How we became slaves

PART THREE

As we went up the stairs Claire walked just in front of me. Her legs were very visible through her dress. her panty less bottom was always stunning, but to see them in clothes, or better through clothes, that had been picked by the woman who would be our dominant for this week just added a special something to the look. We walked through the corridor until we reached the library. Pierre told us to wait for a second, so he could see if Kim was still in. This would mean that our entrance should have been even more formal. Since Kim was not in, we were guided in by Pierre. He was very calm and led us to the right place.

“My Mistress would like to see a position in which you show devotion to Her. For this we have the “What is Your Will” position. You kneel down, keep your legs spread a bit and rest your open hands on your knees. Claire, in your left hand, you will hold the key to John’s CB. Now let’s get on with it”.

Claire and I both went to our own side of the side table. I had been on my knees in many a kinky game before, and I might even say that endurance on my knees is no issue. Claire had a bit more difficulty getting into the right position. Again, Pierre was very helpful. There was even a mall giggle when Claire dropped the key. Pierre helped her with it, and in less then one minute we were in the right position. Pierre walked over to the sofa, and kneeled down just next to it. There we all were. Kneeling and in anticipation.

Nearly 10 minutes passed. In this period my breathing started to become very calm. We were all so quiet that the steppes we heard in the corridor sounded even more frightening. And still we all kept very quiet. The door went open and Kim stepped in. She closed the door and walked to the sofa. She poured a glass of wine, picked up a book and started  to read. Just keeping us just as we were. 10 more minutes must have passed until Kim spoke.

“Pierre, you did me proud”.

“Thank You, Mistress”

“Have they been any trouble in their quarters?”

“No, Mistress. They have been very easy going. They seem to be very serious about this.”

“I sure hope so. My time is very, very precious, and you know how mad I can get if it gets spoiled!”

“Yes, Mistress. I do know and I do understand. The female has a gift for You”.

Pierre had not called Claire by her name, but started to refer to her as “the female”.

“Oh my. A gift for me on her first evening! Approach female!”

She called out her command without even looking in our direction. Claire closed the palm of her hand, making sure she would not drop the key, and was just about to stand up when Kim said: “Since you are already on your knees, use your hands too and crawl to me!”

I’m still not sure how Kim could have seen that Claire intended to stand up. Claire did as she was told and crawled to Kim, still with one hand closed and holding the key with a firm grip.

Claire got in front of Kim, laid her forehead on the ground, lifted her hand, as good as possible and said: “Ma’am, please accept my husbands chastity as a gift to You.”

“Ohhh, that’s nice, isn’t is? What did you think. That either of your sexual needs would be in your own hands? This key is a nice gesture, but really, who do you think is in control?”

Neither of us said a word, not sure what the right answer should have been.

“Get here, both of you!”

I crawled towards Kim and kneeled next to Claire, and just before I lowered my head Kim said: “High Kneel”.

Claire reacted a bit slower then I did, but within a split second we were both in a high kneel position, with our heads just below Kim’s. SMACK, SMACK. We both got a slap in the face.

“This is the first and only time I will say this: If I ask you a question and you do not answer, this to me is a sign of disrespect. I do not expect all your answers to be the right ones, and you will be punished if needed, but to not answer at all is no option. In case you do not understand a question you can say just that. But don’t go thinking about what would be the appropriate response. You will not get in my head, and therefore you will never be able to know the exact right answer. But always make sure that you answer is sincere!” Kim’s reprimand started in a angry voice, but worked it’s way to a learning, almost motherly tone.

“Now, let me have the key. Thank you slave. The third rule I just learned you will be followed by a very important fourth. Keep this in mind: My time is not your time. For that matter, there is no such thing as your time. If you are in my presence, don’t feel that you deserve any attention, or any of my time. If you have just prepared something for me and you hope that I will show my appreciation, don’t expect anything. You can and you may hope for it, but don’t expect it. Do you both understand this rule?”

“Yes, Ma’am” we both said.

Kim got up, walked out of the room, just keeping us where we were. None of us moved. We were all sure that after that last explanation we were not supposed to. After a few minutes, Pierre got up. He walked towards us and said:

“My Mistress has ordered me to accompany you both to the salon. We had to wait two minutes after She had left. So please get up and follow me.” We did as we were told and followed Pierre through the hallway, into the salon. We had been here many times before, but never had it looked like it did now. All the furniture (but one chair) had been moved to the side of the room and in the center there was a wooden construction with two chains attached to them. At the end of the chains there were heavy looking metal collars.

