Chapter 9
Linda was as nude as publicly possible. Her body was draped with a flowing white caftan that was almost transparent. Very loose sandals were on her feet. Anything else they had tried to place on her was too painful to endure.
Trying to remain in control, if he ever had been, Tom ordered her to the back seat and in position, saying that if she was going to act like a baby he would treat her like one. Linda didn't object at all, she assumed that the evening's session had started before their arrival at Polinski's.
It took Tom twenty-five minutes to travel the distance to Jason's. Normally it would take about fifteen but he drove slowly, telling Linda he was doing so, so people would have a better chance of seeing her raised ass, but in reality he drove slow because sudden movements made her groan in pain.
He pulled into Jason's driveway, followed it to the opened garage door and pulled in as Jason had said to do. He got out of the car, pushed the button on the wall and the door closed behind his car. As he was starting to get Linda out of the car Jason joined them in the garage.
A quick glance at Linda's body under the caftan and Jason gave Tom a look that said volumes. He was NOT impressed by Tom's actions at all. But he couldn't do or say anything to Tom, that would weaken his position with his wife. Hopefully Tom would learn and he could keep up his relationship with both of them. It did show promise. "Good evening, Mr. Wilson. And how are you tonight?"
"Just fine. Would first name suffice?"
"Quite. Tom, isn't it?"
"Yes, and Linda. And you are Jason?"
"Correct. But your wife's name is simply Bitch, or at least for a while until she earns the right to a name. Agreed?"
"Sure. Shall we get her inside?"
"No. She will get herself inside." Turning to Linda, he said, "Get out of the car, bitch." Jason had no illusions about her condition. Linda Wilson was one very beaten and hurt lady. Her ass looked ready to burst open at any one of the marks that decorated it. She was experiencing too much too fast.
Granted, he himself had established that she was a pain lover, but if Tom didn't curtail his abuses upon her she would be no good to anyone. "Remove that disgusting thing. I want to see nothing but flesh when I look at you, bitch."
"Yes, sir." Linda untied one lace and the caftan slid to her feet. Then in total agony she bent over to remove the sandals. Again she stood, head lowered, and faced her future tormentor.
"Follow us, slave."
A jolt of sheer pleasure coursed through her veins with that word. As she followed the men her thoughts began to take over her body. Slave. Jason Polinski had called her a slave. And she was. A slave to pain. A slave to Tom. A slave to Jason, or anyone else Tom gave her to. A slave. She was a slave. Slaves are punished. Slaves serve. Slaves have no meaning except what their master gives them. Master. Was Tom her master? Master. Slave. Slave and Master. Linda followed her masters. She saw nothing but them.
Tom saw a hell of a lot more.
Jason was not poor by any stretch of the imagination. Luxury was all around him as he followed Jason through several rooms of pure opulence. Then of all things they entered an elevator that Jason had unlocked. The ride down the elevator was done in silence. Somehow Tom thought that they had gone more than one story down before it opened into an entire level of dungeon.
This wasn't just a dungeon room, it was several that occupied an entire floor of Jason's home. Jason locked the elevator with a key and they stepped into the first room.
"Go stand in that corner, bitch, and don't move once your hands are on top of your head. I want to see your nose become pointed by pressing it into the corner. Understand, bitch?"
"Yes, sir."
They watched her walk to the appointed corner, press her nose into the junction of the walls and place her hands on top of her head, arms well back because of the walls. Satisfied that she was in position, Jason gestured for Tom to follow him to the other side of the room. Out of hearing distance from Linda. In whispered tones they talked. "God, Tom, you've got to hold back some. Linda is a mess."
"I know, Will explained things to me afterwards. I'm here to learn, Jason. I don't want a zombie, but I do want a willing slave. She just kept asking for more and more, I didn't know enough to deny her."
"Well at least you're trying now. You've got to take control of her or nothing will except the pain. That's no good. I'll show you a few things tonight and give you some books. They should help."
"Thanks. But what are we going to do with her now? She's almost totally spent but she knows she's here for pain. How do we handle that?"
"Oh, we'll give her pain, but very little damage. She's had plenty of that recently. Tell me, what do you want from her? What is your dream as far as she is concerned?"
"What do you mean? I want her to obey me."
