The Remaking of a Slave

    Kayli knelt, trying very hard to stay still. She could hear her Mistress moving around behind her inspecting her work. She wanted to turn and look, to see her expression, to be able to explain what she had or had not done. She bit her lip trying to keep in the moan of distress that welled up inside of her as she worried that her work would not be found acceptable.
   She tried to take a deep breath, but the snug corset prevented it from being too deep. The maid’s uniform Mistress had given her to wear revealed much more skin than Kayli was used to showing. The cups of the corset barely held in her breasts and only the best posture kept them from spilling out. The same good posture kept the short black skirt and crisp white apron covering her rear. Garters held silky hose to her legs and Mistress herself had put on the high heels and fastened the ankle clasp with a small heart shaped lock.
   She dared a glance at the clock. Eight twenty-eight. The day was gone. She had so far survived her first day as Mistress's full time slave. The morning arrival seemed days ago already. She was disappointed to find that Mistress was out when she arrived and that a strange man was at the front door. He had seemed to look down his nose at her which made her squirm a bit.
   “So you’re the slave?” he had said, looking her up and down like a side of beef. “Guess it takes all kinds. Come here, you get to put your luggage here. Mistress left an outfit for you. Get changed and there is a list of chores for you to do.”
   Kayli had padded around in her stocking feet for several hours until Mistress had come home. She had been called for immediately.
   Mistress was pulling off her coat when Kayli came into the room and stopped in the center of the carpet, nervous. She had presence of mind to assume the waiting position from the list she had memorized earlier. The smile of pleasure from her Mistress made her heart swell and her eyes water with tears of joy. She was here, at last! She was going to be able to serve her Mistress!
   “Pablo got you started I see,” Her voice was soft, with a hint of the south in her words. There was an underlying ring of command to her speech that resonated in Kayli, causing a small internal war of wanting to lower her eyes, but knowing she was to keep them up. “You need some shoes though. Sit on the couch.”
   And she had taken a box from a closet and gotten out the shoes with the high, high heels. The shoes that had made Kayli whimper to look at them. Mistress knew that Kayli loved to go barefoot and nothing made her will made known better than the soft click of the little locks. She had felt herself sink deeper into submission with each click.
   Kneeling now was a relief. The shoes were going to be a struggle for her to deal with in submission. Yet while her feet rested, she worried that she had missed a spot in the dusting, or that she had put something out of place. Had she gotten the silver polished to its brightest?
   She heard Mistress returning to her armchair and she strained to be still, to be perfection for her.
   Allanah looked the girl over, she gave a sort of half smile as she slipped off her eggplant shaded leather mules, and tucked her feet under her in the chair, and relaxed against the soft pillows at her back. The slight widening of Kayli's eyes told her that the small action had had the desired effect. Allanah had always wanted her slaves to know that her own comfort level was at its prime here, in her home-- sometimes, a great contrast to their own-- and that she would be comfortable whenever, and however she felt. It served two purposes. One, it kept the new slaves slightly off balance, forcing them to rethink their preconceived ideas of what might be required of them. And two, it forced them to remember their purpose-- her pleasure.
   Even the butter soft leather capri pants that matched her shoes and hugged her hips, and the short-sleeved, embroidered white silk top she wore bespoke her unconventional style.   The deep brown of her nipples poked against the sheer top, producing a show of the wide circles. Her heavy black hair was casually swept up in a thick claw clip at the back, tendrils escaping here and there in all the right places to frame her face along with the wispy bangs that tickled at her eyelashes.
   The black leather of the BDSM websites and porn flicks was a rarity, and the quiet way she handled the trainees was nearly always a shock to them. The slaves always were jarred at first when she took a relaxed “unMistress-y” position. She chuckled inwardly, knowing what would happen next.
   It came as no surprise when Kayli saw her positioning and unconsciously relaxed herself, then gasped softly when here eyes dropped momentarily and she was treated to a good bit of Mistress's anatomy. This caused her full breasts to tip out of the top of the corset, and her face to turn a bright shade of maraschino cherry.   The girl was immediately flustered, the unmitigated panic in her eyes told another of her secrets.            Allanah noted that obviously, the girl had suffered mistreatment at some point in the past, and more than likely, the abuse was severe. It was a sad but common thing among slaves. More often than not, a slave was so used to being the object of their abuser's whim, that becoming a slave was just a way of returning to normalcy. But there was something more to this one. She was exquisite in her desire to serve. There was an innate beauty in her, even though it was slightly soiled by the puppyish way the girl seemed to need petting and reassurance. She had a definite like for strong slaves, and was sure that this one would turn out better than any other.
