emeraldgryphon
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The house was quiet as Andre made his way down to the playroom, moving silently through the darkened rooms. Normally he didn't interfere in the training or discipline of Fiona's slaves, as he had his own to worry about, but something had happened at dinner tonight that had piqued his curiosity. Rella was a tall blonde slave, built solid with large breasts who occupied the position of Fiona's First Slave and was usually responsible for carrying out routine discipline of the other three slaves under her. The other three were terrified of her and longed for some way to exact revenge, especially Kenda, a dark-haired shorter slave who held the place of Second Slave and usually had to assist Rella. but tonight Rella had accidentally knocked over Fiona's wine glass and had not been able to prevent the wine from soaking Fiona's blouse. Mortified, Rella had apologized profusely to her Mistress, quickly assisting her into a fresh Blouse, but the look of fury on Fiona's face had quickly stilled Rella's apologies. Fiona had quickly decided on a punishment, demoting Rella from First Slave and promoting Kenda to her place and giving her the right to administer discipline. The look of horror on Rella's face was matched only by the look of triumph on Kenda's face as she stepped up to finish serving Fiona.
After dinner was over and Fiona had retired, Andre had lingered behind to see what would happen. Kenda had picked her own Second Slave and then ordered Rella to kneel for chaining the same way Rella had ordered the others many times over. Rella knelt, her face unreadable as Kenda placed her on a leader chain and led her towards the playroom. Andre had stayed long enough to supervise the clean-up of dinner and then headed for the playroom to see what would happen to Rella.
Now Andre approached the playroom and opened the door. Rella was up on one of the table racks, kneeling with her head down and her ass in the air, with Kenda beside her. Rella's ass was red already, and Andre saw that Kenda had a paddle hanging nearby. Kenda started to kneel upon seeing her Master enter, but Andre motioned her to continue. Behind the table was an upright pole with two enema bags hanging from it, and Andre instantly saw what discipline Kenda had in store for Rella as she prepared one of the nozzles, lubricating the demoted slave's ass. “How does it feel, being in the same position you've had me in so many times? All of your power gone – now just a common slave being disciplined.” She inserted the nozzle and slowly pumped it up to seal Rella's ass. Andre felt himself becoming aroused just looking at the enema bag. Enemas were a favorite fantasy of his, and aroused his secret submissive side – he had fantasized many times about Fiona enslaving him and doing this very thing to him. “Tell me Kenda, how does it feel going in?”he asked. She looked up at him, and then down again, holding the clamp in her hand. “It makes me feel helpless, and open as the water starts – the feeling of being subjected totally to another's will, and being so submissive to that will that I know I couldn't resist it. It is a powerful experience that you cannot fathom unless you experience it yourself.” “What do you mean, experience it myself?” Kenda's face blanched, and she immediately began to apologize, but Andre held up a hand, bringing the sputtering slave to silence. “You are right – it is the only way to know. If I were a slave, sent here for discipline, what would you do?” Kenda's mouth dropped in shock, but seeing that her Master was serious, she slowly answered “I would be ... surprised ... that such a slave would come here ..... totally clothed, Master.” “What would you do if he did? And you do not have to address me as Master for now.” She watched his face carefully as she stepped forward. “I would tell him to strip and get in position on the table, the same as Rella.” Andre continued to watch her, not moving. “Strip, slave, and get on the table rack next to the other slave.” Andre closed his eyes as she said the words, shivering in arousal and feeling very submissive as he reached to his clothing and quickly disrobed. The two slaves were watching him with great interest as he stepped out of his clothing and climbed up onto the table, kneeling with his head down. He turned to the left to look into Rella's eyes as Kenda moved the pole between them and lubricated his ass. Then he felt the nozzle sliding in, opening him and then inflating inside him to seal his ass. Andre was hard and highly aroused, and his breathing was coming fast as he anticipated what was going to happen. He could see that Rella was also aroused, and she was dripping to the rack with her intimate oils. Kenda moved between them and he watched as she placed the holding collar and manacles on Rella, and then turned to him. “You're aroused by this.” she said as she put the collar on him and reached for the manacles. “Yes – it arouses me ... I've fantasized about ... it.” “Fantasized about what? Becoming a slave?” She locked one manacle on him and