"I know that but what do you want to accomplish? Do you want just a sex slave? Or would you like her to be... say a French Maid to your friends? Would you like her to dress up in nothing but an apron and serve your buddies beer at poker games to impress them? Do you want her to be a compulsive exhibitionist and go around flashing her body at strangers? Do you want to take her to an S&M club and beat the shit out of her in front of an audience? Do you want the world to know she is your slave, or just you and a select few? Or do you want her to cower to everyone in the world? What do you want of her? Do you want her to retain her current personality or change it? If so to what? Do you want an actress, who one day will be your whore and the next as pure and untouchable as your grandmother? What do YOU want of her?"
"I... I've never really thought about it I guess. Give me a minute." Tom sat down in a plush chair as Jason took the other one. As his mind considered all that Jason had said both of them watched Linda in the corner. Her face was still pressed in the corner and Tom had few doubt that the end of her nose would indeed become pointed because of it.
At first her hands had rested on her head, but now her fingers were interlaced to hold them in place. Suddenly Tom understood a basic principal of being in control. He didn't have to physically hurt her to control her. Her arms must be dead weights and hurt like hell, but still she kept them as ordered. Orders were more important than pain in controlling a slave. It was like Will had said, they could spend hours in dreams just because of one simple thing. An order.
Carefully storing that information, he turned his attention to answering Jason's question. What did he want to accomplish with Linda? Most of his posed questions he found appealing. "You've mentioned several possibilities that sound interesting."
"Like what? Many can be combined."
"Good, because that's what I want. I want her to willingly play the maid, the exhibitionist and the actress, and maybe some others. But I do not want her to cower before the world, only on my command do I want her to submit to others. Can that be done?"
"Sure. All she needs is some training. That is more than accepting pain."
"I know that now. How do we begin?"
"We have."
"Huh?"
"She is in training now. Training is nothing more than conditioning. You can train her by... say the exhibitionist. Whenever you beat her, tell her that the next time you will bring in an audience to watch her take her punishment. Whenever she is in pain, when she is the most receptive, say what you want and even after the pain is gone she will see herself doing just that. She'll see herself walking nude down Fifth Avenue as you lead her with a chain around her neck. It will become a goal for her that she MUST reach. Or if you want the maid, describe it to her in detail while she is in pain. Her dreams will all consist of her doing what you described. She'll beg to do it, whatever it is. Get the idea?"
"Yea. What about tonight? What training can we start now?"
"What is your strongest wish for her to be?"
"Well, I don't think there will be much persuading involved in making her into a maid or the exhibitionist, so can we start the actress part? That seems like unlimited possibilities."
"Ok. What would you like her to be tonight?"
"Well, we don't have any costumes, so that leaves out"
"Who said we didn't have costumes?" Jason interrupted him. "There is an entire closet over there filled with them." Jason smiled at him. "You aren't the only person in the world that has fantasies. So what will it be, chances are I have the appropriate costume in stock."
"You're a wonder to behold, Jason Polinski. Ok, I'll name my fantasy and see if you have it. A harem girl. A very horny harem girl that has been in the palace for years and is still a virgin. All she can think of is fucking the sultan. She'll do anything he wants as long as he fucks her and fucks her and fucks her. So do you have a harem costume?"
Jason smiled at him, and asked, "What color do you prefer? Green, blue, or yellow? Each comes complete with hanging veils, coin belts and tinkling bells."
"Light blue or dark?"
"Light."
"The blue. How do we get her going?"
"Well, by now I'm sure she would sell her soul to lower her arms. But seeing how she is so abused already, we'll have to condition her without inflicting much more physical abuse. We'll have to use restraints to give her the pain. How about," he paused for a moment, then added, "Come with me. There is something I want to show you."
Jason lead him to another room . "How about this?"
"Great. What in the hell is it?"
"It's like a whirlpool. It continually swirls the hot water around and if you insert one of these jets in her cunt, well you can imagine. The water jets pulsate. This one," Jason held up a coil of plastic with a flared head, "goes in her cunt. It also squirts hotter water at a faster pace that is bound to make her higher than a kite. We can also bind her arms to the sides with these. Plus the hot water will help soothe away some of her pain."
