Archive-name: Bondage/jen1step.3

Archive-author: Magician

Archive-title: Jenny's first step - Part 3





Why, Jenny, you're trembling.....



Your nostrils flare, your reddened breasts heave invitingly as you

fight to calm your breathing.  Sweat glistens on your face, neck and

belly, trickles down from your armpits.  A mixture of tears, sweat and

saliva drips from your chin onto your breasts, but you're not really

able to do much about it, are you ?   Your hair is damp from the sweat

of fear.  Your legs shake, partly from their stretched position,

partly from reaction.    Gently, now, little slave, the lesson is

over, but you won't forget it, will you ?  You'll be a more obedient

plaything from now on, won't you ?



Time to show you the more pleasant side of your captivity.  I remove

the bar from  between your ankles, and reconnect the cuffs with twelve

inches of light chain.  Unhooking the heavy chain from your collar, I

pick a short silver leash from the table and snap it to the ring at

your throat.  Once, just once, you tug against its pull, then your

shoulders shrug, as much as the straps will allow, you make a sort of

exasperated sound in your throat and meekly follow, pacing carefully

with your hobbled feet, as I lead my new slave through a small door at

the rear of the room.



The room beyond is large, comfortably warm and gently lit. The carpet

is a soft grey, warm on your bare feet.  Occupying the centre of the

room is a very large four-poster bed, with a single pale cream satin

sheet and pillows.  Steel fixtures glisten at several points around

its base, and in the posts supporting the canopy, suggesting that this

is not a bed likely to provide a restful night's sleep.   To your

right is a tall white built-in cupboard, an easy chair and a low

coffee-table, bearing a bottle of wine in a cooler, a single glass,

and, incongruously, a telephone.  To your left an open door shows the

tantalizing gleam of bathroom fittings, and you become suddenly very

aware of your bedraggled state.



I lead you to the chair, push you to your knees beside it and hook

your leash to its base.  Taking the chair, I pour some wine and sip

it, returning the glass to the table in front of you.  Ice chinks

softly in the cooler, condensation beads on the side of the glass,

aggravating the raging thirst that has resulted from your exertions.

Paradoxically, although you're still drooling idiotically around the

gag, your mouth and throat are parched.



"Would you like some wine, Slave ?"  My voice startles you.  You wag

your head in pathetic gratitude, and mew a plea through the wadding in

your mouth.    You're conscious of holding your breath and trembling

as I lean over and release the web of straps that hold your head

captive.  Your jaws ache from accommodating the invader for so long,

and it hurts like hell to open them still further, so that I can pull

the ball out, with a moist 'pop'.   The harness drops to the table,

your saliva glistening wetly on the ball and staining the hide.



I lift the glass and hold it to your lips. You're unused to drinking

this way, and you gulp down too much, choking and spluttering.  Wine

runs down your chin, mingles with the sweat between your breasts.



"Please....err, Master... couldn't you free my hands ?  It's hard for

me to drink this way, and I'm making a mess...."



"You are in a bit of a state, yes, little Jenny.....but the wine is

the least of it......"   You look down at yourself and blush in

embarrassment at your body covered in mixed liquids, glistening and

sticky..... just about the only thing you haven't done is to wet

yourself.  Although, talking of which.....



"M..Master ?  May I go to the bathroom ?"  You're really blushing,

now, at having to ask such a childish question.  A delightful flush

spreads up across your breasts, neck and face, and you hang your head

as I simply look at you, saying nothing, for a very long time.



"That's probably a good idea, it may be some time before you get

another chance."  Now, what does that mean ?  Instead of releasing, or

at least easing, your bonds, I stand, unhook your leash from the chair

and lead you into the bathroom.   You stand, uncertain, as I simply

drop your leash and make no move to leave the room, turning instead to

run the shower.   Pressure from your bladder is competing with a

rising sense of shame and humiliation.  You know that things will be a

lot worse if you wait, but, in front of me ...?



"Master !   I..... could I be alone... please ?"



"Jenny, it just hasn't sunk in yet, has it ?   While you're here, I

own you.  You don't have any rights, or any secrets, or any modesty.

Slaves don't have privacy, except such as their master may choose to

allow them.  You have not yet earned any such privileges, so you may

as well get used to the idea that your body is not your own, it's

mine, to please myself and amuse myself with.  Now, I intend to make

sure that it will be quite a while before you have another

opportunity, so I should make the most of this one. "   I push you

back by your shoulders, the seat catching you behind the knees and

obliging you to sit without thinking about it.  Your leash clicks onto

a hook on the wall behind you, and I turn away to check the

temperature of the shower water.



It doesn't particularly amuse me to watch you relieving yourself, but

the humiliation, amply betrayed by your crimson cheeks and tears of

shame, is another part of your lesson.   That I can bring you to this,

that I can own and manipulate you to such a degree.....scary, isn't

it, Jenny ?   What else might you find yourself helplessly agreeing

to, before the night is out ?   When I turn back to you, after a few

minutes, and ask "All finished ?", you are unable to speak for hot

embarrassment, you simply hang your head.



"I said...", grasping your chin and lifting your face to mine, "..All

finished ?"



"Yes". Barely a whisper.  I watch your eyes, in silence, waiting for

you to work it out.



"Yes, thank you...Master"  Better.  You're learning, Jenny.  Time to

get you cleaned up.  The shower is billowing steam into the room, as I

remove your collar and push you under its jets.  You close your eyes

and gasp as the warm water stings and caresses, turning and twisting

to get as much of you wet as possible.  Eyes and ears full of water,

you're blind and deaf to everything but the hedonism of hot water, so

it comes as a shock to you when I begin rubbing scented shampoo in

your hair.  You give a start, then relax and enjoy the feeling.

Rinse, conditioner, the whole works.  Never let it be said that I

don't groom my slave well.  Once again, I wait for you to work it out

for yourself.......



With the clearing of the water from your eyes, comes greater clarity

of thought......If I'm in the shower with you, why are my clothes not

getting wet ?  Ah.  Right.  The situation is suddenly crystal clear.

You are naked, wet, helpless, tied very tightly by the hands, and in

close proximity to your naked master.  Your master who has, so far,

devoted all his attention to your subjugation, but who now shows every

sign of requiring some pay-back.  Oh.



Kneel, Jenny.  On your knees, little slave, and begin your service.  I

told you earlier that I could think of better ways to fill your mouth

than with a gag, and here is the first.    No, I didn't ask you to

talk about it, I didn't say "Would you like to.....?", I didn't free

your lips to waste on conversation, I left your mouth free because 

you're going to serve me with it,  just the way I tell you to, and

you're going to do it NOW.



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