Sydney’s Descent - Copied

[hirarandi]

Kira stood and with a tug on the leash, followed along behind him, leading Sydney on all fours. By now drool was seeping from her head harness ring gag, adding to the anguish. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. 

Sydney had seen his studio in the prior days, but they passed that room and went to the far back right, to another room. Crawling along with her eyes to the floor, trying to keep up with Kira, Sydney looked up when Kira gasped, "Oh my god, is this like your dungeon?"

With a laugh Master replied, "Well, it's a start. This stuff is expensive, but maybe with a bit of income generated by our pet, it can be expanded. It will do for our purposes tonight. Bring her over here." He stood next to a heavy-duty rack of some sort, with slots and movable parts.

"It looks like something from the Salem Witch Trials," Kira whispered, suddenly coming to a halt as Sydney stopped in her tracks. "Bad girl, bad bitch," Kira scolded, pulling the leash and with the help of Master, they had not problem immobilizing a squirming and resisting Sydney in the apparatus. She wailed and cried in vain, as they locked her wrists to the side, clipped the top of her head harness to the top of the rack, and then cuffed first her thighs, then her ankles to the rack, leaving her completely helpless and exposed.

Sydney continued to beg through the ring gag, knowing she was completely trapped. Master and Kira stepped back, slightly winded from the effort. "The bondage catalog calls it a bang rack, but that is not our purpose tonight, and as I said, this will not be necessary within a few days of her training."

He went to one of several cupboards, and upon opening the doors revealed a multitude of whips, paddles, and leather thongs. And several metal items, one of which he took, along with a strip of leather. Showing Kira, he asked, "Do you know what this is?" 

"No, Sir, not exactly, but it looks deliciously menacing."

"I noticed immediately that this slave has posture issues. I told her she walks like a librarian, though we worked on that the other night. Did you notice how she slouches when in pet mode? A slave needs to display her assets at all times. Granted, this Asian bitch is not particularly well endowed, but that is no excuse for not being enticing."

Sydney heard the words and they hurt. She was barely regaining some breath control, her nostrils still flaring with each breath. 

He approached his slave from the back. "This will accomplish two things, both of which will be soon evident. Watch so you can continue her training during the week ahead." 

Kira was entranced and her pussy quivered with excitement. 

"In the early training process, you should use some form of lubrication." He squirted a healthy glob of goo on the rounded end of the hook-shaped metal. "As she adapts and accepts it more readily, you can use her own pussy juice or even saliva." Slowly, he pushed the metal end towards her anus, and the moment the cold metal and goo touched her nether hole, Sydney squealed and tried her best to evade the invader, all to no avail. 

She screamed and wailed as Master slowly but steadily pushed the rounded ball end of the hook into her asshole. "It is called an anal hook," he hissed, as her rectum fought the invasion. With a small sound of suction, the hook was imbedded in her ass. Sydney had stopped screaming, and was now just moaning in pain and frustration. Kira was transfixed by the action.

"So," he continued, hands on hips, staring at his naked, trapped, and hooked slave. "Next," and with that he took a long strip of leather, almost like rope, and tied one end to the eye of the anal hook, giving it a slight tug. Sydney gasped.

"Why don't you finish the process, Mistress Kira. Release the head harness from the rack, then pull the leather thong through that same ring, pulling it taut so that every movement of her head will be felt in her ass." Gleefully Kira did as requested, Master showing her how to complete the process with a taut-line hitch knot, enabling them to adjust the tightness as needed.

"All that work, but we are now ready to train her to walk like the sex-starved slut that she is." He released her wrists, ankles and thighs from the rack. "Take the leash and lead her around the room, while I set up the equipment for recording this training session."

As Kira led, Sydney followed, her mouth drooling like a faucet, every step uncomfortable, but not exactly painful. Kira walked slowly, not wanting to actually hurt her roomie any more than necessary. 

After setting up the video equipment, Master refocused on Kira and Sydney. "All right, by now she is used to the sensation, so let's work on the enticement posture. Arch your back more, slave, and raise your ass. Keep your head up, look straight ahead. Ass up! Oh fuck, what a dumb slut," and proceeded to tighten the leather rope, causing Sydney to groan in anguish. 

Around the room Kira led her bitch, as Master filmed the entire lap. "Again, around one more time, head up, ass up, arch your back, good, now waggle your ass, left and right, as though it is begging for attention. Excellent. Keep going."

'Like a trained animal, that is what I am,' Sydney despaired. She had no choice but to obey. 

