Avis's Collection (Closed)

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven grinned as he watch his guest and pet interact, in a polite, but not warm professional tone. His jezebel would come around, once she had to stop thinking of the girl as competition and more as a team mate. Almost everything he had planned would require cooperation between the two subs, to earn any praise. Even parts of her reward tonight would involve the other woman.

Taking his own wine glass eh sat, and began eating, which allowed the other two do being as well. In his home everyone started and ended their days well fed. “Dear lydia, you and I got to know each other a bit at the party, but why don't you tell jezebel about yourself? I am sure she is curious about the woman I brought into her life.”

He took a long sip of wine, swirled it in his glass, and then added, “And after you girls have introduced yourselves, you can tell each other what you think of the other. Any fears, or anticipations. And I know I need not remind either of you how much I value honesty in my house.”

He resumed eating, with a grin on his face. Even he did not know fully what might come of this, but it didn't matter. It needed to be done, and such honesty would prove challenging what staring the other in the face.

 

[PaintaPicture]

The food was delicious but the momentarily silence was killing her. It was finally broken but the smooth but strong voice of Master Avis. His request of her introducing herself felt like a challenge; she honestly didnt know what to say. She set her fork down and took a sip of wine and then listened to what he then wanted them to do. What she liked about Jezebel, fears, what she anticipated? She didnt know she'd have to open up this much. It felt like a lot but she would do what she was asked.

"Well...i'm 21 years old, I will be 22 in a few months and I work at a law firm. I was with my previous Mistress for quite some time but it has been 9 months since i've seen her...when she left. Was there anything else you'd like to know?"
She paused and looked at Master Avis and then thought some more. What else did he want her to say? Her astrological sign and what her favorite color was? She was so unsure of herself it was becoming noticeable.

She straightened her back and gave a soft smile and took another sip of wine.
"So Jezebel, your Master Avis has told me some things about you but i'd love to learn more."
She took another bite of food looking to the sub across the table from her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel sipped at her drink, her gaze remained on her fork as she slowly toyed with her food. The sound of Steven’s voice and his request made her glance up and then over to the other sub. She felt her body tense as she thought of all she wanted to say about how she felt. She wasn’t ready to admit her fears to Steven, let alone admit them to the woman across from her. . .this stranger that had just walked into her life with no warning from the man she’d trusted for over a year. She licked her lips, swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to listen to the soft-spoken stranger.

After Lydia shared with her some of her tidbits concerning her life, Jez knew it was her turn. “I’m 23,” she told her, then sipped at her drink again. “I’ve been with Master Avis for a year. We met at a restaurant, well he saw me and then told me I’d meet him later. I did and we’ve been together since.”

She then looked at Steven, the hurt was clearly written on her face. She spoke again, still aiming her conversation at Lydia, but keeping her gaze on that of her lover and Master. “Master, wants to know our fears and anticipations. Right now, I don’t anticipate anything. I was... I was anticipating a night of rewards, but honestly... and that is something Master demands, honesty... I don’t want them, or desire them right now. Honestly... I would have expected my Master to inform me of your arrival before you were settled in the kitchen. I would have expected him to tell me and ask me or at least hint about it, but there was nothing. I would have wanted to be reassured that I wasn’t being replaced, that I hadn’t done something to warrant your arrival, that I hadn’t stopped pleasing him in some way.”

Tears fell from her eyes as she spoke. She feared his anger and his disappointment, but she was more hurt than she’d realized and her Master didn’t seem to care. He was a strong man, this she knew but what he’d done was unfeeling and in her mind unfair. Perhaps she wasn’t cut out to be a submissive after all. She rose from the table, dropping her fork and bowed her head. She knew she was in trouble, but she also knew she couldn’t sit there anymore. To leave the table without permission was going to cost her, but the punishment she decided may help to take her mind off of her hurt filled heart.

“Lydia,” she said, turning her blotchy face back to the woman. “I’m not angry with you or hold any ill will toward you at all. You had no clue, He didn’t tell me about you... this isn’t your fault.” Jaynnah spun around and ran from the room, made her way to her own sanctuary and shut the door. Her hand hovered over the lock, but she pulled her fingers away. Running out on dinner was punishment enough, locking her Master out would have gotten her the beating of a lifetime.

Slowly she made her way to the connecting bathroom, stripped off her clothes and started her bath water, slipping in before it was even ready. Her hands came up to cover her face; she cried into them.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia sat and ate as she listened to Jezebel. She thought the small 'story' of how her and Mater Avis had met was sweet. But as she continued things became less sweet. Jez was completely honest, and it was rather admirable, but as her tears came Lydia put her fork down. She felt just awful for being there now, making Jezebel feel so hurt was not something she had hoped for.

But Jez's words as she left the room werent very comforting. She still felt like it was all her fault. lydia took another sip of wine and looked over at Master Avis to see what his reaction was to his pet's actions.
"It was not my intention to cause this, maybe i should leave...I dont want to cause any more drama in your home."

