BDSM Club (closed for sexymistress)

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Name: Braden Warner
Age: 40
Occupation: Owner proprietor of the Everton Club

Dealing with the white slave traders was a real pain but sometimes it became necessary. Through channels he learned that they were holding a young girl whom they were keeping in a dungeon-like facility north of the city. The slave traders were vicious; the girls were captured by any means available. They were often seized right off the street, then kept in miserable cages until they went to auction. The girls were no different than cattle in their eyes, and they used whips liberally on any who resisted. Braden had let them know that he was looking for a young redhead; the customers at the exclusive Everton Club would pay top dollar for one night with a pale skinned redhead. Especially the Japanese businessmen who had recently become members. The leader of the slave traders, a swarthy Portugese named Machado, had emailed that they had captured a girl who fit my needs.

The slaves were being kept in the cellar of a ranch house in the hills that surrounded the city. Machado sent directions to Braden along with an invitation to inspect the captive. After a one hour drive he was met by one of Machado's thugs. As he was led down the stairs he could hear sobbing from one of the cages. The captive, named Callie, had ugly welts from her mid-back to the middle of her thighs. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from her attempts to free herself from the metal shackles. Braden had been warned that she was a spirited young lady who hadn't learned anything from her floggings. Braden suspected that Callie was a bit of a masochist and that her bluster was a cover for her true submissive persona.

As Braden ran his hands over the young redhead, she tried to pull away from him. He responded by cracking her hard across her already sore ass. "Be still or there will be more, Miss" he ordered in a no-nonsense manner. He cupped and weighed her breasts in his hand and ran his palm across her shaven mound. Her body started to respond to his touch.

She refused to look at Braden as he began to expertly finger her vagina but her body gave her away. After he had delivered the blow to her young ass she had not resisted his touch. The nectar that had seeped from her entrance coated his fingers. When he dipped his finger into her pussy her muscles almost pulled him in. Braden knew that she was trainable, but it may take longer than the others.

"I will settle up with Machado" he told the thug. "When I return you will have dressed her in a robe fit for travel. "You are to have her handcuffed and her feet shall be bound. And I want salve applied to those welts. She is my property now and I don't want her marked". Machado accepted his offer of twenty five thousand dollars, payable in US currency. As he walked back to Callie's cage, he looked at a couple other captives. Their eyes were vacant and their bodies were bruised as a result of beatings at the hands of her captors. One lay in a fetal position while the other was spreadeagled and cuffed to the sides of her cage. Callie would end up just like them if she wasn't purchased.

 

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Earlier…
Hands were shaking as much as possible with the rope wrapped around them, darkness was present although she was sure it was day time outside the dark bag over her head. The deep breaths around her forced her to realize that there were other people around here as well. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks silently, worried about everything that was going on. How could she have been so foolish as to go out at night without anyone around. She should have known that things could have happened, her parents had always warned her about that. How could she have been so stupid as to think that the men who came to talk to her were really lost? There were too many and they seemed to have found her easily enough.

The car bumped and jolted to a halt, causing her to fall forward slightly, wincing as her head made contact with the seat infront of her. Trying to speak, she could only feel a cold plastic in her mouth and she whimpered against it, trying to move it so that she would be able to ask where they were, why they had taken her. However, it was stuck in place, drool now mixing with the tears on her pale white skin. One of the men grabbed her arm and pulled her from the car, putting her over his shoulder, now caring that her head bumped against his body painfully or that she began to feel dizzy and sick from the sudden change in position and movement.

A short time later...

No words, silence. Her hands were untied from the wall, only to be dragged to a different position in the room. Her feet tripped and stumbled over things on the ground, unsure if it was people or just her own feet. Finally they stopped and she was pushed to the ground. Chains and clamps kept her on her hands and knees. Without warning a loud crack sounded, the whip snapping neatly into her backside. Screams were drawn long and painfully from the pale woman's lips, her body trembling, her arms weak from the pain. The chains and clamps supported her body until the man had finished entirely, her back and behind burning in pain. Callie's dirty face had teary streaks running through them as she was untied from her bound and forced to walk once again. Sobbing loudly as she was dragged along, she was thrown to the floor, her hands changed around some kind of pole.

Presently…

How long had she been in here for? How many floggings had she been put through since her arrival? Her bright blue eyes were covered by the cloth over her eyes, her firm behind and back numb with pain and the cold air. Her skin was raw from the struggles to get free and they burned and smarted as much as her ass did. Sniffling, she rested her head against the cold pole she was wrapped around, trying to figure out how to get out of the vile area.

A door opened and her head turned toward the sound. What was happening? What was going on? As a pair of hands touched her body, she started to struggle, trying to pull herself closer to the pole. As a hand cracked down on her ass, she screamed in pain, crumpling up to try and prevent it. Tears continued to run down her cheeks as his hands move over her taut body, holding and squeezing her medium sized breasts, letting them go and letting them bounce. As his hand moved down further, she jumped and tried to stop him without moving much. Her damp womanhood had been shaven when she first arrived, still red and sore from it's first ever shaving. The man who had done it was far from gentle, caring little about the razor burn, saying it was her own fault for wiggling around as she had. Her legs and underarms had been waxed painfully, her hair braided in one long plait to keep it from hiding her form.