reached for the other. “You are a slave, you know. Deep in your heart, deep in your soul, you want this.” He moaned, shuddering. “Yes..” “Yes, what?” Andre's eyes flew open as she locked the second manacle. “Yes, what?!!” “Yes – Mistress!!” Kenda reached between his legs and stroked his erection until he moaned in pleasure, and then did the same to Rella, making her moan, and then took both clamps in her hands, opening them both simultaneously. Andre gasped as the warm water begin flowing into him, and he felt weak in the knees as he realized it was happening to him the same as Rella. Kenda's hand returned, gripping him and stroking up and down slowly as he moaned. The water continued running into him, and then the first cramps started. “Please, enough, I can't take anymore.” His voice was strained and desperate, and he was moving around on the table, pulling at the manacles. Kenda grabbed his feet and locked them in the ankle stocks, keeping him on the table. “No, slave. You will take the whole bag the same as Rella.” Andre gasped as he realized he couldn't move around at all, and that she wasn't listening to his pleas. Now he felt truly helpless, unable to do anything to stop it. He started to threaten, promising dire consequences if she refused to free him, but Kenda quickly gagged him, locking the ball deep in his mouth, the straps tight behind his head. He looked to the left and saw Rella suffering in silence but watching him with deep amusement. Kenda began to massage his belly, moving the water deeper and easing the cramps as he concentrated on breathing and working through the pain. “Now you two see why it is a punishment.” Rella gritted her teeth against her own cramps, her voice harsh and strained. “You must love this, don't you, Kenda? Seeing both your former superior and your Master at your mercy. One day you'll screw up, and I'll be back on top, and when that happens I'll remember this day.” “Maybe, Rella. But until then you'll obey me, and if you put one toe out of line or show the slightest hint of further insubordination, you'll be back in here again.” She turned back to Andre and removed his gag. “This is the first time you've ever worn a collar, isn't it?” “Yes ... Mistress.” “How does it make you feel?” “Like ... a slave, Mistress.” She reached to his cock again. “Good. I want you to feel like a slave.” She moved up against the table, near his head, and pulled his face into her crotch. “Kiss my pussy, slave.” Andre gasped as her musky scent filled his nose and her wet folds pressed against his lips. He began to cramp again but he kissed her lips, tasting her moisture. She gripped him tighter. “Lick me slave. Please me – how many times have you said that to me? And here you are helpless, of your own free will, just another slave.” He was moaning in pain and discomfort as the enema filled him but he began to lick her deeply, trying desperately to please her. At some point the bag emptied completely and she reached over his back to clamp off the tubes. Rella was moaning and pleading, sweating and straining against the manacles as he made Kenda moan in pleasure. He was sweating himself, the enema making him feel full and tight, and the urge to expel was almost overwhelming, but Kenda was shaking now as her orgasm approached and he licked her faster and harder, forcing his tongue deep inside her until she finally cried out, pulling him tight against her as her hips trembled and bucked, letting out a long, loud moan that went on for several minutes until she finally let go, gasping and shuddering. He moaned again, putting his head back down and breathing quickly as he tried to regain his composure. He had just licked a slave to orgasm – served her pleasure, and he found that it aroused him deeply. He watched as she released Rella from the table, locking her hands behind her back, disconnecting the tubing from the nozzle and commanding her to kneel in the center of the room. Once disconnected the nozzle valve prevented any expulsion of the enema. Kenda then disconnected his tubing and locked his hands behind him as well. “Kneel beside the other slave, knees wide.” Andre moaned as the water moved inside him and he slowly went to his knees beside Rella. Kenda stepped in front of him and pointed to her feet. “Kiss, slave.” Andre bent over, painfully, and kissed Kenda's feet, licking and sucking at her toes until she pulled him back up to a kneeling position. “So, what are you thinking? Was the experience everything you thought it would be? Can you return to being Master now?” Andre felt his face reddening in humiliation as he considered what he was about to say. “I ... cannot ... go back now. I know that I am a ..slave, and have always wanted to be one. What you did to me....” he shuddered and dropped his eyes, but Kenda grabbed his chin, forcing his face back up. “You want to be a slave, then?” “Yes, ..Mistress. I ...beg to be a slave. I beg it.” “Let me tell you a secret, then. Your new Mistress – Lady Fiona – has wanted to enslave you for a long time. It has been a fantasy of hers for a while. She will be so pleased.”
