Forty-Four Hours, Chapter 7
When the festivities in the great room concluded that evening among Sophia's
select group, Jessica slipped the chain through Kara's collar and motioned for
her to assume a position on her hands and knees. The slave waited while Sophia
hugged each of her friends warmly and with a smile, indicated Jessica to bring
the slave. The trio reached the haven, Sophia's bedroom, heretofore unseen by
Kara. The room itself was immense with polished wooden floors that reflected
the labors of constant care by various male slaves. Bright oriental rugs
adorned the polished wood on both sides of the bed and one at the foot where a
small reading area consisted of a chaise lounge and a chair and end table with a
small lamp. Bookcases along that wall held row after row of books, mementos,
and sculpture. To the left of the reading area was a door leading to a bath and
on the opposite side of the room French doors lead to Sophia's private patio.
In the far corner of the room was an object that made Kara silently gasp, a
large dog cage.
Her trepidation was not lost on Jessica and Sophia. Jessica spoke in soft tones
at Kara, "Only the most prized of mistresses pets are permitted in this room.
You're allowed five minutes in the bathroom and then you'll return for
instruction."
Kara nodded her thanks and crawled into the bathroom, the chain from her collar
dragging across the wood of the bedroom and then against the tile of the
bathroom. When she returned she found Jessica already nude and undressing
Sophia. Unsure of what to do, she stopped a few feet inside the room and
remained on her hands and knees. She silently watched as Jessica disrobed her
mistress and carefully removed the garments to the closet and returned.
Sophia looked at Kara and then at Jessica, " I think she'll need something
special to keep her emotions in check tonight since we still have the morning to
contend with before she departs. Too much sex can dull the senses as we all
know."
Jessica nodded and told Kara to stand, legs apart at shoulder width and hands
behind her head. Kara did so and remained standing as Jessica went to the
closet again, this time returning with a small velvet bag from which she
withdrew a leather and metallic harness. Kara emitted an audible gasp and
stared in disbelief at the device. Though she had never seen one she knew
instantly its' purpose would be to deny any contact with her sex. She tried to
control the quivering in her thighs as it was buckled around her waist and a
thin stainless steel covering positioned over her sex. The delicate chain from
the end of the covering was pulled back between her buttocks and locked to the
rear of the waist belt. Kara felt the cool metal against her sex and moaned,
her sex now unreachable and completely unavailable, locked away from all
contact. It felt strangely sensuous. For a moment, she wanted to rub her hands
against the covering that would ensure her chastity until it was removed.
"Have you ever worn one before, slave?" Sophia inquired as she looked into
Kara's astonished eyes.
"No Mistress, I've never."
Motioning to the cage, she asked, "and that, have you ever been inside one?"
Kara shook her head and replied, "No, Mistress."
Sophia snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. "Back on your hands and
knees, slave, and crawl inside. If I remember, it's about 48" long by 30" wide
and 30" high. I think you'll find it better than some in which I've imprisoned
people."
Kara fell again to her hands and knees and stared at the door of the cage some
eight feet away. A slap against her buttocks from Jessica sent her crawling to
the doorway of the small enclosure and another slap drove her inside. Once she
was inside Jessica snapped the lock over the entry door and returned to her
Mistress. She turned out the lights in the room. In the privacy and darkness
of that haven, Jessica willingly used every resource of her body to bring
mistress her pleasure.
Kara tried to stretch out as best she could and then abandoning the effort,
snuggled into the blanket on the floor of the cage. In the darkness, she heard
the moans from Sophia. She tried to find her own sex but knew it was useless
and her exhausted body fell into a deep slumber.
Upon awakening, she sensed the absence of Sophia and Jessica and laid there in
silence. A feeling of panic swept over her until Jessica had entered the room
wearing a yellow robe. Behind her, a naked male slave carried a tray with a
carafe of coffee and two flowered mugs. He knelt while Jessica unlocked the
tiny door to the cage. Kara crawled out and stretched. She exchanged glances
with the male and immediately noticed the cock cage restraining his manhood.
