Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 17:29:59 +0000 From: Kitty Nolastname <kitty_slave@hotmail.com> Subject: new life chapter 2 New Life Part 2 Kitty (kitty_slave@hotmail.com) ----------------------------- This is Solely property of me, and cannot be used anywhere else except by my allowance. email me if you want to use this on your site. ----------------------------- I sat in the back seat of the limousine, my blindold tightly wrapped over my eyes. After my Mistress had chosen me to be her new slave, the other girls had quickly dispersed to the other parts of the room. After wondering for a few minutes what was going to happen next, my Mistress turned to me. "You have 5 minutes to break any ties you have with your old life. It does not exist anymore." I nodded quickly. "kitty understands Mistress." Simply saying that set my gentinals aflame. I had read stories of permanent relationships like these, and couldn't wait to see what would happen in real life. I quickly ran over to where the other girls were. I had no real family left that cared about me, so I hugged a few of the girls I new, and went back to my Mistress. I also noticed that the other Mistresses had treated their new slaves differnetly. One of them had given her slave a full day to break ties, as well as an address to be at the next day. The other Mistress had simply wrenched her slave up by the hair, pulling her towards the back exit. After I had said goodbye's, my Mistress had pulled out a long peice of cloth. She tied it over my eyes. I couldn't tell what happened next, but I felt cold metal snap around my neck and felt a tug from what I assumed was my Mistress' leash. Now I sat in the back seat of the car, where my Mistress had firmly told me to stay. I found myself wondering if this was the right decision. For all I knew, I could be locked up like this for life. I didn't have much time toponder; the car pulled to a stop. I heard the door open, and a firm tug at my neck told me my Mistress wanted me moving again. I was lead by the neck for about 10 minutes, constantly going down stairs as far as I could tell, until my Mistress suddenly came to a stop. My blindfold came off, and I took in my surroundings. I was in a small room, without a carpet or anything on the walls. There was no wallpaper, or windows, simply a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the corner of the room, there was an old cot. That was it for the furnishings. I looked around, then finally brought my eyes to my Mistress, wondering what this was. "This will be your room until you prove yourself worthy of something else. You will sleep here every day when I am finished with you. If I find you have left the room during the night, or attempted to, you will be severely punished." She walked up to me, grabbing my chin and looking me feircely in the eyes. "Do you understand, my little slut?" I nodded quickly. "Yes Mistress, kitty understands." I paused for a second. "May kitty ask a question, Mistress?" My Mistress nodded. "Make it quick!" I shuddered. "What should kitty do if she need s to.... to relieve herself?" My Mistres gave a chuckle. "kitty will hold it, and go when I say she can, or she will be severely punished." With that she left. I slowly lowered myself to the floor, and crawled over to the cot. I layed down to a restless sleep.... Pain flashed accorss my butt as I woke up. My Mistress stood over me, holding a switch in one hand, which she tapped imaptiently on her other palm. I quickly stood up, hoping not to dissapoint her as I began my first day in forever. Suddenly her hand came up, and the switch slashed visciously on my thigh. I cried out, and bit down on my lip to keep silent. "Today is your first day of training." My Mistress began circling me looking me up and down. "You will learn the daily routines, and what is expected of you. I will only teach you everything once, and I expect you to remember it. As of now, you probably see this as a sexual game, full of pleasure, and mild pain. You still think of yourself as a person, even though you speak to me as property. Make no mistake. Over the next few months of training, you will break. You will become my adoring pet, and nothing more." She came back to my front, and looked me aquarely in the eyes. "The first thing you will learn is meekness. You will never look me in the eyes unless I address you differently. Your eyes belong on the floor, like the worthless little bitch you are." I quickly averted my eyes, hoping to avoid punishment. In reality, this was a huge turnon, and I could already feel my cunt getting wet. "Now," my Mistress said, "we will make you look presentable." From behind her she pulle dout a pair of long scissors. I shuddered again, unable to control myself. She reached out, first grabbing my hair in one strong hand. With a quiet snip, my hair fell away, now ending at my chin. After that, she looked at me again. "Down on all fours, slave." She said. I scurried down as quickly as I could, wondering what could come next. My Mistress walked around behind me, and before I knew what was going on, she was cutting away my clothes! In less than a minute i crouched naked in front of her, my pussy obviously wet