Cynthia's Slavery

                                           by Ian Blanton



 Gwarhr I thought to myself. Not a bad day in all. I had just finished up

sending thank-you's replies to an article I'd finished and was feeling quite

pleased with myself not,in my opinion without at least SOME justification.



 Now, I relaxed in my chair in the Living room listening to my roommate

chatter about the article I had written and making some Cuffs sometime in the

future, even as she labored on making a corset with my next door neighbor

(also an ex-). I was, in retrospect, rather amused. After all, she had often

referred to herself as One of the straightest females I'd ever gone out

with.



 But I digress.



 I came out of these amusing memories just in time to hear Cynth talking

about the symbolism of a necklace I'd given her, with my roommate tittering

accompaniment. 



 Well, she said, realizing that she'd caught my attention. You DO remember 

what this meant, don't you?



 This was a loaded question, in basic fact, I DIDN'T, but what red-blooded male

is actually gonna admit THAT?? I Bluffed: 



 It meant you were my slave. This seemed like a pretty safe bet on what I 

would have said at one time or another. 



 She giggled, apparently pleased by this. I must have hit it. Not bad for 

being awake at a disgusting hour of the evening, eh?



 My roommate (being a BIT of the sub herself) asked Did he ever give you to 

Raven?, he being her current SO. 



 No, she said, with a quick glance at me, he never did. 



 I thought I caught a bit of an odd tone to her voice, but hell, I was still 

half-asleep. besides, we've always acted a bit.weird around each other

since we broke up. 



 So, I wandered into the kitchen for a soda, to get my requisite caffeine fix. 

 On my way back, I spotted my leather and decided I was in the mood to start 

working on a new set of cuffs for MY SO. 



 I quickly settled down to cutting the straps for the cuffs, about half-way 

through, I realized that Cynth was playing with my Social cuffs. They're

basically the thinnest cuffs I could make, mostly for taking slaves out in 

public, and they've taken QUITE a bit of abuse since I've made them. 

 Anyways, Cynth tried one on her wrist, and quickly slipped her wrist clean 

out. 



 Not very secure. she grinned.



 I took the cuff from her, looked at it for a second, grunted, said Ankle. 

and tossed her another.



 Which she promptly slipped out of. 



 Smart-ass, I thought, 'Nother ankle. I tossed her another.



 Which promptly closed nicely around her wrist and quite refused to let her 

go. 



 Bingo, I thought. And turned back to my new cuffs blanks. In my peripheral 

vision, I saw her slipping one of the ankle cuffs around her ankle. 



 Not bad. she said.



 Some days, my instincts work far faster than my brain does. It ALSO helps 

that there are few things on this earth that will turn my dom side over better 

than the sight of a shapely ankle with a strap 'round it.



 Huhn, shows what you know. I chuckled, not symmetrical. With that, I 

grabbed her other wrist and clipped a cuff around it. Next came the other 

ankle. 



 On your knees, slave. I said, pulling her wrists back a bit. 



 She knelt, reasonably quickly.



 Surprises, surprises.



 I had figured she'd call this l'il game off at THAT move. I dug back a bit, 

and got the locks for the cuffs, and locked them, making SURE she heard the 

Snik of each one as it progressively took a bit more of her freedom away. 



 Head down. Her head dropped. Good. Hmm, still something missing. Ahh, I 

know. Stay where you are, slave. 



 OK, she said.



 Strike one. WHAT did you say, little slave?? That tone's been known to stop 

fights, I DO love using it. 



 I saw her swallow. Huhn, she may never have played this, but she learns fast.



 I meant, `Yes, Master.' her voice breaking just a tad. 



 Very good, I'm feeling lenient, and you've only earned 10 lashes for that

slip. I would _advise_ you not to repeat it. Understood?



 Yes, Master.



 Good. and I headed out of the room. On the way out, my roommate looked at 

me, one eyebrow raised. I shrugged in the universal Damned if I know what's 

going on. expression, since I didn't. 



 In a moment I returned, placed my hand in my slave's hair and pulled her 

forward, bared her neck, removed the necklace and other assorted jewelry, and 

placed the collar around her throat, clicking the lock shut just under her 

ear, the black leather caressing her throat. As the lock closed, she stiffened 

a bit. I noticed she was shaking. Hardly surprising. I'd probably be shaking 

in her position. 



 Having mentioned it, I noticed that I *was* shaking. Oh well, one must muddle 

through. I looked her over.



