Seventy Three – Oakham

“There’s no need to be shy, you have a very attractive body, and that’s what you want isn’t it, for men to find you attractive?”

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

“I wondered whether you’d come back after last week. You must have been quite sore, I’d think?”

“It was for a couple of days, yes, but it’s okay now.”

“I would’ve thought you’d learnt a lesson and come to your senses, gone back to having some dignity. You’re going to carry on then are you?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“We’ll see. Right he wants you in a corset today.” She took the garment from the dresser.

“Hold your arms above your head.”

Janet wrapped the bodice around her waist. It covered her stomach and finished just below her breasts.

“Hold it in place while I do it up.”

Janet pulled in the fabric, connecting the hooks and eyes all the way down the back. The corset was rigid but pleasantly tight and Kate could see the result in the mirror, on the wall above the side board. Her already slim figure was reduced even farther; she looked good and felt good. Her breasts were pushed out, more pronounced, and she had no choice but to stand more upright and to take shallower breaths due to the restriction on her lungs.

“Sit down there.” Janet indicated the chair next to the table. Even the simple task of sitting was made more difficult by the corset–Kate loved its restriction. While she sat in the chair, Janet attached stiff leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists and a wider collar round her neck.

“Stand up, let’s see. I think you’ll do.” She fixed the wrist cuffs together behind Kate’s back, opened the door and started walking down the passageway with Kate following closely behind. As they walked, Kate studied Janet’s body, noting how good her buttocks looked in the tight leggings and the shapely, slim legs enhanced by her boots. She had a growing fascination for the mysterious woman.

As they entered the study the two men broke off their conversation. Neither rose from their seat but both stared in admiration.

“Ah there you are, thank you Janet. Would you secure her please?” Kate knew what to do after the previous week’s visit. She followed Janet to the bar and leaned forward as before. Her hands and feet were secured to the rings at the corners of the base and once again she was stretched, open and defenceless. Janet looked to the colonel indicating that she was ready. He rose from his chair and walked over to the tethered victim. Richard remained seated–the casual observer of her plight. The Colonel slowly walked around her testing the bindings more for effect than to dispute the efficiency of his assistant, then nodded his approval.

“The strap please Janet,” he said. She passed him the instrument as would a theatre nurse to a surgeon. Kate’s apprehension grew on seeing the thick leather belt with its wooden handle. Ever since the spanking she’d dreaded the moment she would have to experience the increased pain from the leather belt, and if she were to admit it to herself, longed to experience it. She’d played it through many times in her head but when it was all so real it was far more frightening. Determination filled her mind; she’d learnt from last time, she was going to withstand it. She was going to face it with courage and dignity and show a level of self-control which would do justice to her bravery. In her mind she’d failed once and would not let it happen again.

Each slash of the belt was precisely placed, ensuring that the whole area from the top of her buttocks to the base of her thighs received a share of the pain. It was not like the spanking, those dull pounding hand blows took time to have an effect, but the impact of the strap was felt as soon as the leather made contact with her still tender flesh. Each strike followed the same pattern–a line of burning ending in a sharp pain where the tip of the belt curled round, then he waited for the sensation to die down before applying the next stroke.

Kate found the waiting intolerable, constantly tightening her muscles in anticipation of the pain to come. Unable to hold the tension for too long she was forced to relax, and then he struck again. Her stoicism didn’t last long. The pain had her arms and legs pulling against the bonds in a futile attempt to escape the assault: the continuing and relentless assault. Losing all sense of time she became lost in the sensations emanating from her lower body. Each new blow merged into the last, distinguishable only by the distant sound of the impact but always contributing to the dull throbbing mass which was her backside. With eyes tightly closed her crying and screaming became the only outlet for her distress.

As if to increase the cruelty, the blows were no longer being spread over the whole of her lower body and instead were concentrated in one small area at the centre of her rear, one directly on top of the other, enhancing the pain, taking it to new heights.

“You can take it Kate, that’s very good.” The Colonel’s voice took a while to register, but when it did her eyes flew open–his voice was in front of her. She turned to see the black boots and leggings standing to her side and the strap being brought down yet again by Janet. It worried her to think what this woman might do to her, she hated weak women, she said, despised them for not being loyal to their gender. Could she take things too far out of spite and loathing. The shock of the discovery was soon replaced by fear and renewed vigorous pulling at her bonds but she no longer had the strength keep it up and was soon reduced to a tearful, sobbing wreck, meekly accepting the woman’s endless barrage. Was this how she gained revenge for the treacherous betrayal of women? Kate didn’t care. Instead of feeling defeated she found instead a new level of defiance and endured the torture until the colonel called a halt to the proceedings.

They left her in position for a short while, allowing her to gain some of her former composure. Once the beating had ceased, the sobbing soon subsided to be replaced by an unexpected calmness within her. She was bewildered to realise that she was proud to have been beaten in such a cruel manner and pleased at having been made to endure it. She found an unexpected self-respect; she was considered special enough by her tormentors to put her through it.

“Janet, would you apply the cream please?

“Certainly,” Janet said, before gently soothing the cream into the abused flesh. “There, that’s better isn’t it? The cream will make it heal more quickly and reduce the bruising.”

Even if it had no healing properties Kate wouldn’t have minded. The gentle movement of Janet’s hands during its application was enough to justify its use. Kate considered the situation to be bizarre: being soothed and pampered by the very person who had caused the damage. Was the woman also paying a little too much attention to the areas which the strap had failed to reach?

Colonel Mason moved around to her front and stooped down to her level. After gently brushing the wet hair from her tear stained face, he spoke softly to her.

“You did very well Catherine, very well indeed. There’ll be others who’ll wish to punish and beat you but probably not more excessively than you just experienced. You see we’re giving you the strength to face future maltreatment with fortitude, in the knowledge that you’ll be able to bear it, that you’ll undergo it with courage and not be defeated by your abusers.”

“I know, thank you Sir,” she said and a warm smile came to his face in recognition of her tenacity.

“You are indeed a valuable commodity, my dear.”

Mason’s years of experience in the Army as well as in the role of trainer had taught him the value of after-care and praise when dealing with his underlings. What the cream did for the flesh, so the praise did for the mind; both had the power to heal the pain. He was not out to break the will of his trainee’s, no, his role was to draw out their desire to please, their eagerness to satisfy the demands of others and that would only occur when the slave was a willing and ardent participant. Punishment was not such a powerful tool in the training of a slave. Often they are punished merely for the pleasure of others. So, in its own right, being punished is no indication of having displeased. On the other hand praise will only be bestowed when deserved: a far more valuable tool.

“You can take Catherine now Janet and help her to get ready.” As she approached to undo the cuffs Janet took a long moment to study Kate’s marked and used body. Her expression, Kate couldn’t quite read. It may have been pity, it could have been loathing, perhaps even envy, but before she had time to dwell on the analysis it was gone and the impassive face of the efficient housekeeper and assistant returned.

They left the room and returned to where Kate had been prepared. As she dressed ready to leave, she expected another lecture about her disloyalty but none was forthcoming.

By the time they drove home darkness had taken over the city. Kate looked out of the window observing the people undertaking their daily routine, wondering if she should, or could return to hers.

Once home and having made a fuss of Oscar, feeding him a little smoked salmon as a treat, they decided that it was late enough for bed. After showering Kate slipped into bed next to Richard who was waiting to hear what was on her mind. He’d read the tell-tale signs, the quietness in the car and her short, concise sentences.

“You’ll need to wear trousers for a couple of days you know, you’re marked right down your legs.”

“I know, I’ve looked in the mirror.”

“So, come on, out with it. What’s on your mind?” He put his arm around her for comfort and to help her open up to him.

“You read me like a book don’t you?”

“Yes, a top shelf dirty book. Now, what is it?”

“I was just thinking in the car on the way back, about us. I mean, you seeing me treated like that, have you lost respect for me?”

“You idiot, is that all that’s bothering you?” He said it with some relief. “The same thing crossed my mind, whether you’d lost your respect for me in letting this happen to you. Shouldn’t I be the macho alpha male protecting his woman?”

“Well, I hadn’t considered that, how much strength of character you needed to let it happen, while I’m tied there taking it easy. You need so much self-control to let it happen. My hero.”

“Watch it you sarcastic little madam or I’ll smack your arse.”

“Would you mind waiting a couple of days?” she whined. He kissed the top of her head.

“So, you’re still keen to carry on with this and see it through are you?” Richard asked.

“If I wasn’t and wanted to stop, do you think we could go back to our previous lives and routines? Do you want to sit and watch another repeat of ‘You’ve Been Framed’ in the evening instead of taking me to have my arse strapped?”

“I don’t know which is more painful actually.”

“You idiot, I’m serious.” she gave him a smile, “Are you still OK with it?”

“It’s exciting, I can’t deny that, and the lust on your face as you were brought in by Janet today got me hard. The Colonel was right, you are special. But you’re the one taking the physical stuff it’s you who needs to decide when enough is enough. Have you had enough Kate?”

“I don’t think I have you know, and it’s all down to you. How many husbands would be good enough to take their wife to an old colonel and his women’s libber assistant for them to thrash her arse?”

I know, I know, I’m just too soft for my own good.”

19

The streets were bustling as Kate and Helen locked up the gallery and headed out for lunch. Fridays always seemed to be busier than other days. Most of the people were probably office workers as the summer rush of tourists had subsided by mid-September.

“You know what’s going to happen don’t you?” Helen asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Melissa, she’s going to give you another grilling about your slave thing, she’ll want to know everything. Are you going to tell her about your training and what that colonel did to you?”

“No, that was just for your ears, anyway you know what she’s like, she’ll have passed on from that, some new boyfriend or interest will have grabbed her attention by now.”

“Don’t you be so sure.”

“Anyway, as I remember it, last time you seemed to get more of a grilling than I did.”

The café was busy but not crowded so they settled into a corner seat which was free.

“Here she comes, smiley as ever, don’t you just love her?” Helen gave no response. She did love Melissa, of course she did, but was a little apprehensive about being put on the spot again if Melissa goaded her.

“Hello you two, lovely to see you,” Melissa said, with the usual exchange of kisses, “how are you both?”

“Were both fine thanks, things are good.” Helen assured her.

“Do you want coffee?” They both accepted and all three decided to order food later, there was no rush.

