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Natalie obeyed the instruction and when she turned back, Clair was holding a pair of loose fitting and nearly sheer white pants. As Natalie watched, Clair also picked up a number of shiny steel shackles. Taking the pants, Natalie immediately put them on, then Clair bent over and fitted a shackle to each of Natalie’s ankles and then to her wrists. The shackles all had a ratcheting locking mechanism and they tightened firmly around Natalie’s limbs. They were relatively comfortable and she could not help but admire their feel and appearance.

As she was admiring them, Clair grasped her wrists and pulled them firmly behind her back and joined the D-rings with a small lock. She then selected two burnished metal nipple shields. Hardly needing to touch Natalie’s nipples before they were standing out proud and hard, she slipped the shields over them and the spring clamping mechanism gently closed against
them. Natalie noticed the pressure was not such that they would be painful, but there was sufficient force there to ensure her nipples would remain erect until the shields were removed.

“Now go out to the living room and kneel at the foot of Mistress and await her instructions.”

“W…What about a top?” Natalie asked without considering her earlier instructions.

“Natalie, you need to pay attention to rules you were given earlier. That’s another demerit. Open your mouth.”

Clair had a gag in her hand and Natalie noticed that it was shaped like a short, albeit erect cock. She had little choice but to open her mouth as Clair forced it between her teeth. The cock filled her mouth but it was not quite long enough to cause her to gag on it. Clair quickly brought the straps around her head and buckled them up at the back. Another strap went under her chin and that was cinched up before the final strap that framed her nose before going up between her eyes and over the top of her head, was joined to the other straps and snugged up.

As humiliating as Natalie found it to be gagged like this after being verbally chastised by Clair, she also found the whole process to be quite arousing
. As her tormenter tightened each strap, Natalie found her excitement level rising. She had given herself over to another woman and it scared her a little to realize how much she was enjoying this experience. As she walked out to her Mistress, she realized she was trembling slightly as she wondered what was going to happen next.

On entering the room, she found Lady Jo-Anne sitting in what could only be described as a throne like chair, looking at Natalie quite imperiously. She pointed at a spot on the floor just to one side of her and waited while Natalie took up her position,
her head bowed.

“Hmmmm. Obviously
, the rules have not yet sunk in, slave,” she said as she reached over and ran two fingers of one hand gently down the side of Natalie’s face, her nails trailing little red lines as she went. She then grasped Natalie’s nipples, rolling them gently in her fingers. Natalie could not help releasing a little moan of pleasure, closing her eyes as she felt the familiar rush of pleasure between her legs, hoping that it would not show. She could not believe her own level of arousal as she was treated like this.

Lady Jo-Anne held Natalie’s nipples now, increasing the pressure and lifting her breasts, forcing Natalie to look up at her. As she looked intently into Natalie’s eyes, she said without the trace of a smile, “Now the real work can begin.”

Natalie winced, the pain showing clearly in her eyes as her Mistress pulled up on her breasts eventually eliciting a squeal from Natalie around her gag. With her arms secured behind her back, her breasts were proudly jutting out and with no way of protecting herself
, she was at the mercy of her Mistress. Lady Jo-Anne smiled, and Natalie thought she saw a little shiver of what was obviously pleasure pass through her Mistress.

“Oh yes, slave. It turns me on so much to see you like this, hurting for me but at the same time reveling in my attention.” She quickly removed the nipple shields and took her nipples again, squeezing them even harder. “Do you want me to stop, slave?... Do you?... Do you want me to let you be, you fucking slut?”

Natalie was still expressing muffled squeals around her gag, her face contorting in pain as she looked her Mistress in the eye. Her head was spinning with the excitement of her nipples being tortured at the same time as being addressed as a fucking slut. Ordinarily, she would respond angrily to anyone who displayed the temerity to address her like that, but this was no ordinary occasion. Despite the pain, she shook her head. Lady Jo-Anne then released one nipple and immediately put her hand down between Natalie’s legs, slipping two fingers straight into her wet pussy. She moved them in and out a couple of times, fucking her quite firmly before she withdrew them. She held them up and Natalie could see them glistening in the light before her Mistress wiped them across Natalie’s nose.

“Here
, slave, smell your own excitement. You are my willing slut and slave, aren’t you?” Lady Jo-Anne almost spat at her helpless captive.

Natalie nodded vigorously and a garbled
, “Yeth Mistnnggthh,” came from around the gag. Lady Jo-Anne then released her remaining nipple, lowering her head and taking Natalie’s nipple between her lips and commenced gently sucking it as Natalie’s noises turned into instant moans of pleasure as she tried to will her Mistress to continue.

She closed her eyes, throwing her head back as she enjoyed the little show of tenderness. She then heard a bell ring and as she opened her eyes
, she saw Marc enter the room. She was surprised to see him looking over at them as Natalie was having one of her breasts caressed by the mouth of her Mistress. Rather than give it much thought, she simply closed her eyes once again and continued to enjoy the sensations. She did not see her Mistress silently beckon Marc over and signal for him to help out with the other breast.

She felt
his lips close down gently on her remaining breast and start to suck it gently. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see it was Marc on one breast with Lady Jo-Anne on the other. Her initial response was to want to pull back as she gathered her thoughts but she managed to resist that urge. She is a slave, she thought to herself. If he has been instructed by his Mistress… their Mistress to do this, she would have to accept what is happening… and it feels so delicious and decadent and kinky. Closing her eyes again, she smiled as little moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

After what felt like only a minute or so, her breasts were released and sh
e felt a gentle breeze hit them, the wet skin making it feel cool and keeping her nipples hard. Lady Jo-Anne said, “It is time to prepare dinner. But I think I will give slave Natalie her mouth back before I send her out with you. Hopefully she has learned her lesson.” She unbuckled the various straps of the head harness that had been holding the gag so securely in place before withdrawing the gag. Just before it was totally out of Natalie’s mouth, it was reinserted and withdrawn a number of times. Lady Jo-Anne was taking great delight in fucking Natalie with the cock gag right in front of Marc with Natalie responding as required, effectively fellating the latex cock for their Mistress. Eventually, she withdrew it fully and handed it to Marc.