"Hopefully, you slept well, slave. I'll unlock the flap of your enclosure,
allow you to visit the bathroom. You will not shower nor arrange your hair.
You may clean your face, your sex and brush your teeth with the toothbrush in
the case on the vanity. Then you'll have 10 minutes of free speak with me
before your day begins, do you understand?"
She replied, "Yes Ms Jessica, thank you," then at Jessica's command, she stood
while the flap between her legs was unlocked and headed to the bathroom. Under
the glow of the lights surrounding the vanity mirror, Kara looked for the first
time at her body. A sharp scream pierced the silence of the bathroom as she
stared at her image in the mirror. Her skin was marked from the ropes and the
multiple whippings leaving no doubt to anyone what she had endured thus far.
Shaking, she flicked off the lights as if it would erase the evidence of her
weekend. Upon entering the room again, she noticed the male slave on his knees,
his hands extended with a cup of coffee, which Kara gratefully accepted.
Jessica again positioned the metal flap over Kara's sex, locked it again and
motioned her back to her knees.
"You looked at your body, didn't you," said Jessica.
Kara nodded, "these will take days to heal."
"Yes, that was the intent, to give you a reminder of what transpired."
While Kara sipped, the coffee Jessica dismissed the male and spoke. "It's now
nearly 10 o'clock. Assuming you give us no trouble and accept what is in store
for you today, you will be driven to the airport leaving here precisely at 2:45.
I believe your flight leaves at 4:49. At the airport, someone will accompany
you inside; escort you to a restroom prior to your going to your concourse. In
the restroom, they'll remove your chastity device. We don't want any
unnecessary attention called to your condition or setting off any metal
detectors, now do we." She smiled briefly and continued, "your collar alone
will set off the detector, but it's visible enough that a simple explanation to
the security guard that you are a slave and you don't have the key. You're a
clever woman, I'm sure you'll handle it. But things can change at any step of
the way, so I would advise you to be very compliant."
Kara's fingers went immediately to the collar and her face flushed. Gad! What!
She'd never dreamed of this part.
"I will also say," Jessica continued, "that Mistress did receive an inquiry last
night about your availability. Also, there is someone else who wants you, and
then again, Mistress herself may have additional plans for you. Jessica paused
and looked at Kara before continuing, "I, myself, used to live in Chicago. I
met Mistress at a business function while I was on a temporary assignment here.
I joined her here for a weekend, and a few weeks later, well, she sent for me is
a nice way of saying it."
Kara stared in shock at Jessica. "You mean ... you came here freely or she
kidnapped you. I don't understand."
"You don't need to understand. But know this, in several major cities, there're
small groups known as 'The Coterie'. Its' members are women like Mistress and
their interests are such as you've seen this weekend. But I've said enough, I
suppose. Finish your coffee. Free speak is over. Hand me the chain attached
to your collar."
Kara set down her cup on the end table still in disbelief at what she'd heard.
Jessica could see the troubled expression on her face. She handed Jessica the
chain. Jessica led her across the room and out into the hallway, then through
the house to the porch. She chained her collar to one of the posts by the front
steps and ordered her to hands and knees. Then she disappeared back into the
house.
Nude, except for the chastity device, Kara waited and felt the warmth of the day
began to form tiny beads of perspiration on her body. Her mind still tried to
make some sense out of what Jessica had mentioned. The front door opened but
this time it was the pixyish Rhonda with a length of chain and locks in one hand
and a bowl of oatmeal in the other, which she set on the wooden floor of the
porch. Kneeling over the bowl like a housecat, Kara buried her face into the
food and quelled her ravenous hunger. While she ate, Rhonda mocked her
incessantly.