She was scared for saying it to him. She wanted to stay strong and not leave, but other subs crying was never something she wanted. Lydia straightened herself in her seat. Knowing her manners, she wouldnt leave the table until she was told too. She kept her eyes low but her head up, still not wanting to disrespect Master Avis but wanting this awkward moment to end.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

As lydia spoke first, obviously with some reservation, or just discomfort over such open ended instructions to speak, he wondered how much she had been allowed to vocalize with her Mistress. Still, he thought it was a valiant effort, and was pleased, as he continued to eat.

That was, until jezebel spoke. But even being called down in front of their guest would have earned little more then a private talking to – she was right, he always demanded honesty. But leaving the table was completely out of line. It was all he could do, closeting his eyes and practicing some calming breathing exercises, to keep his temper from flaring.

In contrast to the the rage inside him, he sat there and finished his meal, setting the silverware down across the plate, and pushed away the glass of wine – despite the urge to drink it all down.

“No, there will be no need to leave. She has a point, she may have deserved more notice, which I had intended to provide. But you showed up earlier then I could foresee. That is not your problem or fault, but apparently my issue to deal with.”

He rose gracefully from his seat, dabbed his mouth with the cloth napkin, and let it fall over his empty plate. “Please, finish enjoying your meal, then clean the table up. After that you may explore the house to become acquainted with your surroundings - all save my bedroom, and jezebel's. It seems I have a sub to put in her place. I hope you do not think this is how things typically run here – I myself am quite surprised by her audacity.”

Having excused himself as much as he would from a sub's presence Steven made his way up to jezebel's room, and entered without announcing himself. He shut the door and instantly heard the sobs coming from the bathroom. Walking past her discarded garments, and into the bathroom where she sat in the tub weeping, he just looked at her, keeping the many and often conflicting emotions inside him hidden from his face.

“You know, your point about any error on my part, real or imagined, was rather negated by this display, wouldn't you agree?” He wondered again, how close she'd come to grabbing the bag and money in the coat closet and leaving. She hadn't so she obviously had some expectation of staying, at least long enough to hear him out.

“The party, over a week gone, was interrupted. But for it you were prepared to be offered up to other Dom's, men and women alike – as well as work with other subs. You were warned, groomed, and made ready for these things, which I had deemed necessary in your training. I want to open you up to yet more experiences. I will always push your limits, all this you know already. What made you think that just because the party had ended, that those goals were abandoned?”

He lifted her collar from the counter, where she had placed it to keep it safe and dry. The bow on it reminded him how delicate his favorite sub, ever, could be, and why he enjoyed her so much. Letting some softness into his voice, “I did mean to give you more warning, in fact I hadn't expected her to arrive for a few more hours yet, but that is past now. You should know that you are irreplaceable my pet. Even were I to collect a dozen other subs, it would only augment the joy you bring me. You are, and will be, my favorite achievement. The prefect submissive. Keep that in mind, at all times.”

Steven turned to face her, squatting down, nearly at her level. “Do you understand? Her being here is not a punishment, but an opportunity.” Living up to his own code of honesty, he shared his thoughts about the other sub with his pet, “My feelings for her are currently a mix of sorrow for her, and sorrow for the waist of a good sub without a Master. I see her as an opportunity. True, I find her attractive, but remember that does not mean I find you at all less attractive. You are mine, my precious pet, she but a guest, though a welcome one. There will be more guests, in time. I want you to get to know, and if you can, befriend, lydia. I think you both could use a friend right now.”

He stood again, looking down on his naked pet, and smiled, waiting for any response.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She hated how he did that. Walked in and made sense. Jezebel wiped at her tears, knowing her face was anything but pretty at that moment. It was red, blotchy and very unappealing at least in her mind it was. Her lower lip still shook as she tried to comprehend all he had said. He had a logical explanation for not telling her... it was in fact not his fault after all, but the woman’s downstairs. “Impatient,” she said to herself, making sure to keep her mouth closed; she’d done enough damage already.

Jezebel rose from the tub. The water slipped easily down her trim body. She stepped from its heated depths and looked down at her Master’s feet. “I apologize for my outburst Master, but not for my emotions. You hurt me, far more than you ever have before.” She wiped at the stray tear that fell. “I should have asked to speak privately with you and I am sorry I didn’t. I will apologize to Lydia when you allow me to see her again.”

“The party was hard, Master. It was the first time I saw you with another, and we never really got to discuss it because of the break-in. This of course isn’t your fault, but obviously whatever you wanted to happen didn’t happen. I am still willing to have my limits pushed and I’m still willing to try and please you. I was just stunned and I responded as any woman would, Master. I am after all still a woman.”

Jezebel shivered as the water on her flesh began to cool and her body was forced to air dry. “I don’t need a friend though,” she whispered. “I haven’t needed one since you came into my life.”

 

[PaintaPicture]

He didnt want her to leave, but she almost felt the need to now. It was all her fault, she came early and broke another sub's heart. She wasnt a good sub, she had been told it before. She sighed after Master Avis left and she picked up the dishes and cleaned the table off, washing the plates and such. She then walked back to her room and into the bathroom.

Fixing her hair, taking the pins out and letting her long waves of dark hair fall to her shoulder blades. She brushed it out and then put it into a pony tail and fixed her make-up more.

