The Room
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Blindfolded, wrists cuffed behind her, the beating of her heart loud in her ears, she kneels naked on the hard wooden floor. Both anxious and aroused, she unconsciously turns her head listening for any sign of his approach.
When she does become aware of his presence it is not a sound but rather his warm moist breath on her nipple. Her shiver and sigh are accompanied by her erecting nipple as she arches her back trying to press her flesh to his lips.
"Please...please..."
"Shhh, little one."
Gently he grasps her upper arms and guides her to her feet.
"It is almost time."
He softly toes her ankles until her feet are placed at shoulder width, tugging her cuffed wrists until her shoulders come back properly. Her now erect posture meets with his approval, displaying her to best effect.
She feels his manhood stiffening against her as he stands beside her. His fingertips softly slowly caress her, stroking her body, exciting her.
Her moisture starts to increase as her muscles yearn for his presence. She shifts slightly trying to make his fingers contact her center. But he carefully avoids it enjoying her tiny frustrated groans.
A bell sounds, and a door opens at the far end of the chamber. Cool damp air blows through the door causing her nipples to stiffen. Keeping the blindfold in place, he guides her through the door. She knows they are no longer alone. She can hear the rustling of robes, the shuffling of feet. He leads her to a set of steps. Three steps up. He turns her to the right and leads her four more steps. They stop. The bell sounds again.
Hands, many hands, begin to caress her as jasmine scented oil drizzles down her body, increasing her nervousness, and her arousal. She trembles with fear, with desire.
The bell sounds for the third time.
Her blindfold is removed and gradually she becomes aware of her surroundings. She is standing alone in a circle of light. Beyond, in the darkness, she can make out shadowy figures, robed and hooded. A voice--from above, behind, somehow from all around her--
"Daughter, why have you come?"
Drawing on all of her courage, she fights to keep her voice level.
"Master, I wish to serve."
"Do you understand what you ask? Are you aware of the dangers?"
"Yes, Master, I have studied. I have trained. I am ready."
"We shall see, Daughter."
The lights come up in the chamber and she is able to see the figures before her more clearly, although she cannot make out faces under the hoods.
"Who speaks for this child?"
A robed figure steps forward.
"On behalf of our school and our community, I speak for her. I have been one of her teachers for the past two years. She has been a strong and obedient student. We believe she is prepared for service. I am Benjamin, a Master of the Craft, and this is my word."
The lights dim again, and again she stands alone.
"Very well, let her be tested."
The First Test
Again she is alone. The room is totally dark, totally silent. She kneels, sitting back on her heels, her hands at her sides. Her eyes are closed as she seeks to bring herself into the present, a state of awareness in which she can be continuously alert but unconscious of the passage of time. She may have been here for hours, or days, only time knows. A servant of the Masters must be able to wait with respect for her masters.
The bell sounds. She does not move.
The room is flooded with light. She still does not move.
A man stands before her. He holds out his hand and says, "Come with me now."
She does not move.
Louder, with a hint of anger in his voice, he says, "I said come with me now. Is this how you have learned to obey?"
She still does not move.
Open handed, he strikes the side of her head. She sways, but returns to her kneeling position. The side of her face is marked by a firey imprint of his hand. "Are you awake, girl? Get up now and come with me or I will declare that you have failed."
For a moment her eyes seem to lose their focus, but her body does not stir. Then, as suddenly as the room had been lit it is dark.
After a lengthly time, the light returns and the man returns.
Again he summons her. Again she remains still. He strikes her shoulders with a many-tailed whip causing blood to flow down her sides. She does not move. She utters no sound. The light disappears.
A third time the light returns and the man returns. He summons her. She does not move. The whip cuts across her breasts leaving bright red wounds. She is silent. She does not move. The light is gone. The room is silent.
The bell sounds. A door opens. A man stands before her. He does not speak, but extends his hand. Without hesitation she takes his hand and rises to her feet. Gently, he touches her face then leads her through the door. The door closes. The room is dark and silent again.
The Second Test
She waits in the room. This time it is very bright - all the lights are on. In comes a tall woman, made even taller by the 10" heels she is wearing. She wears black leather - an uplift bra that makes her magnificent breasts stand high and proud; black shorts that show more than they cover; garter belt holding up black stockings. She stands above the girl.
"You must call me Mistress every time you speak to me, and you must obey my every command. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes Mistress I understand."
"Good. I want you to be naked for me. Take off all your clothes!"
She did as she was bid. Off came her dress, her bra and panties. The woman picked up the small garment and looked inside it.
"I see you have stained this, slave! How dare you! What is this filth inside the crotch?"
"It ... it's cum, Mistress. When I was whipped just now I came and this is what it is - my cum stains."
"Then you shall be punished for that. How dare you cum when I don't let you! I am the only woman in this establishment who is allowed to cum! You are fucking filthy - what are you?"
"F..f.. fucking filthy, Mistress"
"This filthy garment needs washing, slave. You will wash it now - using your own water to do so. Do you understand? Tell me what you must do, slave"
"I must wash my panties, Mistress, using my own water"
"Good! Do so!"
The girl took hold of the panties and spat into the crotch, and then began to lick out the stains, tasting her own juices as she did so. Soon they were as clean as she make them.
"Now I think your body is filthy also. I think you need a shower. Do you agree, slave?"
"Yes Mistress, my body is filthy and it needs a shower. Will you give me one, Mistress?"
"I? Do you think I'd be so low as to shower you with my perfect water? Oh no, we shall bring someone else in!"
She pushed a small button on the wall that the girl had not noticed, and a voice over a speaker said "What can we do for you, oh great Mistress?"
"Send in Boris! This miserable slave needs a shower!"
The door slid open and in came a huge man, dressed only in a type of loin cloth. It was so short that his huge penis haung below it, the end purple and swinging from side to side as he walked. He bowed to the woman.
"Boris! You will give this piece of filth a shower! Slave get down on the floor so you can be showered!"
The girl obeyed, and Boris walked to stand over her. He lifted hissmall piece of clothing and took his prick in his hand, pointing it in her direction. The he let fly so that his piss was soon covering her from her head to heels. She could feel the warmth of it and shivered as the stream caught her breasts one by one. Then he pushed her legs apart with his foot, and directed it at her pussy. As it hit her clitoris she gave a scream, and collapsed in a tremendous orgasm.