When his finger slipped into her, Callie let out a gasp trying to push the finger out of her with the remaining strength that she had left. Yet, as soon as she stopped, the finger just slide deeper into her body. As the man left the room, she looked around helplessly until another pair of hands undid her bounds. This time, they were soft and gentle, that of a woman.

Following the instructions the man had left, she was washed up properly, a soothing salve rubbed onto the deep marks that marred her ivory skin. The woman washed her hair over and tenderly shaved her pussy once again, wanting to ensure that she remained hairless for a little while longer, avoiding her Master's wrath. The girl dressed Callie in a simple cotton dress, no under garments, and retied her hands and feet with a rope, rather then chains.

When she was prepared properly, someone picked her up and carried her up and down sets of stairs before forcing her to sit down on something cold. Ice pressed against her behind as she was forced to sit and wait for her new Master to come and claim her. While it felt good on her sore and red ass, the ice was painfully cold as well against her bare womanhood. She felt like a piece of meat, left on ice, until it was ready to be used.

 

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Braden seethed inwardly when he came to lead Callie to the waiting limo. He had told Machado to have his maid ice the welts on her butt. The room they left her in was frigid and they had set her on one of the blocks of ice on the floor. Being bound hand and foot she couldn't even get her light skirt over her naked ass. It was a good thing that the limo from the Everton Club arrived promptly. Shamequa had brought Tony, a combination Bartender/Bouncer to help get her home.

Tony lifted her easily and placed her in her seat. He belted her in while Shamequa sat next to her. Tony got back in the driver's seat and they were we were on their way. Shamequa was the Club manager and Callie would become very familiar with her. She handed out disipline to any of the subs with glee. She could also be charming and romantic as she sought out her prey. Lilly white subs were a delicacy to her. Their porcelain skin turns pink so easily, and Shamequa was a maestro with a whip. She was also fiercely protective of her little subs. Braden had told Shamequa that the girl was to be treated gently until her wounds heal. She cares for her subs like a good nurse when they are hurt. Callie would be working under Shamequa, and she would call her "Mistress".

The training would be delayed by several days until she built her strength back enough to begin. She would need all of it,

 

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Shivering as she sat and waited with one of the men keeping watch on her, Callie tried to figure out what was happening. Licking her lips, she could feel the coldness in the room and she could feel her body shaking more and more. Finally, the door opened and she lifted her head up slowly at the sound and tried to keep from crying again.

When she was carried out to a car, she whimpered and rested her head against the soft seat. The motion of the car had always been soothing to her as a child and before she knew what had happened she was sound asleep, curled up as much as her bonds and the seat belt allowed her to be.

Later…

Callie slowly opened her eyes, curled up on a cot with a warm blanket over her. She could see the light around her and slowly tried to sit up. As her head started spinning, she lay back down and closed her eyes tightly, "Someone? Anyone?" she managed to call out quietly, whimpering slightly at the pain in her voice.

 

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Callie was placed on a cot in Shamequa's quarters. Her beaten and exhausted body had given in to sleep, and she didn't awake for hours. She was disoriented when she awoke in the warmth of the Everton Club. Shamequa rose and went to her cot to calm her new charge. In the upcoming days, there would be times when Callie hated Shamequa and Braden. For the present, however, her owners were her benefactors. In the hands of the slave traders she would be treated with contempt.

As she calmed the new girl, Shamequa took note of her condition. Callie was badly undernourished and her body was so battered that every touch hurt. The stunning black dominatrix wished she could get one of the slave traders into one of the play rooms at the club. She would whip him until his skin hung in shreds. One day soon, she would train Callie to submit to her whip but she would leave no marks. But Braden instructions were clear. Callie would be nursed back to health before any training would begin.

When Callie was ordered to roll onto her stomach, she did not comply. In a menacing tone, Shamequa laid it on the line. "You will obey my orders Miss if you don't want your ass paddled", she warned her. Realizing the the black goddess was serious, Callie quickly obeyed her order. When the blanket was pulled down, the sight of the raised welts on Callie's body sickened her. She ordered one of the girls to draw a bath for her. Callie's restraints were undone and the girl, Pamela, helped walk her to the tub. She was allowed to soak in the scented oils in the bath before Pamela began to wash her battered body with a soft washcloth. Callie was shocked when Pamela soaped up her breasts, and she was more shocked when she bent down and kissed each nipple in turn. No woman had ever touched her so intimately before. Pamela's hands were beginning to arouse her but she did not have the strength to resist.

