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From: "Laura Davis" <ldavis4@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Los Angeles
Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2001 08:10:03 -0500
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Los Angeles by Laura Lynn Davis.  Copyright 2001.

Author's note:  I've heard authors say that the story took over
and got away from them but I never really believed it until now.
I mean, how can a collection of words take over the process of
creating a story.  Now, I'm a believer.  This story was supposed
to be about a girl who graduates from college and goes to Los
Angeles where she learns to enjoy BDSM.  Then she comes home and
meets a prissy professional woman, seduces her, and enslaves her.
 Well, while I was writing the background paragraphs about Los
Angeles the story just took over and the main character never
does get home.  At least not yet.


	I left for Los Angeles within a week of graduating from college
with a degree in business. I was going to find a job, go to
graduate school, and make a name for myself in the world of
business.  I was a slender tomboy, just turned twenty-two, and I
was going to be somebody!  I was cute and I had a nice, athletic
figure (translation: small boobs) and slim, pretty legs.  Unruly
brown hair worn very short, brown eyes, and a smooth olive
complexion completed the package. I stood a hair over 5' 7" and
weighed 130 pounds.  I was in excellent shape thanks to four
years of club soccer, basketball, and softball.

	I moved into an apartment with two other girls, one I'd known in
college who'd graduated a year ahead of me.  We got along well,
fairly well anyway, and things were happening.  I found a job at
a small production company, an entry-level clerical thing, but I
had high hopes.  One night, about three weeks after I'd arrived,
my friend, Tina, took me to a fetish club downtown.

	I'd never seen anything like it!  I'd had affairs in college,
with both men and women, but I was still on the fence, sexually.
Somebody had once told me about Woody Allen's remark about being
bisexual - how it doubles your chances of a date on Saturday
night.  That's exactly right!  I suspected that I'd come down on
one side of the fence or the other but I had no idea that it
would happen so soon.  Or in the way it did.

	I was wearing black jeans, a black silk T-shirt, and black
leather ankle boots and I thought I looked pretty good.  I hadn't
bothered with a bra since I'm a 34a/b, depending upon the time of
month, and I enjoyed the sensation that was generated as my
nipples rubbed against the silk T-shirt.  We'd been there for
about and hour when Tina disappeared with a guy she'd met at the
bar.  A few minutes later, as I was wandering around, I met a
woman called Isabelle.  She was about 5' 9" but was close to six
feet in the boots she was wearing.  She had black hair and pale
skin that looked as if it had never seen the light of day.  She
wasn't beautiful, her features were too strong for real beauty,
but she was .... I guess handsome is the best word.

	Isabelle was flogging a beautiful blonde girl in her late
twenties.  I stopped to watch and I got turned on as I watched
the blonde whimper and sob as each blow landed.  Isabelle flogged
the girl's pretty ass and then switched and began to flog her
tits.  The blondes nipples hardened after a couple of strokes and
I was surprised to see her arching her back, pushing her tits
out, making them more available to the flogger.  The blonde was
wearing a collar and a rope was tied to a ring in the front of
the collar.  It ran down between the blonde's legs, parting her
labia, up between her buttocks, and was tied to a ring set in a
beam about 10 feet over our heads.

	A rope attached to the one running between the blonde's legs
hung down behind her, a comfortable arm's length overhead.  It
had a plastic handle on the end, just like a garage door opener.
Isabelle could grab the handle and pull on it, shortening the
rope between the blonde's legs.  A hard pull caused the blonde to
yelp in pain.  A soft pull made her moan as the rope rubbed
against her clit.

	Isabelle moved back behind the blonde and flogged her ass,
changing floggers to one that hit with more of an audible thump.
The blonde lunged against the rope with each stroke.  Her
breathing deepened and the look on her face was dreamy.  I
realized that the pain from the flogger was competing with, or
reinforcing the pleasure the blonde got from the rope rubbing
against her clit.  By now her body was covered with a sheen of
perspiration and she was grunting softly as each stroke landed
across her pretty butt, which was now a bright pink.

	I was so wet I was afraid a wet spot would show through my
jeans.  I had to resist a strong impulse to push my hand down the
front of my jeans and masturbate.  Another minute passed and then
the blonde let out a soft groan and her body sagged, held up by
the rope around her wrists.  I realized that she'd just had an
orgasm.  It blew my mind to think that someone could come while
being whipped!

	Isabelle released the blonde and she sank to her knees and
kissed the handle of the flogger, thanking Isabelle for the
whipping.  Then she got up and walked away.  I knew Isabelle's
name by then because I'd heard a number of people in the crowd
talking about her.  They drifted away when the blonde left. 
Isabelle glanced around and smiled.  "You're a cute little bitch.
 Come here."  I looked around.  Everyone else was gone and I
realized she was talking to me!