 Position 1! I snapped.



 I saw her looking a bit confused, she KNEW she'd seen these positions run 

through by either my roommate or by my mentioning them.



 Now, slave.

 M-Master? 

 Yeeeeees? I drawled.

 I do not know which position that is.

 I opened my mouth for an admonishment.

 I do not know which position that is, MASTER. She said quickly.

 Hell, she IS doing well. This is the woman who looked down on my last SO, 

because she was a submissive? How times do change.



 I'm expected to deal with an untrained Slave? I said to the ceiling. 

Hell, I'm tempted to add 10 lashes just on General Principle. 



 I saw her jump as I said that. That made it worth it.

 However as I said, I'm in a rather forbearing mood tonight, therefore I'm 

willing to let it pass. I suspect you'll be earning plenty of lashes on your 

own.



 What to do? What to do? Now, don't let this fool you, I'm not USUALLY struck 

with indecision in regards to having a slave at my feet. HOWEVER I had NO idea 

how far it was reasonable to go in this situation. Interesting problems. Well, 

first things first.



 All right now slave, first order of business is to give you a safe-word.

 I tilted her head up so she was looking directly into my eyes. 

 You understand what the use of it is, correct?

 She nodded. Not quite good enough.

 Answer me! Accompanied by a light swat on her bottom. 

 Yes, Master. She replied, jumping a tad. 

 Good. I said, dropping her chin, allowing it to drop back down. The word 

will be 'Wendigo', understood?



 Yes Master.



 I looked up to see Thera, my roommate looking at me with a bemused. So what 

NOW, smart-boy? expression on her face. 



 I shrugged and wandered over and got a couple of clips from a tabletop.

 For starters, Slave. Position one. Up on your knees. Move your knees apart.

 I sighed then used a booted toe to shove her knees farther apart. 

 Hands on HIPS! I snapped, putting her hands flat against her hips.

 You will be expected to remember this position, and any subsequent positions 

I teach you. Failure to assume them QUICKLY on command will result in

punishment. Understood?



 Y-Yes Master.



 Punishments will vary. Primarily by my whim, but depending upon the severity 

of your disobedience. Understood?



 Yes Master.



 Good I said. I noticed then that she was seemed to be wobbling a bit.

 Having problems with balance? I asked, sweetly. That means you're doing it 

right. I said, not waiting for her answer. Here, I think this will help 

you.



 I took her wrists and clipped the cuffs together behind her back, pulling her 

breasts a bit more prominently against her shirt. Much nicer picture.



 There. Now I think-



 I heard a knock on the door behind me, followed by a Hey-ho! as Raven, 

Cynth's current SO walked in the door. Whoops.



 Hi Raven! I said, moving to the side, so he could see Cynth.



 The expression on his face WAS worth it, I'll admit.

 Well, He said, brightly. I can see you've been keeping her busy! Covering

nicely, I thought.



 Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cynth, relaxing, blushing furiously, 

but smiling slightly.



 WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD MOVE?!? I snapped at her out of pure reflex habit.

 She leapt back to position. 



 I turned back to Raven, who was waiting with what looked like a I can't WAIT 

to hear this one. grin on his face. While Raven and Cynth had never done this 

with each other, Raven wasn't particularly Vanilla.



 So, he said with a smirk. What have you been up to lately?

 Ahh, therein lies the tale. I replied, and pulled him into the kitchen and 

explained what was happening.



 So, any problems? I asked.



 Not a one. He replied. Though I DO think I just messed with her Reality a 

bit.



 Oh, that's fine, in fact That makes it a Tad more fun. I chuckled. How far 

are you willing to let this go?



 Raven grinned mischievously, I'll let you know when it's too much. Are you-

 I already gave her a safe-word. Anticipating the question.



 Willing to make us a set of cuffs, if she enjoys this? I figured you'd have 

given her a safeword.

 Good anticipation, wrong question.

 No problem.

 OK, we'll work out a price later.

 No problem, then I'll figure out what I'll be charging for HER. I said with 

an Evil grin as I walked back into the living room.



 Cynth didn't look as though she had moved. Good thing for her. 

 I looked her over. A Slender figure clad in Levis' and a T-Shirt, with Black 

leather cuffs on her wrists, ankles and a collar about her neck. 



 The clothes HAD to go.



 She looked like she was having a LOT of trouble staying in position. Hardly 

surprising, that position does take a bit of endurance to hold for any period 

of time.