"Very good, Mistress Kira, now I want you to reinforce this posture in the coming days. By Friday, your first assignment is to ensure she walks on all fours without prodding like a bitch in heat with the hook and harness."

"Yes, Sir, you can count on me," Kira glowed.

"I have one more assignment for you. Untie the hook and remove the gag and head harness while I prepare the next training session."

Kira started at the rear, but following a sharp yelp from Sydney opted instead for untie the leather from the head harness after loosening the knot. She then focused on the hook, but could not resist dragging a finger along Sydney's very wet pussy.

The ball end of the hook came out with a blop sound. "Your rectum is so cute, slave. It is like winking at me. And your pussy, omg! Master, what about something like a plug or tail for this slave, to expand her asshole. She seems to be enjoying this so much!" 

Sydney moaned.

"All in good time," he responded from the other side of the room. "That means daily enemas, but Rome was not built in a day."

Kira then squatted in front of her roomie, and unhooked the head harness, pulling the leather ring from Syd's drooling mouth. As Sydney tried to open and close her mouth, Kira whispered, "You are doing great, slave. We will get you out of this mess before you know it," and proceeded to lick Sydney's drool from the ring. 

"Whyyyy..." Sydney has no idea what Kira's plan was, if there even was a plan. She wanted to run from the room, screaming into the night, but that was not an option at this point. She had to trust Kira, there was no choice.

"Lead her over here when you are done," he said.

Kira tugged on the leash, pulling Sydney to the other side of the room, but they took only a couple of steps when Kira stopped and using the leash as a whip, swiped at Sydney's ass. "I can't believe you, slave! What do you think we've been doing the past half hour? I remove the hook and gag and you immediately regress, back to waddling like a four-legged duck! Oh my god, ass up, head up, arch your back, NOW!"

Sydney yelped in shock, but immediately responded. She would do anything to avoid further punishment. She even swayed her ass left and right. She knew Kira was right. Being a slave required concentration.

Master was smiling as they arrived on the other side of the studio. "She tells me she is a virgin, which I find hard to believe and suspect it is just another lie or deception. Is that true, slave, are you a virgin?" He squatted down in front of Sydney, at eye level.

"Yyessss, Master, slave is a virgin," she sputtered.

"A slave has three holes, surely at least one has been used."

She shook her head and from behind his back a wand appeared, which he just touched to her ass. It sounded like a spark of electricity, and while it was not agonizing, Sydney yelped in shock, falling over onto her side.

"This will come in handy when she forgets," he said, handing the wand to Kira. "Now get up and answer correctly, slave!" Kira reached down and using Sydney's ponytail, pulled her back to all fours. 

"Once again, are all three of your holes virgins?"

"Yes, Master," Sydney choked, half in tears, half in fear, "slave is a full virgin."

"What do you think, Mistress Kira. Is that possible?"

"Well, Sir, I am not sure about all three holes, but I am fairly certain she has not had anal nor vaginal sex, at least she has told me this several times."

"Are you also a virgin?" he asked Kira.

"No, Sir, but I have not been used anally."

"Hm, ok, let's begin to train the slave's facehole. He stepped aside and on the floor was a mirror, with a realistic cock suctioned to the glass. "Lead the slave forward, over the dildo." Once in position, he continued, "I want to see how far you can take this into your mouth and throat." Sydney did not move. She just stared at the mirror and cock. She could see her bedraggled hair and tear-stained cheeks. 

ZAP, suddenly the electric shock hit her rectum and she collapsed in anguish. "This thing really works," Kira glowed. "Get up, slave, or you will get another taste of 'sparky.'"

Sydney struggled to her position over the cock. Kira and Master walked around to the front for a better look. Sydney looked up, started to beg for mercy, but the expression on their faces told her there were no other options. She lowered herself onto the dildo, allowing it to slide partially into her mouth. It was about 6 inches long and she got the first 4 inches before it hit the back of her throat.

"Pitiful. See what I mean, totally untrained," Master said. "She is like a robot, no enthusiasm, no excitement, just mechanical."

Sydney lifted her head and with sad, droopy eyes looked at her tormentors. "Turn the prod up one notch, let's see if that helps," he told Kira.

"No, no, please, I'll, I mean, this slave will do better, please not again." She used her tongue to caress the top of the cock, getting it wet, imagining it was real. She had seen enough porn movies of cocksucking sluts to know the basics.

"Get your ass in the air, arch your back, that cock is your lover, show enthusiasm, show lust, you want it, you need it!" he snarled. "Love and Enthusiasm, that is what is expected. Your Master's cock becomes your universe, and your only desire is to express your love through energetic enthusiasm. Show us, slave, show us!"

