The Remaking of a Slave 4

     Allanah woke and looked over at Kayli. She knew it would be a good idea to keep her here, in her bed. She had wakened several times last night, screaming and sobbing, none of which was abnormal for someone who had been so severely traumatized. Allanah had expected it, and was glad she could be there to give her new girl comfort and reassurance.    She pulled the still sleeping girl close, and watched her quietly, reviewing the events of yesterday in her mind.
    After Kayli's revelation about all that Timothy had put her through, it was a miracle that the poor thing was still alive. She knew now that she must act quickly to stop that maniac before anyone else was hurt.
    After a silent growl, she let her thoughts slip to their lark to the boutique yesterday. She grinned thinking of the look on Kayli's face when she realized that everything in the entire place was dual purposed items that were normal looking things that had been in some way altered for, as Allanah had said “the most discerning Masters and Mistresses” To a passerby who wasn't in the know, it seemed to be just an upscale shop. Those who frequented the very expensive store knew the true purposes of that extra long scarf made of the finest shimmery silk (guaranteed not to tear or leave burn marks on a slave no matter how they struggle). They knew that the extra wide hooks on the bustiers in the rear of the store could be used to suspend a naughty slave, or even make her a prisoner of her own underwear. They knew that the stones in the studded diamond collars were cut identically and color matched, and that they were not just beautiful and breathtakingly expensive, but that they would hold up eternally, even with heavy use.
    The specialty of the shop, however, was custom rope, made to the buyer's specifications. A set of color matched ropes of any material could be ordered in any thickness, the most expensive being the two inch silk rope with gold threads. There was a customer who ordered the ridiculously expensive luxury for his Dungeon in red, and once it came in, Allanah decided to display the finished result over the counter until it was picked up. She had three more orders before the day was done! Solely with the proceeds from those four sales, she bought both of the neighboring shops and expanded.
    Every type of fetish wear imaginable was exhibited throughout the store, often with a collection of things in matching colors. A lovely pant set in sky blue leather was displayed with matching shoes, hat, and bag. Corsets and lingerie sets behind those, finally finishing with whips, paddles, belts and feather ticklers. There were lush plants and overstuffed, oversized chairs for the Masters and Mistresses, with ottomans and small soft carpets near for slaves to rest on.
    Allanah also took special orders for furniture or toys, which of course cost ten times the price of a ready made item. The majority of the furniture was hand made to her exacting design by Andrew and Pablo, but she guessed she’d have to add another to help them soon, as word of the exquisite quality spread.
    She smiled to herself once more and leaned down and kissed Kayli's forehead, whispering, “Wake up my Sleeping Beauty.”
    Kayli stirred, frowning a bit in her half sleep at a fading dream. As consciousness came to her, she realized Mistress was there and her eyes widened even as her body tensed with eager arousal. Mistress had played some with her last night, gently but firmly testing her limits, not allowing her to cum.
    “Good Morning, Mistress. How may I serve you?” She wished she had waken first and been able to slip out of bed and gotten some coffee or something. That was twice Mistress had been forced to wake her.
    Allanah lay back on the pillow, her many long little braids spilling over the pillow, her eyes were dusky with passion and hunger, “You are too tempting, Little One, with your sleep tossed hair and eager eyes. Pleasure me, and show me your hunger with your tongue.”
    Kayli slid back into the sheets, sliding her fingers over the smooth dark skin of Mistress, trying to make her touch inviting and arousing. Her own body ached just at the thought of pleasing Mistress. This is why she had wanted to be slave. Joy mingled with the hunger as she slid her body over Mistress’s leg and knelt between her spread thighs.
    She inhaled the scent of Allanah, her heart pounding with a desire to be found worthy. Her mind filled with worried about her lack of skill, but she tried to push the thoughts away. Kneeling, as one worshiping, she trailed gentle kisses on Mistress’s inner thighs, listening intently for the slightest sound of displeasure. She heard only a contented sigh.