 You may relax, Slave. 

 Thank you Master.

 Now, strip.

 Master!?! 

 You heard me. Do I have to repeat myself?



 N-no Master I had half-expected to hear a safeword at that moment.



 We do need something appropriate for the slave to wear. I pondered, as she 

started to struggle to her feet.



 I have a slave tunic she can wear. volunteered Thera. 

 Really? well, how about you take her and get her dressed appropriately?

 OK. Thera said, bounced up, and dragged Cynth down the hall into her 

bedroom. 



 I busied myself getting my cat from my room and some light chains.

 A few minutes later my new slave came out being led by Thera. 

 I looked her up and down. Very nice.

 It was a red draping of silk that came, at it's longest point, barely to her 

knees, and slanted sharply up revealing her legs, and was completely open down 

one side, showing that she definitely had nothing on underneath. Her breasts 

were shown off nicely by the opening down the side and the open neckline. It

was obviously made to be yanked off, and I was rather tempted to do just that.

 Ah well, business before pleasure.



 Well, Well, Well. What a pretty little slave we have here. I said, walking 

slowly about her. Only one problem-she doesn't seem to know how to stand

correctly.

 Hmm, says Raven I'll be back in _just_ a moment, if you'll excuse me. 

 He zipped out the door. 

 I didn't think I wanted to know.

 I look back to Cynth. Position two!

 She looks puzzled. 

 I walk over to her positioning her with her feet a bit apart, wrists crossed 

behind the back of her head. While I'm doing so, I run the leather of the cat 

up the inside of her thigh. She shudders. While I'm this close I note that 

she's nicely flushed. I can't resist, I grab her wrists with one hand and 

press her lips to mine. She struggles a tad then gives in. (The last time 

we'd kissed was over a Cloved Lemon I gave her just to be nasty.)

 While I ran my tongue along her lips, I remembered something I had always 

liked about her: Her lips. Full with _just_ the right amount of softness.

 I continued running the whip along her thigh, since it seemed like she 

enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed the reactions.

 Back! says Raven, coming in towards the end. I looked and saw what he'd 

gone to get. A Camera. 

 Since I felt I needed to train Cynth, We used the opportunity to run her 

through some of the basic postures, with Raven snapping accompaniment with the 

camera. We then proceeded to come up with some other poses, using the chain.

 Use your imagination.

 Position one! I snapped at Cynth.

 After she's in position, Thera hazards She's REALLY is going to have to 

learn to do that more gracefully.

 Hmm, you're right, of course. But what do you expect of a raw girl? I 

said with just a bit of a sneer.

 Cynth inflates a little at that one, but she's smart enough not to say 

anything.

 Well, little slave. I say, advancing to her, running a hand down the back 

of her neck, down her shoulders, towards her breasts. Are you enjoying 

yourself?

 Yes, Master. She says, drawing her head up a little.

 I firmly bow her head back down.

 Not quite as haughty as as I seem to remember another being. says Raven, 

with a grin on his face.

 No, Master. says Cynth.

 No, don't call me 'Master'. 'My Lord' will do. replies Raven.

 Yes, My Lord.

 I chuckle to myself, now she's gonna have to remember which of us to call 

what.

 My hand continues between her breasts as Raven keeps talking.

 I seem to remember a certain 'Cynth', who was rather disdainful of a woman 

who would be submissive. I wonder what happened to her? 

 My hand slides down across her stomach, touching lightly through the silk, 

caressing her skin.

 I-I do not know, Mas-My Lord, maybe she's learned better.

 Hmm, I could tell they'd both read their Gor books. I chuckled, and tweaked 

one of Cynth's nipples.

 Ah-I think she is definitely learning better, My Lord.

 A nasty idea popped into my head.

 Good. grinned Raven. 

 He was definitely starting to have fun with this.

 My hand moved between her parted thighs, moving the silk lightly aside, and 

began playing with lips, running my finger along one side, then the next.

 Hmm, I think that I have an idea.

 Yes, Master?

 I think that it is time for you to receive your first lashing, since you 

have, after all racked up.? I left off with a hard, inquiring look at 

Cynth.

 Mmm-34 lashes, master?

 Nice try.no banana.

 Wrong. The count was forty.

 She slumped slightly.

 Now forty-five for forgetting.

 She straightened up quickly.

 Bide, while I take care of something, however.

 Raven moved towards her, as I walked out of the room.

