Mistress and redhead slaves, gag, pain | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 11

All her adult life, Dawnelle had held positions of ever increasing power and authority and had grown used to having her voice listened to, her opinions respected and her decisions carried out. In both her public and private life, she was accustomed to giving orders rather than receiving them and it was incredibly galling to her to find herself suddenly required to obey without question and submit unreservedly to a slavery she still found deeply humiliating. Frustratingly, her discontentment found no echo in her three companions, for they all seemed quite happy with their lot and Dawnelle despised them for it as they refused to see her point of view.

Naturally enough, tensions grew between her and the others and escalated steadily, until one afternoon, some ten days after Dawnelle’s submission to Shimatsu, the situation exploded...

The two dominant Masters had been busily engaged in making preparations for the party Shimatsu was to host in a few days’ time and he and Siteki had been able to spare little attention to the needs of their slaves, concentrating instead on making everything ready for the guests who were to enjoy their lavish hospitality.

In consequence, sexual frustration added to the rancour between the girls as they were locked into one of the cellars beneath the house and left to their own devices for long periods as workmen and caterers arrived, carried out their tasks and departed.

Deprived of their Masters’ touch and the physical stimulation to which their bodies were accustomed, all four slaves were tetchy and irritable and it was, perhaps, inevitable that an argument would break out.

Maxine, Melissa and Soo Lin were speculating on who might be coming to Shimatsu’s party and what their own roles might be, when Dawnelle interrupted.

„What does it matter who’s going to be there?“ she snapped peevishly, „You’re all pathetic little slaves, so whoever it is you’ll have to serve them anyway!“

„So will you,“ Maxine retorted angrily, „You’re not a Mistress now, you know. You wear a slave collar, too, so don’t try and pretend you’re better than us!“

„At least I have been a Mistress,“ Dawnelle shot back, „All you three have ever been is randy little sluts! I’ve whipped all of you and I’ve made you all serve me, too, so that does make me better than you, doesn’t it!“ and her lovely face twisted in a sneer.

Maxine went white with fury and she threw herself at the bigger girl, her hands entwining in Dawnelle’s long hair and tugging viciously as the redhead squealed in pain and shock.

Taken by surprise, Dawnelle fell to the floor with Maxine on top of her, until, with a convulsive wriggle, she managed to use her extra weight and strength to unbalance the blonde and roll over, pinning Maxine’s writhing body between her knees and grabbing two handfuls of her hair.

„Oww! Let go, you bitch!“ Dawnelle yelled, „I’ve got you now and if you don’t let go, I’ll...“

She never got to finish her threat as hands darted to her heaving breasts and gave her nipple rings an agonising twist.

„Aaagghhh!“ her scream echoed around the cellar and as she froze in terror as Soo Lin hissed,

„Release her, slave! Get off her, right now and stand up!“

Dawnelle’s appalled gaze went to Soo Lin and as she recognised the grim determination on the tiny slave’s face, she shuffled backwards and rose slowly to her feet, taking extreme care not to alarm the brunette or give her the slightest excuse to twist the nipple rings which she still held.

Although she towered over Soo Lin’s slight frame and far outmatched her physically, the frightened redhead was horribly conscious that she was at the girl’s mercy.

While Soo Lin’s fingers remained hooked through the rings at her breasts, Dawnelle was helpless and had no choice but to do whatever she was told.

Melissa hurried to her sister’s side and helped her to sit up, „Are you all right, Maxine? Did that bitch hurt you?“

„No, I’m fine. Really. Don’t worry. I just lost my temper.“

„And how! I’ve never seen you as mad as that.“

„Neither have I. She really got to me,“ Maxine smiled at her sister, then looked up to where Soo Lin held Dawnelle prisoner, „Thanks, Soo Lin.“

„You are very welcome, Maxine. I only did what Melissa was about to do, but a little quicker. Do not forget that I have no reason to like this miserable slave any more than you,“ and she gave her captive a cold, hard glare.

As the friends stared at her, Dawnelle suddenly realised the fix that she was in.