	I walked over and she asked me if I'd enjoyed watching her whip
Karin.  I nodded.  "Yes, it was very . . . exciting."

	She reached out and cupped my chin.  "You're new here.  What's
your name and where are you from?"

	"My name is Justine Kincaid, ma'am.  I'm from Massachusetts. 
From Pittsfield."

	She smiled.  "Very good.  You're a polite little bitch.  Are you
*with* anyone?"

	I shook my head.  "No, not really.  I came with my roommate but
she disappeared with some guy."

	"Very good."  She released my chin and brushed the back of her
hand across my nipples which were attempting to poke holes
through the thin silk T-shirt.  I moaned and her smile got wider.
 "Come with me."  She turned and walked away without looking
back, confident that I'd be right behind her.  I was.  I followed
her across the room to a door in the back that opened onto a
short hallway.  She walked down the hallway and unlocked the last
door on the right.  It led into a small room that had been fitted
out as a mini-dungeon.  I followed her inside and she closed and
locked the door.  While she was locking the door she glanced over
her shoulder and snapped, "Strip."

	I wanted to refuse.  I wanted to leave and run home, all the way
to Pittsfield.  Nice, safe, Pittsfield where my mother would
welcome me with open arms.  I took a deep breath and pulled my
T-shirt off over my head.  I draped it over the back of a wooden
chair and sat down and pulled my boots off.  I was starting to
remove my socks when she said, "Leave them."  I left them and
stood up.  I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and pushed
them down.  I stepped out of them and folded them neatly before
draping them over the back of the chair.  I stood there for a
moment, facing her wearing nothing but my plain gray cotton
panties.  Which had a big wet spot in front.  I pushed them down,
stepped out of them, and dropped them on top of my jeans after
folding them to hide the wet spot.

	It was cool in the room but that wasn't why I was shivering nor
was it the only reason my nipples had hardened into pointy nubs.
I was excited and scared, more excited than scared but I *was*
scared.  Isabelle smiled.  "Clasp your hands behind your neck. 
Lace your fingers together."  I obeyed.  "Scared?"

	I nodded, "Yes, ma'am."  I whispered but I don't know why.  The
walls and ceiling were lined with cork panels so the room was
obviously soundproofed.

	"Want to go home to mommy?"

	Was she reading my mind?  "Uh, no."  But we both knew I was
lying.

	"You're free to leave.  Put your clothes on and go.  If that's
what you want."

	I shook my head stubbornly.  "No, I don't want to go."

	She picked up my panties and shook them out.  "Umm.  I can see
why.  Excited, aren't we?"

	I nodded, blushing, and whispered, "Yes, ma'am."

	She wadded my panties up and stuffed them into my
almost-dripping cunt.  Then she cupped my vulva and squeezed.  I
moaned and was unable to stop a slight forward thrust of my hips
that pushed my cunt against her hand.  It was an almost
imperceptible movement but she noticed.  She smiled and said, 
"You have a nice, tight little cunt.  Haven't been fucked much,
have you?"

	I shook my head.  "No, not that often."

	She walked around behind me and spread my tight buttocks,
exposing my anus to the cool breeze from the air conditioning.  I
blushed.  "Have you been fucked back here?"

	I shook my head frantically, "NO!  Never!"

	She released my buttocks and walked around to face me again. 
"Very good.  A virgin asshole.  That's very nice."  She crouched
and commenced a very thorough examination of my body beginning
with my feet.  It was awkward to balance on one foot while she
examined the other but I managed it without falling on my ass. 
She ran her hands up my left leg to my knee. Then my right leg. 
After that she ran her hands over my strong, firm thighs.  "What
sport did you play in college?  I assume you went to college."

	"Yes, ma'am.  I played club sports - soccer, basketball, and
softball."

	She nodded and brushed the back of her hand over my thick pubic
bush.  "This will have to go."  Then she continued, running her
hands over my belly, breasts, back, shoulders, and arms.  She
examined my neck and ran her fingers through my hair.  "We can go
a little shorter here, enhance the tomboy look.  Open your
mouth."  I opened my mouth and she examined my teeth.  "You have
at least one cavity.  I'll make an appointment for you with my
dentist.  She's very good."

	She stepped back and smiled.  "Any questions, bitch?"

	I nodded.  'Yes, ma'am.  Why are you talking about shaving me,
cutting my hair, and making dentist appointments for me?"

	"You're mine now, you're my slave and I'm going to make sure
you're in good shape. Any objections, bitch?"

