Update on story: NOT FINISHED!!!
That night when the gentle giant came to bathe me he wore no hood. I asked him where his hood had gone but he still did not answer.
“He can not speak.” I heard a soft spoken woman say.
I looked to the left of me and I saw the red headed woman standing by the armoire. She was wearing a tattered piece of cloth that looked dingy and old and at the same time soft and sensual against her pale skin. The garment was synched at the waist with a yellow piece of rope and the ends of the rope fell to just above her knee.
“He has never spoken and Master has informed us that he never will. He is a mute.” She walked towards me with a small piece of silken fabric in her hands.
I looked back at the man and said I was sorry and he just shrugged at me. I took that as an accepted apology. He gently washed and fed me as I hung there from the wooden rafter.
“You have been taken down.” I stated. “Why?”
“Master hangs us when he gets a new girl. I have been hung three times now. He puts us there so that the new girl can see what can be done to women.” She looked almost giddy as she said this and that made me wonder about her sanity. Who would want to be hung in those painful positions for days on end being made to pee on yourself and be cleaned by a man? She seemed happy though and I guess she thought this ok.
I began to think of the black haired woman and thought to ask about her but just as I was about to open my mouth I heard the door open behind me. The mirror had been kept up and as I glanced into it I saw the black haired woman being led naked on a chain. She was not standing but was in fact being led on all fours as though she were an animal. From the small hoop on her collar a leash had been attached. Master was holding the leash in his left hand and the girl happily crawled along beside him. He walked her over to the far wall on my left and tied her to a ring that was imbedded into the wall.
I could tell that this girl was no new comer to being led around like a prized dog or something. When I looked at her in the mirror I saw her look lovingly up at her Master, the same Master that claimed me. She was sitting on her knees with both hands on the floor much like a dog that would sit on its haunches. She looked almost majestic with her hair wrapping it’s self around her body. The jewel chains that had been hung on her body when she was hanging still wrapped around her and her body shimmered with a beauty like no other. She was proud and held her head high as though she would be unhappy being anything other then this mans pet.
Master walked to me and inspected my body with a keen perfection. I could tell he had inspected a woman’s body many times and held back no qualm or happiness as he had the gentle giant make a list of the good and the bad that he found during the processes. When he was done he sent the giant out of the room to fetch something. When the man came back he carried a very thick piece of leather in his hand. The sight of this scared me I was afraid that it was to be used on my body as a whip of some kind but when the man came closer I found that it was a new collar. From the looks of it the thing would cover my entire throat from collar bone to chin. It had four buckles on the back of it that were to be used to fasten it about tightly. On the clasp of each buckle was a tiny hole so that a small lock could be fastened snuggly into place. In the very front, the part that would be seen first when worn, were three hoops. I could tell that one would be used so that I could be led around and even though I knew not what the other two were for I knew that I would learn.
“This will be worn by you at all times until I and only I tell you that you may take it off.” My Master spoke to me. His words were even and said with no more emotion then if he was ordering food at a restaurant. “Do you understand me girl?”
I nodded my head unsure of what to do. Master got a look of shock in his eyes and when I looked over to the small red head she winced as though she were in pain. Before I could look back into Masters eyes I felt a sting of pure pain flash across the nipple of my right breast. I dared not to scream but a small mewing sound escaped. The same mewing sound that had gotten me my nick name of kitten. I looked down and saw a small streak of red blood that went straight across the center of my nipple. Tiny red droplets were beginning to form and drip down my body.
“What are the last words a slave ever has my little kitten?”
“Yes Master” I mumbled softly through the pain.
Master nodded and moved to the red head. The silken fabric that had been in the red heads hands now was in Masters. I knew I was to be dressed in the thin piece of cloth but from the looks of it it would be as though I were wearing nothing. Master nodded to my gentle giant and I felt myself lowered to the floor. My feet now touched the icy cold stones that made up this rooms flooring and I was surprised when I could hold up my weight. Master reached to the top of the chains at my wrists and unbuckled my hands. I slowly lowered my arm not wanting the blood to rush to quickly to my fingers. At my feet the giant was undoing my ankles one by one.