and dripping. She took a deep breath. "If you are a good slave, I may allow you to sate your lust kitty." "kitty will be good, Mistress!" I cried, trying not to let my voice waver. My Mistress grabbed me by my chin, and feircly pulled my up to a kneeling position. Than, she pulled off the fabric of her pants, barely attatched by zippers. "Every morning I will relieve myself with you." She said, smiling down at me. "I expect you to catch every droplet. If you fail, I will make you regret it." Quickly I pressed my mouth up against my Mistress' lips, almost disgusted at the thought of drinking her pee. In an instant I felt the warm liquid gushing in my throat, both sweet and bitter at the same time. As she sighed, I struggled to swallow, almost letting my mouth open too far and dropping her precious urine. She smiled down at me again, still peeing. "Although you may not like it now, kitty, soon you will see my urine as the sweetest of nectars. It will become a reward for you, if you are good enough to deserve it. I didn't dare respond and drop her piss. I could feel the current begin to slow. and finally stop. As I began to move back, her grip on my hair tightened, and I winced. "I expect you to clean me afterwards, you filthy little whore. This mistake just cost you a severe punishement." I moved in again, using my tongue to catch every ounce of pee left, diving into her folds. I almost found it enjoyable; I loved the taste of another woman's mound. I thought if I did a good enough job, possibly she would allow me to get away without punishment. Finally, when I was sure she was clean, I moved away. My Mistress stood over me sneering angrily. She pulled her switch back out, and began to pace around me. I knew what had to be coming and shuddered obviously. "Get up, you filthy excuse for a whore!" she commanded, and I sprang to my feet quickly, averting my eyes. "yes Mistress!" I shouted as I stood. Suddenly I felt the first slash accross my ass. I stifled a cry, and my Mistress spoke again. "I expect you not to make a sound during this punishment. If you do, I will lengthen it. You're lucky this is your first day, slave, or your punishment would be MUCH worse!" And so I stood, feeling each blow land. I knew that after only the first few hits my butt cheeks would be red, but I still found the experience thrilling. This was the life I had dreamnt about so many times. I was eager to please my new Mistress, so I stood out the pain, biting my bottom lip. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the blows stopped. "I hope you learnt your lesson, my little bitch." She said, circling around to my front yet again. "kitty learnt Mistress!" I shouted. I almost yelped when I heard my voice crack. I was completely in the control of this woman. The thought set my womanhood flowing again. I could feel my own juices wetting my inner thighs. I hoped my Mistress would allow me release soon. After watching me for a few moments, my Mistress smiled. "Now we will move on to your next lesson. Today I will begin teaching you how to compose yourself as my slave. For starter, as you already know, you are forbidden to look at me unless I allow you. Your eyes are to remain on the ground at all times." I caught myself, averting my gaze downward once more. Suddenly, my Mistress sharply turned anf began to walk away. Surprised, I stayed sitting on the floor. At about 10 feet, she turned around again. Standing stifly, she uttered a sharp command. "Come." Confused, I stood up, walking towards her. When I came to where she had stopped, I nervously stared at the ground, unsure what to do. Her backhand caught me by surprise. I gave a little yelp of pain as her hand smacked my face, and I felt tears wetting the corners of my eyes. I had no idea what I had done wrong. My Mistress answered the question. "Standing is against the rules unless I say otherwise. You are my pet, a filthy worthless bitch and whore, and will act that way. The next time I tell you to follow me, you will crawl. you will not complain. You will be promt and swift. Any laziness will be punished." Without giving me time to answer, my Mistress walked another 10 feet down the hallway outside the room. "Come!" I dropped to my hands and knees quickly, and dashed accross the floor to my Mistress. In only a few short seconds I was at her feet, sitting quietly. I flt a hand on my hair, but instead of the normal insistent tug, it was a soothing pet. I heard my Mistress' soft coos, and she spoke to me in a gentle tone. "That was exactly what I expect from you, my kitty." As she crouched beside me her hand moved down my body, brushing lightly past my left nipple, and came to a stop right at the top of my shaved lower lips. As my Mistress leaned closer, her mouth came to my ear. She gave it an affectionate lick, than whispered in a low voice. "Now kitty, you will learn this isn't all just pain and punishment. Behave and do what you are told, my pet, and you will be generously rewarded." With those words, her hand plunged forcefully into my cunt. I was used to gradual increasion, maybe one finger, than two, than three at most, but in one instant my Mistress shoved her entire hand into my hole. It met little resistance