Andrew leaned over to Ian and whispered, “Knew this was coming eventually.”

Ian smiled. He had been looking forward to this too. The men had gone for their usual morning run, then after breakfast, they had tended to their horses. Master Stephen had arrived at the stables about half way through the morning and invited them to join him in the carriage house.

The room they entered on the main floor had no windows but there was the expected fire in the fireplace and the room was cozy and warm. A large table was covered with a dizzying array of cuffs, chains, leather straps, bars, and what not. There were also strange contraptions in the room. A large wooden X was attached to one wall; there was a ‘horse’ that looked like it belonged in a gymnastics studio and a few other odds and ends. All the slave girls were sitting quietly on flat cushions by the wall. Ian caught Alexis’ eye as they exchanged a smile and a nod.

Ian took a long look at the cuffs and chains. The idea of tying Maddie was quite erotic, but somehow he had always avoided it. Perhaps he simply had not known the proper techniques. Well, this was the place to learn!

“Have any of you played with bondage in the past?” Stephen asked.

Justin nodded. “Yeah, Elaine and I have experimented from time to time.”

Andrew started to laugh. “Susan had a set of straps attached to the feet of the bed just in case the urge hits me to tie her up. She even got herself a set of neoprene and Velcro cuffs.”

Stephen turned to Andrew, “This is not surprising, most submissive women love to be tied. And do you bind her?”

“Occasionally, not very often. I don’t want to hurt her. And it’s a bit strange, she either goes all quiet and passive, or she thrashes so hard I think she’s going to hurt herself and so I let her out.”

Stephen nodded. “Yes, those are two common reactions. There is no reason why you should not feel completely comfortable giving your wives what they crave in this regard. But you must know what you are doing. When you bind your girl you take on the complete responsibility for her life. You can control even her breathing. This level of responsibility is not to be taken lightly. So here are some ground rules you must always follow.

“First off. Never, ever leave a bound girl unattended. You have to be able to keep an eye on her at all times. You might let her think she is alone, but be aware this may be extremely frightening for her, so do this carefully. I cannot stress this enough. Never leave a bound girl alone.

“Next, be aware of what you are doing. Don’t cut off her circulation for too long. A few minutes won’t do any damage, but don’t let it go on for too long. If a body part turns blue or gets cold untie her immediately. And, obviously, never tie a rope around her neck!”

Andrew interrupted him, “How about ‘safe words’, Stephen? I’ve read a bit about this and they all seem to say make sure you have a safe word.”

Stephen took a deep breath. “This is a very good question Andrew, and the general rule is yes you should have a safe word, more than that, you should have a safe gesture. But let me caution you on this. Safe words are very handy for people who are playing at bondage and discipline in the ‘scene’ as they call it. Especially if you are providing pain, the safe word is an invaluable way of communicating things have gone too far. But your situation is different than simply ‘scening’. It is much more important for you to know your wife intimately and to know her body signals. Because you may end up in a dominance and submissive relationship that will permeate your whole lives, safe words will become irrelevant. You should not assume just because she hasn’t used her word, she is ok. It will be your responsibility to make sure she is safe. She has put her trust in you.”

Andrew thought about this for a moment. “Then why should I tie her at all if it’s so dangerous?”

“Because more than anything she wants to lose control under your hand. She wants to be taken to the depths or heights of her passion; somewhere she cannot go alone. This is sometimes called the ‘freedom of the chains’. A submissive woman is very uncomfortable making decisions for other people, when you chain her, she can give up all responsibility, all control. You can tell her with words, and that’s fine, but if you want to communicate with her body and soul, you need to do it physically. Bind her.

“Another consideration is the stronger she is physically the more she will want to be restrained. She may be afraid of hurting herself or you and so will hold herself back from really letting go and surrendering herself fully unless you make her feel safe. Good restraints are essential for this. Also when she is restrained even a little, she will be in an altered state of consciousness. This submissive state is a potent drug. You saw it a bit on Saturday, Ian, when Madelyn did the acknowledgement gesture.”

Ian remembered the look of rapture on Maddie's face after she had performed the gesture perfectly.

“Personally, I find a bound girl to be a thing of beauty. I will show you today one form of this and I am sure I don’t have to explain the erotic element. So there are lots of good reasons why you should bind your wife. You just have to learn how to do it safely. Now enough of the ground rules, let’s get to the demonstration shall we? Let’s start with some light restraints, for this we will use Holly. She has quite a … demonstrative complexion.” Stephen turned towards the girls and gestured. “Holly.”