   As Allanah watched her hands clenching at her sides, she spoke quietly to the girl.
   “You do not have permission to put them back. Now that they are displayed for me, I quite like it just that way. Be still.”
   The girl immediately froze, and the color continued to creep downward, making the swell of her breasts a bit pinker. Her nipples became erect, not from embarrassment, but excitement. She had become even more aroused as Mistress spoke. The tone in her voice was unwavering, yet reassuring to the girl. With the few words that she'd just said, Allanah had told the girl all she needed to know. She was solid, uncompromising, consistent, but best, and possibly most surprising of all, loving.
   Mistress purposely ignored answering the question that she knew Kayli had been dying to ask her. The chores had been done perfectly, but there was no need to indulge her just yet with that particular knowledge. She was ready to see how far the girl was willing to go to please her. An evil grin spread across her face when she asked Kayli, “Tell me, my little slave girl, exactly how wet are you? Better yet, just go ahead and show me.”
   Kayli froze, startled by the command. She hadn’t been expecting that—not yet. “Yes, M-Mistress,” she stammered, and then blushed again, this time in anger at herself for stammering. She wasn’t going to loose control of herself.
   Kayli reached beneath the short skirt and stiff apron and ran her fingers along her slit. Panties had not been included with the uniform. Her fingers grazed her clit causing her stiffen and make a small noise at the intensity of the sensation the small touch caused. The day in the corset, the day working for Mistress, the day of anticipation to this moment had all been working quietly tease her into a fairly high level of arousal. She withdrew her fingers and held out a trembling hand toward Mistress, the fingers coated in the clear liquid.
   “Eyes up, Slave” Allanah said firmly but gently.
   Struggling with herself, Kayli lifter her eyes to her Mistress. A drop of the liquid formed at the tip of her fingers and dropped to the carpet. Kayli took a breath in and waited for tirade. She could hear echoes of past ones in her mind. First the name calling. Worthless Slut. Shameless Whore. Disgusting Little Cunt. And then the beating until you could catch enough of your breath to beg forgiveness and plead until they were placated.
   “You are quite aroused,” Allanah smiled at her. “Go over to the cabinet there and select a dildo for yourself. She watched her crawl to the boxes of stacked burled wood, tentatively opening a drawer, then another as she fumbled to find the right one. Tears formed in her eyes when the third choice she had made was again incorrect. She shuddered, thinking she was taking too long, the names swirling in her head, the stress of the day, all these things played together to force the tears to stream down her cheeks. Finally after the fifth drawer was pulled, she saw the selection of the synthetic cocks. She gasped at the size of some, and ran her shaking fingers over them. There were all kinds, shapes, colors, and she worried she would pick the ”wrong” one. Mistress called out from behind her, seeming to read her mind, ”whichever one you find most appealing, Slave. Quickly!”
   Kayli was both ashamed and excited when she snatched up a thick purple dildo with a vibrating center. It wasn't very long, but it was large in diameter at the base... her pussy began dripping as her hand unconsciously squeezed the toy. She marveled at how much it felt like actual skin.   Mistress once again read her mind and simply stated, “ Technology is wonderful is it not?”
   Allanah watched the girl clumsily crawling back to her, and uttered, “Stop.” For the second time Kayli froze in terror, tears streaming in earnest now. She had to fight to keep control of her body, nearly wetting herself from fear, even though this Mistress was showing no signs of building fury like she'd expected.
   “Place the cock in your mouth, Slave, and carry it that way. It will be much more comfortable to you, and much more enticing for me.” Kayli breathed deeply, steadying herself, and placed the wide dildo sideways in her mouth, the pliability of the material made it bob as she crawled, much more gracefully over to the overstuffed armchair that Allanah sat in. She kneeled back and offered the dildo with her mouth. Mistress took it and smiled. “Good girl. You learn quickly. I am pleased. Go back to the cabinet and get the black thigh harness for me. Second drawer from the top, right side. When you make it back we'll discuss your little problem”
   Kayli blinked back the tears, “Yes, Mistress.” She crawled back to the cabinet with the small hope of Mistress’ word I am pleased in her mind. She felt a small trickle of arousal on her inner thigh snake down as she knelt up and opened the drawer and pulled out the black leather harness. The smell of the leather tickled at her nose and Kayli breathing quickened just a bit. She arranged it so she could carry it in her mouth and held it delicately with her teeth, worried she would mark the leather.