at the soaked lips and passed right in. As she pumped in and out, I lost control, giving a loud moan of pleasure, followed by a purr. I could see right away my Mistress was an expert at what she did; as she pumped sunsually away at my pussy, taking me to the edge and back, she continued to lick and nibble my ear. Finally i felt the pressure build up inside me, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. I began to pant, purrr, coo and moan at the same time, and I was enjoying every moment of it. This was the best sexual experience of my life. Suddenly, the beautiful, wet hand came sliding out of my hole, and the tongue at my ear also stopped. I whimpered, so close to the edge and yet so far. As I began to open my eyes, I felt a long, sensual lick across the entirety of my cunt. It was all I needed. My Mistress withdrew her face as I came, allowing my juice to splatter across her mouth, lips, and the rest of her face. I've always been a messy cummer. As my passion subceded, my Mistress waited expectantly. "If at any point I am 'messy' after rewarding you, it is your duty to 'clean up' the mess." I looked at her face with wide eyes. Eat my own, cum? The thought made me sick to the stomach. But what my Mistress said I must do, I must do. I leaned over to her face, using my tongue to pick up my juice. It didn't taste that bad. I also got a feel for my Mistress curved face. She was young, quite possibly only 2 or 3 years older than me. I had never before noticed how Attrative she was. Her face had a sharp frame but smooth curves, obviously with some Asian ancestry. Brown, penetrating eyes tilted PERFECTLY, complementing her features. And finally, there were those tight, pursed lips. I tried to spend extr time cleaning those. I actually caught myself beginning to breathe harder just looking at the woman. Was my 'breaking' already beginning? After I had finished, my Mistress smiled affectionately, giving my head another pet. This time I tilted hy head sideways a bit. I liked the way her smooth hand moved my hair across my ears. I couldn't help but smile. Despite the pain that still bit at my sore ass, I could feel myself settling into this life. Although it was only my first day, and I was sure there were plently of "toys" I'd yet to see or hear about, I had a feeling this would become a life I treasured. MY Mistress' hand moved away, and before I knew what I was doing, I was leaning forward, trying to make the brushing last as long as possible. My Mistress smiled at my reaction, obviously pleased. From a secluded back pocket, she pulled out the leash/collar I had worn before. Without resisting, I allowed her to clip it on, keeping my eyes firmly planted on the floor. With my previous "reward", I was going to make sure to behave as much as possible to get many more. Without saying anything to me, My Mistress stood, pulling sharply on the leash. I struggled on hands and knees to keep up, staying slightly behin her at all times. She was wearing knee high boots today, black leather. They had huge, towering heels. Above those wer a small area of bared skin, then a tight black leather skirt. It clearly defined my Mistress' ass. I found myself oddly attracted to it. I had never been an ass-girl before, but the site of it all wrapped up in that sweet black package just made it seem irresistable. As I began imagining all the wonderful things that my Mistress might make me do to her ass, she came to a stop. I almost walked past her, but I managed to stop just short. She opened a door on her right, and walked in. The new room was roughly the same as the one I had, in shape and size only. However, the floor was covered in a thick wrestling padding and the walls were all mirrors. However, it was not the room that shocked me, but the device inside it. In the middle of the room was a steel device. 4 bars came to two peaks, each with 2 bars apeice, and another bar stretched between them. Hanging down from the middle bar was what looked like a giant hair curkler, black as well. On the floor were two shocking mostrosities of dildos, large fat 8" cocks positioned obviously to penetrate the ass and cunt simultaniously. The entire ensemble was completed by two nipple clamps as well as handcuffs to hold the arms. I found myself whimpering just looking at the machine. My Mistress smiled affectionately at it, as if remembering. Then, looking down at me, she said, "This machine will be teaching you posture. At ALL times you will be in a firm kneeling position, unless I tell you not to. Have no fear you will forget it. You will be on this machine the remainder of the day, whether you like it or not. You are not to make a sound. I will be in the next room entertaining geusts, and if I hear any disturbances I will be severely displeased. I also expect that you will refrain from reaching sexual climax. It is important you learn self restraint. Again, any sign of your orgasm and you will be punished." I stared at the floor, shocked. My eyes kept going to the monster cocks positioned there. Ebvery other part of the device was safe, welcome even, but the cocks brought me close to throwing up. At age 14 I'd been raped, and since that day even the plastic image of a cock made