	I had a lot of objections, dozens and dozens.  But I shook my
head and whispered, "No, ma'am."

	She smiled.  "Good.  Now what's your friend's name?  I want to
make sure she sees you make your official submission."

	I gave her Tina's name and she picked up the phone and gave
Tina's name to the person who answered.  Then she put leather
cuffs on my wrists and ankles and fastened my wrists behind my
back using a spring clip to connect the cuffs.  Next she fitted a
leather collar around my necks and fastened it snugly.  Finally,
she snapped a leash onto my collar and led me out of the dungeon.
 I blushed as she led me across the main room.  My mind was
jumble of conflicting thoughts.  I was thrilled that she'd chosen
me but mortified to be nude in front of so many strangers.

	Tina was surprised and, I think, a little envious when she saw
me being led across the room by Isabelle.  She'd been located by
a security guard and escorted to the main room.  She watched as I
sank to my knees and then rolled onto my belly.  It was awkward
because I was cuffed but I managed.  I licked the toes of
Isabelle's boots and begged her to accept me as her slave. 
Which, of course, she did after letting me grovel for several
minutes.

	Then she flogged me.  I "rode the rope" the same way the blonde
had but I didn't reach orgasm because the pain was too
distracting.  I'd learn.  I was sobbing by the time she stopped.
My ass and tits were sore but I was content, which kind of
surprised me but, thinking back on it later on I realized that
I'd been rather submissive in my previous relationships with
women.  It's just that none of them had every recognized that
trait or, if they did, had any interest in taking advantage of
it.  Isabelle recognized it and had no hesitation about acting on
her knowledge.

	After untying me, Isabelle pulled my hands behind my back and
fastened the cuffs together with the spring clip.  Tina came over
and asked what was going on.  While Isabelle responded, I stood
there staring down at my feet.  Tina fondled me while she and
Isabelle talked. Later, Isabelle told me that Tina wanted to be
slave but didn't have what it took to stay when things got harsh.
 She smiled and me and said, "I think you do, but we'll find
out."

	Isabelle led me to an alcove off a side room and sat down on a
comfortable leather chair with me on my knees in front of her. 
She questioned me about my current situation and my sexual
history.  She told me she'd set up a doctor's appointed for a
full examination, including a blood test, in the morning.  I told
her I'd had a blood test shortly before graduation, because of an
on-campus scare, and it was negative.  The results were in my
wallet.  She called over a club employee and sent her to get my
clothes out of the dungeon.  When the girl returned, Isabelle
fished the paper out of my wallet and read it.  "Good, but I'll
still have you examined tomorrow." Then she smiled and stroked my
cheek.  "Do you want one last fuck before you give up men
forever?"

	I nodded and whispered, "Yes, please, ma'am."  I couldn't help
blushing, much to Isabelle's delight.  She took me to a small
room and pressed a button on the wall.  A club employee entered.
Isabelle pointed to me and said, "I want her fucked.  Hard.  And
I want her to suck cock too."

	The employee left and soon two young male employees arrived. 
Both had good-sized cocks but one was huge - a good ten inches
long and as thick as my wrist.  I could barely get my mouth
around his cock but I gave him my best blowjob and he pushed his
cock deep when he started to cum.  I gagged but managed to
swallow most of his cum, but some dribbled down my chin and
dripped onto my chest.

	While I was sucking cock, the other guy got down behind me and
reached around to fondle my tits and pinch my nipples.  I
whimpered but never stopped working the other guy's cock.  He
left my tits alone after a couple of minutes and slipped his hand
between my legs.  He rubbed my wet cunt and teased my anus with
the tip of his finger.  Then he shoved two fingers into my cunt
and finger-fucked me while I was bobbing up and down on his
buddy's cock.  I came just a moment before #1 spewed his cum
against the back of my throat!

	The second guy waited until I'd cleaned his buddy's cock with my
tongue and then he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, 
He put me down and I bent over the bed, with my feet spread,
while he fucked me doggy-style.  My hands were still cuffed
behind me to I was helpless.  He held my hips to keep me from
being driven forward onto the bed as he slammed his cock into my
cunt.  He came quickly, too quickly, and I moaned in
disappointment as he shot his load deep into my cunt.  Again, I
had to clean a cock with my tongue.  They both left and Isabelle
grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me to my feet, ignoring
my yelps of pain.