“He’s bringing them over in a minute.” Melissa informed them as she returned to the table.

“So, come on Kate, how’s the slave thing going?”

“Told you, that’s a fiver you owe me.” Helen told Kate as they both laughed.

“What’s up with you two then, what did I say?”

“I said that you’d bring it up casually during lunch and Helen said you’d come straight out with it, so I lost the bet, you owe me a fiver, Melissa.” Kate joked with her.

“Sorry about that, so what’s the latest?”

“I can’t tell you the details, it’s embarrassing enough that you know about it at all. I’ve been made to do…things…and you’d be horrified if you knew all the details.”

“Wow that’s great.”

“Melissa, don’t start again with the ‘wow’ and ‘cool’ stuff, Kate’s fine with it.”

“But are you getting lots of sex, are they screwing you?”

“Melissa!” They both yelled in unison.

“No, they’re not, but Richard is, he seems to have…how shall I put it…’a renewed enthusiasm for my body’, for which I have no complaints.” They all joined in the conspiratorial giggle.

“So you don’t have to screw other men then, but I thought that was the big attraction.”

“No doubt I’ll be used in that way at some time but it hasn’t happened yet.”

“Anyway there’s more to it than that Melissa, Kate’s not doing it to ‘get screwed’ as you put it. The whole thing is more meaningful for her than just gratifying what’s between her legs.” Kate immediately turned to Helen giving her an astonished look, but grateful of her support.

“What?” Helen defended herself. “Don’t look surprised, she’s making it sound cheap and tacky.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I admire Kate for having the balls to do it, I don’t think I would. I know I have a lot of boyfriends, and have some fun, but that’s where it stops. It turns out that you’re the adventurous one amongst us, not me.”

“We should get all the fun out of life that we can.” Helen added.

“But are you sure that it’s fun for you Kate, it sounds like pretty heavy stuff?” They both knew that Melissa was fishing for more information, without asking direct questions.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. The thrill is, that I don’t know what’s going to happen to me or be done to me, I’ve given my permission for them to do whatever they want, even if I don’t agree at the time.”

“Wow, sorry Helen. I mean fancy going out and not knowing what will happen by the time you come home.”

“Yes, I don’t make any of the decisions so I’m not to blame for what goes on, no guilt see.”

“But there’s a risk of getting hurt isn’t there. I mean physically, or in your head. So why risk it?”

“Of course there is, but that’s no different from lots of activities, why would people go parachuting, rock climbing, skiing or motor racing? They do it for the thrill and accept the risk factor, and that’s what we’re doing. If it looks like it’s getting too much we’ll stop.”

“I’ll be making sure she’s OK and nothing nasty happens to her, don’t you worry Melissa, but at the moment she’s getting what she wants out of it, so we should give her our support.”

“Thanks Helen,” Kate’s astonishment couldn’t be kept hidden.

20

Kate arrived at the Oakham offices with plenty of time to spare. Grace told her that their first appointment was at 2.00pm so to meet at the office by 1.30pm would be fine. On entering the reception area, she felt the atmosphere to be much quieter and more relaxed than on her previous visit. Grace heard her approach and emerged from her office to greet her.

“Hello Catherine, how are you?”

“I’m fine thank you, nice to see you again. It seems quiet around here is everything OK?”

“Mr. Weston’s away for two days, not back till Wednesday, it’s always quieter and more relaxed. Generally we treat it as a bit of a break. That’s why it was convenient to schedule you in for today, I won’t be needed here.”

“Where are we going?”

“First stop, the beauty parlour, Colonel Mason said that your hair had to go. It’s very common, most slaves are kept smooth.”

“Right, OK then. I just thought that I’d be told to keep it shaved.”

“Oh no this is much better, it’s smoother and lasts much longer, you’ll see.”

Grace put on a thin jacket, checked that her telephone was in her bag and they left. They took a taxi to the parlour, which was located in an area which Kate had never been to before. During the trip they chatted about general things and although Grace maintained an air of authority, helped no doubt by the dark business suit and white blouse, she was relaxed and put Kate at ease.

The parlour was impressive, very impressive in fact, certainly not your cheap, backstreet establishment. The friendly receptionist welcomed them warmly and from their conversation, Kate judged Grace to be a regular and respected customer.

“Is it the usual Miss Edwards?” she enquired, looking at her appointment sheet.

“That’s right.”

If you’d like to go straight through, Mary will see to you right away.”

“Thank you, after you Catherine,” she said, stepping aside to let Kate pass.

The treatment room had all the trappings of a doctor’s surgery: the desk and chair, the tall screen and plastic topped bed, covered with a fresh roll of paper towelling. The girl behind the desk rose and introduced herself as Mary before inviting Kate to go behind the screen, undress completely and put on the disposable robe. It struck Kate as odd; the first time she’d been invited to undress in private since being with the group. As she emerged from behind the screen she noticed that grace had taken a seat in the chair next to the desk, facing the bed. She should have known there was going to be no privacy.

“OK let’s get started. If you’d like to lie on your back draw your feet up and open your knees please.” Kate complied opening herself to the girl who used her eyes and fingers to study the extent of the task. Kate found it quite thrilling to be touched so intimately and wondered if this was normal practice or reserved for Oakham customers.

“The whole lot?” She asked. Before Kate could even think of a reply, it came from Grace.

“Yes, completely.” Kate lay back accepting the answer. After all it was no longer her body.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s my job, I do this all day.” She smiled, trying to ease Kate’s anxiety.

Mary spread the hot wax on one side of Kate’s triangle of hair which made her jump.

“It feels quite hot but don’t worry it won’t burn, It cools quickly.”

“Oh it’s OK, I just wasn’t expecting it that’s all.”

Actually it felt good. Mary then pushed a cloth strip onto the wax and waited for it to set around the hair.

“Ready?” Kate nodded and shut her eyes in anticipation of the pain she knew would follow. Mary ripped off the paper and Kate stifled a shriek even though the pain wasn’t nearly as great as she’d anticipated. The process was repeated, wax, cloth and rip. Even the area on the side of her lips wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, and soon the front was free of hair.

“OK we need to do the back now. If you could kneel over, spread them far apart and put your forehead onto the bed. Kate wasn’t expecting that and as she turned she saw grace sitting impassively, watching the proceedings. Once in position she realised how open and exposed she felt with the two women observing her most private areas.

“It would help if you could reach round and hold yourself open for me.” Kate did as requested, again wondering if it was strictly necessary or meant to humiliate her further. She felt the flat wooden stick spreading the hot wax around her tender opening, then the cloth and the quick pull which ripped out the small hairs. Mary was thorough in her work, checking for stray hairs and repeating an area if there was any trace of hair. Finally she was satisfied and applied a squirt of cold body lotion which she rubbed into the entire area, removed any excess with a small cloth and finished with a light coating of baby powder. The last task seemed very drawn out and thorough, not that Kate minded, she just hoped that her arousal wasn’t too obvious.

“That’s it. All done.” Mary announced. “You can get dressed now. Well done.”

Kate returned to the other side of the screen to dress. As soon as she was out of sight of the two women she immediately passed her hand between her legs–it felt good, so smooth and soft. She could see why it was preferred that slaves were kept hairless. She also noted how much it enhanced the view of the ever popular protruding lips.

As she felt down the back, between her buttocks, she remembered the marks left from The Colonels recent strapping and still visible across the whole area. Mary had made no mention of it, perhaps she was she used to seeing women in that condition, or too professional to let her aversion show. Kate was unconcerned either way.

Before they left, the receptionist gave Kate an appointment card and instructed when to be back for further treatment in order to keep the area in its present condition. She noticed that the card was headed with her number-73. No name was used.

“How does it feel?” Grace asked, as they walked away from the parlour.

“It’s very nice actually, very nice indeed.”

“We’re not due at the shop just yet so we have plenty of time if you fancy the walk.”

“That’s fine with me, yes. What shop?”

“Clothes,” was the single word reply.

The sign above the shop window read simply, ‘Jane’s’. They entered, to be greeted by a plump middle aged lady dressed in a knee length black skirt, white blouse and black opaque stockings.

“Good afternoon Miss Edwards, nice to see you again, so soon. We were expecting you.” Classical music played in the background of the well-appointed, traditional lingerie shop. The wooden counter with its thick glass top supported a till with keys like an old typewriter. They were taken through to a back room which looked like a large private dressing room. The assistant closed the door behind them. High back wooden chairs were placed at strategic points around the room. The far wall supported a huge mirror. Grace took a seat, leaving Kate standing, and unsure of what to do.

“Would you like a tea Miss Edwards?”

“Why yes, that would be very nice thank you.” None was offered to Kate. The lady opened the door and called to another assistant.

“Carol would you bring Miss Edwards some tea please.”

“So this is another new one is it?” the lady said, referring to her clipboard, “seventy three.”

“Yes that’s right,” Grace confirmed.

“Right, undress then, completely.” Without hesitating Kate quickly placed her clothes on one of the chairs and stood naked before them.

“Stand in the centre please.” Once in position the woman circled Kate studying her body. “Nice body, very nice indeed.” She reached up and squeezed Kate’s left breast. “Not big but very nice breasts too, they’ve found a good one here, Miss Edwards.”

The door opened and a young girl entered carrying a tea tray which she placed on the side table next to Grace.

“Thank you Carol, I’ll pour myself in a moment.” The girl showed no sign of leaving the room, adding to Kate’s embarrassment.

“She belongs to the group, so we’ll need a complete set of measurements.” Grace said.

“Carol, fetch the tape measure and bring the clipboard please.”

For the next 15 minutes Kate was subjected to the most thorough review of her body. Every measurement was taken, some of which seemed to have no relevance. The usual waist, height, chest etc. were soon completed then the detailed dimensions followed. The position of the nipple on her breasts, wrist sizes, the diameter at various points along the length of her legs, neck size, arm length and so on. By the time they’d finished Kate assumed there would be enough information for a good sculptor to produce a fairly accurate replica of her entire body. There was no indication of how the data would be put to use.

When the measurement taking had been completed the chubby lady addressed Kate.

