Chapter 30 - Owned, Free, Fulfilled
Our new owner hurried us to the car. He placed us in it with
due care, after all we were expensive property, but he treated us as
property, without interest in our wants or desires. Our gags and
bonds were kept in place, the seat belts fastened over our waists, and
then Milord Odysseus turned to Milady Halo. He helped her into the
passenger seat with careful courtesy, but he took the keys to Billie
Jo's car without question, obviously intending to drive. In a few
minutes the car was on the freeway and speeding back toward our city.
The drive seemed to take forever, our owner and Milady Halo held quiet
conversation on inconsequential things, ignoring the property in the
back seat. When we approached our home city, Milord Odysseus took a
different exit than we expected and drove to a better part of town
than we lived in. Pulling up in front of a large home, beautifully
landscaped, he stopped the car and lifted us out.
In our own driveway at home, we were shielded enough from
neighbors that our outrageous costumes and our bondage were not too
obvious. Milord Odysseus had parked at the street in front of his
house, however, and we would be exposed for blocks in each direction
as we moved up the sidewalk. He seemed totally unaware, or uncaring,
of any sense of exposure though, and just started up the walk, tugging
on our leashes. We scurried after him again, still bound and gagged,
hobbled into tiny steps.
Milord Odysseus's house was a sprawling ranch design, all on
one floor so that our hobbles presented no additional problems as he
led us into a comfortable den area. He hadn't said anything since we
arrived at his home until he was ready for the next stage in whatever
plan he had for us.
"Lady Halo, make yourself at home, of course. However, I
would ask you not to touch my slave while I am busy with the other
one."
With that, he took off my leash and dropped it casually on a
small table.
"Vivid, stand quietly. I'll be back in a little while."
Right. Like I had a lot of choice. My wrists were closely
held by the lock connecting them to the golden chain dangling from my
collar, and my hobbled ankles wouldn't allow me to sit unless someone
lifted me into the chair. He didn't even remove my gag so I stood
there, mouth stretched around the red rubber ball, and watched him
lead Vixen off by the leash still attached to her collar.
Milady Halo watched him go, too. She had a more quizzical
expression on her face than she had worn before and it became apparent
that she had not expected all of this either. Then she looked at me,
standing tall, head up, shoulders back, magnificent and beautiful, but
totally obedient to my dominant owner. She walked over to me, though
she didn't touch me.
"Don't worry, he promised to give you back to me no later than
tomorrow morning," she said.
"There's something compelling about his eyes," she mused, now
speaking as much to herself as to me. "I found myself agreeing to
things I still can't quite believe. Yet I trust him when he says that
both you and Vixen will be happy with the ways things will go tonight,
and that I will be, too."
She wandered off to fix herself a drink, then went to the
stereo to pick out some music. I stood quietly, as ordered, though I
looked around the room. My long ponytail swept across my back with
each head movement, a constant, sensual reminder of my beauty that was
reinforced by the hard nipple points that scrubbed lightly on the back
of the smooth material of my slave dress with every breath. There was
a clock within my field of view so I was able to keep track of the
time, and it was only about fifteen minutes before Milord Odysseus
re-entered the room, without Vixen.
"Now, Vivid, you will come with me. Vixen is sleeping and we
will let her rest for a while. Lady Halo, I may be a little longer
this time. Feel free to take a short nap if you desire, either here
on the couch or in any unoccupied room, but I would ask you not to
disturb Vixen."
He left, telling me with his eyes to follow, though he didn't
reattach the leash. I scurried after him, compelled to obey
regardless of physical links. As I passed the open door to the room
where he had taken Vixen, however, I glanced inside. She still wore
her chains, though her gag was removed, but she slept soundly. On her
face was a gentle smile of relaxed satisfaction, more innocent and
happy than I had ever seen her wear. I never realized before how
softly feminine she could look when the tension was out of her face.