 

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It was no surprise when the red-head awoke completely terrified and trembling. She didn't understand what was happening and was fearful of the response guards would have for her. She must have over slept, maybe they were going to burn her now. As a panic began to set in and Callie thrashed about, sobbing loudly, she tried to figure out why she wasn't in her cell and where she was. All she could remember was the constant cold, the press of the ice against her raw and painful behind.

As comforting arms were placed around her, Callie curled up against the woman like she would with a mother, sobbing into her shoulder. Her body was shaking with racking sobs, her head still spinning around as she tried to place the location. She didn't know where she was, but she could tell that it wasn't as dark or as dirty as her cell had been. "Please, please help me. Don't let them hit me again, I didn't do anything, please. " The words kept falling, a loop beginning to occur as she tried to beg for mercy. Her lips and throat were dry but she was too scared to ask for water, scared of getting into more trouble.

As she was told to get onto her stomach, Callie pulled away from her supposed saviour and looked at her with wide and pleading eyes, "Please no, please. I'll behave properly, please." Hearing the threat, she sobbed louder and rolled onto her stomach, feeling sick to her stomach. She hadn't been fed properly since her capture and the constant sobbing was making her feel worse then before.

When she was taken from the bed and brought to a washroom, it took two women to drag her towards the raised bath. Panic was flooding her, figuring that they were going to try and down her. She had heard girls struggling and splashing in their cells, drenched in water when they were finished with. Trying to pull from them, screaming blue murder with her raw throat they finally managed to force her weak body into the tub. Curling up tightly, fighting to keep her head above the water and away from the hands that kept moving, Callie closed her eyes tightly. As the water was dumped over her head, she let out a sob, begging for mercy again. Even as the woman began to wash her skin and kiss her breasts, Callie pulled from her rapidly, shaking her head back and forth. The girls had been forbidden to touch one another while they were waiting to be bought and sold. Only the men were allowed to do so. They were warned both girls would be punished if the rule was broken, threatened to loose the offending items. "Stop, please, stop it. " The sensed water burned her welts rather then soothing them the scents made her head spin until she fainted in the water, her body limp.

 

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The blood-curdling screams echoed throughout the Victorian mansion. Braden had ordered the staff to be gentle with the girl's fragile body. Would they dare to defy him? That had never happened before. The girl that had been assigned to nurse Callie was an obedient little pet who wouldn't hurt a fly. Braden knew he was buying damaged goods when he purchased the young redhead. The physical injuries would heal and a balanced diet would replenish her malnourished body. But the psychological damage was hard to assess.

The girls did not hear Braden approach. When he called out Pamela by name, the surprised girl had her lips around Callie's nipple. A fearful expression was on her face as she looked up at the master of Everton Club, a man she both adored and feared. "Pamela, did you not understand your orders? Your job is to help nurse Callie back to health. You don't take advantage of her when she is too weak to resist you. Do you understand now?" With her eyes downcast, Pamela answered "Yes sir". She knew there would be punishment later.

Braden looked down on the terrified young redhead who had curled up in a fetal position in the tub. With a firm but soft voice, he ordered Callie to look at him. Seeing the terror in her eyes and the shivering that wracked her body, he realized that she was severely traumatized. According to Shamequa, she seemed to be disoriented and suffered from flashbacks. He sensed that Callie could be a delightful little pet if and when she was properly trained. Before they could start, they needed to to repair her wounds.

 

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The idea that this woman had no respect for the people that had them captive. They could easily change everything, take them away and lock them in a closet for days on end. Tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to get the woman to stop her, trying to make her stop touching her like this. In her mindset she was still stuck in the place, still suck in the hell that she had been through the last little while. She didn't want to have to deal with all of this again, she was too weak to stop the woman however.

As a small pop sounded, she sobbed louder, hearing a mans voice. Now they were in trouble, now she was going to get punished for her act. Callie kept her legs pressed tightly to her body, sobbing louder and louder. The anger that went through his voice shook her to the core, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sir. " The words were hardly a whisper as she kept repeating them, waiting for the hand to shove her head under the water until she couldn't breathe, waiting for the whip to crack against her raw and bruised skin. The water burned enough already, her body sore and locking from the position that she was locked into. It scared her to even try moving, not wanting to have to deal with everything that was happening. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she kept her eyes closed tightly. She didn't want to be punished, she tried to stop it.

When he spoke to her, Callie lifted her head and looked up at him with big blue eyes. She had never been allowed to see her captors before and the thought of doing so made her feel worse. Was his the last face he would see before she was killed? "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" The words kept falling slowly and steadily, trembling enough to make the water splash slightly around her. Sniffing, she tried to keep her eyes looking up at him before she tried to get out of the water. Her body was weak, shaking from the effort to just get onto her knees. Crumpling back into the water, she started sobbing, terrified now that he would just kill her for the inability to get into the proper kneeling position.