“Help each other into these collars and if you are done, rest your back against the pole in the center of the structure. Each of you should be on a different side, with only the pole between your backs. Oh, I almost forgot. Strip naked first! And be quick about it, because my Mistress will arrive shortly.”

Claire and I looked at each other, but before we could start to talk, Claire started to undress. I followed. Without saying anything I locked the collar around her neck. She returned the favor. We got in position and waited, not sure what this structure would be used for. We stood there for more then five minutes, when we heard the clicking of heels on the marble in the hallway. Because the rest of the house was so quiet, this was the only thing we heard at that time. As the sound got neared, my tension got higher. What was in store for us. I was pretty sure we pleased Kim as well as could have been expected this first day, but I couldn’t be sure.

The door opened. I looked and there was Kim. She wore a black latex evening gown, matching black opera gloves and laced up boots with a high heel. She could have stepped out of a fetish catalogue. I guess my appreciation was visible because Kim said:

“Male, close your mouth and your eyes as well! And for god sake, stand still you both”

She waited a few seconds and then she continued to walk towards the one seat that had not been moved to the side. We could hear the sound of the latex as she sat down. A few seconds later, the door opened again and, as it turned out later, Pierre entered, went over to his Mistress and kneeled beside her.

Kim spoke:

“In a few seconds I will ask you to open your eyes and look at me. But before that I want you to know why you will be granted that privilege. I have loved you as friends for as long as I can remember. The change that occurred today has had an impact on me too. You need to know that, although I’m delighted that you have agreed to this, it is not easy for me. As your dominant I need to make sure that you will not be harmed in any way. As you are old friends of mine, this is even harder. I know I will need to discipline you both, and pain will be involved, but I see and feel that I’m a bit hesitant to do this. The exercise we are about to start is not only for your growth and my pleasure, but also for me to get over a threshold. If you understand what I mean, open your eyes and look at me”.

I knew exactly what Kim meant. To get punishment, even in an erotic way, from a stranger for me was always more easy then from some one I had a bond with. Therefore I opened my eyes, turned my head  and could feel that Claire did the same.

“May I speak, Ma’am”, Claire said.

“Yes, you may, and speak freely”

“I think I understand what you mean, but to speak for myself, I totally trust you, since you have been my friend for so long. I know everything has changed, but I’m more then willing to forget our past as friends and to start focusing on serving you as you deserve to be served. If you decide to inflict pain during my growth, I will cherish this pain as I know it will have hurt you too. I hope that soon your pain will have gone, and the punishment is just that. Even if you decide to inflict pain for your own amusement, the reward for me will be that my body and my pain have been instruments to please you. This is what I want, and this is what I choose to be, with a free and open mind.”

We all were quiet for a while and I guess we were all moved by her confession.

“Well, I’m very happy that you feel that way” Kim said. “Is that something you can relate to?” She asked me.

“I wouldn’t say that the determination that Claire just showed can be matched by myself at this time, but I am sure that we made the right decision, what ever the outcome may be. Pain has never been part of my kink. I’m just not a masochist. I know that pain is a way to please, but if I can avoid punishment by groveling deeper and serving better, that would be my path.”

Kim got up, walked around us and with her gloved hands she took my nipples and gave them a quick pull.

“Both your answers have pleased me”. She leaned over and dropped a small but tender kiss on my forehead. She walked around to Claire and kissed her long and wet on the mouth. If I could have focused more, I probably would have smelled the wetness of Claires pussy already as she started to squirm a bit. Kim walked around again, ordered me to open my mouth and two wet gloved fingers entered my mouth. My wife juices went from her pussy to my mouth, through Kim’s gloves.

Kim stepped back, leaving my mouth wanting for more.

She started to talk in a soothing voice. “This structure you are now in, will be known to you as the shame block. I use this only to punish those who refuse to listen. Besides during an initiation like this, I have not used the shame block for the last 18 months. The last time I used it was to punish Pierre for cumming in a girl I had him fuck. If you are good, this will be the only time you are here. And to make sure that you will remember to follow my commands, during the initiation I always perform this exercise. It will hurt. Pierre, my instruments!”

Pierre got up and walked to a black satin coffin in the corner of the room. He opened the coffin and took two leather blindfolds out of them.

“During formal punishment you will never see me. Since punishment is also a form of attention, that you at that time do not deserve, the privilege of looking at me at that time is withdrawn. Pierre, blindfold them!”

“Yes, my Mistress” said Pierre as he put the blindfolds over our heads.”

