Anticipating the question.  

      Willing to make us a set of cuffs, if she enjoys this? I figured 
you'd have  given her a safeword. 

      Good anticipation, wrong question. 

      No problem. 

      OK, we'll work out a price later. 

      No problem, then I'll figure out what I'll be charging for HER. I 
said with  an Evil grin as I walked back into the living room.  

      Cynth didn't look as though she had moved. Good thing for her.  

      I looked her over. A Slender figure clad in Levis' and a T-Shirt, 
with Black  leather cuffs on her wrists, ankles and a collar about her 
neck.   

      The clothes HAD to go.  

      She looked like she was having a LOT of trouble staying in position. 
Hardly  surprising, that position does take a bit of endurance to hold for 
any period  of time.  

      You may relax, Slave.  

      Thank you Master. 

      Now, strip. 

      Master!?!  

      You heard me. Do I have to repeat myself?  

      N-no Master I had half-expected to hear a safeword at that moment.  

      We do need something appropriate for the slave to wear. I pondered, 
as she  started to struggle to her feet.  

      I have a slave tunic she can wear. volunteered Thera.  

      Really? well, how about you take her and get her dressed 
appropriately? 

      OK. Thera said, bounced up, and dragged Cynth down the hall into her  
bedroom.   

      I busied myself getting my cat from my room and some light chains. 

      A few minutes later my new slave came out being led by Thera.  

      I looked her up and down. Very nice. 

      It was a red draping of silk that came, at it's longest point, barely 
to her  knees, and slanted sharply up revealing her legs, and was 
completely open down  one side, showing that she definitely had nothing on 
underneath. Her breasts  were shown off nicely by the opening down the side 
and the open neckline. It was obviously made to be yanked off, and I was 
rather tempted to do just that. 

      Ah well, business before pleasure.  

      Well, Well, Well. What a pretty little slave we have here. I said, 
walking  slowly about her. Only one problem-she doesn't seem to know how to 
stand correctly. 

      Hmm, says Raven I'll be back in _just_ a moment, if you'll excuse me.  

      He zipped out the door.  

      I didn't think I wanted to know. 

      I look back to Cynth. Position two! 

      She looks puzzled.  

      I walk over to her positioning her with her feet a bit apart, wrists 
crossed  behind the back of her head. While I'm doing so, I run the leather 
of the cat  up the inside of her thigh. She shudders. While I'm this close 
I note that  she's nicely flushed. I can't resist, I grab her wrists with 
one hand and  press her lips to mine. She struggles a tad then gives in. 
(The last time  we'd kissed was over a Cloved Lemon I gave her just to be 
nasty.) 

      While I ran my tongue along her lips, I remembered something I had 
always  liked about her: Her lips. Full with _just_ the right amount of 
softness. 

      I continued running the whip along her thigh, since it seemed like 
she  enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed the reactions. 

      Back! says Raven, coming in towards the end. I looked and saw what 
he'd  gone to get. A Camera.  

      Since I felt I needed to train Cynth, We used the opportunity to run 
her  through some of the basic postures, with Raven snapping accompaniment 
with the  camera. We then proceeded to come up with some other poses, using 
the chain. 

      Use your imagination. 

      Position one! I snapped at Cynth. 

      After she's in position, Thera hazards She's REALLY is going to have 
to  learn to do that more gracefully. 

      Hmm, you're right, of course. But what do you expect of a raw girl? I  
said with just a bit of a sneer. 

      Cynth inflates a little at that one, but she's smart enough not to 
say  anything. 

      Well, little slave. I say, advancing to her, running a hand down the 
back  of her neck, down her shoulders, towards her breasts. Are you 
enjoying  yourself? 

      Yes, Master. She says, drawing her head up a little. 

      I firmly bow her head back down. 

      Not quite as haughty as as I seem to remember another being. says 
Raven,  with a grin on his face. 

      No, Master. says Cynth. 

      No, don't call me 'Master'. 'My Lord' will do. replies Raven. 