“You’re here for us to show you how to dress to please the people who own you. From now on you’ll have to conform to certain rules regarding what you wear and when you wear it. By the look of your backside you’re aware of the consequences of ignoring the rules.” Kate blushed at her words. “You need to dress in such a way that you retain some level of modesty but which will also please the men who’ll be using you. Dressing a whore modestly is a difficult task but, fortunately for you we’ve had a lot of experience of it. Any clothing you need in order to carry out your duties will be provided by us. You can call in here or items can be delivered to you and will be placed on your account. If you choose an item from another outlet, use the credit card that Miss Edwards will give you.”

Kate thought it was a dream come true, choosing your clothes from a high class outlet and putting them on an account you don’t have to pay for, wow, she couldn’t wait to tell Helen.

The chubby lady continued with the rules Kate was to follow regarding her dress code.

“Although you’re forbidden to wear panties, some men prefer a woman in a G-string which is acceptable. If you’ve had no instructions make your own mind up as to which would be best for each situation. Trousers are totally forbidden unless for a particular purpose such as jogging suits when running. With your skirts and dresses, stockings with a suspender belt or hold-ups should be your first choice but tights are also acceptable if the top clothing makes stockings a problem.

Kate looked forward to following the instructions. She felt good when she made that extra effort to look her best and had sometimes thought she didn’t do it often enough.

“Carol, would you bring a selection of lingerie in her size please, we might as well start now.” The assistant took the clipboard for reference and went into the shop.

“I think we’ll treat her to a corset while we’re here,” Grace decided, “Colonel Mason has a predilection for them.”

“Do you have a particular style in mind?”

“Yes, I rather like that new range you had in for the spring.”

“An excellent choice, I’ll get one, any preference with colour?”

“Not sure, let’s try white first, and see.”

The woman returned with the corset and helped Kate put it on. The high arches left the buttocks and lower stomach completely exposed while two of the six suspender straps framed and highlighted her pubic area. The platform top gave support beneath her breasts but left the nipples exposed.

“This model has the hooks and eyes rather than the laces so she’ll be able to dress herself without a problem.”

“Yes, good thinking,” Grace said, nodding her approval.

Carol returned with the selection of goods from the shop and handed the basket to the woman.

“Thank you Carol.” Turning to Kate the woman explained the contents which had been chosen for her.

“Here’s a selection of hosiery to keep you going for a while, in various colours and styles. The bras are transparent, as you can see, but with no seams to leave lines beneath clothing.” Turning to Grace she proudly stated: “We have them made especially for us–very good quality, adequate support but nothing hidden, ideal.”

“Here put this G-string on, it matches the corset.” Kate obliged, stepping into the tiny white garment immediately made her feel sexy. The triangle of fabric barely covered her smooth mound, but it was the sensation between her buttocks which had the most effect on her, the freshly waxed area seemed far more sensitive to the pressure of the string.

“Put these on too.” The woman instructed, handing her a pair of silky, tan stockings, fresh from the packet. They felt wonderful as Kate eased them up her legs before clipping the six straps into place, the dark bands at the top contrasting wonderfully with her creamy thighs. Stepping back into her heels Kate saw the result in the large mirror, and she was impressed. Wait till Richard gets a look at this, she thought. She knew that stockings were not as practical as tights but that slight bulge of the clips, just showing beneath a skirt or dress would always draw the eyes of a man. And look at the corset, which she thought enhanced her body perfectly, constricting her waist, framing her mound and supporting her breasts, leaving her nipples just teasingly visible. Sensual yet restrained, Kate thought, pleased with the result.

“Is there anything else we can help you with today?” The woman asked Grace.

“No, I don’t think so thank you, you’ve already done a marvellous job, as usual.” Turning to Kate she said, “you can get dressed, and keep those things on.”

Kate pulled her blouse on and buttoned it up. Her exposed nipples rubbed against the fabric and the stiff corset showed through. The skirt, coming just above her knee, left nothing of the stocking tops or suspender straps visible, but did indeed show the slight bulge. Finally the jacket, and once buttoned became the saviour of her modesty, covering her blouse, corset and nipples. On checking herself in the mirror, what she saw on the outside was not a lot different from when she arrived. The biggest difference was on the inside–how she felt.

As they prepared to leave the shop, the assistant confirmed that Kate knew how to order items for delivery and invited her to visit whenever she was in the area. When asked to sign for the items she was taking away–in a neat package prepared by Carol–Kate once again noticed the heading-Seventy Three. The more she saw herself referred to as a number the more appropriate it seemed, and the more she liked it. It made her feel anonymous, dehumanised, just a body, and that was what she was becoming, a nameless body being prepared for the use and pleasure of others. She found the thought highly stimulating.

“Well that’s all we have to do today.” Grace announced once they were out in the street.

“You’ll have to sort out your wardrobe now and make sure you’re only wearing approved clothing. The sanctions for not conforming to the dress code are severe.”

“I’ll sort things out, thanks.”

They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Kate noticed herself walking with a more upright posture, unsure if it was the effect of the corset or the new-found pride in her status.

Over the next two days, Kate did indeed sort through her wardrobe, packing away all the trousers, panties and other items which were forbidden. They were replaced with the items given to her at the shop. She started dressing how she thought men would want her to dress and not in what was most comfortable, fashionable or what her friends would admire, and she felt good. In the past, whenever she went out to a formal do or a romantic evening with Richard she enjoyed getting ready, she wanted to look attractive and sexy. So why not dress like that in the daytime? From then on, she intended to choose outfits and combinations which would please men in general, on the tube, in the street and at the gallery. Men loved to see a pretty woman in sexy clothing, wasn’t it her duty to oblige them and brighten their day?

Kate adhered to the Oakham dress code, wearing her new clothing on a daily basis. She took great pleasure each morning in choosing what she would wear, in particular the lingerie. The transparent bras she’d been given had not proved to be a problem as they were always covered by her outer clothing, but the knowledge that she was wearing then thrilled her. Stockings and suspenders were her fist choice of hosiery and proved to be practical as well as attractive to the eye. Noticing the appreciative looks she was getting made her proud of her body, and for the first time in her life she was happy to show herself off in a provocative manner, often choosing tighter fitting clothes to enhance the effect. Of course it wasn’t long before Helen noticed the change in her attire and made comment.

“You’re looking very smart lately, what’s brought this on?” she asked one morning.

“I just think we women should make the most of ourselves while we’re still able. Besides it makes me feel good, more feminine.”

“You always look feminine whatever you’re wearing. Whenever we go out you’re the one who attracts the roaming eyes, not me.”

“That’s not true, you have a great body, it’s just not that apparent to people.”

“You mean men, I assume?”

“I mean both men and women. I’m sure some of the looks from women must be of appreciation.”

“Well, whatever, you certainly look good for it. I like the hair and make-up too, very stylish. You have a glow about you lately.”

Only a week later Helen arrived at the gallery one morning in a skirt and jacket–very unusual for her. Unsure of whether to mention it or not Kate was hesitant, however Helen had a look of unease about her, almost waiting for a comment so Kate decided to placate her.

“You’re looking good today Helen, It’s been a long time since I saw you in a skirt, you look very smart.”

“Thanks, I wondered if you were ever going to mention it. I just started to feel dowdy compared to you. You always look so elegant and classy leaving me looking like the poor relation so I decided to do something about it, and I’m glad I did.”

“I should think you are. You look great.”

“It’s certainly pleasant having admiring glances, good for the self-esteem.”

Kate was impressed with the new Helen and pondered the extent of the transformation.

21

Returning from his trip early on Friday afternoon, Richard decided not to go into work. Instead he took a trip into the city to meet Kate at the gallery. He hadn’t seen Helen for a while and enjoyed catching up with her news and the latest gossip. He liked Helen and thought she was good for Kate, a ‘stabilising figure’ he called her. Kate didn’t quite understand his meaning but never bothered to question it. After a whispered prompt from Kate he complimented Helen, saying how lovely she was looking.

They locked up the gallery and said their goodbyes to Helen. After strolling around the area for a while they stopped for a drink and snack before heading home. They soon made their way to the bedroom, desperate to catch up with some overdue sex. All week Kate had looked forward to performing the slow strip of her sexy lingerie before finally revealing her bald mound. The effort wasn’t wasted, he showed great enthusiasm for the new look and spent quite some time admiring her, stroking with his hands and caressing with his tongue. Unable to resist any longer he pushed her back onto the bed and took advantage of the unobstructed access, glorying in the smoothness beneath him.

Saturday, as always, was housekeeping day. Shopping took priority and of course included a trip to the dreaded supermarket. Richard found it lot more tolerable though as Kate used the time to relay the story of her afternoon with Grace. She told him about the shop and beauty parlour, informing him of the new rules for her dress code.

Sunday passed much as any other, they stayed in bed until late and caught up with more of the sex they had missed while he was away on his trip. They decided to cook a traditional Sunday dinner and spent an enjoyable morning sharing the preparation, chatting and relaxing. It took most of the afternoon to sleep off the gorged feeling of having eaten too much but by early evening, they were both suitably rested.

“It’s a beautiful evening,” Richard said, “why don’t we take a trip down to the river, have a stroll and stop for a drink?”

“Good idea, I’ll put a bit of make-up on and make myself presentable.”

“You already look beautiful, so don’t be long.” Just as she was leaving the room, Richard added. “And you’ll need your coat, don’t forget.”

“It’s quite warm,” she called back, “I’ll be OK without a coat.”

“Well, it’s up to you of course but that’ll only leave the stockings and shoes, which could be quite embarrassing for you.” He studied her face, waiting for the reaction.

After letting the information sink in, she replied. “I see, I’ll get ready then.”

Ten minutes later she reappeared, dressed in her black, knee length raincoat dark tan stockings and black heels. Holding the coat open to demonstrate her compliance with the instructions, she gave a grin before saying,

“I thought you might want to check.”

“There’s no need for that darling, I trust you.” He kissed the top of her head. “Come on then let’s get going.”

They drove as far as they could while still being able to leave the car in a side road. The short walk down to the river only took a few minutes, but enough to unsettle Kate. Even though the coat buttons were done up she still felt very exposed, assuming that passers-by would somehow be able to tell. Richard too felt a jolt of excitement knowing that she was naked beneath the coat.

