NICOLE; JOUNEY OF A SLAVE
By: Charles E. Campbell
Nicole sat patiently in the posh outer office of her Master. In the hour plus
since her arrival in answer to His summons, she had let her mind wander down
many paths. How many times had she sat here like this in the past six months;
was it eight, twelve, more? She really couldn't be sure. What would people think
about this rich and powerful corporate legend if they learned of His
relationship with her? Or did people know? Did His silver-haired matronly
secretary know why she sat here and waited in silence, ensconsed on the rich
burgundy leather sofa? She had to know, or at least have an idea as to why this
raven headed beauty would sit here in a full length black leather trench coat,
so quickly after she placed the telephone call. Was she aware that the coat was
all that kept her nakedness a secret? Or was it not a secret at all? Why was the
secretary here at her desk? After all, it was past 2:00 in the afternoon on a
beautiful Saturday in August. Why didn't she speak to her? Why did her eyes
always look away whenever Nicole looked up?
The outer office was quite large and had been decorated in a way that was
subdued, but didn't belie the obvious wealth of the man to whom it belonged.
Original oils hung on the walls above the dark walnut wainscoating. The carpet,
which was a shade lighter than the sofa and chairs, had a pile that was tick and
more reminiscent of a master bedroom than an executive's office. The secretary's
desk was massive, but plain, and stood as a highly polished sentinel to the
private inner office. It was also devoid of the normal trappings one would
expect to find. There was no "in & out" basket, no roladex, no computer, nor
even a phone. Just a handsome desk- set, blotter, and desk lamp. In the corner,
behind the desk, stood a nine-foot turn of the century grandfather clock, which
subtley proclaimed her Master's true self, both the minute and hour hands had
been removed and were replaced by hands shaped like riding crops, Master's
favorite whip.
Nicole could feel the drops of moisture gather and roll from her perfumed
underarms, slowly making their way down her sides to the seat of the sofa. Her
hands were damp and clammy, as her nerves steadily began to take hold of her.
Had He ever made her wait this long before? Had she displeased Him in some way
known only to Him? Trying to make herself believe that the anticipation and
waiting was worse than the impending audience with Master did little to allay
her nervous nibble on her bottom lip. Unexpectedly, His secretary rose, and
opened the door to the inner office. Nicole took her cue, and, trembling
slightly, stood and walked through the heavy oak door that lead to His private
office.
No words were spoken, as she slowly walked across the seemingly endless
expanse of hardwood floor, but no words were required, she knew her place.
Nicole went straight to the closet that was hidden in the paneled wall to the
left of His desk. She removed the leather coat and hung it carefully on a
hanger. Her spike heels were taken off and placed on the closet floor. Once she
was completely naked, she pulled open a drawer in the back of the closet and
took her slave collar out, fastening it snuggly around her smooth throat. She
then closed the drawer and the closet door, and walking back in front of the
desk, she knelt down, with her head bowed, her eyes closed, her arms folded
behind her back, hands clasping her elbows, her knees and mouth open, and she
waited once again
For Nicole, time wasn't measured in seconds, or even minutes. It was measured
in the size of the pool of sweat that fell on the hard floor. It was measured in
the slowly growing ache in her knees and shoulders as she fought to remain
perfectly still. It was measured in the pounding of her heart, as she awaited
that which only her Master knew.
Finally, after an eternity, in His soft but measured baritone voice, Master
began to speak:
"Nicole, today I met with an old friend, who it also a wealthy client of
Mine. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, he informed Me of a formal garden
party, which he is having at his estate this afternoon. He has invited you and I
to attend, along with eight other couples. My friend, I might add, is fully
aware of our relationship and of our participation in the S & M scene. His other
guests are strangers to Me, and are not into the scene.
"I told my friend that I have recently been very unhappy with your attitude
and that your behavior was grossly lacking. I, therefore, had to decline his
invitation on those grounds. He begged Me to reconsider my decision, but I
thanked him and remained steadfast, stating that in all probability, I would
just go home and punish you for causing Me to miss his party.
"Being the good friend that he is, he suggested and compromise. You and I
could attend his affair, but we could use it as a vehicle for your punishment.