She was quite alone in a locked cellar with three people who, far from liking her, had good cause to hate her for what she had done to them, two of whom she had personally kidnapped and helped to enslave!

Melissa’s mind was running along the same lines, „That bitch is the reason we’re here, „ she said venomously, „She kidnapped us and whipped us. And she whipped you, Soo Lin. I think we ought to make her pay, don’t you?“

Dawnelle trembled wildly and gasped, „No! No, don’t you dare! Get away from me! I’ll... I’ll tell the Masters and you’ll all be punished!“

Melissa nodded her head, „Yes, we probably will,“ she agreed, „But it’ll be worth it!“

That answer had never occurred to Dawnelle and as Soo Lin said, „Yes, I agree,“ and Maxine chuckled, „I’m with you, sis,“ the threat that Dawnelle had relied on to keep her safe from their wrath, crumbled to nothing!

„OK then,“ Melissa jumped to her feet, „Let’s do it!“

Dawnelle’s muscles tensed in preparation for flight, but Soo Lin was ready, „Oh, no you don’t, slave,“ and her fingers twitched warningly.

It was more than enough to defeat the redhead’s instinctive escape attempt and her eyes filled with hopeless despair as the two blonde sisters grabbed her arms.

In a fair fight, one against one, she could probably have defeated either of them, but they both had two arms to set against her one and she was additionally handicapped by not being able to twist and turn. She fought as hard as she could, but gradually her wrists were forced together behind her back and as the locks on her cuffs clicked shut, Dawnelle knew she was beaten.

Melissa whooped with delight and her sister punched the air in triumph as Dawnelle ceased her futile struggling and stood passively while Soo Lin grinned and said, „We are the Mistresses now, slave and it is you who must serve.“

Dawnelle’s pink tongue moistened her dry lips and her voice quavered as she asked, „Wh...What are you going to d...do to me?“

Soo Lin chuckled, „Is that the way you have been taught to address a Mistress?“ she retorted, „You must enjoy being whipped, slave.“

Dawnelle’s jaw dropped and she stared numbly at the brunette, „You... You wouldn’t!“ she stammered, „You c...c... can’t!“

Soo Lin’s grin broadened, but she didn’t reply and her very silence spoke volumes.

Unnerved, Dawnelle tore her eyes away from Soo Lin’s grinning face and looked for help and sympathy to Maxine and Melissa.

She found nothing but calm determination coupled with eager anticipation and her spirits sank to rock bottom as she understood that they really meant to go through with it.

Soo Lin nodded in satisfaction as the redhead’s shoulders slumped, „Good. Now let’s try that again, shall we? Why don’t you show your Mistresses how well you’ve learned to submit?“

Maxine chipped in, „Yes, go on. Down on your knees, slave and speak up. I’m going to enjoy hearing you call us Mistress!“

„And don’t forget that we know exactly how it should be done,“ Melissa’s eyes glittered and Dawnelle knew that she was going to have to give her submission as if it was Shimatsu or her own Master who stood over her, rather than three slaves like herself.

Soo Lin let go of her nipple rings and as the trio watched intently, Dawnelle went unwillingly to her knees and muttered, „I submit,“ keeping her head lowered to avoid seeing their faces.

Instantly, Maxine seized Dawnelle’s nose ring and pulled the wincing redhead back to her feet, „Oh, no. No, no, no, slave. Nowhere near good enough. Now do it properly!“

The tug at her nose ring hurt and tears prickled in her eyes, but the lesson was clear and Dawnelle realised that she would be made to repeat her humiliating actions as often as it took to satisfy the demanding threesome.

It was bad enough to do it twice... having to do it three times, or even more, was unthinkable!

When Maxine stepped back, Dawnelle sucked in a deep breath and sank gracefully onto her knees, keeping her spine rigidly erect until her buttocks rested on her pressed-together ankles, then spreading her thighs as wide as possible and pulling her shoulders back to stick her breasts out.