As they strolled along, Kate wondered if it was Richard’s plan or a suggestion from Weston. Either way she didn’t really care; she couldn’t deny how much of a turn on it was. The fabric of the coat brushed against her body, in places she wouldn’t normally notice. The cool breeze swirled up between her legs, and she felt the stockings gently rubbing as she walked. Richard placed an arm around her back, holding her closely as they walked.

It was still early in the evening and there were numerous strollers just like themselves, young couples hand in hand, elderly couples supporting each other, joggers with earphones and the odd skate boarder. Ordinary people going about their lives, not like Kate, she was on edge waiting to see how her evening was going to develop.

“Fancy stopping here for a drink?” Richard suggested.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” The bar had small round outdoor tables with metal chairs, all very French looking. They ordered their drinks and relaxed into the evening.

While waiting for their order to arrive Kate became reflective, evaluating her journey so far, and wondering what lay ahead. A month earlier she would have considered sitting there, naked under her coat to be daring. So much had happened to her since then that her present situation seemed tame in comparison and she wanted more, much more and if Richard’s desires were evolving at such a rapid rate she knew that more would be on the way, and soon.

As they sat at the table Kate felt his hand creep inside her coat before resting on her thigh. She offered no resistance and even opened her legs a little. Despite her lack of clothing she felt hot and a small trickle of perspiration ran down her side. His hand slid up and came to rest on her smooth mound, a finger grazing her lips. Her breathing quickened as her excitement increased. She attempted to push against him, to increase her pleasure, but the hand was suddenly withdrawn.

“Don’t be dirty,” he teased, smiling. “Are you ready to walk some more?”

Kate rose and they continue their walk along the river. Soon they reached a bridge which created a quiet spot, providing a little privacy. Richard leaned on the railings and pulled her close, kissing her passionately. Slowly he unbuttoned the coat and put his arms inside, feeling her soft, warm flesh. She pushed against him, more to feel the hardness of his arousal than to preserve her modesty. His hands moved down and passed over her pert buttocks, down between her legs and along the smooth opening, probing and rubbing until she moaned and trembled. He smiled and waited until her breathing had returned to normal.

Turning her around, he trapped her between himself and the railings, while pushing his erection into her back. Slowly he unbuttoned the coat. Confident that nobody along the walkway could see, he opened it. Holding her arms behind her, he exposed her body to the appreciative eyes of the passengers on a passing pleasure boat. She made no attempt to cover herself, accepting of his will.

“I’m going to show you off a lot more you know, show other men how beautiful you are and how obedient you are. I’ll let them see what I have and they don’t. But even better, I’ll make you show yourself off, just for the humiliation of it. Would you like that?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she said, “you know that.”

22

When she arrived home on Wednesday evening Kate found the package which had been left in the porch. There was no delivery note, nothing to be signed. She knew where it came from, the label told her, ‘Jane’s’ the lingerie shop. Not expecting anything, but feeling the excitement of a child at Christmas, she was about to rip open the package when a second look at the label stopped her–it was addressed to Richard. Why he was getting a package from the shop she had no idea, but her curiosity was working overtime.

An hour later when he finally arrived home, she dashed out to the hall to meet him.

“Why have you been sent a package from Jane’s lingerie shop?” she asked, with too much impatience.

“Hello darling,” he replied, in a sarcastic manner, “did you have a good day at work? Lovely to have you home, oh and by the way, a package arrived for you today.”

“I’m sorry darling. How was your day? And of course it’s lovely to see you.” She gave him a kiss. “And why have you got a packet from Jane’s?”

“So it’s arrived, good. That means we can go out later.”

“What’s in it then?” she asked slowly, her suspicions rising.

“Well after hearing the rules of your new dress code I thought I’d treat you to some new clothes, you know, to give your new wardrobe a boost.” Kate was unsure how to respond. If it was an elegant new dress for evening wear why didn’t they go out and choose it together?

“Are you going to show me then?”

“Oh no, not now, that would spoil the surprise, no we’ll have supper first then go out later.”

And so at 9.30 Kate had showered and was about to open the package Richard had given her. ‘It’s a complete outfit’ he’d said ‘and make sure your make-up’s appropriate.’ Then he left her to it and went back downstairs.

Kate put on the skimpy black bra. It wasn’t one of the transparent ones given to her in the shop but a lacy one with very low cut cups, only just covering her nipples. The matching suspender belt held up the stockings, which were extra sheer, seamed and according to the packet ‘chocolate’ in colour. Even new shoes were included, plain, black high heeled shoes, very high. The short sleeved dress was in white cotton with a buttoned front opening, and only long enough to reach just below the stocking tops.

When she’d finished dressing Kate stood in front of the full length mirror observing the result. The dress was not transparent as such, but the black underwear could be seen clearly through the material. Also, she realised, the lack of black showing through revealed the fact that she wore no panties. The bulges of the bra, suspender belt and stocking tops clearly showed through the tight fitting fabric; she looked like a whore, and she felt like a whore.

She decided to play him at his own game, if he wanted whore, that’s what he’d get. She applied make-up far more heavily than she’d normally wear, finishing off with the bright red lipstick supplied in the ‘whore kit’. She didn’t mind going overboard and went with the flow, convinced that he was trying to worry her about having to go out when in reality they’d have an evening’s fun playing whore and pimp.

As she entered the lounge Richard put down his drink and stood to admire her.

“Wow you look great,” he enthused, “turn around let’s see the seams,” she slowly turned, “oh yes, very sluttish–lovely. Right, we’d best be off.”

“Richard, you’re not scaring me, I know you wouldn’t make me go out like this, I look like a tart.”

“You do indeed, that’s the whole point. Come on, get your bag, you don’t need a coat.” That scared her–he was serious.

“Richard, I can’t go out like this,” she pleaded, “what if somebody sees me?”

“As I said, that’s the whole point, come on.”

“Richard, I am not going out in public dressed like this.”

He knew it would happen, that at some time they’d reach a point of conflict. He remembered back to the time they lay in bed and she had begged him to make her go through with things she didn’t want to do. Well, that time had arrived. It felt wrong having to talk to her in such a manner–to play the uncaring aggressor–but he’d given her his word and he would stick to it.

“That band on your wrist,” he said sternly, “says that you can, and that you will. Pick up your bag and go to the car.” His tone was forceful and resolute. She collected her bag and went out to the car.

“Where are we going?” she asked, as he held the door open for her.

“I thought it would be fun to take a little drive, would you like that?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Put your seat belt on.” Before he closed the door he told her to put her hands behind the seat and then fixed them together with a pair of handcuffs. The nerves and excitement caused her heart to pound. He started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, slowly working his way down the front, looking into her eyes as he undid each one. When they were all free he pulled the two sides of the dress apart, exposing her to the cool air.

“It would be a shame not to complete the effect now wouldn’t it?” She didn’t attempt to answer the rhetorical question. He pulled down the bra cups to expose her breasts. There was nothing she could do to stop him; her bound wrists stopped her from covering herself or from reaching the seatbelt clip to get out of the seat and she didn’t even know whether she wanted to stop him. Her modesty was of secondary importance, he was only putting into practice what she had asked for. The whole slave thing was her idea and she got him to go along with it, he didn’t force her. She had to face whatever that meant in practice.

Richard backed the car out of the driveway and set off. Kate was grateful that there were few people around and little traffic to make them slow down. She blushed as she looked down at what people would see if they had the chance, her naked breasts and smooth, naked mound. Without taking his eyes from the road, Richard reached across and started to stroke between her legs. She pushed herself forward to ease his task.

“Don’t be dirty, somebody might see you,” he said, telling her off, she smiled at him.

They made their way out of the neighbourhood and turned onto the A1 heading north. As they reached busy areas they had to slow down. Amber light from the street lamps flooded into the car making her body appear to glow. Then it was the horror she had been dreading, the lights ahead turned to red. As the car slowed to a halt Kate wondered if anybody would catch sight of her sitting there naked. Should another car pull alongside them there would be no escape.

Richard reached over to casually play with her nipple and smiled. She looked across into his lap; yes he was certainly enjoying himself, and she was proud and pleased to be the instrument through which he gained that pleasure.

The lights changed and he pulled away, she had been saved. Was she disappointed? Did she want to be seen? She had enjoyed being exposed along the river on Sunday, but they were more distant onlookers, not just a few feet away.

They continued their journey for another fifteen minutes until they reached the motorway. Rather than join the main carriageway they went straight over and pulled into the car park of the service station.

“Here we are,” he said as he undid the handcuffs, “you’d better do your dress up.”

“Are we going in?” she asked, her voice high pitched with shock.

“Of course, there must be lots of whores in these places at night.”

As they walked toward the entrance, Kate gripped his arm, still not quite believing that he would want her seen like that. She constantly checked the hem of the dress, trying to ensure that it covered the stocking tops and wasn’t riding up. She could feel the dampness between her legs, and looked at him, the half-smile told her that he knew.

The walk to a free table seemed to take forever. Richard kept a firm grip on her arm, not the casual interlinking she was used to. Several pairs of eyes looked her way following her progress. Elbows nudged companions, followed by nods in her direction, then more eyes became witness to her shameful behaviour.

“I’ll go and get us a couple of coffees you grab that table over there.” He strode off to the counter leaving Kate to manoeuvre herself onto the bench seat as carefully as possible, trying to prevent the short dress from exposing any more flesh. The benches and tables were fixed to the floor so she bent her knees and slid onto the seat from the side.

While waiting at the counter Richard observed the scene before him. A pair of what looked like lorry drivers openly stared, the father of a family pretended not to look, a group of teenagers discussed her and two businessmen calmly admired her. Returning with the drinks he sat opposite Kate so as not to block the view for the audience. They sat and made small talk as though it were a normal visit for refreshment.

“Well, you’ve certainly made an impression here, haven’t you?” he said.

“Have you enjoyed showing me off?”

“Oh yes, it’s been wonderful, but that was only to get their attention, now it’s your turn.”

“What do you mean, my turn?”

“I told you on Sunday, that you’d have to expose yourself, not have me do it for you. This will be much more humiliating for you.”

“What do I have to do?” she asked. A slight tremor in her voice revealing her nerves.

“I watched you sit down–very impressive–hardly showed a stocking top. There are two business gents by the window who haven’t taken their eyes off you since we got here.” Kate glanced around casually and saw them, their table facing her, giving them a clear view of her from the side.

“Yes, I can see them.”

