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emeraldgryphon -> Darren's Enslavement (9/28/2009 4:08:14 PM)
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The castle inhabitants were mostly asleep as Lord Darren entered the Room of Enslavement, lighting a small candlabra that hung from the ceiling. The room was sparse, holding only the enslavement rack, the always-hot brazier of branding irons, a small cabinet holding collars, chains, and other devices, and the working seat, part of the rack itself, where the Mistress of Needles sat when She pierced the new slaves nipples while they were helpless on the rack. He knew he was taking an awful chance coming down here like this, especially after what happened to Corin. Lady Julia and Lady Brianna had sensed Corin's slavery and had given him just enough rope for him to proverbially hang himself, catching him helpless and restrained in a slave training room. Corin - or just Cor now, was Briannas' personal slave and she kept him under strict discipline and a harsh training regimen.
Darren himself was married to Lady Nora and had been so for five happy years, but for almost a year now he had felt a growing resentment and jealousy whenever she used a slave sexually. She did so infrequently, usually only when the need to completely dominate someone became too great, and although he had the pick of almost any slave himself, Darren had only put a handful to his pleasure in the five years they had been at Julia's Court. Lately his jealousy had began torturing him with daydreams of what it would be like if it were him commanded to his wife's desires, subject to her whip, chained at her pleasure couch. As much as these visions mortified and shocked him, he was unable to deny that he became aroused, hard as he had ever been and trembling as he thought of how helpless he would be if she ever told him to kneel for his collaring.
Quietly he moved up to the rack, examining it. It was fairly straightforward, with snap manacles for each wrist and ankle, a holding collar, several tie-down straps for each leg and arm, and a vise to completely immobilize the left thigh, holding it for the kiss of the iron. The real terror of the rack was that a slave could be commanded, under threat of severe discipline, to place himself on the rack and thusly participate in his own subjugation. Every single restraint could be applied by the slave, ending when he snapped his wrists in the manacles. At that point the attendant Mistress would swing down a board from a hingepoint at the top of the rack, lowering it into place between his arms and completely separating his hands from each other so he could not free himself. Darren produced a long coil of thin rope from under his cloak, tied one end to the dropboard, and tossed the rest of the coil over the darkened rafter overhead, arranging the end so it hung down beside the manacles. Slowly, as though he were in a trance, Darren dropped his cloak and stepped up into the rack. He was wearing a simple kilt, one that tied on the left hip, and nothing else. The kilt did little to conceal his arousal. Trembling wildly he began securing himself, starting at the feet and working his way up. He almost had to force himself to continue when he reached the branding vise, but he slowly turned the handle until he couldn't even wiggle his thigh and then put the restraining pin in the side to keep it tight. The hardest part for him was the collar, even though it could be opened at the push of a button it still symbolized a reduction to slavery, and doubly so when a person willingly put one on. Darren shut his eyes as he gently pressed the collar ends shut, shuddering uncontrollably when the snap lock engaged. Moving quickly now he secured his arms - a task that became more difficult as he completed each strap, and then he realized that only the manacles were left. He slipped them on, tightened them, and then engaged the snap locks.
Now he was completely secured to the rack and almost completely helpless. Looking up he gripped the rope and gently pulled on it to make the dropboard swing forward and down. It was a heavier board than he expected, and for moment it did not move. Then it lifted up and inch by inch it swung forward toward the apex of its arc where it would swing down between his hands, making him "helpless" until he pulled on the rope once more to lift it up. Darren pulled a little harder, and then the board tipped forward past its apex as he gripped the rope and prepared to accept the weight in order to control its descent. As the board came down Darren realized it was far too heavy - heavier in fact than he knew it had been when he lifted it up - and from inside the board he heard the rolling noise of several metal balls. They crashed into the bottom end of the dropboard, and the rope shot out of Darren's hands as it came crashing down onto the rack with a deafening bang. The end of the rope had flown away into the darkness, and he froze in disbelief as he heard a slithering noise as it slipped over the rafter and fell in a heap beside the rack. Desperately Darren struggled now against his bonds, frenziedly trying to get free, but ten minutes later he was exhausted and held just as perfectly as before.