 

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The brutality of the white slave trade was not news to Braden Warner. The captives were treated like animals and many of the guards were sadistic and cruel. Normally the girls who worked for him were naturally submissive, and they were usually referred to him by one of the members. There was a level of security for the girls who worked for him. Braden would banish any member or guest who seriously injured one of the girls who worked there. The girls also earned generous tips if they pleased their clients. Normally he would not take the risk that Callie presented, but for some reason he sensed that she could be special.

He couldn't even begin to understand the trauma that she was experiencing. Her family had sold her to Machado's gang in order to pay off gambling debts. She may not even know that yet-she may still think that they would rescue her. The beatings that she had taken even made him cringe and he was not known to be a compassionate man to start with. When he found her she was strung up naked in a damp chilly cell that was more like an animal cage. Her attempts to free herself from the bonds had caused her wrists and ankles to look like raw hamburger. In spite of it all, she still exuded a sexuality that even a timid little pet like Pamela could not resist. The job now was to nurse her back to health and then to train her to please the well-heeled customers at the club.

As he looked into her terrified blue eyes he could see that she was shivering in fear. She hadn't done anything to deserve punishment but she was expecting it anyway. Even Shamequa was appalled. Turning to the properly chastized Pamela, Braden ordered her to get a cup of cold water to see if she could sip on it. In a soft but firm tone he tried to offer some reassurance. "Do not be afraid, little one. We will not hurt you". The slender redhead was in shock, dehydrated and barely alive. Her very existence laid in the hands of deep voiced stranger.

 

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Callie had never been treated like this before in her life, had never been treated like this before. All the women around her had been so hollow and empty inside from their torture that they rarely made noise. She was the youngest and freshest face, so she got the most of the attacks. They did anything and everything. Originally they had her branded, a lard mark on her ass that had proven she was theres and nothing else. The mark had worn off, since the man higher up said that they couldn't do that. It would be for her full master to do or ask for in time. Had she been told a month ago that she would have gone through hell and back, sold off at an auction she would have never believed it.

Eyes avoided looking at the woman that had attacked her body and focused her attention onto the man before her. He was going to kill her wasn't he? For allowing that woman to touch her. Eyes kept jumping back to the strange woman, the one who had held her following a nightmare. Had there always been women here hurting them too? She couldn't remember, she had never seen them before anyways. They never let them see their faces before. Licking her lips, she tried her best to take deep breaths, too scared to do more then what he asked.

When the cup was brought to her, she nodded her head slowly, "Yes Sir." They all said that, none of them meant it, or not for long anyways. As the cup was handed to her, she slowly lifted it to her lips and sipped at it slowly. The water hurt her throat, just because of the lack of water she had been given all this time. Sniffing, she finished the water and slowly got out of the water when she was allowed to. As the warm towel was wrapped around her body, she winced at the touch of it against her welts and bruises. "Please…I'm sorry." They would only show her kindness now because they were going to kill her. Eyes moved from Braden to Shamequa, round and scared about what they would do to her now.

 

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Braden and Shamequa looked at each other pensively. The petite redhead was completely disoriented, nearly delirious. She was so badly dehydrated that she could barely sip at the cool water in the cup. When Pamela tried to wrap the soft towel around her she reacted in obvious pain. Shamequa saw the pale, almost white color of her lips and tongue, as Braden had earlier. He was no doctor, but he recognized the signs of shock and dehydration. Braden picked the emaciated little redhead with ease, and carried her to the sofa. As he laid her down gently he spoke softly to her once more: "You need rest, little one. Let us help you".

Shamequa came over with a soft blanket and laid it over the prone body with care. Braden turned the thermostat up to 80 degrees and left Pamela with instructions to stay at Callie's side with cool water. Heading back into his office he dialed a prominent club member who was also the senior ER physician at the regional hospital. "David, I want to treat this girl here if there's any way we can do it. Everton doesn't need this kind of publicity. If you tell me that she needs to be hospitalized, so be it. But if you can treat her here, we'll cover all costs."

The diagnosis was better than Braden had feared. Pamela had made sure that Callie was covered up, and the girl had taken regular sips of the cool liquid. Her pupils tried to follow his flashlight and her color was slightly better. "What do we need to do, David", he asked his friend. "We can treat her here. She will need IVs, 24 hour nursing care, and plenty of rest. When she can talk, I want a psychological evaluation also. I'll get it started as soon as you give the word". Braden was visibly relieved. "Let's get started right away David. I may be as cold as people say, but she had me scared. I don't like that feeling."

 

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As the young woman was wrapped in the soft towel, she gripped onto it tightly, trying to stand on her own two feet, support her own weight. Trying her best not to show the pain that she felt from the fabric pressing against her back and her legs. As the man picked her up, she rested her head against him, trembling in his arms with fear. "Are you going to kill me?" The last words she managed to croak out before passing out against him.

During the time while the doctor was around, she remained barely conscious, drifting in and out as everyone spoke around her. The water she got when she woke up burned in her throat, her body still trembling whenever the male doctor got too close to her. The last time she had seen a doctor was upon her arrival at the slave traders. They had stripped her down and checked over every inch of her body with a depth that frightened her. They had measured around her for custom chains and restraints, the size of her ass cheeks to get a paddle full enough to make an impact.