Adjusting her outfit, she walked out into the hall, remembering to put her purse and bag and such in the hall closet and then saw Jez's. Lydia then continued her walk of the house. Seeing a few toys here and there, and that it was way bigger than her tiny appartment. Her mind tryed not to think of all the events that had just unfolded, and that it wasnt her fault. But she still felt awful.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He smiled, knowing his words had struck home. “Yes my pet, you are but a woman, and as such certain things will be hard to accept, at least at first. I know this, but those are some of the very limits we must push, and alter. You are mine, and I cherish you as such. I want, eventually, for that fact alone to be enough for you – whether or not I enjoy others, or let you be used by someone else. You will learn that no matter what physical acts are done, it is your submission to me that I love. Your willingness to please me, by doing whatever it is I see fit.”

He cupped her chin in his hand, and raised her head to look in his eyes. “Learning to love being tied up and serve one man is easy compared to learning to love these ideas that general society has told us all is wrong will be hard. I will be hard on you to learn them, but only because I know it is best.”

he left go of her chin, and stepped back, admiring her body. Such a beautiful creature! “I want you to collect your thoughts, and when ready, braid your hair, and come downstairs. I will have whatever you need to wear in the living room, so you need not worry about that.”

She would know, that being stripped of anything 'girlie' or 'frilly' was only to be expected after her display. Any other punishments, if any, would await downstairs – but at the very lest she had to earn the right to look like a bondage princess again.

He left the bathroom, putting several items into a bag from the shelves and hooks where various toys and restraints were kept. Once done he poked his head back in on her, “Remember you are my mine, pet. Everything I do here will be for your benefit. If I wanted to hurt you, you would know it. There would be no doubt. I think that is what happened to lydia, she was purposely hurt. I'm not sure why, or if that is even the intent, but it was the result.”

He sighed, after having mentioned the other sub again, “Not to be alarming, or even melodramatic, but I will not always be here. You do need friends Jezebel, and I want you to have them. Having others in your life does not take away from your commitment to me.”

With that he left, to find lydia roaming the house, the tap of her heels against the hard floors easy to follow. Coming up from behind, he greeted her, “Hello lydia, did you enjoy the house? Sorry I could not provide a more personal tour. My pet will be down shortly. I assure you matters are settled, and everything is ok. She was shocked, that is all. I still want you here, and she will see you as an opportunity, if not friend at first.”

He shook the bag in his hand, the rustle leather and chime of metal hinted at what lay inside. “Tonight I want you to be my assistant while I deal with her. You will be rewarded based on how well you help, while she will be rewarded only for how she reacts to anything I have planned. All will happen, one way or another. Do you still agree?”

He handed her the leather duffel bag, knowing if she took it from him, it was agreement enough.

 

[PaintaPicture]

She turned around suddenly seeing Master Avis and muscled a smile at seeing him. She had loved the house and nodded at his asking. She thought it was lovely and big! When he moved onto what was going to happen that night and what had happened at dinner she was slightly confused. If that was Jez shocked...she didnt want to see the woman angry or pissed.

He then said friend. She hadnt had another submissive friend in sometime. She knew Lady Amanda as a friend, but that was one of the few. She had a handful of friends from college and at work but outside of that, very few. But having a sub as a friend, like Jezebel would be nice; atleast she thought so.

What he was said next kind of freaked her out. To be his assistant was something she had never done. Assisting another Dom with his own sub was slightly strange but she would do it. Saying 'no' just really wasnt in her vocabulary. She took the bag from him and felt that it was slightly heavy and nodded. She would help him and probably get pushed out of her comfort zone, but she would do it. Lydia then waited for his next words.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She shouldn't have been surprised that he was not finished with the evening. She felt a mixture of gladness as well as disappointment. Honestly she didn't know which was more prominent in her musings. Jezebel wanted to crawl into bed and end the night with tears and sleep. She'd humiliated herself, but that she could deal with. She'd humiliated her Master though and in front of another, something she felt she deserved punishment for, not anything else.

Jezebel continued to sniffle and wipe at tears as she braided her hair. She didn't feel good at all. Her stomach muscle were tight and her body tense. She simply wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She was young and her melodramatic ways had lessened since meeting Steven, but she still had a tendency to feel strongly about something. Failing... that was something she would strive to not do and she'd already done it, thus ruining her night.

Once her hair was braided she washed her face with cold water and closed her eyes, took several calming breaths and thought of various types of birds. The technique was one she'd been taught by her Master and she did find it comforting to imagine the graceful creatures as they soared through her mind. When she opened her eyes, she was ready to face the music and the other sub. She still wasn't sure about this whole friend nonsense her Master spoke of. She'd not had friends since meeting him, opting to leave her past behind and begin new with him. Maybe he was right again and it would be good to have another woman in her life... but one that was going to eventually fuck her Master?! Jezebel shuddered at the thought, felt the pinprick of a tear and willed it away.