      Yes, My Lord. 

      I chuckle to myself, now she's gonna have to remember which of us to 
call  what. 

      My hand continues between her breasts as Raven keeps talking. 

      I seem to remember a certain 'Cynth', who was rather disdainful of a 
woman  who would be submissive. I wonder what happened to her?  

      My hand slides down across her stomach, touching lightly through the 
silk,  caressing her skin. 

      I-I do not know, Mas-My Lord, maybe she's learned better. 

      Hmm, I could tell they'd both read their Gor books. I chuckled, and 
tweaked  one of Cynth's nipples. 

      Ah-I think she is definitely learning better, My Lord. 

      A nasty idea popped into my head. 

      Good. grinned Raven.  

      He was definitely starting to have fun with this. 

      My hand moved between her parted thighs, moving the silk lightly 
aside, and  began playing with lips, running my finger along one side, then 
the next. 

      Hmm, I think that I have an idea. 

      Yes, Master? 

      I think that it is time for you to receive your first lashing, since 
you  have, after all racked up.? I left off with a hard, inquiring look at  
Cynth. 

      Mmm-34 lashes, master? 

      Nice try.no banana. 

      Wrong. The count was forty. 

      She slumped slightly. 

      Now forty-five for forgetting. 

      She straightened up quickly. 

      Bide, while I take care of something, however. 

      Raven moved towards her, as I walked out of the room. 

      A few minutes later I came back and she seemed to be enjoying 
herself.  

      Come along slave. I said, snapping a leash onto the wrist cuffs and 
leading  her back into my room.  

      Now, I've rarely had the luxury of outfitting my room as I really saw 
fit.  Most times, I've been living with someone, or broke, or with 
restrictive  room/housemates.  

      When I moved in here, well, I STILL haven't gotten everything perfect 
but, as  Daffy Duck says: It's MINE! ALL Mine! 

      My Lady has made the observation that my rooms resembles a cave, 
something to  do with the fact that I HATE bright light, and planned my 
room accordingly,  what with the heavy covers on the windows. 

      I've nothing 'gainst candles, however and my king-size futon (I like 
having a  bed I can stretch out on. Being 6' 5 has it's problems.) has 
several  Candle holders, and oil lamps about it. 

      Otherwise, computers, books, swords, and posters mingle easily in the  
shadows. 

      Cynth was led into my room, her wrists leashed in front of her.  

      Position one, on the Futon, slave. 

      She knelt.  

      Knees _Wider_! 

      Head down. 

      Just as her head went down, the cat, that I was still carrying 
whooshed by  her. She jumped a tad, but stayed where I'd told her. She's 
learning, she's  learning. 

      Hmm, slave, I think you need to continue your education before your 
lashing  begins. 

      I looked at Raven.  

      For starters, you will strip Raven. 

      Yes Master.  

      As she began to rise, I grabbed her wrists, unclipped them, then re-
clipped  them behind her back. 

      Like THIS. I grinned. 

      Good, NOW she looked nervous. I love this job. *Chuckle* 

      She slowly moved towards Raven, who was now grinning at about 200  
candlepower. I looked him over. The T-shirt was probably going to be the  
tricky part.  

      She struggled with the T-shirt for a bit, and eventually Raven 
relented and  moved so as to make it easier for her.  

      Then she moved down to the pants, which were going to be pretty easy, 
IMHO.  (As if I had never done this M'self.) 

      As she started trying to disengage the button on his Levi's, I 
started  casually sweeping the cat from side to side, just so she could 
hear it. 

      She finally disengaged the button, then moved down to the.zipper? 
Hmmph, TOO  easy. Let's make this a little more challenging. I snapped the 
cat right past  her, letting one of the strands strike her ass cheek. Just 
to let her know it was there, y'unnerstand. 

      Her teeth locked on the zipper she opened the front of Raven's 
Levi's, moving  her lips down the erection he was quite obviously getting.  

      She struggled a bit as she knelt in front of him, moving the pants 
down his  legs, her hair falling over her face. 