It took almost a month before Callie was discharged from the bed rest and IV's that the doctor had been giving to her. She had slowly gained back her strength and colour, gaining weight and not looking as sick. Her blue eyes didn't stand out as much as they had when they first took her home and the welts had long since disappeared. She had taken quickly to living in the comfort of the house and trying to keep track of what was going on. She couldn't understand why Pamela talked so quietly to Brandon and why she seemed scared but delighted in his presence. She also couldn't figure out why they wouldn't let her wear any kind of underwear, only giving her nightgowns to move around in.

The doctor gave her one more check over before she was left alone in her room, curled up on the bed and flipping through the book that they had given her to read. It was an erotic novel that she read time and again while getting better but she didn't understand why. None of it made sense.

 

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Braden checked on Callie every day but he never talked directly to her. He would question the nurses about her progress. She noticed that almost everyone seemed to want to please him. If he asked to see her chart, the nurse would fall all over herself to get it for him. Everyone called him Sir. He knew that submissive girls seemed to seek out his favor, and that they obeyed him without question. If Braden ordered a girl to his office, they knew they were going to be punished. But they never hesitated when he ordered them to assume the position. They would bend over his desk and pull their little skirts up for him, and he would lash their bare cheeks with his wide leather belt. Braden always had a keen eye for subs, and he understood them. They needed to feel the sting of leather across their taut asscheeks. At the Everton Club, the girls got what they needed. And they got generously tipped for it.

Callie's wounds had healed under the care of David Phelps and his nurses. There were no physical scars left from her time in captivity. Pamela would lovingly wash and brush her hair every day and helped her apply her makeup. Her body had been replenished with fluids, vitamins, and regular meals. The emaciated slave had been transformed into a delicate beauty before their very eyes. Her fear had dissipated as she realized that her captors were not going to harm her. Soon she would be ready to start learning how to satisfy the dark desires of the men of Everton.

 

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The doctor had given her a full discharge and had told her that she was healthy enough to do what was expected of her. They had kept her on a regular diet, kept giving her liquids and vitamins to give her back some strength. Callie had been put on a strict work out program when she was healthy enough to do so, wanting to put on muscle as opposed to actual bad weight. It had toned her once weak muscles, giving her the strength she needed to keep getting better.

As she sat in her room, reading the erotic novel, her fingers ran over her breasts, she nipples hard from the cool air. Ever since she had started to feel better she had begun to feel turned-on from the words in the novel and from the touching of the people around her. Hearing a knock on the door, she closed the book and stood up, opening it to look at a familiar young woman. "Yes?" The girl didn't speak, hardly anyone spoke directly to her, but took her hand and brought her down the hall to the bathhouse. It had a huge tub, the size of a swimming fully equipped with everything you would need to relax for hours on end. Pulling the night gown over her head, she slipped into the water and let the girl wash her hair, soaking in the sweet smelling bath salts.

She had never been in this room before, they had kept her in her room and bathed her slowly in a tub they brought in daily. She had enjoyed that but this was better. The girl stayed in her small dress, climbing into the water to better to scrub her down from head to two. The girl patted on the edge of the pool and Callie climbed out onto it. The young woman shaved her again, taking care not to nick the wiggling girl, knowing that it wasn't the new girls favourite feeling. When she was finished, she helped her back down and motioned to the length of the pool, going out to dry herself off.

Callie smiled happily and swam through the water, having fun in the warmth. When she had been in there for a little while the girl returned and held out a towel. Callie climbed out and let herself be dried off. Sitting in the nude on the floor, the young woman braided her hair straight down and let the red locks fall down her back. Callie frowned, "What am I wearing?" However, her hand was taken and she was just brought into a room off the bathhouse. She walked down hallways and past doors until she arrived at the right one. Her womanhood was damp from the gentle caresses of the young woman, the smell of them both mixing in the hallway.

When the door was opened, the girl pulled Callie into the darkly lit room and sat her down in the chair that was visible. She kissed her on both cheeks before backing out, bowing to someone in the shadows. Callie frowned, blue eyes looking around as she tried to cover her body, "Hello? Whose there? Stop joking, I want to go and keep reading."

 

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After Ellen had prepared the young redhead to meet Mr. Warner, she took her leave, bowing to the club owner as she turned down the hallway. Shortly after he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The naked girl in the chair tried her best to cover herself up. He had noticed that her nipples were erect before she folded her arms across her chest. Ellen had done her job well and he would have to remember to reward her efforts. In addition to the sweet smell of the bath salts, he also detected the scent of arousal. Ellen's touch was seductive and it had the desired effect on Callie. Now it was time for her to start giving up her innocence.