	"You're a slut!"  I was standing there with cum drying on my
chin, chest, and thighs so I couldn't argue.  She slapped me and
told me I'd had my last cock.  Then she let me put my T- shirt
on.  It was long enough to cover my butt, barely.  She put my
wallet in her purse.  The rest of my things went into the trash.
She led me out of the club still leashed, collared, and cuffed. 
We walked around the building to the parking lot and over to a
brand new Mercedes SUV.  She unsnapped the leash and removed the
spring clip, freeing my wrists.  Suddenly, she snapped her
fingers.  I almost forgot.  I wanted them to fuck you in the ass,
too.  We'll have to go back.  I sank to my knees on the blacktop,
genuinely terrified for the first time.  "Please," I begged,
"Don't do that.  Please!  Not in the ass!  Anything else but
don't let them fuck me in the ass!"   I bent and licked her boots
in abject submission, not caring if anyone saw me.

	She crouched and ran her hand through my hair.  "That really
scares you, doesn't it?"

	I nodded, sobbing.  "Yes.  More than anything.  Please, promise
me you won't let anyone fuck me in my ass.  Please!"

	She ruffled my hair.  "I won't lie and make a promise I have no
intention of keeping.  But I will promise that it won't happen in
the near future.  After that, well we'll see."  I kissed her hand
and thanked her.  The I got up and climbed into the front seat,
fastening my seatbelt automatically.  Isabelle got in and soon we
were out on the road, headed for the freeway.  She reached over
and stroked my thigh as she drove.  My T-shirt was up around my
waist and I was completely exposed.  I felt vulnerable and sexy.
She glanced at me and said, "Take the T-shirt off and throw it
out the window."

	I slipped it off but I didn't throw it out.  "Please, may I keep
it.  My mother gave it to me the day I left Pittsfield.  She
drove all the way to Boston to buy it for me."

	She shook her head.  "Throw it out."

	I pushed the button to run the window down and she said, "Stop.
You can keep it.  I was just testing you."  I folded the T-shirt
carefully and placed it in the back seat.

	She squeezed my knee and said, "Good girl."

	She had place down the coast, on the ocean.  She'd inherited
money from her grandmother and had tripled it within five years.
Now, at thirty-three, she was a wealthy woman who's main
interests were managing her money and training female slaves.  I
was her latest acquisition.    You might wonder why I went with
her so readily when I didn't know anything about her.  I wondered
about it too and the only answer I have is that somehow I sensed
I could trust her with my life.  Which was exactly what I was
doing.

	When we got to her place I was awed.  It was dark but I could
see enough to know that the house was worth a lot of money.  A
couple of million at least.  She pulled into the driveway and
parked.  I got out and waited for her.  She came around the back
of the Mercedes and asked if I was having second thoughts.  I
nodded, "Yes, ma'am.  But nothing to make me change my mind."

	She smiled and took my elbow and guided me around the Mercedes
and down the path to the front door.  She gave me a guided tour
of the house and then laid down some basic ground rules.  I
wasn't to answer the door or the phone unless she specifically
ordered me to do so.  I was to remain nude at all times unless
specifically give instructions to get dressed.  When she entered
a room I was to drop to my knees until released, either verbally
or with a hand signal, which she demonstrated.  I was to obey
instantly, without any hesitation, or else face severe
punishment.  If I was clothed and she entered a room I was to
strip naked before dropping to my knees.  It didn't matter if we
were alone or not, nor did it matter where we were.  "Unless I
give you the release signal."

	She showed me the 'presentation' position I was to assume - back
straight, knees spread, ankles crossed, hands resting on my
thighs, palms up, my eyes downcast.  She told me that looking her
or anyone else in the eye without being told to do so would
result in an immediate whipping, on my bare ass.  "The same holds
true for speaking without permission.  A direct question may be
answered but you are not to go beyond the necessary response.  Do
you understand?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, ma'am.  I understand.  May I ask a question?"

	She nodded. "Go ahead?"

	"What about my job?"

	She chuckled.  "You'll quit tomorrow.  And you'll go back to
your wretched little apartment and retrieve any personal items
you want to keep.  Any objections?"

	I shook my head.  "No, ma'am.  But, ma'am, I don't have anything
to wear except my black T-shirt."

	She smiled.  "I'll drive you.  The black T-shirt should be
sufficient.  Any more questions?"

	I shook my head.  "One, ma'am."  I waited for her to nod and
then I asked, "Why me? There were many girls at the club much
prettier than me.  That blonde you were flogging for instance."

	She laughed.  "That blonde's been fucked by every cock west of
Dallas."  She bent and stroked my cheek (I was, of course, on my
knees at her feet) for a moment.  "I chose you because I like
cute tomboys.  They make good slaves.  And I sensed that you were
ripe, a virgin in most respects if not in fact."  She leaned back
and sighed.  "That's enough questions for tonight.  Time for bed.
 Up the stairs, now."  I got up and scampered up the stairs, my
small firm tits bouncing gently with each step.  I ran to the
master bedroom and was waiting, on my knees, when she walked in.
"Go and brush your teeth.  You'll find a new toothbrush in the
linen closet. Do whatever else you need and move that pretty
little ass or I'll put some welts on it.  I got up and ran.