      Throughout this, I kept the cat in motion, sometimes whipping past 
her back,  sometimes coming close enough that she could feel the air of 
it's passing. 

      Finally, she had the pants off. She straightened, still kneeling in 
front of  Raven.  

      I think it would have taken a sander to get the grin off of his face 
at this  point. 

      I think you know something else you can do now, slave. Hmm? He said. 

      Yes, My Lord.  

      She slowly started to take him into her mouth, running her mouth 
along the  length of him. His hand went into her hair, rubbing as she 
licked and teased  at him.  

      Then I heard the door. 

      Raven looked at me. Those Jehovah's Witnesses show up at the 
DAMNEDEST  times, don't they?  

      I chuckled. Don't worry, I was expecting this interruption, although 
not  this quickly. She must have chartered a jet or something. 

      'She'?? said Raven. Again with the I can't wait to hear this.  
expression. 

      Wait and see. See if you can amuse yourselves while I'm gone. 

      I'll rack my brain. 

      I strode out of the room, chuckling, into the living room and opened 
the  door. 

      Hello, Master.  

      The girl waiting for me was the last person I'd had as a slave. We'd 
slowly  been bringing things down since we broke up, but we still enjoyed 
seeing each  other from time to time, after all, my Lady wasn't moving into 
the state for a few months yet.  

      Star is quite attractive, a short and sweet package that's generally  
described as voluptuous, with a tendency to dress,um.

     Provocatively'. This time was no exception. Mid-thigh skirt, low cut, 
black 4.5 heels. 

      Took your own sweet time getting here didn't you? I snapped, holding 
back a  grin. 

      I caught sight of her grin as she lowered her head.  

      I'm sorry, Master, I was as quick as I could be.  

      Hmm, Well, I'm inclined to be lenient, since you have a few lashes 
waiting  for you anyhow, correct? 

      Yes, Master. 

      As she walked into the living room, I planted my hand firmly in her 
hair,  forcing her down to her knees. Out of habit, she assumed position.  

      May I ask you why you called, Master? 

      I yanked the shoulder straps of the dress down to her waist, baring 
her  chest. 

      No. I replied lightly. 

      I began to fondle her breasts, Star is one of the most sensual women 
I've  ever met in my life. She began to shudder as my fingers wove circles 
about her  nipples and occasionally tweaked one this or that way. Then I 
ran my fingers slowly down her sides, peeling the dress down her hips. She 
shook very slightly as I did this, looking at me with her violet eyes.  

      I grinned evilly and slowly ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, 
stopping  just short of her mound. She was shaking enough now, that I 
realized that she  must have been working herself up mentally all the way 
over.  

      I lifted one knee and freed the dress, then the other. Tossing the 
dress into  a corner of the room, I announced But oh, my lovely little 
slave. Have you  got a few surprises waiting for YOU! 

      With that, I pulled her to her feet, tottering on the heels. My hand 
was  locked around both her elbows behind her back. I led her to a corner 
of the  room.  

      Bend with your head to the corner and spread your legs as far as you 
can,  hands behind back. 

      She did so.  

      I reached over to a nearby shelf and grabbed her wrist cuffs. (I have 
a  tendency to make custom cuffs for anyone that I top.) I locked them 
around  her wrists, finally locked them together at the small of her back. 
I then took her collar and put it around her neck, pausing just long enough 
so that the  'clik' of the lock was heard. She shuddered as she heard the 
lock snap shut.  

      As the lock closed, I shoved two fingers fully into her. She gasped, 
and  tried to move, but was prevented by the angle she was at and my hand, 
which  was now curled in her collar. I moved my fingers in and out of her 
for a time,  slowly, then pulling on the collar a bit, forcing them farther 
into her,  forcefully. My hand moved deeply in her, while my other hand let 
go of her collar and moved along down her chest. (long arms HAVE 
advantages!) I teased her nipples as I continued pumping my fingers in her. 
After a short while of this, she began to shake in orgasm. One point for 
the home team. 