Up and down she bobbed her head, slurping, maybe getting an additional inch into her mouth, but the moment it touched the uvula at the back of her throat, she pulled off. She had a powerful gag reflex that had always been a problem at doctor, dentist, and orthodontist exams. When her face neared the mirror, she felt her eyes crossing and had to shut them. 

"Lift your head up, slave," and when she obeyed, he continued. "It is not a popsicle. It is your Master's cock. It is not yours to taste and dabble your tongue around, it is yours to crave and to love. He wants to feel the muscles at the back of your throat, caressing and stimulating, compressing and encouraging, and he wants to hear your moans and your desire for more and more. You are trying to coax his cum, not into your mouth, but into your throat. One more time and show us what you can do."

His words felt like a pep talk before the big game. She wanted to please him, wanted to avoid the electric shock, wanted to hear any words of praise. And so she lowered herself to the cock, tickled the end with her tongue and then plunged herself onto the dildo, up and down, swirling with eddies of saliva, gulping and moaning, striving to touch the glass with her lips, proving she could take it completely into her throat, holding her breath much of the time, gasping for air when on the up thrust. Time and again, up and down, each time getting closer, until finally...she jerked her head up from the dildo, gagging and feeling the sudden need to vomit. She couldn't do it, she would never be able to please him.

"Ok, you see your second task for the week. By Friday, I want her taking the longest of the four into her throat and holding it there. Is that clear, Mistress?" 

"Yes, Sir, yes, I will make sure she practices until it comes second nature to her."

Sydney had regained her breathing and the gag reflex had been quelled, but her eyes were still watering and she felt like a total fool and failure. Master removed the suction dildo and was showing Kira a case which contained others, apparently longer than the one she had just failed.

Returning to their slave, he said, "We have one more issue here and that is her disobedience, as evident by the video from her room." Speaking to Kira as though their slave was not even present, he continued. "Are you aware of her fascination for the Gorean sub-culture?"

"I am not sure what that even means," Kira replied, remembering his command of 'Nadu' earlier.

"When I examined her laptop, it was filled with photos and stories of an imaginary, sci-fi location where all or at least most women are slaves. Steel collars are locked on their necks. Their thighs are branded like animals, because that is their position in society. It is natural for these slaves to have a septum ring, which they gladly accept, but they beg not to have their ears pierced. I know, it sounds strange, but that is the sort of stuff she seems to crave and masturbate to and fantasize about.

"When she first came here, in order to get her computer programs returned and to save her the humiliation of others knowing about the porn on her computer, she made me various promises, none of which has she kept. She was to wear 2-inch hoop earrings 24/7, never cover them, and yet she either replaced them with smaller hoops or covered them with her hair. She opted for an anklet rather than a collar, and then managed to turn it around and cover it with her socks. One act of disobedience after another and I cannot allow this to continue.

"I made arrangements for just the sort of piercings a slut and Gorean slave would crave. I even gave her a choice of three different locations, each enhancing her sexual appeal.

"So, Mistress Kira, it will be your task to ensure obedience to the best of your abilities. I realize you cannot be with her 24/7 and yes, absolutely, I expect her to continue to shine in college. She will not skip classes, she will not flag in her responsibilities, in fact feel free to increase her duties around the apartment or wherever you live. Is this clear?"

"Oh, yes, Sir, yes, I will do exactly as you wish. I have some ideas if you wish. For example, may I have one of your shorter leather thongs from the cupboard?"

"Of course," he answered and when Kira had taken one, she turned and made a pantomime of scissors with her right hand and fingers. He pointed to a drawer where Kira found a pair. Sydney could see none of this, because she was facing the opposite direction.

Kira tucked the scissors in her back pocket with her phone and proceeded to gather Sydney's hair into a high ponytail. "Let's give her one more chance, Sir. I will insist on a high ponytail so that the fuck-me hoops that you gifted her cannot be hidden." She finished by wrapping the leather thong and tying it off. It was evident that she had intentionally left a tuft of black, luxurious hair dangling to the side. "And if she disobeys again," taking the scissors from her back pocket, she snipped a small tuft of loose hair causing Sydney to gasp in shock.

Kira walked around the front, showing her slave the hank of hair and saying, "Is that clear enough for you, slave?"

Sydney shouted, "What have you..." but she never finished the sentence, as Kira's free hand flashed out and slapped her slave across the face, knocking her to the floor, where she curled up and wailed in sorrow.

"Let's talk a little more, Mistress, while she gets this self-pity out of her system," he said, and they walked to the other side of the room.