When I had seen her sleeping before, when we had been together, even
her dreams must have retained some element of tension that was now
relieved.
Milord Odysseus led me into another bedroom and closed the
door behind us. He stood there looking at me for a long minute, a
confident smile on his lips but a bit of question in his eyes. He
didn't touch me in any way, standing back to regard me again while I
stood still bound, gagged, and hobbled.
"Vivid, you are unique," he began. "I knew from the first
time I saw her in my office exactly what to do with Vixen. I can tell
you a lot about her background without any input from you or her. In
fact, I think I will, so that you'll accept the truth of what I will
tell you about yourself, later."
"She grew up in a family with lots of men, but no strong
female presence. Her mother wasn't in the picture, maybe sick,
divorced, perhaps she died, so Vixen never had a female role model
when she was growing up. No child abuse, I expect, just no female
presence. As a result, she kept herself lean and hard, rejecting the
softness that should be part of a beautiful woman. Her hair was
always short, her clothes neat but not terribly flattering. Then a
short while ago she went through a transition and began to come alive.
She talked about that a little in her office visit, when she was
explaining her desire for breast enhancement, if you'll remember.
Since this was about the same time as your own transition, perhaps you
had something to do with it?"
I nodded in response to his question. Clearly, he had
understood her pretty well.
"I'll bet she hadn't even been with a man before a few months
ago, and that the first time was with you, in some non-threatening
situation," he continued. "And I'll bet she's the one that asked you
to form a matched slave pair with her, since Angel is clearly too
different in appearance."
I nodded again, this time impressed with a conclusion I didn't
think was nearly so obvious.
"Vixen has always felt out of place, different, isolated from
those around her. She wasn't a man, but also wasn't quite sure how to
act as a woman, so she worked out some sort of unsatisfactory
compromise. I'll bet she identified with you more than anyone she's
ever met, since you are the essence of compromise."
"You and Lady Halo may not realize it, though Vixen is
beginning to, but her dreams have just come true. At least they're on
the road to coming true. She will be my new slave girl. Her needs
are primarily to be able to realize it's acceptable to be soft, to be
feminine and that she can do that without losing the mental strength
that is independent of gender, nor the physical fitness she's so
justly proud of. I'll train her for a while, probably about six
months but whatever it takes. At the end of that time, she'll be an
intensely feminine woman, comfortable in her identity, proud in her
beauty. I'll find her a good husband and they'll be happily married.
I've done this several times and each of my trainees has thanked me.
All of the marriages have worked, too. No divorces, lots of children.
Don't worry about Vixen, even though she'll be moving in with me.
I'll make arrangements about her house, for the time she's away.
You'll see her on occasion, as well."
"On the other hand, you're not so easy to understand," he
continued, a thoughtful expression overlaying his confident smile.
"You're obviously not a slave personality. I could see your
discomfort in the role until you finally found your persona as an
insatiable wanton. Even that was just a role, though you might be
surprised at how close to your own desires that really is.
Nonetheless, you're the dominant one. I'll bet you invented the roles
for Raven, Angel and Huntress, telling Angel to be innocent and
Huntress to be predatory. When the time came to switch roles, the
Lady Halo probably didn't tell you anything about how to act. She's
not really a dominant type, however much she might like to think so.
I'm sure you noticed that Vixen just resurrected her predator role,
but you had to invent your own slave personality, just as you invented
the personalities of Raven, Angel, and Huntress."
"However, neither of the bondage roles are really you. Raven
is closer, of course. You were only the slave girl Vivid so that
Vixen could have a slave mate, but Brandy is actually closest to your
personality. Hmm, that may be it. Ran was boring, at least in your
mind. That was obvious when you visited my office for your hair
removal treatments. Brandy is your interesting persona. I'll bet Ran
is a genius in his professional field, but as a man he's pretty
average. In contrast, Brandy is flamboyant, unique, memorable. Ran's
genius comes through in the perfection of your impersonations. Even
as Vivid the slave girl you're more desirable than Vixen or Angel, but
you're still an incomplete compromise."