      After she had recovered: 

      Now that you're warmed up little one, come along. 

      As we entered the room, Raven and Cynth were involved in body-to-body  
cuddling. How cute. 

      Have fun? 

      Oh, certainly. But, ah, what was this.aaaahhhhhhh. Raven broke off as 
Star  entered the room. I think I understand now. 

      I grinned at him.  Well, I thought that since our new slave was going 
to be receiving her first  whipping today, she might first get an 'example' 
of what it's like, and since  another slave had a 'few' lashes coming 
anyways.  

      I trailed off and looked at Star, who responded by radiating the 
lovely flush  she'd been wearing for the past minute or so. 

      Well, I said How about a quick twenty, to show our new little slave 
what  it's like, then her turn? 

      Sounds good to me.  

      So saying, I grabbed Star and, unclipping her wrists from behind her 
hooked  the D rings to the hook mounted 7' up in the walls, putting her on 
tiptoe. I  then bent down to unbuckle the high heels from around her 
ankles. While I love  them, in a whipping they needed to go. While doing 
this, I ran my free hand up  and down her thigh. As soon as her pretty 
ankles were free of the heels, they  were locked into ankle cuffs. I then 
unhooked one wrist and attached it to the  short chain also attached to the 
hook. This allowed her to lower that wrist. I then took the other wrist and 
snapped it to the matching chain on the hook on the opposite wall. This 
left her slightly on the balls of her feet. 

      I kicked her ankles apart, then ran a hand, enclosing her ankle, all 
the way  up her thigh, teasing one finger along her lips. 

      Then I got the cat. 

      She meowed a couple of times and then I tossed her out of the room, 
closing  the door. 

      Then I got the whip. 

      Walking over to Cynth, I pulled her up and seated her in a position 
so that  she could clearly see what was happening, but wasn't in my way. 

      Now, Star, how many lashes have you earned, but yet to be punished 
for? 

      20, Master. 

      Very good. 

      As I said 'good' the whip was on it's way. It landed with a nice 
snap. 

      Star jumped heavily in her bonds, she honestly hadn't been expecting 
that  one. Foolish girl. *Chuckle* 

      After a pause, lash two landed, with her counting accompaniment. I 
tried to  keep the lashing even, with an occasional random one. Contrawise, 
I struck along her back, thighs, wrapping the strands about her inner 
thigh, inches  below her mound. Finally the last lash was counted and she 
stood, sweating  slightly in the chains. 

      Very Good. I said, as I walked about to her front. I then, my hand 
against  the back of her head, kissed her as hard as I knew how, in the 
meantime, running a hand inside her, playing with her clit. The arousal of 
the whipping combined with the fingers playing with her body did wonders 
for her reactions. I continued to ravage her relentlessly, until she'd 
given me another orgasm. 

      I held her nude, shuddering form against my body for a bit, then 
unclipped  her wrists, supporting her body as she half-collapsed from the 
support of the  chains she'd been holding. 

      I led her to the bed and laid her down.  

      Looking over at Cynth, she seemed to have.appreciated the show, her  
breathing was definitely faster. 

      Well, it'll be faster yet, if we have anything to say about it, I 
thought. 

      I walked over. Ready? I snapped at her.  

      Umm, yes, Master. She had seen the red weals along star's pretty 
hide, but the safeword was the only way out, and she didn't use it. 

      I clipped her in much the same manner as Star had been. As I did 
this, I  could see her mulling in her mind the fact that she had OVER twice 
the number  of lashes lined up that I had just given Star. Don't worry 
little one, when Star received her first whipping, she had earned over 
seventy lashes, in just 24 hours. I looked at Star. 

      She turned on the blush again. 

      Now having securely locked up Cynth, I began outlining my rules for a  
whipping. Pretty basic, if she messed up the count, she had to start again,  
and any touch of the whip, no matter how light, counted. 