“You will be gagged as well. You should be in contact with your pain and focus on that what you did to displease me in such a way that you deserve the punishment. During that time, the physical ability to speak has to be limited. Pierre, apply the gags, and take this key and unlock the CB!”

“Yes, my Mistress”  Pierre answered and a few seconds later a large gag was in my mouth and my penis was liberated from its enclosure.

“Pierre, leave”  We could hear Pierre leave the room.

I could hear Kim walking around us. At first the circles were very large, but with every turn, she came in a bit closer. Her breathing was steady, but audible. At this moment the anticipation of what was in store for us, was greater then I could have imagined. I felt truly scared, and this showed off. Kim grabbed my chin and lifted my head up. She moved very close to my ear and whispered:

“what you want and what you fear doesn’t matter at this moment, do you understand?”

I tried to nod to make sure that Kim got my answer, but her grip on my chin was pretty firm.

“I think you do.” She whispered again. “I will detach the collar around your neck. I want you to show how much you want to take that which I am giving you. If you cannot or will not take it, you can walk away right now. If not, you will take this punishment with pride and thank me for it later.”

She unlocked the collar and stepped back a few feet. All sorts of things went through my head, but leaving was not one if them. In something that I can only describe as a natural reflex, I kneeled down, dropped my head to my chest, and moved my arms to my back. This sign of submission felt very natural and even confused myself a bit. Kim must have loved it, because she tapped me on the head as she moved to Claire.

“Claire, I will detach your collar too. If you are not completely sure that I know what you need right now, and if you are unwilling or unable to comply and to take this punishment, you can leave right now. If not, you will thank me for my attention and your punishment after it is over.”

Without asking her if she understood this, Kim unlocked the collar and left Claire standing there, free to make a decision. Claire too dropped to her knees and got into the “what is your will” position. Kim was even more satisfied with her reaction, because she kissed Claire on the head.

“Never before have I performed this ritual without having to beat the subject. This test of obedience was necessary, to make sure you are both sincere. There will be pain, but not tonight. I want you to remove your gags and blindfolds and crawl to that chair.” She walked to the chair and sat down.

The intensity of what had just happened hit me. Without a clear other reason I started to cry. I had been so afraid of the pain I was to endure, that the withholding of that pain hit me even greater then the pain could have. With tears in eyes I removed the gag and the blindfold and crawled towards Kim. Claire and I were both just inches away from the boots of our old friend when she started to talk again:

“As you have learned just now, it’s no longer up to you to decide what you do or feel. The expectation of pain is sometimes greater then the pain itself. Rule number four is: Expect to be disciplined and punished, but never want it.”

Kim moved a bit towards us, lifted our hands with her hands and looked us in the eyes, mine still wet with tears.

“As to the last rule of this day. This rule is not to define a certain protocol, but to define who you are while you are here. Make sure that you remember this rule, as it will be part of tomorrows training. Say the raule up loud to make it your own mantra. This is the rule: your purpose is simple. your are to further your growth as directed and be pleasing to Me at all times. Complete obedience is natural and expected, and your main goal is to function as an extension of My will and body, serving in whatever ways I desire.”

Kim repeated the rule two times, to make sure we got it.

“Pierre will pick you up form the hallway shortly to take you to your quarters. You will take a luke warm shower and sleep on the blankets next to the bed. You will not talk to each other. There is a small alarmclock in the room. Tomorrow at six you will get up. You both know the way around the house, so I don’t have to explain anything there. you (Kim looked at me) will start to tidy this room. And you will start to make breakfast. I feel like croissants with honey. At 7:30 sharp you will both be outside the master bedroom, on your knees, dressed in the clothes you got earlier. You will hold the plate and wait until Pierre will guide you in.”

Kim got up, but just before she walked away, she said: “From this moment on, until the day you decide to leave or I send you away, you will call me Mistress. If you think of me, think not of me as Kim. For you Kim no longer exists. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress” we both said.

“All right then. From this moment on, you John will be known as aydo. This is your temporary slave name. Your temp name, Claire, is aya. These names are not really names, but describe the position in my society you now hold. It means Servant and Female Servant. Since your relation towards each other is now less important then your relation to me, you will call each other brother and sister. Now leave”.

We left and as Mistress had said, Pierre came to the hallway not a second later.

“brother, sister”, he said “follow me to your quarters. They now are your servants quarters and no longer the guest quarters.” As we went into the our quarters we didn’t say a word.

“To honor my Mistress, please call me brother too” Pierre said.

“brother!” we both said.

After taking our short shower we fell to sleep in just a few minutes.