“One step at a time,” she whispered to herself and put one foot in front of the other, eventually making her way downstairs and to her Master's side, where she assumed her submissive stance and waited for permission to speak either to him or to Lydia. She knew the girl would be surprised by her nakedness and the longer she stood there, the more ashamed she became. Her red hair added to the bright hue of her blushing complexion. She fought to remain still and ramrod straight as she waited to be noticed.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Please, but not surprised she took the bag, he noted her expression that he figured meant she felt in over her head. Good, they should both feel a little lost, it should bring them together faster.

“Good,” was all he said before the soft footfalls of naked feet were heard behind him – stooping just behind him where he knew he would turn and find a completely nude jezebel. With a grin he stepped aside, and turned, so that both he and lydia could stare at a blushing jez. “Welcome back pet.” he made no comments about her earlier actions, or the time it took her to come downstairs. Talking about it would only make her defensive, leaving it unsaid let the embarrassment sink in. The nervous anticipation in the room was tangible, and he just went on grinning.

“Doesn't she look delightful, even completely unadorned? Well, she is missing one thing.” Steven reached down to unzip the duffle bag in lydia hand, and withdrew a thick, 4 inch posture collar. The extreme looking item was pure black, with two rows of rings around the collar – the two O-rings centered, and two D-Rings to either side of the neck. Two buckles that could, and would accept locks served to secure the harsh collar. This he brought before jezebel, then slide it under her chin – stepping around behind her to make sure it was snuggly buckled against her throat. He withdrew two small, plain brass locks from his pocket, and applied them to jezebel's collar. With the device on, her chin was forced rather high in the air, but her eyes remained dutifully down.

“There, that is much better my pet. You stated that you do not wish your rewards this night, and so it shall be. Tonight you are a mere toy for my amusement. You will have to earn each of your prettier gifts back, as well as any liberties previously granted. Your reward night will come after you have earned everything back. To do this, you will learn the lessons I wish of you, and depending on how fast, and how you behave throughout these lessons.”

He looked her up and down, running his fingers across her exposed body, before finally pulling her restrained head into a deep, forceful kiss. When his passionate lips and tongue were finished with her, his hand ran lovingly over her check before he stepped back. “Until you earn otherwise, you are now 'toy'.” He'd lowered her status before, for training reasons or just for certain play, but even he knew he'd never done so for so long. Exactly how long would be up to her, and he figured, and hoped it would not be long at all – she could usually be inspired to be fierce in her training, and through this latest display, there would be no question in her mind that that was what he wanted.

“lydia, in the bag you now hold, are the rest of the items toy will need for her lessons. Please help her put them on.” Inside the bag were cuffs, for wrists, ankles, elbows and thighs, as well as a belt – all of which matched the heavy posture collar already on the sub, with their plain black leather and double rows of rings and locking buckles. Also inside were all the locks, but not the keys, to the restraints, and a locking ball gag.

Steven made his way across the room and sat down in a large, comfortable leather chair, as he watched the girls interact.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia slowly took the situation in. She held the bag and watched as the naked sub walked downstairs. Listening to what Master Avis said she didnt speak. She heard everything he was saying to herself and to Jezebel and watched his actions. He put the collar on her and she watched, never having had that kind used on her before it didnt look overly comfortable. He explained a few things and looked over his pet, almost re-inspecting her.

He then kissed her so passionately. A kiss she used to share with her Lady and she wanted something like that again. But as it lasted her eyes darted away, not wanting to look but at the same time wanting to see the bond the two shared. Lydia was then given her task and she nodded.

Walking over to Jezebel she set the bag down and looked up at the sub.
"Let me know if i make any of them too tight..."
She said softly as she took the ankle cuffs out kneeling on the ground and fastening them. She then took the cuffs out for her thighs helping put them on. Her hands being as soft as they could on Jezebel, but making the cuffs snug. Helping her with the rest of what was in the bag, she made sure everything fit nicely and securely. She faced Master Avis and nodded at him.

She waited for his next orders or for him to come inspect everything, whatever he wanted she hope he'd act or speak soon. She was getting nervous, this was a new experience and hoped to God it would go smoothly.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel remained perfectly still as Lydia did her part in her Master’s game. The name stung, because of how she’d ‘earned’ it. Being ‘toy’ wasn’t a bad thing under normal circumstances, but this wasn’t normal. Jezebel had acted out, which would have garnered a punishment less severe, but to have done so in front of another person, a guest no less, someone her Master had invited into their home, made the punishment only more fitting. She still felt hurt, but knew it was her pain to deal with, her Master had moved on.

Jezebel knew that was one of the reasons she could never be a Mistress to another. She didn’t have the ability to just accept things and move on. She had to analyze them, feel them, dwell on them and eventually hurt when her mind and soul cried for pain.

When the final buckle was in place and Lydia moved away, Jezebel continued to remain still. She sucked on the ball gag and swallowed the now plastic tasting saliva in her mouth. Out of all the toys her Master owned, this one was the one she hated more than anything. The ability to completely trust him was what the ball gag spoke of. With it in place she could not speak the safe word. This however isn't why she disliked this particular fetish of her lover's. Jezebel had a fear of losing her breath, gagging, drowning, anything that made her fight to breath made her pulse race. Her gag ball aided her fear. Avis however had overtime, helped her over come her fears, at least for the most part, but a part of her would still panic.