The display was as perfect as Dawnelle could make it and she knew that none of the watching girls could have done it any better.

„That’s a great improvement, slave. Now submit to me as your Mistress,“ as Maxine spoke, her sister bent and clipped Dawnelle’s ankle cuffs together, completing her bondage and leaving her no option but to obey.

Using the form of words that her Master had drilled into her brain, Dawnelle surrendered, „I sub...

submit myself to you as a full and o... obedient slave, my M... Mistress. Use me as you... as you wish.“

Maxine smiled coldly and as she saw the smile, Dawnelle shivered, wondering just how seriously the blonde took her declaration-maybe too seriously for comfort!

She had little time to think about it, for Melissa snapped, „Now you will submit to me.“

It was too late for Dawnelle to have second thoughts and as she repeated her submission, she had two Mistresses to worry about.

Then three, for Soo Lin made the same demand and received the same submission from her!

„You belong to us now.“

„Yes. If you try to disobey or fail to be pleasing, we’ll punish you.“

„You’re not better than us now, are you?

„You’re even more of a slave than we are.“

„We can do anything we want to you.“

„Who’s the pathetic little slut now, eh?“

„I wish Siteki had seen you submitting to each of us.“

„He’d whip you for sure.“

„Perhaps we’ll tell him.“

„Good idea. But only if you ever try to defy us.“

„How does it feel to know that you submitted to other slaves?“

As the three excited „Mistresses“ giggled and laughed her, Dawnelle trembled in miserable anguish, knowing that she had made a dreadful mistake. By submitting to each of them, even though they were only slaves themselves, she had unwittingly given them a lever to use against her. If her Master ever found out what she had done, he would be furious and his retribution would be terrible.

She was his slave, totally, but she had dared to submit without his permission.

How could she have been so stupid?

He must never, ever find out... and that was Dawnelle’s weakness.

Maxine, Melissa and Soo Lin all knew and that knowledge gave them power over her.

To keep her shame a secret from him, she would have to do whatever they demanded, forever!

Be a real slave to them!

There was no other choice and as she fully understood the predicament she was in, Dawnelle felt her belly begin to glow with unwanted heat as she visualised having to obey and please any or all of them whenever and however they commanded. The tables had been turned with a vengeance and now it was their turn to dominate a helpless slave and force her to submit to their will.

„Let’s stand her up and use the pulley to bend her over,“

Dawnelle’s eyes bulged and she stared up at the chain dangling from the roof above her, „No!

Please. Not that, Mistresses, please!“

Her words had no effect and as she was hauled to her feet and the chain lowered and clipped to her wrists, she wrenched vainly at her bonds. The pulley rattled and her arms were dragged upwards behind her back, forcing her to bend forward until her body was doubled over.

„I wish we had a crop and a gag.“

„Oh, yes! And some chains to spread her legs.“

„Mm. Still, not to worry, I expect we’ll manage.“

Helpless in her bondage, Dawnelle whimpered as cool hands stroked her upraised bottom, but she was powerless to stop her captors and as other hands caressed her flanks and fondled her rounded breasts, a wave of irresistible arousal washed over her.

„Do you want me to break it up?“

„No, I don’t think so. I’m rather enjoying it.“

„Yes. Interesting, isn’t it? I hadn’t realised that Soo Lin could be so aggressively dominant.“

„Nor had I. I shall have to keep an eye on her.“

„I would. A dominant slave is a contradiction.“

„Yes. If she shows signs of becoming too dominant, I shall have to consider selling her on.“

„She would fetch a good price, but it would be a pity. I know how much you enjoy her submission.“

„True, but such is life, my friend. And I have the others to console me.“

„Indeed you do, sir. And I have Dawnelle.“

„Yes, you have. I assume you will discipline her for this most disgraceful exhibition I am enjoying so much?“

„Naturally, sir. But with your permission, I shall first assist your slaves to revenge themselves on mine.“

„Oh, by all means. Carry on and I shall see you later.“

Siteki rose from the chair where he had watched Dawnelle’s capture unfold on the screen of the closed circuit television hidden in the doorframe of the cellar and with a slight bow to Shimatsu, walked from the room.