    A little more assured, she kissed the shaven mound and slid her tongue down between the inner lips. The taste of Mistress was so different from that of Master Tim. Mistress was delightful and – she swirled her tongue around trying to find the right comparison for her flavor.
    Allanah moved her hips to a more comfortable position as she smiled up at the ceiling, “Oh yes, that was nice, just like that. Good girl,” she instructed in her low, gentle voice.
    Encouraged, Kayli, teased a bit at Mistress’s clit, sucking on it while flicking it fast with the tip of her tongue. She felt Mistress tense beneath her and heard her moan with pleasure at it. She did it some more and released the clit, making sweeping circles around it now with her tongue.
    Mistress groaned her pleasure and wrapped her fingers into the soft curls of Kayli’s hair, pulling her closer. Kayli began to lick faster, pushing her tongue harder against Mistress’s clit. She tried again to suck on the clit while working her tongue in lightning fast strokes over the swollen surface.
    Allanah arched, her body tense as the wave of pleasure that had been building in her swept over her with a crescendo. Her slave’s tongue flicked madly, making her own body want to dance on the sheets. As another wave of pleasure rolled through her, she thought of some years ago when she knelt and learned, and she smiled.
    Kayli kept licking and teasing, her face damp now with the juices of her Mistress, but she had not been commanded to stop. Her tongue was aching and her own body throbbed with a need that was almost painful. Her nipples rubbed against the sheets, teasing them into harder points. She began to rock at bit to feel the friction of the sheets against her nipples.
    “Kayli, cum for me,” Allanah ordered.
    With a cry of gratefulness, Kayli let go the self-control she had been holding onto since the previous day. The orgasm came fast and hard. The ache in her jaw seemed to disappear and she licked and sucked with renewed vigor, aching to show her Mistress how grateful she was.
    “Enough,” Allanah gasped and pushed Kayli’s head back. It was far too tempting to let the girl stay there for longer, but she knew that with so little training, her mouth must be tired.
    She pulled the slave up closer to her and lay there for a long moment, relishing her pleasure that sang through her body, her hand stroking Kayli, teasing her breasts, feeling the little shudders of her body when she tickled her nipples.
    Allanah whispered breathlessly, “Very good girl.” And continued to hold her close. She smiled and enjoyed the softness of the girl pressed against her. She thought for a moment about how different it was to be pleasured by a woman rather than a man. The end result was usually the same, yet getting there was such a different journey. Each beautiful and each thrillingly unique.   She shook off the soft cloud surrounding her and refocused on the delicious little morsel in her sights.
    “Kayli, it's time you learned a few things that I demand from my slaves.”
    “Y-yes Mistress.” She thought she'd done well, what had she done wrong? Oh no, oh no. The panic began to build and she trembled from within.
    “Relax Kayli. You did very well, but it is time for us to get on with the formalities. Shall we begin?”
    Kayli made herself relax, “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Let’s go to the bathroom and get ready for the day then.” Allanah languidly moved out of the bed, “You are also to know that when you are alone with me that you are free to ask questions of me. I expect you to ask, Little One, and not lock up questions and worries inside of yourself.” She reached out and caressed the soft skin of Kayli face.
    In the expansive bathroom, she had Kayli kneel on the soft rug and watch as she went through the steps of running a bath. She could tell by the look on Kayli’s face that she would not need to repeat the demonstration again should she want Kayli to repeat the actions.
    “In the tub, Little One,” she smiled at her slave.
    Kayli blinked in confusion, her mouth opened and then closed. Silently, she stood and got into the warm, scented waters. Allanah took up a wash cloth and began to gently wash the girl.
    “Shouldn’t I be washing you, Mistress?” Kayli finally managed to ask.
    Allanah did not pause in the soothing process of the bath, “What is your primary purpose as a slave, Kayli?”
    “To please you, Mistress,” Kayli replied automatically.