She never cared for the collar her Master was using either, he knew this and had probably added it to the collection because he knew her discomfort. She was curious as to what would come next, but she asked no questions. She would though allow Lydia her part in this night, just as her Master wanted her to. Whatever he wanted of her, she’d comprehend, agree, and carry out.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven watched as the new girl shyly buckled, and locked his pet in her heavy restraints. He said nothing throughout the short, but arousing show – letting the pull of leather, and chime of steel rings be the only soundtrack.

When his toy was well secured, and every lock placed on every restraint, he clapped his hands together. “Very good, she looks delightful, doesn't she lydia? I especially like the way that white ball contrasts her naturally pink lips.” It was the only think on his pet that was not black leather, polished steel or a brass lock.

“My toy has no limits that we have yet reached, and while she can't use a safe word with that gag in place, her body would be easy to read for a pubescent high school band nerd.” All this he said as he rose and walked casually to the two subs, attaching a plain steel chain link leash to jezebel's collar. He absentmindedly handed the leather loop of the leash's handle to lydia, and inspected each cuff on his sub's body. They were, of course, perfect – none too tight to restrict blood flow, but certainly none were too loose, or even remotely escapable. After the inspection Steven unceremoniously pressed two fingers deep into his toy's pussy, which was uncharacteristically dry. Raising his eye brow at her, “My my, you are scared. You're typically dripping by the time you're all locked up.”

He shrugged it off, and walked toward the largest room in the house – the main 'play room'. “Bring her.”

While he waited for the girls to follow, Steven removed his suit jacket, tie, and unbuttoned the first few buttons. He was just rolling his sleeves up when they entered through he double doors. “lydia dear, be a doll and add a blindfold to My toy, and guide her to the center of the room, right below that large ring in the ceiling. You may then get the suspension bar from off the wall, and lock My toy's wrists to it.”

He stood beside the wall with various whips, floggers, and other implements of sensations to be imposed on his sub, but he would touch none of them until the blindfold was in place – not wanting to give her a hint.

“She trusts me, probably because she loves me. I don't tell her often how much that love is returned – in my own way. She'll know, deep down, that anything that happens tonight is out of that trust, and love. Even if I had the local football team come take their turns with her, I think she'd ultimately trust I had a plan. Do you think that is a good sub, or a fool?” All his words were spoken to lydia, but many of course were aimed at his pet who could not speak.

Smiling to disarm the severity of the conversation, “Relax girl, we're all going to have fun before the night is out.”

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia nodded to Master Avis in reply to his question, Jezebel did look delightful as he said in the cuffs on her body. She felt a bit better once he inspected and found everything to his liking. But when he snapped the leash on and handed it to her she almost dropped it. She looked up at him then at Jezebel then back at the ground. She had held her own leash before but never that of another subs. He touched his toy momentarily and she saw the slightly disapointed look on his face from her lack of wetness. Lydia took a deep breath as he walked into the other room and was commanded to bring Jez.

She took the leash and touched the womans arm gently and walked with her into the room. As he explained to her what she was to do with jezbel she nodded.
"yes Master."
She walked and got a blind fold placing it on and then slowly guiding her to the center of the room making sure she had her balance she walked and got the bar locking it to her wrists just as she was told to. She took a few steps back and looked at Master Avis.

She figured his question of a sub or a fool was retorical and didnt say anything. She did however get a slight smile when he mentioned love. She thought it was a beautiful thing, and missed it greatly. But the smile soon faded and her focus came back to the room around her. She tryed to relax her body, then she thought about jez and how she was doing. Lydia's eyes scanned her body seeing her nervousness. Two scared subs in one room, with a confident Master; this would be one interesting night.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel, for the first time was glad the ball gag was in place as her Master touched her sex and proclaimed her “scared”. “Fuck yes!” she was scared, she wanted to scream at him. She still wanted to cry, crawl into a hole and bury herself in her pity. She was young and Avis was the only man she’d given herself to completely. He’d taken her independence and she’d given it willingly, but still there were days she wanted to rebel. She wanted to yell at him and tell him he was an unfeeling ass, but thank god for ball gags, because if any of those words spilled out, she might as well grab the bag and the money and leave.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye shrug off her fear and the fight in her that had momentarily presented itself disappeared. Once more he was the dominating force and her emotions were not an issue. It was the hardest thing about being a sub, this... deal with it and get over it sense that Avis expected. She swallowed again, tasting the rubber. She heard the click of the leash and the words that Lydia was to lead her. She thought nothing of it, not surprised in the least. After all, Lydia was supposed to help. She followed willingly and then bit the ball gag when she heard about the blindfold.

“Going all out,” she hissed in her mind and closed her eyes on the pain of once again not knowing what he contemplated for her. Before Lydia placed the cloth over her eyes Jezebel glanced at her. She knew the tears were there and she knew the other sub could see them. She also saw the girl’s worry and Jezebel wanted to tell her she wasn’t angry with her. In reality she wasn’t angry with Steven either, she was just frustrated and hurt, scared and at that moment she felt very much alone, even though there were two others in the room.