Holly rose to her feet and moved to stand in front of Stephen with her eyes lowered and her arms at her sides. Stephen picked up a leather cuff from the table.

“Gentlemen, I would call your attention to her physiology. Right now, she is calm. Notice her breathing, her skin colour. Now watch what happens as I cuff her. Remember Holly is highly trained. She is used to the cuffs and the chains. Even so, they always have an effect.”

Ian watched Holly as Stephen cuffed her ankles then her wrists one after the other. He wasn’t sure, but thought her breathing slowed slightly.

Then Stephen picked up a collar. It looked like a dog collar, even had a little tag on it.

“This is Holly’s training collar. It has special significance for her, and for me. It represents the bond of trust and responsibility that exists between the dominant and the submissive.” Stephen explained as he approached Holly with the collar.

Ian brought to bear all his physicians diagnostic training as he watched Holly lift her chin allowing Stephen easy access to her throat. He buckled on the collar. Her breathing was much deeper now. Her eyes dilated and there was a flush on her skin. Ian would have bet her body temperature had risen. He noticed her hands were not quite relaxed and her fingers slightly spread, all classic signs of arousal. Ian wondered if he could get Maddie aroused so easily. There had been plenty of times when he had resorted to masturbation, simply because he felt it was easier to please himself than his wife! Stephen picked up several chains of various lengths.

“These chains will not particularly impede her movement,” he clipped one about 16 inches long between her ankles. “But they will highlight her submissive state.” Another 16-inch length of chain was attached between her wrists. “I could have her continue with all her domestic duties for the day in chains and in fact have done so. An interesting experience, isn’t it Holly?”

“Yes Master,” Holly breathed. “Quite… intense.”

A longer piece of chain was used to connect the ankle chains to the wrist chains effectively preventing Holly from raising her arms more than elbow height. Ian had been watching her during the chaining. With each addition, her arousal grew.

“The chains have weight as well, the longer she wears them the heavier they will get, making the discipline even more demanding.” Stephen clipped the last chain between her collar and the chain between her wrists. A small sigh escaped Holly’s lips and she swayed slightly where she stood.

“Holly needs practice holding still, so I will use this opportunity to further her training.” Stephen picked up little silver bells and added them to her collar and her wrists. “Take your position girl,” Stephen instructed and Holly moved off to her place by the wall accompanied by the music of her bells and chains.

“If she moves, I’ll hear and she’ll be punished, banished from serving for a time. But she should be able to hold her position for quite a while. Now for the next demonstration, I think we will use Alexis.” Stephen gestured and Alexis’ face blossomed into a smile as she lifted herself to her feet.

“We will start with the cuffs as usual.”

Alexis held out her hands as Stephen buckled the cuffs in place. Ian could now see the same signs of arousal in Alexis that he saw in Holly.

“I will demonstrate a Japanese rope binding with Alexis. For this we will require a naked girl.” Master Stephen gave a hand signal and Alexis slowly started to undo the zipper that ran down the centre of her uniform. Ian was a bit startled and took a quick look at Justin and Andrew. Andrew caught his eye and lifted an eyebrow. Justin crossed his arms but did not take his eyes off Alexis. Stephen continued his lecture.

“The form of binding I will show you is the Shibari tortoise shell or ‘kikou’ set. There are many wonderful classic Shibari bindings and if you are interested in pursuing this I can get you in touch with a master in the field for further study. This particular binding does not confine her arms or legs at all, but simply binds her torso. Not all bindings will impede movement, but they will all drive her deeper into submission.”

Alexis pulled the straps of her dirndl off her shoulders, one by one, letting the dress rest on her hips. Then she slowly pulled the blouse over her head, exposing her lovely round breasts. She reached high with the blouse before letting her strawberry blond locks tumbled appealingly over her shoulders. She smiled at the men as she folded the blouse and leaning over placed it on the floor. Ian was not sure how to interpret his feelings. Part of him wanted to cover her. This was ‘his’ girl and he was not terribly inclined to share. On the other hand, he was proud of her and pleased of the effect her striptease was having on the other men. Ian tried to pay attention to what Stephen was saying.