    “A good enough answer. There will be times when I want you to wash me, but it is my pleasure to prepare you for the day. Unless there is some reason, we will start the day with me preparing you. You have an idea of slavery that is not perfectly accurate, Little One. To you, right now, it is only deprivation, denial and endurance. It can have those aspects, but it is not all there is to it.”
    There was a long silence filled with the sounds of water before either spoke.
    “Mistress, what are the other parts of it then?” Kayli’s voice quavered slightly.
    Allanah smiled at her, “Pleasure, joy, contentment and power. You will learn all these and more in time.”
    When the bath was done, she dried Kayli off with fluffy towels, powered her with talcum powder and then had her sit at a vanity while she brushed her hair. Kayli’s eyes slid shut in a meditative pleasure at the hair brushing and braiding.
    “Now, for something to wear…” Allanah walked over to her expansive closet. She pulled out a summery dress in a blues and purples. “This should be comfortable.”
    As Kayli put on the elegant, soft underwear that Mistress had given her and the silky soft dress, she felt something flicking against her neck. She reached up to touch the object, but Allanah caught her hand.
    “I know you are curious, but I expressly forbid you to touch it or to try to find out what it is.”
    Kayli dropped her hand, “Yes, Mistress.” That was going to drive her crazy all day. A few minutes later, putting on another pair of the very high heels that Mistress seemed to like her in, she caught herself reaching up and realized this was going to be an exercise in self control, too.
    “You are beautiful,” admired Allanah, “Now, make the bed while I shower, Little One. Listen for the water and be back here to help me dry off.”
    “Yes, Mistress.” Kayli went back into the bedroom, walking a bit more comfortably on the heels today than she had the other day. She had to admit, they were beautiful and made her feel sexy. The feel of the silky soft fabric against her legs as she smoothed the sheets and pulled them taught was a very sensuous feeling, she realized. She almost got lost in the sensations as she worked and had to dash for the bathroom to dry off Mistress when she stepped out of the shower. Allanah choose a dark blue capri set to wear and let Kayli help her into it.
    Once they were both ready, Allanah led them downstairs for some breakfast. To her surprise, they ate at the same table. Joshua was there, finishing up his breakfast. Once again, Kayli had a big plate of food. Allanah had the same, but picked at her food as she talked with Joshua going over what he was going to do for the day. While he was talking with Mistress, Kayli saw a strongly muscled man standing just inside the room. He wore jeans and button front work shirt. She marveled at how handsome he was, and how shy he seemed to be.
    Once she was done with Joshua, Allanah looked up and saw the man standing there and smiled at him warmly, “Do come and sit next to me, Andrew. I want you to meet our new slave, Kayli. Kayli, this is Andrew our gardener. Now Andrew, tell me what you have planned for today.”
    Andrew came over, sat in the seat vacated by Joshua and began to tell Allanah how he planned to mulch one bed, plant some begonias, and prune a tree all in a slow rumbling voice that reminded Kayli of a gentled bear. Allanah nodded as if each item he listed was very important and then reminded him of the special dinner tonight.
    The dinner. Master Tim. Kayli suddenly felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. She put down her orange juice. She was so caught up in the thought that she barely noticed that Pablo came in after Andrew and went through the same process of going through his day.
    She jumped when Allanah touched her shoulder, “If you are done eating, it’s time to go to my office and start your day.”
    “Of course, Mistress.” Kayli rose and followed Mistress down the halls to the comfortable room that had three desks, computer equipment, and other office type things. Allanah showed Kayli a desk and told her that it would be hers.
    The next couple of hours were spent getting Kayli familiar with her system of bookkeeping and filing. Then she gave her a large pile of mail and showed her how she wanted it sorted. Allanah kept the pace moving knowing that Kayli’s mind would keep slipping to the dinner. She also had quite a backlog as she had been without an assistant for some weeks now.
Kayli worked hard that afternoon learning the office system of her Mistress. It was not a hard system, but Mistress kept distracting her with gentle, teasing touches that seemed to send to little bolts of electric energy through her until she was very aware of her body and the hardness of her nipples against the smooth satin of the bra she wore. Mistress also kept touching the small of Kayli’s back and whispering in a sultry voice, “posture, Little One.”