      I began with a few basic lashes, on the buttocks, to get her an idea 
of what  it was like, then proceeded to give her more, every so often not 
landing a  blow to test her, or running the leather of the whip up the 
inside of her  thigh to play and run against her lips. I threw a couple of 
really hard ones  in there to show her a hard strike. After I reached 10, I 
offered Raven a  turn. He had never done it before, but what better way to 
learn?  

      Earn WHILE you learn, I always say. 

      He did pretty good. He was nervous about it, but he learned quickly. 

      At thirty-five I stopped him. I had an idea.  

      Star, get up.  

      She rose from where she had been kneeling. 

      I pressed the whip into her hand. Deliver the last five blows. 

      I heard the whip drop. 

      No, Master. 

      *Red Alert*  

      WHAT did you just say? I said, slowly turning about again. 

      N-N-No, Master. She said, bowing her head.  

      Well. Something new happens every day. This is the woman who, nude 
and  chained in the car had started to get out on Newbury Street when I 
told her  to. 

      You won't do this? 

      No, Master. I'm Sorry. 

      Oh, think nothing of it, Star. I said with my frostiest smile.  

      I quickly released Cynth from the chains, grabbed Star's wrists and 
placed her back within their embrace. 

      You'll be sorry in a nonce. 

      Master. She started.  

      Quiet! I snapped. 

      I then pressed the whip into Cynth's hands. Twenty lashes. I said. 
You are  to deliver the first ten, Raven the second, understood? 

      Yes, Master. She said nervously.  

      I looked at Raven, his eyebrows were raised.  

      I think twenty is LIGHT considering, don't you? I grinned to Raven 

      He chuckled back at me. 

      Actually, I was surprised you didn't make it more. He replied. 

      I seated myself across from him, looked at him to make a reply. 

      *SMACK!!* 

      Both Raven and I reacted with tact to Cynth's overzealous first whip 
blow. 

      Ooooooooooo! we both said swiveling to look at Cynth, who was now 
looking  VERY embarrassed.  

      I walked over to Star. Are you OK? After regaining her breath, she 
nodded, chuckled slightly. 

      Continue. I said to Cynth. The remaining strokes were very cautious. 
This  woman will definitely be a top, someday. 

      After Raven took over and finished, I released Star from the chains 
and,  clipping her wrist to Cynth's, led them both to the Futon. 

      Raven and I then set to caressing both of them, alternating between 
them. Then, we slowly began to concentrate on Cynth.  

      Caress her. I ordered Star. 

      How? she asked. She's always had fantasies, but this was her first 
time,  real-life. 

      Anyway you wish, PLEASE her. Thank her for the whipping with your 
hands. 

      Star began running her hands up and down Cynth's body, slowly at 
first, but  eventually starting to take signs from Cynth's reactions and 
caressing more  here and there. 

      I took one hand from it's attentions on Cynth, and began running my 
hand  along Star's thigh.  

      We continued along with Cynth quite enveloped in teasing hands and 
lips. 

      After a short time, I excused myself, a nasty idea percolating. I got 
from  the closet my blindfold then made a quick foray into the kitchen. 

      When I re-entered the room. I looked. Things seem quite contented. 

      Mu-hahahahah. 

      Star, hold down Cynth's Left arm. 

      Yes Master. 

      Raven, if you would hold down her right, please? 

      No prob. 

      I approached the bed and put the blindfold on Cynth. After making 
sure she  couldn't see out, I got the item from the kitchen. 

      Oooh. said Raven. Nasty. 

      I grinned at him.  

      What. began Cynth, quickly remembering herself. 

      I placed my hand a few feet over her body, squeezed. 

      Maybe some sixth sense was warning her, I'm not sure, but the effect 
when the  fridge-temperature Chocolate syrup hit her first nipple, the 
reaction was all  I could have asked for. Then I hit the other nipple. 

      Cold? I inquired. 

      Ahh-hah she wittily replied. 

      Raven, Star, would you take care of this little slaves nipples? They 
seem to  be a tad cold. 

      Star hesitated only a moment, then bent to wrapping her lips about 
Cynth's  nipples with enthusiasm. Raven, of course hesitated not a beat. 