A door opened nearby, and Darren once again froze as he heard footsteps approaching. His heart hammering in his chest, he craned his neck to see who it was - and moaned in disbelief at his bad luck when Lady Ariana - the Mistress of Needles stepped into view. She was wearing a silk robe and slippers, hastily thrown on, and Darren realized her apartments must be nearby and that the noise from the crash of the dropboard had awakened her. She stopped in surprise, her mouth open as she took in the sight of Darren bound helplessly on the enslavement rack. She allowed her gaze to travel slowly up his body, checking the security of each bond automatically. Ariana moved in closer, noticed the rope tied to the dropboard, and smiled evilly as things clicked into place. Ariana moved forward and sat down on the working seat - a fact that was not lost on Darren. "Darren? What in the world do you think you're doing? This is the last place in the world I expected to see you - especially at three o'clock in the morning. You'd better have a good explanation - does Nora know you're here? Or ..... did she command you to come down here and make yourself helpless?" Ariana smiled even more wickedly as that thought came to her, and Darren realized that she thought that Nora had indeed decided to enslave him. Words tumbled out of his mouth frantically as Darren began to explain that Nora was busy tonight training a new slave, no she didn't put him here, he was just wandering around and got a little curious, that he accidentally caused the dropboard to wake her up and he was sorry, and could she please just raise the dropboard so he could free himself and go back to bed? Lady Ariana laughed lightly at him as he finished, reaching out to run her fingernails up and down his chest. Darren shivered and his nipples grew erect, as did his cock. It had went down out of mortification at being discovered when the door opened, but it was now hard as before. "Ariana? What - please ... stop, stop!" Darren struggled futilely as Ariana began to lightly caress his nipples, squeezing and pulling on them. "What are you doing?!" Ariana smiled at him. "Getting you ready for your piercing. Surely you don't think I'm just going to let you go - not after you've collared yourself. The dropboard is hollow and loaded with heavy metal balls that enter this end of the board when it lowers, effectively quadrupling its weight. Didn't you know that? That way if a slave is sent down here by himself to wait for his formal enslavement," Ariana paused to look meaningfully at Darren, "once he is on the rack and has pulled the board down there is no going back. He must wait on the rack, helplessly, until the Mistress of Needles comes to enslave him. Much as you did." Then she pinched his left nipple hard, and as Darren threw back his head and moaned she stuffed a ballgag into his mouth and quickly buckled it shut. Then she reached over, and with a meaningful look, stirred the coals in the brazier for a few moments with one of the branding irons.
As she went back to work on his nipples she looked in his eyes, wild and pleading, and said, "I think you'll look good in one inch silvered hoops - I haven't used the silvertone in a while because everyone likes gold, but Nora doesn't. She used to put all her slaves in silver." She opened the cabinet and took out her piercing apparatus and a pair of silvery hoops, quickly loading a hoop into the device and turning towards him to swab each nipple with a disinfectant before placing the device over his right nipple and squeezing it so it held his flesh for penetration. "When I pierce you you won't be feeling a separate needle - the hoop itself is the needle, and when it feeds into the other half of the hoop it bends down around a pin, making it impossible to remove once it's on." Darren looked at her in mute shock at hearing he wouldn't be able to take them out - and then squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in pain around the gag as she pulled the trigger, sending the sharp end of the hoop through his nipple. He heard the device as it ratcheted tighter, permanently closing the hoop, and then the pressure was gone as she removed the device. He looked down to see the gleaming ring secured in his flesh and two tiny trickles of blood to either side. Ariana playfully tugged a little at the hoop, and slid it back and forth, checking to make sure it was well placed and locked tight, ignoring Darrens' moans of pain as she did so, and his frantic pleas as she loaded the next hoop and leaned in.
Darren moaned softly in pain and watched Ariana as she removed more items from the cabinet, and once again stirred the coals in the brazier. Both nipples were now pierced, and his arousal had fled, displaced by his shame and pain. She reached to his kilt and holding his eyes with her own, ripped it free to fully expose him and complete his humiliation. She quickly threaded his scrotum and cock through a steel ring that she had taken from inside the cabinet and then encased them in a steel cage which locked to the ring with a steel pin and two spacers. "This is a chastity device, slave. You will not be able to have sex unless your Mistress wants to unlock you, and your orgasms will be totally under her control. Do you understand, slave?" Darren nodded his head yes, unable to meet her eyes. "I don't think you do, slave. You won't be able to masturbate either. How often have you done it in the past, I wonder? Two, three, four times a day? No wonder Nora spends her time with her slaves instead of in bed with you - I wouldn't want a man in bed who likes his hands better than me either. Well, no longer. From now on you won't ever touch your cock again - if and when your Mistress removes the device your hands will usually be well-restrained and you will be there for her pleasure. After she has used you - and she may or may not allow you to orgasm - she will lock it back on and only then free your hands. I think Nora is going to be spending a lot less time with her slaves from now on, or at least spending it with just one. Now do you have an inkling of what lies in store for you slave?" Darren could only nod weakly, head down. "The only weakness to this cage is the fact that if you become completely soft you can pull out the back and masturbate - but we have a solution to that problem." She loaded yet another ring into the piercer and bent down to tease the very tip of his cock out between the bars of the cage, placing the piercer so the ring would be placed on the bottom lip of the urethral opening. As Darren realized what she was going to do he became frantic, wildly trying to shake her off, but the restraints did their job perfectly and then he screamed behind the ballgag as the ring went thru his flesh and ratcheted closed. Ariana then placed a tiny lock thru the ring, ensuring that his penis could not be taken out of the cage without removing the lock. "And now to mark you as a slave permanently." Ariana got up and came around to his left side, checking the tightness of the thigh vise, and stirring the coals in the brazier yet again. Darren shook his head wildly from side to side, moaning behind the gag, and pleading with his eyes as she removed an iron and placed it in the guide before thrusting it home through the narrow channel in the vise. Darren screamed, his whole body trying to twist and break free as the iron branded him slave. Half-conscious, he was dimly aware of being released from the rack, dragged to one side of the room, knelt and manacled with his hands behind his back. A holding collar was snapped around his neck, with a three foot chain that ran to a ring in the floor. Ariana removed the gag and then forced his head to the floor and made him kiss her feet before turning to abruptly leave.