“I’m going to go to the toilet over there, when you see me come out, I want you to come over and join me.” Kate didn’t see any difficulty with his request until he continued. “You’re to expose yourself to those two men, give them a long open view.”

“What?” Richard stood up and walked to the toilets. Kate knew she only had a very short while to plan how she would accomplish her task and satisfy his request.

All too soon she saw him reappear, to stand by the door waiting and watching. Blushing heavily she began carrying out the order. Rather than leave the bench in the same dignified manner as she’d sat down, she lifted her leg over the bench, forcing her dress so high that her stocking tops, bald mound and damp, open sex were exposed. A long view he said so she took the time to slowly look around the room before casually lifting her other leg over the bench, standing and pulling her dress down. Picking up the tray, she walked over to the waste bin. She noticed the look of astonishment on the faces of the businessmen. After binning the cups she joined a smiling Richard.

“You were great, so dirty. I know what the topic of conversation will be in that office tomorrow.”

They returned to the car giggling like two school children who’d carried out a dare.

“Did you see their faces?” he asked.

“Yes, and I’m sure the table lifted at one point, they must have been as hard as you are now, come on.” Kate travelled back with her dress closed and pulled down. Was she just a little bit disappointed by that?

“Did you like me displaying myself to other men? Was it the thrill you thought it would be?”

“Yes, crazy as it sounds I was so proud of you. Doing that in public, flashing yourself to those men, and the bit where you stopped and looked around; that was priceless. You were such a slut.”

“I think the bit that turned me on the most,” Kate said, “was in the car on the way there, when I was bound and couldn’t do anything about it.” She went thoughtful for a few moments before asking Richard a question.

“What would you have done if you’d come out from the toilets and those men were sitting by me, chatting me up, thinking I really was an available whore? Would you save me?”

“Would you want me to?”

“This is my guilt free thing, I only have to do as I’m told, whatever it is, not think about it.”

“I think you’d like to have been chatted up.”

“Do you? And I think you’d have let them, I think you liked seeing me being a whore. Would you have liked to watch them have me?”

“It’ll be fun seeing you being used, yes, when we’re ready for it.”

23

The day after the experience at the motorway service station Kate received an order to see Colonel Mason for her scheduled training session. Due to the earlier time of 3pm and work commitments Richard was unable to accompany her. She wondered what the session would entail; The Colonel had said she should be accompanied for punishment sessions. It had been just over two weeks since the beating with the strap and, for the first time in a long while, her body was free of marks. Was she of sound mind to feel incomplete without them?

On arrival she once again entered the room where Janet prepared her. She still couldn’t get used to the ritual of readying by the woman who despised her lack of judgement in consenting to such treatment.

The cuffs were strapped in place on her ankles and wrists, followed by the stiff, boned corset. She always felt that the neck collar and shoes completed the transformation from Kate the city woman to Seventy Three, the slave.

The short walk following Janet down the passageway, naked and head bowed, altered her demeanour putting her into submissive mode, to become the willing slave for The Colonels use.

“Ah here she is. Thank you Janet, I take it she was as co-operative as ever?”

“Yes Colonel, but she’ll realise one day and come to her senses.”

“Janet, when will you ever give up your quest and accept that there are women in the world who need this, delight in it even and are happy to be in service to men?” Janet made no reply but shook her head in disbelief.

“Anyway, this one has gone one stage further in her corruption,” he said, turning to Kate, “haven’t you?” The confused look on her face revealed her lack of ability to follow his meaning.

She could only reply, “Sir?”

“I’ve been informed that you were out last night acting like a whore and exposing yourself to strangers in a public place. Is that correct?” It made the deed sound far seedier than the exciting episode her and Richard had shared.

“Yes Sir, I was.”

“There you are Janet, straight from the horses’ mouth. Guilty as charged. Over the bar with her please.” Kate knew the routine well and positioned herself ready to be secured, which Janet seemed to do with even more bitterness than normal.

“Have you been following your anal training with the plugs?”

“Yes Sir, every day.”

“And did you clean yourself before coming today?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, let’s see if you’re ready then, shall we? Janet.” His nod was sufficient instruction to Janet who covered her fingers with lotion.

“She’s opened well,” she informed The Colonel as her fingers slid in and out of Kate’s rectum.

“Let me see.” He came over and scrutinised her opening. “Yes, it looks a little red but the plugs seem to have done the trick. I think we’ll give it a go.” Janet left the room, leaving Kate nervous, with a feeling of unease.

Hearing the door open she looked round to see Janet return, accompanied by the young man from Weston’s office–Eric–dressed in only his bathrobe. A look of horror spread across her face as she realised the implication.

“If you think it’s acceptable to behave like a whore, we thought it was about time you were treated like one, so Eric has joined us today to enable you to experience being used, forcefully in your newly stretched hole. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as you enjoyed exposing your other hole to those two gentlemen.”

With her head lowered once again she made sure they were unable to see her fear.

“Most men prefer to use the slaves in this way as it adds to their degradation, so you might as well get used to it. Eric, if you please.”

Eric moved to stand in front of Kate, opened his bathrobe and let it drop to the floor. He was obviously looking forward to this and ready to carry out the task.

“The people who use you won’t be concerned by your discomfort and certainly won’t be carrying any lubricant, so if you can do the job with your mouth the easier you’ll make it for yourself. You may start.”

What he told her made sense and, as she wanted to do everything possible to lessen the expected pain, she took him into her mouth. Working enthusiastically she spread as much saliva as possible along his length, hoping it would be enough. After a minute or two Eric withdrew and moved behind her. She felt him probing at her rear opening.

“Relax.” The Colonel told her. “Just relax, push down with your muscles and you’ll find it just slips in.”

She tried. The sensation was the same as she’d felt before when inserting the plugs, the difference here was that Eric was larger. As he continued to push, her muscle ring suddenly relaxed and she felt the head enter her. Her eyes widened as she felt him slowly push forward until his whole length was inside her. After a short pause he slowly drew back until just the head remained before pushing forward once more. The rhythm continued and the pace quickened. Kate tried to resist feeling any pleasure from the indignity but the prolonged pushing and pulling against her tight passage took its toll and she soon found herself moaning. After what seemed like an exorbitant amount of time he held one of the forward strokes, staying in her as she felt him spurt into her abused passage.

“Leave it at that Eric.” The Colonel ordered. Eric immediately withdrew, pulling the still erect head back through the tight ring of muscle causing her body to stiffen with pain. Kate hoped that her ordeal was at an end.

“Thank you Eric, that will be all for now.” The Colonel said, dismissing him.

Janet released the straps and Kate stood. The heat coming from her tortured hole was unbelievable. She thought she must be split and injured, or it wouldn’t hurt so much. No amount of kneading her buttocks eased the discomfort.

“That’s what whore’s experience Catherine, I hope you’ve found it educational. Don’t worry, you’re all intact and not torn. The discomfort will pass much sooner than the humiliation. It’ll get easier when you’re used more regularly. For now though, keep using the plugs or you’ll return to the smaller size quite quickly. You may show her out now Janet.”

And that was it, Kate was shown out, sent on her way, just like a used whore who’d satisfied her customer and was no longer required. She dressed and left the house in a taxi ordered by Janet. As she walked, she felt the warm sperm sliding down her legs as it seeped from her abused rear. Sitting in the taxi she felt it on her skirt. It had started to dry and go tacky by the time she reached home. She knew what they were doing; they were reminding her that she was there for their pleasure not for her own. She’d enjoyed acting the whore the night before, so she needed to be reminded of her place as a slave, there to serve, not for self-gratification.

24

“So who’s going tonight then?” Richard asked as they were getting ready.

“Just us two, Helen, Melissa and her boyfriend, it’s only for a couple of quick drinks because Melissa’s going away for her birthday at the weekend, so we won’t see her.”

“How old is she this time?”

“Twenty seven, do you think she looks younger?”

“Yes, I do actually; I’d have put her at no more than twenty two or three.”

“Most people think she’s younger than she is, she’ll love that when she’s older. What shall I wear? Do you think a dress or skirt? Before, I’d have just stuck my jeans and a top on but it takes a lot more thought now.”

“Go for your blue suit and that very thin white blouse, I like that one.” The questioning look which spread across Kate’s face made him add; “Don’t worry you’ll have your jacket on. And put your light stockings on to match, it’ll let everyone know that you’re virtuous and innocent.” His false smile gave away his lack of sincerity.

“That’s very funny.”

Living quite close, the friends met frequently for social occasions, more often than not it was just the women, but Richard knew them all quite well and liked them a lot, they were good company and fun to be with. Meeting at a local cocktail bar meant that they were all able to walk there with no drinking and driving problems.

They were last to arrive, as was often the case with Kate taking longer to get ready than had been the case previously. The group were already seated at a large, low, round table in one of the alcoves. Richard was introduced to Martin, the new boyfriend of Melissa, now in his third week; a long term relationship for Melissa. Kate had met him a couple of times previously when they had called into the gallery. She thought that he seemed very nice, well-spoken and knowledgeable. He was the archetypal city worker: banking or some sort of finance job which Kate didn’t quite understand. After much deliberation over the extensive list of cocktails the first round of drinks were ordered by Martin. The evening’s discussion followed the usual pattern of catching up with gossip, moaning about London’s transport system and their latest clothing purchases.

As was usual after a few drinks, Melissa’s tongue began to get a lot looser.

“Kate, it’s been a while since I asked, how’s the other thing going?”

“Melissa, now’s not the time,” Helen said in a hushed tone, as she slyly gestured toward Martin. The two men were talking on another topic.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” Melissa whispered, but Richard overheard their exchange.

“That’s alright Melissa, Kate has nothing to hide, do you darling.”

“I suppose not, no.” Kate answered slowly, as her brain ran through the possible consequences of Richard’s statement.

Martin looked from one to the other trying to work out the meaning of the conversation.

“Sorry Martin, it’s very rude to engage in conversation which makes you feel like an outsider,” Richard apologised, “Melissa is more than curious about Kate’s rather unusual pursuits.”

“Oh yes, what are those then?” He asked, with a genuine interest. Kate was more than apprehensive about the content of the conversation, hoping that Richard would end it quickly.

“Kate likes to be told what to do.” Martin looked a little disappointed.