He indicated the leather straps that were attached to the top of the tub. "I can call one of my assistants to rub her down with scented oils, all the while telling her that she is finally going to be taken to the Sultan. Actually, to two Sultans, us."
"What assistant?"
"Oh, have no fears, I have several around here. The one I was thinking of is Shelly."
"Assistants, hell, they're your slaves."
"Naturally. I have four that live here with me and others that visit on occasion. But back to Linda. Shelly can prepare her while we partake of Missy, Denise and Sharon. We can be relieved and teach you at the same time. And by the time Linda is ready, we will be too. Sound appealing?"
"You know it does."
Within minutes Shelly joined them in the dungeon. "We'll go back to Linda and you are to tell her to do as Shelly says, then we'll let Shelly have her and we'll have at the others for a while."
A quick conversation with Jason and Shelly was leading the unprotesting Linda toward the whirlpool. They could hear some of her words. "You are a very fortunate girl. The Sultans have decided that tonight you will serve both of them together. First we must prepare you. You will be bathed, oiled with scented creams, and pampered beyond your wildest dreams. All for the benefit of the Sultans."
"I know that you have waited for years for tonight to happen, and now it shall. But first we have to prepare you. You have had your training in how to please men, and tonight" Her voice faded away as she lead Linda away.
Looking at Jason, Tom asked, "That's all? Just talking?"
"Well it is more than talking, it's the power of suggestion. For the next hour and a half Shelly will talk to her. Tell her her past as she prepares her to met the Sultans. By the time she joins us she will almost believe that she has been in the harem for two years awaiting this very night. Her only desire will be to make us happy. If both of us want to fuck her cunt at the same time, she will think it is the most common of requests. Hell, if we wanted to fist fuck her she will think nothing of spreading her legs to comply. Once Shelly straps her arms to the whirlpool and inserts that cunt nozzle Linda will do anything, and I mean anything, to come. She won't care how. As long as it by us. That is important. Shelly will have her convinced that her entire world, the rest of her life, depends upon how much we like her tonight. But enough about Linda for a while, let's get the girls and have some fun of our own.
Linda had no more than been lead away than three women appeared. Each was totally different. Missy, after Jason introduced them to him, was a tiny little thing. She had short black hair, small hips and pleasant small tits. She was dressed in a set of shorts and a halter top.
Denise was tall and regal looking. Her long blond hair hung to her waist as it curled down her back. She possessed larger tits than Linda did, which was saying a lot. Her legs looked a mile long between her mini-skirt and high heels. She looked like she was ready to attend and lead a board meeting.
Sharon was of medium height with shoulder length brown hair. It was difficult to tell much about her body as she was wearing a baggy sweat shirt and even baggier sweat pants.
"Go to the green room and wait for us," Jason said after the introductions then turned to talk with Tom. As they left, he said, "As you can see each it totally different. Missy, the short one, is very much the devoted slave to anyone. She has been trained to obey without thought and she will do anything asked of her, and I mean anything. Her favorite form of punishment is to be burnt."
"Denise is more like you say you want Linda to be. In public she is a confident business woman. She actually does run a business in the city. She comes here to escape. She will fight you if she doesn't think you're strong enough to handle her. But once you have proven you are her superior, she'll submit to just about anything you want. However, never do any damage to her face, that is out of bounds. Denise's favorite form of pain is to have her tits beaten beyond endurance."
"Sharon, as you noticed, is slightly overweight but her extra fat craves pain. She will never win a beauty contest but her eyes are compelling as hell, don't you think? She is a little unusual in that she doesn't like sex. She loves pain, but could exist without sex and be perfectly happy. Naturally she will have sex but only if overwhelmed by pain, then she seems to enjoy it quite well. She'll give you a perfunctory blow job or offer her ass or cunt for sex without pain, but if she is hurting she is a dynamo. But you must continue to harm her during the act. All three will engage in lesbian acts if requested."
"What I suggest is that you handle all three of them tonight. Naturally, I will be here too, but I want you to understand what your role is. You can dish out pain, but you need to do more than that. You need to be in control. Control is much more important than delivering pain. These women, and your wife, want to be slaves. They want to be ordered around. It doesn't make much difference what the orders are as long as they are orders. And orders don't have to be something that they dislike either. For instance, you could order Missy to place herself in bondage, which she is more than willing to do. It's the concept of ordering that is important, not necessarily the order itself."