	When I was done in the bathroom she told me to lay down on the
floor by the bed.  On my belly.  When she came out of the
bathroom she drew my wrists back behind me and fastened the cuffs
with the spring clip.  "Tomorrow night, if you're a good girl,
I'll let you sleep on the foot of the bed, but for tonight you
stay on the floor, on your belly."  She patted my ass and climbed
into bed.  The carpet was wool, with a short nap that felt
scratchy against my nipples and my bare skin.  But I  turned my
head and rested my cheek against it and soon drifted off to
sleep.

	She woke me up at 8:00 a.m. on Saturday, which, I later learned,
was ungodly early for her.  It was a sign of her eagerness to get
everything settled but I didn't know that at the time. She
supervised while I brushed my teeth, shaved my legs, and
showered.  The shower had two heads on either side and a handheld
head which could accommodate various attachments.  One was a
small nozzle sheathed in soft, thick rubber.  She put it on while
I was washing my hair. After I rinsed my hair I watched her
lubricate it with petroleum jelly and I suddenly realized what it
was for.  I started to cry and begged her not to make me do it
but she slapped me and said, "Quiet, bitch, or I'll give you
something to cry about!"

	I was still crying when I took the petroleum jelly out of her
outstretched hand and greased my anus.  On command, I stood with
my back to her and reached back to spread my buttocks. She eased
the nozzle into my ass and turned the water on.  The flow of warm
water was slow and gentle but it filled my rectum relentlessly. 
She put one hand on my lower abdomen to gauge the flow.  When I
began to whimper she turned the water off.  "Sit on the toilet
but don't void until I give you permission."  I padded across the
bathroom to the toilet and sat down, clenching tight to keep the
water from gushing out.  She made me hold it for what seemed like
hours but, in reality, wasn't more than two or three minutes. 
Then she said, "Let go."  I blushed as she stood there watching.
She continued to watch even while I was wiping my ass.  "There's
no such thing as privacy for you as you've probably realized."

	I nodded and whispered, "Yes, ma'am."  Then I froze.  I'd spoken
without permission to speak!  She hadn't asked a question, she'd
made a statement.

	She smiled and patted my cheek.  "You've been a good bitch so
I'll give you a pass on this mistake.  But the next one will be
painful.  Now get your pretty ass back into the shower."  I
hurried back to the shower and washed my body after shaving my
legs.  When I was done she dried me off with a big soft towel and
then I sat on the toilet, straddling it, while she dried my hair.
I waited on my knees, just outside the bathroom door while she
showered.  Then she let my put my T-shirt on for the trip back to
the apartment.

	Tina was still in bed when we arrived.  She didn't wake up and I
left her a note and a check for my third of the rent.  In the
note I told her I was leaving and wished her luck in the future.
Isabelle drove us back to her place and my life as a slave began.
 My first task was to call and leave a voice mail message for my
boss, my resignation.  I'd only been working there for a couple
of weeks but I felt bad about leaving so abruptly.

	Next order of business was shopping.  Isabelle allowed me to
bring some exercise clothes back from the apartment, and a
bathing suit, a thong, but that's all.  I wore a sports bra,
spandex shorts, and running shoes when we left the house to go
shopping.  She bought me a couple of nice dresses, some sexy
underwear, several bathing suits, all thongs, since I couldn't go
out on the beach nude, exercise clothes, and a few odds and ends
like plain cotton panties for exercising.

	She also treated herself to a new flogger, a new cane, and a
collar for me.   The woman who waited on us at the first fetish
shop made it clear that she thought she'd be a much better choice
than me but Isabelle ignored her and we left within a couple of
minutes.  Most of our purchases were made at the second fetish
shop where the clerk, a young redhead, was much nicer and more
eager to please.  I didn't mind at all when Isabelle made me
strip down before trying collars on.  We were in a dressing room
in the back, a big one, and the redhead obviously enjoyed seeing
me nude.    She really enjoyed watching Isabelle test various
floggers on me. The canes she tested hurt like the devil and
quick reduced me to tears.  They hurt so much that I developed a
deep and lasting fear of them.

	The rest of the day was devoted to training.  Isabelle worked me
hard and used the flogger liberally.  I spent a lot of time
crying but I learned.  On Sunday we walked on the beach and then
I sunbathed nude on the deck, out of sight of anyone on the
beach.  I used a liberal amount of SPF 30 suntan lotion at
Isabelle's insistence.