 A few minutes later I came back and she seemed to be enjoying herself. 

 Come along slave. I said, snapping a leash onto the wrist cuffs and leading 

her back into my room.



 Now, I've rarely had the luxury of outfitting my room as I really saw fit. 

Most times, I've been living with someone, or broke, or with restrictive 

room/housemates. 

 When I moved in here, well, I STILL haven't gotten everything perfect but, as 

Daffy Duck says: It's MINE! ALL Mine!

 My Lady has made the observation that my rooms resembles a cave, something to 

do with the fact that I HATE bright light, and planned my room accordingly, 

what with the heavy covers on the windows.

 I've nothing 'gainst candles, however and my king-size futon (I like having a 

bed I can stretch out on. Being 6' 5 has it's problems.) has several 

Candle holders, and oil lamps about it.

 Otherwise, computers, books, swords, and posters mingle easily in the 

shadows.

 Cynth was led into my room, her wrists leashed in front of her. 

 Position one, on the Futon, slave.

 She knelt. 

 Knees _Wider_!

 Head down.

 Just as her head went down, the cat, that I was still carrying whooshed by 

her. She jumped a tad, but stayed where I'd told her. She's learning, she's 

learning.

 Hmm, slave, I think you need to continue your education before your lashing 

begins.

 I looked at Raven. 

 For starters, you will strip Raven.

 Yes Master. 

 As she began to rise, I grabbed her wrists, unclipped them, then re-clipped 

them behind her back.

 Like THIS. I grinned.

 Good, NOW she looked nervous. I love this job. *Chuckle*

 She slowly moved towards Raven, who was now grinning at about 200 

candlepower. I looked him over. The T-shirt was probably going to be the 

tricky part. 

 She struggled with the T-shirt for a bit, and eventually Raven relented and 

moved so as to make it easier for her. 

 Then she moved down to the pants, which were going to be pretty easy, IMHO. 

(As if I had never done this M'self.)

 As she started trying to disengage the button on his Levi's, I started 

casually sweeping the cat from side to side, just so she could hear it.

 She finally disengaged the button, then moved down to the.zipper? Hmmph, TOO 

easy. Let's make this a little more challenging. I snapped the cat right past 

her, letting one of the strands strike her ass cheek. Just to let her know it

was there, y'unnerstand.

 Her teeth locked on the zipper she opened the front of Raven's Levi's, moving 

her lips down the erection he was quite obviously getting. 

 She struggled a bit as she knelt in front of him, moving the pants down his 

legs, her hair falling over her face.

 Throughout this, I kept the cat in motion, sometimes whipping past her back, 

sometimes coming close enough that she could feel the air of it's passing.

 Finally, she had the pants off. She straightened, still kneeling in front of 

Raven. 

 I think it would have taken a sander to get the grin off of his face at this 

point.

 I think you know something else you can do now, slave. Hmm? He said.

 Yes, My Lord. 

 She slowly started to take him into her mouth, running her mouth along the 

length of him. His hand went into her hair, rubbing as she licked and teased 

at him. 

 Then I heard the door.

 Raven looked at me. Those Jehovah's Witnesses show up at the DAMNEDEST 

times, don't they? 

 I chuckled. Don't worry, I was expecting this interruption, although not 

this quickly. She must have chartered a jet or something.

 'She'?? said Raven. Again with the I can't wait to hear this. 

expression.

 Wait and see. See if you can amuse yourselves while I'm gone.

 I'll rack my brain.

 I strode out of the room, chuckling, into the living room and opened the 

door.

 Hello, Master. 

 The girl waiting for me was the last person I'd had as a slave. We'd slowly 

been bringing things down since we broke up, but we still enjoyed seeing each 

other from time to time, after all, my Lady wasn't moving into the state

for a few months yet. 

 Star is quite attractive, a short and sweet package that's generally 

described as voluptuous, with a tendency to dress,um.`Provocatively'. This

time was no exception. Mid-thigh skirt, low cut, black 4.5 heels.

 Took your own sweet time getting here didn't you? I snapped, holding back a 

grin.

 I caught sight of her grin as she lowered her head. 

 I'm sorry, Master, I was as quick as I could be. 

 Hmm, Well, I'm inclined to be lenient, since you have a few lashes waiting 

for you anyhow, correct?

 Yes, Master.

 As she walked into the living room, I planted my hand firmly in her hair, 

forcing her down to her knees. Out of habit, she assumed position. 