"I want to help you, too, but I have to figure out what you
really need," he continued. Throughout his discussion, he hadn't
asked my opinion on anything, of course, merely soliciting
confirmation on his conclusions about our history, confirmation he
fully expected since he was confident about his abilities. He wasn't
asking for my opinion on what I needed, either. Nonetheless, he had
demonstrated such incredible insights into our lives that I was
convinced he could indeed help me, too. Until he indicated the path
he would take.
"Okay, for you we need to make the Brandy persona complete.
You can still play at being Raven and I'll probably have you be Vivid
on occasion in order to help with Vixen's training. But Brandy is the
one who has to have her conflicts resolved. You really are a wanton
person, ready to enjoy passion with anyone and sensual enough to want
to make it enjoyable. You clearly love Kelly and want to continue
pleasing her with your cock, which is fine. That's a good approach.
However, you don't feel you can be sufficiently pleasing to a man
since you don't have a vagina. I guess I'll show you how to use your
other receptacle."
His casual statement didn't sink in for a second, then I
realized he was planning to fuck me in the ass again!
I tried to cry out around the gag as I stumbled back in
horror, my bondage now a terrifying reminder of my rape by Dart
Tanyon. I almost fell in my hobbles as I tried to back away from
Odysseus and I looked wildly around the room trying to find some way
to hide from his advance. I was too slow, too constrained, of course,
and his strong arms were around me in a heartbeat.
He just held me, however, not making any advance beyond a warm
embrace. He didn't even say anything until he could feel my breathing
steady down, my heartbeat return from the borders of shock.
"Now that was an unexpected response. You've obviously had an
unpleasant experience. Tell me about it," he commanded as he removed
my gag.
Perhaps it was the fact that he held me with my head over his
shoulder so that I couldn't see his face that allowed me to start
pouring out my story. It made it impersonal, somehow, as though I
were talking to myself. I started with the cruise where I had met
Rocky Thornton since Odysseus had already deduced everything about the
transition in my external appearance. I explained how I had wanted to
please Rocky, but could only offer him oral pleasure. Then I
explained about Dart Tanyon, and his brutal rape. I didn't really
describe what we did in return, only saying that with Rocky's help we
convinced Tanyon that he had been wrong. Then I described the final
night in our house, where Rocky and Kelly had accepted me as the
unique person I felt myself to be. When I ran down, Odysseus released
me from his arms and stood back, though I still wore my chains.
"I see," he said. "I didn't pick up on the fact that you had
been raped. I expect the retaliation on this Tanyon person helped you
to bury that pretty deep. Let me make one thing very clear. I won't
hurt you and I won't rape you. If you'll let me help you, I can show
you a way to fulfill yourself, but you've got to want to do so. I
want you to answer one question. If you could enjoy having Rocky make
love to you, would you like him to?"
"Well, yes, of course," I said. "But I can't. I don't have
the right plumbing for him, and I won't give up my cock, or Kelly."
"I never said you should," he corrected me. Then without
another word he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Before, our
kisses had been fun, the passion limited, the meaning shallow. Now,
he took me where I had never been before, even with Rocky. The gray
pools of his eyes seemed to call to me and I felt myself sinking
deeply into them as my own eyes languidly closed. There was no
feeling of rush, no feeling that this was only a prelude to something
else. It was as though my whole world narrowed to the warmth and true
passion flowing from his lips to mine. I felt my heart steady down
from the borders of panic that still had gripped it and realized that
my arms were now tugging at my chains in an attempt to return his
embrace, just as I tried to return the emotion transmitted by his lips
and gently probing tongue.