Her eyesight was stolen from her and then her Master spoke again. Lydia worked the bars in place and moved away when she was done. Jezebel waited with suspended breath and then her Master spoke again, this time of love. .He never really said the words to her, another thing she had to get used to. Not all men said, “I love you.” She had to take what she could get though and the softness of his voice helped to relax her somewhat.

She also did trust him, that was obvious from her willingness to still stand before him, stripped of all her finery and let another woman, a stranger no less play with them. She could have said no and walked away, but she trusted him to protect her and not do anything to harm her. Those thoughts also helped to ease her mind and she tried desperately to think of other things besides the thought, “Let’s just get this the fuck over with.”

 

[One Eyed Jack]

As if to prove his statement, jezebel's body relaxed slightly, an outward sign of how she faired against the battle within her own mind. Their guest seemed to shrink back into herself, fear obvious on her face, but also what he was really looking for – compassion.

He walked over to his now bound sub, and lifted the bar her wrists were attached to up above her head, and secured the ring in it's center to a ring in the ceiling by a length of chain that he had lowered with a touch of a button. With another button, the chain was pulled up, and kept her arms stretched, lifting her until she was on the balls of her feet. While he was so close, he whispered in her ear, “That isolated feeling you have, that is me winning. You will become the prefect sub, just as you want to be, but you will need help to get there. Let that add to your dilemma, that even when I am cruel, it is for your benefit.”

He backed away, smiling at the look of his toy on display – helpless, his favorite visual fetish. But she needed one more thing before he could begin, and so left the room to get something that was not typically stored there. Returning with a pair of large headphones that would completely cover the ears, and a MP3 player, he tested this new restraint, pleased at the selection on the device, and then put the headphones on his jezebel, drowning out sounds in her world except that of Orff's Carmina Burana playing loudly for her alone.

“With the exception of touch, she is cut off from the world. She can anticipate nothing, but will fight herself in her own head. In the end her base body responses will win out and all this fighting, this doubt will be washed away, at least for the moment, when she gives in completely to the moment.”

With a wicked grin he went over to the wall where the various tools hung, and pulled off two relatively short floggers made of reasonably soft leather. “I imagine you know the feel of one of these, but were you ever shown how to use one? I do not want her to know what is going on, or from who she receives sensations.”

His grin was truly devious, but not threatening, as he handed one of the floggers toward lydia.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel wanted to scream and she even might have, she wasn’t sure, since the music in her head was now drowning out her moans of aggravation. She hated this music. It was ominous and she was already feeling that way, especially since her Master had whispered in her ear, words she expected only she heard. Why was it always about who won with him? She growled in her throat as the words continued to haunt her emotions.

She was left there suspended in an uncomfortable position while two people, one she trusted and one she prayed her Master knew well enough to trust too, paraded around her. At least she thought they paraded around her. She didn’t know really. They could have walked out of the room. Music rallied its way between her ears and she shook her head slightly, which did her little since she wore the high necked collar. “Winning.”

His word ran circles in her mind and tears sprang up only to be pushed back as she thought of his voice just before he cut off her sense of hearing. It had been quiet, and somewhat menacing. She was slowly growing angry with her Master and the desire for self pity was being replaced with rage. She was not enjoying this, she growled in her head, but kept her sounds to herself. Or did she, she wondered as she listened to the evil words of some lack wit composer. Garth Brooks would have been better.... She tried to hum a tune, but failed miserably as some half-assed bass player suddenly erupted between her ears.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia stood to the side as everything took place before here. Master Avis was going all out for her punishment, taking away her sight and hearing while she was basically being held from the ceiling was something lydia had never been through. For her punishments she was usually tyed up very uncomfortably. But tonight was not about her punishment. It was about Jezebel's. Maybe Master Avis was testing lydia, to see how far she could be pushed.

The deviant look on his face was terrifying! She was glad jezebel couldnt see it. She then knew why she was scared of it more than other things.
"Master, i've never been taught to use one, or hold one really."
She took the flogger in her hands and let her long thin play with the leather. She of course had felt their sting but had never inflicted it upon another person.

She walked a bit closer to him and looking up at him. She felt like a small child at her first day of school. Learning new things was always fun, but this was something she thought she'd never learn, or ever be offered the chance to. But she gave Master Avis a small reassuring smile that she wasnt as nervous as she looked. It was a fake smile, but one non the less.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

“Don’t worry, I want her to be unable to tell the difference between anything you do, and I do, so we will use the easiest method.”

He grabbed the ends of all the tails in one hand, and the end of the handle in the other, pulling the tails tight. With just his wrist, he rotated the handle smoothly, but swiftly, until the leather strands broke free of his grip and landed on lydia’s corset.

“Just that easy, direct blows, do not let the tails wrap around any part of the body – I do not want my pet’s flesh truly marred tonight. By morning she should be nothing but pure porcelain skinned once more. Can you manage this?”