 May I ask you why you called, Master?

 I yanked the shoulder straps of the dress down to her waist, baring her 

chest.

 No. I replied lightly.

 I began to fondle her breasts, Star is one of the most sensual women I've 

ever met in my life. She began to shudder as my fingers wove circles about her 

nipples and occasionally tweaked one this or that way. Then I ran my fingers

slowly down her sides, peeling the dress down her hips. She shook very slightly 

as I did this, looking at me with her violet eyes. 

 I grinned evilly and slowly ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, stopping 

just short of her mound. She was shaking enough now, that I realized that she 

must have been working herself up mentally all the way over. 

 I lifted one knee and freed the dress, then the other. Tossing the dress into 

a corner of the room, I announced But oh, my lovely little slave. Have you 

got a few surprises waiting for YOU!

 With that, I pulled her to her feet, tottering on the heels. My hand was 

locked around both her elbows behind her back. I led her to a corner of the 

room. 

 Bend with your head to the corner and spread your legs as far as you can, 

hands behind back.

 She did so. 

 I reached over to a nearby shelf and grabbed her wrist cuffs. (I have a 

tendency to make custom cuffs for anyone that I top.) I locked them around 

her wrists, finally locked them together at the small of her back. I then took

her collar and put it around her neck, pausing just long enough so that the 

'clik' of the lock was heard. She shuddered as she heard the lock snap shut. 

 As the lock closed, I shoved two fingers fully into her. She gasped, and 

tried to move, but was prevented by the angle she was at and my hand, which 

was now curled in her collar. I moved my fingers in and out of her for a time, 

slowly, then pulling on the collar a bit, forcing them farther into her, 

forcefully. My hand moved deeply in her, while my other hand let go of

her collar and moved along down her chest. (long arms HAVE advantages!)

I teased her nipples as I continued pumping my fingers in her. After a short

while of this, she began to shake in orgasm. One point for the home team.

 After she had recovered:

 Now that you're warmed up little one, come along.

 As we entered the room, Raven and Cynth were involved in body-to-body 

cuddling. How cute.

 Have fun?

 Oh, certainly. But, ah, what was this.aaaahhhhhhh. Raven broke off as Star 

entered the room. I think I understand now.

 I grinned at him. 

Well, I thought that since our new slave was going to be receiving her first 

whipping today, she might first get an 'example' of what it's like, and since 

another slave had a 'few' lashes coming anyways. 

 I trailed off and looked at Star, who responded by radiating the lovely flush 

she'd been wearing for the past minute or so.

 Well, I said How about a quick twenty, to show our new little slave what 

it's like, then her turn?

 Sounds good to me. 

 So saying, I grabbed Star and, unclipping her wrists from behind her hooked 

the D rings to the hook mounted 7' up in the walls, putting her on tiptoe. I 

then bent down to unbuckle the high heels from around her ankles. While I love 

them, in a whipping they needed to go. While doing this, I ran my free hand up 

and down her thigh. As soon as her pretty ankles were free of the heels, they 

were locked into ankle cuffs. I then unhooked one wrist and attached it to the 

short chain also attached to the hook. This allowed her to lower that wrist.

I then took the other wrist and snapped it to the matching chain on the hook

on the opposite wall. This left her slightly on the balls of her feet.

 I kicked her ankles apart, then ran a hand, enclosing her ankle, all the way 

up her thigh, teasing one finger along her lips.

 Then I got the cat.

 She meowed a couple of times and then I tossed her out of the room, closing 

the door.

 Then I got the whip.

 Walking over to Cynth, I pulled her up and seated her in a position so that 

she could clearly see what was happening, but wasn't in my way.

 Now, Star, how many lashes have you earned, but yet to be punished for?

 20, Master.

 Very good.

 As I said 'good' the whip was on it's way. It landed with a nice snap.

 Star jumped heavily in her bonds, she honestly hadn't been expecting that 

one. Foolish girl. *Chuckle*

 After a pause, lash two landed, with her counting accompaniment. I tried to 

keep the lashing even, with an occasional random one. Contrawise, I struck

along her back, thighs, wrapping the strands about her inner thigh, inches 

below her mound. Finally the last lash was counted and she stood, sweating 

slightly in the chains.

 Very Good. I said, as I walked about to her front. I then, my hand against 

the back of her head, kissed her as hard as I knew how, in the meantime,

running a hand inside her, playing with her clit. The arousal of the whipping

combined with the fingers playing with her body did wonders for her reactions.