“Oh, is that all,” he said. “I had a girlfriend like that once, couldn’t decide what to eat in a restaurant, what clothes to buy, the lot. You have my sympathy Richard,” he laughed. Kate felt relieved that he was contented that his assumptions were correct, but Richard saw further opportunity to embarrass her.

“No, you don’t understand, Martin. Kate has to do as she’s told whatever it is. She gets a kick out of obeying orders from other people. Don’t you Kate.” Kate’s face flushed.

“Yes, I do.” The ensuing pause seemed like an age to Kate.

“She chooses to behave like that, nobody’s forcing her to do it. Helen and Melissa here know, it’s not a secret and it’s nothing for her to be ashamed about, just the opposite in fact.”

“I don’t get it,” Martin said, “she has to do anything she’s told, like a dare thing?”

“Sort of, but a little more than that, you see it’s more of a sexual thing. She’s sexually submissive, likes to be told to do things, and made to do things that are humiliating for her. It gets her hot.” Richard was wondering if pushing this was going to backfire on him as Martin seemed to be so naive they were going to have to spell it out for him. That’s private education for you, he thought.

“That’s right Martin, Kate told us about it a while ago,” Melissa helped to explain, “she’s so brave.”

“Oh god, here we go.” Helen chipped in, rolling her eyes.

“I’m pleased to see that Melissa’s been discrete Martin, something which seems to have fallen by the wayside these days, thank you Melissa. But it’s not something to be hidden away. It’s what we’ve chosen to do and it’s not as uncommon as you’d think. Look around this room, I bet there are what, sixty people here. Now, they reckon one in ten people are into, or interested in, dominance and submission in one form or another, so that would mean six of these people were participants. Who would you think Martin? Might it be the young couple over there by the window? Or perhaps it’s the woman at the bar on her own? You can’t tell can you? That’s the point, it’s everyday people like Kate here, and why not. Why not get all the enjoyment you can from life?”

“You’re serious aren’t you?” Martin replied in amazement.

“Of course, Kate, tell Martin it’s true.” Kate felt more relaxed as Martin seemed to be so disbelieving of the situation it wouldn’t matter what she had to divulge.

“I have to do things, dirty things but I know that I’ll never be put in any real danger, because Richard loves me,” then she added, through threatening, gritted teeth, “so I trust him.”

“It doesn’t make her weak Martin,” Helen added, “far from it. Kate’s a very independent, strong woman who chooses to do this because she gets pleasure from it.”

Kate was once again pleased to hear Helen’s support in front of this stranger.

“Thank you Helen.” Kate smiled.

“I’m not totally innocent in these things, and I know people do it,” Martin said defensively, “I’m just doubting that people would be so open about it, that’s all.”

“Being open about it is part of the thrill Martin,” Richard said,. “It wouldn’t be humiliating for her if she only had to do things in front of me would it?”

Richard’s words sent a wave of alarm through Kate, she could tell that the drink had lowered his inhibitions, and that she’d have to pay. She hoped it wouldn’t be there in front of her friends.

“Who’s for another drink, then?” Richard asked. All were in favour.

“Are you all having the same as last time?” he asked, standing up. They all confirmed the order.

“I’ll help you carry them, Richard.”

“Oh thanks Martin, but there’s no need, Kate and I will manage. It’ll save you missing anything.”

“Kate, you look hot, why don’t you take your jacket off?” Kate realised that the question was an order. After a slight hesitation whilst looking into his eyes, she saw no hint of amusement at her discomfort which would have told her that he was joking–just teasing her. No, he was serious. With no other customers close by she hoped not to be seen.

She felt her body cover with goose bumps, not from outrage but from embarrassment. She knew the blouse was going to show the transparent bra and her dark nipples. She didn’t need reminding that she got off from ignoring the limits of normal behaviour and being made to shame herself. Slowly she unbuttoned the jacket, slipped it off and put it on the seat behind her. The blouse material was sheer enough to show her breasts and nipples but only upon close inspection. However, in the brightness of the bar area it could be a different matter. Helen, Melissa and Martin sat in silence, stunned, unable to believe that she would go to the bar dressed in that way.

“Let’s get those drinks then Kate.” She followed Richard to the bar.

“Richard you’re wicked, they don’t know what to do with themselves.”

“I know, but it doesn’t stop you getting wet does it?”

They had to wait to be served.

“Sit up on the stool while we wait.”

The short skirt made it impossible to cover her stocking tops and, trying to pull the skirt down to cover them proved to be unsuccessful.

Richard put his hand on her exposed thigh and moved along its length. Then it rested on her knee for a second before once again moving higher, this time beneath her skirt. He was sure he felt her legs part slightly. Her complicity pleased him. The fondling continued at the top of her stocking, just onto her bare flesh but no higher, he’d made his point and demonstrated her passive consent to the treatment she received. He withdrew his hand.

“Well done, I’m proud of you,” he told her, smiling.

Kate thought of her friends sitting there watching her treatment at the hands of her husband. What would they think of her? Would they be disgusted or fascinated? Before that night could they have imagined Kate–respectable, always in control Kate–to display herself like that in public.

Others in the bar could probably see the show; the respectable looking woman at the bar showing her stocking tops and a hint of her nipples. Kate found the thought arousing. She crossed her legs, making the skirt ride higher.

“Here’s the money for the drinks, I’ll wait for you at the table,” Richard told her before making his way back to the others, who were waiting, and watching.

“Beautiful isn’t she Martin?”

Martin just nodded without taking his eyes from the bar area.

“You’re being so cruel to her Richard.” Melissa scolded as he sat down. “She’s amazing, so confident; I’d have been cringing and so embarrassed.”

“So is she, but that doesn’t matter, she’s been told to do it and she will, those are the rules. There seems to be a few others interested in her little display as well,” Richard observed, as he glanced around the room.

Richard watched Helen as she absorbed the scene unfolding before her. He scrutinised her gaze, fixed on Kate as she waited at the bar and noticed the rapid breathing and the slight flush on her neck and face.

“You seem concerned for her Helen, don’t worry, she’s revelling in her shame.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Oh good, you seem ill at ease,” he smiled inwardly. “I’m sure you have more dignity than your disgraceful friend there, haven’t you?”

“I’m fine, and I don’t think she’s disgraceful.”

Once the drinks were ready and Kate had paid, she eased down from the stool giving her observers a brief glimpse of bare flesh above her stocking top. She then straightened her skirt, picked up the tray and made her way back to the table. She noticed the admiring looks she got from men glancing sideways, pretending not to look, and attempting to hold normal conversations with their partners. Her lewdness excited her.

Richard watched Helen staring at Kate as she made her way back to the table.

“You hadn’t realised what it’s like for her to actually do the things she’s told you about have you? Erotic isn’t it?” He could see from her reaction that there was confusion in her mind, an uncertainty she couldn’t figure out.

“I’m okay with it, but you should be ashamed. Making her do those things in front of us, it’s a wretched thing to do.”

“It’s fascinating though isn’t it, seeing the things people will do given the right circumstances. I bet you’re picturing somebody else being in Kate’s situation aren’t you, wondering what it would be like for them.”

“No, I’m not, I couldn’t behave like that.”

“I didn’t say you Helen, I said somebody else.” The renewed blushing confirmed her guilty thoughts. Perhaps that’s why she was wet.

25

Kate hoped that arriving alone at The Colonel’s house for her training session meant that she may not be beaten. The hope proved to be short lived. She realised that the session would to be different when Janet dressed her only in the wrist and ankle cuffs with no stockings or corset. Once in the study, out of habit rather than in response to any instruction, she made her way over to the bar.

“Not today,” Janet corrected her, “over here, in the middle.”

Within a couple of minutes Janet had secured her in a standing position with her arms spread wide and stretched up to rings fixed to a ceiling beam. Her ankles were fastened together giving all round access to her vulnerable torso. Standing back to admire the defenceless victim brought a smile to her face, not a smile of rapport or even sympathy but the smile of an assailant visualising the defilement to come. She slowly turned away, removed her suit jacket and laid it on the desk.

“We’re ready Colonel,” Janet said, as he entered the room, “shall I gag her?”

“Oh I don’t think so; she’s probably tougher than we think.”

He too took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. The temperature in the room didn’t necessitate the removal of their outer clothing, so Kate put it down to their desire to increase her trepidation. People took of jackets and rolled up sleeves in preparation for physical exertion. Their tactic had the desired effect.

“So far Catherine, you’ve been spanked and beaten by me and Janet. Your session today is for you to learn about discipline and punishment. We define discipline as ‘training to act in accordance with the rules’, and punishment as ‘a penalty inflicted for an offence’. Unfortunately for you slaves, there’s a large grey area in the middle, the area where punishment is inflicted when no offence has been committed. It’s your duty to accept that situation without resentment.

“When you’re being punished because you’re guilty of an offence, it will made clear to you, otherwise you won’t learn from it. We don’t go in for this business of making up infractions of some petty rule as a justification for punishment, there’s no point when we don’t need a reason.

“This afternoon you’ll experience the sort of treatment you can expect from the members, solely for their amusement, not as part of any punishment. We’re going to spend the afternoon beating you with various implements, for no other reason than for you to experience the feel of them against your flesh and how they affect different areas of the body in different ways.”

The horror of what she’d heard sank in.

“Janet would you like to start please–on her front.” The thought terrified Kate; she had only been beaten on her buttocks and the back of her legs. The soft flesh on the front of her body she assumed to be more sensitive and anticipated far greater pain.

Janet chose a thin cane and stood to one side. While placing the cane across her breasts as if to line up the stroke, she looked into Kate’s eyes. Kate saw no pity or compassion only cruelty and meanness. After slowly raising the cane she struck. The instant pain shot through Kate like a bolt of electricity and she screamed.

“Wait a minute, I think you were right after all, we will be needing a gag,” The Colonel said, in his usual expressionless voice.

Once she’d been gagged the torment continued. Janet worked down her front. Some of the most painful strokes hitting her lower stomach and defenceless mound. They shared the undertaking between them, varying the instruments of her suffering and stopping often to let her regain some composure. The colonel worked on her back with a single tail whip; he took his time letting the pain from each stroke sink in before applying the next. The waiting was almost as bad as the stroke itself, waiting and anticipating the pain, knowing what was coming, unable to avoid it and then hearing the whoosh before feeling the blaze of burning on the chosen spot.

