Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a2
Keywords: Quiet, Servitude, Pt., 06a2,
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*Author's Notes*
"Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.
To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.
If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.
If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy.
With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental."
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*Chapter 14 - Friday, June 13th - 1:03 p.m.*
It didn't take long for a few answers to trickle in when I felt the air rush by from the door being pulled silently open.
"Hello Stacy." A woman's voice said from beyond the portal.
"Hello Mistress."
"Why don't you come in and join us?" she said, taking my elbow and leading me into the room. The first thing I noticed was a drop in the temperature. What had been a rather warm hallway apparently opened up on a cooler room of large proportion as several voices seemed to echo around me mixing with a variety of odors, none of which I could immediately identify. We walked slowly through the group as I listened to her making small talk but a part of my mind was tuned in to the cacophony of noises around me. Strangely, the murmur of conversation carried on unabated as we walked slowly amongst the different people. I could feel the ruffles of the panties brush on my shaven skin as I walked and was aware of the growing erection returning to life. My mind swam as I pondered how I must have looked as I was being escorted to an unknown destination and no one seemed to notice our passage.
"Here is your first stop. Wait here for a moment."
I did as I was told and waited patiently. With my sight essentially useless, I concentrated on capturing every scrap of sound that made its way through the dark hood. From what I could gather at the time was that my mysterious guide had gone through another door and was making a noises a few feet away. Within seconds she was returning and I could hear her shoes clacking on dense wood as though she were stepping down to my level.
"All set." She announced. "We're going to take a few steps up now."
"Thank you Mistress."
She chuckled as she helped me up the steps.
"With an obedient attitude like that, we're going to have our work cut out for us to make you obedient." She said as I felt her tug as the handcuffs behind my back. "That last comment might not make any sense now, but you'll eventually see what I mean."
"Yes Mistress. Thank you."
"Great. How's that?" she asked.
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant but when I tried to move, it was clear that the handcuffs had been secured to a post rising up from the floor, which was securely fastened to the floor just behind my feet. I was able to shift slightly from foot to foot and swing to the side, but it was clear that I wouldn't be going too far from where I stood.
"I supposed you have no way of knowing how that is if you don't know what you're supposed to be doing. The purpose here is to keep you from running off and yet be somewhat comfortable. Knowing this, would you say this is the case?"
"Yes Mistress. I won't be going anywhere." I replied. It was true. I wasn't going anywhere without assistance.
"Excellent. Just wait here for a while and someone will be here to get you when we're ready."
"Yes Mistress."
*Chapter 15 - Friday, June 13th - 1:58 p.m. *
The time had passed slowly as I stood there in the short heels, thankful that the handcuffs weren't too tight and that they were tied down to a post that felt as though it must have been sized just for my comfort. My visit here had been a rollercoaster of emotions with more surely to follow. It seemed that hours had passed but I knew that it couldn't have been more than an hour. I felt as though I had been secured in a closet and forgotten. They had all mentioned the word obedience and I only hoped I wasn't going to spend the night here on my feet getting 'softened up' and worked over tomorrow. My fears were unfounded it seems as sounds began to reach my ears. A moment later, yet another new voice called up to me.
"Ready for your close-up?" the woman's voice asked jokingly.
"Yes Mistress." I replied.
We went through several more doors and the murmur of people from before died out as we stepped into another room, apparently our final destination.
"So this is the new recruit?" one voice asked.
"Yes. This is Stacy and she's here for our obedience training program." Another voice replied.
The room felt small but apparently there were several people already inside.
"Always love to start out working with a newbie." A third voice chimed in. I wasn't sure who said, it but I felt a hand slide across my ass and grope a cheek before giving it a hearty smack. Involuntarily, I took a step forward, which elicited a round of laughter.
"Sensitive too. This is going to be some much fun!"
"Let's get started, shall we?"
"Damn straight. What do we have on the agenda for today?" one voice asked. I got the idea in my head that the group around me were carefully studying my plan for the day because conversation stopped for a few moments.
"Alright!" the said as one, the joy and excitement was clear in their chatter.
They broke from their huddle and I could hear them move around in me, preparing something. I felt a tug at the handcuffs behind my back and for the first time they were free. My shoulders ached and I tried to loosen them up a bit, which was a mistake.
"Shoulders ache Stacy?"
"No Master." I lied.
"They should be sore as long as you had them on. Are you sure they don't ache?"
I didn't know how to answer was about to fall into my first trap.
"No Master. They're fine."
It was strange, but when he spoke again, I could hear the grin in his voice echoing in my ears.
"I think you're lying to me Stacy and that's no way to start out our relationship. You know as well as I do that a key component of any good relationship, especially one where I dominate and you are to be obedient is a relationship based on complete and open honesty. So I will ask you again. Are your shoulders sore?"
"Not really Master."
"Oh. So I ask before and they're fine and now they are sore? Either you were lying to me before or you're doing it now. Either way, you are yanking my chain so we're going to have to motivate you to be more open and honest."
I was yanking his chain? I felt a strong grasp on each wrist and it was clear it was two different people. Since he was still talking to me, everyone must have been helping out. A few seconds passed and I could feel new shackles being tightly strapped around my wrists. They were wide and cushioned but they still held me firmly. When they were in place I was pulled forward and down where they were clipped into place, the top half of my body folded over a padded support of some kind, my chest floating in the air horizontally with my arms pulled out in front of me. My legs were still vertical, frilly covered ass up in the air with my heels barely touching the floor.
Strong hands started to strap similar restraints to my ankles, securing them to similar rings mounted in the legs of the support.
"Now then." The voice started to say from somewhere behind me. "What shall we do to convince Stacy that lying is something we don't condone here."
I felt the answer a second later when something smooth and flat was slapped across my ass, the sound of the loud crack making the slight sting sound worse than it really was. Involuntarily, I flinched, my entire body tugging uselessly at the restraints that clearly wouldn't budge.
Silence ensued while the echo died out. The anticipation grew with each passing second until the device struck again and my entire body shook with a combination of fright, adrenaline, excitement and glee. I was breathing heavy now inside the hood as a repeated volley of strikes soon followed. My ass was tingling, but it didn't really hurt.
"Now then Stacy. Are you going to be open and honest with us?"
"Yes Master. Yes."
"Atta girl." He said as the floor upon which we stood began to vibrate. I could sense the motion and new that we were rotating slightly until the floor stopped and we still once again.
"I have to tell you, that we pretty fun," he continued as I felt a pair of hands tugging at my panties as they were slid down over my ass and down as far as my spread legs would let them go. Stopping at mid thigh, the hands release them and began to run themselves over my cheeks.
"Very nice Stacy. They reddened up nicely. Would you like some more?" he asked, as I felt his large, warm hand gently stroking my erect penis.
God, it felt great.
"Stacy? You failed to answer my question." He chided.
"Yes Master. I would like some more please." I wasn't sure if that was the right answer but I didn't care. The loss of control over what was being done to me allowed me to enjoy it a little instead of feeling the shame I thought I would.
"Good girl."
A moment later, different device found its way speeding towards my ass where it landed with more force. I continued to struggle against my restraints, but it was more from joy than the fright I had experienced earlier. A minute later, as the blows continued to land, a buzzing sound reached my ears and I hoped that it didn't signal the end of my training. Instead, I heard a woman's voice answer so it must have been a phone coming to life.
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Keywords: Quiet, Servitude, Pt., 06a2,