Looking at Natalie she said, “You may thank me now, slave.”

Natalie’s head was still spinning and she hesitated before replying, rapidly processing whether she was allowed to speak. Eventually, she said, “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you so much for allowing me to serve you.”

Lady Jo-Anne returned her attention to Marc and said, “Natalie can help you prepare dinner. I would like to eat at 8 o’clock.”

Marc bowed and replied, “Yes, Mistress,” before he slipped a finger through the ring on Natalie’s collar and raised it, forcing her to her feet. He then led her out to the kitchen.

When the kitchen door closed behind them, Marc released Natalie’s collar. He stopped and turned to her. “You are free to talk as required with me, or for that matter, Clair if she joins us. I am happy to discuss any aspect of my slavery or slavery in general with you
, but we need to be focused on delivering Mistress her dinner on time. What happens later will depend totally on Mistress’s whim but I have a suspicion it might be a busy night, noting that your time is limited. The first thing you will do is to serve Mistress her pre-dinner drink, then come back immediately as we have lots to do.”

He poured two glasses of chilled white wine and just as Natalie was wondering how she was going to deliver these to her Mistress, he produced a tray with a number of straps and a chain attached to it. He wrapped the straps around her waist and cinched them up with the roller buckle that was fitted. Then he clipped the chain to the D-ring on her collar. She could then see that the tray was sitting flat,
held against her belly by the straps and held horizontally by the chain connected from the front of the tray to her collar.

Placing the two glasses on the tray he said, “Be very careful. This is more difficult than it first seems
, and you do not want to spill the drinks. Good luck.” He smiled at her as he opened the door and waited as she very carefully, and very nervously, moved out into the dining room where Lady Jo-Anne was still sitting where she had been earlier. Clair was on a cushion on the floor beside her.

Natalie made her way to stand in front of her Mistress, who was reading a book, and stopped. Lady Jo-Anne showed no sign of even noticing Natalie’s entrance although Natalie glanced down and saw Clair smiling and nodding appreciatively. After a few moments, Lady Jo-Anne looked up and without a word took both of the glasses, passing one to Clair and continued to ignore Natalie as she went back to her book. She didn’t know what to do and felt her anger rising at being ignored. She realized she wanted praise and direction for her efforts
, but it was apparent she was not going to get it.

After a minute or so
, she took the initiative to turn and return to the kitchen. She was flushed and her lips were pursed as she tried to maintain her composure. Marc unclipped the chain from her collar and undid the waist strap, removing the tray and placing it to one side before he released her arms. She immediately sighed with relief and started to move her arms to get the feeling back into them.

“Thank you, Marc,” she said as she continued to pout. He looked at her with slight bemusement tinged with understanding.

“Natalie, you are a slave. Get used to it. Discussion, praise, pleasure, pain, sex and anything else you may experience come at the whim of your Mistress. If you expect to get your ego stroked every time you do something that is simply a part of what you are here to do, you are in for a rude awakening. You need to adopt the attitude that in the absence of any other feedback, Mistress is satisfied with your performance.”

His face
softened. “If it is any consolation, you will find that she will reward you in ways that will blow your mind if she is happy with what you are doing. She can read you better than you can read yourself and hence she will use all of the methods at her disposal to keep you craving more. If she is not satisfied, she will use similar methods to correct you and mold you into what she desires. I have been her slave for over four years now, and I have never wanted anything more in my life than to please her. Is it easy? No, not all the time but for me, the positives far outweigh the negatives. When you are released by her, you will then need to consider if this is what you want, or are prepared to accept from Sir James.”

“Yes. It is obvious that I have much to think about. I am sure it will give me pause for thought over the weekend,” Natalie replied. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she did not notice the quizzical look that Marc gave her in return.

At Marc’s direction, they got busy and prepared dinner for all four of them. Natalie was pleasantly surprised to find that they all ate together at the same table although Marc had informed her that this was not always the case. Sometimes he was expected to eat alone in the kitchen if she had other guests. If they were vanilla guests he would serve them all, dressed appropriately, usually in a butler’s outfit. If her dinner guests were part of the lifestyle, he would be dressed in something appropriately kinky to meet the flavor of the evening. It was also the case that he was sometimes fed in his cage if he was being punished for something, or if his Mistress simply had a whim for him to be locked away for a period.

After dinner, Marc and Natalie were excused in order to clean up after the meal. Marc was also given instructions to prepare Natalie for the next part of the evening’s activities. On hearing that, Natalie wondered what “preparation” was going to be required and what might happen to her. When they were back in the kitchen cleaning up, she asked Marc who just smiled at her before saying, “I am not
in a position to tell you that. You will find out soon enough. Suffice to say that you need to remember your status as a slave and that you have no rights. What you receive, or don’t receive, will be at the whim of your Mistress.”

Natalie thought about that and a shiver ran through her as the possibilities flooded her mind. How far will this go? What will
her limits be? Will she call her safe word? Will she want to call her safe word?

When they had completed their chores, Marc approached Natalie and grasping one wrist, he spun her around, grabbed her remaining wrist and pulled it behind her
, and she heard the click of the lock as her arms were secured. He then slipped a blindfold over her head, and as he slipped a finger through the ring on her collar, he said softly, “Come with me.”