Darren moaned in pain, shock, and denial as he struggled up to his knees and then to his feet the best he could, but the shortness of the chain kept him bent over. She had branded him. Branded. He was a slave. A slave. Branded. Darren couldn't stop his thoughts from circling. And he was pierced, collared, and cock-locked. The minutes crawled by and Darren began to slowly calm down. As he calmed down his daydreams, now made brutally real, intruded again, and he found himself becoming aroused. Pain suddenly intruded as his nipples, sore from their piercing, began to swell and he suddenly felt his cock filling the cage, uncomfortably so, yet unable to swell beyond half of its erect size, unable to achieve a full erection. Humiliated, in pain, stripped and bound, Darren began to cry, silent tears slipping down his face. Why, oh why, did he ever come down here tonight? Then he heard the door open again and he looked up wondering what Ariana had in store for him now, but it wasn't Ariana. It was Nora. She walked into the room wearing a light cloak, and stopped a few feet away, staring at him, her face unreadable, not saying a word. Relief flooded his features as he stepped forward to the end of the chain. "Nora! I am so glad you're here! It's been an absolute nightmare -" "Kneel, Slave!" , Nora suddenly commanded, and Darren stopped talking, unable to comprehend what she just said. Nora dropped her cloak and said. "Kneel, slave. Must a command be repeated?" Darren slipped to his knees, unable to take his eyes from his wife. She was wearing thigh high black leather boots with stiletto heels, a black leather corset, a thin belt which held a whip, and nothing else. "Knees apart, slave." Darren quickly put his knees wide as Nora stepped in, carefully lifting his chastity device with the toe of one boot. "This is staying on you until I want it off. Understand?" Nora lifted her hand, jingling a leather fob that held not only the keys to his cockcage, but the key to one of her personal collars. "And that may not be often, but I don't intend to go without sexual pleasure. I'm going to train you how to properly please a woman with your tongue. I think you'll find many nights ahead of you chained under my chair - yes, that chair." Nora smiled down at him wickedly. She had a tall throne-like chair with an opening in the seat where a slave's face would go, while the rest of his body would be chained, seated under the chair. Any slave so placed knew his future included hours of oral service to his Mistress. Darren opened his mouth to say something, but one look from Nora stopped him cold. "Don't you dare open your mouth to me right now, slave. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was for me when Lady Ariana interrupted me to tell me what she had discovered tonight? To find out like this that you are nothing more than a slave? If you wanted to be a slave so badly, why didn't you just crawl to me, strip, kneel with the whip in your teeth, and beg to be my slave? I would have whipped you, collared you, and enslaved you in a heartbeat. At any rate you're a slave now, and a slave is what you'll stay. You will speak only when spoken to from now on, or you will beg permission to speak. You will address me as Mistress, as well as any free woman who addresses you, and you will kneel in the presence of any free person. Do you understand, slave?" Darren could only say, "Yes, Mistress." as Nora produced one of her personal collars from out of the folds of the cloak and locked it around his neck before removing the holding collar. "Also, I will be bringing in two more slaves, and you will be just one of three. You will cook, clean, perform any general labor, and be available at the snap of my fingers to serve my least desire. If I choose you for my night's pleasure, you will sleep naked at the foot of my bed or pleasure couch, chained to the slave ring." She then produced a light chain leash and snapped it on his collar. "On your feet, slave. The first thing I want to do with my new slave is to go for a late night rickshaw ride in the countryside around the castle, and a rickshaw needs a ponyslave, and my pony needs a tail."
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