“Different ropes will have different textures and of course these will have a different effect on your girl. Nylon and cotton are soft and smooth and will not damage the skin in the least. You can even use Kevlar rope, it’s expensive, but the knots are easy to untie and the ends don’t unravel. The choice is up to you depending on what it is you want to achieve. Now remember gentlemen, it is always important to have some emergency scissors or shears handy to be able to get your girl out of the bindings fast in case she gets into trouble.” Stephen went to a cupboard and fetched two large coils of rope, one black and the other white.

Alexis slipped the black dirndl over her hips and languorously stepped out of it. Still smiling at the men, she picked up her dress and carefully folded it. Ian got a good look at her inviting backside as she bent over to place her dress with her blouse. Then she returned to her ready position in front of Stephen. She looked at him for some acknowledgement of her performance and a flicker of doubt passed across her face. Her smile faded. Ian took a quick look at Stephen; he was not smiling at all. In fact, Ian would have sworn he was almost glaring at Alexis. Stephen turned back to the men.

“For this particular binding you will need about sixty feet of rope. You can of course use a single piece but I will use two different colours, to highlight how the knots and bindings go.”

Master Stephen shook out the two lengths of rope and tied the ends together with a simple knot. He hung the ropes over Alexis’ shoulders, white on one side, black on the other, leaving the knot hanging down her back a bit.

“This binding starts out quite loose. You need a fair amount of slack as it will tighten up later.”

He took the two ends and made a simple overhand loop Like the first step of a square knot, just above her breasts and another one just below. Two more twists were added, one slightly below her belly button and one just below her crotch. The coloured ropes alternating down her body. It was a bit awkward working with so much rope, but Stephen took his time and kept the ropes tidy.

“There, four loose loops and still some slack in the rope behind her neck. Remember never tie a rope tight around her neck. Now we pass both ends through her legs and make four more loops up the back. We pass both ropes through the loop behind her neck. Notice how this will keep the rope from tightening, even unintentionally, around her throat.”

Stephen turned her abruptly so the men could see the way the ends of the rope passed through the loop at her neck. Alexis was beginning to look nervous. She kept her eyes on Stephen the whole time.

“Now the ends of the rope get brought back to the front on top of her breasts and passed through the loops we left between her breasts. This will open the loop and tighten the ropes a bit. The ropes go back the way they came and pass through the loops on her back then return to the front again. Notice how the white rope will all stay on one side and the black on the other. We will fashion this girl into our own yin yang symbol. This time we will bring them below the breasts and again through the loops, opening them further. Don’t tighten it up too much yet; there is still some slack that is required. Keep going this way back and forth until all the rope is used and you have this lovely tortoise shell pattern on your girl.”

Master Stephen continued to run the ropes back and forth. Each pass opened the loops at the centre and tightened the rope between Alexis’ legs.

“Once you have the ropes mostly positioned, you can tighten them to the extent you like.” Stephen proceeded to tighten and adjust the ropes. “The one knot you might want to pay special attention to is the one that sits right on top of her clitoris. Get this one in position early and adjust the rest of the loops to keep it exactly in this spot.”

Ian watched the binding carefully. He could see the ropes cutting into her. Stephen was tying them quite tightly. Every time Stephen tugged on the rope or adjusted a loop, Alexis would gasp. Ian could tell she was highly aroused, but there was something else too. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought Alexis was afraid.

Stephen tied off the ropes behind her and stood back.

“There. We have run out of rope and the bindings are good and tight. I could use the ends to attach her cuffs to the small of her back, but she will need her hands shortly. Notice how she is really quite aroused. You can tell by the flush on her skin, the depth of breathing, the tension in her hands. The bottom knot will rub on her clitoris as she moves, but before she is allowed to move, she is going to provide one more demonstration of the responsibilities of dominance.”

Alexis stood absolutely still with her eyes riveted on Stephen as he went to the door and gestured to someone. Ian recognized the boy as one of the valets from the manor. He entered and bowed to Stephen before taking his place by the wall. He stood very straight with his hands behind his back. Stephen addressed the men.

“Yesterday, this girl thought it would be fun to mock the masters of this manor in public.” Stephen turned his cold gaze on Alexis. Ian watched as her blood drained from her face, and then flood back. She fell to her knees, her forehead touching the floor. She thrust her arms forward and crossed her wrists. She didn’t say a word. Ian could see the ropes holding her tightly, a lovely black and white pattern of loops and stripes cutting across her back.

“I am not without humour, but this was an insult not only to me but to others as well and it shows disrespect for all we are trying to do here. Is there any reason why I should not expel you immediately?” Stephen asked.