There was something absolutely unique about his kiss. It sent
a message of confidence, of caring, of sensual passion, and above all
of absolute trust, but not one of philios love. Agapao, the
willingness to sacrifice to help someone, and eros, physical desire
were there, but not philios, the sort of deep commitment of friendship
that the Greeks described as brotherly love, not because it was only
between brothers, but to distinguish it from sexual attraction.
Odysseus was not to be my life's companion, that sort of love fell to
Kelly and perhaps to Rocky. Odysseus was not my friend, he was my
owner, my master. Embedded in his kiss was an offer to be my teacher,
as well.
He stepped back from his embrace and pulled the top of my
dress down to my waist exposing my erect nipples, my newly beautiful
curves. His tongue traced lazy circles around each hard button, then
he began to suck on them, pulling harder and harder. His teeth began
to lightly catch on each one in turn, teasing them to greater and
greater excitement, building an electric fire that spread back from
those swollen points to warm my entire body. I felt the pressure of
arousal in my manhood, buried within the straps I used to conceal it.
That was unexpected, not only had the recent hormone treatments helped
to control that reflex, but even earlier when I had been kissing Rocky
or sucking on his cock, my own had remained soft. It had seemed that
when I was actively performing as a woman, my manhood stayed
quiescent. Yet now, Odysseus was stimulating me through a uniquely
feminine channel, yet I was demonstrating a masculine response.
"The first thing you have to realize, especially since your
basic nature is so wanton, is that sexual stimulation is a combination
of mental and physical attributes. You are intensely sensual and must
accept that your entire body is designed to be responsive. You should
cherish each response, including those you haven't discovered yet,"
instructed Odysseus.
He pulled the brief hem of my minidress up and began to gently
remove the tape hiding my manhood. The thong bikini I wore under the
tape soon followed and I saw my long cock sticking aggressively
forward from under the skirt. My wrists were still bound behind me,
but my only struggles were connected with a desire to return the
favor, to stimulate his excitement to match my own. Nonetheless, my
hands were bound, so the caresses were all one-way, from Odysseus to
me.
He began to stroke my erection in his strong, masculine hands.
No one had ever done that before. Rocky had touched me briefly in the
night when Kelly was the receptacle for us both, but it had been only
a confused, tentative squeeze on the small portion of my cock that
wasn't down her throat. Odysseus was running his hands over the
entire length of my sword, setting fire to the sensitive nerve
endings.
"Your nipples and your cock are your nerve centers most
sensitive to physical stimulation," Odysseus explained. "But the
third most sensitive area can also be a source of intense pleasure."
He stopped his motion, provoking an uncontrollable groan from
me, but he quickly returned his lips, his tongue, and his teeth, to my
nipples. He bit a little more sharply this time. I gasped, but the
electric fire washed through me more intensely than ever. Then he
grabbed my rampant sword and squeezed tightly enough to elicit another
gasp of combined pleasure and pain.
"You can feel now, how slight pain can build on other
sensations to heighten them," the instruction continued, "not as an
end in itself, as the sadists desire, but as a means to expand the
stimulation of ready nerves. The pain loses itself within the
pleasure, if the nerves are ready for that stimulation. If I bit your
nipples at the very first touch, they would merely hurt, but now my
teeth intensify the sensations to even greater pleasure. The same
applies to all truly sensitive nerve centers. There are positive and
negative approaches. I will show you the positive ones."
It was a statement, not a question. My need was building to a
level I had never experienced. Every square inch of my body seemed to
burn with energy that demanded a release. Then my breath was forced
from my lungs so fast I couldn't even scream when one of his probing
fingers stroked my anus. A part of me felt a panicked need to run, to
escape, to deny the intensity of my response to his touch. My arms
strained against the chains, my legs pulled at the hobble, but I
couldn't move.