"Orders are never yelled. They are spoken with a cool calm voice of authority. If you yell, it shows lack of confidence on your part. Always give them evenly. If a slave rebels or hesitates you act immediately. Never show any hesitancy in making them comply with your wants. "
"The point is to gain control over her and keep it until she willingly does what you want. With your wife it should be easier. What about her doesn't she want the world to know? Use it to control her. Make that the threat hanging over her, not the pain that she wants. You have to have the control. You don't have control if you are making her do what she wants to do in the first place. Get my point?"
"Yea. I get your point. What precisely am I to do with your girls though?"
"Basically, whatever you want. I want to see how you operate. I suggest you start with Missy. She is the easiest to control, hell, she'll give it to you the minute you walk in the room. Use her to gain control and the others will submit that much easier when their turn comes. And remember, control isn't just inflecting pain. It's your entire attitude toward them. Make them believe that you should rule over them. Sure, you can beat the hell out them and they'll love it, but learn to control them as well. Let's go, they're waiting."
With those words of wisdom whirling around in his head Tom followed Jason to the green room, wherever that was. Control. Control is the key along with orders. Administrating pain is secondary.
Tom learned control that night under Jason's instructions and by the time he was done he knew that he had the right to issue orders. He had followed Jason's suggestion and started with Missy.
He entered the green room, gave it a casual once over and stepped up to Missy. Holding her short black hair in his hand, he forced her to her knees. She willingly collapsed to her knees. "Very gently, take out my cock." He stood there patiently as she unzipped his jeans, reached under his brief and extracted his swelling cock. But when Missy brought her mouth to it he knocked her head aside. "I didn't tell you to do anything but take it out, did I?"
Meekly, she answered, "No, sir."
"I didn't think so." His voice was calm, but it was underlined with steel as he continued. "Remove your clothes. I want to see what you look like."
She did as ordered and Tom was surprised to see her nude cunt. There wasn't a hair on it. How would Linda look with a bare cunt? "Remove my shoes."
She did, and nothing else. Tom's eyes surveyed the room with interest. "Remove my socks." Missy again did as told without adding anything on her own. "Now my pants and briefs." When he was nude from the waist down Tom walked over to a wooden bench and sat down. Come here." With a casual indifference he watched Missy rise to her feet and start toward him before he said, "Did I tell you to rise?"
Missy stopped instantly, retraced her steps, dropped to her knees again then proceeded to crawl to him. When she was directly in front of him, Tom said, "Stand up. I want your tits in line with my mouth, bitch." Seconds later she was in position, her legs slightly bent to be at the required height. "Now bring your left tit to my mouth, hold it there, pressed as tightly into me as possible and don't move or make a sound."
Tom's mouth was suddenly filled with her tit. Opening his mouth wide he took in all that he could as his tongue slid over the slightly blemished surface. It was easy to see that it had been burnt, and not too long ago either.
Capturing her hard nipple between his teeth he bit down. Harder. Then harder still as Missy tried unsuccessfully to remain silent as ordered. "I told you to remain silent, didn't I?"
"Yes, sir."
Tom could see her legs beginning to tremble with passion as she remained in her bent position, her tit still even with his mouth. "Give me your other tit." Again his mouth was filled to overflowing with her natural endowment and again he inspected its surface with his tongue and teeth until she could no longer withhold her moans of pain/pleasure. "You have been told twice to remain silent and have disobeyed, so now you will pay for that disobedience. Turn around." He waited for her to comply then he slid back on the bench. "Place your knees on either side of my hips."
Again she did as ordered as he watched the other two out of the corner of his eye. They were both watching with avid interest.
Holding on to her hips, Tom told her, "Now bend forward until your hands are on the floor and your ass is on my lap." He felt her use his legs as a slide and when she was done her split bun was widely spread in front of him "Why are you being punished?"
"For disobeying, sir."
"And how did you disobey?"
"By making sounds, sir."
"Correct. I am now going to spank your ass. But before I do, I want you to slid back a bit, wrap your legs around my waist and ask that I spank you.
"Yes, sir." Little time passed before she had slid backwards and wrapped her legs around him. "Please spank my ass, sir, make me sorry that I couldn't keep silent as ordered. Please spank me, sir. Spank me hard."