Alexis was shaking. She didn’t raise her head and her voice was a bit muffled into the floor. Ian strained to listen.

“Please Master, please. This girl is sorry. This girl is so sorry. She was stupid and prideful. What she did was insulting and wrong and she will never do anything like that again. Please Master please; do not send this girl away! Please! This girl is begging to stay! This is her home, Master. This is where she belongs!”

“Your actions reflect very poorly on me, your training and on the manor. You have displeased me, girl. I expected better from you.

“You see here, gentlemen, if I decide that Alexis should be allowed to stay at the manor, then she will have to be punished. She was disrespectful because she thought she could get away with it. If I were to let this infraction pass, then her respect for me would dwindle. However, I have not yet decided if I will allow her to be punished.”

Ian felt a strange anger grip his belly. This was ‘his’ girl. He had no idea exactly what she had done, but clearly it was enough to shame her and, by extension, him. She had always acted so properly when with him, the perfect docile slave. Ian figured there must be much more to her than first meets the eye! He looked down at the girl on her knees. She was shaking, her fear a palpable thing. But he wasn’t sure if she was afraid of being punished, or not being punished! Ian took a quick look at the other girls. They were all sitting very still, their eyes lowered.

Andrew was clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. “But why, Stephen? Why not simply accept her apology and let her get up?”

“A very good question Andrew. Punishments are the one part of a dominant and submissive relationship many people have the hardest time with. Justin, Ian do either of you have any thoughts on why I need to punish this girl?”

Justin spoke first. “Discipline is essential. If you don’t maintain discipline than your whole structure falls apart. In my studio, if a student can’t handle the discipline then we have to ask them to leave. If you let them get away with bad behaviour, then it sets a bad example for the others.”

“Very true Justin. Ian?”

Ian thought for a second. He remembered back to Saturday night, when Maddie was disciplined by refusing to allow her to serve him. He had argued with Stephen and Claire quite vehemently at the time.

“She’s a grown woman Stephen, not a child. She has said she’s sorry. Let it go.”

Stephen responded, “Yes, she is a grown woman, but a submissive woman; my submissive woman. As her master I have taken on the responsibility to give her structure and discipline. If I were not to punish her, I would be telling her I don’t care. This would be the end of our relationship.”

Ian thought about this. He was beginning to understand the depth of commitment required. He would simply forgive Alexis and laugh off the insult, because in the final analysis he did not have a relationship with her. He remembered back to the last fight he and Madelyn had. He needed to get a medical report in the mail and she had promised to copy it and mail it off. When he asked her about it a few days later she said that she had forgotten. Forgotten! This had not been the first time it had happened either. There had been a long string of ‘forgotten’ chores, unpaid bills, even simple housecleaning left undone. He had tried for months to keep his temper, but this last straw was too much. He yelled at her and tossed a chair over. She shrieked in fear. She started to cry and apologized up and down. She accused him of being unpredictable. She said his temper was all out of proportion to her actions. Of course he had suppressed his anger for so long he felt he would burst. Then he felt terrible about his outburst. She was crying and he couldn’t deal with her tears so he just walked out. Perhaps there was a better way to deal with these situations.

Stephen turned his attention back to Alexis. “But I do care. She is a valuable girl. She gives excellent service and she is worthy of my attention. She knows there are consequences for her behaviour. What she does matters. She matters. I will show her now exactly how much I value her. I get no pleasure from hitting women. She knows this, they all do. But at the same time they know I will do whatever is necessary to maintain the discipline of my house. So I will allow her the choice. She may leave or she may atone. Girl, if you wish to be punished you may bring me the cane.”

“Thank you Master, oh thank you. This girl needs to be punished Master. Please punish her.”

Ian watched Alexis as she extended her legs behind her until she was lying flat on the floor. He was amazed she had actually begged for punishment. He would never in a million years do such a thing. But would Madelyn? And if she did, could he punish her? Alexis turned so she was crawling away from the men, keeping her belly close to the floor. The ropes were tight; Ian could see them cut into her clit every time she moved. It must be hard for her to breathe. She crawled towards the back of the room where the whips were kept. She moved slowly, gasping from time to time as the ropes shifted.

Stephen continued with his explanations. “Right about now Alexis will be considering getting up and walking out. She knows she is free to do that. She is in pain, the ropes are tight and of course the humiliation is even more uncomfortable for her to endure than it is for you to watch. So why does she not?”