Like a dam breaking under intolerable stress, the total
freedom that comes with absolute bondage washed through me. Even when
Kelly and Billie Jo had bound me to our bed, I could have stopped them
with words, or even an expression. I didn't need to use up any
thought processes on direction of my arms or legs, but I had never
mentally surrendered control. Tanyon's rape had shocked me into
submission, but my mind rejected him even as he forced his way into my
body. But with Odysseus, I realized that I was totally under his
domination, that the only variable was time and in the end I would
surrender to his will. And that I wanted that surrender. I couldn't
be held responsible for what happened, so I was free to let my
innermost feelings emerge for him to mold and develop.
I realized that his stroking finger was not painful, but
pleasant, the sensations interesting at least, exciting if I let them
be. His manipulations continued, his lips moving from my nipples to
my own lips, his other hand continuing to stimulate my pulsing
erection. My ass cheeks began to clutch at his hand, trying to draw
that probing finger within me. He bent down to undo the locks holding
my hobble chain in place, and my legs were free, but not my arms. The
end of the chain was raised to a cleverly concealed hook in the corner
post of the bed, forcing my bound arms to raise and me to bend over,
my knees pressing into the bed frame so that I couldn't move forward
to relieve the upward pressure on my arms. He came to stand behind me
and urged my legs apart with his legs and I realized that he had
removed his own clothing at some point. His expert hands returned to
their stimulation of my tits and my cock, resurrecting the intensity
of their excitement. One of his hands moved back behind me,
disappearing from my perception for a moment, then returning coated in
a cool, creamy lubricant. The lubricant was smoothed over my anus,
cooling the heat I felt there until my own body warmed the cream.
When his finger finally penetrated me, it was so gentle and natural an
extension of the stroking that he had employed that my primary
sensation was one of success, as though my clenching muscles had
succeeded in drawing him into my grasping receptacle.
A second finger joined the first, initiating the first
feelings that I would once have described as pain. However, they were
like his teeth on my nipple, adding rather than subtracting from the
sensation. Nonetheless I gasped, groaning with emotions so confused I
couldn't have told you whether they were need or pain, demand or
rejection. He slid his fingers in and out of me while the sensation
built and the pain disappeared totally, eliminated or transformed into
something else, something indescribable. This time, when he withdrew
his fingers I knew that my moan was desperate need, and so did
Odysseus.
"Moment of truth, Brandy, not as my slave but as yourself. Do
you want me to show you this pleasure?" he asked.
It was only later that I realized that he had used my real
name, Brandy, rather than my slave name, Vivid. This was truly my
choice and he would have stopped if I had asked him to. Not that I
would, by this time I was burning with need, the need to have this man
inside me.
"Yes! Oh, please yes, make me whole. Take me, please fill me
and fulfill me!" I cried.
His rock hard erection slid into my ass, gliding smoothly but
unstoppably to the hilt. This time there was definite pain, but it
was just as definitely an extension of the incredible sensations
Odysseus had awakened in me, building on them and lifting them to an
unimaginable level. My anal ring squeezed him with all the strength
of my body and my spirit, since my entire world had narrowed to the
focus of his penetration. I felt a fire building within me that would
consume me and I knew that a new person would come out the other side,
if I could just complete the journey. My own erection was pulsing
with the external demonstration of my internal energy, so powerful and
so immense that it seemed my skin must split, that my old cock size
was completely inadequate.
Finally, our actions started to affect Odysseus as well. His
breath became less steady, his motion more aggressive. He began to
stroke in and out of my fiery ass, setting a rhythm I was compelled to
meet as I tried to capture more and more of his pounding rod. He
reached around to grab my tits like handles, pulling me toward him by
the sensitive nipples, teasing them to ever greater length and
hardness. My own cock thrust forward, untouched but intense, ready to
provide the culmination only a man can achieve, while I enjoyed a
fulfillment I had thought only a woman could receive.
With a grunt of his own, Odysseus erupted into me. The
unmistakable sensation of his warm seed filling my body triggered my
own release and I started shooting forward onto his bed, matching each
pulse in my ass with a streamer from my cock. I pumped and pumped,
draining a supply that had been building for the entire evening, yet
his own pulses continued just as long. Finally I began to feel my
balls empty and the force of my ejections diminished. Odysseus's
strokes slowed to match, and he finally stopped his motion, breathing
hard but fully in control just as he was fully in me.