Then it began again. Rhonda kicked the empty bowl away. Releasing the padlock
to the post, Rhonda shoved her foot against Kara knocking her to the rough
weathered floor. She grabbed the dazed woman by the ankles, wound a short chain
around her left ankle and snapped the padlock through the links, then wound it
around her right ankle and secured it with another padlock giving Kara only a
few inches of movement between her ankles. She tugged her back into the house,
leading her through the house on hands and knees and led her back into Sophia's
room and onto the private patio. She gazed back on the womanly form noting the
features that comprised the crawling Kara. Her eyes noted the long legs, toned,
shades of fading suntan, and the smooth skin. Her eyes roamed up to her sex,
her flat tummy and small, but well rounded breasts. Her gaze stopped at Kara's
face and she looked at the mixture of perspiration, anxiety and disheveled
blondish hair faintly streaked with strands of gray.
"Do you fear me, bitch?"
"Yes Ma'am, I do..."
A swift kick of her foot into the captive's stomach caught Kara completely off
guard and Rhonda watched as the older face contorted in agony, desperately
struggling to suck air back into her lungs. "Ma'am, my ass! I'm not your
Ma'am! Can't you remember what I told you yesterday on the ridge? You'll call
me Miss Rhonda! Do you understand? And while we're at this, never refer to
yourself again in the first person. Always, always use 'this slut' until I
think of something more degrading!"
Kara struggled to get rational thoughts formed into words but finally managed to
mutter, "Yes, Miss Rhonda, this slut understands."
Rhonda went to the outdoor bar on the patio and mixed a Bloody Mary, then
settled in a reclining chair and sipped her drink. Kara wasn't about to tell
the imp that she wasn't of legal drinking age. Rhonda bent forward and stared
at the older woman and the device around her sex and the chain around her
ankles. Using her feet she rolled the bitch on her back, placed her feet on the
soft warm body, and slid her feet back and forth from the slave's neck to her
thighs.
"You don't know what I had to promise Mistress this morning to have you. She
had other plans for you this morning, but I can be very persuasive when I have
to be. The only thing I couldn't weasel out of her was the key to that damned
belt you're wearing. If I had, I'd be flogging your worthless cunt 'til hell
won't have it. But mark my words, slut, sooner or later, I'm going to own you.
I don't care whom you think you belong to."
The pixyish Rhonda stood and moved a foot to Kara's stomach and slowly shifted
her weight until she was standing on the woman with both feet. Then Rhonda, her
arms outstretched for balance, slowly walked over Kara all the while watching
the woman grimace with pain and disgrace. Her feet moved across the flattened
breasts, then she moved the toes of each foot over a nipple and scrunched her
toes, trapping the protruding buds. She used her toes like clamps and toyed and
pulled the nipples, then slid one foot forward to her neck, letting it rest
against her neck briefly then stepping that foot against the side of her face
and pressed down until Kara's groans became unfamiliar gasps for air. She
stopped and walked back down the mature body ending up with one foot planted on
the woman's mound, her other one just above her breasts, and shifted her weight
back and forth slowly watching the measured spasms of pain emanate from Kara's
face. She smiled inwardly as she realized she had just walked over her victim
from her face to her sex. She returned to her chair.
Kara let her eyes roll half shut. Her mind wavered between wishing it wasn't
happening and trying to deny the sudden feral urge it created in her psyche.
She moaned.
"You like it don't you, kunt." Kara moaned and nodded her head and felt more
humiliated simply because her Miss Rhonda sensed she did.
"Thank the feet of your Miss Rhonda, kunt, for what they just did to you."
Kara struggled from her prone position on her back and rolled over on her tummy.
She slid her body across the patio to Rhonda's feet. She lowered her head and
looked at the delicate toes, the high arch of the foot that moments before had
walked up and down her body. She began passionately kissing and licking across
the soft toes and feet. Her hands cupped each foot reverently and held the feet
warmly as she extended her tongue and licked the soft under soles, letting her
tongue lap as if she were kissing a wine-filled chalice. Little triggers
exploded in her mind. Never had she so desperately wanted to please as she did
now. She nuzzled, licked and kissed as if her very existence depended on her
humility. Her mind raced back to Jessica's words of complete compliance and the
bizarre group known as "The Coterie" and the hint that Jessica herself was
somehow lured, perhaps forced, into the situation with Sophia. The perversity
of the thought scared her, yet excited her.