Alexis stopped for a moment and rested her forehead on the floor, sobbing. Ian could see Stephen knew his girl well. She continued her crawl towards the cabinet.

“She knows the price of the great rapture she experiences as my girl is the pain and humiliation for her failures, especially prideful and disrespectful errors. This life is not for everyone. Not just any girl could do what she is doing now. If she wishes to regain her balance she will bring me that cane… between her teeth.”

Alexis had reached the cabinet and found the cane on the floor; she had started to reach for it with her hands but pulled back as if she were burned. She reached forward and took the cane gingerly between her teeth. Then she started her painful and slow crawl back to her Master.

Now she was facing the men again, Ian could see the tears coursing down her face. His anger dissolved into pity and amazement.

Alexis managed her way back to Stephens’s feet. She reached forward and carefully placed the cane on the floor, then backed off a short distance. She lay flat on the floor with her arms extended. The bindings tight across her back and up her ass.

“Tell me what you need girl.”

“Please Master, please. This girl knows Master deserves her deepest respect and loyalty. This girl failed her Master, and she was stupid and prideful. But this is her home Master. This is where she belongs,” Alexis sobbed. “This girl begs to be punished. Please Master let this girl atone for her stupidity. She doesn’t deserve her Master’s attention and she is truly sorry to have caused this trouble, but please Master, please let this be done. Please.” Her voice trailed off into a whisper.

“How, girl?” Master Stephen’s voice was harsh and cold.

“Please Master. This girl begs to be… caned.” Her voice cracked with effort. “Please cane this girl for as much as Master feels is necessary to purge this girl of her stupid pride. Please Master, please cane this girl.”

“Very well, since you sincerely wish to atone. Raise your ass.”

She lifted her hips and spread her thighs. She kept her forehead on the floor. Ian figured that she would need the support. The black and white ropes made a lovely pattern across her back and separated her ass cheeks. She did not have to wait for long until the cane fell hard and fast. She screamed her agony as Stephen wielded the cane across her flesh. Red welts were raised across her ass. Ian gritted his teeth as he counted the strikes. After 12, Stephen stepped back.

“Good enough girl. There is one more thing you must do before you are forgiven. Matthew, step forward.”

Ian had forgotten all about the valet. The boy looked quite shaken. Clearly he had not expected to witness such a scene. Alexis slowly and gingerly pulled herself up to her knees. Her eyes were glazed and she swayed slightly, tears streaked her face. Ian doubted she would be able to speak.

“Alexis, I have punished you for your disrespectful behaviour towards the masters of this house, but you were also rude to Matthew. How will you atone for this?”

Ian watched Alexis trying to make sense of what Stephen had said. She frowned then managed to look at Matthew. Matthew was wringing his hands. Alexis pulled herself upright and took a breath.

“Yes Master. This girl sincerely and truly thanks her Master for her punishment. Master has been gracious and lenient. Thank you Master, thank you. This girl promises never again to be so disrespectful.”

She dipped her forehead to the floor at Stephen’s feet then lifted herself to look at Matthew. “Matthew, this girl apologizes sincerely to you for her rude remarks, and begs your forgiveness… But you still can’t fuck this girl even though she needs it very badly.”

Stephen suppressed a smile. “Fair enough Alexis. I know we will not have a repeat of this incident. You are forgiven. This matter is concluded.” He stroked her hair gently. Alexis took a long deep breath and bent her head into Stephen’s hand. Then when he removed his hand Alexis did the acknowledgement gesture from her knees, holding the lowered position for a moment.

“Emily, take Alexis to her room and unbind her there. She is not to keep the ropes on. Matthew, I trust you have learned something today as well. You may return to your duties. Kim, I will use you for the next demonstration.”

Emily helped Alexis from the room. Matthew followed them out.

Ian exchanged a look with Andrew and Justin. Alexis had gained her dignity and balance back. The welts on her backside would heal and her relationship with Stephen was stronger than ever. It had been painful, but fast and now balance was restored. Ian found he admired the fact that Stephen had never lost control of his temper or his girl. He wondered if he could punish Maddie like that and decided he could. It would be far preferable than suppressing his anger and letting it build up until he exploded! He was also sure there would not be any more ‘disrespectful’ behaviour from Alexis.