When I was finally down and had free movement of my limbs and body I turned to my Owner. I bowed my head at stood there as tall as I could to show that I had submitted. Before he spoke to me he placed the leather collar around my neck and the silken garment upon my body. He turned my body to face the mirror and I saw myself for the first time without my body being stretched to its max.
The collar forced my neck and my back straight. My neck could move only left and right. If I attempted to look down then the top of the collar would push down into my collar bone and up into my chin. The garment was see through and red. The lapels of the small cloth were held closed by a thin strap of satin.
“This,” Master pointed at the red head “is Tannine. She will be your teacher in the ways of cooking and cleaning. She will be in charge of teaching you all the ways that my house it to be served. You will listen and you will learn. You will obey her or she has the right to punish you as she sees fit.” He looked right at me and knew exactly what to say.
“Yes Master”
He took the hoop of my collar into his hands and led me forcefully over to the black haired girl that had been sitting quietly and obediently in her corner. She had moved only in her body position and was now laid as though in front of a fire. When I got closer to her I could truly see her beauty. She surpassed Tannine’s beauty and even that of my own. I had never been thought of as ugly and in fact had been though of as a beauty in my own right but this girl was young and gorgeous. Her eyes were green and sparkled with golden flecks and her hair was as though made from the wings of a raven.
“And lastly this is Hanidi.” He looked upon the woman with pure desire. I could tell she was his favorite of all, and I learned soon a rather large amount of, his slaves. “She is charge of teaching you the ways of pleasure. She is a Mistress in her skills and not many get to learn from her. She like Tannine has the right to punish you if you displease her. She knows what many if not all men want and she will teach you good if you are smart enough to shut up and listen.”
He took up the leach of Hanidi and began to lead her out the door. He did not turn back as he informed my gentle giant that I was to sleep in the mats with the other girls. I dint understand what it meant but I was happy that I would not be chained up again. I turned to face Tannine and she smiled at me. I liked her smile it comforted me. She came over to me and placed her arms lightly across my shoulders and began to lead me out the door behind Master. I thought we were to follow him but as he turned right we turned left. I stopped and watched him walk down the hall and disappear into a room.
“One day you may be the one going into that room.” Tannine was watching me watch Master. I looked into her eyes and only saw a sparkle of youthful giddiness. I never realized how young both the girls looked and I found out they were both only in their twenties. I too was only 21.
“Where does that room go?” I asked timidly.
“It goes to Masters chambers. Very few have been graced with the privilege of doing anything more then serving him food in there. In fact I have only ever seen three in my five years of slavery.” With that she led me down the left side hall. Then and there I made a vow to myself that I would one day serve in that room and it wouldn’t be food that would be offered.
That night I slept in a large room with some fifteen other slaves. All had some sort of a collar locked tightly around their necks, some were thick like the one I wore and others were thin pieces of metal. Some were laying around lazily chatting about this and that, some were sitting under lights reading some kind of thick book, and others were sleeping near a blazing fire.
Each of the women had their own beauty in some way or another and each looked as though they had pride and honor beyond any I had ever seen. It amazed me how they could be so proud when they were all sitting around naked with nothing on more then their collars or cloth similar to mine. A few looked in my direction but soon looked away as though it was nothing new to see a new woman walk in amongst them.
Tannine took me over to a book shelf that sat against the wall besides the fireplace. On the shelf there was a mixture of pleasure reading books such as “Little Women” or other classics but the majority of the shelves were covered with books on bondage and fetishes. Just by looking at the titles I felt myself grow eager and frightful. One read “The Art of Torture” and another read “Taking the Whip: The Pleasure of the Pain.” Tannine reached to the far side of the top shelf and grabbed a rather thick pile of papers. She placed the packet in my hands and allowed me to look at it. There was no title other then “Masters Rules” and I realized that it was the manual of the house and what Master demanded of each of his women.