   She crawled back, breasts swaying, and felt a wash of emotions sweep over her. Submission was the primary emotion and it was wonderful and heady, making her nipples harder. Desire came next as she approached Mistress, so casual, yet so powerful on her chair. Fear mingled with excitement and a dizzying sense of this-can’t-be-real caused her to moan softly as she reached Mistress’ feet and lifted up her head to offer the harness.
    Allanah took the harness from her mouth, the grin she wore was far from pure, yet the girl was comforted by it for some reason, all at once, she was no longer afraid. Mistress moved her legs out from under her and placed them on the floor, not bothering to put on her shoes again, she strapped the harness on her thigh, then attached the dildo that Kayli had selected to it.   She relaxed against the middle of the back of the chair and a half,and spread her thighs a bit. Her hands were lightly folded and resting on her stomach. She lifted her hand and crooked a finger at the slave, motioning for her to stand and move closer, then resumed her previous position.
    “Sit on it, facing me, and you are to keep your eyes up-- especially if you are allowed to cum. From now on, you no longer have the right to shame.” Kayli put one knee up into the chair beside Mistress's thigh, then the other between her thighs, she quivered at being so close. She breathed the scent of Mistress's expensive perfume deeply, and felt the warm toy pressing against her sex, she lowered herself to the base in one swift motion, moaning loudly when it filled her, she rested there, savoring this closeness to Mistress, feeling the heat of her body so near, and awaiting further instructions. She felt her pussy dripping onto the toy and subsequently down to Mistress's thigh, the liquid rolling down the oiled leather in tiny streams. She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, she began to feel light headed and had to work hard to hear what was being said to her.
   “While you are here, I will use you in every way that pleases me. Your body will be tested, and your strength of character will be will be taken to its limits and beyond.   I am not easily pleased. What I expect from you is everything. Your body, your heart, and even your mind. Moreover, I want you to give them willingly. It is only a requirement of servitude here, that you give your body, which you have done by simply signing that contract, yet the others are not so easily gained. There is no time limit, and I will not force them from you, even though I could. While there will come a point when you wish to gift me with these things. I may or may not accept. At that time, I will decide whether or not to keep you permanently, release you from servitude, or send you to another. You will struggle with fear of rejection, yet as you grow stronger, and learn true trust, you will eventually give in to what you need. Giving in is something you will learn to do very well...” Her hands gracefully unfolded and began to lightly stroke the girl's thighs, hips and sides with her fingertips.
   Kayli felt Mistress's thigh moving slightly, causing the toy to slip a bit deeper into her, she moaned again, struggling to keep her eyes level with her owner's. “For the rest of our time together today, you have permission to speak freely, then you will resume speaking only when spoken to. Do you understand?”
   “Yes Mistress,” she gasped as Mistress’ fingertips touched a sensitive patch of skin on her thigh and she twitched hard enough to move on the dildo. She stood trembling, her eyes wide with arousal. “Do I need to stay still, Mistress?”
   “For now, yes.” Allanah smiled at her, “A twitch now and then is fine. I will let you know when I want you to move.”
   “Yes, Mistress,” Kayli fought to stay still as the well groomed nails of Mistress found another spot that seemed to make Kayli’s pussy contract hard around the dildo. How did she do that? How did she know? The slow dragging of the fingertips of her skin was torture enough but... “Ohh God!” She arched her back at the intensity of the last one.
   Allanah chuckled softly and pressed her thigh up and down a few times watching her new slave with the intensity of someone doing delicate surgery. Oh she was going to have some fun hours with this one in the dungeon.
   “Please, Mistress!” Kayli’s plea was a hungry cry, an uneasy plea.
   Allanah leaned her head back with a lazy smile on her face, “What, my little one?”
   Kayli’s fingers curled around the hem of the short serving skirt in anguish as her face reddened, her body convulsing tightly around the dildo, “Please, Mistress, may I come?”
   “I told you that you were not allowed shame, yet you held onto some. No, you may not come yet.” Allanah said kindly but firmly, “Don’t muss the skirt, hold it up out of the way that I may see and begin to ride the dildo, take your time.”
   “Y-yes, Mistress,” Kayli carefully held up the skirt and apron, her face scarlet, and began to move up and down on the purple dildo. She was beginning to have trouble keeping her eyes open and struggled with that as well. The feel of the dildo moving in and out of her was so good after the long day of anticipation and tension. She leaned her head back slightly, eyes half closed, barely focusing on Mistress.