Rhonda relaxed in her chair and murmured between moistened lips, "my slave, and
my humble foot-worshipping servant. Look at you, a 41-year-old woman, wearing
my chains, now a slave to my feet. This is so natural for you, isn't it, kunt?"
Guttural moans and a nod of the head told Rhonda all she needed to know.
Animalistic desires rolled through her own body and her hands toyed with her own
body. Hands tugged frantically at hair and she pulled a transformed face into
her overheated sex forming a union of Rhonda and slave. Mouth found sex and
Kara locked her lips and tongue in a sensuous series of kisses and movements of
her tongue as she felt Rhonda's soft feminine flesh pressing against her. The
climax was swift, wanton and left Rhonda exhausted and Kara's face covered with
Rhonda's lust.
When Kara lifted her face from Rhonda see was surprised to see Sophia standing
at the doorway from the bedroom to the patio. She paused momentarily; again
unsure of what to do, then intuitively bent her head until her face contacted
the flagstones of the patio. She remained that way and sensed Mistress stepping
down from the doorway and onto the patio and settling herself into a cushioned
wicker chair with a rounded fan-shaped back and a crest woven into the wicker at
the top of the fan.
"So slave, you've again had the experience with Rhonda, I see. She paid a huge
price for this interlude and one that I will extract from her in time. Rhonda,
get the keys for her padlocks, bring them to me, get my whip, suspension cuffs
for her wrists, the camera and be quick about it." Rhonda quickly slid from her
chair, kissed Mistress feet and crawled back into the bedroom. Sophia turned to
Kara "Slave, stand straight, spread your feet as wide as the chains permit, your
face toward me, your eyes looking into mine and hold your arms above your head.
I want you on display until I tell you otherwise."
Kara did so immediately and leveled her gaze at Mistress. What she saw was
regal, mistress in a crimson silk robe, her arms resting on the arms of the
wicker chair and wedge heeled slippers on her feet. Uncounted moments passed,
her arms beginning to feel the tension of being straight above her head until
Rhonda crawled back with the items. She deposited them at Mistress feet and
then crawled away again.
"Now listen to me closely, slave, and follow my directions precisely. You will
come forward, pick up the suspension cuffs and offer them to me. I'll wrap them
around each of your wrists. Then I will attach a carabineer to each d-ring of
the cuffs. Do it now."
Kara dropped her arms and immediately went to her hands and knees and crawled
forward. She picked up the cuffs, bent her body forward and handed the cuffs to
Sophia. Mistress remained silent as she attached them around the slave's wrists
and attached a carabineer to the d-ring of each cuff.
Sophia continued. "Crawl over to the arbor behind you and drag the footstool
from the lounge chair over there. You will mount the stool, which may be
difficult with your ankles chained about eight inches apart as they are, but you
will figure out a way to mount the stool and stand. When you look up at the
beams that provide the top of the arbor, you'll see two thick u-shaped bolts
screwed into the beams. The hooks are thick and well embedded into the wooden
beam. You'll notice carabineer's I attached to your cuffs. Place one over each
of the hooks. Then you will bend your knees a sufficient amount to allow your
arms to straighten. When you have done so, you will tell me that you are ready
for me. Should you fail to carry out my instructions precisely, you will not
make it to the airport and remember, your transportation depends entirely on me.
Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Then begin."
Kara crawled to the arbor tucked away in a corner of the private patio and
pushed the stool over, tilted her head up to find the hooks and positioned the
stool directly under them. Then she sat on the stool and brought her chained
ankles up onto the stool, positioned them firmly and using her hands for
support, stood slowly and reached up for the hooks. Facing Sophia, she drew the
left wrist close to the hook and let the carabineer fall over the u-shaped hook
until it was secured. The metallic sound of the carabineer settling over the
hook chilled her. For a brief moment, she questioned her own sanity. Gathering
her courage, she repeated the motion with her right wrist and slowly bent her
knees until her arms were straight above her head. She looked straight at
mistress. "Slut is ready, Mistress."