      My, my, she DOES seem reactive to cold and warmth. I observed as 
Cynth  began to react to their ministrations.  

      I wandered over and set the syrup down. As I wandered back.Evil still 
in my  mind. 

      Bide a moment, if you please. Raven and Star backed off just in time 
for  the cold chains to land on Cynth's stomach. You've all heard piercing 
screams  before, I don't think I need to describe. 

      But it DOES warm the soul. 

      After a moment or two, I removed the chains, Raven looked like he was 
about  to go into hysterics, Star, on the other hand, had a look on her 
face that  said: Thank God this isn't me. On the other hand. 

      I then took off the blindfold, Cynth was still gasping a bit, so 
Raven  started back in on her nipple, with Star following suit. I began to 
caress up  and down Cynth's stomach, thighs, calves, and then back up. 

      I ordered Cynth to caress Star, which she started doing, tentatively 
at  first, but picking up enthusiasm. Star helped, since reaction has never 
been  her weak suit. 

      More rubbing along Cynth's body for a time, caressing along her 
sides,  licking her nipples, a kiss or two for good luck.  

      Star, take Cynth's nipple. Cynth, Star's.  

      Yes, Master. 

      Y-Yes, Master. 

     It was a minor juggle but they managed it. Raven positioned  himself 
behind Star and began running his fingers along her thighs, while I  played 
with Cynth. 

      I ran my fingers in and out of Cynth, dedicating a good portion of 
time to  her clit, but not ignoring the rest of her. (The parts that I 
could reach,  anyhow.) 

      I glanced over at Star, Raven was handling her admirably, if she 
started to shake any harder, Cynth was going to have more to worry about 
more than whip marks.  

     *Chuckle* 

      I could feel Cynth slowly starting to build up, saw her working more  
furiously at Star's pendant breasts. I continued my ministrations. Damn but 
my hand is starting to hurt. So I began licking at her, running my tongue 
along her lips, inside of her, then slowly teasing it down the length of 
her,  feeling her body moving more and more strongly. 

      I heard the gasp as Star began coming strongly, so I heightened my 
efforts.  

      I felt, more than saw, Star beginning to weaken, as Raven began to 
slow the  pumping of his hand inside of her lips, Cynth was still going 
strong, until  with a small shudder, she began to come. I ran a hand along 
the one available  nipple, as she shook with her hips against me. Finally, 
Star and Cynth both  settled down, a bit of cuddling and conversation 
following.  

      Here my narrative breaks down a tad, as there was much general out-of 
play  conversation, as happens with friends. 

      After a bit, everyone wandered home, some, like Star, with a 
passionate kiss. Others, like Raven and Cynth, now newly a slave, and happy 
with it, talking about what they could do amongst themselves. 

      I simply relaxed, quite happy.  

      As I entered my bedroom to throw the toys back in their places, the 
phone  rings.  

      Amazing, I think to myself, it didn't ring while we were busy.  

      Hello? 

      Hello, lover-boy. Comes the voice of my SO. 

      Hi! 

      So, anything interesting going on?  

      Oh Boy.  

                              ***** THE END ***** 

      Epilogue:   

      The Author is Currently serving a sentence of 3 years to celibacy in 
the Massachusetts home for the criminally Kinky. 

      Cynth Went on to become a Manager of East coast Au Bon Pain stores, 
after adding a critically acclaimed venue change. Look for Au Bon Pain 
sandwich and flogging shoppes in your neighborhood. 

      Raven Was last seen driving a '67 Jaguar roadster down I-95 with 3 
MTV Dancers and a bumpersticker that read: Love, Unlike Murder, needs 
accomplices at 180 mph. Three State Patrol cars were in hot pursuit. 

      Star eventually became a Nun at a Catholic School. Attendance 
quadrupled in 2 years. All male. 

      No one's really sure what happened to Thera. 

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                             Cynthia's Slavery
                              W. Ian Blanton.  
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