I continued to ravage her relentlessly, until she'd given me another orgasm.

 I held her nude, shuddering form against my body for a bit, then unclipped 

her wrists, supporting her body as she half-collapsed from the support of the 

chains she'd been holding.

 I led her to the bed and laid her down. 

 Looking over at Cynth, she seemed to have.appreciated the show, her 

breathing was definitely faster.

 Well, it'll be faster yet, if we have anything to say about it, I thought.

 I walked over. Ready? I snapped at her. 

 Umm, yes, Master. She had seen the red weals along star's pretty hide, but

the safeword was the only way out, and she didn't use it.

 I clipped her in much the same manner as Star had been. As I did this, I 

could see her mulling in her mind the fact that she had OVER twice the number 

of lashes lined up that I had just given Star. Don't worry little one, when 

 Star received her first whipping, she had earned over seventy lashes, in just 

24 hours. I looked at Star.

 She turned on the blush again.

 Now having securely locked up Cynth, I began outlining my rules for a 

whipping. Pretty basic, if she messed up the count, she had to start again, 

and any touch of the whip, no matter how light, counted.

 I began with a few basic lashes, on the buttocks, to get her an idea of what 

it was like, then proceeded to give her more, every so often not landing a 

blow to test her, or running the leather of the whip up the inside of her 

thigh to play and run against her lips. I threw a couple of really hard ones 

in there to show her a hard strike. After I reached 10, I offered Raven a 

turn. He had never done it before, but what better way to learn? 

 Earn WHILE you learn, I always say.

 He did pretty good. He was nervous about it, but he learned quickly.

 At thirty-five I stopped him. I had an idea. 

 Star, get up. 

 She rose from where she had been kneeling.

 I pressed the whip into her hand. Deliver the last five blows.

 I heard the whip drop.

 No, Master.

 *Red Alert* 

 WHAT did you just say? I said, slowly turning about again.

 N-N-No, Master. She said, bowing her head. 

 Well. Something new happens every day. This is the woman who, nude and 

chained in the car had started to get out on Newbury Street when I told her 

to.

 You won't do this?

 No, Master. I'm Sorry.

 Oh, think nothing of it, Star. I said with my frostiest smile. 

 I quickly released Cynth from the chains, grabbed Star's wrists and placed

her back within their embrace.

 You'll be sorry in a nonce.

 Master. She started. 

 Quiet! I snapped.

 I then pressed the whip into Cynth's hands. Twenty lashes. I said. You are 

to deliver the first ten, Raven the second, understood?

 Yes, Master. She said nervously. 

 I looked at Raven, his eyebrows were raised. 

 I think twenty is LIGHT considering, don't you? I grinned to Raven

 He chuckled back at me.

 Actually, I was surprised you didn't make it more. He replied.

 I seated myself across from him, looked at him to make a reply.

 *SMACK!!*

 Both Raven and I reacted with tact to Cynth's overzealous first whip blow.

 Ooooooooooo! we both said swiveling to look at Cynth, who was now looking 

VERY embarrassed. 

 I walked over to Star. Are you OK? After regaining her breath, she nodded,

chuckled slightly.

 Continue. I said to Cynth. The remaining strokes were very cautious. This 

woman will definitely be a top, someday.

 After Raven took over and finished, I released Star from the chains and, 

clipping her wrist to Cynth's, led them both to the Futon.

 Raven and I then set to caressing both of them, alternating between them.

Then, we slowly began to concentrate on Cynth. 

 Caress her. I ordered Star.

 How? she asked. She's always had fantasies, but this was her first time, 

real-life.

 Anyway you wish, PLEASE her. Thank her for the whipping with your hands.

 Star began running her hands up and down Cynth's body, slowly at first, but 

eventually starting to take signs from Cynth's reactions and caressing more 

here and there.

 I took one hand from it's attentions on Cynth, and began running my hand 

along Star's thigh. 

 We continued along with Cynth quite enveloped in teasing hands and lips.

 After a short time, I excused myself, a nasty idea percolating. I got from 

the closet my blindfold then made a quick foray into the kitchen.

 When I re-entered the room. I looked. Things seem quite contented.

 Mu-hahahahah.

 Star, hold down Cynth's Left arm.

 Yes Master.

 Raven, if you would hold down her right, please?

 No prob.

 I approached the bed and put the blindfold on Cynth. After making sure she 

couldn't see out, I got the item from the kitchen.