Stephen took charge again. “Holly, you may stretch then resume your posture. I do this, gentlemen, because she has been still long enough to constrict her circulation, but not long enough to learn the posture deep into her body. By stretching then being still again, she can endure longer practice.”

Ian had forgotten about Holly, sitting so still and quietly. She stood up and acknowledged to Stephen before executing a series of stretches to the musical accompaniment of her bells and chains. She then resumed her position.

“Now, with Kim I will demonstrate yet another aspect of bondage. You have seen control, and discipline. Now you will see rapture.” Stephen smiled at Kim and she answered him with a glorious smile that lit her face. “Again, for this we will require a naked girl.”

Alexis was hardly aware of the trip up to her room. Emily supported her gently. Matthew was following along like a wounded puppy.

“I’m sorry Alexis, I never thought he would beat you like that. Why didn’t you just walk out?”

Alexis stopped and turned to look at the valet.

“Matt, don’t be thick. You watched the whole thing. I begged for the cane. It was either that or leave. My ass will heal. I will hardly feel it in a few hours. Done. Finished. I’m forgiven. You, however, are another matter. I say this with great respect Matt, but you came here because you thought you would have access to hot chicks who would kneel at your feet and suck your cock. You have no idea how to dominate a girl, and if seeing me caned puts you off so much, then you never will. Now, please go away, I need to lie down.”

Emily shot Matthew a withering look as the girls continued into Alexis’ room. Matt took the hint and disappeared.

Emily turned Alexis around to get at the knots. The rope came off easily leaving an angry red pattern on her skin. Alexis took a shuddering breath.

“I would have loved to keep it on longer, but in some ways it is a relief.”

“Yeah I know, dear, but let me get some cream on these welts.”

Alexis lay face down on her bed and let Emily massage the cream into her violated flesh. Emily was gentle but firm, her fingers massaging the tight muscles in her back then gently soothing the welts on her ass.

Emily’s hands were so relaxing. Alexis drifted off to sleep; the last thing she remembered was her friend pulling a quilt up over her naked form.

Kim knew she was the picture of exquisite loveliness. She had certainly practiced enough. She removed her clothes slowly and deliberately in a beautiful dance totally different than the almost vulgar performance Alexis had done. She then presented herself to Master Stephen for her cuffs.

Stephen turned to the men again.

“Justin, this is your girl, would you like to do the honours?” He handed Justin the leather cuffs. Kim watched a smile wind it’s way across Justin’s face as he stepped forward. She held each hand up in turn and accepted her cuffs.

Justin turned to Stephen. “Her collar?”

Stephen smiled and handed Justin the strip of leather. Justin took Kim by the chin and tilted her head back buckling on the collar. He gave the collar ring a slight tug then slowly reached up to take Kim by the hair. Kim relaxed as Justin tilted her head back. She felt the power building in her. The exquisite bloom of submission forced her eyes closed and her lip to part. She silently offered her surrender and was rewarded when Justin pulled her into his body. His mouth brushed her face as his free hand traced a slow gentle line down her exposed throat to her small breasts. A small moan escaped.

Justin turned to Stephen. “What did you have in mind for her, Stephen?”

“Part of the eroticism of bondage is controlling all of the sensations of the girl. Removing her ability to move then feeding her pain and pleasure. If you will, bring her to the cross.”

Kim did not resist as Justin started to guide her to the cross with his hand still in her hair but Stephen stopped him about half way.

“Hold on a second, Justin. I can see you have good instincts here. No, keep hold of her, try this.”

Stephen reached up and pushed Kim’s head down to Justin’s hip level.

“This is a much easier way for you to move, and your control of her is more complete,” Stephen explained. “Go ahead.”

Justin continued on to the cross, Kim having no option but to follow, her belly burning with her growing passion.

When he got to the cross, Justin turned her and bound her to the leather straps spreading her arms and legs wide then finished by wrapping a strap around her waist. She could only really move her head. She could feel the wetness between her legs. Her body was open and vulnerable.

Master Stephen came forward.

“Well done Justin. Now to complete the bondage we will remove her sight.” He took a blindfold from the table and handed it to Justin. He then plunged Kim into darkness.

Her master’s voice, so deep, so powerful, filled her with wanton desire. “She is yours Justin. What would you like to do with her?”