   “Slave.”
   The voice seemed to come from very far away, but the commanding tone pulled Kayli back some, “Yes… Mistress?”
   “Tell me about the first submissive fantasy you can remember, don’t stop moving.”
   Kayli moaned as the need to cum built on itself over and over. Conversation. Oh God. “Yes, Mistress.” She gasped, trying to control the need to cum with her breath, “I… ohh.would daydream about a giant…”
   “How old were you?” Allanah interrupted with a wicked smile.
   Kayli blinked trying to focus on Mistress, her skin gleamed with a sheen of perspiration. “Se-seven or eight, Mistress.”
   “Hmmm… go on,” she reached out with her perfectly groomed hand and pinched one of Kayli’s nipples, watching her almost shoot off the dildo in response. Her eyebrows lifted in amused surprise. She would have to test to see if her nipples were always that sensitive.
   Trembling, Kayli moved up and down on the dildo, “The giant would kidnap me and put me in chains…” The dildo sprang to life inside her and started vibrating and Kayli whimpered in desperation.
   “Not yet, Little One. Go on.”
   “H- he would m-make m-me work f-for him and k-kept me in the dungeon at n-night. H-he never let m-me go,” she felt tears rolling down her face as she strained to please Mistress, to keep back the orgasm. She had never been tortured quite this way before. It was horrible; it was wonderful. She had never been so far into where ever that she started stuttering again.
   “Please, Mistress, P-please, I b-beg You, please, let me cum!” she sobbed at last, her eyes pleading.
   “Cum for me.”
   She came with a cry of pleasure and pain and relief. Her body shook from head to toe as it came and came harder and harder and then she floated in darkness.
   Allanah grinned evilly as she pressed the button on the remote hidden in her armchair. Pablo appeared swiftly and quickly took in the scene before him. The new girl had passed out on top of Mistress, a sort of drugged smile on her face. He bit his lower lip to hold back the torrent of begging, as images of Mistress tormenting him and the slave girl together filled his head. The images flooded his senses, he could smell her sex as the air filled with her scent fluently, as if it were an incense that had been lit. He so badly wanted Mistress to command him to use the new one's body, hungered for Mistress's full attention, needed just one more opportunity to please her. She had been so different from the others in so many ways.   She'd never required devotion, yet had it from every slave she'd owned.   She'd never sent a slave to the emergency room with an injury she'd inflicted. She'd never used her slaves' fears to tear them down. She'd never treated them with contempt or abused them. She treated each with love and kindness. It was very odd to him when he first came.
   His previous Mistress had treated him so differently. He had not been a favorite of Mistress Elyse. She was not kind, and paid him little attention but to punish and berate him for failing at some menial task he'd been assigned. When he came to Allanah, he had been shredded to his very soul. A quivering mass of less than manhood. Allanah saw what had been done to him, helped him conquer his fears, hold his head high and be strong in his submission. She seemed to know just what to do with all of the slaves, new or experienced, they always left stronger than they came. They worshiped her. She was truly an enigma. Unfathomable to some, loved by most, respected by nearly all.
   While she looked so “normal” and laid back on the surface, her mind worked overtime, even in her sleep. Many times, when Pablo had had the luck to share her bed, she'd wake in the middle of the night and scribble away in her journal, or run down to the workshop to jot down the schematics for some wild machine she'd dreamed of, and didn't want to lose. Often, she would begin the fabrication of the machine right then and there. Even though he'd been with her for just over fifteen years, he'd never seen her sleep a whole night through.
   Pablo swallowed hard and awaited her instructions. She looked him up and down, never disappointed with his strong form or roguish black hair. He had the look of a renegade pirate with his goatee trimmed that way, and a boyish gleam in his eye.   Her eyes finally made their way back to his hazel green ones, and she whispered, “Let's introduce her to the dungeon. Or perhaps wake her right now and make her cum again in exactly the same way over and over until she passes out again?” He knew she was purposely tormenting him for her own amusement. He was growing hot even though he was not wearing a shirt. His cock was painfully stiff in the jeans he'd been wearing while weeding the garden, and Mistress's words were pushing him dangerously close to begging. His mouth was suddenly dry and his pulse quickened.
   Allanah took mercy on him and whispered with a grin, “The dungeon then. Would you care to be present at her first session there, Pablo?”
   “Y-y-yes, please, Mistress”
   “Carry her down for me, careful not to wake her. I'll personally take care of that when I'm ready.”