Stopping only to place a few pieces of equipment into a long zipped bag, he made his way down to the cellar and unlocked the door.

Maxine, Melissa and Soo Lin snatched their hands from Dawnelle’s delightfully trembling body and knelt hurriedly as Siteki strode into the room, their faces reddening with guilt as he gazed sternly at the helpless redhead and then at each of them in turn.

„You,“ he snapped, pointing at Soo Lin, „Explain what has happened here.“

The brunette gulped anxiously, „There... There was an argument, Master. Dawnelle started it and then she and Maxine had a f... fight.“

„Dawnelle evidently lost,“ Siteki interjected, „Continue, slave. What happened then?“

„We, Melissa and I, p... pulled her off and c... cuffed her wrists to stop the fight, Master.“

„Yes. And what else?“

Soo Lin dropped her eyes as she reached the part of the story that she feared would earn her and the others a merciless punishment, „We... We made her submit as... as a slave to all of us, Master.“

„All three of you?“

„Yes, Master,“ Soo Lin whispered, „We knew it was wr... wrong, Master, but we were ang... angry and wanted to p...p... punish her.“

„So you decided to tie and arouse her, did you?“

„Yes, Master. We are very sorry, Master.“

„Be silent!“ he ordered and the three frightened slaves clamped their lips tightly shut as he turned to Dawnelle.

„Is this true, slave?“ he demanded, „Did you submit as a full slave?“

Dawnelle was horrified and elated at the same time.

Now that her Master had turned up, her three captors would surely get the whippings they deserved for tying her up, but on the other hand, he now knew what she had done and might punish her, too!

„I couldn’t help it, Master,“ she cried, „There were three of them and I couldn’t fight them all!“

„So you submitted, on your knees, to each one, did you?“

„I... I had to, Master. They made me do it!“

„I see. And what exactly did you say, Dawnelle? Exactly, now.“

„I submit to you as a full and obedient slave, my Mistress. Use me as you wish,“ the redhead replied, „Just as you taught me, Master.“

„Very good, slave,“ he said approvingly, „A word perfect submission, in fact. Now, not another word until you are given permission to speak.“

Dawnelle relaxed slightly, still longing to explain that it really wasn’t her fault, but her Master had commanded to be silent and she was not about to earn his displeasure by disobeying.

Siteki turned back to Soo Lin and her kneeling companions, „On your feet all of you,“ and as all three displayed their bodies to his gaze, he gave a cruel smile, „You are all slaves,“ he said slowly,

„And slaves do not own property, not even other slaves. You should know that.“

Three heads bobbed in unison and three pairs of anxious eyes avoided his level stare.

„But...“ he added, „As this slave has freely admitted that she did submit fully to each one of you, I have decided to grant you temporary rights over her. Until tomorrow morning, you are her Mistresses and may do as you please with her.“

His generosity came as a stunning shock to the four slaves and as Maxine, Melissa and Soo Lin gaped at his grinning face, Dawnelle shrieked in terror and fought madly to escape her bonds.

Ignoring her frantic struggles, Siteki pointed to the bag he had brought with him, „Your slave is rather noisy,“ he chuckled, „That bag should help.“

Soo Lin opened the zip and looked inside and her lips curved into a huge smile as she saw the contents.

„Yes, Master,“ she agreed enthusiastically, „That will certainly be very useful! Thank you, Master...

for the bag and for Dawnelle.“

„You are most welcome, Soo Lin. I hope you and your fellow... ah... Mistresses make good use of her.“

Soo Lin nodded firmly, „We will, Master,“ she assured him and he grinned back at her, then walked to the door.

„Dawnelle!“ he called sharply and the redhead froze, „You have given your full submission to these three Mistresses and you are now their slave. If you are wise, you will serve them perfectly.“

The door closed behind him and as the bolts grated into their sockets, Dawnelle moaned in desperate anguish as her Master abandoned her to her fate and the less-than-tender mercies of her temporary Mistresses.