"You are indeed a matchlessly sensual woman, Brandy," he said.
"I almost envy your Rocky, but that sort of relationship is never
correct between a master and slave. He will be your lover, while I
will always be your master. That is why you can't really be Raven.
You love your friends too much to do what they need, too little to
sacrifice their friendship to meet those needs. However, Kelly has
such a well-integrated personality that I couldn't help her much
anyway. She can play at being a slave, which she really enjoys, but
she doesn't need to truly be a slave. She just needs to have a sister
to share secrets with, and a man to share her bed. You can do that
yourself, without me. Rocky is probably in for a bit of a surprise,
though."
The expression in his voice demonstrated the smile that must
be on his face as surely as if I could see it. He withdrew from my
ass, but he didn't lower my arms just yet. Instead, he moved my legs
together and threaded the thong bikini I had worn back up my legs.
"Your cock will stay flaccid until you get home. You won't
need the tape any more tonight," he explained. Then he lowered my
arms, but didn't release them. Instead he reattached the hobble
chain, then reached for the gag as well.
"I want you to reflect on what you learned tonight, before you
try to explain it to Lady Halo," he explained as he fitted the ball
into my mouth. "I'll tell her to leave the gag on until you're home.
That will give you enough time to decide what it means to you."
He led me from the room to find Milady Halo sleeping on the
couch, a softly innocent smile showing that her dreams were as
pleasant as those still capturing Vixen in the other room. Milord
Odysseus attached my leash then dropped the end at my feet, pointing
to me to stay in position, then gently prodded the slumbering Milady
Halo.
"Vivid has completed her training, at least for this evening,"
he informed her. "Except that she is to wear the gag until you
undress her at your house. After that, she can explain her lesson, as
well as the training plan for Vixen, who will stay here. I'll let you
find your own way out while I go to check on Vixen, but I'll be in
touch."
Milady Halo gathered up my leash and led me toward the front
of the house, still a little drowsy but accepting Milord Odysseus's
directions. She couldn't lift me into the car by herself, but the
extra height provided by the curb next to the car allowed me to squat
rather than bend down to enter, yet keep my bottom high enough to sit.
She moved to the driver's seat and we drove off. When we got to our
house, she helped me to tumble out of the car, still crouched enough
to fit through the opening while my legs were folded enough to provide
the slack needed to allow my waist to bend. She took my leash in her
hand and led me to the door with the hobble forcing my spiked heels to
beat a faster rhythm on the walk than her own elegant boots sounded.
Only when we were inside did she remove my bonds, concluding with my
gag.
I stretched my cramped shoulders, then wrapped my arms around
her in a passionate embrace, hugging and kissing her while I squeezed
her shapely tits into my own.
"I love you," I said happily. "You are absolutely the most
wonderful woman in all the world!"
"I'm glad you think so," she laughed. "Is there a particular
reason you feel that way?"
"For selling me to Milord Odysseus for the evening. He has
shown me a fulfillment I never even imagined could be possible."
"Just what did he do in that bedroom?" she asked.
"You're not going to believe it," I giggled, "but he fucked me
in the ass. It was wonderful!"
"What?" gasped Kelly. "He raped you? And you liked it?"
"It wasn't rape, this time," I explained, then went on to tell
her how he had seen the need deep within me, and helped me to see it,
too, then fulfilled that need with spectacular success. We talked
long into the evening and I helped her to see the validity of
Odysseus's observations, including those about Kelly, Angel, and
Milady Halo. When we finally went to bed after removing our dramatic
makeup and our clothes, we slept in each other's arms, lifted by my
erstwhile owner to a higher level of togetherness than we would ever
have achieved on our own.