Kate’s crying started after the third or fourth stoke. Why, she was unsure. Perhaps it was a natural reaction to the pain, the humiliation and tension, the waiting and anticipation. It certainly wasn’t any sort of petulance. They’d chosen to treat her in that way and she had agreed to it. However unpleasant the punishment she knew it was part of her development and nothing personal, well not from Colonel Mason at least.

The ball gag proved to be essential in preventing the whole street from being alarmed by her screaming. Her legs ached from the exertion of thrashing her lower body around, in a desperate attempt to avoid the sting of the relentless blows.

After having spent the best part of an hour beating her, Kate’s abusers ceased their assault on her aching body. Janet removed the gag but left her hanging from the beam, limp and used.

“That will be all for today Catherine, yet again you’ve done very well to endure such treatment, very well indeed. What do you have to say?”

“Thank you Sir, Madam.” She knew what he wanted to hear, but her answer was genuine, she was grateful, not grateful for the pain and suffering, she hated that. But when it was over, she was grateful for being given the opportunity to tolerate it, grateful for the chance to face such suffering with no option to quit.

“You’ll now remain there until Richard arrives to take you home.” They both walked out of the room, leaving her alone to contemplate her condition and the real consequences of her choices.

It was over an hour before Richard arrived to escort her home. Little was said as he undid her aching arms and legs from their bonds. He waited patiently as she dressed. Before they left he thanked The Colonel and Janet for their efforts with her during the afternoon.

At home Richard ran her a hot bath and told her to relax while he fixed a drink for them both. Once undressed, she faced the bedroom mirror, studying her punished breasts. With her fingers she traced along the thin red lines, surprised to find there was little soreness or discomfort. Turning to look at her back, she couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as she saw the injuries from the whip. The welts were raised, an angry red with some bruising beginning to show. Where strokes crossed, small marks showed darker where the skin was blistered. The shock of seeing it thrilled her. She’d long dreamed of being treated like that and there was the evidence of the reality.

She told herself that it wasn’t normal to be turned on by such cruelty and she should be repelled, but she didn’t care to listen to herself. Being left with such feelings of serenity following the harsh beating, she knew she had chosen the right path and remained determined to see where it led.

Lowering herself into the hot bath brought back some of the pain from the whipping as the scolding water covered her tender skin. Richard brought in their drinks and sat on the side of the bath, inspecting her body.

“Bloody hell, they really hurt you didn’t they?”

“Don’t be silly, it hurt at the time, obviously, but it’s fine now.”

“Certainly not as much as this thing is going to hurt me,” she said, reaching over to caress the bulge in the front of his trousers.

“My suffering’s like an aphrodisiac to you isn’t it?” she said, smiling at him.

26

As she pounded away on the running machine next to Helen, Kate thought back to the events of the previous afternoon. The euphoria she felt following her treatment at the hands of Colonel Mason and Janet had subsided, leaving her with the reality of a sore back and the odd stabbing pain if she caught one of the welts on a chair back. Thankfully the superb orgasm she received from Richard following her bath remained fresh in her mind. One of the unexpected bonuses she got from her slavery was Richard’s lustful behaviour toward her following her visits to The Colonel. Did it displease her? No, not at all: she became a winner on both counts.

The tangle of thoughts was contradictory yet soothing. She knew she was embracing what she had set out to achieve and knew there would be a price to pay. So far that price was well within what she could afford to relinquish.

She was brought out of her reverie by a beeping from the machine: she’d completed her session. Helen sat waiting, mopping her face, following the strenuous workout she’d put herself through.

Having arrived at the gym early it was still very quiet: office workers had not yet finished with their days toil. Once in the changing room Kate prepared to shower, removing her sweat top as she always did in front of Helen.

“Christ Kate, what’s all that?” Kate slowly dropped the top, her back to Helen. With no hesitation she turned and faced her friend, displaying the marks across her breasts and stomach.

“Don’t be shocked Helen, it’s okay…really…and I don’t mind you seeing.”

“But look at you, doesn’t it hurt?”

“It’s not too bad now, it hurt like buggery at the time of course but the human body’s a marvellous self-healer.”

“How could someone do that to you, cause that sort of damage?”

“Helen, I consented to this, it was my choice. People do it all the time.”

“No they don’t, get real Kate, just look at you.”

“Helen, normal people do worse than this all the time, no pain no gain, you hear it all the time. Athletes and footballers train until they’re in pain, boxers beat the shit out of each other and come away with swelling, black eyes, closed eyes even. Go to a rugby match and see the pain and blood produced in trying to reach a goal. Even you did it, didn’t you?”

“When?”

“Just after we opened the gallery, when you ran the marathon, remember? You couldn’t walk afterwards, had to have the Monday off. And your feet took weeks to heal, missing nails and those awful blisters. Why did you put yourself through that?”

“That’s different.”

“No, it’s not. Your goal was to give it your best and not to give in, however hard it got, and you did that, you achieved your goal. You got a medal. The only difference here is the goal. I have mine, and this is what I have to go through to achieve it, pain and discomfort, just like you did. Mine will heal a lot quicker than yours, and of course I won’t get a medal,” she added, laughing.

“Well you deserve one. Perhaps we should organise the first London Whipathon. Then you’d get a medal.”

Kate’s argument seemed to persuade Helen to adopt a different attitude towards the course of action Kate had chosen. Her demeanour changed from shock to curiosity, questioning Kate on what was used to punish her, how long she was punished for, how often she went and when she’d have to go again.

Later that night, Richard listened with great interest as Kate told him the story of Helen’s curiosity. He looked thoughtful as she told him how Helen had probed for more detail of her treatment. He intended to make good use of Helen’s curiosity.

27

Sitting in the kitchen, at the large island unit Kate turned off her phone.

“Richard.”

“Yes.” He answered, not taking his eyes off the meal he was preparing.

“That was Colonel Mason, he said I’m to go on Tuesday 15th ‘to get acquainted with the cane’.”

“Yes, so?” Richard replied, still trying to show as little interest as possible.

“Well, you’ll have to get them to change it because you’re away then aren’t you?”

“Yes and no.”

“What do you mean, yes and no?”

“Yes I’m away and no, we don’t need to change it. I’ve arranged for someone else to make sure that you get back safely.”

“Who?” Kate asked with disbelief.

“Does it matter?”

“Well it’s up to you of course but I’ll have to know sooner or later anyway.”

“You’re right. It’s Helen, she’s going with you.”

“Helen! she can’t go with me.” Realising she’d raised her voice caused her to apologise for questioning his word.

“Why ever not, she knows all about what you do, she knows you get punished and she’s your friend. She’s an ideal choice.”

There was no real answer to that. Kate would have to do as she was told anyway, so she accepted the decision.

“When did you arrange this?”

“Yesterday, but I asked her not to spoil the surprise.”

“Well she didn’t, wait till I see her tomorrow.”

“You leave her alone. She took some convincing, and she’s a good friend.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Anyway she’s only got to drop you off and pick you up.”

Having had the weekend to get used to it, Kate was quite reconciled to the idea of Helen taking her to Colonel Mason’s. To have her sitting on the bed discussing what Kate should wear was quite normal before a night out. But on that night, they weren’t going to a bar or cafe. They were going to Colonel Mason’s where Kate would be caned.

As Kate sat at the dressing table applying her make-up they casually chatted.

“You’re looking rather dolled up for escort duty.” Kate observed.

“I thought I’d better if he’s a colonel, I don’t want him smacking my bum do I?”

“Ha Ha. This is serious you know.”

“It’d better be. I’m missing some good stuff on the telly tonight,” Helen joked.

“I’d better hurry or I’ll be late.” Kate took her dress from a hanger and went into the bathroom to change out of her bathrobe.

After dressing in private, Kate returned to the bedroom.

“Wow, you look great. Do you have to look your best to get caned?”

“Seems a bit odd doesn’t it?” Kate said, “It’s a pride thing I suppose. Well I’m ready, come on. I’ll drive there and you can drive back.”

During the short journey Helen probed for more information regarding Kate’s slavery to the group.

“So how does Richard cope with you having to do all this stuff with other men?” she asked.

“It’s other people actually, not just men, there are women involved as well. Colonel Mason’s housekeeper’s also his assistant; she’s a bit of a feminist and thinks what we put ourselves through is degrading to women so when she joins him with punishments she’s really severe. Richard was there the first time she got involved and it was humiliating having her doing things to me in front of him, but it was a real turn on too, for both of us I think.”

“What, you mean she’s a bit…you know…she likes women?”

“No you twit, well she might do, I don’t know, but I meant a real turn on for Richard and me, not her and me. Being naked and used by other people in front of your husband is exciting but it didn’t feel wrong. Richard being there gave me a feeling of safety but it made me feel even guiltier as he saw how excited it made me. He said that seeing me suffer was a big turn on for him, and judging by his performance with me when we got home, I believe him.”

“Lucky you.”

“Well there are benefits you know, it’s not just about being beaten. Since we started doing this I’ve had more orgasms than I ever did before, and they’re much more intense, well worth a bit of pain and a few marks, I can tell you.”

“You’re incorrigible Kate.”

“Right, here we are,” Kate said, pulling into a parking space, “what are you going to do while I’m inside?”

“Richard said to wait for you inside.”

“Did he?” Kate was surprised. “Oh well, come on then.”

Janet answered the door as usual and ushered them in. “You must be Helen, pleased to meet you.” She said shaking her hand. “I’ll show you to the lounge where you can wait for her.” Kate was left standing in the hallway, irritated that she’d never been shown into, or even seen into the lounge. On her return, Janet escorted Kate into her room to prepare her for the colonel.

Ten minutes later she was strapped in place over the bar dressed only in stockings and heels.

“Yes, she’s most often naked,” the voice got louder as Kate heard The Colonel walking down the corridor towards her, “but I do prefer stockings and a corset, not always necessary of course, but it adds to the humiliation. She’s getting acquainted with the cane today, by the way. Ah, here she is all ready for us. A particularly challenging subject this, very determined and strong willed.”

“Yes, I know.” Helen’s voice! He’d taken her into the study where she saw Kate spread outrageously open, vulnerable, and about to be caned.