    Between the touches and the constant teasing of whatever it was that Mistress had put in her hair, Kayli barely had time to think about the approaching dinner. It took all her self-control not to reach up and touch it, to finger it and feel it and salve her curiosity. More than once she caught herself reaching up and had to put her hand down.
    At 5 Mistress had her put away the correspondence and follow her upstairs. Allanah prowled in the closet for a few minutes and came out with a garment bag, “This ought to fit you. You are skinny enough for it. Take your dress off.”
    “Yes, Mistress.” Kayli stripped down, watching curiously as Allanah opened the bag and took out a leather cat suit.
    Allanah stepped close and without warning slid two fingers between Kayli’s legs, smiling as she jumped and then moaned helplessly as her fingers probed. “You are amazingly wet for having done office work all afternoon,” she teased, her fingers not leaving but pressing deeper. She watched the girl’s posture lengthen and then her back arch, lifting her breasts. With her free hand she pulled down the shoulder strap of the flimsy satin bra and teased one of the hard nipples until Kayli’s lips parted in silent plea. If that bastard was not coming over tonight, she would have the girl teased through dinner and then have her for dessert. Reluctantly, she removed her fingers and let the girl lick them clean. She finished removing the bra from the now trembling slave.
    Kayli found it hard to let herself be dressed. Being aroused somehow made it harder. She ached to rub herself against Mistress, to grovel at her feet and beg for relief, but Mistress just gave her a maddening knowing smile and squeezed her into the softest leather outfit she had ever worn. She felt the suit being zipped up the back, and felt somehow even more excited when the high collar was fastened snugly around her neck. fit her every curve perfectly and snugly. Kayli had often worn much less but had never felt more uncovered than she did now. Allanah redid her hair, loose about her shoulders and removed the item that had tormented her all day. Kayli breathed a sigh of relief just a moment too soon. Allanah once again gave that wicked smile and replaced it, not on her hair, but on the zipper that rested at the top of the catsuit. Kayli could feel it dutifully performing its maddening task all over again as it tickled and petted at the back of her neck through the skin tight leather. She whimpered pitifully, and bit down on her lower lip in an effort not to beg. New high heels, black to match the leather suit, were fastened on her feet and a golden chain with a large diamond dangling from the center was put around her waist.
    “Kneel here and wait for me,” Allanah instructed Kayli. She let the girl watch as she changed her clothes and did her make up. Kayli was shocked when she saw the outfit she had chosen. It was as sharp a contrast to the clothes Kayli had seen her wearing as black to white. The skirt was tight red leather. For a top, she wore a red leather corset that barely covered her nipples. When she put on the corset, she had called for Pablo to come and help her finish fastening it.. He skillfully pulled at the lacings and her figure became even more pronounced. The fullness of her breasts seemed almost unbelievable in comparison to her now almost waspish waist.   When Pablo finished, he went immediately into the closet and brought out a pair of matching red leather thigh high boots with five inch heels. He laced the boots up the back and finished them with a delicate bow.
    Allanah dismissed Pablo with a deep, hungry kiss that he seemed reluctant to end, and a whisper in his ear that produced a full, toothy grin from the man. “Go and get dressed you scamp, before we miss dinner,” she said aloud.   Allanah took down her braids and ran a wide brush through her hair, then ran a straightening iron over it. She curled just the ends and ran her fingers through it. Her hair had the look of a shining piece of black silk draped over her head and shoulders and she arranged it so that it lay over one shoulder with the curling ends tickling at her breast.   She finished her look with bright red glossy lipstick and surveyed herself in the mirror, and winked at Kayli. Kayli thought to herself that Mistress looked at that very moment like the definition of “temptation” and moaned inwardly, hungrier for her now, than even before.
    When she was done, she led the way down stairs, just as the doorbell rang.