He left her to deliver the first blow to the bound and uncomfortable slave, using the technique he had just showed the new sub. She could join in once she felt comfortable. The goal was not to hurt, or punish jezebel, only to make her consider what was happening. Another was lightly flogging her, along with her master. Another might fuck her, with or with out him. Another might do nothing but watch, but these were all things for her to accept, and him to decide. For now she was to dwell in her isolation, while her master let another touch her, and beyond touch, she might never know.

“lydia, once I give the word to stop, I want you to go lower the crank, so that my pet might rest on her knees. Her punishment is over, I wish her to learn, and to accept my choice for her to have a friend in you. As I told you before, you task is to be her friend, as she will truly need it in this weeks training.”

He paused his flogging of jezebel long enough to grab the ring in lydia’s collar, forcing her into a deep and unexpected kiss. “Don’t worry, we’re going to have fun, all of us. I did not have you drive up here only to help train another submissive. You are claimed, if only temporarily, by a master that will see to your proper use, and needs.”

He then nodded back at that bound woman, and resumed landing light stings of leather on her skin, indicating that Lydia should too. After a few short moments of this, he ended it, signaling lydia to lower his pet to her knees.

 

[PaintaPicture]

She listened and watched Master Avis intently as he explained to her what was going to happen and how to do what he wanted her too. The action was simple and she new she could manage it, anything else beyond flogging and she knew she'd be screwed. She thought to herself as she started to get more nervous, direct blows, right.
"Yes sir, I can manage that."
She said it with hesitation but with some confidence. She really really didnt want to let him down, she used to be told on a regular basis she was a screw up, and was constantly a dissapointment. But she tryed not to think of that.

Once he gave her the signal to start she did. It was an odd experience and she wasnt enjoying it in the slightest. But she tryed to do it exactly at the strength Master Avis was, but obviously it wasnt close. He spoke again and she received her second set of intructions to lower jez to her knees when they stopped. As well as becoming her friend; from what lydia could already tell, jez didnt want to have a friend, especially one that invaded on her space. But if it was what Master Avis wished, maybe they could become friends atleast for a short while.

His next move however was surprising and slightly painfull. She felt her head whipped towards his and at the end of her whip-lash her lips were mashed into his. Her heart beat raced for a moment until he broke off and sweet smile formed on her face, not having felt that sensation in quite some time, especially from a man. But she then lost the smile quickly after being taught not too in the presence of a Master or Mistress and her eyes traveled quickly back towards the ground as well. His next words were very reassuring and one word especially caught her attention, 'claimed'. She hadnt heard it in so long and wanted to be his, even if, as he said it was temporarily.

He then walked back over to his pet and began again with the flogging and as she was signaled to join back in she did. Remembering the technique as well as watching Master Avis. When he stopped and she did as well she lowered Jez to her knees as asked and then walked back over to Master Avis.
"Sir, what would you like me to do next?"
She lifted her head slightly to talk to him but mostly kept it down and her eyes on the ground. She wanted so badly to please him and make him happy, not to be a dissapointment to anyone ever again.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

With the light flogging over, which was meant as stimulation, not outright pain, and his jezebel lowered to her knees, he stepped in behind her with a short bar. The Bar was quickly clipped to each of her thigh restraints, forcing her legs apart. To add to this, he locked her ankles together, and pulled her forward so that her arms and body stretched back from the suspension bar her wrists were still attached too.

The display pleased him, except for the ear phones which added nothing to the lewd position he left his pet in. These he removed, so that his sub could hear his words once more.

“jezebel, My pet, you do well, and look wonderful. Your punishment is over, you've had time enough to think on things, left alone to your thoughts. However, I'm not going to release you until I see you squirm around in your bonds through an orgasm – it's a sight I never tire of.”

Steven walked over to the wall of toys, and pulled out a powerful wand style 'massager' – the kind that have been rocking women's world for years. He plugged in the long cord, poured lube on the round head, and handed the device to lydia. “Make her come, and you will be rewarded.”

He then pulled up a comfortable chair, and sat down to watch the show.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia watched intently as Jez was put in the provoctive posistion that seemed to please Master Avis. As the headphones we removed and he spoke lydia stepped back slightly and heard his talk of her orgasm. She figured she'd get to watch him pleasure her somehow but his next moves were far from what she was thinking.


As Master Avis took one the toys she had always wanted, plugged it in and lubed it she got excited. But as he handed it to her and was told to make his pet cum she got nervous all over again. She did badly want a reward but hadnt much 'practice' in pleasing a woman recently. She held it in her hand and then walked over to Jez kneeling down on the ground herself as she gently stroked her side and her lower stomach. She then sucked on 2 of her fingers ans gently massaged the bound womans soft folds, letting her get used to her touch. She then moved the massager to it's first setter and let it softly sit on Jez's clit. She moved it up and down slowly, being bit of a tease with it.