A light fingertip brushed across her lips. Her tongue peaked out and Kim could feel the hot breath on her face. She wanted to be touched. She needed to be touched. She reached out with her hearing. There was nothing in the darkness but her own yearning. Suddenly pain shot through her, as nipple clips were attached one after the other. She gasped more at the surprise than the pain. Her cunt was burning. It felt like her nipples were directly attached to her clit. A slow caress wound it’s way across her belly. Her head fell back as she let the sensation was over her. The caress continued down to her bush. A wracking shudder passed through her as fingers spread her folds and claimed her cunt. Every touch was fire and ice.

A new sound; Kim could hear the distinctive sound of a vibrator. Oh how she wanted this. She knew she should not make a sound, but if that vibrator didn’t touch her flesh soon, she would just burst. The vibrator turned off. She sobbed a little sound into the darkness. Hands around her throat claimed her attention. She stilled instantly. Then a long hard dildo claimed her flesh. Her wetness made the penetration easy, but still a shock. A strangled cry forced it’s way between the fingers around her throat. She was open and used. The dildo was pulled out and thrust in again, and again she cried out. The fingers around her throat tightening just a bit while hot breath brushed her face. The exquisite passion built in her to new heights. She tried to move her body towards the sound, pulling on the bonds. She was on fire.

The dildo was removed and the emptiness drew another sob from her. A small probing at her ass caused her to quickly relax as the butt plug was inserted, filling her again. Her nipples were tugged sending another wave of pain and pleasure through her. Her clit was calling for attention. She was whispering, “please, please, please,” hardly aware of anything except her need to be filled, to be touched. Then the final penetration by a large thick vibrator sent her head falling back and a shuddering cry interrupted her pleading. Her hair was gripped tightly removing the last bit of movement she was capable of. A tongue claimed her mouth just as the vibrator was turned on. She was totally filled, claimed, used.

Her beloved Master’s voice in her ear whispered, “Release now girl.”

She did not have to be told twice. The vibrator thrust harder and more viciously into her being. Her passion exploded in a glorious release of power and colour. She rode the sensations for as long as she could, straining against her bonds.

Finally the orgasm subsided enough and the tongue in her mouth withdrew. She whispered, “Thank you, thank you, oh thank you”

The vibrator was slowly turned off and gently pulled out. She heard her Masters voice from far off.

“Very good. Well gentlemen, as you can see there are many possibilities to bondage. This has been only the briefest of introductions, but this is all we have time for this morning. If you would care to follow me I will show you to your own practice rooms. Thank you girls.”

Kim could hear movement and voices in the room as the men left. Then Holly’s bells as her bonds were removed. Then finally her blindfold was taken off. She blinked her eyes and saw Emily’s smiling face.

“Nice?”

“Oh yes. Very nice.” Kim responded as Emily removed her butt plug and the nipple clips. Holly was moving quietly around the room putting things to rights. Emily unbuckled Kim’s wrists and ankles. Kim’s body was still buzzing from the after shocks for her pleasure.

“Well, I seem to have got the short end of the stick today,” Emily continued to undo the leather straps and massaged Kim’s arms. “But there is always tomorrow!”

Kim laughed. “Oh come on Em, we all know you would much prefer to be the demonstration model for the lesson on whips!”

Emily’s laughter filled the room.

Ian was hot. Watching Justin feed pleasure to Kim bound on the cross had filled him with a burning need to thrust his cock into some warm female flesh. He wanted his wife. But when he asked, he was told the women were unavailable at the moment.

He controlled his disappointment. Well, it would not be the first time he had been required to wait. It was a bit uncomfortable, but he could live with it. His thoughts turned to Alexis. He wondered how she was after her punishment. He stopped a passing girl and asked where he could find her.

Ian followed the directions to her room. The door was open and when he poked his head in he could see her sleeping. He turned to leave, but just then she rolled over and opened her eyes.

His groin tightened when he saw her smile.

“Hi there, I just wanted to see if you were ok.”

Alexis responded by slipping onto the floor. She knelt at his feet with her knees spread very wide and back very straight. Her eyes were lowered, her hands open, palms up, on her thighs. He could smell the sweet muskiness of her arousal.

“This girl is just fine, thank you Sir. It was very good and kind of Sir to be concerned. Would this girl be permitted to serve you, Sir?” Alexis raised her eyes to him, an unmistakable look of yearning on her face. “Please.”

Ian found he could not resist a naked girl on her knees begging to serve him. He took her face in his hands and leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth submitting to his kiss and her need.

He stood up and Alexis reached forward to undo his trousers. She stopped briefly and looked at him for confirmation. “Is this permitted, Sir?”