Soo Lin tipped the bag out, taking care that Dawnelle could see its contents and as a tangle of chains, three whips, a black leather gag and a matching blindfold tumbled to the floor, the tightly bound redhead screamed in terror.

But not for long...

Melissa grabbed her hair and pulled her head upwards, Maxine crammed the huge gag between her jaws and as Soo Lin buckled the blindfold over her eyes, Dawnelle was deprived of sight and speech.

She couldn’t even beg as chains were clipped to her ankle cuffs and as her legs were stretched wide and secured, her belly kicked and swirled to the knowledge of her shocking vulnerability.

Strolling arm-in-arm around the tightly trussed and delightfully presented body of their captive, the three Mistresses giggled with delight as they savoured the thrill of domination and discussed the best ways to pay her back for all the pain and humiliation she had inflicted on them.

The firm globes of Dawnelle’s bottom-cheeks drew all eyes like magnets and as Maxine bent to retrieve the whips, there was no need for her companions to ask what she had in mind.

One after another, with barely an instant’s gap between them, the three whips cracked across the sleek curves of Dawnelle’s upthrust buttocks, then rose and hissed downwards again.

The redhead squealed and hurled herself forward as stinging heat blossomed in her flesh, but there was to be no escape for her and as the chain to her wrists tightened and dragged her back into position, her weaving bottom offered an irresistible target!

The whips rose and fell, then rose and fell again and again, until her flesh glowed a fiery red and she howled in pain and gabbled wordless pleas for mercy into the gag that filled her mouth.

Maxine had never used a whip in her life and had never imagined that she ever would, but as she sent her crop searing across Dawnelle’s reddened bottom, her eyes glittered with a fierce pleasure that she hadn’t known herself capable of feeling. For a brief moment, she hesitated, astonished at her own unsuspected cruelty, but then she reminded herself that Dawnelle was a thief and a kidnapper and deserved everything she was getting and raised her whip once more.

Alongside her, Melissa had no such inhibitions and was thoroughly enjoying her revenge.

The frantic writhing of Dawnelle’s body and her muffled screams were sweet music to the blonde and as far as she was concerned, it couldn’t be happening to a more deserving person!

When Dawnelle had been a Mistress, she hadn’t hesitated to whip her slaves into submission and if she couldn’t take being on the receiving end of a punishment, then she shouldn’t have been so keen to dish it out, should she?

Melissa’s only regret was that she only had one night to teach the redhead a lesson and she had no intention of wasting a single moment of it!

Unlike the two sisters, Soo Lin had administered a whipping before.

To Maxine, in preparation for her surrender to Shimatsu.

But that had been under orders... this was sheer enjoyment!

She lowered her whip and trailed it up the inside of Dawnelle’s quivering thigh towards her unprotected sex and was immediately rewarded by the tensing of muscles as her slave tried in vain to close her legs.

The tip of Soo Lin’s whip reached the tender, exquisitely sensitive lips of Dawnelle’s gaping sex and the redhead shuddered in terror and helpless arousal as the slim leather explored her. Realising all too clearly, that the whip caressing her so intimately could just as easily be snapped upwards to send dreadful pain shooting into her defenceless belly.

Maxine immediately recognised Dawnelle’s arousal and beckoned Melissa over, whispering in her ear too softly to be overheard.

Melissa grinned and nodded and as she reduced the power of her whip-strokes to casual flicks, just hard enough to keep Dawnelle’s buttocks smarting, her sister crouched beside the redhead and used her crop to tease her breasts and nipples.

Tormented almost beyond bearing, her bottom on fire, sex oozing wetly and nipples achingly hard, Dawnelle rose on tip-toe, but still could not evade the stimulation that raged through her body as her Mistresses toyed with her...and as her desire overwhelmed her and her control slipped away, she responded more and more deeply, more and more helplessly.