She turned the setting up a bit and she slipped a finger into her tightness and stroked her in that way as well. Lydia then paused for a moment and removed the blindefold that was covering her eyes, letting her see what was going on; she then looked into Jez's eyes and gave her a tiny smile. She turned the wand up another level and pushed her finger inside of her deeper. She continued this,turning the machine higher and slowly adding more fingers curling them inside of her. She didnt know how much longer the woman would last, if she was even close at all. Lydia prayed she could bring a satisfying orgasm for Jez.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel stared into Lydia’s eyes. Her face was flushed, her pupils dilated and small whimpers fell easily from her lips, but were drowned and muffled by the gag still wedged tight in her mouth. She’d had ‘suffered’ through the flogging. In the beginning it had been easy to tell who was who. The first initial strikes had been soft, but they had landed skillfully, something that was a sure sign to Jezebel that her Master was welding the ‘weapon’ of choice for the moment. Then the strikes became awkward and occasionally misplaced. This was her sign that the other woman had joined in.

Those strikes did little to Jezebel. They were more distracting because they were either placed in the wrong spot, or they weren’t hard enough to barely be noticed. The music in her head, she had actually been able to drown out with other thoughts, ones that revolved around her concentration of who was flogging her during the session. In time the punishment was over and she felt her body being forced in a more “relaxed” - if one could claim that - position. Her pulse was raised, but still she was not aroused. The flogging would normally have done that, but because of the inexperience of the woman and the frustrations of Jezebel’s emotions, sadly her Master still had not brought her to a point of want or need. If anything she felt more hurt and wounded than before.

Without any warning, Jezebel felt her Master’s hands against her cheeks. The headphones were removed and his breath caressed her skin as he spoke to her. Time alone for her thoughts? When was that? She wanted to ask him, but couldn’t. She hadn’t been left alone. She’d been forced to listen to some hillbilly spouting words that made no sense. Alone? Not quite.

She thanked God that her eyes were blindfolded, hiding the motion of rolling them, knowing that if her Master saw that then more punishment would be dished out. She opened them behind the cloth when she heard his “job” for Lydia. Pleasure her!? Her eyes grew wide, once more hidden from the others. She wanted to balk, to run and demand they stop. She wanted to go to bed and to end the evening, but she couldn’t. Deep inside she knew there was no way out of this game her Master desired.

Make me come, huh? Fuck that. She was angry again for being forced to take part in this torment. Could her Master not see how unhappy she was? Did he not care? She swallowed the saliva that had built up around the ball and shuddered as she waited to see what Lydia was going to do.

With sound returned to her, Jezebel listened for the other submissive to approach. She felt her presence and wanted to beg her to go away. Once more though, she couldn’t because of the gag. The soft touch of feminine hands on her made her jump, or jerk as much as one could in her bound position.

When the massager pressed against her sex, Jezebel cursed behind the gag. Not coming would not be an option for her. She knew the toy and knew it well. Anyone using this particular toy on her would get her to come. It was one of her favorite pieces and Master Avis knew it. His words echoed through her. “I'm not going to release you until I see you squirm around in your bonds through an orgasm – it's a sight I never tire of.” Yes, she’d come and she hated herself for it.

Lydia’s movements made Jezebel wiggle and thrash as best she could. She moaned and grunted around the gag, swallowing the spittle and clenching her eyes behind the blindfold. Then the blindfold was gone and Jezebel was left staring into Lydia’s face. A tear fell from her lids and why it was there spoke volumes, whether Avis saw it was lost to Jezebel, but she knew Lydia had seen it. Did the submissive in front of her understand why she was crying?

Lydia continued to gently assault Jezebel, until Jezebel’s body was forced to betray her heart’s desire. She closed her eyes tight and felt her orgasm pour from her. Sparks flew behind tightened lids and more tears fell. She shuddered violently and her pussy muscles clamped down tight on the woman’s fingers.

The climax continued as Lydia went on to bring her to another thrashing eruption. After two more explosions, Jezebel felt Lydia’s fingers slide out and the toy was taken away. Her breath was ragged. She turned her head into her shoulder and tried to wipe her tear-stained cheeks, but was failed in that attempt because of the collar she wore. Her face was beat red. She’d come for her Master’s pleasure, and certainly not her own. She opened her eyes and again stared at Lydia, then lowered her lids and waited for whatever Avis had planned next.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia was happy that she could bring the sub to her orgasm twice, but the happiness fled from her when she saw the tears running down the woman's soft cheeks. With the hand that wasnt covered in her juices she wiped the tears from her cheek after seeing the failed attempt at wiping them herself. She stood slowly turning the massager off and unplugging it

She then saw a towel and wiped her hands and the massager putting things where they needed to go. She looked down at Jez and saw the pain and hurt and couldnt help but feel sorry for her. This pain was partly her doing. But Master Avis had wanted them to be friend's so she'd try her hardest. She wish she could sit down with Jez and just have a nice one on one convorsation with her in a relaxed situation. Granted Lydia was still a shy girl but she had a tendencie to open up more when relaxed and not under pressure.

While waiting for Master Avis' next instructions she didnt look at jez directly in the eye, feeling guilty for causing her tears...again. She chewed on her lip nervously hoping things wouldnt get any more awkward. Then she rememered the reward she was told she would get if jez came, which she had. At that point she no longer wanted it, or felt she deserved it, whatever it was. She took a deep breath, adjusted her posture and waited silently.