	On Monday we had a series of appointments.  One of the
miscellaneous items she'd bought was a little sundress and a pair
of sandals for occasions such as this.  First stop was a beauty
salon where my hair was cut even shorter than I was wearing it
and I had a full bikini wax. Every trace of hair was removed
between my waist and my thighs.  Every trace, front and back.
Next stop was a doctor's office where I was given a very thorough
physical examination and a blood test.  Isabelle was delighted
when the doctor, a woman in her late thirties, told her that I
was a very healthy young woman.  I was standing there, nude,
except for my collar, while they discussed me.  It was apparent
that Isabelle and the doctor, whose name was Beth, knew each
other socially.

	They were discussing having me pierced because Isabelle was
concerned that my nipples might be too delicate for piercing. 
Beth assured her that it would be no problem.  "Carol, come in
here."  Carol, a slender little blonde was Beth's nurse.

	She came into the exam room and said, "Yes, doctor?"  She was
wearing a typical uniform - pastel tunic top, white pants, both
nylon, and white shoes with rubber soles.

	"Is there anyone in the outer office right now?"

	"No, doctor.  Ms. Hill isn't due for a few minutes."

	"Good.  Go lock the door and come back."  Carol left and
returned a few moments later. Beth smiled at her.  "Strip down."
Carol obediently stripped off everything but her shoes and thigh
high white nylons.  Until I saw her collar I hadn't realized that
she, too, was a slave.  Her breasts were small, a-cup at best,
but perfectly shaped and tipped with delicate pink nipples. Each
pointy little nipple had a delicate gold ring hanging from it. 
Her navel, both labia, and clit were also pierced.  I was
astonished a how much the rings enhanced her delicate beauty.

	Beth let her dress and go back to work.  Isabelle smiled and
said, "Thank you.  Why don't the two of you come over some night
soon and we can have a couple of drinks and talk while the girls
play together?"

	Beth smiled.  "I'd love that and I'm sure Carol will too.  She's
such a slut!  How about a week from Tuesday?  The office is
closed on Wednesday and we can both sleep late."  Isabelle nodded
and the date was set.

	We went straight home from there and Isabelle put me though my
paces.  My sexual training began later that evening.  She began
teaching me how to please her with my fingers and tongue.  My
previous experiences with women had been hurried affairs,
satisfying to a point, but with Isabelle it was a slow, leisurely
process.  I loved exploring the soft folds of her cunt with my
tongue, loved the smell and taste of her, loved the soft moans of
pleasure that she made when I found the right spots.  But I
hesitated when she said, "Lick my anus," and it cost me ten
strokes with the cane, ten hard strokes from an angry woman with
a strong arm.  I had welts on my ass and I was still sobbing when
I ran my tongue over her tightly puckered little anus.  I never
hesitated again, no matter what she told me to do.  I feared the
cane too much.

	I was further punished that night by being put in a cage for the
night.  It was a cage suitable for a large dog and Isabelle had
me lug it up from the garage and put it one corner of the
bedroom.  At 11:00 p.m., after using the bathroom for the last
time that night, I was caged.  The floor of the cage was covered
with a thick piece of carpet and I was very grateful for that. 
God knows what my knees would have looked like otherwise.  The
cage could be opened from one end or from the top.  Isabelle
opened it from the top and had me climb in.  I pleaded with her
not to make me spend the night in the cage but she just smiled
and asked if I'd rather have another taste of the cane.

	I climbed into the cage without another word.  I was forced
forward until my chest was tightly pressed against my thighs. 
Isabelle cuffed my wrists behind my back.  She closed the top of
the cage, which effectively pinned me in place.  It was such a
tight fit that I could barely move a muscle and I knew I'd be
still and very sore in the morning.  I thought I'd be awake all
night but sometime after midnight I fell asleep.  Being caged
like an animal was a very humiliating experience, as Isabelle
well knew, and not one I'd want to have happen again if I could
avoid it.

	On Tuesday we went to the dentist, another woman, another in
Isabelle's small circle of female slave owners.  The dentist's
office was the only time I've ever seen Isabelle uneasy.  The
dentist's name was Greta. Her assistant and hygienist were both
wearing collars.  When the hygienist came out to get me I
expected Isabelle to accompany me but she just smiled and said,
"Obey Lisa and be a good girl."

	The hygienist, Lisa, was one of those homely-cute girls that
everyone likes.  She was a small brunette just a few pounds shy
of being stocky.  She led me through to the room she was using
and closed the door behind us.  "You can leave your dress on the
coat rack."  She nodded toward the far corner where there was a
metal pole with hooks on it.  I was wearing the same sundress and
sandals I'd worn the day before.  I slipped my dress off and hung
it on a hook. After hesitating for a moment I slipped my sandals
off too and left them there.