"Don't hide your beauty from me, little one", he told her in his soft but commanding voice. "Drop your hands and uncross your legs. There is no need for modesty when you are in my presence". Callie blushed as she obeyed his orders. All the girls obeyed Braden without question and the little redhead instinctively did as she was told. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room as the man in the suit took in the sight of the naked girl in the chair.

"Come stand in front of me, little one" he directed her. The naked beauty rose to her feet and closed the distance between them. "Now turn around and show me the rest of you". Braden looked over the sleek curve of her back, her toned thighs, and her delectable little heart-shaped ass. When he first saw Callie in the miserable dungeon she was kept in, her backside was covered in deep ugly welts. He ran his hands over her body and felt no evidence that they were ever there. After ordering her to spread her legs wider, he ran the palm of his hand slowly up the inside of her thighs. When he finally cupped her mons in his hand, he could feel her wetness. His index finger dipped into her moist pussy, then pulled back to find her clitoris. When he teased her little button, a gasp escaped from the girl's lips. When she started to push back against his finger he pushed his middle finger into her tight snatch, further exciting the young beauty. In the same hypnotic voice that he had used earlier he asked "Would you like some relief, little one?"

 

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Callie had never been to this part of the building, she had rarely been taken anyplace other then her room and the small office for the doctor to assess her mental state. Apparently she hadn't been as mentally scared as they believed originally, not sustaining the amount of abuse that would leave her permanently scared. However, she would need time, still gentle treatment until she figured out that this wasn't the same kind of thing at all. Rubbing her legs together to try and sooth the need coursing through her body, she looked around the room to try and find whoever she was supposed to meet here. The blonde that had prepared her made sure to use sensual bath products on her to couple with the natural substance all the girls were given. The amount Callie was on was lower then that of some other women, still worried about pushing her too far. Ellen took a full dose everyday that kept her turned on from the moment she took it until the next time she took it. Clalie's would last only as long as she went without an orgasm.

At his words, Callie slowly moved away, not shy around him. He had built up her confidence and often helped her to move from room to room. "I didn't know what was going on! What's wrong, why am I in here?" Biting on her bottom lip, she held her hands between her knees, trying her best not to wiggling around as much. It only made the feeling in her stomach grow more, her hands trembling from the need to touch her body like she had been allowed in private.

When he asked her to go and stand in front of him, she happily got up and walked over to him, smiling happily. "I missed your visit this morning. Pamela said that I was sleep when you talked to the doctor. Did he tell you that I'm better? He told me that I was a lot better then he thought I would get! Do I still have to take the vitamins now? They taste funny and make me feel funny too." Turning around happily, she put her arms out slightly so he could see how she had filled out with his careful eye. Pausing when he put a hand onto her pump ass, she waited easily, used to him checking on the places her welts and scars had been. Spreading her legs out wider, she giggled at his hands ran up her thighs, "What are you doing?" However, as his hand gripped a hold of her newly shaven mound she gasped loudly. Her juices flowed onto his hand as she gripped his arms to keep from falling over. None of the people here had been allowed to touch her before. Giving a quiet moan as his finger slide into her, she almost screamed when he touched her clitoris, her hips thrusting against him, looking for release. As his middle finger easily slid into her tight hole she began moving more rapidly, her breathing quick and fast. "Yes, yes, just keep going, I'm going to--to…"

 

[brw02]

Braden was pleased by Callie's response to his probing fingers. She had been put on a low dose of the natural supplement that all of the servant girls took daily. Her health had been the primary concern and Dr. Phelps wanted to be cautious until she was fully recovered. It would soon be time to start increasing the daily dosage. The little redhead was soon brought to the edge as she rode his fingers. Her plea for release was sweet music in his ears, and he decided he would give her what she wanted. When he pulled his fingers away from her she was left hanging, begging him to give her what she desperately needed.

Braden brought his index finger to her lips, and she opened up to take the digit into her mouth. When it was moistened he returned it to her clit. As he did so, his middle finger slid back into her tight snatch. With a few flicks of his finger he took the little servant girl over the edge. As her body shook uncontrollably, he felt the smooth walls of her pussy clutching and spasming around his embedded finger. Her orgasm was intense and it lasted for at least thirty seconds. Braden had to put his arm around her before she collapsed to the floor. Training this delicate little beauty was going to bring him great pleasure.

 

[sexymistress]

Callie's body had been craving for touch and release, something that she could not always give to herself. The rough hands, so much bigger then her own were bringing on wave after wave of pleasure, a growing need for more. When she was given the clean bill of health, they began her new treatments, the same medical all the girls were on. They were given all natural vitamins that would boost their immune system to keep them from getting ill too often, a multivitamin to combat the shortened period of time spent outdoors and various other factors. The one that all the girls took regardlessly, were the natural supplement to turn them on. Callie was taking barely a quarter of a dose while the other girls were taking at least a half in the beginning to a whole dose everyday.