my stomach reel. The experience had been both revolting and intoxicating. Although I hated the feel of the cok pulsing inside me, the sheer act of someone dominating me, holding me so I couldn't move set my hormones racing. I think it was this experience that began me on the path to my new life now. I felt a sharp tug at my leash, and my Mistress led me to the machine. With surprising strength, she grabbed me under the arms and lifted me, positioning me over the two rods. I began to sob as she did it, unable to control the sound. Tears stained my face, as I looked down at the floor. "I can tell youdo not like the male sexual organ." My Mistress said to me, increasing the downward pressure. I gasped as the cocks began sinking into my holes, my pussing giving way freely and my ass muscles finally giving up fighting against it. "But, my littly kitty, this is not punishment. I promise you one day you will enjoy experiences such as these. Now, settle down." With that, she slammed me down, instantly ramming both cocks into me up to the hilt. I gasped in pain and pleasure, still feeling sick to the stomach. I felt like my holes were going to rip open with these monsters jammed in. As I struggled to remain quiet my Mistress arranged my legs so I was in a sitting position. Then, she wrenched my up by the hair, straightening my back. Using the giant curler to fasten m y hair to the machine, my Mistress now had my in an erect kneeling position, my back straight and my legs spread slightly. Each movement causeed me to give another little gasp of pain as the rods shifted against my walls. If it weren't for the "skin" between them, the two would be rubbing against eachother. I felt sharp bites at my nipples, and I noticed in my haze of pain that Mistress had attatched the nipple clamps. I was used to clamps, they were one of my favorites. These ones were attactched to tite wires, pulling my breasts to the sides of the machine. Finally my hands were also clamped in. I was on the machine completely. I strugled to keep from crying as I saw my reflection in the mirrors around the room. My Mistress stood before me. I could still see her cunt; she hadn; covered it up after her morning cleaning. It was running now, and she was obviously aroused bymy appearance. Finally she crouched down to my level, and gave me a hard kiss. "Now, my little kitty, sit still, and maybe I will leave out the dildos from a few of our later lessons. I will be back in twelve hours to pick you up." Saying that, she gave me an affectionate pat, and I was left alone in the room. My eyes spread widely as I heard what she said. Twelve hours!? I would be screaming by then. The firey pain from being infiliteated against my will had subsided a bit. But each breath cause my to shift, ripping at my nipples and cunt. I was certainly wet as hell, though. I was sitting here, strapped tio a machine I wouldn't have thought of in my wildest dreams, dominated by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. My own thought caught me by surprise. Was my Mistress really the most beautiful woman I had ever seen? I nodded to myself. She certainly was. The nod brought new waves of pain, but these were far weaker than before. I started to feel the underlying pleasure of the situation. Although shifting was uncomfortable, I felt electricity spasm through me with each breath. It would not be hard to orgasm on this machine. I held my resolve though, not wanting to displease my Mistress. I tried to relax a bit, but doing that rammed the twin dildos farther into there little nests, and ripped my hair and nipples. Obviously I was meant to stay perfectly straight, in the position I had been told. Holding back moans of pleasure and agony, I waited. After an eternity of pain and turmoil, I heard the door open. I was practically dropping from the machine, along my hair to hold me up. I had long since given up crying; my cheeks were stained and I could barely muster up a sob. My cunt and ass were aching, and I had been on the edge of orgasm for hours. Managing to look up, I saw my Mistress smiling proudly at me. She knelt down, stroking my head, unclasping my arms, hair, and nipples. Than, gently as she could, she lifted me off the machine. I tried to hold back the scream, but I couldn't. As the cocks seemed to rip out in slow motion, I let out a shreik and reduced myself to a crying heap of skin. My Mistress pet me gently, cooing to me and shushing me. I cried for some time, it could have been minutes, or maybe hours. When I was done, my Mistress led me back to my room. There was a bucket of warm soapy water there, and some sort of rice in a bowl. My Mistress left me to eat and clean myself. "Good night, my little kitty. But don;t even think about pleasing yourself while I am gone. I will know." I had no doubts when she said that. I ate quickly, never daring to stand. I used my hands to wash myself as best as I could, than put the bucket in the corne of the room. Exhausted, I dropped onto the pallet into a deep, dreamless sleep. -------------------------- End of Part 2 ------------------------- Feedback is appreciated! Please email me at kitty_slave@hotmail.com, but only for compliments or suggestions. No flaming!