Ian thought of Maddie. He had never cheated on her, but somehow this didn’t feel like a betrayal. He would use Alexis as the slave that she was.

“Yes.”

Alexis opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. It felt incredibly good to have it freed of the confining clothing. He was already hard and ready. Alexis stroked him gently, running a red painted finger up the length of his cock. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip then pushed her face onto his cock forcing it in between tightly closed lips. It felt like he was fucking a virgin, tight and hot at the same time. He let his fingers comb through her soft strawberry blond curls.

She bent to her task, humming deeply in her throat. Alexis was skilled. Ian could feel the tip of her tongue flick at the head of his cock at the same time her lips were stroking his length. She gently squeezed his balls in time with her ministrations. The passion was building in him. The call to power was strong; he would possess this girl if only for this moment. He looked down at the naked girl at his feet. Her beauty and vulnerability struck through him. He could see the top of her ass where the welts from her beating were still an angry red.

He pulled her off his cock. Her eyes were closed, a look of quiet rapture on her face.

“Open your eyes, Alexis.” Ian’s belly clenched as he looked into those luminous green depths. She was completely open to him, body and soul. He held her face in his hands and breathed in her scent. His power reached out to her. He could feel her melt into his hands. She made a small sound, almost a whimper. A flicker of pain flashed across her face.

“Yes? Did you say something?” Ian asked.

“Please Sir.” Alexis reached over to a small table a brought out a small flat packet, a condom. “This girl needs to be fucked very badly. Please fill her.” She offered the condom to Ian.

Ian felt the power surge through him. He had all the time in the world. She was his. He lifted her up, kissed her and slowly, deliberately, methodically explored her body. He laid claim to her breasts, to her shoulders, to her hips.

Finally he turned her around and bent her over the edge of her bed. He ran his hands down her back. She gasped as he gently touched the welts on her ass. His cock was hard and almost painful, but he was in no hurry. He stroked up her thighs briefly flicking her clit. She shuddered. He could hear her whispered pleas. He knelt down and spread her cheeks. Her cunt opened like a flower, wet and fragrant. He blew a steady hot breath on her clit and felt her clench the muscles in her thighs. Leaning forward he licked her. Revelling in the control, he gave her little licks and bites as she quickly shuddered towards her climax. She began to squirm on the mattress, trying to move her cunt closer to his face. ‘Oh no you don’t,’ he thought. He reached over and grabbed both her wrists. He pinned her arms tightly in the small of her back with one hand while the other made free with her most intimate places.

She was gasping now, her pleas becoming incoherent. She had stopped thrashing, but she pushed her ass up as high as she could and forced her legs wide open in clear invitation. His cock was throbbing, but he would not abandon his control. He tossed the condom package on the floor and slipped two fingers into her cunt.

“Is this what you need, Alexis?” He absolutely intended to fuck her senseless, but wanted to hear her beg again. He never had a girl beg to be fucked before; it was intoxicating. His hand tight on her back kept her still.

“Please, Sir. Oh God. Please, fill this girl, fuck her. She so badly needs to be fucked. Please please please…” She was babbling, barely audible. Ian finger fucked Alexis with clinical precision, adding another finger and then another. Alexis was no longer struggling, so Ian let go of her hands and used his free hand to stroke to red welts on her ass. Alexis shivered and moaned with each touch.

Ian could tell she was beginning to disassociate, and began to withdraw. Alexis immediately sprang to life.

“NO! Please more, please fill me. Please, please…” She sobbed.

Ian thrust all four of his fingers deep inside her and then with a twist that brought a gasp of shock from Alexis, he forced his whole fist into her. She cried out and arched her back. Her cunt clenched down on his fist as her climax took her. He continued, hard and deep; her orgasm rising higher with every assault. He was amazed at the different textures of her orgasm. He slapped her ass, right across the angry welts turning her flesh red again. She screamed her passion and then finally lay still.

He slowly withdrew from her body. She lay on the bed panting as Ian found a small sink and washed his hands. When he was clean he came back and sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Alexis’ hair. She took a long breath then rolled over.

“Thank you, Sir. That is just what this girl needed. Thank you so much.”

Ian smiled. “Glad to be of service. And as you don’t seem to require any more ‘medical’ treatment, I’ll be off to lunch now.” He gave her a quick kiss and left.

Yes, he was learning quite a lot on this retreat.