Tannine then showed me to a pile of blankets under a pale light that was just bright enough to use as a reading lamp but would not keep the others awake. She sat me onto the blankets and told me that every night I shall read until I fall asleep and every morning I shall read for one hour before I started my training. She then walked away to another set of blankets and was soon asleep.
I opened the first page and found that I had a lot of reading to do. I began to read and soon I was losing my spot. I fell asleep after reading no more then an hour at most.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of women giggling and laughing as they prepared for their day. They were all at different stages of preparations, some reading their copied of the manual I had been given and others bathing in various tubs that the gentle giant and a few other men brought in.
I picked up my manual and began to read. In the manual I read that I was to perform all of my chores that were to be given to me by the head girl each day. That each of the women was given their individual chore lists and was sent to work on them on their own. A few women were given the task of walking about Masters House with crops and whips so that if they found any of the women not working they were to be punished. Tannine told me later that morning that I would not be punished by any other then she until my training was over. I learned that the head girl would be recognized by her golden collar and anklets and that each morning, after my training, I was to go to her for my list of chores and that the punishment girls could be recognized by their silver collars with long chains hanging from them. I laughed to myself thinking that if one could not recognize them by their whips in their hands then they deserved to be beat. Little did I know that their whips were handed to them by men that accompanied them on their walks.
Tannine came and fetched me shortly after I awoke and took me to meet the head girl. The woman was of no beauty parse but was instead of age. She wore her golden collar and chains as all the other women but was at least forty years of age. During my stay in the slave room I learned that she had been taken from a Master some thirty years ago as a child of eight. Masters father had taken her in as though she were his own child and yet still as a slave. She never knew any other life then slavery and she told me one day that she was happy to be a slave. That serving was all she ever knew and all she ever wanted to know. She was never used sexually as Master saw her as his sister and was made head girl upon her request. Head girl, Lauine, gave us our chores for the day and Tannine and I were off.
“He can not speak.” I heard a soft spoken woman say.
I looked to the left of me and I saw the red headed woman standing by the armoire. She was wearing a tattered piece of cloth that looked dingy and old and at the same time soft and sensual against her pale skin. The garment was synched at the waist with a yellow piece of rope and the ends of the rope fell to just above her knee.
“He has never spoken and Master has informed us that he never will. He is a mute.” She walked towards me with a small piece of silken fabric in her hands.
I looked back at the man and said I was sorry and he just shrugged at me. I took that as an accepted apology. He gently washed and fed me as I hung there from the wooden rafter.
“You have been taken down.” I stated. “Why?”
“Master hangs us when he gets a new girl. I have been hung three times now. He puts us there so that the new girl can see what can be done to women.” She looked almost giddy as she said this and that made me wonder about her sanity. Who would want to be hung in those painful positions for days on end being made to pee on yourself and be cleaned by a man? She seemed happy though and I guess she thought this ok.
I began to think of the black haired woman and thought to ask about her but just as I was about to open my mouth I heard the door open behind me. The mirror had been kept up and as I glanced into it I saw the black haired woman being led naked on a chain. She was not standing but was in fact being led on all fours as though she were an animal. From the small hoop on her collar a leash had been attached. Master was holding the leash in his left hand and the girl happily crawled along beside him. He walked her over to the far wall on my left and tied her to a ring that was imbedded into the wall.
I could tell that this girl was no new comer to being led around like a prized dog or something. When I looked at her in the mirror I saw her look lovingly up at her Master, the same Master that claimed me. She was sitting on her knees with both hands on the floor much like a dog that would sit on its haunches. She looked almost majestic with her hair wrapping it’s self around her body. The jewel chains that had been hung on her body when she was hanging still wrapped around her and her body shimmered with a beauty like no other. She was proud and held her head high as though she would be unhappy being anything other then this mans pet.