	I was still new enough to feel shame at being nude in front of a
stranger.  I blushed as I walked over to the chair.  Lisa smiled
and said, "You've got a nice body."  But after that she was all
business.  She gave my teeth a thorough cleaning, marked two
cavities on my chart, and then x-rayed my mouth.  When she was
done she went to get Greta.  Greta chatted with me for a moment
and then examined me.  After a couple of minutes of poking around
she grunted in satisfaction.  "Good job, Lisa.  Bring her next
door in five minutes and we'll fill those teeth."

	Greta left and Lisa removed the bib.  I got up and she said,
"Put your dress on.  You can take it off when we get into the
other room."  I slipped my dress on and picked up my sandals. We
chatted for a couple of minutes and then she went to see if Greta
was ready for me.  She was and Lisa sent me off down the hall. 
Karen, the nurse/assistant was brisk.  Within a minute I was
naked, in the chair, and ready to have my teeth filled.  A couple
of jabs of Novocain and then Greta got started.  Thirty minutes
later and I was done.

	Greta went out to talk to Isabelle.  Karen swung the tray out of
the way and removed the bib.  Before I could sit up she said,
"Wait a moment."  She put her hand on my knee and ran  it slowly
up my thigh.  I wasn't sure how to handle the situation so I lay
there and let her fondle me. It was very pleasant but it only
lasted for a few seconds.  Then she stepped back and said,
"Better get your dress on."  When I got out to the reception area
I found Isabelle and Greta discussing orthodontists.  Within a
couple of weeks I found myself wearing braces!

	A week passed and I settled into the life of a kept woman.  <g>
Isabelle hired a personal trainer, a Swedish woman in her early
thirties named Inga, to get me into the best possible shape. She
wanted me leaned down a little, wanted definition, something like
Linda Hamilton in the Terminator movies but not as muscular. 
Inga was another of Isabelle's friends.  She was a very dominant
woman who tolerated nothing less than my best effort and she
wasn't shy about using a strap on me if she felt I wasn't
performing up to my ability.  She came every morning at 7:00 a.m.
and worked me for two hours.  During this time, Isabelle worked
in her home office, tracking her portfolio and reviewing the
previous day's market performance.

	After a warm up period we usually ran three miles on the
hard-packed sand at the water's edge.  Inga carried a little
quirt to use when necessary and I felt it across my butt many
times in those first months.  I worked out in a sports bra,
spandex shorts, socks, and Nike running shoes on the beach, cross
trainers in the exercise room.   I was flogged at the end of the
session if I hadn't satisfied Inga.  I was flogged every day for
the first three weeks.  Inga had a heavier hand than Isabelle and
I worked my ass off to please her and avoid a flogging.  The
first time a session ended without a flogging was a red-letter
day!  Inga had me strip down as usual at the end of a session but
instead of picking up the flogger she smiled and told me that I
could masturbate. Something that I was forbidden to do without
permission.  I sank to my knees and began to play with my tits. 
Inga watched in silence as I masturbated myself to a very
satisfying orgasm!

	But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Beth and Carol came over for
dinner and drinks on the second Wednesday of my life with
Isabelle.  I was, of course, naked when they arrived.  Beth had
Carol strip down as soon as they were inside.  Beth and Isabelle
went out on the deck while Carol and I mixed and served drinks. 
Then we settled on our knees beside their chairs and listened to
them chat.  I kept stealing glances at Carol and finally Isabelle
smiled and spoke to Beth.  "Shall we let the girls play
together?"

	Beth nodded.  "Of course."

	We went inside.  Beth and Isabelle settled on the sofa with
fresh drinks.  Carol and I faced each other on our knees, right
in front of the sofa.  I still hadn't been pierced and I was
still fascinated by Carol's rings.  I stared at her in silence,
awed by her beauty.  She got things started by cupping my tits
and teasing my nipples erect with her thumbs.

	I was happy to let Carol take the lead and she teased me until I
was sobbing in frustration.  She'd bring me to the edge of orgasm
with her tongue and fingers and then back off. She'd let me cool
down a bit while she stroked my thighs, belly, and buttocks and
then her tongue would find my clit again and she'd touch my anus
with the tip of her finger and bring me right up to the point
where I could feel myself going over the edge.  And then she'd
stop.