Until, no longer fighting her enforced lust, but welcoming it and embracing it as her only friend in a cruel, dark world, Dawnelle surrendered totally and stood teetering on the edge of a stupefyingly powerful orgasm.

Teetering, but unable to take the final step that would plunge her into sexual rapture.

It was sheer torture-but torture of the most, terrible, wonderful, blissful kind-and as Dawnelle writhed and screamed and begged to be allowed to submit to her thrillingly cruel Mistresses, she plumbed the uttermost limits of subjugation.

And found the soaring, unimaginable ecstasy that lay beyond...

Her screams changed to soft moans of unbearable need, her writhing to undulations of blatant sensuality and her pleas for mercy to muffled declarations of her sincere and heartfelt wish to serve her Mistresses in any way they desired, as a full and willing slave.

Her transformation could not be misunderstood and as Soo Lin turned to her friends and said, „This slave has learned a valuable lesson. Shall we allow her to submit and serve us?“ Maxine and Melissa nodded in agreement.

Working together, the three Mistresses released Dawnelle’s wrists from the chain, helped her down onto her back and removed her gag, but left her legs widely straddled.

The moment her aching jaws permitted, the redhead took a deep breath, „I submit myself completely to you, my Mistresses. Use me well, I beg you Mistresses and make me serve you as the hot, randy slut I know I am.“

The desperation in her voice as she made her emotional plea was followed by long, tense moment of absolute silence in the cellar, then the spell was broken by Melissa’s laughter, „I remember Siteki once telling you that you would make a superbly submissive slave, Dawnelle. It seems he was right, doesn’t it?“

„Yes, Mistress,“ the redhead answered, blushing at the memory, „He knew what I was long before I did.“

„Yes, but now we all know what you are, don’t we? And you are going to serve us as well as you serve him, aren’t you?“

Dawnelle shivered and whispered, „Yes, Mistress. I am... I am your slave now.“

„Then pleasure me, slut!“ Melissa snapped and knelt with her knees on either side of Dawnelle’s blindfolded face, easing herself down until the ringed lips of her sex brushed the redhead’s mouth.

Instantly, Dawnelle’s soft lips parted and she began to kiss and lick at the blonde’s moist cleft, her passion zooming as she displayed her intense submission.

To her horrified delight, she felt other mouths descend on her breasts and nuzzle between her thighs and as knowing tongues rolled her engorged nipples and speared into the wet heat of her sex, a gigantic climax exploded into her body.

She could not hold back her surrender for even an instant and as her spine arched clear of the floor and she convulsed in frenzied spasms, a foaming wave of boiling love juices smashed into her belly with immense power.

Shuddering and gasping in the throes of her overwhelming passion, far beyond control or shame, Dawnelle buried her face in Melissa’s groin, her tongue and lips working furiously to repay her Mistresses for the incredible pleasure they had forced upon her.

The blonde wriggled lower, opening herself wider to her slave and as Dawnelle’s efforts achieved the desired effect, Melissa sighed with blissful ecstasy and her belly pulsed in a slow, deliciously satisfying orgasm as the redhead lapped and sucked at the sweet juices that trickled from her Mistress’s thoroughly pleasured body.

Red-faced and sweating from her exertions, Dawnelle panted as Melissa eventually stood up, but then, to the redhead’s deep shock, Maxine and her sister simply changed places and the cycle began for a second time.

And Dawnelle found that, despite her first enormous climax, her body was, if anything, even more helplessly responsive, even more exquisitely sensitive-and far, far easier to arouse.

The touch of lips at her belly and breasts, combined with the erotic submissiveness of her pleasuring of a second Mistress, sent her arousal climbing to renewed heights and triggered a climax almost before she had begun.

Shuddering to the wild spasms that shook her belly as her juices flooded down, Dawnelle gasped as lips nibbled delicately at her protruding clitoris and teeth tugged at her nipple rings to send

deliciously painful twinges through her breasts, each adding fuel to the inferno of her lust as she struggled to satisfy her Mistress.