Tom knew intuitively that she was being totally honest. She did believe that she should be punished for not remaining silent. She did believe that he should spank her. He had every intention of doing so, but as this was to be a learning experience for him as well, he asked Jason, "What do you think I should use, Jason? I see no reason to damage my hand just because she lacks control, do you?"
"Certainly not, would you mind if I choose your weapon?"
"Not at all. Be my guest." He was curious as to what Jason would provide, if it had been his choice, he would have used some type of paddle, something like a ping-pong paddle to administer the spanking. With Missy in the position that she was in, he didn't have much leverage available to use to spank her ass.
"You are no longer required to remain silent. However, I do require that you count each stroke for me. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Do you wish that I ask for the next, sir?"
"No. That will not be necessary. Just count them as they are received."
"Yes, sir."
Tom casually accepted the paddle handed him. It was similar to a ping-pong paddle in size, had a wooden handle with a flared guard that would stop his hand from sliding forward toward the paddle surface, and there was an electrical wire coming out of End of the handle. It was electrified. For heat? Holding the handle in his right hand he used his left to test the surface of the paddle.
It was not rigid like solid wood. It was thinner and more flexible, and the material was some sort of metal. Very smooth, like it had a teflon coating over the metal. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jason plug the other end into a socket. He had few doubts that the paddle would begin to heat up.
He raised it up and brought it down to Missy's spread ass with as much strength as he could wield. A cracking sound echoed around the room. Missy's legs tightened around his waist, she groaned in pain/ pleasure, and said, "One."
He repeated the process. So did Missy.
Curious as to the speed of heating up, Tom tested the temperature of the paddle every two strokes. It was slowly heating up. By the count of ten the paddle was definitively warmer than Missy's warm butt and he began to change tactics slightly. As he administered each stroke he left the paddle resting on her ass until she said the next number, thus adding to her pain.
He felt more in control. He remembered that Jason had told him that Missy's favorite form of punishment was being burnt, no doubt that eventually the paddle would burn her, but that was not his goal. His goal was to control her. And he was. By stroke twenty the paddle too hot for his comfort when he tested it against his left hand.
By thirty Missy sounded like a blithering idiot. Her tortured ass more or less remained in place but her legs occasionally became straight instead of wrapped around his waist as ordered, and to get her compliance again he held the hot paddle to her ass for several seconds as he ordered her to replace them were instructed.
Her legs snapped back so fast that Tom thought she might have bruised his back, so he held the paddle in place even more as he told her to be careful about injuring him. By the time he finally removed the paddle from her butt there was no longer any doubt that it was burnt as he saw two blisters forming on the surface of her right cheek.
By stroke forty-three he wanted some relief and in a manner of seconds Missy removed herself from around him and was swallowing his cock until he released.
Next he decided to work on Sharon as Jason watched on with approval in his expression. The slightly overweight Sharon gave Tom no problems as he strapped her to the ceiling. Her arms were over her head and her feet were attached to the floor as Tom selected a whip from the many that were available.
It was easily established that Tom was in control and that Sharon was a willing victim to receive whatever pain he wished to give her. Give it to her he did. Tom used the whip on her. He whipped her ass, her back, her stomach, legs, inner thighs and he ended by whipping her tits.
When Sharon was in total agony he ordered Denise to eat her cunt as he continue to use the whip. Denise was slow in complying but quickly did as ordered when he threatened to slam his fist into her face. As Denise licked away at Sharon's cunt Tom kept whipping Sharon.
His calm voice kept saying how he was going to fuck her cunt that Denise was warming up for him as he continued with the whip and the words sank into Sharon's mind and she began to beg him to fuck her.
"I won't beat you any more, bitch, unless you beg for my cock up your cunt."
She did beg. And she continued to beg as Denise licked her cunt and Tom beat her body over and over. Neither stopped until Sharon came three times. Then Tom's cock filled her cunt, his hands twisted her tits, the flesh on her back and ass, as Denise's tongue washed his thrusting ass.
In the corner of the room Jason's cock vanished up Missy's ass as it rested over a piece of equipment that she had been bound to when Tom had finished with her. When the four of them came, all except for Denise, there was a slight pause before Tom met his final challenge with Denise.