	She made me beg.  Right there, in front of Beth and Isabelle, I
groveled on my belly, kissed Carol's pretty ass, and begged her
to let me come.  Sobbing, I admitted that I was a slut, a
worthless whore, and a slave bitch.  I would have admitted to the
Kennedy assassination if it would have helped!  I was on my
knees, sobbing like a baby, fondling my tits, when Carol said,
"Pinch your nipples as hard as you can."  I obeyed, whimpering as
the pain shot through me.  At the same time, she reached down
between my legs and flicked my clit with the tip of her finger. 
I arched my back and screamed with pleasure as I came!  It was
the most intense sexual experience of my life!

	Beth and Isabelle were jealous, of course, and we paid for it. 
They took us down to the exercise room and tied us
belly-to-belly, our hands tied and held over our heads by rope
run through a pulley and tied off to a ring bolt.  Then they
flogged us.  Beth flogged me and Isabelle flogged Carol.  They
alternated strokes, flogging our butts and backs.  When we were
both crying enough to suit them they retied us back to back and
flogged our tits, bellies, and thighs until we begged for mercy.
I'm ashamed to admit that I begged first.

	Beth and Carol stayed late and we all wound up in bed together.
I serviced Beth and Carol serviced Isabelle and then we serviced
each other again while Beth and Isabelle sipped wine and watched.
 I was kind of disappointed that Isabelle and Beth didn't do each
other but I managed not to show it.  We played with toys -
vibrators, hand-held dildos, and strap-ons.  Carol wanted to fuck
me in the ass but Isabelle wouldn't let her.

	Anal sex was an issue that wasn't resolved for some months. 
Isabelle could have used the threat of the cane to make me agree
to it but she didn't.  And she could have just gone ahead and
butt-fucked me while I was tied and helpless.  But, again, she
didn't.  She wanted me to ask for it so she let the game go on. 
She' stretch me out on my belly and have me reach back and spread
my buttocks while she ran the tip of her finger from my clit,
along the furrow between my labia, and down to my anus.  It was
terribly arousing and I had some fantastic orgasms just from
having her do that for a few minutes.  The threat of anal
intercourse aroused me as much as it terrified me.  Isabelle
quickly discovered that whenever I cried about it I was also very
wet between my legs.

	By the end of the year I was in the best shape of my life.  I
was tanned and buff.  My Christmas present from Isabelle was a
round-trip plane ticket home for the holidays.  I was upset at
the thought of leaving her alone but she assured me she had
plenty to keep her busy.  I had a good time at home and assured
my mother that I loved my new job as the personal assistant to a
wealthy investor.  She asked a lot of questions about Isabelle
but I'm sure she never suspected I was anything but Isabelle's
assistant.  She was impressed that Isabelle would pay for braces
for her 'employee'.

	My present to Isabelle was a new set of floggers which saw a lot
of use in the New Year. Isabelle had avoided having me pierced
but in January she decided it was time.  She took me to a shop
run by a gruff older guy who looked like an ex-biker.  He did
tattooing as well as piercing and he was a real artist.  Isabelle
asked a lot of questions and satisfied herself that he sterilized
his equipment properly.  He'd been recommended by Beth but
Isabelle is nothing if not careful. He showed her the new
equipment that made piercing relatively painless.  Isabelle shook
her head and said, "No, the little bitch needs the pain.  Use the
old clamp-and-needle method."

	He shrugged and said, "No problem."

	Isabelle handed over the rings she'd purchased at a jewelry
store and he sterilized them. Then I stripped to the waist and he
clamped my nipples.  The clamps hurt worse than the actual
piercing.  When he was done I had a pretty gold ring dangling
from each nipple.  He instructed me how take care of my nipples
to avoid infection.  It was like having your ears pierced -
rotate the rings regularly and keep my nipples clean.  Use
alcohol to sterilize the rings and my nipples at least twice a
day.

	A week later he did my navel and my clitoral hood.  A gold ring
in my navel and a stainless steel ring down below.  Two weeks
after that he did my outer labia, two stainless steel rings on
each side.  And finally, a month after that I got a little
stainless steed stud through the base of my clit.  It keeps me
aroused most of the time and it can be frustrating.

	By June, when we celebrated the end of my first year of slavery,
I was comfortably settled in my new life.  My hair had been
trimmed even shorter and I had a delicate tattoo on my left ankle
- a rose with the words 'Isabelle's Slave' underneath in Gothic
letters.  Earlier in the spring I'd started laser treatments to
permanently remove my pubic hair.

	It's almost December again and Isabelle had been restless for
the last month or so.  I suspect she's bored so I suggested she
find a new slave to train.  She smiled and ruffled my hair. "You
wouldn't be jealous?"

	I kissed her hand.  "Yes, I would.  But I'd control it."

	She's thinking about it.  I'd like to have another girl to play
with when she's busy.  Maybe a pretty Asian girl with delicate
features, slim legs, and pretty tits.

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