Subjugated to the ultimate degree, Dawnelle screamed in delirious rapture as a third and then a fourth shattering climax ripped through her belly, each reinforcing and building on the last until tears of unbearable joy and ecstasy soaked her blindfold as her lips tasted the sweet essences of her Mistress’s orgasm.

Drowning in a whirlpool of undreamed-of passion and desire, Dawnelle whimpered in loss and lifted her stained face blindly as her Mistress’s body was taken from her lips.

„Please, my Mistresses,“ she begged humbly, „Please,“ but what she begged so desperately for, she neither knew nor cared as her belly pulsed incessantly to her unabated need!

She welcomed her third Mistress with a wordless cry and as her mouth enfolded the soft warmth of her sex and her tongue probed deep into the slick velvet of her love-cleft, Dawnelle hurtled into the fifth climax of her marathon of submission.

Instantly obedient and more than willing to submit, Dawnelle served her Mistress fully and well, with all the passion and helpless adoration of a true sex-slave, her own pleasure as deep and intense as that of the woman whose body she pleasured.

And as her unknown Mistress moaned in her release and her juices showered down around Dawnelle’s flickering tongue, the redheaded slave lapped eagerly at the woman’s belly as her own bubbled and swirled with thrilling power.

Soo Lin, the last of the three Mistresses to enjoy Dawnelle’s enforced favours, rose to her feet and joined Maxine and Melissa as they gazed down at the panting, trembling slave who had served them so well.

One at a time, each knelt beside her and gave the astonished redhead a long, sensual kiss, crushing her soft lips beneath theirs and exploring her mouth with swift darts of their tongues, then drawing back as she responded helplessly.

„You are one of us, now,“ Soo Lin said softly, „A truly submissive slave.“

Dawnelle gulped and opened her mouth to reply, but a gentle finger pressed across her lips and she understood that she was not to speak.

„You have the heat of a slave in your belly and can only ever be what you have proven yourself to be,“ Melissa spoke gently, but her words carried total conviction and Dawnelle knew she could not deny their truth, even if she had been allowed to try.

„You were once a harsh and demanding Mistress,“ Maxine continued firmly, „And we all hated you and feared you. But by tomorrow morning, you will have paid in full for your cruelty to us and if you wish to be friends, we promise to bear no grudges against you.“

Since the moment of her enslavement by Siteki, Dawnelle had been forced to endure the same pain, humiliation and despair that she had inflicted on many others and the last thing she had been expecting from her three captors was the offer of friendship and forgiveness!

Considering what she had done to them, especially Maxine and Melissa, she knew she could hardly have complained if they had whipped her all night.

She felt a warm rush of gratitude and affection well up inside her and as the finger was taken from her lips, she replied in a voice choked with emotion, „I would like that, my Mistresses,“ she said huskily, „And I am grateful for your kindness and ask your forgiveness for my cruel treatment of you.“

Soo Lin chuckled, „There is little to forgive, slave. You were a Mistress then.“

„But not any more,“ Melissa added and Dawnelle shivered.

„No, not any more, Mistress,“ she agreed sadly, „Now it is I who may be wh... whipped and t...

taken for the pl... pleasure of my M... Masters.“

„Or, of course, your Mistresses, slave.“

There was nothing Dawnelle could say to that and her belly kicked hugely.

Maxine changed the subject, „It must be getting pretty late. It’s hours since Siteki left, so perhaps we’d better think about getting some sleep.“

„Mm, I suppose you’re right. OK, we’d better untie her then.“

Dawnelle’s legs were stiff and her arms almost numb, but as she heard that she was to be released from her thrilling helplessness, she felt real disappointment and made an unthinking, quite instinctive decision.