 Oooh. said Raven. Nasty.

 I grinned at him. 

 What. began Cynth, quickly remembering herself.

 I placed my hand a few feet over her body, squeezed.

 Maybe some sixth sense was warning her, I'm not sure, but the effect when the 

fridge-temperature Chocolate syrup hit her first nipple, the reaction was all 

I could have asked for. Then I hit the other nipple.

 Cold? I inquired.

 Ahh-hah she wittily replied.

 Raven, Star, would you take care of this little slaves nipples? They seem to 

be a tad cold.

 Star hesitated only a moment, then bent to wrapping her lips about Cynth's 

nipples with enthusiasm. Raven, of course hesitated not a beat.

 My, my, she DOES seem reactive to cold and warmth. I observed as Cynth 

began to react to their ministrations. 

 I wandered over and set the syrup down. As I wandered back.Evil still in my 

mind.

 Bide a moment, if you please. Raven and Star backed off just in time for 

the cold chains to land on Cynth's stomach. You've all heard piercing screams 

before, I don't think I need to describe.

 But it DOES warm the soul.

 After a moment or two, I removed the chains, Raven looked like he was about 

to go into hysterics, Star, on the other hand, had a look on her face that 

said: Thank God this isn't me. On the other hand.

 I then took off the blindfold, Cynth was still gasping a bit, so Raven 

started back in on her nipple, with Star following suit. I began to caress up 

and down Cynth's stomach, thighs, calves, and then back up.

 I ordered Cynth to caress Star, which she started doing, tentatively at 

first, but picking up enthusiasm. Star helped, since reaction has never been 

her weak suit.

 More rubbing along Cynth's body for a time, caressing along her sides, 

licking her nipples, a kiss or two for good luck. 

 Star, take Cynth's nipple. Cynth, Star's. 

 Yes, Master.

 Y-Yes, Master.

It was a minor juggle but they managed it. Raven positioned 

himself behind Star and began running his fingers along her thighs, while I 

played with Cynth.

 I ran my fingers in and out of Cynth, dedicating a good portion of time to 

her clit, but not ignoring the rest of her. (The parts that I could reach, 

anyhow.)

 I glanced over at Star, Raven was handling her admirably, if she started to 

 shake any harder, Cynth was going to have more to worry about more than

whip marks. 

*Chuckle*

 I could feel Cynth slowly starting to build up, saw her working more 

furiously at Star's pendant breasts. I continued my ministrations. Damn but

my hand is starting to hurt. So I began licking at her, running my tongue along 

her lips, inside of her, then slowly teasing it down the length of her, 

feeling her body moving more and more strongly.

 I heard the gasp as Star began coming strongly, so I heightened my efforts. 

 I felt, more than saw, Star beginning to weaken, as Raven began to slow the 

pumping of his hand inside of her lips, Cynth was still going strong, until 

with a small shudder, she began to come. I ran a hand along the one available 

nipple, as she shook with her hips against me. Finally, Star and Cynth both 

settled down, a bit of cuddling and conversation following. 

 Here my narrative breaks down a tad, as there was much general out-of play 

conversation, as happens with friends.

 After a bit, everyone wandered home, some, like Star, with a passionate kiss. 

Others, like Raven and Cynth, now newly a slave, and happy with it, talking 

about what they could do amongst themselves.

 I simply relaxed, quite happy. 

 As I entered my bedroom to throw the toys back in their places, the phone 

rings. 

 Amazing, I think to myself, it didn't ring while we were busy. 

 Hello?

 Hello, lover-boy. Comes the voice of my SO.

 Hi!

 So, anything interesting going on? 

 Oh Boy.





			***** THE END *****



Epilogue:

 

 The Author is Currently serving a sentence of 3 years to celibacy in the 

	Massachusetts home for the criminally Kinky.

 Cynth Went on to become a Manager of East coast Au Bon Pain stores, after 

	adding a critically acclaimed venue change. Look for Au Bon Pain 

	sandwich and flogging shoppes in your neighborhood.

 Raven Was last seen driving a '67 Jaguar roadster down I-95 with 3 MTV

	Dancers and a bumpersticker that read: Love, Unlike Murder, needs

	accomplices at 180 mph. Three State Patrol cars were in hot pursuit.

 Star eventually became a Nun at a Catholic School. Attendance quadrupled in 2

	years. All male.

 No one's really sure what happened to Thera.





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