Master walked to me and inspected my body with a keen perfection. I could tell he had inspected a woman’s body many times and held back no qualm or happiness as he had the gentle giant make a list of the good and the bad that he found during the processes. When he was done he sent the giant out of the room to fetch something. When the man came back he carried a very thick piece of leather in his hand. The sight of this scared me I was afraid that it was to be used on my body as a whip of some kind but when the man came closer I found that it was a new collar. From the looks of it the thing would cover my entire throat from collar bone to chin. It had four buckles on the back of it that were to be used to fasten it about tightly. On the clasp of each buckle was a tiny hole so that a small lock could be fastened snuggly into place. In the very front, the part that would be seen first when worn, were three hoops. I could tell that one would be used so that I could be led around and even though I knew not what the other two were for I knew that I would learn.
“This will be worn by you at all times until I and only I tell you that you may take it off.” My Master spoke to me. His words were even and said with no more emotion then if he was ordering food at a restaurant. “Do you understand me girl?”
I nodded my head unsure of what to do. Master got a look of shock in his eyes and when I looked over to the small red head she winced as though she were in pain. Before I could look back into Masters eyes I felt a sting of pure pain flash across the nipple of my right breast. I dared not to scream but a small mewing sound escaped. The same mewing sound that had gotten me my nick name of kitten. I looked down and saw a small streak of red blood that went straight across the center of my nipple. Tiny red droplets were beginning to form and drip down my body.
“What are the last words a slave ever has my little kitten?”
“Yes Master” I mumbled softly through the pain.
Master nodded and moved to the red head. The silken fabric that had been in the red heads hands now was in Masters. I knew I was to be dressed in the thin piece of cloth but from the looks of it it would be as though I were wearing nothing. Master nodded to my gentle giant and I felt myself lowered to the floor. My feet now touched the icy cold stones that made up this rooms flooring and I was surprised when I could hold up my weight. Master reached to the top of the chains at my wrists and unbuckled my hands. I slowly lowered my arm not wanting the blood to rush to quickly to my fingers. At my feet the giant was undoing my ankles one by one.
When I was finally down and had free movement of my limbs and body I turned to my Owner. I bowed my head at stood there as tall as I could to show that I had submitted. Before he spoke to me he placed the leather collar around my neck and the silken garment upon my body. He turned my body to face the mirror and I saw myself for the first time without my body being stretched to its max.
The collar forced my neck and my back straight. My neck could move only left and right. If I attempted to look down then the top of the collar would push down into my collar bone and up into my chin. The garment was see through and red. The lapels of the small cloth were held closed by a thin strap of satin.
“This,” Master pointed at the red head “is Tannine. She will be your teacher in the ways of cooking and cleaning. She will be in charge of teaching you all the ways that my house it to be served. You will listen and you will learn. You will obey her or she has the right to punish you as she sees fit.” He looked right at me and knew exactly what to say.
“Yes Master”
He took the hoop of my collar into his hands and led me forcefully over to the black haired girl that had been sitting quietly and obediently in her corner. She had moved only in her body position and was now laid as though in front of a fire. When I got closer to her I could truly see her beauty. She surpassed Tannine’s beauty and even that of my own. I had never been thought of as ugly and in fact had been though of as a beauty in my own right but this girl was young and gorgeous. Her eyes were green and sparkled with golden flecks and her hair was as though made from the wings of a raven.
“And lastly this is Hanidi.” He looked upon the woman with pure desire. I could tell she was his favorite of all, and I learned soon a rather large amount of, his slaves. “She is charge of teaching you the ways of pleasure. She is a Mistress in her skills and not many get to learn from her. She like Tannine has the right to punish you if you displease her. She knows what many if not all men want and she will teach you good if you are smart enough to shut up and listen.”