„Uh, Mistresses,“ she said humbly, „Wait... Please.“

„What is it, slave?“

Dawnelle coloured, „Have...Have I been...satisfactory, Mistresses?“

„You certainly have. We are very pleased with you, slave.“

Her flush deepened and she gave a grateful smile, „Thank you, Mistresses. I was just thinking that...

well...“ her voice faltered, then she steadied herself and hurried on, „You only h... have me for one night and tomorrow you’ll all be slaves again. So if you like, why not l... leave me t... tied up? I wouldn’t m...mind and you would still have your sl... slave to enjoy whenever you w... wanted.“

It was an extraordinary offer and as she made it, Dawnelle’s belly fluttered and rippled with excitement and anticipation clearly visible to the watching trio.

„Well, yes, all right. If it’s what you really want.“

Dawnelle took a deep breath, trying vainly to calm the slave-heat surging through her body, „It is, Mistress,“ she gasped; and knew her submission to slavery was complete!

The sodden leather of her gag was pushed back into her mouth and buckled tightly and as she was silenced, Dawnelle remembered, too late, that she had meant to ask for her aching arms to untied and re-fastened to her collar.

Gagged, that option was now lost to her and she knew she was going to have to endure the discomfort for as long as she was bound.

Just as she had made others suffer whatever torment she had chosen to impose on them.

It was not for a slave to decide the duration or extent of her service and Dawnelle was no less of a slave than any of the helpless submissives she had dominated as a ruthless Mistress.

Excited and aroused by the stringent bondage to which she was condemned by her own request, Dawnelle was quite unable to take Maxine’s well-meant suggestion to get some rest and as her belly continued to burn with delicious slave-heat and her erect nipples refused to soften, she could only hope that one or more of her Mistresses would take up her offer and use her as she desperately wanted to be used.

She need not have been concerned...

Her defenceless body was much too responsive and tempting to be ignored and Melissa took full advantage.

Blindfolded, Dawnelle was unable to tell which of her Mistresses stood over her, but her ignorance only added to the blistering slave-heat that seared through her as a crop flicked casually at her spread thighs, rose to swish across her softly rounded belly and then, to her absolute horror, nipped delicately at the swollen globes of her breasts!

At first, Dawnelle was petrified with terror, but as the gentle cropping sensitised her flesh, she began to realise that she was not being punished, or even about to be punished.

She was being conditioned.

To respond to the whip as an instrument of pleasure, as well as a cause of pain and fear.

The moment she finally understood what was being done to her, a tremendous wave of arousal set every nerve-ending in her body tingling and she trembled like an aspen, suspecting that her Mistress planned to make her submit in the most embarrassing way possible.

Using only the whip to bring her to her orgasm, without touching her with either lips or fingers!

When she climaxed, and Dawnelle already knew she inevitably must, it would be to the obdurate steel and leather that confined and controlled her, her submission that of a true bondage-slave. The whip roamed over her trembling flesh, steadily increasing her passion and as it tapped at the hardened button of her clitoris and toyed with the engorged lips of her sex, Dawnelle whimpered and chewed on her gag to the jolts of electrifying arousal that shot up into her roiling belly.

Built to a peak of raging need, Dawnelle’s hips strained upwards to offer herself still more helplessly to the leather, her body pleading mutely for the satisfaction it must have-at any cost.

For ten endless seconds, the redhead held her pose, knowing full well that she was exhibiting her total and willing subjugation...and then she hurtled into a squealing, shuddering orgasm as the whip’s braided handle was thrust into the slick heat of her sex.

Gazing down at Dawnelle’s squirming surrender, Melissa and her fellow Mistresses grinned at each other.

There were several hours still to go until Dawnelle was released and those hours were clearly not going to be wasted...!

Siteki strode into the cellar and at his brisk command; Dawnelle’s blindfold was removed.

He stared disdainfully at her sex-stained body and she blushed a vivid scarlet as he sneered, „What a randy little Western slut you are slave! And your so-called Mistresses were no better! The videotape we made of you all was most amusing. And stimulating. Mr Shimatsu and I found it most enjoyable and I’m sure our guests will like it equally as much when we play it to them!“

His hard eyes swept over the stunned features of the four slaves and he laughed cruelly, „Yes, it’s all on tape, slaves and I’m sure it will be a wonderful ice-breaker for the party, don’t you think?“

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