Kenda went to one side of the playroom where there were several storage cabinets. She opened one and then came back to stand in front of him. She was holding a locking steel collar. “This collar, like all of ours, cannot be opened once it is locked. Lady Fiona has the only key – if I lock it on you it will be on you, and only Lady Fiona can open it. Is it what you want?” “Yes, Mistress – I want it.” “Then beg me for it – one more time.” “Please Mistress, I beg to be a slave, I beg it. Please.” Kenda moved forward, placing the open ends around his neck, holding them open for what seemed like an eternity as she gazed into his eyes before bringing them together with a loud click. Andre shuddered wildly, gasping again as the cramps hit him. “Please Mistress, may a slave expel his enema?” Kenda motioned him to stand and led him into the next room where she sat him on a toilet, bending him forward and deflating the nozzle before sliding it out of him. He began to expel as she locked a short chain to his collar and went back for Rella.
After both slaves were emptied and cleaned Kenda placed them both in wooden yoke stocks that locked around their necks and wrists, attaching short chains between the two yokes so that Andre was in the rear, following Rella. She then took Rella's leader chain and tugged her forward, leading them out of the playroom and out into the halls. As they headed up through the darkened house Andre found his cock was still very much aroused. He knew he was being taken to Fiona and he felt very much like the slave he now knew himself to be. Soon they were outside her door and Kenda gave a short knock. From inside Fiona's voice said, “Come.” Andre could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his face was reddening again as Kenda opened the door and led them in. “The slave has been disciplined Mistress, but there has been an interesting development.” Andre kept his head down, but he heard Fiona step into the room. “Who is the second slave, Kenda?” Fiona stepped closer, and Andre heard her gasp in shock. She grabbed him by the collar and jerked his head up to look into his face. “How...who...what happened? How did this happen? Who did this?” She glared at Kenda, and the slave shrunk back. Andre spoke up. “Please, don't blame her. I did this to myself ... Mistress.” Fiona turned back to him. “What did you say?” “I .. enslaved myself, Mistress. I went down to watch Rella's punishment, and found that I wanted to be receiving it as well.” Fiona narrowed her eyes as she listened. “And what was she given that you shared?” Andre reddened again in humiliation as he whispered, “She was being given an .. enema, Mistress. I begged to be given one as well.” Fiona straightened back up, thinking. “Did the slaves both receive full bags, Kenda?” “Yes Mistress. They retained the water for fifteen minutes and then expelled. I had to restrain the male slave as this was his first time. He was curious as to what the experience was like. Afterwards he begged me for your collar, and he was fully aware that it was an irreversible decision on his part.” Fiona looked down into his eyes. “You begged to wear my collar – to be my slave?” Andre nodded. “Yes Mistress. I wanted to be your slave.” “You wanted to be my slave. Do you know how hard it is to please me? As my companion you had a lot of leeway as to what you could or could not do, but now if you do not please me you will be disciplined. You will be trained. You will learn to serve my pleasure. Do I make myself clear, slave?” “Yes Mistress.” “Chain him to my bed, Kenda. He will serve my pleasure tonight. Bring me an enema bag and a male chastity belt. If he is not fully pleasing I will attend to his punishment myself. As for the other slave take her to her kennel.”
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