He took up the leach of Hanidi and began to lead her out the door. He did not turn back as he informed my gentle giant that I was to sleep in the mats with the other girls. I dint understand what it meant but I was happy that I would not be chained up again. I turned to face Tannine and she smiled at me. I liked her smile it comforted me. She came over to me and placed her arms lightly across my shoulders and began to lead me out the door behind Master. I thought we were to follow him but as he turned right we turned left. I stopped and watched him walk down the hall and disappear into a room.
“One day you may be the one going into that room.” Tannine was watching me watch Master. I looked into her eyes and only saw a sparkle of youthful giddiness. I never realized how young both the girls looked and I found out they were both only in their twenties. I too was only 21.
“Where does that room go?” I asked timidly.
“It goes to Masters chambers. Very few have been graced with the privilege of doing anything more then serving him food in there. In fact I have only ever seen three in my five years of slavery.” With that she led me down the left side hall. Then and there I made a vow to myself that I would one day serve in that room and it wouldn’t be food that would be offered.
That night I slept in a large room with some fifteen other slaves. All had some sort of a collar locked tightly around their necks, some were thick like the one I wore and others were thin pieces of metal. Some were laying around lazily chatting about this and that, some were sitting under lights reading some kind of thick book, and others were sleeping near a blazing fire.
Each of the women had their own beauty in some way or another and each looked as though they had pride and honor beyond any I had ever seen. It amazed me how they could be so proud when they were all sitting around naked with nothing on more then their collars or cloth similar to mine. A few looked in my direction but soon looked away as though it was nothing new to see a new woman walk in amongst them.
Tannine took me over to a book shelf that sat against the wall besides the fireplace. On the shelf there was a mixture of pleasure reading books such as “Little Women” or other classics but the majority of the shelves were covered with books on bondage and fetishes. Just by looking at the titles I felt myself grow eager and frightful. One read “The Art of Torture” and another read “Taking the Whip: The Pleasure of the Pain.” Tannine reached to the far side of the top shelf and grabbed a rather thick pile of papers. She placed the packet in my hands and allowed me to look at it. There was no title other then “Masters Rules” and I realized that it was the manual of the house and what Master demanded of each of his women.
Tannine then showed me to a pile of blankets under a pale light that was just bright enough to use as a reading lamp but would not keep the others awake. She sat me onto the blankets and told me that every night I shall read until I fall asleep and every morning I shall read for one hour before I started my training. She then walked away to another set of blankets and was soon asleep.
I opened the first page and found that I had a lot of reading to do. I began to read and soon I was losing my spot. I fell asleep after reading no more then an hour at most.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of women giggling and laughing as they prepared for their day. They were all at different stages of preparations, some reading their copied of the manual I had been given and others bathing in various tubs that the gentle giant and a few other men brought in.
I picked up my manual and began to read. In the manual I read that I was to perform all of my chores that were to be given to me by the head girl each day. That each of the women was given their individual chore lists and was sent to work on them on their own. A few women were given the task of walking about Masters House with crops and whips so that if they found any of the women not working they were to be punished. Tannine told me later that morning that I would not be punished by any other then she until my training was over. I learned that the head girl would be recognized by her golden collar and anklets and that each morning, after my training, I was to go to her for my list of chores and that the punishment girls could be recognized by their silver collars with long chains hanging from them. I laughed to myself thinking that if one could not recognize them by their whips in their hands then they deserved to be beat. Little did I know that their whips were handed to them by men that accompanied them on their walks.
Tannine came and fetched me shortly after I awoke and took me to meet the head girl. The woman was of no beauty parse but was instead of age. She wore her golden collar and chains as all the other women but was at least forty years of age. During my stay in the slave room I learned that she had been taken from a Master some thirty years ago as a child of eight. Masters father had taken her in as though she were his own child and yet still as a slave. She never knew any other life then slavery and she told me one day that she was happy to be a slave. That serving was all she ever knew and all she ever wanted to know. She was never used sexually as Master saw her as his sister and was made head girl upon her request. Head girl, Lauine, gave us our chores for the day and Tannine and I were off.