Mistress paused, then gracefully stood in front of the chair and walked over to
Kara. "I'm going to kick the stool out from under your feet and you will hang
suspended by your wrists. Lower your body and extend your arms from the hooks.
It'll make the impact on your shoulders much less traumatic."
Kara looked straight into Sophia's eyes and nodded. She bit her quivering lower
lip and positioned her body. From the corner of her eyes she saw the quick
motion of Sophia's foot and felt herself suspended in space as the stool fell
away and clanked against the patio stones. She dangled in midair her feet
inches above the patio, the chain connecting her ankles slightly dragging the
surface of the patio. She pointed her toes and tried desperately to make them
contact the surface of the patio but they were still scant inches between them
and the surface. She squelched the desire to scream, already knowing it would
only lead to graver consequences.
Sophia circled her like a cat. Camera in hand she snapped a few quick shots of
the slave. Her eyes drank in the helplessness of the woman and her fingers
began tracing the marks on Kara's body.
For Kara it was a world of strange sensations, the feathery touch of Sophia
mixed with the trepidation of her plight. She moaned as Sophia explored each
area of her body each mark left by an instrument of pain or a rope. She hung as
Sophia's fingers skillfully traced under her breasts, her armpits and down her
sides. Then they traced the edges of the chastity device, found sensitive
nerves at the edge of her tightly imprisoned sex and aroused a passion that
could not be quelled.
"I could whip you, you know, you're a lovely target, but I think you've had
enough, " her voice trailed off, "for this time anyway." She returned to her
chair and continued, "Your time here this weekend is about at an end. In a way,
I want you left in a mental state of wondering what else could have occurred
this weekend. Shortly, I'll send someone to assist you down and you will be
permitted to bathe. The device will be removed while you do so, and then
reattached. I will be leaving. Is there anything you wish to say?"
Kara muttered, her body straining for breathe and simply uttered, "Thank you,
Mistress for allowing me to be here, to experience and to serve.
"Have your desires been awakened? Do you know what you are?"
Again, Kara uttered, "yes, Mistress."
Sophia smiled. She stood and walked to the doorway and paused. She turned to
the hanging form, looked directly into Kara's eyes, and spoke softly, "you will
see me again." Then she disappeared into the bedroom.
Kara hung by her wrists and turned her head toward the doorway. She wanted to
beg. Five minutes passed, then another five, and then another. Jessica and
Annie appeared. Without a word being spoken, they replaced the stool. Jessica
unlocked the device from her waist and then the chains around her legs and then
looked at her. "You will not speak, not utter a word until I give you
permission. Do you understand?"
Kara nodded. Annie climbed up and freed Kara from her restraints. Holding her
tightly, she lowered her to the patio.
A few minutes later, Kara emerged nude from the bathroom. For the first time in
hours, she felt almost human again after a shower and the opportunity to style
her hair. Jessica reattached the chastity device and handed Kara the black
party dress. Kara almost asked about a bra and panties but remained silent and
slipped the dress on. Then Jessica handed her the carry on bag and motioned her
out of the room and through the house. Stepping across the porch, Kara saw the
black Suburban with deep tinted windows and Luke standing by the right rear
door. He motioned her toward the door and Kara slipped into the back seat.
Annie got into the front passenger seat and Jessica sat next to Kara in the
back. Kara took one final look toward the house hoping to catch a glimpse of
Sophia. Her gaze was quickly blocked as Jessica slipped a black cloth around
her face covering her eyes and knotted it behind her head. Luke slipped the
Suburban into gear.
Kara heard the crunching of gravel under the tires. Her heart pounded.
Goosebumps covered her body as she departed the ranch.