As the long and thick fingers moved in her, teased her engorged clit, Callie was trembling and wiggling around. She needed a release, she needed something to stop the warmth that drove up her legs, up her stomach, that was pressing against her racing heart and dizzy head. She was dizzy with lust, burning from wanting a release. Callie was mewling in his hands, driving herself down onto him slowly, her hips thrusting like a primal animal. When his hand was pulled away, she groaned loudly, trying to push herself against his retreating hand.

As his finger was brought up to her mouth, she shook her head back and forth. However, realizing that she wouldn't be allowed to hit her release until he got what he wanted, she parted her lips and sucked on it slowly, her nose wrinkling at the taste of herself on his fingers. This was wrong, she shouldn't be able to taste herself like that. He pulled his fingers from her lips with a slight pop and moved them back down to her womanhood. Almost shouting out in joy as one finger rubbed against her clit and the other slide deeply into her hole. As he moved them in so easily, flicking her sensitive nub, she let out a scream as her orgasm rocked her body. Gripping onto his arms, she kept moving around like a wild animal, moaning and gasping for air as it continued to pump through her. His arm around her was the only thing that kept her standing, her legs weak from the intensity. As it finally began to fade, she rested her head back against his chest, eyes closed as she took deep breaths. "Oh--oh thank you, that was amazing! Can I go lay down now? I'm tired…" Having never been giving such an orgasm, her mind was telling her to get sleep, while her body still felt awake and alive.

 

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"Yes, you may lie down little one. You will be staying in my quarters until I feel you are ready to serve the gentlemen of this club. For now you will be my personal servant girl. I am sure that you will find your accomodations to be very acceptable". Callie's legs were unsteady so Braden lifted her easily into his arms. She laid her face against his chest as she was carried into a large bedroom.

Looking around briefly, Callie could see the king sized bed and the metal hooks in the wall. There was a solid Oak dresser and a chandelier suspended from the high ceiling, turned down low. She had never been in a room as luxurious as this one. In one corner was a sunken tub, in another was a strange device with pulleys and straps, wrapped neatly around some cleats. It was too dark to tell how it might work. Braden leaned down and brushed his lips on her cheek. "Rest well, little one. We have a big day ahead of us".

 

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"Mmm, thank you." The rest of the words went over her head, she didn't know what he meant by being his servant girl. What was everyone else in the house? As he easily picked her up, she rested her head against his chest, yawning as her body tried to come back down from the high of the orgasm he had put her though. She was still weaker then the more experienced girls who could stand and take one after the other until they were allowed to rest.

As she was carried into a new room, Callie's eyes fluttered open and she looked around slowly. "It is beautiful." Yawning softly, she began to nod off, her hands falling from his neck to rest in her lap tiredly. As he kissed her cheek, she curled up under the comfortable covers, hugging one of the pillows as she slept soundly. This was one of the best sleeps she had ever been put though, feeling fully rested when she was woken a few hours later.

A moaning and yelling noise woke her, and she sat up quickly. Head looked around the room and saw no one else in it. She shifted her position and found her pussy wet once again. What was going on? Slowly, she slipped from the bed, keeping on blanket over her naked body, looking around. "He--hello?" Where was Pamela, or Brandon, or Ellen or Shameequa? The noises were still going on and she was trembling now, scared about what could be going on outside her closed door.

 

[brw02]

The playrooms downstairs were busy. The members who came for dinner were looking over the servant girls with lust filled eyes. Dressed only in their skimpy dresses and high heels, they served meals and drinks to the members and guests. Braden knew his servants intimately. He had taught them to enjoy being handcuffed and manacled. He also introduced them to the variety of sex slings in the playrooms. Braden really loved bondage in it's various forms. His servants learned to love it also, even though they had been scared before they tried it.

Shamequa loved the whip and she taught the servants how to take pleasure from being whipped. Braden didn't really get caught up in that aspect. He and Shamequa complemented each other perfectly. The playrooms seemed to be charged with the energy of dark lust. Braden was watching the action on the closed-circuit surveillance system. Shamequa was the only other person who had access to the room. The clear sounds of lust were mixed with the cracking of whips and the heavy slap of leather belts landing on soft flesh.

The servant girls would make a lot of money tonight. Many of them would go to bed one thousand dollars richer than they started. There were many guests who had not experienced the pleasures that the submissive servant girls offered. Braden didn't need to watch all night; everything was recorded if an incident came up. He called Shamequa, telling her to check the monitor a couple of times before closing the playrooms. "Go ahead Braden. I'm sure you can't wait to get at that little redhead, can you?" she teased.

 

[sexymistress]

Alenna didn't want to go back out into the cold and dark room, so she moved over to the bathtub and tried to ignore all the sounds that were reaching her ears. Turning on the water loudly, she listened to it flowing, kneeling in front of the large bath and waiting. When it was full, she climbed in slowly and rested her head back, trying to calm her aching and hot body. She was already turned on, though she had no cause to be. She had been given her pleasure and she was stuck trying to pleasure herself. Sitting in the water, her hands began roaming, pinching and tweaking against her nipples. Her other hand slipped down and began rubbing against her clit, sliding deep into her already sopping womanhood. It was barely minutes before she was cumming, trembling from the feeling. Panting, the girl opened her eyes and slowly climbed out of the tub, drying herself off. She took her hair out of the braid and turned it into a loose little bun, putting it ontop of her head.