He feels that seeing the eight other couples view your punishment would be quite
enjoyable for him. I remarked that since you had rarely been exhibited or
humiliated in front of people outside of the scene, that this should be an
excellent opportunity to enhance your continued slave training. I then agreed
that we would attend the party, but with one stipulation. I offered you as the
entertainment for the afternoon. Our host graciously accepted my offer.
"As I said, this is quite a formal affair, requiring dinner jackets and full
length gowns. Butlers, waiters, maids, and other servants will be in attendance
to see to the guest's various needs. You, however, will not need to be concerned
over your choice of attire. You will need to wear only three things. Since you
will be escorted to the party on your dog leash, you will wear your studded
black leather dog collar, your pair of four inch black spike heels, and your
most copious pair of nipple rings. To further enhance the effect of the black
leather and steel against your smooth white skin, you are to remove all of your
body hair from your armpits down, paying particular attention to not leaving any
stubble around your cunt and asshole. And, if I may make a suggestion, since
this afternoon's weather forecast calls for high humidity and temperatures in
the mid-nineties, I would recommend that you take great care in the selection
and generosity of your perfume. We wouldn't want any of the guests to leave
because you offended their sense of smell.
"Our host is sending his private car to pick us up, so you will have no need
of any clothing whatsoever.
"I have given a great deal of thought about your dual role as the
entertainment for the party and your much deserved punishment. You will,
therefore, need to get the following items from your "toy chest" and bring them
with you: a penis gag, a set of nipple weights, a butt plug, a selection of
different whips, (possibly a cane, a cat, a crop, a birch rod, and whatever you
prefer), a pair of rings to compliment the ones in your nipples, and one larger
ring that will stand out from the others. Remember to choose the whips wisely,
as the length and severity of your punishment will be reflected by the choices
you make.
"When we arrive, one of the valets will lead you on your leash to the lawn
where the party will be taking place. We will be arriving late to insure that
the other guests will already be there. In that way we will provide the guests
with the opportunity to witness your entrance. At this point, you will be
chained to a stake in the ground. The penis gag will be firmly strapped into
your mouth, the nipple weights attached to your nipples, and the ungreased butt
plug will be shoved into your ass. You will be thusly on display for the
remainder of the cocktail hour and the serving of the entree. I will try to
remember to have a butler bring you a dish of water from a toilet, should you
get thirsty, but since I have the only key to your penis gag, I would also have
to remember to come over to you and unlock it.
"In between the entree and the dessert, you will begin the entertainment. I
will remove the gag and a valet will remove your weights and butt plug. Please
do not forget to lick it clean before it is put away. The valet will then lead
you on your leash over to where the women are seated. You will introduce
yourself to the women, and explain to them what you are and what your sole
purpose is. At this time, you will show them the different whips and explain to
them what they are for. Keep in mind, that in all probability, the female guests
have never seen whips before and they do not know of their varied applications.
They will need instructions from you as to which whip is the best to use on your
breasts, or which one will raise immediate welts on your ass and thighs. They do
not know which one is the most effective choice when whipping your cunt, or even
which one will draw blood by the second stroke. You are to beg each of the women
to mete out five lashed each with the whip of their choice. You must guide them
in their choices and convince them to be severe. If you do not, then the man
will be given the same opportunity. When they have selected a whip, you will
position yourself to as to provide the clearest access to their chosen target.
Of course you will thank them after the deliverance of each lash, and kiss their
feet after the fifth one.
"When all eight women have finished whipping you, you will be escorted to the
table where the meal was served. I have had the good fortune of dining at this
table, and I must say it is magnificent. The legs are made of wrought iron and
the top is a heavy sheet of clear glass. You will lie down on the table and be
bound spread-eagled to the four legs. As the guests watch, I will then pierce
the lips of your cunt and insert the rings you chose. After the guests have all
had a chance to handle and examine the rings, I will pierce your clitoris and
insert the larger ring. At this point, you will be untied. You are then to climb
under the table and accept the offering of the male guests and our host in your
mouth. Please take extra care to see that you swallow all of the seed you are
given.
"Have you any questions?"
"No, Master," she replied.
"Very well. Then go and prepare yourself, we leave in an hour."