“I still find her to be like a defeated enemy in battle, they know there’s no hope but they still carry on putting up that last little bit of resistance. Showing your power to a defeated enemy’s no real challenge; there would be no satisfaction in wiping them out. That’s what we have here you see, she knows I could beat the resistance out of her, but I don’t want to do that, what would be the point? No, true submission comes from within, and one day I’m sure she’ll see that.”

They walked around her. Kate resisted the temptation to raise her head and let Helen see her flushed face. “She’s got a perfect body for this, I have all my trainees hairless.” He continued talking as he idly toyed with her, his fingers busy between her legs. “It shows them off better, and in this case, to superb effect, look at those delicious outer lips and the inners coming through so delightfully.”

Kate was mortified; he was discussing her intimate body parts with her best friend–and it was exciting her. She hoped there was no visible evidence betraying her arousal.

“Would you like to sit here Helen, I’m sure you’ll have a good view.” He brought a chair for Helen to sit slightly behind and to the side of his bound victim. Kate raised her head briefly to see where she was positioned, and then knew that Helen had an unrestricted view of her bare behind, open sex and hanging breasts–and she would see the full effects of the caning. For Kate the shame and disgrace were unbelievable, but they also fuelled her lust. If self-gratification had not been denied her she would have used those mental images later.

Seeing the depth of her friends discomfort caused Helen to encounter a wave of guilt. Much as she wanted to see the punishment carried out, she felt obliged to offer Kate a reprieve.

“Do you want me to leave; I can wait in the lounge?”she asked The Colonel.

“Oh no, that wouldn’t do at all. No, Kate’s more than pleased to share her shame with you. Please enjoy the display.”

His words delighted Helen, her guilt was averted and she would still get to watch Kate’s punishment.

After what seemed like an age of waiting, Kate heard the noise of the Colonel whipping the cane through the air, as if testing it’s suitability for the ensuing task.

When he started the punishment, the sound of a ‘whoop’ in the air suddenly turned into a blazing line as it connected with Kate’s soft flesh. The pain from that first stroke was so intense it didn’t register for a split second, before spreading through the quivering flesh. Her body temperature rose instantly and sweat beaded on her skin. Straining at the straps holding her to the bar had no effect: neither did the crying, screaming and head shaking. Each stroke took its toll in the same manner, torturing her backside as well as her mind.

Why did she go there and have her body suffer such abuse? She wouldn’t go again she swore, never again. As the strokes continued to numb her flesh she continued to beg. She begged and pleaded, she cared nothing of how weak she must look to Helen, she just needed it to stop. Her screaming, sobbing and thrashing around concealed the fact that the blows had indeed stopped, but her relief was short lived.

“There you are Catherine, that’s half way already,” he said. “You can take that many again can’t you?”

Was that supposed to be consoling or cruel? Kate thought. Was that praise for what she’d suffered or goading for what was to come? Either way she knew she had no choice but to accept the remainder of the sentence. She grit her teeth and steeled herself for the next batch, determined to do better and display her courage and fortitude to Helen. In reality she didn’t make it to the second stroke before resuming the howling and bawling she’d resorted to for the previous strokes.

The onslaught stopped as quickly as it had started, but the pain remained coursing through her body in waves of agony. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks falling onto the polished floorboards. Kate’s sobbing ebbed away to be superseded by snivelling from her running nose.

She jumped, as much as her bonds would allow, on feeling his hands on her tortured rear, inspecting the consequence of his cruelty. “Now that’s what we’re aiming for Helen, look at that, nice parallel lines and the heat is unbelievable. Come and put your hand on here.” Shit, Kate thought, as if witnessing it wasn’t enough he’s asking if my best friend would like to come and inspect my tortured backside.

She kept still as they both felt the heat radiating from the burning flesh. If the truth were known, some small part of the heat was not due to the beating but from the excitement.

After being helped up by Janet, Kate dressed, washed her face and reapplied her make-up. Transformed back into the confident Kate who had arrived there less than an hour before, she was ready to depart.

“Thank you for accompanying her Helen, your help is greatly appreciated,” The Colonel said, “I hope we get to see you again some time.”

“I’m sure you will, thank you.” Typical Helen, as polite as ever Kate thought. She too thanked the colonel for her training, and meant it.

During the journey home the two women stopped off at a small cafe. Neither had commitments, apart from Oscar of course, but by then he would probably be out attempting to deplete the local mouse population.

“You were so brave there Kate,” Helen said, blowing her coffee to cool the surface, “and you should see your backside, it’s glowing. I could never have stood that.”

“I couldn’t have stood it without being tied down, and once you are there’s no choice. The brave part is turning up, knowing what’s going to happen to you. I could say no and refuse to go. I enjoy the fear beforehand, knowing how painful and humiliating it’s going to be, but the best bit is being tied down and knowing that it’s too late to stop what’s coming, you’ve already agreed to it. I like the helplessness, and straining against the bonds before receiving the pain. It’s horrible at the time but leaves me proud afterwards. Not proud of my bawling and crying, that’s pathetic, but proud that I went there voluntarily, and I know I’ll do it again.

After it’s over the pain soon subsides but my body’s left so alive, I get wet from thinking about it and reliving it. I imagine watching myself on the bar, spread open, struggling and screaming, pulling on the straps and being beaten. Then of course there’s Richard to deal with. My marks seem to turn him into Mr. Superstud and I get the benefits, if you know what I mean?” They both giggled at the implication of her words.

“I’m sorry they made you watch though, that wasn’t very fair of them. You were only supposed to take me and bring be back.”

“It wasn’t their fault. He asked if I would like to see you punished and I said yes.” Kate was shocked.

“You wanted to? I thought you’d been pressured into it and didn’t like to refuse.”

“Oh no, I thought it would be interesting, and it was. I got a strange sort of buzz out of it actually. I dreaded seeing you hurt but when it came to it, that wasn’t an issue.”

“Oh, thanks very much for being protective towards your friend.” Kate said with mock scolding.

“Don’t get me wrong, I felt really sorry for you until I saw how wet and excited you were.”

“Ah, you noticed did you, was it that obvious?”

“Obvious? You were practically dripping, you hussy.”

“Helen, shush.” Kate put her finger to her lips telling her she was being too loud in the cafe.

“Sorry. I was getting carried away.”

“So I see.”

“I think you’re so brave and I tried to think what I’d have done in your situation. I hate to admit it but I think I’d have chickened out.”

“This is what they’re doing to me now, I know. They’re treating me badly, more severely than necessary so that when I have to face it again in the future, I’ll know I can take it and not run away or refuse.”

“So it’s all for your own good then,” joked Helen.

“Don’t joke, it is, that’s why I thanked him before we left. They were genuine thanks too, and in no way hypocritical.”

“I see what you mean, but I’d still be scared.”

“That’s the point; you’re supposed to be scared. It’s part of the experience, it’s thrilling to be scared. You just have to prepare yourself beforehand as best you can.”

“I will,” she replied vaguely.

“You will what?”

“Nothing.”

28

“Good afternoon Catherine,” The Colonel said, looking up from his desk as Janet brought her into the study.

“Turn around, let me see the aftermath of your caning.”

Kate obliged, standing in her stockings, heels and corset she turned to show him the bruising which would take a few more days to disappear.

“How did Helen enjoy her visit?”

“It made quite an impact on her Sir; she was most impressed.”

“Well that’s nice to hear; perhaps we’ll have her back again soon. Anyway let’s get back to the business in hand. I’ve been in close contact with Graham regarding your training, and we both agree that you’ve made excellent progress. As far as the physical punishments are concerned we believe you’ll now be able to endure whatever may be required of you. Therefore, unless you give us reason to punish you for some indiscretion you’re to get some respite in that area. We’re going to change the focus of your training.”

Kate tried not to smile or jump about to show her relief at the news; although what the new focus was she couldn’t figure out.

“Janet, where’s the note from Graham?” After a brief rummage on the desk she handed it to him.

“Here we are, let me tell you what it says. I quote; ‘I recommend that some time should now be spent on her sexual training. She’ll need to acquire skills in personal control, coping with public humiliation and more advanced oral skills. We’ve already observed her lack of inhibitions with regard to swallowing sperm which is a good start, but she hasn’t yet been used for oral penetration’.”

After putting the paper on the desk, he turned back to her. “There we are Catherine, you might find this more pleasurable than the beatings, or you may not, either way is acceptable to us.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Do you understand the meaning of those skills?”

“I understand the meaning but not what’s required of me Sir.”

“Well let’s get started and try to clear up the unfamiliar terms for you. We’re going to start today with oral penetration. You’re quite proficient with your mouth I hear. Eric enjoyed himself anyway.”

The open discussion of her oral skills didn’t even make Kate blush, indicating how far she’d shifted since her first encounter with Eric.

“Now we need to develop that skill even further and move into ‘forced penetration’. As a slave you’ll be required to actively use your mouth on anybody who requests the service. Your role in that situation is to work on stimulating them until they are satisfied. If it’s a man and he fills your mouth then you’ll swallow. But there are many men who’ll want to use your mouth as an alternative to the other two holes they have available. That is, they’ll want to fuck your mouth. In that instance you’ll take a more passive role, merely providing a cavity for them to use. You need to be ready for that eventuality and be able to accommodate them. There’s not a lot of pleasure to be had with a slave gagging and choking during the entire activity. Not that gagging and choking will prevent them from continuing of course, so for the benefit of all concerned it will advantageous for you to acquire the necessary skills. We’re going to teach you those skills now, and who do you think we have to help us out?” The Colonel smiled at her in anticipation of her reply.

“I would guess Eric, Sir.”

“Well done. Believe it or not he’s actually paid quite well you know, even though there are many who’d be happy to receive the minimum wage for his duties.” He nodded to Janet as an indication that she may bring in Eric. “Do you think you can do it?”

“Other people do it so I don’t see why I shouldn’t be able to. The thought of having something pushed into your throat is frightening, but as you said I’ll be forced to do it anyway so I’ll just have to get used to it.”

“True indeed, and wise words. Now Janet will teach you the skill, just do as she says and try your best”

“Yes Sir.”

The Colonel returned to his seat at the desk leaving Janet to her task. “Kneel in front of him.” Eric opened his robe, once again surprising Kate with his length and girth. Janet sat on the floor beside her.