Sitting back down on the bed, she wrapped a blanket around her naked body and looked around the room with wonder. What had he meant when he said she was his personal servant until she was ready to go someplace else? Was she going to learn to be a proper maid, cleaning house and the works? What about the girls she had already met, most of them seemed horny as hell all the time? Sighing, she held the warm blanket around her cold body and looked around the room. There was no window in here, nothing that allowed her to look outdoors and she frowned. She loved sitting up at night and watching the moon.

Hearing the noises more clearly, she covered her ears and closed her eyes. She didn't want to hear this, she couldn't listen to someone doing those things. "Hello?" Her voice was louder this time, calling out desperately for someone to hear her. Where had Brandon gone to? Why had he left her alone and not told her if she was allowed to leave the room? She had been allowed to wander the small hallway in her other room, what about this one? OPening her eyes, she jumped as the door handle began to turn, gripping the blankets to her more tightly, "Wh--whose there? Answer me, who are you?" Who would enter without knocking first? What was happening?

(I am assuming it would be Brandon going in at that point.)

 

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As he opened the door, Braden noticed his little pet standing fearfully with her blanket wrapped tightly around her. The door closed behind him as he walked over to take Callie into his protective arms. "Do not be afraid little one. No one will hurt you here". Her body was shaking even though the spacious bedroom was quite warm. She was so tiny and so vulnerable; he almost wished that he could keep her to himself. But the Everton Club was a business and Callie was an asset.

Nobody had talked to Callie about her place in the club. That was Braden's job. The club had invested a lot of money in her, and she would be expected to repay in kind. With her creamy white skin and lovely red hair, she would be enormously popular. The other girls were good subs but this girl was more delicate than the others. She also exuded a sexuality which could not be denied. She had orgasmed easily from the mere touch of his fingers on her juicy pussy, and he had many more skills to excite her sexually charged body. Tonight she would be thoroughly ravished by the man who had rescued her from slavery. Tomorrow she would begin learning her duties as a servant girl. Layer by layer she would lose any inhibitions that she had.

 

[sexymistress]

Callie's eyes looked at Braden as he entered the room and she smiled at him. Waking over, she cuddled into his arms and chest, closing her eyes at the feeling. He was warm and safe for her and that was all that she needed for now. "I heard terrible noises! What is going on? I don't understand why everyone is moaning so loudly and what all those other noises are. " Looking up at him with wide eyes, she tried not to tremble, the idea that she was listening to people have sex setting her on edge. Calli had always been a slight and fragile girl, her brother had taken care of her so well because she of that. She had always seemed like the kind of girl that could be snapped in two if someone pushed her two hard in opposite directions. Blue eyes looked up to him, completely trusting the person who held onto her and kept her warm.

The red-head might as well been a virgin for all the experience she had with this kind of thing. Sure, she had been with men before, but never in any strange way that would prepare her for the life around this place, nothing that would let her understand what was going on with her. As she looked around the room, more brave with another person, she pulled way from him, letting the blanket slide to the floor as she walked towards the large and strange looking machine that had been hidden from her. "Braden, what is this? I--I can't figure out why it would be in a bedroom. " Biting her bottom lip, she crawled onto the bed and pulled her knees up to cover her chest, watching him. "Can I ask you why all the girls are here all the time? I haven't sene one man other then you the entire time I've been here. What kind of place is this?" The smell of her sex filled the little space of the room, her body turned on from the low dose of medication and the amount of sleep she had gotten. She didn't realize that hearing the sex noises around her had awoken her own desires and need to be touched and properly fucked. No one had dared get rough or push her limits, too scared to injury her completely. "Braden, what is going to happen to me? When can I go home?"

 

[brw02]

"Cali, you may call me by my first name when we are alone together. When you are ready to work, I expect to be addressed as Mr. Warner or Sir. It should be used as an expression of respect." She nodded her head in agreement while Braden started to introduce her to his expectations. Cali had been wonderfully obedient to Shamequa and to her medical team. Her physical therapist was almost sadistic with the petite redhead and she never once complained. Her nurses had described her as an ideal patient, always cooperative and never complaining. Her obedience would serve her well in her new job.

Another asset that would serve her well in the future was toughness. She had survived a brutal beating and near starvation in Machado's dungeon. Her rehab was no picnic either, but she endured it stoically. Cali may appear to be fragile but she could not be broken. And she was sexy without realizing it. He could bring her along slowly because she was sure to be a big hit with the members and their well-heeled guests.

"I can only answer one question at a time, little one. Where would you like to begin?". Looking directly into her big blue eyes, Braden awaited her answer.